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gojorgeous · 5 months

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"business or pleasure?"

pairing: gojo x fem!reader summary: the gojo clan decides it’s time to secure an heir… and you’re the lucky woman selected for the job… content: HEAVY breeding, arranged marriage, language, praise, dacryphilia, p->v, fingering, mating press, a lil’ blood (if you squint), pet names, implied multiple rounds, gojo just generally being a menace, no established relationship, reader and gojo literally just met, reader is literally there for the purpose of getting pregnant, positive pregnancy test at the end, ideas of women as baby incubators :x, consent king gojo. wc: 3.7k a/n: I HAVE RETURNED!!! Hey!!!!!! Long time no see, babes. I was looking at my account and I haven’t posted a fic in *cough* TWO YEARS. There is simply no way that’s real 😭 Anyway, I’ve returned with something slightly different: A Gojo fic. You’re welcome. Mwah. Also, please send messages I miss y'all. happy new year bbs. and remember, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!

It’s only your third time in Japan. The first had been to visit family friends when you were eight, the second for a girls’ trip after you graduated college. You liked it. Tokyo was bright and busy and full of shops and things to do. The countryside always offered beauty and peace. But this third time was different. No shopping, no temples, no amusement parks. You were here for business, not pleasure.

You run a finger along the edge of a mahogany bookshelf. Your feet are killing you, a flick of your ankles tossing your heels across the room. Your nose wrinkles when you land on a particular title. The Art of War? Interesting choice… You scan the other books, and your brows rise when you find a strange combination of academics, young adult, manga, and high fantasy? A multi-genre reader, then…

You absentmindedly rub at the arch of your foot, pushing out the ache as best you can. A day so full of stress has left you weary. Your mother hadn’t stopped hovering until the moment you’d escaped into your car, a new husband on your arm.

You sigh. You could still hear the shower running along with said husband humming loudly to a tune you didn’t recognize. At least your groom wasn’t shy.

A glance toward the bed has your brows raising. Were those… squishmallows? One looked like a shark, the other like a… sushi? You press your lips together, avoiding a laugh he would surely hear. You make your way to the mattress, sighing when you finally get to sit. You pull the sushi into your arms, hugging the pillow to your chest, but it no longer seemed so funny anymore. You had bigger things to think about. Your legs press together in a mix of anticipation and anxiety. All the way from America you’d come to marry the Gojo heir. It had been a rushed arrangement. Apparently, the Gojo clan had finally put their foot down and decided their heir should finally get to the business of making another heir. There’d been a search far and wide for the best match and somehow, they’d settled on you. An accomplished sorcerer yourself and abilities in your blood that only strengthened those of the Gojo line, you’d been an suitable pick. It didn’t hurt that you were young, healthy, and (upon a trip to a renowned fertility clinic) proven to be very fertile.

Your parents had been oh-so eager to accept the Gojo clan’s proposition. The Gojo heir’s power hadn’t been matched in nearly 400 years. Any and every family would jump at the opportunity to be tied to them, especially through marriage and heirs. You were surprised you’d been chosen considering all of the options there must have been.

Satoru seemed… fine, you thought. You hadn’t had much time to talk with him privately. The first time you’d met had been on a phone call with both of your sets of parents present and the next had been at the altar. At one point in the night he’d asked a waiter to refill your wine glass and he’d been a rather good dancer. Other than that, you’d been pulled apart at all odds and ends until you’d come back here: his apartment.

You’d expected something a little more lavish for your wedding night, especially considering the spectacle that your wedding had been. Ice sculptures, thousand dollar bouquets, and diamond encrusted wedding rings had turned to an elegantly decorated bachelor pad. A glance around revealed a space that was obviously lived in, with odd mixes of $10,000 dollar chairs and… squishmallows.

You sink onto the edge of the bed, eyes peeling over the half-moons of your nails and the heavy gems that now sit on the fourth finger of your left hand. They are a weight you feel the pressure of. A pressure to live up to expectations, to produce a much-desired product.

A door opens down the hall and you realize the pounding of water and the lilting of a hum has ceased. Your husband is done with his shower.

A few seconds later he reveals himself, prancing down the hallway and into his bedroom like it’s just another Tuesday and not his wedding night. A plush blue towel is slung low around his waist and from the rivulets of water running all over his body you judge that he hadn’t even taken the time to properly dry off. Not that you mind.

You’d known your new husband was beautiful but you’d never imagined he’d be so… so goddamn seductive.

Washboard abs, toned arms, sculpted back, wet hair and icy eyes… he was the image of a god.

“Sorry for making you wait. I really needed that.”

Gojo prods at his temples, eyes squished shut in what looked like a moment of pain. You’d heard of this problem from the clan. He hadn’t worn his blindfold all day for the sake of the wedding. It was no wonder the effects were catching up with him.

“No problem.”

A small smile reveals just a few blinding teeth and you could swear your vision went out for just a moment.

“You hungry?”

You arch a brow. The man had eaten two full plates and practically half the cake not yet an hour ago.

“Can’t say that I am.”

“Hm.”

He nods and you watch as he plucks a stray candy off his bedside table, tossing the wrapper to the floor.

“So, uh-” You watch the butterscotch bulge in his cheek. “You really wanna do this?”

You glance at your half-naked husband who is practically a walking temptation. You take a breath. He’s standing so casually, as if this is a normal conversation to be having and not something life-altering.

