#He doesn't fear much but in this situation he WOULD

[yapdad]

(trueform) sukuna, the amalgamation of all things sharp and evil, is... a virgin?

you laugh when he tells you. he ponders the merits of spanking you for making a fool of his abstinence.

'don't mock me' he had pouted like a kicked puppy, eyebrows knit together in a faux fury that just makes him look dumb, because anger on ryomen sukuna is only natural in every direction but yours.

you have that asshole wrapped around your finger.

well, you did. until you laughed at him for being a virgin, and he decided his many years of celibacy were ideal to be broken by someone with your gall.

know you're wrapped around his fingers. literally, knuckles deep while he plunges them in and out and in and out of your pussy on a grating loop that has your vision gated by stars and tears after only a few minutes.

he's fucking good for a virgin. you wonder if he's better with his cock than he is with his fingers—whether he's fucked his fist late at night to the thought of doing things like this to you. how depraved he's let his mind become. if his fantasies would frighten you or not.

"i didn't mean to laugh," you try pleading after your first orgasm on his fingers. "i wasn't laughing at you, it's just hard to believe. don't you have concubines?"

"i'm not a philanderer," he grunts, curling his thick fingers inside of you.

"do you even—fuck, ryomen—do you even know what a philanderer is?"

"a whore," he bites. "i saw no point in engaging in such... carnal affairs. i don't like playing with my food."

well that's a lie. you roll your eyes, half in defiance and half because you think sukuna might be rewiring your brain matter with this kind of pleasure. so much so that you start to say stupid things without thinking of the consequences in doing so.

"so it's not because your cock is small?"

and he stops. you're thankful for the break, though you tighten around his fingers in some sort of biological protest to the lack of stimulation. sukuna, all hot and heady, takes your face in his one of his free hands and squeezes your cheeks together, bulging your lips.

"my cocks are adequate in size."

"cocks?" you're speech is muffled by sukuna's grip on your face. "like, more than one?" you squint your eyes at him "do you have multiple cocks, sukuna?"

indeed he does.

after another orgasm on his fingers, and then one on his tongue (which left both you and him in a mess of spit and sweet release) he finally disrobed and let you bask in the frightening sight of his two cocks, stacked one on top of the other, both hard and veiny and leaking at the tips with a copious amount of pre.

he's huge. in both cases. you suppose you should have signed something before laying down for the man, right? still, a curling need eats at your lower stomach: to have him like this when no one else has.

"are... will..." you clear your throat. "so, uh. they're both going inside of me?"

sukuna doesn't speak at first, probably because he's growing impossibly harder at the look of fear on your face. he lays you back and situates you beneath him, his rough hands oddly gentle for what's most likely the last kind thing he'll do to you tonight.

"no," he says. "next time. i want to... see something."

see something? sukuna steps between your parted legs and looks lustfully at the mess he's left of you. you're somewhat ashamed for becoming such a sight after teasing him like you did, but the hunger in his eyes are enough of a balm to shift your shame into... fear? want? a deep-rooted masochism?

kuna strokes one of his cocks, the one on the underside, a few times before lining it up with your entrance. resigned to your fate, you close your eyes and take a long breath in and then letting the air empty from your lungs in preparation for the stretch.

but it doesn't come.

you open one eye to find sukuna staring back at you. two of his hands hold your thighs apart in a force that is sure to leave bruises, the third holds his cock steady against your pulsing hole... but the fourth just hangs.

that is, until he snakes it up your torso, nice and slow, and then trails it down the length of your arm to lace his fingers with yours. a hand to hold through his first time.

"tell anyone and i end your bloodline," he says. you smile, and he growls and presses forward, taking the plunge and entering your tight warmth, leaving his virginity at the door.

as he pushes himself further and further in, his second cock rests on your stomach, leaking pre-cum all over your pretty skin. once he's bottomed out, which is a feat that takes a whole lot of squirming and clenched teeth on your end, he stills inside of you.

his eyes are glued to where his second cock lays on your tummy. it's an indicator of just how deep inside of you he is. how much of your body he's claimed as his own in that searing but all-too pleasurable stretch of his mean size. he squeezes your hand tight.

you're already teary-eyed, revelling in the almost hedonistic way your pussy tries to suck him in even further. you're sure that any deeper would be a health risk, but you've never felt this good before. this full.

and still, sukuna just stares down at his cock laying on your belly. he's so deep, sheathed inside of you in the most intimate display of connection besides... cannibalism? his mind races, his mouth goes dry, and with an almost pathetic moan from deep in his chest, ryomen sukuna cums both inside of you and all over your stomach at the same time.

without even a full thrust inside of you.

you gasp, the sheer amount of cum flooding into you at once is overwhelming. "did you just—"

"no."

you lift your head to look at the release painting your stomach: so much so that it's covering your tits too. "you just came in one stroke."

"shut the fuck up."

"you really are a virgin, still holding my hand, too."

sukuna growls at that, lowers his body against yours just to show off his crushing weight. a bite to your earlobe is soon followed by a few harsh words in your ear.

"do you want to be ripped in half by my cocks? shut your fucking mouth or i'll gladly—"

"yes. please, yes. yeah. let's do it."

[wxsteriawishes]

how to manipulate the lads boys

(not that we would ever do that. . . right?)

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content: toxic behavior

caleb

1. he's scared of losing you. so use that fear. remind him how you managed to move on when you thought he had died. show him you have other options. threaten to leave him if he doesn't let you have your way. he'll do anything to get you to stay. compare him to others. mention how your friend's boyfriend never gets so annoyed by a night-out, why did he have to care so much?

2. pretend you're heartbroken each time you mess up. apologize, say sorry and don't let him change the subject. cry, pretend to lose your appetite, mess up your sleep schedule for a few nights. show how much you regret whatever it is that you did. he always forgives you anyway.

3. he prides himself on knowing you well. it's part of why he thinks you should be with him. show him how much you've changed, how little he seems to understand your needs now. he'll desperately change to fit your needs, no matter how outrageous they are.

rafayel

1. this one's tricky, because 99% of the time, he's the one manipulating others. so you have to build trust before you feed his paranoia. make him believe you're innocent, you're genuine, you're pure. that way, he can't see you as anything but an angel. he'll confuse himself, desperate to pin the blame on anyone else, maybe even himself.

2. subtly say or do things that he hates, but play it off. he uses humor to cope, his banter is a mask. tell him that you went out to dinner with a guy, but you didn't think it'd be a big deal so you never brought it up. when you're cleaning his studio, accidentally break that old brush he never used anyway. lie about breaking it. act sorry when he finds out. he'll get so caught up in the little things that he'll start to overthink. when you try to play off the more serious things, he'll second-guess himself and convince himself it also wasn't that big of a deal, like usual.

3. despite the smiles, he is a little insecure. he doesn't always trust your love. and your words always cut deep. you may fight with him often, but you also make up almost immediately. choose your insults carefully. even if you claim to have said them in the heat of the moment, he won't forget them. tell him what he's doing wrong, hit him where it hurts. even if you're longer upset with him about it, he'll keep you in mind. he'll stay in line.

sylus

1. use your bond with him to your advantage. each time he gets upset and wants space, make sure he can't leave. pretend you can't control it. let him lose control and lash out. that way, he has to be the one to apologize instead of you. he already knows he used to disgust you when you first reunited. if he oversteps and you're trembling, he'll believe it again. he'll back up, won't be so controlling, if it meant showing you he would never hurt you.

2. similar to rafayel, he might be pulling the strings even when you think you have everything under your control. so start doing the same back. similar to the first point, when he lashes out about you putting yourself in danger, flip it back on him. he does the same, doesn't he? and why was he shouting at you? guilt trip him to insanity.

3. ask for space. even if you don't need it, take the space to gather your bearings. give it a day or two, maybe even a week, depending on the situation. he'll crack first, coming to you to talk, because were you still upset? he'll get scared you've finally had enough of him and that you might leave. he'll take the blame, tripping over himself to do it, even if he wasn't the one in the wrong.

xavier

1. gaslight him. he won't think you'll ever lie to him, so work off of that. if he disapproves of something you did and gets upset, act as if that was normal these days. say it was a prank, just a little joke. explain you didn't mean anything behind it, it'll imply he was overreacting. he'll get the hint and drop the issue quickly.

2. he's clingy and he doesn't like it when you avoid him. there's your strategy. when he does something you don't like, give him the silent treatment. avoid him, pretend he's invisible, it'll drive him a little insane. he'll do anything to get you to stop ignoring him. if he apologizes for the right thing, let up a bit. start giving dry responses, he'll be relieved you were at least speaking to him again. he'll keep himself in check, you won't have to do much.

3. love bomb him. get him used to an affectionate routine of kisses, praises, cuddles, and surprises. the second you stop, or pull back a little, he will be affected. if you want something, or if he messed up, this will put him back on high alert, ready to apologize and please you.

zayne

1. won't work until he finally begins to trust that you love him as much as he loves you. sandwich your complaints between two compliments. mention how much you value him, but he just didn't seem to do this or act like that. but of course he's such a selfless person, so how can you complain? he doesn't like hearing that last part. he doesn't like you excusing his bad traits just because you love him, or certain parts of him. he'll try to fix whatever he can, even if your complaint might've actually been trivial or unreasonable.

