#or you can go ''get a strike or we kill you'' b/c you never have to find out if he's joking or not

[highladyluck]

The Finn stole my baby AU

ok FINE you can all have the Eelfinn Stole My Baby in outline form

I've never pinned down the details on this, because I think it would be most interesting as an installment in a larger series and a lot of the details would be determined by the needs of the overall storyline, but this is the vague outline:

1) Fortuona has just found out from Min that her kid's going to be a marath'damane. Because a) SOME IDIOT (maybe Mat, maybe Berelain if they're on speaking terms, there's some other options depending on the scenario) made the mistake of telling her about Sindhol in some way that makes her actually believe in it, b) she's a slut for prophecy and always has been, and c) she wants to explore all her options, she wants to go to Sindhol to get some answers from the Aelfinn. The questions she intends to ask vary by setting but it's something along the lines of how to survive the current situation/protect her marath'damane child/solve the sul'dam problem/ensure stability of the Empire in the westlands/how best to reconquer mainland Seanchan. You know! #FortuonaProblems. Mat eventually agrees to escort her; both to get in, since the only way in right now is the Tower of Ghenji, and to get out.

2) But because they're going in outside of treaty rules and Mat's there, the Eelfinn are the ones waiting for them and they won't let Fortuona go see the Aelfinn (maybe they say that they won't see Mat, but they will see her, if she agrees to be escorted alone. Mat's almost like "oh, over my dead body" but catches himself just in time.) Whatever deal Fortuona makes with the Eelfinn involves something she can use to solve her existing political problems (not sure what this is but it could be something horrible, like a better male a'dam), and something for Mat (maybe a magic replacement eye?). The third item is either something else for her, something else for Mat, or a very thoroughly rules-lawyered escape clause, depending on how confident Mat was/she is about being able to escape with the ashandarai. In exchange, they take her about-to-be-born-child, which she either explicitly names as the price, or is counting on them taking as the price.

3) At least they're not gonna eat the kid; the Eelfinn want a human child who can channel to build them new treaty doors someday, and if the human child is raised by them and therefore on their side, so much the better. They're also thrilled to get another piece of Mat. I figure the Eelfinn would want the savor of Mat and Tuon fighting about this, so while there's a possibility that the world's least hygenic c-section happens before Mat cottons on to what Tuon just bargained away, I think it would be more likely that they don't strike until the price is explicit or Mat has figured it out.

Tuon's like "I understand that you're upset but it's better this way. I came to solve a problem. It's not solved the way I intended, but it's solved and I got you an incredible boon in the bargain. We can always have more children."

Mat's like "Yeah, well, you aren't having them with me! You're a monster for unilaterally trading our child to my eldritch enemies."

She's like "If I'm a monster, so are you. As soon as you found out she would be marath'damane you began setting plans in motion to take her from her destiny. From the empire. From me. Don't think I haven't noticed. At least in this situation, I'm getting something out of it that benefits both of us."

4) I honestly don't entirely know what happens next, but it's bad. Unstoppable force (Mat's desire to rescue women & his love of Tuon) meets immovable object (said woman/Tuon just betrayed him and his innocent child to his worst enemies). Would he just leave Tuon there? (maybe?) Would he try to trade Tuon's life for the baby's? (I like this because I like pain and I think he might be deranged enough in the moment to do it) Would he try to trade his life for the baby's? (maybe, but they wouldn't accept it.) Would he try to kill all the Eelfinn? (yes, and they'd still take the baby.) Like how the fuck do you recover from any of that? And the worst part is you can like… sort of see where Tuon is coming from, if you enjoy women's wrongs? And she really just wanted to meet the Aelfinn and it's Mat's fault that it isn't going as planned?

5) If there's a sequel, it would be the fully grown child showing up in their world with a terrifying knowledge of esoteric ter'angreal construction and thoroughly socialized as a *Finn some improbably short amount of time later. Maybe when Elayne and Mat mount a rescue mission in a few months. Time runs differently in Sindhol if the *Finn need it to.

Bonus: I'm still debating adding a variant of this to the epilogue of The Fox That Makes The Ravens Fly- for one thing, I haven't decided yet if Tuon is pregnant, and if she is, by whom. If I do it'll be Rand who tells her about the Aelfinn & Thom who tells her about the Eelfinn, she'll go in with Thom and someone else (Elayne, I think, in exchange for access to the dice-ring ter'angreal that replicates Mat's luck, also Elayne would love to go on that field trip, although I could see Min being interested for the metaphysics of it all), and the ostensible point is to rescue Moiraine. I think instead of that, she negotiates getting Mat back, at the cost of leaving her baby with them, and resetting the timeline so Mat never died and the canon events where Moiraine gets rescued happen, but she remembers the old timeline. I have no idea if the *Finn actually get to keep her baby, who may or may not be a sparker in this scenario, or for that matter if they get to keep Moiraine, but I bet they'd take the bargain regardless because they invested a lot in Mat & also now Tuon has some weird fucking emotions about the entire life she didn't lead. Also they're the fae, the only thing they like more than bargain eyeballs is bargain babies.

[robotlesbianjavert]

What's the problem with Deku's writing?

well for one he's a main character. which is strike one.

technically that's a joke but also not. there's a lot angles i could take in order to complain about deku, so for now i want to take the angle that as a main character, there are things that are going to be taken for granted as endgame for the narrative, but it's so taken for granted that the story forgets about the actual material needed to reach the endgame.

i'm going to use ofmd s2 as an example of this, because it's another thing i like to point at and go :) bad writing. so for that, it's very evident that the writers are aiming for "ed and stede are together and are ready to embark on a new, more mature phase of their life together". you can tell this because the showrunner was constantly talking about it in interviews. and indeed, the season ends with ed and stede parting ways with their crew and pirate life to try their hands as innkeepers.

but to reach that endgame, the series has to a) get stede and ed back together as soon possible, meaning they have to lean heavily on coincidence rather than any real efforts on the part of the characters, b) resolve the very emotionally stark situations the characters had left s1/started s2 in a way that makes the happy innkeeper endgame possible, but this makes the segue from drama to resolution unbelievable because the series can't really dedicate the time to dealing with that fallout before hopping onto the next big issue, which c) means that the ways that the other characters have been hurt as a result ed and stede's relationship drama have their pain sidelined and shrugged off, and in turn d) the focus on ensuring that ed and stede are together and in love means that their relationships with other characters get de-emphasized and feel much less lived, which rebounds and makes ed and stede feel more one-dimensional without the magic that fleshed them out. and most dire of all e) the audience is expected to believe that "sorry i was a dick" "you're not a dick life's a dick" is meant to indicate a development of maturity that means they are able to go off and be innkeepers together. it is NOT there.

essentially, the focus on a specific endgame without care about how that endgame is achieved ends up undercutting the triumph and catharsis of that endgame, rendering it much more hollow. people still enjoyed ofmd s2, and they're allowed to! but they enjoy it because their otp ended the season standing next to each other. three feet part. not for any genuine critical acclaim.

it's a similar issue with deku, especially in this final arc. his obvious endgame is that he'll affirm shigaraki's humanity and pain, "save" him (what that looks like yet, we don't know), and in turn become the greatest hero. we've got all the bones of that - just recently in 411, deku did his whole "you ARE human" declaration. but the lead up to deku and shigaraki's confrontation is thematically shallow and heavily dependent on us knowing that deku is a great kid and a great hero.

deku starts the third act realizing that if he understood the villains that he's faced, things could have turned out differently - the set up is that deku has to understand shigaraki as a person in order to stop him. the lead up to this is. well he asks muscular "what's up with you" one time in the middle of battle. that didn't work out. and then he had his nagant confrontation, where he was more shocked about her killing the former commission president than he was about the commission ordering a lot of evil assassinations. and then never thought about what that meant for society at large. and he was just like "well i know the world has some greys in it now" and that fixed her i guess. overhaul was there and deku made no real effort there to get why he was so frantic about seeing his boss. and then he has that conversation with ochaco where they both go "isn't it crazy that we have empathy for villains".

so basically the most work that he actually put into "understanding villains" was with nagant, who is a completely new character who has the baggage of "hero commission assassin is ANYONE in series gonna talk about that", and the potential she possesses as a shigaraki foil and a stepping stone for deku towards his endgame gets muddled. she's also basically, while a significant confrontation, is one beat of many in the third act.

so the set up for "understanding villains" as a factor in deku's endgame, in seeing villains as human, is pretty weak. and deku was honestly really dependent on getting that build up and using other villains as a learning experience, bc his actual dynamic with shigaraki is sparse. compare it to uraraka and toga - the "understanding" thread fares a lot better there, because uraraka has had specific and charged interactions with toga that deeply affected her and made her think. deku's most constructive interaction with shigaraki was way back at the mall, before the training camp, but that's not enough to carry chemistry through their supposed arc as hero & villain.

but the story already knows that deku, one way or another, is meant to succeed, so it acts like he received the necessary development to be able to understand shigaraki as human in their confrontation.

there's a similar lack of meat for many other aspects of deku's characters - like his relationship with the vestiges, where yoichi could be 2nd and 3rd around on deku's behalf, and his mastering of the new ofa quirks, which we get TOLD has consequences or that he's struggling with, but it's never in a way that actually causes him substantial issues that he must overcome.

but actually, we can move all of that aside and ask one simple question about deku's character: what does he think about the floating death coffin the other heroes built for shigaraki?

deku gets confronted by the vestiges about having to possibly kill shigaraki, and his response to that is "yeah i guess but i gotta try saving him". which is very nice, but it just ends there. deku doesn't have to deal with how everyone else - people who are scared, or have been hurt by shigaraki and the villain's actions - might feel about this initiative. at no point does deku have to stand his ground against the other heroes after shigaraki's head, he doesn't have to convince anyone of his point of view, he doesn't have to look inward and understand why he wants to do this. it's just "well if i can!"

deku doesn't have to have any thoughts about the floating death coffin. he never has to be in scene with it before it started malfunctioning. he doesn't have to have any opinions about its construction, about the heroes deciding to take this path. he doesn't need to have feelings about it, he just has to save shigaraki.

and when that happens, the narrative will celebrate him, and the heroes will be like "wow deku really is the greatest hero, kids these days are so great". they don't need to have thoughts about deku wanting to do this in the first place, because it's going to happen and no one can stop it.

in a similar way that some ofmd fans can walk away happy with season 2 because they don't need anything more than their otp standing together three feet apart, a lot of fans would be happy with deku and shigaraki's likely endgame because what matters is that deku is the hero and that he saves shigaraki. but from where i'm standing, deku has so little substance and build up to this endgame (or at least the build up is THERE, but poorly done) that it's hard for me to be impressed.

also everything @codenamesazanka said here. everything she says i nod and go hell yeah.

[ctheathy]

Rio Ranger Fluff Alphabet 1/4

Rio Ranger x Reader

Alphabet Letter ABCDEFG [Fluff]

Author’s note: Currently obsessed with the biggest bastard in the universe and have been mentally surviving because of Character AI, so I just had to scribble this down.

A little warning that this might be more harsh and unhealthy than your average fluff alphabet. But please remember that we’re talking about a character who quite literally lacks all positive emotions in his creation ... You are his heart. And he just needs to warm himself up to that.

