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So, @roseofcards90 said that Stark from Frieren looks like a 0309 fankid, and me loving Frieren + her encouraging me, i made some headcanons for it
For those who dont know the character, his name is Stark, he is kind, silly, a people pleaser, in general he is a good boy, he is strong, a warrior and fights with a big axe. (Frieren is set in a fantasy world)
Stark + 0309 (probably platonic? not the main focus) found family
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR STARK'S BACKSTORY ON FRIEREN, not proof read
Like on the anime, Stark grew up on the shadow of his brother, always training, but without ever getting any recognition or support from his father. His brother on the other side, would always make space for him he was who taught him what kindness and love felt like, always caring for him, always watching over him, till his last breath
After their village got attacked and Stark had to run away, leaving behind everyone he ever knew, believing himself a coward that could never improve, he came across two adventurers
Seeing the red hair of one of them, which reminded him of his family and other people from the village, he felt shame, fear and immense guilt for having left everyone behind for his own survival (HE IS STILL A KID GUYS)
Mikoto and Fuuta stared at the random kid confused, and when Mikoto noticed that he was about to cry, he kneeled down and tried to talk with him, to make sure he was okay
Fuuta was also worried about the kid, but he has never been good with words or feelings, so he just asked where the kid was from and Stark began to cry, which made Fuuta panic and take a couple steps away from them, leaving the work to Mikoto
Mikoto eventually managed to comfort him and learnt about the tragedy that struck his village. Knowing Fuuta and him wouldnt have what it takes to save the village, and also knowing that he cant leave a child alone, Mikoto decided to offer Stark to join them on their travels, Fuuta was prepared to refute, but when he saw Stark’s face full of fear and guilt, he couldnt help but see a bit of himself on the kid
Mikoto’s plan was to bring Stark with them for a while and then leave him in an orphanage or somewhere that would be safe for him, so he wouldnt have to grow up traveling, and so he could grow up in a nice home
But he didnt take into account of the small group growing attached to each other
Fuuta quickly noticed Stark’s true potential as a warrior, and with a bit of excitement of teaching someone something he loves he asked if he would like him to train him. Stark was scared, remembering how it was to be trained by his father, but agreed, wanting to make himself useful
Stark was terrified, he couldnt bring himself to fight any monsters, even the easiest ones to kill, and Fuuta was starting to grow frustrated with that, but whenever he was about to raise his voice, he would see Stark’s face full of horror, so he would just sigh loudly, kneel beside him and try his best to convince him to try it
It was certainly a learning experience for Fuuta, having to learn basic communication skills
One time, they were on a small town, Mikoto was always in charge of gathering information from the town folk, while Fuuta would take care of buying the supplies for their journey. Stark had grown up a bit and most of the time would stick with Mikoto. But this time he went with Fuuta, they split the list of what they needed and got to work each on their own. After a while he heard a loud noise coming from the forest, doing a quick scan on the area he noticed the people from the town appeared worried and scared, and he assumed it was a monster attacking. He was TERRIFIED, he was about to run to look for Fuuta when he heard someone say that “the adventurer with the silly face went to check on the river bank” which made his heart drop (and the supplies he had bought). Even as terrified as he was, his legs moved on his own and he ran towards the place where he heard the loud noise.
When he arrived he found Mikoto unconscious on the floor and a monster about to eat him, Stark stared at the monster, paralyzed, not knowing what to do, his hands were shaking and he felt like his heart would beat out of his chest. Stark and the monster stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, until the monster launched its attack. Stark quickly drew his axe and defended himself. As they fought, Stark screamed for help, hoping anyone would come to their aid
On the other side of the town, Fuuta heard the first loud noise, and soon after heard more and more loud noises, making him worry about his team, he quickly searched the town, and not finding them he assumed the worst. He ran as quickly as he could, ready to unveil his sword and save his comrades, he kept hearing Stark’s cries for help, but when he finally arrived to the scene, he found Stark, still calling for help, with his axe on the monster’s neck as the monster was slowly disintegrating
Fuuta felt extremely proud of him, and after checking up on Mikoto, he congratulated Stark, which made Stark surprised, not having ever received that treatment from someone else
when they came back to the town, the people received them with cheers and gratefulness, apparently they had been struggling with that monster for a while and they will be able to go back to their normal activities now
After that, Mikoto keeps telling Stark how strong he is, he keeps wrapping an arm around his neck like an affectionate brother, Stark feels slightly embarrassed by this, but cant help but feel happiness. Fuuta just answers with “he is but he needs to keep training” to which Stark nods his head
#ALRIGHT THAT WAS FUN#i feel i couldve done more but i got carried away with the story heh#MIGHT AD ONTO THIS??? IDK#seari writes#frieren: beyond journey's end#stark frieren#milgram#milgram headcanons#crack fic#milgram crossover#fuuta kajiyama#mikoto kayano#milgram fanfic#frieren#sousou no frieren
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the latin verb "ardere", "to burn, to be on fire" also meaning "to desire" is so . i love people, i love classics, and i love seeing the ways in which people of the past perceived and experienced certain emotions
#classics#latin#also adding onto this#deponents in greek#as much as they can be a pain to translate and remember#my prof talked to us about how from the deponents we can see how the ancient greeks might have perceived certain emotion#and LIKE idk that's so cool I think#anyways#university#ancient greek#classical studies#classics major
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The evil slow creep of it being like "haha these will just be quick little side quests, not much effort at all!" and then noticing each one is getting progressively longer than the last, thus no longer being minimal effort.. auGh....
