#there’s time to sneak someone else in!

[tenitchyfingers]

Literally almost cried watching Astarion break the cycle of abuse and be free

[otaku553]

Ok so I have been stewing this crossover au in my brain nonstop for the past few days and. I am nothing if not committed to the bit, so. Volume cover redraws :)

Here are the originals:

If you want to read more about my one piece spy x family crossover, keep reading!

So the idea is simple! Crossover reincarnation au where ASL is reborn in Spy x Family. They’re each born separately and none of them are born with the same names as their previous lives, and with no way of finding each other, they each find their own thing to do in the world.

Sabo, too used to the dangers of being a spy, eventually finds a cause to devote himself to again, in preventing war from engulfing the country he was reborn in. Ace, drawn to fire as he was in his previous life, used arson as a means to rob rich people for sustenance and survival, and is eventually scouted and hired by Garden as a fire specialist and assassin. And Luffy, though born in perhaps the poorest condition, grows up happily and takes whatever part time jobs he wants to do.

The thing about Sabo is that, as much as he seems like a young man of good repute and high standing within society, everyone in WISE knows that he is a massive nuisance. Nobody knew in the beginning how a child less than half the age of most of their veteran agents could have the same skills and knowledge in their profession. Sabo was— and still is— hyper competent, and by the time WISE figured out just how much of a menace to society he was, it was too late.

Ace forgot for the first few years of his new life that he wasn’t made of fire, and consequently, received multiple accidental burns. This did not deter him, however, from growing up to be a very skilled arsonist, well-practiced in every which way to start a dumpster fire or house fire. As a teenage he would use this often to draw attention as he robbed rich people blind. When he was caught, he was given an ultimatum by Garden: join them and receive payment for starting fires and causing problems under contract, or face the government and authorities for his crimes. Begrudgingly, he joined Garden, but eventually comes to appreciate that he can make substantial money in his element.

Luffy is Luffy. No telepathy or experimentation, no fancy schools, no gimmicks or secret identities. But he has still lived an extremely colorful life in this world, full of fascinating and kind individuals who have helped him grow up healthy and relatively happy. He goes where he is free, and he takes whatever part time jobs he wants in order to make the minimum he needs to survive.

Ace and Sabo find each other first, in their late teens, and neither of them realize that the other remembers their previous life, but both refuse to separate. (Sabo thinks Ace doesn’t remember, because Ace didn’t recognize him. Ace never saw Sabo grow up past 10, however, so he doesn’t recognize older Sabo immediately. By the time he does realize who exactly Sabo is, Sabo has backtracked and pretends to know Ace from a dream, or from somewhere else.)

Sabo’s attachment to Ace, predictably, causes problems between Sabo and WISE, but by then, Sabo is indispensable to the organization, and they make an exception for Sabo to be able to remain with Ace, so long as Ace never finds out what Sabo’s actual job is. Ace, on the other hand, hides his job because he doesn’t want his brother, who he has just found and who does not know Ace well enough yet, to know that he makes a living from killing people.

And they find Luffy sometime afterwards, prior to the beginning of the Spy x Family canon. Luffy figures out, not long after moving in with his brothers, both of his brothers’ secret occupations and the fact that both of them remember their past memories. He thinks it is common knowledge, however, and so he never brings it up.

[ca-3]

Naturally, he got one for RenRen too 👕✨️ (dumb doodles again...)

[clotpolesonly]

The Raven Boys ch 2 // Call Down The Hawk ch 6

[givemeanaccountalready]

I saw Deep Cover, and once again, I have more questions than answers. But now… so, uhhhh, I’ll just rip off the bandage now. Did we all see Kotoko kill the girl or just me?

She really had me there. I thought the kidnapper was her victim. It thought it would make sense. He is the one we saw lying on the ground in Harrow, and the line about “Useless weaklings…” made sense if the girl witnessing the attack protested the amount of force she used (since Undercover implies Kotoko stomped her victim to death). It would have been brutal to watch at any age. Deep Cover shows the girl’s fear and subsequent tears when Kotoko first approaches her. We also see a clip of her, battered and crying, and clinging to Kotoko. At first, I thought maybe this was Kotoko’s POV of when she rescued the girl. She was hurt by the kidnapper and terrified of Kotoko, so she grabbed her to plead to be spared. But the first clip where we are seeing from the girl’s POV, Kotoko seemed to reach out to her. In the second clip, we see the bruised child hug her and seemingly plead for mercy. The lighting in both scenes is different. I first attributed it to maybe Kotoko’s shadow or the girl hid behind a box during her attack.