“You don’t?” you ask.

All that gets you is a shit-eating grin.

“Never said that.”

You can’t help the smirk that crawls across your lips.

“Well, we might as well get it over with, no?”

Another flash of pearly whites.

“Get it over with, hm?”

You miss his meaning, pulling at a loose thread on the bedspread.

“It shouldn’t take much effort. I’m on so many fertility meds you could probably spit on me and I’d get pregnant.”

You pick at the thread a little more, biting your lip when you realize it’s one of those strands that’s infinite.

“That so?”

You jolt when a speck of wetness lands on your cheek. A quick glance reveals a fuzzy blue towel far too close for comfort. A half-naked Gojo is a whole lot closer than he’d been just seconds ago. How is he so quiet?

Blue eyes bore into yours, water dripping down white strands and onto your skin. He’s so damn tall. He has your neck craned all the way back just to meet his gaze.

“Yes.” You swallow. “It was part of our prenup.”

Dazed. You’re absolutely dazed.

“Well, we probably shouldn’t risk breaking a legally binding contract, hm?”

Closer. He’s coming closer. Too close.

You lean back, scooting yourself up the bed in a feeble attempt to get a little more space, your emotional support sushi tumbling to the floor. He follows right after you.

Something primal thrusts through your veins at the sight of a man, sopping wet and smirking, crawling after you, some mix of teasing and pure drive hidden in his eyes. Gojo doesn’t stop, not until you’re nearly pressed against the headboard and his arms cage your waist. Close. Too close.

You’d thought he would have dried a bit by now, but water still slicks off his skin and hair, showering you lightly. You shiver and your husband notices. His tongue darts out to lick his lips and you get a breath of the sweetness of butterscotch and mint toothpaste.

“You say stop,” he breathes, “and we stop.”

He leans closer, so close you can smell the eucalyptus and myrrh of his shampoo, the musk of his body wash, the candied sweetness of his breath. Those piercing blue eyes flit to your lips and back up again.

A breath, a pause.

“Stop?” he asks. His eyes are piercing.

You shake your head.

“Go.”

Lips, teeth, tongue. All of it hits you at once. For a moment you’re too shocked to respond, but then his weight is leaning on you and his hand is on your waist and his mouth tastes like candy and- and then you’re kissing him back.

A heavy hand digs into the flesh of your waist and your hands find a patch of damp white hair to tangle in.

He tastes good- too good and when a deft hand guides you down to the mattress you start to think that this whole baby-making business might not be so bad after all.

Teeth knock, tongues touch, and you are on the edge of what would have been a particularly throaty moan when he pulls away.

His attention shifts elsewhere, kisses trailing down your neck and hands straying to your hips.

“Have you-” a kiss to your collarbone. “Done this before?”

You freeze.

“What?”

Gojo raises his head a bit and the most irritating kind of smirk plays on his lips.

“Don’t know- thought maybe this was a virgin for your super rich husband kinda thing?”

You shove his head back down.

“Shut up.”

He chuckles and the sound vibrates against your skin.

“Okay, sp no need to go slow then…”

His lips continue their assault, brushing and grazing over your skin until it lifts with goosebumps. Your breaths come a little faster, a little heavier and you gasp when his hand curls beneath the hem of your skirt.

“Oh? What’s this?” His fingers brush against the garter that rests at the top of your thighs. Your cheeks heat. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why had you agreed to wear the damn thing? You reach down, hoping to quickly rid yourself of the scrap of fabric before you can become oven more mortified. You’re just about to clamp down on it when Gojo catches your wrist. “Ah, ah. No need to be so hasty.” Your hand is easily pinned down to the mattress and, for some reason, you don’t fight it.

Your breath catches when your skirt lifts only for Gojo to dive beneath it without a second thought. You feel his teeth grazing across the skin of your thigh.

“Gojo-” you breathe, squirming.

His head reappears suddenly, another one of those mischievous grins gracing his lips. “Satoru when I’m about to be inside you, baby.”

He disappears again and you gasp and wiggle when you feel his tongue laving across the inside of your thigh.

His teeth graze you again, but this time they clamp down on the garter and you feel it slowly sliding across your skin, down, down, past your knee and eventually to your ankle where Satoru finally yanks it past your foot with a final tug.

You stare at him, wide eyed and lustful. That had to have been one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen.

Satoru plucks the garter from his teeth and dangles it in front of his eyes. It’s a white, lacy little thing that matches the shade of his hair. He’s grinning again when he slides it onto his wrist like a bracelet– no, like a trophy.

“Thanks for the present.” He’s still grinning, still staring, his fingers still fiddling with the hem of your skirt. “How attached are you to this dress?” he asks.

You blink, swallowing nervously, unable to break away from his gaze. It’s too strong, too mesmerizing. “Not… attached at all,” you manage. It’s true. Somebody else picked it out, and you’ve only been wearing it for about an hour– and it’s not like you can’t just buy a new one now with access to the Gojo bank accounts.

His grin somehow grows even wider. “Good girl. Just what I wanted to hear.”

There’s a splitting sound and suddenly your dress is tearing straight down the middle. It’s slow and controlled and you wonder if he’s practiced at this or if his strength is just that regulated. You find yourself hoping it’s the latter.

The dress is ripped from your skin and you see it land somewhere across the room. You hear something shatter along with a thud, but Satoru seems anything but worried, so you ignore it.

