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best scammers in the world or just some office job idk
#not the average indian tech support scam call center they on a whole new level#locus is raging for some reason idk why tbh theres some things i cant explain#rvb#red vs blue#felix mcscouty#isaac gates#locus rvb#samuel ortez#why did tumblr make the bad quality like 10x worst#flix is explaining to a grandma why she should trust him#its working out pretty well#locus got scam baited maybe theyre not that good#thats why hes mad i figured it out#he always gets unlucky#mlir69420
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GAMING IS MY SON AND IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HIM IM GONNA KILL EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM AND THEN MYSELF!!
LOOK AT HIM HES SO CUTE
i still have hope in getting the other boys too
its ok they can be a band or smth.. at least then gaming wouldnât have to be so disappointed in people not hiring him bc heâs just having fun with his boysâŚ
#it took me soooo long to realize his name can also be 'gaming' and idk if i should be ashamed or proud lol#his hashtag is gonna get real funny real quick#is it actually an intentional business decision made by hyv#no way this was accidental#anyway im disappointed in his hair design but i stopped feeling much since all genshin charas always have the ugliest hairstyles#also him being another bennett just not as unlucky#he works so hard and still tries to achieve his artistic dream at the same time#but people just smile and ignore himâŚPAY THE DUDE!!!#ALSO ALSO.. chiaki 2.0 and they better add all other ryuseitai next#i just can get over how energetic and cool genshin concept designs are when the game keeps slapping us with a downgraded version every time#not to say current designs arenât energetic or cool.. just not as much lol (still salty about red xiao and those flying nahidas)#now i know why they still not doing an art book yet.. theyâre ashamed to admit of the amounts of good designs they never use#AND I LOVE GENSHIN DESIGNS honest (otherwise why would i keep doing fanart of this game and this game only for 3 years)#sorry i dont post all of them.... i have issues#but i cant help but feel robbed when i see these designs knowing what they couldâve been#and itâs in no way hyvâs fault *glance at leakers* and the new designs are getting crazier and cooler but#please for the love of god hyv stop with the mullets PLEASE!!!#gaming#ga-ming#gaming genshin#genshin impact
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I could write a whole essay about how Victor Vale and Kell Maresh are two sides of the same coin, opposites yet somehow similar when it comes to their relationship with pain
#kell maresh#victor vale#adsom#vicious#to be fair I have not read Vengeful yet so idk if that adds some key details to this topic or not but#Victor basically died a horribly painful death and then came back to never feel any again#it was by his own decision out of curiosity and hunger for power and foolishness but oh it was agonising#so much so that it irrevocably marked the rest of his life#Kell suffered an injury because of sheer bad luck just an unlucky turn of events while trying to save the whole world#and he spent the next seven years in unbearable pain any time he tried to use his power#he saved someone he loved and defied the laws of life itself to do it because he could not bear to lose that person#and in exchange forever lives with experiencing not only his own pain but that of that other person too#books#shrews ramblings#here I listed more the ways in which they're opposites but you see#they're the same in how pain shaped them both#pain does things to you that don't always pass when the feeling itself is over#idk idk I'm emotional about them#actions and consequences and the cruel hand of fate#and what it means to be human and what it means to be rid of the thing that made you who you are#hmmm for Victor 'he came back to never feel any pain again' is per se inaccurate but you get what I mean!!!#he has complete control over pain#both his own and that of others#Kell has none
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Iâm curious about somethingâŚ
#shakespeare#macbeth#Ross#I have seen SO many different interpretations of my guy Ross#and Iâm surprised because I have always read him as a sweet guy who gets really unlucky#possibly the first to rebel against Macbeth after all he ends up seeing for himself#I read Lennox as a shifty traitor#but a lot of people seem to give that role to Ross!#shakespeare polls#polls
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Regularly frustrated by the fact that most of my fixations aren't mainstream enough to have much in the way of official merch, but for the sake of both my sanity and my wallet, that's probably a good thing
