#because I really like blue. he’s adorable

[anakinca]

ANAKIN SKYWALKER having a nasty habit of taking flowers from Jedi temple garden and just casually plucking it behind our ear :((( just pure ani in love; his eyes all adoring and screaming love

- im identifying as 🐇 now and you can not stop me Nina..

—❝loves in quiet ways❞

anakin skywalker x reader

tw ; nothing, just pure fluff

a/n ; hmm.. i wonder who this anon is.. IM GIGGLING. ALSO GUYS PLEZ. IM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG IM TAKING TO DO THESE REQUESTS. I SWEAR IM WRITING THEM ALL PLZZZZ. DONT CANCEL ME. i hope you all enjoy this, angels <3

THE SUN WAS SOFT THAT AFTERNOON, DRAPING THE JEDI TEMPLE GARDENS IN A GOLDEN KIND OF QUIET. The stone paths were warm beneath your boots, the hum of distant speeders barely cutting through the sound of birdsongs and rustling leaves. 

There was a breeze, light and playful, threading through the tall grasses and swaying the heads of the flowers that lined the edges of the courtyard. It smelled like Naboo, somehow—like sun-warmed petals and something fresh and green.

It always started the same way.

You’d be walking through the Temple grounds—usually after a training session with your Master, sometimes on your way to the Archives, once even after a really boring mission debrief—and out of nowhere, Anakin would slow down beside you as you two were walking together. His eyes would wander a bit, like he wasn’t really listening anymore. You used to think he was zoning out. Turns out, he was just looking for flowers.

The first time it happened, you right were here in the Temple gardens. You were mid-sentence about something pretty boring—which was the ridiculous size of the new training droids—when you noticed Anakin had stopped listening entirely. You were about to call him out when he suddenly turned to you, completely unbothered, holding the softest-looking flower between his fingers. It was a small flower—soft blue petals, barely bigger than his thumb.

“Hold still,” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the galaxy.

You blinked a few times in confusion, but didn’t move an inch—just tilted your head questioningly as he stepped in close, your eyes looking up at him. 

He reached up with one hand and carefully tucked the flower behind your ear, his fingertips brushing your skin so lightly it made your breath catch.

You stood there staring up at him, heart tripping over itself, while he just smiled at you like you’d hung every single star in the sky.

“Perfect,” he said, quietly. Not looking at the flower, but instead looking at you.

You could feel your cheeks warming up, a rosy blush covering your face, but it was still impossible to look away from him. His gaze was so open, so full, that it made your stomach twist in the best kind of way. 

“You’re ridiculous.” You murmured as your lips quirked up at the corners, trying to sound casual.

His own lips twitched like he was fighting back a smile. “Can you blame me?”

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like tucking flowers behind your ear was as natural to him as breathing. And maybe it was.

“I like seeing you with something soft,” he added after a beat, voice quieter now. “Like… Like the world should treat you just as gently.”

Your stomach was filled with butterflies in that moment, and it was hard to hide the way your eyes twinkled with adoration for him.

And all he did was smile at you. That small, boyish one. The one that only ever reached his eyes when he was looking at you.

Since then, it’s just become a thing of his now.

Sometimes he does it in passing, like it’s muscle memory now. You’ll be walking towards the mess hall, or sitting on a bench in the courtyard, or leaning over a datapad—and suddenly, there’s Anakin, plucking a tiny bloom from somewhere and tucking it behind your ear like it belongs there.

Like you belong to him, in this small, soft, secret kind of way.

No one else notices. Or if they do, they pretend not to—like Obi-Wan, for instance.

Maybe because it's Anakin, and he knows better than to ask about whatever storm or sun is brewing behind those eyes.

But when he's with you? It's never stormy. Just warm. 

Soft. Reverent. 

A little shy, even.

The way he looks at you every time he does it… stars. It’s like you’ve undone him without even trying. Like he’s seeing the whole galaxy and somehow you’re still the brightest thing in it.

There’s no smirk on his face, ever. No cocky comment. Just that stupidly soft smile you adore and those eyes—so full of something that looks so dangerously close to love.

Once, you caught him doing it when you were barely paying attention. A little wildflower tucked behind your ear, and he stared at you for a second longer than usual.

“What?” You asked, trying not to grin.

“Nothing,” he said, but his voice was too full of feeling for it to mean nothing. “You’re just… beautiful.”

And you couldn’t even pretend to tease him for it, because your heart was doing backflips, and you knew his was too. Because for all his bravado and charm, Anakin loves in quiet ways—in flowers and looks and touches that said everything he couldn’t out loud.

And even now, with the war growing louder, and the galaxy heavier, he still finds time. Still finds flowers. Still finds you.

Because loving you is the only thing that’s ever felt easy. 

And he’d rather die than let go of that. 

Rather die than let go of you.

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[snail-day]

There is something I just adore about historically inspired au's with yans( it's the power imbalance and im a massive nerd who devours historical fiction)

But snaily did you know that it was common for wealthy upper-class men to keep their mistresses paid for and tended to in their own little house, separately from the rest of their patrons life. Existing essentially as stress relief for the man who's money keeps them safe and tended to.

It was also common that for any woman in the preforming arts, ballerinas, singers, actresses, well she would also need a wealthy patron to put a word in for her to be able to be a star.

Now I really wonder who could be the kind of man to abuse his wealth and power over someone to make sure she will always be dependent on his generosity and without that she would be the same as any other pretty girl in a street corner.

Hmmmmm

🪻

Ooh, now this just reeks of Yan! SatoSugu.

Realistically, Suguru wouldn’t be wealthy on his own, not unless he leaned into cult-leader territory. In canon he always gave comfortable middle-class vibes. Though in a historical AU, I imagine him as someone clever and respected, without the deep coffers to match. Maybe a merchant or scholar who’s earned his way into the upper courts.

However, Satoru? Oh, he’s money. Old money. Nobility. A duke, a prince, something so high up the social ladder that he's unaffected by anything thrown his way. He has the funds, the name, and the power to throw patronage around like confetti.

Now, of course, they can’t marry each other. It’s the wrong era. That kind of love is kept behind closed doors, whispered into pillows, pressed between the pages of letters no one else must ever read. They each have wives - loveless, strategic marriages that uphold image and social expectation. Convenient. Cold.

So that's how you come in. You’re their escape. Their shared indulgence.

A delicate little performer, lovely and tired, just barely out of your corset before you're being called to attend to them. Satoru pays your rent in a little tucked-away house near the theatre. Suguru visits under the guise of business. They both keep you safe, clothed, fed, because it benefits them to do so. They just happen to love you in the way powerful men love things that belong to them.

They take turns, sometimes. Maybe they both show up. And it’s not just sex. It’s control. Longing. Survival.

You can’t exactly say no, can you? Not to a prince. Not to a court advisor. Not when their hands are only kind when you behave.

When you play your part, the sweet little songbird, perfumed and pliant, perched prettily on their laps.

They dress you in silk and fancy dresses, in ribbons that feel more like a shackle than anything else.

A blue silk ribbon settled around your throat, delicate like your voice. But when you falter, when you dare to say no, or even whisper your safe word, it’s pulled taut.

Tight enough to choke.

Tight enough to remind you that safety is just a courtesy, not a guarantee. You don't have the luxury to say no when they provide everything.

And you’ll keep singing, won’t you?

Pretty birds in golden cages don’t exactly get to choose silence.

But truthfully, it was never only about you.

It's about them.

Because when they have you, when they get to share you, touch you, possess you. They're allowed the rare indulgence of seeing each other. Allowed to pretend, just for a moment, that their love isn’t a shameful secret.

When they fuck you, it’s never just pleasure. It’s longing. Desperation. It's the quiet, broken hope that maybe if they pour enough of themselves into you, they’ll feel whole again. That something will click into place. That this sweat-slick tangle of limbs will make the ache in their chests hurt a little less.

And when you finally drift to sleep, breath steady and lips parted in a silent song, they don’t leave. They stay. Because holding you is the closest they’ll ever get to holding each other.

So maybe they’ll never get to love freely. Not in daylight. Not in the eyes of society. But they can keep you.

And for now… that’s enough.

[storkmuffin]

Liveblogging the SanHwa Lego Build (Part 4)

You can find PART 1 HERE and PART 2 HERE and PART 3 HERE

requested by @jess-the-mess2513

After sticking some needles into San, Seonghwa is back into mothering mode for the final stretch. He pays San an outright compliment - "You're doing a good job."

He asks San a normal-ish question. "What color lightsaber do you think suits us?" San answers, "You? What color do you want?" Seonghwa wants Blue. San says "red" as an answer but I can't tell if he's sassing Seonghwa or giving himself red after taking it as a given that Hwa gets blue.

Seonghwa reads out an encouraging comment from the chat, praising San's Lego making. He announces that over 10,000 people are watching San put his lego together.

Someone says that they tried learning the Halazia choreo and found it difficult, according to what Seonghwa reads out. San agrees that among the other choreo they've done, Halazia is very difficult. He says most of their choreo goes hard, but the Halazia choreo demands that the dancer be able to control a fast-slow change up. It was difficult to learn, San says, but then they got accustomed to it. Hwa is already impatient with being the nice guy.

"All new things are difficult at first - and one always gets used to it in the end."

He's being Yoda, is what I think is happening. I don't like it one bit.

Seonghwa knows what he did, as San turns to look at him and wants to hit him again. San has a really good grip on his temper, I must say. Exemplary.

