#why does this have to be freakishly large

[lunarmoves]

you don't think you'll ever get over how tall the daycare attendant is.

it's a bit intimidating at times, you think. all seven-foot-something of metal and silicon that tends to loom rather ominously over your own figure from time to time. you're not sure why they were made that tall, but you figure it has something to do with being able to see kids easier around the daycare. or maybe fazbear entertainment just likes making freakishly tall robots. who knows.

the first time it really strikes you how much of a height advantage they have over you is during the daytime hours of the daycare. some poor kid had gotten their toy thrown up onto the playground structure and it was stuck on the outside, nestled between two bars that you definitely can't reach from the ground nor from the inside of the structure.

you look down at said kid holding onto your leg after you'd scolded the other two who were the culprits of such an act and let out a small sigh. you don't like climbing, not particularly, but you guess you're going to have to suck it up for now. if only so the poor kid can stop making that teary-eyed expression at you.

you pat the kid on the head and take the few steps to the playground so you can grab onto one of the bars and pull yourself up. but before you can even attempt to shimmy your way farther up, a bright and certainly loud figure comes swooping in from behind you.

"heellooo friends! that's awfully dangerous to be doing here!" sun exclaims as he grabs you easily on the sides and lifts you from the playground to set you back on the floor. you blink up at him and watch as he extends a long arm (seriously, his arms are way out of proportion compared to the rest of his body) up to the toy and easily grabs it from its stuck position.

"i believe this belongs to you?" he asks the sniveling kid standing next to you, and they immediately brighten once their toy is back in their hands. sun gives them a little hair ruffle. "don't go losing it again, now! we don't want to get any boo-boos climbing where we shouldn't be, right?"

"mmh!" the kid nods, then wipes their snotty little nose on their sleeve and runs off to show their retrieved toy to their friends. sun's head turns 180 degrees to watch them scamper off, and then he's turning back around to face you with a wagging finger.

"friend! you know you can always ask me for help, yes?" he chides you in a way that makes you feel a bit embarrassed, but you only roll your eyes in good nature.

"c'mon sun, i'd thought you were busy with the others!" you frown, and the sight makes sun reach out a large hand so he can smush your cheeks together until your lips are puffed out like a fish's.

"i'm never too busy to help you, silly!" he says as you bat his hand away and rub at your cheeks. "all you have to do is ask!"

"i had it handled," you murmur, looking anywhere but at him. with the way sun is looming over you, slightly bent at the torso, you're covered in his shadow. it makes you feel small.

"climbing the outside of the playground does not set a good example for the children!" sun says, and his words make it seem like he's scolding you, though his tone is light and airy. "no, no, no, friend! we don't want you to get hurt, do we?"

"i get it already," you reply, stepping back slightly so you can look at him better without having to crane your head back. sun's head tilts slightly to the side, but he doesn't comment. "i'm not a kid, you know. a fall from that height won't hurt me." okay, yeah, maybe your pride's just a bit wounded at needing someone taller to do a simple task for you. sue you.

"it can if you fall right on your head!" sun gasps dramatically, bringing his hands up to his fixed smile. "no, better to be safe than sorry, okay?" he reaches down to boop you right on the nose. you wrinkle it at him then concede with a large sigh that's more for show than anything. this was a dumb semi-argument anyways.

"okay, i'll ask you for help next time," you relent, and it makes sun spring up, his rays spinning happily around his faceplate.

"wonderful!" he chirps, then reaches a lanky arm down to grab your wrist. "now, come! it's almost naptime!" you get practically dragged over to the sleeping mats, sun's long stride making you do an awkward jog to keep up.

you've long come to realize that sun tends to use his height to help you with different things. whether it may be cleaning parts of the playground equipment that you can't reach, or helping you stack things on shelves that were way above your arm's length. he just wants to be of good use, you suppose, no matter how teeny tiny it makes you feel.

you can't say the same for moon.

for where sun may inadvertently make you feel small, moon does it on purpose.

"moon, c'mon!" you groan, standing before him in the dark daycare after hours as he dangles your phone just out of reach over your head. you raise your arms up half-heartedly and try to snatch at it, but he pulls it up farther away from you when you do. "give it back."

moon snickers, white eyes upturned into crescent moons of delight. "no."

"moon," you say sternly, as though you have any power of authority over him (you don't). "please."

"no texting on the job," moon replies, even though you know that he knows you were literally just checking the time. you give him an exasperated look.

"moon. phone. now."

"no." then, as though to taunt you even further, he bends down to pinch your nose. "shorty."

you give him a glare and bat his hand away so you can rub at your poor nose. both him and sun liked to squish and squeeze you, you've noticed. "moon!"

he says your name back at you in the same tone you just used. it just makes you huff.

"if you don't give me back my phone, you'll regret it," you say ominously, mustering all the darkness you have in your body to make your scowl as scary as possible. moon just giggles. you don't think you're successful. he probably thinks you look like a wet cat.

"yeah?" it's obviously an invitation. he wants to see what you can possibly do. your mind's practically in overdrive trying to think of something on the spot. and you do come up with something. unfortunately.

there's a moment where all you do is stare at him. his head rotates curiously to the side. and then you launch yourself at him, hands gripping at his torso so you can claw your way up his body like you're some kind of small animal (to him, you probably are).

moon freezes for the slightest of seconds, and it gives you ample opportunity to shimmy your way up so that you can grip at his thin shoulders and pull yourself farther up. then he's leaning backwards slightly, his arm raising higher above his head to prevent you from reaching your phone.

"give!" you demand as you hook your feet around his body like he's a sliding pole and use one of his shoulders to keep yourself balanced as you extend your arm as far as it can go.

"cheating! cheater!" he barks out in response, and his voice is a bit muffled from where it's nearly against your stomach, but you don't care.

"not cheating! give me back my phone!"

it's a few moments more of this kind of struggling until you finally just end up yanking his nightcap over his face in a temporary distraction. it works, too. at least long enough for you to yank his arm down, grab your phone, and then leap off of him. you stumble a little when you hit the ground and spin around with a triumphant look as you notice moon has lifted his cap high enough so you can see the lower half of his eyes.

"ha!" you gloat, pocketing your phone right away so he can't snatch it out of your hands again. "you asked for it!"

moon simply stares at you. and just when you're starting to think that maybe he locked up or something, his mischievous smile returns with a vengeance as he bends low and raises his arms like he's about to grab you.

uh oh. you know that look. you don't even hesitate as you spin around on your heel and immediately make a run for it.

and well... as moon chases after you through the plex, his long shadow constantly overlapping your own, you figure that you'll just have to get used to being constantly swamped by the significantly taller animatronics. it isn't the worst thing, at least, but it will certainly take some time.

even if moon's an ass about it.

#i was strugglingto end this can u tell #fnaf sun x reader #sun x reader #fnaf moon x reader #moon x reader #dca x reader #daycare attendant x reader #fnaf sb #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #the daycare attendant #fnaf dca #dca #fnaf daycare attendant #shay scribbles daydreams

[snooyaki]

𓂃 ⋆⑅˚₊ ICE FAIRY ❅

paring ୨୧ sunghoon x female reader genre ୨୧ fluff

warnings ୨୧ cussing, pressured hoon wc ୨୧ 1517

a/n: im not gna lie this isnt my best 😅 but i hope you all enjoy it either way ! LOL

SHE COULDN’T BELIEVE the words coming out of her teachers mouth. it was like everything had stopped around her, tuning out the world to only focus on the negative thoughts running through her mind.

“park sunghoon??? you want me to write the school paper on park sunghoon??”

y/n was not a fan of figure skating, that was a fact. sure it was an elegant and beautiful sport to watch, but she believed all figure skaters were stuck up narcissists. a controversial opinion, but true to her. never in her two years of being the head journalist for the school’s newspaper would she have thought of covering the sport she hated most.

hated all because of park sunghoon.

sunghoon was the talk of the town. y/n had to admit, he had the whole package. tall, freakishly good looking, excelled in all of his classes — but there was just one thing missing. a heart. just like his profession, sunghoon was cold, rude, and narcissistic in y/n’s eyes. god was she dreading this interview.

“oh come on y/n, having thee park sunghoon in the paper would be a hit!“ the teacher spoke, beaming with excitement. y/n couldn’t let her favourite teacher down with the look on the teachers face.

“i expect your piece to be done by thursday the latest.”

y/n’s eyes widened largely, jaw dropping at the new information that was given. “thursday..? but thursday is in like, three days!” the girl exclaimed, the panic soon beginning to rise.

tomorrow. you had to talk to the ice prince tomorrow? she wasn’t prepared. she didn’t have time to mentally prepare herself before facing satan himself. y/n was quite the dramatic.

“so you better get on it. good luck!”

y/n stood in the empty club room dumbstruck. sunghoon hated your guts. the both of you weren’t cut out to make this paper a success. but y/n had to try. this was her job. she wasn’t going to let a little ice fairy get in her way.

the girl took a deep breath in, nodding her head in determination with a light grin playing on her lips.

“you’ve got this.”

ೀ

‘you so dont got this.’ was all y/n could think as she stood in the cold rink, watching as the skaters danced across the ice with their pristine charisma. y/n could smell the snobbiness from a mile away.

the girl’s eyes scanned the ice in search of a particular boy, before here eyes had stopped. there he was, thee park sunghoon. thee ice prince of korea.

‘bullshit.’ was all that went through your head with an eye roll.

y/n watched carefully as sunghoon’s sharp eyes met hers, feeling her body immediately stiffen. sunghoon intimidated the hell out of her, but she would never admit that.

‘god … why does he have to be so good looking?’

sunghoon began making his way over to the girl, raising an eyebrow in curiousness. “l/n y/n …. i would have never thought to see you here.” the boy snickered, earning a scoff from the other.

sunghoon knew your hatred towards him and his sport. it amused him. he didn’t know why he found you quite amusing.