You’re bare in just your undergarments, a lacy white set that you’re now half proud of and half embarrassed by.

Satoru whistles and his hands settle on your waist. “Damn, baby. Why’d you keep all this hidden for so long?”

You scoff, your confidence surging. You reach for him, grabbing a scruff of hair at the back of his neck and pulling him close. “You’re the one taking your sweet time, Toru.”

The sound of the nickname on your lips makes him shiver and you smirk triumphantly.

“Hmm…” is all he says as his fingers trail lower, lower, lower, until they’re dipping beneath the band of your panties. It’s somewhere between tortuous and ticklish and you squirm. “Ah, ah. Hold still for me, now.” He presses one hand to the valley between your breasts, holding you down as his other hand continues lower. When his thumb finds the wet spot on your panties and presses down your back arches and your breath escapes.

He chuckles. “Little needy, aren’t you?” His thumb moves a little higher, grazing your clit, and you whimper.

With one deft movement he unclasps your bra, tossing it aside. You register for just a moment that your chest is now completely bare, but soon enough his mouth is closing around your nipple and all else is forgotten.

“S-Satoru!” you whisper. Your voice feels hoarse, even if it has no reason to be.

His thumb continues its assault between your thighs. “So wet already, baby…” He sounds ecstatic. The grin on his lips makes you whine. “Let’s get these out of the way…” Before you know it, you hear more tearing and then cold air hits your cunt. You cry out when Satoru’s thumb returns to its ministrations, but this time there’s no cloth barrier to dull the sensation. Your hands push out and your nails curl into his bare shoulders. You need him closer.

“Satoru…” you breathe. “Kiss me…”

That shit-eating grin returns, but he follows your command. “As my wife wishes.”

When lips meet yours it’s hot and messy. Your nails claw down his back and you’re sure you’re leaving marks. If he minds, he certainly doesn’t show it.

His thumb continues at your clit as a finger prods at your entrance. When he slides in slowly, you gasp. He murmurs something about you being so sensitive, and proceeds to quickly find that gummy spot inside you that makes you see stars. Before you know it he’s adding a second finger and soon your hips are rocking against his thrusts, meeting his pace as you chase your high.

“God, you’re so wet.” he whispers against your lips. True to his word, he’s been kissing you, never letting up in his attack on your mouth. “Bet you taste like fucking heaven.”

You whine, your hips stuttering against his hand. “G-Gonna… I’m–”

He grins again, and pulls away just enough to meet your gaze. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.” Your eyes flutter shut, your head rolling back– “Nuh, uh. Keep those eyes open. Wanna see every second.”

Your breaths flutter and you whimper loudly, the sound bouncing on the walls. You’re not sure why you listen, why you fight to keep your eyes open, locked on him, but you do. Maybe you’re afraid he’ll pull away and leave you wanting… or maybe you just want to please him.

You feel your muscles clenching in your stomach, hear the sloppy sounds of Satoru’s fingers thrusting in and out of you, see the gleeful anticipation in his eyes. His thumb rubs a particularly delicious circle around your clit and you feel yourself thrown over the edge.

You can’t help but be loud. You hold his gaze the whole time, whimpering and whining his name as you gush all over his sheets. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching, holding him inside, desperate to be filled. You hear him panting above you, like watching has somehow taken his breath away.

“Good girl,” he whispers and you feel a second wave of pleasure ripple through you.

You feel weak by the time your orgasm leaves you. Your muscles are limp and your cunt is so sensitive that you flinch when Satoru removes his fingers. He brushes a tear from the corner of your eye and you watch as he brings his sopping fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices clean. He moans, a deep throaty sound, like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. You watch his eyes roll back in his skull, watch his throat bob as he swallows. Your lips part at the sight.

His fingers fall from his mouth with a pop and his grin returns.

“Just like I thought,” he says. “Heaven.”

He’s back on you in a second, licking a stripe from your collarbone to just beneath your ear. His hips slot between your own and a strong hands hook around the backs of your thighs, pressing your knees to your chest. You whimper. You don’t think you’ve ever felt so completely and utterly exposed.

“On to the main event, yeah?” The twinkle in his eye has your heart racing even faster. His fingers catch the towel that is somehow still wrapped snugly around his waist. With one tug, it’s gone and your mouth is watering in anticipation.

Your jaw drops lower, if it’s even possible. He’s… huge. Long and pretty with veins that you know are going to rub just right. His tip is pink and leaking, ready.

“Satoru, it won’t–”

His lips connect to your pulse, licking and sucking when you feel him prodding at your entrance. “It’ll fit, baby.”

He slides himself through your folds, gathering your juices and torturing you every time his tip bumps your clit. By the time he’s finally lining himself up, you’re practically begging.

The first push is heaven. You’re both moaning when he prods past that first tight ring of muscle and you’re gasping, crying out his name and clawing at his back. He keeps pushing, filling you inch by inch until he’s pressed snugly against your cervix. You thank him aloud when he pauses, giving you a moment to adjust to his size, to the feeling of being filled to the absolute brim. He only kisses the tears from your cheeks.

The first thrust has you seeing stars, little white spots clouding your vision. The second has your nails embedding in his skin hard enough to draw blood. He doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, it has him moving faster, grunting in your ear and whimpering your name.

