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dabislittlemouse · 9 months

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Hmm, how about “Hey there little miss,“+ Dabi ( noncon with chase kink🤤) Hope it’s not difficult, I’m excited to know what you come up with!🤗

“𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔..”

-Dabi x Reader smut (tw: noncon, MDNI)

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It was supposed to be a fun night out with your friends at the downtown bar to celebrate your graduation. Though it turned out far from it the moment a certain individual stepped in, entering inside as if he owned the whole place. You of course minded your own business, but you couldn’t ignore the way his presence was so heavy to the point the whole room quieted down.

The man was wearing a hood, you couldn’t fully see his face but his eyes were noticeable, sharp blue eyes that looked like they’re almost glowing under the shadow of the hood. You found yourself staring at him longingly while your friends were chatting with each other, completely unaware of the actual danger creeping by. He approached a certain person near the counter who kept drinking and laughing with his buddies, not even glancing at him. His hand was placed on his shoulder, gripping it tightly and the group quieted down, looking confused.

“The hell you want?!” the man said, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

“So you’re that piece of shit who spied on us, huh?”

His voice sent shivers down your spine. It clearly brought no good news. Your instincts screamed at you to tell your friends to get the hell out of here immediately.

“Spy?! What are you even talking abou-” Before he could speak further, the mysterious man removed his hood, revealing his dark spiky hair. Now you could see his face, his terribly familiar scarred face with staples holding it. Your eyes widened in terror.

“Guys!” you whispered, grabbing your friends attention. Your face went pale, recognising the heinous villain who’s been burning several towns and people. “We need to leave! Now!”

“Leave?! What do you mean? We just arrived” one of your friends replied.

“No listen to me, we need to-"

In a second, screams and a bright blue filled the whole bar. You saw that the villain had set the man on fire, he was burning alive and screaming in agony as the blue flames ate his skin and melted his bones. Panic filled everyone, people started running and screaming, reaching for the nearest exit, pushing each other to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Guys!!! Guys wait for me!!” you screamed at your friends who were running ahead of you, leaving you behind as the mass of people pushed you. You fell to the ground, not being able to keep up. The bar was set ablaze and smoke got in your lungs, making you cough hard.

As you struggled to stand up, a pair of boots suddenly were right in front of your face. You froze in fear, as your eyes slowly looked up to see the villain, a wicked smile on his face.

“Hey there little miss~” he said seductively, not even bothered by the smoke and flame. His hand reached to grab your arm, making you stand up.

“N-No please!” you whimpered as he slammed you against the wall, pressing his warm body against yours.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you were staring at me earlier” he whispered in your ear, inhaling in your scent and feeding off your fear. “Mmh fuck- such pretty doll you are”

“M’sorry I -I didn’t mean to be rude! Please don’t hurt me-" you squeezed your eyes shut as he grabbed your chin.

“Don’t worry dollface, I already incinerated those who I had in mind. The problem is though, I am still pissed off. Angry. Need to do something to blow off some steam don’t cha think?” he smiled, pressing his now hardened bulge against you. Your eyes widened at his clear indication. Without thinking further your knee came up, hitting him right between his legs, hard. Dabi let out a grunt, crouching down in pain while you ran out from his grasp, heading for the door.

“Ugh- you little fucking whore!”

If he was angry earlier, now he was completely furious. Like a mad hungry beast hunting down its food. And you provoked him enough, bad decision.

The door was blocked by walls of scorching blue flames, no way you could get through them to go outside. Tears started rolling down your face, were trapped inside with Dabi. A hand reached to tug at your hair harshly, pulling you towards him as you let out a scream from the pain. Then he threw you down to the wooden floor, getting on top of you as flames surrounded you both.

“N-No please!! Let me go!” you begged as he began burning off your clothes, the heat making you wince and wail.

“I’d have gone softer on ya doll, but you just had to be a brat, didn’t cha?” he growled, slapping at your bare thighs. “Now I’m mad. And when I’m mad-"

Dabi unzipped his pants, whipping his cock out and then spreading your legs harshly with both of his hands.

“When I’m mad I make sure to burn and break everything in front of me”

You wailed, trying to get away from him but the flames surrounding you both were getting closer. If you moved further your hair would surely catch fire. He buried his head on your neck, biting and sucking on your skin harshly while the tip of his cock pressed againstyour entrance.

“Y’scared?” he asked softly out of nowhere, looking up at you, staring at your teary eyes. His thumb reached to wipe off your tears, an unusual tender action if it wasn’t for the situation you were in.

“Y-yes” you whimpered, hoping that he would have some mercy and let you go.

His grin widened, pulling off the staples of his mouth. “Good”

Without a warning, he pushed himself inside of you, tearing you open without preparation at all. Breath got caught in your throat, the unbearable painful burn between your legs making it impossible for you to even scream. He was big, he would kill you.

“Fuuuuckk so tight f’me” he said as he buried himself completely inside of you, his tip touching your cervix. “Think I’m gonna have so much fun with you from now on”

From now on? Your blood turned cold at the indication between his sentence. But your mind stopped thinking the moment he started moving, thrusting deep and hard in and out of you, grunting on your ear as your tight walls milked him dry.

“So good, this tight fucking pussy of yours- s-shit!”

You sobs and screams got louder as his hands gripped your hips, heating up and leaving nice marks that wouldn’t go away for a while.

“Haahh fuck- who would’ve thought that I’d find such precious gem in a hellhole like this?! Must’ve been a reward from God himself for all the hard work I do. Y’know, taking care of trash and incinerating them all~” he laughed, still thrusting inside of you as he savored the scared expression on your face. He was vile and terrifying, marking your body from the inside out while you could do nothing but take on his anger and frustration.

With a few more thrusts, you felt him throbbing inside of you.

“N-Not inside!” you screamed but he totally ignored your pleas, his hips stuttering as he reached his high. His cum, warm and thick completely coated your walls white, dripping out of your sore cunt as well, followed by a guttural groan from the villain. His eyes rolled back as he enjoyed every second of it, as if he hadn’t cum in years.

“F-Fuck, shit doll! Came s’much” he breathed out, looking at the mess beneath him. He reached to lick your cheek, savouring your salty tears.

“I think I’m gonna keep ya princess” he chuckled, pinching your cheek. “Let’s get the hell outta here, I don’t want you turning like me”

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tarydarrington · 5 months

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Well into the night, Essek folds his hands at last with nothing left to say. Caleb’s study feels hollowed out, refilled to bursting with the ghosts of every word exchanged. There had been a lot of them. All carefully chosen, some shouted, all heated.

This isn't the end of the conversation, but it's the end of their talk. A satisfactory end to the first of many chapters. Essek takes a deep breath.

"Thank you for listening."

Across the coffee table, his mother folds her hands in her lap. "Thank you for your honesty."

As though this is the end of a business meeting and not the second most harrowing conversation of Essek's life, they exchange a polite nod.

He stands, clasping his hands behind his back.

"Allow me to show you to your room."

Hours ago, Caleb had retreated to his quarters to allow them some privacy. Much as Essek would like to follow, he will stay away while his mother is here. Whatever assumptions Deirta might make about their involvement would not be true—not yet, anyway—and he will not sour their uneasy truce with a misunderstanding.

“My quarters are there,” he says, gesturing to the door with the star carving. “Caleb’s are across the landing.”

He points out the rest of the rooms below as they approach the landing. The tower has been tinkered with over time; the rooms usually reserved for the rest of the Nein have become workshops, research stations, and other such spaces that have proved useful in their explorations.

Before he can lead her down through the iris, his mother holds up a hand.

“If I might impose,” she says, “I should like to read over the reports you mentioned.”

Of course—he had mentioned the Vurmas reports during the initial buffer of small talk. They would make their way to the Dynasty eventually, but reading them beforehand will give his mother a leg up. The first of many gestures Essek suspects it will take to make up for her silence.

A small price to pay. Until he had known for certain that the Umavi would not cut all contact upon learning of his treason, he hadn’t realized how much he had dreaded the possibility.

He turns away from the iris and toward his room. His mother waits outside as he slips in, leaving the door ajar behind him as he sifts through the stack of papers left on the table in the entryway.

“Pardon the mess,” he says out of habit, as though the space is not spotless. Caleb arranges this room from scratch each night; there is not so much as a speck of dust to offend.

It stops Essek mid-hover, then, to see his mother’s eyebrows raised when he turns back.

“Think nothing of it,” she says, and already the polite smile is back in place. “Tell me, do your friends’ quarters share the same design?”

Essek follows her eye line over his shoulder. Caleb has laid out his rooms as he usually does, all purples and stars and fine fabrics. An array of arcane instruments waits patiently on a table under the window. Essek's mother looks past it all and into the bedroom. He frowns. There is nothing terribly unusual there, save—

It's all he can do not to swallow his own tongue.

The bed. His mother is staring at his bed.

For a drow of his age to sleep once in a while is not unheard of, of course; particularly when ill, they are known to indulge. Be that as it may, Essek knows as well as Deirta that one would hardly purchase a bed for a once-in-a-blue-moon nap. It comes with certain implications.

It was not a purchase, Essek insists to himself. Everything in this room was pulled from the ether to make him comfortable. The logic is with him.

"Indeed," he says. "The colors are customized to suit us each as individuals, but the layout is the same."

This is the part where he pretends that he hasn't spent more than one night positively snug under those blankets for comfort's sake, and especially pretends he has not realized that the mattress is wide enough to fit two.

Essek’s mother is an intelligent woman. She will put two and two together: Caleb is a human, and a human unused to drow customs might make such a faux pas with innocent intentions. One tends not to think twice about habits that are second nature, and someone of Caleb’s background would not think twice about placing a bed in a bedroom.

Essek has done the same mental math more than once, with varying levels of desperation.

“Well,” he says, and presses the files into his mother’s arms with as much dignity as he can scrape together, “let me show you to your rooms.”

They make their way in silence down through the tower’s central column. Essek thinks auf rather than saying it this time; better, just in case, to keep the magic words from his mother.

He leaves the way to the front door open. She has far too much decorum to snoop during the night.

They touch down on the fifth floor. Silently, Essek thanks Caleb for neglecting to put a dodecahedron on the guest room door.

“These are yours.” He draws the door open for her, bowing his head as he gestures inside.

With no small swell of pride, he watches her take in Caleb’s handiwork as her head turns on a slow swivel, then sneaks a glance himself.

Strands of crystal drape the ceiling like a canopy of iridescent vines. Caleb has replicated perfectly the sitting room Essek had described, complete with his mother's favorite tea steaming on the low table. Everything from the molding to the doilies speaks to both the gravity of her station and her own personal tastes.

There is no bed.

The Umavi’s manners are immaculate. He knows, as she turns a smile on him that is barely thinner than usual, that he will not hear a word about it. He will simply be cursed with the mortifying knowledge that she has arrived at her own conclusions.

Perhaps, if he tried very hard, he could claw his way out of his skin.

“Thank you very much,” Deirta says, hands folded in front of her. “Please pass on my gratitude to Master Widogast.”

He will hold eye contact. He will hold eye contact and smile politely. It is perfectly acceptable for his mother to suspect that he—

“Of course,” he says. “Should you require anything, the cats will assist.”

With utmost grace and one final nod, the Umavi shuts the door behind her. Essek, hands folded behind his back, counts to ten before deflating.

The bed is just as they’d left it, when he finds his way back to his chambers. Essek lingers in the doorway regarding it for a long moment before sinking down on the edge.

The bedding is soft. Is this the sort of fabric Caleb imagines Essek would prefer, or the sort that Caleb himself enjoys? He runs his thumb over a seam, letting the thought settle in with a warm buzz. It feels less forbidden this time, and several times more dangerous.

He leans into both feelings, climbing the rest of the way onto the bed and under the covers.

Two floors down and two doors over, his mother is doubtless turning their conversation over in her head. She will spend the night picking apart his every transgression, weighing it against whatever sentimental value he holds to her.

Essek breathes out and turns his face into the softness of the pillowcase.

It smells like him. Like Essek himself—just the way it would after many days of use. Essek shuts his eyes, pressing his hands to his face as the liquid warmth of that realization makes its way through him.

Two doors down, he is increasingly certain that Caleb, too, is thinking of him.

His mother is in the tower. This is not the time to dwell on such things, much as his body would like to.

With a deep breath, Essek runs his thumb across the soft ridges of the duvet. His nail catches on one, then two, then three—he counts until his pulse begins to listen to reason, then breathes out. For now, he will take it as a safety net. Something to fall into at the end of the day when all else is uncertain. A soft place to land.

Let his mother assume what she will. It would be the least of his crimes she’s learned of tonight.

The threads of a Sending pull taut between his fingers, buzzing with potential. He takes a breath and lets it out.

“We are finished for the night,” he says. “Much more to come. My thanks and hers for your hospitality.”

He curls his lip at himself. Formality is not a leg on which he’s felt the need to stand in some time, where Caleb is concerned. His mother’s presence has him falling back into old means of keeping balanced.

“Sleep well. Perhaps with one eye open.”