#The jump of 76 for the first one to 275 for the most recent ghghjb#what can I say.. I am.. The Elaborator.. The Detail Giver..#number six will HAVE to be shorter....!!!!!! !!!!#I fear it's going to look this way but opposite with some of the main character quests. The first character I ever worked on. like their#first quest I added wayy to much information and detail and side options and etc.#Once I got done with all their stuff I was like.... if they're all like this I will NEVER finish.. So then I tried to be very short about#it all. EVERY single interaction cannot have 10 branching dialogue and 5 different endings and blah blah blah.. as much as I wish it could.#Hiring a butler to stand over me all day shouting ''NARROW the scope!!!! REDUCE the options!!! CUT the dialogue!!!'' whilst I sob#and hit backspace on everything once every five minutes#But that means probably the first character I worked on will be very obvious because their quests might have a different#feel than the others and be longer.. I just CAN'T make ALL of them that long. but maybe I could choose one..#Like out of the four characters that will have full quests for them upon release.. maybe I can add another one thats long so at least#TWO of them have weirdly long quests and the one first character doesnt seem so singled out lol#I hear this happens in real life professional games as well (like people complaining that X character doesnt have as much#content in an RPG as some other one does. etc.) so.. perhaps my fears about everyting not being exactlyliterally equal#are not even that worrisome or something that's a major factor. Still lol#It's not really that concerning to me anyways from a 'how will people react to it' perspective (very niche game. hardly anyone#will play it i'd assume. its not like thousands of people shall desscend upon me to criticize even if something was weird like that.#it'd be like. out of the 25 people who ever play it. maybe one of them is like 'yeah it was kinda weird that thosequests were so much#longer than the others. but idk' and that's the extent lol). My concern is more like.. Writing time..#the more I add. the longer it takes for me to finish. So if I keep ednlessly making things forever longer and longer. then it becomes The#Forever Project. which it kind of already is. considering I started it in 2018 and then forgot about it for the most part of 5 years and am#only resuming it now LOL.. I cannot bear to add MORE forever onto that which already is quite Forever-ish#If I wrote everything the ideal way I wish it were then I would either need a full team of writers. or I would finish the game in 2085#so.. alas.. cut cut snip snip..#ANYWAY lol
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barton literally finding any excuse to be physically close to those who are, like, in his tight inner circle whenever he feels like he just cannot cope with things going on inside of his head or even on the outside by like... laying his head in his head in their lap / on their shoulder or something similar as they're hanging out. and whenever they're understandably confused by this, because this is the first time he's ever done anything like this, things only seem to get progressively more bewildering and maybe a little bit sad from there. and this is because he's just like ' hey, so i know this might be kind of a weird request, but don't judge me please. i'm just sooo tired of everything, so can you like... stroke my hair or something? '
and depending on whether they actually do it or not, i could imagine barton and this friend of his sort of forming this mutual understanding ( that's probably a mix of nonverbal and verbal ) that whenever he's feeling particularly bad or twisted up inside, he can come to them and just. curl up with them on the couch or something, like JSJSJ barton is honestly sooo confusing sometimes, y'all, because he'll actively seek out comfort from people he trusts in such a vulnerable human way but then he will turn around and kill someone in the most heinous way imaginable the next moment. like i'm currently going feral over this rn because WHATTT HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK but also... OUCH??? i'm not sure how to feel about this if i'm being honest because it definitely demonstrates that barton does genuinely feel thing's despite what some people might think but he's also a terrible person so
#OF MONSTERS AND MEN: musings.#JSJSJS I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE JUST CREATED Y'ALL BUT I AM BOTH KIND-#OF SADDENED BY IT AND ALSO LIKE ' HMM BUT? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS ONE MOMENT BUT THEN...?? LITERALLY DO SOMETHING EXTREMELY-#FOUL THE NEXT LIKE??? something ain't adding up here ' ☠️ JSJSJ i honestly think it might be the fact that barton is mentally deranged that#he is so confusing for even me the writer of him to figure out. like have y'all even felt like your characters hace had a mind of their own#before??? because i've definitely felt that way with barton before despite the facts. istg he is just like a cake-#INSIDE of a cake whenever it comes to how layered his psyche is. i mean i would definitely agree with the statement-#that wesley his bio father did NOT meet his mental or emotional needs as a child and that may have something-#to do with why he has moments like these? where he just feels like he can't help but be vulnerable-#around the people he trusts because that has affected him more than he probably thinks and made him prone-#to KIND OF clinging onto friends / family whenever thing's get really bad for him mentally and just wanting to be given some sort of-#comforting touch by them like a hug or like them stroking his hair as i wrote in this paragraph here?? idk BUT#he is one perplexing guy i'll tell you guys that much jsjsj
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Freshly extracted from the files, a local menace ♥
#sham's art#loki kh#kh loki#unreality#here comes the boyyyyy#in all honesty i love how he came out#def kinda rough for a style study however he is still very good#he's so vibrant which is so fun to me#anyway onto me making a lugh sprite lol#khdr#*tosses him out into the void* have fun kiddies#idk how to make a sprite that's animateable so if you find a use for him somehow i commend your efforts-#and now! i conk out#edit: i fixed his lazy eye and added some shading to an empty spot on his bangs#spinning him around in my brain like a microwave burrito#the 'i can make him worse' to thor's 'i can fix him' sort of vibe#might doodle him more later idk#style emulation#kh oc#kingdom hearts oc#khdr oc#loki#kingdom hearts
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au where for one reason or another, danny wasn't there to save jonathan from drowning when he was five. george obviously gets as many people as possible to search for as long as they can but they never find the body. seven years later dio gets taken in by george like canon. one night he sneaks out just to sit by the river behind the joestar mansion when he notices something in the river staring at him (hint: its jonathan)
#jjba#child death mention#idk jic#sorry like every au idea i have is fucked up and weird in some way! i dont know whats wrong with me#anyway im a really big fan of the “came back wrong”/“became something else” trope can you tell#is he malicious and jealous of dio? is he lonely and just wants someone to talk to? i dont know but hes Weird#i like this idea i might do more with it. also other people feel free to as well idc i enjoy sharing ideas n stuff#if i didnt want people adding onto my ideas i wouldnt post them publicly you know. anyway