“Sooo… f-ahh-ucking t-tight…” he whispers.

A hand slides between your sweaty bodies, a thumb rubbing familiar circles against your swollen clit. You cry out, clenching down like a vice.

“F-Fuck, princess.”

His thrusts rock your body and the sound of skin slapping skin echoes in the air. You feel that familiar coil begin to form, to heat at your core. Your muscles tighten and your legs begin to shake.

“Atta girl. Cum on my cock, baby.”

You whimper at the praise, at the incessant rubbing of your clit, at the relentless pounding of your cervix. It’s all too much, too good.

“Satoru…” you cry. Your legs burn and ache. Satoru has your knees pressed so tightly to your chest you’re afraid something might snap. It only adds to the tension beginning to unravel at your center. You feel as if you’re burning, as if you’re going to snap– and then you do. Heat unravels beneath your skin and your mouth falls open in a silent cry. Your legs tremble and your toes curl and you vaguely hear your husband whispering a mix of curses and praises in your ear. You’re still lost in the sensation when he starts groaning and you feel him flooding your insides with shallow thrusts close to your cervix, filling you with rope after rope of his hot cum. You’re still panting when you finally regain your mind. Satoru’s still on top of you, completely limp with his head buried in your neck. You curl a hand into his hair, silently holding him close. That was some of the most mind-blowing sex you’ve ever had. You smirk. Yeah, maybe this baby-making business wasn’t going to be so bad.

You shiver when you feel Satoru licking and sucking at your skin. There’s a tenderness in the action that makes you pull him closer. He hasn’t even pulled out yet, but you can already feel him hardening inside you, ready for another round.

“Think it stuck?” he asks. You smirk and answer with a breathy laugh.

“Don’t know.” Silently, you think that there’s no way it didn’t. You can feel his cum dripping down your thighs and there’s just so much of it.

He lifts his head, eyes bright and sparkling even in the dim light. He grins. “Guess we’d better make sure.”

With the rate at which Satoru fucks you it’s no surprise when you get two positive little pink lines a few week later. You tell Satoru by unceremoniously dropping the test in front of him while he’s drinking his morning coffee. He only grins and kisses you before he bends you over the counter, whispering something about needing to show you how appreciative he is when he slides inside you. The next morning you wake to Satoru’s lips on yours, a brand new credit card, and a new car in the driveway, fitted with all of the newest safety features (only the best for his wife and baby, he says). You sigh and smile when you see it. Yeah, this whole baby-making business definitely wasn’t so bad.

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nazrigar · 7 months

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Weretober 2023 - Part 2: Lives of the Werebeasts of Urvara

And now, to cap off Weretober 2023, the final batch exploring the lives of Werefolk in my setting of Beast Fables. From assassins to soldiers to ronin to nasty diseases, there are many sides to being a werebeast in Urvara!

A famous Were-Tarantula Hawk assassin readies for combat against a berserker were-shrew.

A were-sea lion stumbles upon a rare find: a black pearl! Surely this will give her clan honor! Unbenkowest to her however, she is being watched by a couple of merfolk. The Mer-tiger shark wants to "deal" with her, to keep their society a secret, but the Mer-octopus urges caution instead.

For most people, a person's animal form is either from one parent or the other. In much rare cases however, one could get an animal form that's a hybrid of their parents's beast form! Walter Raja Surrey here is a Liger, and has all of the hybrid's advantages, without the myriad of health problems associated with them!

A member of the last group of Were-Diprotodons shows an archeology student and an art history student an example of a hunting boomerang, otherwise known as a karli. Alongside being both a great example of art and a useful tool, it's big enough to double as a club.

A werefox succumbs to that most feared of diseases among were-mammal kind, rabies. Certain were-folk, like werebirds can fight off the disease, while others like were-crocodilians seem to be immune to almost anything.

A were-rhinoceros beetle gets treated for cordyceps. While not the lethal, muscle and nervous system hijacker of their wild counterparts, it still hurts, and requires immediate attention, lest it begins to interfere with the magics governing transformation as well as tissue damage.

A traveling group of were-elephantines, including a mammoth. While giants to a regular person, they themselves are dwarfed by the creator of the roads they travel upon, called the Titan Roads. These roads were built by Were-sauropods.

A turbulent priest preaches the cause for justice, and the betterment of society as a whole. A priest of the Ten Faced God, he dons the silver and black to denote his devotion to the face of Justice.

A were-raccoon dog ronin thought his speed and agility would win the day against the lumbering were-eremotherium, who himself is in service of a large empire known as Tartessos (basically Not!Spain). The risk the ronin took was calculated, but BOY was he BAD at math!

And finally, the classic Werewolf. A Durroyan werewolf charges with a bayonet, steely determination in his eyes and faith that discipline will win the battle through. A Gevaudanois werewolf counter charges with tooth, claw and sabre in hand, confident that courage and ferocity will win the day.

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yowyowyaoi · 6 days

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Itachi's Daily Texts from the Akatsuki, Part Two

From Kakuzu

Won't be as effective if you don't get some damn sleep.

You need to stay off of it for at least a week. I'll explain to Nagato.

How you choose to live (and die) is your own business.

Well tell him to take it easy with you. Your stamina isn't up for "extracurricular activities" like that, brat.

I'm aware. I'll deal with him later.

If you don't wish to pay it then use a candle instead of that lamp.

Once again, GO TO BED.