#GG ironically is probably the biggest#but a lot of it (or at least the characters I like) is still either really old and hard to find or requires a shitton of import fees#got into a bit of a rabbit hole of videos abt what smash bros characters have figures/plushies#baffling to see that Little Mac hasn't really had much of anything at all since the 80's#and those were of dubious quality anyway...#ARMS basically never got anything in general#katamari was pretty much always niche Japanese stuff aside from like two things that got released with the reroll series#I think psychonauts got a little pool of stuff from fangamer but that's still mostly art iirc#frontier is the black sheep of digimon so there's like nothing for that either#I suppose bugsnax had a little despite being an indie game#shoutout to my big sister for buying me the Filbo doll as a christmas present#sly's got zilch aside from the really limited funko afaik#I suppose my main vice is pokemon#no shortage there#but my favorite pokemon is fucking trubbish so we're not on the level of pikachu here#(yes I own the sitting cutie trubbish and he's my special little boy)#hmm.#street fighter is a pretty big series isn't it?#somehow I haven't looked much into its merch#outside of trying to find the little standee figure they made for bosch#perhaps I will regret it#christ even my favorite disney movie is the one that never gets any merch of it#I'm not sure if I'm very lucky or incredibly unlucky#op back on her bullshit
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sometimes I remember Paul wanted them to get arrested by the end of the movie because it would look cool and I go "fuck he was just as dumb as the rest of these three and so fucking spoilt" then I remember he got exactly what he wanted and I understand "world truly revolves around Paul McCartneyâs ass"
#Paul somehow always gets what he wants#no wonder John was fucking jealous#if it was John alone he would've fallen off the roof by accidentđż dude was that unlucky#paul mccartney#john lennon#get back#the beatles
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in an attempt to understand thomas flyswatter better gerbo comes up to him one day and is like hey do you wanna be MY enemy and thomas just laughs at him and says no because he just sees him as bugboâs dumb sidekick or whatever but this kind of actually gets gerbo pissed off and through that they really do become rivals. their dynamic is the opposite of what youâd expect it to be gerbo is 90% of the time the one who does evil things towards thomas meanwhile hes just happy that someone finally remembers him and keeps an ongoing contempt for him even if itâs not THE bugbo. they keep it a secret from him which leads to all their interactions in front of him being just gerbo pretending to not know who he is despite being annoyed and thomas pretending to be angry at him
#i love this thoigjt for 2 reasons. ive always appreciated their interactions in canon bc gerbo was really the only person to try and#empathise with thomas and talk him out of it even though he was literally about to kill his best friend. gerbo angel moment#and reason number 2 i need more of gerbo getting negatively affected by stuff and not just reacting like Aww man oh well#like i wanna see him get pissed off and do something about it yknow#and i feel like thomas is the perfect target for that because nothing he could do could really harm Gerbo ESPECIALLY not with bugbo around#obviously thomas is super competent like he knows how to build and plan stuff but heâs just SO unlucky something will always go awry for hi#that comically ends whatever evil plan he has#bugbo
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Yeah whatever but you're still my goat đ either way Gregor đ
#article headline is about kraft's wins for the non germans#anyway so yeah i guess they brought that up and it seems the goat debate has started again#i find it mostly really unnecessary and stupid also how it's discussed some people just canât accept someone's achievements ...#because they don't like them#but yeah for me the goat is Gregor i mean obv he's my fave but like i think the number of victories is most important#like it shows how many times you were the best in a competition and that's the best metric in sports#like podiums are nice and i respect that kraft has more podiums but winning is what a sport is all about in the end#for me wins will always count way more#but olympic and championship medals is what many say#while they are great ofc especially in a sport like ski jumping with outside influences like wind luck is a big factor#and being there that specific day who is in form#in fact there are quite a few surprise winners who never won anything else afterwards in ski jumping like when Diethard won 4ht#so it really doesn't mean that much compared#you can't get lucky winning 53 competitions however :))#and that gregor only has 2 cristal balls is just incredibly unlucky with the number of wins he has#but anyway for me the goat is the one with the most wins and that is gregor#if kraft gets more one day i will acknowledge that but i still doubt it#altough it has become a possibility#i just really hope not i would hate it sorry đ
ofc because gregor is my fave and i want him to be the best forever#but also bc i don't rly like kraft (partly for silly reasons some better than others anyways) so that suck even more đ
#but in my heart gregor will always be the goat forever my goat đĽšđâ¤ď¸#i do respect kraft's accomplishments tho it's quite impressive#(pls don't hate me haha i know saying not liking kraft is not well taken here lol)
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Getting these characters together because I felt horrible about what i had done to one of them and was like "Hey, they're both single!" was the best idea I've had in a long time. I started out wondering how TF that would work and ended up absolutely falling in love with them.
