#and then just to the parade and not really the aftermath

[starseungs]

after the curtain falls. lmh

lee know x gn!reader — spring was a season welcomed by all. what a pity that the notion of ‘all’ exempted you.

genre/s — angst, fluff, its just hurt-comfort, university au • 2.9k words

warning/s — break-up aftermath, profanity, commitment issues, minho gets called a bad bf (sorry), there's a twist i swear !

note — its quite literally been a year since i last wrote a fic so i would love to know how the quality of my writing is !! feedback is greatly appreciated 🫶

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Spring was never supposed to be this lifeless.

It was a season of new beginnings, where growth is celebrated and life is nurtured back into full bloom. A time of bright colors and freshly scented air floating all throughout the expanse of space, bringing soft smiles of comfort towards anyone who takes it in. Springtime was welcomed by all.

What a pity that the notion of ‘all’ exempted you.

You didn’t know why your spring was so vastly different from the others near you. You’d like to think that your winter started off just as normal as everybody else: watching the crisp fallen leaves on the ground get replaced by a fresh coat of snow, feeling the familiar prick of the icy season’s breeze on your skin as your body tried to suppress a giggling shiver, as well as seeing puffs of steam come out of every warm breath you took, reminding you that despite the cold weather, you still held a warmth inside of you.

Just who would have known that your spring would be the complete opposite, with your heart frosted over despite the rising temperatures? But somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew exactly why. You would never want to catch yourself admitting it, but maybe it was the way your winter ended in a snowstorm of emotions.

It wasn’t every winter that someone had a fight that could completely shatter an intricately built mosaic. It also wasn’t every winter that you would watch your other half walk out of your life without so much of a single falter.

You knew so damn well that it wasn’t every winter that you could get your heart broken.

Perhaps that was why you allowed your heart to get glazed over by ice. After all, it was the only thing keeping it together without requiring you to spend too much effort. Sure, it melted a bit every now and then, but it was easier to freeze liquid than it was to achieve the complete opposite.

It was for the same reason that you found solace in the springtime evenings, where it resembled even half of the winter that was keeping you human. The dimmed atmosphere of the surroundings was able to neutralize all the parading palettes of color, leaving you with a monochrome wonderland that was much more comforting to the eye.

The walk back to your dorm building wasn’t anything special. It really wasn’t supposed to, nor did you expect something to happen. You had just gotten over the hurdles of coursework back in the school’s library when you decided to call it a day, peacefully trek back to your dorm room, and get to sleep the hours away until duty calls. That was how your evening was supposed to go.

Except it didn’t.

When you first saw a figure more or less passed out near the lower steps of your dorm building, you were visibly concerned. Why wouldn’t you be? At this time of the day, it would be dangerous to just leave yourself undefended in public. That, and who in their right mind would be willing to snooze away amidst the midnight breeze?

That was enough for you to start a little jog toward them. Was this person locked out? Were they drunk? Should you help them? All sorts of questions popped into your head as you got closer to the steps the figure took as their bed for the night.

And yet all those same questions vanished into thin air the moment you caught a glimpse of the person’s face.

“—Minho?”

His name came out of your lips so frail, as if any stronger, and the scene before you would shatter into nothingness, telling you once again that it was all in your head. That you had wished to see him again.

It was almost comical just how fast the sight of him brought back the familiar prick in your eyes—the tears fighting the crisp blow of the wind to keep themselves at bay. This wasn’t how your evening was supposed to go.

Granted, the fight between you was a petty one. Well, not more so petty than sudden since it literally blew up out of nowhere. It started off with a question about commitment. Arguably simple one of where you saw each other in a few years. You had gone first after you asked, rambling happily about graduation and living together. Minho chuckled along with your plans, and to you, he even seemed glad to hear them.

Yet, when the topic of marriage was brought up, his smile immediately turned blank.

Of course, you noticed his drastic change of mood right away. What kind of significant other would you be if you didn’t? But when you reached out to ask him what was wrong, he merely brushed it off as being tired.

Except that both you and him had done nothing but lay around the whole day.

Maybe you, too, had a fault in all of this. You prodded him more about the topic, not knowing you were agitating a ticking time bomb running out of time. If you only knew, then it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that he eventually exploded, spitting out that he wasn’t too sure about marriage.

In your view, that would have been fine. You were willing to talk it out; perhaps he had other plans for the both of you that would settle just fine in yours. There was no way you’d pressure Minho into doing something he didn’t feel like doing. You had too much love and respect for him to do so.

It was in an unfortunate turn of events that you had to find out the sentiment wasn’t shared in the same way you did, as when he slammed your room’s door shut after expressing that it wouldn’t work out, he took a piece of your heart with him that left you incomplete on the days that followed.

And yet, there he was again. Marching into your life like nothing ever happened.

In a blinding flash of hot white fury, you marched up to Minho’s peaceful figure, blissfully unaware of the chaos headed his way. Your body shook in the repressed burst of energy, trying not to lose yourself in public despite the area devoid of people. After reaching him in less than a minute, you saw no hesitation in leaning down to wake him.

“Minho,” you grasped at his right shoulder, trying to shake him out of slumber. You saw the action as intense in a way that was borderline frantic, not a care for the state of the joint you had grabbed. After all, why would you? Yet, while you’d like to believe you did a great job at expressing your displeasure, a small voice pestering at the back of your mind begged to say otherwise.

It was a mere whisper—directed at the act you just committed, one that shouldn’t even bother you in the slightest. Yet, it did. So painfully so.

That kind of gentleness isn’t reserved for a heart swirling in rage.

The slight squeeze in your heart at the notion only made you grit your teeth further in displeasure. Curse your damned heart for keeping its fondness for the man before you. The same man who was still up in dreamland while you were fighting your own war at the present. You clicked your tongue in building irritation.

“Wake up, or else I’m leaving you out here to freeze.” With one last shove, Minho finally came back to Earth.

You watched as he fluttered his eyes open, ignoring the warmth that seemed to spread over you once you got a glimpse of his big almond eyes. Minho sure took his sweet time to process his surroundings, causing you to purse your lips in uncertainty when his gaze lingered on your figure towering over him a bit too long with an unexplainable emotion.

“Hi,” he mumbled slowly, a small smile ghosting on his rosy lips. “Even in my dreams, you never fail to look so lovely.”

Cold air filled your lungs as you sucked in a breath at his words. You hated the way he easily melted the ice that you had covered your heart in. Without even meaning to, Minho had already managed to tear down the first layer of protection you had set up to keep yourself sane. There were a lot of things you wanted to tell him back, but you held your tongue. This wasn’t the right time.

Nor would that time ever come.

“It’s not a dream,” you opted to inform him of what was left of the goodness in your heart, partly feeling guilty for his disoriented state. “Get up, Minho. It’s cold out here.”

“You’re—what, wait!”

Minho scrambled frantically from his seated position on the dorm building’s steps, clumsily finding his balance to get up. The rush of suddenly standing after a nap came over him like a wave, causing him to stumble with a groan as he let the blood that came up settle. You sighed at Minho’s efforts, turning back around to continue your way towards the entrance.

“You should go back home.”

“I won’t!” He replied in haste, pure desperation seeping over his words. “Not again. Not when I spend every passing hour regretting that I did back then when I clearly shouldn’t have.”

You felt your world still at what Minho had just said. Did you hear it correctly?

“Please, Y/N.”

Minho’s footsteps echoed in your mind, telling you that he was moving closer. But your body had yet to listen to the warning bells you had set off, keeping you still in the same place you had stopped in. You surprised yourself with the small whimper that escaped your lips after feeling warmth radiating right behind you.

“Can—can I hug you?”

And just like that, the dam broke as the first fits of sobs spluttered out of your body in waves, barely getting contained as Minho wrapped you with his arms firmly. You turned to face him just to throw weak punches at his chest. “I hate you so much!”

“I know,” he said, hugging you tighter, as if you would disappear the moment he eased his hold. “I know you do.”

“Do you know how hurt I was? How could you just leave me like that!”

“I don’t know,” Minho answers again, completely giving in to your inner turmoil. He let you dampen his hoodie with your tears without any reference. “I was stupid.”

“So stupid!”

“Very stupid,” he repeats your words without hesitation, finally pulling back slightly to see your tear-stained face, gently wiping the fresh drops that escaped with his thumb.

You cursed the way your body naturally leaned into his touch. You disliked the way his voice soothed your running mind from the horrors it placed upon yourself. You hated the way you felt comforted by his presence, the same way he hurt you with his absence.

And most of all, you despised the way you couldn’t bring yourself to stay mad at him.

“I’m sorry,” Minho said heavily, visibly trying to keep his own tears at bay. “I know that won’t fix all the things that happened, but I still wanted to let you know.”

You exhaled shakily.

“I—I won’t force you to accept my apology,” he continued. “But please—God, Y/N. I don’t think I’d be able to handle you telling me to go home and never fixing us. I wouldn’t survive in this world without you by my side. I promise I’ll do better for you. I’ll reflect on what I need to, just—”

Minho breathed in deeply.

“Give me another chance.”

The two of you breathed in unison for the first time in weeks.

“Cut!”

“Nice,” Jisung’s squeal of joy could be heard throughout the wide space, carefully fumbling with his video camera to watch the scene’s replay. “That was a great take!”

Seungmin groans at the noise level. “Seriously, would it hurt you to keep it down? Some people are already asleep,” he scoffs, really not wanting to deal with a complaint filed against them this late into the night.

The younger of the two only juts his lower lip forward into a childish pout. “But it’s only midnight. We’re in university. Who gets to sleep that early in university?” Seungmin only bites back a retort after sensing genuine confusion in Jisung’s tone.

“Whatever,” he grumbled.

At the sound of their bickering, the late night’s breeze didn’t seem to be as frosty as it was a few minutes ago. You distantly hear Seungmin and Jisung continue to talk, now finding themselves in a heated discussion about the next scene. A light chuckle was heard coming from the man still holding you.

“Well, I’m glad that they’re having fun,” Minho comments, greatly amused at the duo. You felt his gaze drop down towards your head, still resting on his shoulder. “Feeling okay?”

You could only nod at his query, too exhausted from enacting the scene that just finished. He hummed at your non-verbal approach to answering, running a hand through your hair to soothe your dropping emotions.

“What’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” You let out a soft giggle at his wording before snuggling yourself closer to his figure. Minho lets you do your thing with a smile.

“Let’s not ever do that.”

“Do what, love?” He asks, requesting that you elaborate. You listened to his heartbeat thump calmly before speaking up.

“Break up,” you said, the thought leaving a bitter taste on your tongue. “I don’t like the feeling. It hurts.”

Minho laughs again, but this time it was aimed at you. “Well, of course it’s going to hurt,” he says with a light tone. “You’re going to be losing me!” You slapped his arm in annoyance.

“You are such an ass, Lee Minho!”

“Ow—hold on!” He chokes out in between chuckles. Minho takes hold of the hand that was assaulting his arm, slipping it into his own and entangling both of your fingers. You couldn’t help the heat that washed over your face at the intimate action. Minho seemed satisfied with your reaction. “If it makes you feel better, it’s going to hurt me too.”

You pull away to raise a brow at his statement. “Why? Since you’ll be single?” Minho pretends to think for a second.

“I mean, I guess?” You shot him an icy glare at his admission, but the tender smile he gave back at you made your angry facade falter in an instant. It looks like on-screen you had the same issues with their own Minho—both being undeniably weak when it came to them.

“Stop giving me that look,” you sigh amidst a smile you were suppressing.

“What look?”