“lets just make this short, and simple, ice fairy.” y/n sternly spoke with a soft sigh in defeat heard in her tone, staring up into his eyes. his dark beautiful eyes— no. she needed to get a hold of herself.

y/n was snapped back into reality at the sudden head shake in protest for sunghoon, causing a scowl to quickly form over her face. “what is that supposed to mean?”

sunghoon chuckled to himself, gazing down at the ice before that smirk played on his lips. that stupid fangy smirk you hated, but loved so much.

sunghoon met your eyes once again, his expression only hardening. “you want to talk?” sunghoon questioned, cocking his head to the side in a teasing manner, confusing y/n. “i only talk on the ice.”

oh how park sunghoon made your blood boil.

“w-what?? sunghoon you cant be serious!” you shouted at the male, but it was too late. he was already skating backwards, deeper into the rink with a simple shrug as his response.

today was going to be a long day.

and that it was. of course y/n didn’t know how to skate. trying to keep up with sunghoon on the ice while focusing on the questions written down in her notepad was a challenge. especially when the figure skater refused to be cooperative. the voice recording only consisted of sunghoons devilish snickers followed by, “ow!”, “be serious!”, “fuck you sunghoon!”.

y/n couldn’t possibly see this was going in the right direction.

“do you ever feel like you’re missing out on a ‘normal’ high school experience? i mean because of your intense training schedule, you barely even—“

sunghoon stopped abruptly, letting out a harsh sigh as the white puff escaped from his lips. he was irritated. you could tell. the way his dark eyebrows crinkled in frustration as his fang poked at his bottom lip.

“are there any other questions?” sunghoon spat harshly, causing y/n to raise her eyebrow in surprise at the male’s sudden outburst. it took the girl by surprise, although on proved her point further on her opinion of figure skaters.

‘arrogant and annoying.’ she thought, a deep sigh coming from her as she scanned over the rest of her questions. “okay. how do you deal with the pressure of competitions, especially with so many eyes watching you—“

you were cut off again.

“im done with this interview.” sunghoon stated, as your eyes widened at his response.

“what?? but i didnt even get to finish my questions!” she exclaimed, attempting to chase after the boy on her skates only to fail miserably.

“youve got enough answers.” sunghoon coldly spoke over his shoulder, getting off of the ice before stomping away.

y/n’s eyes scanned sunghoons face, seeing the irritation and anger written all over her expression. she felt … bad?

maybe she went a little too far.

the next day at school was rough. y/n tried grabbing sunghoon’s attention all day, but he wouldn’t even look her way. in the hallway as she waved her hands like a crazy person, in the lunchroom where she shouted his name multiple times earning odd stares from the students around her, and right now, as she stood by his locker waiting for him to arrive.

y/n wanted to apologize. after she had replied the encounter in her mind over three hundred times last night, she could see why sunghoon had gotten so upset. her questions were provoking him. she hadn’t even realized she wrote them in a way that would purposely irritate him.

y/n gazed down at her feet as she leaned her back up against sunghoon’s locker. the girl nibbled on her bottom lip nervously, before hearing footsteps approaching. that was until two feet appeared in front of hers. y/n slowly trailed her gaze up the others tall figure, as her eyes landed on the face of the person she hated most. but this time, she was beginning to feel it was not so much.

“what do you want, y/n.” sunghoons tired voice sighed, as he ran a hand through his dark hair frustratedly.

you could see it now. everything. the incident opened your eyes to finally somewhat understand your most hated enemy. y/n could see the stress on sunghoons face. the difference between the expression on his face when he was on the ice, compared to off the ice was very noticeable to you now. you didnt know how to feel.

“i just…” y/n began, letting out a soft sigh in defeat. this was a lot harder than you expected. “i just wanted to apologize for yesterday … some of the questions were a bit too …”

“annoying?” sunghoon finished for you, gazing down at the girl with a piercing yet unreadable gaze, causing her to gulp. “well thats one way to put it…” y/n commented.

it took sunghoon a while to reply, his eyes scanning your worried expression. in all honesty, sunghoon was quite shocked at the sudden apology. he didnt expect it from you, especially it being from someone who claimed she hated him with all her heart. sunghoon only let out a chuckle in response, shaking his head as he took a step forwards.

y/n’s eyes widened slightly in surprise at their now close proximity, taking a step back only to feel herself hit his locker. what the hell was going on.

sunghoon kept his burning gaze on the girl, taking his time to lean down until he was eye level. sunghoon placed his hand up against the cool metal locker next to your head, his signature fangy smirk making an appearance.

you felt like you were about to go weak at the knees. y/n had never been this close to park sunghoon, ever. she couldnt help but feel her cheeks burn as she couldnt look anywhere else but his face.

all she saw was park sunghoon.

“write a good paper y/n, hm?” the boy finally spoke, his deep raspy voice sending shivers down your spine.

y/n let out a shaky exhale, slowly nodding her head although still in a state of shock.

pleased with this reaction, sunghoon snickered as he stood up straight pushing himself off from the flustered girl. sunghoon gazed down at y/n’s expression, not being able to hold back a light chuckle as he took it open himself to gently yet tauntingly pat the girls head before walking away.

y/n stood there dumbfounded. why was her heart beating so fast?

“fuck you sunghoon!”

ೀ

the paper was all y/n could focus on from that point. memories of that moment replayed in her head 24/7. it was such a simple yet charming gesture. the kind that got her giggling and kicking her feet at night.

before the three days were up, wednesday had rolled around quickly. wednesday, the day of sunghoon’s competition.

it took y/n a while to decide whether or not she should show up, only to find herself sitting in that cold rink yet again. ‘its for the paper.’ the girl attempted to justify, just to make herself feel better.

“fancy seeing you here.” that irritating voice spoke from beside the girl.

although it was irritating in a different kind of way now. a way that made her feel rather more excited that annoyed.

y/n looked up at sunghoon, biting her lips as she immediately looked away to avoid the taller’s gaze. there was no way she could face him without a crazy blush rising over her cheeks.

“i came here for the paper.” y/n stated simply, clearing her throat to get a hold of herself.

sunghoon let out a melodic chuckle, causing y/n to muster up enough courage to meet sunghoons eyes. to her surprise, his gaze was readable, unlike most days. today, his eyes were full of determination. full of passion.

thats when you finally understood park sunghoon.

park sunghoon was not a narcissist, nor arrogant. park sunghoon was full of passion, and ambition.

“say… i have a deal for you.” sunghoon hummed, taking a seat next to the girl for a quick moment, causing y/n to snap out of her realization.

“a deal..?” the girl questioned, her head tilting to the side in curiousness as to what sunghoon has to propose.

“if i win this competition…” sunghoon started, only dragging the suspense causing a light groan to escape past your lips, before his next words took you by surprise.

“you have to go out on a date with me.”

y/n’s jaw dropped to the floor at sunghoons request, staring at the boy with wide eyes at a loss for words. you didnt know what to do, didn’t know what to say. did thee park sunghoon, thee ice prince just ask you out on a date?

“sunghoon! youre on in ten!!”

sunghoon smiled lightly at his coach with a soft nod, before standing up and turning his attention back to you. “i’ll win. watch me.” sunghoon spoke in a determined matter, before bolting away to get on the ice in time for his routine.

thats when you reacted. y/n shot up from her seat on the bench, watching sunghoon scurry away. “wait- sunghoon! hey!! park sunghoon!!”

sunghoon did in fact win that competition. you and sunghoon did in fact go on that date, and ever since then, you suddenly did not understand how you could have ever hate a person like him. he was your everything. your little ice fairy.

— nari ¨̮

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[marisramblings]

You asked for some touchstarved requests so here I am! Can I get something fluffy with mhin where kuras mentions that tonight is mhins transformation night. So the mc heads over to mhins place with some pain meds/medical supplies to help with their monster transition. First, it starts with mhin being kinda aggressive due to their monster form but ultimately ends with them cuddling afterwards once their monster form realizes the mc isn't a threat.

Went a little overkill with the word count…hope you enjoy 😅

Mhin x reader (cw cursing)

“You want me to do what?”

Kuras bites his lip. “It’s an odd request, I acknowledge that. Normally, I would go, but the most recent soulless attack has created a higher demand for my services. You’re the only other person they’re comfortable with.”

“I understand that, but I’m still lost. You want me to visit Mhin and do what exactly?” The good doctor was light on the details. Why do they require a personal home visit? Why couldn’t a courier handle this?

Voices clamor behind the clinic door. Kuras looks between it and you, eyes almost anxious. You sigh again. He’s a friend. It grates on you to see him flustered. You are close with the soulless hunter but you’re careful about it. Skittish people bolt easily, and Mhin hasn’t deemed it suitable to tell you this secret.

“Fine.”

He smiles. “Thank you, and take this.” As reticent as he seemed before, Kuras doesn’t hesitate to shove an aid kit into your hands and you out the backdoor.

“Wait,” The door slams in your face before you finish. “where does Mhin live?” You peer at the kit in your hands and see a hand drawn map taped to it. You have a strong suspicion that you’ve been played.

“I better not get eaten.”

***

How should you approach this? Mhin doesn’t know that you’re coming and imagining how the freakishly strong mercenary will react to an uninvited guest is…unpleasant. You steel yourself and knock.

“Mhin, it’s Y/N. Kuras sent me.” You wait for a minute before knocking again. You step back as the door creaks open. You can barely make out their face, but what you see isn’t good. It’s gaunt and their eyes seem even more flat and lifeless.

“Bring it in then leave.”

Whatever quip you had ready dies on your tongue. They clearly aren’t well. You nod and enter.

“Is the table fine?” You turn and see them hunched over. “Mhin, what’s wrong?” You move to their side but they push you away.

