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space-invading-pigeon · 1 year

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Vecna is incensed when Pelor returns, and not because he'd been on his own. "You left them alive!" Vecna snarls, the exposed muscles of his face and neck pulled taut in his frustration. "The were right there! You could have finished them!" "They are children, Vecna, perhaps we could-" "They are a threat!" "Children!" "You need to get rid of them-" "Mind your tone, Vecna, I am not to be disrespected," Pelor growls; he can feel his eyes flashing dangerously, can feel the air grow hot with his anger. Vecna falls silent, his eyes sharp with displeasure. "I don't think we need to kill them. We can convince them to turn, they're children." "... How do you propose we do that, lord?" Vecna's response is strained, tight. Steve- er, Pelor- relaxes a bit. "They seem to be reminded of a fallen comrade when they speak to me," he announces. "I think I can show them the truth. Fighting will be futile, they'll see that if I just speak to them."

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"Dustin, he's gone, there's no way that he's still Steve in there, he attacked Jonathan," Mike argued, smacking his fist against the table. They'd reconvened at the Byers' home, as always; Robin and Eddie stayed with the kids, while Nancy, Hop, and Joyce took Jonathan to the hospital.

"That's not fair, Mike, you never gave up on Eddie!" Dustin shouted, shoving himself back to stand from the table.

"Eddie never tried to kill one of us!"

"Actually, I did," Eddie interrupted softly. "Twice." Mike wilted a little, leaning closer to Will.

"Well- well you never hurt us!" He tried to argue, but Eddie shook his head.

"I did, Mike. Remember? I broke Lucas's wrist, and I almost killed Dustin. If it hadn't been for Steve and El, neither of them would be here." Eddie tugged on one of his curls, expression absent. El nodded from the couch, holding up the 'rock on' gesture that Eddie had recently taught her.

"But-"

"Dude, can you chill? We know you don't like Steve, but he's one of us," Lucas admonished, making Mike blush.

"He hurt Jonathan!"

"No, Vecna hurt Steve. Steve doesn't know that he knows us, remember? When Dustin and Eddie tried his song, he stopped fighting. He ran away," Will piped up, voice soft but firm. "And when he attacked us before, he ran away as soon as he saw Jonathan. He was hurt, and Steve freaked out. He's still in there, Mike."

Mike didn't say anything for a moment, floundering for an argument. It was possibly the closest they'd seen Mike to tears since 1984. "Well- well he's still a piece of shit!" He finally snapped, storming out of the dining room and down the hall.

Silence reigned for a few minutes after Mike's departure. This time, Robin was the one to break it.

"So... I still can't tell if Mike hates Steve or has a crush on him," she noted quietly, making the kids snort (not laugh- they were all much too jaded to laugh at the moment.).

"Crush, definitely," Max decided immediately.

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Will, Max, Lucas, Mike, and El had fallen asleep sometime during the movie Robin put on. Robin stayed in with them, waiting by the phone for any update on Jonathan.

Dustin and Eddie stepped out around midnight. They didn't go anywhere, just on the porch, while Eddie smoked a cigarette. Gods, he needed it; two Steve sightings in a week after almost a year of nothing, and both times Steve hadn't really come home. Dustin was just as exhausted, leaning forward on his knees as he watched the sky.

"We'll get him back, right, Eddie?" Dustin asked weakly. Eddie had to nod, despite his own growing doubts.

"He can't leave us, Henderson," he consoled. "He's- he's lost. Vecna's got him all turned around, but we can get him back. His song, remember?"

"His stupid, thirty-year-old Elvis song," Dustin snorted, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Eddie chuckled softly, using his whole body to nudge Dustin.

"Don't talk shit about the King, Henderson, this is the only thing we can't make fun of Steve for."

"It's a love song, Eddie."

"It's a good song, Dustin!" Eddie smiled a little wider when Dustin made a noise that could almost be called a laugh, proud to have brought Dustin out of his melancholic mood.

As Dustin calmed, his mood sank a little more. "Eddie... If he's not- not Steve, right now, than who is he?"

"Is that some kind of riddle I'm supposed to solve?"

"No, numbnuts, I mean, like, when you weren't you, you were Kas. Vecna's general. But Steve's not like you were, it's almost like- almost like he's being influenced, but not controlled." Eddie hummed at this, nodding slowly. "So who is he?"

"Just looking at him, he looks more like a general than I ever did-"

"Eddie, whatever they did to you, you still have fangs-"

"-but he's also not as... dark. Not as cold either; have you noticed he glows?" Eddie shook his head. "Anyway. The glowing, the warmth, the way that things grow around him, which is way different than them dying like things usually do from the Upside Down.... I'd say he's Pelor."

"Pelor? But Pelor is benign, what's he doing fighting us?"

"That's where Vecna's influence must come in. He tried to-to corrupt Steve, and he couldn't, so he just... confused him." Eddie drummed his fingers together, thinking hard. "It's like- like Vecna's cast Confusion on him. We just have to break the spell."

"But if he's never here long enough for us to use the song- he ran away last time, if we can't keep him around, how can we break the curse?" Dustin asked, face furrowed in thought. "How do we get him back if every time we try, he disappears?"

"We make it so he can't disappear," Eddie supplied. "We need to convince him that he's safe with us, like a feral cat- yeah, exactly like a cat! Baby steps, we make sure he knows he's safe with us, and we can get him back."