“That look,” you say, almost in a breath as you struggle to chase the words out of your mouth. “The one when you look at me like I’m the only person in this world.”

It was a look you’ve seen too many times. One that he would give you both at the most intimate of moments and the most random of times. You see it when you wake up in the morning to him already awake beside you; you saw it when you squealed in joy after winning a prize from those rigged claw machines in the arcade across town; and you see it especially when he sees you waiting outside his class’ building after an extensive lecture, holding two cups of coffee for both you and him. It was from those times that you realized—it was Minho’s gaze of unfiltered love for you.

Minho pulls you back into his arms, still unable to let go of his endearing grin. Your head finds its way back into the crevice of his neck, finding home in it once again, like second nature.

“That’s because you are the only person in my world.”

“We beg to differ.”

Minho could only roll his eyes at the eerily synchronized voices of Jisung and Seungmin, leaving you to crumble into fits of laughter. He scoffs before replying, “If I lose my beloved darling, then you guys are losing an actor.”

“Well, you wouldn’t be trying to salvage your relationship if you stopped being such a shit boyfriend!” Jisung bites back at Minho’s threat.

“What, so you would rather watch us be all lovey-dovey in front of you? I didn’t take you for that kind of person, Jisung.”

“Seungmin, he’s fighting me again!”

“What am I, your mom?”

The night continued on in blissful laughter and amused smiles, finally fitting for the season of spring. Even with the chilled breeze of the evening air, the warmth exuding from the four of you would remain, defrosting the ice you had layered on your heart for the scene given to you. Deep in your mind, you knew that this was really how your night was supposed to go.

That as much as you loved creating little scenarios for your friends’ films, you’d always prefer the life you had after the curtain falls.

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[lev1hei1chou]

By your side

Gojo x reader Genre: Angst to fluff Words: 4.8k Synopsis: Gojo survives the battle in Shinjuku Masterlist

Everything felt like a sick, twisted nightmare. It all started back in 2006, when Gojo and Geto were tasked with escorting the Star Plasma Vessel to Master Tengen. Although the duo tried their best, Riko Amanai met her end, which really affected Gojo.

To make matters worse, your and Gojo's very close friend, Geto, ultimately decided to choose a different path which definitely did not earn the approval of any sorcerer. Well, his ideals weren't the most practical or ethical, but nothing can really be done once he's fixed his mind.

Seasons dont wait for anyone, and just like that, a good number of years passed. You, Gojo and the others you studied with were now teachers at Jujutsu high. A new student by the name of Yuta entered jujutsu high and was welcomed with open arms. Well, not by the higher ups but no one cares about them. You pitied Yuta, for he was haunted by the girl from his past all because of a curse he bestowed upon her unintentionally.

The boy managed to fit in but the news of both him and Rika reached the ears of Geto, who took this as an opportunity to try exterminate all non sorcerers. The night parade of a hundred demons sure was eventful, but it also marked the end of Suguru Geto, the sorcerer.

To finish off his very own best friend with his very own hands was definitely a great ordeal for Gojo, but you were there for him throughout his mourning period. You shared his grief and helped him recover, atleast for the young talents that were now the responsibility of the teachers.

A year passed, and the boy you saw growing up was now old enough to be enrolled in Jujutsu high. You were proud of how Megumi was doing, since you witnessed his growth right from when Gojo brought him in.

History repeated itself when another teenager was put up for execution by the higher ups, but this was for a different cause. It was baffling, as Yuji Itadori was now a vessel of the great Ryomen Sukuna, due to the turn of events.

Megumi took up the task of narrating the events of that night to you. Although it was hard to process the wave of information, one thing was clear. Yuji does not deserve to get executed and this feeling was mutual to you as well as Gojo. You trusted Gojo well enough and knew he wont let it happen.

Months flew by and it was the 31st of October. Many sorcerers were called to Shibuya. A large curtain was cast, and civilians were trapped inside. It was later made clear that it was orchestrated by Pseudo geto, or Kenjaku and this was a plan to seal Satoru Gojo.

It was painful, to say the least. Your lover was now sealed and put out of commission. And seeing your friend's body get used like this was even more disappointing.

Everything now lay in the hands of the active sorcerers, and that itself was a huge burden to bear. Each and every sorcerer went beyond their limits, and that's when Geto's morally gray ideals ran through your head like a broken record. Forcing yourself to shake off the thoughts, you moved on.

The dreadful night came to an end and the aftermath was something no one ever expected. Your comrades were either dead or fatally wounded, the prison realm was in the hands of kenjaku and Sukuna ransacked the entire area within a short period of time.

To make matters worse, Yuji's sentence was now back.

After recovering from your injuries, everything sunk in. Nanami, your closest friend, was gone. Your students went through hell too. Gojo was sealed. And Yaga, was killed by Gakuganji. You werent particularly fond of the old geezer and this only added to how irritating his whole existence was. As fuel to fire, you heard through someone that Yaga was ordered to be executed by the higher ups, which just increased the level of hatred you had for them. Masamichi Yaga, the only proper and trusted adult figure you had in your life, was now gone.

After a list of events, it was obvious that Kenjaku was unstoppable. He went on with his next act of terrorism: The culling games.

The culling games were just as bad as what you faced on the 31st of October. Multiple sorcerers went against each other with only murder in mind, so you had to prepare yourself mentally. You believed in your students' abilities to make it out alive, but who knows what kind of people they'd have to fight.

Most of your comrades were a part of the games, from students to co-workers and the other allies made in the way. It felt like the heavens were against you being peaceful. There was no going back now.

You ended up running into allies, and when talks of the prison realm and unsealing of Gojo Satoru came up, you learnt that the only two items that were capable of nullifying the realm were the Inverted Spear of Heaven and the Black rope. All you could do was facepalm when you realised that the spear of heaven was in a location known only to Satoru, and the rope was burnt away when Miguel fought against Satoru. There wasnt any left. Sweet.

It was hard to deal with the absence of Satoru. Not only was he a significant other, but also a trustable partner and ally when your job was concerned. The one thing that kept you going was the fact that he was still alive, and could be unsealed one day.

And thus, you set out to find other possible ways to unseal him. After battling against a good number of curse users, you met Yuji, Megumi and Hana. You asked them about how they were doing, especially Yuji. Then, you found out that Hana could possibly be the key to unseal Gojo.

A twisted turn of events occurred, and Megumi was now Sukuna's vessel. Who wouldve guessed that the latter had set his eyes on the former. Yuji was no longer the vessel of the king of curses. Tsumiki was a vessel for some curse called Yorozu. Tsumiki was someone who you cared deeply for. She was an extremely caring person who wasnt even capable of causing harm to anyone. To think she was the one to become a vessel was painful, to say the least.

Sukuna battled out against Yorozu, and as an end to it, the latter lost and was killed, thus putting an end to Tsumiki Fushiguro. You wouldnt blame megumi for falling deeper into an abyss of darkness, as his own hands were now stained with his sister's blood.

A player has added a rule to the culling game. Rule 13: As of this moment- 9:09 PM. on November 19, 2018- No new players may join the culling game.

A player has added a rule to the culling game. Rule 14: The game ends when all players except Suguru Geto and Fushiguro Megumi have died.

Kogane's voice rang when you were with your allies. "To win, we just need to defeat Kenjaku and Sukuna" Maki said to you and Ui Ui. The young boy retorted stating that it was no easy task. Ofcourse it wasnt, but Satoru Gojo would make his return soon.

Everyone regrouped at the room and Yuji entered. You had a good number of formidable allies which gave hope for the next mission to be a success. Choso handed over a book to Yuji. And everyone in the place were now awaiting the return of the strongest sorcerer.

After a long discussion as to why it wasnt a good idea to unseal Gojo inside the building, the location was moved to a different place. The allies took refuge behind the rocks that lay. Your heart pounded with anticipation and hope. Angel used the jacobs ladder to unseal Gojo but he was nowhere to be seen.

Hours later, you were informed that Gojo was inside Shoko's lab with Ijichi and Ino. You were beyond elated to see the love of your life after 19 grueling days that were anything but uneventful but a hint of nervousness lingered for some reason. With shaky arms, you reached out to the handle. Taking a sharp breath, you opened the door and your breath stopped.

There he sat on the bed. For a moment, you felt like all the weariness from the past one month vanished into thin air after taking one look at the man. He seemed better than you thought, with extra muscles and all that. You pinched yourself slightly to confirm that this was all real, and thats when you teared up a little.

Shoko noticed your presence and signalled the others to exit the room. What a thoughtful soul. Satoru was now looking at you as well, smiling widely like the dork he is and waved at you to come nearby. Taking short steps, you walked and took a seat next to him silently.

"You couldve taken a picture when you stood at the door, it would last longer" he teased while taking your hand. You had prepared yourself beforehand to not cry, considering the fact that he wouldve been overwhelmed with all the news from the time he was gone. The task however seemed impossible as you broke down right there.

Satoru was shocked for a moment but then quickly regained his composure as he pulled you into his lap. Hugging him tightly, you cried, as if he'd disappear if you let him go. He was at a loss for words too, which was very unlike him, but hugged back and peppered soft kisses.

Breathing hard, you pulled away and wiped your face. Looking into his eyes, you took his face in your hands and kissed him softly, hoping to pour in all your feelings through the kiss. He was quick to reciprocate with equal love and even smiled while kissing. You realised how much you had missed him.

Pausing to catch your breath, you leaned your forehead on his, and the silent acts of intimacy conveyed all the unspoken words. You hugged him again. "I met Sukuna and the bastard in Geto's body" he started. Not liking where this was going, you hesitantly nodded. He took that as a sign to continue "We'll fight on the 24th of December".

You knew the date very well. This was inevitable from the start, so you decided to put all your belief on your boyfriend. A relationship is all about trust..right?

The fact that he didnt say anything about Megumi puzzled you, but it was better to not ask. "Promise that you'll come back to me safely" you said. He gasped, as if he was offended by the mere thought of you questioning his strength. "Are you serious?" he asked incredulously. "Its not that i dont trust you, Satoru. Its just that its Sukuna you're going up against." you paused before continuing "He has his own techniques and ten shadows." He was still visibly offended and turned his head to the side.

Sighing, you smiled and asked again. "Promise?" "No." he snapped jokingly. Slapping his shoulder lightly, you shook your head at how childish he was. "Fine, I promise" This moment made you forget everything that happened and you breathed in his scent, wanting this to last forever.

Atleast you had one whole month left, until worry would consume you completely.

As expected, the much dreaded day arrived and you waited for Satoru along with your students and allies. Yuji turned to look at someone and there he was, in all glory, accompanied by Utahime and Gakuganji.

The audacity of this old geezer to show up you thought. Hopefully he makes himself useful somehow. Just the sight of him made you want to charge and obliterate him right there, but you held back as his help might be needed. The hatred would never subside though.

"Sensei, your cursed technique's in the way"

Satoru smiled and pointed at his back, and Yuji took the chance to slap his back as a good luck. And just like that, Gojo left to the battlefield. Ijichi created a barrier and Utahime started dancing. Within a short while, the much anticipated battle started.

You stayed back with the allies, in order to observe every detail of the battle that unfolded, ready to jump into action whenever necessary. Anything could be the outcome of this battle and everyone was prepared for that. Anyone will have to jump in, with no concern for their fate and give their all.

The ongoing battle never seemed to stop even for a moment, with both sides using their techniques and domains. The result was hard to predict. Everyone keenly observed the intense fight between the duo.

The thought of what kenjaku might be up to lurked in the back of your head, but there was a well devised plan made, so you turned a blind eye towards the thoughts and went back into observation mode.