“Get back. Don’t…don’t come near me.” They collapse to the floor.

You curse Kuras. “Fuck me. Mhin, hold on.” You dive for the kit you had abandoned and start digging through it. There’s a vial marked “pain relief” and you rush back to the hunter’s side.

“Here, drink.” You lift them into your lap, but they fight.

“Mhin, hold still.”

“G—go. Before I hurt—”

Your back hits the table knocking the breath from you. You scramble to your knees as a piercing wail fills the room. You blink the stars from your vision and gasp. This is why Kuras sent you?

What used to be Mhin shakes itself and stands. A crow? A raven? Whatever it is, it stands heads taller than you with wings that span the width of the room and human-like limbs with talons longer than knives. Before you can move, you’re knocked back and pinned against a wall. You’re surrounded by large feathers that gleam in the lowlight.

“Mhinnie?” Your voice breaks.

Crazed eyes blink at you. A razor sharp beak is a few inches from slicing clean through your skull. Through the fear you feel heartache. Is this why Mhin came to Eridia? Why they also sought entrance to the Senobium?

“Ah, Mhinnie.” Even if you could unwrap the bandages, do you want to add another curse?

If you’re going to be devoured, then Mhin should know you weren’t mad in your final moments. They’ll feel guilty enough anyway.

“It’s okay.”

You close your eyes and wait for pain, but Mhin gently nudges you instead. They even angle their beak to avoid cutting you.

“Huh?”

Their eyes are calmer now, almost aware. Still not them, but the air of danger has passed.

They settle against you and you carefully reach a hand into the feathers. You stroke them. “Aw, who’s a cutie?”

They give some kind of purr, a low sound you know means they’re comfortable. You squish their face and the sound grows louder. Seems like this form is separate from normal Mhin. You’re tempted to unleash every sappy thought you’ve had about them, but exercise restraint. Not content with your lack of attention, they lean more of their weight on you. You both sink to the floor near the kit. You reach for it, patting reassurance when they chirp.

You dig deeper and find books, blankets, and a bag of sweets? “Kuras, I will murder you.” You bandage your cuts and take out some cookies, giving one to Mhin and another to yourself.

Mhin wraps around acting like a makeshift pillow of sorts. They’re clearly unaware of what they’re doing in this form and the thought of the full face blush they’d have at this makes you smile. “At least you won’t know about the nickname, will you, Mhinnie?” you coo. A wing covers your body like a blanket and you settle in for the night.

#mari’s rambles #fanfic #fic #touchstarved #touchstarved game #mhin touchstarved #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved imagines #touchstarved x reader #imagines #imagine #mhin #mhin x reader

[thefandom-casserole]

Dndads Teen Headcanons

(It got kinda outta hand, and these aren’t even the angst ones…)

Hermie curls their hair and Taylor straightens his (but because of the adventures neither of them have been able to do it so they’re slowly reverting back to their original state)

Hermie uses they/them pronouns when not in a roll and Dood uses they/it

Normal and Hero have watched Adult Swim shows from a really young age (Lark, Sparrow, and Rebecca either didn’t care enough to turn off Cartoon Network, or just didn’t realize)

Linc and Hermie were PBS kids

Taylor is always playing games on his Chromebook at school (coolmathgames rules)

Taylor has a ton of pins on his jacket and hat

Scary has a TON of birthmarks, freckles, moles all over her body. It’s gorgeous

Dood‘s Teen body rotates between four outfits that all seem too large and slightly too old for it… (it’s Hildy, Robert, Meryl, and Stud’s outfits) (even if It never technically met Meryl)

FUNFACT: none of the Teens have a nuclear family

Hero’s first language is Spanish (Lark and Sparrow decided that forcing her to go through an almost entirely English-speaking school without knowing English would help “toughen her up”)

All of the Oak’s are fluent in Spanish and English

Scary is afraid of going under tunnels (when she was Terri she’d close her eyes and squeeze someone’s hand)

Linc types like an old man but can game really really well

Hermie does cosplays and posts them on the future equivalent to TikTok

Everytime they go to a mall of something Normal tries reallllly hard to convince them to all squeeze into a Photo Booth (it has not happened yet)

Hermie loves Starkid

Taylor really likes FNAF

Scary’s favorite season is winter

Linc’s favorite is spring (even though soccer season is autumn)

Normal likes all of the seasons (he takes after his grandpa!!)

Dood loves everything (all the seasons), though they absolutely despise the mosquitos and gnats…

Taylor’s favorite season is probably summer

Scary was diagnosed with ADHD at a very young age (not autism though), but when she started being Scary she tried to stop taking her medication (she started taking it again)

Taylor used to LOVE dinosaurs. He had every Jurassic Park movie, the book, everything. He still has the anime and the original downloaded for bad days

Scary is tall without shoes (only shorter than Linc and about the same as Hermie) but she wears platforms to make herself taller (queen <3)

Hermie has a younger brother and a younger sister (like, 6 years old) who were not born by Scam and Jodie, and Hermie has no idea where they’re from

Hermie’s two favorite people are their siblings (they would do anything for them)

All the Teens but Dood and Linc had Amino at some point </3 (but for completely different fandoms/communities)

The only class Normal has consistently had an A/100 in has been GYM

Normal, Scary, and Linc are very very athletic

Hermie is more athletic than people would think they are (you run a LOT in theater, and singing takes a ton of energy)

Normal constantly plays the Zip Game throughout their travels (everytime you see a horse you yell ‘zip’ and keep track of how many horses you’ve called, everytime you see a cemetery you yell ‘cemetery’ and everyone else loses their horses)

Normal and Hermie know a ton of car games (though Hermie wouldn’t admit it) because of looong car rides with their sibling/s

Hermie works at a Haunted Attraction during Autumn

Hermie is freakishly worried about their siblings after coming home and not finding their parents (has not mentioned it to anyone though…)

Scary uses her notes app for everything (song lyrics, poems, reminders, etc.)

Dood is the shortest out of them all, then Taylor

Taylor has a ton of stickers on his cane (anime, survival, etc.)

They’re all autistic and queer <3

Scary has a vent notebook and a lyric notebook

Linc doesn’t really get cold, which is why he always wears shorts and tanktops

Scary only eats the Oreos with the orange filling

Taylor either sleeps with a TON of blankets or with only a sheet. No in between

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads s2

[miseria-fortes-viros]

you are born skinny. you are born bright red and wailing and a month premature and you are sick, and so is your mother. by the time your due date rolls around you look less alien and more human. there are rolls of fat on your thighs. your parents pinch them and say “nothing is cuter than a chubby baby”.

you are three when you first hear the word “fat”. your mother said it first about the cat, but now she’s saying it again while she looks in the mirror. she looks nothing like the cat. you ask her what it means; she tells you it doesn’t matter.

you are five. you have learned that your parents are poor, even though they’ve tried their best to hide it from you. you are skinny, too skinny, your face is gaunt, but you are not hungry. no food goes to waste in your household—anything left on your plate must be finished or packed up for another time. you make a friend in school. your mother calls her fat. you don’t understand why this is important.

you are nine. your mother works now, too. your family finally has enough. you are taller and you fill out your clothes a little better. your mother is a dress size ten, and this will not do. you don’t understand the problem.

you are twelve. your mother is a dress size six, which is better. you are as tall as you’re going to get. you are stronger than the other girls in your class. your shoulders are broader, your wrist bones twice as thick as your friends’ are, your feet freakishly large. your mother decides it is time for you to learn what a diet is, as if you have not been eating according to hers for four years. you know what “fat” means now, and you don’t think it applies to you, but you trust your mother. she was a cheerleader in high school; an old bridesmaid dress of hers is too small for you. your father is six foot four and played D1 in college. he doesn’t think you are fat. she doesn’t know why you are bigger than her. you have figured it out.

you are fourteen. you snack on almonds when you are hungry. you are hungry a lot. you do not eat gluten, or dairy, or soy or legumes or nightshades. you can bench press 215. your mother says your arms are too big. at family events, she proudly tells her sisters that you have lost thirty pounds. once, your mother caught you eating a cookie with some friends after a competition. she said you embarrassed her. your father looks at you with sympathy. he has never dieted before, and he has never been a woman, so he does not know what to do.

you are seventeen. you skip breakfast because it makes you nauseous to eat that early in the morning, but truthfully you borrowed that excuse from an old teammate. your lunch period is at 10:30. if you are hungry enough, you’ll buy a side salad. the dieting app you use to log your calories keeps telling you you are not eating enough. you have developed a tremor in your hands.

you are seventeen, and the thing that will define you for the rest of your life has just happened. you try to eat. you can’t. this is the first time you have ever tried to eat instead of trying not to. a child is dead. your hands shake harder.

you are eighteen. you have stopped dieting, but all that means is more variety in the health foods your mother buys. you do not have a sport to play anymore. for the first time in your life, when you look in the mirror and say “i am fat”, it is almost true.

you are nineteen. you have started art school; creativity was easier before you developed the tremor. the freshman fifteen everyone warned you about have found you. you do not care. those fifteen mean that for the first time in your life, you have complete control over what you eat. it is freeing. you are not trapped anymore. you look in the mirror and say “i am fat”. it is still not true. your mother worries about your health.

you are twenty-one. your mother is down to a size four. she is wearing your old jeans from middle school. she had to take them in so they would fit her. you shop in the plus-size section now. your chronic depression is worse than it’s ever been. you look in the mirror and say “i am fat”, and the truth of it hits you like a bus. you think of all the other times you said those words, how it has never been true until now, how you should have appreciated thinness while you had it. your mother suggests dieting. you think that if you try another five years of dieting, it will kill you.

you are twenty-two, and you are fat, and that is okay. you are trying to teach your mother body positivity. it is slow. she doesn’t think you should call yourself fat. she tells you about how bad she is because she had a few bites of noodles earlier. they were your noodles. she says she is listening to her body; she stops eating when she is satisfied and she drinks if she is thirsty. this rule does not seem to apply to hunger. she tries not to comment on what you eat. you try not to comment on what she doesn’t. she is worried for your health. you are worried for hers. your mother does not know she has an eating disorder. you don’t know how to tell her. your mother does not know she gave you an eating disorder. you will never tell her. you do not blame her. she is a victim of womanhood too. your hands still shake. they always will.

