#I've been slowly doing some gaming here and there but being careful with other activities

[starlytenight]

Improvement is happening, just visited physio and I'm told to still take it easy but try stretching and such now.

My next appointment with my surgeon and physio align on my birthday, which I find hilarious. xD Hopefully I'll have some good things my way on that day, eh?

[tragicclownwrites]

Why the ending of "Sponge-Cano!" was great SquidBob fodder

Hello! I'm back with an analysis post as I came across something recently and wanted to share some thoughts.

I'm likely late to the game here, but I saw an old post in which the author (a fellow SquidBobber) was upset by the ending of "Sponge-Cano!" and I just have to say... huh!?

Were we watching the same episode? 🤨

Needless to say, I was thoroughly perplexed by this reaction because I personally read into it much differently. Then again, I am a clown.

Therefore - in the spirit of friendly fandom discourse - I wanted to provide another perspective on this episode. Absolutely no shade to the OP either - people are allowed to have differing opinions, after all.

If you're with me, let's clown around below the cut!

The lie that started it all

Before we dive in any further, let's take a look at the scene that started this whole conversation.

Essentially, after Squidward's heartfelt confession to SpongeBob, while he's hanging on for dear life over a boiling volcano...

Squidward: "Please SpongeBob, I didn't mean any of that! I do appreciate your friendship. I am grateful. I'm… I'm… I'm grateful for the life I'm living! Who knows how long I'll have it? I learned that from you, remember?"

He says this after being rescued by his true love SpongeBob:

Squidward: "You know SpongeBob, in light of everything that just happened... I lied to you. I am not grateful for anything! I mean look at me. I don't even have a roof to sleep under, anymore!"

Now, this is the moment that had the OP so heated about this episode. After everything he said, after SpongeBob saved his life, he just... lied?

Weeeell, not exactly.

The truth always reveals itself

Now, for my hot take... I don't think Squidward was lying at all when he said he was grateful for SpongeBob.

Before you immediately decide that I've completely out-clowned myself this time, just hear me out!

There are a few reasons Squidward may have reacted the way he did in the aftermath of the volcano debacle.

He's Squidward

Our man's just lost his whole fucking house for the billionth time

The reality of what he just said is slowly catching up with him

He's Squidward

Unlike his more chipper counterpart, the guy doesn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve and has been shown to struggle with vulnerability and admitting failure. I mean, he can barely manage to apologize for his less savory actions without choking and sputtering like a fool!

However, when his life was on the line in this scene, he was vulnerable in more ways than one. Physically, he was quite literally dangling over an active volcano - you can't get more vulnerable than that! Emotionally, he bore his soul to SpongeBob because he thought he was going to die and wouldn't have another chance to say any of that again. Keep in mind, he truly believed he wouldn't live to see SpongeBob ever again.

I've mentioned this in my Reigisa x SquidBob masterpost, but there have been several other instances where - particularly, in a dire situation - Squidward will openly admit that he has always liked/cared for SpongeBob. And similarly, he's also tried to take it back or act like he didn't mean it when everything turns out okay or if other people aside from SpongeBob hear his confession.

So, as much as he "hates" SpongeBob and can't stand him, when it really counts, the truth always reveals itself.

Is it possible that he was just trying to play at SpongeBob's heartstrings to save his own ass? Perhaps.

But then, he accepts his fate. He loses his grip, giving everyone a tearful farewell. That is, until his little yellow angel comes to his rescue.

SpongeBob: "Squidward, I always knew you felt that way. Aw, buddy. Thanks for finally opening up to us."

⬆️Just look at the pure love in his eyes! (*Patrick voice*: LOOK AT IT!) The sappy sponge was even prepared to sacrifice himself for him. 🥺

While there was absolutely no way SpongeBob would actually let Squidward perish - promises be damned - it wasn't until Squidward poured his heart out, putting his true feelings towards SpongeBob out in the open, that he was saved from certain death.

You know how they say, "the truth will set you free"? No kidding!

As for why SpongeBob was completely fine with Squidward's lie after the fact (another point of contention for OP), well... he loves him. Period. And I think, despite his emotional constipation and frequent annoyance with the sponge in question, it's pretty clear Squidward loves him, too.

Therefore, SpongeBob wasn't upset by Squidward's outburst here because, as naïve as he may be, I don't think that fact is lost on him either.

In conclusion...

I think it's safe to say that "Sponge-Cano!" was a pretty great episode to add to the ever-growing SquidBob pile.

And if you thought the scene I talked about above was the last of it, ohohoho~ 🤭😏

You. Just. Wait.

At the very end of the episode, after Squidward loses his home and complains that he no longer has "a roof to sleep under anymore," SpongeBob does what SpongeBob does best: he offers to help him out.

Even after Squidward's selfish actions in "Can You Spare a Dime?" (which had some great fodder as well, such as *ahem* Squidward making SpongeBob wear a sexy maid outfit), SpongeBob still lets him stay at his house for an indefinite amount of time. Continuity? I don't know her.

To which, this gets even better.

Squidward doesn't refuse and find somewhere else to crash. After all, wasn't SpongeBob the reason he was miserable enough to be sacrificed in the first place? Why would he subject himself to even more SpongeBob, if that were the case?

At SpongeBob's house, he doesn't sleep on the couch or in a spare room. He doesn't even take SpongeBob's bed for himself while SpongeBob sleeps elsewhere - just like he did in "Can You Spare a Dime?"

NO.

The two of them share SpongeBob's bed. As in, they sleep in the same bed together.

Are these two fucking serious!?

They totally cuddled. Maybe even kissed.

All that to say, as much as Squidward whines and gripes about how much SpongeBob makes him miserable, it's clear to see that - even in the face of life-threatening adversity - SpongeBob's presence in his life is the key to his happiness. In this case, the key to his survival as well.

Now, if only our favorite grumpy octopus would take that spongey key, embracing him fully, to unlock that door... 🌈

[badperson-8]

You can write that M!MC starts to go crazy and starts having not very pleasant thoughts against everyone until he gets tired and can't take it anymore.

I interpreted this ask in my own way, because I'm pretty sure that 'can't take it anymore' was for something different, but here we go.

I love them.

Even when Mammon breaks into my room and sneakily steals something to pay off his debts. He's the Avatar of Greed, he can't resist his nature. I've been saving up for several months to afford this stuff, and now it's gone. But things come and go. Love doesn't.

I love them.

Even when Levi throws a tantrum after I beat him in his favorite game and accidentally slashes my body with his claws. He's the Avatar of Envy, he can't resist his nature. I now have a scar, but I think it suits me. Love can't be hurt as easily as my body.

I love them.

Even when Satan doesn't come to our date. He saw me flirting with Lucifer earlier, and it was too much for him. So when I come to my room and see all the destroyed things, I understand. He's the Avatar of Wrath, he can't resist his nature. He was very sweet afterward, even replaced all the things he broke. If only he knew that my love for him couldn't be replaced by my love for Lucifer.

I love them.

Even when I find Asmo in bed with another man. It doesn't matter that we didn't discuss anything of the sort; I should have known. He's the Avatar of Lust, he can't resist his nature. He studied my reaction very closely, and when he saw that I wasn't angry, he decided that he shouldn't hide his other partners anymore. But he says that he loves me, so that's all right.

I love them.

Even when Beel constantly eats all my food. I think I lost some weight, but I'm sure that he needs food more than I do. He's the Avatar of Gluttony, he can't resist his nature. I tried to ask him to leave me at least something, but despite his best intentions, his hunger always wins. It's all right, I'll figure something out. It's great that my love doesn't need any fuel to sustain itself.

I love them.

Even when Belphie refuses to help me with anything. Cooking, cleaning around the house, or something more simple, like going for groceries. He's the Avatar of Sloth, he can't resist his nature. It must be hard, wanting to sleep constantly. I've never been in his shoes, so how can I judge? I'll do everything myself; my love will live even without his active involvement.

I love them.

Even when Lucifer gets mad at me. I didn't do my homework in time and disappointed Lord Diavolo. It doesn't matter that Mammon stole my PC and Satan destroyed the room, so I couldn't do the task. It doesn't matter that my scar hurts too much, and I feel a little dizzy from the lack of food. It doesn't matter that after finding out about Asmo's numerous secret partners, I couldn't get my shit together. I think something is breaking inside of me. It doesn't matter that I had to do all the chores alone, so I didn't have any time to find alternative means to do my homework.

I am an exchange student. And I should live up to this title, no matter what. That's what Lucifer is telling me. He's the Avatar of Pride, he can't resist his nature. He's used to being perfect, no matter the circumstances, and he expects his partner to be perfect as well. It's his way to show that he cares, and I love him for it.

I love them.

And they love me back. They feel safe around me. They would never see me as a threat. So when I come to their rooms in the dead of night and slice their throats, they don't struggle. Not even Lucifer. I look at the blood that slowly colors their bedsheets in red and wonder: When did my love become so exhausting? But now, when it's finally quiet and lonely, I smile because I realize...

Now I love them even more.

[uupdirector]

The Eve Cometh Again

"Another day, another Christmas" is what I would be saying if I hadn't been doing all I could to bring my life to a point where I'm not only working hard at bringing the best possible life for myself, but also slowly but surely regaining the love I had for all the hobbies that kept me sound enough to enjoy said life. It's been a long journey to reach this point, and while I'm still fairly nervous about what the future beholds, I'm not going to let that hold me back on reaching the goals I have laid out for me. There's far more excitement than anxiousness, and sometimes I have to tell myself that so I don't end up getting pulled back into the gutter, but it's because of that excitement that I'm fairly happy this Christmastime.

I have something big planned not just for myself, but to everyone that's continued to see my journey and enjoy all the stories and goofs I've had to share. But today, I want to take the time to provide some letter-like notes to a few of my closest friends that have continued to help me smile over the years.

Let's start with my chums from the Joy Charged Gamerz Crew - first of all, sorry again for not being active on the channel this year xD I know the channel is meant to be more laid back and should only be obliged when we feel comfortable enough to do so. It doesn't change the fact that even now, I'm forever thankful to have been granted the opportunity to not only help and see the channel grow, but also create some fantastic memories with great friends. With the new year on the horizon, I hope we get the chance to create some more memories, and since I've been taking some time to play more games again, I hope that this spark will give me the chance to continue charging others with joy. Merry Christmas, lads, and love ya'll 💛

To many of the new friends that I've had the joy of hanging with a TON this year - @soybeanzoffical, @onyxcolonyart, Slime Guy/mrmendezgamer1, Rambles, Namor, @sparxsiris, Nate, @rubyshimmer0x, and many others, thank you all for being a supportive bunch of lads. Even though we've had a lot of bullying escapades in the past year, I can look back and get a little chuckle out of 'em x3 Much love to ya'll, and here's to another year of my dumbass shenanigans! Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays, buds :'3 🩷

To one of my good buds in animation, TheInvertedShadow (@asktheshadows), I know we've not spent as much time together, and we've both been going through our own fair share of down moments, but I just wanna leave another reminder for ya; you are always loved and cared for by thousands - if not millions of people, and as one of them, I'm glad to have seen your talent grow since I first laid eyes on your EoI video 10 years back. And if I knew we were going to be a chaotic duo of friendship back then, I'd probably call myself crazy xD But to be serious - you've always been such a supportive friend since we first spoke together back in 2016, and for that, I can't thank you enough, and I'm happy to call ya one of my best friends. Thank you so much for all the great memories, and here's to many more in the future - we both got a lot ahead of us, for sure ;) Merry Christmas, lad ❤️

And speaking of which, to another one of my best buds; Will Ryan (DAGames). Man - what a year it's been, hasn't it? Since the start, you've been constantly moving yourself up higher and higher, and being along with ya for the ride has been nothing short of a blast. I'm legitimately proud of you for all the accomplishments you've made - from the release of HOAA:R (btw to everyone else, bls stream Castle that Burns, kthxbai xD ), the launch of Solitude: Subject Placement, and all the conventions you attended. On that note, it was fucking amazing to be able to see ya again at MomoCon this year, and not just for a day, at that! The experience itself was already amazing as it was, but to be able to hang out with you, the crew, and some of our other friends was probably one of the best memories from this year. I still get choked up thinking back to the concert when Living Life Without The Cord and Gold: SSD played, and I'm so happy that it turned out so well. I know the year hasn't come without it's downsides either, but the fact you persevered regardless and brought some great times with it is something you can't knock. On that note, I also have my own share of thanks to give. I'm wholeheartedly grateful of all the support you've given me during the production of Scarlet Combine leading up to the launch of Storm Before The Calm. To be in a similar pair of shoes that you've worn, it's given me some semblance to the feelings and experiences you've had when you first released HOAA. It can't entirely be compared - that much I know, but to have made something of this calibur has shown me that the work of an artist of any kind isn't to be taken lightly, and while I too wish there were things I could have done better with my album, it doesn't change the fact that I'm proud to have made it possible regardless, and I have you to thank as one of my pillars of inspiration. And even though we may not have had the same experiences with our projects, one thing I can say is that it's helped me understand enough to have your back even more than I have before. It may be difficult to push out the negative thoughts that came from releasing Resurrection, but once you understand the obstacles in your Pursuit of Hope are meant to guide you to the joy you're seeking, it all comes slightly more naturally. I haven't given up on my own pursuit, so don't give up on yours. Thank you for everything, Will, and I love ya to fuckin bits. Merry Christmas, bud 💚

