#{Vendere Answers

[arcxnumvitae]

You’ve done well so well it’s almost impressive. I didn’t think the rumors were true — and in part I’m still a skeptic. Another is … well, let’s just say I’m mildly entertained with the thought of wrapping my hand around your throat and seeing how long it’ll take to crush it … (Ven)

Anon // mentioning @lunarxdaydream || Not Accepting

Anonymously send me something your muse is secretly thinking about mine.

He almost ended up getting caught up in the praise....almost. "Haha," Ven laughed awkwardly, "wh-what the hell?"

[vonlipvig]

me salió una propaganda de not for broadcast en youtube, de la expansión 'live & spooky'? y nada, me acordé de vos jiji <3

EFECTIVAMENTE ESOS SON MIS CHIQUITOS BIEN AHI EL ADVERTISEMENT BUDGET LET'S GOOOOO 📺

[babejinxy]

In love with you - part 4

Pairing: Powder x fem!reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, SMUT, kissing, fluff

Synopsis: Powder had been your best friend for years, the two of you met when she was running from the cops when she and her brothers broke into and blew up an apartment in Piltover and you helped them escape. What you never imagined, is that the love of your life was always right there in front of you…

A/N: This is a fic about Powder from the alternate universe, it has nothing to do with Jinx.

🌟 English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

💙 @brocoliisscared @bbybubbles @cattjull

Gert was about to call you to a quieter, more private place when you both heard Vender's voice calling her from the bar. "Gert, I need you here, now," he said. She huffed and looked back at you, "It seems like I was missed, I'll see you later tonight? Even if it's late, Zaun never sleeps." You laughed, "Of course, I'll be here." She approached you and kissed your cheek, "See you later, beautiful."

You had barely gotten away from Gert when another guy came up to you and put his hand on your shoulder. “I thought I’d never see you again, princess.” He was very blond and slender, you had no idea who he was. He noticed your look of confusion and said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Deckard, the guy who sent you the note the other day.” So it was him, he was actually kind of cute, just like you thought, but it wasn't like you were interested in him. “You didn’t show up, I was thinking that maybe your friend hadn’t given you my note.” He said as he approached you, he seemed to be already drunk.

“I was just leaving,” you took a step back to get away from him. “Oh, I understand. I’m lucky to find you here today. Can we talk?” he said, pulling you by the waist. “I thought you wanted to talk,” you said, pushing him away from you. “Oh, come on? Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, getting closer again. You rolled your eyes and moved away from him again, “No, I don’t.” “Then what’s the problem love?”. Before you could answer, you heard Powder’s voice behind him.

“The problem is, she’s not interested right now,” she said, her hands on her hips, and you felt relieved to see her. He turned his head to look at her, “You’re the one who vouches for her, sweetheart?” he scoffed. “No, I’m the one who vouches for myself, and she’s right, I’m not interested.” He pursed his lips, “Alright, alright,” he held his hands up in surrender, “We can take this slow, how about I buy you a drink first, baby doll?”

Once again Powder butted in, this time she stopped beside you. “How about this, you go enjoy the party and spend your money on yourself, before you get kicked out of the bar.” He frowned and laughed, “And who’s going to kick me out, you? Is the bar yours by any chance?”, he said mocking her once more. “Something like that since my father owns the bar.” He wiped the arrogant smile from his lips, “Vender?!”, he said swallowing hard. “That’s it, are you going to leave her alone or will I have to call him to sort this out with you?” Once again he raised his hands in surrender, “kay, sorry to bother you,” he told you before disappearing from sight.

You looked at her, “hey,” you smiled. “Hey you,” she said, smiling awkwardly. “Thanks for that, Pow Pow.” She shrugged, “I couldn’t let him bother you”. “Good thing you showed up then, my savior,” you said laughing. “The guys here aren’t like the guys you’re used to, you have to know how to deal with them”. “It seems like you’ve learned well”. She shrugged, “I had to get by.”

Vender was keeping an eye on the two of you and decided to help out. He changed the upbeat song that was playing to a slower one and Powder looked at him. He smiled at her and made a sign to invite you to dance. Something in his gaze always comforted and encouraged her.

“Dance with me?” she asked suddenly, without thinking much otherwise she would lose her courage. You smiled and took her hand that was extended to you. She held your waist and you wrapped your arms around her neck and she led you to the music. Powder's heart was pounding inside her, she was nervous, this was much more than a dance with a best friend and the tension between the two of you proved it.

“He’s still staring at you,” she said, referring to Deckard. “Ignore him,” you said quietly. “No way,” she said, staring at him. “Why not?”. “Well, why…” she hesitated for a moment and then you interrupted her, laughing a little, “he’s the guy from the note.” She twisted her lips, “seriously?! So he’s nothing like you expected?”, she asked curiously. “Actually, I wasn’t expecting anything, but he’s disgusting.” The wind blew, making your perfume spread, she closed her eyes to smell you and then asked, “what about Gert?”.“Oh, she… well, she… she’s nice, she’s pretty, but…” you hesitated. “But?…”, Powder asked, stopping moving with you.

“But she’s not for me,” you closed your eyes and bit your lower lip, trying to hold back the tears, “all this life… all these people, this coming and going of loves in my life and I never wanted to admit that none of these people were my person, and I’m afraid of never… never finding the right person for me, that’s why I always gave myself so easily to anyone who came along and was never valued as I deserved.” Your eyes were watery, but you swallowed your tears. You took your arms off her neck and placed your hands on either side of her collarbone.

Powder brought her right hand to your face while she kept her other hand on your waist, where she pressed a little. “Y/n look at me”, she whispered in a hoarse voice. She was going to kiss you, she was finally going to taste your cherry lip gloss straight from your lips, like she always dreamed. You raised your gaze to her and in that moment looking into her eyes, with her breath mixing with yours, was the moment when everything came to the surface. Your feeling for her - that you had repressed for years - the love beyond friendship that you felt for her. In that moment you remembered that you had always been in love with her, but it was much easier to block that feeling than to live it. It was her, Powder was your person, the one you loved and would always love.

You started to feel your heart racing inside your chest, you were having trouble breathing, you were starting to have an anxiety attack. “Oh no! Powder I need… sorry, I need to get out of here.” You pulled away from her and ran away from everything.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁

You stopped in a dark alley away from The Last Drop and leaned against a wall to catch your breath and try to calm down from your anxiety attack. You began to cry frantically, sliding down the wall to the floor, where you buried your face in your hands. You knew it was too dangerous for someone like you to be in a dark alley alone in Zaun. But you were too panicked to be afraid of that.

You loved your best friend, in the romantic sense of the word. You realized this a few years ago, but you kept this feeling so bottled up inside you that you forgot about it. Then you realized, your fear wasn't of ending up alone, you just wanted to transfer everything you felt for Powder to someone else, that's why you had an endless list of boyfriends and girlfriends that didn't work out. It's amazing what our subconscious is capable of, isn't it?

You gradually calmed down and after the adrenaline and anxiety attack had passed, you began to notice how the night was getting colder and darker and you realized that you were in a dark alley alone in Zaun. As much as Vender had managed to control the bandits in the underground city, it was still dangerous for a Piltie like you to be there alone.

You pulled yourself together and thought it would be best to apologize to Powder for running away like that. You weren't ready to tell her how you felt about her, so you would make up an excuse for your behavior and everything would be resolved.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁

You went back to the bar and looked for her, but apparently she wasn’t there anymore. You bumped into Gert - who was walking with a tray of drinks in her hand - by accident as you walked through the dancing and singing crowd. “I’m sorry,” you said before realizing it was her. “Don’t worry princess, it’s just me,” she said winking at you, she leaned close to your ear, “just a few more hours and I’ll be free, you can make it up to me,” she kissed your cheek before going back to serving drinks. “Sorry Gert, not today,” you said to yourself.

You were trying to get out of the crowd when you felt someone pull you by the arm and grab your waist, you were relieved when you realized that this time it was Mylo. ​​“Hey, I looked for you everywhere, where’s Powder?”, he asked dancing with you. “I’d like to know too”, you said trying to get away from him. He spun you around and laid you down, holding your hand with one hand and the other on your back. You stood up and tried to get away from him, “Not now Mylo”, you said but he pulled you again and spun you around again. “See how great a partner I am, very attractive too”, he said boasting and then pouted to kiss you.

“I’m sure someone thinks so,” you said, turning your face away from him. “There’s not a girl at this party who wouldn’t want to be with me,” he boasted again, “but I only have my eyes on one,” he showed his teeth in a smile and raised an eyebrow at you. You pursed your lips and before you could try to move away from him again, Claggor appeared and put his arm around Mylo shoulders.

You took the opportunity and got out of Mylo's hands. "What's up Y/n? Is Mylo embarrassing himself again?" You held back a laugh, "no, he's a great dancer, but a terrible flirt." He crossed his arms and said, "she's just playing hard to get," he said convinced of it and you laughed, he was so ridiculous that it was almost funny, although Powder found it annoying. "Do you know where Powder is?" you asked finally. “She’s not here, I thought she was with you… have you tried checking her workshop?” Claggor replied. “I’ll stop by, thanks boys”.

“Hey, Y/n,” Mylo yelled behind you and you turned to look at him. “You can thank me in another way if you want, I wouldn’t mind if…”, he put his index finger to his lips and you understood what he wanted, you just rolled your eyes and went to look for Powder. You couldn’t see when Claggor slapped Mylo on the head, “oh, what the fuck is this you animal?!”, he said raising his arms. “Stop being an idiot,” Claggor replied. “Man… I don’t understand how you let a girl like Y/n climb out of your fingers,” he said massaging his head. “Powder is in love with her, you would realize if you weren’t such an asshole,” Claggor replied. Mylo curled his lips, “Powder? Seriously?”.

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You entered Powder's workshop silently, she didn't notice you. She was sitting on the couch, with her knees to her chest and her head down. She was feeling terrible and embarrassed. You probably would have realized that she loved you beyond friendship and that's why you ran away. You didn't love her that way and it scared you. Now she had ruined everything and that would shake the friendship between you.

“Pow Pow?” you said, standing behind her. The sweet sound of your voice brought her out of her dark thoughts. She lifted her head and looked at you. Your eyes were still red from crying, you smiled at her, but she was too nervous to smile back. Although your smile could fix anything.

You approached her and sat next to her. “Look, I’m sorry I left like that, it was hard for me… to admit those things,” you said with a sigh. As she looked at you and felt your scent again so close to her, you right there in front of her made her remember Vender’s voice saying, “Isn’t she worth the risk?” Then she readjusted herself on the couch, turning to face you and gathering all the courage she had inside her.