#fat positivity #body positivity #cw ed mention #helena lore #helenaposting #just some of the many ways i am fucked up i guess #barbi.doc

[anonymouspuzzler]

little character design notes I made myself!! sometimes when I draw some guys enough I have to start codifying why and how I draw certain things for myself to help streamline the process some

(alt text/image IDs/transcripts under the readmore!)

[Image description: A character design chart of all the Bugsnax characters. In the top row, left to right, is Filbo, Wambus, Triffany, Wiggle (with a detail shot of her head in profile), Gramble (with a detail shot of the back of his hat), Beffica (with a detail shot of her head in profile) and Cromdo (with a detail shot of his head in profile). In the bottom row, left to right, is Lizbert (with a detail shot of her head in profile), Eggabell, Shelda, Snorpy, Chandlo (with a detail shot of his head in profile), Floofty, and The Journalist. Each subsequent image includes each individual character illustration with notes on the design. In order:

Fibo! - the platonic ideal of a Grumpus - capsule body, noodle limbs - paws more handlike - cheeks can bulge out to make look younger / cheerier but otherwise little visible "neck"

Wiggle - small but visible muzzle, but nose sits "in front" - head wider on top, exaggerate "neck" cinch slightly so boa doesn't entirely cover - "cinched waist" to better imply constant hip movement - glasses arms only when they don't block eyes (prioritize readability) - she :3

LIZ - less cartoony than others, more "animal-y" - feet-paws small, esp. compared to hand-paws - "chin" can overlap scarf, which deliniates neck - more obvious brows - square muzzle & head (esp. profile)

SNORPY - like 80% leg - slight cheek bulge for expressions, but otherwise head goes straight into body - large feet compared to legs - cut off apron just before end of torso - nose can overlap upper lip - hair styled like Floofty, but short & mostly under hat - glasses & magnifiers secondary to eye readability

WAMBUS. - ref. face more off journal art (ie. tired eyes) than ingame model - thick build with more obvious delineation at neck and joints - I don't think I've ever been satisfied with a sketch of him where he's not holding a hoe

GRaMBle - extremely obvious round bulged cheeks - quick cross-hatch as shorthand for both argyle & knit texture - sweater hides divide of tum & legs at most angles - thick legs, big pawb - hat eyes nearly the size as Gramble's eyes - anxiety

Eggabell - literally just slap a face on an egg - seriously I just slap some pretty standard limbs on a whole egg - a touch of world-weariness in the face does help

CHANDLO! - body is a slightly chunky Dorito - wide stance w/ short legs, like a bulldog - squared muzzle, but rounder sloped head (compare Liz, Beff) - hat always at a slight angle, never 100% straight & level

TRiFFANY - very round, friendly facial features, cheeks - built THICC - make sure brim of hat only covers eyes in extreme poses/angles

Beffica - prominent, rounded muzzle w/ smaller tusks (compare Liz, Chandlo) - round torso, tum protrudes over where legs & torso meet - thick limbs, only slight delineation of joints - locket divides head & torso, little visible neck

SHELDA - same overall structure as Wiggle, but less dramatic & more drawn - extremely visible joints - facial features should all be "wobbly"; visible wrinkles - man I dunno how the necklace works just slap on eyes and teeth till it looks right tbh

FLOOFTY. - stout body & limbs, freakishly long arms - nose can overlap lip, but not as much as Snorpy - hair parts off-center (left) & gathers most at right - teeth more prominent than Snorpy's - soft, but threatening - Jumba Jookiba energy

CROMDO - man IDK how DO you draw this man??? - more based on in-game model than others - wedge-shaped; top-heavy w/ tapered torso and limbs - cartoon nose heavily subj. to Perspective Shenanigans - try to keep tusks from blocking view of eyes

The Journalist ("BUDDY") - more generic Filbo (slightly taller) - chronic Mike Wazowski syndrome - accessories (wristbands, backpack, camera) to provide recognizability

#Anonymous Puzzler art #bugsnax #Everyone Is Here !

[barbiegirldream]

i wake up to Yuji’s faildad having the twin soul that’s SO LAME it doesn’t make any fucking sense for why Yuji’s like he is now. whys he freakishly strong before becoming a sorcerer and cursed energy maxed out if he’s just the guys nephew. gege’s made sure to hammer in family relations don’t always mean shit you can be a total wash even if your family means something like CMONNN

Like everyone is making fun of the leakers for getting it wrong so I'm hoping the sentence is so particularly convoluted it's ambiguous what the hell is going on. And I think that giving Yuji exactly his Uncle CT make no sense when we've seen families have wide varieties of vaguely similar to wildly different CT's. So for Yuji to get Exactly Sukuna's?

Idk it should have been IMO like this:

Sukuna is in the womb starving maybe their mother is poor and doesn't have enough food. He absorbs his twin as twins irl do. But Sukuna and his twin being powerful sorcerers soul lock onto each other. And that explains Sukuna's fucked up double arms and two mouths and being so physically large. Then when Kenjaku helps dice Sukuna's fingers up he realizes there was a second soul and he put that soul aside in something else. And his Death Wombs experiments were about how to transfer souls into bodies and what comes first the soul or the body. A debate he was have with Mahito recall. And Choso and two of his brothers were in those little aborted fetuses and places inside people to override their state of being.

(To keep with Jin though it could be a thing like the twin's soul passed down again and again and again but it never properly fused with a body and was always a secondary soul inside and so Kenjaku's experiments were to figure out how to solve this and decided the best way is do the soul fuckery Personally at the source -> the womb)

So add all that together and Kenjaku maybe found Jin who could have been in Sukuna's Bloodline but not soul related and it's been a millennia they're not closesly related by any strech. Kenjaku possesses Kaori's corpse and gets pregnant like we know happened. But then in the gestating process Kenjaku takes the object storing Sukuna's twin brother's soul and binds it to the baby. The baby gets no independent soul he just IS Sukuna's twin. But the soul is not the body and Yuji's body is still connected to Kaori, Jin, and Kenjaku meaning Choso and Yuji are Still blood brothers. As it does appear Kenjaku's DNA is being added to whoever he possesses.

So then what we have is

Sukuna consumes his twin brother inside the womb <- His twin brother is reborn as Yuji Itadori -> Sukuna is consumed by his twin brother Yuji, being reborn and possessing Yuji

Kenjaku makes the Death Womb Painting Children <- -> Kenjaku makes a baby in Sukuna's twin who eats six of the death womb paintings siblings he has

^^ Either way it's canon Yuji and Sukuna ate their siblings but I think it's better if it begins and ends with each other

[kon-konk]

Hand headcanons for team Melancholy?

Oh boy, hands! My favorite! (I wrote these down while at work the other day, and have had them tucked away for the past few days.)

Overall, I think Tsubaki would be very big on making sure his subclasses take care of themselves, so he recommends ways to better do so, but won't force them if they don't want to do it (unless it falls into the unhygienic category).

Tsubaki - More or less average sized hands, leaning towards the small end of average. But they're so perfectly smooth and delicate you'd think they were made from porcelain and painted to look like flesh. I hc he has quite strong hands, it just doesn't look like it. His hands feel so delicate that you'd be afraid you're going to break them if you squeeze too hard. They're smooth enough that you'd have to double check that he did, in fact, have fingerprints and it wasn't all just freakishly smooth skin. And they're so soft. Like, his hands feel like you're touching very large flower petals. Uses moisturizer, but his hands are just naturally like that even when he doesn't. Very nicely manicured nails. Also, I feel like his hands are cool to the touch. Not freezing cold, but noticeably cool.

Sakuya - The large end of average size. Long fingers with lightly defined veins. His hands look like they'd be soft, but they're actually rougher than they look. Probably uses moisturizer, but only when he sees someone else using it. Takes care of his nails, but not to the level Tsubaki, Shamrock, or Otogiri do. I hc he has very warm hands. Not like sweaty warm, but like he's just taken them out of his pockets kind of warm.

Otogiri - Tiny, cute little hands. I think her hands would be very strong, and very dexterous. Her hands are rougher than you'd think they'd be, but not quite over the line from soft to rough, and they're covered in the thinnest scars from times her strings have dug into her hands. You can see the larger veins in her hands, but they're not defined. I also think she'd have naturally blushed knuckles. Absolutely beautiful hands. Very well manicured nails. For sure moisturizes. Very neutral temperature hands. Like they're not noticeably warm or cool. BUT they do warm up very fast if she's holding something warm/hot.

Higan - Very large, very rough hands, with very nicely defined veins. Definitely artist's hands. Covered in various scars from art-related incidents, and callouses from paintbrushes and pencils. Does not moisturize. Basically just cuts his nails and goes. Also usually has a smudge of some art product on them. Another with neutral temperature hands.

Shamrock - Man has fucking beautiful hands. Like everything about this dude's hands are damn near perfect. On the larger size, and probably with some notable faded scars from his time in C3. Nicely defined veins. The perfect line between rough and soft. A third with beautifully taken care of nails. I can guarantee you that for the longest time he moisturizes only when he sees Tsubaki do so (which is fairly often), but always carries moisturizer with him (it's the same kind Tsubaki uses just in case Tsubaki forgets his). He's gotten better about this over time, and now carries both a moisturizer he likes and the kind Tsubaki uses. Hands are relatively warm (warmer than Sakuya's, but not by much).