Caleb knows him well enough to take it in jest. Essek lets the spell go, shutting his eyes with a long breath out.

Later, the memory of Caleb’s voice in his head as he sinks into the mattress will do him no favors at all.

“Glad to hear it went well,” he says, laughter in his voice. “I will have breakfast ready early. She will be impressed, I hope.”

Essek counts the stars on the ceiling. The pause stretches on for two constellations.

“Until morning, dear friend,” Caleb finishes. “Sleep well.”

Something warm unspools in Essek’s chest as the magic dissipates around him. There is more than one story in the tower that is only in the first of many chapters. The words to this one will be harder to find—but their writing, he thinks, will be sweeter.

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a very happy, very late birthday to my friend @sosobriquet, who tossed this concept around with me many months ago 🍰💜

#happy extremely belated birthday friend!! 🥳#shadowgast #essek thelyss #mine #mn #essek #scheduled post i'm asleep

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depravitycentral · 7 months

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Hi! I know you already discussed this with the hxh yanderes, but do you think some yanderes in demon slayer, hashiras and demons, would want to get married to their darling? Hashiras probably would, but i'm not so sure about demons.

Hi anon!!

I'm always happy to write about kny, and this is a good question! I'm not too much of a buff on Japanese history/historical time periods, so hopefully I'm not too factually off - based off of Tanjiro's reactions anytime skin is shown/ Zenitsu's insistence on marriage, I'm going to guess that marriage was probably more expected than it is today. So we're going to move forward with that in mind!

(Also I know next to nothing about traditional Japanese weddings, so you're getting my Western norms/knowledge... sorry! Also, I'm still debating on whether I want to write Mitsuri and Obanai as separate or poly yanderes because I really can't stomach the thought of separating them, so you're getting poly for this!)

Without further ado, let's discuss!! (This is long I apologize)

First of all, you're right - almost all of the Hashiras have marriage on the mind once their obsession forms. They're dreaming of you in pretty white gowns, boquets of flowers everywhere, and a pretty, glittering ring on your finger. There's something comfortable and good about knowing that you're safe, that you're protected, that you're theirs, both in the eyes of the law and of each other.

The demons, on the other hand, are more of a mixed bag - none of them really remember their time as a human, but some are more connected with their human sides than others - and thus, some of them are much, much more desperate to make you theirs in a way that satiates their remaining scraps of humanity. (Plus, this is a way to bind you to them that the demons know you'll recognize the weight of - after all, it's not like divorcing them is really an option; you can't even run two feet without them immediately catching and immobilizing you. What makes you think you could ever truly escape them?)

But of course, let's start with the beloved, oh-so-righteous Hashira. They each have a different level of motivation for getting you to share their last name - personal trauma, dependency, and their awareness of your feelings for them make each individual approach in asking for your hand very unique.

(Though each is laced with just a hair of hesitance, their vulnerability coming to light when they pop the question, because even if they've already stolen you away, even if Stockholm Syndrome has already bent and warped you, there's still the possibility of rejection. There's still the possibility that you don't want them as badly as they do, that you don't need them like they need you. You'll say yes, they'll make sure of it, but you need to mean it - you need to love them, too.)

Kochou Shinobu wants to marry you, and while she won't force you to, she's not too shy to drop hints. In general, she's not too terribly controlling, aside from her extreme overprotectiveness, and this extends to her plans of marriage with you.

She wants to bind you to her permanently, to get you officially and legally tied to her in a way you can't deny no matter how badly you may want to, but she won't force it. After all, while she does force you into all sorts of things in the name of protection and your wellbeing (forcing you to eat certain foods, keeping you inside the Butterfly mansion with scheduled times for you to sit outside in the garden, and a whole variety of other things that make you bristle with indignation and shame), she wants big steps in your relationship to be consensual.

(Aside from your kidnapping, of course - though she sees your captivity less as a step and more of a necessity, more of something she's doing to make sure you aren't the victim of some horrible, disgusting demon. And, of course, so that you're alive and well and she can see you and hear you and smell you and touch you.)

She'll pop the question once she thinks Stockholm Syndrome has set in, and even then, the moment is actually quite nice. She'd set up a nice meal for you (with foods you actually like, not the overly healthy, bland slog she always forces down your throat), with a few candles glowing and nice, fluffy blankets surrounding where you both sit on the floor.

Her voice is strangely soft and sweet when she asks you, this odd look in her eye that almost looks scared, as if she's genuinely afraid of how you'll respond to her slightly wobbly will you marry me? She wants you to say yes, needs it, really, but if you say no she'll respect that.

She won't let you go, of course, but she won't force it onto you. She'll be more distant, a little more snappy, and she'll spend noticeably less time physically close to you, but once she's recovered a bit (meaning she's slaughtered enough demons that her anger is slightly quelled, though the hurt is still very much present), she'll return to you, working even harder than before to make you happy and want her.

Perhaps you'll change your mind if she's more accommodating, if she's sweeter, if she's just better.

Giyuu Tomioka, for one, probably won't ever ask you to marry him.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but rather that it seems like this unnecessary step that doesn't need to happen for your relationship to be stable and happy and loving. He's a bit of an odd duck as a yandere - he's emotionally stunted and difficult at communicating his feelings, and because of this, he often worries that you're feeling things that he's unaware of.

He's paranoid that you secretly hate him, that you're lying every time you say something even remotely nice to him, that you wish he was dead or being tormented by a demon. (And frankly, this isn't entirely false - he does eventually kidnap you, once his hand is forced, and of fucking course you hate him after that - you're terrified of him, and it nearly breaks Giyuu, sending him into a spiral that'll take months of you eagerly convincing him otherwise to move past.)

And because of these fears, Giyuu is hesitant to really do anything romantic at all with you - anything from calling you pet names to cuddling you takes a long time for him to feel comfortable with, and so marriage?

It's unlikely that he'll ask, but not impossible - after all, he does harbor strong feelings for you, finding you on his mind constantly, his hands always twitching and itching to reach out to you, his eyes always seeming to wander back to your figure, his entire body just yearning for you you you.

Giyuu does genuinely want to marry you - he likes the idea of you having his last name, and the idea of being tied to you in a real, tangible way. It makes some of the paranoia quell, because would you really leave him if you were married?

Widows don't survive easily in this world - you'd find it extremely hard to remarry. (That thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth, though he does like that it means you're less likely to leave him.)

So while Giyuu probably won't ever ask, just know that when he's staring at you so longingly, gazing at you with those wide eyes that never seem to blink, he's imagining the way you'd look in lace, how your pretty face would look at him from under a veil, how your voice would caress his name when you say your vows.

It's a sweet thought that he harbors, and it's only many, many years into the future that he'll admit this to you. (And even then, it's only in passing, only when he's in your arms, on the brink of sleep and feeling the most calm and vulnerable and safe he's felt in his whole life - you'll hear a small would you want to be a wife? He won't elaborate if you ask him to repeat himself, instead pretending it never happened, but that's probably the closest you'll get to admittance.)

Kyojuro Rengoku knows marriage is in his future from a young age. He's always dreamed of having a loving family, of having another family for Senjuro to grow close to.

And really, you just make it so easy - it's disturbing how quickly he's fantasizing about dropping to one knee, imagining your face - in detail - when he pops the question; he's sure your jaw will drop, your eyes going wide, maybe you'd even cover your mouth with your hand because you can hardly contain yourself with excitement.

And then you'll say yes - over and over again, crushing him into a hug that he eagerly returns, burying his nose into your hair and smelling and breathing and yearning -

Nights he spends fantasizing about your future normally end with flushed cheeks and sweat coating his body, his chest heaving and dried cum splattered along his navel.

He expects marriage, really, simply because he's a traditional man and he wants to become your protector and provider - he's lenient on most things involving the wedding, however. He's daydreaming about you in your dress, of course, but he'll be delighted with whatever style or color you choose, tears of joy in his eyes when he sees you walking down the aisle towards him, towards your future.

He'll let you decide the flowers and how you style your hair, and he'll even let you choose his own clothing - he will be incorporating the flame somehow, however, and that goes for more than just his clothing. Your ring will have a large, somewhat gaudy opal jewel in it, along with a flame engraved on the inside of the ring, so that you're close to him always, even when he's away on missions.

Kyojuro is so very sure that you'll become his wife one day that even before you're aware of his obsession with you, he's referring to you as my flame and my spouse and my lovely wife both in private and public. It's off-putting and strange, but no amount of explaining or pleading will get him to stop.

He's genuinely dead set on becoming your husband, and he'll even allow you to invite a select group of your family and friends to the event - after all, it's not like they could stop it. What could they do? He's the Flame Hashira, responsible for saving more lives than you could count - he can have whatever he wants, and that includes you.

(At least Shinobu will be on your side at the wedding - she'll watch with sad eyes, sad for you but happy for her comrade, though ultimately she can do nothing as well - even when she sees the way he looks at you, the way his eyes absolutely devour you.)

Marriage isn't exactly necessary for Gyomei Himejima, but it's still certainly a thought that lingers in the far corners of his mind, dancing behind closed eyelids on the rare night he's laying in his own bed, the blankets feeling cold and empty.

He normally wills away any sort of fantasizing about you at night - both on principle and because once he starts thinking of you, you don't leave his thoughts for hours, making sleep - something already a bit difficult for him - even harder to come by. But on the few nights where his self-control wavers ever so slightly, he allows himself to imagine the way your hands would feel with a pretty, smooth ring adorning your finger, standing out against the softness of your skin.

He'll move his own fingers against the fabric of his futon, pretending the lackluster linen is you instead, moving up to cup your face, brush over your hair, let his fingers trace the curve and juts of your collarbone.

He'll let himself imagine coming home to you, how the smell of you would fill his nostrils the moment he opens the door, how your voice would sound calling his name, telling him I'm so glad you're home, my love, it's lonely to be a wife without her other half by her side...

It's a desire he nurses, slowly letting it fester and grow and rot in his heart, and so when the day finally comes that you've given up on fighting him, that you've reluctantly accepted that he is your future now (and after months of him calmly and simply stating that I'm doing what is best for you, you are weak and you need protection, helpless creatures like yourself cannot be left to the wolves), he'll swallow and ask you, with a voice that's just slightly uneven, if you'd do him the honor of becoming his wife, if you'd share yourself with me, both in life and death?

It's not like you really have a choice, but he can't help the tears that slip down his cheeks when you answer him, those big, scarred hands of his slowly slipping down to your hips, excitement brewing in his chest that makes him feel both elated and sinful because married couples show love in much more intimate ways, and he's been holding himself back for so long, far longer than any other man could endure...

Sanemi Shinazugawa is, even to you - the love of his life, the woman he finds himself so ardently and frustratingly obsessed with - difficult to understand. He never explicitly tells you about his past nor childhood, only dropping small, hardly-there hints once in a blue moon.

All you've managed to gather is that something horrible happened to him, and that despite seeming rough and callous and cruel, he's significantly softer at heart than you'd expected.

And so, when Sanemi bites his lip a few months into your kidnapping, his fingers tapping together in his lap and his eyes struggling to stay fixed on you while you quietly and calmly folded the pretty, new kimono he'd just returned from a recent mission with, you're completely floored by his question.

Will you marry me?

It's rushed, nearly slurred, full of doubt and sounding more like a statement rather than a question, but when you freeze and flick your eyes to him, he only furrows his brows and looks angry. Truthfully, he'd been planning on asking you for months - marriage was on his mind embarrassingly early into his infatuation with you, though he'd never made any action to make you believe so.

He has a cold exterior and is outwardly brash and rude to those around him, but he's still the young, caring, gentle boy he once was - and when he's with you, ever protective instinct long buried from his childhood comes back in full force, urging and begging him to wrap his arms around you and protect you from each and every horrible thing in this world.

(And, of course, so that he can feel you - your heart beating against his chest, your breaths tickling his hair, your soft body pressing flush against his own, so opposite to his own scarred, calloused skin.)

And so, when you eventually tell him yes after a very, very long period of silence, Sanemi can only nod and chance a glance at you, a small pink rising to his cheeks because fuck, somehow you're even prettier now, like you're practically glowing, like you're practically his - and now, you are.

He's a lot more gentle to you after you accept his proposal - he's always treated you like you're made of glass, but his touches are even more feather-light now, his voice noticeably softer, his eyes noticeably wider when they follow your every move, this shy, boyish smile slotting onto his lips when he sees you humming to yourself or reaching for something on a high shelf or sleeping soundly in what is now your shared bed.

Marriage domesticates him, and while he's still obsessively checking your health and forcing you to report what you did every moment he's not at home with you, he's different. Softer, happier, needier.

Tengen Uzui pops the question early. Extremely early. The idea of marriage is no foreign concept to him - and as his darling, you are also, by default, his wives' darling. And so, while Tengen alone is overwhelming with his flirtations and overprotectiveness, it's something else entirely to have three other people also doting on you, keeping a careful eye on you and making sure you're always, always out of danger's way and never having a moment of privacy to yourself.