“I think it’s time for me to admit some things to you too,” her heart could explode at any moment, just like yours. “The truth is, I always wished that all those people you were with could be me… I asked myself every day, “why not me?”, but then I remembered that you love me like a friend or even a sister, and it hurt, but…”. Your heart skipped a beat with each of her words, “Powder I…”, you interrupted her, but she interrupted you back, “wait please, let me talk… it hurts knowing that I’ll never be able to have you in any other way than as a friend, but I don’t care, having you in my life in any way is already worth it. I always watch you, when you're putting on makeup or reading or studying or even when you're not doing anything because... you're beautiful and perfect and it's good to just stop and look at you... I'm sorry I kept this in for all these years, it's just that I've always been afraid of ruining what we have, I couldn't bear to be without you around because the truth is that you're the love of my life, I..."

“... love you,” you both said the words in unison. She stopped for a moment and looked at you with her beautiful, bright blue eyes. “W-what?” she asked, her voice breaking. You smiled with your eyes watering, “I love you too Pow Pow, I held back that feeling because I thought it would be easier that way… I gave my heart to so many people when I should have given it only to you, to whom it always truly belonged, now I know that.”

She smiled and laughed a little, “How stupid we are… I could have had you from the beginning”, she whispered, bringing her face closer to yours, while looking from your lips to your eyes. “I think things have their right time to happen”, you whispered back. “But we make it so complicated”, she placed her hands on each side of your face and rested her forehead against yours. You held her wrists, “well, we don’t have to do this anymore”.

“I had a dream where I kissed you, I’ve had that dream a million times,” she whispered, looking at your lips. “You can kiss me now,” you said and at the same moment her lips kissed yours and she gasped as she finally felt the cherry taste of your lip gloss on your soft lips. You two smiled into the kiss and you wrapped your arms around her neck while her hands traveled to your waist.

She squeezed you a little and settled herself on the couch, making you understand what she wanted. Still with your lips on hers, you sat on her lap and at that moment, she deepened the kiss. Powder pulled your lower lip between her teeth and then slammed her tongue into yours, taking full control of the situation and swirling your tongue around hers and then biting your lip again. You never thought she could be so dominant, but you loved it.

She put her hands under your blouse and felt your hot, goosebumps-filled skin. She squeezed your waist again and you gasped into her mouth. It was your turn to pull her lower lip between your teeth and she squeezed your sides again at the sensation. Powder held the hem of your blouse and you only stopped kissing for her to take it off your body. Before she kissed you again, she ran her eyes over your round, perfect breasts, still covered by your white lace bra.

You both smiled and you went back to crashing your lips into hers and she soon dominated it again. Her hands went up from your waist to your breasts and she placed them there, just feeling the exposed skin of your breasts. She stopped the kiss and looked at her hands on your breast, her thumb drawing circles on the top of them slowly. You bit your lower lip and she - still with her hands on your breasts - went back to devouring your already red and swollen lips.

She laid you down on the couch, getting on top of you, her tongue still exploring every corner of your mouth. She stopped the kiss and nuzzled her nose your neck, feeling your goosebumps and your scent that she loved. She nuzzled her nose slowly down to the valley of your breasts still covered by your bra and returned to your neck where she finally began to plant hot kisses on your skin, you closed your eyes at the sensation as you moaned softly and sweetly…

So, part 5?

[patrycarro]

TS3 - Plaza de las Flores (No CC)

ENG:

Do you need organic products to prepare your favorite recipes? Are you looking to eat healthier but don’t know where to find 100% natural and wholesome ingredients? Would you like to sell your harvests on your own terms? Or maybe you’re just searching for a peaceful spot to enjoy a cup of coffee or a snack with your family? If you answered yes to any of these questions, Plaza de las Flores is the place for you.

Like many Simmers, I love playing with my Sims in the countryside: planting, harvesting, taking care of animals, and cooking delicious homemade recipes. I’ve always felt the game was missing a marketplace where Sims could sell their hard-earned produce, relax, and enjoy a good meal. So, I decided to create one myself.

I hope all gardening enthusiasts love the result as much as I do! I wanted it to match the rustic charm of Appaloosa Plains and its warm, countryside atmosphere, and I think I managed to achieve just that.

Features:

Lot type: Community, small park

Lot size: 40x30

Furnished lot value: 83.143 §

Unfurnished lot value: 57.484 §

Packs used in this build: EP01, EP05, EP09

Requirements:

Humble Harvest Stands from the store.

Terms and conditions:

DO NOT claim my creations as your own.

If you want to use any of my builds in your custom world or save file, you are allowed to do so, BUT make sure to credit me as the original creator.

DO NOT re-upload my content under any circumstances; share it with your friends using my own links.

If you experience any issues, let me know and I’ll try to fix it as soon as possible.

Download it here. 🤍

SPA:

¿Necesitas productos orgánicos para preparar tus recetas favoritas? ¿Quieres empezar a comer más sano pero no sabes dónde comprar ingredientes saludables y de origen 100% natural? ¿Te gustaría empezar a vender tus cosechas bajo tus propias condiciones? ¿Buscas un lugar tranquilo donde tomarte un simple café o merendar con tu familia? Si has respondido que sí a alguna de estas preguntas, la plaza de las Flores es tu lugar.

Como a muchos otros Simmers, me encanta jugar con mis Sims en el campo: plantar, cosechar, cuidar y alimentar a los animales, preparar deliciosas recetas caseras... Y siempre he echado en falta un mercadillo donde estos pudiesen vender lo que producen en casa con tanto esfuerzo y dedicación, pero en el cual también pudieran pasar el rato y comer algo, por lo que decidí hacer uno yo misma.

Espero que a todos los amantes de la jardinería os guste el resultado tanto como a mí; quería que encajase con el estilo rústico de Appaloosa Plains y su cálido y campestre ambiente y creo que lo he conseguido.

Características:

Tipo de solar: Comunitario, parque pequeño

Tamaño del solar: 40x30

Valor del solar amueblado: 83.143 §

Valor del solar sin amueblar: 57.484 §

Packs utilizados en esta construcción: EP01, EP05, EP09

Requisitos:

Puestos "La buena cosecha" de la tienda.

Términos y condiciones:

NO proclames mis creaciones como tuyas.

Si quieres usar alguna de mis construcciones en tu mundo personalizado o save file, tienes permitido hacerlo, PERO deja claro que yo soy su creadora original.

NO resubas mi contenido bajo ninguna excepción; compártelo con tus conocidos usando mis propios enlaces.

Si experimentas algún problema, házmelo saber e intentaré solucionarlo lo antes posible.

Descárgala aquí. 🤍

[tiredfox64]

Hellooo! First of all, I love your fics, especially Tomas's. They are very entertaining and the way you write is just great ^^

This is more of a question than a request, although you can develop it further if you want.

How would the linkuei trio react to a s/o who says "I hate men... except you"

It came to me out of nowhere and I thought it was funny 🙃

There Are Exceptions

Prior notes: Hehehe I throughly enjoyed writing this. Also I forgot to say this with other people’s requests who gave me compliments but thank you so much for liking my writing! (*´∀｀*)

Pairing: Lin Kuei Bros x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: Men

Bi-Han

These dim witted, nitwit goobers who serve your husband are too much to handle. All they know how to do is punch and kick. They have no other survival instincts that can save their asses.

It’s so tiring being the one to try to help them with whatever. A woman can only do so much.

You tried teaching them how to sew only for them to say something stupid like it’s a woman’s hobby. Forget about cooking. You have never seen someone screw up scramble eggs so much that it doesn’t even form. How the fuck does it stay watery? And why are you the only one who knows how to fold clothes? Screw steaming out their wrinkles.

Your last straw today came in the nighttime when one of the clansmen came up to you and ask the most stupidest question you have ever heard.

“Uhm, some of the men were telling me that a woman’s period was when she peels her skin every month. Is that true? Cause if it is you hide it well.” This clueless assassin…oh goodness.

You just stared blankly at the young man. It had to be a joke, right? They can’t be that stupid. Actually, you don’t want to know if they are that stupid. You walked away briskly with one thing on your mind and you had to shout it out. The moment you walk into your bedroom you slammed the door shut and screamed,

“I hate men!”

Bi-Han was already in bed, waiting for you to come around. He stared at you with that grumpy expression he always has before folding his arms in front of his chest. A low grumble was being emitted by him.

How can you say you hate men when you are married to one? One that treats you like the queen you are considered you are the grandmaster’s wife. He is also one who pleasures you till you are fully satisfied. Course, it’s more like you have to go on until he is satisfied.

“…except you.”

“Mhm, that’s right. I should be the exception here. I am the grandmaster, I deserve your full respect.” Bi-Han reminded you of his role as if he doesn’t do so every day.

“And you are also my husband,” you walked up to him and placed a kiss on his forehead, “Now would you mind spooning me for tonight.”

“After that outburst, I am unsure if you deserve it.” Now he’s just being petty.

You pouted as you changed into your sleepwear. If Bi-Han looked for at least five seconds he would have caved. But he looked away immediately to prevent himself from changing his decision. You huffed as you slipped into bed. You went on your side and pretended like you didn’t care. You did because you always lost the idgaf war.

“Please, I love you.” You said over your shoulder.

Bi-Han let out a groan before turning over and wrapping his arms around your waist. Haha you win.

You may not like men but you love this man. You like this man because he’s your man.

Kuai Liang

Why does no one think of the logical answer to something?

You go out to the market all the time so you could help feed the Shirai Ryu. It helps lessen responsibilities for your husband. But even this simple task is made difficult and stupid because of some of the venders. More specifically the men.

You asked for watermelon and they hand you plastic containers with the funkiest bits of watermelon. They are discolored and are definitely past their ripeness. Yet they all tell you it’s fine. It’s not fine! It’s not good quality! Why even cut the watermelon in the first place you can do it yourself!

You want some mangos? Well you can’t fucking have any because they don’t got it. Oh what’s that? A BUNCH OF FUCKING MANGOS RIGHT BEHIND THEM! And they tell you that those are honey mangoes you didn’t specifically ask for those. They told you no because they thought you wanted Haden mangoes. Just give the woman a fucking mango!

You’re so over those male venders. They never even help you pack the carts up.

You’re too tired went you get back to the temple. You let everyone else pack the food away without helping out this time. You can’t be bothered. You take your shoes off, step into the temple, and sigh heavily.