2. it's not him, it's you. emphasize how he's not to blame, there has to be a fault within you. because he will not believe that second part. he'll over-analyze the situation, disregard his emotions and only think logically. he'll reason his way to pinpoint himself as the problem, he'll sit you down and ask you what he needs to do to be better. make sure to be very grateful, because he didn't need to do all of this. you already loved him so much. but if he really wanted to. . .

3. get injured. seriously. catch a cold, bruise your rib mid-mission, or somehow manage to get his evol to go out of control and hurt you. his biggest fear is hurting others, he has nightmares of killing you. he'll already feel guilty the second he sees you not in perfect health. he'll put aside everything, the horror of losing you, of being the reason you might be gone, will soften him. he'll be wrapped around your finger.

ranking

easiest to hardest to successfully manipulate

1. caleb (um, he's too desperate for you. yes, he's literally a menace as colonel, but you're you)

2. xavier (extremely intelligent, but he trusts you too much. won't question you)

3. zayne (he already has a feeling you deserve better, so he understands when you're dissatisfied with him)

4. sylus (observant and keen to pick up any ingenuity, but he's too attached to notice/care with you)

5. rafayel (the og manipulator. he's good at networking and he's popular for a reason. you might both be manipulating each other simultaneously. however. you betrayed him once before, you could do it again)

[dmitriene]

for the lovely @dauhtrofsevnthshe

cw: lowhonor arthur, intimacy struggles, falling in love, smut is there, usual mentions of arthur's character issues.

arthur morgan is a gnarled man used to be awkward with his or other's touches, to shy away from the any tender, heartwarming contact, the one filled with a sincere want to soothe or make him feel valued — a thumb rubbing his shoulder in soothing reassurance, a hug warm and tight enough to make him feel safe, to go lax into the embrace, strip him off the many disguising layers he wears as his natural skin, so he runs.

when called a good man, he doesn't believes, a thing like him, a wolf in a sheeps clothing, can't be any near good, he robs people, he kills people, he abandoned the proper life and love he could have only to become a bastard, the one who brings fear in other's eyes, tears to women's cheeks, bullets in their men's chests, leaving all things behind plundered empty, other people's souls, other people's pockets, with only his mean grin in their memory.

that's what puts an end to any sought of intimacy — arthur's own traitorous head, the nagging thought that he is not worthy, that everyone are trying to deceive him, for bad purposes, or for the sake of ridicule, he doesn't welcomes nor a beautiful, innocent lady, or even a woman who will do anything for money, and even his own close circle he treats with slight apprehension, relaxing only when he is patted roughly, not caressed.

he's an outlaw after all, a trusted hand of a well known gang leader, he needs to be feared, needs to be roughened, or he would go disgustingly tender, would start hesitating, stuck wondering about what he does with his one and only life for too much, would allow to put his gun aside, to try and solve situations with words, with apologies, with pity, and everyone would see how weak he is, that softness trapped deep inside behind wolf's teeth's.

but it's you, you make that difference — let arthur open up, if only for a little, away from the scrutinizing and expecting gazes, where only you can see, making it so magically easy

to admit his worries, his fears, the wrongness of his actions and life deeds, and it's like a confessional, but without condemnation, without expectation, just your softened look, full of tenderness and understanding, soft hands gently touching his, so calloused and dirty, and your lips.

you teach him how to accept, anything, longer touches, gentle hugs, voiced concern about his wellbeing, about his wounds, just about him, and he does starts to learn, telling you how his day have been when he returns to the camp and goes right to find you, shows you the sketches in his journal, something once sacred for his eyes alone now placed in your hands, and you reward him with a broad, radiant smile and sweet speeches, under the weight of which his shoulders lose their previous weight.

arthur knows he's fallen bad with such a laughable, cruel ease — but there's nothing he can do, can he?

you're in his thoughts, day and night and when he's away for weeks, you're close when he needs help, easy talk or midnight silence in front of the fire, but with you close, always, holding his hand, leaning on his broad shoulder, brushing your palm against his roughly outgrown stubble and teasing that he looks rough, and still, you look at him as something worthy of your sweet attention.

arthur wants to be wrapped up in your silk and your frills, he wants to be kissed by your plump lips, he wants to be mapped by your hands, he wants his name, usually shouted or snarled, coming out of your mouth as a moan — that's how he comes to realize that he craves the intimacy he missed, but not anyone's, no, he needs it coming up on your palms so he could devour, and you do, giggling so affectionately.

you let his tongue tangle with yours, mess of drool and sloppy press of chapped lips, with rasp of stubble against your sensitive skin, making you squirm, and still, beckon him closer, grasping at his hair, mussing the brown locks beneath, making his perfectly blue eyes flutter in mute pleasure, giving out as a growl into your mouth, making you sigh, open wider, and pull him with you, anywhere.

and he comes as a needy, starved thing, pawing the suppleness of your skin in his rough hands, biting down the tender column of your fragile throat and unmarked shoulders, saccharine as the sweets they sell at those expensive shops for nobles, beneath his sharp canines, all for him, sprawled as a prey, but looking at him with trust, and his knees give out beneath him as a wordless vow to you, as his new place, beside you, your foot, a man swooned and from wolf turned into a puppy.

he bottoms out his twitching cock inside your slicked, fluttering cunt and shudders whole — spine bowing, breath catching on something more breathless than a sob, eyes squeezing shut tightly, while holding your trembling body against his broad chest and listening to your melodious, needy moans, the way you accept him, parting your legs further, rolling your hips down, kissing his face passionately, each freckle and scar, asking for more, turning him a madman.

he handles you like a porcelain figurine, kisses like a lovesick fool, and never would regret it, not with how you shiver as his lips trail against your sternum, breasts covered with blooms of hickeys, bruising as a brand, your legs curling over his broad hips, pulling him closer, deeper, calling his name over and over.

until arthur would shiver with you in synced orgasm, moaning into your mouth, collecting your gasps of pleasure, stepping over any heights just for you, because you deserve it, after the way you have opened a new world to him, guided him through, and never asked for anything in return, ending up with his heart at your mercy.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[blitzwhore]

That's an interesting question! After giving it a bit of thought, I personally think there wasn't precedent for either thing—a Goetia being spared, or a Goetia being executed.

Firstly, because as Andrealphus said, "a Goetia has never behaved like this before". No one has stepped out of line/out of their intended role before the way Stolas has. That doesn't mean they've not committed what we the audience would consider crimes (eg. Killing, abusing the lower class, etc); but to me, it does mean that they've only ever stuck to crimes that the rest of the upper class could happily ignore, because they were unaffected by it, or even benefitted from it.

And secondly, because I believe the story at large is pointing at how Stolas and Blitz are both outliers in their own worlds, both achieving things that someone of their social status has never achieved before. They're the ones setting the precedent and breaking the chains. Blitz by surviving Satan's death sentence, and Stolas, in this instance, by being judged for a crime in the first place. I think both of these situations are completely unheard of to all Hellborn.

I think the three of them had reasons to believe Stolas could be executed—but those reasons had nothing to do with other Goetia having been executed in the past.

Stolas, being young (for a Goetia), and sheltered, and a kind and loving person who also thinks very little of himself, genuinely believed himself equal to Blitz. In fact, he believed Blitz's life was worth more than his own. This all made him blind to his own privilege when facing Satan.

Blitz, as a few people have pointed out in their reblogs, is not blind to their class difference, but he is very aware of Stolas' mortality now because of Striker. Every thought he's ever had about how Stolas is invincible and unable to be killed has already been shattered. If a situation as absurd to Blitz as an imp almost killing a Goetia can (and did) come true, then anything that would seem impossible and absurd could happen to Stolas. Add to that Blitz's trauma around being the reason his loved ones end up dead or badly injured, and any flicker of rational thought is fully out the window.

As for Octavia, ever since Loo Loo Land, the fandom has speculated that, from a very young age, she's had prophecies where Stolas died, or left her. Yes, she's a Goetia, she understands her father's privilege to some extent—but she is also intimately familiar with the notion of losing him. He even addressed it in his lullaby to her, trying to get her to accept and normalise his absence: "when I'm gone you'll be okay". Not if—when. She's not thinking "oh, my dad is royalty, he's clearly not going to get the same treatment as his imp boyfriend"; she's thinking "so this is it. This is how I lose him. No no no no please this can't be it, please this can't be how I lose him, please say this is how he leaves me behind— he promised he wouldn't!"

The three of them are stuck in their own inner worlds in that moment. And the three of them, up to Mastermind, had spent a significant amount of time grappling with Stolas' mortality. Via through her prophecies and nightmares of losing him, which impacted her enough to still be her biggest fear in her teenage years. Stolas through those same prophecies, through his own suicidal ideation, and through the notion of needing a precautionary heir at all. And Blitz through Striker's attack, and being confronted about it at the beginning of Apology Tour, and then being faced with Stolas' emotional vulnerability afterwards.

I think the topic of Stolas' mortality has been one of the main themes of the show since the very beginning, and will continue to be one for the remainder of it. And one of the reasons it holds as much weight as it does is because, as far as we know, no other Goetia's immortality has ever been disputed, or questioned, or threatened before. Stolas is different. Stolas is queer (in both senses of the word), and just by existing and being himself and having his own needs and wants and desires (and acting on them), he's going against a system no one has ever questioned or pushed back against before.

And the message the show has clearly sent so far is that Stolas is very much capable of being hurt and even killed, but—narratively speaking—that doesn't mean he gets to die. Not yet. Not without being loved. Not without healing from all the hurt he's gone through. Not without learning what it's like to live with his choices, good and bad; not without learning how to keep going even when it hurts, how to lean on others when he can't hold himself. Not without knowing what it's like to belong. To be cherished, and loved, and wanted, and needed.

