#Possible spoilers

[demigods-posts]

thinking of a scene idea in season three when the gang encounters aphrodite. and one of the experienced half-bloods like thalia or zoe or grover are explaining to bianca how aphrodite's physical form is unique for each person. beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that. and the camera just pans over to percy whose overhearing this conversation and staring at aphrodite. and its revealed that aphrodite has taken the form of annabeth in percy's eyes. confirmation for the audience and for percy that his feelings for annabeth are a little ways past friendship.

[dcxdpdabbles]

I love freelance inventor so much, Danny is the dad that stepped up.

Does Bruce know about Talia's assassination attempt ? Does he know Dany sent back bodies ?

Danny: I'm going to help this man raise his children, occasionally sleeping in the same bed while cuddling; I will call him whenever I get a chance and have my family treat him like a son-in-law. I would like to hold his hand, kiss his lips, and grow old together.....but like platonically. What do you mean this feeling is not platonic???

Bruce and his kids (minus Damian) do not know about Talia's assassination attempts. They think that Danny is a regular world-traveling civilian inventing random gadgets for fun because he's from a family that randomly invents gadgets for fun. The Fentons have been known to do that throughout five generations, and while not sticking wealthy, they do have a good-sized bank account. How else would they afford to pay for their portal's materials and power?

Meanwhile, Danny thinks that Bruce and his kids are just a regular, super-rich family he constantly thinks about. He believes the League of Assassins is a cult that is obsessed with immortality and death, which is why they are bothering him. They somehow found out about Phantom, which is his assumption. He killed in self-defense or in the defense of those around him whenever they attacked. Unlike Bruce he doesn't have a problem ending a life if it means keeping someone he values alive.

He is unaware it's one of Bruce's ex.

Damian is the only one who knows both sides but assumes no one is bringing it up out of politeness because he was raised with the idea that no one shared league secrets. He lives by the Oath.

[karihighman]

You remember when we danced at their wedding?

Of course.

aka: when 7x09 Chenford flashes back to 4x18 — their first dance at Jayla’s wedding

[queenendless]

○•°♡ GIFT ♡°•○

A/n: Dropped Phantom Parade all to play this game for my #1 man who is the reason being me playing a Hoyo game. Everything about him is too good to ignore. So forgive me for this writing dump.

~Also this is now an impromptu piece for his birthday today so happy birthday you beautiful man~

Pairing: Adult!Lighter Lorenz x F!Adult!Reader

CW: Kinda spoilers for the game, but basically fluff/intimacy with our dear Champ. My first time writing for Zenless and for Lighter so please go easy on me. I hope you enjoy.

“Hey there.”

Butterflies raced through you, nerves getting to you, as the sight of the Red Scarf Champion walked through the front door the moment you walked in from the parking lot, trolley filled with sealed boxes stuffed with new inventory.

“L – Lighter.” Your heart skipped a beat as his amused grin grew.

“Are the managers around?”

“No, they had to make an emergency run and won't be back for a while. Left me and Eous in charge in the meantime.” You avert your gaze, turning your back to him to focus on settling the weighty box at the top of the stack down on the floor, using your box cutters to pry it open, eyeing the newly obtained video tapes. A looming shadow enveloped you as a tape was presented right before you.

“In that case, here. I’m returning this video.”

“Thank you. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Actually, there is.” You gulped at how easy it was for him to take the second to last packaged box from the trolley and rested it on his bicep, literally flexing his strength for your eyes only. “If I asked you to go out with me, would you?”

Your brain screeched to a halt, winding back the reel tape, in the hopes of making sense of how you had gotten to this point.

The fact of the matter is, the past few weeks were spent readjusting to a new life in New Eridu on Sixth Street, bunking with the siblings, and working for them full time as compensation for all their aid, you had seen this man around Radio Play as long as you have been there.

Introducing you two to each other and explaining your situation, Wise and Belle exchanged knowing looks as Lighter offered his gloved hand for you to shake, your mesmerized gaze and smitten smile not going unnoticed.

And ever since then, every time he visited the store to either commission them or just to rent another tape, your nervous shy smile and waves resulted in his sole pupil peaking out over his shades twinkling intriguingly, lips curling, as he chuckled softly at your goofy self trying not to stare too much while nearly knocking into the store counter with packages still in your arms. Belle’s exasperated giggle filled the air as she tugged you in the staff room, Wise sheepishly apologizing on your behalf.