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Gotta love when your life slowly but surely becomes more like a fanfiction (I have gained the fake dating trope. probably not gonna turn into real dating but it still counts)
Can I get an update when it inevitably does turn into real dating? /j
#i have never read a fic where the fake dating did not turn into real dating#WAIT there was one where they got fake married but the actual marriage was a different pair. but i dont remember the outcome#ive really gotta start reading fics again. however i have recently added ''make a pixelmon world'' onto my to-do list in front of that#and ''reread the batim book and finish reading storm bite'' after the pixelmon task#. might actually move the batim book to the front of the list and storm bite to the end. cause storm bite is long.#and the batim one was what taught me a lot about translating visual art into written words so i'd like to reread that soon#but i told echos to read it. so i might wait until he does that before i reread it. if he actually plans on reading it at all.#idk he said he would but then he immediately put it back on my bookshelf instead of taking it to his? so thats a bad start.#i can relate tho. i havent been in a reading mood all summer either. or maybe echos just wants to finish that 300ish chapter fic they're on
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I do love Sam but sometimes it can be a little uncomfortable how often he plays the part of the money driven one or things to that effect…and to be clear this is coming from my perspective as a jewish person. I don’t mean this to dictate how other jewish people can/cannot act but it breaks my heart a little that the only jewish member of the cast is the one to play the greedy banker (as cute as the twitch ad was otherwise) or simp for sponsors
#critical role#antisemetism tw#i get why sam does the ads! he’s very creative and clearly gets joy out of it and i don’t fault him that#i might just be a little oversensitive to how jewish people are depicted in media#and maybe its unfair to project that onto real people#idk i just felt uncomfortable when sam showed up in the new twitch ad
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they should put mi healey on gen q. it wouldn’t make the show any better but at least i’d get to look at her
Now you might be onto something 🫣🥵🥵 Quite frankly there’s a lot I would do to see her kissing ladies on my screen again. I’ll watch 10 seasons of this god awful show if they add her to the cast rn
#I don’t know who she’d be making out with cuz it feels like everyone is too old for her minus Angie who feels too young for her#maybe if they idk also added Erana James to the lineup and they could play girlfriends again just like Mia wanted then we might be onto sumn#ask#Mia healey#the l word#the l word gen q
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youtube search function is actively shit and i hate the fact that i have to find ways around it to alleviate the problem but never fully solve it
Anyway, for those who totally don't want to find ways to fix their Youtube search results:
Disclaimer: BE CAREFUL. As always, think about whether or not you want to trust these.
uBlock Origin is your friend. Not just to block ads, but also to fix stuff for search results.
this reddit thread and this one too have lists of filters that you can use to remove sections of Youtube search, like "People also watched"
Firefox browser also has a bunch of extensions to remove Youtube shorts from your feed, if you don't like those. Up to your discretion to see which extension to trust and use to make sure it works for you. uBlock also has YT shorts filters if you don't want to add an extension.
Youtube Search Fixer for Firefox is one of them.
For those who don't want to use an extension or uBlock filters, a method I have tried is by using the search operators on youtube itself.
A common one is to add "before:2025" at the end of your search. Use a year later than current. (ex: lemon bar recipes before:2025)
You can also add your search under "" to make sure it specifically checks for those words. (ex: "music video")
Here's a list.
Speaking of search operators, while I think search browsers are kinda fucked now too, you can try searching for youtube videos outside of youtube:
just add "site:youtube.com" after your search. you can also do the "before:2025" if you want (ex: [title] book review site:youtube.com)
The "site:" search operator is helpful for searching places like reddit, twitter and even tumblr as well.
That's mainly the ones I can think about for now. If anyone has more resources, feel free to share. Again, this doesn't really fix the problem... more of just alleviating the issues.
#google is also shit. the google play store's search is sooooo bad active trash#most socmed search functions are actually garbage#tumblr? duh. everyone knows its bad#twitter? trash. why tf is it hard to find old tweets?#it's also hard to find tweets on a specific topic unless they type it out on the tweet itself (hence why lurking imo is shit on twt)#reddit? lmao they try but it's honestly more convenient to just search reddit posts through a browser#facebook? it's such a mess of a timeline and sponsors and shit#idk bout instagram or tiktok i never use them#but i just. actively hate how search functions are getting fucked up in favor of algorithms#i dont care about “you might like!” or “other ppl also searched” or what's trending!!!! give me the specific answers i want#the fact that sponsored pages come up first on google search nowadays than fucking wikipedia is insane#and also! gen-ai is NOT a search engine!!!!#generative ai works by essentially filling in the blanks based on frequencies in the database they have#thats how you get fucked up answers bc it's just stringing together words that is in their data#even if it's wrong!#its not even close to a proper substitute for search engines because it's a completely different function!#search engines like google LOOK through what exists and gives you that. it hands you websites that has what you're searching for#THATS WHAT I WANT#adding so much unnecessary fluff and algorithm onto search results makes it so unusable#anyway hopefully this helps#i typed all of this out while doing other stuff so sorry if it's messy
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the other thing i realized was like... so i ended up talking about taking up space and stuff and blah blah personal stuff, but it also led me to realizing a metaphor
the metaphor being like... imagine a person on public transit, and theyre taking up an entire row of seats on a busy day during a busy hour, and they refuse to move
everyone is trying to tell them 'we have a right to be here and sit there too, can you please make space for us so that we can also sit on those seats, you only need one'
and this person taking up these seats is throwing an absolute tantrum of it. these seats are theirs and how dare you try and take space away from them, are you trying to kick them out of this place they also have a right to be as well?
and its like... no, dude, youre just taking up so much space for no reason other than because you can, and other people have just as much of a right to be there too, and youre not being punished just because you have to let other people sit there too
and anyway it was just a quick thought so maybe it could be expanded on or changed or whatever but if it wasnt obvious the people trying to get a seat are minorities. like, we have every right to live this life just as much as anyone else, and we just want to make space for ourselves that we shouldve had in the first place, but were taken from us for no good reason and people are acting like thats trying to erase them and yeah.