Berukia - Absolutely middle of the road average sized. Very pretty veins, but not much definition except between his knuckles, where they're very defined. They're just barely over the line from soft to rough, but oh my gods why are they so dry. It's not that he doesn't use moisturizer, his hands just dry out quickly. He leaves his moisturizer in random places because he'll use it and sit it wherever he is at the moment, but never puts it back where he got it from. (I hc that Tsubaki will "randomly" ask Berukia if he's used his moisturizer lately to make sure his hands don't dry out too much.) Tries to keep his nails manicured, but I feel like he doesn't go through that effort very often (maybe once a month or every other month), but keeps his nails cut on a weekly basis. Has the boniest fuckin' knuckles you've ever seen. And for some reason his hands are always freezing cold.

Lilac (this is my son, I don't care that he's taller than me, so he gets included) - Little kid hands. Like, they're the perfect size for his body, the proportions just resemble a small child's. He probably bites his nails pretty badly. Also probably only moisturizes when someone reminds him. His hands never seem to be the temperature you're expecting, though.

#pei answers things #pei rambles about servamp #i'm not kidding about hands being my favorite #can y'all guess which ones I want to hold the hands of? the answer might surprise you. or it might not. #i was at work when i got this and couldn't answer because i needed to get back home to the list

[boinin]

(replying here to your tags under my post)

first of all - don't apologise for the length of the tags you leave - really. i deeply enjoy reading them! it's me who has to apologise, since i stareted tagging you in my posts umprompted-

i have seen the leaks and OMG MY BABY BOI DRAGO SPEAKS???? AND HE DOES SOMETHING??? i am the happiest person alive

anyway, back onto the main point

i think the reason why drago is unpleasantly surprised (at least, in the leaks translations) is because the ubers hasn't still reached its "breaking point", currently they still believe snuffy's plans will make them win. in this chapter (227) they essentially went from under snuffy's thumb to barou's lmao. but if barou fails this goal - and the flashback of snuffy and his bff who essentially said the same thing as barou gave me a very bad feeling about it - ubers will rebel

i also made this post about two possible important italian players, i don't know if you have seen it already

Thanks for the message! (context so I don't forget) I'm glad you don't mind lengthy rambling, bc I'm incapable of being concise about Blue Lock 🥲

You make a good point in your linked post - we have limited intel about who scored those Ubers goals in the PXG match, other than it not being Barou.

I agree Aiku and Aryu can't have scored - like Otoya and Isagi, Aiku may have provided one or more assists to the Ubers scorer(s). That, or he managed to prevent a PXG goal attempt.

I wouldn't be surprised if Lorenzo managed to score in the PXG match. He seems like a player that's capable of playing offensively, but he's too busy marking Kaiser in the BM match.

That said, I love the idea of Snuffy benching the team's striker/forwards who scored against PXG for the sake of showcasing Barou to the world. It'd be cool to see what they're like... but there's such a large cast of characters already, I'm not sure when we might see that happen.

On the fly theory: maybe Snuffy's regret over his dead friend (who Barou freakishly resembles, according to chp 227) is blinkering him, and he is fixated on "helping" Barou, in a way he couldn't help his friend. To the detriment of the Italian players he's supposed to have stewardship over. (god I adore Snuffy's character, he's so interesting)

On that note, reposting a comment of mine from reddit:

I imagine the permanent members of the European teams were forewarned that they may be benched in favour of the BL players, and told to suck it up. Ego brought the teams and the master strikers to Japan to train up participants and create a spectacle. The whole point is to showcase this new aggressive style of Japanese soccer. The ones remaining on the NEL starting line ups get to boost their profile given BL is a reality TV phenomenon. The ones on the bench just might not care, they're still getting paid and their positions aren't in serious jeopardy.

...but yeah, it's a mystery why Uber's best striker/forwards would be happy to be benched for an asshole Japanese kid. It's a shame as readers we don't get to see the the European players' bids, other than Kaiser and Ness's. But this must be to build suspense for PXG and whatever OP French players there may be (like Chapi).

A detour, since I'm having a do-nothing weekend: I did a sweep over the manga chapters where Ubers are shown. Like BM, there's only 11 Ubers players visiting Japan.

We don't have names for many of these players: only six are named in the wiki. These are Abdi, Drago, Canali, Lorenzo, Peron and Rico.

In the panels depicting the PXG versus Ubers match, I found one unidentified Ubers player... but he's a goalie?

It doesn't resemble Canali. It can't be Fukaku Gen either, as Gen was listed as a "no value" player following the first round of NEL bidding, suggesting he did not play during the Ubers v PXG match.

It might be Peron. But that's a stretch, since he's playing as a DMF in the BM match.

IDK - anyone else have any ideas?

Ubers bringing over two goalkeepers on an 11-man squad would be odd, but perhaps indicative of Snuffy's desire to find a replacement striker ahead of his retirement.

#ask #mine #blue lock #bllk #bllk manga #bllk analysis #boinin talks bllk #bllk ubers #blue lock manga spoilers #blue lock spoilers #i could talk bllk all weekend (clearly!) #long post #text post

[mmmitchmmmarner]

so i got a message

like the title said, i got a super nice message from someone who wanted to share their experience w the team on sunday in seattle and asked if i could post it here anonymously

here's what they sent in:

Hey, mega Mitch fan here! I’ve been lucky enough to meet him (& his teammates) a few times & wanted to share some anecdotes from when I saw him before & after the Kraken game on 2/26. I should preface first off: The tiny little man we all love and adore is actually… not that short. Yes, standing next to freakishly large 6’5” athletes Mitch looks mini, but he’s pretty close to 6 feet. I’m a 6’2” dude, & he’s no more than 3 inches shorter than me. I was honestly very surprised the first time I met him that he wasn’t shorter, especially with that baby face. (I have a whole ‘nother story about the first time I met him, I should share another time.) So game day, I’m standing in front of the team hotel, along with a dozen or so fans, waiting to catch a glimpse of Mitch & company as they get on to the team bus. Of course, Mitch comes out of the hotel with Auston, deep in conversation. I think they’re pretty much inseparable on game days. Gio, Willie & Pierre came out later & greeted the fans, which is really nice (Gio is notoriously kind to fans). I got to say a few things to each of them, but the rest of the team came out in a group & the most I got to do was shout “Good luck tonight!” at them. Sheldon actually had a smile on his face as he walked by, which is unusual from previous experience. I feel like he carries the entire weight of the Toronto fanbase on his shoulders as coach. Going to the game itself was a blast. I sat next to the players’ entrance as they came out. It’s crazy to be that up-close to them in their full gear. Sloppy first period, but Leafs had the last word, so it didn’t even matter. After the game I raced back to the hotel to congratulate the team. I was able to tell Mitch “Great game!” as he got off the bus and he replied with a sheepish “Thanks!” I think he gets flustered when men compliment him. 🫢 Auston is usually pretty in-the-zone when I’ve seen him before, but he actually looked happy after the win and replied the same way (minus the blushing). The funniest interaction I had was with Dubas. He replied to me “Could have been better.” in reference to the game. He said it with a smile, but I think he was referencing the first period a little too. I just replied in a sarcastic tone, “Yeah, yeah, it could always be better.” Dubas really does want the best out of the team, and that’s why I believe the Leafs can & will win the cup under his leadership. It would be great to see more hockeyblr folks out supporting their teams & saying nice things to the players. I think the Leafs’ security guy is used to fighting off hecklers (not the nice kind). 😕 It takes a bit of perseverance (& standing out in the weather for hours sometimes), but I’d recommend anybody willing to to try it. You can meet your favorite player! P.S. Pierre Engvall looks like a super model up close. 😳

thanks again anon for sending this in! this was a fun little look at some of the guys

#toronto maple leafs #ok but this was so nice #mitch getting flustered at getting complimented is gonna live in my head forever now ig #mitch marner #auston matthews #pierre engvall #Kyle dubas #mark giordano

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Nine

Hidden in Plain Sight

Pairing: Osamu x Fem!Reader

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You turn around from your spot against the back door and see a large man, freakishly tall with a man bun, pointing a gun at you. He's got quite the intimidating face, but just as you see your life flash before your eyes, another guy runs up to the two of you.

"Woah, Asashi chill out. What's going on here?" he asks.

Asahi's eyes dart between his friend and you. "I-I didn't know who this girl was and she's seeking around!" he defends himself.

"I wanted to go into the casino but I didn't want my husband to know I'm here, that's all!" you lie.

"Casino's closed," Asahi tells you, eyes narrowing as he debates to shoot you again.

"Oh, uh, that's alright then," you nervously reply. "I'll just go home then."

"That's a good plan," the other man interrupts. "You wouldn't wanna walk into something you don't want to. Guys in there are part of the Yakuza but you didn't hear that 'round here, yeah?"

"What?!" you gasp, your body tensing up at realizing what that means for Osamu. However, it's possible that it's just a scare tactic to get you to leave. The Yakuza wouldn't just announce where they were anyway. "Does that make you Yakuza, too?" you pry, calling their bluff.

"Maybe," he shrugs, "or maybe not."

You look over at Asahi who's still pointing his gun at you. "Then what do you guys want from me exactly. Can't you just let me go?"

The other man leans in close to you and gets a good look at your face. "Apparently there's some girl important to another Kyodai. She's 'posed to be the girl the second in command's been lookin' for. I dunno why though..."

"I know nothing about that. I'm here by coincidence! Honestly, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't," the man scoffs. "We saw you spyin' in there!"

"I already told you I came here trying not to be seen by someone! If I was important to Yakuza wouldn't I be inside with them?!" you try to defend yourself.

