#but in the manga he looks so tiny here

[mishy-mashy]

Something I made in a post that I think'll be lost in the texts + expanded a bit more

These panels are chronological events following AFO's pursuit of Yoichi's Factor.

AFO could tell if people were related through a Quirk. AFO and OFA also are connected to each other. In Kamino, AFO could confidently tell All Might that OFA had been passed on, so all that All Might had left were leftover embers.

When AFO killed Kudo, he asked where Yoichi was. He knew Kudo wasn't the holder of Yoichi's Factor at that time. He also realized when looking at Yoichi's hand that Yoichi's natural Factor was so weak he hadn't registered its existence. This implies AFO could sense Factors since he was young, and Yoichi's natural Factor never stood out to him.

Below are three panels of Bruce (right to left). Bruce fought, AFO killed him, and looked away in disinterest.

When he beat down Bruce, he already had a sense that Bruce didn't hold the Factor anymore. That's why, rather than yell in his face to figure out where it is and interrogate for a long time, he pulled up his corpse to inspect him better.

Bruce's corpse isn't resisting anything. Look at his feet; AFO literally dragged him. Bruce is already dead. Yet he's looking for something from him.

Bruce doesn't have anything for him. Nothing AFO wants.

When he looks away, he's dismissing Bruce, because Bruce doesn't hold Yoichi. AFO is wondering where Yoichi is, because he knows now that he's out there somewhere. Thus the pensive look to the wind.

After Bruce is killed, AFO and Garaki meet for the first time. Shinomori has Yoichi at this time, and AFO never comes close to him, so AFO is lost. He doesn't have any leads, and Yoichi has vanished.

Now that he knows Yoichi can transfer, it's possible for Yoichi to be kept out of his reach for the rest of his life. So meeting Garaki and having access to Life Force gives AFO more time to search.

Yoichi is still missing for 18 years though, because Shinomori is in hiding. AFO couldn't find him during the Fourth's turn.

This is why, when he encounters Banjo, the Fifth and active wielder of OFA [Yoichi], AFO is smiling.

It's been a long time, but Yoichi's in reach again. He knows where he is now. And this is the first time he's encountered the current holder.

Thus his shock.

[Yet... you never behave as I wish.]

It was the first time a Quirk wouldn't let itself be stolen. This was AFO's first encounter with this wall: it doesn't transfer without the holder's consent, and requires willpower stronger than all the holders combined to override that.

The holder is never going to give him that consent. To override the collective willpower, he's going to need something greater.

Meanwhile, look at Banjo's arms. Shinomori is the catalyst to tip OFA over the edge, that an unprepared vessel will be destroyed by how strong the Quirk is.

Banjo's arms are both messed up below the shoulder, just like Midoriya used to be. And like Midoriya uses Blackwhip to reinforce himself and stay standing, Banjo uses Blackwhip to hold his fist / arm together. His hand is being wrapped to stay in a fist.

(What I think is) The reason the limbs turn red, and then purple, from breakage, is a matter of blood vessels. Small, itty bitty, fragile things.

Using OFA breaks the whole area, from bones to blood vessels, causing internal bleeding. Thus the redness. But breaking those vessels again in a second go turns the area purple, because it causes instantaneous internal bruising.

But En wasn't ripped apart by using OFA. There's a cut on his thumb that lines up with the path of destruction; AFO sliced him in half. Otherwise, he wouldn't have that cut if it were just OFA.

It's hidden by the text in [... you never behave as I wish], but depending on where you see this chapter, you can see he got cut on the thumb. It's clearer where we see Nana take his hair from him, in [I only want... to make you mine!]

I have a post in drafts about En being cut in half rather than it being because of OFA, but I also hit an image limit, so I'm gonna end here. Ta.

[every-enji]

🔥 // Ch 84

[technikki]

canot stop looking at my icon he's sooo cute ithink this is one of my favorite official don arts. look at these fucking creatures

[every-koito]

[pseudowho]

"Fushiguro, be honest--"

Yuuji stood in a freshly pressed suit, crisp and ironed and combed, and held his arms out for Megumi's appraisal.

"--would I make a good first impression in this?"

"No," Megumi intoned, without even looking up from his manga. Yuuji groaned, turning on the spot, his fingers tangling in his peachy hair as he whined, beseeching Megumi.

"Awww, c'mon Fushiguro...Nanami called me. Today's the day."

Megumi stopped reading, looking up with his eyebrows raised. A moment of genuine excitement ran through him as he leaned forwards from his pillows.

"Today? Are you serious? Are they sure?"

Yuuji fizzled, pacing and ruffling his own hair, alight with nervous anticipation.

"Yeah, they're positive-- it started in the night-- I can't stop looking at my phone--"

Megumi interrupted, flat and not to be argued with.

"I'll drive you to the hospital, when Nanami calls you."

Yuuji breathed out a shuddering puff of air, grinning, feet tapping.

"Yeah...okay, yeah. Thanks, Fushiguro."

Only Megumi's eyes softened, at the thrill running off Yuuji's skin. He looked at Yuuji, silently appraising.

While Yuuji had the body of a man, he had not the emotional maturity needed to truly fill the suit and weave it to his soul. A suit is so incongruous on one who is not yet a man. Still, Megumi continued, softer.

"You'll make a good first impression. Not that they'll remember it."

Yuuji's lip puckered up, watching the summer rain patter as he leaned on the windowsill.

"Yeah...but I will."

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"Yuuji." A low, tired rumble on the phone. Yuuji was breathless with anticipation, his heart thick in his chest.

"Da--...Nanamin, is...is it...?"'

"They're fine, they...she's here, it's over, it's...its finally over."

Yuuji felt tears prickle in his nose, having never heard Nanami Kento sound so broken and so complete.

Yuuji took one great sniffle, and nodded hard, grabbing a bouquet of flowers from his desk. Megumi stood, listening intently and grabbing his jacket and keys.

"I--I'll come, I'll be right there, Fushiguro...Fushiguro is driving--"

"Good. Great, I..." Kento's voice sounded thick, and Yuuji's stomach twisted, wishing he could reach through the phone and hold him. Nanami continued, his voice hoarse.

"...I'd be grateful for the company, Yuuji."

The drive took a thousand years. Megumi was smooth, flawless. He was closer to manhood than Yuuji was, but waited for him to catch up with an outstretched hand. When Yuuji jumped out at the hospital atrium with nary a goodbye, white-knuckled around his bouquet and smart suit, Megumi simply smiled, watching him go.

Claggy-tongued and numb footed, Yuuji made his way through the hospital, rendered dumb with nerves. Bowing, and bowing again as a midwife allowed him into the ward, Yuuji's heart squeezed again as he saw your room number on the wall; Ward Seven, Room Three.

He raised a hand, and in the half-second before knocking, Yuuji's life flashed before his eyes; every trial, every agony, every loss and every near loss, every tear and every smile and every embrace and battle and war and fear and pain and love that he had lost and love that he had won, hard fought, and he could only hope that it was enough that he could be enough to fill the suit because he sure as hell wasn't man enough to fill it yet--

Knock knock.

"Come in."

Yuuji swung open the door, his eyes wide, and stepped over the threshold into his formative memory of the moment he became a man. The sound of rain, the distant tiny cries, the smell of petrichor and new life. The edges of this new memory were rosy, flush with pink and gold.

You, sat in bed, tired and shiny-cheeked and exquisite, pressing one hand over your lips and about to cry for the boy you loved.

Kento, with his back to the door, his shirtsleeves rolled up, and his broad shoulders rendered gentle by the obsessive, adoring love that sunk into every fibre of his being. He held something precious in his arms.

When Kento turned, time stopped. A wee baby girl, just hours old, yawned a chubby-cheeked yawn against her father's chest. She scrunched and squeaked as she stretched against the blankets, and Yuuji uttered an involuntary 'oh'.

Yuuji dropped the flowers to the floor, stepping forwards, instinctually reaching out for such treasure.

Kento looped a hand out, pulling Yuuji in by the nape of the neck and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Yuuji...she's here. Your little-- if you want her-- little sister--"

Yuuji hiccuped. Gingerly, tenderly he accepted the warm, blanketed bundle pressed into his arms. He looked down, shaking and blinking away tears, placing one thick finger in a tiny hand. Nanami rubbed a hand down his jaw, another hand on his hip, and huffed a single wet laugh.

"Why...why the suit, Yuuji?"

"I just...I wanted to make a good first impression."

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Inspired by that old video of the guy wearing a suit to go and meet his new baby niece.

[sophiria]

Dulcis Amor

dad!Gojo Satoru x mom!Reader cw: 18+ themes, jjk manga spoilers, post-canon fix-it, references to babytrapping and mentions of birth control, a little bit of manipulation and deception, unmarried couple, twisted and fluffy feelings, vague mention of the reader's hair, implied that you're a little obsessed with each other words: around 900

Satoru was lounging on the Engawa, keeping a watchful gaze on your form inside the bedroom. As you slept peacefully under the blankets, your son fussed in his arms, and the hint of a smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh?" Satoru breathed out, shifting his child so he could rest better on his chest. "Is the little Gojo missing his mom?"

Your son wriggled slightly before going back to sleep. "Back to using me as a pillow, hm?" Satoru mused. "I guess your dad is okay too."

He had never thought a romantic partner was in his cards, let alone having a child. And yet…

He briefly closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. He had died. Murdered by Sukuna. And you made a Binding Vow to bring him back to life.

(Satoru had been furious with you—he had already accepted his death, and you had sacrificed something precious for him.

The Strongest had never known someone who cared for him as much as you did.)

His son stirred on his chest. Satoru looked down at your child. Fatherhood...who would have thought?

It only took one time, one burst of passion (and love, something Satoru could only acknowledge in his mind), and you were pregnant with his child, his heir.

As Satoru was lost in thought, you quietly joined him on the Engawa. Your expression softened as you gazed at your son sleeping soundly on his father's chest.

Satoru peered at you through his pitch-black glasses and motioned for you to join them. You did so and stopped beside the recliner where your lover and child rested.

You caressed your son's head before running your fingers through Satoru's hair, and he smirked softly. "You're such an affectionate mama," he teased, his voice low and hushed. "You're always spoiling us both."