#my post#this was the serious realization lol#theres certain things that are kinda inherent to life that i think people dont talk about as much because they open so many conversations#that people just dont want to have or people just dont even think of this stuff#like how i was watching a video a few weeks back about good and bad writing (it was probably about harry potter) and the person in the vid#quoted another writer that they say is better (and prob is. im just unfamiliar with their work) and how theyve said how something they#always keep in mind is the power dynamics in any scene. people tend to have power over others that arent even considered#but it kinda means everything when you think about it#and the other thing is people taking space which i feel like is sorta related to power dynamics in a way that might make sense lol#so many people are told and made to not take up as much space as possible. make yourself small for whatever reasons#and idk lol obv its on my mind but im gonna stop adding onto it for now
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thought i deleted my redbubble but today i got an email saying i made my first sale. i made 30¢ 😌 take that jeff bezos!
#it gave me a burst of inspiration so i uploaded a new design#and added the link back onto my pinned post#i also unprivated a few of my designs#might post another one later tonight idk#self
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Im happy i got to share a lil about my durge/durgetash i dunno how many arts of her and gortash i have left in me but its been fun for the little my brain could hold on to them :')
#my interest moves in phases and i always feel insecure about that cause i wish i could hold onto the hyper fixation just a lil while longer#it might come back but normally i move onto what has pulled me into that direction#no love lost just adding to it if that makes sense#idk why im even talking about this i just feel bad ig 😭
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hi, ok i have another idea for a fic which again totally up to you to write!! but i had an idea with dad!james and r where their kid is like equally obsessed with their mum as james is with r and one day james decides to prank their kid by saying something bad about the r while their kid is present and the baby just goes off. i feel like you would do an amazing job with this! feel free to ignore too. have a perfectly splendid day!!
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"the baby just goes off" painted a hilarious picture of an infant yelling at his dad in my mind lmao. ty for the request this warmed my heart to write + special thanks to @moonpascal for chatting a little about kids, gave me the reassurance & inspiration i needed
𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜
⟢ dad!james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 1.1k ⟢ warnings/tags: fluff, dad/husband!james, mom/wife!reader, no use of y/n, no name for the son, idk how to write a child's dialogue tbh son's supposed to sound 4 years old
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James gladly goes out of his way to mention to anyone who will listen that his little one is unmistakably a Mummy's boy. From family to friends to the poor souls who bag his groceries, James will talk the ear off of anyone he can.
He finds it to be the most endearing thing in the world— the way that your son is as obsessed with you as James is. Always staying close and clinging to you, touching affection radiating from every hug and smile.
Today, as he watches his son run back and forth across the carpet, handing his mother block after block just to see her face light up after each gift, his awe and admiration are insurmountable.
Last night, James surprised you with a pair of earrings that you have been wishing for. When your face lit up upon receiving the little leatherette box, so did your son's. He didn't quite understand why you were so excited about some cube, but since then he's been trying to replicate your excitement with presents of his own.
"Oh my! Another one! Thank you, buddy," you beam, you're gratefulness and delight unwavering as he hands you the sixth block.
Your son giggles, bouncing in his spot as you inspect each side of the little wooden toy, telling him how much you adore the blue penguin painted on one of its faces.
That's another thing that touches James' heart: the tender nurture and care that you bestow upon your son with such unwavering devotion and warmth. It has James convinced that you must be the best mum in the entire world.
He might just melt at the sight of you now, kneeling happily in front of a growing pile of blocks as your son scurries back and forth, adding to your collection. James sits cross-legged to your right, resting his elbow on his knee and laying his head in his hand, watching the two he loves most in the world with hearts in his eyes.
You gasp, as if surprised when handed block number seven. "Oh, this is my favorite one yet. How did you know I love zebras?" you ask, your thumb tracing over the red acrylic paint on the side of the block.
By the time you have twelve, nearly half of his collection, you say, "I have a lot of blocks here, buddy, do you want to give some to Daddy?"
"No!" your son protests immediately, running off to his toy box for the thirteenth time.
You and James both chuckle, exchanging amused glances. Finding your son's reaction hilarious, James’s mischievous side has him dreaming up new ways to push his buttons. Your son thinks the world of you, and James is curious to see what the little guy will do if he claims otherwise.
"Well, what am I gonna do with all of this? Should I..."
You leave your son in suspense for a moment, and his hands hover over his toy box as looks at you, hanging onto your every word in anticipation.
"...build a castle!?"
“Yeah!” your son cheers, scooping three more blocks into his arms, thrilled to supply the bricks for your castle.
James nudges you, a sign of his upcoming playfulness. “You sure about that, bud? Mummy is absolutely rotten at building castles.”
Halfway across the carpet, your son stops in his tracks, glaring at his father as he tries to keep his blocks from falling out of his arms.
Stifling a laugh, you press your fingertips to your lips. By now, you’re used to James’ bursts of mischief, and you’re more than happy to sit back and let them play out. Unless you’re an active participant, of course.
You muster up a scandalized gasp as he reaches for your mountain of presents, claiming three blocks in one hand.
“No!” your little one complains, rushing to drop his three in your lap to replace the ones that James stole, “those are Mummy’s!”
“You sure Mummy deserves all these blocks?” James asks, starting to stack them into a tower, “You watch, I’ll build a castle that’ll make her’s look like rubbish.”
Your son hastily makes his way over to his dad, both arms extended as he collides with the tower and sends the blocks flying. "Stop it," he says as he scoops up the nearest block and runs it back over to you, shouting, "Mummy's castles are the best!"
He climbs into your lap, clutching onto the toy tightly as one of your arms wraps around him, and you feel your heart start to melt as you rub soothing circles into his back. You look over your son's head, your eyes sparkling with affection as you meet your husband's tender gaze.
Not having the heart to mess with him for very long, James concedes, "You're right, I'm not being very nice, am I?"