“I hate men.” You groaned.

You didn’t realize Kuai Liang was coming up to you to greet you. You looked up and saw his face. He stared blankly with a bit of concern.

“…except you.”

You wanted to make it right so you ran up to him, giving him many kisses and hugging him.

“What has made you so hateful, my love? Did someone at the market bother you?” He asked with concern.

Kuai Liang was not at all mad at what you said. He found it odd which meant there was something wrong. His hands went up to check if maybe it was something physical. He would hate to find out you were hurt while out. What kind of husband would he be if he can’t protect his wife?

“Many people bothered me at the market today. Some people are unfortunate stupid.” You replied.

“Perhaps you can tell me all about it in bed. I’ll make you some tea to help with the stress.” He took your hands as you both walked to the bedroom.

Kuai Liang is the kind of man you need in your life. If only the men at the market had his intelligence. Though you do like being cared for when there is any sign of distress from you. It makes you feel like a princess.

Tomas

To help train the Earthrealm champions is like trying to train a seal, a kangaroo, a bison, and a Komodo dragon to leap at least a meter out of the water. One will succeed, another will jump but not reach it, another one won’t try to jump, and the other will be too busy trying to mate with you.

They are all nice in their own way but Johnny is the worst of them all. You tell him you are happily married and it’s in one ear and out the other. Just because his marriage failed doesn’t mean yours has to.

Kenshi is alright he just has stubborn. He believes it’s nerves that wins fights. If that were true why does he keep failing to you. And when he is not going against you he’s going after Johnny’s throat. You get it, Johnny won’t give back Sento. But now is not the time to bust his ass.

Kung Lao just gets on everyone’s nerves. You have never seen a bunch of monks ready to implode and strangle someone. Don’t forget that you almost lost your head because he flung his hat in the wrong direction. All you got back was a small ‘sorry’ before he took his hat and ran off.

And Raiden…he’s fine. He’s done no wrong.

Yet no matter what you always have to return and help the fools. You give and give and what do you receive? Hell!

You are exhausted when you return home. You don’t talk to anyone you just go straight to your bedroom. You let out a groan the whole time and when the door closes you let that groan become words.

“I hate men.”

Tomas was already waiting for you in the bedroom. He was walking up to you to hug you until he heard those words. He looked concerned and even a little sad.

Well he’s a man, do you hate him? Did he do something wrong? He hopes he didn’t, he doesn’t want an unhappy wife.

Your attitude immediately went away at the sight of Tomas.

“…except you.”

You ran into his arms and hugged him tight. You could never hate a man like Tomas. He is your husband after all. You picked a good one compared to all the other men that you have seen.

“I’m guessing they upset you again.” He asked.

You nodded. The day is already over you don’t feel like talking about every single stupid thing that they did. Tomas understood and hugged you tight.

“Do you want me to beat them up?” He whispered jokingly in your ear.

For once today you laughed. He always manages to bring a smile to your face. You wish you could let him but that would be a bad decision. Though it’s funny to think about. He was just happy to hear that wonderful laugh of yours. It just shows that he’s a good man to you. He can turn a frown upside down and make you see the good in men. Or at least the good in him.

After notes: Can you tell I got pissed off with Kuai Liang’s part? That shits a little too true. Those instacart tik toks be crazy. Here’s a little experience of when I hated men: one didn’t take no for an answer for YEARS. He still can’t take no even from other girls. But most of the men I know are good. Alright enough yip yap I must march on. Adiós!

[chiara-klara-claire]

funny ways to say “in the middle of nowhere”

Collected funny ones under this post + contributions to this one (my selection). Most involve ass(holes), have god/the devil, (nonsense) names of villages…

🇩🇪German: in the ass of the world/ the pasture- am Arsch der Welt/der Weide; where Fox and Hare bid each other good night - Wo sich Fuchs und Hase Gute Nacht sagen (old-fashioned), where the dead dog lays - Da liegt der tote Hund, in Buxtehude/ (Kuh)kaff, in der Pampa, in Timbuktu

🇮🇹Italian: in assland - in culonia/culandia, in the wolves’ ass - in culo ai lupi, in the ass of the word - in culo al mondo; 🇫🇷 French in the asshole of the world - dans le trou du cul du monde

🇨🇿Czech: Where foxes bid good night to one another - Kde si lišky dávají dobrou noc

🇩🇰Danish: where the crows turn around - Hvor kragerne vender on Lars diarrheas field/on the field of Lars Shitpants - På lars tyndskids mark

🇳🇴Norwegian: far damn from violence - langt pokker i vold, “huttaheiti” (gibberish)

🇸🇪Swedish: out (there) in the spinach - ute i spenaten,“tjotaheiti” (see above, maybe originally from Tahiti)

🇪🇸in Spain: in the fifth hell/pine tree - En el quinto infierno/pino, where Christ lost the sandal/hat/lighter - Donde Cristo perdió la alpargata/gorra/mechero;

🇲🇽 Mexico: Where the devil farts - Donde el diablo se echa un pedo, and sometimes someone answers: “Y nadie lo escucha” And no one hears

🇹🇼in Taiwan: where birds don't lay eggs and dogs don't shit - 鳥不生蛋狗不拉屎的地方 

🇵🇱Polish - where crows turn around -  Gdzie wrony zawracają, where dogs bark from their ass - gdzie psy dupami szczekają 🐶; Where the devil says goodnight - Gdzie diabeł mówi dobranoc, where (black) pepper grows - gdzie pieprz rośnie, (mostly in the context of running as far away as possible or chasing someone away)

🇦🇺Australia: woop woop or "in the middle of woop woop' 🇳🇿 NZ: wop wops

🇻🇳Vietnamese: holy forests, poisonous waters - rừng thiêng nước độc / where mountain passes are windy/cloudy and winds swirl in vortexes - đèo heo hút gió or đèo mây hút gió (rarely used)

🇨🇦🇫🇷 Québéc: Saint clin clin des meuhs meuhs (actual village name…)

🇸🇦 Arabic (Saudi dialect): in the castle of wadren في مقلاع وادرين (an old castle in the middle of desert)

🇮🇱 in Israel: Israel: at the end of the world, take a turn left - סוף העולם שמאלה

🇫🇮Finnish: behind God’s back - jumalan selän takana, in the devil’s ass - helvetin perseessä;

🇬🇷 Greek: at the devil’s horn - Στου διαόλου το κέρατο;

🇧🇬 Bulgarian: on the ass of geography - На гъза на географията

🇮🇸 Icelandic Out in an asshole - úti í rassgati;

🇧🇷 in Brazil: in cock’s house - na casa do caralho;

🇦🇷 in Argentina: in the pussy of the parrot- en la concha de la lora 🦜;

🇪🇪 Estonian: in the bear's ass - karuperses 🐻

🇺🇸 USA: bumfuck Egypt

🇧🇪 in Belgium (Dutch): in a farmer’s asscrack - in een boerengat

🇺🇦 Ukrainian: in the devil's swamps в чорта на кулічках,  where the crow won't carry bones куди ворон кісток не заносить

[crownofgildedlilies]

christmas lights

pairing: kaminari x reader summary: Denki Kaminari should never be put in charge of making plans.  wc: 2.2k event masterlist

You should have known you were in trouble when Denki was the one who organized the group hangout. 

He had assured you everything was under control. All of your mutual friends—Mina, Kirishima, Sero, Bakugou, Jirou—had agreed to meet you both at a cafe in town just as the sun fell, then everyone would head over to the Christmas lights festival to enjoy the sights. 

Somehow, though, it just ended up being you and Denki. 

“Jirou just texted,” Denki waved his phone to emphasize his words. “She said she can’t make it, either. Something about her request to leave campus being denied?”

“Really?” Your face twisted in confusion. You hadn’t had any problems getting permission to leave, and neither had the others. “So no one else can come?”

Apparently, before you had even gotten to the cafe you were supposed to meet at, Mina and Kirishima both had separate family emergencies come up, Sero had gotten sick in the three hours it had been since you had talked to him last, and Bakugou had stopped answering his phone and was assumed to have fallen asleep. 

And Jirou was out, too. 

“Nope, weird, huh?” Denki laughed awkwardly, scratching at the back of his neck. The two of you were standing in line, waiting for your orders to go. The lights festival had already started, and you had really been looking forward to seeing all the bright decorations. 

“You still want to go, even if it’s just with me?” You asked hopefully. And maybe a little bashfully, too. How long has it been since you first started crushing on him? Somehow, his ridiculousness had won you over and you found him endearing instead of irritating. 

“Yeah, of course!” His smile was wide and genuine, and you couldn’t help but feel all sorts of mushy things in response to it. 

Mercifully, you were saved from having to respond without confessing your long harbored feelings for him by the sound of your orders being called out. Within a few minutes, you and Denki were out on the street, heading in the direction of the festival. 

The air was colder than it had been when you first left the dorms since the sun had set, and you had forgotten your scarf in your hurry to meet up with everyone—everyone resulting in being just Denki. 

Denki, who you were pretty sure was darting glances at you as you walked in silence. It was rare for him to be so quiet, so out of character that you couldn’t help but worry if something was wrong with him. 

“Are you good?” You hummed, shooting him a questioning look. At the same moment, you wrapped your arm around his, blaming the shiver that ran down your spine for why you needed to be so close to him and the flush in your cheeks on the chilled air. 

“Yeah, I am.” He smiled at you, and you fought the roll of your eyes in a defensive move. Instead, you dug your chin into the muscle of his shoulder to wordlessly reprimand him for the horrid offense of making you blush by simply smiling. He tilted his head to look at you better, but you watched as his attention snagged on something in the distance. “Woah, I see it!”

Sure enough, you glanced away from him and saw the Christmas lights in the distance. Red, green, white—warm and cool tones—drops of light in organized patterns or wrapped around trees. Twinkling, flashing, stagnant. 

Your eyes went wide the closer you got to the main part of the festival. Venders were stationed around the decorations, selling everything from t-shirts to sugar cookies to themed souvenir gifts. There was so much to take in, you involuntarily felt yourself clinging closer to the boy beside you. 

“Denks, it’s so pretty,” You breathed, and though you had been bummed before when you found out the rest of your friends hadn’t been able to make it, you realized you wouldn’t have wanted to miss the sights. 

And spending time alone with Denki was always a plus, even if it made you blush.

“Let’s look through the stalls. If you see any food that looks good I’ll pay for it.” Denki pulled you forward, and you shot him a curious look. 