I got this far and then San just SHUSHED Seonghwa because he kept speaking in sermon-like aphorisms. Seonghwa doesn't even mind the rude shushing. He forces San to bow down before his greatness at being super, duper weird and annoying.

This is what Seonghwa says in full:

처음이 어렵지, 다 익숙해지게 되어 있어. 하지만 그 익숙함에 속아 자기 자신을 놓으면 안돼. 이 레고도 마찬가지지. 한번 방심 하다가는 돌이킬 수 없을 경지에 ... (Everything is difficult at the start, but you're bound to become used to it. But you can't then let yourself be tricked by this familiarity and let yourself just go. It's the same with Legos. A single instance of carelessness can take you to a place of no return...)

Seonghwa then also adds, "You've achieved something today! You've become this friend's arm and his shell!"

San just doesn't answer.

Jongho comes back. Hala hala hala Halazia~~ JONGHO IS HERE. San rightly calls him Hyungnim (elevated version of big brother). Jongho sounds like he's San's father when he asks, "Did you finish making it??"

San has figured it out now. He tries to celebrate but Seonghwa has figured out that the best way to break San is to say aphorisms, truisms and sermons at him, so now he has that manic look in his eye.

그래, 틀리면 ��시 고쳐가면 되지. 인생이 이런거야. Yes, if you make a mistake you can just fix it and move on. That's what life is all about.

Jongho shows us his cute face, but what you need to focus on is the deranged look in Seonghwa's eyes at this moment. He has finally fully found the spot that will unravel San when he pulls at it hard enough. He's gotten what he wanted.

The chat explodes now that Jongho is showing himself. Jongho was surprised that the Lego live was still happening even though he finished his ablutions and even did his skincare. Making Seonghwa laugh like an adoring mother, Jongho demonstrates how he puts on his face lotion.

Jongho apparently got self conscious about having mentioned drinking alcohol a little while ago, so he explains again that he wasn't and isn't drunk, just a little bit buzzed. It's kind of hilarious he feels the need to explain any of this at all, because he has sounded 100% sober, for one thing, and for another, given the sheer amount of weirdness that Seonghwa has been putting out for TWO HOURS, whatever elevated mood or mania that Jongho could be feeling from getting his drink on just doesn't make any impact.

Jongho is amazed that they've made three of these things already. San, voice soft with exhaustion and from Seonghwa repeatedly taking out chunks of his neck, tells him he's working on the fourth Lego of the evening.

Seonghwa starts reading all the comments that give Jongho some love. Then someone tells Seonghwa to put the finished Legos in the Pringles container. Seonghwa is very amused by this idea.

But he of course refuses. These Legos are sentient to him. He's also a neatfreak. And he also knows what he did to that poor Pringles container. Ain't no way the Legos go in the Pringles container. Seonghwa is very alarmed that these mini legos perfectly fit inside the Pringles container.

Jongho is very practical, so he asks if Seonghwa couldn't just wash out the container and use it as a transport method for the Legos. This way he can move the fully constructed Legos, and it'll keep shape easier than if he tried to use the box to move them back to Korea. Seonghwa says No, his pride would not allow it. He would rather unmake and remake the Legos from scratch rather than subject them to the indignity of being transported in a Pringles container. Mother would rather put herself in jail, than do that. Jongho asks if there's a code of behavior for people who like Legos to not do unorthodox container usage.

Seonghwa tells him what I think is the true: "No it's more that it's not to my taste. This has to do with my preferences."

Jongho is so sane and normal. His questions all make logical sense. He also knows what Star Wars is. He takes his leave of his teammates and the Atiny in a very polite way and leave the screen.

San is finished. Finally. Seonghwa is grinning in that scary Lego Dom way as Sannie has all the marks of someone who has been through it. Look at his poor little face.

San is so nice. He said that he has been through the Seonghwa Experience. it was fun, he says. "It was actually fun, right?" Seonghwa asks. "Yes," San answers. Seonghwa is smiling. San is not. Seonghwa is going to recreate this imbalance with Hongjoong in 2025.

San finally gets to do what he always wanted to do, which is see what the fans are doing, but Seonghwa is so excited and showing off the Legos.

The fans ask Seonghwa to model his slinky looking pajamas which he does. He says he bought the black, and Wooyoung bought the navy. Someone else asks whether San is feeling overheated, because his face is red. (The translation on this video is wrong by the way in what he says as the answer). San explains very patiently as he always does, that he has rosacea, and so his skin gets red sometimes.

Seonghwa makes a concession to friendship by saying he too sometimes gets some redness, but he's too hyped. He celebrates out loud that he has made a Lego, with a member of his band, in Denmark.

San has this great commitment to learning English now, in 2025 and I see he had this back in 2023 too. He's intentionally reading out the English comments he can both easily understand and pronounce correctly and is practicing saying the responses. I'm so pleased about this. This is how effective language learning takes place. San is so good at figuring out how best to acquire knowledge and skills.

Seonghwa has put San through the ringer, and he knows it, so he offers that next time, they will do a joint Live broadcast where they will do what San likes. San immediately takes him up on the offer to say, I'm going to do a reading live with you. We'll sit tight and read a for three or more hours until the book is finished.

Seonghwa doesn't like this idea whatsoever, but he can't say no nor rescind his offer. When San asks him what his favorite genre of book is, he looks like this:

Anything not hard science, apparently, is Seonghwa's reading preference. Note to self: This is the way to defend yourself against the Seonghwa attack of chiki chaka and the repeat phrasing and the just, ass smack deserving weirdness (I mean, but also San is so lucky to be able to touch that behind at will and he doesn't even really like doing it? Boy really is a favorite of the Gods.) In short: BRING UP BOOKS. Bring up SCIENCY books about Facts and Information, and you might defeat the Hwa of Lego Domming. Duly noted.

But unlike Wooyoung, who just straight up says he doesn't read, Seonghwa says that he is all about reading poetry, books that convey life-lessons, and other artistic and emotionally accessible types of writing. Seonghwa says he has a lot of books at the dorm that he has yet to finish. He always tells himself he'll read more when there's time, but then he can't find the time (Relatable). When Seonghwa was in school, he would be named the student who borrowed the most books from the library.

"It's hard to believe now, isn't it?" he says to San. And San doesn't say anything but he does find this surprising. It's WHY he doesn't say anything - he's too nice. Seonghwa accepts this and adds that people who knew him in the before era, before he was an Idol, find how he is now to be very surprising.

Seonghwa says that he finds the lure of Youtube Shorts and other short form content too seductive. San concurs, saying that it's difficult to muster up the mental energy to concentrate on a book, especially hard copies. But Seonghwa says that reading eloquent books really do help in speaking and writing better. San agrees with this too. He can't look up from the phone. This is a very phone addicted behavior and I identify.

Seonghwa, wrapping up, wants to know if he should take the Legos with him. San no longer cares what happens to the Legos, because he has bled for them, so Seonghwa says he will transport them back home, with care. San notes that a LOT of people have been watching this Lego broadcast.

Seonghwa is trying to draw blood from a stone right now, trying to make it sound like somehow this Lego experience was a thrill for someone other than himself. "This just proves that we don't have to be speaking the whole time for a Live broadcast to be worthwhile to our audience. There's a variety of ways we can bring happiness to our audience. This is the merit of Lego-" he says, and San can't take it anymore.

"Don't be so smug when you say that, please," San says. "It's really getting on my nerves." This is kind of amazing that he, as a Gyeongsangdo boy, can keep his voice so sweet, and speak in the Seoul vernacular, as he gets so bitchy. LOL.

The really scary - well ok, so one of the many many very scary - things about Seonghwa is that he is actually undeterrable in any way whatsoever. He just got told to his face in front of 10,000 people that he's being fucking annoying, but it's like it never happened. The Lego related sermon will just roll on.

"There are so many life lessons to be gleaned from Legos," he intones, his voice getting all deep and velvety. (How does he do this, it's so seductive even though he's been torturing San and me for two hours.) His hand gestures are so fluid. His eyes are so beautiful. I feel hypnotized even though I know this is gaslighting by a Lego Queer Dom.

"Life lessons like these can be learned from Lego," says the Pope of Lego Queer Domination, "such as Do Not Give Up When Something Goes Wrong, and Try Again. Or, Suspect Yourself Before You Suspect Others. Double check if you've left a piece behind in the packaging, for example. Take the time to evaluate what could have gone wrong. Take the time to fully feel a sense of accomplishment when you've completed a piece. Become aware of how many thousands of good people are cheering you on your way. These are all the things that you can learn and gain from making Legos."

He says everything other than Let us Pray. And he doesn't have to say it, because he breaks San's neck anyway.

Seonghwa is fucking relentless. He is just not going to let anyone BREATHE. He uses everything he has at his disposal with ruthlessness. He knows San is studying English and feels compelled to practice his English at all times, so he completes his Sermon On the Holy Way of the Lego in that language:

"You know what it is."

San capitulates. "Yes," he answers, in English.

San explains to the audience that Seonghwa is also very 'comical' when they work out together in this same way. They exercise together a lot. When San hits a wall during a workout, Seonghwa will suddenly burst out into a very impassioned motivational speech, to say things like: :"Hey! Think of all the people who talked shit about you. Are you still their prey? No! No more! You can do it!!"

San is so tired. He got his energy up to imitate the impassioned Seonghwa giving this speech, but then he reverts to himself, and he says in a flat, tired voice with his flat, tired expression, "That's what he does."

Seonghwa adds another quote from himself: "Show the people who doubted whether you'd make it what you're made of!"

I mean.