"Nuh-uh!" your son replies, shaking his head with exaggeratedly vigor, the curls he gets from his dad bouncing about.
"What can I do to make it up to her?" James asks, turning the ordeal into a subtle lesson as he dramatically feigns sorrow and despair over his actions.
"'Pologize," your son commands, his head swiveling to look at James expectantly over his shoulder.
James puts on his most sheepish, apologetic smile, looking from his son to you. "I'm very sorry. He's right, your castles are the best. Can you forgive me, love?"
"Aw, of course I forgive you," you say warmly, your amusement manifesting as a wide smile. You lean back so you can get a good view of your son's face when you tell him, "You know, I bet what Daddy really wants is to build a castle with us. I love your presents, bud, but we don't want to leave Daddy out do we?"
He looks down at the block in his little hand. "No," he replies shyly.
"So why don't you ask him to build a castle with us?" You give him a pat on the back before releasing him from your arms. "Go on," you coax.
He steps closer to James, holding the block close to his chest. "We can all build a castle," he offers.
"Yeah?" James' face lights up, and it's not for show. Genuine joy takes over his features as he ruffles your son's hair, responding, "I'd love nothing more, little man."
"But you have to be nice to Mummy!" he demands, his little voice firm and earnest as he looks up at James with wide, serious eyes.
"I promise, I will be on my best behavior," James assures him, his voice sincere as he gives a playful salute. That's enough for your son, because he finally awards James with his very first block, which he accepts with pride.
"Good!" your son cheers, already moving on to the pile of blocks to start stacking them as he proclaims, "Mummy is the best, and we have to show it!"
Your lips part as you suck in a breath, a quiet gasp. Receiving your son's affection never fails to make your heart swell.
You don't feel James' eyes on you, but he's watching— admiring, more like, as he takes in the way that you soften at your son's sweet words. A smitten smile plays at his lips as he agrees, "She is the best, isn't she?"
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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐒 satosugu x m!reader — 2.3k words, not proofread, minors do not interact
TO NOTE: 3some, reader deepthroats geto, ass eating (idk what this called lol), fingering, penetration lol, mentions of a toxic ex, gojo and geto might come off as kind of manipulative-ish (barely), orgasm denial (once)
KAI SAYS: hi again....
“Oh, darlin’, your ex finally dump you?”
“Yeah…”
“Ok, we’ll be there in a few, ‘kay? I’ll pass the phone to Suguru now.”
You sniffled, nodding your head absentmindedly despite the fact that you knew neither Gojo nor Geto could see the motion. It didn’t matter though. What did matter was that they cared. More than your ex — who just dumped you for some random chick — did.
“Hey,” you heard Geto’s voice on the other side of the phone. “I’m sorry. Me an’ Gojo’ll hit up the store to buy your favourite, we’ll be there in a bit.” You could hear Gojo in the background, complaining, and it made you giggle softly.
“Thanks,” you whispered, “don’t take too long though. I want to see you two.”
You could hear the shuffling on the other end as Gojo presumably snatched the phone from Geto. “Yeah, I bet you do,” He said almost jokingly. “We do wanna see you too though so we won’t keep you waiting for too long.”
“Promise?” You whispered softly.
“Promise,” Gojo responded.
You grinned for the first time in a while. Gojo and Geto — your best friends — you could always rely on them to cheer you up, somehow. They were everything you needed. Kind, funny, successful, handsome, they were everything, and they meant everything to you.
The three of you met in high school, and now the three of you are in college. Together. Your eyes were always drawn to whichever one of them you’d see in the halls passing by and you craved their attention whenever you were with them. And, a lot of the time, they gave you what you craved, constantly showering you with gifts and taking you out.
It was… amazing. Gojo and Geto were amazing.
Your ex managed to get between that, unfortunately. But, now that your ex was gone, you hoped they’d still treat you like they did before. With love, and laughter, and with tender and caring touches… You missed them, really.
You smiled softly, collapsing against the plush of your bed that was now dirtied with crumpled tissues from your crying. As you stared at the roof in thought, the familiar sound of the door unlocking and opening reached you. Gojo and Geto were the only ones you’d ever given keys to your apartment to, meaning it was them.
You sat up brightly, greeted by the slam of your bedroom door slamming open. Gojo stepped in first, smiling wide as ever, and then Geto followed soon after, his hair not even pulled up into his usual bun.
“You guys actually came…” You whispered, almost choking on unshed tears.
“I promised, didn’t I?” Gojo grinned at you, dropping the plastic bag filled with groceries by the door as he leapt onto the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“We couldn’t just leave you…” Geto added, moving to sit beside you. His hand found yours, intertwining your fingers together. He gave you a gentle smile and you felt your chest go warm.
“I… I really appreciate this,” You said softly, eyes slowly shifting between the two of them. “Y-You’re the only ones that didn’t leave,” You continued bitterly, still sad and angered about your ex.
“Oh darling,” Geto sighed, tilting you to lean against his chest with Gojo still pressed against yours. “We would never.”
Gojo nodded his head. “In fact, I — we are tired of pretending we don’t—” Geto’s curled fist met the top of Gojo’s head swiftly. Gojo winced. “Geto.” He whisper-yelled. “I thought we would—”
“I said we wouldn’t, remember?” Geto whisper-yelled back, though you were confused as to why they wouldn’t just speak to each other since you could hear them anyway.
Gojo groaned, an arm leaving your waist only to be thrown up in defeat. “What I was trying to say,” he glared at Geto, “was that we’re done lying that we don’t like you.” Gojo’s grip on you tightened and so did Geto’s hand on yours. “You keep datin’ all these shitty guys — no offence — but me and Geto think…” he looked over at Geto, “that we could treat you much better, doncha think?”
Geto nodded his head while you went into a state of… shock? You knew you felt something for the two, but you never considered yourself attracted to them like that. “I— I don’t know guys…” You whispered. “I do love you, but I don’t know if it’s like that.”