However, the two men don't buy it. "Take the shot," the man with darker hair nods to Asahi. 

"Wait!" you shout, but a hand lands on your shoulder instead of a bullet that hits you.

"She's not going anywhere, Daichi," a voice calls out from behind you. You can't say for certain who it is, but you're sure it isn't Osamu just telling by the voice.

Daichi narrows his eyes at the man behind you. "Why not? What do you need her for if she's not-"

"Well, she was spying on me, actually," he chuckles. "This is my sister, you see, but a pathological liar which is why she was spouting all that nonsense to you guys earlier."

As he speaks, you try to catch a glimpse of him and see a bit of blonde hair. Is this Osamu's brother? Why is he going to all this trouble for you?

"My poor sister didn't even know anything 'bout the Yakuza so thanks a lot for tellin' her before I could!" he continues to berate the others.

"I'm sorry, Atsumu," Daichi bows, but as they interact you just become more and more confused.

Once they stop talking, Atsumu pulls you inside the casino. When you're safe from other guys, you see Osamu looking right at the two of you with a frustrated expression. Luckily, there's nobody else around to stare at you and attempt to murder you... well, unless Osamu does.

"So are you gonna tell me why the hell you've got her tailing you now?" Atsumu shouts.

"I thought she left," Osamu replies as he blinks his eyes and looks down at you. "I thought you left! I waited and you were gone. How did you get here?"

"Shut up, man! You went and got yourself wrapped up in having feelings with her and now it's ruined everything!" Atsumu interrupts before you get the chance to explain yourself.

Your face heats up in both anger and confusion as you try to wrap your brain around this whole thing and listen to the two of them bicker. You thought Osamu had a girlfriend, not that he was in a goddamn gang!

"Wait," you interrupt, "so you're really part of the Yakuza?"

It was a bit sudden in the way you spilled out the question, but the two of them both stop their shouting and look at each other for a moment in silence before looking over at you.

"Y/N, I didn't want to get you involved in all of this but now that you know, yes," Osamu admits.

"And now it's for the best if we keep up our little lie. I told the Karasuno team that you are our sister so nobody would get suspicious about who you are but if you two weirdos make it look... gross, then this whole thing will be for nothing!"

You and Osamu make eye contact. You're so confused and don't understand any of this. Why can't you just go home and pretend like it never happened? You won't show your face around this casino again so it should all just be good, shouldn't it? But before you can get your questions answered, the door bursts open and Osamu hides you behind his back.

You peer your eye around his side to see Kita and some guy who bears the resemblance to a snake whom you've never seen around Osamu before walk in.

"I heard yelling," Kita says aloud, causing Osamu to push you back behind him with his elbow. "Is everything okay?"

As he talks, you hear footsteps drawing closer.

"Yeah, just a little family matter we were taking care of," Atsumu laughs awkwardly.

"Well if you're talking about family, may I remind you that we are your family, too," the stranger hisses.

"It's really not that serious," Osamu tries to deflect the conversation. "We were just talking about our sister, is all. She's not feeling too well at home right now."

"I didn't know you had a sister," the stranger continues to pry.

Kita then decides to awkwardly play along after somehow getting the hint. "Yes well, uh, you make sure she feels better, okay? Go home and we'll fill you two in another time."

Osamu and Atsumu nod and wait silently until the two men leave. "We've got to get you out of here, now," Osamu then says as he turns his attention back to you. He then takes you by the hand. "Come on, we're going back to my house."

"What about my car?" you ask. "I left it in the lot."

"Give 'em to Tsumu. I'm not letting you out of my sight again."

Without a word of complaint out of fear for your own safety, you hand Atsumu the keys. Then, the second they're in his hand, Osamu whisks you away. 

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[tojisis]

🐻‍❄️๋ྀིྀི rokat♡ji headc★nons II ✧˖°🐋

rokat♡ji🐰 roka will ask him if he'd still love her if she was a stupidly gross animal or anything that crosses her mind just to test if he loves her. he hates it, but keeps up with it cause he doesn't want to get nagged at.

"toji, would you love me if i was a literal freakishly large apocalyptic man eating manatee that has come from the face of the north atlantic ocean to plot revenge against humanity for causing harm to the north pole's icebergs?" she asks batting her eyelashes at him.

"uhh...maybe?"

"i'll take that as a yes :P"

rokat♡ji 🐰he snoops around the things/pictures she had in 2000s and that's what fuels his sarcastic humor as he humiliates her on purpose.

"stuffed panda? your hitomi stitch it for ya? cute."

"don't touch him!"

"class of 2004. i bet you gave boys great tongue with these braces."

"you know damn well no one wanted me."

"yeah. what a missed opportunity."

rokat♡ji🐰she uses her cursed technique via kissing him to quicken the process of removing his lip scar entirely. she doesn't want him knowing she does this cause of the bad experiences he's had, which is why she uses that specific method on him. on the bright side, making out with his favorite girl seems to spiritually fill him. (she also does this to the kids when they get injured, so whenever she says she'll "kiss it better" she literally means it. he doesn't mind though, he has a different reason for his discomfort.)

rokat♡ji🐰when she has an attitude, he gives her an attitude back the next day.

rokat♡ji🐰in the middle of being asleep, one or the other will the first to say "mmh, you smell so good" and bring themselves closer to the other.

rokat♡ji🐰toji loves skinship more than you could imagine and what he loves most about it is the shivery unfamiliar-ish feeling of it.

rokat♡ji🐰the one time toji didn't want to get roka the excessive food she wants when she's at that time of the month, roka activated a barrier technique and didn't talk to him for the rest of the week.

rokat♡ji🐰 (pretend he used to be an mma fighter) she likes flexing about how strong he is and will say to herself or when she used to be in the arena/in front of the tv screen "that's my man!" if she felt like it, she would shout it out loud at the top of her lungs.

rokat♡ji🐰 he wants to see her in skimpy dinner party dresses but he also doesn't want to see her in skimpy dinner party dresses if that makes sense.

rokat♡ji🐰roka takes the man shopping. always. and when he's in a life or death situation of having to pick between two items roka desperately wants one more than the other he'll be like "idk, wtv's gonna make you look pretty." she gets flustered when he says that.

rokat♡ji🐰 (pretend they still use those goofy ahh nokia phones) she paid $1.08 to give his phone a girly ringtone she saw off of a magazine just to piss him off whenever his phone rung and to pick up as fast as possible since he's scared he'll be humiliated in front of his mates.

rokat♡ji🐰toji uses her vaseline after complaining about how she shouldn't be doing skincare because she's better off without it and how it's bad for her.

rokat♡ji🐰 roka's a great artist and when she's alone she'll draw fragments of him topless like he's her highschool crush.

rokat♡ji🐰they become judges of the kids' pictures with toji being straightforward about his thoughts while roka is more encouraging.

"roka! i drew a picture. do you like it?" megumi said handing it over to her.

"megumi, i love it!"

"do you like it, dad?"

"it's hideous."

"no it's not! sorry, dad's just feeling grumpy today. i think we should pin this to the fridge!"

"are you insane? we're not pinning that to the fridge."

"i think it's hideous too, but why don't you show some encouragement for your own son for a change??"

rokat♡ji🐰 she's hella careful with what she's doing when he's sick, but his way of being "sick" is a little unorthodox and has no clue on what to do when she's sick.

rokat♡ji🐰 toji can't get drunk, but roka can and no quicker than 5 shots. he always brings water with him for her when she feels the need to get out of her comfort zone for the night.

rokat♡ji🐰their height difference makes people laugh a little and the kids wonder why would toji be shorter if he's older.

rokat♡ji🐰he kinda wants people to catch them kissing, meanwhile roka hates pda passionately.

rokat♡ji🐰she has to drive because he doesn't know how and won't bother going to have his license plated.

rokat♡ji🐰once in a while, roka will experience severe panic attacks mostly at night without any cause and it gets so severe she'll begin screaming and pulling her hair because she's that petrified. he tries his best to comfort her in any way that he can considering he has some form of ptsd and tightly embraces her while repeating "i know, i know, i know" as a reassuring phrase.

#oc x canon

[dromjournal]

26 May 2022

There’s a - course? Race? Track? Anyway it’s like different terrains but only one way forward the entire time and it’s circular-ish, a whole lot of people - like hundreds - of different ages, status, genders are suddenly on the start-line. No one is told what is happening, they’re just there. A few people do start to quickly move forward, but most just kinda explores to try to figure out more. There’s weird animals that doesn’t exist in real life, but they’re all separate and caged and focused on their own stuff.

It’s not super long, maybe a few kilometers at most. There is sudden drops and sort-of buildings and so there’s a lot to explore. The last part before the end though is just a wall you need to climb/drop down followed by a straight asphalt yard a few hundred meters. At the end there’s like windows you have to climb through to get out. I find out it’s the end because as the guy I’m following gets there and sees the first person cross through, a sign shows up displaying something like 1/24. Then it continues 2/24 and so on. He realizes only a set amount of people will make it out, and runs back to get someone that he cared for. Since people are not hurrying, he does get back but it’s just at the very last few - 21, 22, 23 - when they gets there, and he makes the other person go through without telling her why. The next person that tries are as he predicted stopped, as an invisible wall is suddenly up and locks them inside.

So I am very thrown off by this, like, after hundreds of chapters (well,) you’re telling me tha main character just dies?? and is replaced by someone else??? But it turns out not to quite be the truth.

He is looped back to the wall, which he had been one of the first to scale. The animals are let loose this time, and he hears people’s screams as they start to run this time around. The people that had made it out is no longer there though, they are officially “out”.