The total amount of effort I have put into working out my whole life probably counts as a single warm up session for San, but nevertheless, if someone said shit like this to me while I was trying to eke out one more overhead lift I think I'd throttle them.

I can see from the translation version that they got it wrong. (I feel like I'm so negative for pointing out the wrong translations all the time but like, guys, the wrong translations, that land you in opposite world or a whole different dimension from the original context is ALL OVER Ateeze content, it's not even funny.)

Grammar check: Know that Korean uses Yes for when English would use No, to refute a double negative.

SW: 도움이 되지 않아요? It doesn't help you?

San: 네 Yes. (Meaning, No, it doesn't help me).

SW: 않아요? (Doesn't help?)

San: 네. Yes (Meaning, No, it doesn't help) [Laughter] 아뇨 도움이 되어요. No, it helps. (Yes, it does help).

While this is going on, Seonghwa has lovingly put all the completed Legos into one of the original packaging boxes. He does it so tenderly and gently, like they're Faberge eggs. Then he lovingly takes them out again. Seonghwa loves Legos so much. I doubt he handles body parts of humans this sweetly.

San is worried about whether this broadcast was fun for people to watch, because, he says, neither of them are good at multitasking.

Oh honey. Oh baby. Oh my darling innocent precious beautiful San. YOUUUUU were not multi tasking, I know. You were just trying to survive the Lego Dom Dungeon. But I assure you, that without a shadow of a single flicker of a doubt, that Seonghwa was most definitely multi-tasking his way through this entire session. The totality of the levels of enjoyment (cursed) that he got out of this are known only to him, Halazia, and Lego Corp.

Seonghwa, at minimum, is not a liar anyway. He interrupts bluntly with, "No, it was fun."

San is appalled at his rudeness. "What did you just say?" he asks. Because San was seeking the assessment of the Atiny.

Seonghwa does not care what the Atiny get out of it when it comes to Legos. He knows what HE is getting out of it, and that's what matters.

"I'm always trying to find out ways to improve the content we give them," San says.

"Don't be self conscious about things like that. Just trust the Atiny," Seonghwa intones. "Show yourself exactly as you are, to the world."

Yeah, you evil scary sexy Lego monster. You certainly have.

San wants to know why Seonghwa is talking exclusively in aphorisms like this. "Have you achieved Enlightenment or something? Do you fancy yourself to be a Wise Man?" he asks.

"I couldn't possibly feel better than I do right now," Seonghwa says, making big circles with both hands almost like an eternity symbol.

MmmHMM. Yeah. I BET.

So you know, note to the Seonghwa Ults. Post-coitus Seonghwa will give you a sermon about the lessons of life to be learned from the experience while you try to drag pieces of your soul back into your body.

Seonghaw has set up the Lego display again. Seonghwa wants to wrap up.

"What should we make the Legos do?" Seonghwa asks.

"Kiss each other," San says.

San? Angel baby boy?

"No," Seonghwa says.

San is trying to get his revenge. But he's just so tired, so rather than an all out attack, this feels more like the pathetic flailings of an injured bird. He makes his Legos kiss.

"Play well together," San tells the Legos. "No," says Seonghwa. "What should we do with them?"

"Make them hug?' More resistance from San.

"No," says Seonghwa. "Show them off!" he says. And he does.

It's incredibly cringe. it's so cring Seonghwa himself loses his nerve halfway.

San can't take it anymore. "How old are you?" he wails.

"Twenty six," Seonghwa says. Seonghwa is unstoppable because he can't be shamed. He just feels no shame, ever. "I've acquired enough maturity," he says. "I will hold on to my child-like heart forever."

Seonghwa the Lego Dungeon Dom keeps breaking my gorgeous Sannie's gorgeous neck and there's nothing I can do but cry and weep.

The two of them confirm that it's almost been two hours. Seonghwa pats San on the shoulder for enduring this session. San at least is getting more aftercare than Hongjoong will get at his session.

Then Seonghwa says, "You're the one who said you wanted to do this. You're the one you wanted to do this," twice in a row like that, while San refuses to acknowledge or look at him.

"Do you want to do this another time?" Seonghwa asks.

San is a creature of perfect, beautiful manners. "Yeeeesss" he says, because he's not going to reject his friend and coworker on air like that, no matter what has been done to him. San even adds, "I got to experience Seonghwa's hobby and it was - interesting..." but he doesn't get to finish the sentence, because Seonghwa wants praise for how well he dominated San. I don't know a lot about domming or subbing, but this doesn't seem like correct behavior. If you know the rules, pls advise.

"You know now what a steadfast and patient person I am, right?" Seonghwa says.

"No I do not," San says, sternly and clearly.

"Ay," Seonghwa says, insisting. "You see now that me, your bro, is a really tenacious man, don't you??"

San takes mercy on him. "Yes," he says, in his defeated little voice.

When they're wrapping up for good, San says that he hopes it was fun for those watching. He really hopes it was fun for them. (Because it wasn't fun for him, you see, so it needs to be fun for SOMEONE). San says he doesn't think he communicated very well with the Atiny on this broadcast, and he wants to do better.

"You did great," Seonghwa says, slapping him on the shoulder.

San was THIS close SO CLOSE thisTHISTHISCLOSE to hitting him right now.

Seonghwa notices, and acts outraged, but not a lot, because he knows what he did. "To your older Bro? To your older Bro? That's so scary! It was scary!"

Because pushing San to the point where he might actually lose his temper in front of the Atiny is a bridge too far, and nobody could cope with that, not even Seonghwa, apparently.

San wraps up by repeating the thing Seonghwa has been insisting on all this time, that Legos give you 'internal peace' but I think he's just being nice. I feel like he erupted in shouts and curses as soon as the invisible, silent staff that's been present this whole time confirmed that Seonghwa had indeed turned off the camera.

Hereby ends my Lego Dom Session recap. I feel like I've been through it. I'm so wrung out. I don't even cook, but I want to make HongJoon and San something to eat, so we can hold hands and cry about this experience together. Holy shit.

[lightreader1]

Fanfic idea- Blind Yokai au!

Prompt: Atsushi is a human who “see’s” in a very unique way, which attracts the worst weirdo’s.

Note: This idea is a mix of my previous yokai au but heavily inspired by @Octagava ’s Foxglove au.

Also discussed with @Venelona! =w=

Actual idea: 

So inspired by @octagava’s idea of a blind Atsushi I decided to put my own little twist on it. 

Starting with Atsushi. 

He is blind just like in the foxglove au and is able to “see” yokai but not in the way you think.

He was born knowing nothing but darkness and learning about the world through harsh voices and violent hands. It doesn’t help that the people from his village always ostracized him either for being “useless”.

So yea Atsushi just always believed that he was completely blind.

But then he meets a yokai for the first time and wow okay so not “completely” blind. 

To be specific Atsushi can only see a yokai’s aura, the energy in a yokai. 

For Atsushi he see’s the shape of the Yokai’s body just in one bright color which changes shade and intensity depending on the Yokai’s mood.

Essentially Atsushi is a living Yokai detector with the added bonus of being able to read their emotions/moods if he spends enough time with them. 

But Atsushi doesn’t really care about that, the first time he see’s a yokai is the first time actually “seeing” something in the world, the first time he has an idea of color, the first time he can actually see the shape of a person.

It’s amazing, stunning, and he absolutely cannot look away from the yokai in front of him.

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Anyways this is where it mixes up with my original yokai au in that yokai typically demand tributes of some kind.  So Atsushi will be the blind sacrifice since ya know the villagers are horrible and think that by giving a “defective human” they can get away with basically no payment at all (cause ya know people are terrible).

I have three routes where this can go for DazAtsu, ChuuAtsu, and Dazatsuya. 

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DazAtsu route

So huge thing in this au is that Dazai  (a nine tailed fox (kitsune) is a huge asshole in the beginning.

Like port mafia 15 year old  level shit head.

The man is bitter since he can’t really kill himself (curse his stupidly strong yokai body) so he’s exploring other ways to spend his long life. 

He finds himself usually bored with humans and yokai so he tries to entertain himself by either annoying the crap out of them or being outright cruel with torurting/killing them.  

So when a village decides to sacrifice an apparently a very pretty but blind human he decides to join in on the cruelty. 

He helps to let the human escape only to hunt the blind human through a forest, because he finds the human’s struggles for life amusing.

But when he’s finally got the blind human cornered he’s curious, Atsushi’s eyes have been firmly shut. Dazai being the sadistic bastard he is wants to see their color and the way the light leaves them as he goes in for the kill (cause ya know he’s envious at not being able to die). 

So he forces Atsushi to open his eyes, and oh, oh this is curious, Violet and gold? 

Gorgeous. 

It almost seems like the human actually see him. 

Oh he is.  

He’s starting at Dazai like he’s the only thing in the world (Which is true Atsushi is currently experiencing a blind man’s euphoria of seeing something for the first time).

 And it’s interesting! This little human is so adorable like this! 

The way Atsushi can’t stop looking at him as if he’s the only light in the darkness. He’s so curious, how come the human see’s only him? 

And the way he see’s Dazai is interesting, the human can apparently see his body but the way he describes him is unique. 

(Atsushi perceives Dazai as the color blue which fluctuates from dark to light. So the closest thing that Atsushi would compare it to would be water going from icy, cold, luke warm, and boiling.)

It intrigues Dazai to the point of wanting to keep this adorable little human. Both because it breaks the tedium of his life and because when Atsushi actually starts to relax he’s hilariously sassy! He talks back, has interesting conversations, and never fails to give him an interesting perspective on how he see’s the world. 

Fascinating.