“Well then, there’s only one way to test that now,” Geto said, his lips pulling into a grin.
“And that is…?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“We—” Geto started.
“We fuck, of course!” Gojo interrupted, his grin even wider now.
Your jaw dropped. They wanted to fuck — have sex, of all things — to see if you liked them back. “W-Wha…?” You mumbled, at a loss for words. “Is that really what you— what we should do…?”
“Well…” Gojo drawled. “Maybeee we might just want to fuck you but—”
“Don’t say that!” Geto grumbled, smacking Gojo’s head again.
“Ow! Ow! Fine,” Gojo grumbled, finally relenting. “Look, ok, we really like you. Me and Geto — we've liked you for years, ok?”
Geto nodded. “We would never want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable or anything like that, so if you don’t want to, we don’t have to.” He smiled softly at you, bringing a hand to trace your cheek.
“I…” You said hesitantly. “I do think I feel something for the two of you, but god you guys, I’m scared. If I do like you back, what’s to say you won’t leave me like my ex did.”
Gojo heaved a sigh, pressing his face into your neck. “We would never,” He whispered softly.
“And if we did, you can just get Toji to beat our ass again,” Geto mumbled. You knew he hated Toji so to see that he was joking about the older man… Well, it had to mean something.
“Ok.” You said, steeling your nerves, and slightly surprised at yourself for how little convincing it took for Gojo and Geto to convince you. “Ok, let’s do this then, I guess.”
You could see Gojo pull off you with a wide grin. “Oh, you’re not regretting this, trust me.” And then you’re flipped over, lying on your belly with your face flat on the mattress. You felt your legs get lifted, your hands scrambling for purchase to find balance — and eventually landing on Geto’s thighs as you looked up at the black-haired man.
Eventually, Gojo positioned you with your knees bent and your ass up in the air while Geto just smiled down at you. “Ah, you’re so cute like this, you know?” He whispered in a soothing voice. His hand threaded through your hair before lifting your head by the strands and forcing your arms to prop yourself up for balance.
“He was always cute, Suguru,” Gojo said and you could hear the smirk in his voice. You felt his lithe fingers trace the edge of your shorts before yanking them down, an audible tear filling the room.
“Gojo!” You scolded, half embarrassed and half turned on. Your hands quickly darted back in a desperate attempt to save yourself some dignity because of course today was the day you decided to go commando — no boxers yay! — and of course, you somehow ended up with Gojo having a full view of your ass. “....Don’t look.” You muttered, hands covering your hole. You ended up face-first in Geto’s crotch after moving your arms out from under you and you could feel his boner against your cheek.
“Baby, I’m gonna be doing a lot more than just looking,“ Gojo grinned. He moved, his hands grabbing at yours and prying them away easily. You gave up on keeping some decency with a pathetic sound — which made Geto’s cock twitch against your face.
Gojo’s warm breath fanned over your ass and before you could even process it he was licking a wet stripe against your hole, forcing a muffled sound from your lips.
“Don’t do that,” Geto groaned softly and you looked up at him with wide, confused eyes. Do what??
“Fuck it…” He grumbled, his hand fishing through his pants to pull out his cock. You blinked. Ah shit, he was big. “Come on darling…” He murmured, his voice back to his sugary sweet and soft tone. “Suck, darling.” He requested. You watched in awe as he fisted himself a few times before tapping his leaky and flushed tip against your lips.
Hesitantly, you wrapped your lips around Geto’s tip, sucking softly. At the same time, Gojo’s tongue pushed past your rim, a finger of his following soon after. Shit. You moaned instantly around Geto’s shaft, your arms fumbling under you once more and you fell, forcing your throat to constrict around Geto’s whole length with your nose now pressed against his pubes.
“Fuck…” He whispered softly. “You’re really good at this…” His hand went through your hair as he slowly lifted your head, your tongue forced to drag along his underside, tracing a vein, before he abruptly thrust his hips up. Geto’s tip knocked against the back of your throat while Gojo’s finger curled right against your prostate, forcing a wet, muffled cry from your lips.
Your cock twitched pathetically, hanging uselessly between your legs and weeping copious amounts of pre all over the bed. “Please,” you tried to say.
Gojo curled his finger again and again, rhythmically thrusting his tongue in and out of your hole. Geto, on the other hand, just kept you in the same spot, lips wrapped around the base of his cock as you stared up at him pleadingly.
You needed more of it. More of anything. More of Geto fucking your mouth, more of Gojo’s tongue — it didn’t matter.
Gojo’s fingers continued to curl inside you, hitting your prostate over and over until you were practically seeing stars, eyes rolling back as Geto occasionally thrust up and into your mouth. Your hips rocked against Gojo’s tongue, desperately chasing your climax. You were close, so, so, so close.
And hell, Gojo could tell you were close. He sped up his ministrations, forcing your toes to curl and your body to twitch and shake. Wanton moans and cries left your lips — all muffled by Geto’s thick length.
You felt your tummy tighten as your hips pushed back — as far as possible — desperately chasing your orgasm. You were so close! And then, Gojo pulled away, his mouth pulling off and his fingers sliding out of your hole.
“Why?” You cried, almost delirious as Geto pulled your wet lips off his dick. “I- I was so close!”
“Tell us, then, if you want it so bad,” Geto whispered, his hand wiping the drool off your lips. “Do you love us?”
“I do!” You sobbed, leaning desperately into his hand. “I do, I do, I swear!”
“Promise?” Gojo questioned from behind you.
“I promise, I promise!”
“Good.” He didn’t even give you a second to breathe because in the next second his tip was lined up with your desperate hole and he was thrusting his dick into you. You sobbed in relief, only for half of it to get caught when Geto’s dick once again pushed into your mouth.
Gojo’s thrusts were brutal, the pace was much too fast and much too harsh but god you didn’t care because it felt so good when his tip knocked against that one spot inside you and when Geto’s shaft would stretch your lips so nice and wide when he started to match his pace with Gojo’s. Geto grabbed your hair, lifting your head for better access as his thrusts started to become faster and faster.
