#like yea he switched their bodies around to fuck w them BUT NOT YET HERE??

[deimosatellite]

thispart was literally so funny bc law had just spent 20 minutes terrorizing smoker tashigi and the g5 until the strawhats and the kids ran past and started arguing w them for a few minutes while law just 🧍‍♂️before nami turned around and noticed law standing there and was like "oh my god its that freak from sabaody"

#HE WAS LIKE. THEY WONT NOTICE ME IF I STAND VERY STILL #annie rambles #one piece #punk hazard i miss u #trafalgar law #nami one piece #NAMIS BEEF W LAW IS ALSO SO FUNNY??? LIKE WHY DOES SHE HATE HIM SO MUCH #like yea he switched their bodies around to fuck w them BUT NOT YET HERE?? #its so funny i love their beef

[notmazikeen]

The Villain | Choso Kamo

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‧₊˚✧[chapter 2]✧˚₊‧     

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As the girls walked arm in arm towards the door, Mazikeen was spaced out, not realizing Taiga was speaking to her. "MAZZIE!" Her brunette haired friend yelled as she waved her hand over Mazikeen's face. She came back to reality and stared blankly at the girl. "W-What?" She mumbled sounding like an idiot. Taiga furrowed her brow in worry, "You spaced out. I asked if you were going to drink tonight or smoke?"

Mazikeen looked around as she thought. "Oh sorry I'm kinda on edge I don't know why... Yea I'll drink. I don't want my dress to smell like skunk tonight though."

Taiga nodded and grabbed her friend's shoulders. "Mazzie. Calm down. We're going to be fine nobody is out to get you. Let's go fuck shit up shorty!" Maze let out a smile, she could not resist her friend's enthusiasm.

They opened the front door to a beautiful house. A two story building, with black trim accents, a black door, and black wood railing. A minimalist design, but gorgeous to say the least. Mazikeen was greeted by a swarm of people. Immediately switching to her "man eater" persona. She looked hot and she knew it, but she had to portray herself as confident too.

Mazikeen softened her eyes, giving off the impression of a resting bitch face, untouchable you could say. It was difficult to party and go out given her parents careers, so this little party filled her body with excitement.

"I'm gonna grab a drink T, go mingle I'll catch up!" Mazikeen said with a wink, as Taiga was already eyeing a boy. Taiga winked back to Maze and walked up to said boy.

Looking for a drink, she bumped into a boy. Her eyes widened and she was met with a muscular abdomen. As her eyes trailed up the man stayed in place, not saying a word. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" She finally made eye contact with the boy, or somewhat did. His hair covered his eyes and the way the room was lit, it was almost ominous how his face was shadowed.

"Don't worry princess. Looking for something to drink?" His voice was deep and sweet. Mazikeen got goosebumps and shivered hearing him. Her face growing red, she was thankful the lights were dim.

"Princess? And yeah I am." She snapped back.

She was flustered. He was a very tall, muscular, hot man. Mazikeen knew she had a persona to put on though, and she could not let her guard down.

The man rolled his eyes and led her to the kitchen. When she bumped into him his scent burned her nostrils. Yet, she couldn't ignore how feral it made her. He smelt like cigarette smoke and cologne. Wait, no. There was something else, but she couldn't pinpoint a specific scent.

His tall stature made him tower over her. It made her quiver...He could easily pick her up and throw her on the bed. Mazikeen bit her lip and looked him up and down.

"Sweetheart, my eyes are up here." He chuckled and grinned. He reached for a wine cooler to hand to her, but Mazikeen quickly grabbed the drink from the counter.

"Don't call me that. I was just wondering what the hell you're wearing." She scoffs. 'Nice way to play it off. He's not gonna know what a slut you are.' He raises an eyebrow and runs his hand through his black locks.

"What you don't like a man that can dress?" He growled. He was wearing a black compression shirt, it was showing off every inch of his defined abdomen. He had on black cargo pants, and even though cargo pants are supposed to be baggy, his thighs almost filled them in.

Mazikeen opens her mouth and stares at him. She couldn't help but giggle at his comment. "You call that an outfit? Where did you come from? The gym?" Her voice was snarky, she hoped he would get a rise out of her attitude.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and laughed. "Excuse me, look at you. You're wearing a skin tight dress. Your tits and ass are barely being covered." He took a step closer to her, making her skin crawl with anticipation. He was now standing directly under the kitchen light.

Mazikeen's eyes widened and her brows furrowed. 'What the fuck? Is that a tattoo?' Her brain was utterly confused on why this man has a black line across the bridge of his nose. The man smirked at her. "Cat got your tongue?" His tone was cocky. She rolled her eyes at him and growled, "It's not my fault I have a big ass. Also what the fuck is on your nose?!" The man smiled and chuckled. "What's your name by the way?" His eyes were filled with hunger, it looked like he was going to pounce on Mazikeen.

She palmed her face gently, "Mazikeen. Answer my question dumbass." She finally decided to twist the cap off her bottle, chugging half of her drink. This man made her uneasy, but she couldn't tell if it was because he was hot as fuck, or his aura. Something was off.

"I'm Choso. I gotta go. Take care princess." He smirked and gave her one last look before walking away.

Mazikeen gasped and snarled. "You bitch! How fucking rude..." She mumbled. She slammed the last half of her drink and grabbed a shot glass. She needed to get drunk, men aren't usually that cold towards her and she was embarrassed. She poured a shot of what looks like some sort of vodka. Taking the shot she rolled her eyes and left the kitchen.

A hand grabs her arm from behind. The feeling made Maze jump. "Mazzie, they're doing shots by the pool! Let's go!" Taiga's soothing voice exclaimed. Mazikeen felt relieved, something about that man was weird. Why did he just leave her?

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It was almost midnight and Mazikeen was drunk off her ass. She had completely forgotten about her strange encounter with Choso.

Mazikeen stumbled to the front porch railing. It was somewhat peaceful, nobody was in the front yard. Just Mazikeen and her drunk ass self.

She reached into her purse and pulled out a cigarette. "Where the fuckkk~ is my lighter..." She groaned. Taking a look around she whined in distraught.

"Need a light princess?" Choso smirked. Mazikeen jumped at his words. "What the fuck! Why are you following meeee." She didn't even notice he was leaning against the house. She really shouldn't have gotten this drunk, it was dangerous.

"Pft. I was out here first. Here." He handed her a lighter and turned away. "Bye princess." As he walked away, Mazikeen whined. "Chosooo! Come here." She slurred. Choso shivered at her speech.

It made him widen his eyes and blush. Her voice sounded seductive, making him flustered and angry. "I'll see you soon. Mazikeen Tate." His voice going quieter as he mumbled her name.

Mazikeen rolled her eyes and lit her cigarette. Completely unaware of what he said. Even if she did hear, she was too intoxicated to understand.

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Mazikeen woke up with a pounding headache. "What the fuck did I drink last night." She groaned. As she sat up in bed she noticed some Tylenol and a glass of water next to her bed. Beside it was a note, 'Damn girl you got fucked up. Love you! Had so much fun<3' Taiga was an absolute angel.

Maze smiled and quickly took the medication and drank the glass of water. She set her glass down on her nightstand and picked up her phone. '1 NEW MESSAGE' Her phone read. She palmed her face and opened the text. 'Hey honey we should be back tomorrow. Hugs and kisses! Be safe baby.' It was from her mom. "Of course they won't be home." She fell back onto her pillows.

Covering her eyes with a pillow she rolled around in her bed and whined. "Why does The Red Death exist!!" Her voice a scream, but muffled from her pillow.

She quickly sat up in bed. 'Oh my gosh. I met a total hottie last night. I totally forgot.' Her eyes widened.

She blushed thinking of what happened last night. Replaying their conversations in her head. This man had no right to be that hot, and to walk away from her?! Twice!

"Choso... I need to find you again." Mazikeen sighed.

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[sassooda]

Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 19 - Kill Two Birds with One Stone

w/c - 6,456

               “Itadori would you please go get Gojo from his room? This mission is urgent and he’s still not picking up.” Nanami is sitting at his new desk attempting to organize the copious amounts of assignments for the day. ‘There’s a surge of curses, I wonder why?’ He lays all the cases out in front of him, “It looks like you’re with Elska today…you can kill two birds with one stone when you get there then.”

               “Yea not a problem! They’ll probably want some of this too!” Itadori holds up a family sized bag of miniature chocolates with a smile of his face. He waits for Nanami to look up from his desk but he doesn’t, he just scowls into the workload in front of him before running his fingers through his combed blonde hair. “Ok, well…I’ll be back.” He leaves Nanami to turn into the hall in the direction of Gojo and Elska’s room.

               “Itadori where are you going?” He hears Megumi call out to him so he turns around to continue walking backwards. He trips at first but laughs to himself as he sees a smirk form on Megumi’s face.

               “I have to go wake up Gojo sensei! Wanna come?” He holds up the chocolate to try to entice Megumi but he’s not as big of a fan of sweets.

               “Keep your cavities but sure, I need to talk to him about something anyways.” Megumi jogs now slightly to reach Itadori who turns back around to walk forwards as he approaches. They walk in a comfortable silence until meeting the door.

               “Wait won’t Elska be here too? What if they’re not decent?” Megumi finds himself blushing at the thought and is clearly shy about the likelihood. “I’m going to wait here…”

               “I doubt they just walk around naked but alright, I’ll go in first.” Itadori assures Megumi with confidence as he opens the door. The first thing he notices is the extra set of shoes and recognizes them as Toji’s. He shuts the door quickly to look back at Megumi as he’s not sure what’s on the other side. He worries there was a fight and maybe Toji got the best of Gojo which would explain why he’s not answering...although he finds that possibility incredible. “I’ll give you a signal!” He smiles the best he can without hinting to his uncertainties.

               Megumi leans his shoulder against the wall and pulls out his phone to scroll through while waiting.

               Itadori takes in the floor first. “What the fu-…” he sees the destroyed and fragmented wood that looks like a body may have been smashed into and is instantly alarmed. He hears shifting in the bed and runs over to the foot of it, not being prepared for what was there. He’s taking in the rest of the room on his way and notices the clothes all scattered about. His eyes widen upon switching his gaze to the bed though, the sight stopping him dead in his tracks.                  

               He sees three familiar faces and now familiar bodies. Toji, Elska and Gojo, in that order from left to right. All three of them are completely naked but Toji’s right arm rests over Elska’s breast and Gojo’s left arm drapes over her womanhood as his hand cups around her right thigh. He drops the bag of candy and stands there stunned, staring in awkward silence until a voice appears.

               “Now this is my kind of party!” Sukuna’s mouth has taken shape onto Itadori’s cheek, his eye on the side straining to get a better view.

               “Sukuna shut up! You’re going to wake them!” Itadori’s placing a hand over his cheek to muffle the lewdness of the curse that lives within him. “AHH fuck!” Itadori removes his hand to see that it’s been bitten in protest.

               “Runt, this is adult time…you however, are going into timeout.”

               “Sukuna no, don’t yo-…”

               Elska hears voices and groans in response, not feeling she’s had enough sleep. She opens her eyes slightly with reluctance in assumption that Satoru is being noisy as usual, forgetting that Toji was there as well.  “Sati come on, it’s still early.” She hears a familiar ominous deep chuckle that erases her ease and immediately opens her eyes fully and into focus. She moves her head from under Toji’s chin and is frozen as she makes eye contact with the tattooed larger version of Itadori at the foot of the bed. His markings resemble tribal lines that wrap around his arms and legs, across his chest back and face. He’s licking his lips as his eyes travel all over her body.

               “Sukuna…”

               “I didn’t think that much of you before but all women look better nude.” A wide grin appears on his face as he looks at the two men on either side of her. “You needed both to get off huh?” His tone is demeaning, “Maybe you should try a curse instead…unless you’re just that much of a whore?”

               His words sting her as she lies there, slowly remembering the crazy sequence of events that took place the night before. ‘Oh my god…that’s right…’ She looks over at Toji and then to Gojo and becomes red-faced as they lay intertwined with the white bedsheets. She’s now reaching behind her for a pillow to cover with while she’s sitting up. “Itadori! Please, come back!”

               Sukuna twitches for a moment before losing his temper at what could be assumed as Itadori fighting to regain control. He starts with a glare but his face proceeds to change to a lifted eyebrow. “You’ve… grown stronger since we last met.” His hateful expression is now replaced completely with a commanding curiosity. “I wonder what we would create hmm?” He crawls onto the bed as his energy materializes six chains that hang above and around him, intended for her. “Why don’t I show you my domain and we can converse further about this there?” His right hand reaches out for her ankle to snatch it up and drag her towards him but she was too quick. “You little wench, get the fuck over here!” He sends the chains into her direction with an angry and malevolent smiling face.

               “Shit! GUYS!” She jumps to her feet on the bed and lets out the loud demon shriek to open her wings to shield the men and herself. The wings opened immediately and she wonders why there wasn’t a delay but also is grateful. One of Sukuna’s chains latch around her right wrist, the rest luckily being blocked and ricocheting off of her metal feathers. She feels the tug on the chain that has secured itself to her arm and is pulled down to her knees a few inches forward. “What...do you want?!”  She struggles to keep her distance while the men beside her finally come to but screams upon the curse grasping at her wings.

               “I believe we could make something incredibly monstrous!” He laughs in exhilaration as he clearly enjoys a little of bit of chase, ensnaring his prey. All four of his eyes are trained on her as he considers the evil and raw power that lurks inside of them both.

               Toji wakes and without thinking grabs Sukuna’s chain attached to her, burning the flesh of his palm and fingers instantaneously. “ARGH!” He only tightens his grip however and begins to pull the chain towards himself to create slack for Elska. “WHAT THE FUCK KID?” He’s screaming in shock as he literally just woke up to this fight taking place right next to him. He doesn’t understand at first that it’s the boy’s been overthrown.

               Satoru warps next to Sukuna, to which the immense curse actually halts his maniacal laughter upon the registration of Satoru’s presence and force. He turns his head to meet Satoru’s warm yet eerie smile with his eyes widened. “Great, now I have to deal with this shaman fuck again.”

               “Domain expansion…” Satoru lifts his hand in between their faces as he wraps his index and middle finger around each other. He looks over to Toji as warning, the severity in his eyes said it all. He doesn’t want to hurt Itadori and he has to gain control of the situation immediately to avoid doing so.

               “FUCK! Doll we have to MOVE!” He wraps the chain around his hand once and his other arm around Elska’s waist and jumps off the bed towards the other side of the room. His strength is so outstanding that he actually launches them through the wall over the dining table and into the hallway. Toji’s back and left shoulder take the brunt of the impact but he’s also cut across the chest by Elska’s wings in the process. The chain searing his flesh is tugged on by some unknown force of Sukuna’s in a last attempt to drag Elska with them but Toji’s hold prevents his success. “THINK AGAIN FUCKER.”