So how did all that come to this?

“Excuse me?”

The surprised look he gave had him clearing his throat, setting his box down, awkwardness showing through, featuring a new side of Lighter for your viewing pleasure. “Going out. D – Dating. With … me. Just you and me.”

“Uh … can I ask … what brought this on?”

“To be honest, being the Champion for the Sons of Calydon has always been my highest priority. It didn’t leave me much room for dating. But before, I never really thought much about it, believing that I had all I needed.” He fell so in tune with you, helping you unload and slide those tapes in the display racks, his shoulder brushing yours so slyly. “Despite the fans and admirers I’d gotten over time, I was never interested. Until recently, that is.”

The friction that came in, the air thick with such sexual tension, had you turning the corner to the other side of the display, stealing a glance at him, in between slotting in some tapes. “I see.”

He had on quite the bashful expression to get you going doki doki. That small red tint to his cheeks and him coughing into his gloved fist made you gush internally. “I am serious, though. I get that I can be stoic and intimidating. But just being around someone that’s as gentle and carefree as you kinda – no, really – lightens me up.” The sudden cringe got a laugh outta you, his lopsided grin got you blushing more. “Even your laugh is adorable. And that blush … I just can’t get enough of you.”

You got a tickle in your dry throat, ducking your head, remembering you still had his return tape in your grasp. A rom com. You then felt those leather bound fingers brushing yours holding said videotape. You flinched back at how close his face had gotten the moment you looked up.

“I can see I make you nervous. I don’t mean to … but I admit … it is kinda cute.” Pressing the videotape to your face to hide your flustered state was as futile as it was enjoyable to him. “And trying to hide your face just makes me wanna see it more.” His gentle yet firm prying, pulling the tape away and setting it aside, he grinned at spotting your pouting look. “I’m asking you, not as the Red Scarf Champion of the Sons of Calydon, but as Lighter … will you be my girl?”

The arrow did pierce your heart at his honest confession.

Oh, how can he be so cute and handsome all at once?!

The sudden tug on his red scarf by you pulled his face in, right into yours, as your timid chaste kiss met his lips. A few slow gestures had him curling against such sweet succulence.

“Yes.”

Your whispered consent got him going.

Such smooth swift movement swooped in like a blur, expected from a former boxer, as his arm draped snugly around your sides to make you spin at how easily you melted within his grasp. Your touch starved self never thought they’d ever be satiated, let alone by the very man you couldn’t help but fall for the day you met him in the flesh; his handsome, noble, honor bound self.

His gloved hand weaved through your hair, held the back of your head, pulled you gently closer, ready to make his own kiss go deeper. Your hum brought delight to his ears, sensually moving with your lips, to pull more pleased sounds out of you. Your hands trailed up his jacketed chest, careful when moving through the spiky details, brushing the nape of his neck, giving him goosebumps as your sneaky fingers gently but firmly massaging his skin.

“Keep turning me on like that … and I'll really never let you go.” His low purr surprised you as much as his seriousness did. “I mean it.” Your hand moved to cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing circles, as your other hand brushed through his dark teal bangs, velvety to the touch.

The deep hums he responded with by your actions had you smiling all dopey like. Your forbidden desire, your inner longing, seeped right into your core. “Then don’t.”

Your eyes dare peek open only to feel breathless by how that one lone green eye with scarlet encircling his pupil burned with such a primal longing; not unlike your own gaze.

In a moment, your back was flushed against the Staff Room door. His hands were on both sides of your head, keeping you caged, blocking the front door out of your sight.

Two firm pricks tugged on your bottom lip, carefully so as not to draw blood for his sake. The sight of his fangs brought shivers throughout you, his toothy grin bringing a beautiful blush out of you, licking your lips with enough persuasion to have you open up.

Running your hands along his back, your tongues danced together, sounds of wet lips smacking being heard had got Bangboo 18, 6 and Eous acting flustered as evidenced by their digital face screens, befuddled at how miraculously no one had entered the shop to see such the passionate public display.

Lost in the depths of intimate liplock for a while when puffs of heat were exchanged as you broke apart, taking in much needed air, his hazy eyes staring into yours with an added layer of tenderness.

“Getting light headed, are we?”

The cheesiness had you snort. “Quit it.”

His nose lightly brushed yours. “Thanks, by the way.”

