🦋 for Mirza :3
the only thing he feared about Morpho was the implication that once his butt was dragged into hell he would have to pay up for all of his dark magic shenanigans.
as for fusing with Morpho, well
let's say the reaper nor Mirza are having a good time. On one side you got Morpho being corrupted by 100% dark matter and having issues moving Mirza's rapidly decomposing body due to the later heavily resisting Morpho's control and on the other you have Mirza feeling very angry at Morpho's cheap attempts at replicating his late wife in his mind just to keep him in an euphoric state to ease assimilation.
it's basically Morpho EX part 2 electric boogaloo speedrun edition
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Happy Birthday @kagejima. You're a wonderful human being who deserves everything and I hope you are having a wonderful day. You constantly spoil me by entertaining the little scenarios I flood your ask box with and turning them into works of art. Since it's your birthday, and our chats have inspired me, despite not being a writer, I thought it only fitting to return the favour.
This collection of little drabbles is based on the Bodyguard!Sukuna HC that @kagejima and I have spent too much time thinking about. I highly recommend reading this and this to get the most out of this piece. (Also just read those posts because Rae creates the best tales from the few sentences I give her and I want her talent to be appreciated by all). Editing is not my forte, so if you see a mistake, just skip over it. *edit* to see the collection of works in this AU, please refer to this post. There is a little something for Bodyguard!Sukuna, Swordsman!Nanami and Blacksmith!Osamu.
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Staring down at the assortment of trinkets and charms, Sukuna’s eyes gravitate to the little sword pendant on display behind the glass case. He’s walked past this stall three times in the past hour as part of his patrol route, and each time, he slows down just a bit to glance at it, telling himself that he’ll buy it if it’s still there at the end of the day. It’s nothing special, and he’s certain you have thousands of other, better, pendants to wear, but he pulls out his coin purse anyways and pays the vendor before tucking the charm into his tunic for safekeeping.
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Sitting outside your door is not a job that he thought he’d enjoy, and, if asked, he’d deny it, but it’s the time of day he looks forward to most. Sukuna is happy that your seamstress is keeping you company because that means he has a few more minutes to finish up your birthday gift before the two of you are left alone for the evening. The palace is abuzz with final preparations for your birthday ball, with the royal household staff tending to the needs of all the dignitaries that have come to celebrate you, and he’s grateful for the quiet at your end of the castle. It’s been a little over a week since it’s been just the two of you. You’ve been busy entertaining guests, and he found every excuse not to be stationed outside your bedroom door lest his jealousy took over. But tonight, you will not have any visitors; instead, you'll have him, ready to listen to you all night, leaning against your door, never crossing into your room, and wishing, like he has the past few months, that he was more than just a knight. His fingers deftly wrap around the leather cord as he threads the pendant and a small bell onto it before trying it off. It is crudely made, to say the least, but it's the best he can do with what he has. The glinting of jewels catches his eye, as racks of dresses and cases of accessories, made specifically for this event, are filed out of your room for overnight alterations. After seeing this abundance of wealth, his gift for you feels like dead weigh in his scarred hands. A pathetic gift from a pathetic knight, he thinks to himself, as he stuffs the necklace deep into his pocket. Perhaps, giving you nothing is better than the two lumps of metal he wasted his money on.
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He slides the leather cord over your head, the two charms dangling as they settle at the swell of your breasts. Instead of pulling away, like his mind is telling him to do, his hand slowly lifts the two charms to his lips and kisses them.
“Happy birthday” he mutters, so softly your ears barely catch it.
Your hands go to clasp his outstretched one and bring it to your mouth, brushing your lips over each of his calloused fingers before looking up at him with a smile that makes his breath waver. Perhaps his mind is still hazy from kissing you, but he swears that, in this moment, you have never looked more stunning. Standing in front of him, with your hair falling out of its updo, your makeup smudged from sloppy first kisses and your neck littered with faint red marks, you look like all his fantasies come to life.