You huffed before smiling, then gently picked up your son, who gripped onto your clothes with his tiny hands. He cooed, and you tickled his nose, making him laugh. Satoru's heart fluttered at the heartwarming sight, and he swallowed hard. He had to look away for a moment, taking a deep breath.

(That's his family. His beautiful little family. Something he never thought he'd have, something he never thought he'd wanted.)

You brought your little one inside, and he yawned as you placed him gently into the crib. 

Satoru followed you and wrapped his arms around your torso from behind. He nuzzled your neck, and his loose snow-white hair brushed against your skin. 

One of your hands found the nape of his neck and stroked it. He purred at your touch, relishing it. "I don't think I'm ever going to let you out of the Gojo estate."

You brushed your nose against his hair. "You won't, hm?"

Satoru lifted his head from the crook of your neck, and his sky-blue eyes found yours. "You're you and the mother of my child. Do you think I would allow any harm to come your way, especially now that you can no longer use Cursed Energy?"

You eyed him with a mixture of curiosity and apprehensiveness. "Since when are you this overprotective?"

He briefly narrowed his eyes. "Since you decided it was a good idea to sacrifice your cursed energy to bring me back."

You heaved a sigh. "Here we go again," you mumbled. "Satoru, I did it for you, I—"

"I know," he cut you off in a deep voice, raising to his full height before cupping one of your cheeks and angling your face towards his. "I know. But you shouldn't have sacrificed your cursed energy."

Your lips parted as you gazed into his eyes, though before you could reply, Satoru leaned forward and took your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. Your noses brushed against one another, and you closed your eyes. He opened his own, looking down at you through his lashes while slightly tightening his hold on your cheek and waist.

Satoru wondered if you were ever going to figure out that him getting you pregnant wasn't a mistake—that he chose to deactivate his Infinity while the two of you had sex.

(He had to do it. You sacrificed your nature as a sorcerer to bring his soul back to life, and he wanted to keep you safe and bound to him.)

You leaned back to breathe in some air and looked at him through half-lidded eyes. "I need to tell you something," you said, bringing your hand to his face to cup his cheek. "About the pregnancy."

Satoru's posture stiffened, although he managed to keep his expression nonchalant. "What about it?"

You began stroking his jawline. "Me getting pregnant...it wasn't a mistake, nor a malfunction of your cursed technique."

He desperately tried to keep a straight face. "Oh really? So you're telling me it wasn't my Infinity acting up?"

You hesitated, and your hand left his face. You then wrapped your arms around his upper body, snuggling up to him. The tension began to leave his body, and he held you to himself. "I was never on birth control," you admitted, voice muffled by his chest. His eyes widened at your words—wait, what? Did you— "I'm sorry I lied about it, Satoru."

You sniffled and held onto him in what seemed to be a silent way to beg for forgiveness. His eyes twinkled, and Gojo felt something akin to butterflies in his stomach. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmured, caressing your back in a comforting manner. "It's okay. I'm not angry." He buried his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. "I could never be angry at how much you've always wanted me."

[mintmatcha]

obsessed with kirishima in that new sero series ngl,,, if you ever want to or decide to write, i'd love to hear abt kirishima and reader hanging out- or just how they are with each other. how they became friends etc etc

anyways,,, how have u been miiiint how's it going ;w;

on her knees, his mom smoothed his hair down one day and told him he had to be friends with the girl across the hall. the city was still half built from after the war, his own cuts healed, yet pink.

"you're such a sweet boy," she mumbled, with a kiss on the forehead. "go be sweet."

and so, he was marched over, box of sweets in hand.

"i'm eijiro-" he uses his given name when you answer the door, instead of the family one labelled outside their door. "my mom made these for you."

You don't reach out to take the box. he's afraid you're about to back up and close the door when you shake your head.

"you d-didn't need to do that," you whisper, ducking away from eye contact. Oh, he thinks. That's why his mom sent him over here.

"it's cool!" He pushes the box forward and you gingerly take it, "My mom loves to do stuff like this."

You bow, just a dip of your head, and Kirishima gets a view into the apartment. It's smaller than his family's, with the living room right by the front door and the walls glossed with pink posters. There's a bookshelf packed with figurines and manga.

"whoa." Kirishima gapes. "your parents much really like anime."

"Oh, uh-" You shut the door a bit, trying to block his view. "I-it's just me. I like anime."

"Your parents let you decorate the apartment? That's so cool."

"no, it's just me." You still can't meet his eye. "My parents live out in the country side and it's too far away from my school."

It's not uncommon for students to get apartments near their high schools, but Kirishima thinks it's a strange choice for something as skittish as you. Living by yourself, in the middle of the city, while they rebuild it all: he doesn't know if he could do it.

"That genius school down the road?" Kirishima points in the (probably incorrect) direction. It's not UA, of course, but it's just as competitive to get in. "You gotta help me with math sometime-- I'm drowning."

For the first time, you smile.

"I am not a genius," you say. "But I can take a look."

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Thursdays turn into tutoring sessions. You're a year behind him in school, but a year ahead of him in math, which makes you a tough grader. Kirishima thinks that you might actually be a genius sometimes. His mom pays you in warm meals, his dad irons your uniform for you when he has the time.

It fills the gap leaving the dorms left in his social life.

"don't you get lonely?" he asks one night, sitting in the middle of your apartment. the faucet leaks, a constant, drip, drip, drip, that your dad promises to fix the next time he can make the train ride over. "your friends from school never come over."

you've scribbled little Xs across your piece of scrap paper, each one tiny and dark, drawn with a shaking hand.

"yeah," you say, "it's okay. they're just busy, i guess."

[staylovesmiley]

Give Me Your TMI~ Chapter 8

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Yang Jeongin x Fem!reader, Stray kids x Fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; In a world where Humans and Hybrids should be living as equals, Hybrids are still viewed as being closer to their animalistic side than their humanistic. Deep in the woods lives a band of misfit hybrids who reject these societal views and keep to themselves, choosing to live away from humans. What happens when the youngest of this rogue group meets a lost Human girl, befriending her after an incident where he must rely on her for help?

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; hybrid!au, female!reader, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, she/her pronouns used for reader, this is very loosely based off the overall themes/tones of the manga and anime fruits basket~

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ special chapter warnings; talks of cult-like behavior (nothing too in depth), graphic depictions of violence, multiple character deaths, mild references/implication of ptsd, smut, threesome, mxmxf, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), knotting, cum-sharing, mild dirty talk?? I think that’s everything- VIOLENCE WILL BE MARKED WITH PINK TEXT BEFORE AND AFTER SO THOSE WHO WOULD LIKE TO SKIP IT MAY DO SO but it is major plot points so I tried to dial it back as much as possible and not be super descriptive- proceed with caution if easily triggered

The world outside was cold, blanketed in a thick white sheet of snow that never seemed to end even weeks after the first snow fall.

With the weather persisting the way it was, fresh snow falling just as the previous was showing signs of melting even slightly, Chan had made the decision to cut back on patrols. You weren’t sure if it was fully because of the snow or if the protection they realized they had having a human here had caused the wolf hybrid to feel a bit more at ease causing him to change from daily patrols to now only weekly.

It had been nice, regardless of the reason behind it, to have the canines at the cabin more often. You slowly began to wear the beagle hybrid down as you found Seungmin warming up to you more and more each day, even seeking out your company on his own some afternoons when you would be in his and Jisung’s shared room reading to the chipmunk from the book you had gifted him.

Today was one of those days, sitting curled up with Seungmin on one side and Jisung on the other as you helped the later sound out words while teaching him to read simple sentences from the book.

You felt a sudden tugging feeling in your chest causing you to look up at the doorway and see Jeongin leaning against the wooden frame, a soft smile on his face and his ears twitching lightly atop his head. A matching smile found your lips and you giggled at him, shaking your head. “What?” The fox shrugged, slowly entering the room and coming to sit at the edge of the bed. “Dunno, just thinking about how you told me once you wanted to be a teacher…you would have been a really good one, I think.” At the youngest’s words Jisung gasped, sitting up a bit straighter as he looked at you with his soft brown eyes so wide they looked comically. “You were a teacher before? That’s so cool! No wonder you are so smart.” Your smile saddened as you shook your head, hand coming up to brush some of his hair away from his face and give a few soft scratches behind his tiny ears. “No, I wasn’t…just wanted to be one. I kind of helped my mama teach my younger siblings sometimes but it wasn’t more than a dream, really…I was made for other things in life, not meant to work or have a job.”

Your words made the hybrids around you frown, Seungmin being the one to speak up after a while. “You…talk about yourself like a hybrid would. Like you’re not human- why?”

You paused for a moment, looking between their faces hesitantly before sighing softly. “I was raised that way, I guess…taught that women and men were very different and that it is a woman’s duty to provide for their husbands in a more…traditional way.” They all looked at you expectantly, their eyes urging you to continue and you shook your head with a little laugh. “Why the sudden curiosity with how I was raised?” You questioned, tilting your head at them slightly. “It’s not sudden, we’ve just been holding back cause you didn’t seem to wanna talk about it before…and because we didn’t know you as well then.” Jisung said softly, curling into your side as his sweet syrupy scent washed over you. Jeongin fought the growl in the back of his throat as the older hybrid clung to you, the fact that you were his mate being the only thing to calm him as he watched the chipmunk heavily scent you so openly in front of him even though he knew Jisung meant nothing by it and was only wanting to comfort you.

With another sigh, you nodded and decided to indulge them a bit. “I grew up in a very strict environment. Little boys are raised to be strong and to provide for their families while little girls are raised to be good wives. Women are seen more as property than people, I guess the way hybrids are…” The room was silent as the three hybrids watched you tell your tale of where you came from, but with your newfound hearing abilities you could hear how their heartbeats’ quickened at your words. “I was taught to cook, clean, raise children, and obey….first to obey my father and by extension my mother, and then to obey my husband for when the time would come. I was the oldest of twelve so-“ Jeongin cut you off then, a loud gasp coming from his lips. “Twelve?! There were twelve of you?” You laughed a bit at his reaction, nodding your head. “Yes. Eight sisters and three brothers. Again, I was the oldest so that would make nine girls total…my father wasn’t too pleased that they had so many girls so they kept trying until mama had the triplets.”