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I think maybe one or two more parts and this will be over???

Tags: @amoris-no-smut-allowed @swimmingbirdrunningrock

#villain steve #pelor steve harrington #kas eddie munson #ex-villain eddie #the party #stranger things headcanons #steve harrington #tadaaaa

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expectiations · 8 days

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#as a huge swiftie and doctorriver person #TADAAAA #heartbreak angst and pain for you all!!#doctorriver #tenriver #river song #tenth doctor #the doctor #doctor x river #ten x river #the professor #doctor who #my edit #the manuscript #taylor swift #bring back river song

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lonelysa1lor · 9 months

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Cannot stop thinking about this damn game

#tadaaaa #toh #the owl house #toh luz #toh hexide squad #toh gus #toh willow #toh lilith #luz noceda #lilith clawthorne #willow park #gus porter #omori #toh au #dunno how i should tag this #the owl space??

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paintedkinzy-88 · 4 months

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Because everything else I’m doing has been put on hold, and I can’t get a battery for my pen until Tuesday… have a lil peak at the stickers I made recently ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Various bees in normal and lgbt colors. I’ll definitely do more flags one day, but I think this is a good starting place!

#I’m really so upset my pen died #and I still might post partial turtle dragons later #but uh #tadaaaa #gonna have an Etsy eventually #once I got enough stuff to put up…#for now I’ll hoard it like a frikkin dragon myself #Kinzy update #bees #stickers

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monocub · 3 months

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coloring practice :>

#ppg buttercup #ppg brute #my art #monocuboodles #my hand feels better so back to the drawing board #and I saw these tops on pinterest so #tadaaaa #also bc with big hoops is for me LMAO

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j-nightingalesb1tch · 8 months

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the best ao3 fics i have ever read:

(obviously these are fanfiction but they're so good that i urge you to read them even if you don't know the fandom, it's worth it)

two best friends who have been in love their whole lives. one is engaged and the other is hiding a secret. a "you're the best thing in this messed up world" kind of situation.

a man damaged by his ex joins a dating app and meets a man who only seems interested in sex. they didn't mean to fall in love, but it happens anyway.

a fake relationship between a star and an upcoming one. turns out his contract-boyfriend isn't the one for him - his snarky, rude co-star is.

a man who has been used and abused his whole life tries to get used to his newfound freedom, feelings for the man that saved him, and the fact that the collar around his neck is preventing him from saying a word.

two old friends reunite for their parents wedding - except they're mortal enemies, one of them is fresh out of a mental hospital, and they suddenly want to fuck each other.

the childhood story of a man growing up with a severely homophobic father in a town that never loved him.

the classic "my best mate is about to be deported so i gotta marry him" but then they fall in love for real.

a notoriously moody architect falls in love with the new girl in town but sucks at expressing his feelings so he does what he does best - supresses the hell out of them. luckily his sister and best friend won't stand for that.

a high school graduate stupidly falls for an older man, but it turns out the age difference doesn't matter when you have pink hair and his daughter loves you.

a man picks up a hitchhiker who turns out to be a wanted man and together they embark on the funniest adventure of all time. oh, and fall in love along the way. (this story also has an equally-as-hilarious sequel).

#tadaaaa #dragon age #dorian pavus #iron bull #adoribull #bully #bif/derby #smopkins #glee #klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #gary smith #jimmy hopkins #my time at portia #mtap gust #and more

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doshi-sukiru · 1 year

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Thinking about Nezha and Jinzhi, What would Jinzhi's family have thought about having Nezha as Jinzhi's fiancé if it happened?

Wukong and Macaque:

Uncle Rumble and Aunt Savage:

And...Grandpa Fὰnjῑ.... (I got tired at this point-):

aaand that's it! How do you think they would've done it?

#ask #our ball of tangled yarn #lmk macaque #lmk wukong #shadowpeach #lmk rumble #lmk savage #fanji #lmk nezha #jinzi #fiance #lotusplum #tadaaaa

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owoshrike · 9 months

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The One with the Flower Shop

(or an attempted gonami/nanago flowershop au drabble)

The sounds of the bustling city were barely muted through the glass of the windows, drowned out by the soft chiming of the radio station droning through the building. Satoru yawned loudly as he finished placing the last potted plant in the display case, shutting the door and putting the latch on. The man turned his head over to where the radio rested on the counter by the register, his mouth pursing as he made a thoughtful hum.

“Don’t even think about it, asshole.”

His mouth only spread out into a playful grin as his gaze trailed up to the pink haired man standing not too far from the radio, those sharp ruby eyes glaring daggers at him from their peripheral while his hands continued the task of counting out the money of their register.

Well, one of his hands at least.

The other hand was currently occupied by the tot that shared a striking resemblance to him. Right now, the little baby was playing with the man’s fingers like they were the most interesting thing in the world, pushing and pulling them apart while babbling so seriously about a topic that only held his interest. Satoru chuckled as he waltzed over to the counter with his hands in his pockets. “You shouldn’t curse around him, you know! Babies have an impressive memory, and he might grow up to be just as mean and grumpy as you are!”

Sukuna rolled his eyes and Satoru was convinced that they were going to pop out of his head from the action. “He’s not even paying attentio- OW!”