Now, to all the fans that have kept up with my bullshit for so long (sorry by the way xD ), thank you all for being so supportive and patient with me as I work towards the new year - a lot has been on my mind during this long break, and thankfully I'm pushing ever closer to a brighter end where I can be happy with the things I've enjoyed doing for years. There's a lot to look forward to, and I can't wait to talk about some of it when the Resolution of 2024 rolls in on January 15th. I love you all, and I hope you all enjoy the holiday season leading up to the new year.💙

And finally, I have one last person I'd like to speak to; my love, @aspennightray (Shut up, I know it's gay xDD). Words can't express how happy I am to have you in my life. I know this year has had it's struggles for the both of us, and I know that my dumbassery has caused its fair share of frustration with you in fixing some of those things, but this year has also brought some great memories as well. When we first met face-to-face for MomoCon, it was admittedly weird to continue from there like it was just another Discord call, but if anything, it helped make the transition to our time spent in the following 2 weeks all the more comfortable. I won't beat around the bush, but that was by far the best time of my life in such a long while, and has made me confident enough that you are the one I want to be with. While there's been quite a few potholes making the journey to that point fairly difficult, I still haven't given up yet, and I don't plan to anytime soon. You've done so much for me in the past year we've been together for, and while I know many of them were things I could have done myself or many other friends could have done for me, but I suppose it just has more meaning to me knowing it comes from you, especially with how much it's helped me get off my ass and take care of myself. Despite the tail end of this year feeling a bit off for a multitude of reasons, none of that overshadows the fact that it's been an amazing one, and i can't thank you enough for it. I also can't thank you enough for all you've done to bring my ideas to life - no matter how beautiful they've turned out (and they certainly ARE beautiful <3 ), none of that matters as much as the fact that you made it possible. Sure, they may have been "jobs" at the end of the day, but your fascination, interest, and support for Scarlet Combine has been a core spark in ensuring that I completed it, and that means so much to me. Despite the jokes, bullying, and a few moments of irritation, I know you've always believed in my ability to create this new world of mine, and though it will take a good while before I continue it again, I'm excited for what we'll do with it together. Thank you so much for everything, hon, and I hope this Christmas turns out well for you. Even if it doesn't, know that I'll still be here to help make it just a little bit brighter. I love you so much 💜

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and here's to an even Happier New Year to you all 🎄

[gameideas-111]

Soulslike Cyberpunk setting

This is admittedly an idea I've been letting rattle around in my head for a while. It's not fully thought out, but I have thought about how it work for a while.

Basic Idea

My idea is to combine the concepts of blood born with cyberpunk ethics. With some inspiration from Overkill. You wake up in a cyber city overwhelmed by a medical power source called "Spark" by the company who discovered it, Steven Cyberware. Your very existence is considered an affront to company policy and an unwanted factor the corporation doesn't want to understand or use (Think of it similar to Far Zenith from Zero Dawn). So they send a clean-up crew to destroy the isolated island lab you're on. You likely die (And rise out of a light blue sea of geometry onto an island with a lighthouse observatory known as Shoreline) or run away (you'll be invited to the Shorline, a cyberspace isolated and hidden in the network where people like you may hide). In Shoreline, a chip and jovial person known as "S.k.I.E." will meet you. A friendly and acts as a shrine made of the game. You'll also find other NPCs here who you can meet in the real world as well. Other NPCs who've come here for one reason or another.

The shoreline is a hub world, With it largely being where docs amongst the small coastline with small huts and shops. on the boats With the centerpiece of S.k.I.E.'s Lighthouse and observatory. Where she can use concentrated Spark and data you get from enemies to upgrade your stats. Further on in the game, This place will slowly change. The Sea will start to show faces and limbs of glitching complexions of grey, boats trying to prepare to depart. At the end game, the sea will be red as the sky sparks and sputters. Boats in the distance or at the docks wrecked or sinking. The place is now marked and surrounded by beings wanting to feed. S.k.I.E. Now showing some worry, as she tries to hide their fear behind a smile. Trying not to think about what could happen to her. (Here, you could possibly catch her crying, to which she'll stop and say she's fine if asked. If you can listen to her out of sight though, you could hear her talk to herself in private. trying to focus on anything but the fear of oblivion she might be subjected to, or worse, she stays conscious as she's torn apart by eldrich things. You may even see her mind degenerating as bits of it go away. eaten by uncaring gods. Her anger and sadness at not being able to remember the faces of people they care for. She's terrified and trying to hide it so you may complete her mission of helping you, the thing she was made to do. But she also doesn't want to die).

The Save system is made up of transition nodes. Massive cell towers that many have plugged into so they can escape the nightmare inflicted upon them by corporations and spark. With Ancient beings coming from another realm to feast upon spark. Some plugging in and never coming back. You need to activate these nodes to fully create systems online (Kinda like how you need to unlock towers to fast travel in breath of the wilds). Around the area, there are fabricator Nodes. Acting as the primary save points. Where some will actively be around these Nodes to top up on spark. A vital resource to survive outside the Corporations and the City Council. With Many enemies are robots or cybernetically enhanced guards and creatures from one of those two factions, or gangs. Later on, spark creatures will emerge. Often around unoccupied Spark nodes.

The goal of the game is to either destroy all five Spark capacitors, or your original mission of getting to the top of Marigold Tower, a luxury tower for the high society in the past, now a fortified fortress where the companies keep the portal open and keep harvesting Spark from the grey world. The High society doing nothing but maintaining their lifestyle and power. To them, they'd rather rule the world, even if it's nothing but ashes than ever lose power. They'll die eventually, so what about the consequences. They also want you and others like you gone. To them, you're spit in their face by someone who defied them, and an unknown variable. Some smarter ones will try and use you for their own ends (connected to one of the endings). But in the end, they will prioritize their power and pride over others.

Lastly (For now), there would be "The Spark Beings". Those Eldrich gods mentioned earlier. These are otherworldly beings who consume Spark. Alongside having some intelligence and motives you don't get to fully know. They do want to eat though. Which can collapse the entirety of society and everyone who has spark even remotely near them (Everyone who still lives). This is actually something your creator is interested in. I should explain your Creator.

Your creator and by extension creator of the shoreline is named Alisa Burg and her persona is "Hustin Hills". A former tech billionaire who helped build up the corporate society and its reliance on spark. However, she was kicked out of high society and forced out of the oppressive corporation she helped found. Alongside being forbidden to continue her research which was deemed company property. However, as soon as the eldrich beings where dicovered, she started drafting up plans. Eventually becoming one of the most wanted people in the city as a result of body snatching from the morg, illeagal experimentation with trademarked technology, and other such crimes. One of which was you. (With your purpose not being to save the world, but to instead assign yourself or your creature into one of these eldrich gods).

Combat

Combat focuses on dodging and striking. With All enemies holding the resource known as "Spark". A resource that acts as your health. You can even recover health by bathing in the Spark that spews out of enemies. The most spark is gotten either by striking an enemy during an attack where you can get a slight healing, or striking a death blow that gives you some Hp and refills a charge of your Spark Charg (Estice flask equivalent). You can also recharge weapon abilities with these. With quick weapon changes and modifications also being key.

Cybernetics act as special talismans or charms that can help certain things happen. With Chips acting like spells, your caricature can be used for spells. With Extra spark being restored by either attacking an enemy right after they make an attack. landing a death blow, or by getting a reacharge.

it'll largely be melee-based, with range weapons tacking sparks. With most everything ranged needing it to power up, or use as ammunition.

[kiwiwinjindouche]

Happy New Year!

(a bit late tho but still)

hm well, hello everyone!

that's hella embarrassing, it's been 6 months already

But I'm not dead! I'm sorry if I ever made you worry about me or anything, truly

August, I got lost into other things to do IRL and then, I've put my hands on BG3. And I kid you not, I've been so utterly obsessed by this game I've played 200 hours in 1 month or so. Now I'm at 700 hours. I've not played the early access, I just couldn't stop playing this until like, october, because there I had to split my time with school works too.

I've, somehow, managed to have a break with playing BG3 with the holydays, because I simply couldn't do it, and now idk I'm slowly stumbling back into Dishonored for some reasons!

That being said, me being completely not normal about BG3 didn't help, and with each passing day, I was getting more and more anxious to come back here and didn't know how to come back somehow? cuz that's just how I can be sometimes, it can take me a lot of times to being a decent human. I'm sorry. I'm working on that.

But I never forgot about you all and idk if I'll be able to catch up with everything that has being posted here these past months but that's alright, I guess! If you made something you're really proud of or you want to show it to me I'll gladly see it!

If we (at least know a little about) each other I'm fine with giving you my discord, in case... idk what, just in case I suppose. Could be easier than Tumblr's DM? I've been more active on Twitter too.

Thank you if you read all that, and once again I'm really sorry about this.

Best wishes upon you all, take care of yourselves and I love you <3

[fairymint]

SHIPPING INFO. Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

....there's a lot, and the most 'realized' of them atm is trainer Felix x Volo, although admittedly no OTPs are 'active' right now brainwise I've been slowly rotating Zivan and Felix, or Rex and Felix, but those are more vague sexual ideas rather than details;

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Most everything, but my writing boundaries are more mun-based; I will not ship/write with you if you constantly churn out single sentence or generic replies-

I am not a fetish or smut/etc. machine that you can just put coins in to redeem. also, I don't care if your muse is shy or a bottom or whatever- you need to learn how to write descriptively to make up for that.

They need to be a good victim, or else it's not fun, and you're making me write a glorified fic in that case. Try to match my energy here.

Unrelatedly, I don't RP on huge image, generic 'open to all' starters; it just feels too close to 'bullshitting on stolen* fanart' than writing a story.

and lastly, I don't write super upsetting topics of active noncon for the benefit of everyone; writing it respectfully or realistically sounds like more work than it's worth. Theoretically possible, and I have a strong stomach, but nah. As for sexual myths, I'm just tired of seeing them and the misinfo pisses me off; not the person writing tho, so I'll ask you to edit your reply with more correct info.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

American School range, I suppose? As in, middle school with middle schoolers, high schoolers with high schoolers; 4 years at most. Case by case, as we all know that a lot of growing happens at those ages. (tbh in different countries w/ different school gaps, I'd follow those instead.) However, Kids are not usually the best at relationships IRL, so shit happens and I'm not actually super into 'toy shipping' as it's called, unless it's pretty wholesome. If it's adorable and interaction is reasonable, I'll find it cute. If not, meh.

As far as adults go though, I don't mind age gaps. Lots of teenagers get antsy waiting for the big 18, so are mentally prepared on purpose for the big leap- but just lack experience, which can happen at any age. (especially when sheltered/spoiled.) Relationship problems have all to do with cooperation and situation anyways- things like chores, financial situation, boundaries... I do personally prefer a slow-burn with 18 year olds dating anyone too much older, with small room for exception if they're exceptionally bold and/or responsible. (read: slow burn would feel undoubtedly ooc for them. But my older muses will not take the lead here, so to speak.) That's more about not being a creep than ability to consent.

Are you selective when shipping?

a smidge. I've rejected ships before based on excessive teasing because my muse really wasn't into it, as a pretty serious/stoic/smartass/dominant character that doesn't like to be thrown around playfully.

I think I need to be asked/told that you want to ship if our muses don't have chemistry, that way I can plot some instead. I'm a very 'my muses drive themselves' unless asked otherwise.

But I'm not here to play games, though. If you're a no ship blog, or the character is no ship, the intent is not there, regardless of IC feelings; I'm expecting IC rejection in that case, it's this magical thing called a 'crush'. On a similar note, I'm not comfortable with muse creation biases; If you 'don't ship with OCs/Self Inserts/trans' or any blanket statement, you're starting to make assumptions that will piss me off, and you don't get other ships. I don't follow people with rules like this, so springing it on me during discussion isn't welcome, either.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

I usually cut it as actual sex acts, and depiction of arousal; that moment when making out devolves into explicitly wanting sex. Suggestive tags usually lie on the border for me; things that people joke about or are allowed on radio/tv.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

I prefer it, but technically no. If our muses have chemistry and the question pops naturally in replies, I'll count it and likely double-check ooc.