Your petal soft peck to his cheek had his lips curling. “For saying yes?”

He nodded, his mouth whispering heatedly in your ear. “And on my birthday, no less.”

Your face glowed and your eyes swelled up all chibi like at this new revelation. “Aw, you could have told me that sooner, you know~!”

His eyes crinkled with mirth at your adorable self. “Well, now you know.”

The abrupt sound of the bell ringing followed by rough coughing had you two on edge as your faces turned to spot Wise raising a suspicious brow and Belle giggling quietly behind him as the siblings caught you red handed.

“We're lucky it's a slow day. Otherwise you two would be swarmed by Lighter’s fanbase. Especially if they saw your PDA.” Wise sighed with caution.

“Sorry we took so long. But Caesar and the others messaged us while we were out about the big news. Happy Birthday, Lighter!” Belle cheered.

“Thank you, manager.” He was able to keep a steady gaze, even as he pushed off the wall to give you some breathing room, but that did not keep him from your side.

“They also invited us to a party in Blazewood to celebrate~!” Belle was over the moon for it.

Lighter sighed, exasperated. “I told them they didn't have to throw me a party. But they insisted.”

“I guess we can close shop early today.” Wise spoke.

“ … Unless you two would rather be left alone right now~?” Belle teased.

Your head drooped in burning shame. “No, a trip would be fine, thank you very much.”

“This will also be your first time visiting the Outer Ring. If we're planning on spending the night there, you may want to pack some things.” Wise pointed out.

“Really? In that case, let me be your personal guide. The Sons of Calydon are gonna wanna meet you, after all.” The suave bow and taking your hand in his just for you to feel him smirking against your knuckles had you nearly get a nosebleed.

“Come on, Y/n. Let's get packing.” Belle dragged you upstairs by hand before that could happen.

And yet your dazy eyes looked back to Lighter whose burning gaze followed you, bewitching you further by his very presence.

By the time you girls got your bags packed, Wise was already in the driver's seat of the van with his stuffed bag and Eous in the back seat. As Belle got into the passenger seat, you approached Lighter as he straddled his motor bike, with your stuffed bag strapped to your back.

“Your chariot awaits, my lady~”

“Is that my pet name now?”

“And lots more where that came from. Now, you better hold on tight. It's gonna be quite the ride.” Snugly pressed against his back, you hugged his waist tightly as the engine roared to life. He leaned into your embrace as he took the lead with the Random Play van following shortly behind, going down the usual route, outta the big city and down the highways.

Resting your cheek along his spine, you become entranced by the changing landscape from buildings to the outback like land.

Spotting the town in the distance, he felt a bundle of anticipation and anxiousness in the pit of his stomach.

He's dating you now.

And he was gonna introduce you to his crew – his closest friends – his found family.

Wonder how that's gonna play out.

He hoped for the better.

After all, you are quite literally the best present he could ever receive, indeed.

[draganwhorror]

David Howard Thornton as Player 2 - Stream (2024)

[n0tamused]

Um, I'm not sure if you're taking requests but I really love you're writing so I'm gonna try my luck

Could you please do a Medusa!Reader with Jiaoqiu? I've had this idea swirling around for a while.

A/n: I remember seeing those Medusa x her blind lover and I love the idea sm it's so bittersweet but can be fluffy aaaa

Contents: Jiaoqiu x Reader, angst, a bit of comfort, spoilers for the 2.5 quest!

The morning came damp and misty on the Xianzhou Yaoqing. Clouds hung heavy and grey overhead while people huddled away in their homes and offices, and shops. Gazing around it was hard to tell colors apart, everything looked gray. 

Your night was sleepless, and for the few minutes your eyes closed it was also dreamless, pebbled with touches of reality, the roughness of your blankets and the way it wouldn’t let you rest lest you left home altogether in search of that small bit of solace. You’d scarcely call it solace, but you knew a part of you would be called nonetheless, in some way. For once, you were the visitor and not the visited. And your time was limited.

Jiaoqiu opened the door, his eyes empty as they stared right through you and his ears were almost animated in their movement, rotating and flicking at each snap the snakes in your hair made, every little shuffle and whisper. He was still in his bedwear, hair slightly disheveled.

“Jiaoqiu..?” you whispered his name so cautiously, as if uttering it would break him and he responds with the softness of his smile upon recognizing your voice. His ears lightly fall, fluffy and pointed at you, shoulders slumping down in relief. 