Your sweets consumption is appalling.

Of the three of you, I'm not sure which one worries me more. Four counting Tobi.

A gengetsu where all I have to do is sit still and money flies into my lap. Birthday present.

Your worst is likely STILL superior to his "best".

Rent is due. Utilities as well.

From Sasori

I swear your stubbornness rivals even that of Deidara's sometimes.

I'm working on a new remedy that should still the pain for much longer periods of time.

If you don't take better care of it I'll be forced to amputate. And as a warning, once I start with body modifications I find it very, very hard to stop.

SLEEP.

With as bad as your breathing sounds? The enemy would hear you coming from a mile away!

Eternal doesn't mean eternal patience.

I told him to behave himself with you or I'll take away his clay.

I wish I could help more. I truly do, child.

My thanks for the book, I'll return it within the week.

I'll admit I've thought about it but I'm not sure the sharingan would translate as well aesthetically in wood as it does in human flesh.

From Hidan

Prove it.

Mine's shorter but it's better. Not so greasy.

You'd be healed from everything if you just prayed to Jashin!!

It's a. Fucking. Fishing pole. He has like fifty! Why's he making such a big deal out of ONE?!

I did it and I'm NOT sorry.

Shit ain't my business but really isn't he too big for your sick-ass body?

Can't even tell you man.

It's not my deal but blondie looks cute as fuck when we go. Tell him I said that and I'll cut off your balls with my scythe.

You're like a fucking vampire dude. You NEVER SLEEP!

When I tried saying it Kakuzu almost knocked my head off my damn neck.

Stop being so gay and come with us. It's not like you've got shit else to do that day!

Whatever asshole.

I would rock your fucking world and I wouldn't break your ass in half like shark-dick.

Just use your creepy eyes and put him to sleep first! All we gotta do is cut off like two inches and he'll freak so bad he'll have a heart attack!

You know what? I'm gonna lend you my Jashin bible. One you read it you'll see I'm right about everything I keep telling you!

From Zetsu

You hurt his feelings, child. He said you're the only ones left of your clan and you never wish to spend time with or even speak to him.

I can smell it coming from your pores.

Time is merely an illusion.

These trips to Konoha are proving quite lengthy ...

You should probably lay low for a bit. Kakuzu finally received the credit card bill for all of those tea and dango shops.

That's a lovely idea but I doubt ALL of us could go to one place without causing some chaos.

There is no heaven and no hell. There is simply NOW, and whatever realities we choose to create for ourselves.

I believe he's started to think of himself as being your "big brother". Could be either good or bad for you.

From Deidara

Art absolutely IS a "life necessity". Heathen.

As good as friends as two assholes can be, right?

Mine got softer since I started using the eggs. It's slimy but after it sets in, it's really great.

If I wasn't goofy about Danna and EVERY OTHER man in the world died, then maybe.

Should you really be drinking?

Maybe if you went to sleep! Fucking hell you're creepier than a vampire!

Yeah but if I DID like girls I bet I'd get more than you!

I just don't get why he wears it? He's hot as FUCK without it.

Would Kisame get mad if I asked him if he wanted to come with us to the aquarium?

Just get Konan to do it. She's nice and has soft hands.

Hidan wants to but I'd rather stay home.

Yeah I could teach you but yours wouldn't explode so what's even the point??

From Konan

Thank you! I can't believe you noticed! <3

You need the fresh air, come with me for a walk.

Don't listen to him ok?

Yes and no. More so "yes".

I wish I had the time for it.

I'm almost done with that book, you have the sequel right?

It's like every single particle of dust on the road just magically finds it's way into my hair.

If you're trying to avoid back pain, I'd advise against it.

Not that I don't appreciate them but ... did you go out at one in the morning to pick them?

He talks too loud and I've already got a headache.

Thanks for letting me borrow it, Nagato's hair is much healthier now.

From Tobi/Obito

You think THAT was bad?? Try BATHING the son of a bitch!!

You, me, and Sasuke could do it though. It would be more powerful than any clan that ever existed.

Just because it tasted good did NOT mean you needed to eat that many in one sitting!

I applaud the idea but with as weak as you are right now I don't see how it could work.

He's taller than you now. Still with the short hair though.

I can see I was wrong in criticizing Fugaku's parenting style because you ARE a handful, little cousin.

Four hours of uninterrupted sleep would do you a world of good.

Why should I give that up?? It's absurdity to think that an UCHIHA has a PUPPET as a romantic rival!!

It gets so hot and itchy under this thing.

A vacation somewhere warm and quiet would be nice.

Your idea of atonement is even more fucked-up than mine.

No but HE said I had to.

I'm honestly surprised nobody has tried to kill him yet.

I wish it was so. I truly do.

It's loud but you have to admit it's better than being alone.

Come and eat.

Depends on what your definition of "helpful" is.

From Kisame

Did you eat something yet?

Did you get any sleep last night?

Come here, I drew you a bath with lavender oil.

Can I help that I legitimately worry over you?

Just a snack? Just so you have something in your stomach? Please?

The water is warm and gentle and I bet a swim would cheer you up.

I forgot how much energy they have, I ran myself ragged trying to keep up with them!

Then come let me brush that beautiful hair of yours.

I understand. I don't agree but I get it.

Then just let me kill them. Problem solved.

Come on, please, just one quick little nap. An hour max.