Rio Ranger/Reader [Romantic]

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Because you’re technically both stuck in a killing game where danger lingers at every corner, a lot of the more ‘normal’ activities are most likely minimised. The role of being the third floormaster also puts a ton of responsibility on his hands, so most free time gets reduced to the smallest possible degree. This doesn’t stop you, however. You just keep dragging him along with you against his will. Rio would feel slightly weirded out but strangely amused by your behaviour towards him. Unlike the others, you never treated him as your enemy to begin with. He’d play along with you at first. Constantly watching if you have any hidden motives or goals behind your sickly sweet demeanor. Only to figure out the facts and realise that... You don't.

You’d pull him along to do quite literally anything remotely fun you have the chance of doing in this hell hole, pulling him away from the killing game itself after the said attractions to instead spend both of your time in your assigned room. I especially enjoy the thought of you both doing activities in order to make him feel more human rather than as a doll. This usually just results in you painting his nails, giving him some make-up of your own to enjoy, using some facial paint on his features or brushing his beautiful ginger locks as you both babble your days away. Other fun things would include you both creating more face cards such as the ones he always held with him, helping you make some of your own so you two can twin.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Due to him physically being a doll and having this inferiority complex towards humans, he’s most likely going to adore every single inch of you, his low status striking him once again, but he wouldn’t dare show you this. It sadly does add onto insecurity and even potential jealousy. And although the list of things he adores about you is endless, there’s something else in particular that specifically helped you steal his heart with no exceptions.

Your determination to be kind to him.

This is what he admires about you the most. We all know he can behave like an unbearable prick and he made it clear that he wasn’t up for friendships with humans. And yet... You never lost your hope in him. Despite his floormaster title, you still viewed an treated him as you did with any other participant. You still smiled at him. And your lack of resentment towards him might just be exactly what he needed in order to lessen his own towards the other players in the game.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Rio has little to no experience in proper communication, much less the instinctive responses the human body and mind can have towards themselves. As soon as you fall into these little habits, he would at first just stare blankly at you; not knowing what on earth to think. He’d move over towards you, being somewhat awkward with his movements yet being strangely... Caring at the same time. He won’t be too intimately touchy with you, but you’ll definitely get a hug here and there and he always seems to want to entangle his hand with yours.

Ranger has seen the affects of true despair on past participants. And despite his lack of care and empathy towards others, he knows he doesn’t want you to feel the same way. He finds the sensitivity of human emotions difficult to deal with, but ... He cannot help but feel this need to help you. Despite being rather unhandy when it comes to physical contact and affection, it seems like he wants to stay close to you or at least remain in the same room whenever you’re feeling down or are going through an episode. He’d also leave behind snacks and other basic human needs to make sure you’ll still take good care of yourself. He does truly care about you in his own way ...and it will show as long as you keep note of the little details.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He doesn’t really tend to think about the future nor care about it that deeply. To him, the only importance is here and now. Though every now and then his mind will go towards the what ifs. He’s seen romantically involved relationships between other players before you came along and though he never thought much of it back then; he sometimes cannot help but hope for the exact same things to happen between you two. The connections he’s gotten glimpses of before you two became a couple stuck with him and it now sometimes makes him wonder if the same are capable between you and him.

Somewhere deep down, he truly does desire a bond of trust with another that doesn’t require certain motives or gets deeply affected with the current circumstances you find yourselves in. He wants to be understood and accepted for who he is.

He wants to be... Human

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He naturally feels inferior towards those who are human and you are no exception. This mainly results in him trying to boss you around and act like a much more dominant individual than he actually is. He’s always had this facade to keep on in order to live up to his father’s expectations as the third floormaster. He wants to believe that he’ll stick together like glue until the end, with or without being looked after. But he keeps on feeling this damned warmth in his chest whenever you provide the littlest bit of affection, resulting in him melting in your arms behind pure instinct.

Realistically speaking, the boy loves to be babied and has a soft spot for those who are the nurturing type. He’s really just a child in an adult’s body, especially after facing the neglect of his father. He likes to convince himself that he doesn’t need love and care at all. But if anything, he internally craves it more than anything. He finds himself getting shaken up with the tiniest bit of affection and doesn’t know how to handle the sensation of it. He truly is rather sensitive towards it all.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Ah yes. Very fluffy, guys.

It most likely depends on what the fight is about. You both constantly get into little squabbles and contests where you test one another, mainly caused by Ranger’s unending and merciless teasing. But there is absolutely no hard feelings behind a lovers quarrel. Heavier topics however ... are a different story. It most likely ranges between his insecurities getting the best of him and taking it out on you, or you calling out his father’s terrible influence. And if it’s mentioned, Ranger goes mad.

Even if somewhere deep down, he knows that you’re more than right. After a screaming fit is thrown, he’s likely going to avoid you for a while to try and sort his feelings out. Fortunately after this, he will 100% come crawling back like his life depends on it. And in all honesty, it does. You’re the only one out there who made him experience these foreign feelings... he wouldn’t dare lose that now. He seems like the type to never directly apologise because of his stubborn- and pettiness, but he would stop trying to prevent facing you at some point. He’d still dodge questions and reason, but he would try and show he’s sorry by giving you little gifts all around the block.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He wouldn’t share it to the open eye for sure, but he does realise that you’ve always done a lot for him. He sometimes even considers himself undeserving for every little effort you’ve put into your bond with him. He struggles a lot with sharing his true emotions and it has a lot of healing to do in order for this to get better. He shows his gratefulness through physical touch and contact, something he usually wouldn’t allow at all and where one could get highly punished for. Instead, he just shows his appreciation and gratitude for you through his own ways and as much as he possibly can.

He’s absolutely smitten ... Just through his own circumstances.

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[hecckyeah]

🥑🥤🍄🪐🦴 for the writing ask game!

thanks friend!!

🥑 - you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

Oh, first and foremost @3friesshortofahappymeal. a) we both watch plenty of crime shows and this girl will know how to hide a body, b) we happen to live in the same state, and c) she strikes me as chill and unflappable under pressure :)

🥤 - recommend an author or fanfic you love

OMG I needed an excuse to do this.

One of the -- if not THE -- BEST fanfics I've ever read is From Which Stars Have We Fallen, to Meet Each Other Here? by @naberiie and @evaceratops. It's yet another rarepair (possibly the rarest I've ever encountered), but WOW. Absolutely blew me away. It got me crying actual tears over two characters who were never even in a single scene together in canon. Actually, one of them has never been in live-action and the other has never been animated. So like...... it's rare. BUT SO SO SO SO GOOD and I will shout about it from the rooftops every chance I get.

There are many more I love, but I'll put those in another post someday!

🍄 - share a headcanon for one of your favorite ships or pairings

lol oh man I have so many. But one of my favorites and one that I think is more of a crack-headcanon than an actual serious one is the whole "anatomy analysis" shindig at the end of Agents of Shield season 7 😂 I re-watched that ep last week, and Jemma was SO clearly just talking about an alien species or something, but me and a whole bunch of other diehard dousy shippers were like..........what if Daisy is pregnant???? and idk, there were some adorable fics that came out of it and a whole bunch of cute art that I got to be involved in, and it was a great time. I still maintain that headcanon when I need some light fluffy family dousy vibes :)

🪐 - name three good things going on in your life right now

I'm sitting by an open window right now that looks out into the Austrian countryside, with mountains surrounding me and a light breeze coming through and I can just relax and not worry about responsibilities for a little while

I just purchased the GREATEST dairy free white chocolate with coconut and I'm currently in sugar induced heaven

I enrolled in college for the fall, and I've been missing school and wanting to get a stable career under my feet, and this will do just that and I'm SO EXCITED

🦴 - is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

Honestly, not one specifically. I'm a culmination of every book I've read, every movie/show I've watched, every experience I've lived, every place I've been, every person I've ever talked to, all tossed into a cauldron and swirled around together until something semi-recognizable as my style came out. And I'm okay with that :)

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Writers Truth & Dare

[poppy-in-the-woods]

Every time a middle class Karen says "just find a better job!" about people striking for their rights to a livable wage and fair working conditions, God kills a kitten. I don't make the rules, I am only the messenger. So if you don't want cats to go extinct, every time you hear someone say that about the writers and actors ongoing strike, just remind them that:

1) If only people who can support themselves with the actual conditions (A and B listers, and maybe C listers) remained there would be not enough performers left to make all the movies and shows they like. Small roles and extras are actors too and deserve compensation for their work.

2) Nobody begins getting paid 1 million per episode. Even their favourites who live in mansions, drive expensive cars and wear designer clothes began from the bottom. If no one wants to act because it doesn't pay the bills or even gets health insurance, how are we gonna make movies or shows? Who's going to play this episodic character? Brad Pitt? I don't think so. People should be allowed to be passionate about a job that also pays their bills, because if they have to quit acting because of that, soon nobody will have the opportunity to grow as performers.

3) The big names in the industry don't strike for better pay for themselves, they do it to pressure the studios to accept the conditions the unions are putting on the table. That includes better conditions for everyone (safer sets, better hours, studios not being able to get away with stealing someone's likeness...), not only better salary.

4) AI is all A and not enough I to write shows or movies and that's okay, it shouldn't be and nobody should want to watch a show or a movie written by AI. It will be garbage and it'll only put more money in the hands of the studios while people lose their jobs. Do you really wanna put more money in the hands of people who already earn millions and bo basically nothing while the people who make possible the media you like lose their source of income?

5) While I agree that sometimes A listers are payed too much, nobody remains at the top of their game forever. People who aren't as famous anymore still deserve to have enough money to pay for health insurance. Streaming services have to pay residuals, one way or another, because some actors that are starring in shows that never played on TV are not getting properly compensated for their work. Acting is not a stable job, we all know that, but it shouldn't be possible that anyone has a recurring or even regular role in a show that is among the most viewed in a platform and they can't afford to pay their bills. That is happening, and it's absolutely unfair.

6) Studios are canning almost finished movies and pulling shows from platforms almost right after airing for tax breaks. To have more money than they already have and they still refuse to not only give people some of that but to let them have more time to eat, for example. They're only fueled by greed and honestly, I think each and every person that works in making movies/shows should unionise and join the strike. From the directors, the cast, the crew, to the people who do the special effects (practical or cgi), the stuntmen and more. Everyone, all across the globe. Strike. Force them to give in.

7) Piracy is not what's killing the cinema industry, greedy studios and streaming services are. Streaming services are more convenient and reliable than pirating, so people are more likely to pay them as long as they keep it that way. Erasing shows and movies from their catalogue because money and then not paying people what they're owed does not paint streaming services in good light. Making shows not accesible based on region and not allow VPNs doesn't make people think they're the good guys either. Also, people want to own media. If paying a subscription doesn't make them own the content, it's more likely that they will resort to piracy to make sure they can still watch and rewatch their show if the streaming service decides to pull it from their catalogue. It's a simple question of conservationism.

I have enough DVDs, books and overall media to consume to resist a couple of years of strike. Do you, Karen?

[as8bakwthesage]

I decided to go ahead and do a test of a bunch of Hacker's lines that I made. Basically a "what if Hacker was in the actual TF2 game?"

Also, yes, sorry for the mic peeks. This is why this is a test lol

See below for the transcript:

Killing more than one enemy in 20 seconds with their pistol:

Woah!! Did anybody see that?!