But the article shows that her meeting the girl in the park happened after she killed the kidnapper. The girl has no marks on her. Granted, we don’t know how much time has passed, so any bruises on her could have healed. The girl shows off her brand new hat to Kotoko. I’ve seen two translations of the article that Kotoko was paying more attention to than the girl and both said that the girl retracted her statement. Then we see the girl, post kidnapping because of her Lucky hat, how unfortunate, imitate Kotoko. If it wasn’t for the article establishing that this was after Kotoko killed the kidnapper, I would have thought that maybe this was before the girl was kidnapped and around the time Kotoko stomped the crap out of the scam artist. The girl first approaches her and then pulls back when her hero gives her the stink eye and ignores her.

Maybe she went and followed Kotoko. She looks unsure as she watches Kotoko storm off. Her personal hero is mad at her. Is it because she retracted her statement? Maybe she went to follow her to explain herself. The girl looks heartbroken when she’s bruised and battered and clinging to Kotoko. I had thought Kotoko gripping the back of the girl’s jumper like that was her maybe freaking out post murder and not wanting to be touched. But now, was it disgust that made her wrench the girl off her like that? That useless weakling kneeling before her asked for an explanation that she then refused to understand. Maybe Kotoko’s frustrations boiled to a head. She could be facing serious jail time if her killing of the kidnapper was not found to be reasonable within the self-defense argument. Her partner is too kind, too weak to understand that she needed to do what she did or else the kidnapper would have hurt more people? Why is she refusing to understand?

It doesn’t quite match the “Fufu… feels so good,” line unless Kotoko’s anguished face during her wolfsona transformation is her completely losing her rationale and acting out on pure instinct. But then again, maybe it does. She could be operating out of a sunk-cost fallacy and trying to punish the other prisoners to escape her own feelings of guilt, if she did kill the girl for turning on her.

[luckquartzed]

Which Symbolic Fruit Are You?

Kakavasha~

Clementine

In Chinese culture , clementines , known for their bright orange , waxy exterior , were symbolic of gold , & by extension , wealth , good fortune & abundance . Trees that bear clementines ( or mandarins , as they're also known as ) are often used to decorate the thresholds of Chinese households as a sign of good luck & prosperity .

As lucky as Clementines may be , so are you & those around you . With a sunny disposition , & a knack for seeing the best in everyone , & the good in the world around you , you’re someone who believes that the glass is always half full . Things can always be worse , & they will always get better , one way or another ! Like the vibrant clementines , you're known for bringing light to those who need it , & always bringing laughter to your friend group . However , such a bright exterior can sometimes hide a deep & lingering sadness . Remember : even the light sometimes has to dim , & even the sun has to set . Don't worry ; it'll always come back .

Aventurine~

Pomegranate

The pomegranate is most famously attributed to the Greek goddess , Persephone . Though versions of the story differ : with some of them saying that Persephone was tricked into eating the pomegranate seeds , in order for her to become trapped in the underworld , & some saying she willingly chose to eat the seeds .

Pomegranate's have a hard exterior that is tough to crack . Your hard shell is a natural protectant & keeps you safe from those that only wish to use you . Internally you are rich with bounties . You believe in living your life passionately & vibrantly . The idea of surrendering to a fate of being confined to anything , whether it be a relationship , a job , or family dynamic where you are not happy & lack agency is a terrifying prospect . It is fears like this which also prevent you from opening up & showing vulnerability to those around you . However , like the pomegranate whose seeds sparkle like gemstones , you hide inside you incredible beauty that only the most worthy deserve to see .

Tagged by: @gemkun ( TY! ♥️ )

Tagging: Anyone who hasn’t done this yet since I rolled up late to the party lol.

[terroristiraqi]

oh i wish feelings would go away

[moteldogs]

had a weird bad dream last night that’s still sticking to me

[mishy-mashy]

Teddy: Don't worry, I've got a knife up my sleeve.

Midford: You mean cards?

Cheslock: Probably not.

Teddy, now holding a knife: Nope.

Bluewer: ....

[And that is how Teddy got 3 ys and house arrest in a single heart attack]

[kadecre]

Eri giving Hitoshi a pep talk: am I related to a quitter?! No! Now get out there and confess your love to Izumi-nee so I can have a sister!

He tries, but someone else steals his thunder.

A sidekick from another agency starts flirting with Izumi (in front of Hitoshi and Keigo, how rude) and the one time she’s receptive, Hitoshi just snaps.