“Since when do you offer to pay?” You teased, tugging him by his arm so that he slowed down and stayed pace with you. “Last time we all hung out, you begged Sero to pay for you.”

“I just forgot my wallet!” He defended, and the whine that left him had you tilting your head back with a laugh. 

“Whatever you say,” 

The rest of the festival passed with the two of you laughing and teasing. It felt like a normal hang out, even with most of the group missing, and you found yourself distantly thinking of more plans that you could make with just Denki. 

But after a while of looking at all the lights, he finally made good on getting you something to eat. There was a stand that sold handmade sugar cookies in various holiday shapes, and Denki dropped you off at a bench underneath a tree wrapped in colored lights so intricately, it looked as if the very leaves were made of light. 

While you waited for Denki to come back, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through social media. At first, nothing new popped up. After a while of scrolling, you decided to post a picture you made Denki take with you in front of a massive Santa Claus made entirely of lights, which then led to you clicking on Mina’s latest post. 

Her, Kirishima, and the so-called sick Sero all hanging out at the dorms, playing a card game. You were pretty certain you even saw a glimpse of Bakugou and Jirou in the back, and the sight left a bitter taste on your tongue. 

Did everyone make up excuses to bail on you?

“I’m back!” Denki called out in his usual energetic way, but you stood to meet him with a frown as you shoved your phone in his face to show him the post. 

“Look at this. How come Mina and Kirishima are hanging out right now if they both had family emergencies that kept them from joining us?” You pouted, absolutely feeling hurt that all your closest friends seemingly made up reasons to not spend time with you. You had been skeptical about Jirou not getting permission to leave campus, but you had planned to text Sero and ask if he needed any medicine while you were out, and Mina and Kirishima had apparently straight up lied. 

“Uh…” The color had drained from Denki’s face as he realized what was on the screen in front of him, as if he was at fault for everyone bailing on you. Still too annoyed, you missed his reaction and instead clicked your phone off, shoving it deep into your coat pocket. 

“Were they just pretending to be busy to ignore us?” You frowned, blowing out a puff of air in irritation. Your night had been going so well, you couldn’t help but be so disappointed in your friends’ actions. “That's so rude of them.”

“No! I doubt that.” Denki was nearly stumbling over his eyes, his face flush. With the hand that wasn’t holding the cookies he’d braved a long line for, he scratched the back of his neck and darted his attention all around the festival. “You know Kiri, he’d never!”

He was looking everywhere but at you, and that was entirely too suspicious for the man that hadn’t taken his eyes off you since you met up.

“Denki, you’re acting really weird.”

“Am I?” His voice came out in a squeak, and suddenly your annoyance turned into suspicion as you narrowed your eyes at him. For a pro hero in training, he was awful at covering his tells. 

“Yeah.” You accused. It was nothing but obvious he was hiding something. You hoped the disappointment you felt at him keeping secrets from you, too, was evident on your face. Your night was one wrong comment away from being ruined. 

“Okay! I admit it!” Denki cracked far faster than you thought it would, and he tipped his head back so he could look at the sky instead of you as he confessed what he knew. “I told them we had to bail on the plans for tonight so they wouldn’t come!”

“What? Why?” You could say with honesty that that hadn’t been what you thought he would say. 

“Because I might have wanted to hang out with you alone but I was too scared to tell you that so, surprise!” He was rushing through his words, so fast you barely could keep up. 

“Slow down.” You ordered, voice softer than it had been only previously. With your shoulders losing some of their tension, you took a tentative step towards him so that you were nearly toe to toe. “You wanted to hang out with me, alone?”

“Yeah,” He nodded, wincing. 

“And you didn’t want to tell me that?”

“Uh huh,” Another nod, and it was hard to keep your expression neutral. 

“So you lied to me and all of our friends to trick me into hanging out with you?”

“When you put it like that…” He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You huffed, crossing your arms. You were really struggling with hiding your grin, but you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to mess with him after he had apparently conned the entire friend group so he could spend time with you. 

“Huh?” He looked as if he had gone over his wattage, confused by what you had said and not quite sure you had meant it. Rolling your eyes, you stepped even closer so that your crossed arms were pressed against the toned muscle of his chest. 

“I’m not repeating myself until you actually ask me on a date.” You challenged, finally letting the traces of your amusement show through the cracks of your annoyed facade. He was just so adorable you couldn’t hold onto any of your anger. “You can’t just trick me into one.” 

“You wanna make this a date?” Denki asked, voice dripping in disbelief. 

“Close enough,” You muttered to yourself, setting one hand on the back of his neck and tugging him down so that his lips pressed against yours in a long awaited kiss. You could taste the hot chocolate he had drank on your walk to the festival, could feel him relax into the kiss when he processed what was happening. 

His hands found a place on your waist, giving an experimental tug to pull you closer. Remembering you were in public and not wanting to be a PDA couple—not that you figured Denki would mind much—you savored the kiss for a few short seconds before pulling back to smirk up at him. 

“Man, I should have just done that from the start,” Clearly, he had thought he had blown it from the moment you found out about his ruse. He was a little breathless, and somehow knowing he was just as affected as you made you giddy. 

“You think?” You grinned, teasing, enjoying the way your lips stung from both the cold and the absence of him. Needing to feel him close again, you set your chilled hands on his rosy cheeks, squishing them together only slightly. “Next time, you should really just ask me.”

“Next time, huh?” He smirked, the effect lost by your touch on his face and sounding entirely too smug for someone who had accidentally stumbled into a first date. “My plan worked then?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Rolling your eyes, you darted forward to give him another short kiss. “I’m pretty sure anyone else would have left you here the minute they found out you tried tricking them into a date.”

“I was going to ask!” He pouted, turning to the side in an oh so incredibly guilty way. The movement jostled your hands, so you dropped them to his shoulders, needing to feel him beneath your palms and confirm that it was all very real. “Eventually.”

“I’m planning the next date,” You settled, and the megawatt smile that flashed on Denki’s face drove away any chill encroaching on your soul. You forced yourself to step back slightly, but made up for the distance between the two of you by threading your fingers in his and tugging your conjoined hands into the pocket of your jacket. “Now c’mon, I want to see the rest of the lights.”

“Whatever you want,” Denki grinned, easily placated. Though, you were certain that you could get him to agree to whatever you wanted at the move, just only with the promise of a second date. Smirking up at him, you gave a wicked look he should know only meant trouble.

“I’m so telling everyone what you did as soon as we get back to the dorms.” 

“Aw, come on! They’ll never let me forget it!” 

You only laughed, but you couldn’t help but think that you would never forget it, either. 

Not with how pretty he looked under all the Christmas lights. 

[lockes-woods]

Kinktober '24 Day 2

Request: I got one. Shanks x shy afab reader Public sex, creampie, foreplay all that jazz and whatever else you think would be good

WARNING: Warning: exhibition, creampie, annoying/mean Shanks at times, public sex, foreplay, oral (reader receiving)

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“Shanks, stop,” you said, your tone embodying the same voice one would use to scold a dog. You slapped his hand away as he reached over to give your ass a quick squeeze, your face felt like it was on fire from embarrassment. 52 minutes. It hadn’t even been an hour since you had met at the café in town. For at least 45 of those minutes, he’s been touching you in some way; his hand glued to your body.

“I’m sorry baby, you just look so good,” he said, playing with the excess ribbon that hung from the bow tying your corset together at your bust. He twirled the ribbon around his finger, knowing that a quick tug at the right angle would untie the bow and leave him with easy access to your body. You gave him a warning look. Outside of the fact that dresses aren’t the most practical option on a ship, you never wore them because it made getting access to you way too easy for Shanks. It was just too dangerous, especially with how his impulse control was when you were involved. He crowded you against a brick wall in between shops; the streets for the most part deserted. Venders had just begun to set up in the promenade you two had been walking around.

“Can I have a kiss?” he asked, smirking down at you. Despite everything you’ve been through he almost always asked for permission. Being the sole object of his focus would never not fluster you, but today you tried to stay strong.

“Shanks we were just together last night til early this morning.” You pointed out, hoping it may satiate him, but knowing nothing outside of you would.

“But tressure, I had to leave our room before I was done with you,” he started, “Plus you’re never as loud on the ship as you are when we stay somewhere else.”

“S-Shanks,” you tried to argue as his right hand tilted your chin up to force eye contact, “Fuck,” you whined as he started to stroke your cheek affectionately. You took a deep breath to attempt to center yourself before responding.

“But I can’t even remember how many times we were together last night, plus you only had to leave for the ship, an hour before our check-out time.” You tried to rationalize before adding one final comment, “I’m starting to get sore,”

“Just one kiss, tressure” he promised, “then I’ll keep my hand to myself unit we’re back in our quarters.”

“O-okay,” you responded both answering him and reassuring yourself at the same time. The smirk never left his face as you pressed up on your toes to be taller as he leaned down to meet you halfway. A moan immediately ripped out of you as he bit your lip, not enough to break the skin but, just enough to surprise you. He immediately pressed his tongue into your mouth, pinning you more firmly against the wall. You couldn’t help but whine as he deepened the kiss, totally powerless to his strength, height, and build. You were stuck under his ministration as your head became more and more clouded with lust. Your eyes snapped open when you felt something press up against your stomach. You didn’t even have to look down to confirm your suspicions. You gently pressed your hand against Shanks’ chest, he let out a disappointed groan as he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours.

“Shanks,” you whined as he gently grinded against you.

“Yes, my love?” he asked a look of faux innocence masking the smirk that was normally plastered on his face.

“Fuck,” you whined. You could feel yourself begin to get desperate, even though he had been inside of you less than three hours prior. It didn’t matter how often you would be together; you had begun to assimilate to his appetite. You could feel yourself getting wet, despite already being sore from his love and attention the day before.

“You said, just a kiss,” you replied, trying to ignore his advances and stay strong.

“It was just a kiss baby,” he said, mask beginning to slip, “I’ll wait til we get back to our quarters before I’ll have you again.”

“B-but,” you tried to start, but couldn’t continue because of your embarrassment.

“What is it baby?” he said, smiling slowly morphing into a smirk.

“You’re hard,” you finally relented, looking up into his eyes.

“Oh, I can wait baby. That is unless you don’t want your well-known captain walking around boner.” He said, falling back into his mischievous look; mask now gone.

“I-I” you tried to start, now truly feeling lost in the sea of embarrassment. You couldn’t help being shy, in the same way Shanks couldn’t help being a mischievous bastard.

“You?” he prompted, allowing you time to collect your thoughts.

“I can-do you want help?” you asked, looking down at his bulge. He gently tipped your chin up.