They invited us but I know you don't really like red meat so I said no.

Fortunately MY bed is VERY warm and cozy. Come and see.

It might shock you to learn that there are other foods besides dango and tea.

You shouldn't even have to ask, that was 1000% Deidara.

There are other, and perhaps more interesting, ways of building your stamina. <3

Never imagined that one day I'd want something like this, but here we are.

Is it a little one or a big one? If it's small just take a deep breath and use your shoe.

I love you as well but dammit brat you'll be the death of me for sure!

#kisaita #itachi uchiha #AkatsukiDailyTextsPartTwo #text messages with the akatsuki #texting #kisame hoshigaki #konan #kakuzu #hidan #deidara #sasori #tobi #obito uchiha #zetsu #nagato uzumaki

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leahnardo-da-veggie · 1 month

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OC Questionnaire tag!

thank you @drchenquill for the tag! Gonna use Hans-el, who is going to be extremely pissed off by most of the questions haha

Are you named after anyone?

"You noticed my name is not typical of my people, I see. My father had an infatuation with mortal cultures, and my mother, may her ectoplasm soak the earth, thought the silly little folk-tale about the brother and sister quaint. Shame she did not have a chance to give me a sister. What a sight that would have been, two spirit siblings with human names."

When was the last time you cried?

"Has Hash been going around tattling on me? I am the great Spirit Emperor. I do not cry. Last night was but a... fluke. As were the nights before it."

Do you have kids?

"Do I look like I want a usurper of my throne? Of course I do not. Nor would I ever want one. My bloodline ends with me, as it should. Better to go out with a bang than a whimper."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"I am far too sweet and kind a man to do that. Of course I do. What better way is there to get my advisors' braids in a twist? I do try to avoid using it on Hash, though. Now there's a darling who's truly far too sweet and kind for that."

What's the first thing you notice about people?

"Their magic, by and large. The kind of mage they are tells me the kind of person they are. 'Tis the magicless that are the ones I am often wary of. Those tend to conceal hidden depths, and of the shark-infested sorts."

What's your eye colour?

"My people call it iil'kalre, or autumn-leaf gold. Honestly I prefer yellow. There is nothing poetic about eyes, except their taste."

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Believe it or not, I prefer a happy ending. The sort where the hero trying to save her family does, in fact, succeed against all odds. Those sorts of stories inspire hope, and I like hope. It is fun to crush."

Any special talents?

"You know, those who ask uncomfortable questions should be prepared to receive uncomfortable answers. I am Spirit Emperor, the closest thing to a god in this day and age. Let us leave it at that."

Where were you born?

"What sort of question is that? In my home-clan, obviously. If you meant to ask me where my clan lay, it was in the Celitane forest. The Godhuntress destroyed it long ago, and what remains is merely bad memories and death."

Do you have any pets?

"Do human children count? If so, I had one a while back. She is all grown up now, but I still visit her from time to time. She gives me special rates on smuggling artifact in from Luxatia."

What kind of sports do you play?

"I do not play sports, though I practice some forms of martial arts. 'Tis rather unbecoming of a gentleman, but absolutely necessary for an Emperor."

How tall are you?

"How well can you survive a fall off a mountain? Those two may well be the same question, if you continue prodding me. And for the record, foresters are simply less vertically inclined than mountainers. There is nothing peculiar about my height."

What was your favourite subject in school?

"School? Do I look like a woman to you? Egalitarian though we are, even the foresters did not educate males. Today's boys are fortunate beyond belief."

What is your dream job?

"When I was a little boy, I wanted to showcase curios, in one of those museum humans seem so fond of. But I am Spirit Emperor, and the only way one leaves that post is with their ectoplasm returned to the earth."

Tagging @rivenantiqnerd, @pluppsauthor, @beloveddawn-blog, @kaylinalexanderbooks and open tag!

#writing #writeblr #Tag games

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onetoomanyyy · 2 months

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Splatbands Idol AU Part 3 - C-Side as Deep Cut

Kikura, Beika and Uotora make up the group C-Side, part time idols and full time bandits who fill Splatsville with a chaotic and heavy sound that the masses can’t get enough of. They take a lot of pride in their home of the Splatlands and are known to be quite protective of their turf, not hesitating to go after other bands if they believe they’re encroaching on C-Side’s territory.

these designs were probably the trickiest to do (mostly kikura’s bc it was hard to balance the colors right) but I do rlly like them! Deep Cut and C-Side blend the best with each other not just bc they’re both trios but bc they’re both protective of the splatlands kinda mean towards other groups. C-Side are even implied to have met in middle school just like Deep Cut!

I’m not sure if Beika and Kikura would still be shark and eel tamers since they’re not from the Hohojiro or Onaga clans (unless Beika is but that’s just a theory a game theory) but they still have a similar role in hero mode, looking to take the treasure for themselves and eventually becoming neo 3’s allies (and Namida’s faithful workers).