               “…Infinite Void.” As soon as the words leave Gojo’s lips a large purplish and black sphere forms around him and Sukuna. As it quickly grows, it swallows the majority of the bed only leaving pieces of pillows. The part of the floor where Elska’s wings were stuck from the previous night remain untouched, but the good parts in between were sucked into its diameter as well. The chain attached to Elska’s wrist is broken with the connection to Sukuna being cut off and it dissipates into black smoke.  

               “Toji are you alright?!” She looks to his melted skin and the cuts received from her metal feathers as he’s standing them up from his imprint into the wall. “You need to feed or see Shoko!” He grabs her and holds her into him, them both understanding that was a close call. She hears his heartbeat as he embraces her and tries to work on controlling her own as she releases her wings. “You’re hurt!”

               “I’m fine Doll, are you ok? Did it burn you too?” He lifts her wrist with his good hand to inspect it only to find that her skin remains intact and unharmed. “That’s pretty strange…but I ain’t complaining.” He smiles to her before looking behind her to see Megumi’s surprised face while in stance for a fight. His eyes are fixed onto the two of them, not expecting to find his father here, let alone bare assed at that.

               “Elska! And…Da-…Toji?” He was so riled about unexpected chaos that he didn’t fully filter the word that almost left his mouth and into their ears, not even realizing it initially. “What are you two doing?!” He takes in their bareness is and is completely confused. He looks to the domain that has eaten ¾ of the room and his mouth drops. “ITADORI! Why is Gojo using his domain?!”

               “Megumi! Sukuna came out and attacked us. I don’-…” She interrupted by Megumi’s frustration.

               “It’s happening more frequently then…” Megumi’s eyes are heavy with sadness as he knows this means that Itadori is likely losing overall control, which isn’t good for his friend. He’s swarmed with panic knowing how protective Gojo usually is over Elska. “Gojo isn’t going to kill him is he!?”

Megumi finds himself able to breathe as the sphere disappears to reveal Gojo standing with the unconscious Itadori in his arms. “That was way too close…” He’s half snickering as he exhales. Through the hole in the wall that gave to Elska and Toji’s rush, Satoru’s face can be seen holding the weighted expression of guilt. Satoru knows that he’s directly responsible for the boy’s strife, he just wasn’t one to care all of those years ago.

Everything his domain touched has ceased to exist, there’s just a giant spherical crater where the parts of the room used to be, exposing the floor beneath, the room beside them and the one above them as well. He looks up to Toji and Elska, “Are you ok love?” He sets down Itadori against the broken wall on the inside of the room.

               She nods to him in reply, wondering what would have happened had Toji not removed them both from its circumferential reach. She has been inside of his breathtaking domain before, but he was able to tweak its parameters to make it safe for her to be in there. If he doesn’t do that though, there’s no chance of survival once encompassed, unless he allows it. When you are in another’s domain, a rare technique that only some shaman and intelligent curses can produce, you’re left to the whims of their mind being as the domain itself is an outward reproduction of it.

               He walks towards them, reaching towards Elska as he nears. When he gets to her, he leans down and kisses her as she’s being held by Toji. He places his lips on her forehead as well and then rests his chin in her hair while he brings his right hand to hold behind her head, closing his eyes in a moment of relief. ‘What if I hadn’t been here?’

               “What the hell is all of this?!” Nanami found himself joining them after the clear indication that Satoru opened his domain, his presence being awe inspiring with its level of sheer superiority. “Why are the three of you nake-…” He lowers his voice as he takes in Gojo, Toji and Elska’s nudity, embarrassed at the sight. “Oh…erm…right.” He’s fighting his eyes for proper placement as a small part of him wishes to see more of Elska but like before, she’s literally in another man’s arms…well two now technically. The thought escapes him though as he remembers there’s more pressing matters at hand. He takes off his suit jacket and walks it over to Elska with his head turned away. Toji removes his arms so that it can be rested upon her shoulders to give her body some cover. She thanks him genuinely as she uses her hands to hold it closed from the inside as best as possible.

               “You’re too young my boy, 22 don’t mean shit.” Toji laughs to obliterate the awkward staring of Megumi, not wanting to be mean or rude about the territorial claim. He remembers being that age too and doesn’t necessarily blame him for looking. ‘He really is my son.’ He smirks proudly at him.

               “I have no idea what’s going on anymore, are you three together or something?” Megumi is shy with his questioning, looking over in Itadori’s direction with a frustrated pout. He notices that the boy is starting to stir and his slumped face regains some ease. Elska and Toji freeze to his question, not knowing how to answer it.

               Gojo chimes in, “Well Toji here loves me so much you see and so does she. Figured I could share myself with them both! Toji is such predator that he wouldn’t take my ‘no’ for an answer…so here we are!” He throws on the dumbest grin as he tries to save the boy from the weird truth of their situation. He doesn’t know how he’d explain it anyways.

               Toji extends an arm without sound and pushes Satoru backwards as the silver shaman cackles to the extremely low tolerance of the massive man. He doesn’t fall but pretends to stumble into Nanami, to which he wraps an arm around his shoulder.

               “Nanamin…looks like you’re my guy now!” Satoru puckers his lips inches next to Nanami’s face.

               “If you don’t get your dick off of my suit Satoru…so help me god…I will use my technique to cut it. Cover yourself.” Nanami’s eyes are closed and his head lowered in frustration as he uses his thumb and middle finger to push his glasses into his face.

               Satoru laughs some more but steps away from the man and grabs a folded napkin from the drywall littered table against the wall behind them, it still had their dishes from the night before. He unfolds the napkin and holds it over himself before making eye contact with Nanami again. “OK! Done!” He then can’t help himself but to sway his hips so that his member flops underneath. No one other than Elska laughs and he soon stops seeing that Nanami is overcome with seriousness. “What is it Nanamin?”

               “There’s a special grade curse you’ve been assigned. We actually all have missions this morning.” He looks to Toji’s muscular scarred body just to assess his injuries not as annoyed over his nudity. He’s at least trying to remain covered by Elska, “Are you alright to fight like that? You should head to Shoko.”

               Toji huffs to this, “Yea I’m fine, this isn’t anything…” The cuts along his chest weren’t deep, they were just plentiful in number. ‘Those things should’ve sliced right through me…’ His amazement is clear as he assesses his body’s ability to withstand her new feathers, not entirely comprehending the cause. He looks to Elska and then over to Megumi, who’s still in a bad mood and looking to the floor. His eyes meet back to Nanami, “Which one am I taking?”

               “You and Megumi can team up. Elska and Itadori are supposed to… wait,” Nanami looks around the room realizing the pink haired boy wasn’t there but then sees him on the floor sitting up against the wall. “What happened to Itadori?”

               “Sukuna.” Satoru answers.

               Nanami’s brow furrows even further to this, also understanding that was not a good thing. “Ok well if Itadori’s down for the count then you may have to go on your own.” He looks over to Elska, not having enjoyed saying that. He studies her a moment with regret as he doesn’t like the idea of it either.

               “Not happening, she doesn’t go alone.” Toji is suspicious of the situation already, knowing that this kind of surge in curses wouldn’t be on the natural side of things. “What if this is a trap? Why isn’t she with Gojo?” He’s already running through possibilities in his mind before he finishes the sentence.

               Itadori is awake now and leans forward with a dazed look but quickly comes to his senses, “You guys! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mea-…”

               Gojo perks up and runs over to the boy, “Hey it’s ok, it’s not your fault. Sukuna should be suppressed for a while now, I took the fight the out of him.” He smiles down to Itadori and extends a hand to lift him off of the ground. He pulls him up and he’s wobbly on his feet initially.

               “Maybe we should still have him sit this one out…” Nanami doesn’t doubt Satoru’s words but feels it may be for the best, although that wrenches everything.

               “I’m fine, really! I actually feel better than before!” Itadori looks around the room and smiles while standing, “I don’t have the usual mental strain which makes it even better!” He looks to Nanami with seriousness, “Plus I don’t want El to have to go alone… not when I’m capable.”

               Satoru brings his hand to his chin, dropping his napkin slightly before remembering to keep it upon himself. “I think he’ll be ok Nanamin, like I said I suppressed Sukuna.”

               Toji has maintained silence while lost in his thoughts as he recalls the plans that were shared with him while he worked for Getou. “They want her and the kid, I feel like this is weird, Gojo.”

               “Nanamin, send me the info on mine and I’ll warp there.” He looks to Elska and Itadori, “By the time I’m done you should only be arriving to yours. I’ll be back up just in case.” Satoru now looks to Toji to see if that was a good enough plan.

               “I still don’t like it but that’s better…I guess.” He reaches out for Elska’s hand as he holds her fingertips with a pit in his stomach. “Doll, I need you to be extra careful, ok?” He turns to Itadori, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m counting on you kid…do not let me down.” Itadori responds with a serious head nod.

               Nanami pulls his phone out of his pocket and sends everyone their designated locations, Satoru’s first though. He looks up to everyone in the hall, “Alright that should do it.” He shifts his stance as he also forms doubt over the surge, something he knew was odd immediately, “Everyone, be on guard.”

               Satoru walks back towards Elska from Itadori and bends down to give her a kiss. “Ok love, I’ll be right behind you.” He sighs as she looks up to him with confidence, smiling back but he’s also beginning to worry. The last time he ignored his gut he paid dearly for it by getting sealed.

               “Oh we’ve got this.” She looks to Itadori with absolutely no caution in regards to Sukuna. ‘If Sati said he’s suppressed, then he’s suppressed.’ She trusts them both, knowing they wouldn’t put her in a dangerous situation if they knew better.

               “Alright love, I’ll see you soon.” He pecks her on the head not wanting to leave but knowing its best he does sooner than later. He darts his eyes to Itadori as he wears a faint smile. ‘They don’t need to know yet.’ Referring to the quick conversation between himself and Sukuna while they were in his domain. There was a reason he was so confident about Sukuna’s slumber. “I’m going to the old room first to grab some clothes…I don’t think this is the best battle attire.” He laughs as he realizes they’re all still naked while speaking of fighting. After looking back to Elska and winking, he disappears into thin air.

               Toji is only now letting go of her hand as everyone gears up to part ways. He doesn’t want to leave Elska alone with Itadori but he’s also wanting to watch over Megumi who would otherwise be by himself. “We’ll head over to y’all too once we’re done, I still am not so sure about any of this.” He exhales heavily as he searches her eyes for assurance of the outcome, knowing that their fate wouldn’t be revealed so easily.

               “We’ll be ok, we play off each other well.” Her and Itadori’s eyes meet and they put each other at ease. “I should probably get some clothes too first…” She awkwardly smiles while stepping over the ledge of the hole made as the men silently look away. “Toji! I believe these are yours!” Pants and a shirt come flying out of the room which he’s able to catch with a grin.

               Toji looks around at the others before turning his body to dress himself. He huffs as he bends over to place his feet into the legs. Elska is walking back towards him, roughly in her shaman outfit as he pulls his shirt over his head. Her face is so gentle and loving that he can’t help but reciprocate the affections. She wraps her arms around his neck and speaks into his chest, “You be extra careful too my beloved.” His eyebrows jump up in response to her sincerity as he reclaims his embrace of her back quickly. He closes his eyes and hums to her as the world seemingly fades from around them in that moment. “Doll, I’ll never leave you, don’t worry.”  They pull apart from each other and the warmth that’s obviously felt between the two of them uplifts their mood.

               “Alright let’s eliminate some curses!” Itadori is pumped up and ready to go.

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               “Is everything set?” Getou looks around to everyone in the room as they prepare for what you’d think to be a performance as he scours over them all. They enacted their change of plans recently, trying to kill two birds with one stone. “The shaman should be dispatched out by now, everyone go to their designated targets.” The elders requested the capture of the vessel and the bird girl in haste as they’ve recently discovered her ability that changed Toji. If she does that to Gojo, they don’t know how the surge of power increase will affect him, the man’s already insane as it is.

               “I just wish we didn’t have to use her room for this, what if it gets damaged?” Naoya is desperately excited that the day has finally come but finds himself upset at the switch in plans. Choso is using a dimensional barrier that once crossed will place Itadori and Elska right into their very establishment, into the room they designed to corrupt her powers. They won’t have access to their cursed energy once they enter but he knows they’re both still a handful nonetheless. He just wants her to have a nice room and there be something left of her to be impressed by when its all said and done. ‘They should be here any minute!’ He looks over to Choso to share in his anticipation and it seems he’s doing well at hiding his too.

               “Naoya, I don’t care if that bitch stays in a fucking box.” He’s curiously looking to Naoya as he has entirely had enough of his frivolousness regarding the girl.  “If you fuck this up Zenin, I will mercilessly take your precious intended and strangle the life out of her.” His eyes are cold and ominous as he proceeds, “And I’ll make you and your fucking clan watch while I do so.” He scoffs as he finally sees Naoya slip in demeanor. It was only for a second but he’s sure that took place.

               Naoya’s rage almost got the best of him. He knows Getou means it which is why he’s so on edge by the statement. ‘Keep your cool…breathe…you’ll get him soon enough…’ He’s trying to maintain his sanity as he forces his muscles to tense up instead of contracting into a fist. “I’ve got this here, you can take your leave.” Naoya’s voice is as cold as Getou’s eyes as he attempts to brush the weight of the comment off of his shoulders.

               “Right.” Getou doesn’t believe in him but waves everyone away and leaves himself after the exchange. ‘We’ll see about that…’ he smirks as he seemingly disappears into the shadows.

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               Itadori and Elska are approaching what looks like an abandoned building mostly surrounded by a gravel parking lot. It could easily a place where a curse could take root and flourish. “Yep, this looks like it’s it.” Elska shows her GPS to Itadori as if he wouldn’t trust her word. ‘Something seems odd though’ She grabs him by the shoulder, “I don’t sense any cursed energy, there’s something weird going on.” She thinks to call Satoru but knows he has his own work to handle, ‘He won’t take long’ she’s assured as she releases Itadori and they continue inside.

               “The air in here is strange, heavy almost…” Itadori is now on his guard as he’s picking up on some abnormalities too. They reach a door to which they both stop and look at each other, Elska taking the lead as she feels obligated to protect the junior shaman. She turns the knob and before them lies a completely darkened room. Itadori reaches to grab her hand but catches the hem of her skirt instead and clutches it so they don’t become separated. Once they step through though the door shuts loudly behind them and they’re brought to their knees as the atmospheric pressure changes and threatens to rip their lungs out through their mouths. It only lasts a few seconds but the amount of pain experienced from it leaves them hunched over catching their breath as the lights turn on all at once.