This time he hurries over the asphalt yard as people are going fast this time, but it is different. There’s signs along the way explaining that they are going to die and how only 24 of them are going to get out - which makes people desperate, creepy uncanny valley large children slash dolls that move around like automated, huge pigs, pot holes with boiling water, eggs(??). At the end there is no windows to get through, just a stop. There’s a shack that looks freakishly oversized, like for a giant, with no possible way that he could open up the door. People catch up to him easily now that they’re hurried and desperate. 

He doesn’t hurry now, because death comes from all directions anyway, and every time he dies, time turns back and he has to start over. There’s no explanation for it. It doesn’t seem to be happening for anyone else as they do the same mistakes over and over.

Waiting at the wall, a dinosaur (raptor) soon shows up. It’s just a baby, cute almost though still the size of a full grown man. It doesn’t attack him, just seems wary. He gives it food and it starts to follow him like a street dog. It protects him from minor dangers such as the swarming humans that had trampled him the first round, as well as other raptors when they start showing up a little later, following people to eat them. Everytime he feeds the baby it grows, and depending on what he feeds it it becomes docile or blood thirsty. It never kills him as long as he befriends it at the start, but if it’s given too much meat it starts killing everything else and he can’t control it. As it leaves him alone to hunt the other raptors catch up to him and kills him. If it doesn’t get enough meat it won’t protect him in the first place. He realizes it’s a strict balance he needs to follow. But just the raptor isn’t enough to protect him forever - sooner or later a monster catch him off guard and he’s back at the start.

Along the last stretch though there is - riddles, for a lack of better word. They’re not obviously riddles at first, but as he looks at the signs talking about their doom closer he realizes there is ways he can manipulate them and with that manipulate the people around him. That’s the clue he needs to understand what he’s supposed to do. He turns the first sign off, but he doesn’t have the correct code for the second (or third). If he’s not fast, people see them first and freak out and he’ll die (again). It’s hard to find the right people among hundreds, almost impossibly so, but there is a man and a woman that can change them even when he can’t. The only way they stand out is the man is crying, a cloud of sadness following him. The woman got big red hair, shouting and being incredibly loud with some kinda comic-style shout-lightning lines over her head. Both of them influences the people around them to act more irrationally, so he needs to get to them quickly and convince them that they must bring people hope. He is good at talking, at manipulating people. He might convince one but not have enough time left to find the other. It works out with both after many, many tries. They do it,change the signs, people stop pushing and freaking out.

He continues to the next riddle for the first time - all the weird children. Their “mum” appears through a doorway, says it’s time to slaughter the pigs, and for the children to bring them to her. It’s the first time he hears this clue. In the earlier rounds - obviously - this results in the children bringing in humans, as the pigs will run too fast and also kill people in their way. But he’s seen enough by this round that this riddle - that isn’t time limited in the same way the first ones had been - feels easy. He knows that the pigs chase after boiled potatoes.

So he starts quickly collecting potatoes, throwing them in a hole of boiling water to spread the smell. This makes the pigs interested and they begin to flock there. The children leave people alone.

When he gets to the shack, the baby dino shows up again. By now it’s grown up and huge. He sorta asks it to help him get in to the shack, which it does by tearing away a part of the front lol. 

He gets a response, somehow. He don’t know from who or how, just that he recognizes the voice. He is told “congratulations, I was right to put my faith in you” or something like that but in a way that sounds more smug and like betting on a winning race horse. Then a screen shows up asking him to create a world basically like creating a document on a computer. He has to name it, which he creatively names like “the world” or similar. By winnning this, he becomes a minor god. 

The voice belongs to his “oversee:er”, a god of sorts tasked with his training, He is the one creating this whole scenario. He got a, i don’t know what, aura? and it’s white as a human. To be a “proper” god out of training it needs to be dark. With every death/new experience, it gets a little darker. Despite his many deaths it’s barely gray though, far from enough.

He finds out more than he’s supposed to about his oversee:er. 

[kelpie-arts]

This is Aka’s twin! Their name is Putu and they’re traveling with Aka to develop their psonic powers. Putu will be played by my friend whenever we finally get the chance.

#Putu #d&d characters #I'll tag their player when he gets his d&d blog running #why does this have to be freakishly large

[severelytalentless]

Chemistry Part 1

FlirtyFuckboy!Gojo x VirginLabPartner!Reader

I have the fattest crush on this idiot. This is mostly me fantasizing about interacting with him in college. I'm obsessed.

Probably going to keep this going. Maybe get Suguru involved later.

18+ Content: sexual scenarios and strong language, sexual harassment?, exhibitionism, teasing, dirty talk, dubcon, fingering

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(swoon - beach weather)

"Gojo, please. We have to focus." you plead with him, exhausted, as he plays around on his phone. The stick of his lollipop rolls around to the other side of his mouth. He shoots you a sideways glance over those trendy shades and smirks.

"Do you have a mouse in your pocket?" his eyes track down the scrolling screen in his hands.

"What?" you furrow your brow in confusion. You don't have the energy for his games right now. What is he on about?

"You said WE need to focus," he leans the chair back onto two legs, kicking his feet up on the table, "who is we? You and the mouse?" his nose wrinkles as he snickers to himself. His snarky grin is giving you a headache.

You huff and fix your glasses back on your nose.

This is absolutely pointless.

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When your chemistry professor pulled you aside after class, you expected to chat about your senior thesis. Instead, he all but got down on his knees and begged you to work with Gojo on the midterm lab.

"I have no one else for him." You groaned and turned away.

"That's not my headache." You stuffed books into your bag, ready to leave this conversation.

"Listen, I know he's a bit troublesome but if you just-"

"Troublesome? A bit troublesome? Really, professor?" he sighed at the look you gave him.

"Y/N, can you please just do me this favor? You owe me for pushing that late submission through last trimester." he's still holding that over your head?

"Oh come on! That's nowhere close to a fair trade." You have too much going on right now to have Satoru Gojo dropped onto your plate.

He crossed his arms, "I've already paired everyone up."

You scowled at him and threw your bag over your shoulder.

"He's yours."

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You look at your watch. 8:30pm. Jesus.

"That's it." You drop your pen into the spine of your textbook. He raises his eyebrows as you push back your chair and stand up.

"Wai-wait, where are you going?" He watches you let your hair fall out of the bun on top of your head and you walk out of the library study room without another word.

You run your fingers through your hair and sigh, releasing your frustration. You have a long list of problems in your life and he will not be making that list tonight.

"Not so fast tiger" he strides up beside you out of nowhere. You roll your eyes and keep walking.

"Where we goin'?"

"I need coffee."

"Oh, when did this become a date?" he straightens the collar of his button-down and puffs out his chest.

'Insufferable' you keep your mouth shut. You refuse to react, turning the corner towards the library cafe.

"Slow down babe" he pops the sucker out of his mouth and takes a couple big steps with those freakishly long legs to catch up to you.

"Not your babe." Your face feels hot.

"You could be.." he leans forward and flashes you a flirty grin as you walk side by side up to the counter.

"Ugh" you scoff and shoo him away, stepping up to order. He clears his throat and nudges in front of you.

"Yes! Good evening, I'll have a large hot chocolate with extra whip," he gestures to you, "and for the pretty lady?" you glare at him.

"...macchiatto, double shot, please." You turn and spit fire at him, "this is not a date, jackass."

He smugly whips his card from his wallet, "And yet, I'm paying for your coffee.." The wink he throws at you is lethal.

There's no way he isn't pleased by the blush in your cheeks. You try to convince yourself that it's the rage...

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You just cannot stand him. Always disrupting class with stupid jokes. Erupting into obnoxious laughter out of nowhere in the back with his buddies. His whole devil-may-care attitude might pull other girls, but there's no way you have any feelings for this idiot other than irritation.

You've seen him in action all over campus. Tickling some little freshman under the chin outside the dining hall, making her giggle and flip her hair. Another poor clueless girl falling headfirst into his trap. You roll your eyes and go about your business. You don’t need any of that from him. You have purposely kept your distance for the last 3 years, doing your best to stay off his radar.

That didn't stop him from trying to peek under your skirt last week in lab. You were leaning over the table, reaching up for a beaker. You didn't notice him tilting back in his chair to lift the fabric with his finger until Suguru snorted out a squashed laugh. You whipped around and swatted at his hand. He shook his fingers and sucked his teeth,

"Ouch..I was just lookin’ honey..wasn't gonna touch.." that nasty little smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"GOJO. GETO. Knock it off!" Your professor barked from his desk, hearing the laughter.

"Sorry teach! She just looks so cute in this skirt today." He called out with absolutely no shame, eyes trained on your flustered face,

"GOJO! That's enough."

“really fuckin’ cute..” he added under his breath, rolling his lollipop on his tongue.

You'd never been so embarrassed. You flipped back around and snatched the beaker, holding the back of your skirt down, before rushing to the other side of the lab bench. Your cheeks burned through the rest of class. You will not be wearing that skirt to lab again.

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He stares after you. Your hair sways back and forth as you strut down the hall away from him. It brushes just shy of your belt loop. He bites down on his lollipop watching the way your hips swing.

You’re so fucking hot when you're mad...

He hums a groan under his breath and jogs to catch up.

"Okay stop.." He grabs your icy shoulder to try and slow your roll. You sip your coffee and shrug his hand off, you don’t even look at him.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I know I tease you too much.” You’re not buying it. Gojo is many things, but sincere isn’t one of them.

“Hey! I was just messing with you, you don’t have to be so-“ he trips a few steps past you when you stop dead, leaving him to spin back around.

“SO WHAT? So serious? So mean? Do you think I’m a bitch? How would you like me to act Gojo? HUH? What would please you? I’m not a little freshman play toy. I’ve had ENOUGH of your bullshit! We need to get back and get this fucking midterm done because I will NOT let you drag my grade down! Is that clear?!”

Your shoulders heave and your hands feel shaky from the cathartic release. That felt good. You’ve never raised your voice at someone like that. You tend to avoid confrontation, but he just brings the fire out of you. You glare at the open-mouthed dumbstruck look on his face.