We don't know what will happen to him, how his story will end, but personally, I think it's possible he'll eventually choose to give up his immortality to grow old with Blitz. But for him to choose that, Octavia would have to accept and support this choice; he would never leave her behind otherwise. And right now, she'd never want something like this. So, we'll have to wait and see!

I wholeheartedly agree with everyone who has pointed out that Stolas believing he would die in Blitzø's place highlights how oblivious he is to his own privilege.

But I also want to talk about how Stolas wasn't the only one who genuinely believed he, a Goetia, could die in Blitzø's place.

Blitzø's agonised cries are not the cries of someone who thinks their lover is making it out alive 👀

[saythatuwill]

hello, I really loved your blurbs about husband!vessel. He seems so sweet and lovely 🥹

something stood out to me, where you said he waited to get to Arcadia to propose because he wanted to take you somewhere safe and peaceful. I hope it's ok if I kinda ramble a bit? what if mc had a traumatic past home life or their currently struggling in a bad household? he wants to take you away from that :( he wants you to feel safe in your home :( he doesn't want you to feel afraid or have a chaotic environment anymore :( omg when he's showing them around Arcadia and they marvel at how tranquil and peaceful it is, and Vessel drops The Question and says he wants to make a home with them there. and mc gets emotional because their sweet cryptid is so nurturing and protective and loving and they can't believe they're finally going to be free of chaos and fear :(

I'm kinda projecting here as I'm going through it in my household rn, but just thinking about being rescued by a darling eldritch creature is very appealing. I hope this was okay <3

now playing : the only exception // paramore

hi anon!! i'm so glad you love my blurbs!! and rambling is ALWAYS okay, i promote it here! we love rambles here!!

first off, i want to say that though i'm obviously not in your exact situation, i 100% get it. i come from a rough past home life AND a current rough home situation. from one person struggling to another, you are so loved and we will both power through this! feel free to project and ramble in here as much as you'd like.

tags: @concretejunglefm, @fadingangelwisp, @chey-h, @xmads-omensx, @astronoids, (if you would like to be added/removed from this list, or if i forgot you, dm me!)

now, if i may indulge you...

♡ you never talked about it, but he never asked. in a way he had a feeling that there was something about your home life and/or your family.

♡ maybe it's because you don't invite him to your house, or when you visited the manor you'd overexplain everything you were doing, or you'd get tense if someone was in the room with you.

♡ whatever it was, he knew it hurt you and that was all he needed to know. he wanted to take away your fear and your pain, he wants so badly to protect you and keep you safe.

♡ you were the first thing on his mind when he and the other vessels made it to arcadia. not only was he free, away from something that was not at all good for him, arcadia was peaceful. he could imagine the future he could build with you here, the wedding you two could have, the possibility of children if you wanted them, oh... this was it!

♡ it took months for it to all be figured out. he had to settle in and get his bearings, familiarize himself with his new home, make sure it was safe for himself as well.

♡ then came the proposal planning. it would be your first time in arcadia, he knew that much. but it couldn't JUST be that. no, you're far too special for something so... small. that's how the other vessels get roped into it. the plan? he will show you around arcadia, and then lead you back to the waterfall, where the vessels would play music for the pair and you'd dance together. then, the question.

♡ arcadia was like a dream when you first arrived. pink flowers, big structures, animals and creatures you didn't think existed galore, and beside you vessel is staring down at you, waiting for you to tell him what you think. (bonus if he's not really expressing the excitement correctly, so he's just staring down at you like 👁️👁️)

♡ you love it. how could you not? this land already has something you don't really have yourself; a life free of chaos. somewhere a person could belong and be happy, and not have to take any shit from anyone. you almost envy vessel for having something like this.

♡ he's a chatterbox the entire time, and you are content to listen. he shows you all his favorite spots; the beach, the manor (more like cathedral it's so regal looking) he and the vessels live in and of course their extensive garden in the back, leads you through the ruins and tells you the history he's learned.

♡ you're having the time of your life here as vessel holds your hand and pulls you around. he's so oddly carefree and dare i say a little whimsy, he's literally skipping through the flower fields with the biggest grin on his face.

♡ then you make it to the waterfall with him. fireflies are buzzing around, the water is such a peaceful sound behind you, the stars are out and then suddenly, there's music playing.

♡ "dance with me, petal." he's pulling you closer, and quite frankly you think he's crazy because-

♡ "i can't dance to save my life."

♡ he smiles, tilting his head at you. "neither can i. i suppose we'll have to make do."

♡ neither of you are pro at waltzing, you're kinda just making it up as you go, stepping on each others feet, nearly tripping and falling a few times. yet it's so much fun, it's pure, it's everything.

♡ eventually he's content just lightly swaying with you, leaning down to speak into your ear.

♡ "do you like arcadia, dearheart?"

♡ "of course. this is- wow. your home is... is beautiful." you're looking behind him at the trees, then up at the night sky. you're already loathing the idea of going back home, to being unhappy and uncomfortable again. you wish you could just stay here.

♡ "indeed it is." vessel's not looking anywhere but you when he says that.

♡ "i've never seen a place so peaceful before, so... safe?"

♡ "it is safe, i made sure of it before i brought you here. it would be irresponsible of me to take you somewhere dangerous." he presses his forehead against yours, breathing in your scent, basking in the moment.

♡ "...and this could be ours." he says it so quietly you almost don't catch it. he sounds a little nervous???

♡ "what do you mean?" pull back just enough to look up at him. "this is already yours, what do you mean by-"

♡ "i want to marry you, (name)." okay, normally the procedure is get down on one knee and ask... but give him credit, it's his first time and this is not part of his customs. "i want this home to be ours. no, more than this; i want to make a new home, build a new future... and i wish for you to be part of that. i long for you to be part of my future, my home, anything that comes next, i need you there."

♡ you're full well aware of what's happening now, and you'd already begun crying around the "i want this home to be ours" part. ours. something that you would be a part of and have a say in, somewhere away from the chaos and the pain.

♡ because he doesn't just want to marry you; he wants to save you.

♡ "but if this isn't something you desire, i understand. if you're not ready, i will wait patiently, i assure you. but please know that i long to open the cage that they have locked you within so that you may spread your wings and find freedom such as this for eternity, to honor you in any way that i possibly can, to love you the way you deserve for as long as we both live. to-..." he's getting increasingly nervous, just rambling on at this point.

♡ you grab his face to shut him up, until all he can do is just stare back at you with wide eyes. they're glimmering like he is about to begin crying himself. you're already sobbing.

♡ "of course i want to marry you, are you kidding me?" you had only ever dreamed of something like this; of a new beginning away from fear and hurt. and you're finally getting it. it's real.

♡ he gets so excited that he momentarily loses focus on the form he's trying to maintain. i'm talking like, doubles in size, eyes start glowing, and he's making noises somewhere between laughter and what you can only refer to as... barking??? (that's the only thing you can really compare it to anyway). he picks you up like you weigh nothing and twirls you around.

♡ you don't protest, just bury your face in his chest and cry. it momentarily makes him panic and think he did something wrong until he realizes they're not sad tears; they're happy tears. he starts to purr in an effort to calm you down; comfy vibrations plus the sound is nice.

♡ once he and you both relax a little, he takes your hand very carefully like you were made of porcelain. slips a ring onto your finger; it's nothing extravagant with a big diamond. it's white gold with a rose at its center, which has a pink sapphire embedded. something like that.

♡ it's beautiful, you can't stop looking at it. you have no doubt in your mind he picked it out on his own for you, especially with how proud he looks when you're staring at it.

♡ then he leans in, his voice soft, his words only for your ears.

♡ "you're coming home, my love."

♡ you've never been excited to hear those words until now, and for the first time, they sound correct.

♡ "i'm coming home."

[mullermilkshake]

The face behind the telephone.

You just won't stop and Satoru doesn't know what to do.

Doctor!Satoru Gojo x Fem Obsessed!reader This is a very real situation for someone to be in and might be triggering to some. Viewer discretion is advised, Stalking, Impersonation, Blackmail, Coercion, One night stand, Harassment, Stalking

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“So, how did that date go last week?” Suguru slouched in his office chair and spun around, obviously bored.

Satoru hadn’t heard the last of it and found himself tense up everytime it was mentioned. His date with you at some restaurant he never went to before.

“Ah, y’know. Just not meant to be.”

Suguru chuckled and rolled his chair closer to him, “You fucked her and now you’re ignoring her, is that it?”

To be honest, Satoru let you down gently. It wasn’t unusual for Satoru to meet up with someone, sleep with them and find out that he just wasn’t compatible with them. It was run of the mill if he was frank and Suguru came to expect it by now.

“There were some red flags, she was talkin’ about all this serious shit… after we slept together. I don’t want anything serious, not yet anyway.”

“Oh this is gold, you always get the serious ones, Satoru, how about you send them my way? I’m getting too old for one night stands now.”

“You’re a year younger than me, man.” Now Satoru was laughing at his absurdity.

Suguru rolled back and stretched his back from side to side, “Exactly… you’ll need to settle down eventually. Was serious stuff really the only thing that put you off, or did she fart or something?” Then, he slid on his white lab coat before resuming typing on his keyboard.

Settle down. Satoru never saw himself settling down with anyone, not right now at least. Still, out of all the girls he’d met, you didn’t even make the top one hundred.