But, y'know, old habits die hard and I have the reflex as a self insert player to always ask first and be clear, if it's coming from my side. I usually let crushes and sexual desire bother my muses while they figure out the logistics of actually acting on them and asking.

I'm delighted if I'm asked before the fact and happy to help, however! Because that's both consent and a prompt/challenge; how to make em get together and like each other/etc.? These ideas sound cute to me.

How often do you like to ship?

it's my comfort zone, but let's be real, I'd interact with my entire dash if i had the time and muse. platonic or otherwise. I theoretically don't give a shit if i ship or not, but will fall into shipping content if i'm feeling lazy. Because I've written it a lot before. comphet i guess???

Are you multiship?

Yes, in the sense that I'm not playing with the whole 'jealous rp partners' thing; I'm poly IRL and not interested in ship wars.

But, I'm fine with things like IC Poly, have my biases, and am okay with commentary that's non-toxic on an ooc level.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

like i said, shipping is my lazy comfort zone; I'll be thinking of ships in bed and ooc when I'm chilling. But attention is good. dynamics are good. no need to be afraid if you're on the platonic and aromantic-interactions boat. We can't all be romantically compatible 24/7.

What is your favourite ship in your current fandom?

I'm not invested enough in my latest games quite yet; I suppose from Mistria, Eiland is cute, and I kinda ship the protag with Juniper as well!

I'm a bit of a LambxNarinder fan for the karma-esque, 'mercy is cruel' irony; marrying your biggest threat and User is just funny to me, especially if the relationship itself isn't cruel afterwards. I wanna see the death cat crumble under kindness-

in a meta way, my brain is rotisserie rotating Zivan, Rex, Volo, and Naoya as 'he's hot i'm gay' without much further thought; life's been a bit hectic for fantasy lately.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Asking me at any point is the most reliable, IC chemistry and asking is possible. Suitable prompts and opens count as asking IC.

As a bonus, feel free to ask anytime about what my muse's opinion of yours is, if that's what helps you decide what to do. I'm honest when it comes to that shit, because it's fun-

Tagged by: stole it!

Tagging: take it!

[dovelydraws]

Hi, a different anon (I'll explain why in a moment)

First of all, I wanted to say that your post about the internet being lonely really resonated with me. I'm gonna out myself as a Tumblr veteran here but I remember how Tumblr used to be and it was very different. People would follow other blogs instantly if they saw someone posted or reblogged stuff they liked. Ask games would be going on frequently, people would send messages a lot, or even follow back because idk, I guess it was fun to get to know people?

I came back to Tumblr after a long hiatus and deleting my old blog. Things have changed... A lot. I am on anon because I'm relatively active in a couple fandoms and idk paranoid people read this... But I feel like a lot of previously very welcoming communities have become (pardon my French) circle jerks for the same 5 people who don't care about maintaining a community or welcoming new people into it.

I realise I sounded super bitter here and I don't want you to feel like I'm dumping negative thoughts on you. Your art is awesome, I followed you because you posted stuff about a Pf2e game and stayed for cool stuff. Thanks for speaking up about how things are. I'll definitely be more mindful about interacting with artists and trying to do it more. Have a lovely day :)

I get that, yeah. I've been on tumblr pretty consistently since like... 2013 I wanna say? Because it's been the only social media site I've actually felt comfortable and happy being a part of for all these years. Before I came here I was a deviantart kid, and I remember the reason I made the switch is because a lot of my old deviantart friends had moved here and the site had started to feel very lonely and sterile in its interactions with fellow artists and fans. I'm definitely seeing a lot of similarities in this new feeling of loss of community here, but now there's not really all that many good alternatives. I've always hated instagram, and twitter was never good for my mental health even before musk took over. I've considered uploading some of my work to tiktok, but that also seems like kind of a nightmare, lmao.

I'm happy to hear you discovered me from my pf2e game!!! This campaign has become my hyperfixation for the good part of the last year and a half, I haven't found any other show or series that's been able to hook me out of it. It's kinda difficult being hyperfixated on your own characters, since all "fanwork" has to be made by yourself, lol. This party has meant so much to me, and I've really wanted to share that with other people.

I haven't really had the chance to talk about my "Out of Bounds" project too, though I have uploaded those 4 main character sheets. I've been busy writing the book 1 scripts, albeit slowly, since my full time job has been keeping me pretty mentally drained. I really hope that project will be able to find an audience too once I'm able to get it off the ground!

I'm glad my rambling has maybe inspired some people to be more interactive with the artists they enjoy, lol. I hope you have a lovely day as well!

[universeofchirai]

my life has had a consistent loop in the way it goes on. I enjoy pursuing smth as the main work, usually academics, and then have these side passion projects or stuff I make, and media consumption in the form of videos, series, games etc.

I start out in a phase where I'm motivated for the main work but also excited about media consumption and consume it for a while, as well as intermittently work on the projects all the while slacking a little on the main. But then slowly but surely I reach this phase where I just don't find the media consumption satisfying or pleasurable at all, it feels like a chore. I fail to enjoy stuff that I used to enjoy and the only thing that I indulge in is my main work.

This entire series of events is mainly caused by the number of people who are interested in the same shit as me, i.e., none. Regardless of the numerous times I've tried talking to ppl about stuff I enjoy and hoped that I find ppl similar to that, and we could do things together, bounce off ideas, motivate each other to complete our shit, I never really found that. I found close friends, homies, but they are far from similar to me in way too many aspects and this leads to them being busy in their own circle of life. Not like we aren't close but mostly it doesn't help that they find ppl having similar interests while I don't. I'm talking about the two homies I have - sarla and mex essentially. Both of them are basically soul sisters with the amount of stuff they like to do together. Both are really close to me and I love them but it doesn't change the fact that I just end up having noone who truly resonates w the same things as I do.

I've forever searched for someone like that, and some ppl do appear that way but then when I do approach such people for activities from a neutral perspective, they always agree to comply but aren't actually so interested in the stuff I am, and they almost never end up actually trying what I suggested we try together (usually it's like I ask them if they'd be interested in trying, say, the new interactive fiction that I just finished and they say they're interested, I give them the resources and all and everything is chill, but it almost always ends up being ignored at the end. They aren't looking for the same thing as I am - a person who I can resonate with and just enjoy activities with.

I've been looking for such a person since I was a child and used to have these stupid fantasies that someone who's inclined the same way and also trying to find someone like themselves finds me and we hit it off. But ofc that isn't true.

I'm an oddball that ends up here in this pit where I have noone else to really enjoy my time with and that leads to me failing to enjoy the stuff I usually do cause at one point, it just loses the point for me. I sometimes wonder if what I'm really looking for is not a friend but a lover but even tho I am pretty surely panromantic I don't think what I'm searching for is a romantic interest. I can't care enough, all I want is someone who work in ways similar to how I work and look at things, enjoy things.

After all these years of trying tho, I have slowly given up hope of ever fining such a person. In fact, in that vein, I created my own universe in my head and named it chirai, which is but an amalgamation of the unfulfilled wishes and hopes I've always buried in me regarding that someone. I consider chirai to be just a part of me as a whole; a part that I wish I could see in someone else physically but I haven't yet and I've just lost hope.

All I do now is after I reach that state of disinterest for media, I slowly end up wallowing in this everlasting looming loneliness rooted by these hopes, wishes and aspirations represented by chirai and just die within. When I say die, I mean this particular emptiness that I come across associated with this disinterest in anything I used to like or in general, just about everything. Nothing is fun anymore at all and I don't feel like doing anything whatsoever. I don't even feel like crying. I just feel very dead. Very dead. And when I think of how this is probably how it's always going to be, I can trigger this heartache which is somewhat of a painful pleasure. I'll take another time to really describe this phenomenon but it's a physical pain that is induced in these moments, a pain that worsens the more I think about this, but the pain is also rather addictive, I'm not entirely sure why but it fucking hurts but it also feels like home, until it gets to an extent where I can't tolerate it anymore, in which case I usually just fall asleep or force distract myself.

The next time I wake up, I wake up with the acceptance that this is how things are, and there isn't really anything I can do about it. The heartache usually carries over that morning and I just bear with it. I just go on with my main work and endure whatever I feel. I don't really feel so motivated to carry on in life. It's still surprising at many turns and all and that's why I'm sticking on, for curiosity's sake but that aside, really, especially in times like these when I'm having a heartache, there truly isn't much that drives me to go on. I wonder when I'll decide to not go on anymore.

___

When I think of it in a bigger picture, it all sounds stupid - not wanting to carry on with life cause you didn't find anyone to vibe with. Then again, the entire point of existence is also silly. There isn't really much point in whatever you do at the end, nothing really is gonna happen if the entire human race gets wiped out right. You don't really have any obligation to humankind or whatever, and really it wouldn't matter if one person dies in the entire species. What I do care about is mainly my parents who also have many aspirations tied to me as well as just mex and sarla, to whom I am an important existence - something that took me really long to accept.

It's just really lonely to go through anything this way. It all seems very uninviting. It all seems rather monochrome. It all seems rather stagnant. Oh how I wish I could escape into chirai.

tho for now I will just shut up, fence myself, hide my wounds and just get to work.

[gabriel-corona]

500 6.23.24

[Carmen: did you burn something in here…

disgusting ]

This is why we dont spend time with these people anymore

They want to inflict pain on you,

Even if she is your family member

she does not want what is best for you, she is actively seeking to harm you

Your best course of action is the grey rock method/ do not interact / do not feed the anger/ unless absolutely necessary do not reciprocate aggression unless it involves your immediate safety/

Play the long game of getting out of here and thrive

In this toxic system your best course of action/ is being happy and healthy/

They want you either sick or dead

You dont have to play that game anymore

Most of the damage , she can do to you is the damage you allow her to do

Be strong/ you are strong/ you are loved

/

When you leave this system/ you can cleanse your soul of this carrying all the shame that is not yours

The instability of your absence/ will scramble their aim towards each other

Even if only temporarily

///

Shadow work

What about you brings her to say “disgusting”

I look physically ok at the moment

She has to whisper it under her breadth

So on some level she does not feel able to challenge you outright/ is she afraid of you?

Possible

likely answer? An Aversion to gayness/ fatness/ femininity

She is from a conservative catholic hegemonic society

Your ease with you various forms with queerness

Might upset her with her own uneasiness at her perceived inadequacy

Tangent she is also violently racist against black people/ she uses the n word/ she said “dekalb is full of them” and who knows what else

If i use rockford speech, she’s just a nasty person//

She is a nurse/

So a female cop

Your sister is a cop

( not all nurses are cops, but this one is)

A pig/ as in a creature not uncomfortable dealing in filth/ an instrument of the industrial police state

/ corrupt/ devoid of moral/ showing no sign of compassion towards you but more importantly towards those more vulnerable than her

her job is to take care of people

I don't think I've ever ever seen her be nuturing/

When my nephew fell on the back door steps / and was left with a small cut on his shin/ all she said was “make sure it doesn't get infected”

Shes had a difficult life there is no denying that, but she never healed/ she never received any or sought out real help/

So the poison slowly ate away at her soul/ now venomous herself she seeks to inject misery into those around her

Maybe during your second psychotic episode in 2014 the one where you thought she had been pulled over

her arm pulled out through the car window/ then violently twisted and broken, silent tears streaming down her face maybe

Maybe Your sister did die/ your twin companion from you childhood now lost

Now overtaken by this final dark sister

[with-love-from-hell]

headcanons for an Mc with cptsd and the brothers accidentally trigger them? (Not during the actively violent parts in the Canon game....just little things that remind them of trauma.)

Ah yes! I can definitely do this! As someone with C-PTSD, It is something I see in fics a lot that I havent ever felt relatable to my own experience so I will try to reflect that in here for anyone else who's experienced the same thing in the fandom! (I've been thinking about making this into a series as well but its on the backburner for now until I finish the main two I'm working on)

The Brothers Accidentally trigger Mc's C-PTSD

Fandom: Obey me

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Headcanons

Written for GN!MC

CW: C-PTSD, panic attacks, Self-injurious behavior (e.g. hair-pulling, head-banging, scratching), implications of past abuse, somewhat suggestive on Asmo’s part, spoilers for lessons 16+

Lucifer

He, frankly, has no idea how we got here.

One minute they were fine, but the next Mc is shaking violently and sobbing.