Satoru cackled as the man hissed and turned to glare at the baby that started biting on his finger, that one lone tooth that was pushing through his gums digging its way into his finger. He dislodged his finger and pulled his hand back, ignoring the whining cries the other was making. “I told you no more biting on my fingers, brat! It’s not my fault you threw your damn teething ring in the car.”

The pair then launched themselves into a half-hearted tug-of-war match, Satoru leaning his hip against the counter as he watched with amusement. Yuuji’s little brows scrunched in concentration and his cheeks puffed up as he pulled Sukuna’s hand towards him, his little feet scooting on the counter. The little baby huffed when Sukuna allowed his hand to come close to his face but whined when the man pulled it back with a snicker. With a smile that displayed all his teeth, Satoru placed his hands on the baby’s sides. “Sending in backup for my dear, Yuuji-chan!” he said, tugging the giggling baby back. “We’ll defeat the accursed king!”

Sukuna scowled and pulled his hand with more force since Satoru joined in but, to the white-haired man’s joy, his partner couldn’t keep it on his face for long as he saw how much the baby was enjoying the game. Even with his loud laughter and teasing words (“Such a nasty and cruel king, he is!” and “We’ll overthrow him together, Yuuji-chan!”) Satoru could tell that even the grump before him was thoroughly amused.

“Ba!” Yuuji shouted before he began to angle his body to crawl towards his father. Sukuna smirked and snaked his arm around the baby’s waist as his foot began to scoot, pulling him closer and sitting him upright again.

“Ohhhh no. I said you’re only allowed on the counter if you sit still,” he scolded lightly, pressing a kiss to the crown of his son’s head. The little baby gave a defiant wiggle, but Sukuna held fast, much to the white-haired man’s entertainment. Sukuna held his hand in front of Yuuji and tapped his finger against the baby’s lips. He did it repeatedly listening to the silly noises that bubbled from his son’s lips, the sounds delving into a giggle as Yuuji grabbed hold of his finger. Sukuna sighed and let him go back to gumming (occasionally biting) his finger. He pressed another kiss to the baby’s head before looking back at Satoru, frowning immediately when he caught those crystal blue eyes and shit eating grin. “What?”

“Oh nothing! Just that I never would’ve thought fatherhood would look good on you,” Satoru said with a laugh, twirling around the counter so that he was standing behind it with the other man. He was unphased when the other flipped him off so effortlessly in between his counting of the money, the older man opening the register for his partner to place the money back in. Once done, he took out his cell phone and opened the website for their store. “We’re going to be quite busy today though thankfully they were all call-in orders. Everything ready in the back?”

Sukuna hummed in agreement, nonchalantly tossing his head in the direction of their storeroom. “Everything except Mei’s order was completed,” he said, slowly removing his hand from Yuuji’s grasp. “Her bouquets are almost done but we ran out of the purple wrap that she wanted them wrapped in. I tried to order them to the store, but the damn app was acting up, so now I have to go pick them up.”

Satoru noticed how Yuuji’s hands reached into the air when his father pulled away, the taller man cooing and reaching out to scoop the baby into his arms. He held the other up and his heart swelled when the little boy giggled. “Then I guess while you go fabric shopping, I’ll have my little tiger helper! That means I get to dock your pay too!” he said cheerfully, the tone of his voice making the baby emote along with him.

The Satoru-proclaimed drama queen that was his partner narrowed his eyes at the pair, his lips twisting into a sneer with little to no venom. “Can’t believe you’re turning my own spawn against me by giving him my pay. He hasn’t done an ounce of work in his short lifespan anyway!” he huffed, poking his finger against the squishy cheek of his son. “And you didn’t even refute it either. You truly are a brat.”

Satoru rolled his eyes and peeked over his glasses at the man. “Go on now before the crowd comes in to pick these orders up. Oh! And don’t forget to grab his ring out of the car while you’re out!” he called out to the tattooed man as he stepped away from the counter. There was a grumble of words as the man flipped him off over his shoulder, disappearing out the front door with a tingle of the shop bell. A beat of silence fell over the shop aside from the music playing lowly through the speakers and Satoru felt Yuuji shift in his arms. The baby kept his eyes on the man through the window until he disappeared around the corner, sniffling when he didn’t see him reappear.

“Ba…ba….”

With a small sigh, Satoru pressed the baby’s head to the crook of his neck, patting him on the back. “Hey hey now, your papa’s coming back, little tiger,�� he said as he turned away from the counter and headed towards the shelf containing watering cans. “How about you help me water the display plants so that you can prove to papa that you earned your pay! That grump would be proud of you and he knows it!”

Upon seeing Satoru grab the elephant shaped watering can, Yuuji’s scrunched up face immediately brightened, and he gave an interested coo as his chubby hands reached out to the can. After (finally) changing the station on the radio to something more pop-oriented, Satoru carried the two over to the front window of the shop where most of the plants were settled. He allowed Yuuji’s hands to rest next to his one hand that held the can, encouraging the other to tip it until the small sprinkle of water came out over the plants. This routine was pretty much ingrained into Satoru by now, even with the addition of the bab in his hand.

To think that just a few months ago, he would’ve still been stuck in boring meetings with boring men. While it would’ve left him well cushioned (more than he already was), it wouldn’t have been fun.

He squawked when he felt cold water manage to hit him in the cheek, looking down to see Yuuji sticking his hands under the spray and catching some water before immediately shaking it around with a loud and joyous squeal. Satoru should’ve figured that there was going to be some form of a mess during this process. “Well, at least he’s getting most of it on the plants,” he mumbled with a shake of his head.