Heeheheheheheh, I got the bad boys!

You’re all dead! Whaaaaaaaaat!

Killing more than 3 enemies in 20 seconds with their weapons:

I have no regrets and you all suck!

I don’t think they expected that from lil ol’ me.

The Corvid strikes again. Punks.

Caw caw, motherfuckers

Kill assist:

Thanks, Snips! (to Sniper)

Thanks, Toasty! (To Pyro)

Thanks, Coloniser! (to Soldier)

Thanks, ôgawatasik! (to Spy) (trans: someone who lies in shadow)

Thanks, kakezihlôt! (To Scout) (trans: the fast runner)

Hvala, Braco! (to Heavy very excited)

Thanks, partner! (to Engie in a very exaggerated accent)

Thanks, kakezalkat! (to Medic with a mysterious air) (trans: a lover)

Thanks, Alcoholism! (to Demo)

You are all national treasures. Or international?

Melee Kills/Taunts with Taser:

Hi, I’m Hacker, I’m a diagnosed psychopath. (Michael Reeves reference)

I just wanna electrocute you.

It’s not a taser. It’s not a taser. It’s not- it’s not a taser.

Cheese! (as if taking a photo with someone)

*Maniacal laughter*

“Oh Hacker, it kind of seems like you’re just coming up with excuses to tase people-” Yes.

After Hacking Engie’s Sentries:

Sentry’s hacked!

I’ve converted the sentries!

Dispense these bolts, bitch!

After Hacking a Spy’s toolkit:

You don’t fool me, Second Coloniser

I see you

If you weren’t such a little bitch, I’d be sad

Quick Hack Charge Complete:

I’m in.

Hacker voice: I’m in.

You’ve been hacked, whoops, you have a virus now!

Ah-ah-ah! You didn’t say the magic word?

Domination:

What? Nooo! Who could have seen this coming? Woaaahh?? (Michael Reeves ref)

Your entire existence is pitiful. I feel nothing for you.

I’m so tired of fucking your moms.

I will put you in my computer. 

You blocked me on facebook and now you’re going to die.

Plan B? Nah, you need plan C.

Dominating a Scout:

Go cry home to mommy!

I never thought he’d shut up

Off to go fuck your mom

Spy may be your dad, but I’ll be your daddy

Loser bitch boy is dead

Dominating a Soldier:

A victory for the Indians!

Fuck your cavelry

I’m embarrassed by how easy it was to kill you

Do all colonisers fall so hard?

Dominated, you useless settler scum

Dominating a Pyro:

There can only be one gender ambiguous lad

When’s your posthumous gender reveal party?

What? I can’t hear you over the sound of me bashing your skull in!

Dominating a Demoman:

Facial Detection? Nah, I prefer Racial detection!

If only we were on the same team

And y’all thought Indians were alcoholics…

Next time, try and get a bit more wasted

This is why the British COLONISED YOU!

Dominating a Heavy:

Nisam ocekivao da ces biti takva budala!

Maybe in another life we could have been friends…. NOT!

I am not sorry for putting a bullet in your skull, fat man

Brains over brawn.

Dominating an Engineer:

You sure didn’t over-engineer this shit

Wamp wamp! I win!

You can build, but you can’t defend

Mission accomplished: killed a shortie

Dominating a Medic:

Why’d you have to die so easily?

You’re cute. But not that cute

I love the kind of man who takes his murder well

I’m going to FUCK you. Wait no, wrong one

Crows are smarter than Doves, dorkass

I’ve proven once again my superiority

Dominating a Sniper:

Yes, yes go! Piss in your jar.

I will piss on your grave

You gonna pee-pee piss yourself, pissboy?

You’re dogshit at hiding, my guy

Dominating a Spy:

*Robotic laughter*

Ding dong the Coloniser is deaaaaad!~

France can rot in a hole, and you alongside it

There’s a Spy among us… and I killed him :D 

Why do women even like you?

Revenge:

Heeheehee, payback

An eye for an eye

I made you regret killing me, didn’t I?

It’s time for me to gloat forever

I remember you

On fire:

I’m on fire!

FIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE!!!

I’m burning, help!

Healed by Medic:

Thanks, but it’s not like I like you or anything

That feels good!! Thanks!

Ah! I’m glad to live to see your handsome face again!

Thank you, Medic!

Under effects of ÜberCharge:

I’ve never felt more powerful…

I’m fucking invincible!

I won’t be slain here.

Payload cart moves forward (offense):

Any of you boys wanna help?!

C’mooooon, I’m not waiting all day!

Get a move on, asswipes!

Cart goes backwards (offense):

You deserve the death sentence. (Michael Reeves ref)

Who stopped pushing the cart??

Why is the cart going backwards?? It’s supposed to move forward!

Payload cart moves forward (defense):

NOOOO!

I’m going to kill you. And then kill you again. 

I will end your existence.

I will slit you all open from mouth to anus and wear you like jackets

Cart goes backwards (defense):

Weeeeeeeeee! Down it goes!

Haha fuck you, BLU/RED team! Now you have to push it BACK UP THE HILL!

I feel like they’re living as Sisyphus… they’re living the dream 

Win a round:

Gasp! We won!

Yayayayayayayay!!! Yaaaaaaay!

I’m so proud of us!

A bunch of murder hobos killing a bunch of other murder hobos… it’s a good day!

Lose a round:

I’m gonna let the depression set in, and I’m going home

Hey, at least we won’t get to the Post part of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?

*sighs* I feel like I’m reliving my ancestors’ history…

Next time, there will be blood. Lots of blood…

Tie a round:

Welp. Fuck me sideways with a chainsaw, let’s a get a drink

Wait, that can happen??

I’ve never felt more confused in my life

Round Starts:

Fuck em up, boys!

Heeheehee, let’s play a game

I wanna play a game

Lezzgooo!

Hajmo!

Sudden Death:

AhHHHHHHH!!

I’m dead. Oh no. (coming out of a machine if Hacker is killed while hacking one)

Teleportations:

Wee, that was fun!

Thanks, Engie!

You’re the best!

Objective-related responses

After Capturing Intelligence:

Not usually how I do this, but it’ll do!

I’ve hacked reality!

Time to run!

After capturing control point:

Okay, time to stand here!

Wait. Does this technically count as hacking?

Guess an enbie can prove themselves after all!

I claim this point in the name of my people and my ancestors!

Standing on captured control point, firing weapon:

Budalo, get on the point!

Awahodo, get on the stupid point!

You idiots expect this shit to work if you’re NOT on the point??

On the point. Or I will tase you.

Defense:

Idiots.

I can’t believe you’re being beat by a hacker!

I love knowing I’m smarter than you all

I’m winning and you’re not! Ha!

Spy!:

There’s a Spy among us!

Imposter spotted!

He’s gonna vent!

Jeers:

Guys. I’m. I’m so disappointed.

If I have to come down there!

I’m a hacker, not your babysitter!

[felikatze]

What the hell is a Child of Fire and is Nagyunn an arsonist

preamble: hi i’m thinking abt this webcomic again and how little we know abt what’s actually going on with the masked bandits outside of that one guy possibly being lauzun’s dad or something. so when i reread i paid extra attention to figure out stuff but i’ve gotten nowhere. I write meta posts bcuz my thoughts haunt me and i want them gone to think about other stuff. other people think abt this for me thank you

So. Here ya go.

This post includes three sections, best summarized as:

1. What? 2. Who? 3. Why?

1. The hell’s a Child of Fire anyway?

We never get an explanation of this, but there’s some deductions we can make.

a) a Child of Fire is pretty hard to kill We see this when the masked bandits talk about killing Najin. They planned an ambush with a lot of people, and I’ve seen theorizing that they may have made Nagyunn kill Najin because only Nagyunn could.

There’s some property of a Child of Fire that just makes em apparently unkillable without special circumstances. Which leaves us with the question of, why could Nagyunn kill Najin if he’s a normal guy?

From Episode 32, said by the leader of the masked bandits.

b) a Child of Fire is presumably from Woodion This mainly ties back to Woodion being “the town of flame” and Najin being referred to as “Woodion’s flame” so this seems appropiate.

From Episode 2

From Episode 4

During the first meeting with Marsha, she also calls “Najin” “Najin van Woodion” with van being uhh dutch? for “of” so he’s “Najin of Woodion.” Names like that are typically associated with nobility. Either Najin’s family actually had some importance before biting the dust, or Najin and Nagyunn don’t have unique surnames and he’s “that guy Najin from Woodion.” Does anyone in this series have a surname actually?? Does anyone??

From Episode 19

c) Possible ties to magic? Other theorizing is that “Child of Fire” is meant very literally, what with the two counts of fire attached to our main guy. There’s also how magic works in The Ember Knight, as explained by the magician with magic being stronger if the elements just kinda like you. A Child of Fire may be a kid that fire just loves, but this point is the most theoretical.

From Episode 35

All around, we don’t know shit.

2. Who’s a Child of Fire anyway?

The obvious no brainer answer would be Najin, but it’s not that clear cut, imo.

There’s evidence for Najin being the one, namely the fact that the masked bandits are veeeeery convinced that he is, to the point they’re willing to believe Najin survived sword-through-the-heart on account of being the unkillable Child of Fire (see: the first screenshot).

Another thing is the first big count of fire in the story (chronologically): the fire supposedly set by Nagyunn that killed Luzian’s dad.

From Episode 2

Odd thing abt this is a formulation here:

[screencap of flashback during Luzian’s tryouts]

From Episode 13

The phrasing that Nagyunn didn’t feel guilt for killing the guy but rather not being able to save him, coupled with the reasoning for the fire being that “he doesn’t know”, makes who set the fire kind of suspicious.

From Episode 22

A very real possibility here is that Nagyunn took the fall for Najin if we once again interpret “Child of Fire” as being literal, on account of Nagyunn’s “I’ll always protect you!” thing

From Episode 2

but then AGAIN, Nagyunn very very much blames himself for the fire.

Also From Episode 2

Our second option would be that Nagyunn is the Child of Fire, which I think is also very possible.

First count of fire-setting could be Najin’s fault, but it could also still be an accident on Nagyunn’s part. Furthermore, the second fire of the series strikes me as notably odd.

Why the hell did Nagyunn burn his own house down? There’s a pragmatic reason, being that he needed a believable cause of death that would both obscure the actual cause of death via stabbing and also make the corpse unavailable for identity verification.

However, we don’t see Nagyunn actually set the fire. And the fire starts with a paper on the wall, without Nagyunn even being in the panel. That’s weird, right? There’s no explanation for how that happens, yeah?

From Episode 4

It’s possible we’re just not shown how Nagyunn set the fire because it would slow down the scene or something, but who else would it be? The masked bandits just up and left, they had no reason to set a fire.

If we believe Najin to be the Child of Fire, then his death could’ve caused it, just like, magically or something. If we believe Nagyunn to be the Child of Fire, then it may be like, a physical manifestation of his emotions.

It’s just weird, man.

Another point for Nagyunn is like, not really lore related but more symbolism related.

From Episode 12

Here, Nagyunn, who before was symbolically “the ash that remained” assumes the position of the fire, “the embers you couldn’t extinguish.” This also ties into the title of the comic, obviously, and this is the moment we really see Nagyunn as “The Ember Knight.” (Though rejecting being ash is additionally a metaphor for rejecting being Nagyunn. Layers.)