               She feels a hand slap her upper back and without lifting her head up says, “I’m fine Itadori, are you ok?” She hears nothing in response and her eyes widen to the absence of the boy beside her. “ITADORI!!!” She struggles to her feet, her chest still feeling the slight fire from whatever just happened in there. When she looks around, she sees a large elegant dark blue room with a bed, couch, dressers. She turns around and sees the corner which is an open bathroom, ‘There’s no way this a domain, where am I?’ Her body tenses up to the sound of a familiar voice. She slowly turns around to see Naoya behind her, staring excitedly.

               He walks up to her cautiously, not trying to freak her out with his enthusiasm as he’s finally here with her as she takes in her new quarters. “Do you like it? This is all for you…” He notices that her expression is still that of shock and not much else. He walks closer.

               “Where’s Itadori!?” She ignores his questions as her panic resurfaces knowing that he could be in trouble. ‘Toji was right…’ Her head hangs low as she thinks of everyone in the moment that they notice something’s wrong. ‘SATI!’ She reaches for her phone to pull it out, wanting to reach Satoru immediately. She looks to Naoya who doesn’t seem eager to stop her which she finds weird but dials Satoru anyways. She backs away from him with the phone to her ear but as she hears his voice on the other end, the phone is snatched away. Naoya’s face becomes overrun with horror as his eyes take to Getou behind her. “I said I had this COVERED!”

               “Tsk, tsk tsk…little birdie, what are we going to do with you?” He wraps a hand around her throat while seizing the phone above their heads. Gojo can be heard through the speaker, “ELSKA WHAT’S WRONG!? ELSKA!” Getou lowers the phone to his ear and with an eerie satisfied calmness he speaks, “We’ve got her and the vessel. You shaman are so fucking predictable!” He laughs loudly as he squeezes Elska harder daring Naoya to come near them.

               “What are you fucking doing GETOU?!” His voice bellows through the room as he refuses to stand by idly and watch. “RELEASE HER NOW.” He’s on the verge of exposing his secret technique prematurely but also doesn’t care, he can’t trust Getou’s intentions. He thinks first and then activates his projection technique instead to select the best path of attack.

               Getou throws the phone into the wall, smashing it. He then smiles to Elska clawing at his hands and says, “I just wanted to leave them with something to remember her by at least…” He licks the side of Elska’s face as she clearly revolts to his gesture.

               “Ge-…get…off of…mee!” She’s struggling to form words but also realizes that she can’t summon any cursed energy, nor use her wings. “She looks at Naoya with intensified fear as she’s not sure what’s going on or what their intentions currently were, she only knew that she was fucked.

               “PUT HER DOWN NOW!”  Naoya’s about to charge him when he holds a hand out in a gesture to stop.

               “Un-wad your panties Zenin, I just wanted to say hello…” He skims his hands from her hips to her upper back. “Grab me another talisman Naoya.”

               “I already put in on her can’t you fucking see that!?” Naoya’s losing his patience more and more and is wondering if his own plans are about to be shot to shit as he’s gearing up to kill that fucker right then and there.

               “GET THE GOD DAMN TALISMAN NAOYA. NOW!” He squeezes Elska again extremely hard, her reaction of visual pain motivating Naoya to cooperate finally. He takes it out of his own pocket and walks towards them. His eyes meet Elska’s and he tries to covertly tell her through them that he was mortified for her, that he’s going to stop this.

               “Thank you! Now for the love of God, was that so fucking hard?” He rips the talisman out of Naoya’s hand and motions for him to step back. He notices Naoya’s expression morph into confusion as he tears the already placed one on her back, off. Getou leans down into her ear, “Now why don’t you try to fly out of this cage?” His sentence is finished with a deep chuckle as he jumps away from her, clearing himself from her the reach of her wings.            

               As soon as his grip is removed from her, she turns around to face him and jumps backwards. “Don’t mind if I do…” she lets out the demonic shriek that echoes off of the walls and turns her head upwards as she happily embraces the discomfort of her forming feathers. When they stretch out of her skin and take shape out of her back, she pushes off the ground and hovers herself in the air. ‘These should be heavier than they are’ She notes to herself not having taken flight yet with the fully metallicized version. She looks down to see Naoya gawking at their appearance and hears him say, “They’re different now…” Getou is still on the ground beneath her as well, horrifically smiling at her as she’s yet to figure out why he’d give her wings back to her.

               Getou eyes leave her in the air and narrowly meet Naoya’s on the ground across from him. “Let this be your final warning Zenin…” Before Naoya can internalize what he meant he activates his gravity manipulation and slams Elska into the floor so hard that her body bounces and leaves her without a voice to cry. Before Naoya can use his projection technique, Getou anchors him into his current position as well.

               “GETOU WHAT THE FUCK ARE ...YOU DOING?!” Naoya’s lost all composure as he just watched the bastard brutally smash Elska into the floor, indenting her body into it further as he crushes her with his technique. She hit her head so roughly that she’s bleeding from it and all he can do is watch it pool and vibrate to the gravitational waves. “ELSKA!” He really can’t move this time, unlike before when he was underplaying his abilities. He’s stuck, forced to hunch over on his hands and knees while he strains to keep his head up towards them. ‘Was he aware the whole time? What is he about to do to her?’ His mind is racing as he fears Getou’s purpose with all of this.

               Getou calmly strolls up to the pinned Elska as she can’t even flail from the pressure encased over her. He straddles her on the floor, being unaffected by his own powers. He hears Naoya roar as he lowers himself over the battered girl. “I said I wanted to leave them something to remember you by, didn’t I?” His mouth twists into a leer as he yanks her upper body up towards him and grips her left wing with his right hand. “I think they’ll love this, they are uniquely gorgeous…” He smacks her across the face, splitting her cheek open as she did his upon their first encounter. “I really…really can’t fucking stand you though…”

               She feels his hand at the base of her wing and her eyes fill with tears as she gathering what he’s about to do, there’s only one explanation for it. She can’t move, she can barely breathe and so all she can do is brace herself for what is to come. His hand begins to pull at her left wing, his grip is unforgiving as he attempts the horrendous, all while laughing at her weakened screams.

               Naoya’s heart drops. He hears her wail in incredible pain as he can do nothing but watch helplessly. Getou’s laugh becomes deeper and more prominent as he’s torturously ripping her wing out of her shoulder and back. Her cries cut through Naoya’s body more viciously than her feathers ever did. He sees Getou raising his arm higher and higher, twisting them slowly as the wing fights to stay connected to her body. As torn muscles and skin stretches into thin translucent-like flaps, she begins to loose consciousness. The noises that occur from her bones snapping from his tugs cause Naoya to throw up a little in his mouth, jerking his head to the floor. They crack and break, leaving the sounds to be left of the remnants of flesh being separated until those too snap and hang, the elasticity of her skin being drawn to no return. ‘WHY DID I THINK SHE’D BE OK HERE?’ His eyes begin to water too as his anger grows and boils over. He raises his eyes back to the nightmarish scene as he watches the only woman he’s ever cared for become mutilated before him, because of him.

               “HA GOOD GOD… this thing is heavy!” Getou is having to use both hands now to lift the wing itself as the blood drips and runs down the metal feathers from where it was stolen from her body. “How did you get this into the air?!” He’s genuinely interested in the physics altering answer that he knows he won’t receive at this moment. “I’ll make sure your loved ones get it…” He smiles warmly, being overly satisfied with the gore and how pathetic she looks unconscious on the floor. “Stupid bitch…I warned you of your atonement.” He turns to leave the room, dragging the wing until he released his manipulations over Naoya and Elska, transferring his focus to floating the 4ft long silver and dark grey tipped prize beside him.

               As soon as he can move Naoya quickly scurries over to her. Tears haze his vision as he’s afraid to touch her, not wanting to injure her further. “…Elska, wake up…please…” His head is bowed as he dares to move her to see the wound left by Getou. He sits himself on his knees beside her and cautiously lifts her off her back and forwards.

“…oh my God….” He can see inside of her. The stretched and mishappen muscles of hers that remain, the splintered bones Getou twisted to break, the adipose tissue…parts of her spine. He inaudibly cries as he embraces her carefully, rocking them in place…only high pitched squeals leaving his usually baritone lips. He’s choking on his own breaths as he pulls the cloth of his robes apart in a makeshift attempt to nurse her and stop the bleeding. He positions himself in front of her but he’s crouched over her legs as he leans her into his chest. He grabs his phone and sniffles as he brings up a number and chooses it.

               “Cho…Choso…I need…” He’s unable to get the words out that he needs to, “Elska…He fucking…her wing…Choso…help…” He lets out another cry as he applies additional pressure to the gaping, bleeding area next to the replaced talisman. He feels his whole body is shaking and he can’t tell if it’s from rage or from being shattered in that moment. “Elska…you have to…” He inhales sharply, “…wake up…please…” He holds her closely with his eyes closed, forgetting he was on the phone with Choso, he’s completely disoriented. “…please…” The line fell silent but he’s hoping Choso understood and is on his way. He finally is unable to fight back the tears as he continues to cradle her, swaying them as he puts his weight on his knees. In a pool of her blood they sit as she’s losing her color from creating the puddle around them.

               “No, No, NO…baby…PLEASE!” Naoya’s cries reverberate throughout the room as the echo beams back to him, feeling the absolute hopelessness pour from within.

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Okay the second one is for shigaraki " I did you a favor, now pay up and I don't want your money"

•~Shigaraki Tomura. One liner ~•

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You shouldn’t have went to him for help for help. but what else where you going to do. your ex has been tormenting you for week, saying they would kill you and your family if you didn’t go back out with them. you can’t go back out with them, you just can’t. not after you worked so hard to leave them behind. you was doing the right thing.

right?

if you left them to live so freely who knew what would happen.in a way your like a hero. at least you tell your self that. your mind raced with every possibility, what if the man you hired couldn’t get the job done, he was to happy to get the request from you after all. What if they knew each other , family even and now they both wanted you dead. your heart dropped  knowing you had to go back and see him today, as he said to come back in two days. maybe you should wait three, but wouldn’t that make you look suspicious.

you didn’t know what to do, well you did, you just didn’t want to do it. you shook your head that’s it you needed to go, the guy you hired will come for you if you don’t. you walked with heavy feet, it was like walking with 200 pounds on both ankles.   

some how you ended up in front of the place he told you to meet him. An abandoned building, some of the windows were broken but the front door was still intact. the neighborhood all together looked sketchy, there wasn’t a single person out side. did people even live here. you eyed the door not wanting to go fully in. 

“stop being scared and just walk in, just give him the money and leave that’s all that’s it” you tried to calm yourself down, it clearly didn’t work. you checked your self. your school bag on with the money in it along with your class stuff, you had to go to your classes after this and you can’t be late for it. 

you stepped forward, palms sweaty, heart racing , mind flooded. you opened the door peaking your head in trying to see if he’s on the first floor. “h-hello?” your voice shook as you walked in keeping the door open just in case. you stepped in, jumping all to hard when the door slammed on its own. you didn’t think to much about, since you opened it from the outside it has to open again from the inside. 

The room was dusty with couches that has dust and plastic all over them. “ hello?!” you called out again, thinking you walked into the wrong building “ come up the stairs” his voice called out, the sound of it alone made you, but you did as told either way, slowly walking up the stairs, each step held regret, you tried so hard to push it down and forget about the horrible things you did. But when you seen him standing there, his hood down and a hand hover his face, you knew,

you fucked up. 

Your breath hitched, you covered your mouth finally realizing that you basically killed someone. “oh god “ you felt sick to your stomach, you had to do it, there wasn’t any other option hero’s wasn’t stopping him, no one believed you when you asked, you had no other choice. you couldn’t just run away, you had no other choice. 

“I did you a favor now pay up,” he started , you pushed down your feelings and got your bag digging into it taking out an little plastic bag with the money clearly in there “ And i don’t want your money” it took you a while too actually process what he was telling you, but when you did. you looked up at him, his head was tilted but face still covered all together. “what?” you were clearly taken back. 

“ what do you mean? WE agreed on the price WE agreed on the money!” you yelled at him, your voice shaking as you took a step back nearly falling over, you looked at him. “ wrong, all you did is talk and i said okay, never did i say that i’d take your money” you looked down, trying your hardest to remember the situation. “ not true, they person who told me about you said that you’d take the money” your body shook. “ that was just a clone i had got made to bring you here” your eyes snapped up to him not believing what you were hearing. 

“no payment y/n, you did get a person killed after all, it’s time you pay up” he’s right you did get a person killed, one that had a family and all. “what do you want” you looked down ashamed that you did all this. he stepped forward “ simple really i want your body” you gasped “ my body?! you can’t ..i mean i’m saving my self” you lied maybe you can get out of this one. “yea fucking right, the guy told me how much he hit it on his death bed, made me want to fuck you too”

you shook your head “you can’t” that’s all you had to say, maybe if you offered more money he would take it. “ im getting tired of you saying i can’t when i clearly can, you are repaying me for killing your little boy friend” your heart at the word, killing. you did this and now you have to repay him. he won’t take the money. it’s not like your a virgin so it won’t hurt so much. maybe he just wants to see your body that’s it. 

“ it seems like you wanted me to look at  your body, who comes to see their hit man in a mini skirt” he reached his hand out pulling you over to him. pinkies out of course he isn’t trying to hurt you just yet. his hand felt dry and rough. but you didn’t stop him, you let him pull you in. he reached to remove the hand from his face, revealing a rather dry yet handsome man. his red pulls stared into yours, he had a beauty mark on his face, if he wasn’t so dusty he’d be a beautiful. 

he wasted no time, none at all. to pull you into a kiss. his lips was dry but thankfully yours wasn’t and you gave him some moisture to make them feel at least some what soft. For a killer he knew how to kiss, his tongue explore your mouth his right hand pulling you closer. he fully grabbed your shirt, turning it into dust, making you shiver. he moved back watching your chest as if it his first time seeing some. 

which made you blush and hide them, you wish it was dark so no one could see each other here. he ran his rough fingers on top of your breast, going to grab the bra strap making the bra turn into dust falling to your feet. he liked the way your tits juggled when the where no longer covered.  