A strong and terrible gut feeling made you nauseous. Albeit putting your trust in Satoru, you couldnt ignore the bad vibe. As if your suspicion was being proven, something unexpected happened. Something that left horrified expressions in every face.

All you saw was Sukuna with Mahoraga, unleashing his next attack. Everything froze as you stared in utter disbelief. Satoru's body was cut into two parts, and his upper half fell to the ground. He laid in a pool of blood and you felt nauseous.

It was so quick, that you couldnt process it properly. Yuji stood up in shock, and Yuta reached out to unsheath his katana but Maki stopped him. Everyone else were frozen in shock and Miwa walked up to you and hugged you silently.

You couldnt even cry, as it all felt absolutely unreal. A million thoughts ran through your head. It felt like a sick joke. To get him in your life, to almost losing him to Toji, then getting him back, then the whole shibuya incident. Did the forces above hate you so bad?

Why make you meet the so called love of your life just to take him away? For fucks sake, he was all you had. The only family you had. The students were like family as well, but nothing measured up to Satoru. He was your everything: your love, your reason. When you felt like the world was against you, he stayed by your side. When you reached a standstill, he helped you. When you couldnt trust at the initial stages, he kept giving you reasons to trust him and fall hard.

Every single memory you had with Satoru played in your mind like a movie. Swallowing a thick lump, you reached out to pat Miwa weakly.

When you came back to your senses, you realized that time only froze for you. Kashimo was already rushing towards Sukuna. Breathing in and out, you noticed Yuta walk up to you. "Sensei, we need a plan to retrieve Gojo sensei's body" he said. Well, he had a point. But your brain already had too much going on.

Ieiri stood next to you and said "Get it together y/n. I know its hard, but we've got priorities. If you manage to retrieve his body somehow, I'll try my best. I wont let the only people from my life slip away again" "I'll help as well sensei" Yuta chimed in.

Inhaling sharply, you nodded. You didnt bother about what could possbily happen to you. With only one goal in mind, you sneaked into the battlefield with Yuta. By then, Hakari was out of the allies den and by the looks of it, he was going to fight Uraume.

Sparing no glances towards Sukuna and Kashimo, you and Yuta retrieved Gojo's body and narrowly missed a huge iceberg that now fell in the place where your boyfriend laid. With wide eyes, you looked at Yuta, who signalled that both of you had to leave. The nauseous feeling came back as you felt the crimson liquid seep through your clothes. Regardless, you thanked yourself mentally for acting quickly and not wallowing in your sorrows. There wouldnt have been a chance to retrieve your lover's body then.

For whatever reason, you looked back and what you saw made you feel a little terrified. Sukuna now was in a much different form; his face looked different, he had another extra pair of arms and he had a mouth in his stomach. The king of curses looked absolutely menancing. He also yielded cursed objects in his hand.

You then entrusted Satoru's body to Shoko and Yuta, and went back to watching the battle. You trusted their abilities, and your presence might be a distraction to them. Besides, your help might be needed in the battle at any time.

Within a matter of seconds, right after you settled in your seat, Ryomen Sukuna had put an end to Kashimo Hajime. By the looks of it, Hajime's one time attack barely had any effect on the king of curses.

Higuruma Hiromi and Yuji Itadori rushed into the battlefield, not wanting to waste any time. Yuji was fueled by pure hatred, as Sukuna was everything but good to him. Not only that, he massacred thousands while in Yuji's body and also took over his best friend's body now. Hiromi was strong as well. He'll have to read out Sukuna's crimes and let the judge do the work. But truth be told, that wont be an easy task.

The battle was intense again, with Yuji landing black flashes and Hiromi using his own techniques. Retrieving Megumi was important, but the question of how hasnt been answered yet. Sukuna doesnt show any signs of fatigue. Heck, he only looks stronger now.

There were no signs of stopping, and for hours allies swapped in and out to face the monster there. You went out to duel against Sukuna a few times as well, and now your body was decorated with injuries. He was extremely strong, even with lesser cursed energy. You felt that he was weakening physically, but to bring him down? Its going to take an indescribable amount of time.

You were capable of using RCT, so you managed to heal yourself and helped heal the injured allies as well. Everyone seemed exhausted, and the only thing that kept them going was the determination. After coming this far, it would be disgraceful to go back now. It wasnt even a choice to begin with. To give up would mean Sukuna happily finishes everyone off, causes terror and rules the world with Kenjaku.

More than that, to you, this was about your friend's and adoptive son's body getting manipulated like this.

A few more hours passed, and with combined efforts from your side, the curse that terrorised the sorcerer and curse user community fell. You were immensely proud of how every single person on your side fought for the same cause with so much determination and coordination. You also had a sense of gratitude towards each and every one of them.

You were worried about the man who was getting healed by Yuta and Shoko, but you were also glad that a main root of problems was a part of history now. The door opened and the duo walked out, visibly tired. They took one look at all of you and it didnt take long to realise that the enemy had been defeated.

Ijichi walked in with a figure in his arms. Everyone turned and now was facing him and realised it was none other than Megumi. The state he was in made you want to cry. Atleast the past didnt repeat itself fully like it did with Geto. The boy you saw growing up now lay helplessly, body full of injuries. You thought of what he wouldve went through and it pained you heavily.

When Ijichi announced that the boy was alive, you turned towards Shoko, unintentionally holding your breath.

She smiled a little and said that hes alive and well. And then, you crashed onto the chair, completely done in, letting exhaustion take over you. You were still bleeding from a few spots as you prioritized healing the others and now your cursed energy levels had been depleted.

----

When you woke up, the first person to greet you in the hospital bed was Kugisaki. Just her existence there made you tear up, as her return after the incidents of Shibuya was a question mark. Reality sunk in and you let the tears flow freely. The goals were achieved. Your first years were safe and sound. Sukuna was gone. Your second years and third years were safe as well. Satoru was okay as well.

Maybe the universe wasnt completely against you. It just presented you with multiple hurdles. You mentally patted yourself on the back for holding on. It does pay off in the end.

Nobara enveloped you in a hug, and cried with you.

"How are you?" you asked her. "Im okay, Im just glad youre awake."

Right at that time, Shoko walked in, pleased that you were finally awake. "You were out cold for two weeks dummy" she said, letting out a puff of smoke.

"Atleast I can breathe easy now" You got up and hugged her. She was caught off guard at first, but then she hugged back and relaxed. She wasnt particularly a big talker, nonetheless you understood what she wanted to convey.

"What about Kenjaku?" you enquired. "Oh that. Yuta finished him off. We have the body safely with us" Nodding, you walked up to the door. "Ill go meet Yuji and Megumi"

Maki, Panda and Toge were on their way when they noticed you walking towards Yuji's room. They called out to you and after chatting for a while, you learnt the details of Yuta and Kenjaku's fight.

Waving goodbye, you continued and knocked on the Yuji's door. You felt the wind getting knocked out of you. Oh its just Yuji himself. "Im glad youre okay, sensei" he spoke enthusiastically. On the corner of your eye, you saw Choso sitting on the chair. Smiling at him, you asked Yuji to put you down and pat your clothes down.

You spoke to him, and figured he was doing well emotionally, physically and mentally. That's good, you thought to yourself.

Then, you went on to meet Megumi. You were definitely worried about him. You smiled to yourself after seeing him sleep peacefully. Apparently he had already awoken a couple of days back, and even visited you thrice.

Not wanting to disturb him, you finally went to Gojo's room. The same feeling of nervousness hit you like it did when you met him for the first time after he was unsealed. You opened the door slowly, and it seemed that your boyfriend was already aware of your presence outside the door.

He smiled at you again, and opened his arms. He looked different for sure. You ran straight into his arms and he lifted you up in the air, hugging you tightly. This was really him. Your Gojo. He was alive and well. Cue the waterworks, you held each other and cried together. This was a very vulnerable moment for both of you. Satoru crying was not something you expected, but after everything, it would only be odd if he didnt cry.

Letting out everything you held in for this long was a nice feeling. Besides, you could breathe now. The love of your life was here, safe in your arms, by your side. There wasnt even an indicator of the events that happened in the past. And then you realized something.

Breaking away from the hug, you reached out to lift his shirt with hesitant hands. There it was. A huge scar decorated his body in the very spot he was cut in.

"Missed me buttercup?" he asked. Ofcourse he was happy to be back too. Tracing his scar softly, you realised he was not a figment of your imagination. "Why wouldnt I be" you cried out and pulled him in for another hug. "I kept my promise, didnt I?" he sniffled. You choked out a thank you. He then kissed you passionately and you were more than happy to return the gesture. "Deja Vu" you whispered out. "I'll always come back to you, no matter what. You should promise me that too yeah?" He whispered out too. Looking straight into his eyes, you said "I promise, no matter what."

"Do you wanna have some kikufuku?" he asked and you could only laugh. Regardless of what happens, your Satoru will always be the same loving, dorky guy you knew from day 1.

---

You felt someone pepper your face with kisses. Slowly opening your eyes, you saw Satoru, and he gave you one last kiss with an audible mwah sound. It was really happening, you thought to yourself. After cuddling for a while, you got up, just to be pulled back into Gojo's chest.

"Cmon baby its late" you said while looking at the clock. it was 12:30 pm. Looks like 2 weeks of sleep was nothing compared to a night of sound sleep with your other half. "Just a little more time pleaseee" Satoru whined out. Cant really say no to that now.

After a while, you both headed out to have breakfast and there you met all the other students. You didnt really want to press him on and ask about how he felt yesterday and ruin the moment. He's always been that confident individual, so you were worried about his mental state, after going through a defeat like that. Satoru isnt the one to talk about his feelings either, so you'll have to pop the question yourself.

After socializing with the students, Satoru pulled you away. But you weren't exactly done speaking to Choso.

"Love, what was that for?" you enquired, clearly not happy about being interrupted. "WOW I've been deprived of my rights to talk to the love of my life. What an unjust world we live in" he spoke out dramatically.

Laughing silently, you asked "where are we going?" "I dont know" he said playfully. Wrapping your arm around his, you went closer and leaned your head on his shoulder. He reached out to stroke your hair.

"Yknow, I met Nanami, Suguru, Yu and Riko" he started. You hummed. "I spoke to them at the airport for a while. Nanami told me to pick between south and north. But now Im glad I chose north" You definitely did not understand a thing, but didnt ask much. "How do you feel?" you asked. "Hmmmm lets see." he dragged out. "Im not very happy about getting defeated by that curse, but I think I'm more humble now" The last sentence made you laugh and he stared in disbelief. "Are you laughing at my agony now" he gasped out. "I'm not. But baby, you and humble dont go in the same sentence" you teased him now. "Oh come on. Im not very pleased to admit I'm not the strongest" he voiced out. "You'll always be the strongest in my eyes Satoru" you admitted. "will I now?" he wiggled his eyebrows and poked your arm.

Laughing at how adorable he is, you continued to take a stroll with him. "He was crazy strong yknow? Im not sure if i could have beaten him even if he didnt have megumi's ten shadows. I felt like he didnt go all out... In a way, I'm happy that someone as strong as him beat me" he commented. "Yeah, he was strong. We had a hellish time against him" you mentioned.

He may have lost against a curse that strong, but none of that matters to you. Satoru Gojo was here, by your side and that is more than enough.

---

A few days later, all the students and the remaining teachers paid their respects to all the souls that fell. Yuji placed flowers near Nanami's grave. Then, everyone placed a flower on principal Yaga's grave. Megumi stood near the grave designated for Toji. You walked up to him. "you okay?" "well i dont really care" he replied. Maybe Toji did care for his son, but never really showed it openly, so this is what he gets. Miwa silently mourned the death of Kokichi Muta. From the corner of your eye, you spotted Gojo and Shoko near a grave stone. You went near them, and figured it was for Geto. Wrapping your arms around both of them from the middle, you silently leaned your head on Satoru's. You were glad that you were able to properly mourn your friend and the others.