Like lore wise this means nothing but this is a narrative and foreshadowing can be anything. Nagyunn symbolically assumes the position of ember, that will one day grow into a raging fire. Ya see?

Maybe the masked bandits thinking Najin is the Child of Fire just comes from Najin’s strength and they’re mistaken, because they knew “one of those two” had to be it. Maybe Najin’s a red herring?

Man, maybe both of them are Children of Fire and it’s a genetic thing. Who knowwwws.

We don‘t actually know how killable Nagyunn is since he‘s never physically in mortal peril. I mean „stabbed-through-the-heart“ mortal peril. He is frequently surrounded by people with the intent and strength to kill him, though.

Moving on to a different thing, this bit from the narrator.

[screencap of the “one in a million” rock metaphor]

From Episode 9

Both Najin and Nagyunn are described as “one in a million” by the narrator. The narrator in this instance is pointedly not a limited one, as it describes Nagyunn in third person. Obviously, some random comment from the narrator doesn’t mean much, but I feel it’s worth pointing out how both of them are “special.”

And now arises the question of why the masked bandits wanted the Child of Fire dead so badly.

3. Why kill the Child of Fire anyway?

Since the masked bandits are so mysterious to the point not even some of their members know what the hell’s going on, they could be, well, not the good guys, but well-intentioned. There’s the geo-political aspect of them teaming up with the skeleton guy from the east who wanted to protect his king, and the brewing war between east and west, and the Knights are on the side of the west obviously but. The masked bandits may be trying to prevent war? I think?

So it remains within the realm of possibility that they wanted to kill the Child of Fire because the Child of Fire is inherently dangerous somehow.

Whether the presence of the Child of Fire would assure war-time victory for the west or whether the Child of Fire is dangerous to the world as a whole, I don’t. I don’t know. Both is possible.

If we believe the Child of Fire to be a danger, then it wouldn’t be out of line to describe them as “a lump of impurities”, would it.

That’s all my thoughts on the whole Child of Fire thing. Think what you will, all bets are off to what it really would be.

[sparrowmoth]

I haven't given you an ask in so long! I love doing this again 😁 Can you answer A,B,C,D,L,M and P? (And for L I'd love something about Doug or the Beast 😛)

Looooove you Sparrow 💕

@telli1206 I know, it's been a while! It's always fun doing these ask games, so I'm glad we're back at it again. I love you, too, Telli!! 💖💖

A - Ships that you currently like a lot.

Everything below is Descendants, but for this one, I gotta say SK8’s Matchablossom because that’s the ship that’s been heading my fleet as of late lmao. They’re the ship I didn’t know I needed and didn’t expect to fall in love with, but here we are. They mean the world to me. They are joy, they are comfort, they are relatable as fuck. I just love them a lot. 🥰🥰

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

I didn’t consider the Rotten OT4 at all when I first watched the movies, but when I got into the fandom, I started seeing fics about them and decided to check them out for curiosity’s sake. I just completely fell in love with the ship and the dynamics within it thanks to the amazing fic writers in this fandom. ♥️

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Jay/Gil. No disrespect to those who enjoy it, but I’m reallyyyy not a fan. The two of them together just don’t make sense to me for reasons I don’t care enough to get into and, ultimately, there’s nothing and no one who’s ever going to make me like them as a ship.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Harlos, like in a romantic shippy way. I don’t know why, but they just don’t interest me that way even though I love both characters and I find their potential dynamics otherwise really intriguing. I’ve read a few good fics that involve this ship. Still always find myself wishing it was something Jaylos instead though lol.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves.

DEEP SIGH. Something nice about Beast, huh… he would make a nice rug, does that count? 😏 And Doug, hmm? Oh, Telli, the cruelty. I jest, I jest. 😂 Uhhhh… he’s… clearly booksmart... which is good! 👍👍

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Jay! 🥺 He’s so friend shaped. He strikes me as the sort of person who gives really good hugs and has that kind of presence where you feel safe as soon as he walks into the room. I think he would be a really good listener and someone who always knows the right thing to say to make you laugh. He might be a little insensitive sometimes, but never on purpose and he’d do his best to learn from it because hurting his friends or anyone he loves is the last thing he wants to do.

Now, mind you, I think my initial reaction to him would be alike to Lonnie’s in the D1 kitchen scene lmao, but once we got past that, I’m pretty sure we’d get along great. 💕

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

This is heavily and shamelessly inspired by First Kill lol, but okay, so… AU where Jay and Carlos meet at high school and Jay, who’s new to the city and a vampire hunter by night, recognizes the seemingly kind, quiet, and unassuming Carlos for what he is: a vampire.

Eventually, they both end up at a party thrown by Carlos’ human friends, Mal and Evie, who rig a game of seven minutes in heaven because they can see something’s going on between the boys and they can’t remember the last time they saw Carlos show genuine romantic interest in anyone.

Jay’s suave as ever and absolutely confident Carlos isn’t on to him. He’s also confident that he can make this kill. It’s not the first time his target’s been attractive. He just needs to make Carlos trust him, then he can lure him out somewhere after the party where no one will think to look for them.

Carlos has been playing up his innocence for Jay, though. He knows who and what he is, and as soon as they’re alone in the closet, he advances on him and whispers (I can’t write this without laughing), “Is that a stake in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

Jay’s not sure what his emotions are doing with a vampire literally breathing down his neck. He’s more into it than he has any right to be, but it doesn’t seem to matter in that moment. He forgets everything, especially his father, who he’d promised a pair of fangs tonight to be turned in for a hefty bounty.

Fuck it is all he thinks as he meets Carlos’ eyes in the near-dark and boldly leans in to kiss him.

They only jump apart when someone bangs on the closet door to let them know their time is up.

As they return to the party, they exchange a glance that asks a silent, mutually unanswered question: “Now what?”

A - Z Fandom Asks

[ase-trollplays]

Revisit His Trauma

-- tapeFace [tf] began trolling sultrySiren [SS] --

TF: Maeron, it’s Florah. I’m using a friend’s phone.

SS: Flor@h???

SS: How did you get @w@y from @llm@h?? Where @re you?

SS: I need to tell k@rim@ where you @re §o §he c@n come get you.

TF: NO!!!

TF: Don’t tell her anything!

SS: §he’§ my be§t friend @nd your moir@il. Of cour§e I h@ve to tell her you’re ok@y!

SS: I’m §till your club, remember? P@rt of keeping you two on tr@ck i§ m@king §ure you communic@te.

TF: Just please do this for me! I’m not ready to face her yet!

TF: Shit went down, and I need space before I see her again.

SS: You’ve been gone for four perigee§. I think that’§ enough §p@ce. §he i§ liter@lly worrying her§elf §ick @bout you.

SS: Well, §icker.

SS: Why did you even me§§@ge me if you don’t w@nt me to tell her @nything? You h@d to know I would.

TF: Because I need a favor, and you’re the only one who can help.

TF: I need my phone, but it’s still at Allmah’s hive. I’m too scared to go back there, but I can’t let her keep it.

SS: §o you w@nt ME to ri§k my life going to her hive @nd getting your phone.

SS: Knowing full well §he h@§ no qu@lm§ @g@in§t killing me, @nd I would be @t @ huge di§@dv@nt@ge in @ §trife.

SS: §he @lre@dy tried to kill me once when I tried to get you b@ck @nd only f@iled bec@u§e my moir@il interfered. I’m not giving her @ ch@nce to fini§h the job.

SS: Just forget @bout it @nd buy your§elf @ new phone.

TF: I don’t want another one. I want that one. Karima gave me that phone while I was recovering after she rescued me.

TF: Plus, it has all my friends’ information on it, and I don’t want any of them on her radar.

TF: I’m begging you. Please. Please do this for me.

SS: Fine. With @ny luck, §he won’t be there. You owe me for thi§, though.

-- sultrySiren [SS] gave up trolling tapeFace [TF] --

*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***

Maeron and Cavler approached Allmah’s hive with caution. They both remembered all too well how her last meeting with Allmah ended, and they kept their weapons in hand for the inevitable strife that would ensue should they be caught. Cavler entered first, though as the door was opened they were both hit with a particularly awful smell: Blood and decay.

Maeron noticed the door to the garden was half open and decided to investigate that room first with Cavler following close behind. She pushed the door the rest of the way open with one of her morning stars and backed away in revulsion at the sight before her.

Allmah’s body lay decomposing with her throat ripped open and old blood pooled around her. Maeron covered her nose and mouth with her jacket both out of disgust and an attempt to filter out the horrid stench that emanated from the room.

“Well, Florah will be happy to know she’s dead for the time being,” she muttered as she stepped into the room. She grimaced as she looked down at the desiccated corpse and held her breath as she reluctantly searched Allmah’s body for Florah’s phone. Unfortunately, it was nowhere on her person, causing Maeron to curse that she touched her body for nothing. No amount of hand washing would make her feel clean after this.

She glanced around the room quickly before making a hasty exit, nearly knocking her moirail over in the process as she hurried to leave. “We’ll have to search the rest of her hive. Also, when we get back to my hive I need to wash these clothes immediately.”

The pair searched the other rooms of the hive, Cavler never once leaving Maeron’s side despite the primary threat apparently having been killed. Searches of her respiteblock yielded no results, nor did a search of her study. Across from the study was a locked room, though the door stood little chance against a barrage of strikes from Maeron’s morning stars.

With the door now in splintered pieces, the two trolls froze as they saw the contents of the room. It reeked of blood, and in its center was a bloodstained table with bindings clearly meant for holding people in place. Next to it was a small table with various tools: scalpels, a wood burner, a cattle prod, a needle and thread, a serrated spoon, and other items. 

Cavler froze up as anxiety overtook him and memories of torture with his former captor flooded his mind. Maeron noticed him starting to shut down as anxiety took violent hold of him and slammed the door shut to comfort him. After several minutes, she managed to calm him and convinced him to wait for her downstairs to avoid being triggered again. She would have to enter the torture chamber alone.

“What the fuck... This place needs to be torn down. Messiahs only know how many people she killed in here for who knows why,” Maeron whispered as she entered the room and looked around. A thorough search of the room finally revealed Florah’s phone inside the drawer of a desk along with several books and journals. She tucked the phone safely away in her modus and flipped through the various books. A few of them were written in some other language she couldn’t understand, but the journals seemed to be a log of the trolls she sacrificed. Written within were various ages, castes, the methods with which they were tortured and how effective they were, how long it took them to die, and how much of their lifespan she was able to take.

There were three journals in total, all filled front to back with these entries. She didn’t even want to think how many innocent people were penned in those books, and it made her stomach turn to see the full extent of her sadism. Assuming that was the extent and there wasn’t more yet to be discovered. She threw the journals away from her in disgust and hastily exited the chamber.

She got what she came for. Time to go.

[giffingthingsss]

the death of a marriage

Skimming through Joy's letters to Bill.

One major theme is money, or lack thereof. You can sense the weariness. It's one thing to go through a period where he can't come up with money, but there's always some excuse. For years. She's really being quite accommodating while also trying not to starve to death. One letter she's like, 'listen honey, I'm as tired of harping on this as you are of hearing it' lol. 'but we can't live on air.' She often couches things with humor.