“ that’s all right?” a stupid question to ask really, you knew he wasn’t done “ now why would i be done, i didn’t even get what a wanted” he sat on the couch. opening his legs wanting you to sit between them. you couldn’t help but eye the tent forming in his pants. you slowly moved there on  your knees looking up at him. 

you looked so innocent 

to him at least, he wanted to change that innocent look into a slutty one, have you begging for him. “ take it out and suck it, oh and if you bite me i won’t hesitate to turn you into dust. his words help nothing but the truth. you bit your lip taking it out shocked at the size. you didn’t think he’s be big, but he was. Bigger than your ex, you stared at it trying to figure out how you was going to possibly fit that anywhere in you. “ don’t just stare at it like an idiot” 

you swallowed hard , sticking your tongue out to lick the tip feeling his body shiver at the sudden contact. he liked the way your tongue slid up and down him, but he was getting tired of just licking. he took the back of your head minus his pinkie and shoved your head down on him all the way until he got to the back of your neck, groaning at how his tip felt pressing you. you quickly relaxed your throat breathing out your nose, taking him in with a few gags. he loved to hear you choke on him, it lets him know that he’s big enough to make you choke. 

he thrusted into your throat while slamming you down on him, being rough with you was just a plus, strangely you wasn’t fully complaining. you hated yourself for being  so turned on while choking on a killers dick. the sound of wet slurping was heard threw the room along with his rough cursing. you moved your tongue around him lifting your head to play with his tip, taking him back in, what ever you couldn’t fit in your mouth you rubbed with you hand. he loved how your hand pressed on his balls.

you felt him twitch inside you, you quickly moved your head back but not fast enough since he shot his load on your face. you looked up at him, your tongue collected just a little of his cum, turning him on when you didn’t 100 percent mean too.  it was heated and tasted salty.

he lifted you up on him with ease. “w-wait i thought you were done” he chuckled shortly, “ take a look , do i look done to you?” you looked seeing him still fully standing. his left hand went under your skirt grabbing your panties turning them into ash. you shivered at the cool air that hit your wet cunny. “ your such a slut y/n getting wet just by sucking a villains dick” he shoved two fingers in. “ huh i see why, you must’ve never had a dick this size so close to you before, since your all tight” he moved his fingers slowly going you your tits sucking on them, his teeth biting down lightly on your nipple, he switched tits while working his fingers into you cunny faster. 

he pulled them out, placing himself at your entrance, “ please don’t i-it, won’t fit” you whined feeling his tip push in, he didn’t care about the whines you did, he pushed himself in groaning louder as you taken him in fully, he didn’t give you any time to adjust to him, he just moved into you bouncing you above him. you couldn’t hold back, who could when someone of his size was stretching your soft walls and hitting every single soft spot you had with ease. “you like this huh, just a minute ago you didn’t want this now look at you, riding me” you looked down, he wasn’t moving any more it was all you doing that. you didn’t want to stop. 

you wanted to call his name out but you didn’t know it so you just moaned listening to his soft grunts. his fingers went down to tweak your little clit. feeling your inside flutter around him, he knew you was coming and was right, you moaned loudly cuming on him, soaking his dick up with your juices.

he wasn’t done, after all he didn’t cum. he held your still by holding his arms around you, he was thrusting in with all he had, the couch squeaked and the floors creaked. he groaned deeply with every harsh thrust he gave your sensitive cunny. he wasn’t going to stop though he loved feeling you tighten around him the most. his dick twitched “ please no please not inside” your breathlessly pleaded but they fell on deaf ears when he held your hips down pinkies out cuming deeply into you. you teared up feeling his hot seed fill you. he leaned his head on your shoulder. “ fuck” he pulled out letting his seed spill from you and onto the floor. “did i repay you fully” you asked, he looked into your eyes. “ i think you have more you need to pay off” ...

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would it be wrong if i say that i actually like shiggy dusty self? Anyways happy thanks giving and thanks for the 100 followers

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Keep You: Preservation of Papyrus

Sans had snapped from the humans endless genocide routes, and so took the option away from them by killing everyone himself first. After so many times doing it on his own, he grew tired (and desparate) from the loneliness. He can't keep it up, but he can't stop, either.

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(Full story under Keep Reading, with alt link to Ao3 in notes)

(Potentially triggering drawing at end of story)

(CW: injury, violence, genocide, decapitation, body horror)

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Keep You:

Preservation of Papyrus

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Not again.

He couldn't do it again.

Yet here he was, covered in dusty remains once more, the population under the mountain made silent.

It had become routine:

Wake up.

(was he really awake?)

Recognize the world had Reset.

(again. he had to do it all again. and again. and again--)

Spend an hour staring at the ceiling, bracing himself for the day's work ahead.

(--again. and again. and again. he had to--)

Slip by Papyrus, busy preparing a fresh batch for his spaghetti trap.

("Today I, The Great Papyrus, WILL capture a human! Nyeh-heh-heh!! --Brother! Don't forget to Calibrate! Your! Puzzles" --yet again--)

Murder Everyone.

After so many repeats (thousands? tens of thousands? how many by the kid's hand, how many by his own?), he was able to go about his self-appointed duty on auto-pilot. Easy enough to slip on his smile, walking alongside the townsfolk and make them laugh or groan at corny jokes as though it were any other day, until they were out of sight of anyone else. Then they couldn't react to anything anymore.

Easy enough for the first dozen or so, as he built up his first few levels of LoVe (don't think about how with his single ATK lousy damage that the only ones he could take down swiftly and quietly at first still being in stars damned stripes--). Even easier once the LoVe trickled into his Soul and what little guilt he could still feel was replaced with adrenaline and the growing reinforcement of the knowledge that he would soon be completely alone in this world once more.

But things would be different this time.

He dusted his way through Snowdin, then Waterfall, and Hotland along with the Core, and finally on his way to the Capitol, careful to keep a good distance between his brother and himself even as the population dwindled to be replaced by gusts of dust, and his growing LoVe became more and more obvious to the point that others went on the defensive as soon as they laid eyes on his on imbalanced red-tinted gaze.

No one would be allowed to stop him. He must complete this before the human arrived and destroyed everyone themself. (was he really any better than the kid, or even that damned flower?)

An encounter with the King would have been likely to end in Sans' favor even before he gained any LoVe, what with the King's own LoVe and guilt making him weak to the mercies of the Judge. This, it couldn't even be counted as a fight. Sans couldn't afford to stop and think of why, if it was because the King believed he deserved the Judgement for all his own sins when there was nothing left to lose, or if it was the shock of grief and betrayal from one of his most trusted-- No, can't think about that. There was a goal to complete.

One last task. And then..

The trip to the Room of Souls was quick. Anyone who earned a Royal title was made aware of its exact location, and given a general knowledge of how the Soul containers functioned. No point in limiting the information to the King alone if his death would also result in the loss of the six souls the Underground had managed to collect so far. No point in denying them what little HoPe was left to cling to.

Now, they were Sans' only means of preserving his own last HoPe.

Soul container collected and stashed in his inventory, a detour through New Home where he quickly found and claimed that damned knife (so many Resets since the kid was last able to hit him, and that scar-that-never-happened still fucking BURNED), and a shortcut later found him blinking a gust of dust mixed snow out of his sockets. And ahead of him on the path, same spot as every other time it had come to this point--

Deep breath. Don't get distracted yet. He was so close to finishing this.

So close to saving Papyrus from the non-existent mercies of the creature masquerading as a human.

Papyrus stood there, seemingly expecting him (as he did every time it came to this point of the timeline), the small remainder of hope being replaced with that soul wrenching mix of grief, disappointment, and ever-present Mercy once he took in the changes to his brother. Once he saw the effects of the LoVe he'd earned.

"Brother."

Sans said nothing. Time was of the essence. The human would be through the ruins soon. But--

"All the Dogi are gone. And all of our neighbors."

"..yea." There was no denying the evidence, he fully knew and accepted what he'd done, but somehow it was still a struggle to get the admission out past the sudden tightness in his non-existent throat at admitting it to his brother.

"Undyne isn't answering her phone."

Sans said nothing. The reason why was obvious. He can't think of how his actions hurt his brother just yet. He'll accept everything Papyrus has to throw at him once this is over. He deserves nothing less.

"She's never going to, is she. Nor any of our other friends." A statement. Not a question.

Every other timeline, he ended it immediately upon shortcutting here before his brother had the chance to talk him down. To allow his guilt and grief to overwhelm him before he could finish and result in his brother being left to the tender (non) mercies of the kid. But if this worked (it WOULD work) Papyrus would be able to say anything he wanted to his Soul's content. He'd be ALIVE to do so.

"..i'm sorry, Papyrus. i have to do this." He was cracking. He needed to get his shit together. He needed to finish before that door opened and everything was ruined.

"Brother, this isn't the way to solve any problem! You KNOW this! Talk to me, I don't underst--"

His barely-wavering appeal, a tangled mess of bravery, belief in his brother, and wet with tears of grief finally released when the truth could no longer be denied, was cut off by a wave of bones surging up behind him. Familiarity from years of training with his brother had him dodging forward into Sans' space without a thought. It was playing dirty, but right now that didn't matter.

Sans took advantage of the familiar routine, manipulating Papyrus into position to move under his outstretched arm, yank him down by the scarf, and within a blink the cursed knife was out of his inventory and through Papyrus' neck.

Everything stopped as quickly as it started, Papyrus never even having a chance to recover from the shock before his body started dusting away beneath him.

"W-well, that's not what I expected," Papyrus managed to say. Sans' soul damn near broke right then from hearing the familiar words usually spoken to the human all those genocide runs ago now directed at himself. But he couldn't let it affect him. Not now. No time.

With speed few would believe he possessed, the knife was dropped, the Soul container was out of his inventory, on the ground, opened, and the orange soul of Bravery tossed aside without a thought. With hands starting to shake, Papyrus' head was reverently lowered inside in its place.

The lid was quickly sealed. Sans remained crouched, staring into the jar and shaking with anticipation as the rest of Papyrus dissolved to dust beside him. The scarf caught up in a sudden gust of wind, fluttering down to catch around himself and the container holding what (HoPefully) remained of his brother. It was hard to tell whether it felt more like a threatening noose or a comforting embrace.

(It was his brothers. Of course there was only ever one option it could be, regardless of what Sans thought he deserved.)

The silence stretched on, Sans refusing to break eye contact for a moment even as a stinging mix of magic and dust dripped into his straining sockets. He couldn't look away, not even to blink. Not until he was sure it worked. Not until--

"Brother, I believe we need to have a talk. There are much better ways to solve problems than shoving people into jars! Well, parts of people! That was very rude! I was very attached to my body! And where did you even find a jar that already seemed to have people parts in it?? They--!!!"

Sans couldn't help it. The tension melted out of him, body falling into a heap between the jar containing his ranting (LIVING!) brother and the dissolving human soul. Tremors wracked him as dreaded anticipation of failure switched too quickly into hysterical laughter, the disbelief of success overwhelming.

Alive. Papyrus was still alive, and still very much himself. Well, until the shock wore off, at least. He was well aware he had a lot to make up to Papyrus for, not that he could ever make up for everything he had done. But Papyrus was safe, ALIVE. With him, and unable to needlessly sacrifice himself to the human yet again.

Sans managed to save him, and he would never have to be alone with his ghosts again.

.

.

.

At the far end of the path, through the woods and over the bridge, a stone door creaked open. The human child stepped out into the snow.

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A.N. Wasn't sure how to do it, but had the idea of the human coming out of the ruins and being horrified out of their genocidal stupor at the image of Sans gleefully hugging the jar containing his brother's decapitated head, evidence that he'd willfully done it surrounding him. Who knows, maybe it would be enough of a shock to get them to reconsider their choices up to now.

Alternatively, there was the idea that Sans would manage to evade the human while keeping the Papyrus jar close to him at all times (perhaps he even did this early on before killing everyone else), and.. just enjoying what he can of his brother's company before using him as a last resort EXP boost, even going so far as to break the jar and finish dusting his brother in front of the human for the extra shock factor.

But I couldn't bring myself to go that route. With Papyrus having the chance to natter on and chip away at his brother's mental walls while trapped in the soul container, I don't think Sans could have brought himself to murder Papyrus a second time in one run.

#undertale #sans #papyrus #dusttale #genocide route #undertale au #genocide #decapitation #violence #death #major character injury #sans has had enough #he can't lose papyrus again #TDoomPoet Keep You UT series

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life After Snowpiercer: Still Alive

Summery- Curtis (hints of You) makes his way through the cars, and reaches the end to find a surprise waiting for him. Violence. 

If you want to read the story Curtis told Nam, read it here- Past Horrors

Word Count- 2967

Chapter 3 / Masterlist

“OPEN IT, OPEN THE FUCKING GATE!”

Curtis stood at the final gate, the final mother fucking gate, his palms slapping at it, his boots ramming into it, and his rage, all that rage from the past 17 years, and more recently the two days it took him to fight his way here, so many lives, gone. His revolution had become a blood bath, Gilliam executed, Grey stabbed, Tonya shot, You… well he couldnt even let himself go there, not yet. Edgar, well fuck Edgar he betrayed, having left him laying among the rest, setting out right after the battle of the tunnel, leaving the majority of people behind to care for the dead and wounded. There was no time to stall.  

Hours before in horror he watched the front enders slaughter his people in the television screen,among a car full of children singing praises to the almighty Wilford, the saviour. The armed men entered the gate and were lost from sight. Curtis just felt that all of you were gunned down without a care. No…. He almost broke right then and there, he could see them entering the last car, the one where he supposedly had you kept safe. His breathing picked up, his chest tightened and black stars swarmed in his vision. Then the tv crackled the noises of gunshots and flares of white could be seen coming out of the darkest gateway, all of it so grainy on the screen, but it was picture clear for him. No bodies could be seen, but the way his whole being just shattered into a million biting glass edges, slicing unseen wounds through his mind, he lost you, he couldnt keep you safe after all. Tonya smacked his face. “Curtis snap out of it, you have to lead us”

How can I? Shes gone, they shot her. His mind pieced together an image of your body crumbled in the middle of the aisle, bright red blossoming around you like a opening flower across your back, your hand outreaching for the darkness that might have hid you. Your eyes, the ones hes seen laughing, crying and loving, glassed over sightless, that part that was a persons soul, the spark that brought them life in there eyes, gone. Gone, could it really be? Curtis, she was doomed the day she chose you, and you kept her anyways. Monster. You killed her.

Suddenly Tonya came into his vision again, and beyond her, Minister Mason crumbled on her knees, her rat like face, with those beady eyes and oversized false teeth saying his name “Curtis, I can help you!” The heavy weight of the gun in his palm had a purpose, and it felt FUCKING GOOD just then. Without even a moment in between her words and him registering what the fuck she was pleading for, he marched over and right to her forehead the muzzle settled, her eyes rolling up to look at it in fear, the yellowish whites of her eyes brimming with tears, pupils focused on the muzzle indenting against her forehead. “Curtis pleeease, I beg you!”