Seungmin shifted in his seat beside you, his arms coming to wrap around your waist almost protectively as his chin came to rest on your shoulder. This was the kind of affection he only gave you when in the confines of his and Jisung’s room. “Would you have had that many babies with your husband?” You frowned at the mention of Jason, but nodded slowly. “I suppose I would have, yeah. If that is what my husband asked of me, I would have had to obey him. I wouldn’t have really had a choice…” Jeongin frowned, he could feel the stinging in your heart at the thought of your marriage and it caused the fix to pull you away from the other hybrids and into his arms protectively. “But you don’t have to listen to him anymore. You’re with us now, you’re free. What they taught you was so- it’s stupid.” You couldn’t help but laugh, giving the hybrid a gentle kiss to his lips. “I know it is…still- I feel this heavy sense of guilt about it all. Even if it wasn’t what I wanted and I don’t agree with it, it’s what I was raised and taught to do…it took a lot for me not to obey Jason and leave with him that day when he came because everything in me was screaming to not disappoint him and that I had to listen to him.” They all frowned at that, their scents souring as Jeongin’s arms tightened their hold on you. “If you hadn’t been out there with me I may have gone with him…thank you, Innie.” The fox hummed softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck where his bite mark was still imbedded. It was scared over now, a constant reminder that the two of you were now bonded inseparably. Unlike your marriage, however, it felt comforting to you. You knew Jeongin would never demand anything from you, and so the bonds of mating felt more gentle and protective than binding and controlling.

This was how your days with the hybrids went on. With the news of Jeongin successfully mating you, the hybrids were a bit in shock at first. Curiously, Minho had interrogated the both of you as to what changes had happened since the bite as you told him of your growing bond with the youngest hybrid. Chan had been…oddly pleased. He was curious as well, asking about as many questions as Minho. When they found out you could smell them now everyone excitedly began asking what you thought their scents smelled like. You explained it as best as you could, though some were easier to pinpoint than others. Seungmin was cedar, sweet yet strong and when you told him as much he blushed something furiously and hid behind a laughing Changbin who quickly shut up as a blush of his own fanned over his cheeks hearing you compliment his overwhelmingly warm cinnamon scent. Felix and Minho were harder to place, something sweet and spicy that blended together well and caused you to feel comforted and warm. Jisung was very sweet like syrup or honey, something that you felt suited him well. Hyunjin was like fresh wild flowers, something bright and sunny and it made you smile as he would snuggle into your side while you were in the kitchen or drape himself over you on the couch while you rested. Chan’s was a strong scent of sandalwood that reminded you of a cologne your grandfather used to wear before he passed, he had always been fond of you and always treated you kindly as he hadn’t been a part of the religious group you were raised in. Unfortunately you saw less and less of him as you grew older until one day you were told of his passing, devastating you greatly as you never had a chance to say goodbye. Jeongin’s scent was the most comforting to you, though you assumed that was because of the mating bond you shared. Balsam was never a scent that appealed to you before meeting him, but now it smelled like coming home, like safety and security. Overall their scents were pretty woodsy and natural and it made you feel so at home to be surrounded by them all.

As days turned into weeks you felt the threat whispered to you by your husband were only a distant memory fading into obscurity.

You were currently cuddled up with Hyunjin on the couch, mindlessly running your fingers through his hair as you read by the light of the fireplace. It was starting to get dark out and the canines were on their weekly patrol, set to arrive back sometime soon. Since a lot of the chores were cut down due to the weather, Minho had allowed Changbin to help him with dinner that evening and give you the night off. It was nice to be able to just relax, even though the chores you were tasked with weren’t all that strenuous you still enjoyed time to rest and spend together with the hybrids or even by yourself on rare occasion.

A noise from outside caught you off guard, your newly sensitive ears picking up sounds that sometimes the hybrids themselves counted off as nothing and tended to drown out.

Whispering. You heard two people whispering and the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow.

Before you could even process what you were doing you were making your way to the front door as you pulled your loose cardigan tighter around yourself. “Pretty? What is it?” Hyunjin called out, getting up instantly to follow after you. “Someone’s here…I think- no…Jinnie stay here.” You said softly, giving his cheek a soft peck before you headed out into the cold.

*violence starts here*

There, standing at the bottom of the front porch steps, was a face you never thought you’d see again.

Her light brown hair was pulled back, showing off her sharp pointed features. Her nose was upturned, a look of disgust clearly evident as she watched you with so much disappointment and judgment it made your skin crawl. “M-Mama?” Jason, who stood beside the older woman, smirked at you before stepping up to meet you at the front door. “I told you that I would be back, dear wife.” His words were like venom, spat with so much distain for you and you flinched as his face came mere inches from your own.

“Jason I- why did you bring her…” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as if it were obvious. “To talk some sense into you, of course. Clearly you have forgotten your place in this world.”

Your blood ran cold from the tone of his voice, a shiver running through you that you were sure wasn’t just from the wind blowing and snow starting to fall once more on the mountain. “You need to listen to your husband, y/n. This is not how I raised you.” Her voice was bittersweet, like cough syrup so sickeningly sweet to make the bitter drugs easier to stomach. “Come now, it’s time for you to leave.”

You frantically shook your head, backing up against the door to retreat safely inside but Jason wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed hold of your wrist tightly, causing you to scream out in pain. “Shut up and listen for once you ungrateful bitch.” He shouted, the palm of his hand making contact with your cheek leaving a sharp stinging pain in its wake. “Mama please- please I can’t go with him he-he tried to kill me!” You shouted to your mother, hoping your pleas would somehow soften her even though that is not the woman you knew your mother to be. She had always been rather cold towards you and your siblings, often times telling you how she never wanted children at all. You never once felt warmth or love from her, no matter how hard you tried to please her. Still- surely she wouldn’t make you go home with the man who had wanted you dead, right? “Oh quit those ridiculous lies and obey your husband. He knows what’s best for you.”

Hot tears began to spill down your cheeks at her careless words, her hand waving dismissively towards you as you still struggled to pull away from Jason’s strong grip.

At the sound of your screaming, Hyunjin couldn’t wait any longer where he had been standing on the other side of the door. Even though he was scared, he took a deep breath and once outside his eyes widened at the sight. In front of him you were being pulled down the stairs by your husband, cheek slightly swollen from where you had been struck and his grip on you so tight it threatened to break your wrist as your mother stood with arms crossed over her chest as if she was getting impatient with your stubbornness.

The ferret had to think fast, glancing behind him once at the house where Minho and Changbin had once been before running to get Seungmin and Chan. Felix and Jisung were instructed to stay upstairs in a room and lock the doors until they arrived back with the canines. It was only him left to protect you.

With all the courage he could muster the hybrid charged forward and threw all of his body weight into the man, knocking both of them to the ground with a thud. “Hyune-“ you said in shock, quickly helping him up and off of where Jason lay cursing in the snow.

“You stupid fucking animal! Don’t you know not to stick your nose in places it doesn’t belong?!” He screeched, standing up and stalking towards where the two of you were running up the stairs to get back inside. Jason’s fist curled into the ferret’s long black hair and pulled him back as the hybrid let out a pained scream. “Hyunjin!” You turned to watch in terror as Jason slammed him to the ground my his hair, giving him a hard punch to the face before beginning to kick him in the stomach repeatedly. “Stupid fucking mutts, all of you are.” He spat, Hyunjin curling in instinctually on himself to try and protect himself from the blows. You made to run and protect him but the hybrid looked up and gave you a pained look. “Go inside, Pretty! Lock the doors and don’t come out!” You hesitated, feeling sick to your stomach at the thought of leaving him there but at your hesitancy he screamed. “Go!” That was the push you needed, stumbling a bit as you ran inside the house and frantically began calling out for Minho though weren’t aware he had already left to find the wolf hybrid for help.

In your desperation to find the cat hybrid you had forgotten to close and lock the door behind you as Hyunjin had instructed, a cold chill running up your spine as you heard a voice speak up behind you. “You really were always such a useless girl.” Your mother said coldly, causing you to whip around and face the woman. “I remember when you were born you wouldn’t stop crying, so pathetic. I knew then that you would never stop being a disappointment. The first born being a girl was a terrible omen for your father and I, I should have drowned you before you were old enough to talk back and disobey.”

You froze with fear, watching her walking towards you with malice practically oozing out of her. “Mama please-“ She scoffed, backing you into the kitchen as you felt along the counter blindly to hold your balance from how hard you were shaking. “Don’t call me that. You lost the right to call me your mother a long time ago.” She spat, inching closer to you with each step. Your hand suddenly felt the handle of the kitchen knife Minho had been using to prepare dinner, your fingers clutching it like a lifeline as you quickly swung the sharp instrument out in front of you. “St-Stay back, mama! I don’t want to hurt you-“ Your voice was shaking, hands trembling though you gripped the blade’s handle with both hands as tight as you could manage. Her laugh was vile, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up as she still advanced towards you. “And what exactly do you plan on doing? You’re such a weak, dim little girl. So ignorant and yet so stubborn.” You closed your eyes tightly, fighting her words in your mind as they swarmed around you like mosquitoes on a hot summers day threatening to drain you of your confidence and self worth as they had so much as a child.

Meanwhile, out in the snow, Jason continued his assault on the ferret. He continued to kick and punch the hybrid, Hyunjin letting out pathetic whimpers as he begged the man to stop.

Suddenly, an unknown force knocked Jason off his feet and into the biting cold of the snow covered ground. When he looked up he was met with the snarling face of a bright red fox, spit dripping off sharp fangs onto his face and for once in his life the man was actually afraid.

Jeongin growled deep in his chest, snarling at the man as Hyunjin struggled to sit up as he coughed up and spat blood from the beating he had taken. “Innie-“ his voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper and it fell on deaf ears as suddenly the younger hybrid began to claw and bite at the man’s face and chest. Hyunjin had to look away, unable to watch the horrific scene but he also couldn’t bring it in himself to stop the younger from doing so.

The fox was furious, practically drunk on his rage the second he felt your fear wash over him even from miles away in the forest he knew something was terribly wrong. When he finally burst through the clearing and saw Jason standing over the older hybrid with you nowhere in sight it was like a blinding white hot fire was lit inside of him and he couldn’t hold back as he continuously ripped into the man below him.