Before he snaps, he and Keigo are watching Izumi and the sidekick, well more like Hitoshi is glaring and Keigo is making sure the kid isn’t gonna go all Eraserhead on the poor fool.

“Ya good buddy?” Hawks asked smugly, watching as the underground apprentice slowly lost his cool at the sight of some scrub flirting with his best friend.

“Just peachy,” Hitoshi growls out, gloved hands fisted in the capture scarf around his neck.

“If it bothers you so much, go over there and do something about it.”

Hitoshi casts his capture scarf, wrangles Izumi and books it to a roof, Izumi is fighting him the whole way, trying to free herself but Hitoshi just tightens his hold and doesn’t stop.

Hawks and EraserMic look unfazed while everyone, the sidekick included, are freaking out.

Eventually (after numerous pros are running around like chickens with no heads (hah!)) Keigo admits that he planted feathers on them and that they’re fine. They just need to have a long overdue discussion.

“And they choose now?” A sidekick from some hero’s agency asked incredulously.

“Best time to do it,” Aizawa chimes in. Mic nodded in agreement, wrapping an arm around their husband.

While this is going on, Izumi is fuming and struggling to free herself. “If you don’t untie me this instant Aiyama, I will impale you with a thousand knives.”

Hitoshi scrambles to untie her, cursing himself for not thinking. Fuck, I had a fifty step plan, this was not it.

Once she’s free, Izumi yells “What is going on with you! Why did you kidnap me in front of dozens of heroes, not including my brother and your dads!”

And Toshi who isn’t thinking just blurts out “I’m in love with you!”

Keigo, Zashi and Shō who are all listening in via feathers or com, all breathe a sigh of relief. The truth is out, but now they have to wait for the aftershocks.

Izumi is stunned, “Wait…what?”

Hitoshi is thinking fuckfuckfuckfuck and Izumi is just watching him panic. It gets to the point that she's over the initial shock and grabs him by his collar to look him dead in the eyes. “Aiyama Hitoshi, are you in love with me?” She can see her friend begin to shrink in on himself, but he nods slowly.

She’s red too, but she’s more worried about him than the confession. Once Hitoshi calms down, Izumi lets him go. He’s still wired as fuck, because goddamnit that wasn’t supposed to happen, but at least he can now look at Izumi without getting dizzy.

They sit on the roof talking, even though they are technically still on an active mission.

Hawks sends them a little basket of prepackaged sandwiches and some snacks, as well as energy drinks for the two of them.

The other pros look at him and Keigo is just like “They just confessed their feelings…kinda. Let ‘em have this.”

Izumi sends back a selfie with both of them staring deadpanned into the camera and flipping him off. Keigo sends one back with him winking and throwing up a peace sign.

[tvrningout-archived]

listen!! what if hyouka found her flame breathing teacher bc his daughter is a slayer who steered hyouka his way 👀 and what if this slayer has a clumsy but well-meaning student herself bc she’s inherited her dad’s teaching skills and also couldn’t turn down this cute kid 👀 what if 👀👀👀

[spitblaze]

Me, trying to sleep:

Brain: hey what about an xbc modern tech au where the gang are all street racers on the same team a la initial d

[pathsofoak]

I have discovered the reason I am the epitome of "I will not eat new foods ever" is because my parents make sure whenever they make a dish I've never had before, that there is something in there I can't stomach to "teach me to eat it"

I'm autistic lmao. It's been almost 19 years now, you're not gonna magically cure me from picky eater-ness by still forcing me stay at the table until I finish my plate of something that contains taugé, or whatever that's called in English.

Seriously I get it's annoying when you cook and someone doesn't like it but like. It's a) not your fault, and if you're the parent/caretaker of this person it's b) your responsibility to not make your kid dread eating anything other than bread and rice cakes because you keep pressuring them to eat "normal food"

[risingsunyoul]

b

[awkward-teabag]

I hate the idea that a company should always be in growth mode and that mass layoffs, sorry, restructuring is something that should happen at set intervals. Steady profits are still profits and people will be less inclined to work or get invested in their work if they have to keep an emergency backup job in the back pocket no matter how good their work is.

To say nothing about how it limits social bonding 'cause there's only so many times you can go through seeing friends lose their job and have survivor's guilt or vice versa, or how since it's a known occurrence it means you know you're competing directly with friends.