“Ah.. it is you. It’s been quite a long time, although it feels even longer than that I confess..” he speaks so casually, stepping aside, shuffling over his own tail and inviting you in. Once inside you see the clean interior. There are no items on the floor, no low hanging plants and herbs like Jiaoqiu once described his home like. It was orderly, clean, spacious, made for him to remember and be safe in without worry. As much as it was a relief, it brought a pain to your chest, the view of his home solidifying the fate he encountered on the Luofu.

You slid up before him after the door clicked shut, your warm palms finding the paleness of his cheeks and cupping him close, tenderly. You search his eyes but find nothing, and his lashes soon flutter shut as he realizes your doings. Your hands don’t leave his skin, but his own hands find their place over your wrists, stroking gently to soothe you. You never touched him before, and he never gazed upon your face. The memory of your first encounter was a distant wisp of a memory he struggled to fiercely hold on, even as exhausted as he is. “You worry for me, my dear? I do not doubt the news… has reached you already..”

You nod in the moment, looking on at him in longing and you have to remind yourself that he was not lost. He was alive and whole, but more broken than the time you saw him off. 

“I have worried and I still worry.. what have they done to you, Jiaoqiu?” 

Jiaoqiu can’t help but frown at the tone of your voice, it hurts just to hear it, his heart twists and his hold on your wrists tightens. “Nothing I cannot deal with, (Y/n).. Please, do not scare yourself into sleeplessness. If it is of any comfort, General Feixiao has already vowed to find someone to heal my eyes.. Do not fret” he tells you but it is almost as if you do not hear him. His ears twitch at the soft sound of a hitched breath, he feels your thumb rolling across his cheek, under his eyes and your snakes hiss softly. 

He knew the chances of his eyes actually being healed were minimal, yet he wished not to bring you any more fright. It was odd to see you so fearful, worried, but no less saddening. He brought you happiness with his flowery poems and cryptic talks and you brought him joyful surprises with the bluntness of your speech. It was your large garden you usually met at, under the stone carved statue of a winding coral, pebbled with stone birds on every other branch. You’d sit at the base of the statue, back pressed against the stone, and he’d sit on the other corner of the same, never being able to gaze onto your face, but he remembers holding your hand. He never imagined such a romance would blossom from those interactions, yet it did.

He extends his hand forward, slowly moving it towards you until he feels the many little heads of small snakes bumping into his fingers and knuckles. He lets out a little chuckle, letting his hand linger and letting the curious snakes explore his skin as well. “Would you look at that.. they’re kissing me, are they?” He can feel the little licks of their thin tongues, even the snakes are gentle with him, being much more fragile than him. He feels half of the man that he once was, ashamed but he brings himself to smile nonetheless. Perhaps it was his turn to be soft and taken care of, however redundant that seemed to him. 

You scoff, the light shaking of your head pulling the snakes along with you, who in turn let out a dissatisfied hiss. 

“I should have been there..” you say, bringing his head closer down to kiss his forehead. He looks even prettier than you imagined him to be. You don’t expect him to reach for your cheek next though, it startles you but you melt into his touch.

“No. Your place is here, where it is safe” he says, resolute and firm in his words, tone suddenly washed clean from any drowsiness of sleep. “What has happened was unfortunate, yet necessary, I fear.. And were I to go back, I would have done the same.. Don’t worry about me. I can still think of poems for you, even if I can no longer see them or write them..” Your skin is warm and damp, he feels it, you have been crying. It worries him more. He presses his other hand to your cheek, bringing you closer until your foreheads pressed together, nuzzling into your warmth. The snakes in your hair seem to be in need of comfort as well with the way the slither closer, tickling his ears and cheeks with their little tongues and noses. 

“I am here. And so are you. And Hoolay is no more.. That’s all that matters now.”

You don’t respond, his words aren’t too comforting, however true they are, so you choose to pepper his cheeks and nose and forehead with countless kisses you couldn’t give him before.

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[condohavenoking]

[azaharinflames]

Without wanting to sound mean… I feel like so many in the Bucktommy fandom are genuinely entertaining the ‘leaks’ or rejoicing in the crashing out of the journalists.