Silence fills the hallway. He’s stunned. You’ve never seen him so still, or quiet. He finally shuts his mouth and you see his eyes flick to your left.

He moves toward you with a stern look on his face. Your stomach flips.

Is he mad? He’s never mad.

“Come with me.” He takes your arm.

“No, why?” You yank away and furrow your brows. He takes his hand off you and raises both in surrender. He lets out a heavy sigh, walks over, and opens the door to your left.

“Just come on.”

You stay put and examine him, weary of his change in demeanor. It’s not anger. Almost smells like defeat. You relent and pass through the doorway.

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(drew barrymore - bryce vine)

You look around to find yourself in an unfamiliar, dimly lit area of the stacks. The school library is a labyrinth and you’ve never been in through this door before. The nearest light sits on a desk by the windows about 6 or 7 rows down.

You turn to see him placing his coffee cup in a gap on the shelf. You swallow hard, suddenly nervous and regretting the way you shouted at him. He doesn’t seem like himself. He steps forward and you step back, maintaining distance. You try to step back again but the shelves block you. You clutch your coffee as he gets closer than you’d like him to be.

“I’ve never heard you swear before.” His remark surprises you. He takes the cup from your hands and sets it on a shelf. His voice is hushed and you're not sure you like the way he's looking at you.

“Well you were pissing me off..” he’s in your personal space and you’re suddenly conscious of your breathing.

“Mm, that’s fair. Just didn’t know you used those kinds of words.” He gently teases you again and your face grows hot. You roll your eyes at him for the millionth time, trying to shake off this weird tension between you.

“Gojo, what are we doing in here?”

“You were making a scene.”

“I wasn’t, you just wouldn’t-“

“Have you ever been fucked?”

Your heart dives into your stomach.

His eyes flick down to your lips.

“I bet you haven’t.”

Is he messing with you again? This is outrageous.

“That’s none of your business.”

He clicks his tongue and drops his chin, leaning forward just a little more.

“Nah, I can tell. No one’s ever touched you.”

You hold your breath as his fingers ghost over the goosebumps on your arm. Sparks fly off your skin and your heart races around in your chest. His words tie a dirty little knot into your guts.

“Have you ever touched yourself?”

You huff at his audacity. Now he’s just being rude. He hums back and lightly bumps his hips into yours. You bump back into the stacks.

“Mhm, I bet you do it all the time. Does it make you feel good?”

Your eyes dart away to escape the intensity of his eye contact. He really has no shame. You see his grin widen out of the corner of your eye.

"D'you make yourself cum?"

Heat surges up into your face and down between your legs in the same instant. You try to hide it but you're completely flustered. He can see it all over your face. His cock throbs against his zipper, picturing you touching your own body.

His hand comes up by your head and he leans against the shelves, caging you in.

“Wonder what kind of pretty sounds you can make.” He just keeps going, you shift your weight, and flinch when his hand lands on your waist.

“What d'you think about with your fingers in your cunt?” Your eyes jump back to him at the vulgar words. He squeezes your waist and the little knot twists again. You pull a quick breath when he leans in next to your ear.

“D'you think about me?” He whispers too close, it triggers a wash of chills over your skin. Your walls tighten inside you. His hand starts sliding up the curve of your waist and slips under your shirt. Your exhale catches his ear as he cups your bra.

“Is that a yes?” He squeezes and his other hand moves to skate around your shoulder and under your hair. He blindly unclasps your bra through your shirt like he’s done it a thousand times. His fingers then quickly find their way to your nipples and start to play.

You bite hard into your lip to stifle your moan but he hears it in your throat. He smirks. This is your first time and it fucking shows.

“Your imagination ain’t enough, is it?”

His impish sneer wrinkles his nose and he bites down on the stick of his sucker before pulling it out of his mouth. Your mouth falls open with a sigh when he pinches a little harder and he drops it on your tongue. It’s cherry-flavored and you don’t think twice as you fold your lips around it.

Gojo likes what he sees.

“Pretty girl, I can think of so many things to do with that mouth.”

His knee nudges between your thighs and pushes up against your heat. You hum and your tongue curls around the lollipop. His hands leave your breasts to squeeze your hips and rock you on his thigh. You crunch down on the candy and grasp at his shirt at the sudden friction. Your breath comes out hot and you look up at him with big puppy eyes.

“You like that, hm?”

You nod automatically. Waves of pleasure radiate from your clit, and tug on the knot in your core. You drop your weight down onto him against your will.

What has gotten into you?

"D'you want me to play with you? Want me to show you how good this can feel?"

"Hng..ah.." he pushes into you, pressing you against the stacks. You paw at his shoulders to steady yourself as he adds even more pressure between your legs.

"There we go.." he sweeps your hair off your neck and his lips hit your skin. Electricity hums through your nerves.

"Ohh.." a hushed little moan rolls off your tongue. His hands slide back up under your shirt and continue groping your breasts.

"Such a frustrated little virgin.."

"Mmmh.." that moan came out a little louder, your whole body feels like it's resonating. He drags his tongue up your neck.

"I can fix that.."

It's just too much. Your head thumps back into the books.

"Oh my god.."

You've never felt anything this hot. It's similar to the times you've laid in bed exploring your own body, but this just feels so much better. You don't even care that it's him.

Maybe it's better because it is.

Gojo can’t believe the sounds you’re making for him. He’s finally caught his mouse and you aren’t even putting up a fight.

Little do you know, he's been simping over you since freshman year.

There’s something about you. The sweet innocence is there, but you also have this sharp little attitude that he just can't resist. The combination has always intrigued him.

And you don’t even realize what you do to him. You don't know how much you turn him on. He can't stand it when you walk into class wearing those overall shorts that hug your ass just right. That headband you wear is ridiculously sexy. And you’re so damn smart.

He daydreams in class about fucking you on every surface in the lab.

You’ve deflected every one of his advances, yet you always storm off with a flush in your cheeks. You’re the one thing he’s not allowed to touch. The toy on the shelf that he hasn’t been able to reach.

Until now.

"Don't play coy with me anymore," he whispers in your ear.

"Be honest. You liked it when I lifted your skirt last week, didn't you?"

You hum as he squeezes your ass.

"I saw those lacey little panties, y'know.."

He moves his thigh out from between your legs and you're embarrassed by the needy feeling that hits you. He looks at your desperate blushy face and grins.

"Are you wearing them right now?"

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You blink and he's already unzipped your fly. Your heart punches at your ribs when you feel his hand slide down inside. His fingers start rubbing into your slit through your panties and your entire body shudders. Your hands fly onto his forearm when he bumps into your clit. He pauses there and eats up the fervent arousal painted on your cute face.

“You can tell me to stop..” He knows you won’t. He keeps rubbing.

The sexual frustration is radiating off you like a heater.

He's so right. You’re dying to be touched like this.

Your mind is running in a hundred different directions, trying to decide what to do, but the way he's massaging your throbbing clit is melting your focus and dismantling your will.

He pushes in on your sensitive bud and you gasp, gripping his arm and shaking your head.

“Use your words, what d'you want me to do?” He rolls it around under his finger, pulsing pleasure through you like you've never felt before.

He bites the end of the stick hanging from your lips and takes it back. He rolls it to the corner of his smirk and waits for you to give in and answer him.

You know what you should do but the aching twist in your core won't let you.

“Mmph...don’t stop..”

“That's what I thought..”

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Part 2

#jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo imagine #gojo fanfic #satoru gojo smut #gojo simp

[ihaveafandom-problem554]

how do you think the spider fam would react to meeting a drider [half human half spider, huge and hunts large animals] who's sweet and motherly to everyone?

How do I think?

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- I think the spider Father was the first to find the Drider

- They're both freakishly big and would be mistaken for a 12 kizuki

- You wouldn't be able to contain your excitement on how wonderful he looked

- He never had anyone complement him on his looks.. like have you seen him?

- At first he thought you were lying just to flatter him, but then he saw the genuine look in your eyes and tone in your voice

- He felt loved for once

- The father would have loved the Drider so much he would immediately send you to Rui, he would love it if you played the "mother" role

- When he does send him to Rui, he so confused

- Where did this come from? Did he create this? Why does she look a lot like older spider brother?

- Why does she look a lot like older spider brother?

- As Rui's thinking about the strange thing infront of him, the Drider already made her way to adore the rest of the family. Spoiling both Ani(Spider Brother) and Oni(Spider sister) with complements on how lovely they look and wanting them both to show her their abilities

- Ani would most definitely be the first one to show off, wanting all the attention he could get from you. The more you complemented and praised him, the more attention he wanted

- Yet you couldn't help yourself, in your opinion he was an adorable child that just wants to he spoiled. You continued to praise him on literally everything he did

- Oni finally catching on, tried to get as much attention and praise from you as well. You were there for about 3 minutes and Oni can feel the kind and motherly love from you

- All Oni did was stutter a 'hey!' And all your attention was already on her, and she loved it.

- Rui would watch in amusement at the way his siblings would fight for the Drider's attention

- You would catch him smiling and immediately pick him up and adore him

- Squishing his cheeks gently, gentle kisses to the nose and short sweet praises you said out loud

- Rui did not want to be put back down. He absolutely loved the affection he got from you

- You turned him to "Scary cold-hearted dictator" to an actual child so quick

- The father just stared.. wondering when Rui was going to change him into a mother

- Sure, he was happy to see his "kids" also taking a liking to the mother as much as he did.. But why is it taking so long?

- All the family members would and will fight for your attention and affection

- Rui obviously getting it the most but the rest of the family tries!

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#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer headcanons #kny rui #rui #demon slayer rui #kny headcanons #older spider brother #spider father #spider family #spider sisters