The only sound left in the room was your muffled cries and the wet sound of skin meeting skin in a desperate chase for relief. Your hands managed to land on Geto’s thighs, curling and scratching through the fabric of his pants.
“You close darling?” Geto grunted from above you, his hand curling even tighter in your hair, Yes, you were close again and you wanted to cum so badly it almost hurt.
Your eyes squeezed shut as your toes curled. You clenched around Gojo’s dick, your moans getting louder and hoarser around Geto’s. “F-Fuck…” Gojo stuttered and Geto groaned in front of you. “You’re fuckin’ good at this, you know right?”
You didn’t have the energy to respond, merely letting your back drop into an arch as your hand reached down to tug at your cock.
“Ah-ah-ah!” Gojo taunted, slapping your hand away. “No touching. You’re only gonna cum ‘cause of our cocks. Ain’t that right, Suguru?”
“Correct,” Geto grunted, thrusting his hips again and again. He stopped for a moment, before spitting right onto where your lips were wrapped around his shaft, a wide grin on his face as he started his pace again.
“Damn, you’re dirty, aren’t ya?” Gojo questioned. He spread your cheeks, following Geto’s example and spitting right on your hole where his dick disappeared into as he thrust quickly. That was the last straw for you.
With a muffled sob, your body twisted and shuddered as you came, shooting thick ropes all over the bed under you. Your body was still convulsing when Gojo and Geto came shortly after. Geto’s hand pushed you all the way down onto his dick, holding you in place as you felt his warm seed coat your mouth while Gojo thrust until he was buried to the hilt before he came, flooding your insides.
“That was good, wasn’t it?” Gojo cooed, pulling out slowly and settling beside you and Geto.
“I-It was…” You muttered, voice still hoarse.
“Good,” Geto whispered, helping you sit up between them.
You smiled almost bashfully, grinning at the two. “I do… love you guys, you know?” You said.
They both smiled at you, Geto kissing your right cheek and Gojo your left.
“We know.”
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Um. Hello people being nice and having cool opinions in tags (which i have read abt 12 times each):
^^ right-agent
^^ neurotonic (uno reverse)
Junicrane/Starstruck Ramble
I will not be brief, all under the cut
To clear some things right off the bat:
No corpse, no proof with Juniper. Obligatory this is set in a canon where he's alive and adjacent to the agency in some way.
Reggie & Juniper are just gay to me, but I don't mind any interpretation of their sexuality
The games are set in 1967/68 to me (based on a couple bits in game) which is before it was legal to be gay in America at least (1971), which is relevant to how I interpret canon as being somewhat grounded in reality, despite unrealistic elements.
This is just an insane amount of headcanons/elements of and AU all culminated into one post. I will talk about some headcanons like they're just facts because they are established in my head, and it saves me over explaining literally everything, however I will explain some parts a little bit for clarity.
Alright. Actual beginning of the ramble:
Juniper is a character to me who had gotten so lost in his job as an actor and a social presence that in the end his whole life revolved around that 'role'. Because of this, by the time he's put into the situation where he's around the Agency, he basically knows nothing about himself, though he doesn't realise at first. Furthermore, what little identity he had has changed in so many ways. He's no longer a beloved famous actor in the prominence of public light, he's legally dead and he tarnished his career just before he was supposed to die, with the bonus of that making him lose the majority of his estate. From that, he also has horrific facial scarring from the electrical burns from literally having his face fried. I believe a friend of mine made a post about this a while ago (I also think they were the first to think it up also), but, to me, Juniper has a permanent trimmer in his right arm (aka his dominant hand) from the electrical current and it is messing with his nervous system.
All in all, he's not doing great, but he's too proud to admit that he's not doing great, because if anything, what's left of his ego is all he has as a defense since he's deep in unfamiliar water.
Before ending up around the agency (I have multiple interpretations of this, so I'm just going to bring it up generally), he'd never actually seen Reggie, and his only impression of him is a single voicemail, which was his only reference he had to later impersonate him. Juniper probably has very little feelings other than the ones he projects onto him because of Phoenix and that, at the very least, he's physically attracted to Reggie to some degree (that's like the beginning of how everything else would tumble into place in this sort of interpretation at least).
And on Crane's side? His feelings towards Juniper are probably very intense and muddled. On the one hand, he adores musical theatre, and that's his now ex-favourite actor. The thought of just casually being around him blows the bit of fanboy in him away at first because THAT'S the GUY, plus the inklings of a celebrity crush which still poke at him. And then there's the rational side of him, which knows Juniper has committed absolute atrocities on the side of Zoraxis, and hates him for that. Then there's how much Juniper comes off as an asshole at first because he refuses to cooperate with anything the Agency tried to put in place. He finds Juniper endlessly frustrating, and yet he's stuck working with him since, afterall, he's the one who knows the Agency's history with Juniper the best. I imagine him acting a lot like how he does IEYTD 1 around Juniper.
At this point, I'm just describing the pitch for a romcom.
I think the start of their relationship with one another largely started with Juniper trying to wind Crane up. It was a way of getting his attention, and I don't think Juniper knows why he's so dead set on that at first, because I don't think he realises he has a crush on 'this grump' at first. (I think that's actually the fun part about these two, because it's almost like a role reversal of the celebrity crush dynamic. This ex-big name actor has a TERRIBLE crush on an average joe and it is KILLING HIM.) But of course the Agency keeps them together because Juniper is at least conversing with Crane, so it's a start.
Through one way or another, they actually get talking casually, at least mildly at first. It takes Juniper a long time to fully deconstruct the wall he's built, and the thing is, Crane isn't the one trying to deconstruct it, at least at first, because yeah, Juniper realises if he wants Reggie to actually like him in any way, he can't keep winding him up. So they talk. Small talk at first, something rhythmic and almost easy to keep to a script. And over time that turns into actual conversations. Genuine ones in which Reggie rips out the occasional one of his jokes which Juniper is endlessly endeared about. The way he smiles just before he makes them, like he wants to chuckle at what he's about to say before he says it. That's probably when Juniper realised that he does have some vague crush on him, and that it wasn't going away.