(I don’t mean the ones who are taking it with a grain of salt and joking about it, but rather some celebrations I’ve seen (mostly on Twitter to be fair here)

And perhaps it’s the part of me who remembers the lead up to 806 and how confident we were going into it. I genuinely do not want to feel that way again. And just because I remember the week leading up to it, I remember the way some journalists tricked us in order to laugh at us after.

This not to say we should theorize, or enjoy it, or laugh about it. We totally should! But also should be a bit skeptical and remember everything these people have done to mess with us. I am being cautious until further notice, as much as I love clowning on my spare time.

I just don’t want them winning once again, yk?

(Also this is just regarding the leaks that are from 811. We should always take them with a grain of salt)

[irritatedirishfrog]

"𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄"

𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘺𝘶𝘫𝘪

*:･ﾟ✧ In which, Itadori and Sukuna both form an unusual crush on an even more unusual upper classmate. You seem so calm, yet you look deceitful and it scares Yuji to the point where he doesn't want to be around you. However, Sukuna knows what he saw, he can feel your power, so he pushes Yuji to befriend you.

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Disclaimer!: old humor, like, from the 2023-2024 era

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Yuji doesn't really know who you are.

He doesn't know why you're a sorcerer or how you're so much stronger than almost everyone else.

All he knows is that one day, you come on the training grounds outside with Gojo and the second years for some sort of sparring lesson.

All he knows is that you're three years older than him, with a burn mark on the inside of your elbow that trailed up to your shoulder, an eyebrow piercing, and a rather intimidating expression.

All he knew was that one moment he was fighting you, and the next moment? He was flat on his back with you restraining him.

That didn't just happen to him. It happened to his classmates too, in the same exact way. And Gojo just stood there, a pleased smirk on his face.

The second years were smart enough not to get involved, only watching since they had already gone through the same torture that had your name plastered all over it last year.

Megumi? Summoned almost all of his shikigami that wouldn't kill you. And all you did was dodge.

Dodge!?

The audacity to just just stand there, unfazed, while he attacked you, then take him down once he was exhausted? That was insane!

Same with Nobara. She tried everything she knew—from throwing her nails infused with cursed energy, to hammering her voodoo doll into a piece of cloth from your school uniform she had ripped off.

You flinched when the air around you exploded, but even with that, you still ended up winning, catching her by surprise through the smoke with ease.

Sukuna wanted to choke you out and teach you a lesson. He wasn’t even fighting you, but he was pissed just seeing you.

Yuji could just tell that if a person you respected told you to do something, you would probably do it without question. For example, if one of the higher-ups told you to kill him, you would probably kill him without any questions asked.

That wasn't what bothered Sukuna, what bothered him was that you were pretending. You weren't even going all out, he could just tell.

They could sense that you had no morals. Your eyes told him you’d seen things that would break most people, yet you remained unbothered—like you didn’t care.

You almost reminded Yuji of Sukuna, the nauseating demon that was using him as a vessel.

You weren’t innocent, yet you looked so simple, so quiet, so tranquil. Yuji didn’t like it. You were strange, yet unchanged.

He didn’t want to be around you; he felt scared.

That might have also been partly because he could hear Sukuna’s deep voice in his head, urging him to beat the crap out of you before he jumped out and killed you instead.

Yuji didn’t know why Sukuna was freaking out, but all he knew was that he was going to fight and win.

Until he fought you—and lost scarily fast.

Sukuna felt threatened in his own habitat. He could sense the pressure you were putting on his soul, the way you were a threat. As if you could kill him instantly if you wanted to—and you hadn’t even done anything dangerous yet.

Yuji lost faster than his classmates, never even getting a chance to use his cursed energy to attack. You just somehow got behind him, and it was over.

Now here he is, far too close to you as you restrain his hands, sitting between his legs so he can’t kick you.

He probably would have been turned on by your body against his if it weren’t for the dark, psycho stare you gave him. It was a glare that made it clear you were willing to kill him if he did anything out of line.

Still, he felt a little hot, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t just from the sparring.

Quickly after letting him go, you stood up and offered your hand. But Yuji dismissed you, not wanting to be near you for another second due to his embarrassment. He simply got up and walked away, sulking from his loss.

Nobara scolded him, telling him not to be a sore loser, while Megumi left, standing next to the bleachers as Gojo praised you and turned to his students.

Gojo explained that he started the day with an unfair sparring match with you because they needed to understand that hand-to-hand combat couldn’t just be learned—it had to become muscle memory.