While walking back to your rooms, you smiled to yourself. Yuji and Yuta's sentences were now non existent, thanks to the work of someone. The annoying higher ups were exterminated.

Even if you lost loved ones, made multiple sacrifices, almost lost many people dear to you, it all worked out at the end.

You'd do your best to make sure that this peace never gets disrupted. At any cost. Everyone who you valued, were here, by your side.

----

A/N 2: it took me hours to write this and lmao the whole fight after kashimo dying was all just what i imagined. So yeah.

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[aashi-heartfilia]

BnHA: Team up Mission Volume Cover

Thoughts:

The Ochako Volume Cover we always wanted but never got...she looks sooo angelic!!! God!!!

I have so much to say about this: She looks so angelic here!! Like straight out of a volume cover! Too bad, only 2-3 volumes are remaining and the covers will most likely go to people like AFO, Deku or All Might, maybe even Bakugo if he wakes up.

I'm hoping for at least a TogaChako cover for Vol 39. An Ochako cover is way overdue, but at this point I'm just happy with what we got.

All the Kacchako, IzuOchas, and TogaChako shippers are gonna have a field day with this on Twitter! I'm really seeing a lot of Demon Bakugo X Angel Uraraka and Demon Spider Toga X Angel Ochako arts.

I wish Ochako got this hype earlier in the series, especially when so much of the main plot was hogged by the Todoroki family drama.

Anyways, I also love the fact that Ochako is depicted as an Angel here. Her quirk is literally float and she has big white wings along with that serene expression on her face...it's just so beautiful.

It really complements her soo much!! And contrasts to Toga who was seen as a devil / monster by everyone else.

Plus I really don't understand when people say, Ochako's not gonna be that popular as a pro, like are you kidding me?

Even if we just follow the cannon events, Ochako is popular among the common folks:

She was on TV during the sports fest and managed to impress a lot of pros, she was in Ryukyu's team in season 4 which also got some attention from the media.

She was helping the citizens in the aftermath. There is a chance that a lot of people, she directly saved might recognise her.

I mean, who wouldn't be thankful, if someone got you out of a falling house or someone that was trapped under a debri? Plus, rescue Heroes like Wash and 13 are pretty famous.

Plus, some might recognise her after her speech from the Dark Deku arc that was the first step to bridge the gap between heroes and villains.

And now in the final arc? SHE LITERALLY SAVED EVERYONE FROM TOGA'S SAD MAN'S PARADE!! AND THAT WAS ON LIVE TV!!!

The heroes trapped there, the people watching on live TV!! Who wouldn't recognise that?

Anyways, my point is Ochako's gonna be rich and popular and that's that.

Lol, I got way out of track here.

But Ochako's beautiful and everyone knows it!!

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[lxmelle]

Headcannon alert!

In the night parade of a hundred demons, Gojo was fighting with Miguel, the strongest from his continent:

Can I also just add that the animation is fiiiiinnneeee 👌🏼 AF - gets my heart going and I knew I recognised the fight scene movements - it was from Ip Man. 💘

Oh be still my heart.

Anyway, sorry, back on topic!

We know Gojo has done the following:

(Image unashamedly stole from reddit)

Which leads me to surmise that he probably really really hates the idea of anything messing with his skills/technique, and possibly affecting his impenetrable defences - limitless.

This circles back to isolating himself and how this comes round to backfire on the poor man.

It goes to show how a significant event, like losing to Toji, how it is internalised and processed, greatly affects people, whether they categorise or recognise it as trauma or not. Combined with Geto defecting, it’s understandable how Gojo effectively seals himself in a coffin of sorts. They both dealt with it in differing ways, but end up sacrificing a part of themselves in the process.

Back to Miguel.

Gojo is irritated. He is MAD.

He just blasts away the giant curse without bothering about anything. He just focuses on Miguel. If I’m not mistaken, we rarely see him like this. Sparring, having a strong opponent has been... fun for him? Either that, or he goes into extreme dominance mode. Engaging with multiple targets.

There source of his irritation that even ichiji comments something? It goes without saying that the whole issue with Geto sparking war would be getting to him, too. Especially considering the build up and entire situation where forces are all at two locations and Geto is scheming something he had just become aware of.

AND. This is satosugu indulgent: He’s possibly annoyed that Geto had this strong dude by his side all this while, whom he confided in, to provide INTEL AGAINST HIM, no less!

Making light of a really dark situation here, and I’m sorry (not really) but a jealous Gojo tickles me. Did that also make him a bit irritated? That Geto had specifically found someone to target him? Did he feel insulted that he was replaced by someone else - weaker, no less?

Yes, we are now entering pure headcanon indulgence. In my SatoSugu head, Gojo is irritated that Miguel could’ve been sparring with Geto. This man is buff and strong, and has been around Geto for an unknown duration of time. We know Geto likes sparring and he is goooood at it. Did geto change? Can he still trust Geto not to kill any of the young sorcerers? (Yes, Yuta included. Because we can see Geto was battling within himself about following through, and doing so would mean a loss of his humanity in favour of strength - something not really in his nature - he nevertheless tries and we know how it ends when someone in the verse strays from themselves...).

I digress. Gojo probably also wanted to just go see Geto already, but dreading it at the same time. They both were under no illusions about how it was going to end, hence the sombre nature of the anime.

This scene always hurts when I see it… Side note: I did always feel like Gojo in jjk 0 (manga-only) was a little cold and to aloof compared to when Gege’s well into the series. I wonder what Gege would change if he rewrote/redrew it? Not that he will, ofc.

Whatever it was, I’m just going to allow myself a small pleasure in that maybe the idea of Geto and Miguel in an alliance ruffled his feathers a little. And then Miguel lets slip that “if I die I’ll curse you, Geto” - and I’m left wondering about the significance of that, if anything, whether it provided context to Gojo or the reader.

And in the aftermath of it all, Gojo recognised Miguel’s strength, utilising him for Yuta’s growth (so in a way Geto and Gojo train him?!? [yes I am hopelessly deep in satosugu shipping]) and I guess it was a link to Geto too. Gojo seemed to have no harsh feelings towards Miguel. Entrusting him with Yuta... and maybe also regarded him as someone who was important to his friend (Geto)...

They became his family, after all.

In light of the most recent leaked chapter - I hope Miguel makes it - and that we also get blessed with some crumbs in the form of flashbacks... it would be nice to see a bit more backstory.

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[sixosix]

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄: 𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒

# pure unadulterated fluff, reveals >:) MORE FLUFF! wc 1.5k

a/n i am a sucker for the “he did that!?” trope. you’ll understand what i mean.

“thank you for holding onto it, yuuji-kun!” you beam at your underclassman after skipping over to him, nearly toppling over with relief when itadori revealed that he never once let go of your precious locket.

itadori grins, “no problem, senpai!” ah, he’s so bright. “here, let me help you wear it.”

“oh—” itadori spins you around before you can voice out a reply, leaving you no choice but to just push your hair and collar aside. with your front facing the field once again, you catch inumaki staring at the scene—the both of you turn away. “thanks, yuuji. you’re seriously a lifesaver.”

itadori hums, followed by a quiet click! from your necklace. “senpai, i’m curious, though. i always see you wearing this, even during missions. you only ever take it off when we’re training. did someone give it to you?”

you distractedly rub the locket with your fingers, smiling softly as you gaze at it. kugisaki and fushiguro look over, eyes curious and ears perked up with attention, alerting your classmates to wonder what’s going on, too.

the locket isn’t anything special. you were four when you begged for your family to give you spare change for it. it’s worn out, silver faded over time, but it will always be the most valuable object for you.

“no one gave it to me,” you answer, eyes fixed on the glint coming off from it. “i bought it myself.”

kugisaki leans over itadori, eyeing the locket. itadori makes a confused noise at your reply, clearly not understanding. “hmm, it is pretty. it clashes with our uniform, but i get it.”

you chuckle, shaking your head. “no, i didn’t buy it because it’s pretty. a locket is a locket for a reason, you know?”

“ah! i see!” itadori points at the clasp of silver hanging over your collarbones. “so it’s what’s inside?”

“can i see?” kugisaki’s eyes sparkle, and itadori copies her. now you have two of your underclassmen pleading for a grand reveal—even fushiguro walks closer.

your skin grows warm at the onslaught of attention, holding the locket as if mimicking a shield. “i-it’s nothing special… you’ll be very disappointed. besides, i like my mystery, you know?”

…

“stop looking at me like that!” you wail, flailing your hands over their faces to wipe those puppy-eyed looks.

“y/n’s right,” maki pipes up, parading to the scene. “it’s a dead flower inside.” kugisaki echoes a perplexed: a dead flower?

maki is the only one who has seen what’s inside; the aftermath of her persistence and you feeling too soft for your friend to refuse. she says it now like she was disappointed, but after you explained to her the meaning behind it, she looked pretty impressed.

that person… they must be really special, huh?

just the thought makes your face warm.

“what? maki has seen it?” panda wonders aloud, with a note of betrayal.

“you and toge were out,” maki snaps for your sake before you start panicking. “and i’m y/n’s best best friend, i deserve to know.”

inumaki’s eyes cut to maki’s, sharp. “fish flakes,” he protests.

“okay, second to him,” maki scrunches her nose. “but toge shouldn’t count. because i saw it first.”

inumaki glares at her, and maki glares back. a pink-haired teen bursts between them, eyes round.

“i want to see it, too!” itadori proclaims.

“it’s up to l/n-senpai,” fushiguro reminds him curtly, making itadori’s shoulders deflate.

“i don’t mind,” you assure them with a placating smile. “just pretend you’re not underwhelmed, or else my feelings will get hurt.”

they raise their hands in mock salute. maki and fushiguro roll their eyes.

your fingers click on the clasp clumsily, the gesture unfamiliar; you don’t quite unlock your locket every day, afraid of losing the contents held.

itadori elicits a noise of childish wonder, always one for the sentimentals.

inside, are petals, dried, shrunken up, and long dead. but the purple is like a spray of color that stands out from gray. to you, it’s still the most heartwarming sight.

the color reminds you of inumaki’s eyes.

your eyes flick up to him, only to find that he’s already staring at you curiously.

“a flower,” panda coos, breaking the tension. “someone special gave it to you?”

“yeah, he is,” you confess shyly, and their expression changes into one of surprise. romance was never a hot topic for sorcerers, so this one is truly a shock to everyone. you’re suddenly relieved that gojo is nowhere near to hearing this gossip. “not that you can meet him, though! the last time i saw him was when i was four.”

“...that’s—”

“real sad? yeah, that’s what i also said,” maki interrupts itadori. but you recognize it for the kindness maki offers in hidden ways—she’s thinking itadori might say something worse for something so special to you.

but itadori is not like that.

“ah, no,” itadori laughs sheepishly, “i was about to say ‘romantic’.”

you snap the locket shut in surprise, ears ringing with how loud your heart is beating.

romantic. they think it’s romantic.

you want to bury your face in your hands for the rush of giddiness you feel. maybe maki is right; this is really sad.

kugisaki scoffs, loudly smacking her friend’s head. “idiot! what if it was y/n-senpai’s brother? or dad?”

itadori looks horrified. “wait, y/n-senpai—”

“mustard leaf?” inumaki’s gaze is soft and patient, a hand on your shoulder to remind you of his question.