…and deep cut don’t have any other outfits seen in game besides their splatfest variants, so I only have to do one drawing for these! Now that all the designs are done for this AU (unless I decide to draw off the hook or deep cut, which I probably won’t) I’ll just keep making edits or art for it whenever I want to. Keep an eye out! (And ofc if u want to make edits or art with my designs ur free to)

#c side #c side splatoon #splatbands #splatbands idol au #kikura #beika splatoon #beika #kikura splatoon #uotora #uotora splatoon #deep cut

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sart7alex · 2 months

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another clan gen cat drawing raaaahh (from Shark Clan)

[ShellStar]

[PebbleIris]

[StoneFlow]

[RobinPaw]

#art #artists on tumblr #fanart #digital art #clan gen fanart #clan gen oc #clan gen art #clan generator #clangen #warrior cats #wc oc #wc art #wc #warrior cats art #warrior cats oc #sart.art #Shark Clan art

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aberration-abbey · 1 year

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Doing sketches of the Rubellite Delta’s local Maren clan, the Glowing Reef Clan, and also seeing if I could replicate the look of colored pencil with digital art. The answer is apparently yes, but it also replicates the process of colored pencil, which I forgot I hate. I pretty quickly gave up on that and switched to a less time-consuming process, haha.

The Glowing Reef Clan is pretty friendly with their neighboring dragon clans, and have a longstanding trade agreement with the Starry Night Inn (repped by serthis Queenie, with the red tail). Frequent exposure to magic radiation from their eponymous reef has given them unusually frilly fins. Their Undertide pal is Timbrel, who likes poetry and fighting sharks.

#flight rising #fr undertide #fr beastclans #fr maren #frfanart #fr fanart #rubellite delta #glowing reef clan #oc timbrel #oc queenie #i don't have names for any of the maren yet. rip #oh well i really only started poking at their lore in the last couple days.#fun fact: frilly fins are considered sexy by many maren. this has caused longstanding beef with the nearest neighboring maren clan because #the high-ranking members got mad that their youth kept running off to marry glowing reef maren.

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astaarxiv · 8 months

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hehehehehehehe

#super quick sketch #naruto #art #artists on tumblr #kisame #fem!Kisame #idk why he looking so offended #shark girls supremacy #genderbend #hoshigaki clan #kisame hoshigaki

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apocalypticapotheosis · 16 days

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Survey Team 13

Chronically unlucky, but they stay silly!

Despite their vastly different guilds and personalities these five individuals quickly bonded together in their first foray deep into the Utvaran Sinkhole.

In order from tallest to shortest.

Helga Hrothsdotter, an orc from the Gruul clans with a heart as big as her muscles and a booming voice to match

Isadora Rotbloom, a viashino hunter from the Golgari. An expert with the spear and willing to put it to use for her new team.

Cyril Higglesworth, a Selesnyan druid from a distant backwater conclave. Don't let his cute looks put your guard down, he's a ferocious as a saber cat.

Grey, a talented bioengineer from the Simic, grey is a self made shark person thing in more ways than one

Gabbeadon En’snax, or Gobbie to her friends. A raucous Rakdos bard who flings complements and insults in equal measure.

Individual art below the cut

#dungeons and dragons #ravnica campaign #npc designs #original character #helga #isadora #cyril #grey #gobbie #i might redo isadora's art because i didn't quite capture the look i was going for #she needs to be a bit more slinky

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t00nyah · 1 year

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it's been more than a month since i teased those pics, and i finally finished! splat clans au idol designs!

if you're wondering: i drew squid sisters the last and they were....surprisingly difficult considering they're idols who i draw the most usually lol

this au is still very underdeveloped and i'm very open to your suggestions of names and such

you can find some info about the clans here and my first art post of this au here

callie(really want to call her something like kestrelsong but dunno) and marie(marigoldshine? cause firefly squid?) are very important cats - callie just being a very talented and social warrior and marie being the medicine cat

as you may have guess marie gets some sort of a sign about a long forgotten clan going the dark path in need (this being octarian clan stealing all the herbs) and the cat who's able to save their clan(this being three), that causes them to form a traveling group all together for the prophecy

well of course as usual marina(juniperpool? really want to name her after some herbs 'cause she was in a very good medicine cat in training and something that relates to her original name(pool is close to sea, right?...)) is a warrior of the said octarian clan who was brought to inkling clan by pearl(pebblespark?), a daughter of respected senior warriors, and is said to be just a very cool rogue friend of hers

marina is a very great help to her new clan due to her being a fast learner and a medicine cat apprentice in her past. she's very conviniently there when marie is away with some new prophecy, weirdly being too similar to the last one... (this prophecy is also fabricated this time. she made it up because it's still the same herbs problem, it has to be octarian clan...also where in the name of starclan are three and cuttlefish? ughhh probably shouldn't have let them go to the twolegs territories alone...)

and of course deep cats! ahem. i meant. deep cut!

honestly. let me ramble a bit but while the other designs were inspired by the in-game designs mostly, with deep cut i actually had something to use as a reference. shiver is referenced from some mako shark images i found and frye is obviously referenced from moray eels. they also were A BIG PAIN IN THE ASS with trying to make them look at least a little bit genetically accurate before i gave up. i tried my best to make it somewhat based off cat genetics(cause i'm a cat genetics nerd) but. yeah. deep cut. (no big man you were the best one bc i could literally just use your in-game design as a reference you were a bliss thank cod big man exists) also i really want to point out bc i really love how i made frye's side scar long and wiggly looking a little like an eel and shiver's scars are meant to look like shark's gills.