I can imagine Dazai at first bringing Atsushi to see other yokai. Cause ya know he wants to test if Atsushi can see other yokai and learn what he see’s. 

It’s here where Dazai learns that Atsushi can literally see a yokai’s emotions, and their forms regardless of any sort of magic that can be used to hide them which of course makes his little human that much more valuable. 

It’s a fun and kinda neat thing to brag about to the other yokai, that is until he realizes that Atsushi loves experiencing “new colors” and looks absolutely adorable to other yokai as well.

Then he becomes a clingy possessive little guy that does not want to share his human.

But its too late at this point now Atsushi wants to see as many other yokai as well and Dazai can’t really deny him anything anymore.

Dazai the cruel Kitsune is smitten with his little human. =w=

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ChuuAtsu- route

Now Chuuya doesn’t exactly have the best reputation. He’s known for being an incredibly violent yokai that would feed both humans and yokai if they offended him.

(This was a misconception though, yes he would eat other yokai and humans but only if they challenged him to a battle first. As far as Chuuya is concerned you play stupid games you win stupid prizes, and he’s not gonna waste food if he can help it.)

 So to try and avoid a possible rampage from the Oni the villagers decided to be proactive and send him a tribute/sacrifice.

AKA: The useless blind human that every one hates, because ya know fuck anyone that doesn’t fit the status quo. 

They capture Atsushi, tie him up, and make him look as pretty/appealing as possible before dumping his ass on Chuuya’s doorstep with the village chief yelling praises and giving a struggling Atsushi away. 

Now of course Chuuya is feeling a lot of things. On one hand he’s happy that he’s getting a tribute, because of course he’s a powerful yokai who protects a lot of valuable territory. 

But on the other hand who the hell are these humans and why the fuck are they giving him a clearly hurt and weak human that was very obviously kidnapped. 

So of course this annoys the crap outta him so he scares off the village chieftain and goes over to see the wiggling human in the pagoda. 

What he see’s inside does make him curious. Granted the human is incredibly pretty with their pale skin and silver/black hair, but otherwise he isn’t much to look at. The guy has clearly been beaten and is much too skinny to be healthy. 

They talk for a bit because Chuuya is curious, the human “Atsushi” didn’t open his eyes once.

Honestly Chuuya would’ve been offended if Atsushi did not explain that he could not see anything and that keeping his eyes closed made it easier for him to hear and make his way around. 

(Again this pissed Chuuya off cause what the hell is he supposed to do with a blind human? He’s honestly so tempted to just dust the village chief for being a dumbass and trying to pull one over on him).

Chuuya is ready to just release the human and drop him off near a different village. 

(He’s rather amused by how snarky the human is in his responses and how “excited” he is to go back to other humans. The pretty human has some bite and he can respect that.)

That is until Chuuya demands to see Atsushi’s eyes (because of course he wants to see the pretty human’s eyes before he releases him back into the wild, he’s bored and blind eyes might be interesting to see).

But then Atsushi opens his eyes and both of them are surprised. 

Because Chuuya is enamored by large Twighlight eyes that look at him like he’s a bright moon in a dark starless night. 

And Atsushi is just as confused but more amazed at the bright red creature in front of him, the color reminding Atsushi of a warm campfire during a cold winter. 

Atsushi explains that he doesn’t know what the hell is happening but he doesn’t want it to stop, while Chuuya starts to get curious. 

Perhaps the human chief wasn’t such an idiot after all? 

This leads to Chuuya taking Atsushi to different Yokai to test it out and where he learns that his little human can only see yokai. This has a lot of benefits since this makes Atsushi rather immune to yokai trickery, and with enough time can allow him to learn how to read the emotions of yokai around him.

So not only did Chuuya gain an incredibly entertaining/beautiful human but also a living yokai detector that can help him with literally see through Dazai's bullshit.

Chuuya spoils Atsushi a lot after this cause his human acts a lot like an abandoned puppy, just a sweet little thing that loves to be around him. 

( For reference when Atsushi see’s Chuuya he see’s red would describe/compare him to heat. Like a fire something very active and would give Atsushi warm feelings. But his color would deepen/lighten depending on the intensity or "warmth". Like if its lighter then it'll feel like the sun's rays (happy) or if its darker then its more uncomfortable like putting his hand too close to a fire (rage).)

I can just imagine Chuuya literally carrying a blind Atsushi on his back while going into Dazai’s territory.

Chuuya: Okay Atsushi I want you to keep your eyes out, the bastard can be quick and ruthless so he’ll probably try to take me by surprise. 

Atsushi: Is he the big soft looking thing 20ft east of us? He looks like he’s carrying something…..maybe a bucket?

Chuuya: ………..I’m gonna make you so much Chazuke later!  

He smirks as he is able to catch Dazai by surprise for once. 

Chuuya: Best human ever!

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And finally we have Dazatsusya route which is a mix between the two!

It starts off with the  Chuuya route, in that he meets Atsushi first and basically decides to keep him. 

So he tries his best to take care of his new pet/friend/crush by making sure he regains his strength and heals.

(Honestly Chuuya is kinda charmed by how sweet and independent Atsushi tries to be, it reminds him of an abandoned puppy that just wants to be praised. This in turn makes Chuuya want to spoil him.)

Now here is the thing, Chuuya has a bit of a history with “pets”. 

Namely that history is that Chuuya takes in a hurt animal and gets attached but then an annoying fox asshole usually comes in and kills his “pet” for fun. 

Honestly Dazai just kills the pet and then makes fun of Chuuya for adopting thing that’ll die in the blink of an eye anyways. 

 Chuuya has tried for centuries to get the asshole back for it but the fox is as tricky as he is annoying. 

Anyways everything changes when he gets Atsushi so Chuuya pulls all the stops so he can protect his previous and delicate blind human from that asshole of a fox. 

He becomes so cautious that he moves to a different cave just to make sure Atsushi is safe and for a while it seems to work! 

Chuuya is just ecstatic and enjoys pampering his touch starved, sassy, and delicate little human.

He enjoys Atsushi’s personality and finds it endearing that he tries to be useful to the oni even though he insists that he doesn’t need too. 

Meanwhile Atsushi enjoys Chuuya’s companionship, he loves being able to see Chuuya’s moods shift and how he tries to help Atsushi foster his own independence while in their little cave home. 

Their relationship grows and at some point they start to really love each other. 

Anyways Chuuya decides to go out one day and plans to be gone just for an hour or two to get Atsushi some new soft pelts and flowers so he can be more comfortable (cause ya know blind person, he loves dressing up Atsushi in nice clothing but his human prefers to smell flowers and touch soft fluffy textures even though he tries to hide it). 

But then Chuuya comes back home not only to find his home ransacked and without Atsushi but that it also smells like that stupid fox!

So yea Chuuya just grabs his spiked club and begins to hunt for Atsushi and is completely ready to finally kill that damn fox if he did anything to hurt his human! 

Meanwhile with Atsushi and Dazai: 

Dazai and Atsushi’s experience is basically the same as the Dazatsuya except Dazai is just invested as soon as he see’s Atsushi look at him awe while in Chuuya’s cave.

He becomes curious of the little blind human and adores how he can’t seem to look away from him.

So he steals him from Chuuya and decides to try the whole “owning a pet” thing that he constantly makes fun of Chuuya for. 

Of course Atsushi is understandably stressed out and keeps trying to get away from Dazai at first. 

Because for the first few days Dazai still acts like a sadistic ass and says cruel things to him. 

But then he starts figuring out Dazai’s emotions and realizes that he actually acts differently from the way he feels. At some point Atsushi just views Dazai as a needy attention starved cat and Dazai likes basking in the human’s deadpan stare and head pats.

And Dazai is delighted! It’s so entertaining to be able to talk to someone who cannot only see through his lies and bullshit but also has the guts to call him out on it. 

Plus his dear little blind human just knows the best places to scratch his ears, brush his fur, and oh goodness the adorable way he tries to escape but then pouts in defeat within his tails when he fails is just precious!

It takes Chuuya at minimum a week before he finds Atsushi and Dazai. 

I imaging Chuuya just busting through a door in a shabby little hut to see Dazai cuddling around a sleepy Atsushi who then smirks at 

Chuuya. 

Dazai: "I gotta give it to you Slug, maybe the whole pet thing is not as stupid as you made it look. This one would be such a waste on you though~" 

Chuuya growls and points his spiked club at the kitsune. 

Chuuya: “Oh shove it you overgrown wash towel! Now give me back Atsushi before I make fox tail soup outta ya!” 

Atsushi who perks up at Chuuya’s voice smiles and tries to get out of his lap only to be stopped by fluffy tails. 

Atsushi: Dazai-San let me go. 

Atsushi tries to wiggle out of Dazai’s lap, which makes the fox pout and hold him tighter. 

Dazai: Nope! You’re my human now, the slug can get a new one. 

Atsushi: Dazai-San I keep telling you, you can’t just kidnap a person and expect them to be okay with it. I want to go home. 

Dazai: And I told you that’s dumb and that the slug doesn’t deserve you.

Atsushi: And I keep telling you it’s not about “deserving” anything. I have my own free will!”

Atsushi continues to try and move but that just makes Dazai growl into his neck which puts Chuuya on edge cause the fox’s teeth are too close to the human’s delicate neck. 

Chuuya: Dazai! 

Atsushi just rolls his eyes though 

Atsushi: Fine you leave me no choice. Atsushi then pinches one of Dazai’s fluffy ears which makes the fox recoil and complain when Atsushi finally gets out of his lap. 