“Nah, I’m good. If you’re feeling like an old man, then you go right ahead and settle down, have some kids and get a mortgage.” He shivered at the mere thought but kept the mood light. “And no. I may be shallow sometimes, but I’m still a doctor, nothing like that puts me off, now you’re just putting words in my mouth, asshole.”

Though what Satoru hadn’t told Suguru, was that you hadn’t stopped calling and messaging him since. Despite his protests and pleas to stop trying to insert yourself in his life, you were relentless.

“Yeah, yeah of course. I know you better than anyone here.” Suguru stood up and pulled his stethoscope out from his pocket and slung it around his neck to hold on to. “There’s no perfect woman out there who’s waiting for you, everyone has their flaws y’know, even you.”

Satoru watched him leave, thinking on his words. As much as he wanted to be viewed as the perfect guy, he knew he was far from it. He picked up hobbies and inevitably dropped it a week later due to boredom after he mastered it, and he always had clothes in his hamper no matter how much he did the laundry. Sometimes he liked winding people up because it really gave him a kick that started his day off just right.

He was very much an asshole when he wanted to be. That was his flaw.

But you. You were something else.

Satoru should have held Suguru back and explained everything in detail, but his inability to control the situation would come out as weakness. And he was not weak. 

Suguru wouldn’t judge him at all, if it was serious, he wouldn’t be so cruel as to joke about it. But Satoru would judge himself just as harshly.

His phone had gone off non stop, a text, a call, ten more calls and more messages outlining how annoyed you were that he wasn’t answering, how you would make him listen to you and hear you out. It was a one night stand and you were speaking to him with such familiarity.

08:03 You: Hello??

08:03 You: Plz dont ignore me

08:04 You: Plz speak to me we can make it work

23 Missed calls.

It was how he imagined being married felt like but in an extreme fucked up way that no one ever mentioned in fear of scaring people off from tying the knot.

His phone rang again right there in his hand, vibrating an awful tune he once thought was cool enough to ring out loud in his pocket. Now, just like his morning alarm, the ringtone only brought dread every time he heard it.

Satoru switched his phone on to private and silenced it for a time, giving him time to clear his head and sort himself out for morning rounds in the little private clinic he and Suguru operated.

His little slice of heaven where for some time during the day, he could feel like an actual human being over the last week. Maybe he would sleep in the on-call room that night just for a different change of scenery? It was the best chance of getting a decent sleep if he hid his phone in his office so he wouldn’t be able to notice its rings that far away.

The phone screen lit up again and again. Satoru flipped it over on its front and got up from his seat. He gathered his things, his lab coat and headed off to grab a coffee and sweets, anything to get his brain jittering for the top of his game.

He couldn’t make mistakes at work, not if he wanted those clients coming back in droves.

“Well, don’t you look cheerful today?” Shoko was sitting in the break room, back in her chair with a leg over the other, pretending to read the newspaper in her hand with a steaming cup on the table.

“What are you talkin’ about? I’m always cheerful.” Satoru flashed her his biggest toothy grin and rummaged through the cupboard for his favourite coffee mug.

“Yeah… sure. Anyway, I need a consult for room six. She's trying to talk me into performing a rhinoplasty alongside her other surgery. I’m thinking you’ll be able to tell her that it’s a bad idea.”

“Why would I have any luck?” He poured the decaffeinated tar-like substance in his cup and added plenty of sugar and creamer, eyeing up the Kikufuku on the counter by the fridge.

“You can eat them Gojo… I brought them in for you.” Shoko must have seen him drooling. “And I know if you tell her she’s beautiful just as she is, she won’t push for an unnecessary surgery… She has the biggest crush on you like some schoolgirl.”

He shovelled one down when her statement actually sunk in. “R-right.”

Satoru was a doctor; a surgeon. He wasn’t some pretty boy tool to use at convenience to convince some woman that thought he was attractive enough to keep herself from altering her body needlessly.

He was a surgeon. A professional.

“Mr Gojo? Ah, there you are.” The practice’s receptionist peeped her head around the door.

For as young as she was, the newest member on site, she had one good judge of character and kept everything professional.

“What is it, Miwa?”

“Sorry to bother you so early, but your uh… girlfriend is waiting for you in reception, she said you forgot your lunch so she brought it for you.”

Satoru frowned, he observed the disappointment in her eyes. Shoko snorted and left her chair with the mug in her hands and carrying as much sarcasm on her shoulders as she could. “You have a girlfriend and you didn’t tell me? What am I… an asshole?”

“Thanks Miwa, I’ll be right out.” He watched her leave and turned to Shoko with scepticism. “Shoko, I don’t have a girlfriend. whoever that is, isn’t anyone I know.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat and made his way down to reception, each step worse than the other as he wracked his brain over who it was and what they wanted, though he definitely had his conclusions drawn practically right away.

She’s not that stupid, is she?

“Satoru!” Suguru called down from the opposite hallway and jogged his way over to hit him in the back playfully with a smile. “You liar, I thought you were still single and it takes your new girlfriend to come here? She’s pretty cute.”

“She’s not- look can you get security to come down, I have a bad feeling something’s gonna kick off.”

His smile dropped. “What’s happened, Satoru?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend. Go check my phone; you know my password. It’ll tell you everything.” That was the quickest way to explain, there wasn’t much energy left that he could use on articulating it.

Satoru left him in the corridor and trudged the rest of the way, seeing you immediately chatting away to Miwa in that cutesy way you had done on the first date. He thought you were cute, innocent enough not to give him trouble. That was his first mistake.

“Alright… you take care of yourself, lovely to meet you; Satoru!” You waved at him as though you had x-ray vision and saw him before he saw you.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was low and he noticed Miwa looking over at him every so often. He guided you off to behind one of the large pillars in the open wide windowed reception.

“I came to see you.” Your happy exterior dropped. “You weren’t answering my messages.”

He huffed away the frustration as best as he could, pinching the bridge of his nose to hold back the rush of anxiety. “I haven’t responded because I asked you not to call me again.”

“I gave you space, I’ve given you a week.”

He said your name with the only nicety he could muster. “We went on one date, I don’t know you otherwise. And now you turn up at my workplace?”

You scoffed, clearly hurt at his words by the way you looked down at your feet and fiddled with your fingers. It just pranged a knot in his stomach. “That's an awful thing to say… after that beautiful night we spent together-”

“It was a one night stand, people do that. I told you before we even went on that date that I wasn't looking for anything serious. And when I let you down gently, you flipped out on me.”

Satoru was no coward and every time he cut things off with whoever he was seeing, he always did it in person. However, when he told you it wasn’t going to work out, you freaked out on him.

‘So you just waste my time?!’ 

‘That’s rich, you led me on when you knew I was looking for someone serious!” 

It only took you a day of silence to ruin the facade of a wondrous false sense of security before the multiple texts and calls came. The thing was, Satoru hadn’t given you his number. He had contacted you exclusively through the app like all the other girls, and the women who got further than a few dates, he blocked their numbers after the relationship was over.

“But… You told me  you wanted something serious in time; and I gave you time.” A fucking week wasn’t any time.

You were so matter-of-fact too, standing there with a hand on your hip shifting your weight on one leg and acting like you had been in a relationship with him for well over a year.

“We slept together once. That’s it, there’s nothing else to it. Don’t ever come back here or I’ll get the police involved…”

Were there tears in your eyes? Satoru was sure they were welling up. “How could you say that? Why would you do this to me, after all the things you told me while you were inside me and you’re telling me it was all fake?” By now your voice had raised a little, making a head or two turn to see the commotion.

Satoru was acutely aware of the situation. “That’s a thing called make believe, it’s fake sex talk that’s all it was. Now, please leave.”

You stepped back breathless as though you had just ran around the room, but upon a closer look, it wasn’t entirely honest. “You want me to do what? You pervert!”

Your raised voice turned most of the people waiting in the reception, some whispered and exchanged dirty glances in Satoru’s direction as they watched you start crying. They were almost certainly already assuming their trusted doctor was a perverted asshole who treated people when they were under general anaesthetic and unconscious.

“Shh!” Satoru held you by your shoulders and took you into the nearest empty room. “What the hell are you doing? This is my job, are you psychotic?”

“All I want from you, is you, Satoru. That’s all I ever wanted.”

You’d only known him a week. “Well you won’t get it from me.”

Now you were sobbing, rummaging through your purse for something Satoru did not want to see. “Yeah, well that wasn’t what you promised!”

A little white card, Satoru’s old doctor's card, he recognised the logo immediately. “Where did you get that?”

“You gave this to me last year; see? Look.” You flipped it over and there was his scribbly handwriting.

That card was his old one, right when he and Suguru were looking to start up their own practice. They were still working under the city hospital at the time. And those cards were used to find clients and advertise their new dream.

“Where, did you get that.”

“My father. You saved his life and you told me if there was anything I needed, I could come to you and you would help. And I want you.”

“So you lied, you knew me from before; why did you lie to me?” As far as he knew, a week ago was the first time. But what had you done for the last year, stalk him? Or more like you ensnared him.

“I didn’t. I gave you space so what is the issue with me coming to see you?”

Satoru shook his head vigorously, like he was trying to convince you twice over, he didn’t need convincing himself. “We aren’t in a relationship-”

“You’re ruining everything! Stop playing coy or I can make things so bad around here, I could destroy everything and you wouldn’t be able to do anything-”

“Satoru?” The office door swung open, Suguru and two security guards.