“You didn’t have to get me anything” you reply, taking a moment to examine the necklace better. Your fingers gingerly trace the edge of the blade, admiring its fine craftsmanship, before flicking the bell hard enough for it to jingle softly.
“I get the sword is supposed to be you, but what's with the bell?” you wonder aloud, toying with the metal ball again. The soft ringing seems to echo loudly in your bedroom chamber as an unusual silence settles between you two.
“It's embarrassing” Sukuna answers with a sigh; his eyes shift quickly away from your face to look at anything but you.
“And it's my birthday, entertain me. Is it... Is it so you can hear me sneaking out for snacks?” you chortle at your own joke, thinking back on all the times you’ve thought you’ve snuck past his detection, only to find him sitting in the kitchen with a stool pulled out for you. Looking up at your knight, you realize that despite the darkness of your moonlit room, you can still see that his cheeks are flushed.
“It’s so I can always find you if you're separated from me”. The words slip out of his mouth easier than expected.
“As if you'd let that happen,” you chuckle, your palm cupping his face as your thumb rubs over one of the twin scars on his cheek before pulling him down onto your lips.
And you both know you're right. He's in too deep. He can't give you the world. In fact, he can't give you much. But, his heart is yours to break.
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Top/core 5 Mickey headcanons pls :)
I love this question!!! There's so little of Mickey and so little out there for him, on the one hand it's a little heartbreaking because he deserves more love..on the other hand, we can sort of play with the amorphous background. So here we go, my top Mickey HCs:
5. He comes from a big family. He's toward the middle in a group of siblings comprised of mostly sisters. He knows how to braid hair and he learned to stand up for himself because of it.
4. He's a great cook. TV time spent not indulging in reruns of Star Trek or the latest popcorn blockbuster is spent on cooking/baking shows. His big date move is to impress with a home cooked meal.
3. He writes fanfic.
2. He's a craft coffee guy. Big on pour-overs.
1. I feel like he's a friends to lovers trope kinda guy. The person Mickey marries will be someone who's been in front of him the whole time, who he's carried a torch for. When they were kids, he'd tell them he was going to marry them, which they'd laugh off, pushing his shoulder. He has a stone put into his abuela's ring to propose to his person with. He insists on presenting his partner with the traditional 13 gold coins at their wedding.
send me your top 5s
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If Lucas dating someone who is insecure about themselves and thinks they don't deserve to be loved by him.
See, this is something Lucas knows all too well. The feeling of not being enough, of not being worthy enough to be loved.
Because he had to grow up with a father who didn't love him, but rather the potential he saw in him. He grew up with parents who were too busy with their businesses to ever see their own son as a priority. And he still struggles with those feelings from time to time. But he realised that you can't “deserve” love, because that would imply you'd have to earn it somehow. And no one should have to earn it to be loved by anyone, certainly not by their own family.
So what would he do? He knows exactly how it feels, so he would do anything to make her know that there is nothing she can do to deserve his love for her. Because she is enough the way she is, and he loves her for that. And whenever she feels insecure, he would tell her that, over and over again, and he would never tire of making her feel safe, loved, cherished, adored, and worshipped.
He would make sure to reassure her at every opportunity - no matter how small. He would buy her a bouquet of her favourite flowers - just because. He would give her a massage - just because, but especially if she had a rough day. He would make sure she knows she can trust him blindly, that he is loyal, by taking her to all the events he has to attend, by taking her to every little thing, even if it’s just a night out with friends.
And any girl who tries to flirt with him he would instantly rebuff by pulling his girl onto his lap and wrapping his arm around her waist, pressing her tightly against his chest and planting a lingering kiss on her temple. He would take her out on a date at least once a week and spoil her to no end. And he would tell her that he loves her a lot - especially when she doesn’t see it coming: when she’s in the kitchen preparing dinner or when they are sitting on the couch watching a movie. He would send her messages during the day to let her know he's thinking about her, to tell her he misses her and can't wait to come home to her, and he would tell her how perfect she is for him, especially when she's in her pajamas with no makeup on or in the morning when he wakes up to her beautiful face.
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