This is what kickstarts John I can't-buy-you-things-to-impress-you-so-acts-of-service-it-is Juniper to do little things for him. It mostly starts off as him trying to make Reggie his tea how he likes it. However, the nerve damage in his arm makes that hard, as the weight of the kettle and trying to pour is hard all of a sudden. And he refuses to accept that, so he tries for a very long while. Long enough that Crane would go to investigate what was going on. And when he does see Juniper leaning over a cup with the kettle as he uneasily tries to pour it, and when Crane asks Juniper responds so matter-of-fact that his intention is nothing but genuine. And it catches Reggie off guard because Juniper hadn't done anything like that up to that point, and his very apparent vulnerability is so clearly on show.
It shifts something between them.
From that point on, conversations are longer, more familiar. Both of their attitudes soften, and Reggie makes more jokes. Juniper learns how to better use his left hand while strengthening his right back to a point where it could be used again. Slowly, they're both spending time with one another not because they have to, but just because they can. Little bits at first, not too far outside what they already were doing, but those little bits turned into long bits to a point where the other person's company was genuinely desirable.
As time passes, Juniper probably realises that he doesn't genuinely know much about himself or what hobbies he's into, because he never really had the time when he got big, and his home life in his youth wasn't bad, but it wasn't picturesque. I think Reggie would pick up on it, and absolutely try to introduce him to some things he's into. Some things stick, other things don't (corn husking very much stays Reggie's passion, and John will go with him sometimes because it's him, but it's not something he strongly cares for). Crane introduces him to a lot of music, and it's something that becomes a staple between them, with tracks they listen to more than others (tragically, I know relatively little about 60s music so I couldn't really say what). Occasionally they dance, never anything intense, think slow dancing, but the closeness is nice.
Through all of it, Juniper is battling the worst crush of his life, and he can't stand it, because I think he struggles to read people since he doesn't have anything like a script or a director to refer back to, so he has no idea if Reggie likes him back or if he's just desperate for that to be true. I think because of that any sort of confession between them would be incredibly raw, not only because of the time they live in making it hard for them to be truthful about how they love, but because it's a complete show of Juniper who's worked to be this better person. I don't exactly know how that would go, mainly because I don't have one set version of their dynamic, this post is just a generalisation of main consistent points.
Reggie does like him back, because he's gotten used to Juniper being just this guy, not a figure in the public eye, not a Zoraxis lackey, and not any sort of Agency operative (despite being under their care to some degree). He's someone he genuinely cares for, because they've given one another the time of day to learn one another, and I think because Reggie was a field agent, he was a lot better at reading Juniper than Juniper was at reading him. Eventually Juniper's company becomes something he could see around him for the rest of his life, and I think he accepts that he likes Juniper a lot more gracefully.
I think any affection directed at Juniper would at first be met with him feeling a little muddled. Reggie was a very physically affectionate person when he could be, and sure the initial flirting with one another came with the occasional little touches, but everything now was so deeply intentional. I also don't think Juniper would almost ever get over the novelty of being able to kiss him, or many other gestures, because it made the fact that they were together so very real, and it was great. I do think it comes easier to Reggie, and it's a big way of showing how much he cares, so it's important for Juniper to try and show it back because he knows how much it means to the other.
I like the idea of them eventually living with one another, too. I think Juniper would have always had a quiet little daydream of sorts where he does just live a domestic quiet life, and he can with Reggie (well, as close as they can get between the Agency and Zoraxis always being at odds), and he loves that, and he loves him, and it's immense.
I think they cook for one another a lot, it helps Juniper work on his dexterity in a controlled environment, which means a lot because it's a huge point of insecurity (that and his scars). He does improve, and Crane is proud of that and shows it and it's great. I also think they'd probably cook together too, because they can deal with being in the kitchen together and they work well with one another. It's probably a good way for them to unwind because over time they can do it in relative silence.
As I said before, I also think music is a staple in their household, and that Reggie listens to things on vinyl almost all of the time because he likes the background noise. Sometimes Juniper will catch him chuntering along to the music which he finds endlessly endearing. I wouldn't put it past his dramatic ass to also join in to fluster Reggie, but I also don't think Reggie would mind that terribly because Juniper has listened to the music enough to know the lyrics, and that's huge to him.
I don't think they are without rough patches, no relationship is, but I think the good part about them is that they're willing to talk about it (... eventually). They're used to long conversations, and while they're often less fun conversations, they're needed and they know that, and it works out.
Alright. I think I'm done for now. I haven't mentioned everything, but this definitely got the worst of it out of my system. If you ever want to hear any specific thoughts my ask box is open but other than that, behold my general dynamic for these two which has been festering in my head for years. I think they're great
#mainly added these for myself but you GUYS. YOU GUYS. TOO NICE TOO NICE AUGH#when i say I've probably read them.abt 12 times im.not joking. genuinely made me so choked up. AUGH.#this fandom is so lovely the peoplr bere are so lovely im going to weep openly in the town square#sigh. adding onto the bottom one a little only because of the handler ramble#i have a ton of headcanons abt his like time as a field agent so nyeah while in canon there's nothing....oh man i have so much to say#i think i posted the ramble onto uhhh one of vallient-valkirye's posts because it was an old infodump i had w/a friend and jt was relevent#and like....sigh. idk i might make it it's own post sometime but i cannot spend 2 qnd a half hours doing one again..not rn at least#OH also i didn't ping because i felt bad. abt it. idk i know some people don't like it and again fear of being fed to the hounds it's dumb#alas final thank you it's so do sweet of you guys to like. write all that. i cannot get over it ;-;
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