“Shit. Yeah, we’re done here, she needs to be escorted off the property and never allowed back.”

“No!” You lunged for him, hitting his chest as he tried his best to hold you back without hurting you. The last thing the practice needed was a lawsuit.

Once the security guard took a hold of you, it set you off something feral. Clawing at him and grasping at air towards Satoru as you were led away. “Let go of me! Please, Satoru don’t do this, I love you; I can look after you like you did me, I promise!”

“I love you!”

He turned away from you and stared blankly at the wall, he did not remember you nor did he ever want to be near you again.

“Don’t separate us, I need to look after him!”

He would of course pursue this legally, and write out whatever statements that were necessary and even the unnecessary ones.

“Jesus…” Suguru stood there awkwardly not knowing where to look as the door slammed shut and your screams grew muffled until they vanished.

“I didn’t really know how to tell you, man… Shit, that couldn’t have gone much worse.”

Suguru comforted him and placed his hand on his shoulder. “You did in your own way, I’m glad you said, because it could have gotten a hundred times worse.”

The pause between them wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it wasn’t discouraging. “Maybe I should settle down… you don’t know anyone who, y’know, isn’t like that do you?”

Not that Satoru could trust anyone for a while. But maybe it wasn’t the worst idea.

“I might know a few.” Surugu took his hand away and made his way silently towards the door. “Come on, let’s settle our client's nerves and then get everything off your chest. It sounds pretty shitty what happened, so tell me all about it over coffee.”

Satoru nodded and moved too, joining his best friend for the step forward to get past all this stress over the last week.

Hopefully then he could sleep better. 

And perhaps his ringtone wouldn’t give him so much anxiety in his stomach each time someone wanted to get in contact.

No, it was better if he changed it. Just in case.

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work thank you!

[thenexusofsouls]

Hearing that Wanda felt he was helping her just by talking with her and allowing her to get to know him made him so happy. This amazing woman who had taken time out of her life to help someone so strange and different when they were struggling deserved to have that kindness and positivity come back to her in some way. Energy had a way of balancing itself, Xenos knew. Humans sometimes called it karma, whether good or bad. He wanted to make it a point to help the beautiful energy Wanda had sent his way find a way back to her. She deserved to smile and feel as happy as he did right now.

"Would... love... to get to know... you too," he said. "If you... are ever... com-... comfortable... with that." He didn't want to press, but he also didn't want her to think he wasn't interested in knowing more about her, because he most definitely was.

He appreciated so much the way Wanda respected his boundaries and gave him choices instead of simply doing whatever she wanted. Although there was a significant amount of sensory overload that entered into his fear of touch, it was also the way those sensations were thrust upon him when he wasn't prepared for them. If he had a second to anticipate how it would feel, that alone made it feel less intense to him, less overwhelming. And of course the way she'd hugged him was gentle and loose, so he didn't feel caught, held, trapped, or restrained. She seemed to understand so well, and he supposed that was because maybe she had such boundaries herself, in her own way, and she was merely treating him the way she wished to be treated herself. He would certainly do that for her.

When she laid her head against his shoulder, Xenos couldn't help the way he bowed his face against her hair, taking in her scent. It felt so wonderful to have someone want to be that close to him, for he tended to frighten nearly everyone he came across. He supposed he didn't help matters much by being so standoffish, but he'd never felt that way with Wanda.

She would hug and touch him to help him get used to happy touching? As if Wanda couldn't get any more amazing to him, she just did. Xenos smiled so brightly then. "I... give you... permission... to touch... and hug. I trust you. Warning first... does help... though," he said. "Would like... to get used... to your touches, Wanda. Never knew... touch... could feel so nice."

Xenos thought for a moment, though. Since she was doing so much for him, he felt like he ought to do more for her, he just didn't know what she might need from him. "Anything... you want... from me? Can do... something... for you?" he offered, eager to make her as happy as she'd made him.

- - - - -

"I am doing it to be able to trap him, just not right now," Stephen admitted. "I want to know that I can get control of the situation if he threatens the general public. He doesn't need to know that's what I'm doing, but I've got a responsibility to make sure I can handle him if I need to."

"Yeah, well, just don't piss Wanda off, okay, we have to live with her. You go home to your... magical... library... place... and-"

"-magical library place?"

"-leave us here to face the wrath of a very short but very angry woman, and that's really not fair," Tony said, talking right over Stephen. "Keep that in mind."

"I'll try to," Stephen said, forcing a smile.

"Why do I think he's going to get us all in trouble with Wanda?" Tony asked Steve after Strange had left. The playful banter between them, though, was a welcome change of subject. "Well, I have to make sure they're straight, you know, and you can't do that if you're... right up... in there," he said, putting a flat hand in front of his face to demonstrate. "I gotta step back and get perspective. Plus you can lift a lot more than I can. Don't make me get the suit. I don't wanna spend my afternoon filling out property damage claims if I overshoot something," he joked.

They made their way to one of the vacant rooms near Wanda's own, and Tony was happy to see a pile of boxes in the hallway. "Oh good, here they are." Once they'd carted the panels into the room, unboxed them, and got them installed, a little over an hour had passed. They'd made several changes to the room besides that, including changing the bedding, changing the settings on the intercom, and Tony even had a quieter toilet installed. "Anything else you can think of for someone with uh... sound and sensory issues?" he asked Steve.

what are you afraid of? (Xenos)

Xenos should never have come this close to this developed of a human city. Even wandering the suburbs of New York City had been a trial for him, with car horns blaring, people yelling, and a sense of too many things moving around him all at once. But once he'd reached deep into the city, he knew he'd made a mistake. There was a stark lack of awareness from the people walking around him. Some bumped into him without warning while others simply seemed to have no spatial awareness whatsoever. There were even more car horns, and more yelling, and Xenos felt his chest tightening from the stress of it all.

Soon, he couldn't breathe, and try as he might to get out of there, it seemed the more he walked, the deeper into the city he embedded himself. "Back!" Xenos shouted to someone who had bumped into him hard, pushing him away with one of his hands.

"Hey man, screw you!" the human said to him as he kept on walking.

He hadn't realized that he'd wandered into a roadway until he was almost hit by a car. It screeched to a halt and Xenos lifted his hands to cover his ears as the sound of the car's horn blared so loudly he thought he would die. "Get away!" he yelled, and it happened. His magic lashed out, creating a dome of isolation around him, encompassing the entire block. Everything went silent, for he'd removed all the humans from within the dome, leaving them outside its invisible border. Inside, he left the animals and insects for they did not bother him, but the cars, trucks and buses were now uninhabited, turned off, still.

The silence was wonderful, and he felt the tension begin to release him. The dome's barrier kept out the sounds of the surrounding city, as well as those of the angry and confused humans who had been moved from their vehicles, or who could no longer pass down the street because of the invisible barrier. While Xenos paced back and forth in the middle of the street, slowly calming himself, people outside the dome where already calling emergency services and police, angry and scared by what had occurred.

The Avengers were called in.

Xenos moved inside a building, where it was dim and peaceful, taking deep breaths as he slowly wandered around. This was better. Much better. He didn't care or even realize the disruption he'd just caused within a major human city.

Outside, people were telling tales of a strange man who had somehow made invisible walls in the city, not fully understanding what all had happened. When the Avengers arrived, they were met with a large block of New York City that looked... empty, uninhabited. Cars left abandoned, doors to buildings left open. It looked like something out of a zombie apocalypse... but where were the zombies?

Steve couldn't punch through the wall. Tony's repulsors couldn't penetrate it either. They couldn't even see what it was they were trying to knock down. But not all members of the team were as hindered by the magical barrier as the rest...

Xenos knew the moment someone had entered the dome, and he twitched with the sensation of his magic being disturbed. Perplexed, for this had never happened before, he walked to the door of the building and peered out. A human was there... but how? No human should be able to defy his magic. None ever had before. He watched her from afar for a bit, until it seemed that she was, either intentionally or inadvertently, headed right for him. Did she know he was there? No, no, she could not. Humans lacked such senses, he knew, especially in this time. The sorcerers of old were all but gone from the world now, or... or at least Xenos hadn't encountered any for a very long time.

Slowly, he stepped out of the building and onto the sidewalk, his body tilting awkwardly to the right as his head did the same, as though he was trying to size her up and see her better. When she spoke to him, he recoiled suddenly from the sound of her voice. He didn't take steps back from her, but rather only leaned back, his head snapping backward a bit as a dog or cat might do if they were startled while curiously trying to get the scent of something. He thought about her words for some time before responding.

"Not afraid," he said, but his voice was barely there. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken to anyone to any real capacity, and his voice suffered from a lack of use. He didn't think it was loud enough for communication purposes, so he tried again. "Not... afraid." Xenos put up his hand almost as if he was making a wait a minute motion with it, but moved it up and down, as though pressing some imaginary buzzer in the air, his fingers outstretched. He was merely thinking of the right word, his head turning this way and that like the word might suddenly be floating in the air somewhere he could see. "Overwhelmed," he finally decided upon. "The city is... too much." His hands found his head and he swayed a bit, as thought he was in pain. "So I have expelled it... from this space." He then made a pushing away motion with both his hands, moving them out from his body.

But then Xenos' head tilted again, his face obscured by the draping hood of his long coat. "How...?" he asked, pointing back in the direction she came. "How... did you enter?"