And so, while Tengen is the one who actually asks for your hand, all of the wives are dropping hints and not-so-subtly mentioning how things will be once you're an official wife, too. It's always when you're their wife, not if - and they're not shy about it.

Hinatsuru will be standing behind you while you sit at the vanity, brushing her fingers over your hair and smiling down at you, pink sitting high on her cheeks while she tells you that Master Tengen will buy you the most lovely dress for the ceremony, Makio and I have already picked it out. You'll look so very beautiful, though you always do.

Suma will clutch onto your arm and beg you to do her vows first, to tell her that she's pretty and sweet and beautiful and perfect and exactly your type.

Makio will swat your hand away from sweets when she thinks you've had enough, telling you with a pout that you must stay healthy and not grow a stomachache, I saw the ring in Master Tengen's room early this morning and the whole moment will be ruined if you've eaten yourself into illness!

(Of course, you're allowed to have more sweets if she feeds them to you, but this is just a technicality.)

And Tengen himself is even not particularly subtle about the whole ordeal - he'll wrap an arm around you and plant a kiss to the crown of your head, telling you that the proposal will be quite extravagant, I can't wait to see your face!

Marriage has always been an assumed milestone that you will complete with the Uzuis - it's only a matter of time, and even if you say no over and over again, you will end up their spouse, one way or another.

(It's been such an ingrained concept in their minds, of course, that even before they stole you away, more than one night was spent with all four in bed, each imagining you on your wedding night, laying in silk fabrics with four wedding rings glistening on your fingers and your face all twisted up in ecstasy and their names tumbling form your lips like some sort of prayer...)

Mitsuri Kanroji and Obanai Iguro are both partial to the idea of marrying you, but Mitsuri is considerably more likely to make it a reality.

Obanai wants to wed you, to call you both his wives, to share your bed every night and to know that you're his. But there's still lingering fear and self-resentment that bars him from ever actually asking you simply because he thinks he doesn't deserve someone like you. You're utterly perfect - divine in a way that's hard to stomach, as if the air is being sucked out of his lungs every time he so much as glances at you. He's shy, frankly, and afraid to confront his own feelings, and so it's left to Mitsuri to make your marriage a reality.

And oh, she doesn't mind this responsibility at all - marriage plans are happening early on, her brain filled to the brim with ideas of different color schemes, which flowers to use, which songs to play, even which undergarments to have you wear to make undressing you even sweeter.

She's daydreaming about it near constantly, and similarly to Uzui, she's not particularly great at keeping it a secret. She doesn't purposefully blurt out how good you'd look in a particular dress style, but when she sees you, her brain turns to mush and it's like she has no control of her words.

(Or her actions, it seems, because she'll always, always greet you with a hug that's just a bit too long, your body pressed flush and tight against her own in a way that feels too purposeful to be innocent.)

So as their darling, marriage is likely in the cards - but contrary to others on this list, Obanai will persuade Mitsuri to actually take your wishes into considerations as far as decorations or style goes - you get to choose your wedding dress and the food that's served (Mitsuri's only stipulation is that there is a lot), along with most other personal items you wear/interact with.

So from that aspect, marriage actually doesn't sound too bad with them - the only unfortunate portion is that you're marrying your captors, of course, and the vows. They're long and sappy and extremely detailed, sharing facts you weren't previously aware of but really shouldn't surprise you - admittance of stalking you, stealing some of your clothing or personal items, even to sometimes tampering with your food just to make things 'taste better'.

It's hard to stomach and it's things you really already knew in your heart, but it's hard to hear it nonetheless - especially when it's spun in such a way as to sound romantic, as if it's some testament to their love for you - pretend to be wooed, or things will get ugly. And you wouldn't want your wedding night to be forceful and rough, now would you?

And then of course there's the demons, who have a very, very wide variety of opinions regarding the topic of marriage.

For Muzan Kibutsuji, the context in which his obsession developed is extremely key to how he feels about marrying you.

Most likely, you were some human he came into contact with frequently during one of his many false human aliases. He finds you annoying at first, of course, deeming you as horribly pathetic and someone literally not even worthy of his time to consider, but then one day something changes - some small act of kindness or defiance that piques his interest, and suddenly he's finding himself idly thinking of you, noticing you amongst the crowd, recognizing your scent even in crowded spaces.

And he doesn't like it. At all.

It takes him a very long time to navigate his feelings for you - he's intrigued and feels this strange, carnal urge to be around you, but he's also disgusted and angry and irritated that you have this control over him. And so, it's most likely that he won't marry you - the anger and possessiveness he feels for you will likely overwhelm him and lead to him kidnapping you, and once you're stuck with him, under his thumb, what's the point of marrying you?

You're his, the possession of the Demon King - what are you going to do? Run away? Try to fight him? (Some part of him wishes you would, just so he could punish you, just so he could pin you down and see those pretty tears roll down your cheeks, just so that for one solitary moment, you're looking at only him and thinking of only him and seeing only him.)

He doesn't see the point in marrying you if this is the route his obsession takes - the only benefit is making you more complacent, which isn't too much of an issue anyways because Muzan makes it clear from the very beginning that he's in charge.

If you were to catch his attention in another way (say, if he'd chosen to get close to you for a strategic reason - perhaps you're the daughter of some important figure or a powerful merchant), then he'd intend to marry you. It'd been the plan from the beginning, but once he gets to know you and decides that you aren't absolutely abhorrant, the marriage becomes less of a chore and more something that pleases him, because now you're his.

Tied to him, irrevocably his property that no man will ever touch. It quells his possessiveness and strokes his ego, all the while he'll tell that it's your duty to provide your husband with your heart, body, and soul - the smirk that curls onto his lip when he pins you down is hard to miss, as is the way he sneers out show me how devoted you are to your husband.)

Kokushibo is traditional. He's a fan of power structures and order, and while he doesn't necessarily believe that women are weaker (he doesn't respect Daki, but he can admit that she isn't horribly weak), he does believe that women are incomplete without a male partner. It's a sexist view and a product of his left-over human morals from many centuries earlier, but it stands strong in his relationship with you.

Similarly to most other demons, he doesn't really view you as a partner - you're his, his possession, a human that he finds himself oddly fascinated with despite himself. And so, he doesn't really care about your opinion in the matter of marriage - you're his woman, and he'll marry you.

It's about possession, not romance - he's certainly not bound by any laws, but marrying you might get you to realize the extent to which he owns you, the extent to which he's in charge of every aspect of your life. And the traditional values don't simply stop at the idea of marriage - they bleed into marriage as a concept, too.

He has strong opinions about what you should be wearing, how you should be acting, how the ceremony itself should be run. He's a bit domineering, and while he does hold a feeling as close to love as demons can have, it manifests itself mostly as controlling behavior.

He's running the ceremony, essentially, and it's extremely small - you're both in attendance of course, as are his fellow Upper Moons, but that's the extent. It's small, quick, and seamless, and before you know it you'll be back in the small, remote cabin he keeps you in, his form standing in the doorway and the room entirely silent.

He's controlling and doesn't fully view you as a person, but it's in moments of intimacy that just a sliver of his humanity comes crawling through, because no matter how badly he wishes to, he simply can't allow himself to touch you without your approval. He doesn't enjoy the sight of you crying, and he's internally conflicted about what the wedding night should look like. He should be fucking you, claiming you as his in the most primal and natural way a husband can, but you'll start sobbing again, and he doesn't want that. And so, instead, he compromises by simply holding you, his voice monotone as he tells you we can make love, if you'd wish.

It's awfully open-ended, and if you were to take him up on the opportunity, he'd be overjoyed - you'll find yourself waking up the next morning with a new kimono laid out on the bed, a small note written in extremely neat, near-perfect handwriting: a gift for my wife.

He's a bit of a sap, though it's hard to see - he'd never admit, either.

Douma doesn't have any particular desire to marry you, but he is admittedly intrigued by the idea.

It doesn't even cross his mind until one of his followers mentions something offhandedly about when the leader will marry his clearly favorite follower, and it gets him thinking. Marriage seems pointless, really, but humans do seem to like it, and he does like it when you smile and when you look at him all shocked and flustered.

And so, he considers the idea and decides that maybe he should do it - it'll force you to be closer to him, which is never a bad thing, and perhaps it will finally deter all other cult members from getting close to you in any way.

(Not that any of them are currently - they all know that you're Douma's, that you're staunchly off-limits. They know that everyone who approaches you disappears, and while Douma writes it off as a coincidence, it still leaves most people wary of your presence. But still - Douma likes the idea, his possessiveness quelling and his excitement sky-rocketing because it means he'll be all you have, and therefore you'll have to give him all the attention he craves from you.)

He pops the question in a not-at-all romantic setting, but he does gently cup your chin, tilting your head to look at him, those flashy eyes of his sparkling as he asks you whether you'd like to be my wife? He can't help the sigh he lets out at your bashful expression, the sound seeming much, much too high pitched to be normal (mimicking something more akin to a moan), and when you stutter out a y-yes, I would like to, Douma is pleased beyond words. It strokes his ego that you said yes, that you clearly want him, and he's quick to get the preparations rolling.

The wedding is extravagant and honestly way too much, but Douma wants everything to be over the top. The entire cult is in attendance, your dress has a train that drags a few feet behind you, and the flowers are such a vibrant red that it almost looks like they're stained with blood. The ring is simple, surprisingly, and the look in his eye is borderline psychotic as he slips the ring onto your finger.

And when he dips you for your first kiss as a married couple, he'll linger at your ear, sharp teeth grazing the shell as he whispers that you're mine, pretty, so don't run.

Akaza doesn't feel any need to marry you, surprisingly. He's another who has a difficult time rationalizing his feelings for you, simply because his view of humans being weak is difficult to move past.

He does, however, respect women significantly more than the other demons discussed in this post - and not only does he respect you, but he's genuinely the closest to being an absolute simp that a flesh-eating creature can be.

He's a bit rough around the edges and a bit abrasive, but he absolutely spoils you. You're getting high-end clothing and accessories, the best foods he can find in the local villages he slaughters, all kinds of trinkets and things that caught his eye and made him think of you.

He lives to see your smile, feeling this weird sense of accomplishment and self-satisfaction when you're pleased. And so, if you expressed some desire in getting married, Akaza would happily oblige, feeling only the tiniest bit of embarrassment. He's a bit clueless, however, so if you were serious about marriage you'd need to do all the planning. He'll let you dress however you want, whatever decorations and color themes, and he'll even let you choose which forest clearing the ceremony happens in.

(He won't allow you in any human establishments, even if you beg - he can't stand the thought of another person looking at you, and even if the entire village was killed before the ceremony, he's not willing to risk anything ruining the day he wants to be absolutely perfect for you.)

His vows are a bit choppy, the raw emotion on his face difficult to miss, though the words are more disturbing than sweet. There's talk of how he'd kill for you, proclamations of the extent to which he'd go for you - even detailing the murder of a man he'd noticed wash staring at you in a derogatory and objectifying way early on into his obsession when he was stalking you one day.

And when the infamous kiss occurs, he kisses you hard - his tongue is in your mouth and he's dipping you so deeply that your back is fully arched, and he keeps pressing into you harder and harder and harder, as if trying to bridge any little bit of space between you.

He wants you to be happy, and while he's not willing to let you go, he'll (somewhat) accommodate to your desires - so if you want something, just tell him.

(Especially when it comes to your pleasure - your wedding night will be much, much smoother if you guide him through your pleasure. After all, he'll do absolutely anything you want if it means seeing you pretty face when you come for him.)

Gyuutaro harbors a surprising amount of romantic fantasies between you and him. Of course, he'd never admit it, but he's frequently daydreamed about marrying you. Even during his human years, marriage wasn't too prevalent in the area he grew up.

(He's very familiar with sex and companionship work, but marriage? Not so much.)

Even so, he understands that marriage is the ultimate sign of love in the human world, and as his obsession with you grows deeper and stronger, so too do his fantasies of living through every human milestone of a happy relationship. He wants it so very badly; he wants you to want him, to love him and cherish him in a way that makes him scratch at his neck and warble on about how he's too ugly to be loved.

He wants you to want him - and so, after a few years of being stuck under his thumb, slowly letting the Stockholm Syndrome build and shatter your concept of reality, he'll pop the question. It's harsh and defensive, as if he's absolutely convinced you'll say no even before he's asked - his voice is sharp and whiny as he asks you if you'd like to marry a monster like me? What do you say, eh? Could you stomach marrying something so disgusting and ugly as me?

It's disguised as a self-deprecating comment, but the way he waits on edge for your response will tell you that he's very, very interested in your answer. Every muscle in his body is taut and tight, tension eating away at his stomach because oh god he's nervous, even as embarrassing as it is to admit.

If you say no he'll close himself off, berating you and telling you that you're judgmental, that you're no different from the hundreds of humans who only care about looks and beauty. His words are cruel and harsh and they hurt, but he doesn't mean them - he's just lashing out because he's hurt and doesn't know how else to express his pain.

But oh, if you say yes? Well, Gyuutaro's suddenly scratching himself hard, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with you, a flustered feeling rising up his throat and nearly making him sick because god, is this what acceptance and love feel like?