There's the recurrence of old problems, an anger that flares up from time to time, a general feeling of 'handling' him, trying to keep him in a good mood and earning money so he has it to send to his kids, etc...

He definitely stressed her out and it's a relief to have him gone. In the beginning she was sensitive to his threats of suicide and the like and worried about him, etc... but over time begins to see it as gaslighting and manipulation. It's why she just kind of sighs when her cousin starts falling for the same lines but is like... 'whatever. good luck.'

I'm fine with attempts to round out the breakup of the Greshams rather than showing the kind of lopsided Shadowlands version of events where Bill's problems are the only ones mentioned (in one letter she tells him to tell her family that she is a third responsible for everything, as evidently family members had begun taking sides). But Santamaria's biography goes too far back the other way.

She's obviously influenced by talking to Bill's family and is eager to balance the record, but it gets ridiculous. 'yeah he drank but he was a happy drunk. yeah he would smash furniture but it was for attention. yeah he shot a gun in the living room once but it's cuz it accidentally went off.'

As if you shouldn't throw a guy out of your house immediately if he fires a gun in your living room, whether accidental or not. Good grief. 'Joy wanted them to fall in love so she could dissolve the marriage'. as if Bill and Renee weren't grown ass adults who made their own decisions.

Another guy says that Renee (Joy's cousin that Bill later married) told him the gun going off was actually a suicide attempt. I can't buy the book to look that up myself because that particular book only had like 500 copies made and sells for approximately $500. But that's what a journal article said.

If the suicide attempt is true, then my theory would be it wasn't a genuine attempt. More of a 'go my way or I'll kill myself' thing and then the gun accidentally went off. In one letter Joy wrote -

All through our marriage you used to argue that you must get your own way in everything or else a) you would kill yourself, b) you would get drunk, c) you would go on strike and not support the family. I have no doubt your anxiety was partly genuine, but the use you made of it was not. If I feel uncertain of your good intentions now, it is simply because of the record.

Anyway, that just kind of gives you an idea of what a crazy household it could be.

But there's a genuine old affection that comes out from time to time and they can often chat like old friends. Things are never simple or completely cut and dry.

Maybe someday I'll do a more comprehensive thing, but I'll leave it with this letter from Joy -

It must be a great surprise to you that I now have such powers of resisting your commands and persuasions. Throughout our marriage you could always make me knuckle under one way or another, and I’m sure you find difficulty in understanding that them days are gone forever. You mistook my submissiveness for the weakness of a self-effacing neurotic. But, as I told you, it is not inherently part of my character, and I shall never practice it again.

[ryosmne]

Three brats??

Dad!Sukuna x f!reader

So this is basically a comfort fic, featuring dad! Sukuna because the brainrot was too much. Ok so, the reader and Sukuna have a son together, yes their son is Yuuji, I know this is usually the single father Sukuna trope, but I wanted to give it a go, feedback is always appreciated. Thanks for brainrotting with me @likeab-o-s-s cause this is the reason this exists. That's all from me enjoy reading.

Warnings: none really, just family, heartwarming fluff.

The air was crisp and fresh, unusually refreshing for the beginning of summer. Parents were already gathered outside the daycare, Yuuji, y/n's and Sukuna's son attended, patiently waiting for their kids to run in their arms again.

Sukuna arrived a couple of minutes before the final bell on his motorcycle, he took off his helmet, leaned back on his bike and waited for the familiar little pink head of hair to come wobling to him.

The three mothers next to him, scooted a bit closer to him to get a better look nothing he's unfamiliar with and no one can blame them, Sukuna is a sight for sore eyes. Leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up, extenuating his board shoulders, exposing his tattoo covered skin, v neck white t shirt, allowing his toned chest and even more of his tattoos to show and a simple black pair of pants hugging his muscular thighs in the best of ways.

In the past some of the bolder ones had mustered the courage and asked him if he was a single father since they had never seen his son's mother, but with a laugh Sukuna brushed them off telling them how his lovely wife was a working parent and her schedule just didn't match the daycares. Maybe the very unconventional wedding rings they got weren't the best idea in this situation, even though they were extremely beautiful and unique.

"I really admire the work you put in the little guy" Sukuna's gaze met a woman who attempted to strike a conversation, oblivious to what she had meant by her statement he replied, maybe these three minutes would pass faster talking about normal things and not stressing about work.

"Don't we all put work on our kids?" He spoke calmly with a slight smile that he always wore when talking about Yuuji.

"Yeah, we do, but it still must be hard I can't imagine what you're going through" Sukuna's mind went to the worst scenario. Was Yuuji a trouble maker at school? He is a very well behaved child, both him and y/n made sure to teach him proper manners and how to be polite, that couldn't be it right?

The bell rung, and kids made their way out of the daycare, Yuuji in the blink of an eye was hugging his father's leg, exited to see him after the hours he was gone. In a swift motion Sukuna put Yuuji's little backpack on his own back and scooped the boy up in his arm.

"Yuuji's a pretty good kid, hes never been difficult" Sukuna smilled again resuming in the short conversation with the woman next to him. "Single father's like you don't get the credit they deserve". She spoke again smiling sadly down to the little pink haired boy who seemed too fixated on the earrings his father was wearing.

Sukuna finally understanding what this whole thing was about, chuckled, this had happened before after all, he should've known.

"I'm not a single parent, speaking of that your mom said she has a big surprise for you after dinner" he said directing his attention to his son again, the woman next to him quickly fumbled an apology for missundertanding, to which Sukuna replied to with a simple 'dont worry about it'. He placed Yuuji on his bike, put on both his and his boys helmet and drove off.

Y/n was still stuck at work, thankfully her husband would cook dinner tonight cause overtime was killing both her and her mood, good thing she finally had a day off tomorrow.

Y/n checked her phone to see how close she was to going home only to find a text that Yuuji's teacher had send her that was obviously meant for her husband.

Hello Mr Itadori, this is Mrs Laura from the day care. I was wondering if you wanted to get launch with me after school tomorrow, you can bring little Yuuji too, I'm awaiting your response, have a nice night.

What the hell was that? Well y/n's number was in Yuuji's contact information, she chuckled at the words displayed on her screen but she couldn't really blame the teach, Sukuna was a walking temptation, she knew that first hand, hell she fell head over heels for the dangerous looking guy who hid a heart of gold under his hard exterior, but the teacher could at least check who the number belonged to.

Y/n run her last errands and made sure to pick up Yuuji's surprise before heading home, she even tipped Sukuna off so their son wouldn't know what hit him.

Y/n made her way inside the family house, tossing her keys somewhere on the living room couch.

Yuuji immediately after hearing her car in the driveway came rushing down the stairs, jumping around her like he always did when she came home.

"Mom, mom you're home." The happiness was evident in the boys face, his smile was wide when y/n dropped to his level to pick him up and spin him around

"Yes I am little devil, did you give your father hell like we agreed?" She spoke in the happiest of tones with Yuuji still in her arms. Another set of arms engulfed her frame making her halt on spinning the little boy.

"So you're telling him to be a little brat now huh?" Sukuna's breath tickled the side of her neck and ear as he rested his head on her shoulder and wrapped his strong arms around her waist. "Welcome home love" he spoke again giving her jaw a ghost of a kiss.

"Daddy is the food ready" Yuuji spoke from y/n's arms, Sukuna only laughed at his son's appetite, and directed both him and y/n to the kitchen where he had already set everything up.

"Mommy, what is a single dad?" Yuuji asked in the middle of dinner in typical fashion of his, any question he had from something he heard through the day would always come up during dinner.

"Well Yuuji, single fathers are the fathers who raise their kids alone." The young boy seemed to think about his mother's words before speaking again. "So its just a daddy ?" Yuuji asked again with his eyes growing a bit sadder, his mother nodded, and Yuuji's eyes started to water.

"Baby what's wrong?" y/n asked. "Hey buddy what's going on?" Sukuna was growing quite concerned too. Yuuji burst in tears leaving his seat, climbing up his dad and hugging him tightly. Sukuna was rubbing his back to comfort the young boy and y/n's hand was stroking the kids hair in an effort to calm him down. "B-but why did that lady c-call you that, is m-mommy l-leaving?" Everything seemed to click for Sukuna, y/n was still confused but in the calmest sweetest voice said "Yuuji, baby look at me, I'm not going anywhere ok?" And the boy left his father's arms and clung on to her like his life depended on it.

Sukuna cracked a few jokes and lightened Yuuji's mood so he could enjoy the rest of his dinner, which went pretty well, he was his smiling adorable self very soon after his parents reassured him that none of them were ever leaving his side and the boy was now drawing with crayons in the living room. He seemed to have completely forgotten about the surprise his father mentioned when he picked him up.

Y/n and Sukuna were doing the dishes in the kitchen, each one talking about their day, Sukuna explained the awkward conversation he had at the daycare that sparked Yuuji's sadness, y/n took a turn in talking about how her son's teacher, basically asked Sukuna out on a date but messed up and texted her. "How about you set up a date and you show up? I mean it's you she texted right?" Sukuna joked "Babe, that's cruel" y/n chuckled at her husband's mischievous nature.

"So you've got everything ready?" Sukuna asked. "yeah who'll bring him over?"

"You do it I'll keep Yuuji busy."

Sukuna joined Yuuji on the couch. "What are you drawing little brat?" Y/n heard him ask their boy in the usual sweet tone he had with him. She made her way down the basement, where she kept the surprise since she came home. Yuuji was going to love this, Sukuna was too, she knew she was already in love as well.

Y/n climbed the stairs quickly, and snuck up behind her son, who was occupied by his dad, she gently tapped the boys shoulder.

"A PUPPY" Yuuji announced exited making sure his voice was still soft not to scare the eager dog that his mom brought to his arms. Yuuji gently held the puppy that was licking his face as he was in a fit of laughter and excitement. Sukuna was as exited as his son and y/n had a huge smile on her face too. Their son had begged and begged for a dog ever since his best friend, Megumi got a black German shepherd puppy. Of course y/n and Sukuna wanted to comply to Yuuji's request right away, but they took time to teach little Yuuji everything there was about the responsibility of owning a dog. They took him to dog cafes and shelters, so he would be the perfect little dog owner, they taught him patience and responsibility beforehand. Sukuna visited the local shelter and decided with y/n on a white Shepard puppy that Yuuji always pointed out in your visits because 'he looks like Megumi's puppy they can be friends like we are' who can say no to that little adorable devil?

The puppy momentarily left Yuuji's arms to lick Sukuna's face. "Now we've got two little brats and a big one in our house." He laughed, enjoying the moment.

Y/n was admiring her son and husband as well as the newest member of the family with a smile plastered wide on her face, life was indeed beautiful.

The next day, both Sukuna and y/n were waiting for Yuuji to finish school, since y/n had the day off. Sukuna had his arm protectively around her because this time, others were staring at what was his, but he was proud to show her off to everyone, even in a place as mundane as his son's daycare.

[lemons3ason]

HOW THE VINSMOKE BROTHERS REACT TO LOSING THEIR S/O BECAUSE OF THEIR FATHER!