Dazai: Atsushi that’s not fair!~ 

Atsushi just smiles innocently and pets the fox’s head. 

Atsushi: You keep telling me that all is fair in love and war~ Anyways you are welcome to come visit me whenever you feel like it but please be more gentle about it next time. 

Atsushi smiles then turns and walks to Chuuya. 

Atsushi: Shall we go home? 

Chuuya smirks Chuuya: Sounds good though I would prefer you don’t invite that mangy kidnapping fox.

Dazai pouts but walks behind them. 

Dazai: And I would prefer if my human would stop being unreasonable and stayed with me instead of a pipsqueak of an oni, but we can’t always get what we want.

Chuuya growls before glaring at the fox: Oh fuck off you flea bitten mongrel! If you claim Atsushi as your human one more time I’ll shove my club so far up your ass I’ll make a kitsune kabob! 

Dazai just snorts before smirking: So crass~ ***MY HUMAN*** deserves better then such a fowl tempered midget of an oni~ Maybe if I’ll be able to convince him if I took him for a longer time, maybe in the mountains?

Chuuya growls and actually swings at a smirking Dazai who dodges.

Chuuya: Don’t you fucking dare! Atsushi’s mine you deranged fox!

Meanwhile Atsushi just huffs annoyed waiting for the two to stop because my goodness he just wants to get home. 

Basically Chuuya and Dazai keep bickering but Atsushi acts as the tiebreaker/peacekeeper who is constantly tired (and sometimes) amused by their shit. 

But in the end Atsushi loves his oni and fox even when he want’s to smack them upside the head for their childishness. 

= w =

[sossi-still-dreamin]

blue lock fics

because i read too much fanfiction and maybe you do too... otherwise known as a masterlist of this month's best fics *blue lock edition*

note: almost everything is a oneshot unless otherwise noted

nagireo (my otp in bllk, this ship is unbeatable):

my boy's got his own ringtone by okwa - for those of you who like the streamer kuroken social media style fics, this one is for you! huge kenma energy here, nagi is a streamer and he only picks up calls from one particular ringtone... fans speculate.. hee hee

you're drowning in the pit of my stomach by breathepurple (bleedpurple) - my personal favorite nagireo fics, 8 chsoulmate au + college au featuring bachisagi. nagi and reo have been together for years without their soulmate marks... but they must be soulmates, right? ermmmm or not. aaand cue reo's spiral, nagi's confusion, and rin having the most tragic story ever. LOVES

everything and anything by breathepurple (bleedpurple) (this is not an actual fic)

friendship is magic (i'm begging you, please want me) by luffia - canon compliant fic in which shidou realizes that reo can copy sae... and yea you know what he does with that. nagi gets jealous, pines, reo is confused, and in some quirky ahh way shidou is the best and worst wingman ever

seishirou nagi’s guide to make your friend fall for you through flirting - a really really really good nagireo 5+1 fic in which nagi *tries* really REALLY hard to flirt. but you and i both know nagi is a little slow and the flirting... yikes... but they still end up together so he must've done something right! another one of my favorites :D

and they were roommates - a nagireo fic on bltv being a live tv show… everyone speculates, reo realizes, trying to be discrete, minor half breaking up, zero angst

nagireo hanahaki fics (idk why ppl like depressing fics but also i do bc i'm one of those ppl)

fall forward/spring back by nagireo (happy clover) - reo has hanahaki, happens during bluelock (3 ch)

but could you adore me? by breathepurple - nagireo hanahaki fic but tHIS tIMe NAGI gets the hanahaki! (2 ch)

kaisagi:

you're cute by blue0rangeade - an 11 ch pre-bllk fic in which isagi gets chucked to germany for two months and meets... kaiser... and then they meet again! in bllk! yayyyyy this one is rly rly good i was so invested

shirt by jehielshan- ohhh the second hand embarrassment in this one... but its sO good... a post-canon oneshot kaisagi fic (and a/b/o) in which isagi accidentally steps onto the field in kaiser's shirt...

birds and wings by pistatsia - a 15 ch pre-canon? kaisagi fic in which kaiser gets injured, goes to japan to recover... and meet isagi! teaches isagi to do soccer and all that fun stuff

overloaded by no_3- a kaisagi oneshot in which isagi (basically) borderline faints again bc of metavision, super overwhelmed and such but kAIsEr is there... the actual fic is okay but the text fonts and effects are soOOO cool!

he goes to a different school by opposition- a kaisagi 11 ch fic where the bluelockers all dont believe isagi has a hot, famous, soccer player boyfriend but he does…

bachisagi >v<

love bites by j_jabbers- hee hee bachisagi oneshot that is exactly as it sounds, in which bachira likes to erm bite isagi randomly. but its sOO cUte!

other:

ego jinpachi: the world’s most unwitting and unwilling matchmaker by starstruckdove- pfffft a nagireo, bachisagi, + a ton of other ship fic that has soOOo much crack. very amusing to read, had me dying, and ego poor poor ego who needs to bleach his eyes now, a fan favorite

valentines day at blue lock by sephlav- a supercute fluffly fic with a couple of ships on valentines dayyyy

he’s the one i dream of by seventies- no. 1 in the fandommmm, an isagi/everyone fic that is seriously so funny, i'm sorry pls give it a chance

enjoy! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

[lilypadeater]

I really love your work!! I was wondering if you would be able to do another age gap Rick Grimes imagine. Reader has a huge crush on Rick that’s obvious but her insecurities won’t let her notice that he’s interested in her too. It can be smut or doesn’t have to be. If you don’t have time, no worries!! Thank you 😊

Angel

Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Summary- (request)

Content Information: 18+, MDNI. I MEAN IT, age gap (20s and 40s), swearing, insecurities, kissing, pet names, flirting, NOT PROOF READ

The days went by a lot slower after you had made the official decision to 'stop' crushing on Rick. He was almost double your age, and you knew he would've never seen you as anything more than "Hershel's daughter." But ignoring your feelings wasn't nearly as simple as you had planned. Shoving them into the back of your mind wasn't even close to what actually happened whenever you saw Rick. Seeing his dark curls pushed back and sharp jawline made it impossible to look away. His presence made you into a clumsy mess, always knocking something over from the anxiety.

You stared at the mirror for a while, analyzing every detail about yourself, taking notice of anything you thought Rick would like or dislike. "I'm not his type," you muttered, leaning over the white vanity with a look of contempt. Your brain sought any reason to avoid confronting the butterflies that went into a frenzy in your stomach. They only occurred when you were near the group leader, something about the way he carried himself and his southern drawl… It truly drove you mad.

Today, Rick organized some kind of “shooting” practice. He deemed you to be incapable of protecting yourself since you’ve never held a gun, a bit offensive to you, but it was the truth. Hershel kept you sheltered from weapons and violence, but the apocalypse destroyed his shield. The whole morning was spent with a nauseating anxiety and gut-wrenching anticipation for the afternoon. The man you did everything to avoid seeing was going to be spending one-on-one time with you. You told yourself it was just jitters from shooting a gun for the first time, but deep down you didn’t give a damn about shooting a gun.

You promised yourself that your interest in Rick wouldn’t interfere with the lesson, but the only thought crossing your mind while you held the gun was how Rick’s hands were on it moments before. You could still feel the warmth from his skin lingering on the gunmetal. His voice snapped you out of your trance.

“Angel, you listenin’ to what I’m saying? You have to hold it with both hands,” he instructed. His words flew right over your head as your brain zoned in on the fact that he had just called you Angel. Angels were beautiful and pure, a title of utmost adoration. He’d never given your sisters' names like that before, so why did he call you Angel? Your heart dropped at realizing it was most likely because he had forgotten your name. You weren’t of much significance, so there wasn’t any reason for him to have even remembered it.

You were once again snatched out of your compelling thoughts when a calloused hand reached out and grabbed yours, pulling it up and towards the gun. “You’re in another world, sweetheart,” he murmured, a little amused.

Embarrassment flooded your face as you sheepishly apologized, “I'm sorry, I was distracted.” You tried quickly recomposing yourself, but your head spun with sinful whispers. The man you deemed unreachable was now inches away from you, wrapping his hand around yours and guiding your fingers to the right position.

"You wanna make sure it's eye level, otherwise you won't get a good aim. Am I clear?" Rick asked, his icy blue eyes scanning your face for a response.

"Yeah," you plainly replied, a weak attempt at concealing your nerves. You brought the gun to eye level and held it out with both hands, clutching it firmly.

"Just like that, Angel, you got it, almost there." His words of encouragement only encouraged the lustful thoughts you had of him. Your mind wandered, letting you grip loosen around the handle, but you were immediately brought back into reality when you heard him sigh. "You seem distracted today, Angel. Maybe we should just try again another day."

You could feel shame rising inside you. First time you were alone with him, and you already disappointed him. "Wait, please. I'm sorry, I got scared." If there was one thing you were good at, it was lying. Your sweet, innocent act manipulated anyone into believing the nonsense you spat was nothing but the truth.

However, Rick could see right through you. You had almost forgotten he was a sheriff before the outbreak, and he was trained in detecting lies like that one you just told. Especially because the emotions you held in your eyes were nowhere near fearful.

Rick analyzed you before grabbing the gun and holstering it. "Lying ain't a good look on you," he muttered as he walked back to the tents on your lawn that they considered to be their 'camp.'

Later that evening, you decided to address your behavior. You partially felt guilty for letting your rampant thoughts control you, essentially wasting his time and your own. You didn't learn shit, only thing you gained from that experience was new angles to look at him from. Coming clean about your 'little' crush on him was necessary if you were going to actually learn how to fire a gun. You needed someone else to teach you.

