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pupyuj · 8 months

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sudden thought abt a stripper au,, like dom stripper reader and nerd (loser<3) virgin yujin.. yjn friends convincing her to go after exam week and yn having a weak spot cause yujin was so easy to get flushed arrrghg😩

im making this g!p IDCCCC IT'S SO PERFECTJDBCKFFJ YUJIN 🤤🤤🤤 idk how strippers operate so i kinda just .. did anything 😭😭😭😭😭😭 but thank you for this ask anon i was smiling the entire time writing it dkfnjfkdj

yujin really didn't wanna go there 😭 sure exam week ended but she still had lots to worry about, and the concept of having to 'unwind' and 'relax' just simply didn't exact to an overachiever like her, so she was pretty much fighting her friends about the whole thing until she finally caved in cuz she's spineless after all WHAT A LEWSERRRR 🤣🤣🤣 gaeul walking yujin through what she should do once she arrived at the club over the phone while yujin herself was otw there 😭 yujin asking a bunch of stupid questions and nearly choking on her spit when gaeul told her to 'get her virgin dick sucked dry by a hot girl'... she wasn't exactly a prude but god sometimes gaeul can be so... vulgar...

yujin stepping inside the club with her stupid glasses, academic decathlon varsity jacket, and a messenger bag that had a book inside.. who the fuck reads at a club???? her face immediately scrunching up at the sight of men, the smell of sweat and alcohol, and— oh god... there you were in the distance.. dancing in a sparkly dress that was too short, your lacy lingerie showing just a little bit to get the crowd riled up, smiling and winking as the losers at the bottom of the stage throwing bills at you... yujin was so hard.

JSJDNDKFJF YUJIN RUSHING TO THE BATHROOM, LOCKING HERSELF UP IN A STALL AND CONTACTING GAEUL 😭😭😭 gay panicking to the max, babbling about the prettiest girl she has ever seen and refusing to leave the stall and 'seize the moment' like gaeul was saying bcs of her hard on 😭 gaeul basically bullying yujin to fucking go back out there and try to catch your attention 😵‍💫 and yknow what... she does! there you were, doing what you do best on stage when you suddenly take notice of this unbelievably cute girl staring dumbly at you, her mouth slightly agape and legs closed tightly which of course you knew what that meant.. and usually you would grimace bcs you hated perverts but this girl was just too adorable to hate 😩😩

yujin's glasses being halfway down her nosehdjfhfkf, she was practically drooling and nearly suffered a heart attack when you winked her way. clutching onto her bag for dear life, which she used as a cover for her cock bcs goddamn she has never been this hard before... how can she even leave her seat without being noticed??! sjdbfkdkc yujinnie feeling overwhelmed by what you did to her body, and also the stench of men all around her so she runs for the bar bcs at least there wasn't a lot of people there :(( but you still watched her, and she still looked at you and god you were basically eyefucking each other yujin could have come in her pants right there 😭😭😭

omgomgkmf inviting yujin to a private room after your little performance ,, the loser almost literally shaking in her boots when she saw you sitting near the edge of the bed, already looking at her like you want to eat her whole... one leg crossed over the other, wearing a different dress this time but it wasn't any less slutty than the last,, yujin felt like she was losing her mind,,,

"figured you'd be cuter up close," were the first words you said to her, raising your chin and scanning her up and down. omg yujin could explode,,, timidly settling down next to you when you invited her, having to scoot closer bcs she sat far away 😭 "i'd like to know your name, darling." KHSDKBK yujin barely uttering a word but thankfully enough you were used to people biting their tongue around you so you understood her immediately .. patting her thigh and telling her to relax,, climbing onto the bed and coming up behind her,,, taking off her bag, slowly pulling off her jacket, coming close to her ear.. breathing down her neck while she leans back into you,, oh she was helpless, and now she couldn't hide her boner,, not when you were literally cupping it in your hands, chuckling softly in her ear when she whimpered,,

poor baby has never had her cock touched by anyone before :((( so she couldn't help but want more :(( "aw, baby, you need a lot of help, don't you? look how hard you are..." you were saying, watching as her dick grew and grew inside her pants sjdbffjfjjf making her take off her pants only,, the sight of this girl's big cock poking through her boxers, stained with precum, did things to your body but you had to be professional... after all, you couldn't just give your body away for free 👀

"ah, right. i'm still at work," yujin nearly whined when you separated from her and left the bed . standing in front of yujin, who was breathing heavily, fogging up her glasses, hair kind of a mess around her face but she was still the cutest thing you have ever seen 😩😩 "one rule: no touching, yet. be good and i'll reward you handsomely, yujin-ssi, deal?" you asked as you unzipped your dress . yujin nodded desperately, and you could swear you could just reach over and pinch her cheeks . but no, you had a job to do! 😤

yujin's jaw dropping slightly when your dress slid down your body, leaving you in your lingerie that gave yujin many many thoughts... thoughts of her ripping that bra off your body and feeling your tits in her hands, very vivid thoughts of her pulling your panties to the side and fucking your ass,, but no touching, you said... and yujin could definitely be a good girl, for now! 😏

the big loser staying frozen in her seat while you danced around her 😭 she kept her hands tucked underneath your thighs, doing everything in her power to bite down a moan as you pushed your ass against her bulge.. she was feeling dizzy... she could now see why gaeul loved these kinds of things so much 😵‍💫 turning around and straddling her, hands all over her toned body while you grinded your pussy on her cock... you couldn't resist holding the girl's face and kissing her, which you didn't normally do considering your customers didn't behave half as well as she did 😳😳 she was a good kisser too.. bravely pushing her tongue inside your mouth, actually making you moan.. then you're leaving kisses on her cheek, her jawline, her neck where you made sure to leave a mark.. and then you feel her body tense up, and you're hearing her moan...

"love, did you just come?" you asked with a laugh sjdbfjksf yujin hiding her face in your chest, ears all red, and that was all you needed to know 😭😭😭 "aww... i guess it is about time, anyway. you did a good job." you pet the girl's head before getting off her lap, and then you kneeled down on the floor, smiling innocently at the girl while you slowly pulled off her boxers.. dear god was her cock big!

"w-w-what are you about to do...?" she asked, both scared and horny out of her mind.

"you'll see."

and then yujin was whimpering :(( clutching the bedsheets tightly while you stroked her cock :(( then you leaned in and licked off her cum from earlier, making the girl moan loudly at the feeling of your tongue on her dick for the first time 😵‍💫 baby was so sensitive 🥺 nearly crying bcs it all just felt too good, losing her head when you circled her tip with your tongue,,, just falling in love with her voice and how cute she was making the smallest noises when you do anything at all🥺🥺

finally taking her cock in your mouth.. the poor girl struggling to keep her noises in 😵‍💫 head thrown back, legs already quivering, shaking her head as you steadily took in all of her length.. mistaking that action as the baby not liking this at all, so you pulled away, concerned :(

"would you like for me to stop?"

"w-what? no, i... it felt good.. do you want to stop? cuz i can l-leave if you don't actually want to do this... i wouldn't want to force you or anything..." oh, she was too cuteeee :(((((

ofc you didn't want to stop, this girl's cock was to die for.. so you went back onto slowly sucking her off, sometimes looking up to have a glimpse of her face, all flushed and red... "unnie, you're r-really pretty..." she says suddenly??? 😭😭😭 if it were anybody else, you would have rolled your eyes but something about this girl just made your heart skip a beat :((

finally moving your head up and down at a moderate pace, yujin's fingers threading your hair and she was moaning so much 🥺 "unnie.. unnie..!" such an endearing girl! 😵‍💫😵‍💫 yujinnie being driven by pleasure alone that she puts both of hands on your head and started controlling your pace.. all she wanted now was to come in her pretty unnie's mouth, so she was moving you fast, grunting as she dug her nails into your scalp... you didn't mind the pain at all, you wanted this girl's cum down your throat 😳

choking a bit while yujin finally came, the girl holding your mouth down on her cock not really realizing that it had gotten hard to swallow considering you could barely breathe sjdbfjisfk "oh! s-shit, sorry unnie... i'm sorry..." she was saying after you've forced yourself out of her hold,, see you should be pissed bcs she made a mess out of you but you were smiling at her, you might have a little crush now!

and ofc you cleaned her up with your tongue, you would be crazy to waste her cum 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 helping the loser put her jacket back on, feeling your chest warm up when she shyly pulled you in and kissed you 🥺 "unnie... can i see you again?" she was asking as if this was a first date 😭😭 you really could not express enough how cute she really was.

"of course. just ask for '(y/n)', and i'll be here."

yujin smiles widely "(y/n)... (y/n)-unnie... okay!"

it was safe to say that you crumpled up into a ball, giggling to yourself after she left 😩 it was the yujin effect 🤭🤭

#ive smut #ive x fem reader #ive imagines #ive x reader #ahn yujin x fem reader #ahn yujin smut #ahn yujin imagines #ahn yujin x reader #yujin smut #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #girl group smut

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topazshadowwolf · 2 years

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Always a Victory

Are you all ready for the next installment? :3c

You can find the poll here.

Previous parts:

Win or Lose

Curiosity

The Loss

How Could This Be?

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"So, brother, what was your plan for helping Underfell Sans?" Nightmare asked, tendril curling in amusement.

"Encouragement, helpful suggestions on how to present himself. Ink has been… helping as well," Dream replied.

"My 'dear' brother, you are thinking too small. They are neck to neck in the polls, and there are but a few hours left," Nightmare mused.

"And what do you suggest?" Dream asked, folding his arms.

"Voter intimidation, bribery," Nightmare started.

"NIGHTY!" Dream started, and Nightmare glared at him.

"Excuse me?" Nightmare snapped.

"NIGHTY?" Blue blinked, then got a grin similar to his own boys' when feeling mischievous. Just what Nightmare needed... for that do-gooder to know his nickname as a child.

Seemingly oblivious or at least not caring, Papyrus grinned, "I LIKE THE DARK SKELETONS IDEAS. EXCEPT I WANT MY BROTHER TO WIN FAIR AND SQUARE. HIS SELF-ESTEEM IS QUESTIONABLE ENOUGH AS IT IS WITHOUT HIM FEELING THE ONLY WAY HE COULD WIN IS BY CHEATING."

"I am inclined to agree with this Papyrus; cheating will not be the best solution." Dream said, trying to smooth things over.

"Oh, you would," Nightmare folded his arms and waved a tentacle as it tried to shoo his brother away. "It is your typical 'do no wrong' nature. As if your way has done much so far. The contest is still far too close, and Fell runs the risk of losing."

"Better being honest than win dishonestly," Dream huffed. "But I get your point. So let's think of an HONEST option."

"Fine, a smear campaign against Error," Nightmare offered.

"No!" Dream huffed.

"Tch," Nightmare looked away, "for someone about positivity, you do suck the fun out of my life."

Dream glared at Nightmare folding his own arms. "If that's your idea of fun, then yes."

Before anyone could say anything more, there was a knock at the door. They all looked towards the door, and Papyrus sighed. He turned to answer it, but no one was there when he did. A new voice in the house made them all jump, "been meeting a lot more other me's lately. i've heard of you two but don't think we've met."

A sans. No. The Sans walked over to the sofa and flopped into a slouching position. There was a sash on him and a little crown on his head. Everyone stood there quietly, looking at him as he just sat there.

"so, where's red?" Sans asked.

"I have my men looking for him," Nightmare replied.

"heh, so the stress of this all got to him," Sans looked at Nightmare and Dream as Papyrus glowered. "well when he shows up, thought i'd chat with him."

"DO YOU KNOW HOW TO HELP HIM WIN?" Underfell Papyrus asked.

"more like wanna prepare him if he does win," Sans yawned and scratched at his hip. "if he wins, it's because he was himself. heh, it's how i won, after all."

"Prepare him for what?" Dream pressed.

"the press, the art, the interviews. hardly have a private moment. hardly had any before, never thought it could get worse," Sans explained.

Underfell Papyrus frowned, "IF HE DOES WIN, I WILL INSURE MY BROTHER IS NOT HARASSED NEEDLESSLY!"

"heh, typical papyrus, coolest dude in the room," Sans smiled.

"Can you imagine how it would be if Error wins? The poor soul likes his privacy," Dream sighed.

Nightmare blinked upon hearing that. He looked at Dream and then back at Sans as he started to think. Slowly, calmly but all too wickedly, a smile crept across his face. "So… the one who wins will have art made of them?"

"lots of it," Sans replied.

"And interviews?"

"and posts and various other things, fics, people wanted to shake my hand, hug me…," Sans slouched more, "it's pretty trying, really."

"OH DEAR, ERROR HATES BEING TOUCHED," Blue said.

"Yes… yes, he does," Nightmare said as a grin grew wider as it continued to spread across his face. "He utterly despises any form of physical contact. The creation of anything, including art, disgusts him. That means that if he loses, he will be unfathomably angry to lose to someone he hates so much. Yet, if he wins, he will be completely miserable as the hermit could no longer hide from his adoring fans. In other words, I still win over that stupid glitch."

"Nightmare, please try to be nice," Dream begged, but it was too late.

A deep rumble of a laugh started softly and built into a full-blown evil laughter from his nonexistent belly. He wins. Nightmare will always win one way or another.

He was Nightmare. King of Negativity! If little happy souls like Dream can always find some silver lining, Nightmare will always find the storm cloud.