“You know I’ll always take what ever my sweet treasure has to offers,” He started, “Don’t you love?” You nod in response, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth. You took one last deep breath before replying.

“Where-where would we go?” You just managed to get out. The streets had just begun to fill with early birds.

“Trust me?” Shanks asked,

“Always,” you reply in a heartbeat. He gave your forehead one last peck before looking down at you with a genuine smile. He lightly took his hand in yours after he had adjusted himself to the best of his ability. He led you down an alley in the direction of the marina. You had managed to get closer than you would have thought, stopping within a freight center; where goods were being traded, stored, and bought. There were crates surrounding you both. The piles that had two or more creates fully hid Shanks from view which wasn’t a small feat. You knew you were close to the docks as you smelled the seawater misting at the other end of the storage yard. Shanks covered your mouth with his hand preemptively, before pressing you firmly against a crate so that your stomach was touching it.

“I’m going to move my hand now love, try your best to be quiet, don’t want to draw attention to us, do you?” You nodded in response. He had you bent slightly with your hands pressed against the crate for support. You bit your lip to contain a whine as he hiked up your dress, exposing your ruined panties that he promptly slipped off. You widened your stance expecting him to tease your lower lips with his cock, before pushing in for a quicky. You couldn’t hold back the surprised gasp you let out when instead of his cock, you felt his tongue running over the seem of your pussy. You leaned more heavily against the crate in from of you as he ate you out from behind.

Your annoyance at being set up by him dissolved into lust as he began to lap at your clit while simultaneously fingering your tight cunt. You leaned firmly with your dominant arm while you held the palm of your other arm firmly against your mouth. After a minute of Shanks’ effort, you no longer need to worry about you being the reason you got caught. Every slurp, suction, and thrust of his fingers loudly echoed through the yard. The noises only encouraged his movements. As he ate you out with the same vigor he had when you two were alone in your quarters. You were close.

“Captain,” you whined just below your normal speaking volume, “I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,”

Shanks blatantly ignored your warning; instead doubling down. His fingers sped up as he focused in on sucking on your clit. His only warning of the orgasm before it cut through you was the slight tremble of your legs locking up on either side of his head, keeping him in place. Your moans were thankfully muffled by your hand. You collapsed against the crate in the wake of your orgasm. Hypersensitive to Shanks’ movements as he eased his thick fingers out of your cunt. He let you recover for a moment before he gently pulled you off the crate, before pressing your back into it. Essentially trapping you between him and the create. Your mind was still hazy as you heard the telltale rusting of fabric as Shanks adjusted his clothing to free his cock. He waited until your eyes came back to focus, holding eye contact with his gleaming red eyes.

“Ready, Love?” he asked stroking your cheek.

“Yes,” you answered desperate for his cock. It was days like this that it became unclear who was a bad influence on whom. He kissed you to stifle your moan as he pushed in. He was a bit faster to start, knowing you were already partially stretched out from the events of the night before, and from the orgasm he had just granted you. Your lips stayed connected as he sped up, so overwhelmed with his pulsing cock that he no longer cared who could potentially hear or see you. Well him more than you, as he crowded your image with his body from any potential wandering eyes. He groaned as your pussy grasped him so tight it felt like you were trying to push him out. He only sped up again determined to cum with you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling away from the kiss, resting his forehead against you.

“I’m gonna cum treasure, Fuck,” he started as you buried your face into his neck, “Where do you want me?”

A whine escaped you as he gently tugged you away from his neck momentarily.

“Love,” he prompted.

“I-In me please,” you begged also turning the corner into your own orgasm. You two shared a sloppy kiss as Shanks pulled out one last time before slamming back in as hard as he could, a bruising grip from his hand on your hip. You stayed like that for a moment basking in each other’s presence before the reality of your situation hit you. You immediately pulled back away from his lips, embarrassment rising in your cheeks as you felt hot shame on the back of your neck. You tried to pull your hips, but his grip wouldn’t budge.

“Love, you have to let go, someone’s going to find us”, you whined, anxiety clear in your voice. He let out a delayed nod, only now coming down from his high. He pressed a comforting kiss to your forehead as he eased out of you, letting your skirt fall back to its place slightly below your knees. He pulled back, readjusting himself as he gazed down at you mischievously.

“What did you do?” you asked him, knowing that nothing good ever came from that look.

“If you haven’t noticed yet, it can’t be that big of a deal.” He answered vaguely before taking your hand and exiting the storage yard. You got two steps before you began to feel his release slowly slide down your upper thigh. Your eyes widened in realization.

“S-Shanks give me back my panties,” you said in a low voice.

“What these?” he asked, holding the black underwear in a way only you could see it before he shoved it into his pocket.

“S-Shanks,” you whined, “I'm already starting to leak.”

“Huh, sounds like you better get back to the Red Force. Wouldn’t want anyone to see how much of a slut you are.” He responded with a smirk, letting go of your hand as he walked away from you. Unlike normal he didn’t break pace to accommodate your shorter legs. You felt almost lightheaded from the level of embarrassment you felt as you trailed quickly behind your brat of a captain.

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MASTERLIST

A/N: Hope you enjoyed ^-^ I'm glad I was able to maintain and only go over a little bit. Tomorrow's prompt is a little harder and will most likely be on the longer side. I will have a kinktober master list posted later today. Hope you're all doing well!

-Locke

[electronicnutcycle]

"Doubting" ll BBC Merlin x Arthur

Prompt: "I’m not the right person for you.” “You’re doing a bad job of convincing me of that.”

Description: Arthur , despite loving Merlin is having doubts about if he's the right person for Merlin.

Pairing: BBC Merlin x Arthur.

Warnings: Slight angst , but mostly tooth rotting fluff.

Arthurs POV:

It was currently early morning and the sun was just starting to rise and sunlight rays peak in through the velvet , lacey curtains. But I had been awake for at least a few hours now . The sleepless night came about by my thoughts , well more specifically about my servant Merlin . He’s quite wonderful even though he can be snarky and annoying at times , while our friendship runs deeper than most I sometimes get doubtful about our deep bond . Cause even though he's just a simple servant I feel as though I am not good enough for him and I as though I am not the right person for him.

But I fear that my pride will never admit let me admit that to him , at least I hope...

Knowing these feelings , these thoughts that are spiraling around my head , these doubts . I knew that I had to get them out somehow and it wasn’t gonna be easy for me . So I acted quickly by throwing the plush blanket off of me and hastily getting ready . Just as I reached the square it was full swing and it felt like every eye was on me , also the fact that I could feel the scorching summer sun engulfing my body , making droplets of sweat drop off the side of my temples . Luckily I had been able to get too where Merlin lived a without much trouble.

However , as I knocked Merlin wasn’t the one to answer the door . It was Gaius , out of the fact I don’t know him enough besides been the royal physician I momentarily paused . “Oh hello prince Arthur , can I do for you on this sweltering day?” Croaked out with a face twisted in a grimace “uh , well is Merlin here? , I needed to talk to him” “oh sorry sire , but I had JUST sent him to get me ingredients for some antidotes” the older man remarked while stirring a pot that sputtered and bubbled green sludge , I didn't dare ask what it was. "Oh , so the market is the best place where I’ll find him?” I asked with my hands on my hips , and with a nod from Gaius I head to the market.

As I head towards the market , I felt relief seeing the covers on the stall give me shade from the sweltering sun and not soon after arriving I see Merlin . He was talking to a vender who’s stall had plenty of herbs and glass vile bottles hanging from the side of the stall. "Hey , merlin!" I called out to him whilst I walked towards him , it took the third call for him to finally notice that I was trying to get his attention and almost instantly his face lit up as he in braced me into a hug , making me feel the slight tickle of herbs that he already had in his arms on my arm. "Pretty hot today , isn't it Arthur" the dark haired man remarked "I'll say so" I nod in agreement "so , umm what did you need me to do sire? merlin asked "well yes , I just want to talk to you about something important" "oh , is that so? , well we can talk on the way to my quarters as I needed to drop of some stuff that Gaius needed or we can talk after in a more private area , like your room?" "mmm , that would be ok" I said , confirming the plan . During the time that it took for us too get to Gaius and his place , we manage to flow into a range of topics , that's what I like about him , he knows how to how to have a good conversation .

When we got too his place we quickly dropped off the ingredients to a very thankful Gaius and left , as we were close to my room Merlin broke the silence “so now that we’re in a less populated place what did you want to talk about” I stop in my tracks , near my bedroom door and looked around to see if anyone can hear us “well , it’s important I would like too discuss this in my room” I whispered in his ear whilst opening the door . Just as I opened the door and we both entered, I instantly relaxed my shoulders whilst closing the door and without realising, I was hugging him I felt vulnerable in that moment like I was bleeding out and severely injured . “Are you ok , sire?” Merlin asked , his voice dripping with concern “no , I’m not I have had many thoughts and feelings” I started to say but then pondered off feeling ashamed of myself and my vulnerability, of the fact that I’m gonna be king one day and I’m acting like this? ridiculous. Somehow we were still hugging , what felt like a eternity must’ve been seconds , but as we still hugged I heard a faint scoff and my heat sank a little but before I could say or do anything Merlin piped up “ well would you like to talk about it?” . That when I finally let go “yes I would” I practically mumbled out feeling all sorts of emotions.

A few minutes go by and we were sitting on the floor , our backs were facing my bed and we were holding hands “so did you specifically want to talk something?” Merlin inquired while fiddling with my rings on my fingers , I sigh while leaning my head back “yes , I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this for a while now” I feel scared about how he gonna react but I continue “I - I feel as though I’m not the right person for you” as I finished speaking all I could hear is the slight breathing of Merlin and I and silence , it felt threatening and as I braced for impact of whatever snarky comment Merlin would come up with. But at he silence was interrupted by Merlin hugging me tightly whilst whispering

“You’re doing a bad job at convincing me of that”.

A/N: Thank you @toomanyfanficsbruh & @creativepromptsforwriting for the inspo/request , I'm so sorry the fic came out late I was so busy , anyways I hope anyone reading this fic enjoys it and has a good day/night! . Muawh <3 .

[tomhardymyking]

Did you know that...?

𝗧𝗼𝗺 was devoted to rap 🎤! He started when he was 14-15 years old, looking for his place in the music industry, even getting a deal with a record label 😮 The songs were written by him, he worked with 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒚-winning producers, he recorded many things but they were never presented. And he put music aside when he started his career as an actor, because, according to himself in an interview 13 years ago: “because I come from a nice middle-class neighborhood it was a very hard sell, and I wasn't very good!” Hence his answer when asked this in an interview in 2021 🤭

However, currently, and as many already know, 𝗧𝗼𝗺 is rapping under a secret name 😏, and a few days ago it was announced that, he will release an album? Or at least new songs! 👏🏻💓

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¿Sabías que...?