Back in the kitchen your mother continues to insult you, taunting you, and you feel yourself loosing your grip on reality the closer she got to you. “I knew I never should have married you to someone as young and full of potential. You would only hold Jason back and he would have been a much better fit for your little sister. Should have married you to Jeremiah instead, he’s much older and knows how to keep his wife in line.” You shook your head at the thought, the man she spoke of being almost as old as your father and already having three wives with one even younger than the last. “You are so useless you couldn’t even do something as simple as stay by your husband. You are such a disgrace, bringing dishonor to your father and me. Think of what everyone will say about us now that our daughter has abandoned her husband.”

You felt a deep since of guilt wash over you and you shook your head, eyes closed shut tightly. “Shut up! Shut up- just go away!” You shouted, but she only moved closer. “We have done everything for you to make sure you would have a good life and you are such an ungrateful child that you are throwing it all away. So entitled and spoiled! You are a blight on our family.” You screamed over her, eyes still closed as you lunged forward suddenly. “I said shut up!”

Before you could register your actions the knife in your hands sunk into her abdomen, eyes widened and stomach churning at the feeling. You looked up, gaze falling upon your mother’s shocked face as she let out a pained gasp before crumpling to the ground clutching the now gushing wound with both hands.

You immediately fell to your knees, panicking as you looked from your mother’s pained expression to the wound you had caused, to the rapidly growing puddle of blood on the kitchen floor. “M-Mama? Oh- oh no..no-“ You pulled her close, blood now staining your clothes and hands as you applied pressure to her wound.

“Pretty? Oh god-“ Minho’s voice sounded from in front of you as he walked in on the scene of you desperately trying to help your mother’s dying form. “Minho oh- please! We- we have to help her she’s- she’s hurt!” You cried now, tears falling freely as you smiled down at the woman in your arms. “Mama everything is gonna be okay- M-Minho is a really good healer he can help you-“ But when you looked down again here body was still, chest no longer moving with her shallow breathing and her eyes glossed over. “M-Mama?….Mama?!?” You began shaking her, as if trying to get her to wake up from a deep slumber as Felix now entered the room with a loud gasp seeing you covered in blood on the kitchen floor with your mother’s now dead body in front of you. “Mama! Please!” You screamed at her, even slapping her across the face in your desperation and Minho had to pull you away from her. Reality set in as he now held your sobbing frame against his chest, his body shaking along with your own as he stroked your hair comfortingly. The cat hybrids shared a look of concern before both of their eyes fell on the corpse now lying on their kitchen floor.

Jason’s screams fell on deaf ears at the fox continued to maul his flesh, the sounds quickly dying off as his teeth sunk into the meat of his neck and bit down, successfully ripping the flesh as the man beneath him let out a quiet gurgling sound as the life slowly faded out of him. Just then a large body knocked the fox down onto the crimson covered snow and he snarled a bit before recognizing the wolf over him, his body shifting until Jeongin’s human form began trembling in the cold. He was naked and covered in blood, the evidence of his animalistic killing covering his flesh now as Chan too shifted back into his human form as he caged the younger hybrid on the ground. “Chan-hyung…what-“ The wolf got up slowly and when Jeongin looked over to the now unrecognizable body of your husband laying in the snow his stomach wretched and he had to turn over on his side not to vomit all over himself. Oh god…he had done that- in his rage filled state it had felt almost like a distant dream…a nightmare he couldn’t escape from. Seeing it was all real caused the hybrid to break out into a choked sob.

*violence ends here (some mentions of what happened but nothing explicit)*

The wolf silently picked the younger hybrid up into his arms, carrying him inside when his eyes fell on where Minho was still holding you though you seemed to have entered a catatonic state, frozen and staring off into nothing as the cat hybrid looked at the oldest for help. Your mother still lay lifeless on the floor and Felix was crying as Changbin carried in a wounded Hyunjin and laid him down on the cleared off kitchen table so that they could bandage him up and treat his wounds.

“Pretty, go with Chan-hyung and Innie.” Minho spoke softly against your temple as he pressed a gentle kiss there, helping you to rise from your spot on the floor before guiding you to Chan’s awaiting arms.

As Minho went to help the others with Hyunjin, the wolf hybrid carefully guided both you and Jeongin into the bathroom in the back of his bedroom, setting both of you on the floor as he ran hot water into the bath.

You stared off at the wall, a numbness washing over you as you couldn’t handle the weight of what you had just done, while the hybrid next to you sobbed quietly.

The mix of the emptiness you felt with the crushing emotion Jeongin was feeling left you both lost as you couldn’t comprehend the juxtaposition of it all.

Once the bath was filled Chan turned to you and began stripping you carefully of your blood soaked clothes, discarding them in a pile on the floor. He helped both of you into the tub, the space odd to you as his bath was much larger than the one in the hall bath you and the other hybrids used.

Chan knelt beside the tub as he carefully washed the blood away from both of your bodies, Jeongin’s sobs quieting down to a stop as he now sat beside you just as numb as you were with his eyes red and puffy and his cheeks slightly sticky from the tears.

It was a while before anyone said anything, the wolf speaking up with a quiet voice. “I should have been here…I’m so sorry pretty, Ayen-ah..I should have protected you better.” The fox let out a little whimper at his words and you shook your head, hand coming to grasp his wrist and that’s when he noticed the deep bruising left behind from when your husband had tried to force you into leaving with him. A tear rolled down his cheek, free hand quickly wiping it away but you hadn’t missed it, tugging his hand to your face until you could press a kiss against his palm softly. “It’s over now….no use dwelling on it.” You said softly, though the emptiness in your voice sent a chill through the hybrids. You looked like a husk of your usually warm and bubbly self. The gentleness was still there but your eyes were hollow and it made Jeongin feel an unease as he shivered in the slowly cooling water. “Okay, you’re all clean- out.” Chan smiled weakly, helping both of you stand up and exit the tub before handing a towel to the younger hybrid for him to dry off. When he held a towel out you simply stared at it and he sighed, wrapping it around you himself before gently patting it against your skin. “Let’s get you dried off, yeah? Don’t want you catching a cold…” The way he was being so gentle stirred something within you, and before you could second guess your actions you leaned up and pressed your lips to his firmly.

His eyes widened, hands tightening their hold on the towel still in his hands. The wolf was shocked, to say the least, but allowed himself to melt into the kiss. When you pulled away and he caught sight of the fox now standing beside you he expected him to growl, maybe get possessive of you as his mate. What he wasn’t expecting was the younger hybrid to wrap his arms around the wolf’s neck and pull him into a kiss of their own, confusion flooding his brain as he once again allowed himself to be kissed deeply now by the younger hybrid.

Jeongin’s lips were softer than he expected, Chan quickly finding himself feeling intoxicated by the kiss. He wasn’t sure at first what this was but then it clicked, you both needed him. You needed to feel safe, close….you needed intimacy. He could smell it on both of you and so he pulled away, forehead resting against Jeongin’s as both hybrids caught their breath.

You let out a little whimper, towel falling off of your shoulders as you pressed your naked body against both of them. The wolf chuckled lightly, shaking his head at how needy you sounded before placing a hand at the back of your neck to pull you in for another kiss and you went so willingly.

As you and Chan deepened your kiss, Jeongin’s attention switched between kissing both of your necks and leaving little nipping bites there. A groan left the wolf and slowly he began to pull both of you back towards the bed until he was falling against it with the two of you on top of him.

You kissed down his neck, meeting Jeongin at some point as your lips locked in a heated and passionate kiss. The bond you both shared made you both feel like you had been lit ablaze with your desire to be closer with one another, hands roaming each others bodies where you sat over the wolf hybrid who watched you both hungrily.

Things continued this way for a while, you and the fox hybrid lost in exploring one another while Chan laid beneath you entranced by the sight. When Jeongin’s hand found it’s way between your legs, fingers gently swiping between your folds you let out a soft moan, biting down on his lower lip causing him to growl and slowly push a finger inside of you in an attempt to pull more reactions out of you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder, clinging to the younger hybrid as he began pumping his slender finger inside of you slowly and you barely made out the sound of Chan’s own moans mixing with your own as he began stroking his cock at the show the two of you were putting on for him.

Your legs began to give out when Jeongin added another finger, his movements curious and explorative as he nipped and kissed your neck and collar bone now. “I-Innie..” You whimpered, feeling like you may fall over from the stretch. Chan seemed to notice this and carefully pulled himself out from under you and grabbed the fox’s attention by kissing the side of his neck up to his ear, whispering huskily to him. “Doing so good, kit. Making our pretty feel so good.” It was Jeongin’s turn to whimper at the praise, his pace with his fingers stuttering before Chan wrapped his hand around the younger’s wrist and slowly pulled him away from your core earning a gasp from you at the loss.

The fox hybrid gave him a confused look which Chan smiled at before kissing him softly. “Do you trust me?” Jeongin nodded immediately, looking to you and you gave a nod in agreement, smiling at both the hybrids shyly. “Then follow my lead.” The fox swallowed hard at his words, stuttering out an “o-okay” before watching as Chan sat back against the pillows at the head of the bedframe, pulling you back with him so you were laying with your back pressed to his chest. Slowly, gently, the wolf hybrid spread your legs out and Jeongin followed his hyung’s movements where he reached down to rub your clit in slow circles that made your back arch against him and a low moan escape your lips as your head was thrown back against his shoulder. Jeongin wished in that moment that he was a painter like Hyunjin, as he wished he could paint the scene before him to look back on forever. Chan gave him a smirk, nodding for the younger hybrid to join them and he wasn’t about to deny his hyung anything in that moment.

Jeongin laid with his chest against the mattress, face between your legs as he watched closely his hyung’s fingers sink inside of you one after another before moving both of them in a slow scissoring motion to stretch you open for the younger. The fox felt himself drooling at the sight, unable to help himself from licking curiously around the fingers inside of you as the smell coming from you was so sweet he was sure it was taste just as sweet. Your moans were increasing in volume as Chan fingered you and Jeongin now licked and sucked at your clit driving you crazy.

Carefully, the older hybrid removed his fingers and before he could completely pull them away Jeongin wrapped both hands around his wrist and brought them into his mouth as he licked and sucked them clean, moaning around the digits as Chan cursed under his breath.