[rmbunnie]

I like Batman. I like Batman as a character. I like Bruce Wayne. But it is very unserious when people act like Jason Todd, or maybe Damian, the robins as a whole, or any one writer, or any specific story arc, is singlehandedly corrupting Bruce’s character into an severe and inflexible colleague and distant, emotionally-unavailable father. Because even if he hadn't consistently been a questionable, loving yet unhealthy AT BEST father figure in the majority of his appearances since the early 80s (and I do mean to Dick, to Cass (actually shaping her into his image in Batgirl 2000 at the cost of her social development and autonomy ISNT good,) a BAD mentor to Steph, not even getting into Helena, like truly it’s not all about Jason?) The first well-written book that comes to mind where his morality is at its worst imo? That’s Wonder Woman: Hiketeia. No robins, no batfamily, just Bruce putting aside Wonder Woman’s input and the context of the situation and chasing down a girl who killed the men responsible for trafficking, assaulting, and killing her baby sister, to the point where it ends with her jumping off a cliff.

And the thing is I still like reading him in Hiketeia, because he fills the role he needs to fill in that story well, his actions align with his wordview even if it’s taken to the extreme in an uncharitable way, and he keeps my attention. I just think it’s goofy how some of us on here look at the guy who’s big character trait is being a hard-to-know, stubborn, and condescending control freak who puts other people's emotions on the wayside in favor of his mission prolifically, and go “all he did was LOVE TOO MUCH! His mean kids and associates and teammates are PUNISHING HIM for LOVING with his BIG BIG HEART and it’s tainting the narrative!” And you could say “well Hiketeia doesn't count, Greg Rucka is just a hater!” (though I certainly wouldn’t.) But when the issue is Damian entertaining the idea of leaving the family business, and before that it’s Red Hood stepping on toes, and then, wait, before that it’s Green Arrow and Wonder Woman, and then Huntress, and then oh wait we can’t think about the weird patch with Nightwing where their relationship was super rocky, and then Jason but before he died, and of course the Green Lanterns are basically treated like punching bags for him to do something awesome then- Like maybe if it’s a consistent pattern spanning what, 20, 30 years now? The issue isn’t Damian or Red Hood alone, or PKJ or Greg Rucka or Judd Winick or Marv Wolfman + George Perez or even Jim Starlin being a hater, but your blorbo just having extremely well-documented character flaws?

[pielove123clan]

My head's being mean to me again. Big oof.

[menodoramoon]

Is Hercules right? Probably. Nothing Menodora is saying would inspire much confidence. If it were Stella in this situation, Menodora would be this adamant or more than Stella do everything in her power to take care and be vigilant. Menodora would encourage Stella to call the police, to report it. Menodora would have put up every ward in Stella's house to keep her safe. She would install some sort of Mundus security system if the landlord would allow it.

This sort of thing didn't happen to Stella, though. And Stella wasn't like Menodora. Stella wasn't the Undaunted Countess, with all the history and power behind that. Stella, Menodora was sure, wouldn't be able to handle this alone. She shouldn't. Menodora could.

"It's fine, I'm fine," she says, contrary to her earlier statement, "I don't need additional protections. I'll get some wards, I'll put up some alarm spells, I'll change the locks if it'll put your mind at ease. Does that make it better? If I do those things will you stop fretting?" Her mood has turned defensive and she knows she's being petulant but she can't help it. Hercules doesn't understand and couldn't. And if she's going to lose his favor over this, it might as well be through the route that leaves him more in the dark.

Light wasn't always a good thing.

And besides everything else, there was something about all of this that was far too painful to unearth. Feelings that churned... Deep down she knew Hercules's fears were founded, the heavier implications of what she was saying could be scary.

Maybe she should think more on that? Maybe she could just shove that down forever.

"Well stop worrying," she snaps, something in her coming wildly undone. Her tightly coiled attempts at control quickly unraveling to this state. Her posture has shifted, as have her eyes, she's sure. Just slightly more light sensitive. Probably bluer, she imagined. "I can handle myself, and even if it was targeted I can take care of it. I don't know if for fact, it could be nothing. I could be being melodramatic. There's nothing to be scared of, Hercules. I'm. Fine."

(She always did have a temper.)

They're just stood there on the path, and Menodora doesn't like that. It's too open, too visible. Too vulnerable. Menodora had hoped from the beginning to downplay this. She hates that she was honest with him, she hates that this is what care got them.

She hates that he's this worried about her.

She hates that he's so persistent.

She hates that she's refusing him.

More than anything in this moment, she hates herself.

A Reasonable Show of Concern - Mene

[cloudbends]

ok gquuuux is really good. they're ALL freaks <- affectionate and excited

[mad-hunts]

what chess piece represents you?

the black knight.

you are a black knight, the black sheep, the underdog. as the only piece that can jump over others, you can easily get yourself in and out of situations - always catching people off guard with your charisma and cunning. you move in the shadows, trading information with shady people, getting the upper hand through not always good methods. how far do you think this road can take you? for all your charisma or cunning, lies can only get you so far. one day, that mask you've put on will slip, and you'll be left defenseless. but until then, oh black knight, live like there's no tomorrow - because there might not be.

tagged by: @divingdownthehole.

tagging: @lvebug, @twcfaces, @talentforlying, @forensisch, and anyone else who might like to do this quiz!

[catcatb0y]

I ran out of tag... (It's mostly like two things that end up becoming annoyingly intertwined the more the series goes on). He was only powerful when it was convenient to the power scaling, which led to him being constantly put in otherwise intensely traumatizing victim situations solely to spur the main character into saving him no matter the cost. Which normally would have only furthered his unrealistic inferiority complex (and also his fear of weakness as well as distaste for weak people given how many people VICTIM BLAMED HIM, which you'd think would only confirm his fucking bias??) which OOPS was made into a... realistic inferiority complex?? Somehow solely to show that the MC somehow managed to grow past the underdog he never fucking was, and since the fans adored this, that became his only character! Yeah, somehow THAT was his big character growth...

He went from a complex, morally grey character to UwU empty ship fodder, and the fans of the series ate it up SO much that one of the main villains (one of the only people who genuinely acknowledged the strength and horrible treatment of my silly guy) telling him 'You're useless actually, I just want to kill you to make that other kid sad lol-' is seen as his PEAK. That. That's his peak. That's the "good ol days" the shipdom romantacizes. A villain poking at his weakness and deepest insecurity is somehow the canonizing moment of the ship (and it doesn't even happen, MC gets mad at his best friend's death for three seconds and then effortlessly kicks the villain's ass, as like the shittiest cherry on top) < it only gets worse from there!

I was also a shipper back in the day, and, in hindsight, I really should have seen the whole shitshow coming, but unfortunately I went on to dedicate six years to this hyperfixation that continues to haunt me three years after I attempted to quit the fandom cold turkey. It didn't even work.

reblog this with one canon thing you dislike / think is flawed about your blorbo and/or the way they were written

[freefallintothevoid]

I've always loved the idea that the Bats are feared in Gotham for the exact same reasons that the Justice League and the rest of the world deems them to be trustworthy and safe

Batman is respected outside of Gotham because of his staunch refusal to kill even when it would be easier. Gotham criminals are terrified because it's well known that his no-kill rule is his biggest hard limit on what he's willing to do. Pretty much everything else goes and they know it

Nightwing is widely beloved for being the nicest and happiest member of the Bats. His smile and constant playful banter are contagious and always make a situation seem better. In Gotham, the only other people who smile and laugh and have that much fun in combat are Harley Quinn and the Joker

Red Hood is a well-known murderous crime lord, but the League is able to trust him because he's one of the Bats. Gotham loves Red Hood the crime lord because his regulation of drug dealers and constant protection of the weak has done wonders for the lower class of the city. He's terrifying because of his open affiliation with the Bats

Red Robin is well known to be a skilled detective who always has a plan to save the day. In Gotham his meticulous investigations and planning are scary because no one can beat them. It's nearly impossible to outsmart someone who is the smaller more calculatedly vicious version of the Batman himself

When Robin doesn't unsheath his sword or bring it with him to a fight, other heroes are glad to see him get used to less violent methods of combat. If someone from Gotham sees Robin enter a fight without a sword, they're terrified because everyone knows Robin deems his sword to be the most efficient weapon for fighting, and if he's not using it things are going to be far more brutal than normal.

Signal is the only Bat that goes out in the day, and is therefore considered less broody and scary to many non-gothamites. Gotham is scared because he's a Bat that shows up during the day.

Orphan/Black Bat is a very skilled hand to hand combatant that the League knows can handle herself. In Gotham, anyone her height that can still win against someone like Bane in a one on one fight is immediately on the 'do not anger' list.

Spoiler is friendly and gets along pretty well with everyone. She's easy to talk to and work with. In Gotham her friendliness has made more than a few give up important information by accident. They like talking to her despite knowing full well that its a terrible idea. She puts them at ease more than she possibly should because she sounds just like one of them

Gotham always flips everything on its head, and that applies to how and why the Bats are perceived the way they are too

[differenteagletragedy]

In which Simon Riley meets a distressed single mom at the park and is immediately LOCKED IN.

Here's Part Two and Part Three and Part Four and Part Five and Part Six and Part Seven and Part Eight and Part Nine :)

Simon likes going for walks.

It's an easy way to eat up time when he's on leave -- every minute he's walking is another minute he doesn't have to sit staring at the walls in his cold, dull apartment. And this way, he gets to see all sorts of things, trees and flowers, beautiful buildings and people that he passes by so quickly that he can almost convince himself they're beautiful too.