You found him after dinner, checking some inventory in his camp. "Rick?" You called out, unsure if you were making a mistake or the right choice.

He turned to you, his tall frame domineering over yours. "Yes, y/n?" He responded casually. Perhaps he did know your name.

"I just wanted to come clean about today. I think I would be better off learning with someone else," you courageously admitted.

"Why's that? I'm probably the best damn shooter in this place," He half-heartedly replied, trying to lighten things. He leaned in closer to you, as if the reason would be found by getting closer.

You decided to bite the bullet and tell him honestly, "I just can't focus. I just feel some type of way around you, and I'm damn near sure someone's gonna lose a finger if I fire a gun next to you."

His laughter filled your ears as he wrapped a hand on your shoulder. "Really? How do you feel about me?" He asked smugly, clearly enjoying your honesty.

You had come this far, so you pushed past your insecurities and decided to make a bold move. "How about I show you?" You responded, barely above a whisper.

For once, Rick was the surprised one. You could see his eyes slightly darken and narrow at you, like a predator hunting its prey. The world felt slower, and the atmosphere was thick. "Angel, I don't think you just meant what you said." He murmured, bringing his hand to your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"I know what I fucking said, Rick." You responded, getting bothered by the tension. As if on cue, his lips crashed onto yours in a passionate and heated kiss. You couldn't believe he would just do this where anyone could see.

The moment was quickly interrupted by voices walking towards the camp. It seemed as though everyone had finished cleaning up and decided to head back to their tents. You and Rick immediately broke the kiss, but you could feel his body's response pressed up against you.

Before leaving his embrace, you quickly told him, "Meet me in the stables around 10 tonight." His smirk was unforgettable.

..............................................................................................................................A/N: Guys, this request was made MONTHS ago, but I got kinda tired of writing and never got around to finishing it. So anyways here you guys go, ik it's not my best work but I tried lmao. yeah I kinda lost the plot ngl

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

I finished Lesser Evil (after so long) and I have some questions about my favorite blue man. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore Rebels with all my heart (it has my favorite moment in all of SW). Ahsoka did pull on my nostalgia strings for Rebels so I had a good time. But I can't for the life of me get over the disconnect between Book!Thrawn and Show!Thrawn.

Book!Thrawn is very precious to me and I will always love him. He's my art nerd til the end of time. Anyways, at the end of Lesser Evil, he tells Ba'kif that he will anything to protect the Chiss, no matter the cost. But with the Ahsoka show, we still don't have any reference back to the Chiss or the Grysk and I'm just wondering if they're ever going to address that in either one of the future shows/movies or even a book.

In Ahsoka, Thrawn is still on his "long live the empire" schtick. My man is either playing the long game in a way only he knows, he's completely disregarded the Chiss and is on some power high, or the Chiss actually got whooped by the Grysk off screen and Thrawn decided to abort mission and shift completely to the Empire.

I just hope we get answers soon because I love Thrawn and it really feels like the books, both Legends and Canon, exist in their own little universe somewhere. Meanwhile, Show!Thrawn is a completely separate entity with bits and pieces of both book canons attached to his character. And I know that books have been retconned before by Dave, but I feel like they need to reference the Chiss again at some point... right?

(And where’s Eli??? Please reference him even tho he’s somewhere in the Ascendancy)

[universefcb]

Day 1 of asking for Jan Virgili fics

Hes soooo underrated 😭😭😭😭

Here are some fic ideas you can use

-cutting his hair a buzz cut and surprising reader

-surprising long distance reader in college when she’s having a hard semester

-reader getting his jersey number and name on her nails

-reader taking care of him after a hard game cooking his fav food and stuff like that

DETAILS ON THE NAIL, JAN VIRGILI.

→ Summary: You surprise your boyfriend by putting his name and number on your nail.

→ Warning: Mention of Reader. Fluff/Comfort. Romance.

→ Author's note: I really don't know what to write here.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, with the light blue sky tinged with soft clouds and the smell of freshly cut grass filling the neighborhood. You were in your room, with the windows open, and the calm sound of a romantic playlist filled the air. Your heart was beating fast – not only because of the nervousness you had been feeling since the morning, but also because of the anticipation. Jan had texted you to say he would stop by to see you before he went to training, and you still didn’t know how to show him the surprise you had prepared.

It was a small thing, but to you, it had enormous meaning.

Deep down, you had always been a more reserved person when it came to showing affection. But dating Jan Virgili—sweet, kind, caring Jan—made you want to take a risk, even if your heart felt like a drum with every step.

You walked down the stairs slowly, still undecided whether you should show him right away or wait for him to notice. Your father was in the kitchen, your mother was watching TV in the living room. It was a quiet home, a little noisy at times, but full of warmth.

And then the doorbell rang.

The sound echoed straight through your chest, and you pressed your nails against your palm, as if you wanted to hide your little secret for a few more seconds. You walked to the door and, when you opened it, found Jan standing there with that easy smile that always made your legs feel a little weak.

“Hi, princess.” He spoke softly, with that delicious accent you loved to hear.

“Hey… come in,” you replied, stepping back to make room.

Jan came in and greeted your mother with a kiss on the cheek, shook your father's hand and exchanged a few words with them, as he always did politely and kindly. He was adored there – the kind of boyfriend everyone liked, which only made you more in love and, at the same time, more nervous.

You went up to your room together, and you closed the door slowly, turning your back for a few seconds. You felt your cheeks burning, your stomach churning, and your whole body begging you to take courage.

Jan threw himself onto his bed, face up, his eyes following your steps as you walked towards him with your hands hidden behind your body.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, chuckling lightly. “You’re acting kind of… suspicious.”

“I am,” you replied softly, biting your lip. “It’s just… I did something.”

“One thing?” he arched an eyebrow, propping himself up on his elbows.

You approached and finally extended your hand. Your nails were freshly manicured, painted with a delicate nude polish, but the important detail was there: on the ring finger nail of your left hand, in white with a black outline, the number "45"; on the middle finger, his last name: "Virgili".

“I… thought it was cute. And…” you shrugged, eyes lowering “I wanted you to know how much I like you.”

Jan stared blankly for a few seconds. Surprise softened his expression, and then a goofy smile spread across his face. He sat up and held her hand so carefully that it looked like her nails were made of glass.

“You painted my name… and my number…” he whispered, lightly touching his finger with the number 45.

You nodded with a shy smile, your cheeks already too red.

“It’s beautiful. Like, really. I never thought seeing it would make me feel like this…” he laughed, his eyes shining.

“With my heart jumping.”

“I thought you were going to laugh at me,” you muttered, chuckling softly, still unable to look at him for too long.

“Laugh at you?” Jan pulled her hand away, kissing her fingers. “I want to frame your hand, I’m so in love. Can I take a picture?”

You nodded, laughing, and he pulled out his phone, taking a picture of your nails, then another with your hand resting on his chest, right where his heart was beating fast.

“Now I have proof that the most beautiful girl in the world is my number one fan.” He spoke with that sweet tone that always made you melt.

You stayed there, holding hands, with him playing with kissing each finger as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Then, Jan threw himself back on the bed, pulling you with him.

“Do you have any idea how much this felt good today?” he asked quietly, his fingers slowly running over her cheek. “I was kind of anxious about training, and now I’m… at peace.”

You smiled and rested your face against his neck, letting Jan's soft scent envelop you. The feeling was so comfortable that it felt like time had stopped there, just for the two of you.

“If you want, next time I’ll put the club’s crest on it,” you joked, and he laughed out loud.

“Only if you paint a heart on the side, to remind people that it’s your girlfriend.”

You laughed, pressing your fingers against his chest.

It was silly. It was intimate. It was simple.

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[cyle-stuff]

I believe this is the start of a trend of what kind of Netflix movies I really like:

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - The Scheme

I am back!

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Cross walks from side to side “This is bad. This is very bad.” Cross even flickers in and out of view.

Dust holds out an arm and catches Cross by the arm before pulling him to sit next to him on the ground. Nightmare notices what Dust wants and climbs from his lap into Cross’s lap.

Dust watches as Cross snuggles their babybones and relaxes a little.

Dust nods and focusses back on what Error had shared with them.

Only to see that Dream is also close to a panic attack. Great.

Dream tugs on his own hands as he rambles “Fate and Balance are too dangerous! They will try to force Nightmare to change his domain. They already tried with me but with me being so well known and seeing as I already told everyone they knew it would attract too much attention if they made me change…”

Error groans as he sighs “Yes. I know. It is why I called for this meeting.”

The meeting being in some random AU with them, Error, Dream and Blue.

Blue pulls Dream near and puts an arm around his shoulders “Hey it will be fine. Error already hid where they are hiding and only us two know he is even alive.”

Dream shakes his skull “They just need to start checking universes. As soon as they find the right one they will know he is there. And notice Error’s meddling.”

Nightmare shoots Error a worried look but Error just shrugs “I will be fine. Balance already hates me anyway.” Nightmare does not look happy as he glances at Dust.

Dust frowns “They will just know? how?”

Dream searches for the right words “It is a god thing… if we are in a universe we can notice fellow gods or stuff changed by gods. It is why Nightmare and I could always sense each other.”

Killer tilts his skull “Seriously? I thought that was just a twin thing?”

Nightmare shakes his skull “No it was a god thing.”

Killer huh’s and looks off into the distance.

Horror frowns as he thinks “Meaning we can’t just keep hiding?”