You whined, pulling Jeongin up into a deep and hungry kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it made you moan into his mouth as you felt his hard and leaking cock brush against your entrance and your hand slipped between your bodies to stroke him slowly. The younger hybrid whimpered against your lips, hips bucking up into your hand as Chan’s labored breathing echoed behind you.

You pulled back from the kiss, looking up at Jeongin with desperation pooling in your eyes and blowing your pupils so wide your irises were almost completely black. “Need you inside me, innie.” His choked on the moan that tried to escape him as you clumsily brought the tip of his cock to your entrance, feeling both of your heartbeats quicken in pace as he nodded to you unable to form words at that moment.

As Jeongin pushed himself inside he let out a whimper, brows knit together and eyes closed tightly and Chan couldn’t take his eyes off of him, tongue darting out to lick over his lower lip as you gasped from the stretch. Your hands clutched at the younger hybrid’s biceps tightly, nails making crescent shaped indents in the skin as he full sank into you. With your hips flush together you both let out moans that are like a harmony in Chan’s mind as he began to leave kisses along your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin as Jeongin began thrusting slowly and a bit clumsily.

You quickly became a mess between them, thighs trembling as you squirmed from the pleasure when one of Chan’s hands found its way between the two of you to rub two fingers against your clit in time with the brutal pace the younger had settled into, letting his instincts take over. At some point you notice the base of his cock becoming thicker than the rest of him, eyes widening as you looked up at the fox. Seeing your reaction to the younger’s knot Chan smirked, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Such a good mate for our innie, pretty. You’re taking him so well, gonna take his knot too yeah?” You whimpered, head falling back against his shoulder and effectively baring the unmarked side of your neck to the wolf. The gesture did something to him and before he could even process it his teeth were sinking into your flesh, sharp canines breaking the skin causing you to scream and your hips to jerk violently as your climax crashed into you roughly causing Jeongin to have to pin them down against the wolf hybrid’s own hips as he forced his knot inside and came with a growl so loud it made you whimper.

You laid there for a moment, feeling a bit spent as Chan now licked over the bite he had left and Jeongin collapsed against your chest while his knot was still locked inside of you, your chests both rising and falling against each other and you suddenly felt a wave of indescribable emotions wash over you. In addition to Jeongin’s and your own pleasure you could feel Chan’s now too, causing you to wine lowly and reach back to tangle your fingers in the wolf’s hair. He groaned, pulling away from your neck with a slightly confused expression. “Y-You too, Channie…” you said breathlessly, eyes still so wanton and he growled at the sight. “Pretty, you don’t have to…” he said, though you could feel how desperate he was becoming after having watched both you and the younger hybrid come undone. “Please?” You said with a pout, the older hybrid chuckling a bit as he nodded and gave into his own desire.

Carefully he slipped out from under you and helped you to lay back against the pillows where he had been, making sure not to jostle the two of you where you were still locked together. You winced slightly but recovered quickly as you brought one hand up to card your fingers through the fox hybrid’s hair and the other wrapped around Chan’s leaking cock before bringing it to your lips where he now stood at the edge of the bed.

You opened wide, tongue peeking out as you slowly took him into your mouth. You couldn’t help but moan at the weight against your tongue and the slightly tangy taste of his skin, listening to him moaning above you as you began bobbing your head gently. Jeongin watched for a moment where he laid against your chest, relishing in the afterglow as you gently scratched behind his ears while sucking his hyung so sensually he himself couldn’t help but moan at the taste. He wasn’t sure who he felt more jealous of in that moment, so he decided to test something out and leaned forward to lick at what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, his hand coming down to cup Chan’s balls in his hand and the older let out a loud gasp as his hands flew to tangle in both of your hair.

You and Jeongin began taking turns, now the fox had Chan’s length down his throat as drool slowly dripped from his lips and you left bites and kisses along the older hybrid’s thighs and hips. He didn’t last long when you finally got him back in your mouth, taking him all the way down your throat with a little struggle as you looked up at him with tearful eyes from the stretch. Without warning he was cumming inside of your mouth and you moaned at the feeling, eyes rolling back in your head as you came untouched around the fox where his knot was slowly going down inside of you. When Chan pulled back Jeongin was quick to pull you in for a kiss, the older hybrid’s cum being shared between the two of you and if he hadn’t just came he swore he would be hard again at the sight.

Pulling himself away from the scene, Chan went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up quickly, returning with two wet wash clothes and a fluffy towel he began cleaning the two of you up gently while you laid absolutely wrecked side by side on his bed. You felt nothing but bliss in that moment, everything from before so far out of your mind as the wolf hybrid discarded the towel and rags to the floor and slipped into bed beside you.

You lay there in between the two hybrids, feeling secure, feeling loved as you let sleep overcome you and the soft snores from Jeongin behind you lulled you while Chan traced slow shaped onto the arm you had draped over him. Everything was going to be okay, you were safe.

You were home.

author’s note; so….happy new year? ૮꒰ “ . . ꒱ა uh- don’t hate me for that rollercoaster of a chapter?? okayloveyouguysplsenjoybyebye

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[bellametre]

Some Ultimate G/T Favourites

I've wanted to do this ever since I saw @gullivertravelstowonderland post the idea. I added a category or two because there's some media I just had to include, but here we go:

Favourite Tiny: Spiller

This shy, wild, golden-hearted dreamboat catalyzed everything for me. I became utterly smitten at the age of nine and went on to watch him in every Borrowers adaptation ever—an obsession that’s still going strong.

Favourite Giant: Optimus Prime

I was so jealous of Shia LaBeouf back in 2007. I don’t even have the toys, but I’ve consumed nearly every comic, show, and movie Optimus Fine appears in. When June Darby in Transformers: Prime says, “And I wore heels and everything”? Same, girl.

Favourite G/T Movie: Ultraman: Rising

If you haven’t seen this movie yet, why are you still here? Go watch it. It’s about a snarky, size-changing superhero who has to look after a baby kaiju. If you need more convincing, just look up a picture of Kenji Sato.

Favourite G/T Show: George Shrinks

Fellow Canadians know this was the show back in the day. Banging intro, unique plot, confident little genius of a protagonist—seriously, this kid made me covet being four inches tall like nobody else. And no, his Zoopercar was not cheating.

Favourite G/T Book: Valiant

Sarah McGuire delivers here: a host of giants, a kick-butt heroine, a villain with a superiority complex, and an attractive lord who gets injured so badly that one of the giants has to “cradle him like an infant” to carry him to safety. Good stuff.

Favourite G/T Manga: Godaigo Daigo

For yet another story about giant heroes protecting cities from monsters, this was a pleasant surprise. Kounosuke showcases all kinds of G/T relationships—coworkers, friends, parents, and romance—and every arc absolutely slaps.

Favourite G/T Webcomic: Piper

The fact that Dr5spectre has been on hiatus for almost two years now is one of the greatest tragedies of our time. But I beg you—check out this comic, especially the AUs. The Goblin of Dornenholtz is so soul-filling it hurts.

Favourite G/T Song: Touchy Feely Fool

It definitely has to be AJR. Not only did I grin like a maniac when I watched the music video, but I like to think the lyrics are about a tiny person who wishes they didn’t have feelings for a giant anymore but simply can’t help themselves.

Favourite G/T Magical World: Roshar *Art by Rocío Sogas

This is probably one that isn’t very well known in the community, but Brandon Sanderson’s Stormlight Archive is full of great G/T moments, particularly between the main character Kaladin and his companion Syl, a shapeshifting spren.

Character I Would Like to Shrink/Grow: Loki (MCU) *Art by keiidakamya

Guys, we were robbed. He’s literally part Frost Giant! Yes, we got a taste of it in What If…?, but imagine how the movies could have gone if this had been a form he took when he gained or lost control of himself. Robbed, I tell you.

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Ahh this was so much fun! I hope some of you feel inspired to try this; I think it would be a great way to find more quality (or not-so-quality) G/T content. There’s so little of it out there, after all.

[seeingivy]

birthmark 

satoru gojo x f!reader 

satoru’s suddenly more appreciative of scars 

content warning: MANGA SPOILERS, canon divergence bc im not gege and they all deserve to be happy, reader described as pregnant, giving birth/c-section, hospitals, pain (kinda), big brother megumi + tsumiki, lil corny family, 

an: happy fathers day to our fav dad :DDD reader is described as having dark hair in comparison to satoru but tbh every hair color is dark compared to white unless you have white hair them im sorry

- 

“Hi baby.” 

“What do you want, Satoru?” 

“I wasn’t talking to you.” 

You take your eyes off from the screen to find Satoru lying across the couch, his head very close to your stomach. His blindfold is hanging around his neck, his shiny, blue eyes staring right at the bump. 

“He doesn’t have ears yet.” 

“You don’t know that. We have father-daughter telepathy. She can hear me.” 

“If anyone was going to have telepathy with him, because he is most definitely a boy, it’s going to be me.” 

He rolls his eyes, lying his head against your stomach as he continues staring down - his eyes focused. You reach down, pressing your hand in his hair as you start carding through his white locks. 

“What were you like as a baby, Toru?” 

“Horrible. Came out super late, cried all the time, total sweet tooth.” 

“I asked about you as a baby. Not now.” 

He rolls his eyes, sitting up to ruffle your hair. You shrug him off before leaning your head against his shoulder, his hand placed directly on your stomach, which he does almost every time he’s near you. You can hear his stupid voice in your head. She has to know I’m here too, not just you mama. 

“Shut up. Stop bad mouthing me in front of our child. That’s not a healthy parenting model.” 

“You screamed my head off for throwing out your precious kikufuku in front of Megumi last week. Healthy parenting model, my ass.” 

“Well some things are just unforgivable, sweetheart. And he’s a big boy now.” 

He leans over and presses a kiss to the top of your head, before pressing his cheek against your hair. “What was my baby like as a baby?” 

“I came out super early. I think they had to stay in the hospital for a few days because I was too weak. But after that, I think it was okay.” 

He leans over, pressing himself harder into your frame as he squeezes. You place your hands in his hair again, running through as you wait for him to talk. He’s thinking - too hard. 

You understood that a baby, a real one - not grown up and super self sufficient like Tsumiki and Megumi were - was anxiety inducing. But ever since you had told him, Satoru was stressed out, more than usual. Shoulders always tensed up, freaking out over painting the room or assembling a crib, or picking a godfather. 