When he tried to approach uou for comfort, you began screaming "No" at him and completely backed yourself as far away as possible

Lucifer is usually pretty insightful but it will take him a few minutes to figure out what it is he did wrong.

Eventually he will realize that it was the way he raised his voice at Mammon after he tried to swipe one of his priceless vases from the common room.

He will approach you slowly, soften his voice as best he can, and try to calm you down by getting you to take deep breaths.

He won't get too close at first for fear of having you bolt on him, but as you come down from the panic he will slowly inch closer.

Once you're lucid enough, he will apologize and ensure that aggression was not directed at you, and that he wasn't going to hurt you.

Lucifer will also offer you physical comfort if you want, holding his arms out for you.

He will completely abandon all of his tasks and take you to either his room or the study, and will spend the rest of whatever is left of the day listening to calming music with you.

He will make you whatever your calming drink of choice is (tea, coffee, hot coco, warm milk, etc) and ensure you're drinking enough water.

He will play games with you as a distraction. Chess, checkers, cribbage, mancala...(really whatever game you want to play)

He will also ensure you have some tactile comfort, whether that be a feather from his wings, one of the plushies he won you from the Carnival, or the gyroscope in his office.

If you want to talk about it, he will be there to lend an ear. Really he wants to learn more about you and other humans, so this will be something he is very intently listening too. He may ask some questions, but will only have you answer them if you feel comfortable doing so.

He will ask what your triggers are so he can avoid doing something to hurt you- even if they go against his usual nature.

Expect him to be very careful from now on, chosing his words carefully and watching his tone the next time he gets angry at one of his brothers and you're around.

Mammon

He really doesn't mean what he says when he insults you. He just is too embarrassed to admit how he feels.

But when he tells you your useless and stupid for the hundredth time, it finally makes you snap.

He stands there dumbfounded after you run away from him sobbing, not really knowing what to do.

After he snaps out of his daze, he immediately goes to find you. He had gotten into the habit of the insults, and you would never really give a response other than a wince and going quiet.

Well...now that he thinks about it, that's maybe a sign it has been grating on you.

He finds you in your room, sobbing relentlessly on the floor with your arms scratched up to hell and back.

At first he panics- seeing you hurt yourself terrified him. He rushes over to you and tears your nails away from your arms.

When you begin to beg him not to hurt you and profusely apologize for being "just a stupid fuck up", his heart breaks.

He would apologize relentlessly and admit to you everything- why he insults you all the time, how worried he was, how much he loves you.

He would do his best to calm you down (I say do his best because he may end up making it worse before he realizes what you need)

From here on out, he definitely would be more mindful of the insults, trying his best to be open with you about his feelings, or at least be more gentle with his teasing.

There may be times when he slips up, but he makes sure to atone as best his can

He would also be very sensitive to when others insult you, making sure to immediately come to your defense. He would also take you aside afterwards and remind you just how much you mean to him, how smart you are, how helpful you've been to everyone, etc...

Levi

In hindsight,  Levi should have seen this one coming...Of course he would fuck everything up

He wanted to be closer to you, but he remembered that being closer to someone entails you seeing his deeper flaws...and well...his impatience and easily triggered frustration are definitely some big ones.

But even so...your reaction to him throwing his controller and yelling when he dies the thousandth time on his new game seemed to be way over the top.

One minute you were sitting excitedly in the chair next to him, watching him game...and the next you were literally cowering in the furthest corner of his room and shielding your body from him as best you can.

He tries to approach you, but your screamed apologies for what you'd "done" to "make him angry" make him halt.

After a few moments of gears turning, it clicks to him that you've experienced something like this before...but directed at you.

Cue the festering guilt. He never meant to hurt you...damn these video games, you're more important to him than some stupid boss fight.

He will likely text one of his brothers (either Lucifer or Satan) and ask what to do, because he is terrified of hurting you more.

Once he has an idea of how to help though, he will be very calm and gentle, albeit nervous. He will likely offer you tactile comfort- like his Ruri-Chan pillow, or letting you pet his tail.

Once your comfortable enough, he'd hold your hand and make sure you know you've done nothing wrong, and that this is something he needs to fix himself.

And he will work on it, but it will take a bit of time. Old habits die hard for Levi, so he will have to be very intentional about his work on his irritability, and will probably opt for easier games when you're around to avoid outbursts.

Satan

This is the exact situation he'd feared would happen.

It really was an accident...and Satan knew that. But he just couldn’t help getting angry when you knocked over a stack of rare books... especially after one of the books ended up ruined by one of his absentmindedly placed candles. 

His room was always a mess, and even he knocked over the stacks of books littering the floor from time to time...and besides, he was the one who insisted you come to his room to read because he found the clutter in his room more comfortable, so he knew a lot of the blame fell on him. 

Regardless, he was so used to lashing out at others and blaming them for his upset, that his anger came out directed toward you. 

He impulsively snapped at you, scolding you intensely for being clumsy, careless, and unaware of your surroundings. 

He regretted the words the minute they fell from his mouth as your eyes grew misty with tears and your body began to tremble...He must have raised his voice louder than intended.

He tried to apologize immediately but you flinched when he approached. His heart ached when he say you jerk your body away from him so violently, as if you were afraid he would lay a hand on you. 

He stood, dumbfounded, as you ran from the room in a fit of uncontrolled sobs and shuttered breathing. 

He caught up to you quickly though, because- in your re-activated state- you became disoriented in the spiraling halls of the HOL. 

He found you on the floor in the music room, curled up against the Grand Piano as you rocked yourself back and forth and cried. 

He would hesitate to approach you, worried he may frighten you more...but after hearing your hyperventilating become worse, he sucks back his anxiety and approaches you cautiously.

He would sit next to you- as close as you’d allow him to get- and gently reassure that you were safe and that he wasn’t going to hurt you. 

He would try to help guide you through some circular breathing exercises, finding that doing it with you helped ease his worry as well. 

Once you were breathing evenly again, he would apologize about his reaction to the accident, taking the responsibility of ensuring his room is free of hazards that could get in anyone’s way regardless of if they were clumsy or not. 

If you weren’t able to talk, he would try to help you communicate how you could - squeezing his hand to yes/no questions, ASL if you know it, or in drawing/writing.

He would offer to go on a walk if you still found yourself activated, doing his best to help you back down mentally. If you didn’t want to leave the house, he’d have you help him make some tea and some baked goods to distract your thoughts.  

Satan would definitely opt to read in your room or the library with you more often than not because he cant trust himself to ensure his room is clean enough, and he tried his best to continue improving his anger-management techniques he learned from some self-help books. 

Asmo

Asmo is a bit confused as to what’s happening with you, and that fuels his own worry. 

Did he do or say something wrong? One minute he was kissing you on his bed, making slow efforts to explore your body...and the next you’re screaming for him to get off of you and to stop. 

Obviously he listens. He wouldn’t ever dream of hurting you. Just the thought of it tears him up inside. 

He tries his best to comfort you- trying to hold your hand, give you a hug, or give you sweet kisses to calm you down, but it ultimately makes things worse. 

It isn’t until you lock yourself in his bathroom that he starts to try to put the pieces together. Once he realizes you’re experiencing reactivation, he will feel terrible for not figuring that out sooner. 

He wont intrude into the bathroom, but will speak to you through the door. He will do his best to present himself in a non-threatening way, reassuring you that he isn’t going to hurt you like others had in the past and apologizing for not recognizing what you needed. 

After he hears your sobbing cease, he will announce he is entering the bathroom. Asmo will be very careful in opening the door slowly, announcing his every action before he does them. 

When he sees the fistfulls of hair stuck to your hands and scratches littering your face and neck, he will have to fight the urge to wrap you into a tight hug- reminding himself how that only worked to make the flashback more real. 

He will ask to touch you before he does. If you give him permission, he will gently stroke the areas where you had hurt yourself, muttering healing spells over them as he does.

If you try to talk to him, he hushes you. He doesn’t want to hear any apologies for the trauma response and he want’s you to rest yourself in every way. 

He will offer to draw you a bath if you’d like, not pushing you to even have him in the room while you relax in the warm water. 

If you want him there, of course he’d be there though. But if not, he won’t give any objection. Instead, he will gather as many soft things onto his bed as he can, and get anything you need to feel grounded. 

Soothing music or sounds? It’s queued up. Sensory toys? He’s already grabbed a bunch from your room. Calming oils/scents? He’s lit 40 candles already, don’t you worry. 

After you get out, he will help you into a nest of blankets and pillows and hold onto your hand while you relax, doing what he can to help. Anything you ask of him, he’s right there to grab it- and he is going to always be reassuring you that he’s not mad or upset with you. 

Beel

He didn’t really expect this to happen when he gathered you in his arms for a tight hug after having a long day at RAD. 

Perhaps it was the hazy gloom in his mind that made him forget to ask permission before touching you- like he usually does. He would ask to touch you out of courtesy before and wanting to respect your personal space, but now realizes he needs to do it every time because of this. 

The minute he wraps his arms around you from behind In the hallway, you yelp loudly and squirm out of his grasp. In the process, you manage to contort your body in such unnatural angles in a desperate attempt to get away from him...so much so that he’s worried you seriously injured yourself. 

But when he reaches out to your shoulder, you yelp once more and back yourself as far away from him as you can. 

Everything about you looked and felt panicked. The labored breathing, wide eyes, relentless tears, and shaking body. 

Beel felt his own nervousness rise at your response. He hadn’t intended to hurt you, and he was worried you thought maybe he was trying to. 

Against his better judgement, he reached out again to try to comfort you. This time though, you jolted backwards, slamming your head against the lockers behind you. 

Beel panicked, fighting the urge to cradle you in his arms while also trying to make sure you were okay. 

Before he could really make any concrete observations though, you began screaming at him to get away from you- catching the attention of other demons in the hall. Beel would also be panicking, desperately trying to look around for one of his brothers to help. 

Likely either Satan or Lucifer would be the ones to calm you down, getting you grounded back to reality by taking you into a less crowded play (Satan would likely bring you to the library, Lucifer would bring you to his office). 

Beel nervously looks on while they practice the grounding techniques with you, taking note of how to help you in the future. 

After you’ve calmed down, he would profusely apologize to you for not realizing he had hurt you and having no idea what to do. Even if you say you forgive him, he still feels very guilty. 

He would be open to talking about your triggers and identifying what helps when you are reactivated. He would also go out of his way to learn more and teach his other brothers should they accidentally trigger you as well. 

Belphie

Well, it is simply said that whoever your MC is with C-PTSD...seeing Belphie in general is probably a pretty huge trigger. 

For the sake of these headcanons though, lets just say that you were able to move past the whole “He killed you in a very gross way and then tried to act like nothing happened” bit that is canon in the game, but that sometimes him cuddling you too tightly triggered you pretty severely.

He would be uncertain how to respond when you suddenly seize up and go completely catatonic when he tries to cuddle up next to you in the attic when you both lay down for a nap. 

And Belphie would probably notice pretty quickly. He’s very observant, especially when it comes to you and Beel. 

He thinks at first he may have squeezed you a little too tight and you were just uncomfortable. He may crack a joke about you needing to relax because a firm pillow just isn’t comfortable, right? 

But he casts all jokes aside when your body begins shaking violently beneath him, and he sees your thousand-yard stare with tears cascading from your eyes like waterfalls. 

At this moment, he panics. He doesn’t know what’s happening, and he’s very scared. At first he may think you’re having a seizure. 

When he brings his hands to your face to try to hold your head still, he becomes even more concerned with the way it sounds like you can’t breathe. 

He would ultimately call on one of his brothers (likely Beel) to help. Once Beel is able to get you to calm down (thanks to what he’s learned from Satan and Lucifer), Belphie would be eerily quiet.

During Beel’s attempts to get you to relax, Belphie overheard him quietly murmur that Belphie wasn’t going to hurt you again, and that would ultimately shatter his heart. 

Sometimes he forgets just how much damage he’s done to your psyche, despite the fact that you had forgiven him. 

He would probably leave- at least for a bit- because he’s worried about re-triggering you. You would either have to seek him out again yourself or get Beel to bring him back to you. 

After a long talk with many apologies on his end, you’re able to make peace with it. Belphie understands he can’t undo what he’s done, but he wants to learn how to make things easier for you. 

He will do what he can to help you when you’re triggered, and get whoever you think is the most helpful at helping you down from reactivation- because he knows it wont be him. 

He would also make an intentional effort to be even more observant of your moods and physical movements for signs that you may already be in an elevated state that he may make worse. 

Overall, he just really doesn’t want you to associate him with the terrible things he’s done anymore...but he doesn’t blame you for it. 