The wedding itself is a bit half-assed, though he tried it best - his tastes are built upon the very little he knows about human weddings. But despite the fact that everything is a little dirty and the dress you're wearing doesn't fit you correctly, there's something about the way Gyutaro's hands are shaking as he hands you the ring that's almost, almost endearing - he resembles a shy, awkward boy rather than the man-eating captor he actually is.

And that night, he'll spend hours worshipping your body, pouring over every detail and scar and mole and committing it all to memory - committing you to memory, though he really doesn't need to because he'll be turning you into a demon soon so that you never leave him.

But still, it's the principle - and when he fucks you, with a voice that's especially high and a pace that's sloppy at best, you'll be able to feel what your marriage means to him - the way he moans when he sees the ring on your finger tells you as much.

So anon, long story short: they all feel a little different, but most are happy to marry you. It's a product of the time, yes, but also just another way to bind you to them - something they will not pass up.

So who would you marry? Choose carefully - because once you say 'I do', you're absolutely trapped.

#yandere kny #_kny #_giyuu tomioka #_kochou shinobu #_gyomei himejima #_kyojuro rengoku #_tengen uzui #_mitsuri kanroji #_obanai iguro #_sanemi shinazugawa #_muzan kibutsuji #_akaza #_douma #_kokushibo #_gyuutaro #yandere demon slayer

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whimsicalpoet44 · 1 year

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Astro Observations # 4

🌟 Every Sagittarius I've ever met was very good at sports regarding the legs. Particularly soccer, skating, and running. For some reason, they also tend to be strong swimmers.

🌟 People with major Aries and Libra placements together tend to be a walking contradiction. They can simultaneously become enraged while also keeping a leash on their anger at the same time. They're also easily excitable. I love them.

🌟 Chiron in Virgo individuals often are forced to confront their biggest wounds or their health will suffer.

🌟 Gemini stelliums will often hyper-fixate on certain people, but do a terrible job expressing how much those people mean to them. Some will feel loved and others will feel discarded, leading to an abundance of confusion to the stellium individual. It's because they struggle with affection and communicating their intentions with the people around them.

🌟 Uranus in the 1st house | Aquarius risings | 11th House Suns will often manage many of the same struggles throughout their lives. They will be forced to break the societal norm and make their own way in life. It's likely an extremely painful, but transformative experience.

🌟 Capricorn Venus individuals love to express their love through gifts, but not in the way you think. Many interpret that showing love through gifts is because the person doesn't know how to express their emotions adequately. Cap Venus individuals do it because they genuinely care about the person and like to take a practical approach to affection. They want to care for their needs + give them the things they won't buy for themselves. It's a genuine act of love.

🌟 Pisces | 12th House placements can see how everyone affects the world. They understand their impact. They know how much one sentence can genuinely change a person's life and throw them on a completely different trajectory. (i.e. a cashier talking to someone about dinosaurs could peak a child's interest. That child then goes home, googles dinosaurs and becomes obsessed. They later become a paleontologist. That never would've happened if they hadn't heard the cashier say what they said).

☀️ Having your South Node in someone's 12th House indicates unfinished business from a past life. Deep and intricate life changes occur here. Often times, it can end badly, but the person learns what they need to in order to advance forward in life. If the 12th house individual is receptive to the south node individual, they can end up life long friends or have a fondness for each other.

🌟 If your romantic relationship isn't working out with someone, but you have 11th house synastry, it could indicate you're both better friends. If both parties are open to attempting a friendship, it could be a lifelong connection for both of you.

🌟 The reason so many millennials/gen z have issues with relationships is because a lot of them have their Chiron in Libra. This indicates wounds pertaining to relationships. (hence, the toxic dating culture we see among these individuals)

🌟 Individuals with a lot of Scorpio placements tend to struggle with being vulnerable. It often puts them in position where they MUST make a choice - will they embody the magnificence of Scorpio or will they embody every toxic stereotype we know about Scorpio. (obviously, not everyone with Scorpio placements experience this, but the ones with heavy heavy placements)

🌟 North Node in Leo in the 1st House individuals often gain fame just for being who they are.

#astrology observations #astro observations #astrology

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flutteringfable · 11 months

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hey, since it’s been on my mind recently:

if you automatically assume someone is a terrible person because of the fandom they’re in and openly bully and harass them about it. you aren’t welcome on my blog. get out.

just because someone likes the dream smp or my hero academia or genshin impact does NOT automatically mean they are a horrible person. yes they may be annoying about it, but god forbid someone enjoy a piece of media and fixate on it for months or more at a time /sar. their fandom is completely separate from them as an individual.

same goes for characters. i’ve seen so many harmful stereotypes for people liking certain characters and they need to stop being used to make assumptions about others. if a person likes kokichi, that does not make them automatically terrible as a person. if they like tighnari that does not equate to them supporting his old voice actor.

tldr: let people enjoy things, even things and characters with supposedly bad fanbases. just because they like something you don’t does *not* give you a reason to send them death threats or otherwise make them feel bad for enjoying what they do. if you don’t like the fandom or content they’re posting, block them or the tag. you do not have to approach them about it and put them down for loving something.

#fable talks 💫#serious post #between kids on roblox being rude and people spamming a trans character bracket with hate for having dsmp characters i felt the need to #bring this up.

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I've been wondering since reading a certain part in TMDG but Jade obviously has some help from Azul with that potion. I assume they made a deal. What did Jade do for his end of that deal? Tell us Jade, how desperate were you? 🤭

:O omg I'm so happy you caught that detail! The irony is that both Jade and Reader went to Azul for help in their romantic affairs, only Jade approached him much sooner (as he knew that Reader would inevitably come to Azul, if not for a deal but to try getting a job at the lounge for more Floyd-watching). Azul got to experience the joy that is playing intermediary to two terribly obsessed individuals lol. Azul's contract with Reader was really just a ploy meant to benefit Jade, hence the transformation potion. But Azul does get his benefits from the deal (i.e. his grocery list for potion ingredients is completed by our beloved duo (Jade and Reader)).

I like to imagine Jade standing in the VIP room, recounting his plans to Azul, while Azul is busy writing up their contract and he has to take pause to comprehend the sheer absurdity of Jade's most dangerous game: "You're telling me you want me to make a transformation potion for (Name) to drink so that, at some point in time, you can accompany her in the sea and...assist her in completing her side of the deal she'll inevitably have with me? Is that right?"

Jade: :) yes.

The real question is: What didn't Jade do? T_T he'll do anything for you, so his desperation likely rewarded Azul with anything he could have ever wanted. Jade was probably willing to offer up his unique magic, too. Anything for his darling... >_< his end of the deal was completed very obediently because he was so determined to get all of the pieces in place for his very roundabout game.

#twisted chit chat #rendy-a #he is the most desperate soul... orz

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starker-raving-mads · 3 months

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For You: Part VII

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To say that the next week was hectic was to put it lightly. Peter didn't surface from the lab for anything - Not Aunt May (and her terrible lasagna that Peter loved so dearly), not Ned and MJ, not even for Bucky, who had taken to texting Peter fairly regularly with things like lunch requests or questions about pop culture.

(The man was, hilariously, Steve's opposite in that regard. He still didn't remember much of his time on ice, but he reveled in all of modern technology instead of simply trying to deal with it, which was Steve's approach. He and Peter had partaken in more than one text conversation that ended after 2 hours with, 'Steve's taking my phone because he says I'm becoming a zombie staring at the screen. I think he's just jealous because he doesn't understand modern…anything, really. I think he might be a himbo. Am I using that word right?')

No, Peter instead spent that time with Tony, having the longest, craziest, most wonderful lab binge of his life. His sleep schedule was royally messed up because of it, taking to just falling asleep at his desk or on the couch instead of going back up to the penthouse. He only got a few hours at a time like that anyway and it just didn't seem worth it to put an official pause on their work.

What was their work? Integrating Tony into everything.

He was already fully incorporated into the lab, that was easy enough after the confirmation of the program's success. But they made small tweaks to improve his core functioning systems, defined a few things, and Tony went from almost being Tony Stark to really being Tony Stark. The first day or two, the man had stilled unnaturally in a way that Tony just never had. He'd also not remember certain things, important things, until reminded of them.

"I have a daughter?" he'd asked, overwhelmed awe spread across his face. "I have a daughter!" He looked at Peter then, that same unfamiliar softness in his eyes. "I made you her godfather! Isn't Morgan just amazing?"

"Sorry, Mr. Stark," Peter grimaced at the perplexity on the other man's face. "Since Ms. Potts has been kind of…upset about the whole SI thing, I haven't been allowed to see her." And he'd tried, he really had. He wanted to know the little girl that was half Tony, who was his family in all but blood. But Pepper had responded to every request with a resounding 'no' and she was Morgan's mom, so she got the final say.

Tony had a look of determination on his face at that. "Yeah, we'll see about that."

But all those little issues had been flushed out in the first few days, and now they were working on incorporating his program into everything. Peter already wired him into the Spider-Man suit, tapped him into the tower's network architecture, and into the smart glasses the man had pointed out to him that were, apparently, never finished in the face of the Peter Project.

EDITH, he had called it, but based on all the features she had, Peter was mostly positive it was better that project was never finished. Peter kept the glasses, though, body having an all over shiver the first time he heard Mr. Stark's voice directly in his ear.

Now, they were putting the finishing touches on getting Tony wired into the penthouse, which had its own individual network infrastructure and security protocols. Having Friday helped with a lot of the grunt work, but there were some fine tuning things that Peter had to do to wrap it up.

"There!" he said, leaning back on his haunches as he slid the discreet panel back over the hidden network rack in the living room (carefully hidden behind tall, leafy vegetation he was vaguely sure was called a monster plant). "Okay, Fri-baby, fire it up, let him in."

"Are you sure, Mom?" Friday said, voice warm with humor. "Shouldn't guests knock first?"

"Your father is not a guest, dear," he joked back with her, loving the rapid way she grew with him. He was weirdly proud of her, seeing all these changes in behavior and temperament.

"If you say so."

And then - Tony.

Adding the holographic projection system was another touch Peter had to manually install, like with a drill and everything. It was absolutely worth the time spent crawling around on the ceiling when the man bloomed to life in front of him, craning his neck around to check out the apartment.

"Man, I forgot how bland this place was," he said, eyeing the all-white leather couch and black slate flooring of the sunken living room.

"Bland?" Peter asked, aghast. "This place is great!"

Tony gave him a look. "Kid, I know your taste runs to the science pun t-shirt side of the spectrum, but all black and white isn't exactly that much of a step up from beige."

Peter flushed. "I mean, it's simple but it's nice! And why did you even pick it if you didn't like it?"

"Oh," the older man responded, casually walking around the space. "I didn't. Hired some expensive decorator and told them to go crazy with it." He shrugged. "The lab was always my space, so I didn't really give a damn went on up here as much. Pep was the one to put the art and stuff up - which I see she took."

"Yeah, it was gone by the time I got up here, but not much else thankfully. And I guess that makes sense. The lab just…feels like you, Mr. Stark."

Tony gave him another look. "Kid, you've gotta start calling me Tony. It's cute when you say it, but since I'm essentially a ghost, I think we're past the point of titles."

"I mean," Peter said, struggling not to let all the blood in his body rush to his face at how enflamed he felt at Mr. Stark calling him cute. "If I'm only cute when I say it, I guess I have to keep it up, right, Mr. Stark?" He was falling far short of the playful retort he was going for, mostly because there was too much sincerity in the words.

"Pete, you're cute with or without the 'Mr. Stark' schtick," Tony chuckled casually, as though he wasn't uprooting Peter's entire existence right now.

"O-oh, okay." This was one of those things that made Tony differ from Mr. Stark and Peter had to say, he appreciated it. The openness and honesty, the lack of barrier he could always feel was there before. He wondered how much of it was anxiety and part of the physical pretense of being Tony Stark that made him that way, that he lacked now. Whatever it was, Peter liked it. "So, Tony."

"That's my name, kid," he winked, "don't wear it out."

Peter rolled his eyes. This was the Tony he was used to.

"But seriously," Tony continued, picking their previous conversation back up. "You should redo this place, liven it up a little! Some paint, new furniture, yada yada," he waved a hand around the room. "I've seen your bedroom, not to mention the apartment you shared with May - eclectic is in, and now you've got all the money in the world to make your space your own."

"I hadn't really thought about it like that," Peter said, walking over to where Tony's glowing blue form was. "It just - it feels so weird to change things in your house, you know?"

"Peter, and I say this sincerely," Tony said and yes his tone was playful but sincere nonetheless. "I never cared about how this place looked, it was a matter of convenience. It was a bed and a kitchen and a respectable place to have people over but that's about it. And it's your house now."

Peter furrowed his brow. "But the media center and the blankets and pillows - ?"

"Yeaaaaah," the man dragged out and turned to look over at the TV set up in question. "I may or may not have bought that after you mentioned wanting to binge Star Wars with me when you'd realized I hadn't seen all of them." He shrugged but the casual gesture was ruined by the side-eyed sincerity.