He doesn't think highly enough of himself to believe that he can truly have any of these things. That's why his apartment is bare bones, sparsely furnished with only the necessities, nothing even close to a frill in sight. But on his walks, he can catch little glimpses. He's been telling himself for so long that this is enough that most of the time, he believes it.

Then he met you. And now, suddenly none of it matters -- what he believes he deserves, what he thinks he can get by with, none of it. Because for the first time in a long time, maybe ever, he's filled with such an exquisite, excruciating rush of want that it drowns out everything else, floods all the ugly little nooks and crannies in his mind and his heart until all that's left is you.

It happened at the park. Not the big one he walks by sometimes in the nicer part of town, with its brand new shiny jungle gym and the constant crowd of children and parents and nannies and noise -- no, it was at the small little rundown one closer to home. The one that's almost always vacant, which is probably one of the reasons why he noticed you there.

Another, much more notable reason would be the way you were nearly screeching, your voice filled with panic and fear as you stood by one of the tall slides.

Simon heard you from a distance, and when he was close enough to see you, it was easy enough to figure out why. You were standing there, your belly big and swollen with child, looking up at a little boy with your complexion and hair color as he stood by the railing of the steps leading up to the slide.

"Get down right this instant," he heard you hiss when he snuck even closer. "Charlie, i swear to God, this isn't funny, get down."

The boy, with a playful, terrorizing little smile Simon could make out from a distance, shook his head, replying, "You come get me."

And there was the problem. You couldn't get up the narrow little staircase of that part of the playground with your pregnant belly, and the boy wouldn't come down on his own. Simon surveyed the park once more, but he already knew there was no one else there. You were alone, no husband to step in and take care of things.

At this point, he was strolling along the sidewalk beside the park, trying to decide if he wanted to help or not. On one hand, you seemed a little desperate, but on the other, he didn't want to frighten you even more. He knows how imposing he can be, and at least in these kinds of situations, he's mindful of it.

Then he hears it: a frustrated, choked little sob from you. That made up his mind.

"All right?" he asked carefully, slowly approaching you.

You jumped at the sound of his voice, your hand instinctively going to cradle your bump, then glanced back up at the boy.

"We're fine," you told Simon. "We're just waiting on my husband to come back, then we'll call it a day."

It was a weak lie -- he'd already clocked that you weren't wearing a wedding ring, nor did you have a tan line there, but even if he didn't go on that, you were just not a good liar. He might have laughed at your attempt to brush him off, but then little boy put his hands on the railing and leaned over it to greet him, and your nervous gasp brought him back to the situation at hand.

"Charlie, stop," you barked, an authoritative mom voice if he'd ever heard one. But Charlie, it seemed, was a headstrong little thing, and he simply laughed and began jumping, apparently not noticing or caring that his reckless behavior was causing you so much stress.

"Could get him down for you, if you like."

He didn't know why he said that. Why he even thought to offer. But you looked up at him, really looked at him with those wide, teary eyes, and he knew he'd do that and so much more, if only you'd let him.

"I can't ... it's ok, you don't have to do that," you replied, still hesitant to accept the help from the big, bulking stranger.

"'Course I don't have to," he answered simply. "Just trying to help."

You glance between him and the boy once more, and you even give Charlie one more chance to listen and come down on his own, but he just shrieked with laughter, pleased to be the center of attention, so you just sighed and gave Simon a nod.

He easily climbs up the tall metal structure, squeezing his wide body up the narrow steps to where the boy stood. Then he stopped.

He's not a people person by any stretch of the imagination, so of course he's not a kid person either. He's never interacted with them much, so as stilted and closed-off as he is with most adults, he's even more clueless with children.

He didn't know if he should pick him up and carry him down to you, maybe push him to the slide to get down that way. He also considered that maybe he shouldn't even touch him at all, but that left talking to the kid, which didn't sound great either.

Luckily for Simon, Charlie was chatty enough for both of them.

"Never seen you here before," he told Simon. "You're too big for the slides."

"Not here for the slide," he said, his gaze drifting back to you where you stood below, watching anxiously. "Why don't you get back down there before you give your poor mum a heart attack?"

"I'm not supposed to listen to strangers."

"That so?" Simon asked. "Supposed to listen to your mum though, yeah?"

That easy bit of logic seemed to trip Charlie up, and Simon smirked, then nodded to the slide.

"Go on, then."

The child let out a dramatic sigh, then climbed the rest of the way up the steps and went down the slide. Simon watched you rush to the bottom of it, swiftly grabbing his hand when it came within reach.

"Thank you so much," you told him when he climbed his way back to the ground, your earlier trepidation gone, seemingly with relief. "He usually listens better than that, and I couldn't ..."

"No need," he said gruffly, cutting off your explanation. "Just glad I could help."

You gave him a smile, and just for a moment, he let himself think of things he never allowed himself to imagine. A life in which he not only had a family, but this family -- a family where you, the boy, and the baby in your belly all belonged to him.

That's when the wanting started. And now, nearly two weeks later, Simon finds himself walking past the park, again and again, hoping to find you there. Hoping to ease the gnawing little ache that began knocking around his chest that day, to see what he now believes could be the most beautiful thing this ugly world has to offer.

[xjulixred45x]

I'm doing nothing right now, and to kill time (because I can't write requests from here), I decided to bring up this TWST idea that's been plaguing my mind.

A Yuu who's a parent

And I'm not talking about a Yuu who's a teenage or young parent, no, I'm talking about an adult Yuu, of legal age, who has had a job for YEARS, EVEN HAVE MULTIPLE CHILDREN!!

Who had the bad luck of being run over by the black carriage while doing something mundane like taking out the trash or coming home from work😅

Can you imagine the characters' reactions to an adult man/woman appearing out of nowhere at the entrance ceremony? Not even a member of the staff, just a random human without magic who is suddenly surrounded by teenage boys (almost the same age as their children).

An adult Yuu can probably "make themself understood" better by Crowley than a minor Yuu, since they understand the gravity of the situation and their basic civil rights, especially how to negotiate. Of course, that doesn't mean the Ramshakle dorm room is spotless, but at least it's fixed faster than in canon.

OH GOD, GRIM! Part of me thinks Grim would have more patience/respect for an adult Yuu, and the other part knows that's a complete lie. Although at least Grim seems to have more trust in this new maternal/paternal figure in his life.

Did you see how Inosuke gets when Tanjiro is friendly to him? That's Grim every time YuuMom/Dad says something maternal/paternal to him or is friendly/patient with him.

Ace is still a little shit at first, obviously, but I think he softens quickly, just like in canon. DEUCE, on the other hand, is almost immediately bland. Yuu reminds him so much of his mother that it's not even funny. If you thought these two were protective of the normal Yuu, brace yourself. This is THEIR PARENT NOW, AND THEY'RE THE ONLY ONES WHO DISRESPECT THEM>:(

Their relationships with the other dorm leaders would be just as funny and/or cute.

Riddle DEFINITELY needs a Yuumom/Dad in his life the most. Even though their first interaction was probably fatal (no parent, ESPECIALLY a JAPANESE one, would put up with Riddle's tantrums), I can see Riddle being naturally drawn to them these days.

This kid needs a father/mother figure who makes him understand that making mistakes is a way of learning, and Yuumom/Dad help make learning fun! Just like the Robinson family.

I also get the feeling Riddle would like to know the basics of the original work/world of Yuu (especially if they work in a field like a doctor or lawyer) and it ends up being a two-way street, with Riddle learning about Yuu's world and them learning about Twisted Wonderland.

Leona, another who needs someone to recognize him as his own person and not as a hindrance or a lesser version of his brother. It's obviously one of the hardest to have a positive relationship, but not impossible. Especially after Book 3, where Leona sees Yuu in a more respectful light instead of annoying.

They do the typical things you'd think of as a parent-child relationship, like when Yuu does certain things like scold Leona for sleeping too much, skipping classes, and straightening his uniform—things Leona complains about but doesn't stop them. It's a rare kind of positive attention.

Or when Yuu congratulates him on something specific they NOTICED he's improved, when they let him wander around the ramshakle dorm, etc. Let's just say it's an unwritten rule in Savanaclaw not to mess with Yuumom/dad from now on.

Azul also has a certain trick. He probably had more trouble with an adult Yuu than a student due to, well, life's advantages (any adult knows that contracts made by minors aren't valid—) and ends up having a mixture of fear and respect for them.

Fortunately, there's also a certain soft spot for Yuu, especially because of his age and paternal/maternal attitude. they probably reminds him of his mom.

For that reason, it's not unusual for Yuu to end up going to the Monster Lounge from time to time just to catch up with Azul, make sure he's not doing anything suspicious, and get something to eat. The usual.

KALIM. LOVES. YUUMOM/DAD. Yuu can barely keep up with all his energy, but it's contagious.

Jamil will have to get Kalim to tone down the intensity a few notches for the sake of Yuu's blood pressure, especially if he wants to surprise them with a magic carpet ride. they liked it! they swears! Just let them know next time!

they are also a great source of comfort after Jamil's Overplot. Let's just say that with their help, Kalim is trying to learn a few things about social norms.

Have you seen that typical mom/dad style of dress? Mothers in plain/patterned blouses and fathers in knee-length pants? Yep, that's Yuumom/dad. And Vil won't STAND IT. Practically their first interaction is picking out a new wardrobe for them. IT BURNS HIS EYES--

Aside from that, I can see Vil being genuinely flustered when Yuu criticizes his behavior, whether out of habit or because, well, parents are good at making points (and knowing the entertainment industry, very few adults care THAT much).