The jingle of the bell above the door made him perk up, a natural charming smile making its way onto his face as he turned to face the newcomer.

“Welcome to Nature’s Domain- “

Satoru felt the words lodge in his throat at the sight of the man who walked in. The man was handsome in his neatly pressed tan suit against his broad form, not a single thread or wrinkle out of place. He didn’t seem to notice Satoru at first until he slightly inclined his head to the direction of his voice, the glare from the window shielding his eyes underneath the (rather odd in Satoru’s opinion) sunglasses. His cheekbones were sharp and shaped his face in such a mature way that made him look older than Satoru. All topped off with short cut blonde hair with an undercut in the back.

It had been a while since Satoru would’ve called himself smitten.

There was a small clank sound as his grip went slack and the white-haired man suddenly remembered the tot that he was holding onto. He didn't realize his grip on the watering can loosened while he was blatantly ogling the man and the can was obviously too heavy for the baby to hold on his own.

“Oh, oh,” Yuuji mumbled, looking down to the can on the ground before looking up at Satoru. He babbled a bit and waved his hand in the direction of the can. “Oh, oh!”

Satoru looked down before looking back up at the man, who only arched one of his eyebrows silently. He laughed lightly as he knelt down to grab the can. “Sorry about that, little tiger!” he said as he straightened back up with the can in his grasp. “I thought you were ready to pull your own weight around here!”

It didn’t get a laugh out of the man, but he could’ve sworn those lips twitched upwards for a miniscule second in the corner. Satoru accepted that as a win.

“So! How can we help you today, sir?” he asked as he headed towards the counter, sliding to the other side and propping Yuuji on his hip. “Let me guess, you’re here to pick up an order?”

The other paused before nodding his head. “Yes, I am, in fact. It would be under the name Kento Nanami,” he replied, and Satoru swore he could listen to that voice for the rest of his life.

Satoru nodded and moved over to the register, sliding his hand across the touchscreen as he pulled up the order registry. It only took three swipes of his finger before he snapped his fingers once he located it. “There you are, Nanamin! And you’re one of the few folks who paid online too so I’ll just need to see your credit card to confirm,” he said with a grin.

There was a small tick in the man’s- ‘Nanami’, his mind supplied for him- brow but he stayed silent as he reached into his coat pocket to take out the small billfold wallet. It was small simple thing made of black weather and Satoru had to fight the urge to laugh at just how it seemed to fit the man. Once he had the card in his hand, he held it up to the screen to confirm their matching numbers before handing it back. Their fingers brushed as Satoru placed the card back in his hand, and he noticed with slight satisfaction how it caused the man to tense for a moment before he relaxed and put the card back into his wallet.

“Gotcha! Just give me a moment and I’ll get that bouquet out for you,” Satoru said as he walked over to the case that was to the right of the counter. It was stocked to the brim with numerous bouquets and small vases filled with different flowers, each row tagged with the according reserved name. Nanami’s was on the third shelf and Satoru remembered that he was the one who prepared this order. It was a simple thing really; pink and yellow roses with anemone and succulent all bound together with a nice colored ribbon. It wasn’t too big and could easily fit in a small slender vase.

Satoru carefully removed it from the case, making sure to keep it far enough out of Yuuji’s reach when the baby made an attempted reach for it. He went around the counter and, now that he was close enough, he noticed that he was taller than the other man by a good three or four inches. As he moved to hold the bouquet out for Nanami, he felt Yuuji squirm in his hold, the baby hiding his face in Satoru’s arm with a small giggle. He blinked and watched as the baby moved his face again…only to hide it back with a louder laugh. Satoru followed his line of sight and noticed that the baby was peeking at Nanami, who was staring at the little boy with a cocked brow.

Ah, he understood now.

“Well, here you go! One bouquet for the gentleman made by yours truly!” he flaunted as he held the bouquet out as one would do when courting someone.

Nanami nodded his thanks and moved to grab the flowers gingerly. Finally, Satoru was able to see the tired eyes hidden beneath the green lenses of his glasses and he wondered if he could ever be fortunate enough to see the color of those eyes. He watched as they glanced at the baby in his arm as Nanami stepped back, Yuuji squealing once he finally got attention and hid his face once more. Satoru couldn’t help the laugh this time, almost laughing harder at the way the man pursed his lips. “What?”

“Nothing! Just seems you’ve managed to make yourself his favorite customer in the span of three minutes!” Satoru said, waggling his eyebrows up and down.

“But I’ve hardly done anything other than stare at him,” Nanami said lowly with a roll of his eyes but still looked back to the baby. “I haven’t even said a word to him.”

Satoru smiled and moved to hold Yuuji out by his armpits. “You can start now since he seems so fascinated with you! Say hi to Nanamin, Yuuji!”

The baby blinked as he gazed at Nanami before raising one of his hands and clenching his fingers in a baby-like wave. Despite Nanami’s lack of a reaction, those little chubby feet kicked out in excitement, and he even babbled a couple of incoherent but nonetheless happy words. Satoru wiggled the baby happily with a giggle.