He was basically making it clear that they would all be screwed against you because you were a killing machine who didn’t need to think.

Lesson learned. Whatever.

Yuji let it go, choosing not to be around you just in case he was misjudging you. If he was wrong, he didn’t want to be rude and accuse you of something you weren’t.

Besides, he thought you were hot—though that was beside the point.

Unfortunately, you intrigued Sukuna. He couldn’t sense any cursed energy from you, yet he could tell you were dangerous. And what better way to figure out what you were than to pester Yuji non-stop until he was exhausted?

“What do you even want?!” Yuji groaned, dragging a hand down his face as he lay in his dorm room, desperate for sleep. For nearly a month, Sukuna had been harassing him with endless comments about you—your presence, your movements, the way you carried yourself. And worst of all, how your body felt against his.

…Okay, maybe that last thought was just Sukuna being Sukuna. But the rest was frustrating enough to keep Yuji from getting any decent sleep.

“I want you to get close,” Sukuna said, his voice smug. Yuji almost recoiled in anger as the cursed spirit’s eye appeared on his cheek.

“That’s even more reason not to,” Yuji grumbled, forcing himself upright with a yawn. “You don’t do anything unless it benefits you.”

“I couldn’t care less what you think I’m planning,” Sukuna replied. “I just want to talk. Maybe play a bit.” His eye disappeared, replaced by a mouth that curved into a sharp grin.

“Exactly why I won’t do it! They don’t deserve to have your nasty ass hanging around them!” Yuji snapped, flicking the light on. He needed to move—anything to escape this stupid conversation.

“Watch your tongue, brat,” Sukuna warned, voice dark. “You and I both know what we saw in those eyes.”

Yuji had to admit—Sukuna was right. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that you were just an ordinary person, it wasn’t true.

You were more than that.

Whether you were depressed or some kind of high-functioning sociopath, one thing was certain—you weren’t innocent. You were dangerous. Borderline evil.

It was an unbridled power that even Gojo didn’t emanate. And the fact that Sukuna could sense it—despite being trapped in a body he couldn’t fully control—was unsettling. Just how strong were you?

“…Why?” Yuji asked with a sigh, stretching his arms over his head.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Sukuna backtracked, going silent for a long while.

Finally. Peace. Maybe Yuji could actually sleep now.

He exhaled, flicked off the light, and crawled back into bed.

Silence.

Only the sound of his own breathing filled the room.

Until—

“If you must know—”

“Oh no. Oh my gosh.” Yuji groaned, shoving his face into his pillow. He did not want to hear Sukuna’s annoying voice right now. He didn’t want to think about you—who you were or what you might be.

“Quiet, brat. I was about to explain myself, but now I won’t, since I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“I didn’t ask for yours either.”

“You did when you swallowed my finger.”

Someone. Help. Him. Please.

He was going to strangle himself.

Sukuna could get used to bullying Yuji into doing whatever he wanted him to do, if it was this easy, then he could get anything.

“Let me sleep,” Yuji whined, rolling off the bed and hitting the floor with a dull thud. There was no way he was going to survive this.

“No,” Sukuna sneered. “Go talk to them. Otherwise, the next time I take control—I’ll kill them.”

“Damn it!” Yuji yelled, pushing himself up from the floor and stomping over to his dresser.

He pulled on his socks.

Then his slippers.

A shirt? Not worth the effort.

Instead, he grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around himself like some sleep-deprived gremlin. The exhaustion was so overwhelming it was almost funny.

Opening his dorm room door, he stepped into the silent hallway—only to immediately trip over his own feet and crash to the ground.

He let out a pitiful whine before groggily picking himself up. Hopefully, no one else had woken up. Not that he cared at this point. He was so done with life.

“Pathetic,” Sukuna scoffed in the back of his mind, barely holding back laughter.

“Shut up,” Yuji muttered, trudging down the hallway.

He wandered around, trying to remember which dorm was yours. When he finally found it, he hesitated before knocking lightly.

Waited, then knocked again.

If he were in his right mind, he wouldn’t be doing this. But he was so sleep-deprived he could hardly care how stupid he looked.

After a moment of silence, he knocked again, groaning under his breath. Screw it. The door was unlocked anyway.

Pushing it open, Yuji frowned when he realized the room was empty. He couldn’t help but admire how neat your room was as well. It was annoyingly spotless.