“um—”

“you’re kidding,” kugisaki gapes at your reaction, “you’re still in love with that guy!?”

“what’s up with second years and their devotion to childhood romance…”

“it’s not like that!”

inumaki sighs, reaching for your wrist. you let him, because inumaki toge would be the last person in a list of people you know that would seek to hurt you—but you’re not prepared for him tugging you so roughly that your chests collide.

“tuna mayo,” he says, head tilted in the direction of the dorms.

“yeah, okay,” you murmur, cheeks aflame. “get me out of here before i combust.” inumaki huffs a quiet laugh.

inumaki peeks out to stare at the small crowd behind you. “fish flakes,” he warns, and you swear you could’ve felt a thin veil of cursed energy in those words.

“we’re not gonna follow you!” panda says, laughing too eagerly for it to be not suspicious.

“…does inumaki-senpai like—”

“yes. yes he does.”

inumaki opens his door.

you look around, smiling widely at your best friend. you haven’t been in his room for a while, but mostly because he likes your room better so you two tend to spend your lazy days in your room.

“what did you want to show me?” you question, skidding to a halt when inumaki reaches for his windowsill, where his pots of flowers stand proudly.

inumaki mentioned that his family made him grow fond of decorating his home with flowers, so even here he takes special care of the plants he brought from his clan.

he reaches for a familiar flower, shaded purple from its care and fading white to the tips of its petals. “tuna,” inumaki murmurs, plucking one of it out and handing it to you.

you feel a grin snaking up to your lips. “do you want me to replace it…?”

“bonito flakes,” inumaki shakes his head. he puts the pot back and reaches for your locket, “mustard leaf?”

“yeah, i trust you.”

inumaki’s eyes crinkle with a soft smile as he clicks to open your locket. gently, he thumbs the flower in, leaving you with two, one gray and the other still bright and healthy. he looks very pleased looking at it, where his flower covers the entirety of the old one.

“i didn’t know you’re the jealous type, toge,” you tease.

inumaki narrows his eyes playfully, snapping your locket shut with: “bonito flakes.”

you were four.

everything is too blinding and loud, with the lights flashing and people from their stalls yelling for customers.

for someone, it should be nothing special. but for a four-year-old who just lost sight of their guardian and is now in the middle of everything, it’s extremely overwhelming. too much, that you fall to your knees and clutch your head in hopes of muffling the sounds.

a finger pokes your forehead.

you look up to see a boy around your age, with pure white hair and striking purple eyes. he’s holding out a flower, crouched across you as he waves it around.

but he doesn’t move, like he expects you to crawl to him. like you’re a cat prepared to strike for a treat.

“for me?” you ask, finally releasing the death grip over your ears. when he nods, you brighten, completely forgetting about why you were in tears earlier. you’ve always loved gifts. “thank you!”

“you’re real nice,” you tell him.

he blushes. it’s very cute.

the boy gestures somewhere. “tuna?” he asks, pointing at a frantic woman who all but rushes in to tackle you into a hug.

“y/n! oh, baby, i told you to hold my hand…”

“sorry…”

you hold the flower close to your chest, watching from over your mother’s back as the boy starts walking away— but not without shooting a knowing smile over his shoulder at you.

gloxinia - love at first sight

thank you for reading!!!! likes, reblogs, and comments r super cool and ill love u forever

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[talesfromlissom]

hello everything is fine? If requests are still open, I would like to know if you can do the reaction of the Decepticons (Megatron, Tarn, Overlord and Soundwave) with a Cybertronian s/o who is a cannibal and uses a fucinheira? Is she a powerful and insane warrior? If you don't want to write, ignore it, thank you.

Fandom: Transformers (IDW?)

TW: Violence, Implied Gore, Cannablism

Rules | Ask Box | Kofi

A/N: I don’t normally do IDW requests (haven't read it all, and I also assumed that's the universe you wanted), however I recognize these characters enough that I did the request anyways because my inbox has been the sahara desert for the past couple of months Anyways I loved this request, so thank you. And yes, everything is good. 

MEGATRON

 » He puts a leash on you, sorry. 

 » Your relationship is absolutely terrifying, a lord and his loyal guard dog that eats people

 » When he first discovered your cannabalistic tendencies, he was shocked at first. He mainly just cops it up as a habit not yet broken from your upbringing. He had to do various unsavory things to survive being a low caste member, so why were you any different? 

 » relationship wise your dynamic is pretty much what is said above. You parades you around like a trophy, and sometimes even feeds you the severed limbs/organs of his prisoners. You don't mind as long as your fed apparently.

 » A long time ago, (for shits and giggles) he had said that he would use you as an execution method. Mainly for individuals that betrayed him and Megatron didn’t feel like hunting them down himself. When he saw how enthusiastic you were he made it a thing. 

 » Nothing pleases him more than letting you out of the muzzle to go ‘hunt’ and seeing you bring back a limb, organ, or seeing your intake covered in energon. It does something to him. 

 » May or may not have a predator/prey kink now 

TARN 

 » Probably the one to give you the muzzle in the first place.  

 »  You’re definitely a member of DJD by the way, I’d imagine he’d name you after the capital of his home city.

 » You and him met when he was going after yet another Decepticon traitor. He had expected to find yet another snivling coward, or a fighter. 

 » What he found was a half eaten corpse with you hovering over it. You looked wild, disheveled, but there was a sense of intelligence in your optics despite how much bloodshed you caused. 

 » And you caused alot. 

 » (Similar to Megatron) If on the rare occasion that the DJD’s current target gets away he send you on the hunt. He always orders you to bring them back alive, but he never says if they have to come back with all their limbs in tact. 

 » He prefers to kill them himself, and alternates between letting Tesarus grind them into bits or letting you eat them alive. 

 » He once had Tesarus grind a deserter into paste, and then Tarn served it to you as some fucked up smoothie. 

 » He still laughs about it to this day btw 

OVERLORD 

  » Was most likely frightened of you at first. You were strong, probably insane because you flat out ate people without a care in the world. However, that wasn’t what frightened him. 

 » You were smart. Every kill you made was calculated and precise. It was always people that the others wouldn’t notice missing. You memorized their schedule, the type of energon they had, the amount of exercise they got. 

 » Your prey was carefully, hand selected. You had certain types of people that you went after to consume, and people you avoided like the plague. 

  » At first he didn’t notice that various prisoners were going missing. He didn’t care, they couldn’t escape even if they tried. He didn’t really mind if the other Decepticons had dragged some loud mouthed Autobot out of their cells to give them a piece of their mind to be honest. 

 » And then he found a half eaten Autobot hanging from the ceiling, and that scared the hell out of him. He knew about your tendencies to devour your fellow Cybertronian, he just never thought he’d witness the aftermath. 

 » Afterwards you two come with a sort of unspoken agreement. You’re clearly settling for half cooked chow and he isn’t sure how long you’ll be satisfied with that. 

 » He keeps a close eye on you, and has a ‘list’ of your ‘most liked’ traits in a prey. Their energon type, the functionality of their frame, that sort of thing. If they happened to win enough fights, instead of Overlord giving his usual, ‘kill me or kill yourself’ dilemma, he rearranges it to ‘kill you or kill yourself’. 

 » You look completely unassuming to most, and you use that your advantage. 

 » Overlord loves seeing the look on people’s face when you don’t go for the kill, but instead open your mouth. The moment they see what’s inside they start screaming. 

 » He’ll never get tired of those noises. 

#//my writing #//requests #overlord x reader #megatron x reader #tarn x reader #woah first request #I haven't done anything on here in so long what else do i put

[detachedminxsfics]

Jealous Girl

Characters: Negan x F!Reader

Summary: You and Negan catch feelings for another after the two of you begin having sex on the regular, but you can't have what you want.

Word count: 1.7K+

Warnings: NSFW - Mentions of sexual encounters, implied dom/sub dynamic, worship kink, slight leather glove fetish, decent use of the word fuck because comic accurate Negan *chefs kiss*

A/N: I 100% wrote this whilst listening to Jealous Girl - Lana Del Rey, so consider this heavily inspired by it.

"Darling." Negan rasped, placing his index finger just below your chin and softly cupping it, his thumb brushing lightly across your bottom lip.

Jealousy, it floods you and burns through to the core of your being, as much as you hated to admit it. It was unbearable. Negan was in the hallway, his tongue down Sherry's throat as he pressed her back up against the wall and she ran her hands down the sleeves of his leather jacket. You and Negan, much to the both of yours misfortune, were very much attracted to one another. 'A thing', as most would call it. You were never sure how you two really established your dynamic, just that you spent too much time alone together, and unsurprisingly, one thing led to another. You'd been splayed over the front seats of the loading van as he 'rewarded' you for being so useful on a supply run, had your legs dangling over his shoulders as your sweat glistened bodies stuck to the black leather sofa in his bedroom, just to name a few of your intimate run-ins. But the one time you lifted your head from his chest to give him that look, your pupils blown out in infatuation as you both lay nude sharing warmth with one another and your body rested on top of him, he knew. He knew exactly what you wanted, and he knew just how much he couldn't give it to you. Even if he wanted to. If you wanted him that badly, you'd have to compromise.

"Mhm?" You hummed in response, partially concerned as to why his voice was tinged with that serious tone. It sure as hell grasped your full attention, even in the aftermath of coming down from your orgasm-induced high.

"You're a freaky girl, and you know I like that. But I know you've got your soft side too, and I can see that look in your eye. You can't go falling in love with me baby, you know that." Though his tone softened, his words did not. Harsh, but true.

You'd anticipated this conversation, dreaded it even, but the two of you could no longer delay the inevitable. Your brows began to furrow as the light in your expression began to dampen, nevertheless Negan caught it.

"Hey." He cut you off with a firm and assertive tone, his brows furrowed with thinly veiled irritation. When he was sure he'd grasped your full attention again and that his words would no longer fall on deaf ears, he continued.

"This ain't the 'no strings attached' conversation, cause that won't work for either of us, but this has gotta be kept on the down-low. I go parading you around and I'm breaking my own rules, fuck I'm not even supposed to be screwing around with you in the first place."

Your eyes wandered down to the mattress beneath you. He wasn't wrong. Negan had 6 wives, and they'd all bargained with him one way or another. They agreed to be totally loyal to him, in spite of their previous partners, and cheating was strictly forbidden. As you'd witnessed with your own eyes the act of adultery was mostly punishable by disfiguration or death inflicted upon the offender's paramour, a sentence predictably carried out by the man himself, Sanctuary's own judge, jury and executioner. He was breaking his own rule, the total damned hypocrite he is.

"I know Negan, I know. Just, don't go forgetting about me, okay?"

When you averted your gaze back to meet his eye he was smiling, not a genuine one, but his signature shit-eating grin.

"Hell, doll you got nothing to worry about, I ain't forgetting about that pussy anytime soon."

You scoffed and fawned a look of offense, false of course. You were giggling before you knew it, laughing as you leant in to press your lips on his and whispered.

"Shut up you bastard."

That was the last time you and Negan had spoken, or fucked, so this was possibly the worst first sight of him since then you could've seen. Dwight was just down the hall a little farther from Negan, standing with a handful of saviours all chatting in the halls, and god was he watching. Negan was doing this on purpose of course, to prove a point and put on a show, but that didn't make the temperature of your blood any cooler. When he finally pulled back Negan licked his lonely lips and flashed that arrogant smile, his brows raised as he basked in the joy of exactly what he was doing to Dwight. After he leant in and whispered something in Sherry's ear she gave him a reluctant smile and they parted ways. Sherry headed off down the hall, the sound of her heels reverberating throughout whilst Negan headed into his bedroom. You took a moment and spared the group of saviours down the hall a quick glance just to make sure they'd gotten invested back into whatever conversation they were having and when it seemed all clear, you hurried to his room. No knock awaiting patient permission, no courtesy. You just swung the door open and closed it behind you just as hastily, the sudden entrance capturing Negan's attention distinctly. He was in the middle of carefully laying Lucille down onto the rectangular glass coffee table when you burst in.