“If you’re going to say my name to him, at least say my name correctly, please,” Nanami scolded Satoru. That hint of a smile that Satoru saw earlier finally showed itself, a small thing that graced the handsome man’s face just barely as he regarded the little boy with a small nod. “Hello to you too, Yuuji-chan.”

At the sound of his name, Yuuji gave a wide gummy smile and waved his hand again as he squirmed more in Satoru’s hold. Nanami laughed lightly before looking to Satoru again, the smile shrinking a small amount. “Thank you for the flowers. They are quite nice.”

“Just nice? Not “extremely beautiful” or “the greatest you’ve seen ever’!” Satoru teased with a pout, pulling the baby back to him. He waved his hand dismissively. “Well, they aren’t my most extravagant work, I’ll admit that, but I still take pride in them as all artists do.”

“They definitely show that you have skill with presentation and composition. I don’t doubt your skills one bit. Unfortunately, something simple was all that I needed this time.”

This time. Satoru’s focus immediately honed on those words and his charming façade nearly slipped for a moment. “Is that so?” he questioned, tilting his head to the side. “If I may ask, what did you need these for?”

Nanami hummed as he seemed to consider the question for a moment. “It’s just a congratulatory gift for one of my coworkers. I personally wasn’t going to get them anything because we barely speak to one another, but the rest of the office wanted to plan a small party and said that it would be very awkward if I was the only one who didn’t give them anything considering how…popular they are. Since I had no idea what to get them, they suggested a bouquet,” he said, sighing at the end. He looked back down at the flowers in his hands. “As simple as these are, they are still very impressive, um-”

“Gojo.” Satoru shifted Yuuji on his hip as he held his hand out. “Satoru Gojo. Co-owner of Nature’s Domain.”

Not only was he taller than the man, but his fingers stretched slightly longer than Nanami’s as the other clasped his hand in a quick and firm shake (‘very business-like’ Satoru thought with a giggle). Even with the brief contact, Satoru could feel just how warm Nanami’s hand felt against his and he wished he could hold them longer.

“Again, thank you for the flowers, Gojo-san. I’ll make sure to recommend your business to my coworkers whenever they’re planning anything in the future. Do you have a business card?” the blonde asked as he glanced over to the counter to check.

Of course, they had business cards. Sukuna made sure that they stayed stocked up on them like it was second nature to him. To Satoru’s displeasure, they only had the store’s number, website, and their names listed which, yes, that’s what business cards were supposed to have…but not for his purpose right now. Satoru made an effort to hum loudly, cupping his chin with his hand in thought. “We usually do, but our printer conked out this week so we haven’t been able to print anymore for in-shop!” he said with a shake of his head. He snapped his finger and grinned wide enough to show his teeth. “Ah! How about I just give you my contact information that way you can place your orders with me personally! That way you can get first pickings for your arrangement to be made by the one and only, Satoru Gojo!”

Nanami’s eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed slightly in uncertainty. “I don’t think that would be necessary, Gojo-san. Besides, that seems very unprofessional. I’ll just use your contact information from your website. It shouldn’t be difficult to find,” he said matter-of-factly much to Satoru’s displeasure.

“Well sure, but it’s faster if you just reach out to me, don’t you think? That way your order can be done quickly and you won’t have to wait for so long!” he argued.

“That wouldn’t be fair to your other customers, don’t you think? What dictates me to get the special treatment?”

“I can tell you would make a very good clientele, Nanamin! Call it intuition. Plus, you gained Yuuji’s favor on top of that.”

The baby cooed and gummed at his fist, Satoru moving to pull his spit covered hand away from his mouth while peeking at Nanami over the rim of his glasses. His face was near impassible aside from a small frown in the space between his brows and a slight tensing of his jaw before, finally- blessedly- the man sighed in defeat. Hesitantly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. “As long as our conversations are only business related, so be it. Please let me know once you have your business cards back in stock so that I can place them in the office.”

Satoru smiled and gave the man his number, peeking around the screen only to frown when he saw Nanami put it under the name “Satoru Gojo (Nature’s Domain)”. No plant emojis, heart emojis or anything! He blew air through his lips but still found himself satisfied when he heard his phone go off in his back pocket, Nanami nodding to affirm that that was his text that went through.

“I’ll message you as soon as I get off of work! Hey, do you like sweets, Nanamin?” he asked as he walked the other to the door.

“Please don’t call me that and let’s try to stay professional with this exchange, Gojo-san,” Nanami said with an exasperated tone.

The taller male only hummed in thought. “Well, we could always be old fashioned and get a nice cup of coffee together! You look like an avid coffee drinker!”

“Did you even hear what I just said?”

Nanami sighed and looked down at Yuuji, awkwardly waving his hand once he had the baby’s full attention. “It was pleasure meeting you, Yuuji-chan. And I suppose you as well, Gojo-san,” he said, directing his attention to Satoru as he addressed him. “You two have a good day now.”

The bell of the door chimed as the businessman walked out, turning to walk briskly down the sidewalk. Satoru stepped closer to the window as he watched the other man walked towards the crosswalk, blinking in surprise as he realized that Nanami must’ve walked here from his office. Once the other escaped his line of sight, Satoru couldn’t help the small smile that spread on his face.

“My, my, Yuuji-chan,” he said as he spun around to head back towards the counter. “We definitely have to find a way to get him back in here, don’t we!”