His expression, was that of a man who no longer gave a shit what happened to him, his finger squeezed and that bullet, with a little satisfaction for him, drilled through her brain, a splatter of red grazing the entire area. A wipe of his hand across his face, he turned back towards the gate, Nam already working on it. Switching to a new cartridge, he told those still remaining. “We go forward” And just as he came to the gate, Nam got it to swing open, and now this man became the darkest part of himself he could possibly be, the compassion he would show his fellow kind was simply gone. There was no hestitation in his actions. If anyone crossed his path, they were met with cold killing rage.

Now at the final gate, that god damn signature W holding him back from Wilford. Nam tried to stall Curtis, refusing to open that final one for reasons Curtis couldnt understand. His daughter Yona, moaned on a pile of coats, drugged and drunk beyond rational thought, the child was a pitiful sight indeed. “Open the gate Nam, now. Is this what you want?” Curtis emptied his pockets of the kronoles, flinging them at the ex security intel “Take it! Open the fucking gate now!” 

In a moment of weariness, Curtis stumbled to the floor, leaning back against the frame work staring at the door. Nam took some pity on the man and tossed him a smoke “Fucker better enjoy it, its the last one.” What the hell, Curtis thought, and he lit it, taking a stale drag of nicotine he hadnt experienced since he was 16 at a party. Finally he started talking, telling Nam all about how the beginning of his life on the train went. Inside his mind though, was a totally different conversation, his way of saying goodbye he supposed although numb at this point to everything, he could still sense the pain it was causing, vibrating in waves from him. 

“Hey handsome” Your hands would slide up his chest and circle around his neck. “Almost at the end of the line”

“Appears so Baby” Another drag of smoke escaping from him. 

“I guess were lucky we got this far right? I knew you would Curtis” Plucking his smoke from his lips and taking an inhale, washing the two of you in a billowing nicotine haze. 

“Leave it to you babygirl to find the bright side here.” He chuckled, seeing you now rise to the balls of your feet to kiss him, hell even imaginary your kisses could score a fire to settle in him. How he wished it was real. That you were here, fuck he missed you it was an ache in his chest.”I dont think Im going to be returning… “ His voice drifted off softly. 

“Oh handsome, you know I will find you again, another lifetime. You dont think this is truly the end of us?” 

“No? it seems like it” 

“Handsome, this is just one of many. I love you and we will see each other again. Now go do what you came to do.” you winked and returned the camel between his lips. Stepping away and leaving him alone once more.

Curtis lifted his gaze, asking one last final time. “Open the gate, please” Nam again shook his head, going off in how they MIGHT survive outside of the train, that the snow was melting, there was no need to stay. 

“What are you fucking nuts? go out there and freeze. Leave all these people here, no. Open the GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING DOOR” 

Then like the gate just knew, it clicked open and a flash of yellow stepped out, Nam shot backwards and in Claudes hand was a pistol. Composed as ever, she looked at Curtis. “Wilford will see you now.” 

He simply spared a glance at Nam, whom Yona was wailing and shaking to bring back to her, and he pushed up, and into the room, all cold steel metal and blue glows, along one wall was a kitchen gallery, all dark masculine looking wood work and at the table in the car, sat an older man with intense blue eyes, staring at Curtis while frying his steak, smirking. “Curtis! Lets take a look at you.” Wilford almost sounded joyful, impressed? “You did a mans work coming all the way up here, did you know its been years since anyones walked the entire length of this train. How about you sit down, lets chat.” Claude nudged him towards the seat. With contempt he obliged, sitting down. “Would you believe Ive never been to the tail section?”

Curtis spat out “why the hell not, we to dirty for you in the tail section?”

“You think the engine isnt without its own complications Curtis?” Wilford turned from frying his steak for half a second, fixing Curtis with a look of disappointment. “It gets awful noisy up here, and not many to talk to.” 

Who the fuck does he think he is? Noisy? Trying living with a thousand people in a iron box. “Right, you got steaks, room, and that whore will bring you whatever you want.”

“Curtis, everyone has there preordained position. And everyone is in there place…” Pointing at him with the greasy spatula, the steak starting to smoke and sizzle on the stove top. “Except you.” Turning back he flipped the steaks on a plate. 

“Yea, thats what people with the best place say to those in the worst place. There is not one soul who wouldnt willingly trade places with you.” Damn straight Baby, your voice encouraged him. 

“Would you?” Wilford questioned, seasoning his steak, how in the hell do seasons still exist? Perhaps you werent always the best voice of reasoning. 

“Fuck you” Curtis spat at him with hatred and disgust. 

Wilford sighed, as if exasperated with him. “Curtis, were all stuck on this train, and its a enclosed ecosystem with a fragile balance. Med rare?” Breaking his line of thought, Curtis ignored the question entirely, which Wilford paid no heed to. “population must be kept in balance, everything rigidly maintained. Now there are times… we have to take more drastic measures.” Wilford brought the steaks over, setting one perfectly cooked one in front of Curtis. “we simply dont have time to let natural selection take over, we all would be overcrowded on this train, starving. Remember starving Curtis? It took us a while to get the protein blocks going. I am truly sorry about that.” Wilford cut a bite of his steak and chewed between the rest of his words. “So we occasionally stir the pot to speak. Get things moving… The cast out of the seven, The McGregor Riots, and this one… My new favorite. The Great Curtis Revolution. Nice ring to it, right? The kids will love it” He winked one icy blue eye at Curtis as if it was a big joke between them. “I mean who was to expect you to come through with torches through the  Yekaterina tunnel? Pure genius, nothing like Gilliam or I expected” 

Curtis snapped his head a bit and confusion clouded his face He didnt just say that. “What?”

“Now come on, dont tell me you didnt know, Gilliam and I?” Giving an amused chuckle at Curtis confusion. “Front end and Tail end, we work together Curtis, he was more then a partner, he was my friend.”

“Bullshit, I dont believe you” Curtis stated, there was no way Gilliam was friends with Wilford, the hours the two of them had spent together discussing how to get here. 

A grin crossed Wilfords face “well our plan was that the rebellion was to end at the tunnel. Kill off most of you, send the rest back. Curtis, why do you think Gilliam conditioned you to be the leader after McGregor? Sadly, it was supposed to be your hurrah. Your going out like in that old movie…. Braveheart? Going out in a fight. Your name was to give the remaining tail enders hope. So Gilliam gave you everything you could want back there. No one messed with you, got to keep the pretty girl, no one shamed you for keeping both your hands. Wasnt it nice, be able to hold her with both.” Dont you dare listen to him baby, we chose each other, Your voice echoed and stressed.  A sickness washed over Curtis as these words, Wilford seemed none the wiser over what his words were doing, or he simply didnt care. “Gilliam said you were smart, but he could control you. Sadly he didnt.” Wilford wiped his mouth and tossed the napkin down, not even eating half the steak. “And why he had to pay the price. Im going to miss my friend, our long nightly chats.”

Still in disbelief over the news, Gilliam had been a mentor to him, a father when he needed advice. All those years, and he just fueled Curtis rage for this moment. No one knew that the traitorous snake was the man they all pledged there allegiance to. 

“But your little stunt, well it took out more of the front end then I had hoped, but what fun, right? Its okay, you tail enders throw off brats pretty quickly, we will recover. Theres really just one last thing to do.” Picking up a phone, he pressed a button and waited for an answer. “How many you got left back there?” He listened and looked at Claude “We still at 75 percent?” she gave a nod and he returned to whomever was on the phone “Kill off 75 percent…. actually you know what? In celebration of our 18th year, keep 18 extra alive. Thank you” 

Before he hung up, the barely there sound of gunfire blasted from the phone, and Curtis sprang to his feet. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Claude gave off one warning shot, which ricochet the bullet around the room, causing them all to duck momentarily. “God damn it Claude! Mind the engine.” Turning to Curtis who was straightening himself out and at this point ready to get this fucken over with. “God damn high strung woman, cant do nothing with them when they get to that point.” Wilford muttered to himself, going up the steps to check on the cylinders circling. Curtis followed him up, preparing to end this now. Wilford pulling out his own pistol from his robes, he cocked it at Curtis.”Mind your next move son. I got a proposition for ya, you might want to consider.” 

Curtis merely paused cause of the gun pointing at his chest, basic human instinct still riding out his anger. Clenching his jaw, the twitch ticking in tandem, Wilford motioned him forward. “Listen, I like you, you got spunk, You get the job done. I already have a predecessor, but I need someone who can take over Minister Masons place since you disposed of her. About time someone did, I couldnt stand that woman. At the time, she was my finest choice though. You carry out what I need done, I know you have it in you.” Sliding the gun back into his robe when it seemed Curtis was no longer about to attack him. “Once in a while you dispose of some unnecessary lives we no longer have use for, do some intimidation to out of control groups. I will let you stay up front, even bring your girl up here.”

“Shes still alive?” Curtis croaked, the haze of your name clouding his senses, could it be true, was there actually hope?

“What? Of course shes still alive Curtis. First shes a woman, I wouldnt have my men kill off any women her age unless she was unfit to bear children. Even if you werent in the picture I would have her brought up here, resupply the front end. Shes a pretty thing, make someone a good wife. We need to continue the supply after all. Second, shes yours and Gilliam made it clear she was necessary to keep you compliant. Why do you think we allowed you two to play house with those orphans? Her little pet project. Why we never collected those kids, yes I knew all about them all along.” Wilford spoke as if he was doing You and Curtis a major favor. The fucken ass. Curtis could just see you now, the roll of your eyes and arms folding over your chest, Child Bearing Wife? Go Fuck Yourself Wilford.

All this information sunk in, Still alive, You were still alive. He could have you back, it was as simple as saying yes at this point. Sinking to his knees, his hands came to his face, relief watering his eyes and a soft sob broke. Wilford circled the man, whispering to him “Imagine it Curtis, life of luxury up here, have your girl back. You wouldnt ever have to live in a cage per say again. Just follow my orders like a good little soldier. Its really that easy. Minister Everett, sounds fitting right? The tail ender who actually made something of himself. Gilliam would want that for you.” Then he walked away, leaving Curtis all alone, choking on another sob, his hand came to his head and brushed his signature beanie off, rubbing his head.  No Curtis, you are here for a reason, echoes of your voice shouted at him.  “And if I say no?” Wilford snorted with disdain at Curtis, rolling his eyes with exasperation. 

“Im giving you the deal of a life time and you dont want to take it? Fine, I guess I will have her killed Curtis, marched right up here and you can watch her die, or bring her up here and give her away to someone else? You can watch another man have her. Is that a better option. Its either you do this or you die and shes mine.” He gave a shrug. “The choice of your fates is in your hands.” Wilford was no fool, he knew how to work Curtis, already he could see the mans shoulders sink in a sign of defeat. Claude was perched near the gate entrance when it opened, a glance over her shoulder widened her smile, and she stepped aside. “Ahhh, I was wondering where my predecessor had gone off to, its about time you arrived. I was just telling Curtis all about what we set up for him.”

Curtis looked over his shoulder and the familiarity of the man struck him hard, it was like looking at you, your features in this young man was so prominent, he croaked out in disbelief. 

“Matt?!” 

Yes, your brother was still alive, healthy and alive. Dressed in a fine suit, well groomed, the young man smirked at Curtis. “Long time Curtis, good to see you again.”

@what-is-your-plan-today​ @jtargaryen18​ @curtisbbq​ @p8tn0lish​

#curtis everett x reader #snowpiercer #chris evans #curtis everett #fan fic

[scriptingpenguin]

Family blood

A little nice short story about Sett dealing with some internal issues

With the everyday tension growing in Ionia, few find days of respite and luxury. Noxians were knocking at their door every few days or so. One would always hear of a village or town being torn from Ionia’s beautiful lands. The Noxians cared not for the destruction they left in their wake, their only care was to conquer and reap the lands for their own. 

Navori, a town where a crime lord is at the center. Anyone who dared challenge his word, would find their teeth on the ground. His reputation introduced him to anyone entering the town for the first time. Though there are some who think he is just some bastard child who is throwing a tantrum. In the crowds there were many hooded and cloaked citizens. Two whisper to each other as they keep their heads low, “I swear I saw her come this way…” 

“I cannot believe she slipped from under your nose!” The woman cried. 

“I swear she looked like you! She had all your features!” Her companion argued. 

While the two spoke and scurried through the crowd, there was a copy of the woman traveling in the opposite direction heading to a very dangerous part of town. 

In the pits, roaring and cheering can be heard coming from the stands. Skin on skin, bone on bone, thundering bodies hitting the floor as people fought for their glory or their lives. But under the pits there is a hideout one that was home to the infamous crime lord, Sett. The large half Vastayian wolverine like man slouched on his throne. A body dropped in front of him as the man whimpered and groaned. 

“You took from me something, and you have yet to pay it back. As per our agreement, you will work in the pits.” Sett gruffed staring down at the insect before him. He could almost taste the fear emanating from the lowlife.

“Take him away, his damn whimpering is giving me a headache.” He waved the man off as one of his subordinates gripped the man’s neck and dragged him out of the room. Sighing to himself, Sett looked over to his right hand, “Is that the last one? I need a break. It’s another one of those days.”

The woman nodded and put down the list in her hands, “Yes boss, that was the last one.”

With a groan the dark red headed man stood from his throne and walked out of the room with his hands deep in his pockets. He slowly paced through the hallways his head lost in thought. He sat on a bench and groaned with his head in his hands. 

“Same shit everyday. These Noxian fucks think they can run into my territory and try to take from me. You’d think with the few I send home packing with bruises and broken bones would tell their friends to keep away.” He huffed as he stared down at his feet, “And I keep getting reminded of the bad blood I have. Anytime I look at one of their faces.”

He would see feet approach him, “You sound like you need someone to talk to…” His eyes looked up to see a noxian woman in a cloak. As if a switch flipped in him, he stood up and swung his fists at the woman. 

“Fucking Noxian bitch how did you get in here?!” He growled.

The woman backed away and quickly her form changed into something more, her. The chameleon like girl looked over at him with her hands up, “W-wait, Neeko is not Noxian! She is just Vastayian! Well not really more Vastayashai'rei. But I am not a stinky Noxian!”

Sett’s demeanor completely changed from attack, to confusion. “Vataya-what? Sorry I am not really too intuned with my Vastayian side, though I should be. Question stands at how did you get here? And how did you do that?” 

Neeko transformed herself to look like Sett and giggled, “It’s magic! Neeko and her people can copy peoples Shoma! Oh that is another word you might not know… Um peoples auras I guess? Oh and Vastayashai'rei is what you might call the first of the Vastayians! My people are direct descendants!”

Sett looked at his mirror copy and tilted his head. “Wow, you really do look exactly like me… Even got my scar right. Huh, I needa shave a little… Wait do you copy everything?” He looks up and down his mirror. 

“What do you mean?” Neeko turned back into herself and looked up at the man.