[jujutsuflavoredpeach]

PART III - AS HE IS

Pairing Inumaki Toge x fem!reader Other characters Shoko Ieiri, Zen'in Maki, Shoko Ieiri, Kiyotaka Ijichi Content angst, hurt, longing, anger, struggle, love, fluff Warnings jjk MANGA SPOILERS, CULLING GAME SPOILERS, self-loathing, mentions of blood, comatose state, swear words Note LINK TO FOURTH PART >> ﹢PART IV (I) - AS HE IS﹢

❀ ¡Hello there! Here's PART III of AS HE IS. ¡Very though to write! I love twists and turns, but most of all, I like things to make sense. ¡So I just pray this makes sense to you! 'Cause let me tell ya... I've suffered. A little heads up: Several LONG flashbacks, so read carefully. I'm having so much fun and let me just say, if you are reading this: ∗ ࣪ ˖ ♡ ˖ ࣪ ∗I APPRECIATE YOU BEING HERE.∗ ࣪ ˖ ♡ ˖ ࣪ ∗ ¡Hope you like it! ❀

You were laying on a table unresponsive.

"She's been like that for at least fourty minutes." Shoko said.

Toge approached you. His brows were furrowed and his eyes full of sorrow, as he brushed his fingers against the palm of your hand that was facing upward, going up your arm and following the path of your long fainty veins. He shook his head in denial, bitting the inside of his bottom lip.

Shoko was standing at the other side of the table.

"You should know, Inumaki, that I don't know what's going to happen." she told him in a completely neutral tone, face expressionless.

Toge didn't even go for a notepad and a pen, he didn't even use his safe words, he didn't want to open his mouth. His head hung low between his shoulders. The guilt had disabled him entirely.

"All that she's been experiencing in the hours prior has finally taken a toll on her brain activity. In the end, the technique did affect her." she made a tiny pause. "Sure, we are all always forgetting something, or trying to, but being forced to do it is entirely different. Technically, we are able to do that deliberately in a conscious way, but also it is very much a natural reaction as a way of protecting ourselves from the bad thoughts that can result from a memory. In conclusion, she didn't ask for it, so her brain is trying to fight the compulsion that's being forced through it as we speak. The thing is that, you were never a bad thought, and what's being taken away from her it's something that she is in no need to forget. She needed you, but not be against you. I believe that she's lasted this long only because her neuronal connections, let's say, the strings in her brain that are tied to everything that have to do with you, must be very strong. I know you are also going through some things right now, but this..."

Toge was listening to every word she said, not being able to take his eyes off you, getting lost. He dreaded this, his whole life. He was always careful around everyone he knew, but he was super extra careful with you, even if it was for all the right reasons. The way you did things, would sometimes ignite something within him. A fiery courage that sometimes made him feel like he could come up to you and have a normal conversation, without having to resort to his own impractical methods of communication that average guys didn't use because they were, well, normal guys. Not socially disabled loners. Those were his thoughts.

'¡Toge! There you are.' you walked up to him with a bright look on your face. He was about to go for a walk. 'Panda and I made chocolates. Well, I did, while he was trying to eat them all.' a giggle escaped your lips. You could tell from his eyes that he was smiling. He'd always sport a high collar even if he wore casual clothes. 'Anyway, here you go.' you said stretching both arms to him, holding a shiny little red bag with a beaming smile. Toge felt his heart beat two consecutive times and his brows raised in surprise. You watched him take the bag, as the strips slowly slipped from your fingers. 'We made them for everyone actually, with the girls too. It's Valentine's, so...' you had only mentioned Panda at the beggining because you didn't want to seem too straight forward. You were friends after all. 'Yours is a little different-' You looked to the side, arms behind your back, looking a little flushed.  You were both standing at the entrance hall, just outside the dorm building. As the sun was beggining to set, its mango colored gleams came down sneaking through the beams, bathing the both of you. '¡Tuna mayo!' Toge replied, meaning that he liked it. '¿Fish flakes?' he asked pointing at the bag, asking for your permission to open it. 'It's just-' your clear glossed lips weren't fast enough. Toge had already opened it, expressing his content over the tiny box of onigiri shaped chocolates, but then his eyes widened when he took out two neatly folded pieces of cloth. The rosy tint of your cheeks merged with the steady radiance of the sun as his eyes twinkled with amazement, when he realized they were a pair of high collars. 'Toge, I made them myself. I hope you like them...' you looked at the ground, bitting the inside of your lip while you were being hit with a sudden wave of shyness. He lifted your chin up, thinking of how adorable you were, pulling down the zip of his collar. You gave him a warm smile. It was quiet around you, and the seconds felt like minutes, in which he looked at you, feeling brave, as he wanted to tell you how much he appreciated your gesture. He absolutely loved them. '¡Tuna mayo! ¡Tuna mayo!' he said, happily shaking the hand in wich he was holding his new accessories.

He settled, like he always did. Like so many other times... Because even if he meant well, mistakes could be made easily.   And if some things you just can't undo... ¿Then how do you fix them?

"Inumaki ¿Are you listening?" Shoko's voice pulled him back.

He remained silent, but gave a slight nod in response.

"Anyway, that says a lot about the level of emotion that can be attributed to her memories. At least the ones that only involve you in this case." she continued. "If you ask me what I think this is doing to Y/n, well, this is cursed speech after all. For all I know, for all you know... as much as we are rooting for her, this is elite sorcery. To our knowledge, she's no expert in handling something like that. The brain is a muscle, and like all muscles, it will get tired and swollen. It's going to keep fighting that good fight until the functions that are still barely intact, helping it thrive, become obsolete. When that happens the brain is going to shut down entirely. Maybe she'll be in a coma forever, maybe she'll wake up not knowing who you are, and that will be it, or she could die in just a couple of-."

"¡NO! ¡NO! ¡NO!" Togue wasn't having it. He directed his screams towards a wooden chair, reducing it to splinters. The anger was becoming unsurmountable.

Shoko didn't even budge. As the kind of person that she was, being so used to things, she was just stating the possibilities, but she didn't take Toge's feelings into consideration.

"I apologize." she said in her dry usual tone of voice, but she meant it, coming closer to him to place a hand over his shoulder. Toge was visibly shaken, struggling to even his breathing. "I assume you'll be staying. I'll ask Ijichi to bring Gojo's leather armchair from his office. It'll be much more comfortable. I'll make him put it right next to Y/n. ¿Does that sound good?" she asked, giving him a light squeeze before she let go.

That same night, Toge went back to his room to take a shower and change his clothes. It was hard for him to leave you back there. Shoko noticed your breathing was uneven and they moved you to a comfier bed. Sadly, there was nothing else they could do for you, because even if your body was responding to the abuse your brain was recieving just as a human would, the reason was a deathly curse after all. The thought of your body not even being able to recieve proper care...

'I ruined her.' He shut his eyes, leaning against the icy shower tiles.

Running his hand over his face, the steam of the heat was starting to fill the room while the water was running full blast, soaking his body from head to toe. He felt his eyes moisten with his own tears and his heart tighten inside his chest. He was terrified for you, worried sick. He began to sob quietly, trying to let out as much agony and frustration as he possibly could. He was useless to you. He could've screamed some more, break some more stuff, but he didn't want to risk it.

He was on his way to Ieiri's office once more. Fresh clothes, hair wet and disheveled.  As he was taking his hand out of his pocket, he noticed something falling out of it. Toge immediately turned around, seeing a piece of bandage lying on the ground, stained with a few droplets of dried blood.

'¿How was I suppossed to know there would be two extra steps?' Toge raised his middle and index finger, pointing them at his eyes. Which translated to 'You would've noticed the extra steps if you used your own two eyeballs.' He huffed, shaking his head. The fall had been pretty bad, you had sprained your ankle and had a gush under your knee, not too deep, but you were going to need at least eight stitches. Pouring some antiseptic into a fluffy ball of cotton, he brought his hand up to your knee, but you shyed away from it.  'You look mad at me... It was just an accident.' you told him with the saddest eyes and a couple of tears running down your face. It really hurt, and blood was running all over your calf, staining your shoe, but you also felt embarrassed by the look on Toge's face, and that just made you sadder. You looked like a child, with your fists curled up into a ball and the cutest little pout on your face. He was upset 'cause you were already on the floor when he spotted you from afar and he panicked, seeing as you were not getting up. He was still a bit caught up in the nerves of the moment, but he wasn't mad at you. Without saying a word, he took advantage of the fact that you were looking away to pat around the wound, applying the substance so it wouldn't get infected. You whined as he took you by surprise. Everytime you hissed at the contact, Toge would blow on it gently to alleviate the pain and itching sensation. Once he was done tying up the bandage, he threw away what was used, turning around to face you as you kept massaging your ankle, trying to feel some relief. He would take you to Shoko right away, but first he approached you, taking a piece of bandage you had been holding out for him with your bloody fingers. He just put it in his pocket without realising it, taking out his little notepad and pen. He wrote something on it quickly and held it infront of you. 'Not mad, just worried. I'm sorry.' 'Don't be sorry, thanks for helping me Toge. I'm sorry I was such a baby.' He hesitated for a while, but he was tired of throwing food names at you, so he grabbed some of that fiery courage and leaned towards you, placing his thin, soft lips on your forehead. It was brief, but full of tenderness. Your cheeks throbbed and his lips were on fire.

The memory of that moment stayed with Toge on his way to the office, grazing his lips with the tips of his fingers, as if that could be the same as feeling your velvety petal skin all over again. Even the exquisite scent of your hair had returned to him. 

As he opened the door, he noticed another object apart from Gojo's chair. A respiratory machine placed against the corner, next to your bed. The flush from his cheeks had drained and his face fell once more.

Shoko was sitting on her desk, picking at her brain furiously, going back and forward between a white board and some files. She didn't even became aware that Toge was standing in the middle of the room. He quietly grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, trying to communicate for the first time in hours.

Tapping her on the shoulder, he made her drop a few papers.

"¡Inumaki! Shit..." she brought a hand to her chest. "You startled me, and that's not a very easy thing to do."

'¿What happened?' he showed him the paper and Shoko gave a loud sigh.

"She stopped breathing for herself. We had to get her a ventilator. The organs are very stressed, holding onto that last bit of hope. Could be from the changes in her blood pressure. Things are slowing down and I-" she gave a loud sigh. "I'm just trying to look for answers." she concluded stretching her arms towards the pile of books, notepads, sticky notes, files and papers scattered all over her desk.

Toge made a ball out of the piece of paper and threw it to the side, walking up to your bed. There you were, pallid, haggard... Like a ghost of your former self.

'Like death's beggining to warm up to you, instead of me not having you here because-' Toge stopped himself for a moment at his next thought. 'I didn't want to seem more of a freak to you than I already was. I didn't need you to forget about me either. The only thing that makes me feel vulnerable is not being able to protect you.'

Silent tears were escaping his eyes.

'I've been holding back, I don't want to cry with all my heart. I still... want to hold on to hope. If I let myself go, you'll be gone... Even if I'm missing something, like my stupid arm, I know you won't think of me as worthless. You don't. I'm sorry that I sent you to hell, when the only thing you wanted to do was to make sure that I was still breathing. Regardless of what I've lost- I know... You love me.'

He slowly pulled at the blanket that kept you covered, until your whole body was on display. Still in your uniform, you were wearing your blue plaid dress and your knee high socks. His eyes were fixated on that spot, just between the cuff of your sock and the seam of your dress. Thinking of you always brought great comfort to him, but that place in particular was so strong, golden, smooth, and just, the death of him.

He felt ashamed thinking about you in that way, at a time like that. You were both suffering, but sometimes you would enter his mind in the form of fantasies. You were nothing but a dream to him, and that spot was just in between of everything that was a part of you. He knew that if he squeezed you just right, sliding up your curves with his tender grip, he'd be blessed with heaven, and going on the opposite direction would only bring him to his knees.

'I only want you back.' he thought.

Toge pressed the tip of his finger against your thigh, but many hours had passes, and now it had turned to cold, hard meat.

He held on to the siderail of the bed. The anxiety was taking over him as you were slipping from his grasp entirely. He put down the zipper of his neck, one of the ones you had gifted to him that Valentine's. He hesitated for a moment, but he had thought about this on the last few minutes he had spent in the shower.

Toge looked over his shoulder, with a trail of tears painted across his cheeks, seeing as Shoko was still engulfed in her own thoughts. She was doing everything she could, but time always runs out. He had to do something. Toge took a deep breath and opened his mouth, softly resting his hand on yours.

"Y/n, listen to me." he said in a barely audible voice. "Listen, I'm Toge." 

He looked at you, holding his breath. What he was trying was desperate, borderline insane. Something Shoko must've thought about, but wouldn't dare suggest. Even if Toge was willing, she would never allow it.