With an exasperated sigh, he shut the door. So much for that. Clearly, you weren’t sleeping—at least, not in your dorm.

Dragging his feet, he made his way back toward his dorm, passing the shared kitchen—then stopping in his tracks.

There you were.

Sitting on a stool in front of the counter, casually eating an apple while reading the back of some random box. You looked completely at ease, as if the late hours didn’t bother you at all.

Yuji watched for a moment, taking in how calm you seemed. For some reason, right then and there, he didn’t feel like you were hiding anything.

Was this really the same person who had kicked his ass a month ago?

Slowly, Yuji stepped into the dim kitchen light, trying not to startle you while also attempting to look casual. He reached for a cup, filling it with water as if that was the only reason he was here.

“Hey… how are you doing?” He asked with a small, tired smile, stifling a yawn. He didn't really want to make small talk, but he might as well before Sukuna decided to say something. Hopefully, you wouldn’t think he was weird.

“Good,” You nodded as you let out a quiet yawn of your own.

It was only then that he noticed something.

Something baffling.

Something flabbergasting.

Something that absolutely bamboozled him.

He could go on and on, but the bottom line was—what he was witnessing should’ve been illegal.

“…Are you eating a bell pepper?” Yuji blurted, completely forgetting to keep up the act of getting water.

“Yes… why?” You replied, taking another bite like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Yuji wasn’t upset that you were eating a bell pepper—he knew they were healthy. He wasn’t even upset that you were eating it without cutting it up.

No.

He was upset that he had thought it was an apple in the first place.

This was a problem because never in his life had he seen a human being—of any age—eat a raw, uncut bell pepper like it was a casual snack.

Like it was a fruit.

“Oh… okay. Um… wow. Well… good night?”

Who knew he could feel horny and deeply confused at the same time?

He wasn’t even sure if it was horniness—he just knew, without a doubt, that he wanted to be around you now.

You ate a bell pepper like you were just casually flipping off nature. Like, ‘Screw you and your apples.’

There was no way you were evil. No damn way someone with villainous intent could eat a bell pepper like that, people who were evil wouldn't have outed themselves that easily by doing what regular people never think of doing.

“Good night,” You sighed with a small but polite smile.

And then he saw your eyes again.

They were pretty—serious in color, a little blank—but this time, he could tell. You weren’t just going through the motions.

You were present.

And for the first time, you looked calm. Maybe even… happy.

“Wait… um, do you remember me?” Yuji asked, deciding to take a seat on the stool next to you.

“Yes… You’re Itadori, right?” you replied with the same relaxed smile, yawning before taking another bite of your bell pepper.

He still wasn’t over that. You were acting like it was completely normal.

“Yep, that’s me,” Yuji grinned, pointing at himself—only to feel his cheek start to move.

Damn it.

"Hey, brat."

“Brat?” you echoed, glancing at the sudden mouth on his cheek before looking back at Yuji himself.

“Sorry! That’s Sukuna. He, uh… does that sometimes.” Yuji rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to sound too embarrassed.

“Oh, right… He has a title, doesn’t he?”

"I’m the King of Curses, you weakling," Sukuna muttered, attempting to sound menacing.

But if he was expecting a reaction, he didn’t get one.

Instead, Sukuna found himself weirdly intrigued by the way your expression subtly shifted. The way you carried yourself now—calm, a little tired—was so different from the person who had fought him before.

And for some reason, he was drawn to that contrast.

“Well, nice to meet you,” You started, but before you could finish, the curse interrupted.

"Yeah, whatever. Don’t you forget it, rat! I’ll have you kn—"

“I’ll give you a moment to shut up.”

You didn’t raise your voice. You didn’t even look particularly threatening. But the bored and tired way you said it made Sukuna instantly go quiet.

Yuji blinked in shock.

“…Is he always this articulate?” you asked Yuji, teasing amusement slightly in your tone.

Yuji couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, he’s an ass. And honestly? He’s kinda vile.”

“Well, he is the King of Curses.” You replied, completely unbothered.

Maybe it was the exhaustion, but you didn’t mind the company. Your insomnia wasn’t letting you sleep anyway, so this was a decent distraction.

“So… your night going well, Y/N?” Yuji asked, watching as you took another bite of your bell pepper.

“Yep. Yours?” You yawned.