¡𝗧𝗼𝗺 se dedicó al rap 🎤! Comenzó a los 14-15 años, buscando su lugar en la industria musical, obteniendo incluso un trato con una discográfica 😮 Las canciones eran escritas por él, trabajó con productores ganadores de 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒚𝒔, grabó muchas cosas pero nunca fueron presentadas. Y dejó la música a un lado cuando empezó su carrera como actor, por, según él mismo en una entrevista hace 13 años: “como vengo de un buen vecindario de clase media, era difícil de vender, ¡y no era muy bueno!” De ahí su respuesta cuando le preguntaron esto en una entrevista en 2021 🤭

Sin embargo, actualmente, y como muchos ya saben, 𝗧𝗼𝗺 está rapeando bajo un nombre secreto 😏, y hace unos días se anunció que, ¿lanzará un álbum? ¡O al menos nuevas canciones! 👏🏻💓

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[botanicallyinclinednerd]

FreeNoodles interactions season 1:

Episode 0:

In their first interaction of the show, and indeed Pigsys very first appearance, Pigsy gets enraged at the idea of anyone getting free food at his establishment, after all "I'm not running a charity here, Tang!" Tang pushes Pigsy back (on his nose) with a smile, claiming that he pays with wisdom. Pigsy is not impressed and yells in Tang's face again, calling him a freeloader

Pigsy turns around to see Tang eating a bowl of noodles and raises a spoon threateningly. It cuts to the outside of the shop shaking as Pigsy presumably chases Tang, calling him a coward and demanding payment

Tang begs Pigsy to watch where he's driving, so he doesn't kill them all

Tang wishes to turn back because of the danger and Pigsy pushes his head away and tells him to "Shut it you big baby"

Tang pointedly leans into Pigsy's space while complimenting Sandy's hospitality and commenting that "certain noodle shop owners could learn a lot from your hospitality, Sandy"

When they think MK is dead, Pigsy is in denial, and Tang says softly, "There's nothing we could do." Pigsy gets mad and marches over to Tang, grabbing him by the scarf and insisting that he (Pigsy) should have been able to do something to protect MK. Tang doesn't react, simply looking miserable, before saying that they should protect people so MK's sacrifice wasn't in vain. The fight seems to have left Pigsy

Episode 1

Pigsy shows up all mad that he's been working while everyone has just been lying around, and while tang at first looks intimidated, he calls him "Piggy" and that he should relax, time off never hurt anyone

Pigsy steps on Tang's shoulder to yell at Mei and MK, and Tang looks unimpressed up until the moment Pigsy shoves Tangs's head into his bowl of noodles while yelling at the kids.

Episode 4

Pigsy and Tang are at the market together. Tang is unimpressed by carrot quality, Pigsy brags about being a quality chef.

Tang suggests they keep going, and skip this vender (who turns out to be Spider Queen) but when he turns to look at where Pigsy had been, he is gone. He is alarmed when he sees Pigsy talking to her, and looks annoyed by Pigsy's words. He is confused by her "excellent wares" being nothing edible looking, and asks if Pigsy is blind

Tang grabs Pigsy's arm as he goes to follow Spider Queen, and starts to tell him he has a bad feeling. Pigsy shakes him off and begs him to let him have this. Tang nervously follows as Pigsy enters the tent

Pigsy and Tang are wrapped up in the same web, neither looking happy about this situation. Tang makes a comment about Pigsy entering the shop, and Pigsy weakly tries to defend himself, she claimed she had ingredients! And Tang responds with a shake of his head, "I don't think that's what you were looking for, Pigsy"

Tang and Pigsy share a frightened look after Spider Queen informs them that they will be her dinner

Tang struggles, trying and failing to get free. He reassures Pigsy that he's sure MK will be there soon to rescue them. When he tells Spider Queen that he's "kinda like a father figure" to MK, Pigsy sighs and kinda rolls his eyes.

Tang tells Pigsy not to worry, that MK is too smart to fall for one of Spider Queen's traps

Pigsy apologizes to Tang for getting them into this situation, and that they'll "need to work together to get out of it." Tang agrees, determined. They both start struggling to get free, wiggling enough to drop to the ground where they manage to cut theirselves free on Mei's sword

This moment of Tang and Pigsy holding each other tightly as they fall

Tang slumps over Pigsy after they sucessfully escape Spider Queen and are in the boat

Episode 5

A picture that the demons had for whatever reason. I have many questions and no answers

Episode 6

Pigsy and Tang watch the race together on the TV from the noodle shop

Pigsy and Tang hug in celebration when Mei and MK win the race

Episode 10

Tang grabs noodles from Pigsy's bowl while saying, "You were done with this..." Pigsy yells at Tang while pulling his bowl away

[arcxnumvitae]

A pop tart is a ravioli (Ven)

"Anon" || Unprompted

"Why are you harassing me!?"

[witchthewriter]

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑾𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑰𝒕 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

Paid story for @sardonic-the-writer.  Word Count: 1k Warnings: walkers, killing, killing walkers... mentions of violence, otherwise it’s pretty fluffy

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

The air was warm outside, Rick and the others were hard at work, sweating and grunting. They were building traps for Walkers. Animal traps really, but it was better than wasting bullets or having them get too close.

  You had just come back from helping Glenn on a run. Supplies had been low for a while, so it was time for you him to go back out. However, you had gotten close to the soft-hearted man. His friendliness wasn’t a ploy, or a mask. Glenn was genuine.

   So, it was hard to leave his side. Because everyone else seemed too … off … or rather, mysterious. Like they had shadows and deep regrets that didn’t make them trustworthy in their core. Except for Glenn and … Daryl.

  You had a crush on the red neck ever since you came with Rick’s group to Hershel’s farm.

 Your fondness started when you realised just how much passion he had for trying to find Sophia. It was admirable.

  But your beginnings weren’t kind.

Eight, your German Shephard ran the dirt road back to the farm, barking happily as he saw Daryl. They too didn’t have a very good beginning.

   The old factory had been run down for years before the time of the Walkers. And being homeless before that made it easy to survive in this new world. It had been your home for a year; sleeping in a hammock, eating out of canned soup and at times, stealing from venders. Eight had always been a good companion. A good look out, and an even better fighter.

   When Rick’s group had found you, it was his decision to take you with them. Shane and Daryl were firmly against it, while Glenn, T-Dogg and the rest were in the green.

  And that’s how you came to be here. The farm wasn’t a bad place to be, a hundred times better than the factory. One of your favourite things was watching Eight run around the open fields, his tongue flapping, tail wagging. It was one of the things that made both you and Daryl smile. Although, whenever someone noticed Daryl smiling his instant response was to drop it.

     “Find anything good?” Maggie came up beside you, throwing the pack over her shoulder and lugging it into the house. You and Glenn followed, each carrying your own bags of plunder.

  “We found a few knives, a packet of cigarettes, dog food, for Shane –“ You interjected, and Glenn snorted in response.

 The floorboards creaked as you walked up the steps, and the front door squeaked in greeting. These were one of the few noises you had gotten used to; everything else made you jump.

    Unloading on the wooden kitchen table, you put everything into piles. Important, and then the rest. And then subcategories because you couldn’t help yourself. It was one of your autistic traits. The others didn’t mind, not one bit.

 Maggie started putting the cans away, while Glenn put the bags back where they usually went. Everything had to go back to its usual place. In case of emergencies – and just plain curtesy.

  You sat back and started taking inventory when the door swung open.

   “Hey Glenn we got a lot more than wha-“

You stopped talking as soon as you saw who it was. Not Glenn. But your greasy-haired crush, Mr Dixon.

  “Good run,” he stated, filing through the packets of bandages, bottles of pills and rubbing alcohol. 

“Sure was,” you said in a casual voice, pretending that your heart wasn’t thumping erratically.

   “Any Walkers?” you stole a glance at Daryl and his eyes flickered towards you, but only for a second.

“A few,” you answered remembering that you hadn’t looked in the mirror after coming back. There had been three of them; strays that were caught in different parts of the pharmacy. But with your knife and Glenn’s own weapon, you were fine.

  “You got some…here-“ Daryl went and wet a tea towel and came back over to you. Suspiciously, Maggie and Glenn hadn’t come back inside.

He knelt down beside you and wiped away dark Walker blood from your neck and face, making sure not to be too rough.

   “Must’a caught your cheek on something, It’s pretty scratched up.” You couldn’t make eye contact with him, especially not with the proximity. Being so close, you could smell the dirt, earth and sweat that emanated from Daryl. You didn’t mind it.

“Didn’t feel anything,” you replied lightly, shocked at his tenderness.

 Daryl had been slowly getting used to you, and after five months he had accepted you were part of the group, as well as Eight. His prior impressions had faded away until new ones emerged; you weren’t uptight like he thought you were, just quiet. Reserved. You kept to yourself. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like your sarcastic remarks.

 The dining room was quiet as Daryl wiped away the remaining blood and fixed up your cut. He’d been listening to Hershel talk to Lori about how to heal and had started to know his way around mending bodies. 

  “Thank you,” your words came out barely above a whisper.

In a gruff voice he replied, “you’re ah, welcome.”

  Getting up, he threw the tea towel in the dirty laundry and left the house, you could hear the front door swing shut.

 You shook your head in confusion, mere months ago he wanted you dead. He had been adamant that you weren’t an asset. That taking you on would be a liability. And now his hands were so tender as they cleaned your face. You could still feel the warm pressure, easing the headache that you didn’t know was coming on.

  Then you heard a voice whistled from behind you, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Daryl … be so nice,” Glenn’s smirk made you blush. Well, blush even harder. Your cheeks already felt hot to the touch.

   “He was just…I-“ You couldn’t explain it because you didn’t really understand it fully yourself. Was it just politeness? Friendship? An olive branch?  

 Or was it something…more?