“Well do you have… Actually nevermind. Also, no I don’t need to talk to anyone!” He growled.

Neeko sat down on the bench and smiled, “Its okay! We are like family! You can tell big sister Neeko all your problems and I can help in my own Neeko way!”

He raised a brow looking at her then shook his head, “We are not ‘family’ my only family is my ma who I love with all my heart.” 

“Not true! We are family! We share the same blood! Although your blood might have a lot more peoples in it. And aren’t these other people in this home your family?” 

Sett took a step back and let out an  exaggerated groan, “I mean, yea I guess? But calling me family is not a good thing. I am a damn Noxian bastard child who has the best and prettiest mom in the world.” 

Neeko’s ears perked up, “Pretty mom?! Neeko wanna see! Not as pretty as my Nidalee though!” 

Sett’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the chameleon, “No because you might turn into her. And that would be weird for me.”

“Sorry Neeko got off topic. But you are more than just that! Neeko can tell by your Shoma that you care deeply for mama! You may have bad things in your blood but that shouldn’t mean you are bad! You are you! You can be Vastayian, or Noxian, or even just Ionian if you want! You yourself defines you, not your blood! My tribe is my family, but Nidalee is also family! She helped Neeko when she was in trouble and Neeko is very happy for it!” 

Neeko hopped up and poked at the man’s chest, “Hating yourself just makes you wanna punch things! And if you are too busy hating yourself, where will your love for mama come from!” 

Sett looks at the girl in awe as she may talk funny but she is spitting out some major truth. Soon his right hand comes walking in with two cloaked Noxians being dragged by their collars, “Boss I found these two snooping around  and- wait who is she and how did she get here?”

The two Noxians pointed at Neeko, “There she is!”

Neeko ran behind Sett and hid, “Those two tried to capture Neeko. She ran from them both. That is how Neeko got here.”

Sett’s eyes threw fire at the two Noxians as he walked over to them. “Let me handle this.” His right hand dropped them both and walked off glaring over at Neeko. Neeko transformed into her and giggled at her, “Neeko thinks you are pretty…”

Cracking his knuckles he lifted one up by the scruff of his neck, “You Noxians never learn, Don’t Fuck With My People!” He reeled back and knocked out a few teeth from the man. He dropped his bloodied face on the floor and glared at the woman, “Get out of my town before I throw you both in the pits. I see either of your mugs again and I will do more than just take out a few teeth.”

 The two screamed out and ran out while Neeko smiled and tapped Sett’s shoulder, “Is Neeko your people?”

Sett smirked a little and nodded, “Yes she is. Thanks. Your a funny little one. You ever need help around here, let me know.”

“Well, Neeko could use a nice place to stay for the night, maybe next door to the pretty lady?”

#neeko #neeko lol #League of Legends #league #sett #sett lol #ionia #Noxian #nidalee #writing #scriptingpenguin

[bug-beveridge]

Morning, Pumpkin! NSFW

First fic!

Beetlejuice/female reader.

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You were not known to be a heavy sleeper. But with all the tidying around the house you had to do the night before, this was a very well deserved rest.

Beetlejuice was the first to notice your unusually long slumber. Even with the golden morning glow bathing your face, you had not woken. Had not even stirred! Intrigued, he found and studied your sleeping form; the way your chest rose and fell with each breath, your arms folded on top of your stomach, and your delicately parted legs beneath the covers. A sort of voyerism, this was. Perhaps a little creepy? But it ignited ideas in him that should probably not be put into practice. But he’d never gotten the chance (or permission rather) to see you this close up and he definitely thought he deserved to. It’d been months since you two met, months. You were past formalities by now and surely you wouldn’t mind it! Right?

The giddy demon fell to his knees beside you and, ensuring you were still asleep, peeled the covers from your legs with a pair of trembling hands. Trembling in anticipation! And he peeked between them with a squint of intrigue, admiring the gentle outline of your... y’know, against the fabric of your underwear. The slight ‘w’ shape. Many-a-cunt he had seen and yet they still confused him.

It didn’t take long for his desire to take over and so he dove a hand forth to drag your underwear down your knees and off your legs, until it was dangling freely from one of your ankles, therefore granting him with a sight that would serve as masturbation material for the next millennium to come. By now, you were fully awake and fully aware of his ministrations on your body. But you still pretended to be asleep out of sheer interest in where this would lead. He studied your pink flesh, the few curls at the top and, with a trembling hand, even ran a finger across them. Y’know, for the shits.

Beetlejuice, with his beady eyes and now neon red hair, continued to study that place between your legs for what seemed like an eternity. He felt the curvature and the slight dampness of you with needy fingers. The vulnerability of it all consumed him. What was stopping him from taking you right there and then? He was a demon! It wouldn’t even be the worst thing he’d ever done! And yet...

He shook his head, pointed teeth protruding from his mouth as he grasped you sharply by the waist and flipped you over with your ass held in the air. He didn’t care if it woke you up, he was far too desperate now. And with the same urgency as before, he buried his face between your legs, dragging out a long lick across your pink slit with a heavy cackle that enraptured you both.

You gasped at that, clenching a fistful of the covers, and asked, “What are you doing?!”

But of course, you were not against it.

He palmed himself below with his free hand, rubbing the firmness of it through the fabric, even watching as a slightly-green wet patch began to form in time. And still he kept his mouth on you, licking and letting his warm breath loose on your most intimate part.

“What a fuckin’ jackpot!” He laughed, an ugly chuckle leaving him. You peeked her eyes open for a minute when you assumed he was distracted and felt surprised at how red his hair had became. Cute. Until of course, you felt yourself being hoisted up and thrown clumsily onto your front, your backside only inches from his face. You quickly felt a long, soft mass line that region, and as much as you wanted to combat the sensitive feeling, that would probably only spur him on. Not that you were objecting..

”Cut it out, BJ!" You cried out with a giggle, trying to wiggle your hips away from the attention of his tongue, but that only seemed to make him even more committed. Perhaps that was enough for you to feel generous and grant him what he so desperately wanted. "Man up and put it in, won't you?" You spoke, a hand reaching between your bodies and grabbing his length tight, tugging and leading it to your entrance. He seemed pretty dumbfounded at that.

“What, you’ve been begging me all this time and now that you’ve got it, you’re acting confused?”

His behaviour changed like a switch in response. If this were a cartoon, you were sure you’d see his pupils taking the shape of hearts. He quite literally pounced on top of you and you huffed at all his weight being dropped at once, but it wasnt anything you couldn’t handle. Especially since you felt a prodding beneath. He tried to enter you once, without avail, twice, and it took a painful push at the wrong hole for you to sigh and take matters into your own hands. Once guided to the right place, Beetlejuice gave out a noticeably long thrust of his hips which sent you halfway to the Netherworld. He wasn’t particularly long but he was generously girthy and filled you in all the right places. You were surprised it even fit!

Ecstatic, you threw your head back in a combination of pain and pleasure, seeing stars and yet there was a burning ache within, an ache that was reduced to a small pinch and even faded with the next couple of pounds. Beetlejuice, on the other hand, seemed to be loving it. There was a quick array of emotions on his face, switching from pleased to concentrated to simply gone.

“Yer’ a fuckin’ wild card, god,” and he slapped both hands on your hips. Soon after, he began to quite literally hump you with very poor skill, both arms folded behind his head, in the air, in the form of a relaxed slouch, simply enjoying your effort with a smirk on his face. For a demon who’s been dead for a millennia, you’d expect him to know how to play a woman like an instrument by now. Apparently not.

“All for me, huh, pumpkin?” He said breathlessly as he began a sloppy, uneven pace, trying to match your gaze but even Beetlejuice himself, in the flesh, was now blushing in your grasp! His hair a hot shade of pink as he pumped you with newly-found ambition, and he even dropped his head on your shoulder. In your ear went the most absurd of moans, ranging from breathless grunts to a... dog, howling? That was Beetlejuice!

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his face close to yours, pressing your lips to his and shoving your tongue past them, until you broke the kiss to whisper in his ear,

"Shut up."

You pushed him back so he was flat on the floor and climbed top of him, unclipping your bra and letting a pair of breasts spring out. Once you’d guided him back in, your hips began at a desperate fashion, up and down, fucking him relentlessly. The combined sounds of your moans and his grunts filled the room, and your cute little face could not possibly show any more emotion. As bad as he was, you had a lot of free time, a LOT of free time.

"Fuck, keep going!" Your hips picked up the pace again, and your body glistened with sweat as you began to chase that sweet release, slowly but surely. A few more rises and falls of your hips and it was in your grasp. His shit-eating smirk did not even falter!

Something akin to electricity rushed through you, and as your hearing was reduced to a bout of ringing, you didn’t know if you were screaming his name or incoherent words. Soon after it came to a still, and yet you were not drained. Simply basking in the afterglow.

"Look me in the eyes when I fuck you, you tool." You spat, grasping his cheeks to make sure he was looking right at you. Still bouncing up and down on him. You wanted to make him as dishevelled as he had done to you. You wanted to see him writhe and convulse with all that you had to offer.

He laughed with his arms sprawled at either side of him, followed by a punctuated moan whenever your hips met his. “I can see all your nose hairs from down here.” He added with a cackle as he set his hands upon her hips again to fuck you as cleanly as he could from below, his own knees giving out slightly and a concentrated look forming on his face. Eventually he threw his head back, defeated, and simply let you do your job. It was difficult to fuck someone when all their weight is on your pelvis!

“Yea, you keep goin’ Y/N, keep going!” He babbled with lidded eyes as jesus personally walked him up the staircase to heaven. Jesus being your cunt. He laughed at that mental joke. “Where d’ya want it?” He spoke, unbuttoning his own shirt so that he, too could expose his breasts just like you had earlier. For the comedic factor. And he wasn’t exactly skinny, so there was definitely some mass there!

“Ten dollars to see and double to touch!”

"They're almost bigger than mine." You pouted, a frown lining your lips until you kept going again, speeding up more, "Anyway, I'm broke!" You giggled, your hands flat on his legs for support and using the curvature of his cock and hips as a guide. To him, seemed pretty good at this. Then again, with all the stuff you can order online nowadays...

You kept going like that for a solid minute, until you noticed from his expressions and uneven pace that he was close. So you got off of him, dropped to your knees and quickly latched your lips around his cock again. this time not holding back, and fitting the whole mass down, tears filling her eyes and gagging, but she did it, got off, and started back at it, sucking and stroking it relentlessly, stimulating the tip with all she could, creating a suction and wrapping her tongue around it, and as he was finally about to burst, she pulled her mouth off and started stroking him manually.

"Make it a lot, Mr Ghost." You said, voice thick with lust, until you felt him throb and empty himself at your command, spurt after spurt of fluorescent seed draping over your hand and rolling down your wrist. He panted, dead and defeated.

Satisfied but in the mood to be a bitch, you lifted your ‘glazed’ hand and wiped it across his gob. He jerked, confused, and you added,

”Please wake me up like that more often.”

#beetlejuice smut #beetlejuice fanfiction #beetlejuice fic #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice/reader #beetlejuice #smuttybug

[beckstriad]

Can’t Stop Don’t Stop

They were sitting in the diner on the station, a common place for the average worker to stop for lunch or the more budget savvy traveler to wait for their ship. It was between meal breaks so it was more quiet and Caretaker had planned for exactly that. They had been dealing with an upswell in upper respiratory tract infections during the last few days and the amount of whining that they had quietly put up with was almost more than they could take. Some time alone, with coffee and waffles, was exactly what they had been holding out for all rotation. 

They concentrated on nothing but the coffee, it’s warmth and bitterness and creaminess until the cup was down to the bitter end. Waiting for the fill up, they looked around idly. The problem with dealing with people all day is it takes the fun out of people watching, but their eyes hurt so they didn’t want to stare at their reader just yet. Besides, they could hardly remember what was happening in the book it’d been too long since they had a chance to read it last. There was a knocking sound beside them and cursing as the patron beside them spilled his coffee, causing the server to rush over to help clean it up (further delaying coffee). The server seemed quite annoyed with the man’s antics and, was that slurring? Caretaker sighed inwardly, wishing they had a switch to turn off their constantly scanning ‘sick person’ sense.

Taking in their observations before approaching the patient, Caretaker noted the hands were slightly jumpy but there was an obvious incoordination about his whole body. His eyes had a glazed look, and he had a few glasses of juice finished on the table. He went to get up and fell back into his chair, almost like a drunk person. Holding their hand up, Caretaker slid closer and stopped him. “Hey, are you ok?”

The man seemed to take a beat too long to realize someone was talking to him. He muttered something about the bathroom and tried to push past them. They forcibly put their hand out to stop him and he started to get agitated, “just take a minute, let me help you.” He shook his head and said something about being tired. The server came back to refill the coffee, “he must be drunk. So annoying at this time of day.” Caretaker asked how the server knew and she replied “he’s going to the bathroom like, way too often and is drinking so much juice and coffee. Maybe he’s hungover but still drunk I guess? I’m going to have to call security if he doesn’t leave soon. I’ve asked him three times but he doesn’t seem to get it.”

“Ah, you know what I’ll take care of it. I think I can talk him out of here. Cancel my order, sorry.” The server nodded and left while Caretaker looked back to the man who was fidgeting with a sugar packet unsuccessfully. They noted the (now coffee soaked) application papers for one of the mercenary outfits with an office on station. Security would definitely cause problems for his future career. “Ok buddy, why don’t you come with me and get checked out by the doc, yea?”

He shook his head “I’ve gotta go to my interview, doctor tomorrow. My medic said I needed it checked out.” “Needed what checked out?” He tapped his chest “my heart goes fast I think. What time is it?” He started to get up and they helped him, starting to lead him out the door while scrambling to grab the soaked paperwork. They made it out into the main thoroughfare and began trying to weave through the busy day crowd. He suddenly pitched to one side and Caretaker barely kept him upright, “dizzy” he said as he staggered, Caretaker needing both hands to hold him. 

Seeing a garbage can beside them they dropped the paperwork into it hoping no one decided to dig for it later. One arm around his waist and the other holding his arm across their shoulders, they had better control keeping him on track as they navigated the crowds of people coming and going from shops and appointments, deliveries and tourists disturbing the flow of people at times. He started insisting he had to make his appointment and so Caretaker just lied and said that’s where they were going. He was starting to get very anxious and agitated so they were doing all they could to keep him calm (and not attract too much attention). “I need water” he said

“I know we’ll get it in a minute” they replied. “ My appointment, I’ve got to go, got to get there I can’t be late” he rambled. “We’re almost there you’ll be on time.” they assured. 

“I need water. “ He repeated for the umpteeth time. 

Caretaker kept up the dance and the charade of calm and caring and soothing until he said he was going to throw up, “oh no you’re not! Not here. You will hold it until we get there.” Caretaker almost said ‘clinic’ but caught themself. 