"You bought," Peter started, "an entire TV set up, surround sound, and game console just to watch TV with me?"

"Sure," the man shrugged again and Peter knew for a fact that his whole casual-whatever he was doing was put upon, but he didn't know how to call it out - or if he even wanted to.

What do you say when someone spends a few thousand grand on something because you mentioned it offhand in one conversation?

"Listen, kid," Tony sighed, looking over at him finally. "I told you I was too much and this is what I meant. I do - too much. Extravagant gifts and shit like," he waved his hand at the media center wall, "whole media center set ups and custom blankets without asking." He shrugged, and it was probably the first time Peter had ever seen the man truly awkward, for all that he fidgeted normally. "People've been telling me that my whole life but I just can't ever seem to break the habit." He sounded truly apologetic and that was the moment that Peter snapped.

"Stop," he said, voice firm, face rigid. Tony looked at him, chagrined, like a kid being told off after putting his hand in the cookie jar. "There is nothing wrong with you," Peter continued and watched as the man's glowing blue face snapped up at him in surprise. "Your love language is just gift giving, is all," he explained. "You show people you care by giving them things and I bet it's always things like this," he waved toward the media center. "Things they've mentioned or things you know they'll need or care about. Right?" Tony nodded, eyes wide behind his square framed glasses. "Then, there you go," he said, running out of the confident steam he'd been using for his little mini-rant. "You just want to give people you care about things to make their lives better or things they want or way to enjoy themselves better. There's nothing wrong with that. Sure, it can feel like a little much sometimes due to the expense of such things but at the same time - it's your money, you can afford it, so why not?"

The look on Tony's face clearly said that no one had spelled it out like that before and that he wasn't totally sure if he believed Peter.

Peter smiled, a little sadly. "Tony, if I had thought you were giving me things to make me in debt to you or buy my loyalty or something, I'd have turned them down. But it's obvious you don't, and why would I try and hurt you by being a dick about it?"

Tony cleared his throat. "I gotta say, kid, you're like the first person to not give a damn about it. It's always either people after my money, or people who think I'm trying to buy them with it. It's…refreshing."

"I mean," Peter said while he walked over to the large, squishy chaise side of the couch he liked. "It's not like I don't think about it? It's just - like I didn't grow up with a lot of money, right? And neither did my friends. And so when Ned or someone went out of their way to get me something it really meant a lot. And while you have the ability to probably buy a small country - " Tony laughed, " - that doesn't negate the fact that you put thought and energy into it just like anyone else would."

Tony sat down on the other side of the couch from him, their usual seats, and the normalcy of the action soothed Peter. He was starting to look past the faint blue glow of the other man and just see Tony.

"Thanks, kid," Tony said, looking over at him. "I mean that."

"I know you do," Peter smiled softly. He curled in on himself, snuggling into the cushions, wishing he had his movie blanket.

Tony's mind seemed to go the same direction. "Where's that blanket of yours?" he asked, craning his neck to look at the space where the basket of blankets and spare pillows for the living room used to be.

Peter sighed. "It was one of the things Ms. Potts took," he shrugged. "I haven't gotten around to replacing it yet."

The older man frowned. "You should have Friday do it," he finally said. "I didn't buy it, I crafted it out of the same textile I used to make Steve's stuff with." At Peter's look, he explained, "Capcicle has a similar texture issue that you do, senses cranked up a little under yours. Your first Spider-Man suit was made out of an off-shoot of the formula, but the base is perfect for blankets and things." He furrowed his brow, looking away, thinking. "Pepper knew that," he muttered to himself. "Fri? Get on that, will you?"

"You got it, Boss."

"Maybe she had them grab it by accident when she sent people up to get the artwork and stuff?" Peter pondered.

"Yeah, maybe," Tony agreed though he didn't sound convinced. "How about," he said instead of whatever seemed to be on his mind, "you go grab a blanket from somewhere and we watch something. You wouldn't believe how fast my brain runs now," he chuckled. "And I don't really sleep anymore, so being online and zoning out a little would be nice."

Peter smiled and agreed, stopping at the kitchen to pop a bag of microwave popcorn in before heading down the hallway. He paused by his room first before ultimately going to Tony's and grabbing the bundled up comforter. It was just so much softer than the one in the guest room, and it still faintly smelled like the other man. That wasn't too weird right?

Pushing back the anxiety in him that screamed, 'uh yeah it's weird he's going to call you out on it,' Peter walked back out to the living room and dumped it onto the couch. He tried to be casual about it, twisting on his heel to grab the popcorn and pour it into a bowl before coming back to the living room and snuggling down into the blanket.

He tried not to pay attention to the long, long look Tony gave him when the teen asked, "Anything you're in the mood for?"

After a moment, the older man said, "Fuck it, let's watch Star Wars again."

#for you fic #starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker #tony stark #iron man #peter x tony #spiderman

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giantchasm · 4 months

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Y’know… I was thinking about the “previously nice people who fucked around, found out, went various degrees of insane, and started being not so nice to their once beloved underlings, who still refused to give up on them” quartet last night (as per usual) and I came to an interesting realization.

I’ve…. Always portrayed Sectonia and Leon specifically as parallels, then Haltmann and Hyness specifically as parallels because of the type of relationship they once had with their underlings, but giving it some further thought…

Once you toss out the father & daughter(s) element, and the ruler & loyal servant element for a moment……..

It’s. Actually kind of Sectonia and Hyness, and Haltmann and Leon who have more similarities in some ways?

Sectonia and Hyness:

-Were seemingly actively cruel, if not outright abusive to their beguiled underlings

-Went mad because of something presumably related to Dark Matter in a game themed around magic

-Didn’t really have a single puppetmaster pulling the strings. They were more corrupted by conceptual forces seemingly than individual people

In contrast, Haltmann and Leon:

-Uh….. weren’t actually that mean to their underlings? At least not in comparison. The worst thing we saw Haltmann do was tell Susie to stand down, then we didn’t see Leon interact with Carol or the others at all. Their damage to their underlings was more a form of emotional neglect than outright mistreatment

-Went mad because of something seemingly related to Dream magic in a game themed around tech

-Had specific individuals pulling the strings behind their descent into cruelty— Star Dream in Haltmann’s case, Forgo in Leon’s

Although thinking about it even further this morning, I did realize one way Sectonia and Leon, and Haltmann and Hyness are similar to one another specifically other than the type of relationship they once had with their mistreated underlings:

Their relationship with their madness.

Recently, my cool mutual @/fecto-forgo made a post about how it seems, to a certain extent, Hyness was aware he was descending into madness, but instead of accepting a peaceful life with his daughters, he continued to seek revenge anyways. And I agree with that assessment! There’s a Star Allies pause screen featuring dialogue from him where he apologizes for forgetting Zan’s name, then starts to reflect on how it seems his “heart is going crazy,” before shaking the thought. This, to me, implies a certain awareness of him losing his grip on reality.

Similarly, it’s implied Haltmann knew he was losing himself. In a pause screen of his, he describes “not even knowing why he reactivated that terrible machine,” before remembering it was all a desperate attempt to see Susanna again.

Meanwhile, I get the impression… Sectonia and Leon had little to no idea they were losing it? Leon seems to think his plan is his own and that Fecto Forgo is just an asset he’s willingly serving for his own benefit. And while in the Soul of Sectonia fight pause screen Sectonia begs for death, there’s no implication she understood what was happening to her as it was happening. Instead, she was consumed by egomania.

I… do think it’s interesting the way their motives contrast each other, too. It’s most obvious with Haltmann and Hyness, who take a different approach when it comes to the importance of their children. Hyness quite literally allows himself to lose it even knowing it may hurt his daughters, whereas Haltmann loses it in an attempt just to see his daughter again.

It’s… less obvious with Sectonia and Leon, but I do think there’s something interesting to be said about the way Leon’s goal seems to be for all of the Beast Pack to thrive in the new world whereas Sectonia, obviously, is only concerned with herself, rather than her people. There’s an element of selflessness vs selfishness there, too.

I’m not quite sure what to actually DO with any of this analysis, but it’s at least an interesting thought to chew on when it comes to setting the four of them, as well as the people they’ve hurt, up as parallels.

It potentially gives their underlings the ability to empathize with each other in different ways, and I think that’s Neat. Susie and the Mage Sisters can bond over their fathers going mad, while Taranza and The Mage Sisters can bond over getting thrown under the bus, and so on and so on! Lots of interesting angles to explore there.

#kirby #kirby meta #sectonia #haltmann kirby #max profitt haltmann #hyness #leon kirby

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goodnightmemes · 8 months

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THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER SENTENCE STARTERS (part two / ep5-8)

❛ Your life will take a complete change of course. Tonight. ❜

❛ Women are the natural leaders of the species. Ancient Egypt had it right. ❜

❛ I know we haven't always seen eye-to-eye, but we have to pull together now, don't we? ❜

❛ Okay, just because the door's open doesn't necessarily guarantee you a seat at the table. ❜

❛ You're not who I thought you were. ❜

❛ I really didn't want to think it, but...you're all fucking monsters. ❜

❛ Watching you shit on your principles would have been worth every fucking penny. ❜

❛ Why, if it weren't for you, they would all still be alive today. ❜

❛ The mind of guilt is full of scorpions. And I wouldn't wish their sting on anyone. ❜

❛ I don't need nor want to humiliate you, you're doing fine on your own. ❜

❛ Smart girls are only sexy until they don't wanna fuck you, and then they're competition, and then what do you do? You take them down a peg. ❜

❛ Don't have to be smart to be dangerous. I'm not scared of rattlesnakes 'cause they're so smart. ❜

❛ I assume I'm authorized to negotiate on your behalf with this individual? Unless you object right now, I assume I'm authorized to approach these negotiations from a hostile posture. ❜

❛ You're so out of touch with your human side...you can't even listen to anything outside your own head. ❜

❛ You've got to be smart. You have to realize, you can't trust people. Not you. Not anyone. ❜

❛ I haven't seen you sleep in like...I mean, it's been a fucking long time. Like, horror movie long. ❜

❛ You are losing it, honey. ❜

❛ Or maybe I know what's actually happening here. Crazy as it sounds. If all this crazy bullshit is right, then maybe I know how to stop it. ❜

❛ Well, she's... she's quite dead. Isn't she? ❜

❛ Life is insane. It is madness. The sooner you understand that, the better off you'll be. ❜

❛ The world might not be safe but listen to me, and listen carefully. I won't let anything happen to you. ❜

❛ All these terrible things and I thought, that's when people come together. But we've never been further apart. ❜

❛ I expect he's the kind of man you call if you, I don't know, accidentally kill a prostitute and need to dismember the corpse. ❜

❛ I like to think he killed someone. I like to think he's eaten human flesh. I like to think he took a piss on the tip-top of the world. ❜

❛ Tell me it's worth it. Tell me you know the risk and I'll be there with you. I'll back you up. Just tell me. ❜

❛ Shut your mouth, get your shit together. The fuck is wrong with you? ❜

❛ Men, when they think they're immortal, all they want to do is fuck. When they figure out they're going to die, all they want to do is fuck. ❜

❛ It just makes you think, you know, life is so fucking short. ❜

❛ You don't have to be a tyrant, but if you don't want to be consistently cruel, then you have to be sufficiently brutal at least once to establish authority. ❜

❛ Why the fuck would you do that? I'm sorry. Why the fuck would you do that, sweetheart? ❜

❛ You smell like shit and you look like shit, and you're acting weird. ❜

❛ If anybody spoke to me like this, there would be repercussions! You do not get a free pass! ❜

❛ I'm afraid you're ringside for my reckoning, old friend. ❜

❛ I thought it was an act. I figured you just played the housewife so you could keep a roof over your head. Spread your legs or suck his dick twice a week and you're set. You never have to work a day in your life. And I thought, "Good for her, she found her angle," but...this is really you. Isn't it? ❜

❛ I thought you only existed in the movies. ❜

❛ Words got us into this, words can get us out. ❜

❛ You're a collection of impeccable, elaborate masks in orbit of a stunted heart. ❜

❛ There are certain things one shouldn't have to face in life. Time enough for self-reflection after. ❜

❛ You're a monster, you know that? ❜

❛ I don't normally like to get my hands this dirty, but honey, you earned it. ❜

❛ You only ever wanted to be loved by him. You only ever wanted his approval. And it's still no fucking excuse. ❜

❛ I see you now. I look at you and I see... You. The poverty of you. ❜

❛ I don't know you. The man I know, the man that I love could never… But you're not him. Are you? ❜

❛ But I didn't know! Did I? I didn't know who I was dealing with. ❜

❛ That candle will last you an hour or so, then, I'm afraid, you're in the dark. ❜

❛ I find most people have a threshold qualifier. Something or someone they'd be unwilling to sacrifice, no matter how sweet the deal. ❜

❛ The real world is Darwinian. Survival, chaos, power. Leverage. ❜

❛ You feel it. In the air. We're sitting outside of time and space. ❜

❛ This is the moment luck meets opportunity. ❜

❛ In the ancient world, we'd seal this with blood, or spit. And then later, papyrus. But, a deal's a deal all over the world. ❜