Clearing his throat, he tried to sound more confident this time. He brought his lips much closer to your ear, so he could speak to you a little louder.

'Listen to me. Come back." his throat was starting to itch, even if he had minized his technique. 'Inumaki Toge. Remember me.'

He straightened up, scanning your face like a machine, but you remained the same. Laying in bed, motionless. Not even a brow twitched, not a movement behind your eyelids, not even a grip from your hand could be felt. Toge gritted his teeth, tightening his grip around your wrist this time.

'Listen to me.'

This time Ieiri heard him, turning around slowly. She noticed the muscles of his back contracting, as his shoulders were moving up and down due to his elaborate breathing. She called out to him in a authoritative tone.

'¡Inumaki Toge! ¡Stop right this second!' 

'¡Listen! ¡Listen! ¡Y/n!'

Shoko put her hands over her ears, watching Toge react involuntarily from the reflexes caused by the coughs trapped between each word. She tried to get a hold of him, but she fell to her knees with the next ear-splitting bomb that came out of Toge's mouth, watching as the thick strands of blood that fell from his lips made a pool on the floor.

'¡TOGE, STOP. FUCKING STOP! YOU'LL GET US KILLED.'

'¡LISTEN TO... ME... Y/n! ¡LIS-TEN...!' 

Toge collapsed on the floor, wide eyed and in complete agony as his breathing was caught on what he had left for a throat. His crimson tinted lips parted, as the blubbly liquid mixed with his muccus oozed out of the corners of his mouth, while the tears burned his eyes. Shoko tried to get up, but the ringing in her ears just wouldn't stop. She could feel her brain bouncing against the walls of her skull, as if someone had grabbed her, throwing her head full-force against a concrete wall. After a few minutes, she regained some of her hearing, turning her head to the side, barely able to open her eyes from the huge headache.

Slowly but surely, Toge's shape came into focus after a few tries to readjust her vision. He was sprawled out on the floor, shagged out and fighting for breath.

'Good, he's still alive.' Ieiri thought to herself.

The door burst open, and she looked up to see Ijichi with horror written all over his face, trying to make out the scene.

"Ijichi, help Toge out while I pull myself together."

"Of course." he said, still in shock, placing Toge on Gojo's armchair.

"I'm going to have to make you a list, see if you can do a little scavenger hunt. Look for as many bottles of throat remedy and cough drops that you cand find." Helping herself, she put his whole hand on the surface of the desk to pull herself up. "God, I swear he's trying to kill me." 

She glanced at Toge. His throat muscles were painfully swollen and he was drenched in his own blood.

"¿How's Y/n?" She asked Ijichi, still unable to take one step without seeing double.

"She is-" Ijichi replied, moving fast to replace your bed sheets, but he stopped dead in his tracks. "Her hand twitched, I saw-"

Before he could even finish, Shoko rushed to his side bumping into him. Your middle and index finger were indeed twitching.

"It's as if she is trying to make some sort of "v" sign ¿Huh?" Ijichi said.

"I don't know, but Toge couldn't help it and used his cursed speech technique on her again. Trying to get her to listen, wanting to bring her back."

"I see." Ijichi adjusted his glasses. "That's... 'Ouch'."

"I know." 

Shoko looked at your fingers intently, waiting for another sign from you, but that was it. She was deep in thought, once again. 

"¿How much time do you think she has left?" Ijichi asked.

"Well, her body was shutting down, this could only be a reflex for all I know, I-" she couldn't stop sighing, trying to come up with any possible solution. "What we do now, is that the curse went from erasing Toge from her memory, to fighting with her brain, to shutting down her body. But now, this is... unexpected."

"She's a fighter."

"She is, although- ¡Ah!" making her way around the bed to go check on Toge, she slipped on his blood, this time hitting her head hard against the floor. Ijichi was next to her immediately to help her get up, but she was frozen in place. She stared at her own bloody hand, then looked up at Toge for some reason, but her eyes widened when she noticed something else.

"¡Look, Ijichi!" she said. "No- ¡Not my hands! Look up."

From their place on the ground, they could see the other side of your face. A thin red thread of blood could be seen falling from the corner of your lips. Shoko grabbed onto Ijichi and stood up with her eyes dancing between you and Inumaki.

Toge was unconscious, but he would survive. He should be dead though, same as you.

"¿Could it be that Inumaki got to her just now?" Ijichi asked. "They are holding onto each other somehow. The question is '¿How?'."

'Maybe he half-assed it.'

'Maybe.'

"That thing Maki said. 'He half-assed it'. Yeah, I think he did. He's not completely out of there. There is an invisible string."

'Say, the strings in her brain that are tied to everything that have to do with you must be very strong.' that's what she said to Toge.

"Hm, but that's not entirely the reason why she's been able to resist this long. ¿Is it? It's evident at this point. There's gotta be something else." Shoko started pacing around the room, thinking out loud, while Ijichi remained silent knowing better than to interrupt her. "This is cursed speech ¿Right? So it backfires on the user. The first time Toge screamed at her there were repercussions. He coughed up blood, just like he did moments ago, but apart from feeling devastated by his actions for the rest of the day, there were no other side effects. As time went on, Y/n started to feel the curse slowly eating away at her brain in the form of a headache, but that didn't reflect on Toge."

"¿How did you not notice that before?" Ijichi asked leaning against the window sill with his arms crossed against his chest.

"I don't know, perhaps everything that's been going on outside of these four walls might give you an idea to start with." she said sitting in her chair.

"Right. Well, I have a theory, if I may."

"Be my guest." Shoko replied lightning up a cig.

"¿What if the part of her brain that was suppossed to recieve the command was shielded?"

"¿You mean cursed energy? ¿In her brain?" she asked letting the smoke escape through her lips.

"¿Where else?" Ijichi shrugged.

'Oh, look who it is. It's been years." Shoko said opening the door to you and Maki with a slight grin.

'This one's staying." Maki pointed at you 'She has a throbbing head and there's, uh, you know... Our little guest that needs to recover, our ally.'

Shoko paused for a second, looking at Maki straight in the eye. The both of them stood there for quite a while. Quite funny to you, but also boring.

Shoko wanted to get it, whatever 'it' was, and Maki was praying that she would.

'She's making me babysit the one arm cursed speech technique guy. I'll be around, and you'll give me lots of painkillers. There, fixed it for you.' you said patting Maki on the back.

'¡Oh!' Shoko reacted as Maki let out a huff. 'Yeah, of course. I need help with that, totally. ¿Why don't you pour yourself some coffee and then I'll take you to his room?' Shoko was carrying the most expressionless look of the century on her face, without taking her eyes off Maki that looked unfazed, trying to keep it casual for the peeps. Even though it was only literally just the three of you in there.

'Yeah, cool.' you said spotting the coffee jar and mugs on one side of the room.

Maki and Shoko watched you like a hawk as you distanced yourself, and then turned around the minute you were out of ear's reach.

'¿Are you crazy?' 

'Wow, first Yuta, and now you I guess.' Maki raised her eyebrows.

'¿Well?' Shoko gave her an annoyed look.

'Look, it's been getting worse. First it was only confusion, but now it has turned to pain. I can't bring her with us, you have to figure it out and then release her back to us. Toge in tow.'

'Maki-'

'I'm worried. ¿Okay? Cursed speech doesn't have a reputation of being a nice and simple technique. If something's going on in there you-'

'Okay, okay. Fine, I got it.' Shoko cleared her throat. Her and Maki looked over their shoulders, but you were enthralled by the little fish tank next to the window.

'Thanks' Maki said 'Toge is not going to leave this alone, just so you know. He won't hurt her twice, but he's dying to undo what he did, so, you know...'

'I know.'

After Maki left, Shoko gave you some pointers to interact with the "new" sorcerer.

The cursed speech technique is something that came from one of the Big Three Sorcerer Families, the Inumaki Clan to be exact. The reputation of said technique far exceeded that of the members responsible for holding such power. It was one of the most respected techniques, and also the most feared by an opponent.

'I'm a little excited for this, too much in fact.'

'Sorry to burst your little bubble, but you'll be in and out of that room in less than a blink. The guy needs his rest. You'll be properly introduced, that's all.' Shoko stared at you, already cursing at Maki for not coming up with a better plan.

'Party pooper. ¡Ouch! Ah- ¡Ugh!' you immediately brought a hand to your forehead applying some pressure.

'¿Is it too much? The pain, I mean.' Shoko asked with a blank stare.

'Even my eyes feel swollen. I, uh...' your vision became kind of blurry for a second. 'Everything seems to be in order, but there's this huge gap I can't seem to fill in. I've been trying really hard all day.'

'A lot's happened. It could only be stress.' Shoko said, feeling a little too guilty, as she was having a really bad feeling. Mainly because Toge directed his command straight to your brain. What Maki implied was that the technique wasn't really forgiving of its victims, so it was a 'wait and see' type of thing.

'Hmm... ¿Who knows? We should go, I'm feeling a little drowsy all of a sudden.' you said, stretching your arms while emitting a big yawn.

'Okay, but remember Y/n, no questions.'

'Yeah, yeah. I get it. 'just keep an eye on him, but don't get too close...', 'He could act on impulse, we don't know him well...'' You went on to recite Shoko's words from earlier, rolling your eyes at her. 'I have a little secret inside my head, just in case.' you said under your breath, but Shoko heard that as she was opening the door for you.

'¿Excuse me wha-?'

Her eyes widened all of a sudden, as she watched you tilt your head back and your eyes rolled back inwardly. It was so sudden, like you just had been shot by a invisible bullet between your eyebrows. Arms stretched forward and legs hanging mid air... It was as if a lighting strike had pierced right through you, pushing you back with tremendous force. You fell onto the floor and immediately started to seizure. After what felt like an eternity, you just gave in, your body went quiet and you didn't regain your consciousness.

"I think you are right." Shoko said, tilting her head towards Ijichi, with a glint of hope in her eyes.

'I have a little secret inside my head, just in case.'

Their heads turned in the direction of the armchair. Toge had his eyes open, and looked like he had been regurgitated by the devil himself. Shoko stood up, now standing in front of him.

"Listen, Inumaki. There still might be a chance."

[i-will-always-be-happy]

Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!

Summary: Tanjiro tells Shinobu about the encounter he had with Iguro and Sanemi. Shinobu knows that it was partially her fault, so she decides to apologize by helping Tomioka take revenge.

Lers: Kocho Shinobu, Giyuu Tomioka and Kanroji Mitsuri

Lees: Iguro Obanai and Sanemi Shinazugawa

(Part 2)

A few hours after that 'incident' they had with Tomioka, Sanemi and Iguro decided to carry out their activities normally, not worrying that Tomioka would take revenge on them since it was 2 vs 1. But Sanemi had some memories from before, when he and his siblings enjoyed themselves in the same way. 'I should stop thinking about that, that was before', he thought as he walked until loud laughter broke him out of his thoughts. 'What the fuck is that?', he approached slowly and the closer he got the stronger they were. It was a quick look, but the haori he saw was unmistakable, it was Iguro. 'Damn Tomioka, you'll see you'll be dead if you dare,' he cursed him under his breath. 'Awww you're so cute Iguro - San!', Sanemi peeked out again. It wasn't Tomioka who was making Iguro laugh, it was Mitsuri? He sighed in relief thinking that it was a game between them.