“Love?” 

“Yes, Satoru?” 

“Do you think…the baby will be scared of me?” 

“Because you’re the strongest? Of course, not. Megumi and Tsumiki always thought it was so cool when they were little, smacking their tiny little hands against it while laughing.” 

“No, no. Not because of that.” 

You push your palms against his cheeks, pulling his face out of the crook of your neck. He looks into your eyes, the look shy. His eyes waver down to his arms, littered in scars, before looking back up. And now you get it. He’s talking about his scars. 

They’ve faded over the years, from back when Megumi was still possessed by Sukuna. You remember when they were angry, red and fresh, when he came home, and nearly made your heart drop out of your chest. 

And when it was well and over, you had kissed them hundreds and hundreds of times over until Satoru knew, with full confidence, that you love him. And Megumi had apologized, millions of times before he understood that none of it was his fault. You love Satoru. Scars and all. And you love Megumi. Possession and all. 

“Satoru. You know that we all-” 

He shrugs you off, the look exasperated. 

“I know you guys love me. But I’m talking about the baby. There’s just so many of them and they’ve faded a good amount but-” 

You lean over and press your lips to his, kissing him softly before you let go. You can feel him deflate at the sensation, giving you the smallest of smiles when you pull apart. 

“You guys have father-daughter telepathy. She could never be scared of you.” 

You see the smile spread across his face as he rolls his eyes at you, shaking you at the shoulders. 

“So you agree? She’s a girl.” 

“No. He is most definitely a boy. But I’ll let you have it for tonight.” 

“You’re so generous.” 

“I know Satoru, it’s one of the best things about me.” 

You feel him cup his hands around your face as he presses a light kiss to your nose. 

“Yes. It is.” 

“I was being sarcastic.” 

“I know that, love. But I wasn’t.” 

- 

Unlike Satoru and much more like you, your baby is born early. What you thought was a routine ultrasound turned into an emergency c-section and your little baby coming a little earlier than you had planned. 

That was hours ago. Satoru has been watching you, your chest heaving up and down as you sleep, since they moved to this room. Your daughter, because Satoru was right, was down the hall in the NICU, in a tiny little plastic incubator. With Megumi and Tsumiki. 

This day had already been too hard for Satoru. And it wasn’t even over yet. Watching you get pushed onto a table, your baby coming out and not crying, finding out it was a girl but you weren’t even conscious enough for him to stick it to you, having to pick who to spend his time with. 

He picked you. Because Megumi promised that he’d watch her there, make sure she wasn’t alone. He knows how much it meant to the two of you to get to meet her together so he’ll wait. I mean, that is his little sister and all, he doesn’t mind watching her. After Satoru agreed, he couldn’t help but smile at Megumi, literally sprinting down the hall to meet her where Tsumiki was waiting. 

He watches you shuffle in your sleep, your eyes fluttering open. He nearly knocks the table as he stands up, placing his hands on your arms as you wake up. 

“Satoru.”

“Love, oh my god, I was waiting for you. To wake up, I mean. Are-are you okay? Does anything hurt? Do you want me to get anything?” 

He watches your eyes pinch shut as you raise your hand, clamping it right across his mouth. Your little raspy voice breaks out and he can feel the tears streaming down his eyes at the sound of it. 

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” 

He can’t help but laugh, the tears still streaming down. God, he loves you. Bedridden and still giving him fucking attitude. You’re okay and sassing him around and he loves you. 

He watches the smile spread across your face as you keep your hand there, now wiping his tears off. You look around the room, the crib still neatly made. 

“Wait, where’s-” 

“Down the hall. Megumi’s there with her.” 

“Her? It’s a girl?” 

You can feel the pride bustling in your chest, the tears now filling in your eyes. She’s a girl. Your tiny little baby that you were carrying for the past months was a girl. You can buy her little dresses and teach Satoru how to braid her hair and-

“Told you so.” 

“Shut the fuck up. I know you’re not sticking it to me while I’m literally in a hospital bed. Need I remind you, that you did this to me.” 

“How did I do this to you?” 

“You knocked me up!” 

You both laugh as Satoru helps you up into the wheelchair, pushing you both down the hallway to where she was. 

“You see her yet? Is she cute?”

“No, it’s only been a few hours. I wanted to see her together.” 

He swings the door open, pushing you to the front into the room. You can see Megumi seated right next to the little box, his hand inside with Tsumiki watching from the other side, her eyes focused on the crib. 

But you don’t take notice of your baby first. What you notice first is the shirts Megumi and Tsumiki are wearing, matching pink that say “big brother” and “big sister.” 

“Satoru. Don’t tell me you guilt tripped them into wearing the shirts.” 

They both run over at the sound of your voice, pressing you into a hug. You reach forward, resting both of your hands in their hair as they help you up, holding you steady in the air and running their eyes over you to make sure you’re okay. 

Satoru had bought the five of you matching shirts to wear when the baby was going to be discharged. And they were corny as fuck. With dad, mom, big sister, big brother, and baby written on them. Megumi said he was going to burn his in a fire. You and Tsumiki hid yours somewhere in the basement, pretending you lost them. Satoru found them in five minutes. But here they are, wearing them. 

“You don’t have to wear those. I’m sure he pulled the whole, my wife is dying, my baby is sick but-” 

“I didn’t ask them to wear those. At least not today.” 

You look over to find Satoru smirking, worst than he ever as before, at Megumi especially, as he starts ruffling his hair, cooing over how cute he was. 

“Just, shut up about it. I thought it would make your depressed ass laugh.” 

“Toru, quit bugging him.” 

You press a kiss to Megumi’s cheek before Satoru crushes him in a hug. He’s always been your sweet boy. 

You and Satoru slowly shuffle over to the little box, sticking your hands in to hold hers. Her eyes are pinched shut, a tuft of dark hair at the top of her head. You can feel the tears rising in your eyes, quickly glancing over to see Satoru crying too. Megumi and Tsumiki are on the other side, directly across, sweet smiles pressed on their faces.   

“Dark hair, Toru.” 

“Just like her mom.” 

You both can’t help but stare at her, rustling around in the little crib. But what catches your eye is the dark patch of red on her left eye, instinctively reaching over to touch it. 

“Megumi. What happened?” 

“We think it might be a scar or something. The doctors said she’s okay though, it doesn’t hurt her or anything.” 

You immediately crane her head over to Satoru, whose switched spots with you and is now softly pressing his fingers over the skin. You lean over, whispering in his ear as you both watch her. 

“Think she looks scary with her scar, Satoru?” 

“What the hell are you talking about? She’s perfect.” 

“You guys match. A scar for her and a scar for you.” 

He looks over and you watch the realization spread across his face as he understands what you’re getting at. He gives you a sweet look before pressing one the softest kisses to the top of your hair. He’s crying even harder now, his entire frame shaking. Fucking sap. 

She curls her hands into Satoru’s, squeezing his pinkie finger. 

“What the hell, Toru? She didn’t do that for me.” 

“It’s father-daughter telepathy, love. You wouldn’t get it.” 

[nimpnawakproduction]

The ultimate reference sheets for all of Vash's outfits in Trigun maximum (with commentaries)

IT IS DONE. I'M FREE. Now I can forget all about Trimax and draw Trigun stampede designs only hahaha (just kidding I have things for Trimax on the stove).

Trigun bookclub was an awesome initiative, I loved the manga with my all heart and wanted to honor Nightow's designs ;w; I also wanted to help my fellow artists with references for Vash's clothes because DEAR GOD it's difficult to understand how the hell he dresses himself in the morning. I have a lot of fun dressing and undressing him like a barbie doll. My hyperfixation is completely healthy.

I put a "read more" section to avoid spoilers :) !

The July coat

The very first coat in Trigun chronology and the one he wores during the destruction of July ! There is not a lot of panels to take references but I tried to stay as close as possible to the manga. I don't know what number of prosthesis he had before but let name this one Prosthesis 1.

Scars map

Next, nakey Vash ! There's A LOT of changes between one panel to another. Scars changes places and forms panel to panel and the design evolved from the first chapters of Trigun, the time we see him naked as Eriks and his undressed state while he was a prisoner on the Ark. I drew the scars that appeared more than once or were in clean view in a panel (but really you can do like Nightow and draw as many scars as you want without thinking about consistency, this boy has been in a meat grinder)

After July underclothes

Or the jumpsuit that gave me grey hair. His suit does not make ANY sense, I don't know how the hell he dresses himself in the morning with this. My solution is that it's very long gloves and chaps strapped to a belt. The position and shapes of the belts changes IN EVERY PANEL. Same for his knee guards, sometimes they're here, sometime they cover his shins, sometimes they are tiny..... I gave up in the end and draw them as we see them in the very last panel he wears this suit. But damn he looks good in it.

Also in all of the 13 volumes, there is not a single panel with a clear view of his holster (I checked...) so here is my interpretation.

This is prosthesis n°2, the design is a little different from the first one so I guess Prosthesis 1 got destroyed (this happens a lot).

After July coat

The very first Trigun coat he wears in the manga ! Very simple, very basic, it gives him impossibly wide shoulders but Vash deserves it. The first one is worn Post July until Vash's confrontation against Brilliant Dynamite Neon. The second one is the state of his coat after the sandsteamer incident. He loses his prothesis after his fight against Monev the gale. He meets Wolfwood with only one arm and stays that way while he fights Knives for the first time.

Eriks

I took liberties with colors because there's no colored panels with Vash as Eriks. Yes I drew him without suspenders because he has them for like 5 panels and then Nightow drew him without them for the rest of Eriks arc so I made choices ;w;

I love the fact that Vash choose to wear tight jeans even in his casual outfits, this boy will not let his skin breath. This is now Prosthesis 3 ! It's way less advanced than the ones he wore in the rest of the manga, the other ones seem to replicate skin.

After his years as Eriks

And now the first Maximum coat, he wears it until the famous Yuri hospital arc! Finally an undersuit that makes sense, I love it, too bad Nightow-san decided that I had to suffer and changed it again to add BELTS EVERYWHERE. We only see his legs in this part of the manga so I gave him the same top because I can.

The tubes he has on his waist are filled with bullets, he can connect them to his prosthesis to have a mini machine gun.

We are now at Prosthesis 4 !