Wiping away a tear of mirth, he turned and started for the door, ignoring anything more said. If his henchmen were taking this long to find one Sans, it was likely because the Sans was at Grillby's when they found him. Knowing them, they would all decide to get some food. Well, he could go for some greasy food himself. In his good mood, he knew he would enjoy every bite.

#nightmare!sans #dream!sans #sans #sexyman au sans #underfell!papyrus #underswap!sans #brother's disagreeing #noot thinking of evil plans #dream thinking of nice plans #Papyrus is cool

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fiixer · 8 months

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is there any kind of job you won't take?

" Y'know, most people don't ask stuff like that unless they want something reeeally weird."

That was generally how it worked, in his experience. Either a potential client was going to ask for something bizarre, or they were too nosy for their own good, perhaps as a poor attempt at small talk to get a chummy vibe going with him. Jordi has had a few of both in his time, the latter of which never worked, but he had to admit the attempts were adorable. "I'm good with weird and all. Cash is cash, I usually don't care how I have to get it, but believe it or not, I do have standards - I know, it shocked the hell outta me, too, but there it is. So, yeah, there's a few jobs I won't take - but, I also won't let anyone else take them, either."

What that means will come in time.

"Kids. I don't deal with shit involving kids. And I don't mean like, holding a kid for ransom, scaring the hell out of them…that kind of thing is alright. Not my favorite, but it pays, so I can't complain. No, no, no, when I say 'involving kids', I mean putting them on the business end of my .45. And before anyone starts spewing bullshit like who would do that - " For that, his voice climbs a derisive octave or two, only to drop back to normal in barely a breath. " - people do. Not a lot of people, but people. I've had one."

It's one he doesn't think of often anymore, now that so many years had passed. Thus far, it had been one of a mere handful that he'd refused, and one of two he'd turned down because – well, he'd rather not get into the reasons why he'd shot them down. Introspection sucks, he'd not here for that mess. Oh, no, instead he's thinking an explanation is in order here. A man like himself doesn't say no to paying work without good reason, after all. So, guess what? It's story time.

"I don't think I was in Chicago a year when this guy contacts me. Says he wants to get back at his ex-wife. They split the year before, she got their kid, she was seeing another guy and I dunno, some other bullshit, I stopped listening by that point. I just remember thinking This is why I don't do the relationship crap. It gets messy way too quick and then you end up with freak shows like that nutsack who can't leave shit alone. Just thinking about it gives me a headache…" Trailing off, he comes to a pause. A breath, and then a tense, albeit distant, "Where the hell was I…?"

Chicago, relationships…divorced creep. Ex wife, job refused because -

"- oh, yeah. So, anyway, we meet, he tells me he wants to 'teach her not to fuck with him', but he doesn't want her dead, because everyone points fingers at the ex when stuff like that happens. He just wanted her fucked up. Not physically, 'cuz that would heal too quick and, again, everyone always thinks it's the ex. He wanted to fuck with her head, permanently, and how'd he wanna do it? By hiring me. Not to mess with her or scare her or whatever- that'd be fine, I'd done it a thousand times before. Nah, this asshole wanted me to take out the five-year-old she had custody of. Yknow, really hit her where it hurts."

In theory, Jordi's previously mentioned tactics - ransom, threats, etc. - usually worked just fine, and probably would have in that instance, too. Most parents would lose their minds over that kind of stuff, but a client wants what a client wants. His part in the deal was to listen and do what he's paid to, no questions asked or input placed.

"I said I'd take it. Told him to pay me upfront and then, when the job was done, I'd clean the mess and he'd never have to see me again, and y'know what? He did. Transferred it over, didn't even question it, and after he did, I was about to head out to get the job done, but before I could, the craziest shit happened. I stood up, went to leave, and the next thing I know, there's a bullet right in the middle of his forehead - fuckin' dead center. The second one wasn't too far off, either; think it was like…in his eye or something, I dunno, hard to remember now, but I do remember, with all of his blood flying around, some of it ended up on my jacket. My brand new Patagonia, can you believe it?! "

The audacity of some people. Even as a corpse, the guy was a dick, which could have almost been respectable if Jordi wasn't on the receiving end of things.

He really liked that coat, too...

"So, I popped the fucker a third time, went home to change, and took myself out to a nice dinner on the lakefront. I got my money, and no one was around to claim I didn't get the job done - which actually reminds me, you breathe a word of this to anyone, just know, I got three bullets on me just for you, got it? Cool, cool. But, uh..yeah, that was that."

That one felt good. If pressed, Jordi couldn't put a finger on exactly what made that particular request much different than the countless others he'd handled; maybe it was just because it was a kid involved, maybe he'd started going soft a little sooner than he'd noticed. Whatever the case, it was a hard limit on his end. What should have been a meeting like any other had left a hollow pit in his stomach the whole time the guy talked, after he'd revealed intentions and explained exactly what he wanted Jordi to do. Such a pathetic waste of space, that one, drawing a target on someone who couldn't fight back...

As far as he's concerned, he fulfilled a contract, albeit an unspoken one, for saving some random woman he'd never meet the hassle of her ex-husband's existence, and spared a kid the trouble of being caught in the middle of that whole disaster. Look at him - making the world a better place, one well-placed bullet at a time.

"Moral of the story is, a job like that? Nope, won't take it, and anyone who comes to me with shit like that it's gonna end up like ol' what's-his-face…I can't remember it now, it's been a while. So far, that one's been the only time I've been asked to off a kid, but if I know anything about people, it's that someone, somewhere out there, is just fucked up enough to want it, too."

#child harm mention cw #( &. a bullet with your name on it but a trigger for a heart/ hc )#[ thank you for this!!! ]#[ sorry it took so long ldksjfa i have been dead on my feet for the last week ]

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possumsinpeoplesuits · 6 months

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Hard Lessons in Cosplay

So, I decided to go to the Texas Ren Faire yesterday, and after nearly dying by being a bit of a thembo, I'm here to share what I've learned so that my fellow people-who've-never-done-this-before won't also end up nearly unconscious because of a bomb-ass outfit.

So, first off, the good parts. While I didn't bump into any friends there, and I didn't see any other Locked Tomb cosplayers there, a lot of people liked the costume anyways! Also, the fans in the mask were a lifesaver, as having a way to keep my face out of the sun while still having a steady breeze was absolutely key to making it through the early morning's 70 degree weather.

Now, for the parts that sucked.

So, you know how I mentioned it was 70 degrees in the morning, despite it being late October? Well, at around noon, that hit to 80 degrees. I started the day with a 1.5 liter bottle full of cold Gatoraide, but that got drained fairly quickly, and was soon replaced with 80 degree tap water from a water fountain. I was still okay on hydration, but I was losing electrolytes fast, and could no longer cool down as easily. To give a visual, this is how much I was sweating before I took the coat off:

I took that picture the next day, after leaving the coat to dry all night. It was STILL that wet.

So, I made my only smart decision of the day: I started heading towards the exit, to call off my first outing before the dehydration got dangerous. The only unfortunate part is, it took me almost two hours to find the exit, because I was getting a little delirious and couldn't remember where I came in, and my map had soaked through with sweat and become unreadable.

But I made it! At around 3 or 4pm, I got out of the faire, ready to get into my car, crank the AC, and laugh off the whole thing. That... did not happen. Because I had no idea where I parked.

Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but the parking lots for the faire were divided into 30 rows, each roughly... two hundred yards or so long? So too long for my key fob to set off the alarm after walking the space in the middle of the rows.

I walked all the way to the end, then started walking back, and started stumbling because my body was starting to not work due to the heat. Some guy on a golf cart gave me a ride to the front, and I misunderstood him when he handed me a card of where I was picked up at so they could take me back when I recovered.

My dehydrated brain read it as "This is definitely where your car is, start walking again, you're almost done." So I walked there, checked all 200 yards of the combined north and south aisles... then walked back to the entrance, sat for a while to try to think up a plan, then when I went to ask someone working the entrance what to do... just kinda started blacking out.

So I sat at one of the stands outside the entrance, and while the lady running the stand didn't have the contact for the medics, she did give me some ACTUALLY COLD WATER, which didn't immediately cure my exhaustion, but cooled my brain down enough to work.

I eventually decided, hey... it's getting close to closing time. Eventually, everyone'll leave, it'll be cooler, and I can rest my legs for a bit. Someone even gave me a wet wipe to wipe the STALAGMITES OF SALT CRYSTALS off my chin.

This did, however, mean that I would be looking for my car at night. Normally, I'm pretty confident at night because I'm A. Fairly fit, and though I've been on HRT for about twelve years, I do still have them AMAB shoulders, and B. I was very, VERY heavily armed, with two two-handed Cold Steel Latin machetes, and a back up knife in my fanny pack.

But, again... I'd already fainted once, I was running on empty since I hadn't eaten since that morning, and was about 9 hours into my 10 hour death march under the Texas sun. So by 8pm, in the woods, alone, I was fucking scared. I even considered just stumbling to a main road and calling an Uber, but I was afraid that being summoned to the woods by a masked goofball wearing machetes on their legs might be, as the kids would say, sus as hell.

And finally, FINALLY, at 8:30, I found my car. After systematically searching every aisle past the reserved spots, starting from where a worker estimated I would've been parked at 10am, and searching another eight of the 200-yard aisles... I finally heard my car beep.

I proceeded to drive directly to a gas station, drink an entire cold bottle of pedialyte, then went to a chicken place and DEVOURED as much protein and fried pickles as I could, drank another liter of gaotraide, a 32 ounce soda, and made it home.

The damage? Aside from the usual chaffing, and some little marks where the knee pads were bumping into the upper part of my shin, I ended up with blisters on the pads of both feet, and one that took the entirety of my heel. My mask had worn through the skin of my nose, I was missing a section of skin on my thigh because I had a forgotten soda in that pocket, I was sore as hell, and was still five pounds lighter than when I left that morning. I also had to get up and drink some more gatoraide in the middle of the night because I was feeling feverish, but now that morning is here, I'm feeling much more alive.

So, the lessons I've learned is... bring more to drink than 1.5 liters if you're going to be outside, consider cutting the lining of a heavy coat out to stay cool, remember where the fuck you parked, and if you do end up on a ten hour death march under the Texas sun, consider bringing a necromancer with you. You might need them.

#cosplay #our lady of the passion tlt #our lady of the passion #the locked tomb #I was also wearing my “resting butch face” shirt #It should have been my shirt with Thembo written in the Barbie font.#ren faire

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supercantaloupe · 1 year

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lying face down on the floor

didn't get my internship. autism swag too strong for the kennedy center i guess i mean why else would i be rejected from three separate internship positions already. they couldn't handle me (<- trying to act cool about losing an opportunity in her dream job/field)

but it does mean i can go to spain this summer. which. i mean. spain is cool. excited to go back. and i love getting to travel and play. even if i do have to pay for the trip (on a scholarship, but still) myself instead of doing a job and getting paid for it.

although it is technically a mission trip with a korean church group's youth orchestra so i have no idea if i'll like. have anyone to hang out with or relate to. idk i guess i'll just bring a book to read while everyone's in bible study or whatever. not like i've had much luck in the past making friends with anyone whilst traveling even when they're my peers...except when i went to italy with my own youth orchestra in high school...i always get along better with other music people but like. idk. i don't see myself getting super buddy buddy with a bunch of kids and i have no idea who there'll be in terms of other adults to associate with either. idk. i'll enjoy the scenery and food at least

i need to look for a new job for the summer now tho. probably retail or food service. which. will probably be soul sucking. but. i need something to do and some way to earn cash. and it's just until the end of august...at least i have the fellowship lined up for next fall thank fucking gd. if i didn't. idk. i'd just melt into a puddle of goo or something

oh and i have to cancel my gig with another local orchestra too. i was supposed to play EH on scheherezade for a concert in june with them but it's during the spain trip so. i feel bad about cancelling on them but at least it's with a month and a half of warning. plus i offered to lend/rent them my instrument cause i don't need it for my trip. that way at least they can have someone cover the part without me and maybe i can make a little bit of money from it...not much tho i don't have the heart to charge a lot

well i went over to see the apartment again and got a few more things sorted out there. i'll be switching to the smallest room rather than the biggest now which is fine cause i don't need a big bedroom and the rent is cheaper and very reasonable for this city. i get extra storage and desk space in the basement too since i have the smallest bedroom. and i'm buying a bunch of furniture from an outgoing tenant including bed desk chair and dresser for relatively cheap too so i don't need to get or move any big pieces like that myself, convenient. i'll probably move in first week of may and boy am i looking forward to it. i want undergrad to be over already i am so tired of being here

oh also dan texted today to tell me he's sick! fucking wonderful! he said he got someone from the conservatory to cover which i think he means for tonight's rehearsal? honestly i don't even care at this point if he's out for the concert tomorrow i or his backup contact will cover the first parts for him but i will go literally fucking insane if he's still out of it by sunday. he says it's just something he ate and he should be fine by tomorrow but You Can Imagine Why I'm Not The Most Confident. i mean fucking hell i haven't even met the second player he got for my trio yet...we're supposed to rehearse tomorrow afternoon for my recital sunday morning. and brother i feel like an e string about to snap

#i wanna talk about me #also i still have all my finals to work on.#i think. i might. just. take a nap though.#like yeah i Really Need To Get Work Done but. i am so fucking tired man #the movies were right that everything really can everywhere all at once #i know that's not what the movie is about but. whatever. i'm going the fuck through it right now just give me this

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nanoa1foryou · 2 years

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I just now realized why Thank You for the Pain hits so hard despite being so impersonal on a surface level.