Finally, at last, the clinic was in view. In reality it had only taken them 10 minutes to get there, far faster than if they had waited for a medic crew to pick him up. As they approached Caretaker was relieved to see someone open the door for them. “Hey Betty, got a room? Classic high blood sugar I’m sure.”

Getting him into a room (and a tray just in case he upchucked) Caretaker stuck around to keep him in place until the doctor arrived. “Hey Xarandi, yea I’m not thrilled about being back so soon but I couldn’t leave the guy. Sounds like his medic at his last detachment said he needed to be checked out for palpitations, I don’t know when that was. He had an application for a merc outfit here so I assume he’s been putting it off for travel or whatever. Found him in Zulu’s Diner, server said he was drinking juice and coffee like it was going out of style. Bet the guy’s never heard of freaking water before, I swear I’d be out of a job if people just drank more huh? Right so anyway server said he’s going to the bathroom every few minutes, stumbling and slurring his words and thought he was drunk. You’ll notice he’s quite agitated and anxious and I think he’s orientated to person and place and mostly time but he’s definitely not fully alert, you know what I mean? With that I’ll leave the rest to you and try to get some food before I cause a scene somewhere.”

Quickly making their exit, Caretaker breathed a sigh of exasperation into the busy mainfare and used their techniques to keep from shrieking to the ceiling. They decided they would get something to go and head back to their room, screw being in public for the rest of the day. They walked a few minutes towards their favorite takeout spot and stopped suddenly, patting their pockets up and down their body. “AW SHRIPNAL” they cursed, causing a few looks and disapproving noises from passerbyers as they realized they left their reader at the diner. They debated just giving it up, giving everything up, and going back to bed hungry. Begrudgingly, they turned and began trudging back to the diner, dark utterances chanting in their mind. @crash-bump-bring-the-whump gets the prompt credit:  Fuck w your whumpee’s blood sugar, its SO underrated!

#caretakerfic #whump #whump prompt #crash-bump-bring-the-whump #caretaker #whump fic #will they meet again? #yes

[kyloxox]

Sweet Emotions (Sweet Pea x plus size reader)

Warnings: smoking (I DONT ENCOURAGE SMOKING WHAT SO EVER ITS JUST FOR A FIC)

Summary: you were always considered sweet pea’s “girl” but you never really were dating.

Everyone was there to watch the race. Serpents, northsiders, ghoulies. You and Sweet Pea sat perched on his bike, his leather covered arm around your leather covered shoulder, showing everybody that they can’t touch you, that you were his.

Well you weren’t actually his, but you were at the same time. You guys weren’t dating, but everyone knew you were off limits. Sweet Pea claimed you as his “girl” yet you two never talked about dating. The whole situation even had you confused but either way you were happy there at least something between you two.

Yet you didn’t know why Sweet Pea never wanted you guys to be “official.” There was always a thought in the back of your head saying you weren’t good enough, pretty enough, skinny enough. You loved your body, and so did Sweet Pea, but growing in up in riverdale where it seemed like every girl was perfect you couldn’t help but feel like this sometimes.

Soon Cheryl was walking in between the two cars, signaling for the two cars to start racing. As soon as they they sped away, everyone went running in their direction. Seeing them disappear into the road.

Everyone then went back to where they were seated before. You leaned against Sweet Pea’s bike. You were just casually sitting there when non other Reggie Mantel came up to you.

“What do you want Mantel?”

“You’re pretty cute for a big girl.” You rolled your eyes.

“Thanks.” You sarcastically said.

“No I’m serious I’d like to get in that.”

“I’m with-never mind.” you stopped your sentence and huffed knowing you really weren’t with Sweet Pea.

“Sweet Pea?” He asked “you sure about that?” Reggie motioned to Sweet Pea talking to some northside girl, her name was Veronica or something.

“We aren’t together but-“

“Any guy who doesn’t pronounce you to the world, doesn’t care about you.”

“Oh and how do you know?” You asked smirking and giggling.

“Oh well I know how to treat a lady.” He confidently said. You laughed and rolled your eyes. Sweet Pea came out of nowhere pushing Mantel in the back.

“Hey, back off my girl. I’m sure she doesn’t want flees from you bulldog.” Sweet Pea threw his arm around your shoulder.

“Sweet Pea chill out.” You tried to place your hand his chest but he just pushed past you. You rolled your eyes.

“Are you sure she’s yours? A few seconds ago she didn’t seem so sure. Pretty sure she’d rather go with a northsider.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Sweet Pea pulled out his switch blade.

“You heard me. Serpent scum.” Reggie took a step closer to Sweet Pea.

“Oh now you’re in-“

“Sweet Pea take me home.” You growled. He ignored you “now. Or we’re over.” He looked at you angry and pissed.

“The police are here! Guys you need to go!” You all heard Jughead yell. Sweet Pea quickly dragged you to his bike and you hopped on behind him. You were so angry, not really wanting to touch him yet you wrapped your arms around his body as he started his bike and drove off.

You both reached your trailer and Sweet Pea parked his bike. You both went inside, the tension between you two loud and clear.

“What the hell was that?” Sweet Pea sneered.

“Don’t you think I should be the one asking you that.” You snapped back

“You were flirting with that jackass bulldog.”

“Oh yea cause he’s totally the kind of guy I’d flirt with!” You sarcastically said.

“God you can’t flirt with other guys!”

“It’s not like we’re together. All you do is “claim me” yet you don’t want to actually date! I’m sick of it! Ok I get I don’t look like Toni, but why do you always want to keep what have an unspoken thing!”

“I don’t care that you don’t look like Toni or any other northside bitch! I’m sorry ok?”

“Oh I’m sure you are! I don’t even understand why we keep doing this!”

“B-be-because I love you!” Sweet Pea screamed louder than he usually was.

“W-w-what?” You couldn’t believe Sweet Pea said that. He-he loved you. All these thoughts were running through your head, stayed silent. Sweet Pea took it the wrong way and stormed out of your trailer, whispering a quick “just forget I said anything.”

You rushed after him, but he already reached his bike and drove off.

-

“He’s miserable.” Toni said walking with you into the student lounge. As you both walked in you spotted Sweet Pea. He had his arm wrapped around some girl. You looked over at Toni with you eyebrows furrowed.

“He doesn’t seem too miserable to me.” You said as you both walked past him. You went to go sit with Fangs and Jughead as Toni walked over to Sweet Pea.

Toni walked infront of Sweet Pea and immediately slapped him across the face.

“What the hell are you doing?” Sweet Pea placed a hand on the cheek you slapped.

“Ouch?!” Sweet Pea yelled. The girl on his arm gave him and Toni a look of disgust and left the lounge.

“I thought you said you were going to talk to y/n and get back with her!”

“I am!” Toni rolled her eyes. “I’m making her jealous!”

“Oh and how’s that working out for you?” Toni pointed to you, unfazed laughing and talking with Fangs. Sweet Pea growled. He marched over to you. You both made eye contact. He sat down with you guys acting as if everything was normal. Thank god only a few minutes after the bell rang.

You rushed out of the lounge, Sweet Pea rushing to keep up with you. As he turned the same corner you did, you were no where in sight.

-

You were outside under the bleachers skipping your class. You brought a cigarette to your lips. After a few moments of silence you felt a tall figure loom over you. You looked up to face Sweet Pea. Upon seeing his face you blew some smoke in his face causing him to cough. You chuckled as he tried to control his coughing. Soon he stopped and leaned against the chain fence that was behind the bleachers.

''I’m still mad at you.'' Sweet Pea spoke. You brought the cigarette to your lips again and puffed out smoke. Sweet Pea moved his hand in your direction, signaling you to hand the cigarette over to him. He then brought it to his lips.

“Yea of course you are.” You replied. Sweet Pea coughed trying to smoke the cigarette.

‘'I honestly don't understand why you smoke anymore.'' He threw the cigarette on the ground with disgust and stepped on it with his boot. ''You're going to die and then I'll be stuck here alone.'' You rolled your eyes.

''I only smoke like once a week, when I'm stressed. Plus you'll still have Toni and Fangs. Oh and that one girl in the lounge.” You looked over at him smirking, he just rolled his eyes.

''Why are you stressed?”

“I think you know why.” The bell rang signaling class was over. You and Sweet Pea started to walk to your last class of the day. As you guys started to walk to class, you both turned to see the football players and cheerleaders practicing outside.

''You should join the vixens. Your ass would look hot in one of those uniforms.'' Sweet Pea playfully smacked your ass. You nudged him in the shoulder.

“Shut up. I bet you'd look hot in one of those letterman jackets.'' Sweet Pea chuckled.

“Mmmm?” He smirked at you and you just nodded.

“Yep plus it will totally get you in all the vixens pants.” You both laughed.

“Will it get me in your pants?” Sweet Pea said looking at you with glossy eyes as he licked his lips.

“Perhaps. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” You winked. Sweet Pea bit his lip. You both continued to walk, when all of a sudden Sweet Pea grabbed your hand lightly. You looked up at him smiling but he wasn’t looking at you, he was just looking straight ahead. You decided to intertwine your fingers. You saw the corners of his mouth twitch. After months of waiting you finally said the four words Sweet Pea was dying to hear you say.

“I love you too.”

#sweet pea x plus size reader #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x you #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea #riverdale imagine #riverdale season two #riverdale #southside serpents #southside #northside #plus size reader #betty cooper #archie andrews #fangs fogarty #veronica lodge #cheryl bombshell #toni topaz #ghoulies

[cheswirls]

a quick sum-up of che’s future career plans, bc reasons

im halfway through the dive!! anime show that came out this summer season, and i’m having a lot of thoughts, and plus i finished going through all the footage i missed today of skate america while i was at a bball game, and it’s made me realize different things i guess? 

it might be mid-long length so its going under a cut, but to gain intereststart off, this is all about my desire to be an athletic trainer for the usa olympic center at colorado springs, co !

ive been an at(now when you see that abb. you know what it means hah!! not assistant teacher hmm) student since my freshman year of high school, and i’ve loved it a whole bunch. back then i was set on going to columbia U for their writing program, and i wanted to major in graphic design afterwards/during/it wasnt super planned out i was a fr. i didnt know what bfa or mfa stood for yet. it wasnt until end of sophomore year than i thought about being an at for realsies.

but i also still loved gd. so there was a confliction there.

junior year i took a break from working volleyball in the fall and did my one and only year of football and it was terrible primarily bc the team i worked with didnt know how to function as a group and half the group were selfless bitch whores but like thats another storyyy, secondly bc i jus really discovered i didnt care abt football at all. it was mostly for the experience and i gained it and i liked it bc i hung out w a lot of people from helping out w varsity (i was one of two our of the five juniors that had been there since my fr year and was only on jv bc it was my first year w football, but one of the seniors had to work a bunch so when they needed an extra person i was the one w the most experience so i was w them a lot,) point was it was fun!!! and you have fun w ppl you like that you dont work w all the time and i shouldnt say fun bc lots of times it was awful,

basically! it was fun being w the varsity trainers which were the seniors and the other junior that had been around since fr year. volleyball was fun but it had always been a one-at-student-per-team sport , so it was different jus being w other ats that shared the same team and not the same sport(which in the us is made up of at least three different teams, a fr,jv,and varsity). it was a more open environment and so it inspired a lot of talk with the at grad students we had that semester (we got 3-4 every semester in a partnership w the D1 uni in town, it was always cool to hear stories from them!) and anyway i remember talking w a couple of the grads one practice and we were discussing all the different occupations athletic trainers could have, and what they wanted to work with in the future, and the topic veered towards professional sports and the olympics.

i thought it was really cool when we were talking about it, and then we got busy and it flew out of my mind. i dont remember when it came back and became a focus, but sometime before my senior year, i had decided i wanted to work at the olympic level.

real quick i mentioned gd and the struggle, so to bring that into focus, my junior year i took a whole bunch of different tech classes (gd&i, compsci, webtech) and in one of those, i had the opportunity to go to a ... i cant remember what the term was for it, but it was kinda an event for gd students and it had a little competition and stuff, and it was really fun! nd you got a lot of info abt the community college hosting it and i learned their program was really good, so the gd versus at internal struggle continued, and i remember talking to my sponsor teacher (she actually taught all three of my tech classes that year aaa i loved her) about how i didnt know what to do and shit and i dunno what she told me but like, i think she was trying to be encouraging but she basically said it was up to me, like she didnt try and nod me into a direction, that i can recall.

so SOMEHOW bc i honestly cannot remember, by senior year i’ve decided that im gonna jus fuck it and pick BOTH and double major in gd and athletic training. AND i had it all planned out, where i was gonna get a degree in gd and open up an online business, and then go into a masters program for at and then enter into the olympic field. 

by this point creative writing is still cool and a great hobby but i couldnt possibly double major AND have a minor that’d be too much. id still love to take a cw course tho one day.

basically a buncha crazy stuff happened that first semester but by winter break i had an acceptance letter to a uni a couple hours north of home with a good accredited undergrad program (accredited basically means you graduate w a masters in four years so its fasttracked which woulda been great but uh..) and by the time i found out that next semester that they were doing away with the accredited program i was already too emotionally invested to consider panic-switching(panic bc it was february and id already been admitted hah...) but i decided it’d be okay. basically if you dont remember/werent around one of my school’s head ats died in a car crash died around early october ‘16. she went to undergrad where i go now, and i’d talked to her about it september that semester wondering if she knew anything abt their program and uh surprise, she’d done the same program small world. after the funeral in november and a ton of thought i applied there. (november was.. crazy in general last year. rly crazy)

may was when i started adding on sports to the future olympics job, bc i started thinking about it and after finally getting a friend to watch yuri on ice, he started making his was through all of sochi’s figure skating stuff, and then the 2010 vancouver olympics, and i decided i wanted to recap a bit on that too.

the 2010 olympics was really my first experience with figure skating. i’m a west texas gal and so theres not a lot out here to get exposed to, so seeing these best-of-the-best class sports was fun, and the earliest experience i can remember of such. i was in fifth grade so i dont remember a ton, but i do remember being captivated by korea’s yuna kim, who won gold that year in fs. shes an fs legend at this point, so if you’re into figure skating and don’t know who she is, go look her up. you wont be disappointed.