Hospitalization on the Home ship

The famous Yuri hospital phase! Vash definitely shared his wardrobe with Wolfwood, you can't tell me otherwise.

The first outfit still shows Prothesis 4 but he keeps it for like 5 minutes and lost it again against Nine-lives. I don't really know if the prothesis comes with the integrated glove or if there's synthetic skin under it but why would he keep the glove on if it's not intergrated?

The second pictures is the different outfits he wears during his convalescence. I took liberties with the colors, I drew this in like 10 minutes, everything seems easy when you don't have to draw BELTS. We are now on Prothesis 5 ! Nightow drew it as a regular arm so I guess Vash wears gloves on top of it??????

Back on the road in pursuit of Knives

He wears this one after his stay at Home, throughout the Dragon's nest ark and until his 2nd fight against Knives.

I liked the design of his jumpsuit until I looked closer at the panels and saw that the design change ON EVERY ONE OF THEM. Knee guard on only one knee? No kneeguards? Two??? WHO KNOWS ??? I tried to make it work but really go wild with this one, even the author does not know how his pant looks.

Still prosthesis 5, BUT UNTIL WHEN?

Prisoner on the Ark

THEY MASSACRED MY BOY. Did they even feed him at least in 7 months? Those pictures are the definition of the drenched kitty cat left under the rain. Give this man a blanket and a therapist.

Bye bye Prothesis 5 ! And see what I mean when I say that his outfit does not make sense????? It comes out in parts????

After his imprisonment on the Ark

The last suit in the manga! He keeps this coat until the end of the story. From this point, only his hair changes (or the color of his coat).

I adore the little angel wing symbol on his left arm, such a cute addition. Too bad it appears in one of the most traumatic event of his life.

Speaking of his jumpsuit...The return of belts.... But at least this outfit stays relatively coherent except for his kneeguards who appear and disappear panel from panel but most of the time he doesn't have any, so no kneeguard it is. Prosthesis 6 hello !

Final battle and end of the story

It hurted to drew those outfits ;w; And working on the design of his coat when he fights Legato made me realize where Orange studio took inspiration to chose the colors for Vash's coat in the final episode of Stampede ! Great job ! I tried to color the same effects as one of the illustrations showing dark Vash but I'm not really good with colors..... He actually radiates energy but with some purple undertones, I took some liberties because those are my drawings I do what I want.

I'm not sure at 100% that he has a tuft of blond hair left when his outfit turns black but his hair is all black at the end of the fight. His prosthesis is destroyed at the end of the fight. He got another one in the final chapter. So 7 prosthesis throughout the story!

[writingficsanddaydreams]

Little Paintings

Mihawk x gn!reader

Summary: surely the extremely observant and powerful warlord of the sea won’t notice your little paintings all over his castle…

Content: pure fluff, with just a hint of romance. reader is written as autistic.

A/N: I recently watched a TikTok where somebody was painting cute little designs all around their house until their spouse noticed. It made me think of this idea. Like all my stories, Mihawk is based on a mix of his live action personality and the little bit I know from watching some of the anime and reading the manga quite literally years ago. Enjoy!

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You like painting. Always have, always will.

However, you’re not sure if the fearsome Dracule Mihawk will appreciate it so much as you, not when you’re painting inside his crystal ware cabinet. Especially not when you didn’t bother to get his permission. 

Not that you’ll stop.

If anything, it makes you determined to work quicker, nudging more of the delicate wine glasses aside to you can lean in and finish the adding paint strokes to the fine wood, creating a minuscule image of a little bottle in the back corner of the cabinet.

Is it silly for a fully grown adult to be doing this? Perhaps. Yet you can’t help but smile as you add the final touch to the tiny little label on the bottle, a small swirl of purple paint to match the label of the wine he shared with you yesterday.  

Perfect.

When you extract yourself and carefully push the wine glasses back in place, the painting is completely hidden. You have just enough time to hustle back through the chilly castle halls and tuck your paints in your room before he returns inside from his sword practice.

He gives you quite the long look when you settle in the kitchen later that day, those piercing yellow eyes seeming to cut through your surface and see so deep. And though you feel your breath catch—as it often does around this formidable man—you force yourself to smile innocently.

“Yes?” you ask.

“I will be sailing out for supplies this afternoon,” he says after a long moment.

You nod and draw your knees to your chin. “Do you need me along?”

“No need for that.”

You sigh with relief, watching as he turns back to his cooking. You don’t dislike people, but you do prefer your solitude. You always have, ever since you were a child. It’s why you feel content to stay here now.

That, and how utterly delightful it is to watch him cook.

He’s terribly handsome when cooking, though you’re fairly sure the man would look handsome doing anything. His knife seem to blur as he cuts up the vegetables, then begins to prep the meat. When he reaches for the pans, his cross necklace shifting against his finely cut chest, your heart skips a beat.

Yet he simply grabs a pan and gets to work, seeming to not notice the tiny cross shaped sword painted just behind where the pots hang.

Really, it’s foolish of you to do this. Yes, art has always been a passion for you, but you are a guest here. A guest he has allowed to stay for some months, and a guest who has shared just enough casual, accidental touches that you hope it might become something more, but still a guest.

Still, you’re curious. Just how much can you paint before the great swordsman notices?

You’ve been at it for a week now, ever since you found the dusty little bottles of paint tucked away in a forgotten storeroom. You use every moment he’s out to sneak little paintings around the castle, none bigger than your thumb.

There’s the little map against the doorframe of your room, like the treasure map you were following before you stumbled on this island.

Then there’s the small ape painted onto one table leg in the dining hall, a far less fearsome version of the beasts that chased away your captain and crew when you all landed here. You recall how frustrated you were that they left you behind, a frustration that has long since faded now that you can count on the safety of Dracule Mihawk’s castle.

He walks past you now, a hand brushing briefly against your arm before he continues on to grab the spices across the kitchen.

Not an accident, surely. Nothing this man does is accidental.

That makes you think of the minuscule wanted poster you painted in the corner of your doorframe yesterday, in honor of the fear you first felt when you realized just who inhabited this place. Funny how frightened you were that first day. And the second day.

…and the third.

By the forth, however, you had figured out he likely wasn’t going to kill you.

By the fifth you’d determined that so long as you didn’t irritate him, he didn’t seem inclined to make you leave either. In fact, as days went on, you became fairly certain he didn’t mind your company.

Which is why you now play this foolish game of sneakily painting designs all around his castle.

You always considered yourself clever. Yet apparently all it takes are a few “accidental” touches and heavy looks for you to throw all your caution to the wind. Teasing a warlord, vandalizing his castle… such a perfect plan for long term survival.

Still, you do truly enjoy painting.

Your favorite are the flowers you painted along a small crack in the stones of the great hall, colored with a yellow that makes you think of his stunning eyes, the eyes that have over the last few months shifted from disinterest and disdain to… something else.

Something that makes you hope perhaps you won’t always be just a guest.

You’re not brave enough to make any moves yourself—never really have been when it comes to matters of the heart—but that won’t stop you from seeing just where these lingering glances and soft touches might eventually go.

Those same eyes stare at you again now as you make your way to the dining hall and pick at your food, separating the small bits of tomato from the rest of your meal. You bite back a smile as his gaze cuts down to your plate and he takes note of the rejected vegetable. Knowing him, he won’t use it in your meals again.

You honestly don’t know how a man so observant has not noticed your paintings yet.

“Do you need anything from the village?” Mihawk asks, startling you from your thoughts.

“I’m alright, I think,” you say. Given the nearest village is several islands away, you take a moment to think about it truly, but everything you need has been provided for you already. If anything, you’re far more comfortable here than you ever were with the crew you sailed alongside, a crew that only cared about you for your rough mapmaking skills—your least favorite thing to paint if you’re being honest—and were quick to abandon you when the first hint of danger appeared. 

He nods and turns to his own plate. You try not to stare at the wall behind him, where you‘ve recently painted a tiny little figure sitting in a tiny little chair wearing a tiny black wide brimmed hat, hidden just at the base of the dining hall floorboards.

Trying not to giggle about it keeps you distracted through most of lunch.

“I’ll be off then,” Mihawk says as you both finish your meals, rising from the table.

“Be safe.”

Ah yes, because you need to tell the strongest swordsman in the world to be safe. You mentally kick yourself, but feel better when he offers you one of his rare almost smiles, even as he pauses by your chair.

“Don’t worry yourself,” he says, that confidence that you’ve come to admire woven through every inch of his words. “I highly doubt there will be anyone to challenge me. Truly a shame. Oh, as a note…”

“Yes?”

Your breathe hitches as he reaches out, gently taking your hand and lifting it towards him. You’re hyper aware of how strong his grip is. So powerful, yet intentionally gentle. Of how piercing his gaze is, those eyes that are so hard to meet, even as they set your heart racing. He lifts your hand to his lips and presses a slow, deliberate kiss against it.

Oh.

When he lowers your hand, he’s… smiling. Not just that almost smirk, but a real smile. Your heart lurches again at the sight. When he speaks, it takes you a long moment to process his words around the pounding of your heart.

“The entry hall could use a few more flowers, perhaps, if you must paint all over the walls.”

Then he’s off, leaving you stunned where you sit. Your draw your hand close to yourself, staring at the skin he kissed.

You hadn’t noticed it until now, but on the back of your hand is just the slightest smudge of dried purple paint from earlier.

As you run a finger along the paint, you find yourself hesitating. Then before you know it, you’ve risen from your chair and are hurrying to follow, to catch Mihawk before he leaves the castle.

Perhaps you need some supplies after all.

More paints. New brushes. A proper tray for mixing your colors… and maybe even a true kiss from the warlord you’ve fallen for.