Okay, yeah, I'm not famous. I haven't seen success on a national let alone international level. But through good writing, Thank You for the Pain hits way hard. Like it reaches deeper than just the message of "We're big and famous and people don't like that".

Everyone has something they're good at. Something you might be succesfull at. Not even on a "Wow, I'm doing really good!" kind of way. Sometimes it's just that you bake better than Linda who lives next door.

"Successful people say, it's lonely at the top. Boohoo! I was lonely at the bottom too!"

Life sucks a lot. Sure, being big and famous isn't easy but what part of life is easy? What is the perfect situation? And knowing Blind Channel's story, it says a lot that they so rarely showcase the bad stuff. Because they know how much more it sucked before they had the band.

In other words, this is what a lot of people are fighting for. Not the perfect life or living the dream, but reaching your goals because it will be better than whatever you have currently. Whatever the dream is, it's worth it even with the downsides. Once you've hit the bottom the only way to go is up, and all that.

"Thank you for the pain, you made me raise my game"

That is exactly what happens. Some people give up. Sometimes it's better to give up and move on to something different. Dying for every cause you stumble upon is not the only way to live life.

Sticking with what you want or need, and fighting for it won't always make you stronger, but fighting forces you to be more than you were before. You have to be stronger than what you're fighting against. This song being more targeted, this line is a direct jab at those who tried to stop you before.

"I'm not a nice guy, don't make me lose my patience. I'd rather die than live up to your expectations."

This on the other hand shows the unwillingness to compromise. Blind Channel is not here to please others, they're here because that's what they want. When people aim for big things, often there are a lot of expectations that come with that. External pressure to perform. Whatever you do, someone will want something from you. They'll want you to fulfill their dream, their vision. Not giving up on yourself is important, and that takes patience and stubbornness.

"When all the success, rumors, trophies are just reasons to break you, nobody watches you more closely than the people who hate you. Go give them a show"

It happens at every part of life. Sure, it's the big media wheel and cancel culture, but people are like that regardless of where and how you succeed. People will be bitter about promotions at work. They'll be bitter about the things teachers say at school.

That last line is maybe the biggest fuck you you can write. You'll do it regardless of the hate. You're not showing off to them, but they'll be the ones to see you succeed. If someone is only waiting to see you fall, then you're going to give them a show, one way or the other. They're waiting for it, and honestly, what are you going to do, stop? Especially when getting out of difficult situations and shitty circumstance, stopping is rarely an option.

"When the smoke clears, is there anybody left to call?"

It's a legitimate worry. Especially when drastically changing your life. Most people aren't willing to take risks for other people. When trying to do something big, you'll often be left alone with those decisions. I can imagine how much Blind Channel gave up for their career. If they never made it, would they have had anyone other than each other left?

if you're going to your dream school alone, will you lose contact with former friends? If you're moving to another country to get away from family, will you lose your support network with it? It applies to any scary big change in life. You have to take the risk, but what will you lose when you do?

"Yeah all this fame is fun but have you ever fucked the system?"

It is fun to be good. Even more so to be great. But does that mean anything at all on it's own? It's just the classic question of "will you sell your soul for it?". Some people will conform to get where they want to be, but ultimately that comes with the bitter consequences. Doing whatever it takes means a lot more than people are often prepared for. The fame on it's own is fun, but how you get it matters. It's not just about the end goal, it's about the journey to it.

The entire song isn't just about Blind Channel's journey to success. It's also their journey to get the life they want. As someone who was bullied when I was younger, I can see in this song the battles I had to fight to become the person I want to be. I can see the people who have been left lying on the ground who know how much work is still ahead. I can see that it's about being scared to move forwards but unwilling to get left behind.

In other words, it is a thank you for all that you've been through even when things were bad, because it forced you to move.

This popped into my head while listening to the song. I was thinking about my time at school and my journey through it. I relate to this song a lot, so I needed to figure it out. Feel free to reply/reblog with your own thoughts.

#blind channel #lotsad #lifestyles of the sick & dangerous #lifestyles of the sick and dangerous #just some light lyric analysis

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crazycrackersworld · 2 years

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ONE THING. Just one fucking thing. I have rarely asked friends or told friends that there's a certain thing that they need to do

Now notice I said rarely, so I'm not saying it's never happened. I have told friends that the girl or woman depending on the time in my life and the age that they were dating was toxic and horrible and was like a anchor around their neck and that if they didn't eventually see that for themselves and stop being with that person I wouldn't necessarily stop being their friend but I wouldn't be around they wouldn't see me they wouldn't talk to me.

I have on a couple of occasions told friends both male and female that they're drinking was either already out of or getting out of control, and that they needed to get it under control or just stop all together or they lose me as a friend. I've had to do the same thing with friends and hard drugs. I've had to do the same thing with friends and how they treated their kids, those are just the big reasons I'm sure there were some small dome reasons as well. But I think that all those ones are significant enough that you can tell somebody that if this particular thing doesn't change you're just you know you're not going to be around.

Now I like to consider myself a good, more likely great friend I mean the things that I will do for friends it's a long list in the list of things I won't do is very very short I'm very protective I'm very loyal so once you get to that point where I am like your pet pitbull I would think you wouldn't want to lose that. And honestly I'd have to say that 90% of the times that I've told people to make that choice they eventually made it either because after a few months of me not really being in their life, they saw just what they were missing or they didn't want to take the chance in the first place. Like I said it hasn't happened every time but I'd say about 90% of the time that I had that conversation with somebody they made that change and although they might have been mad at me in the beginning, most times later on they thanked me.

And I find myself once again having to ask somebody to do just one thing to not lose me in their life and I cannot understand why they can't or won't do that one thing. I don't know if it's like ego or something on my part, I have no idea what it is on their part A lot of times I try to put myself in other people's shoes in certain situations and I can say that if I was in that pair of shoes I would not want to eventually have me out of my life if I was in that pair of shoes and I would probably do just about anything to keep that from happening.

And I don't know, and I don't care if people believe me or not this has nothing to do with romantic intentions on my part or who I think this person should be with or if I should be that person. It's solely based on my feelings for the other party and I don't think that they are a decent human being in any way shape or form I have heard a lot of things about this person because I have contacts, but also just the feeling I got the very first time I met him that feeling in the gut of my stomach that told me that I just wasn't going to like him and he just wasn't decent. And because of all that I don't want him in the life of anybody I care about. I'm trying to make that point to everybody who I talk to they all think it's just this one person that I don't want him in their life it's not true I would not want him in the life of anybody that I truly care for that's how negative my feelings are.

And yes I know when you turn your back on someone or you walk out of somebody's life they're not just losing you you're losing them and that sometimes affects people's resolve to do what needs to be done. Now I don't want to not have this person in my life but I've done it for extended periods of time and it sucked it did but I'm totally willing to do it again because it's what I believe in. And there are just some there are some car accidents you don't want to watch.

So I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to put on my walking shoes pretty soon again, and I say that not because I want to and not because I'm looking forward to it because I'm actually very terrified and very upset that I might have to do it. But I don't have a whole lot in this world and my word, and my honor, they're about all I have and I'm not going to break them for anything.

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alirhi · 2 years

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Every once in a while, I find myself thinking about this guy my friend and I dubbed "Ted" (not even close to his actual name lol. we called him that because he was a giant teddy bear).

Ted was a tall, broad tank of a man with the kindest smile and the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. We both worked at Walmart, but on different shifts, so I'd see him in passing on my way in as his shift was ending. Every single time he saw me (even if we passed each other multiple times before he left for the night) he would give me a huuuge joke-flirty smile and a big, squishy hug. He actually stopped mid-conversation with someone else once when he saw me and just stood there with his arms out, waiting for his hug. Made me feel so special. He also loved to pull this sassy faux-gay "heeyyyyy girl!" thing that made me laugh every time. He was so much fun, and were he not in a committed relationship, I would've been all over him. As it was, he was a great friend and a much-needed bright spot in a very dark time in my life.

We lost touch after he left Walmart and I moved to another state (I'm too awkward to ask people for their contact info lmao so I tend to lose touch with people a lot) and it really sucks. I adored Ted. He's one of those rare people (at least in my life) who have this aura around them of completely genuine warmth and kindness, who, when they're hanging with you, make you feel like you're the only person who exists in that moment. You have their undivided attention. I've only ever met one other person like that in my life and I'm happy to say she's still one of my best friends in the world, going on nearly 20 years now. I bet if they ever met, she and Ted would've gotten along really well. (this is not the same friend I mentioned in the beginning XD she's a lovely person, too, but super flighty and I have to fight for a fraction of her attention even when I'm the only other living thing in the room)

I miss you like crazy, Ted, and I hope wherever you are now, you're happy and thriving. If anyone deserves all the best this world has to offer, it's you. Sending good vibes to the sweetest, funniest, most huggable man I've ever met.

#life shit #but at least this time it's positive lol #this guy was so much fun to be around #a good friend #in a time when i needed a friend more than anything #life was especially fucked up for me then #and the few minutes a day that i saw him kept me sane

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h-i-raeth · 2 years

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#I dunno just. I keep having grief about this idea that I'm signing my life away to my younger siblings & like #when I was seventeen & a senior in high school I spent two weeks away from home and got so violently depressed at the idea of the trips end #that it snapped me out of this feeling of resignation that I had #that I would finish high school and then do nothing with my life except take care of my younger siblings #without the benefits of proper control over thier raising. constantly compensating for my parents shortcomings #and mediating/dealing with everyones confrontational tempers #and no real opportunity to socialize outside of that or thought to ambition #& I moved out and got a job and it fucking sucked but at least it wasn't that & for a while my parents changed #because they didn't want to lose contact with me #& then they had to move to NY and they tried so so hard to get me to move in with them #and I resisted as much as I could because I Knew #that if I went through the trouble of moving all my things down here I'd never go back #and that I'd never escape and that without the threat of death I wouldn't get a job because the process of job hunting #is fucking torture to me #but then the pandemic went into full swing at the worst possible time for me #and. Yeah™#& I had a lot of grief and feelings about that but at least the situation wasn't exactly the one I ran from because people #were still somewhat on tenderhooks about me #but now my stepmother went & Did That and I'm stepping into that role exactly #and I don't even get a guarrantee that doing so means that she will stay the fuck away from now on #in fact she probably won't. but she might #& I'm just concerned that for the rest of my littlest siblings childhoods she'll be gone 'for at least 3 more weeks' and never just Gone #and I'll be sitting here with the worst of all possible living and responsibility arrangements #constantly in limbo about when it's meant to end #absolute nightmare scenario is she comes in & out of our lives and Also keeps getting pregnant #at least right now there's something of an end in sight for this being bone deep constant vigilance exhausting even if it Does go on and on

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sunarintoes · 3 years

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Pretty Setter Squad Boyfriend Headcanons

part one can be found here II wc: 2.4k II includes: kageyama, suga, kenma, akaashi, semi and oikawa II atsumu and shirabu

rewriting because i cringe at the old hcs 😭

✗ Kagggggsss

✗ The emotionally constipated blueberry <3 oh yeahh 😎

✗ Okay well first off he can barely process his emotions (*cough* evidently *cough*)

✗ When you two first started going out he was quite shy and unsure of what to do so you may have had to guide him a bit, but if youre equally shy then it just would have taken longer to get to where you are now; oh and if that was the case it probably took some random burst of energy/confidence from either one of you to make the first move.

✗ He will buy you milk but uf you hate it (like me 🤢) he will buy you another drink - like juice :D

✗ I dont think he will be the most affectionate, it’s not his love language - and neither are words haHAH. His love language is most likely quality time and gift giving.

✗ He does like to cuddle though 😳

✗ In fact he really likes to :D his favourite is when youre sitting in his lap while he watches a volleyball game (at home - he hates pda).

✗ This brings us to our next, short point. Kageyama absolutely despises pda, he just thinks its something meant for closed doors and he does not believe that he has to display his relationship for the whole world to ogle at. The most he will do is light hand holding - mostly just linking your pinkies though.

✗ When it comes to height he does not care if you're smaller or taller than him ← but bb, please don't tease him about his height if he’s shorter because he will blow a fuse.

✗ He alternates between small spoon and big spoon, kinda depending on his mood.

✗ BOY O BOY does he get jealous. Uh please reign in your setter >:(

✗ Its mostly due to the fact that he’s insecure about himself - he thinks you will leave him like everyone else (in middle school - yes, he is still traumatised from it.)

✗ When he does get jealous he might be snappy to the other person and glare at them or be snappy at you and glare at you. When this happens please give him space because he needs it to clear his head. When he feels better he will come up to you and hug you into his chest so that he can’t see your face and you cant see his, then he will mumble an apology.

✗ Ever since you two began to date he has practiced apologising and getting better at apologising, this is because his inability to admit to his own mistakes was a sour patch in your relationship that almost ended it but he really did not want to lose you so he sucked up his pride and worked on what he had to; of course you also worked in what you had to. God I love character development 😩

✗ Dates are mostly at home dates or dates revolving around volleyball. If you're not into volleyball, Kageyama would not date you, it's something he is so passionate about and loves with every breath he takes (like you) and he refuses to compromise one love for the other.

✗ ooooh he likes arcade dates a well! He thrives in a competitive environment. If you're not competitive and don't want to compete against him then he’ll compete for you - against the machines lol. Of course you play as well! But i doubt youre as competitive as this blueberry, and if you are - well i guess at the end of the day youll both be stacked in tokens 🤠

✗ Sugawara my beloved <33

✗ He. Is. So. Affectionate!

✗ Mans loves skin on skin contact ykwim?