❛ We're a... virus, I think. People, I mean. ❜

❛ But everyone loves something. And in that love there's collateral. ❜

❛ I have no collateral. Collateral is leverage. And I won't be leveraged. ❜

❛ I say this with love. Let it go. Let it all go. ❜

❛ There is a lot about my job I love. But there are moments like these that bring me no joy. ❜

❛ So I say, we stand tall and proud. Bill's come due. Let's not hide here in the basement like we've got something to be ashamed of. No. Not us. You and me against the world. ❜

❛ It may not have been perfect, but you can't say we didn't change the world. How many people can say that at the end? ❜

❛ I knew I would climb to the top of the tower on a pile of corpses. ❜

❛ It don't matter in the end why you did any of it. I don't fucking care why you did it. We don't want your confession, or your rationale, or your explanation. ❜

#rp meme #rp prompt #sentence starter meme #sentence meme #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #roleplay meme #inbox memes #*tfothou #*tv

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Just wondering, what‘s your favorite quality about Japril together and as individuals? :)

Hiiiii! First I'm sorry for taking some time to reply, I wanted to sit down to answer, and not through my phone, also since this is an opportunity to talk about my blorbos, even though i'm bad at talking about why i love my faves, it still got a bit long, sorry <3

With April there are two qualities that I think about right away when I think about her so I maybe those are my favorites, even though there are more that I love about her. So the first two I think about when I think about her are how kind/considerate she is and also her competitiveness lol. I feel like she's actually too kind to some people, like Alex, who treated her terribly, but with that I also love seeing her standing up for herself and becoming more confident

I love how organized she is and it's cute how in the earlier seasons she was always taking pictures with her camera, I just know she'd make the best scrapbooks. And that she's a trauma surgeon, she def became a doctor bc she wanted to help people but she's a bit of an adrenaline junkie with trauma surgenry!! Also I'm always here for weird loser girls <3

(and not a quality of hers but the way in the beginning the show wanted to convice me to hate her bc she's "annoying" and then in general her being hated in the fandom makes me love here even more, idk I feel like Sarah just makes April loveable even when she's supposed to be annoying)

Jackson, I love that he's actually kind of a dork. Like "making medicine cool" and the fact that he has a lucky pencil. I loooove his sense of humor and I love how he treats his patients, his patients are some of my favorites (also love both his and Marks approach to plastics) .He works well under pressure, and he's a quick thinker, he was a hero in season 6 finale, oh but then again I can't forget saving a child from an exploding bus in season 9 finale. And you know he's just a good guy

And them together, well first I just looooooove friends to lovers trope but especially when it's done a certain way. Like especially when we can see the characters be friends, true friends first, and then they accidentally discover there's a spark. And when that kind of ship has chemistry I'm sold!! Japrils chemistry is just unmatched imo.

I love how they're different from each other, but they complement each other soo well. Jackson is the one person who always calms April down, and Mr Grumpus is always so smiley around her and his silly side comes out. They also have the same values even though they have different beliefs, Jackson said it himself at the end of season 10 so idk why the writers went back to "nooo they would't work together bc faith". Jackson was I feel like the first mercy wester the grey sloan residents liked and he is a likeable guy, he could make friends anywhere, meanwhile even when April is friends with majac there's a lonliness to her of a girl who's kinda in the friend group bt kinda isn't, but they both have each other, like even though Jackson could make friends anywhere April is his closest friend, and Jackson is a great best friend to April, that's another thing I like about them. Plus how protective Jackson was of April since the start of season 7, dragging her away from the residents that were staring at them, punching Alex. And I think there are some parallels, even though they're soo different and they grew up so differently, they both didn't fit in with their families .

Also I'm obsessed with how touchy they are, even when they're just friends they're always touching, they're just sooo comfortable with each other <3

(screencaps show another one of their qualities, they're sooo pretty both individually and together dhfhfd)

#ask #anonymous #long post #japril

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troperrific · 29 days

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/ekuoto chapter 64 spoilers/

TRASH BABIES REUNION LEEET’S GOOOO

Look at them. So cute in chibi form. Still so horribly awful.

I love that Leviathan is drinking from a straw from the wine glass. It’s really cute and befitting her childish personality!

Now, the first thought that I had upon seeing the image above was: “Where is Mammon?! Show us the dumb crow, sensei!!”

After reflecting a bit, I came up with 4 possibilities, two of which I’ve seen people talk about:

Satan did not invite Mammon to the reunion because he’s a dumbass. This is the general consensus among the Demon Lords, so no one bothered calling him. Thus, they’re leaving him out on purpose (bullying);

Mammon has already returned to the surface, due to Tachibana’s efforts. So, he’s not taking part in the reunion simply because he’s not in Gehenna anymore. Of course, considering that Satan actually does have a smartphone, they could include Mammon via facetime call or whatever. So, in this scenario, I can only imagine they’re also excluding him on purpose. Probably because Mammon would be terribly obnoxious about being “reborn” already;

He’s still in Gehenna resting because of Leviathan’s “spanking”, so he can’t quite attend the meeting;

Mammon is still in Gehenna and he’s choosing not to participate in the reunion. In this particular scenario, I’d like to imagine that he’s sulking in his room over Asmodeus’ “victory”, while Mammon himself lost. Since, you know, apparently all the Demon Lords know about Mr. Priest rubbing one out (poor boy pfffffft).

The fact that everyone knows makes me think that Asmodeus went all around Gehenna being coy but taking any opportunity to brag about her “victory”.

In all honesty, Asmodeus acting like this is greatly amusing to me. Not so much to Beelzebub, though.

I do wonder whether he’s just calling Asmodeus out for bragging over a teenaged boy jerking off (which, to be fair, really is cringy loser behavior, no matter how you see it) or if he’s criticizing her approach as a whole.

You know, her entire scheme of pretending to be Mr. Priest’s friend under ulterior motives, cornering him, pushing to the edge and getting him to “fall to Lust” according to her views on sex/sexuality.

Because if that’s the case, then… well, he’s being kinda of a hypocrite!

I know amoransia already pointed it out but he really just straight up called Asmodeus a prostitute (淫売) in the original dialogue!! I’m—! Goddamn, man, chill!!

Joking aside, I always appreciate getting more insight about the dynamics between the Demon Lords.

It’s pretty funny to me how the… “sister” or “parallel” (?) sins don’t really seem to get along with each other. Mammon (Greed) and Leviathan (Envy), the two embodiments of “looking into someone else’s bowl” didn’t seem to get along so well at the end of Part 1 either, so perhaps it’s not surprising to see Mr. and Ms. “I treat almost everyone around me as pieces of meat to cope with my crippling loneliness” butting heads.

Something about the similarities being repelling instead of uniting them, and the differences between them worsening the rift.

As for the others… Satan seems to have enough authority to easily shut them up if angered. Of course, both Asmodeus and Beelzebub are currently weakened, so perhaps that’s a factor as well.

The demons are often at their hottest when they’re being scary, don’t @ me

The way Satan refers to himself here does imply a certain hierarchy, even between the Demon Lords.

In all honesty, Satan gives off the vibe of someone who’s either always angry, and is just usually looking for a more… “appropriate” moment to reveal and use his temper (so he’ll be justified), or of a rather mercurial individual- anything can set him off, so you always have to be on the lookout, since you never know when that anger will be directed at you.

…Still! I guess I can kinda understand his anger here… every single “family reunion” must be like this… He’s probably sick of it after millennia of this shit!! Can’t everyone just get along… for five minutes!!

It’s funny, however, to think that Satan, Lord of Wrath, has to play peacemaker between the Demon Lords… I mean, I guess it works!

Other than that, I don’t think Satan particularly dislikes any of the Demon Lords, even if he can get annoyed at their bullshit…

That being said, Satan’s comment here comes off as a bit passive-aggressive to me. Not sure why.

Leviathan… honestly, other than Mammon, she seems to get on just fine with the other Demon Lords? She and Asmodeus are quite friendly towards each other- to the point that they have nicknames for each other, Leviathan will go get Asmodeus from the surface and she’ll be happy for Asmodeus’ good mood over her victory.

But I’m sure we’ll get more insight on these dynamics later on. Hopefully, more often, because they are hilarious.

And on the other hand, Baba Yaga.

Because Vir is canonically a silver-tongued liar and one of the youngest/newest witches, I’ll wait and see how accurate the story he’s telling is, or if there’s another side or more nuance to it to be shown in the future.

That being said, regardless of the veracity of the story, there are a few points I’d like to analyze.

There’s an interesting parallel being drawn here:

Baba Yaga being the strongest witch of all time due to all the contracts she made with various Demon Lords vs Mr. Priest being the strongest exorcist of all time because he’s favored by the Archangels/God

and

Baba Yaga being lauded as a revolutionary who’ll kill God and change the world by the witches vs Mr. Priest being praised by the Church as the hope of humanity who’ll defeat Satan and save the world

…It’s quite funny, really, but here:

Vir reminded me of Marco’s worship of Mr. Priest an awful lot.

I do wonder where this manga is going with the concept of… “heroic figures” in general, I suppose.

So far, we’ve had:

The duality of such figures. Mammon is a “hero” to Tachibana and his followers, Beelzebub is a “savior” to the witches who worship him, but they’re both considered monsters by the Church at large (and indeed, Mammon is shown to financially support hate groups, while Beelzebub threatens to devour the world every time he’s out). Meanwhile, Mr. Priest and other exorcists are heroes to many people, and Mr. Priest, in particular, is highly admired by many other exorcists, but the witches see them as monsters, as shown in the previous chapter and in chapter 20 (?), when Charlotte recollects spying on the boy;

The brutal deconstruction of relying on a “savior”. Much of the manga is dedicated to showing the horrific effects this sort of role would have on a person’s psyche and their relationships through Mr. Priest. Baba Yaga’s story, however brief, also brings this to mind.

The last point honestly makes me find the fact that Vir and the other witches are supposedly trying to resurrect Baba Yaga just so she can lead or save them as their “revolutionary” to be quite… cruel. If she really suffered so much trying to save so many innocent souls who were unjustly damned to Hell, then why on earth are you going to bring her back just so you can use her?

Of course, I don’t know where this whole plan came from (if that really is the end goal, that is). For all I know, Baba Yaga herself wants to be revived (is she actually dead?) and has been communicating with Vir/the other witches from Hell. Maybe it’s just the witches doing their own thing, maybe it’s Satan just manipulating everyone.

But I digress.

Perhaps the answer to the problems “one’s hero is another’s monster” and “it’s dangerous to rely on a single person/entity to solve your problems/save you” will be that “change and peace are achieved through empathy/helping each other/etc”.

But who knows.

Also, it’s super unimportant but I’m a bit sad that in the translation they went with “Lady Yaga”, when they could’ve gone with “Granny Yaga”. Sure, the former is more respectful, but the latter is so much cuter :((

On a very unrelated note:

Kitty!! Are you Satan’s pet or are you Baba Yaga/her familiar?

Did the cat drag this skull all the way from where it was in the previous chapter? Just for the aesthetic??

That’s one dedicated cat!

#troperrific talks #make the exorcist fall in love #ekuoto tag #I unironically want a spin-off with the Demon Lords chilling in Gehenna #nothing happens #there’s just pettiness and passive-aggressiveness

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babbiweeb · 10 months

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the night we met-kyojuro rengoku (one shot)

(anime in gif:unknown)

tw:(none, just emotional damage)

initial tags:pre-established reader background, kyojuro rengoku, senjuro rengoku, female reader, one-shot, demon slayer:kimetsu no yaiba

genre:hurt-no-comfort, romance

one shot theme:the night we met-lord huron

authors note:no story playlist for this one, only one song that flows through! i wanted to give writing a one shot/drabble out, see how i like it! i based this story off of an idea that popped to mind during my millionth listen to one of my favorites songs ever! while writing this, i truly had quite a bit of fun! this felt a bit more fast paced, which i love! you kyojuro stans, i do hope you like this one! talk soon!

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Master Kagaya is a dutiful man, he never once strayed far away from his obligation. Though, beneath his gentle demeanor, he bore a deep hatred. A descendant of an evil birthed a millennium ago, the Ubuyashiki family is cursed to forever pay for this sin. Blind and yet painfully aware of the impending doom that awaits his children, he remains level headed and supportive.

His children know of such a curse, it is no surprise the Master is in need of constant assistance. His wife, needing every bit of support in the aid of her husband. In turn, certain kakushi bless the home of the Ubuyashiki family, providing a sense of relief.

It was one of those days that further blessed the heart of a certain Hashira.