Error shrugs as he looks to the side “I changed the universe code and makeup enough to make it unable to be found unless you make a very specific jump. The problem is that sometimes some gods can override bans placed by other gods.” He mutters softer “well… one exception with some very complicated and specific scenarios.”

Dust shoots Error a look “Can we copy that?” If they can do that maybe they can continue being relaxed here. Relax as they watch Nightmare develop his newly developing powers.

Error shakes his skull “Not without messing around with the save files, load files, reset files and save states.” He just shakes his skull at the looks everyone sends him “don’t ask how the guy made that mess work for himself.”

Dream looks at him worried “There has to be something we can do!”

Dust blinks as he feels a tug on his hoody. He looks to the side and sees nothing so he sighs “Cross. Visible please.”

A moment before Cross, and Nightmare, reappear again. Cross looks embarrassed. Nightmare however looks smug “We do what Dream did.”

Dust turns to Nightmare “What do you mean?” the silence around them is loud.

Nightmare nods “Dream says they can’t influence him because they know forcing him to change will attract attention. They don’t like being known. There is a reason people thought Error and I were the reason for all the bad stuff. Because they want us to be the face. They don’t want to be held responsible.”

Dust sees where he is going with this and doesn’t like it “Nightmare… please tell me you aren’t thinking what I think you are thinking.”

Nightmare keeps looking smug “We should reintroduce me.”

The loud and in sync shouting of No’s even surprises Dust as Cross after his own shout just holds Nightmare closer.

Killer sits down next to them “No. Nuh-uh. We aren’t doing that. Ever.”

Nightmare frowns “But we need to? If we don’t Fate or Balance will eventually find us.” He huffs as he crosses his arms “I like my domain but I can’t exactly use it to attack in anyway.”

Cross just holds him close and nuzzles his skull “We will defend you!”

Nightmare frowns “You guys are strong but…”

Error sighs “Fate and Balance are a league on their own… It is how they can just decide and change domains after all.” he sighs and shakes his skull “I don’t meet them a lot but lets say that near the start they made it clear what my domain entitled.”

Dust frowns and reconsiders some things. He never truly considered how Error ended up picking his domain. How Nightmare even knew what his entitled… If there are these much stronger beings around…

Horror must had made the same conclusion as he shoots Nightmare a look “what was your idea?”

Nightmare smiles a tiny bit as he speaks “We start reintroducing me. We start obviously with the safest options first and work from there. Then by the time they find us, it will be too late and old news and changing my domain will be too suspicious for them to do.”

Dream looks unhappy “Who would we reintroduce you to first?”

Nightmare grins with a knowing smile.

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Reaper frowns as he floats from side to side in the beautiful garden. Careful not to touch anything.

Life giggles “I think you are worrying for nothing old friend.”

Reaper groans “I don’t like this. are you sure about this? I can still change the location and we can skip this meeting.”

Life shakes his face and looks excited “Reaper. Hearing that Dream and Error want to meet us about something very special? With special guests? Of course I want to meet them.”

Reaper frowns as he looks around nervously “If people find out I knew where you were…”

Life shrugs as she makes her tea “Balance already knows either way. She knew before you did. They never told anyone either. Meaning in the end others not knowing isn’t that dangerous.”

Reaper sighs as he floats over to grab his own tea to drink “I still worry…”

Life nods “I know. You worry too much.” She grins at him teasing “So how is your secret beau?”

Reaper shoots her a look “Don’t start.”

Life giggles and hums a happy tune “You can hardly blame me. It is very rare you truly connect with someone.”

Reaper sighs as he rubs his neck “Don’t start.”

Life giggles before both of them look up as they notice the change in the air. New people have entered this hidden space.

Reaper and Life look out and hear a voice which Reaper knows is Error.

“Life generally is in this area by the blossom trees. I can only assume she and Reaper will be there.”

Reaper knows they both are listening for any other voices.

“Life just… hangs around here? Doesn’t that get boring?”

Reaper is still slightly shocked to hear Killer. He knew there was going to be a special guest but still.

Reaper knew that Error knew where Nightmare was and that means that he would knew where the gang is but still… it shocks him.

It only takes a moment before Error walks into view and he grins “See? found them.” and he continues leading the way. Dream is nearby with Blue as Killer walks in after them with Dust and Horror close behind.

Reaper frowns as he notes the obvious absent Cross and Nightmare but well… it is something.

Error leads them over as Life stands up herself with a small smile “It is a pleasure to finally see the faces of those who are the center of much talk around our universes.”

Reaper snorts as he sees all of them look sheepishly away.

Dream rubs his cheek “It is nice to finally get to meet you Life… I have heard much about you… Thank you for allowing us to visit you in your home!”

Killer rolls his sockets and copies his voice but softer and Dream does not even turn around or drop his smile as he kicks behind him and hits Killer’s shin.

Life smiles amused “Oh that is alright. I must say I was very curious about the fact that you wished to meet us.” And she waits.

Dream looks nervously at Error and Killer before looking to the side.

Error raises his brow at Killer and crosses his arms “Well?”

Killer shoots Horror and Dust a look. Dust nods to him and Killer turns to them with a smile “What can I say? We needed some time to relax and figure stuff out but now we are more than ready to continue on! Foremost.” He grins “Cross?”

Silence.

Killer sighs and turns around as he looks into the nothing “Cross I know you are there. Stop hiding the two of you.”

A very unhappy mutter.

Reaper blinks confused. He hadn’t even sensed Cross… How… Reaper glances at Life and Life looks shocked herself.

Reaper can understand him not noticing someone but this is Life’s realm. Her home. Made of her magic. How had she not noticed someone entering?

Killer glares and crosses his arms “Cross. We are here to reintroduce him.”

Cross grumbles unhappily but appears and-

Reaper stares and his mind blanks.

Nightmare is looking up at Cross highly amused before turning to Killer and holding out two arms. Killer easily takes him over before walking closer to Life and Reaper. Cross makes a wounded sound and hurries after Killer.

Killer grins as he proudly holds Nightmare up “Meet! Nightmare! God is restoration!”

Nightmare grins and raises a tiny tiny arm in a wave “hi.”

Oh shit even his voice is young and what even is this?!

Life coos and before Reaper can blink she is suddenly holding Nightmare and holding him close “Oh you are just adorable. No wonder they hid with you and kept the multiverse away from you.” she smiles happily at the panicked looking skeletons “Well? Are you all coming? I will make us a meal and we will talk about all that happened.” She nuzzles the tiny skull with a happy hum “Oh tiny skeletons are just too cute. I will make sure to make something you like. Do you have any favourites?”

Nightmare just stares at her confused as he shoots the other skeletons a helpless look.

Horror walks over and speaks calmly “His magic is still resettling and he can’t always eat everything…”

Life shoots him a look and nods “I understand.” He grabs hold of Horror and pulls him along too as she floats towards another part of her area “I assume you know about his diet? Come along we will prepare some for all of you.” she raises her voice and aims it at the others “Get comfortable! We will be right back.” And they disappear behind some bushes.

Killer slowly tilts his skull “… did that god just steal our mate and babybones?”

Dust looks after where they disappeared himself “I am honestly not sure…” he shoots Error a glare “I thought you said Life would be fine to be introduced to?”

Error huffs “Because she is?” he rubs the back of his neck “I guess it makes sense… she is the goddess of life. Of course she gets excited at the sight of children… I think she will eventually give him back to you guys…”

Cross is glaring into the distance “She better or I will not be held responsible for what I will do.”

Killer and Dust both look highly amused.

Reaper finally finds his voice “Why is Nightmare tiny?”

The others actually look at him and Blue grins widely “You got like two hours? It is a long story.”

Dream laughs and nods “I can only assume we have enough time before Life returns with Nightmare and Horror.”

Cross huffs “You guys explain.” He disappears from view, and Reaper suddenly can’t feel his lifeforce anymore.

Killer grins “Have fun hunting and stalking love! See you in a bit!”

Dust takes a seat in a chair and grins “Ready for a short explanation?”

Reaper nods and gets ready. He has no doubt this will be quite the tale.

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[elluminis]

making it to wano is crazy bc I don’t even mind the shitty-ass pacing when the animation looks like that. like I spent 900 episodes dealing with the slow pace and repetitive still shots for the story (bc one piece is worth consuming in whatever form you decide to consume it in) and it’s like now it’s all paid off!! now, instead of panning still shots, I get crazy fight scenes with cool framing and perspective. observation haki is animated with the coolest goddamn eye glint. there’s so much movement to everything and it’s incredible.

[everyryuujisuguro]

[kakusu-shipping]

Platonic f/o asks my beloved,,

Anyway, dogwood, cottonwood, and palm for Team Rocket!!

Thankyou very much the Squad!!!!! We love the (no so) Evil Crew!!

Dogwood - You've been quiet for a week or so- do they reach out to ask what's wrong, or do they let you have your space?

I can't imagine a situation where we're not physically right next to eachother that long, but if it did happen they'd reach out. They're a very clingy, prone to think the worst kind of crew.

Jessie's the least likely to reach out as she's pretty use to people just vanishing from her life, so she wouldn't be that worried. But Wobbeffet and Meowth worrying would eventually get her to cave and call me.

Cottonwood - If you took a vacation together, where would you go? What would you do?

Back to Alola! We'd visit Beware and Stufful, chill and play on the beach, plan to stay in a nice hotel just to have Beware INSIST we come home with her and rest in the cave... and honestly that is much better than any fancy hotel could be.

I'd also probably visit my brother Molayne while we're there, maybe finally introduce them to him.. but also probably not skdjkfsk They're shy and anxious around Gym Leader types.