✗ He is down for pda and does not care what others think - only what you think <3.

✗ I mean he might make out with you in public if you ask nicely

✗ Dates are very fun with him, he’ll take you to cafes, to amusement parks, to carnivals, to movies and all the like. He’s a cliche lover and he’s proud of it.

✗ Your first kiss happened on New Years Eve/Day. The two of you sat on the roof of his house and watched as the fireworks lit up the starry sky of Miyagi and chanted the count down together. The second ‘one’ left your lips he grabbed your face (softly!!) and pulled you in to crash his lips against yours.

✗ Suga loves to cuddle, preferably face to face because he just thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world.

✗ He is not the most jealous person, he definitely does get jealous but never of strangers. It's more when his close friends or your close friends get a bit too comfortable if that makes sense? He normally plays it off with humour and messes around because he acknowledges that he is insecure and that it is most likely him thinking of the worst case scenario; however if he really does start to worry and get jealous then he will sit you down and talk about it with you. To him, communication is key.

✗ Ngl Kenma is definitely in my top 3 favourites.

✗ I may or may not be a Kenma kinnie 😳🙈

✗ i love my non-toxic gamer boy <33 anywho: no matter what ANYONE says, kenma is definitely affectionate. In fact I'd say he’s one of the most affectionate boyfriends. As we all know, he is shy and introverted but he likes to hang around and spend time with people he likes. He also talks a lot to them. So I hc that he’s a bit of a chatterbox with you and it makes him really happy when you let him talk about a game or a theory he has. He’s a great listener so you can count on him to pay attention to what you say.

✗ if you didn't already have one, he bought you a switch. He loves video game dates especially when he can't see you in person (*cough* lockdown *cough*)

✗ he loves when you sit on his lap when he plays video games. I know everyone talks about sitting on their partner’s lap as some sexual thing and yeah that can happen but most of the time he’s really soft with you and just enjoys being close to you. Loves when you cuddle into him while he plays so that he can place his head on yours or your shoulder.

✗ i think he is a bit shy when it comes to kisses but definitely warms up after a while. He absolutely refuses to sleep if he doesnt get your goodnight kisses. He loves to kiss you on your nose and your cheeks the most. He loves when you kiss him on the forehead and the nose <3

✗ kenma is not one for pda, it's just not his vibe. He prefers intimacy and privacy; his relationship is not a movie for the world to watch and gawk at. Especially timeskip!kenma. Though that does not mean he wont ever show you skinship in public, occasionally he will softly hold your hand and maybe press a light kiss to your cheek.

✗ in terms of jealousy, he is moderate. Kenma, as we all know, has incredible people reading skills, so he understands the situation pretty clearly and knows when you’re uncomfortable/what you think of the situation. Most of the time you can deal with the unwanted attention and he doesnt get jealous, but he does get insecure. He shows this by going quiet and looking away when you look at him, you can cure this by giving him hugs when you get home.

✗ Akaashi my beloved <3 he’s so pretty i can't even-

✗ ugh! Just imagine him in a dark/light academia aesthetic.

✗ perfection.

✗ akaashi is the sweetest most attentive boyfriend, he loves you to pieces and never fails to let you know. He tells you he loves you every morning and every night. He probably makes meals for you and leaves notes in that have a sweet comment like “i love you, you're the best <3”

✗ he love back hugging you BUT also receiving back hugs 🥺✨

✗ akaashi is a booknerd and an introvert. Please cuddle up to him and let him read his book to you.

✗ there are only 2 things that can restore his social battery: sleeping and you.

✗ which means he wants cuddles when he’s tired 😊

✗ he is not jealous. He just doesn't get jealous, maybe annoyed if the third party is being a bit too pushy and you're clearly uncomfortable, but he just never feels jealous. No matter how hard you may try to make him jealous (plz dont cause that's kinda toxic imo) he just won't feel that way.

✗ definitely the ‘mom/dad’ as he carries sinister, pads, bandaids → a whole first aid kit basically, everywhere. Bb must be prepared.

✗ dates are so sweet with him, cute niche cafes and dimly lit libraries. Maybe the occasional abandoned building. He loves spending time with you, so really he's happiest whenever he’s with you; having coffee at McDonalds or a niche cafe won't change anything.

✗ he’s hard to pinpoint for pda. I feel like he’s indifferent about it. He probably prefers to keep it indoors or to just small and sweet gestures (no making out in public sorry-). It definitely comes down to your preferences, if you don't like it then he won't and vice versa.

✗ semi semi semi semi semi semi

✗ omg mr musician

✗ he definitely plays guitar - lead guitar and bass guitar.

✗ skilled fingies for sure 😗

✗ boy why are musicians so hot???? 😫😫😫💦💦

✗ he writes songs about you. Semsem has a bit of trouble saying exactly how he feels, so he writes it and sings it to you with a small little smile and eyes full of love.

✗ off topic but Semu has the best music taste in haikyuu

✗ he loves hugs so much <33 please hug and cuddle with him 24/7

✗ very affectionate, he’s always touching you someway. Loves kissing your forehead.

✗ he is jealous. Yeah definitely. He writes songs about being jealous 🗿 not that you mind of course ‘cause they're bangers. I think he might get snappy when he’s jealous, not directly at you but at the other person. He definitely gets a bit bitchy. Sometimes he acts that way to you so you've just gotta slap some sense into him. Say something like “what's your problem?” or “tell me what your problem is so i can help fix it.” ← that's probably the best thing to say.

✗ afterwards he’ll just snuggle with you until he feels better.

✗ he asks for your opinion about his songs all the time, please be honest (but also praise them if you like them lol)

✗ he takes you to niche spots he finds, like hidden concerts and stuff. Loves when you come to his gigs <3 oh and when you scream for him (in more ways than one).

✗ dates are cute and fun. Mostly walking around together → carnivals, main street, farmers market. Those kind of things.

✗ when it comes to pda he loves it. Loves being able to show the world who his s/o is. If you don't like it then he will tone it down and only do what you’re comfortable with. If you're also into pda then he will happily make out with you anywhere (you're one of THOSE couples 🤢 /j)

✗ all round best boyfie <3

✗ oikawa 😳 have i told y'all how much i love him? Oikawa is the best written character, no cap, he is so complex and real it's crazy. It's so fun to write about him because you can pick him apart, you know his flaws, his weaknesses, his nightmares but also his strengths and dreams. Anywho i'll stop ranting now but i just love writing for such a perfectly imperfect character-

✗ he puts up a cocky exterior but thats all false. He's as scared as you are, he's scared that you'll leave him like his exes because of how obsessed and focused he is on volleyball. However he is a changed man, he's learned to balance his priorities. If you ever feel like you're being sidelined please communicate with him.

✗ he values communication above all else and wants nothing more in a partner than for them to also value communication.

✗ back to the point → if you feel insecure of your relationship and that volleyball is taking too much of his attention let him know. He will change that. To an extent → he may have an important game coming up which is why he is focusing more, but he will always find time for you.

✗ he never forgets to text you good morning and good night. He also sends you wholesome memes and makes sure you're taking care of yourself - they're like reminders for him to also take care of himself.

✗ he is both jealous and insecure. Everyone who gets too close to you or spends a lot of time with you, he is jealous of. Jealous because he wishes he could spend more time with you but he knows he can't - not without jeopardising his volleyball career. He's also insecure, because he knows you could just leave him for a more fulfilling, more attentive, more balanced relationship. You know that too, I mean, of course you could leave him but no one would be as good as him. No one could match up to your beautifully flawed boyfriend.

✗ he is affectionate, very, very affectionate. He loves you so much. And because he spends so much time on volleyball, anytime with you he's touching you - memorizing every dint, every curve, everything about you so that he won't ever forget.

✗ Oikawa has trouble sleeping unless he's with you, he wants to sling to you in his sleep and be grounded and remember that he is loved and cherished and appreciated y'know?

✗ pda is not an issue for him. He doesn't care what anyone else says or thinks :P in this relationship the only opinions that matter are his and your’s. Tell him you're uncomfortable with something and he won't do it, and vice versa. But otherwise, like Semi, he won't mind having a good makeout session with you in the middle of the street ;)

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helloalycia · 3 years

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The Wrong Lifetime – Six // Wanda Maximoff

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author’s note: i’m glad you all seemed to like the last chapter! i’m all for slow burn but i didn’t want to leave you hanging too long aha. Now onto dating territory!

Since going to Blackpool with Wanda, we hadn't actually gotten another moment to ourselves. Wedding plans were picking up which kept her busy, and if not that, then I'd only see her in passing in which we'd exchange smiles before moving on.

So, I though it would be good to take her out on a date. A proper one, even if it was to be disguised as a simple outing between soon-to-be sister-in-laws. The plan was to 'bump' into her in town, which we did, then I asked her if she wanted to go to the art gallery. She'd been before, but they'd put in a new exhibition which I thought she might like.

We couldn't exactly hold hands when there, but I made the most of her presence and stood a little too close to her than a friend might. Since she'd kissed me at the beach, I wasn't able to think about anything else. And when shot me a knowing smile, I knew she felt the same.

"I like this one," I told her, pointing to a piece hung on the wall, before squinting to read the plaque. "Jedburgh Abbey from the River by Thomas Girtin."

"And why's that?" she asked, watching me with humoured eyes.

I pursed my lips, glancing between her and the painting sheepishly. "I'm not gonna lie, I just like the way the guy painted the clouds in the sky."

She stifled laughter, not wanting to draw attention from passers-by, and nudged me in the shoulder. "You're unbelievable, milaya (darling). We didn't have to come here if you don't like art."

I gave her a knowing look. "Hey, I love art. Especially when it's by a certain Sokovian artist named Wanda Maximoff."

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. I grinned at her bashfulness, wanting to tease her but also very true with my words. Her work was my favourite, biased or not, and I still had that amazing portrait she'd done of me in my room back home. It was tucked into one of my drawers where nobody would find it. I didn't want anyone else to look at it since she'd done it for me and it was private... it was a beautiful reminder of the amazing day we'd had.

"You're poking fun, but in all seriousness, I'd actually love for my work to be up here someday," she said softly, looking at the painting before us with hopeful eyes.

"They wish they were that lucky to score someone as talented as you," I said without skipping a beat.

She cracked a smile, tilting her head in my direction. It was obvious she was losing her patience with me, but I enjoyed watching her lose it. She didn't know what to say, especially when being complimented, and it was endearing to witness.

We remained civil for the remainder of the 'date', refraining from holding hands or gazing at each other longer than friends would, and I was pretty proud of myself for not thinking about kissing her once when we were done.

As we got into the carriage to go back home, the door closed and I was going to ask her how she found it when she moved towards me in an instant, kissing me without question. I raised my hand, caressing her jaw and closing my eyes as she leaned forward, practically on my lap, not that I cared. She sucked on my bottom lip sensually before she opened her mouth, pushing her tongue into mine. I almost forgot how to breathe as she did, unprepared for such an intense kiss.

"I've been wanting to do that all day," she revealed when she pulled away.

I flushed at the contact, a dazed smile on my lips. "Huh."

She chuckled as she sat back beside me more 'appropriately'. "Thanks for taking me. I loved it."

I nodded lamely, still trying to recover from our kiss. "I'm– I'm glad."

She smirked playfully, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to my lips before sitting back. "You're so cute."

My words still hadn't returned, so all I could do was nod before looking the other way. Her laughter filled the carriage and I wondered how I'd gotten so lucky to be in the presence of someone so perfect.

After exchanging some more kisses and actually being able to hold hands without prying eyes, we reached Wanda's home and she invited me in for some tea. Sadly, that meant we had to let go of one another, but I think she'd given me enough to remember her by as we parted, and she must have thought the same, judging from the smirk she sent my way.

We sat on the patio outside to have some tea and biscuits, enjoying the sunshine and blue skies, a rare occurrence for England. We were chatting mindlessly when her brother decided to make an appearance, helping himself to a seat between Wanda and I.

"How lovely of you to grace us with your presence, Miss Y/L/N," he said playfully, shooting me a charming smile, before reaching to grab a biscuit. Wanda slapped his hand but he stole one anyway, making her roll her eyes.

"Nice to see you, Pietro," I greeted with amusement, always enjoying his presence.

"And you," he returned, before chowing down his biscuit.

Wanda gave me a fed up look over his shoulder which he was oblivious to, and I tried not to laugh as she clearly wasn't a fan of him interrupting our time.

"So, I caught a glimpse of the wedding invitations," Pietro said, making conversation. He glanced between us with a nod of approval. "They're coming along well."

I hummed in agreement, smile becoming less real when he mentioned the wedding. Wanda didn't acknowledge his words as she fiddled with the handle of her teacup.

"Is your brother behaving, Y/N?" Pietro continued jokingly, looking to me. "I know how many admirers he has, but my sister should be his first priority."

"Oh, Piet...," Wanda breathed out with embarrassment, facepalming.

"Of course he is," I assured her brother with a small smile. "He wouldn't dare try hurting Wanda or he'd have a lot of explaining to do."

There was some playfulness in my voice, but an underlying truth to my words.

"It's sweet how close you've gotten," Pietro noticed, looking between us, before settling his gaze on me. "It's about time Wanda made friends with people who aren't me."

Cue another slap. I chuckled at her sheepish expression, amused by Pietro's antics.

"Anyway," he changed the subject for his sister's sake, "mother has been getting on my very nerve about finding a bride because you decided to get married."

Wanda rolled her eyes. "We both know I didn't decide, Piet."