[mania-sama]

rule #33 - pyre

Rule #33 - Pyre - Fish in a Birdcage

➼ information ❧ Jujutsu Kaisen ❧ Pairing: Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi & Fushiguro Tsumiki & Gojo Satoru ❧ Tags: veteran! gojo, gojo has ptsd, parental! gojo, no curses au, ptsd, heavy angst, implied/referenced child abuse, russian ballet references, gojo adopted the fushiguros, flashbacks ❧ Summary: Gojo Satoru, a young, decorated veteran, is petrified of fireworks. ❧ Word Count: 2,721 ❧ Cross-posted from Archive of Our Own ❧ Original post date: 27 December 2023

➼ whumptober 2023 ❧ Day 31: PTSD ❧ Previous Day ❧ Masterlist

Festivals are, generally speaking, the worst times of the year.

Gojo isn’t a killjoy. He enjoys the colors decorating the streets and adorning the yukatas, kimonos, or whichever traditional clothes are being worn in accordance with the celebration just like everybody else. Venders add extra spices and seasonings to their food, the prices are lowered, and the overall atmosphere buzzes with childish joy.

And, despite his best attempt to keep up his indifferent exterior, young Megumi’s eyes light up when Gojo informs him of the special occasion. Toji’s children love festivals like the rest of civilian Japan. Excitement is rare to see in a child like Megumi, so he always arranges for someone to take him and Tsumiki out to experience the fun in Tokyo.

Instead of spending time with Toji’s little goblins that he’s doing his damn best to raise into decent human beings, he sits in the tiniest closet in his penthouse with thick sound-proof headphones to maximize the noise-canceling effect. He brings a weighted blanket to drape over his body so he won’t have to feel any reverberations, either. It has the added use of making him feel secure and grounded.

It isn’t the principle of missing out on the festival, it’s having to answer Tsumiki’s imploring question, “Why can’t you take us to the festival?” with a flippant laugh and a lie. He wants nothing more than to lie on the grass or stand in the streets and watch the dazzling fireworks with them.  But as soon as the first fireworks explode, followed by smaller pops and shattered lights, he thinks that the dirt and grass shards are hiding landmines, or that snipers are blowing off his comrades' heads from the broken-glass buildings. The streets are empty save for the scared civilians holding automatic rifles and enemy soldiers with orders to leave no one alive.

Gojo can’t go to festivals. He can’t listen to the sound of fireworks in his own home without diving under his kitchen table and plugging his nose to hide his panting breaths. Experience has taught him to stay in his closet and keep his headphones and blanket on, no matter how his heart breaks as the children’s faces pull into resignation when he denies them yet another festival.

He is normally a very observant person. He’d been so ever since he was a child, but having been trained to be a soldier since he could walk, it didn’t really mean much regarding innate ability. In any case, he kept good track of the days, months, and years. He prefers to ignore schedules entirely and operate solely on a feel-good basis, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t perfectly aware of the exact time it is at any given moment. It’s a system of behavior he can’t rewrite, unfortunately.

Except in the odd case — when he was without food and water in the Gobi desert, when he mourned the death of his best friend, or when both of his children ran a hundred and three-degree fevers for an illness he doesn’t know the name of. Time stops operating in his mind. He loses where he is, and all he can focus on is nursing Megumi and Tsumiki back to health.

Gojo shouldn’t have run out of the house to buy medicine and stockpile their favorite foods. He knows he shouldn’t have. Logic would reason that he would call or text a friend to bring him what he needs and pay them back later. But Satoru isn’t a Gojo for nothing.

He is the youngest decorated veteran of the last century. He doesn’t rely on other people, because he is the strongest. He only calls for help from his friends for the sake of the children, not for himself. Children should always be put before him.

The best officer of the Japanese military can certainly handle an emergency supply run in a safe environment for two sick children. The store isn’t even that far away. He’s in a rush, yes, but it’s simple work. He’s accomplished much more in half the time.

He notices the people in bright yukatas but he doesn’t pay them any mind. Whatever event is going on, he doesn’t care for. He can view it from the balcony of his penthouse if it's something really important. He runs into the store, nearly breaks his card in his hurry to pay, and walks out with the image of his — Toji’s — children quickening his strides. Pushing past the gathered crowds of dressed-up people, Gojo picks up on a faint whisper of excitement. It causes his step to falter, only for a second. He doesn’t even fully stop.

An even fainter whizzing sound fills the vast space between him and the children. The sky explodes in shattered lights.

It’s a festival. He knows this. But when he looks around, where his feet are carrying him behind the closest building on autopilot, when crouches to the ground and covers his mouth and plugs his nose, he isn’t exactly sure. He’s not sure that the thick concrete support beam is ready to crumble as a part of the dilapidated city from bombs, guns, and missiles. He’s not sure that those gasps out there are from the spray of civilians and soldiers falling to automatic rifles and suicide bombers.

He holds the paper bags in his hands, shaking, feeling a medicine bottle between his fingers. It’s for Megumi and Tsumiki. This he knows. He should know. Yet the guns keep firing, and he is the commander of his unit. He needs to be out there, guiding his men through the kill zone of a Middle Eastern conflict Japan isn’t officially a part of. But then, where is his gun? Where are any of his weapons?

He focuses on the ground and the paper bags holding chips and medicine. Chips and medicine. His hands are trembling. A Gojo’s hands don’t shake. He’s been trained to hold a gun since he could grab objects, and he learned how to perfectly weave in and out of a sniper’s scope by the time he was ten years old. This is no different. It shouldn’t be any different.

He closes his eyes as the guns tear into his men. Why can’t he get back out there? The palm of his hand presses against his teeth, and his back hunches in on itself. He’s crumbling to the ground, even though he is Gojo Satoru, the strongest of Japan, the best of his MOS. The chips in the bag crumble in his hands, and people are dying . His rifle has been lost, somewhere in the river he crossed to get into the kill zone, probably. His knives were sticking out of the poor children he had to kill, for there were bombs strapped to their chests and weapons too big for their hands. His other handguns were given to his unit as they had lost theirs to the river as well. 

He is Gojo Satoru. He doesn’t need a weapon to survive.

Yet. His knees are on the ground and the medicine for his sick and injured soldiers isn’t getting to their proper place in time. He clutches a hand to his hair and wills himself to move, but the pops have him put in place. Panting breaths escape out of his shaking hands, and his heart pounds so hard he fears it’ll break his chest. Fear. He’ll admit it. He’s afraid. But he can’t be afraid. He hasn’t been afraid since his mother and father beat all of the fear out of him and introduced him to the kill zone at the ripe age of twelve. He knows conflict. He knows guns. He doesn’t know fear.

But fear knows him.

Closer, much closer than his dying unit, he hears the soft pull of a stringed instrument. It's an odd mixture of a guitar and violin, and its sound is stunted in fragmented half-seconds. He’s never heard this in the military before. His unit has had talent with instruments, but this is something else entirely.

Another instrument is introduced, a piano, he thinks. It’s high-pitched, laying oddly yet beautifully over the original instrument. The song is unmistakable now. Tchaikovsky’s The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy from The Nutcracker. He doesn’t know the play intimately, but he has seen one or two ballets in local performances.

He settles against the concrete beam and listens to the music. It plays over the crowd, though he can’t afford to stop listening for them at all. If they grow quiet, then they’re all dead, or they’ve moved out of the area without him. Either way, Gojo’s escape is going to be messy and long. But he’s Gojo Satoru. If he can get off the ground and stop weeping and running and shaking like—

The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy fades out, and Coda plays next. It’s a little more intense, but it runs in and through his ears. It’s so unfamiliar with the kill zone. He’s never heard ballet music in desolated cities. If he hears music, it’s usually the local music in whichever country he’s in or when he’s at base with a mixture of United States military, allied infantry, and Japanese Special Force soldiers, playing music with those languages in it. In general, they usually have words, whether he can understand them or not notwithstanding.

But this, this is new.

He doesn’t know how or why someone would be playing Tchiakolvsky at this time. It doesn’t make sense, and he dares to pry open his eyes. His paper bags are clenched in his hands, but the contents have spilled out onto the ground. Medicine for his soldiers, chips for food. Not practical, but they make do with what they have. He’s eaten bugs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner before.

Not on the battlefield, but as training when he was a child. If he had to survive off of nothing but the land, he could do it.

The Gobi desert doesn’t have anything but sand and poisonous animals. So much for that invaluable lesson.

The ground beneath him is concrete, and he dares to look up. Outside gathered is a mass of people in bright yukatas . The Russian ballet has come to an end, and Gojo hears the beginnings of Swan Lake . It’s a comfortable tune, but it will turn intense inevitably. Oddly, he doesn’t find it as disconcerting as it’s supposed to make the listener feel. Satoru imagines the black swan, but the dancer turns away from him, hiding her dark makeup.

He stares at the crowd for a long time. It’s unfamiliar to the kill zone. None of them are little children with bombs on their chests or adults shooting at him with weapons they don’t know how to handle. Somewhere in the distance, in the buildings, someone must be aiming for the crowd, to ruin the festival. He’s seen it happen before.

Swan Lake continues, coming close to an end, and a voice accompanies the next song. “You’re in Tokyo, Japan. It’s 20XX. You’re safe.”

Gojo doesn’t startle at the voice, but he does turn towards it, and he can’t quite comprehend what he’s looking at.

At one moment, he’s looking at one of his men, and he needs to grab him and bring him down behind the concrete pillar to protect him until they can make a move to safety. At the next, he’s looking at a tall man with Tchaikovsky playing from his phone. He’s looking at Nanami. Nanami in uniform, with a gun instead of a phone. Nanami in a pale blue yukata .

“My name is Nanami Kento. You’re in Tokyo, Japan. It’s 20XX,” he says, his voice relaxed. “You’re safe.”

Satoru stares at his friend numbly.

“The fireworks will make another round soon. Let’s go back to your penthouse,” Nanami continues. He doesn’t make any moves, though, and a new song from a ballet he doesn’t know filters through the speakers of Nanami’s phone. He thinks. Gojo isn’t sure.

Nanami repeats his early statement. My name is Nanami Kento. Not an enemy soldier, though they did fight together at one time. You’re in Tokyo, Japan. That explains the yukatas and flashing billboards. It’s 20XX. When was Toji killed in battle? When was Geto? You’re safe.

My name is Nanami Kento. You’re in Tokyo, Japan. It’s 20XX. You’re safe.

Russian ballets don’t play in the kill zone.

Satoru turns away from Nanami and shakily collects the medicine and chips that had slipped out of his paper bags, along with the sunglasses that had slipped off his face. He struggles to remember why he has them in the first place. It most certainly has something to do with Toji and children, but he isn’t quite sure how those two add together. Toji is most certainly dead. He knows this with certainty. Children die around him left and right.

Unless it’s about Toji’s children. Gojo looks at Nanami, and as one of his only surviving friends from the battlefield, he says shakily, “I promised to take care of Toji’s kids.”