AHEM. me rambling about designs aside.

deep cut are the splatland clan elite:

shiver(sharpstar?) is the leader. she has the charisma and she can keep her cool...kind of.

frye(no, no idea fr) is the deputy. she's very good at organising the patrols even though you would probably argue that frye could be the one to organise something, trust me, she just knows her stuff very well.

and, of course, big man(i literally can't come up with something not including 'big' in it directly HELP sadfgargagaw) is the medicine cat. with his pacifism and not really wanting to fight attitude it's probably quite obvious!

and of course they still descent from cats who've been living there since the very begginings of the clan!

separate versions under the cut

#splatoon #warrior cats #crossover #splat clans au #callie splatoon #marie splatoon #marina splatoon #pearl splatoon #shiver splatoon #big man splatoon #frye splatoon #squid sisters #off the hook #deep cut

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tippytopdays · 2 years

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This is so not a story and absolutely more than a ramble but it was a thing I started and never finished for @monsoon-of-art 's mer au a very long time ago and while it is the furthest from my best it is something I'm still proud of so have it

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She was so small.

He’d never stopped thinking about it. Frail little limbs on an equally delicate body. When he’d first seen her, all those weeks ago, he’d almost mistaken her as being sickly. That she was just another human far too weak to survive so far from land.

But then he’d drawn closer, guilt niggling his insides like sharks to a carcass, and he’d seen her clearly.

She was a child. Someone far too delicate to be in a storm like what had torn through the surface that night.

He could not, in his own conscious, leave her to the elements that day.

The claws tipping each finger were kept far from her body. Rain pelted his coat when he surfaced; merely a taste of the monsoon above his head. He had to act quickly before it set in again lest it take them both, or swipe her from his hands in it’s terrible gale.

Catching the girl before she sunk to the bottom was the easiest part. She’d easily rested within his palms, too exhausted from surviving to even notice what was going on. What truly concerned him then was where he would let her be after he’d saved her.

The shore was closest, but the most dangerous. Humans could easily spot him if lightning were to continue to strike as it was, thunderous bolts shaking the sky every few moments. Surely they would catch him first, maybe flay him alive if they wanted his tail, but if he were to ever be found at all then the entire clan was at risk. It wasn’t an option no matter how much safer it could be for the girl.

He’d considered one of the docks yet chased it off just as quickly. Similar problems resided as any dock was too close to the human settlements. They’d find him in moments; and if he were to factor in the small child in his hands, they’d claim him as a monster. He couldn’t risk the chance.

There was only one other option; the hidden bays.

The sheer cliffs off the edges of the beach were not ideal for most mers; too many sharp ridges and toothed rocks to land against. If one were to reside for too long the tide would ship out and leave them to the elements until it returned at dusk. It was, for any mer’s worth, one of the worst places to be, especially one of his size.

And he still found himself jerking his way in, dragging his lower belly across the stony floor by his fins. It hurt like Hell with every step, small yet jagged stones digging into his skin like knives. Though his hide was thick it didn;t stop from feeling like he was trying to walk across a beach made of coals.

Claws dug into the wall as he hauled himself up. The lowest caves, while easier to reach, would fill with water near instantly in the monsoon bearing over his head. In this moment, her survival meant more than his own comfort. What was a few scrapes to a young life living on? Merely a small distraction, one he ignored readily.

What he hadn’t been expecting, was for her to wake up.

He’d been in the midst of placing her within the cave, desperate to keep the bitter rain off her soaked form, when she coughed loud enough to startle. Water burbled out of her mouth in foaming clumps into his hands. The sudden heat of it terrified him, as he’d forgotten that she’d once been completely submerged for an undefined amount of time. Forgoing all efforts for the cave he tugged her closer

The shadow of his cap covered the entirety of her in his palms. Lightning flashed overhead with wrathful intent, casting his shade across the water as he looked down. She struggled to right herself with hasty coughs to clear the water from her system. One arm braced her upright, hand against his palm as she scrubbed her eyes.

It hit him then, just how small she was. How delicate her frame would be between his fingers, easily snapped in twain if he so inclined. The thought of bones breaking under his strength ripped a gasp from his chest, unbidden.

She was looking up at him. Slate eyes wide and rimmed with red. Foamy spit dusted the corners of her lips from when she’d expelled it from her body.

And she’d backed away. A gasp tore out of her mouth, shaky limbs dragging what she could of herself back into his fingers. Her wide eyes were frantic as they glanced between the wall of his claws and the face hat hovered out of her reach, shrouded in a storm’s glow.

He recoiled. She was afraid, terrified that he would harm her. He’d tried desperately to get her to safety before she’d awoken but he’d been too late. The decision to come to the caves must have taken too long to make.

Some part of him wished for Irida; she was far more skilled in younger pups than he was. THough he was patient he floundered whenever one needed comfort. The same situation he found himself in now.

Yet, it pulled at something within him. Terror glazed eyes wound invisible strings somewhere deep within, where he;d long since abandoned exploration. Hands fluttering against his palms, unsure where to grab, ignited a light behind his eyes.

The croon was out of his mouth before he could stop it.

Her eyes snapped up, staring at him. Neither fearful nor calm; a strange mix of fascination and wariness.

He couldn;t help it. The sound tore out of him again at the sight.

Her head tilted. Confused, a bit curious. Hands that clawed for freedom clutched for stability.

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That's all I had. Nothing I wanted to finish either so you'll just get this half finished thing, sorry.

#pokemon legends arceus #warden ingo #trainer dawn #my writing #more stuff for monsoon yayyyy

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