He sighed over-dramatically. "Well, it's because of your engagement that she's now on my back about it."

"Join the club," I joked, knowing exactly what he meant. "My mum was already on my back about finding a husband, but since this engagement, it's ten times more annoying."

Pietro laughed. "Oh, no. Has she lined up suitors? My parents like to point out every pretty woman they see to me in hopes I'll make a move. It's hardly productive."

"I haven't asked her for fear she'll pull out a folder with all of the eligible bachelors in town," I said, half joking and half serious.

Pietro snickered as Wanda rolled her eyes in the background. She should have been happy I was getting along with her brother. He was actually quite entertaining to be around.

"It's funny you say that because you're one of the women my parents pointed out," he admitted.

"Oh, God, so they're saying the same thing to you?" I asked with a groan, and he nodded regretfully. "Isn't it just the worst?"

"You're a lovely girl, Y/N, don't get me wrong," he began gently, "but I don't like you like that."

I raised my hand for a high five. "Me and you both."

Laughing once again, he returned my high five and I was glad we were on the same page. The amount of people that had been hinting at getting to know Wanda Maximoff's very single brother was getting pretty annoying. It was nice to know he was just as irritated at the insinuation as I was.

"Okay, I should leave you both to it," Pietro concluded, slapping his knees and standing up. Looking to me, he said, "Miss Y/L/N, it was as lovely as ever to make your acquaintance."

I smiled as he winked playfully before looking to his disgruntled sister.

"Dear sister, the pleasure is always mine," he continued to tease, and she slapped him once more, making him dodge her and begin to leave. "Love you, too!" he called before heading back inside.

I laughed at his silliness and relaxed in my seat, looking back to Wanda. She didn't seem half as amused as I was as she drummed her fingers on the table and chewed on the inside of her cheek.

"I may be mistaken, love, but it looks like you're jealous," I poked fun at her.

She rolled her eyes and her jaw tensed before she finally looked to me, expression softening. "Can you blame me?" she asked quietly. "You're both single. You're both similar age. Everybody talks."

I shrugged nonchalantly, having a sip of my tea. "True... but I've got my eye on another Maximoff anyway."

She sighed, small smile creeping on her lips. Subtly moving my chair closer to hers, I grabbed her hand under the table and squeezed. My thumb stroked her hand softly as I leaned on the palm of my hand on the table.

"You look really beautiful today," I admitted in a hushed voice. "I should have told you earlier."

She, too, leaned into the palm of her hand as she watched me with an enchanting gaze. "So do you, milaya (darling)."

Unable to resist, I glanced around quickly before kissing her cheek and pulling away. Letting go of her hand, I busied myself with the tea and biscuits again.

"Biscuit?" I offered her, and she began to laugh at my attempt at acting casual.

Playing along, she accepted the biscuit from my hand. But a knowing smile was on her lips as she nodded. "Thank you."

—

Being with Wanda was a luxury in itself, even if we had to keep it private.

To everybody else, we were merely two women about to become family who happened to create a bond that was close. But we both knew what it really was and weren't eager to say it. Because saying it made it true and that meant that what we were doing became realer than it was in our daydreams and hidden moments.

I did find myself wracked with guilt sometimes – particularly the times when Y/B/N would gush about how excited he was to marry her. Wanda was technically cheating on him with me, his sister, but that fact was something that was still blurry to me.

We had no choice but to lie and be secretive. In a world like this, where we would never be able to be together like we wanted to, all we had was secrecy and deception. Did that still make us bad people?

I tried not to think about what would happen when she actually married my brother. The future was something I was adamant on pushing to the back of my mind because I knew what it would hold and I just wanted to enjoy the time I had with her. Convincing myself that what we had wasn't serious, just a heat of the moment relationship maybe, made things easier to accept. But really, I knew that whenever she looked my way with her signature smile and dazzling eyes, it was way more than I envisioned. She was way more.

So, trying not to be dragged down with the weight of reality, I vowed to myself to only focus on the now. Focus on the moments I shared with her whilst we could. Anything beyond that and I'd surely snap.

"Medovyy (honey), the Y/L/Ns are here!" Iryna called behind her, before looking to my family and I as we stood at her front door. "Please, all of you, come in!"

She ushered us into the main hall before closing the door after us. Perfectly timed, the rest of her family left the living room and came to greet us.

Automatically, my eyes found Wanda's and she was already looking my way, her dimple making a show as she attempted to reign in an excited smile. I did the same, trying to ignore the way my heart stirred upon seeing her.

Oleg and Iryna welcomed my parents and then me, kind expressions accompanying genuine greetings. In the corner of my eye, I saw Pietro shaking Y/B/N's hand before Wanda took his place, accepting a kiss on the cheek from Y/B/N. It wasn't jealousy that I felt whenever they were together, at least not entirely – they were to be married, what more could I expect? – but it wasn't anything pleasant either.

"Ah, my favourite Y/L/N," Pietro beamed upon shaking my hand, making my lips twitch upwards. "You excited for dinner? We're having salmon."

"Ecstatic, Pietro," I answered with a playful eye roll. "All I've been thinking all day."

He chuckled at my sarcasm before letting go of my hand and moving over to greet my parents. Wanda was next, her shoulders relaxing when she stepped before me with a soft smile present on her lips.

"It's good to see you," she said, but her eyes said much more than that. "How have you been?"

Exchanging a friendly-looking hug, my body was warm where she pressed against me. Touching her always sent a rush of emotion through me and I looked forward to it every time.

"I've been good," I answered aloud, before whispering into her ear, "Better now."

She squeezed my waist inconspicuously in response before letting go. "That's good. You know, we've got time before dinner and I wanted to show you the painting I've been working on lately. Wanna see?"

I glanced at my parents and hers for permission, knowing they'd heard her question.

"Just try not to take too long since dinner will be on the table soon," Iryna said with a nod. "It's so good to see you girls getting along."

Breathing out slightly, I smiled gratefully before letting Wanda intertwine our fingers and drag me up the staircase. She led me past several doors before we finally reached hers and she tugged me inside.

As soon as the door closed, she was quick to connect our lips in a heated, desperate kiss. I relaxed against her instantly, my hands falling to her side and pulling her closer. Her fingernails gently scratched the sensitive skin behind my neck, giving me goosebumps, and I let out an involuntary gasp at the feeling.

When we pulled away for a breath, her nose brushed against mine and she pressed a final kiss to my lips, slower and more tasteful compared to the first, before smiling at me.

"I missed you," she said, as if reading my mind.

A breathy laugh escaped my lips. "It's only been a week since we last saw each other, love."

She shrugged, arms laced around my neck. "A week too long."

Raising a brow judgementally, I gave her a knowing look. She wasn't embarrassed in the slightest as her half-lidded eyes met mine with a confident smirk.

"Did you just pull me up here to have a quick snog?" I teased her.

"Well, yes," she said, making me laugh again, before adding, "And I wanted to ask you if you'll go to the park with me tomorrow. A picnic. If you want."

She bit her lip anxiously, eyes darting elsewhere as she waited for an answer. I always found it amusing how she could be so confident one second and then so innocently adorable the next.

"Wanda, I'd love to." My thumb rubbed circles on her waist as I kept ahold of her. "I hear it's supposed to be nice weather tomorrow, too."

She pursed her lips. "Even if it rained, I'd still drag you to the park with me."

"Somehow, I feel like that's true," I countered with a ghost of a smile on my lips. She tried to hide her own smile and I continued, "Was there an actual painting you wanted to show me or...?"

Breathing out with amusement, she intertwined our fingers and pulled me to the back of her room where her 'studio' was. Since the last time I'd visited, there were plenty of new additions to her work, all as wonderful as the next.

"This one is from the beach at Blackpool," she said, stopping before a medium-sized canvas depicting the horizon. "When we sat on the bench. Just before I kissed you."

My heart fluttered at the memory and I studied the canvas, recalling it looked similar to her watercolour painting of the same view. She'd done a spectacular replica in oil paints, reminiscent of the trip we took.

"You should already know what I'm going to say," I said, looking to her knowingly. "But just so you can hear it again, I absolutely love this. You're so talented."

She rolled her eyes to distract from the pink spreading across her cheeks. "Thank you... and again, thank you for taking me. Seeing an actual water source upfront really helped me refine my paintings. It feels so much more real now."

I looked back to the painting, noticing what she meant. Either way, I loved both versions of her work, before and after going to the beach.

"You did good, love."

She squeezed my hand gently before sighing quietly with realisation. "We should probably go back down."

"We should," I agreed, glancing at her. "Thanks for showing me these."

She cracked a smile, teeth nibbling on her bottom lip. "Always."

Reluctantly, the two of us returned downstairs and joined the others as they were settling at the dining table. Wanda and I sat side by side, and this time when her fingers brushed mine, I made no move to pull away.

The meal was good, but as usual, I found myself zoning out. The conversation made its rounds, falling to me as the Maximoffs wanted to know how I was doing, then moved on, giving me chance to focus on eating my dinner and getting through the evening. I knew that at one point, everybody was talking about some play that was showing in the theatres.

Bits of the conversation were going in one ear and out the other and I was minding my own business until Wanda's bare foot rubbed against my leg under the table. The sensation of her skin against mine made my knee bounce up and hit the table with surprise, earning everyone's attention.

"Are you okay, dear?" Oleg asked, noticing my discomfort.

I cleared my throat, straightening up and ignoring the stifled smile Wanda had in my peripheral vision.

"I'm good, sorry about that," I apologised awkwardly, shivering when she dragged her foot back down my leg. "You were talking about the play, right?"

That seemed to distract them, as they leapt right back into conversation, giving me a chance to breathe out with relief. I looked to Wanda, watching her lean on her palm and hide a smirk as she stared at me with mischievous eyes.

Glaring and nudging her in the arm subtly, I looked back to my food, but she didn't move her foot, nor her hand. Both brushed my against me, starting a fire on my skin and making me swallow hard. She kept like that for the whole evening, making my head dizzy and leaving me at a loss for words.

And when I looked her way, she was already staring, definitely knowing the effect she had on me.

—

"I just need to find my shoes and we can go," I told Wanda the next morning, before our date at the park.

She'd come to pick me up at my house and was hanging around my room as I finished getting ready. From her place at my desk, she hummed in acknowledgment before distracting herself with my notebooks.

"I see you're making great use of the notebook I picked out for you," she commented, and I glanced towards her mid-search for my shoes, seeing she was flicking through the already-filled book.

"I have a lot of ideas, what can I say?" I joked, before looking under the pile of clothes near my wardrobe.

She chuckled, before falling quiet again. I wasn't really paying attention to what she was doing until she spoke up after a few minutes.

"Y/N, your writing is beautiful," she said, making me look her way to see an amazed smile on her lips. "I didn't know you could write like this. I mean– I should have because you helped write that letter Y/B/N gave to me, but this..."

I shrugged awkwardly, distracting myself with my search again. "It's okay, I guess."

She exhaled mockingly. "Okay? Y/N, this is miles better than okay. Why didn't you show me this sooner?"

I smiled satisfactorily as I finally located my shoes. Grabbing them, I approached Wanda and took a seat on the edge of my bed, opposite her seat at my desk.

"Because it'll never be anything more than what you're looking at?" I said rhetorically. "It'll only ever be words confined to pages that nobody will see?"

She gave me a knowing look. "I think you forget that my brother is a publisher, dorogoy (dear)."

"And I think you forget that he is the publisher to my brother, dear," I retorted playfully.

She sighed, shaking her head and putting the notebook back on my desk. "You know Pietro would love this, right? He'd sign you in a heartbeat."

I snickered at the ludicrous thought. "Wanda, you're a little biased, love."

She rolled her eyes. "Writers write for audiences. I am an audience. I consume literature. And I'm telling you that it's not just me who would read what you have to write."

I tried not to laugh as I pulled my shoes onto my feet.

"Are you really telling me that you'd never want to get published?" she asked with a raised brow.

My heart ached at the thought of such a fantasy. "Of course I would, Wanda." I met her eyes, which were already peering across from me patiently. "I've dreamed of that. But it's just not what's to happen. My family have told me that many times. In another lifetime, maybe."

She pursed her lips, studying me thoughtfully. I offered her a smile and stood up, holding out my hand.

"Forget that," I told her. "I believe you promised me a picnic."

Thankfully, she dropped the subject and accepted my hand, letting me pull her up. The topic wasn't brought up again and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

We went to the park like she wanted and she brought a picnic basket with her, having packed a lovely variety of finger foods and snacks.

As she was unpacking the food onto the blanket, I narrowed my eyes at her. "You know, now that we're finally alone, I can say how unfair it was of you to do what you did last night."

She played dumb, shrugging, focusing on neatening up the sandwiches on a plate. "I don't know what you mean, milaya (darling)."

"Huh. Sure you don't."

Giggles flew from her lips as she glanced at me through her eyelashes. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I just love seeing you squirm. You get all tense and it's so cute."

I pursed my lips. "I figured. You've been watching me squirm since we met."

She grinned knowingly before straightening up. "Okay, I made sandwiches and there's also some coleslaw, fruit, cheese... I made some Sokovian dishes, too, if you want to try them. Okroshka – it's like a cold soup. Then there's this olivye salad. It's... well, salad."

I smiled at the thought she put into it all and grabbed her hand between us. We'd set the picnic out behind a tree so we wouldn't have curious eyes watching us. It didn't look like we were overtly hiding, but we still got our privacy, too.

"It all looks great, Wanda," I said with appreciation. "I can't wait to try it."