There's also the fact that Yuu's compliments are painfully sweet and genuine, like that "you're such a handsome young man!" meme, and Vil can't help but feel more arrogant than usual when Yuu compliments him like that. Parental stuff.

Idia ironically has a good relationship (within reason) with his parents, but that doesn't mean he's scared of Yuu at first, precisely because there's nothing more terrifying than seeing them angry.

He's also bothered by Yuu trying to get him out of his room so often, or by joining Ortho in bringing him food that isn't fast food. Damn it, he gets it!

He's a huge tsundere, which is why he hasn't banned them from Ignihide after all.

Malleus is definitely the one who most relies on Yuumom/dad's positive attention. Not only does this human lack fear of him, but they treats him like a normal teenager, with normal problems, even going so far as to scold him when he deserves it. What does Yuu care if he's a prince? He speaks to people with respect!

Yuu has so much power that he can make Malleus apologize by sounding arrogant, stop him from electrocuting people, or make him think about his actions, all because Malleus would rather put aside his ego than think that his new friend/father/Mother figure is angry with him :(

Thanks to this, Malleus goes to the ramshakle dorm even more often than expected, whether it's to tell Yuu something new he learned about the school's gargoyles, ask for advice on how to make friends, etc.

I like to think that this Yuu is very homesick for being around the kids, especially if they have children at home waiting for them. Which probably does something unusual: it causes the principals to unite to pressure Crowley to return home as soon as possible.

They have grown attached to Yuumom/dad, yes, but the thought that Yuu's children don't have their parent, that they are waiting for their return, that they are suffering, twists their stomachs.

Until then, They'll be in charge of protecting Yuu as much as possible until they can return home to their family!

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(ESPAÑOL)

Estoy haciendo nada en este momento, y para matar el tiempo (porque no puedo escribir pedidos desde aqui) decidi sacar esta idea de TWST que ha estado plagando mi mente.

Un Yuu que es padre/madre

y no estoy hablando de un Yuu que es padre/madre adolecente o joven, no, estoy hablando de un Yuu adulto, mayor de edad, que tiene un trabajo de AÑOS, HIJOS INCLUSO!!

Que tuvo la mala suerte de ser arroyado por el caruaje negro mientras hacia algo cotidiano como sacar la basura o volver del trabajo😅

¿te imaginas las reacciones de los personajes a un señor/a adulto apareciendo de la nada en la ceremonia de ingreso? nisiquiera alguien del Staff, solo un humano sin magia cualquiera que de la nada esta rodeado de chicos adolescentes (de la edad de sus hijos casi).

probablemente un Yuu adulto pueda "hacerse entender" mejor con Crowley que un Yuu menor de edad, ya que entienden la gravedad de la situación y sus derechos civiles basicos, sobretodo como negociar. claro, no significa que el dormitorio destartalado este impecable, pero al menos es arreglado mas rapido que en el canon.

¡AY DIOS, GRIM! una parte de mi cree que Grim tendria entre mas paciencia/respeto por un Yuu adulto, y la otra parte sabe que eso es una mentira absoluta. aunque por lo menos Grim parece tener mas confianza en esta nueva figura materna/paterna en su vida.

¿viste como se pone Inosuke cuando Tanjiro es amigable con el? ese es Grim cada vez que YuuMom/Dad le dicen algo maternal/paternal o es amigable/paciente con el.

Ace sigue siendo una pequeña mierda al principio, obviamente, pero creo que se ablanda rapido igual que en el canon. DEUCE, por otro lado, es blando casi de inmediato, Yuu le recuerda tanto a su madre que no es nisiquiera divertido, si creias que estos dos eran protectores con el Yuu normal, prepárate, este es su PADRE/MADRE AHORA, Y SOLO ELLOS LE FALTAN EL RESPETO>:(

Las relaciones con los otros lideres de dormitorio serian igual de graciososas y/o tiernas.

Riddle DEFINITIVAMENTE es quien mas necesita a un Yuumom/Dad en su vida. Aun si probablemente su primera interaccion fue fatal (ningun padre ESPECIALMENTE JAPONES soportaria los berrinches de Riddle), en la actualidad puedo ver a Riddle naturalmente atraido hacia ellos.

este chico necesita una figura paterna/materna que le haga entender que cometer errores es una forma de aprender ¡y Yuumom/dad ayudan a hacer el aprendizaje divertido! como la familia Robinson.

tambien me da vibras de que Riddle le gustaria saber las bases del trabajo original de Yuu(especialmente si trabajan de algo como medico o abogado) y termina siendo algo de doble via, con Riddle aprendiendo del mundo de Yuu y ellos de Twisted Wonderland.

Leona, otro que necesita alguien que lo reconozca como su propia persona y no como un estorbo o la versión inferior de su hermano. obviamente es de los que mas cuesta tener una relación positiva, pero no imposible. especialmente después del libro 3. donde Leona ve a Yuu con una luz mas respetuosa en vez de fastidiosa.

hacen las tipicas cosas que uno pensaria de un padre-hijo, como cuando Yuu hace ciertas cosas como regañar a Leona por dormir demaciado, saltar clases, acomodarle el uniforme, cosas de las cuales Leona se queja pero no los detiene. es un tipo de atención positiva no muy común.

o cuando Yuu le felicita por algo en específico que NOTARON que mejoro, cuando le dejan pasearse por el dormitorio destartalado, etc. digamos que es una regla no escrita ee Savanaclaw no meterse con Yuumom/dad apartir de ahora.

Azul tambien tiene cierto truco, probablemente tuvo mas problemas con un Yuu adulto que un estudiante por, bueno, ventajas de la vida (cualquier adulto sabe que los contratos hechos por menores no son validos---) termina teniendole una mezcla entre miedo y respeto.

afortunadamente tambien hay cierto punto suave por Yuu, especialmente por su edad y actitud paternal/maternal. probablemente le recuerda a su mamá-

por lo mismo, no es raro que Yuu termine yendo al Monstee Louge de vez en cuando simplemente a ponerse al dia con Azul, asegurar que no este haciendo nada sospechoso y comer algo. lo normal.

KALIM. AMA. A. YUUMOM/DAD. Yuu apenas puede mantenerse al dia con toda su energia, pero es contagioso.

Jamil tendra que hacer que Kalim le baje un par de rajitas a su intensidad por el bien de la presión arterial de Yuu, especialmente si quiere llevarlos de sorpresa a un viaje de alfombra magica ¡le gusto!¡lo jura!¡solo avisa la proxima vez!

tambien es una gran fuente de consuelo después del Overplot de Jamil, digamos que con su ayuda Kalim esta tratando de aprender algunas cosas sobre las normas sociales.

¿viste ese estilo tipico de los padres de vestir? madres con bluzas planas/de patrones y padres con pantalones hasta la rodilla? sip, ese es Yuumom/dad. y Vil no LO SOPORTARA. prácticamente su primera interacción es elejirle un nuevo guardarropa. LE QUEMA LOS OJOS--

Aparte de eso, puedo ver a Vil genuinamente aturdido cuando Yuu critica sus actitudes, ya sea por costumbre o porque bueno, los padres son buenos haciendo puntos (y conociendo la industria del entretenimiento, muy pocos adultos les importa TANTO).

tambien esta el aspecto que los cumplidos de Yuu son dolorosamente dulces y genuinos, como ese meme de "youre such a Handsome young man!" y Vil no puede evitar sentirse mas arrogante de lo normal cuando Yuu lo halaga asi. cosas de padres.

Idia irónicamente tiene una buena relación (dentro de lo que cabe) con sus padres, pero eso no quita que Yuu al principio le es mucho miedo, justamente porque no hay nada mas aterrador que verle enojado.

tambien le molesta que Yuu trate de sacarlo de su cuarto tan seguido, o que se sume a Ortho en traerle comida que no sea comida rapida ¡ya entendio maldita sea!

es un gran Tsundere, por eso mismo no les ha prohibido la entrada a Ignihide después de todo.

Malleus definitivamente es quien mas se apega a la atención positiva de Yuumom/dad, no solo este humano carece de miedo hacia el, sino que lo trata como si fuera un adolescente normal, con problemas normales, incluso llegando tan lejos como para regañarlo cuando se lo merece ¿que le importa a Yuu si es un príncipe? ¡a la gente le habla con respeto!

Yuu tiene tanto poder que puede hacer que Malleus se disculpe al sonar arrogante, evitar que electrocute a la gente, o hacer que piense en sus acciones, todo porque Malleus prefiere mil veces dejar de lado si ego que pensar que su nuevo amigo/figura paternal esta enojada con el :(

gracias a esto, Malleus va aun mas seguido de lo esperado al dormitorio destartalado, ya sea para contarle a Yuu algo nuevo que aprendio sobre las gargolas de la escuela, pedir consejos sobre como hacer amigos, etc.

me gusta pensar que este Yuu tiene mucha nostalgia al estar rodeado de los chicos, especialmente si tienen hijos en casa esperandolos. lo que probablemente hace algo insolito, causa que los rectores se unisen para presionar en conjunto s Crowley para que vuelvan a casa lo mas pronto posible.

ellos han aprendido a encariñarse con Yuumom/dad, si, pero pensar que sus hijos no tienen a su padre, que estan sufriendo, les retuerce el estomago.

hasta entonces, se encargaran de proteger a Yuu lo mas posible hasta que puedan regresar a su casa con su familia!

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