Palm - If they did something you didn't agree with, would you call them out on it or let it slide? Would they call you out on something?

Jessie does whatever she wants and calling her out on it is a risk I'm not willing to take. Meowth maybe it depends on what he did, he's pretty reasonable. Wobbuffet has never done anything wrong in his life he is perfect.

Oh but they'd call me out for sure, especially Jessie. She eats Meowth's special dessert he was saving in the fridge? She did nothing wrong. I ate Meowth's special dessert he was saving in the fridge? I owe the entire hideout dessert now for such a heinous crime. Heaven forbid I actually do something to her she doesn't like...

I feel like following a crew of thieves around watching them attempt to steal some kid's Pikachu for years kind of lowers your standard for what's worth picking a fight over, but that's just me.

[todayisafridaynight]

Hiiii it's me again the nanba hater!

Adding to a conversation that's been over for like a day.

I liked the combat in y3 not because it was good but it was the only game where i used the grabbing mechanics. I also shot everything with guns witch helped.

The dragon engine games where much much worse. Y6 was pretty bad but i played yk2 before it so i was kinda used to it.

Yk2 was pretty bad too, it's a bit less buggy than y6 but I remember gliding and flying around alot especially in that first fight with ryuji.

Yk2 feels worse because i played yk1 before it and yk1 is easily one of the best battle wise.

Like a dragon is easily the worst, it's way to time consuming and it makes me very dizzy.

All of the dragon engine games generally feel slow and like kiryu or the party don't respond quickly enough and when they do they have very long animations. Y3 also feelt very slow but I like it because it matches the shitty graphics and I'm biased toward old crunchy games.

Doing pretty well in like a dragon! I have everyone at tier 5 bond except Nanba and Eri. I only have less than a week to finish the game before i go on holiday for 3 weeks wish me luck 😭😭

'nanba hater' is such a funny title but i cant argue with the 'hater' part ☠️☠️☠️

i agree with the dragon engine games though: the physics are really funny, but at times they really dont feel right or feel too floaty. the ps3 era games do feel the most grounded next to the unreal engine games imo

best of luck at finishing the game on time !

[yujisdreamgirl]

as the speakers blasted bass boosted music, you sit on the couch with a red cup in your hand, rationing the drink in it because you’re too afraid to go up to the bar alone.

it’s a bit crowded, your friends on the dance floor while you just watch other people rubbing up against each other. not an ideal way to spend your weekend when you have exams coming up but oh well, yolo.

you’re not much of a party person, well- you’ve tried to become one but it just didn’t work. not when it felt awkward to dance and everyone ignored you in conversations. you’ve never felt so unseen.

that was, until…

you felt the couch sink on your right side. you turn your head to see the one and only—“Most Popular” Playboy—Satoru Gojo.

you panic internally, why is he here?!

“hey,” you nod back in response to his greeting, visibly confused on why he’s talking to you—the girl he’s been basically in all of the same classes with since high school but has never uttered a word to?

“you here alone?” you hum in disagreement. he looks out to the crowd of dancers then back at you. “where are your friends?”

okay, now you’re really confused. why is he asking you all of these questions? is this a prank? “oh, uhm.. they’re on the dance floor.” he nods, then eyes your figure up and down.

“i like your ring, it’s from ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’ right?” your eyes light up, you definitely did not expect that. you stutter a bit before letting out a quiet mhm. he asked you to repeat it, and you just nodded. he smiles at you and suddenly you understand why every girl falls for— no, no. no you don’t. you’re not falling for this propaganda!!

“what other animes do you like?”

—

you step into the room upstairs, entering what looked and felt like being at an anime shop. blue walls, posters everywhere, displays of action figures in glass boxes… who knew this popular frat guy would be such a geek??

you spot various pieces of fiction, such as digimon, ghibli movies, 2000s romcoms, resident evil, and so much more!!!

“didn’t take you for a romcom guy.” he chuckles, sitting at the edge of his bed. “yeah, i don’t think anyone does.”

you hum then gasp at his displayed pokémon cards. “is that the pikachu illustrator?! how the hell did you acquire such a rare card??” he chuckles and explains how he got it, he’s rich obviously!

—

the night was long. the speakers still blare from downstairs, but you and gojo talked about the same interests for hours. this definitely wasn’t on your bucket list, ‘befriending’ the most popular guy in school history who also happens to be super similar to you??

in gojo’s eyes, he’s never met a girl like you. call him teruhashi from saiki k because everyone is all over him. he’s never even had a relationship or involved himself in hookups despite being known as a ‘playboy.’ but tonight.. tonight seemed genuine—like you’re not just another person who’s trying to get in his pants.

it can be tiring. despite there being people who would kill to be him, all he wants is someone he can settle down with for life. someone who’s not there for the money or the popularity, but for him. and that’s exactly how he feels about you. 4 hour conversations about films and niche interests? yes please.

his fantasy was cut off by the sound of a ringing phone—of course it was your friends. why did you have to leave the party just because they want to?

“i have to go, it was great talking to you though!” he grips the sheets as you smile, god you were adorable. he waves goodbye, sinking into the sheets as you closed the door behind you.

he’s definitely gonna search for you on campus tomorrow.

͙͘͡★ divider by @cafekitsune 🍡

[earlgreylatte]

Variant Madness

You thought he was your Mark.

Omni Mark and Shiesty Mark 2V1 you.

Breathing in, you savour the fresh air of the mountain trail you find yourself on. You had visited years ago, but you decided to come again to enjoy the scenery. Maybe you could find a cool rock for Mark and Oliver, too.

You hope things are peaceful for them too, but even if there is another threat that needs to be taken care of, you’re sure Mark would be able to come find you easily enough.

You feel a bit pathetic that you already miss him, even though you’re going to see him in a couple of hours. You suddenly find yourself understanding Debbie’s usual amusement when she watched you two. You really acted like a lovesick puppy, sometimes.

Feeling your phone buzz from your pocket, you fumble for a second as you’re broken from your thoughts, rooting through your jacket to find it. Just as your fingers begin to pull it out a sudden rush of air hits you from behind, your jacket’s hood suddenly pushed over your head as you drop your phone onto the soil as dirt is kicked up into the air.

You whip around, to find…Mark? He was still wearing his black and blue suit, but his entire head was now covered, making him look a little intimidating, with his mouth and hair covered.

He stares at you wordlessly.

“Were you in that much of a rush to show me your new costume? I mean, you just got a new one from Art just a couple of months ago,” you speak up, rubbing the dirt out of your eyes, “Honestly, you could have caused a dirt storm or something…”

He breathes out your name.

You tilt your head, “Is something wrong? Did something happen? Are Debbie and Oliver okay—!?”

Your worrying is cut off when within an instant he has you crushed to his chest, arms locked around you as he buried his head against your neck.

“I just really missed you,” he whispers.

Looks like he’s a lovesick puppy, too.

You can’t hold back a dopey smile, “I missed you too.”

You jolt in his arms when you realize your phone is still vibrating; a redial, so possibly urgent.

“Mark, my phone—“

You’re interrupted again when he pivots you so your back hits a nearby tree, his mask rolled up enough to reveal his mouth which soon presses against yours.

Anything you wanted to say is forgotten as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He groans into your mouth as his hands plant themselves to your waist as he places a knee in between your legs.

He moves from your lips to your neck, pressing adoring kisses against your pulse point before helping you shrug off your jacket, letting it to the ground as his hands slide under your shirt, gloved fingers brushing against your ribcage.

“Mark,” you breathe, heart swelling at the sweet intimacy he was more than willing to give you.

Your attention is broken again when you notice your phone is still ringing, your gaze sliding from the man nestled against you to the forest floor where your phone laid.

Your body stiffens.

The caller ID illuminating your phone was one you could recognize even from afar just from the amount of heart emojis you set for…your boyfriend.

The boyfriend that was currently with you.

Whose grip on you begins to tighten as your heart starts to hammer in your chest.

You shakily bring up your hands to hook your fingers beneath his mask, slowly pulling it up as he remains as still as a statue. The face is familiar, if not a little more worn, but the brown eyes you held so dear were now filled with a sadness deep enough to drown you.

This wasn’t your Mark.

Mark was definitely lucky he was attractive, you decide.

If he wasn’t, you definitely wouldn’t have tolerated the sheer annoyance his two variants were causing you.

“Were you a virgin or something until now? Because you fuck like a noob,” A Mark with a wild rag mask laughed as the one that was dressed like Omni Man 2.0 pounded into you, your back pressed against an alleyway wall, the area long deserted from the destruction the two men unleashed on the city.

“I doubt you even know what you’re talking about, with how you talk like a preteen boy,” The red and white Mark huffs, tone passive enough that you’d think he didn’t care about his copy’s words if not for his pace speeding up and his thrusts going deeper and deeper until your voice reaches a new octave.

The other Mark scoffs, “Well, not that she minds, already looks cockdrunk off your tiny dick. Hey, sweetheart, bet I can take you to heaven and back with one stroke.”

“I will kill you.” The Mark fucking into you, tightens his grip, turning to death stare the now laughing Invincible.

“Aww, is daddy mad? Scared she’s going to want to run away with me once I slip my dick in her?”

You can’t believe you have to orgasm while listening to their dumbass argument…

“Hey, if you’re going to hog her pussy, at least move her so I can put that mouth to use—“

Annoying people really shouldn’t be so hot.

The invincible tag is so good rn, I’m actually in tears…

Decided to do a 2in1 special because people really want me to make a part two of that other variant post…it will come…

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