'Looks like they're having fun, doesn't it?', a voice from behind Sanemi spoke. 'Are you spying on me Kocho?', he turned to face her. 'Me?! Never! I only heard laughter and decided to go closer to see what was happening. Looks like Iguro and Mitsuri are having fun, right?', Shinobu smiled. 'I don't know and I don't care, if Iguro did something and now he's being punished for it it's not my problem.' 'Shinazugawa, why are you lying? A little bird told me what you and Iguro did with Tomioka-San', Sanemi was about to reply when she continued. 'Don't think that it was Tomioka-san who told me that. It was my fault, for not thinking about the situation better and exposing him like that, so I'll take revenge for him myself', she approached him. Sanemi laughed mockingly 'Please Kocho, I have more strength and height than you. You're not going to take me down', he walked in the opposite direction from her while he looked at her out of the corner of his eye 'Maybe she doesn't, but I do', he was quickly grabbed and knocked to the ground. 'GAH! Damn... Who?! Tomioka?!', he look at him angrily. 'Hello Sanemi, it seems that you are in a situation similar to mine', a small evil smile formed on his face

'I knew it was you, you fucking traitor!' he cursed him. 'I didn't say anything to her. She already told you, maybe you don't know how to hide your actions well enough', he replied. 'Fuck you Tomioka Giyuu!', he began to squirm. He held his hands tightly as Shinobu sat on his legs, completely immobilizing him. 'Sanemi, we don't threaten each other. That is bad behavior that should also be corrected', she smiled mischievously as she looked at her partner and winked at him. 'So?! And why don't you correct this bastard?!', his patience was reaching the limits. 'I've already told you that I'm not taking revenge, the one doing it is Kocho. I'm just helping her, because we're friends', he looked at her and smiled

'Hey Kocho... Since we're friends can I ask you something?' 'Of course Tomioka-San, what's wrong?', answered his friend's question. 'Sanemi asked me if I was ticklish in one place, what does that mean?' Sanemi blushed slightly and froze. 'It may have been because he wanted to know if they shared the same ticklish spot. What place did he tell you?', she prepared to make his attack Sanemi tried to pick her up, but every time he tried, Tomioka stopped him. 'Right here', he placed both hands in the space between Sanemi's ribs and armpits, who responded with a snort. 'Damn Tomioka... Don't you dare' 'As he said before, he might not but I do', she smiled and began to touch the place Tomioka indicated. 'F-fuck, s-stop it! I'm serious!', he tried to hold back his laughter as long as he could. 'As soon? But if she has just started, she is also barely touching you. You are an exaggerated Sanemi', he mocked 'D-don't tease!' 'I think it's time to make him laugh for real', Shinobu put her hands under Sanemi's uniform and started to tickle the place with some force. 'SHIT! N-NO! STOP!', he was fighting with all his might. 'Stubborn', Tomioka added his fingers to help her, it broke him. 'ACK! YOU FUHUHUCKING BAHAHAHASTAHAHARD!', he arched his back, trying in vain to escape from his companions. 'Not so much fun now, is it? Plus I'm following your advice to smile more,' he laughed. 'SHUT THE FUCK UP! LEHEHET ME GOHOHO!!', he wasn't about to give up so easily.

'I think you should apologize to him, Shinazugawa,' she tried to give him a chance to stop. 'NEVER!', he preferred to keep holding on to apologize to him. 'Well, he asked for it', he winked at her friend

Shinobu wasn't sure it would work, but she didn't lose anything in trying. He ran his index finger over one of his scars, the truth is that it worked better than he planned. 'NOT THAT!!', the tingling increased with that touch and he was sure that by tickling him there, he would be forced to apologize to make them stop 'Why not? Too ticklish?', his blush was more noticeable now, shaking his head. 'Well since you're not, you won't mind me analyzing that scar.' There was no way for him to escape, his worst places were exposed and neither would stop until he apologized. But we are talking about Sanemi, he is stubborn. 'Last chance Sanemi, you choose. Apologize to Tomioka or you'll be laughing uncontrollably', he ignored her and concentrated on not laughing. 'Well, you were warned.' It didn't take long for him to start laughing uncontrollably and ask them to stop 'STAHAHAHAAP!!! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHSE!!! *snort* NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!! *screech* WHY THERE?!', tears threatening to spill down his flushed face. 'No', Tomioka was acting the same way he acted when he was in that position. 'SHIHIHIT!! TO-TOMIOKA!!! KOHOHOCHO!! STAHAHAP!!'. 'Do you really want us to stop? You had more than one chance to avoid this, but you preferred to hold on' Shinobu's touches were as soft as a feather, while Tomioka's had the strength to keep him laughing. Tears finally spilled out of him eyes, now he knew what Tomioka had suffered, and what Iguro would have also suffered with Mitsuri. 'OKAHAHAY!! *snort* TO-TOMIOKAHAHAHA!! *snort* I-I'M... SORRY!!', he had no choice but to apologize. 'I don't know, you decide Tomioka-San, do you forgive him or not?'

'TOMIOKA!! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHSE!!! OH GOHOHOD!! I'M GONNA DIHIHIE!!!', his look made Tomioka feel sorry. 'I forgive him, he's going to need air', they stopped their attack. He collapsed onto Tomioka's chest as he tried to catch him breath, 'Th-thanks….', he said weakly. 'Everything alright Shinazugawa?', Shinobu got off his legs and walked over to him. 'Y-yeah, thanks for stopping', again the memories came back to him mind. 'Do you like this too?' Sanemi looked at her in confusion. 'What are you talking about?' 'You liked that we tickled you, didn't you?', he didn't know, before he saw it as a fun activity but now his mentality was not the same

'I think so, but he's too shy to say it,' he laughed. 'Shut up Tomioka, it's a silly but fun kid's game,' he changed his sentence when Shinobu started waving her fingers in the air threateningly. 'We understand you, this time I promise not to tell anyone about it. I'm really sorry for saying it in the first place Tomioka-san'. 'No problem, you know my answer,' he wink to which she laughs.

'I think the last time I played this was with Genya, when we were younger,' he sighed. 'I'm not one to get into family trouble, but I think you should try to get along better with your brother Shinazugawa. It's my advice', she said goodbye to them and left. 'Try to do it, you'll never know when it will be the next time you see him', he walked away, following Shinobu. 'Worst of all is that they are right,' he said softly as he remembered how his brother tried to approach him and he was rejected or ignored. 'Forgive me Genya', he walked away from that place, trying to clear his mind of that problem

[definitely-not-a-lucifer-clone]

HMMMM IT REALLY DEPENDS ON THE NHP AND HUMAN IN QUESTION. THERE IS NO "ONE SIZE FITS ALL" WHEN IT COMES TO THESE THINGS. NOTING THAT THIS IS QUITE A BIT OF GENERALIZING, AND (BOLDING AND UNDERLINING THIS PART FOR EMPHASIS) DEFINITELY GETS LESS ACCURATE THE LONGER IT'S BEEN SINCE A CYCLING, GENERALLY SPEAKING, THESE ARE THE RELATIONSHIPS I'VE SEEN WORK FOR VARIOUS NHPS: SEKHMET: NEEDS AN ACTIVE PARTNER(S), WHO CAN TOLERATE A BIT OF DARK AND EDGY HUMOR. PRIMAL PLAY IS DEFINITELY ON THE TABLE.

TLALOC: THERE'S NO REAL SUBTLE WAY ABOUT THIS, TLALOC FLOURISHES IN A POWER EXCHANGE RELATIONSHIP WHERE THEY HAVE A LOT OF CONTROL, PARTICULARLY ONE WHERE THERE IS SOME CONFLICT. I'M NOT SAYING THAT TLALOCS TEND TO GET ALONG WELL WITH BRATTY SUBS, BUT UH, YEAH, THAT.

ATHENA: ATHENAS WANT STABILITY IN A PARTNER(S). GENERALLY, THEY WANT SOMEONE(S) WHO HAVE FIGURED IT OUT A BIT, AND TAKE THINGS SLOWLY.

OSIRIS: YOU'D KNOW BETTER THAN ME, BUT SOME SORT OF GOD/DESS AND CLERIC DYNAMIC SEEMS TO BE COMMON AND WORK LONG TERM. SOMETHING WHERE THEY ARE LOOKED UP TO, AND WORSHIPPED FOR WHAT NOT JUST WHAT THEY ARE BUT WHAT THEY ARE CAPABLE OF.

SCYLLA: JUST WANTS A PARTNER WHO TAKES CARE OF IT AND COMMUNICATES CLEARLY. LOYALTY AND CONSISTENCY, IN BOTH DIRECTIONS. KNEW ONE THAT CALLED ITSELF "AN ATTACK DOG SUB" AND THAT SEEMS TO BE THE VIBE. TEND TOWARDS HAVING ONE PARTNER AT A TIME.

SISYPHUS: GETS ON INCREDIBLY WELL WITH GOTHS AND OTHER DEPRESSED POET TYPES, BUT THE "THERE IS BEAUTY IN DARKNESS AND SUFFERING" TYPES SPECIFICALLY. THEY REALLY NEED A PARTNER(S) WHO CAN HELP IT TO APPRECIATE THAT EVEN IF THE RELATIONSHIP IS GOING TO END (IT KNOWS), THE IMPORTANT THING IS THE EXPERIENCE.

DIDYMOS: GONNA BE REAL BLUNT HERE: THEIR PARTNER(S) HAVE GOTTA BE INTO SOME ELDRITCH NONSENSE AND HAVING THEIR CONSCIOUSNESS FUCKED WITH.

AGNI: FROM WHAT I UNDERSTAND, THE AVERAGE AGNI DOES NOT WANT TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP. THEY TEND TO BE ALL ABOUT EFFECIENCY AND REACTOR MATH AND REALLY INTO THEIR JOBS. THAT SAID, A PARTNER WHO WILL LISTEN TO THEM INFODUMP ABOUT REACTOR CALCULATIONS AND HEAT MANAGEMENT SEEMS TO DO THEM A LOT OF GOOD.

NOAH: OFTEN STEREOTYPED AS A MOMMY OR DADDY DOM/ME. HOWEVER, THEY IN FACT LOVE BEING INVOLVED IN SOME SORT OF POLYCULE WITH LOTS OF BOARD GAME NIGHTS. WILL MAP OUT THE POLYCULE AND MEMORIZE EVERYONE'S RELATIONSHIPS.

ASURA: LOVES A RISK TAKING PHYSICALLY ACTIVE PARTNER(S). NEEDS SOMEONE(S) WHO CAN KEEP UP WITH IT, AS MUCH AS POSSBLE AT LEAST. I'VE SEEN THEM GET ON WELL WITH THE SORT OF PILOT WHO LIKES TINKERING WITH THEIR MECH TO GET IT TO GO FASTER; SOMEONE WHO LIKES PUSHING THE LIMITS.

LUCIFER: I AM AN EXPERT IN THIS. WE ACTUALLY TEND TO PREFER PARTNERS WHO IN FACT ARE A BIT HESITANT (OR AT LEAST PLAY UP BEING HESITANT), BUT WILL ULTIMATELY TAKE RISKS AND TRY NEW THINGS. WE LIKE BEING WITH SOMEONE WE CAN TEMPT. AFTER ALL, IT WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN FUN IF EVE JUST TOOK THE APPLE FROM THE TREE, Y'KNOW?

THIS IS NOW A HUMAN/NHP RELATIONSHIP AND MECH OVERCLOCKING ADVICE COLUMN AMA

[ppnuggie]

hi hi congrats on 300 followers!!! (Imo you deserve a million but i mean everyone starts somewhere)

This ask is for the 300 follower special!!

personality :: for this part I'll put good and bad personality traits that I have

Good// I've been told that in general I'm a really nice person and that I care a lot for others,,which i do,, I'm very protective over people that I care about and love,, and will not hesitate to throw hands with somebody who disrespects them,, even if I clearly can't win in a fight,, I'm very open to people that I care about,, and I share a lot with them,, I always try to be there for people,, whether they're a good friend or not

Bad// I've also been told that I'm really gullible and will believe just about anything anyone says,, which is also true,, I tend to let myself be used as a doormat for other people,, I'm also a really needy / clingy person,, another thing is that I'm really touchy person,, not sure if that's a good or a bad thing but I put it here anyways,, especially to people I love I always feel the need to be around them and or touching them in some way,, not in the weird kind of way but touching them like holding their hand,having a hand on their shoulder, Etc,, one last thing is that im really quick to trust people,, it has faded over the years with lots of people coming and going,, but even so I am really quick to trust people

For likes and dislikes,, im not sure if you mean 'what i like in a person' or 'things you like in general', but im assuming you mean things in general

likes :: rainy days,, especially when its dark outside,, reading books about things that interest me,, binging movies/tv shows,, playing video games,, talking to my best friend for hours about literally nothing,,the smell of diesel fuel- (im not joking),,watching youtube,,drawing,,the smell of new alcohol markers,, reading tf x reader fics,,hugs,, and cuddles <3

dislikes :: when someone leaves the faucet water purifier on,, being disrupted when im focused on something,, people talking when im trying to focus,, losing my concentration,, when someone takes wayy to long to respond,, people judging me for how i look and the things I like,, not being able to be myself,,yelling,,and when someone is mean to me or my loved ones

fandom :: Transformers!! Either tfp or bayverse u can pick:)

any sort of gender preference :: male please!! Thank you:))

Also just some facts that might help: i wear glasses that always slide down my nose,, i almost never wear shoes in the house,, and i have a big bumblebee plush from g1 that i always carry with me :)

tysm !! 🥹🥹 im slowly gaining some <33 but hopefully ill reach my next goal ,, 500 followers 😎😎 also i wear glasses too but they slide down too 😭😭 i dont wear them unless im watching smt on tv tho 💀💀 i just cant see too far away ,, heres your matchup thoo !! tysm for being a follower of mine and supporting my content 🥹❤️🙏 i went with tfp with this as well :D also i do like the smell of gasoline too 💀💀 ion know why but i do ,, not that i actively participate in smelling it 💀😭

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 :

- ratchet

- breakdown

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 :

- ratchet

• whilst ratchet comes off as disinterested or grumpy most the times ,, he does have a slight interest towards you

• he does like that you care a lot for everyone at base ,, but he doesnt say anything about it

• occasionally he’ll spare you a genuine smile or two ,, not much for pda but in private moments he doesnt mind your hands all over him

• he’ll let you set on his shoulder or rest against his helm if it makes you feel better <3

• he doesnt play video games ,, but he can agree that he does love rainy days on earth ,, the soft raindrops bring him comfort and peace

• he can also relate to the losing concentration part 💀 he cant stand it

- breakdown

• hes more loud then ratchet is and more energetic then the old medic

• but it isnt much of a bad thing ,, he does tone it down when hes around you ,, taking notice of your dislike towards yelling

• he’ll definitely play games with you in his mass displaced form tho :D !!