"Doll? What are yo-"

"Shut up, stop. I am going fucking insane. I know you'll screw them, I know that you gotta keep up appearances, but this shit hurts." You balled your fists at your sides and huffed as you threw the weight of the words from your shoulders.

You weren't angry with him per say, but more frustrated with yourself. This wasn't your usual self, at least certainly not the version of you that the other saviours were accustomed to. Or the version that Negan was attracted to.

"Slow down, before you go all crazy on me again, okay? I thought we'd spoken about this."

He enunciated his words with that patient sternness again, that way in which he grounded you better than anything you'd ever known.

"We did, but you and Sherry..."

You clenched your jaw, too embarassed to admit to him what he very quickly picked up on.

"Are you jealous?"

There was an underlying excitement in his voice as he questioned you, like he was enjoying the idea of your undivided and desperate attention.

"What do you think?" You sarcastically quipped, it was far easier than saying 'yes' and admitting to it, or lying completely.

Negan leaned back a little, assuming his usual posture, and gave a throaty chuckle. Not mocking you by any means, but almost praising you. Offhandedly, he ceased in removing the last remaining leather glove clad to his left hand and began to stalk towards you, a sickening pep in his step all the while. When he reached you he brushed his bare hand over your cheek, smoothing it over with his thumb.

“Kneel.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

You were startled, to say the least. It was the last thing you expected him to say after telling him that it pissed you off to see him making out with somebody else. As strange as it were with the purest of confusion etched across your features Negan removed his hand from your face as you began to lower to your knees, a soft and muted thud sounding after you finally knelt against the concrete floor of his bedroom. He was towering you now, looming over you with that dirty smile and those dark eyes, swirling with all kinds of evil. He raised his gloved hand and began to reach over and grasp your chin, forcing your already titled head to remain upward, gazing up at him wantonly.

“Say it.”

A beat passed in silence, you were too taken aback to fully understand what he was asking.

“Don’t make me ask twice, sweetheart. Who are you?”

You swallowed nervously as he increased the pressure on your jaw a little, the leather of his glove creaking against your skin.

“I’m Negan.”

A smirk played on his lips, a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth as his tongue darted out and wet his lips.

“Again.”

This is what Negan does, how he works people. He toys with you, wears you down, finds that thing that makes you tick, and then he drives a knife in it. For you it was your self esteem, you took great pride in the way you held yourself. You were the badass, at least as far as the other saviours knew. You pulled your weight in the gun fights, you minimised the fallout, you were part of Negan’s inner circle. A real higher up in the Sanctuary’s food chain, but next to Negan? You were this. Kneeling, a dazed mess doing whatever he asked of you, and he adored it.

“I’m Negan.”

He breathed in and began to draw out a long and exasperated throaty laugh, or at least the start of one.

“Good girl.”

He praised, leaning down to push his lips against yours with his grip still remaining on your chin. And you returned it with considerable fervour of course, as eager and lust-driven as ever. When he parted his lips from yours he grinned down at you, the sight of your inquisitive eyes gazing up at him fixedly as intoxicating and ego stroking for him as ever. He was dangerously close now, his breath faintly fanning over your lips as he spoke lowly.

“This is what I have over you, okay baby? We’re not equals, and never will be, and you’d do well to remember that. However.” He paused and lifted his leather clad thumb towards your bottom lip, pressing on it and lightly dragging it down, you could almost taste it.

“This is what you got over me. There ain’t nobody in this whole place that can storm up in here the way you just did, unless they got some sort of death wish. But you, no you come up in here full badass, and I fucking love you for it. That’s what makes you special, something you definitely got over any of the girls, over anybody in this whole damned place. And that’s why you could never be one of my wives, you’re better than that, stronger. Understand?”

That was all you ever really needed to hear. It wasn’t perfect, some days would be worse than others most certainly, but it was the flaming apocalypse. You could die tomorrow, or next week, maybe even today. So the impromptu arrangement the two of you had made would have to do. You nodded in response, and he finally removed his gloved hand from your jaw and held it out in front of you for you to take. Placing your hand in his he helped hoist you to your feet, and the air in the room settled again.

“Besides, I’m sure as hell no one can beat you in the bedroom department.”

#twd negan #negan x y/n #the walking dead negan #negan fic #negan smith #negan x you #negan x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #twd fic #negan the walking dead #negan twd #negan smut #twd fanfiction #negan imagine

[the-sky-queen]

So I have a silly little Sonic AU idea for you

The Biolizard merges with Sonic as a last ditch effort to defeat the heroes and it starts to go in it's favor, at first only for Sonic's friends to pull Sonic back in control.

And Sonic is now a fusion of the Biolizard and a hedgehog and the man is H U G E now

OOOO!!! Okay, this is a really cool idea! If the Biolizard can merge with the arc, why not with living things? Oh man, it's like a possession story line almost and I LOVE those.

Sonic just getting forced out of control and instead he's got this angry lizard rage monster parading around with his face. And this means Shadow's gonna have to fight him all by himself until the others can find a way to get through to Sonic! AND ALL WHILE THE ARK IS STILL HURTLING TOWARDS EARTH OH MY GOODNESS.

The Biolizard was pulling the Ark towards Earth, right? Does that imply it can . . . fly? Kinda? Does that mean once Sonic's back in control, he can just push the Ark back to a stable orbit and we don't need to worry about Shadow falling? Eh, even if I'm wrong, we can just say the fusion mutations gave Soniclizard wings an call it good.

WAIT A SECOND THE FUSION WOULD HAPPEN WHILE SONIC WAS SUPER SO WE'VE GOT SUPER SONICLIZARD ON OUR HANDS GUYS. OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

But also in the aftermath, being massive wouldn't be the only thing that Sonic would have to worry about. Biolizard is on life support which means Soniclizard has to deal with all of that too. :( Poor boy.

Imagine the Biolizard just becomes like Soniclizard's hulk form. If he gets too angry, the angry lizzard monster takes over and just starts wrecking things.

Thank you for the idea, anon, I shall have fun with this one. >:)

#thanks for the ask! #asks #ask multiverse #Sky Queen #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic AU #Bio Soniclizard AU #Sonic #Soniclizard #Shadow the Hedgehog #Biolizard

[coentinim]

Okay @subiysu-chan for some reason I can't answer normally because your ask formats in a weird way and I can't read it.

It's gonna be loong

1. Honestly, that really depends on the feminist. The most marketable to social media is of course the "decinstruct everything" type of leftism, but actually most people don't think like that irl. My country is considered conservative, though there's at least 5 (prob more) lgbtq people in my class and a lot of young people hold leftist beliefs, and almost all of them treat the deconstruction/anarchism/communism/kink as memes and don't take it seriously. We're 17-18 for reference.

And yes, feminism is depressing. I consider myself someone with feminist views (though not a feminist bcs I'm not an activist), and learning about rape, domestic violence, pay gap, abortions of baby girls and the lack of female body autonomy is very depressing. I wish I can have the strength to fight it one day. I don't think deconstructing family values is a core trait of feminism, but I do think it's a byproduct, since a big chunk female oppression relays on marriage. That's why divorce laws, financial independence, men knowing that marriage doesn't equal always consenting to sex, etc... are so important. So a byproduct of that will be less marriages, less kids. I know you're particularly against total sexual liberation, and I agree that it can be harmful sometimes, especially by making nsfw available to little kids. Above 15-16 I think it doesn't do much harm, unless it's like degrading porn, but I've heard of 12 year old boys who watch torture porn, so that's definitely fucked up. But that's not the goal of feminism, that's probably what leftist men think it is since they get more access to women by making sex only a commodity. Tbh I think sex buyers, especially those who actually pay to rape people, should be castrated lmao but that's a bit unrelated. I agree that complete deconstruction shouldn't happen, and it won't. It's just that... the past was very prudish, so now there's a pushback against that in the form of the sexual revolution. People are confused and often experience a Madonna-whore complex, too, so they rebel more by being more out there with the sexuality.

Stuff like homosexual attraction have been villainized, and instead of going "sex with and attraction to and love towards the same sex are morally neutral", they go "yeah suck my d conservatives i am the degenerate!!" which is very cathartic (I went through that phase on the internet help), but ultimately unhelpful. Same with bringing kink to pride parades?? Like no one wants to see your bare ass and cat ears, dude?? There are minors and people who don't wanna see your kinks. It's not fighting the Madonna-whore distinction, it's just choosing to be the whore instead of Madonna. I'm gonna blame social media and people who want to sow discord for political gains.

2. I'd love to read that and I don't see anything inappropriate with it. If you mean like aftermath of torture, there's a lot of it on tumblr already and people of all ages and backgrounds write that stuff. Unless there's something inappropriate I'm unaware of. But tbh, torture itself is very nsfw. Has a bad vibe. I mean, a naked man, tied up, being all vulnerable to another man... or maybe I just romanticize violence, again. But yeah, it's easy to misinterpret as kink content, but anyone with common sense should know it's not for kink as long as you don't describe them doing... well, sex.

3. I will but in a separate post since this one got quite political.

#like i get it i find romanticism and maybe eroticism in gore sometimes since it tends to have analogies to that you know #but also i love hurt/comfort it breaks my heart in a good way #and works about extreme situations like torture can be somewhat cathartic i like them #plus gothic??? hell yeah #nika gets political

[amberskyyking]

Dying Isn't Very Regulation: Chapter 13

Being stuck in tunnels this long is for the birds anyways.

(Or, a self-indulgent 5 9 16?? chapter fic inspired by Snapback by @toomanyteefs with Fives and Ninety-Nine, because I have emotions about this, they deserves the world, and the narrative has officially run away with me!)

Fives felt a stab of appreciation for his brother and the Batch. He had been sure that they would consider him a liability after his first night together with them, when the other regs tried to sneak up on them all for a glimpse of Fives’s face. The entire situation had been humiliating, from the undeserved hero-worship that felt more like mockery than anything to the fact that the squad of morons had intruded on the Batch’s little nook in the tunnels at all. But instead, the Bad Batch had become incredibly protective in the aftermath, closing ranks around him instead of against him.

He suspected Ninety-Nine had been involved in that decision, but didn’t dare ask. If the Batch was protective over Fives, it was nothing compared to how they treated Ninety-Nine, like he was made of glass and any wrong move could tear him away again. 

With Echo currently pressed against his shoulder, though, there wasn’t much room for Fives to talk. When Rex decided to head off the rumors himself and confirm Fives’s return, Echo had offered to go with him, and to his surprise, so had Hunter. Since then, the strange looks and whispers had grown rare, and they always ceased the moment any of the Batch looked their way.

Fives didn’t think too much about what they must have said to accomplish that so thoroughly. He was just glad he wasn’t required to be paraded around, fielding uncomfortable questions he really didn’t have the answer to anyways.

“If at any point you feel you don’t want to stay here, you know I can arrange for you to return to the ship, for whatever reason,” Mereel reminded them, pulling Fives from his thoughts.

“Rex might still need us.”

“We’re staying.”