Of course that's the point, along with the business idea that employment should follow the Pareto Principle even though it's pop science, demonstrably false, and an intentional misunderstanding of what was really an observation of coincidences.

And of course that means you're constantly shedding people who have knowledge, skills, and training to "streamline" things or to "increase production speed" when overworking already overworked employees and throwing greenhorns into it does the exact opposite.

It's not about making the company better, it's about making unionizing harder, paying people less, making it seem like the company is doing something, and giving the execs and shareholders more money.

While overworking those who kept their jobs.

[hoshigray]

This is my first time requesting something but HEAR ME OUT, "Slow Cuddle-fucking with og Sukuna while he is holding (and caressing) Reader (His wife) tightly and praising her (with him having size(difference) and breeding kink) oneshot please please please PLEASESSS😭

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: NAH CUZ I SEE THE VISION, HOLD ON–

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size difference - monster-fucking (he got 2 dicks, y'all) - double penetration; anal and vaginal - spooning dp position - breast fondling + nipple play - breeding kink - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - dacryphilia - pet names ([little]dove, good girl, my wife, woman) - soft! kuna, but not too OOC - mention of drool/spit and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k

“Stay still, woman…Mmnnn, good girl, nice and easy…”

It’s not a rarity for Sukuna to have his hands on you as you two slept through the night. After all, he is the King of Curses; asking permission to touch his is beneath him. You were made for him to hold – sculpted for his cursed hands to touch – everyone else was far behind or had no standing compared to your demonic husband. And with you both sharing a futon every night, who’s supposed to tell him to keep his hands to himself?

You, his little spouse, knew of this. Marrying the King of Curses was something you never imagined would happen — let alone falling in love with the giant man! You’ve always had dreams of becoming a sweet little partner to someone; for that to be fulfilled by the cursed man who could kill thousands in the blink of an eye is astounding. 

And, of course, being a wife entails all the duties accompanying the package. Especially now, as you two lie together on the floor, nude bodies nestled close on the futon above the tatami floor, and your naked figure trembling from the insertion of one of Sukuna’s paired cock. And your heart drops at the second one brushing up against the crevice of your ass when he pushes the one inside your throbbing, velvety channel. 

“Mmmph…! Sukuna, no,” you whined, your butt inching away from the second member. “I can’t handle both—“

“Don’t lie; you’ve done it before and did it well,” a hand brings your waist to him. “Or maybe I should just have one of the concubines take care of me, seeing as though my own wife is neglecting their duties.” 

He wouldn’t do that; Sukuna’s interest in his insignificant mistresses had long been diminished once he took you up as his bride, practically collecting dust as he hadn’t visited them since you shared a bed with him. Now, he uses them as tools to probe you. And he has to hold back the mischievous snicker when your eyes widen with anxiousness, wrapping your arms around his neck in desperation.

“N–No, please!” You pleaded; it was the only sufficient approach. “I’ll be good to you, I promise!”

The four-eyed curse scoffs. “Then do what you’re supposed to,” Each crimson orb takes in information about your bashful expression, “And attend to your husband like a wife should.”

Further complaints cease at his command, so you quiet down and arch your behind to him submissively. Sukuna takes your initiation with his hungry bottom hand on your ass, squeezing the flesh as you guide his other dick to your lubed asshole. With a hum, he pushes himself and forces you to take his cocks with your bottom, needing a few seconds to breathe when your holes reach the base of his members.

“Good girl,” he says to your ear to make you shudder, and he lifts your leg with the hand that finished groping your asscheek. “Obeying me so well like always…”

He begins to move without a signal, slowly pulling himself in and out of your warm wetness that coats his length with your slick. You can’t help but grip the girth limbs that massage your insides, involuntarily throbbing on them with shaky breaths.  

“Mmmaah, ohhhmyG—Mmm!” Speech isn’t easy, even with his upper left hand cupping your cheeks. And your brows furrow as the upper right sneaks to grope a breast. “Faaahh, Suk..una, I’m too full already…”

“Mmm? Is that so?” Sukuna asks with a patronizing tone, licking the helix of your ear to hear you gasp. “But we’ve barely started yet, my wife. Don’t bore me before I can enjoy you yet.” 

His hips go at a gradual cadence that has you keening a mess, the sensation of the veins of his cocks felt by the walls of your holes. You howl silently, not wanting to make too much noise.

But that doesn’t fly with your husband, speaking to your ear with that hoarse voice. Almost has you melting as he squishes with your cheeks, “Let it out, princess,” he commands. “I want to hear that voice; don’t you dare hide that from me.”