[lightseoul]

a/n. it's been ages since i wrote for akaashi, which is a crime because he's the literal loml. i should write for him more. anyway, here's another subtle act of love drabble <3 (0.7k)

warnings. a brief mention of akaashi's timeskip job.

your shoulders are heavy when you lift up your arm to insert your copy of the house key into the keyhole, both from the literal weight of your work bag and the heaviness of a long day. you did not expect to work overtime today, especially since it's a friday—the nights of which being one of the few times you have all to yourself and your husband—since he started on that new, up-and-coming project at his manga company.

you fight the urge to cry in frustration when the lock refuses to budge, mind drifting to how you really ought to do something about it. but with another try, it finally gives, and you ungracefully push through the door as quietly as you can, mindful of not waking your other half who's most likely asleep by now.

what you expected to greet you at 9:47 PM tonight was the dim lighting of your foyer juxtaposing the darkness of the rest of the house. akaashi was always the one who turned that specific light on, having integrated it into his night-time routine while yours mainly consisted of your beauty regimens.

however, as you quickly scan the room, it registers that that's very much not the case, what with most of the lights being on, and you're about to conclude that maybe he was just too tired and knocked out preemptively, when something stirs on top of your couch, and up rises and emerges a half-asleep akaashi.

he tosses you a tired smile, adjusting his black-framed glasses. "welcome home, love."

"wha—" you start, dropping the gazillion things you brought to work on the slim table by the shoe rack. "why're you awa—i mean, i-i'm home, keiji."

his smile only deepens as you frown at him in confusion. "what're you doing up, dummy?"

"wanted to wait for you," he says so simply, like it's a no-brainer, before giving you a once-over. "you look beautiful, sunshine."

at that, you snort, but you feel yourself flame at the compliment nevertheless. "thanks, but i saw myself in the mirror before leaving work."

you pause, padding towards your husband, rounding the couch before plopping next to his right. you take in your akaashi keiji, in all his sleepy glory, already in his matching set of red plaid pajamas, exposing his enthusiasm for the holidays. the man, who used to shrink under your gaze in shyness, now only bolsters in confidence as you drink him in, the smile from earlier still playing at his lips.

you try to ignore the butterflies that spring in your gut at the sight of him, proceeding to further prove your point. "my hair's a mess and i'm pretty sure my mascara gave me a tiny black eye crust that i keep on forgetting to remove."

"yeah?" he retorts without missing a beat. reaching out, he takes your hand in his, placing it by his thigh. "doesn't seem that way to me, though."

you look down at your intertwined hands, his over yours, caressing the flesh. "love has made you blind, then."

"i disagree," akaashi quips as quickly as ever, unfazed. "love has made me sharper, even sharp enough to stay awake so that i can greet you home."

at the reminder of his latest stint, you frown. "you didn't have to wait up for me, keiji. you need the rest."

the man merely shrugs, not stopping his ministrations on your hand. "i can sleep in tomorrow. just wanted to see you, is all."

neither of you says anything for a moment, opting to bask in the comfortable quiet and each other's presence instead of filling the air.

"thank you," you eventually say after a few minutes, locking eyes with your husband. "for this. i really wanted to see you, too."

akaashi merely beams at you. "it's my pleasure, love."

and he doesn't expound, but it really is. you don't know it yet, but akaashi's been meaning to tell you this one embarrassing thing.

that getting to tell you 'welcome home' at the end of the day makes him so incredibly happy that he's willing to lose sleep over it time and time again.

because what truly is better than being the husband you come home to?

˖⁺‧₊ as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 have a nice day!

[lightfeltmemories]

Do you think Chil will be against the idea of having kid(s) with reader? Since he already has three daughters

would chilchuck be up for more kids with reader?

this is a question i've been wondering myself, since chilchuck already has 3 daughters, would he be up for more kids? my answer to that is no for the most part, but it can happen if given the right circumstance.

now beware below as there are manga spoilers, mentions of chil's wife and children, and etc, an afab and fem reader is in mind but anyone can read.

ngl i got a liiiittle too crazy with this im sorry but he's literally my fave lmaoo.

i feel like he wouldn't want any more for a couple reasons.

for one, you have to look at why he doesn't see his daughters, his wife basically left him due to not being able to be there for her emotionally (hell maybe even physically), and i wouldn't say he changed much after, in fact i feel like he's a tiny bit more closed off than before because of it, undoubtably he regrets not being able to be there for her, especially at the expense of not being able to see his daughters.

years pass by and he meets reader, things happen between the two of them and he ends up falling for them, fast forward to now, reader brings up the idea of children, now.. where do we go from here?

i personally don't think chilchuck would want to have another child with reader because of the fact that he hasn't seen his own daughters in years, he didn't even have the chance to watch them grow up, it would be unfair to them.

another reason is that he fears reader will leave him for the same reasons his wife left him, he fears that he might not be able to truly be there for reader, and thus, having them leave her for the same reasons.

but what if he does end up wanting to start a new family? i mean, there are plenty of men who have children with multiple women, whats so different?

in this scenario, reader and chil have a son, because why not, plus i imagine him as the type to always want a son.

i figure he'd be the type to want to meet his daughters first before he can be content with wanting a new child, i feel like they'd be happy for a new sibling, especially a younger brother.

most people would write his wife off as being jealous but honestly in the best case scenario i don't feel like his wife would care, i mean, she wouldn't want anything to do with him, and i feel like she wouldn't care in a "what he did to me he'll probably do the same to you" way.

and once he officially comes to terms with having a new kid, and possibly marrying reader, then a deals a deal.

[every-koito]

[joltai-showa]

still thinking about Obito's tendencies to hang upside down so why not talk about something even more funny

now Obito is obviously trolling the Konoha squad in that moment, acting like a complete idiot and weirdo and all, usual stuff for Tobi. Obito is being a weird little bat on purpose, it's all an act

you know who among Akatsuki, a very scary and a totally serious organization, also acted like a weird little bat, but without it all being an act?

allow me to introduce you to the final page of chapter 238

Kishimoto, why is Deidara's first appearance is him being upside down during Akatsuki's zoom meeting?

(which is supposedly the first one in 7 years since Orochimaru ditched them, but whatever, no fucking way these guys can remain semi-organized without a good old online meetup, I do not care for canon's opinion when it conflicts with my funny headcanons)

But seriously, it's been almost 10 years since I read the manga for the first time and there's still no explanation as to why Deidara did that LMAO. Logic dictates that it's simply Kishimoto not finishing up the designs for his new villains (rinnegan's design wasn't finalized until, like, Akatsuki Supression arc, I believe? there's someone TOWERING over Kisame who is 195cm already and at the end of the day remains Akatsuki's tallest member, etc etc), but I've got a PhD in overthinking Naruto details and turning them into shitposts that sometimes also turn into fanfiction, so I will take this one tiny detail and make myself laugh until I cry.

To me this moment is just so precious because it's actually a scene from OG Naruto, meaning that it's pre-timeskip, so Deidara here is only 16. And this just proves to me that Deidara's puberty (there is no exact indicator as to when Deidara was abducted recruited into Akatsuki, but I assume it happened sometime when he was 12, because during his recruitment we see Itachi (and we know that he joined Akatsuki after the massacre, so he was 13 and he's got a 2 year difference with Deidara), Kisame (who, judging by his pre-death flashbacks, joined AFTER Itachi, meaning some time had to have passed since the massacre) and Sasori (who wouldn't have a partner after Itachi joined because Orochimaru just couldn't resist trying to get that Sharingussy, but Akatsuki don't operate on their own in general, so I doubt Sasori would have been left without a partner for a long time, a year max) and during this zoom meeting 16-year-old Deidara speaks like he's very much aligned with Akatsuki's goals and grudges which would be very weird if he joined them against his will just recently, so a year or more would have to pass between Deidara's recruitment and the OG Naruto zoom meeting) was arguably one of the worst things that organization as a whole had to go through because teenage Deidara was JUST BUILT DIFFERENT.

Don't mind the fact that even as an adult he starts tweaking if he doesn't get to explode something every few hours (I would imagine that teenage rage and angst would only exacerbate this issue), but he would also just want to "look cool" and wouldn't listen to anyone in any position of authority AT ALL. Going back to this scene of Akatsuki's zoom call, we can see (and for certain characters assume because once again designs here are kind of wack) that these overly serious members like Pain, Konan, Kakuzu and Sasori are PRESENT and just... don't do anything about Deidara's antics? They just gave up at some point LMAO. And a while ago, I presume.

16-year-old Deidara, proud and puffed up as a lion: You can stay on the ground as boring old men you are, but I'm going to hang upside down today, hm!

Pain, the acting leader of this very serious and lethal organization that for some reason took in a 13-year-old and a 12-year-old because, I dunno, the real leader thought it would be funny, sighing: okay, Deidara...

I also don't believe that it was ever specified how Nagato's zoom jutsu works, but I think Akatsuki's members simply sit in whatever position they want and their projection is different from their actual position which means that. yeah. Deidara does a bat cosplay. because he wants to. baby why are you like that.

but I also like to imagine Deidara actually hanging on the ceiling during the meetup and the gang just going

Pain: Sasori, can't you grab a mop or something and swat him off of there?

Sasori, in the most dead inside voice imaginable: you are not paying me enough to do that. in fact, you would not last a minute in the asylum I'm living in. you can't give me 40 minutes of peace, can you?

honestly props to Onoki for finding a way to both continue using Deidara's skills for his goals (by just fucking paying Akatsuki and calling it a day) and keep the village intact, teenage Deidara just seems like the trial version of what Akatsuki members could expect on their missions. like, if you can't manage the stress of dealing with the (pony)tailed beast, you have no business trying to fight an actual tailed beast.

I'm also thinking that adult Deidara aka Shippuden Deidara would think himself really cringe for doing this shit when he was younger and feels kind of embarrassed in front of the other members (who unfortunately besides Hidan were there to witness his cringe bat phase of growing up in your local terrorist daycare organization), so he's pretty quiet during the zoom meetings when we get properly introduced to him.

That's, of course, until Deidara gets partnered with Tobi.

I can imagine the two of them competing who can last longer hanging upside down and now Pain really can't do anything to stop this bullshit because it's his actual boss and his clueless partner making their own bat nest during their zoom meeting. He just tiredly glances over at Konan who gives him a "I told you Yahiko was right and we shouldn't have joined forces with this guy, but when do you ever listen to me" look.

The gang would be discussing something like Kakuzu and Hidan brutally murdering Asuma (who's Obito's classmate btw and whose mother he already killed a while ago) and trying to steal his corpse to sell for some cash and in the background above them Tobi'll be yelling something like "senpai, watch what I can do" and start turning cartwheels on the ceiling.

tl;dr Obito and Deidara match each other's freak when it comes to doing weird shit for no apparent reason other than to fuck with everyone while on the job. thanks for coming to my TobiTalk