“I know,” Mereel said with a slightly exasperated shake of his head. “But in case you change your mind -”

Ninety-Nine suddenly gasped and the whole Batch drew weapons. Hunter braced an arm over Ninety-Nine’s chest to hold him back as the others assumed ready stances, and Fives found himself automatically doing the same, one hand dropped onto Ninety-Nine’s shoulder. For a brief second he locked eyes with Hunter in mutual concern, but Ninety-Nine looked at them with confusion in his sparkling eyes. His mouth was hanging open, half a piece of haar’shun bread held loosely in one hand as he gestured towards… A pigeon.

Full Chapter (And Story!): Just A Lil But Pigeonholed

#arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #the bad batch #jaster mereel #clone trooper 99 #99 has never seen a bird before and he's super cute about it #domino twins #domino reunion #clone wars fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #starwarsficnetwork #clone troopers deserve better #clone troopers need a hug

[drippingheart]

Broken but not dead. Broken but not — He should have been roused from sleep by the hands of Mimiko and Nanako. Little giggles of encouragement mixing as warmly as the morning's sun, working better than any medicine to eliminate the nausea and migraine of another long night. Blood, sweat, and tears for a better future for his daughters and all of those cast aside like garbage by humans and jujutsu elders. Blood and sweat, plenty of it, but there were no tears to be shed as Getō Suguru was instead roused by the agony of a body that was best left dead. Fools. The elders would live and die to see their regrets through . . or had it been Gojō Satoru's @limitlessscion pity which would be the doom of them all?

Throat was almost completely void of moisture, but Suguru laughed — a dry and pitiful thing which ended up producing more discomfort than villainous intrigue. Oh, he should have been dead. No, he should have won against the fight with the mere child and claimed what would grant him assured victory in the war. Suguru no longer felt like chuckling. In his decrepit mental state, the defeated man drifted between rage and melancholy. Plush pillows and silk blankets should have been enveloping him. A freshly brewed cup of tea waiting in the hands of Suda Manami. Arms should have been knit close around the bodies of Mimiko and Nanako, but wait . . Oh, he no longer had two arms to embrace his daughters if he was to ever see them again.

── ❛ Mmmf. ❜

With vision obscured by blood matted hair, more dirty-brown than onyx at that point, it was the sorcerer bonds choking his limbs which made him realize the gravity of his loss. On the precipice of death, and the elders still bound him like a common criminal. Suguru's ego was certainly inflated, but there was no chance in heaven or hell he could produce a single ounce of fight, bonds or no. The excessive bondage did nothing to quell his ego. Nearly dead and they still considered him that much of a threat? Again Suguru groaned; flesh against sandpaper in sensation.

Why wasn't he killed? Why was he still alive? They intended to parade him around like some grotesque message and really aim to cut any fiber of self-worth. That was what jujutsu elders did after all — either treated sorcerers like pawns to use at their will or garbage to put at the curb. Suguru was both in this instance. He had never hurt this badly before not even in the aftermath of his defeat to Amanai Riko's assassin. The cockroach had been cruel but an efficient killer; this chaining of an armless and nearly dead man was, simply, sadistic.

Had Ieri Shoko been brought in to stave off death? He couldn't imagine his former friend stopping just there; she would likely desire to see him dead and not suffering or completely healed. Suguru was not actively bleeding, but he was certainly not healing either. Just a piece of mangled meat left to rot. Nevermind the comforts of his grandiose compound, all he wanted was to lie down and have the layers of blood washed away from his face. With both ankles and one wrist bound, he was forced into a constant kneeling position.

Kami, how he hurt everywhere as though every cell in his body was pricked with a nail. It ached. It throbbed. He should have died. Should have . . the pain was so strong he did not think he could return back to unconsciousness, yet he had to pry his eyes open once again. Stomach eating away at itself and desperate thirst were only indicators of the passage of time. Otherwise, he was still forced to kneel, still covered in blood, and still fucking exhausted. Days, hours, weeks. He knew nothing. Had he any moisture left, he would have shed a tear or two in longing for the presence of his daughters. Suguru had already been defeated. How much more did they want?

starter for @limitlessscion

#𝟬𝟖 maximum uzumaki . #limitlessscion #au one .

[misteria247]

Some more random silliness from the Muppets concept (Welcome Home) au yahoo-

After the vase incident Barnaby doesn't let you live it down. You're constantly bombarded with little jokes about your strength and smashing the poor vase into pieces. It embarrasses you each time because it really was an accident. Other than teasing you with the violent yet embarrassing first meeting, Barnaby also tells you jokes and puns, often times earning a laugh or a groan from you. But all in all you enjoy being around him.

You figure out quickly that Julie is a ray of sunshine, but she's also extremely chaotic. There was one time when you'd come home from work only to find her sitting on top of your fridge. Just cuz she'd come up with a new game involving climbing said fridge. Took you awhile to get her down but you had fun doing it. Even if you had to replace a few things that had gotten broken in her more erratic moments. (You made sure to keep bowling balls hidden from her afterwards).

Eddie likes to go get your mail and just sit down and chat with you. Since he can't exactly be a mailman anymore he's taken to telling you about all of his deliveries he's done in the past. You always find them incredibly interesting and are always asking him questions much to his delight. You'd even began to give him your letters you're planning to send out so he can take them to your mailbox. Often times joining him on the walk to just enjoy the morning air with him.

Sally has officially overtaken your spare room as the new theater room. She'll often be found in there practicing for her shows or writing a new play. She'll drag you into some of these sessions, asking for your thoughts and even including you in some of her plays. You always have a blast. And the costumes she gets her hands on are always a delight to try on and parade in them.

You and Frank surprisingly take a bit of time to get used to one another. Mainly because Frank is still lingering in the aftermath of their last home and what had become of their last caretaker. He's a bit distant with you however eventually he comes around like the others and talks to you about his bugs. Especially his love for butterflies to which you enjoy immensely. Seeing Frank light up about them makes you incredibly happy, knowing that he's warming up to you now.

You come to learn that Poppy is a bit of a worrier and it doesn't take long for her to start mother henning you as well as her beloved friends. She'll make delicious food and treats, help keep the house tidy and clean and has even made you a few hats, scarves and sweaters. You wear them all with pride and in return you try to help her out wherever you can. From chores to helping cooking dinner it becomes a special bonding time between the two of you.

Howdy keeps trying to persuade you into starting an online shop once he'd learned about the internet. It's an ongoing discussion between the two of you, mainly cuz you have no idea what he'd even sell. But eventually you do give him the reigns to get an online shop going and he becomes successful in no time at all. You learn not to question his unique abilities in selling things. Howdy just seems to have the magic touch and charming charisma that many salesmen wish they had. You also purchased a few things from Howdy's little shop much to his giddy glee.

After finding a few doodles here and there in your home, you'd come to realize that they were made by Wally. The smallest puppet was an artist and always seemed to be fiddling with pens or pencils he found around the house and draws on any scraps of paper he could get his hands on. He doesn't ask you for it, but you get him his own little art kit, with paints included. Let's just say he clung to your leg in happiness for a good half hour before gifting you a painting he'd made sometime later. It currently hangs on your wall.

#oli talks #ooc #muns ramblings #mindless ramblings of a madman #my writing #kinda #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home au #the Muppets concept (Welcome Home) #it's official we've got a name folks #welcome home x reader #welcome home x y/n #welcome home x you #barnaby b beagle #sally starlet #poppy patridge #eddie dear #frank frankly #julie joyful #howdy pillar #wally darling #note they all take a bit to warm up to you some of them are just quicker to do it #enjoy the shenanigans

[jeannereames]

You already wrote it like twice lol so I apologize for bringing it up again… but if you were to rewrite the final scene of Rise once more but from Philippos’s POV… what would you envision his final thoughts to have been when he’s killed? Or, I'm not sure if he would have even been capable of having any by that point, but, for imagination's sake really :)

Below are my thoughts about Philippos’s mindset at the time.

Before I get to that, for anyone wondering what the asker is talking about, my website for Dancing with the Lion has several “out-takes” (scenes cut from the novels), plus a few scenes (and one short story) that take place in the c. 10 months between book 1 and book 2.

Among these is a rewrite of Rise's last scene, originally done in Alexandros’s head, seen from Hephaistion’s POV. (Click image)

(Fair warning, and it probably goes without saying, but while the first set can be read after finishing Becoming, the second set should wait until you’ve finished Rise, as they naturally contain spoilers.)

So, first, at the parade’s start, Philippos would still be irked with Alexandros after their quarrel over (ironically) Pausanias. He said they’d continue the discussion later, after telling Alexandros his choices were about managing difficult personalities, especially when they’re about to be away from Macedon for some years.

Ergo, at the start of the parade, he would’ve been thinking about how to get through to his idealistic child that sometimes full justice must take a back seat to avoiding interminable blood feuds. He’d probably also have been hoping he’d live until Alexandros was more mature. He’d not be thinking assassination, of course. They’re about to embark on a serious military campaign to Persia, and Macedonian kings often died with their boots on. He’s in his mid/late 40s, his leg is lame and he’s not as fast as he used to be. He could fall in battle.

This isn’t overly morbid. These are pretty normal thoughts (ime) for parents of teens, and Alexandros is still, effectively, a teen, even if he just turned 20. You just hope the inevitable blunders of adolescence are none so bad they die before the neurons in their frontal cortexes finish fusing. Not that the Greeks understood adolescent neurology, but they certainly understood teenaged hotheadedness. And Alexandros (and the real Alexander) were more hotheaded than most. After all, how many times did his own bravery almost get him killed?

So that would’ve been on Philippos’s mind in the immediate aftermath of their quarrel, but it wouldn’t be the first time—I’m sure it was a well-worn grove of worry—so he’d have kicked it off once the parade started. After that, right up until the moment he was stabbed, he was having a great morning. It was truly his triumph. That’s the irony of his death … and why Pausanias picked that event.

Historically speaking, it seems he was stabbed in the back, or perhaps from the side, so I doubt he saw it coming—or who stabbed him. Now, we get into a bit of speculation and back to my fictional take. I wrote it so that he died almost immediately. Pausanias was a soldier, and even with a cloak in the way, he could find the heart fairly accurately, I think. (Whether this was true in history, we don’t actually know. The historical Philip may have taken a few minutes to die if Pausanias was off target by an inch or two.)

In any case, the heart is delicate. A direct wound by arrow, sword, spear, knife, bullet is almost always fatal without immediate medical intervention, due to extreme bleeding into the chest cavity. Ergo, shock takes over in under half a minute, more like 15-20 seconds.

In the novel, in those, let’s say, 20 seconds, Philippos was able to call his son’s name, and would have seen Alexandros turn and call him Pappa, reaching for him. The surprise on his son’s face would tell Philippos he wasn’t involved. Philippos would know he was a dead man, so I think it would matter to him that Alexandros wasn’t behind it.

I don’t say in the novel, but Pausanias could have whispered something in his ear at the end. I describe him as right behind the king, one hand on his elbow. Alexandros thinks he’s helping to hold his father up (not realizing the other hand had the knife). And, again, as a soldier, Pausanias would have twisted that knife, once it went in, to be sure, even if he’d hit off center, that it would do maximum damage. Then, of course, he’s off like a shot, shoving Philippos at Alexandros.

Philippos was probably still conscious enough to feel his son grab him and hear him shout, “Get him!” But after that, shock would’ve kicked in and he’d have lost consciousness. He’d look dead to Alexandros (and be as good as).

In reality, the brain still survives for a few minutes even after the heart stops. He’d no doubt have had the “life flashes before your eyes” experience. He might have felt fury at Pausanias, but largely, I think, for interrupting his plans. I suspect his main concern would be the safety of his son and of his kingdom. At the approach of death, things pare down to the most basic and most important. I doubt that included Pausanias except peripherally (probably to Pausanias’s dismay, if he knew).