Warning: Mad Angst, Lowkey long I got kinda a little to into these scenarios, mentions of death and torture, I cried and lowkey need to make a part two for fluff TT-TT

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Ichiji Vinsmoke

You were missing from bed this morning, of course Ichiji was curious of it since you were practically 8 months pregnant but he thought you were just back in the kitchen cooking with Cosette again. You were a chef for the Germa Kingdom, the only reason he had met you was because Niji had thrown a plate of food at Cosette and you shielded her from it before striking Niji in a nerve and knocking him unconscious for over 36 hours. Since that day Ichiji had claimed you as his, his cute firecracker, and yet for some reason you were never enough for his father. You made his son human, which in turn made him weak, sooner or later you would’ve had to be dealt with. Judge had summoned him to the throne room to speak with him alone, with his shadow casting over the young red haired man he spoke with a cold heartless tone, “(Y/n) has been executed. She was taken down to the dungeons before daybreak, so you won’t find her.”, he turned to his son to make sure he emphasized his point, “She wasn’t good enough for you anyways.”

Ichiji felt his heart shatter, something he once never had, and felt his lips quiver at the news. Nothing held him back, so why?! Why didn’t he just kill his father where he stood! Judge had sent you to the dungeons to be executed, all because he deemed you unworthy of the Vinsmoke name. Ichiji’s fist ignited into flames as his rage boiled in his blood. He was always cold and collected but right at this moment he was afraid! Afraid and enraged, Ichiji left his father alone and stormed down to the dungeons. Memories of his days tormenting Sanji replayed in his mind causing his stomach to churn. The dungeons were for the weak, only the strong could laugh from the other side of the bars and unfortunately you were just a weak powerless human compared to the monsters that lived right by your side.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n) answer me! Answer me right now!”, Ichiji’s voice roared through the cold dark cells of the dungeon.

Soldiers in charge of the chambers emerged attempting to calm their leader but their skulls simply met the hard brick walls as he punched them. Flames flickered from his fists and feet with each of his movements, even without his raid suit Ichiji was a force to be reckoned with.

“(Y/n)!”, his screams were desperate at this point, his emotional heart couldn’t handle the stress of the situation anymore.

Then he saw it, in pure disbelief he threw his glasses to the side taking in the pale lifeless battered body that laid before his eyes. Everything stopped, y-you were gone. He was to late. Ichiji didn’t want to believe it not now, not ever, he raced to your side scooping your cold form into his arm and holding you tight almost mistaking his own body heat as yours in broken hope that you were still alive. He was heartbroken, as he stared down at your beautiful sleeping face his vision became blurry. He had lost it, he lost you, tears and screams of agony poured out of Ichiji’s body. He couldn’t handle this, not (Y/n), not you of all people. His wails became louder so much so that his siblings could hear him, even Judge who stared out over the sea with no regret to his decision could hear the heartbroken wails of his precious son. Ichiji’s raw emotions triggered his powers, his tears evaporated from the intense heat his body produced and like an inferno eating at a dry field his flames engulfed the dungeons setting fire to half of the Germa Kingdom. Even as your body seared to ash in his arms he held onto you desperately his wails becoming noiseless gasps until his brothers pulled him out of the flames and away from your ashes.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!!!!!”, He screamed fighting against his brothers strength as soldiers rushed in to put out the flames.

Even if he showed weakness because of his heart Ichiji mourned your death, he couldn’t handle it anymore because every little thing reminded him of you. For a whole week he had locked himself in your old quarters and he wouldn’t budge...not until Reiju appeared with the only thing that would pull him out of mourning. She kicked the door open holding something small in her arms and sighed seeing her brother collapsed by your bedside.

“She’s gone Ichiji, get over it.”, Reiju growled.

“How do you expect me to do that? Tell me Reiju! Every woman I’ve ever seen was merely a toy of amusement for me until I met her! She reminded me what it meant to be human, how do you expect me to get over her!”, the red haired male growled grabbing his sister by the fabric collar until a soft cry caught his attention.

The sudden rough movement had awaken the slumbering (h/c) haired baby that rested in Reiju’s arms. Ichiji’s body trembled from shock and he once again collapsed to his knees. Reiju smiled and kneeled down in front of her younger brother carefully placing his child in his arms, “(Y/n) fought till the very end, I noticed them take her down to the dungeon and the stress from them beating her drove her body into labor. Father’s word was absolute to kill her but nothing was said about the baby. All she asked was that I took her.”, Reiju sighed tears of regret falling from her blue eyes.

This little baby girl, with Ichiji’s curly little eyebrows, and your sweet eyes, was all he had left of you and he wouldn’t let his father take her from him like he took you!

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Niji Vinsmoke

That night you hadn’t returned to bed, after a heated argument about his cruel behavior towards the staff of the ship you had left Niji alone in his quarters. The young prince waited impatiently for you to return but after midnight struck the clock he decided that it would be best to go find you instead. It wasn’t your first fight but truly he let himself go, he said things that he regretted and sucking it up and apologizing to you only seemed fair. He called your name loudly, not caring about the others and their sleep since he needed to find you quickly.

“(Y/n)? Hey little brat come on, it’s late we can continue this argument tomorrow just come to bed.”, he sighed running his fingers through his blue hair in frustration.

He noticed several guards talking amongst themselves and decided to question them on your whereabouts. All the soldiers froze up once they felt the intense anger radiating off of their general, they quickly stood at attention greeting Niji as he glared down at all of them. He noticed your necklace hanging out of one of their pockets and quickly snatched it back as he began to interrogate the soldier.

“Where the hell did you get this? A piece of gravel like you shouldn’t have been able to get this close to (Y/n) in order to take it. Where did you get this?”, Niji growled electricity discharged from his body with each passing second.

The soldier stumbled over his words trembling in fear as he looked death in the face, “I-I’m sorry sir! I-I found it in the dungeons it’s from the most recent kill. I-I didn’t know this b-belonged to Ms. (L/n)!”, the soldier squeaked in fear as Niji’s electricity made all the lights in the hall pop, his body glowed a dim blue in the dark corridor as he stormed down to the dungeons. Something didn’t feel right, for once an unsettling itch was making Niji nervous. Why would you be in the dungeons of all places? His steps echoed the farther down he went, but the eerie silence of the dungeons made his stomach ache. Something wasn’t right.

“(Y/n)? Hey brat, where are you? Come on this is enough, it’s not funny, (Y/n)!”, Niji yelled, his voice broke as he called your name, “(Y/n), come on I’m sorry! I don’t hate you, I love you so come back.”

For the first time ever fear was coursing through his blood and he didn’t know what to do. Every call of your name drove him crazy, you didn’t respond no matter how loud he got. He searched every sell desperately for you but he couldn’t find a thing, he was clueless on your whereabouts until one of the many prisoners in the dungeons spoke up.

“Niji?”, the old man called quickly grabbing the young prince’s attention.

“Who the hell do you think your calli-“

“That’s the name the young lady was calling when they were beating her. Niji, at the top of her lungs, it was painful to have to hear her.”, the old man sighed tears falling from his eyes.

Niji’s arms reached for his tattered clothes slamming him against the bars as he demanded answers, “What girl? Where did they take her?”

“T-this young lady with short (h/c) hair. They took her to the torture chamber just down the hall!”

“Her hair wasn’t short! Liar!”, Niji growled.

“I-It was! Lord Judge cut her hair with his spear to show her how little she meant to the family. Then ordered her execution, I haven’t heard her voice for the last three hours.”, the man admitted crying in fear of being punished.

Niji released the man and ran as quickly as he could to the chambers, but the pool of blood was enough for him to understand your fate. He stared down at the pool in defeat and fell to his knees as his vision became blurry. Bloodied whips and clubs littered the floor but Niji couldn’t see a thing, he screamed in anguish to the situation. His heart couldn’t take this, his head was splitting to the very thought of your death. His sadness quickly turned into rage, it’s was his fault, his father was the cause of all of this! Using his powers he appeared in his father’s room in a mere matter of seconds, his electricity burning hotter then ever before.

“WHERE IS MY (Y/N)?!”, Niji roared ripping his goggles off so he could see his father properly.

Judge, completely unamused by his favorite son’s outburst, simply scoffed and returned to his paperwork. Having been ignore Niji slammed his fist into Judge’s desk scattering and burning the papers throughout the room. He glared up at his father and repeated his question, “Where is my (Y/n)?”

“Tossed out to sea, it’s not like she was alive anymore. By now she’s being digested by some stray seaking that found her battered corpse.”, Judge sighed in frustration, “It’s not like I would’ve considered someone like her eligible to be your wife. A prince shouldn’t bother with a mere nameless slave.”

Niji was heartbroken, tears that had been ready to fall from his eyes from the past 20 years had finally started to fall. He couldn’t see, not even an inch in front of him as he grieved your death. He was to late, he fought with you and made you leave and when you needed him most he wasn’t there for you.

“It was pathetic how desperately she called your name, she was to reliant on you, it made the torture so much easier when she finally gave up. Hopefully the next woman you fall in love with is more suitable to be a Vinsmoke.”, Judge sighed lifting his son by his collar and throwing him out of his room.

Niji was forced to stumble back to his room, no matter how much he called you you never returned to his side. You were gone, all because he was to late.

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Sanji Vinsmoke

“What happened to her? (Y/n)!”, Sanji yelled caressing your face as you slept.

Your body was covered in bruises and cuts from your recent fight with Niji, you had snuck onto the Germa ships to find Sanji and drag him back but unfortunately you had ran into one of his monster brothers. Reiju had stopped her beastly brother from killing you but you presence on the ship didn’t go unnoticed, Judge was now aware of you and he wasn’t happy. Reiju allowed you to stay in her room with Sanji but Judge had other plans for you.

“(Y/n) you idiot. You should’ve stayed with the others back on the Sunny.”, Sanji sighed holding your hand in his, you woke up seeing him softly kiss your knuckles.

“Takes an idiot to know one. Come back stupid, I miss you.”, you sighed turning to him.

Sanji frowned at you but he couldn’t help but smile seeing you awake. You were such a handful, always had been and always would be but that’s what he loved about you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead making you smile but once again you both forgot that you were prisoners to the family. Sanji carried you back to his room and kept you there by his side, you both softly whispered to each other declaring your love like children. Having you in his arms again made Sanji forget about his worries, all he needed was you and that’s all he wanted. Eventually sleep claimed you both but you both slept comfortably together sharing dreams that a promising future would hold. The next day Sanji was forced to meet Big Mom. He hoped that you’d be left alone in his quarters but hope was for fools, while he was gone one of the soldier’s had slipped a sleeping drug into your food and dragged you down to the dungeons.

“(Y/n), I’m back. Have you eaten I’ll make yo-(Y/n)? (Y/n)?!”, Sanji’s blood ran cold seeing you missing, you couldn’t move around with your injuries which meant someone had taken you. He raced through the halls of the ship searching for you desperately, not one soldier told him where you were but a feeling in his chest told him exactly where you were. His legs carried him to the dungeon chambers but he found himself unable to even open the door. Memories of the caged abuse he went through drove a cold sweat through his body, but he had to save you. He swallowed his fears and opened the door but his fears were realized when he heard your voice scream his name. He hurried, he rushed, as quickly as he could but he was seconds to late. With his father looming over your battered body Sanji was forced to watch the spear pierce through your back,

“S-sanji.”, you cried as the injury killed you instantly, your outstretched hand fell to the ground as you passed away.