She squeezed my hand in response before letting go to grab some paper plates. After popping a strawberry in her mouth, she asked, "Do you just want a bit of everything?"

I leaned on the back of my hands as I hummed a 'yes'. She began to put me some food in and I watched her, admiring the sight.

Her hair was half-pulled back today, falling in waves down her back and exposing her perfectly sculpted jawline. Everything about her was perfect – the way she moved was elegant and graceful, even when her hair fell over her shoulder and in her way; she simply moved it back with a flick of her hand and resumed what she was doing. The sun caught her immaculately, her hair glowing bright under the light and her eyes magnificently green as they focused.

As always, she took my breath away.

"Here," she said, holding out the plate towards me and pulling me from my reverie.

I accepted the plate and fork, returning her smile, before she watching as she began to make another plate for herself.

"You sure this is fancy enough for you?" I asked jokingly, stabbing my fork into a carrot. "I heard you and my brother went to a very luxurious restaurant the other night."

She met my eyes, holding amusement in her own. "Jealousy doesn't look good on you, milaya (darling)."

I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes. "I'm not jealous, I just– it's so annoying listening to him talk about how beautiful you are or how funny you are or how kind you are."

"Oh, so you don't think I'm any of those things?" she teased, trying to get a rise out of me.

I titled my head towards her. "Of course I know you're all those things. But it doesn't mean I like hearing him talk about it constantly..."

Clearly amused, she erupted into laughter and I felt my face heating up with embarrassment. I know it sounded like I was whining, but it was true. Sometimes, I wasn't envious of my brother but rather at the fact that he could actually take Wanda out properly. He could be seen with her in public and hold her hand without fear of getting looks or disowned. He had the privilege of being with her and it wasn't fair.

"You may hear him talk about it, but there's one thing I can assure you that you get that he doesn't," she said when recovering from her laughter.

I stared at her with an exasperated sigh. "And what's that?"

She smiled confidently, glancing around quickly, before leaning forward and kissing me softly. As quickly as it came, it disappeared, leaving me desiring more.

Licking my lips, I couldn't tear my eyes from hers. "You know, you're a really good kisser."

She chuckled at my reaction and I found myself leaning in again, entranced by the way she tasted. Putting my plate to the side, I raised a hand to pull her closer, getting better access to her mouth.

She tasted sweet like the strawberry she'd just eaten and I swiped my tongue across her lip, indicating I wanted her to part her them. She did, allowing me to slip my tongue in and wrestle with hers, revelling in the way she tasted. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest as she let out a moan, it reverberating in my mouth and giving me goosebumps.

When lack of oxygen became an issue, she pulled away breathlessly, flushed cheeks adorned with a smile.

"As lovely as that was, I actually want to eat what I made," she ridiculed playfully.

"Yes, we will," I assured her, my hand moving from her neck up to her jaw. My thumb touched her lips, outlining them tenderly, subconsciously committing them to memory. "We'll get back to it."

She wanted to laugh, but I moved forward and caught her bottom lip between mine, unable to stay away. It was wrong, the rush I felt in my gut and the warmth that spread all over my body and the tingles that travelled down my spine. Because I knew what it all meant, but admitting it was a different story. So, I didn't.

I just continued to kiss the girl before me, knowing I could have kissed her forever and not regretted a single thing.

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Blood Ties - Chapter Nine: The Shibuya Incident III

soulmate au Choso x Reader

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, canon typical violence. swearing. its pretty tame.

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9:27pm

Between Meiji-Jingumae and Shibuya

Up ahead the street glints oddly in the dim light. It's much like how heat reflects off asphalt when it's hot out. Like some sort of mirage. Blink and you’ll miss it. Your legs burn. You can't seem to suck in enough air.

There's a rather unpleasant glop! noise as you fall through the barrier, landing flat on your hands and knees. Your palms come away dirty and scratched. It stings, but it's something you’re able to walk off, albeit limping. You've dealt with worse.

Yuji helps you to your feet.

On the previously empty street are people. Lots of them. Mutated humans too. Before your very eyes, seemingly normal humans turned warped, their very souls being manipulated.

You could have sworn you were alone just a moment ago.

“Good news!” Mechamaru says, startling you half to death. “They’re unable to move Gojo from B5F!”

“Why?” Yuji asks.

“Because he’s Satoru Gojo,” you say, trying your best to hide how out of breath you are.

“Got it!” Yuji says.

“We’ll surround them!” Mechamaru says. “Have the sorcerers move in on Shibuya stations from all adjacent subway stations. Once the curtain barring sorcerers is down, we’ll attack.”

“Okay but how?” You ask. “I can't get in contact with Ijichi.”

“You can yell pretty loud, can't you, Newbie?” Yuji asks.

“Newbie?” you ask, a little offended, “I’m older than you!”

“Can you, or can you not?”

“I guess,” you say.

…

"To avenge my brothers, I’m off to kill Yuji Itadori, Nobara Kugisaki, and the swordsman.” Choso says. “Then I’ll head to Jujutsu High to retrieve the rest of my brothers.”

"No clue who the other two are, but Itadori is off limits," Jogo says, "we're gonna turn him into Sukuna."

"I don't care," Choso says, waving him off.

Jogo's eye twitches.

"Jogo, calm down," says Mahito, much like he's scolding a young child, "to be honest, I want to kill Itadori too. So let's do it. Let's kill him. It'll be fine even if Sukuna isn't around. We'll win. With Gojo sealed, I'd say curses and humans are pretty evenly matched, if Sukuna is revived, I'd say we'd be pretty favorites to win, right?"

"I'd say so," Geto says.

As long as curses emerge as the true humans.

"You can't be serious!" Jogo says. "He's not necessarily our ally. If he's revived, he might hurt us as well. But… if that were to happen, the era of curses would surely come now. Were different from the humans of this time,

"We do not fear death and walk the path to sincerely achieve our goal. That's the curses' ethos the fake humans don't have!"

"Nah, that's not true," Mahito says, "even if we lose our way, we undoubtedly live according to our desires. That's what we curses are."

"Oh- I meant not true in regards to our way as curses."

"Let's make a game out of it," says Mahito, standing suddenly, opening his arms, "if I encounter Itadori first, we can kill him. If you find him, you can feed him Sukuna's fingers."

"And if I find him first, I kill him." Choso says. “Okay?”

Mahito's eyes take on a malicious glint to them. "So you want to play too, huh Choso?"

"I'll join Choso," James says, "it's dangerous enough to split up, let alone go by yourself. And I'll have to admit, I've been rather curious about this newcomer."

Choso simply gives an indifferent huff. He has no preference either way.

Choso will ditch him given the first chance to. He only gets in his way after all.

Maybe he can get to you before Choso does. It's a big maybe. But your life may rely upon it. Though, if you've made it this far, and have survived through all of it, you can't be as weak as he thinks you are. He should give you more credit than he has in the past. He's not sure what he'll do when he finds you. You might just keep true to your word and kill him. He finds it unlikely.

His ability doesn't have much use to Geto now that Gojo has been captured. In a fight, he’s hardly stronger than Choso. He’s not invested in letting the curses win. If it happens, it happens, his only concern is getting paid.

And now, it's getting out alive.

His time is running out.

From his pocket he pulls his pack of smokes. Empty. Irritated, he crumples it, tossing it aside.

The prison realm shudders, as if it doesn't like what it just ate. He can't blame it. Gojo seems like he’d be hard to digest.

Strongest or not, Gojo is still human. He is still open to human error. He still has emotions, no matter how much he tries to shut them off. He still has to eat and sleep. He still ages. Death doesn't care if you’re strong, or how much money you have. And when faced with his soulmate, his mind is subject to error.

It feels cheesy to say it, but love is the worst curse of them all. It has not one single form. It's greedy, and all-consuming. Or it's selfless, and sacrificial. It's not something anyone can escape. What makes this curse so awful, is how inherently human it is.

"What about you, Geto?" James asks.

He's certain his thoughts play more in line with Jogo's. But that extra soul dinging around in his head might choose otherwise. Before, the presence wasn't strong. It was a steady constant, never faltering, or growing weaker. The two souls co-existed; Suguru Geto, and parasite.

He’s uncertain of this extra passenger. The soul is old. That's about all he can tell. It's using its host to camouflage itself.

"I'm afraid I'll have to pass." Geto says. "Someone should stay here to guard the prison realm."

"But the sorcerers-"

"Are headed this way, I'm aware," he says, "do as you wish. Sukuna is nothing but a contingency plan if the prison realm doesn't work out."

"Ready?" Mahito asks. "Set, GO!"

…

The view down makes your head spin. You feel nauseous. Your hands wrap around the railing to steady yourself. The last thing you want to do is fall.

You can't really help but think about what they were expecting. And you can't help but feel helpless and angry and you hate Gojo for being an insufferable bastard but you also feel bad for him. That's an emotion you’ll process another day. You're not sure you have enough energy to dwell so far in the past.

Gojo can handle himself.

You’re not sure it's a good idea to shout about his capture for the entire world to hear. But word has to get to the others. For as many right people as this reaches, it’ll find twice as many wrong.

You shudder as you lean away from the edge. Now that you're up here, you're not really sure how to get down.

"Nanamin dude!" Yuji cups his hands around his mouth to help amplify his voice. "Na-na-miiiiiiiinnnnn!!"

You grab Yuji's sleeve and tug hard. "They're behind us!"

"Oh!" He spins around on his heels.

Nanami is a bit relieved to see you, though the blood on your uniform makes him worry. Fushiguro and Takuma aren't far behind him. All three look to be uninjured.

"Geto did what?" He asks.

"Technically someone acting as Geto," Mechamaru says, "Shibuya Station has fallen into chaos. From the special grades and the cursed spirits they brought along, to the curse users supporting Geto. Not to mention the transfigured humans."

"Then attacking from nearby stations makes sense." Nanami says. "But in order for that to work, the curtain has to be lifted."

"This is an emergency," Mechamaru chimes in, "we'll have to multitask."

"There's several things only a grade one sorcerer like me can handle," Nanami says, "I'll head outside and take care of it with Ijichi. In the meantime, I'd like you four to do something about the curtain,

"Ino, Newcomer; Kusakabe and Supreme Grade One sorcerer Zen'in should be inside the curtain as well." He says, adjusting his glasses. "If you meet up with them, please explain the situation and ask for their help,

"I'm leaving these two in your care," Nanami says, addressing you and Ino.

"Understood," you say, "we won't let you down."

"I know you won't." He says.

“You three!” Ino says, jabbing a finger in your direction, “before we start this mission, it's important you understand it's significance. Starting with the two issues that will arise with the disappearance of Gojo,

“Number one: the Gojo family will fall from power. He’s a one-man show. There's no one to replace him,

“Number two: the balance of power will collapse. There are those who have stayed in the shadows because of his existence. Curse users and curses alike will make their move,

“While we sorcerers are squabbling with the first issue, what would happen if we got into a small-scale war with those two groups? We'd lose! Nanami and I both think that’s what’ll happen,

“And if we lose?”

“The age of humans would be over.” Yuji says. “At least in Japan.”

“You're talking like we've already lost,” you say, “we'll be fine. We'll take down that curtain, and we'll get back to Nanami!"

Sometimes change comes quick or it never comes at all, and you'd still be standing in the same place for decades without knowing why.

There’s a gleam to Takuma’s eyes you haven't seen before.

“Let's get to it, then,” he says.

…

Cursed energy pours down your arm, into your blade. You spread your feet apart, widening your stance, keeping your center of gravity low. You put more power behind the hit, much more than you would risk with an actual attack. It doesn't take a whole lot of power to cut through a curse. If you swing too hard and lose control, you could risk hurting yourself or others.

Grimsever simply dinks off of the barrier. You bring it back for another swing, only for it to have the same effect. You'll break your blade before you take down this curtain.

Forget the damn sword! You press your left hand to the barrier, sending a wave of cursed energy down your arm, into your palm. If Rend is just sending cursed energy into your weapon, then you should be able to do the same with only your hand.

You're not actually sure it'll work. Don't try to question it too much.

From the very second you try it, something feels off. You're able to do it, but that's the least of your worries. Without anything to go into, it lingers in your fingertips, only building in strength. It's like trying to contain a nuke with a milk crate. Unstoppable force meets immovable object. Once you have all that energy in your fist, you have no clue what to do with it. And you’re not going to be able to hold it for long.

You're unable to control the direction you send it in. Luckily your target is a big one. The air in front of your fingertips superheats. A visible bolt of energy shoots out at the curtain, before taking a sudden curve left and shooting into the side of a building. The crater It leaves is at least a foot wide, and several deep.

And it rolls right off the barrier.

You feel exhausted and drained yet jittery and hyper. Mostly you’re angry. It should have worked! A hit like that would be fatal to anything less than a grade two! It’ll also be fatal to you if you keep this up. However strong it is, it's useless unless you can find a way to control it. Using it now would only serve to harm you. While your sense of self preservation is weak, you’re no use to anyone if you’re dead.

"I'm throwing everything I can at this thing! It's not budging!" You say, visibly irritated. "That really hurt!”

“Your cursed ability is ranged?” Takuma asks.

“Perhaps,” you say, “I did not know it could do that,”

You try it again, only for Takuma to say: “Stop! You’re going to take someone’s eye out!”

You could almost swear he’s sweating. Worry makes itself visible in the crease between his eyebrows. He’s trying to conceal it, and failing.

“I'm not having any luck either,” Yuji says.