Nanami doesn’t reply to him directly, yet Satoru takes it as an affirmative. “We need to go back to your penthouse before the fireworks start again.”

The Russian ballets don’t stop playing even as they push through the crowd with Gojo’s hands covering his ears. He can barely hear it over the sounds of the crowd and his blocked eardrums, but it’s there nonetheless. He focuses on what he can sense close to him — the paper bags, Nanami’s back, the safe ground beneath his feet, and the violins and pianos. 

They make it to the apartment, and Nanami stops in front of the gated back entry. “I don’t live here,” he states simply. That means Gojo lives here. If Satoru has the key, then he lives here.

It’s in his pocket, and he unlocks the gate. They walk in and go in the elevator, not the stairs. Stairs. Too many houses, too many stairs and floors to clear.

“My name is…” Nanami drones on to completion. “You’re safe.”

You’re safe.

The elevator dings, and he doesn’t flinch. The ballet filters through the cracks of his fingers, and the paper bags feel heavy in his hands. He’s carried deadweight bodies a hundred times heavier than the feather-light weight of the paper bags, yet he struggles anyway.

They stand in front of the door to his penthouse. Gojo unlocks it, but Nanami waves a hand for him to stop. “Wait here,” he says, and Satoru complies. He’s Gojo Satoru. He doesn’t comply with anyone but himself. He’s the strongest, the best officer of his MOS.

He does anyway, because inside this penthouse —

“We’re going to play the quiet game. Whoever wins gets to go on a spa day with Satoru.”

— are his children, and they are the most important children in the whole world. His children. His children.

Megumi and Tsumiki.

They’re lying on the couches in the living room. Nanami guides Gojo past them, but he manages to spare them a glance, and he sees Tsumiki’s red-colored face peering worriedly at him. He wants to say something to them, but now they’re being fired at and there’s no more time for any words other than directions to take cover.

His hands are still covering his ears when the pop is followed by so many more. But Nanami has him in the closet, and his sound-proof headphones are on, and the weighted blanket is covering him head-to-toe.

He doesn’t technically hear any more of the gunshot-fireworks. He sits in his closet like he’s hiding from an Iraqi unit outnumbering him fifteen to one and figuring out the best way to take them down and make it back to his unit alive. The medicine and chips have been taken from him, and he squeezes his weighted blanket between his palms.

The light bulb burns overhead. His jackets and small winter coats hang beside him like bodies.

He’s the best officer the Japanese military had ever seen, who retired after his third four-year contract ended.

Gojo Satoru, the strongest of his MOS, who trained for combat since he could walk and enlisted illegally at sixteen, can’t take his kids out to a goddamn fireworks festival by himself.

Gojo Satoru hunches and sobs into his blanket.

[helloescapist]

To Wish Upon a Lantern | Shota Aizawa

Word Count: 1357

Setting: Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead x gn!reader [pining]

Content Warnings: none really, minor suggestive because I can't behave myself.

Summary: a sweet moment releasing a lantern for Mid-Autumn festival with Shota Aizawa.

The night settled into intense shades of lapis lazuli plunged into passionate hues of indigo, touched upon fervid plums. Luminous stars that glistened upon the night sky, beckoned the hushed reminder of distant worlds and celestial bodies untouchable by man. The distant jostle of festival music a mere hum carried across the breeze. Whispered the reminder of the festivities only short voyage away, the rare request of an interlude together having drawn you from booths. The touch of his elbow against yours as he ushered you away from the crowds, from venders peddling their wares, and children in cheer.

The jostle of cheer and drums replaced by the hammering of your heart now inter tangled over the crash of waves against the beach. Shadows that grazed one another, nudging the hammer of your heart. The soothing touch of his hand grazed upon your shoulder. Dark eyes that embodied the vast entity of space, hinted upon black sapphires that traced the sky above, imparting no wards into the silence of the night. The scintillating glow of the moon illuminating his stoic features. The mid-autumn moon offering the rare opportunity to his features in the confidante of the hour. The discoloration of his scars varied amongst several shades; the mark carved into his cheek bone having earned company in the past two years. Thick luscious waves of cocoa locks twirled at the highs of his cheek. The mass of his hair combed back to the best of his abilities. Secured by a ponytail that captivated your heart, concealed his unruly mane. The glimpse of his neck offered by the reveal of his collar. Far more than enough to thrill your features, and whisper prayers to the gods that the night would not reveal the quiver of your heart. Stubble that traced the definition of his jawline, the sharp lines of his eyelashes that could slash your resolve if only he pressed. How you wished he would venture. Bedroom eyes posed and lethal, crumble your façade, and vacated your sense. Trembling beneath the seductive imagery of his dark yukata against delicate ivory skin. The hushed yawn stifled against the back of his hand before resting in the folds of his collar. The touch of taunt muscles wary from fatigue. The movement, the reminder of your circumstances shooing away unsavory thoughts that through the depths of the night, and weaved together lust and yearning. Concerns quick to seize the opportunity to evade your heart, all too aware of the deepening of the bruises beneath his lower lashes. Bid farewell to moonlight trysts, and stilled the hammering of your heart. Aizawa was exhausted. Worn from the duties of Eraserhead, carved from his path, and torn asunder whether to answer the calls of educator, pro-hero, or vigilante. Disaster after devastation, the in balance in this world had long since bared its fangs upon his flesh, and yet, her persevered. Remained steadfast in his ideals, defended his convictions, and remained loyal to his classmates, an unknown name amongst the general population willing to throw his life away without hesitation.  The quiet of the scenery beckoning him, urged Shota to utilize your shoulder if only as a means to rest upon in the ambience of the waves. His husky voice, warm and sultry as it vibrated against your ear. Hummed appreciation for your willingness to accept his burdens if only for the moment. Oblivious to the way it afflicted your heart. Cooed the shiver down your spine, persuaded you to lean into his touch. The flutter of his eyelashes, the touch of his breath against your neck as he breathed in the chill of the night, and savored the scent of your body against his. Comforted, and soothed, as though a child who relied upon another to hush the horrors of the past, to provide distraction for those to come. If only for the one night.

                If only for tonight.

                “There,” Shota’s voice spoke before offering a low growl that vibrated against his Adam’s apple. Revealed his discontent of the contort of your body, daring to pull from his at the draw of his voice. Shuddered at the sudden way the words had practically petted the back of your neck, unable to admit the indignant coo that near threatened to escape your lips. The whisper of his voice in your ear, making you suddenly aware of the intimate prospects that fumbled through your brain all too aware of the press of his chest against your back. Joy that sparked through your yukata, a moth to the flame drawn in by the prospect of intrigue. Shota’s arms threaded around your middle, drawing you into him. Beckoned you to remain still. The close press of fabric, slipped from shoulders and tucked. Thin. Very little separating the graze of his flesh against your skin. Your response curious, allowing you only to avert your eyes under his intense press. Warmed your cheeks, taunted your senses. Betrayed dormant desires as absent minded as the way he held your form to his own. The mix of vanilla that danced with a citric note whispered sweet notes into your heart, Aizawa’s scent touched upon your fingertips drawing your attention.

                The callous of his fingers, wrappings that coiled around the digits of his hands drawn to the direction. Reprimanded yourself for deluding a tender moment with an old friend with perverted daydreams as your eyes followed his guidance, ignoring the pounding of your heart.

                The vivid hush of night that had spread across the sky, shy hues now elicited to life. Celestial bodies painted across the night hours. Their brilliance reflected upon the ripples of the sea below. Hummed distant memories of the year that had passed, touched upon fond recollections of the time you had been gifted alongside Eraserhead’s side. As though a spirit guided to the heavens, caught amongst the breeze; a delicate paper lantern ascended to the sky. Its solidarity quick to draw company. The prayers and wishes of festival goers weaved into every lantern. Desires and hopes etched into their siding, the flame elicited intended to carry their wishes to the heavens above. Warm, and tender. Gentle. Thousands that grew by the moment, a small lantern no longer along amongst the dark night. The warm sigh that tickled against your neck, and the press of arms that remained at your side. His hold tender against your frame, careful of your size difference.

                The melancholy that threatened to rob the joy of the moment from your pores. Your fingers betraying your conscious, revealed the depths of your anxieties. The uncertainty that clung to the back of your mind regardless of how you wished it away. The fear--- an adult of your age all too aware that prayers…. Often go unanswered. Clung to the touch of wood between your fingers, a lantern—your hopes clutched between your small fingers. The tremble of your knuckles threatening to grow white, and splintered wood against the pads of your fingers. Your response defiant to the flicker of the flame. Unable to relinquish your prayers to the night. To the risk of rejection. Horrified that the rejection of your hopes… would mean to witness the fall of Eraserhead, to become acquainted with his absence, ignorant of the press of his form against yours, and to endure cold nights as a permanent reminder he would never return home. To never know more. The doubts that shook your heart, whispered anxieties to the pit of your stomach was only soothed by the warmth of his breath, warm and reassuring against your neck. Delicate in the touch of his calloused fingers, careful to gently unfold your fingers from the lantern’s frame.

                Shota’s fingers intertwined between your owns. If only to remind you that life still resided within his bones. The flicker of the flame ascended from your reach. The cutesy motif of a cat the pro-hero had etched into one side, oblivious to the scribble of your hand writing. Urged prayers, hummed into your heart, into your soul.

                Your wishes carried to the heavens.

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Hii I have a couple of questions about ur lovely AU (might help with art block idk 🤷)

Occupations! What are some of the main Sprunki's jobs? How does the currency there work?

Other question! Do Sprunki's have there own special way of showing affection, or does it just depend on their species? Like how Wenda is a cat, would she show affection like how a cat would?

Take ur time with this ask btw, have a lovely day/night! ⭐

Hi!! Thank you asking!!! I'll try my best to answer coherently im really bad at words :(

1. Like I said Pinki is a manicurist/stylist

Garnold and Clunkr work as inventors to help create instruments to help Sprunkis with RSD and general life

Jevin secretly works as a hotdog vender (mustard ref) to support his little brother

Im not sure about the others

2. I guess the currency works kinds the same as in the real world, maybe in the form of coins

3. I love this question, okay so to show affection they start singing together in pitch and their glows starts melting together, the brighter the more they like eachother :3 but yes,

Wenda will purr and nuzzle against people she likes

Lovfy brings toys to others she likes

Lots of sprunkis lick and groom eachother (usually towards family members and significant others)

Thank you for asking!!! I love it when people ask me about my art! :3