“Good, good…” He nodded, then—seemingly out of nowhere—blurted, “How do you feel about Jennifer Lawrence?”

What a fun question.

“How do I feel about her? Well… she’s a great actress,” You shrugged, thinking back to the one movie you’d seen her in. That, and the interview where she randomly pulled a Rubik’s cube out of a plate of Jell-O.

“Yep…” Yuji nodded, though he looked like he was waiting for more.

Wait.

Didn’t both Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson star in, like, three movies together?

That was something you could talk about.

“So… Have you seen that Josh Hutcherson edit?”

Yuji immediately groaned. “No! Don’t remind me of that tiktok trend! It’s all over my for you page and I’m gonna lose my shit!”

Safe to say, the two of you basically became best friends that night.

Now, Yuji definitely doesn’t hate you. In fact, he likes being around you a lot. You two have secret handshakes, inside jokes, and far too many conversations about Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson.

Of course, Nobara loves calling him out for it. She says that he acts like a lost puppy around you and Megumi just asks him not to hurt your feelings too much.

Whether it be due to how hilarious you looked when you were eating a bell pepper or the fact that you could get Sukuna to shut up if he talked outta line he didn't know why he would act that way.

Either way, Yuji respects you.

And—unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it—he’s also developed a crush.

Sukuna, on the other hand? He wants absolutely nothing to do with you.

Not in a million years.

His pride has been in shambles ever since you told him to shut up that night. But what was he supposed to do? Cry about it? God forbid.

Still, as much as he hates to admit it, he wouldn’t mind being a part of your life.

…Maybe.

Though, if he were being honest, you kind of made him uncomfortable with the fact that he was willingly evil. Which was insane, considering he was literally the King of Curses. And yet, something about you unsettled him in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

Not that he’d ever say that out loud.

But Yuji knows.

So now, whenever Yuji gets tired of Sukuna’s bullshit, and you’re not around to deal with him, he pulls out the ultimate weapon: You.

“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna let you out and tell Y/N to beat your ass.”

"Don’t you dare, brat!"

“Then be nice.”

"How dare you—I’m the King of—"

“Y/N!! Sukuna’s being an ass again!”

"Damn it, brat! I’M SHUTTING UP!"

“... Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

"... Useless-"

“That’s it.”

"Wait! No—!"

[bodhidurrans]

(Please don’t read if you’re not caught up on the empyrean/fourth wing!)

Okay so this is super random but I felt the need to share it and please give me your thoughts on this!!

So we all know xaden’s second signet is reading intentions right and i’m sure he must have at least tried reading bodhi’s, which he can’t (?) because of bodhi’s ability to counter signets.

So do you guys think bodhi was aware of xaden trying to read him??? Or maybe xaden has never dared to so bodhi wouldn’t find out?

Or like what if bodhi has just blocked it or even read xaden’s intentions in return?! Does countering signets mean just blocking them or being able to actually counter/throwing them back at you?? Would that be possible?

This is giving me a headache

[downrightbooks]

Here is the Barnes & Noble Exclusive Edition content from the Prisoner’s Throne.

[dcxdpdabbles]

i’m bingereading through your masterposts and i got to the Danny’s Ex ones and i’m just!! the lore?? hello?? Danny was able to become Phantom again after Tucker pulled him back to the Realms, right? how did that work? did they make his core dormant or something? absolutely fascinating!!

i’m also kicking my feet over how Bruce probably has no idea everything Danny was willing to give up for him—everything Danny did give up for him, just to follow him back into humanity. no wonder he doesn’t want to see Bruce ever again!!

Strange, isn't it that Tucker knew just when to get him and why. How odd to pay attention to a mortal like that.

[karihighman]

BTS of The Rookie 7x16 📷: Zander Hawley IG

[karmicbias]

Check your email if you're on ghost's mailing list!

(Likely) spoilers below - PERPETUA MASK/FACE REVEAL

Time to try to decode this in the meantime...

He did the half mask!

And I wouldn't be making any assumptions about pronouns yet folks. 🥹✨ Look how carefully the email is worded. I'm betting on they over she, though.

[magnoliagrey]

"Were that not the case... I'd love to hug you too"

Literally could not sleep until I drew this xx Hoyoverse let them hug you cowards.

(Please don't repost and click for better quality!)

[brucesduque]

It's time for revenge 🫵😼