So that’s my take on what Philippos probably thought at the end.

#asks #Philip of Macedon #assassination of Philip of Macedon #Dancing with the Lion #DwtL #Alexander the Great #historical fiction #ancient Macedonia #Pausanias

[aashi-heartfilia]

BnHA FINAL Prediction#01

Prediction#01

The next chapter starts with Toga finally declaring her villain name and that's the name of the chapter.

Suppose, her name is Bloodlust or Bloody Lily (she is always connected to Spider Lily and blood is the source of her main power)

Either way, this could be another chapter fleshing out Toga as a villain, like we got a glimpse of her childhood and maybe middle school in the previous chapters, so maybe this chapter will show her breaking point.

As someone on Twitter pointed out, she has never killed anyone on screen other than Curious and Co and that was the moment when her quirk evolved.

She didn't kill the bird in her childhood, she didn't kill Ochako or Bakugo in the forest arc, she didn't kill Camie in the Hero Licence exam, she didn't kill Eraser, and we were never shown that she killed that old lady either (in the war arc)

Most people just assumed she did that because of her nature. Then what was the turning point? We're never shown, but this chapter maybe and maybe that could lead to Ochako understanding her better and coming up with a solution with next chapters focusing on her story.

It goes with the current arc:

Chapter 391: The world that Rejected

Chapter 392: Villain Name

Chapter 393: Bloody Lily

Chapter 394: The world that accepted (Ochako's side of story, to balance things)

Chapter 395: Ochako Uraraka: ORIGINS

Chapter 396: Ochako Uraraka: RISING

Chapter 397: THE URAVITY OF DREAMS AND HOPES

Chapter 398: The two young girls (final conclusion to TOGACHAKO battle)

Chapter 399: Aftermath of TOGACHAKO battle

Chapter 400: Deku vs Shigaraki starts...

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So, if everything goes well I'm expecting at least 7 more chapters for the TogaChako storyline because unlike other characters whose character arcs were very sorted and full-fledged from the beginning (Shouto, Bakugo and Iida) Horikoshi was saving this battle for the last. We don't know what Ochako will possibly do to reach out to Toga.

No honey, that's not good enough.

Plus we don't know much about Ochako either, like Toga said "Ochako had an easy life because rules were made for people like her and she didn't need to deal with a single inconvenience" but we know that's far from the truth.

Ochako had a rough life, her family was poor, she didn't eat her meals to save money. She got into a hero school on her own merit. She became a hero, only to give her parents a proper life.

She saw her friends crying, teacher dying (midnight) and Ochako is a hero who wants to see everyone smile, and that includes Toga (the little girl whom the world rejected).

But if she really wants to become the Uravity of her dreams, we need a solid foundation to back it up! Like how Iida wanted to be Ingenium: The hero who will dash to grab the hand of a lost child or Shouto: who wanted to be a reassuring hero like All Might.

If we want all of this to happen, we need at least 7 back to back chapters!! And that too of at least 15 pages each, since there is still so much we don't know about them.

Plus the Twice Sad Man's Death Parade! Man if that came to a halt in less than 2 chapters, I am going on a rampage!! This death parade is going on for 20+ chapters now!! No way, it can be stopped in just 2 chapters!! Plus, I need a convincing answer as to how this parade will end. How can a single person such as OCHAKO put a stop to this entire army of clones.

Can Toga dying solve this issue? No, I don't think so.

The goal is to save her, not kill her.

But can toga control her clones?

We don't know that either. So at least 7 more chapters.

Plus we can have our main Deku vs Shigaraki from chapter 400 onwards to 420. Remember, we still have All Might vs AFO and other battles remaining? So maybe the narrative can shift to that too.

All Might vs AFO can contain glimpses of other battles too that are going on followed by a finale with All Might losing and going to Shigaraki. Then Deku vs Shigaraki, where Bakugo wakes up and they both defeat AFO Shigaraki together, Heroes Rising style putting an end to the story.

Conclusion:

TOGACHAKO battle: ch 390 to 399

All Might vs AFO: ch 400 to 405

Deku vs Shigaraki: ch 405 to 420

(Here is little Deku for world peace)

~Thanks for reading

Cheers! Sunshine

#uraraka ochako #ochako uraraka #bnha ochako #bnha 392 #bnha 393 #bnha 394 #bnha spoilers #bnha manga leaks #bnha manga spoilers #ochako urakara #bnha uravity #lucy heartfilia #bnha uraraka #bnha ochako uraraka #ochaco #ochako #ochaco uraraka #katsuki x uraraka #bnha toga #togachako #togaocha #toga himiko #bnha iida #mha iida #mha deku #bnha deku #mha all might #bnha all might #urakara ochako #himiko toga

[crazycartoonnerd123]

TOH S3 PREDICTON & ANALYSIS ON LUZ'S TRAUMA

(Warning: Long post with s2b spoilers!!!)

I made a post back in late May or early June that discussed how I believed that Luz would blame herself after the aftermath of King's Tide and everything that had taken place previously to that point. And upon seeing the season 3 poster AND the comiccon art Dana posted, I feel that this is the direction that Luz is heading in. She went from being like this in previous seasons:

To being like this in Dana's art for Comiccon:

She looks so much more mature and determined. She looks like she's going to do everything in her power to right the wrongs she believes she caused. We know from previous episodes that she blames herself for things that are not necessarily her fault. Separate Tides is a great example of this. She blamed herself for Eda losing her magic even though that was not her fault in the slightest bit and feels like she's being a burden to Eda. Because of this, Luz risks her own life to right her "wrong", but Eda is thankfully able to snap her out of that mindset. But to me, this one of the best examples I can think of of Luz trying to make up for what she feels is her wrong doings. Which brings me to the poster:

Luz looks mad. Not happy, not scared, not sad; She looks mad. AND she has some very obvious eyebags now. I think she has overworked herself, and is essentially slowly destroying herself to fix what has happened. She's probably stayed up countless nights trying to figure out a way to get back to the demon realm, or worrying about Eda and King, or wondering if there was anything else that could be saved. And she's probably keeping all of her feelings locked up inside and building a wall. Just look at Dana's art that she posted after King's Tide:

She is closed off as could be. While everyone, minus Hunter, is asleep, she is awake. She looks angry and upset and sad. And she's not giving Amity back any of the physical affection she is receiving. Her hands are in her pocket and she has an unfocused gaze. She's closing herself off. The happy person she once was is pretty much gone. We've seen in episodes such as "Fallies at the Coven Day Parade" and "Reaching Out" that she has the extremely self destructive tendency to build a wall and not let anybody in. And in both cases, I think the only person she lets in (minus Eda and King) is Amity. So I really think Amity is going to be the one who gets Luz to open up and let it all out.

Also, let's not forget that she was basically manipulated by Phillip/Belos multiple time, so she feels really guilty about the day of unity because she feels like she caused it.

Luz is not going to be the same as she was in season 1 and 2. She's gonna be significantly more closed off and self destructive. And that actually really scares me.

#the owl house #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #toh s3 #toh s3 spoilers #toh s3 theory #luz noceda #luz noceda character analysis #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #amity blight #willow park #hunter toh #gus porter #character analysis

[notwithaste]

as i still process unnatural habits and annoy my nearest and dearest fandom friends with my endless discourse on phryne-jack-rosie dynamic absolutely nobody asked for as well as dissecting that last scene - you know the one where she said it’s never too late for him (ha!) and he wanted her to know he wasn’t with rosie and she was very relieved to know he wasn’t with rosie and he was fully going to kiss her and they smiled dumbly at each other and he went out presumably to commit murder so they could work together again soon and she ended her night leaning back against the door smiling dreamily (i know what you are phryne fisher!)

yes AS i still process ~that episode, i have somehow in a feverish daze reached season 3 and let me tell ya, the opening credits are nowhere ~near long enough for me to process that cold open because they’re ~dating? 🧎🏼‍♀️

it’s that breath she takes before she opens the door to what she thinks is jack that will haunt me, because this is jack and this matters. help.

‘is that an invitation.’

‘well i could wait a whole day for yours.’

and that exchange is snappy and quick and witty as they always are, but boy if there isn’t an undercurrent of something more there from phryne and as much as she’s been the flirty airy force in this dance they’ve been doing, i think it’s wearing on phryne a little, his reluctance and his guard. and i am really curious about their date and how it was arranged and who made it happen and what were the implications because that was NOT a friendly meal and they were both giving it such regard and relevance and care, and then the disappointment and frustration in the aftermath, and the trying again and god. that was a date date.

and then of course the main event with THE OTHER MEN. THE CONSTANT PARADE. lord i have asked and i have received 😭

and i don’t mean that in the sense that phryne should be called out on her men or her past (never!) but that it would bother jack? yes, of course it would bother jack, of course it does; and it may have taken enough whiskey to kill a horse (dear repressed jack, never change) but i’m so glad it came out. jealous trope can be so SO good when done right and so often on shows we get the tired generic shtick that comes out possessive and controlling and over the top, but here jack is in fact actively trying to be okay with it. he’s trying to be the man she needs him to be (or rather the man he thinks she needs him to be!) and it’s so endearing and so jack and i love that. but the thing is, jealousy is an emotion like any other and it’s human and when someone you love is with someone else, that’s gonna bother a person and i just love how honest and raw that scene is. especially considering how long it must have been brewing and how much it must have been bothering him to say something at all, let alone be so candid about it (i love you, alcohol).

(also phryne’s delivery of ‘what other men’ had me YODELLING 😭😭 i love her more than words can say.)

(oh but yes; he’s trying so hard to be what he thinks she wants him to be and all she wants is him.)

and then of course the undressing scene elmo fire gif 😮‍💨 now i don’t know if she was just saying it to throw him off kilter but i find it hard to believe phryne fisher wouldn’t do at least some of the undressing; sneak a peak, call it research, reconnaissance if you will.

i hate they didn’t get their date however i LOVE the layer her father’s presence has added to phryne. that last scene, the raw old hurt there - accentuated by the fact ~she always plays the role of the frivolous one; god that juxtaposition honestly gave me goosebumps! - was so honest and exquisite.

and when baron toast to his daughter, the look jack shoots her is ~knowing. she may be putting up an indifferent casual front but he knows her and he notices and god it’s so good. i really want this explored and addressed, especially but not exclusively with jack and phryne.

(also mac asking phryne what have you done to him 😭 and then when phryne says stood him up for another man she’s like come on cough up like phryne standing up jack is the most ridiculous concept 😭 also, mac and jack as friends in law is my favourite non-phrack headcanon interaction 🫶🏻)

and god i just love this new dynamic we’ve shifted to in s3, the way they are about each other and with each other is just so… inevitable. i mean she’s always been tactile but now she’s ~tactile; she’s not just teasing and edging anymore. and he’s been reserved but now he’s calling her out - and not just in his big speech but throughout the episode. and it feels like there’s a clear purpose to what they’re doing, a clear shift that’s happened where they went from knowing who they are to each other in season 2 to taking that knowledge and giving it direction and trajectory and purpose, and the progression is just wonderful to watch 😭

(that said, i’ve only seen 3.1 so far so if i’m horrendously wrong you’ll give me a break and we’ll just pretend i never said that 😂)

tl;dr they should kiss now and jack’s floppy bed hair is very lovely and should make an appearance alongside phryne’s going to bed face from unnatural habits and essie’s freckles are a source of great distraction to me

#phryne x jack #miss fisher's murder mysteries #phrack #death defying acts #phryne fisher #jack robinson #unnatural habits #help