#shrike writes #fanfic #fic #drabble #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #nanago #gonana #gonami #nanami x gojo #TADAAAA #wow. I think the last i posted a fic or drabble on tumblr was like...2013 or something on my other acct #BUT HERE WE ARE IN THE FUTURE #funfact: ive been sitting on this fic for like...a year now? and it originally started as satosugu with sugu in satoru's place #i only changed it to gonami cause i just personally like the ship better #i do have other ideas for this au but i cant promise anything lolol #this was purely self indulgent as a therapy for myself after i started reading the manga xD #also baby yuuji with papakuna is free therapy. it just is ;u;

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chaosguy352 · 1 year

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Some designs~

Hehahehahd

#genshin inpact fanart #genshin impact #pantalone #pantalone fanart #dottore #regrator #il dottore #dottore fanart #fatui harbingers #design #my art #drawing #fanart #traditional drawing #TADAAAA #HOW ARE THEY #dottolone #panttore

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frcebalanced-moved · 8 months

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@alootus gets a starter

it was just an assignment. he was to stay with padme — with senator amidala to assure her safety. nothing more, nothing less. he was there strictly for protection. how hard could it be? aside from the obvious dangers, of course. it couldn't be too difficult, since every fiber of his being is already naturally focusing on her.

❝ you have my word, senator. you won't even realize i'm protecting you. ❞ it wasn't until he spoke that he realized how stupid that sounded. he knew she didn't wish to be hiding away on naboo and realized that him being there as a protector was a constant reminder of why she was there. ❝ — i will be, of course, but it won't feel like it. it'll be casual. ❞

nailed it.

#⥑ ƬΉЯΣΛd. ⑊ verse : main. ⥏#alootus #tadaaaa

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helianskies · 11 months

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for the dialogue prompts, 11 + turkspa? :)

drooling crying screaming 🍪

Talk

He wrangles the other around a corner, out of sight and hopefully out of earshot, and urges in a clumsy not-quite-whisper, "Will you keep your voice down?"

"Why?" the other returns. "Scared someone will hear?"

"I'm not scared, no—"

"Then stop trying to avoid me, and let's talk!"

"Sure," Sadık scoffs, "let's talk, not shout for the whole damn building to hear!"

"Yeah, well, some things," Antonio returns, barely lowering his voice as his tone turns more harsh, "are hard to be quiet about!"

"Even for five minutes?"

"You really want me to stop?"

"Yes!"

"Then make me! Go on, make me!"

The demand (or is it a challenge?) creates a brief stalemate. Sadık stares at Antonio, and the other stares right back.

Then, Antonio takes a slow breath.

And then—

"I'm not going to act like it didn't happen," he proceeds, his voice finding an almost normal volume. "You and I had quite the night, and I'm frankly seriously offended that you're now ignoring me. That isn't fair!"

"I'm not trying to ignore it, or you," Sadık replies. While he is grateful that the other has at least quietened down, he knows that he's far from safe. "This isn't the time or place to talk about last night, Antonio. Not while we're around people we know. Other nations. People who might misinterpret our actions."

Antonio appears to not be quite convinced by such an excuse, however. "Am I misinterpreting last night…?"

"N— No—"

"Then don't mess me around," he warns. "If last night meant anything to you, you should know better than to do that to me."

He's right. Sadık does know better. And he knows that, right now, the other is doing a very good job of holding himself back.

In the past, a confrontation such as this one could end in blows, in a verbal scuffle, in a trip and tumble onto a bed (in which the viciousness of both participants erupted into a coping method—a method of loving). He can feel them now, the ghosts of fingers, hands, limbs and lips. Not-so-distant memories and memories from centuries ago, too.

Now that he stands there, and Antonio stands before him, he realises that they have stood together like this repeatedly throughout a shared history. Harsh whispers, cruel words. Daring gazes, silent threats. Sadık finds it a shame that old habits die hard, but Antonio, at least, seems to be calming down somewhat now that he has gotten his words out.

He even looks… a little bit sad… or hurt…

"You don't want to talk," the other continues, "and fine, I get it. But we have to talk at some point."

Sadık concurs and assures him that, "We will. We can talk later on, once all of this��" He jabs a thumb towards the conference room, half-full of nations while they're all on recess. "—is over."

Antonio hesitates—his eyes search Sadık's face for any hint of dishonesty.

"You mean that?" he asks in the end, semi-accusatory. "You won't run off and disappear when the day's up?"

"No," he says, shaking his head. "If you want to talk, then that's what we'll do."

Antonio hums. "Right," he says, short, blunt. "But do you want to talk?"

"I just said that—"

"That I want to talk, and I do. But I don't want to have a one-way conversation, either," Antonio explains to him, which in turn makes Sadık feel… bad. Like he hasn't listened, or hasn't understood, even if he has. Hasn't he…? "If you want this—" And he gestures between the pair of them. "—to be something more than a single night in a hotel room, then you'll have to tell me. I just— I'll let you think about it… I don't want to force you into anything if you're not sure…"

So, Antonio walks away. Somehow, and so much more controlled than he was moments ago, he walks back around the corner and towards where refreshments have been provided in order to kill what time remains of the break.

Sadık feels a tug for no more than a split second. He feels a tug to stop him, to grab him again, to pull him back and tell him exactly how he feels with brazen actions rather than words. But the tug fades as fast as it arrives when Antonio makes it more than three steps away, and Sadık is left alone in his silence.