While required to dress accordingly to protect the identities of the kakushi, Lady Amane took a rather peculiar liking to an outspoken young woman. Perhaps it was the moment she came to realize this young woman shared similar beliefs to her own. Or perhaps, it was the utter care she presented as she cared for young Kamado. While the two kakushi remained transfixed in scolding the young boy for not understanding the gravity of his own fate, she stayed still. Calm, though the glare in her eye spoke otherwise. It was as if Lady Amane saw her younger self within her. That same hunger to simply bring order around her. Order, regulation, and peace–

Y/N had earned her own spot in the Ubuyashiki Estate, hand picked by Lady Amane herself. Her attire changed as well–

No longer in uniform, she dawns a kimono that signifies her status within the home. Awake at first light, she even stays up throughout the late hours of the evening providing support to their Master. This change in pace brings quick relief felt throughout the Estate.

A meeting with all his children commenced on a morning that left the Master particularly ill. Since dawn, he had stained every cloth in red. But, his children deserve an update. They must see him, even if it shall bring a terrible ache.

Walking slowly by his side, Lady Amane and Y/N bring support by holding tightly onto his arms. This morning starts anew for Y/N, as this is to be her official debut without dawning a uniform that strips away her identity. Her name to be addressed after today, her purpose to be solidified.

A line of 9 individual strengths lineup mere feet from the edge of the engawa, and with the approaching sight of Master, they all take form. A sign of respect to the man that had given their lives purpose. Faint voices of greetings escape from the line of bowed heads.

“Good morning Master”

At the center, the two women leave him to sit but remain close. Arms at their front, hands interlocked as attention is focused forward. Y/N however, took a moment to trace her eyes along the line. She had never seen the brave 9 up close before–stories of fortunate kakushi that were able to lend aid to injured Hashira were the only bits of information she gathered of their existence. The adrenaline kicks in swiftly as the heads of the courageous lift-

Her eyes, while not quite done being utterly nosey, meet with a fiery gaze.

“I had all and then most of you”-

Time had stopped, even just for a second, this was undeniable. Within an instant, the interest sparked. He wears fire and resembles light. A soft, gentle man with the look of pure determination. The spark of interest indeed.

Quickly, she looks away from him, completely embarrassed by the sudden gaze. The bright flush in her supple cheeks caught all by him. The smile that curves onto his face is welcomed, as he dare not hide his joy. Why hide such an interest for such a lovely sight.

The meeting ran for less than typical, Master could not handle the overwhelming warmth and topic of conversation. The sacrifice of his most treasured time with his children had to be cut short to his dismay. His cough worsened, words leaving him as he is left winded. Y/N had recognized his discomfort moments prior, due to this, she was by his side in an instant. Like a mother with a child, she nurtured him as Lady Amane guided him up.

Given the circumstance, it was entirely inappropriate to witness this woman and feel attracted. And yet, here he watches her so intently as they walk away. Her gentle hand caresses his back as she seems to whisper into his ear. Her face is soft, and yet concerned. Everything about her is no less than intriguing.

“Oh how I wish to see you once more.”

Nothing could have kept him away from the Ubuyashiki Estate. Whether he was training with Lord Tengen, or sharing sticky dango with Mitsuri, he found himself walking along the path just outside. His head turned every so often to maybe catch her. He did not understand why he felt this intense drive to see her more, but he couldn't take it much longer. How is it he had never seen her until now?

“What is her story? Would she allow me to peek inside her mystery?”

He returned in the night–

His younger brother wondered where he had run off to. Senjuro knew Kyojuro was not assigned to duty. There hadn't been anything worth worrying about in the neighboring villages, surprisingly, it had been relatively peaceful. Though, this wasn't any cause for concern, as he would come to find out what kept him away from their quality time soon enough!

Like the rest of this side of the world, many had begun to prepare themselves for well deserved rest. All but for her–the duty of the aid is never done. The garden had become her sanctuary while keeping watch. A peaceful stream of water flows through as she steps along the stone. The back gate had remained open to the unknown.

At last, she sees him just before she can make her way to close the gate. Once again, they are left to their own pocket of time. The air thin as she chokes slightly on her own breath, not knowing what to say or what to do, they just stare for a moment.

All at once, that spark ignites something within the bottoms of their feet–wanting nothing more than to get closer. Standing across from one another, they finally share a moment of bliss.

“Hello-”

The night they met-

“She is an outstanding woman! One of care and pure heart! Not to mention stongwilled!”-He continued eagerly.

“Can you believe she caught the interest of the Master? To be hand picked out of all the kakushi? Wow-”

Snickers among the group follow right behind the man of flame as he daydreams-

“The master isn't the only one she caught the attention of.”-

“Oh please calm yourselves, he’s utterly oblivious! This is just cruel teasing!”

“What’s cruel?”-As if to prove them right, Lord Tengen shakes his head as he looks to his best buddy, completely dumbfounded.

“Oblivious and seemingly dense. It’s a miracle she spends time with you buddy-”

The faint giggles now become hearty laughs as the group begin to feel defeated. Perhaps time will be kind and make haste of the two. Hopefully.

Meanwhile, Y/N had taken liberty to prepare a quick meal for the humble family before Lady Amane notices. She has this sense of duty to be the only one that fulfills the household tasks. Incessant that Y/N relaxes while she can, as in her words-

“You help enough.”

But of course, being that same outspoken woman, there is no way Y/N would ever leave the workload to one person. Especially not after how accommodating they have been with her. This is the least she could do! Plus, this serves as a wonderful distraction! Y/N has become completely engrossed by the Flame Hashira, all her thoughts consist of just him.

The night they met proved to be something special. Nothing could compare to the late night talks they continued to have. Stories of his adventures far and wide engulfed the woman in such passion. She never heard of anyone acting the way he does–he is gallant, thoughtful.

It had become routine for Kyojuro to simply make time to visit her in secret, making it obvious to everyone but him that this is simply more than friendship. Kyojuro is just grateful to have met someone so interested in his story. She is someone who sees him, never once looking through into the next person. It’s refreshing to have more than just his brother to speak to so freely with.

Oh–and yes, Senjuro is all too keen on one day meeting this special lady. Children are incredibly observant, sometimes though, a little too observant. Some nights are longer than others, while other nights, he comes home with a slight pink hue. It’s all too refreshing to see his eldest brother finally meet his match.

“I had all and then most of you, some and now”-

He met his match alright-

The nights leading up to the mission, Y/N felt a chill crawl up her spine. Something wasn't right, in fact, the world felt as though it had shifted. Yet, he never seemed to understand it. He was so driven by his own pride and determination, the dangers meant nothing to him.

But it meant everything to her. She never meant to strip him of his manhood. In fact, she was always the one to remind him nightly how much he truly did for our world. Our twisted, violent world full of creatures that plague the midnight sky. It wasn't in her character to be overly selfish, but for tonight, she must-

“Kyojuro, do not leave the base. Pass this along to another Hashira, someone who is more experienced in years-”

Cut off, the tension is thick.

“Now you say I am not experienced enough? What next? You think I should retire now because I’m simply not strong enough?”

His anger is palpable, though he does his best to keep it within him. It wasn't in his character to be angry. He simply just did not have it in him to be angry, and he could never direct his anger towards her. Though, his livelihood is now being questioned by a woman he had met not too long ago. Who gave her the right to disrespect a Hashira?

“N-No! K-Kyojuro, please you misunderstand-”

His boiling point. What was it with the people around him that seemingly had no faith in his ability to think for himself? He had been called oblivious, dazed, and whatever else behind his back. Now, the one he had come to adore, claims he misunderstood her words? As if she did not speak them into existence?

“No. I think it’s best if we simply let go for tonight. I must prepare to leave within the hour. I still have much to do.”

The silence was deafening. The night sky blanketed over their feelings. There was more–so much more. There was just not enough time, not enough here to confess. They had just met. They only had mere hours late in the night to spend with one another, and each conversation consisted of his glory-

Her words failed to make it above water. She felt as if she was drowning in a sea of pure agony. Everything was right there-

Nothing.

This silence was more than enough for him. This ride was not meant for her, they could not ride together.

Please, please-

All is quiet, but not all is calm. All 9 had gone through the motions of this morning’s news. Day break had brought on a cloud of sadness and grief. Nothing could have prepared her.

Last night’s silence brought on this morning’s guilt. Was there nothing that could be done? Why couldn't she have been enough for him. The breeze remained still after the final blow, as the trees came to a full stop. Yet another deafening silence that will forever imprint on her mind of things to despise.

In the distance, the familiar caw of the most trusted guides known to the slayers grow louder-

And louder, then louder.

Until further silence. The ring in her ear being the only thing that reminds her that she is still alive and left behind. Meanwhile-

He is dead.

“I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.”-

Please, please…please-

“Take me back to the night we met, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m haunted by the ghost you.”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

authors end note:you know what i had to put on after i wrote this after listening to the night we met on repeat for this??? super bass by miss ma'am minaj. i was twerking with tears (i should email back my therapist). i just really miss my best comfort character. wahhhh!!! i hope i still did you kyo stans proud! i promise i have more comfort fics coming! okie! talk to you all again soon! don’t be a stranger! teehee!

word count:2325

many thank! -babbi₊˚⊹♡

-08/20/23

#anime and manga #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kny x reader #reader insert #female reader #demon slayer oneshots #babbiweebwrites

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nokk0 · 13 days

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Alright, THIS IS FINALLY DONE!!!!

I recommend people to read the original headcanon of @starflungwaddledee since i will talk about my interpretation of her headcanon of Magical signature/Voices (with the majority of this based on facts the user said on various response). This post is a bit long, so take your time, please

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Magical signatures are like voices, all of them unique between individuals. Some might be more appealing to certain folks for certain reasons, some might be stronger or more quiet than others but none are inherently bad; perhaps one or another can be more overwhelming depending on the species or resilience

AIs seemingly have the ability to sense people's signatures, they can transmit and receive feelings like organic beings will do it, not necessary by touching, despite this being the most often way to sensing the signatures. The AIs themselves can drastically alter their voice one way or another, the most common reason being the taming. Unlike the simplicity of most of signatures that are quite a simple and approachable ones, Artifacts are more incomprehensible

The Ancients Artifacts have a particular aura, more complex than the common for everyone, obviously. They all start without free will, but if an AI spends time with someone who shows care and kindness to them, their programming will become more flexible, and more specific cases can even copy notes of those who tamed them. This is “Taming”

Different experiences could drastically alter the voice one way or another. It is possible that someone could, by various reasons behind, override the magic with their own, and more terrible cases involve a corruption or fracture on the Magic

Tamed AIs are terribly susceptible to Dark Matter and Negative emotions in general. Rather than possessing an iron body, though, Dark will consume them, for power. The CORE of a high percentage of the Ancient Artifacts have a Heart, similar to the NOVA'S, which contain lots of energy. Dark Matter is harsher on Tamed AI, they are not only susceptible, but they also, contain nearly infinite power propelling their systems

Dark Matter would have a LOT of power to tap into. However, there's a problem. Perhaps Dark Matter will be unable to handle this power beyond what it can normally output, not able to hold it. This leads to the next scenery, where its ends relinquished it or Dark Matter or its victim ends permanently wounded. This can lead to a shattering for those who were its target; the magic will divide, like two separate entities in the psyche, that can be shown, together or separate, varying moods. In other words, one or another will break, without solution to fix it

This "magical fracture" varies depending on the possession or circunstances... Dedede was possessed many times, although since he isn't a powerful magic user, his "fracture" would be lighter but really painful, but his personality and the Wanyas would help him cope with this, not to mention that from so many times it happened already, Dedede even gained some resistance, leading to less pain in the aftermath... Magolor was possessed for a few hours, but his case was quite intense, to the point where his body twisted in a worse way than Dedede's. This without mentioning the overflow of magic, since Master Crown has "unlimited power"... The epilogue shows a Magolor without powers, and for me, this shows how strong his "fracture" was. The fruits of the Gem Apple helped him regain his power, although his mood also affects his still latent wound…

Hiding or concealing or changing a signature on purpose is unusual. The signatures have an undeniable truth behind, like looking through the heart of someone else. Magolor could learn to purposefully withhold his own signature, to avoid being read so easily by others. Dark Matter could easily do the opposite to overwhelmed those around it

#nokk0 say #nokk0 art #kirby #my draws #headcanon of starflung #dark matter

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How would the various companions react to like during the escape of vault 114 skinny Malone shouts out to his goons "I want that Twink obliterated" at nick

Cait : She gives Nick a nasty glare but crosses Sole's nervousness. She doesn't like this phoney detective who looks down on her, but she doesn't want Sole to feel guilty.

"Don't worry, they'll try; they'll just run into me and my bat on the way."

Codsworth : "We'd better save ourselves as soon as possible!"

Nick casts a glimpse towards the robot accompanying his saviour. "Why? They never threaten you. They're looking for me."

"However, you are Mum/Sir's only hope of finding young master Shaun. We're not going to let them get to you that simply!"

Nick can't help but smile at the robot, which undoubtedly conveys the background thinking of Sole, who rushes into position, weapon in hand.

Curie : "Doux Jesus!" she said. "This man is terrible! Shouldn't we... flee to avoid them?"

"Not a bad idea," says Sole. "However, Nick, you remain well ahead in sight. I didn't come all this way to have holes drilled in you on the way out."

"What about me?"

"Run with him, and I'll cover you."