“It's an incredibly sturdy curtain,” Megumi says—Fushiguro—though you haven't interacted with him a whole lot, you remember him from that night under the bridge, “we have to find a weak spot, and try to make a hole.”

“There’s no point if we can't even get inside,” Takuma says, “because the curtain is preventing sorcerers from entering. It's a barrier. Barriers are for providing protection and cover, right? In theory, the one who cast the curtain should be inside.” He clamps his hand over his mouth, his eyes widening, as if he understands something you don't. “By staying outside the curtain, the caster increases the risk of being seen or attacked, but, in return, the curtain’s strength increases. Kind of like the egg of Columbus,

“Wait, but that completely ignores the basics of barrier technique! We’re dealing with some real crazies! Which would explain why neither you or Yuji could damage it.”

“If that's true,” Megumi says, “then the curtain’s source of origin should be somewhere obvious.”

“The payoff for the increased risk of being seen, is a much more powerful curtain. Somewhere… obvious."

…

10:01pm

Shibuya Tower

Have you mentioned you hate heights yet? Because if you haven't, now is a good time.

You don't let go of Megumi's shikigami so much as you fall. Your feet hit the ground hard and you roll. A shock of pain is sent up your legs, starting from your ankles. Nothing is broken, but it stings bad. You're back on your feet in an instant, sword in hand. There's three men—you take that back—two, and an elderly woman. One has a moustache, kind of like one a cartoon villain would have. The other man is rather unremarkable. None look to be particularly tough, but you guess you'll find out.

The next few seconds happen like a shot out of a bad movie.

Yuji, still on the shikigami, loops the wire around moustache guy, and disappears off the side of the tower. Somewhere a few stories below you hear glass breaking.

The post crunches underfoot as you break it.

"I should have things covered here, swordsman.” Takuma says, tugging his hat—mask—down over his face. “Be prepared to head down there and back them up at any moment."

You nod. "Got it."

The man completely ignores you, heading straight for Ino, leaving you with the hag. You'll worry about him later. Takuma can handle himself. The hag doesn't look too tough. You reckon you could take her out. Two against two. An even match. Hopefully.

You toss Grimsever over your shoulder. It clangs to the ground a few feet behind you, kicking up dust. You gather your cursed energy, pouring it into your closed fists. It'll take a few seconds to power up. This time you have a target.

Takuma has only a moment to gawk. You're not just using your own source, you're leaching from the very air around you.

The air in front of you superheats, a bolt of energy, akin to a blade, shoots out, heading straight for the hag; like a normal swing with your sword, but without a physical blade. A cleave attack without the cleaver.

The man sweeps the hag off her feet, turning at the last second to shield her body with his. The hit should have been enough to kill any grown man. He barely even stumbles. It's practically a miracle it didn't kill him. It's even more a miracle it didn't kill you.

He's doing everything he can to protect the hag.

It doesn't take you long to figure out something else is going on. Something is very wrong. You want to flee, but you’re not about to leave Takuma on his own.

She claps her hands together, muttering something. A name. "Toji Zen'in."

The man's face quite literally melts away. Think that one scene from Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. But instead of revealing muscle and bones, it reveals something else.

Another face.

He kinda looks like Megumi, you note. Though something tells you not to mention it. The man must be in his mid forties, and is built like a brick shithouse. His hair is a bit longer than Fushiguro’s, and he's got a scar through his lip, but the resemblance is there. And it's uncanny.

"Go!" It takes you a moment to realize Ino is yelling at you. "Now!"

He turns, like he wants to say something else. You never get to hear what Takuma has to say. Megumi's shikigami has you by the shirt collar, dragging you up and over the side of the building.

There's a solid three seconds where you're certain you're going to die.

You slip from its talons, plummeting straight to the ground. You're not sure how far you fall before it catches you. By the time the wind has slowed enough to allow you to see, you can make out three figures. Megumi, Yuji, and moustache guy.

"DUCK!"

The next time you open your eyes, you’re lying face down in the dirt. Asphalt, to be exact. Your head hurts. Bad. You’re not certain what broke your fall, but it feels like it was your face. The pavement beneath you has cracked from the force of the hit. You don't question how you’re still alive; you only take a moment to thank whatever higher power that's out there that you aren't a red smudge on the pavement right now.

Yuji is calling out your name. You’re on your feet in an instant, sword in hand, shouting: “I’m alright!”

You’re not sure how moustache guy survived the fall off Shibuya tower, but now isn't the time to ask. He makes a noise much like he’s snoring. His eyes are half lidded, his head lolling to the side. It's hard to tell if he’s just knocked out, or in a coma.

Looks like you missed all the fun.

You make it about two steps before you fall to your knees and vomit. There's not much left in your stomach. Between the fall, and exerting yourself with that hit, you’re spent. Once the retches stop wracking your body, you're left coughing up bile that burns your throat and sinuses, and gasping for air. Megumi kneels by your side, smoothing a hand across your back. His touch would be comforting if the circumstances were any different.

"INO!" Someone shouts. Probably Itadori. You're too busy trying not to puke.

His limp body lands in Yuji's arms with an audible thud. It doesn't look like he’s breathing.

"How is he?" You ask, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Can't say he's okay," Yuji says, "but he's not dead. How about you?"

“I feel awful, but I’ll live.”

"The curtains down. Those guys up there might have already fled. We have to get him out of here." Megumi says

"I'll leave Ino to you two," Yuji says, "I'm heading to the station."

Fushiguro's brows knit in frustration. Splitting up, especially in Shibuya, isn't a smart idea, but it's the best move you can take right now.

"I'm going with you," you tell Yuji. You're not asking.

He's not going to do anything to stop you, but he is surprised.

"Why?" He asks.

"Because my brother is here," you say, "in Shibuya. And going with you might be my best chance at finding him."

#choso kamo x reader #choso x reader #jjk x reader #choso #blood ties #cw blood #cw injury #cw violence #its canon typical violence but im tagging it just in case

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lilyclawthorne · 3 years

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Keeping Up A-fear-ance's Thoughts

I finished writing this shortly after 3 am after watching the new episode like three times because I simply had too much energy about it and I have so many thoughts because I simply live for clawthornes and also I tried to break it up with more photos this time sorry not sorry if it's a lot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

YOUNG EDA!! let me just say I am quite a fan of opening with a flashback like we've done here and the last episode

"we have never seen a curse like this before" Lilith you had shit luck picking out curses huh

"cut it out if we have to" goddamn Gwen let'a calm the fuck down a bit.

anyways we've only really seen young Eda as a wild and confident and happy little child so I appreciate seeing this side of her with the anxiety and fear she's feeling here. I love seeing what the curse stuff was like for her as a kid

Gwen: I raised a perfectly fine kid

Me: no you didn't look at her she's got anxiety

I'm guessing this is their backyard or just some woods behind their house?? wonder if the portal was placed there by another elder family member.

lmao I can't even begin to imagine what small Eda experiencing the human realm was like for the first time

Gwens giving me "I can't accept that my child is disabled/chronically ill/etc." here. y’know the kinda parent that'll put their kid through hell over something they probably will find a way to learn to live with (which Eda did do)

ok that's it I humbly request to know the story behind the fang now (also the noise she made when she put it in was freaking cute)

new dress! new boots! new dress! new boots!

..yikes that fridge is empty

"calm down the curse acts stronger when you're stressed" Eda do you know who you're talking to here

confirmation losing limbs is in fact a side effect of the curse!! (y'know since Eda originally said it just happens when you get older)

please I love these sisters they're so sweet and make me wanna go 🥺

"suddenly curious about my past" "always. always curious" Luz says exactly what we all think

witchlet?? sweet flea?? she's got pet names for them 🥺 (although idk how much I'd like to be referred to as any kind of flea sorry Lilith)

ok Gwen is very much not close to what I expected and I'm kinda grateful for that

she's more like super caring but still managed to royally fuck up which was my original head canon for clawthorne parents so uh that's cool. but literally, look at their body language, Eda's pissed, Lilith's sad and making herself small. she's clearly messed up with her parenting on both of them along the way.

"who knows what they put in those nasty concoctions?" mama clawthorne would be a fucking anti-vaxxer wouldn't she

ok I side with Eda here more than Luz and Lilith. just because Luz misses her mother, or Lilith hasn’t seen their mom in so long doesn’t mean Eda has to feel all grateful for the presence of Gwen, especially if the woman has caused her a lot of trouble over the years

I feel like the fact that its actually both Lilith and Gwendolyn have spent their whole lives dedicated to trying to find a cure could probably have held some kind of weight on Eda at some point. Even though she shouldn't feel guilty or responsible for that, I still feel like it's gotta suck knowing these people have spent so much time on something you know is likely never gonna happen, all for you.

Lilith 😞 her mother really just didn't pay attention to her all these years

hey if this guy does some next level healing magic then why isn't he more well-known, huh? why’d it take so long to come across him?? Gwen do you know what the fuck you're doing cause I think you don't

Lilith just because you're depressed about your mom doesn't mean you have to bring king down too 😠

SUPER irrelevant but is anyone else just bothered by the way Lilith is holding her spoon?? that doesn't seem like a comfortable way to hold a spoon. also is she left handed??

"knife season came early" EDA WHAT DOES THAT MEAN. is this a boiling isles things or is this a it’s common for people to throw knives at you thing

also I want to be surprised Eda fell for the apple blood signs but I am not 😔

Luz please trust you're gut on this one and not mama clawthorne

ok now I need to know why the fridge was empty but they had 18 cartons of ice cream this is why you guys don't have food you're wasting it all on ice cream.

wow never thought I'd see the day hooty became the voice of reason

also, night market ice cream?? are they implying this ice cream is like, edibles of some sort?? Lilith does seem kinda high here ngl. idk man but at least she wants to stand up for herself so good for her.

PLEASE kings just offering her ice cream while she transforms

"first in a series" Gwen honey oh no. you've been duped. I think we can see where Lilith got her naïveté from huh.

Also, nice snatch Luz 😊

anyways love how this show is basically making fun of moms who refuse to give their kids proper medical treatment or listen to medical professionals here

EXCUSE ME why do we know Gwen's palisman's name before we know Lilith's?????

"I am a mother who'll do anything for her daughter" you're mom who's suffocating obsession with one daughter has left the other neglected and is currently causing her to turn into a full on beast ya dummy

Eda DOES have a right to be upset. it sucks that her own valid emotions that she should get to feel will cause her while body to betray her.

PLEASE I’M SO GLAD LILITH’S BEAST DESIGN LOOKS LIKE HER AND IS NOT THE THING FROM THE TRAILER THAT IS ACTUALLY IN EDA"S HEAD WHEN SHE’S TRANSFORMED

but also why is she SO massive?? also anyone concerned that this is her first transformation and the light glyph trick wouldn't even work??

Gwen look at what you've done, you've fostered feelings of inferiority in one daughter causing her to feel the need for sibling rivalry that the pure instincts of the raven beast cannot suppress no matter how much their sisterly relationship had improved.

HOW COULD YOUR OTHER DAUGHTER ALSO BEING CURSED BE A PART OF THE PROCESS GWEN??

"after Eda was cursed, I joined the beast keeping coven" woah woah WOAH. you're telling me you only joined because of trying to help Eda. that covens existed, before Eda got cursed, and you very much weren't a part of one. combine that with "some words for belos" she has and do I smell wild witch theory still plausible???

anyways at least mama clawthorne is getting some sense into her head here

Morton c'mon help a girl out, that's some dang good art too what the heck dude

ok fine mama clawthorne to the rescue

no pls not raven beast Lilith crying im crying now

Gwen: I raised a fine and self-sufficient child

Me: no you didn't look at her. she's got, SO MUCH.

GODDAMN THATS SOME POWER. ngl this only adds fuel to the fire in my head that there was some kinda reasoning these sisters were torn apart, that someone felt they'd be too powerful together (and they were probably right)

"I heard you but I couldn't stop myself, I couldn't do anything" may be just because she's not used to the curse but again part of me is concerned that because she couldn't pull herself out of it even a little bit like Eda did that there's something wrong there. but she also could've been stressed beyond reasonably calming herself down too.

ok but this is sweet

NOOO im so sad Lilith's leaving :( I literally cried ok

"you lived here?" fine OKAY king that was hilarious even if im sad about this

"reconnect with dad" excuse me where the fuck has this man been in the middle of all of this. curse shit is going DOWN and he's just chilling at home.

I am curious about people's thoughts regarding the whole Lilith regression thing and the fact that she's literally going to be living with her parents again. I feel like it could help nurture that inner child she's been reverting back to and help her out a LOT. but I could also be concerned about it feeding into the regression and making it worse?? idk and this show probably ain't getting that actually deep into psych anyways

"some day my hair is gonna be big enough to do that too" Luz I cannot wait for the day. also mood, I wish I could do that too.

alright who's holding the fucking pen for hooty we need a volunteer RIGHT NOW so we can remain in contact with Lulu

NOT THE ONLY HUMAN? my bets on the real azura rip never mind she said he

Titan’s Blood?? interesting. If the blood of the titan is around I wonder what that means regarding the titans existence, and how long its been since the titan fell.

AHH BABY LUZ PHOTO

ALSO WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?? They're really gonna spring that on us like this??? Camila's gotta notice somethings wrong right??? Unless any differences she just chalks up to the camp?? oh god :(

well, anyways lumity shippers come get yo juice next weekend

anyways im gonna need to add a NOT canon compliant tag on that one Gwendolyn fic I wrote because it definitely do not comply anymore

#toh #the owl house #owl house #keeping up afearances #keeping up a-fear-ances

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom 14-20 thoughts!! I finished up s1 :D these last few eps were actually really really good!!!