The truth of the matter is, he knows what he wants. He just doesn't know if Antonio wants the same. So yes, they'll talk. But the conversation to come is one that does scare him. He'd just sooner die than admit that to anyone.

#helia writes #hetalia #hws spain #hws turkey #turkspa #tadaaaa #it's them it's the babes it's the idiots who need to seriously sort themselves out <3 #no idea where i was going with this btw but hey. here we all are #get comfy

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snow-capped-graphics · 1 year

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A Bad Dream

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"I can't sleep..."

"What am I supposed to do about it?"

"...I was having a nightmare. Can I tell you about it?"

"...sure. Go ahead."

"Well... it started back in my old school when I was still comatose..."

...

"I don't know what it was about her in my dream... but something just made my blood run cold."

"... what next? You gonna ask to sleep with me too?"

"..."

"Valentina you cannot be serious."

"I can lend you my fluffy heated blanket?"

"... fine."

#mod ghost #idv #idv askblog #idv oc #idv oc askblog #mountain climber || blake #graphic design || chiaki #tadaaaa

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tetralea · 2 years

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“P-please help me, I’m scared...” with Alpha Charles and omega max

This one is so cute. 🥰

Charles was washing his hands in the bathroom of the fancy Monaco club when the door swung open and before he could have realised what was going on a familiar blonde rushed in.

“Charles!” Max breathed out visibly happy to see the other driver, his distressed scent alerting the brunette immediately. “Please help me, they are after me, I’m scared.” He explained but before Charles could have asked anything the door opened again, another alpha walking in.

It kind of answered all of his questions, mostly when he could smell the alpha. It was disgusting, and he couldn’t even imagine how it was for Max.

“He is mine for now, let him go.” The snarl should have scared Charles, but he could feel the fear a distress radiating from Max, even if he tried to seem calm and collected, his scent betrayed him.

Stepping forward he circled around the blonde extending his arms to the side, shielding Max. “I don’t think he likes the idea.”

Another growl came, seemingly the alpha was up for the challenge. “I don’t care, who would have thought Max Verstappen is an omega, now I figured it out and I’ll give him what he deserves.”

Charles squared his shoulders, trying to seem bigger. “You are not touching him.” He bared his teeth, one hand instinctively wrapping around Max’s wrist to scent him. “He is with me.” The words left his lips but he didn’t remember forming them in his brain.

“Is that so?” The alpha snickered and lunged forward and Charles only felt the sharp pain in his fingers which met with the nose of the other man, when did he even lift his hand. Fuck it was not like his boxing training, it hurt like hell. Seemingly his pain was nothing compared to the man in front of them, and he used this valuable time to grab Max again, and drag him out of the small room.

He only slowed down when they were out of the club, standing next to his black Ferrari. “Are you okay?” He asked, his worried green eyes wandering on Max’s body trying to see any harm.

“Are you okay?” Max asked in disbelief, reaching out and pulling the brunette’s right ro eye level. “I didn’t know you could do that.” He mused, eyes fixating on the freckled skin, trying to see if it will bruise or worse.

“Yeah, me neither, but I couldn’t let him hurt you.” Charles admitted with a slight blush, before pulling away his hand gently.

“Thanks.” Max whispered with a soft smile, turning his gaze way too fast from the pretty face to his shoes. “Do you think you can drive me home?” Max asked slowly. “It’s ok if you don’t, I totally understand.” He added quickly.

“Of course I can.” Charles’ response was way too fast and his voice come out much quicker than he wanted to.

When in the car Max finally relaxed. The whole car smelled like Charles, his scent was always noticeable for Max, even when he wasn’t near, but in that moment he imagined it would be like to burry his face in the alpha’s neck and fill his whole being with his scent. It was nice, it made him feel warm and safe. It was so entirely and undeniably Charles. He might sleep in this shirt tonight.

“Are you gonna take care of your hand?” He asked a bit worried. “I would hate if you don’t drive because of that.” He added partly because it was true partly because he didn’t want to make it so obvious how much he cared for the brunette.

“Yes, no worries. It doesn’t even hurt anymore.” It wasn’t entirely true but Charles saw the worry in the blue eyes and he both loved and hated it. Max was worried for him. “Are you gonna be alright going up or do you want me to…?” Charles trailed off, as he got out of the car too, his eyes catching the blue eyes for a second before looking down again.

“I’ll be good, but thank you.” Max would have wanted to take the opportunity but maybe it was too much for one night.

“Text me when you are up?” The question followed quickly, the green eyes now turning to Max again, taking in the now visibility relaxed omega.

Max smiled softly, nodding. “Tell me how is your hand tomorrow.” It wasn’t a question but Charles nodded silently.

“Good night, Max.” Charles hands wrapped around his wrist again, the pads of his fingers definitely leaving a scent mark, while the pretty lips got pressed against Max’s cheek so quickly he started to doubt if it was reven real.

Charles let him go and before max could have answered he turned around to sit in the car.

“Good night, and thank you.” He waved like an idiot, while starting to walk towards his building. He noticed how Charles waited for him to get in, and it made him feel in a certain way he tried to push back for a while now when he was around the alpha.

He texted Charles as soon as he locked his door. Going to bed was quick and easy, he was terribly tired and the shower could wait. Charles’ scent on his wrist was still very prominent and he promised himself he will ask the alpha if it was intentional while he red the reply from him and dozed off quickly, with his wrist right next to his nose.