“Why failures stick together I will never know, but at least there’s one less of you vermin.”, Judge growled pulling his spear from your corpse as he turned around to see his mortified son, “It’ll teach you better then to let fools get in the way of my goals.”

He simply scoffed at him and walked back up the stairs while Sanji fell to his knees just inches away from your body. “(Y-y/n)...(y/n).”, Sanji croaked holding the hand that you had been reaching for him with.

“(Y/n)!”, he screamed to no one in the cold depressing dungeon as he pulled your body towards his chest to hold you.

He sobbed into your hair, crying until his voice ran dry. Sanji couldn’t accept this, “Not like this, p-please not like this. Not her!”, he begged staring down at your bruised face that still looked like a beautiful Angel in his eyes.

“(Y/n) please don’t leave me. Not like this my dear.”, he whimpered pressing his forehead against yours.

This dungeon had caused him so much pain and now it was the place that had taken you from him. Why did life have to hate him so much? To be married off to a stranger, to be taken from his crew, and worst of all to lose the only woman he had wanted to marry. His family brought him nothing but agony, he cried until exhaustion forced him to sleep. Reiju was ordered to fetch him for dinner but the sight of her younger brother asleep against the wall while holding your dead corpse was enough to move her to tears. He truly did love you but now you were gone.

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Yonji Vinsmoke

From the start Yonji knew that his father hated your existence, but Yonji just couldn’t help it. He had fallen for you, the way his name rolled of your tongue and past your sweet soft lips made him crave your presence. The way you reached your small hands up to him to hold his face in your hands made his heart face, but your eyes, your beautiful passionate shimmering eyes made him fall head over heels for you. Even when he was disrespectful towards others Yonji would always keep an eye on you smiling when he saw you doing the simplest of tasks. The prince that loved a peasant what a cliche love story. Even if he was a genetically modified human in your eyes he was just him, and you were just the perfect normal little human girl.

“Prince Yonji I made cookies today. Would you lik-oh heehee.”, you giggled watching Yonji eat the cookie from your fingers.

His crumb covered lips pressed against your cheek making you smile, but your soft moment together was spoiled by the all to familiar scoff of Lord Judge. The tall giant glared down at you while you sheepishly smiled up and greeted him, Yonji scowled at his Father’s glare and wrapped his arm around your waist protectively.

“Keep moving old man.”, he growled much to Judge’s disgust.

Cosette called you back to the kitchen, you excused yourself hesitating to give Yonji a kiss in front of his father but the green haired man wouldn’t let you leave without a proper kiss. As soon as he got his kiss he let you go, your face flushed red and smiling as you returned to your duties.

“Why you bother with a failure like her irritates me, you deserve a princess not a dirty servant Yonji.”, Judge growled down to his youngest son.

Yonji scoffed in annoyance to his father and simply walked away leaving his father to his own complaints. Judge decided that if you were the one his son wanted then he’d modify you so that you were actually useful to the family. Every night you would come to find Yonji and kiss him goodnight, it was a ritual that he became dependent on but tonight you didn’t show up. Far past midnight sleep was finally beginning to take over his body but he tried to stay awake hoping that you’d just been busy with chores. He woke up angry the next day because of your absence and went to search for you to give you a piece of his mind but no one had seen you. You always presented yourself to work even if you were exhausted or sick meaning something had happened to you. Yonji growled under his breath knowing that his father had something to do with it. One of the doctors appeared before him asking for his presence in the dungeon chambers, Yonji didn’t want to bother with it but his father was waiting for him. Just entering the room he could hear torturous screams resonating from down below, his father must’ve been furious.

“What do you want old man?”

His father simply pointed into one of the screaming cages and smiled, “Now she’s worthy of you. A soldier ready to give her life for you.”, he chuckled.

That’s when Yonji saw it, his eyes widened in shock seeing your blood stained body killing a prisoner. You held the knife above your head ready to kill them but Yonji’s hand caught your wrist as he called your name. You responded but the look in your eyes was enough to tell him what had happened. Cold, lifeless, dead (e/c) eyes, looked into his there was no spark in them anymore.

“What did you do to her!?”, Yonji growled sending his mechanical arm right to his fathers face.

Judge was unimpressed by his son’s rage and pushed his hand away, “Simply made her worthy of you. An annoying woman like her wasn’t fit to be a love interest for one of my precious sons but with her genetic enhancements now she is. Surprisingly she was able to stay sane for about 7 hours before the electrical charges finally fried what little brain cells she had. The only sacrifice was her mental sanity, her emotions, and her heart. She’s the perfect little puppet now.”

Yonji’s face dropped to the news of your torture, he turned to your frozen form and kiss your lips hoping that you’d react, hoping that it wasn’t true but nothing happened. Your cheeks didn’t heat up, your eyes didn’t sparkle with love, you didn’t call his name sweetly, he lost you.

“REVERSE IT! REVERSE THE EFFECTS RIGHT NOW!”, Yonji ordered holding your head softly in his hands.

“She’d really die this time, if we bothered trying. This is how she stays if you want her by your side, once you’re tired of her dispose of her. She’s no longer human she’s just an empty shell.”

Yonji couldn’t believe it, he held you calling your name over and over until you responded but you never did. You never made a noise you were just silent. “N-no...(Y/n)...n-not like this. Please not like this come back to me.”, Yonji pleaded through his tears but from then on it would never be the same.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can I get a future Tom x Reader where he was kind of brainwashed by Tord the whole time so when he finally gets conscious again he finds out his s/o had died and been turned into some kind of android/cyborg that's devoid of emotion. Lots of angst please!

"Brainwashed?"

"Yeah. It happened to all of us." Edd grunted as he sat at the table with Tom and Matt.

He then slammed his fist down rather abruptly, rattling the hard surface. Usually that meant he was about to have another tantrum over the cola ban.

But not this time. He was infuriated for a different reason.

"We got brainwashed by Red Leader into being his friend, doing stupid stuff, chasing after pointless, worthless things...all while he could expand his army without our interference."

"You know..it was odd that I forgave him so quick for ruining my face.." With a grimace Matt held his hand up to his bionic eye, clearly displeased that age and Tord's assault had spoiled his "beauty". "Now I know why. I wonder what else he's ruined.."

Tom's visor displayed an annoyed emote as he looked at his colleague. "You're still mad about that?"

"I have every right to be!!"

"Wow...so anyway.." He paused to take a swig of smirnoff. "I don't think he messed with me at all."

"Didn't you and [y/n] get captured or something?" Matt tilted his head. "Thought you'd at least remember that."

In that moment...Tom realized what he had completely forgotten about.

Something else Tord could've possibly ruined..

You.

In haste he stood up, dropping the bottle to the floor and ignoring the loud shattering. Edd looked quite annoyed at the mess, but his concern made him refocus on Tom, who was already sprinting towards the door.

"Where are you-?"

"I-I need to find [y/n]. Now." Tom whirled around, his visor showing pixelated sweat. "Matt was right..we got captured, and they took them somewhere! B-But I can't..I-I...I need to get home!"

"Now don't be stupid," Edd warned. "We need a strategy if-"

"Screw your strategies!! I'll call if I need help!" Without listening to another word, Tom had left the base.

You were his priority. He didn't know what happened to you after all this time, but he was going to find out even if he died trying.

He wanted..needed to know if you got out or not.

The two men who remained in the room exchanged glances, realizing that they forgot to tell Tom something important.

Something that was a painful and agonizing truth. With the intel they gathered they would've informed him that you were indeed alive.

But not the same.

..........

It took ages for Tom to reach what remained of your house. He could easily be mistaken. For all he knew..you could've been caged in at the Red Army base instead, but his gut feelings screamed for him to check your home first.

Though as he got inside with little resistance, he was suddenly blasted by a red laser beam.

He yelled and dodged it, allowing it to strike the door and leave a hole in it. But as the scrambled digital green pixels of his visor tried to reform themselves, he spotted you.

And god was he crushed.

Almost none of you was human anymore. Only part of your face was.

As for the rest of you, there was no doubt..the gray and red metal that covered your body were all clear indications that..

You were turned into a cyborg.

"[Y/n]..?" He mumbled in disbelief.

"Tom. It's been a while." Your voice was totally devoid of emotion, as was your expression. Nothing in your inflection signified that you missed him or that you were worried about him.

It was like..your whole personality was erased.

"H-Huh..? What...what did he do to you?" He approached you cautiously. "You remember me, right?"

"Of course. Although I died, all my memories have been preserved. I'm still me but with some..obvious changes." You raised your arm, with transformed into a laser gun.

But Tom's heart could only sink as you uttered those two words he never thought he'd hear:

"I died".

Now he realized what happened:

As he was being brainwashed by Tord after all this time, you were tortured, killed, and converted into a cyborg. The fact your chestplate displayed the Red Army's logo was undeniable proof of that.

You, a human once full of life..a human he once loved, became a killing machine. A mere tool for the Red Army against your will.

If only he had known you'd turn out like this..

Tom's visor shut off as he looked down, gritting his teeth as tears streamed down his cheeks. One by one.

"Tears don't suit you, Tommy."

Feeling a cold metal hand cup his cheek, he allowed you to raise his head up so he could look at you. But he just couldn't understand why this had to happen. And to you, of all people.

Why leave only your memories of your love for him intact?

Why not just get rid of all aspects of you?

Did Tord mean to do this?

Did he want to torture him like this?

No matter. He was going to get those answers soon enough. For now he just wanted to pretend that you were still here with him.

Pretend that you meant those words you spoke with genuine softness and concern.

Pretend that..you were still alive.

His visor flickered back on, displaying a broken heart symbol as he put his hand atop yours. "You..c-came back here on your own, didn't you? I was expecting a trap."

"I only attacked because I wrongfully assumed it was an intruder." You explained. "Red Leader told to stay put here. He said I would be a "surprise" of sorts to you."

"H-Hah, what a fuckin' surprise this was...that son of a bitch." Tears started to fall faster as the ache in his heart grew. Your answer outright confirmed his previous suspicions. "So what now? You're on his side?"

"He created me, but I'm not in servitude to him. So rest assured..I will not betray you." The pad of your thumb brushed away some of his tears, and he couldn't help but smile a bit.

While your face didn't show it, your gestures did.

You still loved him.

And he still loved you.

[heytheredeann]

Imagine a tiny canon divergence where Napoleon can speak Russian, but has managed to hide it both from the CIA and the KGB. So, Illya has no idea that Napoleon undestands him when he speaks Russian and Napoleon of course nevers tells him. What do you think Illya would be saying when he believes Napoleon cannot understand him?

(Lol, hope I explained this well enough; I hate explaining things. Also, (man, this is so presumptuous) if you find this idea inspiring/interesting, feel free to use it in a fanfic.)

ASDGHJKL I LOVE, sorry for taking a couple of days to answer!

Also you explained perfectly, and don't worry, it's not presumptions, thank you for the go ahead! I'll keep it in mind, you never know when inspiration will strike <3 Meanwhile, I wrote you my thoughts on this looool

So

I love Napoleon having this little ace in his sleeve, and I imagine that in the movie he'd be like "YEAH I am being forced to work with Mr KGB here so NO WAY I'm spilling my secret", because if Illya tries to talk shit about him in his presence thinking he can't understand he's going to want to hear (and like technically he could also gain some intel for the CIA like this, but he probably wouldn't volunteer it as a favour anyway because they suck lol).