in 2012 was the london olympics. i remember a lot from it, like watching the opening ceremony with my parents and seeing the queen jump out of a helicoptor(which is like,, still cool to this day wow) and being fascinated my michael phelps and all the swimming he did so grandly. it was also my first real exposure to diving. the oldest i could recall anything abt the sport was at a pizza hut somewhere.. in town i think, and i was w my best friend at the time and my mom was there so i think maybe we were on the way back from the lake??? sounds right, i think. and we were talking abt how i always held my nose when i went underwater bc i didnt know how to not get water all up my nostrils and be underwter(and i still dont to this day aha) and she mentioned like, joining a diving team would be cool! would help me get over it and all! and i like recalling it dunno what she was talking abt bc we lived in dirt city nothing so i highly doubt there was or is any sort of diving sport happening. swimming, yeah maybe, there were lessons at pools and bodyworks areas around town, competitive teams im not sure tho, but not diving like at all so??? dunno.

so my next and technically first real experience with it was watching the london olympics. and i thought, wow, this is so neat!! i watched from that one day like the opening events, and i think i was old enough to search online like yea i had a laptop by then so i looked up the schedule for the things i wanted to see most of, and i ended up watching i think most of the diving events (i missed a couple for.. archery, i think? maybe?) and absolutely loving it. iunno what it was, maybe something i never thought i could do?(bc not hold my nose?? while i dove???????? scaryy) but i enjoyed it a bunch.

i was older when sochi was a thing, my 8th grade year. i was able to appreciate things a lot more. when i tuned into events, tony hawk and snowboarding were the main focus, but figure skating was on a lot as well. i had a tv in my room by that point, so if i didnt like what was playing on the main tv, i could go watch another event. i learned a lot of names and faces through that, and so while my bff was watching it our senior year if i was with him id point out skaters and their nationalities and stuff, like yuzuru hanyus always been a modern day household name w figure skating, but i leanred abt him BECAUSE of the sochi olympics, and he was one of the ones i’ve never forgotten. i really really liked it, so much that i watched worlds after, and around the same time my fr year, i tuned in to just the worlds championship again. i didn’t pick up trying to watch grand prix(which is their regular season, for those unaware) season until my junior year, and most of it was day-or-two-late videos from youtube, since the ice channel i think it a paid-for thing (i still dont know much abt it hah) and nothing was on tv otherwise, aside from the skate america event. but since that first time after sochi, ive always been around watching worlds fs near the beg of each year. i’d familiarized myself by senior year with the fs world, and actually,

early (i think march?) of my junior year, i searched up trying to find a figure skating anime at the time. and what did i find?? ginban, the only figure skating anime at the time. i watched like maybe all of one episode, it was abt a girl who shared her body w the ghost of a former figure skater while she was competing in events, and it was.. okay? lackluster, in the animation dept, but it was a 2005 show so.. yeah.

so after that i was like kk that wasnt good lets find another. and i didnt. not yet, anyway. instead, i found an announcement for violet evergarden’s animated adaptation, and yuri on ice, a realistic adaptation of the sport of figure skating. thats bolded bc its important. i found that shit abt yoi before it even had a promo poster, certainly before the pv came around that got everyone hyped up. i found it bc i was looking for figure skating in the first place. in fact, i think when the pv came out and got popular, i didnt even relate it to the upcoming fs anime i’d read about previously. it took me a bit to connect the dots. 

watching yuri on ice at the same time as the gp 2016 season was surreal, but really interesting. i got my bff into it before the second to last episode came out, and i only remember that bc he finally showed any interest when he found something on twitter abt it being gay (newsflash/// hes gay, and before yoi his fav show was no6 bc that was as close as it got. he still rly likes it, we both do, but his solid favc is now definitely yoi. representation matters and all) and was like well now i HAVE to watch it and i was all yes it ends soon so pls. and he watched it twice in a weekend, and thrice before the finale came out, and then a few more times after that, iunno how many times but certainly more thn i have(i went back after the .. maybe ep 10? w/e ending had the after party reveal that changed everything, so i went back to analyze everything before the next ep) and between the week of 11 and finale 12, he started watching the sochi fs competition, and then the 2010 after the show ended w ep 12. 

seeing this great fs show and getting a friend into the world of figure skating really renewed my love for it all. before the semester went out i went back and watched the reruns of the sochi fs stuff. and by may i’d decided i wanted to cosider that to be the sport i worked with.

with diving, it took a similar twist. in the form of the rio 16 olympics. i was all over that shit, i downloaded an nbc app on my phone so i could watch events live while i traveled with volleyball to a tournament in dallas and while i was at practice w them at home and generally jus away from the house and a tv. i planned that shit out had a schedule and everything for what i was watching live, and a lot of it was swimming, but a whoooole lot of live stuff was the diving. 

in the hotel room in dallas the tv would always be on to w/e olympics events were airing at the time, either track or diving tho, one or the other, or recaps. quite a few girls ended up in the room in the evening and we’d all do stuff and watch in passing at the same time, and it was suuuuuper fun. watching the chinese women perform flawlessly and walk away w all the gold was fun, but finding a good commentator to actually say such was a disheartening challenge( one of the most memorable moments w live commentary that year was hearing a woman say of one of the chinese ladies that she’d done better before, after they revealed her personal best score ever like rly cmon be unbiased and jus passionate abt the sport youre covering pls.

ive always been super fond of the diving scene. it may not be as much as fs, but honestly, i wish i grew up in an area w a diving team now, or wish i could try it out now, bc thats how much fun it seems. i still wanna go up to the big city like 30min away from uni and learn to ice skate in the civic center there, but hands down if i had to pick a sport to join tomorrow or die i’d pick diving. 

so also by may, and throughout the culmination of senior year, diving was the second sport on the olympic to-train-for list. you get a five-year contract w the olympics, now i think it’s usa as a whole and i think its by center so say, if i get a job in colorado springs i cant apply in another five years to chula vista or even like lake placid, but iunno for sure. the five-year thing is involved somehow bc i’ve heard it from a physical therapist and trainer-that-works-in-a-sports-med-clinic duo in one body named sarah, who’s been contracted out from the clinic by my high school since junior year also, bc she knows people who’ve worked w the olympics, and then another from church that worked w olympics that knows my family uh iunno how well but i know of him, i think he also works in the clinic as some sort of on-hand surgeon but a diff person than who sarah knew. so its five years somehow and then i’ll take my bfa in gd and open my online business and do that from a studio at home and look after my owl/cat pet combo.

since may, it had been ‘olympics, with either figure skating or diving’. and it stayed that for a long time. now, since a couple weeks ago, and this is again while gp season is happening for fs, its diving. i wanna work w the usa olympic diving team as their team athletic trainer, and i cant do it this summer bc i have to have completed two years of uni, instead of a certain standing, like be a junior, but so NEXT summer, before my senior year of uni, (i came in a sopho so 6 sem only ah) i’m applying for an internship at the center in colorado springs, and that’s the team i hope i work with. 

now i tell people, diving, but if i get offered figure skating, i’ll take it, but diving is the goal now. if i love it and wanna continue professionally, great, i can do that and have an online gd shop. and if i decide i want something different? i’ll work olympics and then join w a professional-level figure skating i actually dunno how it works. coach, and their skater in turn. coach, with multiple skaters under them. a culmination of diff usa skaters. w/e, something in the professional fs world.

and thats uh, thats it! dive has been so much fun to watch, and i realize i talk a lot on here about working w basketball and being an at student in general and the vast majority have no idea what i mean, so hopefully this clarifies. thank you!!

[rikki-the-pon]

Splatoon octoling (male) x Steelhead (female)

7:00 pm a team has just arrived back from a long shift The boat stopped with a sudden halt. Rikki and co had arrived back to grizco inc. "about time, i was starting to miss dry land." Said Danny, a co-worker and freind of Rikki. "You say that every time we dock. shouldn't you be used to this?" Responded Rikki, gathering his gear. Danny gave him a quick glare and proceeded to get off the boat. The port was large with seven Grizzco branded boats docked, each boat identical to the other. "Alright, lets get out of these uniforms and get some crustys, im starving!" Rikki said happily as he rushed to the locker room. As he made his way to the locker room the intercom system in the building switched on. "*kshh.*. Rikki, i need you in the dispatch room now!" said Mr.Grizz in an agitated way. Shocked, Rikki made his way to the dispatch room. upon entering the room the lights flipped on automatically. "wow, this room is a whole lot bigger with only one person in here." he said to himself. He made his way to the front of the room where the bear radio lay. "Im here sir, what did you need?" he said. the radio switched on as if life had come to it. "Ok Rikki, I’ve got a job for you." it said. "You will be heading out to the spawning grounds to repair the sensors, they’ve gone down." the sensors helped track the movement of the salmonids, without them no one would know the location of the salmonids. "Some sensors went down huh? yea easily enough" Rikki responded "Great, now you will be equipped with a grizzco weapon and head out using boat three." the radio explained. "Ok I’ll grab my team an-" before he could finish the radio interrupted. "actually, you'll be solo for this one. its much easier to deploy a single unit rather than a full one." Rikki recoiled in shock. "A solo mission? sir are you tring to get me killed?" he yelled. "calm down, recent reports show that there wont be any activity there, the blaster is just incase." the raido said, without a sense of humanity. "Damn, fine. consider it done sir!" He saluted, and then proceeded to grab the grizzco weapon. "Oh one more thing." the radio said. "Reports have also shown that salmonids have been acting strange, just keep an eye out." Rikki was confused. why send me out if the salmonids are acting strange? he thought as he grabbed the weapon and headed to the docking area. "Hey, there you are!" said Danny standing near the locker room. "Whats up? why are you still in uniform? come on get changed!" she said. "ah sorry, Grizz wants me to do something so im going to be here longer." he explained. Rikki was the kind of guy to get his job done no matter the situation, so when Grizz asks him to do something Rikki cant refuse. "ok, just don’t work too hard." she said sadly. Rikki smiled and said "Oh don’t worry about me, ill be fine." the two laughed, and with that he headed towards the boat. "oh boy, what have i gotten my self into now" he said as the boat headed out. 7:30 pm undisclosed location code name "spawning grounds" *splosh* the anchor dropped into the water. Rikki sighed "Welp, time to get to work.". He did one last equipment check, making sure everything responded, and superjumped to the area. He landed with a thud, "i swear, that landing gets harder and harder every day." he said. as he looked around he could see the problem right away, the basket sensor had been completely ripped out. there where claw marks around it, something wanted it destroyed. Rikki flipped the safety off his blaster. "what ever did that, it knew exactly what it wanted." He started to repair, or at least attempt to repair, the sensor when a chill went down his spine, something was watching him. He sprang up, blaster in hand, to find nothing. There wasn’t any thing around him. "oh man, im losing it." he said nervously "ok, focus. the sooner you get this finished the sooner you can get out of here." he reassured him self. Rikki was afraid of the unknown, if he didn’t know what was there it completely terrified him. About ten minutes pass, Rikki successfully repaired the sensor. "see, nothing happened, s-so stop being so damn nervous!" he said to him self in an attempt to calm himself. He picked up his blaster and proceeded to the next sensor that was near the three bridges. "oh, yay. i get to work right where salmonids can appear." Moaned Rikki. the sensor was located on the middle bridge near the center. As he worked, the sense of being watched came back. "No, its nothing Rikki, you're going to kill your self from stress." he said just after he said that, a huge shadow appeared over him. his heart sank, he slowly turned to see a steelhead staring at him. "oh no..." he said quietly. the beast just starred at him, like it was thinking. Rikki reached for his blaster when the beast slammed down, pinning him under its body. Unable to move, Rikki went into full panic mode. squirming and yelling in an attempt to get away. he was so panicked that he didn’t even try to go octo to slip out. Again, the beast just starred at him, unfazed. "W-WELL ARE YOU GOING TO KILL ME?" He shouted. "COME ON!! DONT KEEP THE DEVIL WAI-!!!" he was cut off by the steelhead removing his lower clothing. Out of confusement, Rikki looked up at the steelhead face, and then he knew exactly what was happening. "Reports have also shown that salmonids have been acting strange..." the memory of the radio echoed in his mind. "This cant what he meant, is it?" he thought. by then the steelhead had stripped Rkki of his clothes, leaving only his upper clothing on. The clothing hadn’t been ripped off, it was carefully removed. His dick layed there, exposed to the world. Rikki blushed, he knew what was next. "well come on, lets get this over with." He said in a nervous yet stern voice. As if it was responding, it moved its head down to Rikki's now exposed dick. it wrapped its tongue around the shaft of his dick. it was warm and soft. "Ah! its so w-warm and soft." He said. the steelhead began to stroke his dick with its tongue, moving slowly. every part of Rikki's dick was massaged by it "Holy sh-it! i don’t think i can-" as if responding the steelhead embraced his entire dick. "Ah-fuck!!" he said slamming his head back from the sensation. the steelhead made a low growl noise, similar to judds purring sound. looking up at the steelhead, Rikki could tell it wasn’t over yet. it removed its overall like clothing to reveal a large and wet vagina. "Oh, you're a she" Rikki responded in shock. she then moved her way up Rikki's body until the two parts met. He could feel the heat from her. the two could no longer look at each others faces with ease, but something told Rikki, the steelhead had a happy expression. She moved down, slowly engulfing his dick. “Ah! It’s even warmer on the inside!” he said trying to control himself. The steelhead once again made a purring like noise, but this time it was more noticeable. She started to move slowly, her insides massaging every part of his dick. “God damn, it f-feels so g-ood.” She started to increase speed. Rikki could see the drool from her “heh, looks like someone’s enjoying this.” She purred, as if saying “you bet!”. She slow increased her speed, getting more into it. “Oh God, I cant~!” Rikki said, trying not to yell. “ah~♡” He unloaded himself into her. She purred. They then sat there for a few moments panting, For Rikki it seemed like forever. She proceded to get off of him, and started to put her clothing back on, Rikki was barely able to stand. "that was something " Rikki said almost stumbuling, he was saved by the giant brute. She handed him his clothing, gave him a sloppy kiss right on the mouth. "You know, if you all are this freindly then i might have to quit my job." he said still trying to recover. She then proceded to make, what could lossly be described as a smile and dissapered into the murky water. confused, Rikki inspected his clothing. to his surprise the clothing had been fine, no signs of cuts or anything. He shook his head and proceeded to put his gear back on. “uh, ok so, that happened… what exactly do I tell grizz? No way he’d believe me…” he said weighing his options. He decided to finish his job and get out of there, after all he was assigned to repair those sensors. 8:17 grizzco inc boat, outside spawning grounds. Rikki had just landed on the boat. “ok, let’s get home" he said flipping the auto pilot on. All grizzco employees are to wear a camera for insurance reasons, luckily for Rikki the camera was on his hat, it varys from employee to another. he took off his hat and pluged the camra into the on board computer, wich was pretty shity. it took 5 minutes just to boot up, not to mention the lag once on. “ok, let’s see why she acted like this." he said pulling up the file. "I’ve got a feeling that wont be the last I see of her…” he said looking out onto the ocean. "Heh... not that i would mind..."

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