#charles leclerc #lestappen #max verstappen #tadaaaa #abo lestappen #abo verse #omegaverse #dori’s bedtime stories

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beegswaz · 7 months

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how would you retell fnaf attis i want to know:3

HEHEHE IM SO GLAD U ASKED I HAVE A WHOOOOOLE RETELLING IN PROGRESS WITH MY BESTEST FRIEND TONY!!!!! THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG POST MAYBE PROBABLY!!!!!!!!!! SO HERES A READ MORE 😊

im most likely Going to colour the ideas i Havent cleared with tony, beclaws hes my co-writer and i Want the funny fnaf movie fanscripters help on The story beats

this is AAAALLLL gonna be fnaf redux, or At least how i envision redux? a Lot of this is subject to change etc etc etc

OK ON TO THE FUN STUFF!!! most* of the story is Staying the same, and anything that isnt is Either already discussed or i dont Care enough about it to figure it out Juuuust yet ^_^ so this is really Just locations, Designs, and the Rough timeline!

fnaf 4/fazbears family diner-- YAY FREDBEARS!!!!!!!! this is the Very start of redux, just to Keep it in line with og fnafs timeline. the Story here is basically the Same :)

what ISNT. is the.. un-nightmares...? basically, outside of fredbear And spring bonnie, the main 4 exist (not really, fredbear And spring bonnie fill the role of freddy And bonnie, so only chica and Foxy exist here)! but in A very simple super-late-addition-Thats-meant-to-gauge-interest form! Theyre mostly here so i Can reason easier WHY cc would have nightmares of characters that Dont even exist outside of the cartoon. they Also set up charlies death (a Puppet version is here!!!) and are the Base for the main gang in-universe :D

its Also an idea that there is One (1) springlock suit, beclaws not Only is a real one INCREDIBLY impractical, its also... Stupid expensive. itd Be cheaper for them to have a Stage animatronic and then a Separate mascot suit instead. But also beclaws i Dont think henry would approve of a robot Faulty enough to kill people. WILLIAM DOES HOWEVER!!! so hes The guy that makes a stupid springlock suit for himself!! wow i Hope that has no unintended consequences :D!!!!!

after the deaths Of charlie and cc, william And henry both split the business up (henry remaining As faz ent and william making Afton robotics) WHICH LEADS US TOOOOOOO!!!!

fnaf 2/freddy and friends arcade-- FNAF 2 WOOO!!! AND ITS A FUCKING ARCAAAAADE!!!!! relatively the Exactly same story-wise and Also... kind of design-wise? aside from All of the animatronics here being reused from The fredbears cast, which explains Why theres a spring bonnie suit (iirc As mentioned in the phone calls). not Much changes really :3

fnaf sl/babys circus world-- gods Biggest mistake. without henry to go Hey. Maybe Dont Make The Torment Nexus. william makes The torment nexus. the story is Also the same kinda, partially minus All of the weird lore fuckshit With the fnaf 4 house. Michael doesnt get scooped until Later Later, so this is really just Here to say "While Henry Was Being A Guy, William Accidentally Killed His Daughter!!!!" and then the Basic he-breaks-into-fnaf-2 shit, minus The facial recognition he just Lies beclaws henry Has him blacklisted 😭 fun fact babys was Literally the only place he opened before william went Fuck It. Lets Frame Henry For Murder Maybe. and then he Dies. L

fnaf 1/freddy fazbears pizza-- YEAAAAHH OG FNAF WE WIIIINNNN nothing changes, its just og fnaf yk. michael is The nightguard beclaws he Thinks theres some weird fuckshit etc etc

fnaf 3/fazbears fright roadside horror attraction-- OH YEAH I HAVE SOOOO MANY THOUGHTS. ME AND TONY WENT HAM ON THIS. so basically you Know those like halloween walk-through Attractions that randomly crop up? this is That but in the early 2000s and fazent is Unreasonably stingy so their props Are old shit they Had in storage. the Location premise is a walk-through of each location And they all fuck with you in Weird ways (starting At fredbears, i Dont actually remember what we did for that, then Fnaf 2 which is. iirc we Had it set to be all audio based, so the room Was mostly dark minus the arcade glows but it was Silent As Hell. then fnaf 1 which we Set in the backstage area and the mascot head eyes Would follow you. and then fnaf 3 which is kind of Optical illusion based?)

the Premise of how a Game version would go is you Use the attractions sounds and lights And animatronics to Keep springtrap from Getting out etc etc

the Hallucinations are like. literal Hallucinations (kinda Think popgoes panic function?) me And tony thought it Would be hilarious to negate the Hallucinations by booting up like. Solitaire.

AND WHEN I SAY WE PUT EFFORT INTO FNAF 3 I MEAN ME AND TONY SPENT A WHOLE DAY MAKING A FAKE CHEESY TV AD FOR IT.

anyways At the end of fnaf 3 the place gets Closed down and, beclaws michael is Working the last week of it being open, he just Kinda. shoves springtrap into A shipping box.

and then Between the end of fnaf 3 And the start of sim, michael investigates babys AND THEEEENNNN he gets scooped

ok id write more But im so sleepy and its 1 am. gn ❤❤❤❤

#caller number 13 #rad1o rants #im Tagging that for the lols #and Also #fnaf redux #TADAAAA

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