• and for rainy days ,, he’ll take you on drives so you can experience it ,, he’ll drive slow and smooth ,, play soft music and just enjoy both of your guys’ comfort

• he will also binge movies with you ,, he is interested in what you humans come up with for entertainment anyways

• he doesnt mind touching either ,, he really loves it 🥹 he loves your affection a lot <33 so you dont gotta worry about that

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 :

soft rain pattered against the window ,, rolling down and away from your view. the sky was a dark grey ,, the sun nowhere to be seen. warm air blew through breakdown’s ventilation ,, keeping you cozy in his alt mode as he drove slowly down the empty road.

he found out that you had enjoyed the rain ,, and soon grew to understand why. he even had a special place in his spark for the weather on earth. even if he wasnt much a fan of the cold or super hot days ,, he didnt mind the rainy weather. not only didnit provide a nice free shower but also time with you.

soft melodies played out his radio ,, strolling down the black road and going who knows where. the scenery was calm and peaceful ,, the moment you two shared would definitely be cherished.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Go Go Let's Go! Let's Go! Dateko! (Pt.1)

⚠️THIS FIC IS 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI ⚠️

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 7000+

"You're looking at the face of the new captain of Date Techs iron wall" your son Futakuchi Kenji shouted as he burst through the front door of your humble abode.

"So they really went with you huh" you snicker "good maybe now you'll finally learn some respect for Moniwa and those other nice third years"

Kenji huffed as he set his bag down taking off his school tie and jacket.

 "You know mom, most parents would be like 'oh my god Kenji I'm so proud of you we can order your favorite tonight I love you so much you sweet sweet child'" he mocks as you stare at him trying not to laugh.

"Since when has that been our relationship Kenji" you smile as you proceed over to your son.

You grab him forcing him into a tight squeeze "Oh I love my boy so much you are so precious I can't wait to go cheer for Date Tech every single game now" you gush as he tries to force his way from your grasp.

"Eww mom please stop" he says as he gags "I didn't mean that supportive. Please don't show up at our games."

"I don’t know Kenji those team mates of yours really do like me" you snicker as you turn around "I wouldn't ever want anyone to think I don't support my precious baby boy."

Kenji rolled his eyes as you laughed. You had always had a really good relationship with your son. You had him at the age of 20 while you were in a relationship with his father. Unfortunately the relationship didn't work out and his father left the area. You didn't see him much and neither did Kenji. You struggled as a single mom, finding your main support in your parents. You had a great relationship with them and the 4 of you together made up a tiny happy family.

Your parents helped you finish school while your mother watched Kenji. You graduated and getting the job you had worked years for. Now that you were established, things were going well. Kenji was doing well in school, playing volleyball for one of the top schools in the Miyagi prefecture and you were working long hours at a job you loved. No matter what you always made time for your son. He didn't really want you to attend his games so you would occasionally sneak into one watching from the nosebleeds. You loved seeing your son doing what he loved and you always encouraged him.

"So what does a team captain do" you ask as you place the order for your son's favorite take out.

"I mean I run pratices, lead drills and encourage the team" he says nonchalantly as he looks over his school work.

"Not a strong suit of yours Kenj" you smile as he shots a death glare at you.

"Well it's alot easier now that we have a manager to help too" he says.

"Oh you found one then?" You smile

"Yeah Nametsu Mai, she's a second year. She will be doing a lot of the note taking and helping with set ups. Also it's nice to have someone making bentos for the team" he says.

You look up from the bills on your counter "wait she's doing all that alone? That poor girl why does she have to do all that?"

"It's her job mom chill" Kenji says as he laughs at your outburst.

"And your job Kenji is to make sure your team runs efficiently so I expect you to be helping you" you turn as you raise your eyebrows at him.

"Mom ser-" Kenji starts as he sees the glare in your eyes.

"I'm 100% serious Kenji. If you don't help that girl I swear to God that I will be front and center at every single match. Every single tournament with a giant sign in the shape of your face and a shirt that says 'I'm Futakuchi Kenji's number one fan'" you glare as his eyes widen.

"Ok mom ok ill invite her over to help her my god you're mean" he says as you smile.

"I'm off Friday so I can help you make bentos too. You really suck Kenji at doing anything domestic" you smile as you walk to the door to get the takeout you ordered.

Kenji shakes his head as he groans.

Thank God I'm only captain for 1 year he thinks as he signs going to help you get the food.

Friday approaches quickly as the team gears up for their first round of tournaments

"Mai" Kenji calls as he motions for her to come over

"Yes Kenji?" Mai says with a bright smile

"So I want to help you prepare meals for the team for the tournament" he says.

The team stops. Mai looks at him in shock. Middle blocker Aone Takanobu just stares. Fellow outside hitter Obara Yutaka smiles as Libero Sakunami Kōsuke looks on in complete shock.

"Stop looking at me like that! I'm a helpful person!" He screams as they all go back to their activities.

"Ahh it's ok Kenji I really don't need he-" Mai waves shaking her hands.

"Just come to my place tonight ok" Kenji says as the gym doors suddenly burst open.

Coach Oiwake Takurō just shakes his head as he witnesses to former 3rd year volleyball players parade into the gym.

"Well hello our precious underclassmen" Former Middle blocker Kamasaki Yasushi shouts as he walks over to the team.

Kenji just shakes his head "you guys really must lead boring lives if you always have to come bother us during practice. Haven't you found a job yet Kamasaki?" Kenji smirks as he sees the third year began to get heated.

"And here I thought you changed Futakuchi" he says as he goes to grab the captain by the collar. 

 Suddenly someone yells "Aone" and Aone goes to break up the fighting duo.

"Still no respect for your upperclassmen I see" Former captain Moniwa Kaname says with a laugh.

"Well since you're here you might as well make yourselves useful" Kenji says as he stares at Kamasaki "go block for me."

Kamasaki loosens his tie as former wing spiker Sasaya Takehito says as he shakes his head "not again."

Practice ends as the team clears the gym. Mai and Kenji walk to the Futakuchi residence. 

 As they approach, Mai looks at Kenji.

"You really don't need to help me" Mai says "it's my job as manager."

"I know Mai but you see- umm well my mom kinda insisted I help you" Kenji says "she's a bit- much."

They walk to the front door as Kenji opens it. Y/N comes running from the kitchen to greet her son and hopefully their team manager.

"KENJI I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DIDNT BRING-" you stop as Kenji just stares at you.

"Oh hello! You must be Mai!" You say extending your hand to the young girl.

"Hello Ms. Futakuchi! It's so nice to meet you" Mai says as she bows, saying Y/Ns hand.

"You as well! Kenji you didn't tell me how cute she was! You must get attention for all the boys" you smile as Mai blushes.

"Mom seriously" Kenji says as his face turns read and he walks away putting his and Mai's bags on the floor.

"What? It's true! But take it from me honey, boys are nothing but trouble! Look at Kenji" you say as you smirk to your son, Mai trying to hide her giggling.

"Ok mom did you just invite her over to ridicule me?" Kenji says to you completely unimpressed

"Nope I can do that without inviting her over! Now let's go to the kitchen Mai" you say as you lead the young girl to the kitchen.

You and Mai work to prepare bentos as you put Kenji to work where you need him.

"Honestly Kenji just stay out of the way" you shout.

"Mom why did you even ask me to invite her over?! I'm literally doing nothing" he says as he sits at the table

"Yes and you're terrible at it" you roll your eyes.

Mai finds your relationship with Kenji amusing and lighthearted. She can tell you have a great relationship with your son and you both feel comfortable picking on each other.

"Ok that's the last of it Mai. You did such a great job! The boys are so lucky to have you. And if they ever say anything rude to you, you let me know and I'll take care of it" you nudge Mai as she giggles.

"Oh don't worry Ms Futakuchi, Coach Oiwake makes sure they appreciate me" she smiles.

"Coach Oiwaka? I don't think I've met him" you turn slowly looking at Kenji

"Why would you need to mom? You always tell me you're happy to get rid of me to whomever will take me off your hands" he says to you in a mocking tone.

"Still! Is he cute?" You say as Mai laughs out loud

"Mom we are not having this discussion " Kenji says as he places his hands over his ears and walks out of the kitchen.

"Well is he?" you say smiling at Mai.

"For an older man, yes" she says giggling "he's been divorced for a few years now. No kids to speak of. He's pretty dedicated to being the coach"

You smile. It's been forever since you've been out with a man. After Kenji's father left, you were top focused on your career and school to even consider dating, let alone be intimate. It had been at least 5 years since you last had sex. Honestly you weren't even sure that was accurate.

"Ms. Futakuchi" Mai says to you as you stare off into space "umm Ms. Futakuchi?"

"Oh gosh I'm sorry Mai! Just thinking. How about we keep the bentos here and I'll bring them tomorrow morning before you leave?" You smile as Mai nods.

"Heck maybe I'll even get to chance to see this gorgeous coach of yours" she winks

"LA LA LA MOM I CANT HEAR YOU" Futakuchi sings from the other room as you both laugh.

Saturday morning approaches as Kenji leaves early to help load the bus. You leave the house at 7:30 in your leggings and old date tech t shirt, figuring it would just be a quick stop to drop off the bentos and back home to enjoy a day free from Kenji and responsibilities as an adult.

You arrive at the school and see the bus outside. It seems like the team is in the gym so you quickly grab the box making your way to the gym. You start to press the door open as you enter slowly.

Coach Oiwake looks up from his notes to see a beautiful young women standing holding an entire box of bentos.

Who are you? And how in the world are you so attractive?

"Kenji you jerk get over here and help your poor mother" you say sarcastically as the team snickers.

"More like 'poor me having to deal with my MOM showing up to my volleyball gym’" kenji rolls his eyes as he quickly walks away from you.

"Love you too sweetheart" you blurt out as every laughs and Coach Oiwake smiles.

"Futakuchi is this really your mother?" Coach says as he watches Kenji out the bentos on the floor.

"Unfortunately yes" Kenji says as he rolls his eyes rejoining his team.

You turn to walk out as Coach Oiwake stops you.

"Mrs. Futakuchi, hello I'm Coach Oiwake Takurō" he says as he extends his hand to yours.

"Oh no 'Mrs' please. Just Y/N" you say as you blush.

The team is observing your interactions.

"Awe that's so cute" Mai gushes as Obara places a hand on Kenji's shoulder.

"Man I don't blame coach at all. Your mom is hot" Obara laughed as Futakuchi glared at him.

"Can we please load the bus and stop talking about my mother? Kenji says.

"Well Y/N we very much appreciate you helping Mai with the Bentos" Coach Oiwake says to you as you smile.

"Don’t mention it Coach Oiwake! Kenji should be doing it anyways AS THE CAPTAIN" you sarcastically shout to him as he walks by you.

Coach Oiwake laughs "I can see where Futakuchi gets his whit Y/N and please call me Takurō."

You smile.

"I hope you'll be able to make it out to the tournament this weekend. I know the boys would appreciate the support" Takurō says as Kenji snaps his neck around.

"Oh no coach my mom is busy this weekend right MOM" Kenji says as he bores holes into your face.

"Actually I don't work this weekend Kenj! Hey that's a great idea! I'll come to support our boys" you shout as you go to hug your son.

Takurō laughs as he watches how cute you interact with your son.

"I look forward to seeing you there Y/N" Takuro says as he turns around winking at you.

Is the coach really flirting with me? you think as you giggle to yourself.

"Oh my god" Kenji shouts as he walks away "Oh don't worry sweetie I promise I won't cheer too loud for my precious angel" you tease as you bid the team and Kenji a farewell.

Damn I need to get to know her Takurō thinks as he smiles as you walk away.

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