-did. did tucker really just say esperanto was a dead language only spoken as a secret code between geeks. google says around 100,000 people actively speak it. oh my god...it being an auxiliary language doesn't mean its 'just for geeks to speak in code' ...it helps bridge gaps between people who don't have a language in common...

-danny really isn't pulling punches when it comes to fighting the ghost-cop possessed people huh. like he SLAMMED KWAN INTO THE CONCRETE SO HARD. HE THREW PAULINA INTO A BILLBOARD. will that...I mean it WOULD carry over to their bodies non-possessed, right? like if the ghost piloting their bodies gets hurt?? itd be so upsetting to be possessed, lose time, then wake up covered in bruises (and possibly, broken bones??) real horror movie stuff im sure wont be addressed in any way

-tuckers parents seem nice! I like them :)

-WULF IS CUTE AND I FEEL BAD. im so glad the gang realized he was only causing trouble bc of the shock collar walker put on him and helped. also, him wearing that big hoodie with the hood on, and thinking its subtle. we can tell youre still a giant wolfie :) THEN GETTING SUCKED INTO THE PORTAL AAAAH :( anxiously waiting to see Him Again....

-DANNY BLASTING HIS PARENTS THINKING THEY WERE OVERSHADOWED LMFAO GET THEIR ASSES. maddie marking how many ghosts she gets with lipstick tallies on the side of her portal gun? kindaaa iconic tho. (ALSO, SHE WAS LIKE, 2 FT AWAY FROM HIM RIGHT AFTER SHE TRIED TO SHOOT HIM. HOW DO YOU NOT RECONINZE YOUR OWN SON??? like sure, he might have diff hair/eye colors. but like, if one of my family members dyed their hair, and was wearing contacts, its not like id be like 'wHO IS THIS STRANGER!!!' ...he still has all his facial features!! same everything!!! I hate it here)

-paulina being #1 girl realizing danny's a friendly ghost immediately. smart queen. lancer and kwan ran away right after he made this sweet baby face at them:

which is hilarious.

-ok. im not saying his bullying is JUSTIFIED, but. dash looked so pleased with the (cute!) poster he just painted, and danny comes thru the wall and spills paint on his nice letterman jacket. his anger is justified maybe 65% of the time so far...(not the way he handles it, but STILL.) at least lancer is stepping in!! and them making a silly little bet was...cute?? until dash pulled out his GROSS UNDERWEAR AND SAID DANNY WOULD HAVE TO EAT THEM???? WHAT THE FUCK MAN. TUCKER WAS SO RIGHT ITS FUCKING WEIRD TO CARRY THOSE AROUND EWWW. THIS KID IS UNWELL. lancer was right, his animatronic setup was SUPER IMPRESSIVE?? hes actually pretty creative. danny meanwhile is stealing the fright knight's design...I hope dash is taking art classes or smth with his sports

-fright knight is the most bestest ghost so far i LOVE THAT DESIGN. I am biased towards knights, and characters with swords, but he fucks so severely. and should sue danny for copyright infringement for stealing his design for his haunted house. if some 14 yr old broke into MY house and stole MY sword, id also be pissed. his evil winged unicorn rules too with its FANGS. and he just CAN SHOVE THE PORTAL OPEN WITH HIS HANDS??? is he the strongest ghost weve seen so far? idk but hes my fav. SOUL SHREDDER IS SUCH A COOL SWORD NAME TOO. ANY NAMED SWORD ALSO FUCKS. 'flaming bedsheets of DEATH' funny king. ALSO he was polite to dash and tucker when just asking for directions and telling tucker 'oh maybe, just a suggestion, maybe be nicer to me and be more respectful :)' I LOOOVE HIM.

-I noticed this in the Ember ep, but jazz has an electric guitar in her room!! talent musical queen!! its cool to see hobbies just in the bg.

-fright knight's murder castle reminds me of the booby trapped murder castle in zexal!! another supposedly 'for kids' show with murder/trap castles! we love that. if you are a dp fan reading this, give yugioh zexal a try. its also got 13-14 year old protags and involves (alien) ghosts. the cardgame is just a vessel for the plot, which is really good. (I just want more people to watch my fav yugioh, man)

-danny. with a SWORD.

-danny doesnt NEED TO WIN this contest, dash didnt STEAL HIS DESIGNS AND STEAL A SWORD. he also got excited to hear lancer got sent to a dimension with his worst fears too just so he could win the contest? DANNY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! BRO MAYBE YOURE 14 AND HAVENT FULLY DEVOLPED YOUR WHOLE BRAIN YET, BUT...THATS FUCKED. this kid casually says the most deranged things, I do worry for my spooky son. once again, therapy needed. that judo toss was great tho. I wonder if he actually did pick up some martial arts stuff from his mom?

-danny can fly 112 mph!!! thats so fast! I love the lil montage of him and his friends testing his abilities and stuff, very cute and a good way to showcase what he can do by now and how much more proficient he's gotten from ep 1!!! I'm sure he's going to get more abilities :)

-im glad...maddie's at least TRYING this ep. I do feel for her because her husband is a man baby. but the fact it took 16 episodes to get a kinda semblance of any kind of real concern or attempts at bonding. hmm. jack's 'BACK OFF SHES A MINOR' @ the ghost trying to attack jazz. also was very funny. and him wanting to make an action figure of her? are the parents redeeming themselves to me? slightly. they gotta Work Harder

-THE GHOST. IS FLYING. THE PLANE.

-fenton machete. but she doesnt carry a PHONE??? ???

-I mean I expected vlad when you namedrop him earlier in the ep, and also the title card picture, and dalv corp being fucking vlad backwards. but seeing him just pull up on a golf cart made me bust out laughing. WITH the gift baskets prepared. why wouldnt you at least be suspicious. also, if he wants danny to be his lil sonboy, why is he so fucking malicious?? dude you are going about this in such a bad way. stop it. get some help.

-maddie not even hesitating to drag danny out. fucking good. danny is so right, go on the internet to date. get a cat. how do you spend...how many years?? has it been since college?? at least 20, right, since the parents/vlad are in their 40s? hung up on ONE girl. my god, man. incel drama queen. her kung fu IS impressive, but dude. 'we both know hes a creep' SO right. it sucks but they do need a phone and shit being in the middle of NOWHERE. also, just stealing his helicopter was great. <3

-'you must be exhausted carrying the weight of that mistake you made years ago' 'well we all make mistakes. maybe I'll make one now!' WHY DID THIS EXHCHANGE SEND ME. AND VLAD WITH THE BREATH SPRAY EWWW BITCH. 'OLD BAIT BREATH' SOO RIGHT. both danny and his mom playing him HAHAH hes so dumb. or rather, I think he thinks with his emotions too too much and is...actually pretty gullible? lmao he believed danny was ready to give in SO fast. (which is sad hes that hopeful, like you have SO MUCH MONEY YOU COULD EASILY GET ANOTHER GIRL WHO HAS A KID. AND WOULD WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND BE SUPPORTED. GET OVER THIS (1) WOMAN ALREADY IM GETTING SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT AAAAH)

-GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR. it was also in the title card, but I still got very excited. we love bears here

-SAM'S BAT SWIMSUIT COVERUP!!! her outfits are simply iconic.

-'i'd tell you to go to the mens room, but I don't think you qualify' top paulina transphobic moments. :( and him wearing a tanktop to the swim park? hmmm! (actually I think she was overshadowed by then, so, KITTY top 10 transphobic moments??)

-kitty just piloting paulina around makes me feel SO bad tho, paulina's gonna wake up and be like 'wtf do you mean I was dating this rando' like youre leading danny on to make johnny jealous, and also just POSSESSING POOR PAULINA. dude take your relationship problems ELSEWHERE. last time we saw them, they seemed like such a cute couple!! wtf johnny!! I mean, she sucks for trying to make him jealous, he sucks for looking at other girls...maybe they need a break, but Not Like This. or, you know, just. better communication...

-and the A-listers having a full packet and a stamp system. who organizes this. kwan fucking owning being the new danny though, this is hysterical. THE TUCKER/KWAN FLOWER FIELD TWIRL. UNIRONICALLY ADORABLE. and him giving it his all for the poetry slam. bless his HEARTTTT.

-Star owns. actually, all of the extra characters are shining this ep and I love it.

-INVISO-BILL??? NOOOO THEY DID HIM SOO DIRTY. DANNY SWEETIE IM SO SORRY.

-johnny and danny bein friends and staging a fake fight (which danny takes too seriously, once again this child has aggression he NEEDS TO WORK OUT) I hope these three stay friends, I said it before but danny needs more friendly ghosts to hang with.

-at this point, Danny's ghost enemies are a lot like, I dunno, batman's rouge gallery is the first thing that comes to mind. they all have their own gimmick and unique designs, but most of them are easy to beat after learning the Moral Lesson. I still get excited when any of them show up again, though. 18 is another valerie episode!!!! :D skulker really said you two will get along if I have to handcuff you together <3 and the gym teacher really said, youre married now, have a flour baby! ngl, I'm not really watching this show for the shipping stuff (which I am very scared to look at the fandom for after I finish this watch through- I feel like there's probably discourse/arguing about ships...) but. I'm gonna put my opinion out there. valerie/danny > sam/danny. maybe I just really love the enemies to lovers trope. And the secret identity stuff adds Extra Flavor.

-SKULKER JUST HAVING THE BOX GHOST AND DANGLING HIM BY A STRING. HILARIOUS. and him watching them with binoculars and making his silly little commentary. AND MAKING THE SACK BABY CRY. LMAO. THIS DUDE IS A BABY KIDNAPPER. skulker is super fun

-danny, you just...collapsed the water tower. and then attacked the nasty burger machine...mascot thingy...out of anger..I KEEP SAYING HE'S GOT ANGER ISSUES BUT. HE REALLY NEEDS A LESSON IN MANAGING COLLATERAL DAMAGE!!! So does valerie!! They're both pretty focused on each other. I mean it's good of Danny to say he's trying to make sure PEOPLE don't get hurt, but... (I mean I guess it's not something 14 year olds WOULD worry about, but as an adult im like, who's going to fix that? how much money will that take??)

-TUCKER MAKING BANK. and sam and tucker being super emotionally attached to their flour baby and being pretty good parents. that's cute...also him just straight kissing her and being like. WAIT. O_O JDSKAFHD. his mom baking them into cookies was the funniest possible result. tbh I dont feel like this is on tucker, if anything the other kid's shouldve been more responsible! He was just taking an opportunity to get that $$ which I respect

-Danny being more understanding of Valerie's situation in the end (helping her at her job, too, and trying to keep that a secret for her!!!) And seeing them work together this ep, and also her letting phantom get her out of the ghost zone...was very sweet. LOVE that. more valerie eps pls

-me when I realize vlad's big stupid house exploded because of his own carelessness with changing the ghost portal ectofiltrator or whatever: *pointing and laughing*

-me when I realize it means he's gonna go make danny's life hell for it somehow: >:(

-SCOOBY PARODY!!! I feel like there's gotta be some scooby doo/danny phantom crossover stuff, right? also, 'guys in white' men in black wishes

-'oh, that's right! dad married the love of your life! you're bitter and alone!' DANNNNNYY GET HIS ASS ONCE AGAIN WE ARE POINTING AND LAUGHING AT VLAD

-'jack, you captured the ghost boy!!' UMM. he did nothing <3 'we have a weapon's vault??' YOU HAVE A WEAPONS VAULT??? and jack didnt put a handle on the inside. of fucking course he didnt! why would you leave that to your son!! or expect him to clean YOUR LAB when its where you work with probably dangerous chemicals and weapons and hes 14!! give him normal chores, like, I dunno, vacuuming, laundry, dishes...CMON. I hate it here. But I'm glad Jack is more chill about danny while he's a ghost, and willing to work with him for this ep. AND. I DID ENJOY JACK PUNCHING VLAD IN THE FACE. AND GENERALLY JUST OWNING HIM. the ghost punchy fists are actually amazing. like yeah, just punch a ghost in the face. that rules.

-ep 20 opens with the coolest fucking ghost lady design. her tattoos can come off and fight. MA'AM. I like ur nose ring and your cape maam hello 👉👈😳

-sam's grandma is hilarious and the most valid member of her family and I love her. thats my grandma now. and tucker covering for sam by dressing as her. thats true friendship <3 also skipping school to go to a goth circus. just bestie things! sam's parents are haters but for all the wrong reasons.

-'my family has controlled ghosts with this for generations!' WAIT. WAIT FREAKSHOW /ISNT/ A GHOST? I didn't expect that...he's just a fucked up guy controlling ghosts? anyway watching danny shoot at police cars and rob banks while mind controlled. its like, the most stereotypical 'bad' things lmao. (tbh an evil ghost circus troupe is a sick concept)

this gives off big deviantart emo edit vibes

(I'm going to assume evil circus reaper danny has a lot of fan content. people love an edgy au, except this one is canon (even tho its via mind control...having the protag go evil otherwise might be hard, I guess?) but au where he stays with the troupe...that has to exist, right?)

ANYWAY. excited to start s2!! lowkey surprised by how many notes some of these posts have gotten. I've gone back and tagged them all with 'dp thoughts' so they're easier to find on my blog! ^^ and I will probably possibly do (more) fanart on my art blog after I finish the watch of the whole show, so like. @sanchoyodraws follow my art blog :)

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #dp thoughts

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