And then there's Istanbul, and he still doesn't say anything because it doesn't really come up? Like yeah, Illya mutters to himself in Russian all the time without thinking but most of the time it isn't really addressed to him, being like "Hey, fyi, I can understand that!" would be awkward, also he does kind of like the idea of holding onto this advantage and he's pretty sure Waverly's experiment isn't going to last long anyway. Right?

Cut to like six months later, the three of them are still working together and he's in too deep.

I think that especially at first the most common things for Illya to say in Russian when it comes to Napoleon would be rants and insults LOL. Like that сука in the movie during their little night mission. Napoleon is just waiting for the right insult that he can answer with a great comeback in Russian, for maximum dramatic effect.

Except going forward Illya's rants start going from stuff along in the lines of "what did I do to deserve this" to like. worried mutterings about how he's an idiot who should be more careful and follow the plan for once before he ends up getting himself killed and stuff like that.

And like it's fine, it's not that different from what he actually tells him in English---maybe to his face he leans more on the "We have plan for a reason, FOLLOW IT" (in Napoleon's defense, he is good at improvising and there's usually a plan b, c and d) than on the "I was worried" angle, but still.

He kind of likes hearing him go off like that, it becomes part of the mission-almost-blown-to-hell routine and he is going to hold onto it a little while longer, until he can find a suitable moment to confess his crimes. It's fine, it's not a big deal anyway.

Except he waits a little too long and one time when Napoleon is being a smartass about the fact that his (admittedly a little risky) improvisation went smoothly and saved the day because he's too charming for his own good, Illya just stares at him, shakes his head and goes "you're so lucky I love you"

To which Napoleon is like o___O

Now he has to take the secret to his grave.

[yoshkeii]

𝟼𝚝𝚑 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 | 𝟹𝟻𝟶+ 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝

࿐ character: Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo

࿐ prompt: 14) Injuries 15) Fistfights/Fights

࿐ type: headcanons (hcs)

࿐ requested by: anon for my 350+ event.

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ sfw, fluffy n caring parts (somewhere), crush hcs

⌦ tw: fights, injuries, mentions of blood

⌦ both prompts are applied to all characters.

⌦ ‘could I request (from the word prompts) 14 and 15 with Gojo and megumi? male reader hcs if its not too much’

A/N: more gojo content? from me? who knew? no one did. BUT- decided to put the reader as a v tough strong boi <3 we need strong y/n’s in this place pls

𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘:

→ as a special grade sorcerer similar to Gojo, he really admired you, obviously of course-

→ only ever hearing about a popular, trusted, and strong special grade. he was interested on meeting you, always asking questions about you to the staff who knew or seen you.

→ this man has no boundaries when it comes to the topic of you, and quickly developed a crush once he laid his eyes on you. finally coming back from abroad of an curse infestation, somewhere- which Gojo didn’t bother remembering, he just... stared at you. 

→ fucking looking handsome and tough, and- he can go on. he will.

→ wearing a similar look to the uniform but instead in a more formal, tight fit look. sleeves rolled up to your elbows showing your forearms and the black gloves with [Favorite Color] on the palms. And of course the signature jujutsu high button w/ its swirled crest as a button below your tie.

→ your built was much bigger compared to him, having more broader shoulders and a body composition that could pack a fucking punch.

→ feeling an odd stare, you catch Gojo staring at you. mouth slightly ajar. 

→ raising an eyebrow you spoked, “should probably close your mouth Satoru.” your husky voice made his heart stop a beat, face flushing slightly.

→ he often called you for ‘help’ when he was in ‘trouble’ with some curses, only just to see you beat the fuck out of the curses in the end. easily exorcising them.

→ your e/c eyes met Gojo’s gaze as you blew off the dust from your gloved knuckles.

→ he really really REALLY, loved seeing your technique at work. surprised that your technique mainly involved blunt force and sometimes manipulation of most objects you touch, it had advantages.

→ but in reality, he just watched your punch your opponents and secretly wishing it was him sometimes.

→ Gojo questioned where or why your technique was like that at one point though. and you simply explained that your family taught boxing or some sort of fighting sport.

→ you even claimed you did underground fighting to gain some money as a teenager.

→ he practically swooned for you more after that. having some... imaginations in his mind of his.

→ this man tries to hide the obvious facts of his crush with snarky teases and retorts at you whenever someone brought it up. like sir... its.. its very obvious.

→ everytime you get badly hurt or injured, you still fight even if the pain is overwhelming. enduring the striking pain to win the battle.

→ Gojo once stumbled upon you at the infirmary while being treated by Shoko, the wounds you had were rather bad. but you sat there like nothing happened with just slight winces and ows.

→ ever since learning that fact, he always make sure to keep an eye on you when you both are out on a mission together. or... together in general.

𝙵𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘:

→ Fushiguro knew you as the more reckless and clumsy type, and often compared you to Itadori.

→ being both carefree people who just uses hand-to-hand combat as their weapon. he didn’t think much of you. till...

→ you were one of the ones who came to save him from Todou. sending a punch that made gusts of winds, able to knock off a normal person’s balance. but... but that expression on your face he faintly saw, really stuck with him.

→ it was very tensed, serious, and out-right feral. he has never seen you like this. you looked like a beast that could and would kill on command, holding back for a mysterious reason he wish he knew.

→ as you turned to him, crouching infront of his view, the fierce expression your face had earlier quickly softened into the normal y/n he knew. he only just stared at you as you talked to him, which he didn’t pay attention to. only just staring at your face in admiration.

→ Fushiguro realized why your nickname among the 1st years would be ‘Mad-Dog’ or as literally anything fearful. Monster, a beast, a wolf... it goes on.

→ seeing that side of you, awoken what he didn’t think... he had. a fuzzy feeling in his stomach that made his mind wonder about you 24/7, him spacing out fairly often once you were in view, and the slight stutter in his voice gave little clues of his crush on you.

→ denying it a few times as Itadori and Nobara relentlessly teased him about it. he shortly accepted it as he slowly pieced up the clues and signs he gave.

→ flustering up in his room most of the time now.

→ Fushiguro has caught you working out in your own dorm on accident once. hearing slamming noises somewhere, following it, till it lead to your room. knocking on your door, you opened it to stare back him. 

→ “Oh! Hey, Fushiguro.. uh... what brings you here?” you say panting softly.

→ “I heard some noises coming from your room. So I came to check it out..” “What are you doing?”

→ “I’m just working out with my punching bag,” you opened the door a little wider to point at the punching bag in the corner of your room. “it’s a new one since I busted my old one just yesterday.”

→ “..b-busted??”

→ ever since then, he has helped you exercise. holding up gloves as you sent quick jabs. honestly the most intimidating shit he’s done with you. seeing the focused glare made a shiver run up his spine.

→ but often he can’t handle your punches, sometimes tripping onto the floor. which usually ends up with him watching you or lounge in your room.

→ Fushiguro tried not to watch so intently, but he was so mesmerized to see you in action. but the unwelcoming thoughts and details as he watched sweat drip down your face and muscles.

→ you caught him a few times staring while you exercised, resulting in a very flustered Fushiguro as he gazed away quickly with a deepened flush across his cheeks. a chuckle coming from you.

→ at one point you had hit the punching bag so hard it busted (again), you managed to gain few scratches on your knuckles. nonchalantly muttering, “..oh shit, i think i punched to hard-”

→ “what? what happened??” Fushiguro sat up from your bed, before spotting the dripping blood from your hand. “Y/n?! a-are you-?”

→ “Yeah I’m bleedin’ but its not that bad,” you laughed lightly. “mind gettin’ me the first aid on my desk?”

→ and so he did. he was genuinely worried that this wasn’t the first time this happened, but luckily the first time he saw it he convinced you to stop for the day.

→ he’s just worried for ya. if you can be so blunt about a deep wound on your knuckle, he knows for well you are the same for much worse injuries...

[missjanjie]

Prompts + AUs/Tropes

its been a minute but i miss doing these. send me a number and letter, or feel free to reblog for yourself!

“I can’t live without you.”

“Please stop talking, my head hurts enough already.”

“I never wanted it to go this way.”

“Do I mean anything at all to you?”

“I was kinda hoping you’d stay.”

“It’s nice waking up to your face.”

“You should really stop sticking your nose in other people’s business.”

“I knew I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“You heard all of that?”

“I’m not stupid, I’m just horny.”

“You’re in denial.”

“I can’t believe this is goodbye.”

“Don’t give me that face.”

“How could you let them go?”

“I can’t live without you.”

“You’re not a burden.”

“No, no, I can’t let you go out looking like that.”

“I’m just waiting for disaster to strike.”

“So this was all some fucking game to you?”

“Maybe I don’t give you enough credit.”

“I feel like I’m falling behind.”

“Yeah, this is definitely not my problem.”

“Did I fuck up?”

“I can’t tell if you’re flirting or being mean.”

“I’m just saying we could get a lot of free shit if we pretend we’re getting married.”

“Because I’m in love with you!”

“Make no mistake, they’re mine.”

“I just want someone to care if I come home at night.”

“It’s good to see your face.”

“We thought you died.”

“I don’t have the time to waste on you anymore.”

“I wasn’t staring at your boobs! I mean, I was, but I was trying to be subtle.”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“It isn’t as bad as it sounds, I swear.”

“You have no idea what I’m going through right now.”

“I can still taste you on my tongue.”

“Just hold me tight.”

“You are a beautiful disaster.”

“I hate the phrase ‘love conquers all’… and I hate that it’s true.”

“Pack your bags, we’re leaving.”

“I don’t know what they’re after.”

“Don’t do this while my parents are here.”

“I’m waiting for some kind of miracle, I guess.”

“Meet me on the roof.”

“I honestly love you.”

“This is too dangerous.”

“Show me that you’re mine.”

“I wish we could go back to the way things were.”

“We should be lovers.”

“I haven’t felt this way for the longest time.”

“They have a crush on someone else, why should I waste my time?”

“You weren’t there when I needed you.”

“I’m so inspired by you.”

“What? It’s National Send Nudes Day, you knew I had to participate.”

“I can’t live like this anymore.”

“This isn’t how I wanted to win.”

“I know it’s three and but I couldn’t let you be sad by yourself.”

“What’re you gonna do, spank me?”

“It didn’t kill me, but I kind of wish it did.”

“We can’t keep it.”

“I thought you loved me.”

“Bite me.”

“I didn’t think I would ever believe in love again.”

“You could’ve gotten yourself killed!”

“We’re not leaving you behind.”

A. High School AU B. Song Fic C. Enemies to Lovers D. Royal AU E. Canon Compliant F. College AU G. Fake Dating H. Stripper/Porn Star AU I. Trapped Together J. Vampire AU K. PWP L. Time Period AU M. Bed Sharing N. Flower Shop AU O. Green-Eyed Epiphany P. Tattoo Parlor AU Q. Secret Admirer R. Soulmate AU S. Meet Cute T. Meet Ugly U. Celebrity AU V. Mafia AU W. Hurt/Comfort X. Bakery AU Y. Hospital AU Z. Other (specify)