Danse : "Tactically, it would be more prudent to abandon the synth. We already have enough on our plate without having to defend this individual against a horde of assailants."

"This synth is my one and only chance to find my son!"

Danse sighs as he looks down at Sole.

"Proceed, I will shield you with my armor. But if you attempt to do it backwards, synth, I'll get out of their way, and we'll have to find another way to find Sole's son."

Deacon : His brows appear over the rims of his glasses, but his demeanour remains unaltered as he gives Sole a little hand gesture to proceed forward. Deacon disappears into the shadows as Sole go further with Nick behind them. While Nick and Sole are walking towards the exit, they hear some dry detonations followed by silence. Deacon rejoins the two fugitives on their level.

"They're not going to chase you anymore, Nick," Deacon says.

Dogmeat : He doesn't know what it's about, but his master goes to this detective, whom he sometimes hang with, and both appear to be afraid of something. The dog's hair rises on the back, and he turns toward the fierce energy with a growl. Men approach with a sinister expression. Dogmeat will shred them all.

Elder Maxson : He dislikes Nick Valentine. He dislikes being persuaded to do this with Sole. He has no idea how this happened. (Possibly due to the fact that the Prydwen never arrived in the Commonwealth at this point 😅😉 ) But one thing is certain: he despises losing his goal to the adversary. He spins around in an instant and charges, not like a fool, but like in a true guerrilla, using the shadows to set up ambushes where raw force or gunfire are insufficient. The poor triggermen have little chance against such a smart tactician, who is equally good at conceiving and executing a strategy.

Hancock : "They don't know who they're dealing with!" he exclaims.

And before Sole or Nick can react, he leaps into the melee, dodging gunfire and splitting the stomachs with his knife without hesitation. Nick and Sole make it their business to complete what little work remained. But the mayor can become feral whenever he wants, and threatening one of his buddies brings out the worst in him.

Gage : He casts a mocking glance towards Sole.

"I told you it was a bad plan from the start!"

"I require the services of this detective. We must prevent them from killing him."

"You need that detective. I need an Overboss. But I'm not going to let a gang of triggermen kill me for this, Overboss. You'll meet me at Nuka-World when you remember what your interests are."

He walks away without saying anything else. He's a raider, you know. Loyalty is not something they have a reputation for. (After all, even if you romance him, he is the first to shoot you in Open Season)

MacCready : "It smells like bone."

"If we don't help him, I'll never find my son."

"Two or three hundred more caps and—"

"Wait, are you negotiating at this time?" exclaim Sole.

"There will never be another better time."

"150, and we have a deal."

"Are you serious?" ask Nick, becomeing irritated.

"Sold! Pointe, I fire."

And, needless to say, there is no longer a triggerman to chase a now taciturn Nick who can't believe his life has been negotiated down.

Nick Valentine : He gives Sole a look of concern. That was something he should have expected. Honor is always last on the agenda with individuals like Malone. He raises his weapon and prepares to protect his life, but to his surprise, Sole also shoulders.

"Wait, you're not fleeing? They're looking for me."

"I also require your assistance. Furthermore, there is no need to investigate who is good and who is bad."

The detective says nothing as the exchange of fire begins, but even after the final triggerman has ceased breathing, he continues to ponder about the moment when Sole, a stranger to him, risked their lives for his synthetic skin.

Piper : "Things are getting complicated," she observed.

"You can go, I'll cover your back," Sole replies.

"Don't you think about it seriously? Do you believe this is the most dangerous situation I've ever encountered? Anyway, I'm not giving up Nicky that lightly."

"Wow, Piper, I'd almost be flattered," Nick says, taken aback.

"Don't think too much," she advised. "It's only a matter of ethics."

Preston : "Who do they think they are?" He asks. "We made a deal, and we stuck to it!"

"You can have fun explaining it to them once they put holes on me like a sieve," Nick replies sarcastically.

"Who do you believe I am? We didn't come to pull you out of there and watch you die!"

Sole doesn't waste time debating and rushes into position, ready to receive the triggerman. Preston covers their back and shoots enthusiastically. When there are no more triggermen standing, he moves closer to the nearest body.

"Adhere to the terms of any deal you make. Honor is what keeps a man up when he has nothing else."

Strong : "AAAAAAAAAAARH!" he shouts.

No wondering which side he's on. Sole wants the detective; the men want to kill the detective. Strong kills the men. Strong is powerful. Strong defends Roboman. That’s all.

X6-88 : "I would strongly suggest that we abandon this obsolete model, which appears to be accumulating more and more problems, and instead utilize the Institute's resources in order to achieve your objective." "What are you doing here???!!"

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[████████ 100%] — [♥️] @sugutoad !

ଳ #how did the two of you meet? ଳ

The late summer storm left behind a trail of dangling tree branches, snapped and weak from the wind and rain. When you first met Toji, it was early in the morning, when the heat did not yet reach it’s greatest and the air still held some resemblance of mild temperatures. Anna Lee patted down her skirt nervously. The adrenaline of being in battle had not left her yet, and her hands still shook as she tried to fix her appearance to something more presentable before going out onto the street. It was a bit humid, and maybe slightly cold with the wind. This empty backstreet was Anna’s little base, somewhere she would unwind before getting on the train and back to Tokyo Prefectural High, and back to her job as a professor. She was somewhat of an early graduate, and started early, but high ranking sorcerers was always given priority, and so, this is just a little appeasement those old men gave in order to sway you over to their side. As if its ever going to happen.

Recently, there had been a spurge of high level grade ones and lower special grades appearing at this location specifically, and you, being the most free of the other teachers at the school and one of the strongest sorcerers, was assigned to combat the spirits here. Being the kind of individual she is, she accepted the order without protest, only to sigh internally from the sheer amount of work she must too. She already has an amazing tolerance for many things, and even with a determined individual like herself, it felt like she was trying to hold sand in her hands.

…Little did she know, a man without cursed energy had come across her trying to cheer herself up a little while ago from a distances away, from the window of his abode a few stories up.

He did not laugh, nor did he smile. But a rather peaceful sensation came over him at the moment. It only bloomed as his half-asleep son adjusted his position in Toji’s arms, head rested right against the place where Toji had held that emotion. He should have known at that point, that his fate was truly “sealed” by then.

He wasn’t enamored with you entirely then, but really, being so attracted to the mere figure of a stranger, isn’t that a bit, pathetic?

(No, it’s not, something whispers, bringing about the scent of petrichor and strawberries to his nose. It feels rather addictive to smell).

And finally, after weeks of hard work, the population of the curses dwindled as Anna’s investigation bore fruit. Spring was approaching, and the weather has set itself colder than normal, especially as the night dawned. Anna Lee shivered, bringing her phone to her ears.

“—This will be your last mission for this area,” a calm voice came from the call, “thank you sincerely, Anna.”

She had a slight grin on her face. “Of course, Principal Yaga!”

“However, I must ask you to leave the assailants to the police.”

“What?” A jolt of shock ran through her, “but… he will never get a proper sentencing then!”

It turns out, a cult had cumulated in this certain province for the past few years in secret, before officially moving here to begin “activities” in person. That apparently included the murder of a large group of selected masses each day, explaining how the cursed energy and spirits gathered up here so fast. If it not be for the existence of cursed energy, perhaps this event would have been buried, for the leader was a cunning man, with weird relations to curses, and even stronger ties to the judiciary system, enough to suppress the jujutsu society’s influence in that field. In the past few days, he had massacred….

more than a hundred lives. Not just a hundred lives, but,

children’s.

It’s enough to make Anna sick in her stomach; her other reason for this surreptitious behavior. She steeled herself, and secretly, snuck back into the cultist’s base.

But it had all fell terribly wrong.

There was not one, two, but three special grade curses. And out of the three… one had abilities that countered yours to a nigh perfect extent. A shedding technique that allowed all that grazed it’s user to shed off, essentially neutralizing your innate technique. The other two you had taken care of already, tricking them into attacking you one on one instead of grouping together. But your stamina has been exhausted, and you felt like a fraying piece of paper.

A blur flashed forward, and the special grade was in it’s knees.

That’s—

The man who had been watching her in the alleyway!

Anna Lee was not a dense individual. Although the man strangely held no cursed energy, a heavenly restriction she had heard that came from a family the Lee clan had planned to entangle her with, before relations broke down, she had noticed from the corners of her eyes his presence in the window. However, she did not say anything for it was she who intruded upon the space close to his property, and it seemed to hold the favorite view of the little boy who sometimes waved at her through it. There was no other clean spots either, so thus, she decided to stay where she was. After all, she wouldn’t come back after this.

SHINNG—

With a heavy strike, the curse was split into three jagged pieces, purple blood pooling onto the ground.

“…You don’t like feeling weak do you, princess,” he said, cheshire cat beam on his face, but it was rather tender.

…And that was how the two of you met.

Haha, did you get the hint I gave you? 🤭

ଳ #so, how is the couple now? ଳ

pretentiously happy and candidly. unlike popular interpretations, i think toji isn’t super verbal when in love. sure, he’ll drop the princess and sweetheart here and there, and the unrelenting compliments paired with a dashing smile. toji’s love language is an even mix of everything except gift giving. but as ive said before in my original matchup post for you, he’s indulgent in all the different but right ways. he’s tethering the line of gentleman and a tired but adventurous man. he’s a grade B tsundere, because he melts just too quickly to reach that grade A spot. the height difference is delicious too, and he’s definitely teasing you over it as all tall people do. definitely a bit obsessed with you, ever since he found out the marriage contract your families binded together when the two of you were teens, making him imagine how life was life if you had been in there, a bit sooner.

PLATONIC RELATIONS.

it leaves gojo absolutely heartbroken. no fucking way his teacher has this kind of man for a husband. this is the only time megumi fully unites with toji to gang up on this man together, absolutely grilling him to oblivion. he considers you a respectable adult, someone he can turn to when he needs guidance, and fully trust. he’s going to be very curious about your lineage too, since jujutsu families outside of japan is hard to find. he’s drilling questions into your ears early morning to late afternoon, and is very fond of you. shoko and geto are closer to you emotionally on the other hand, and the three of you have this silent roundabout way of communicating that leaves gojo winded and confused.

dear megumi absolutely adores you. he copies only the good parts of his dad, and treats you super respectfully but also slightly nonchalantly, megumi-style. but he secretly cares no matter the tsundere front he puts up, something he inherited from his dad. you are genuinely a mother figure to him, and, he adores you dearly. the two of you have days out together secretly whenever he’s feeling saddened or down, and every time, he gains more appreciative of your presence, supporting not just his stupid dad, but also him.

you and yuki tsukomo were partners in fighting in the past, and also, the best of friends. she loves your long hair, and combed it for you many times before, applauding the clothes you’d wear or hyping you up. she’s been the support you have always needed, and with her vibrant essence and your peaceful countenance, the two of you shook the jujutsu world together!

— if you want i can further expand on this tomorrow!

GRADE 1 | ANNA LEE | a fighter with the capacity to shoot into special grade, a living prison realm, however, the higher ups are still split about their own decisions regarding you, and have settled you there in case anything changes.

✧˚ · . DOMAIN EXPANSION:

-> a geometric embodiment of your cursed energy, compressed, drops from your hand and onto the ground, splashing, and suddenly, all around you, cursed energy taking on the effects of the cursing deep trenches compress around the battlefield. only you are exempt from it’s effects. that is it’s drawback. as you grow more accustomed to this ability, you can control the domain more and protect your comrades inside, but as it starts, it hits everyone and everything unrelentingly.

-> it is completely dark, and coral like shapes entangle your foes into place. but it is exceedingly magnetizing to look at. behind you, there is a bridge winding to a small but beautiful and intricate shrine. here, you are left with supreme choices you can take.

1. in exchange for all the cursed energy currently on you, leaving you incapable of fighting afterwards, you can seal any aspect of your opponent for as long as you’d like— forever. however, the strain of it is very strong, and you would need medical attention immediately afterwards and heal for weeks.

2. all those trapped in your domain cannot breathe deeply, as your cursed energy will automatically seal up their lungs, and they would explode from the pressure coming from the domain. not only that, the domain actively pushes away their cursed energy and techniques, redirecting it elsewhere. they are rendered nigh immobile from this domain, and since your energy is everywhere, you can attack anywhere and everywhere you wish. you can “seal” the movements of conceptual and even to the tiniest of physical objects for up to several minutes here.

3. jellyfish also spawn, which will sense and fight for you. their stings will poison and numb the opponent’s senses. thats because of the correlation of your cursed technique, which feels numbing, electrifying, like a jellyfish’s toxin, able to fell over 60 people in less than 2 minutes.

╰┈➤ WEAPON & technique expansion?

a whip sword, 4 feet long unextended, stretching up with your cursed technique. not only can you seal, you can also “unseal” in order to undo your own technique, and this applies in the sense of “unsealing” and “sealing” your weapon, being able to control how it moves and stretches with your innate technique.

ANY BINDING VOWS? none i can think of currently.

#jjk matchups #jjk #jujutsu kaisen power matchups #enjoy anna ♥️

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