Fuck, the way you felt on his dicks was so fucking good, having the cursed behemoth burrow his face into the cubby of your neck. Slow kisses on your skin segway to sucks that should mark for later. He could never get enough of how small you were up against him. His giant palm swallowed your tit, your ass bouncing with every thrust, and how damn tight you were as you accommodated the two members making your entrances busy. 

Goddamn it, he bites his lip, dialing up the speed of his ruts a bit. Scratching your inner walls has you squeaking louder, unable to stop yourself when he grinds his hips after a sudden grim pound. So warm and snug for him as if you were meant for him. He knew you were meant for him — taking his huge, fat shafts with no objections, just arching your back further so the sensation could be more pleasurable like the loyal, little pet you are. “Hmngh…! Yeah, just like that, little dove; keep clenching around me like that…”

Restraint was gone long ago, letting your voice and shrieks fly out and fill the quiet bedroom. The sound of his skin shaking against your ass, the heat of your cheeks making it hard to think, and the shivers crawling your spine with every graze to your sweet spots. Everything feels like a haze, your brain too clouded to think outside this moment. 

And then you sense the hand on your breast let go, slithering down to your unattended clitoris, which has your eyes shoot wide as your demon husband presses down. “—Khhff! Nooo, ‘Kunaa, you mustn’t…!”  

He lifts a brow with a grin; you dare question him? “And why shouldn’t I?” He pinches the delicate bud, resulting in a scream sneaking past your lips. “Hmm? Plead for yourself.”

“Becau—Ahhh! Mmmm, I’ll cum. I’m gonna cumm…”

“Then don’t,” Sukuna doesn’t remove his digits playing with your clit, and the hand on your chin pulls your face to look at him. “Cum without my permission, and I’ll make sure to not be so kind next time...” His words carry a warning filling your bones with apprehension, yet his soft lips greet yours and he hums into your mouth. The kiss serves as a distraction from his thick digits gently swiping on the pearl.

The rhythm of his hips, however, increases in speed and prompts more moans to be taken by Sukuna. Drool trickles down your lips, same with tears that welled up earlier from the insertion of his girth inside your ass. Your eyes roll at the jab to your silky walls, breaking the sweet yet passionate kiss to cry out as your husband’s fat balls smack your ass. 

“—Ooooo, fuuuck, I can’t,” your eyelids shield your vision, using the rest of your senses to indulge in this euphoric pleasure. “‘Kuna, I’m so close, so—Ooohh!”

“Me too…Ghhh! Shit, me too…” Sukuna presses his hot face to yours when you throw it back, licking the tears off your sweaty skin. You looked so stunning like this, all disheveled and immodest because of him. “Gonna take my load, huh?” He licks the sweat off your shoulder and bites when you don’t respond. “Answer me, Y/n.”

“—Ahhh, yes!”

That’s not enough. “I said,” he pinches your clit again as he gives slow yet rough ruts to your holes. And he can tell by your twitching that you’re doing everything in our power not to come. “Answer me.”

Holy shit, this was borderline torture. “Mmmph! OhhhLord, ‘Kunaaa, I want you to fill me up. Pleasee, pleasepleaseee, I wanna be full; wanna be all ‘round and fat with your child…!”

“Keh, dumb pet; who said I wanted a brat, huh?” He scoffs, yet you can hear the groan as he licks and sucks on your neck while squishing your hot, tear-stricken cheeks. “Fine then; go on and cum with me. So damn needy for my seed…”

Sukuna brings your chin for another steamy kiss, his lower left hand holding yours as his pelvis goes at an irregular pace. Your muffled shrills are taken by feisty lips, teeth clashing with his fangs before sucking on his tongue, and the upper left hand releases your chin to caress your chest once more, tweezing the nipple along with swipes to your clit.

Release gradually creeps up your shaky frame, crying to his mouth when your chasm and anus pucker around the lengths that graze your walls with the tips. Sukuna is not too far behind you, pumping his load into you with a few harsh plunges, making your contracting cunt and rear full of his hot and thick semen. The lower right hand propping your leg up leaves soft kneads on your inner thigh, hoisting it up further so his shafts are deep enough until his pulsing balls meet your ass.

You withdrew from his lips to breathe, your figure quivering through the aftershocks, and your slit and asshole still flutter around his girths. And you mewl when he kisses your cheek and temple.

“Mmm, that’s my princess,” he purrs while placing your leg down to massage your waist. “Such a good dove…”

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