#T who spent his youth arrogant and defiant only to get it beaten out of him!#P who spent his youth hardworking and pessimistic who is the most prescient character in that generation and who lost E V E R Y T H I N G#T who resigned himself to a quiet and shabby life#P who reinvented himself with glamor and style because he had no other choice#T who is always unlucky in love always falling for people who jerk him around#P who has kept everyone at arm's length and probably hasn't dated since before the crackdown
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wait...what if i could be his good luck charm
#maybe pete wins if i'm there#i'm not one for gambling#but it'd be funny#all these losses#and he just brings me and he wins#i DID win $200 on the notoriously unlucky dean martin machine at the casino :D#(i have a joke that the spirit of dean was on my side)#and i always bring money home (because tbh i don't like gambling. i get my $60 or $300 and i leave)#p.n.
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Deviantart has done a lot of stupid shit recently but if I had to choose between it, facebook, and twitter at gun point I would choose Deviant art.
joking aside it does have a better gallery feature than many other websites. with all of the AI bull happening (A lot of people are pissed me included) and them flagging art as mature for seemingly no reason. it does have a good gallery function and I do see why people use it to post art, especially people who sell their art. similarly to why I understand why people aren't leaving twitter when it comes to art, they have a following there and shit, it's their way of making money. (And I have thought about starting to sell my art, honestly. It would probably be the only real job I could manage as a disabled person. So having a deviantart may be useful in the future. having a portfolio of my works easier to access and all that jazz.)
and to be honest, I do like how deviantart is more of a gallery and portfolio website, it's easier to find things because you can organize things into folders. although I was getting frustrated with my old mostly fanart account. so that's an archive of all my old art now that I can go back to look at. I made a new account for my more recent and some older original works, and the difference was immediate. works that were getting no traction on my old account where getting traction on my new one. that's the shadow of fandom I suppose. it will outshine you're other more original things, especially if it's something as popular as MLP fim
on deviantart specifically I am trying to distance myself from MLP honestly. I still love the cartoon, but having nothing but it show up and nothing but it get traction in my works was getting frustrating.
#art talk#small rant#small ramble#deviantart#art blog#talking#the world is on fire and I am in the kitchen sipping my coffee#talking about stuff#things and stuff#twitter mention#deviantart mention#in comparison to facebook and twitter deviantart isn't that bad. twitter is extremely unlucky and facebook has always been hell on earth#twitter is getting butchered by Mr I steal or buy everything that makes me notable and then destroy it like a child throwing a fit#like twitter was still bad before him. but damn it's terrifying seeing what he's doing to it
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what if i had two dogs and they were the exact opposite of each other
#And i donât mean just personality EVERYTHING#their names are opposites. their coats are opposite. tails and fur texture are opposite.#personality wise? one is the most excitable playful and intelligent boy you will ever meat. the other is unbelievably shy but needy & sweet#even random stuff like luck! My one dog is the luckiest dog alive. he always gets attention and treats when we go out alone itâs great#the other one? had to be fucking quarantined cuz an asshole just- walked up to him and rubbed a rash on him then told him to come get me?#Then after that gets stung by a bee. this random fucking toddler runs up to him while weâre walking and tries to choke him#his luck fucking SUCKS! especially bc he doesnât even BOTHER the people and things that do this itâs LITERALLY just bad luck#unlucky is elegant. polite and loving but the unluckiest dumbest creature alive#lucky is the scrungliest scruffiest dog who gets overexcited and overbearing. but he is very friendly and loved and WAYYYY too smart.
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Guard Dog vol.I
jason todd x fem!reader
aka donât fuck with jasonâs girlfriend
4 in 1 blurbs
vol. II
warnings: mildly creepy guys, standard protective bf methods
Jasonâs good at shutting people up very quickly. Youâd almost call it a talent.
He shuts you up with a kiss when you get stuck in a rant, or with a hug to calm your worried rambles.
And when youâre in an incorrigibly teasing mood, heâll throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to your bedroom to really shut you up.
With other people though, he hasâŚdifferent methods.
You sit atop your kitchen counter, trading lazy kisses in between giggles with your boyfriend. He stands in front of you, hands massaging your thighs as he leans in for another. You happily oblige.
You break off the exchange to lay a series of sweet kisses on that spot under his jaw.
His head tilts back, letting out a groan so low you nearly miss it. âSweetheartâŚâ he warns.
âSorryâŚâ you resign with a sheepish smile.
A knock at the door bursts you out of your shared reverie. You press a kiss to his knuckles and hop down to start setting the table.
Jason gets the door, greeting the pizza guy with a nod as you shuffle around the kitchen. The delivery guy hands him a receipt, asking for a signature.
Jason uses the door as a surface to sign, giving the delivery guy an apt view into your apartment, where he sees you getting out plates in the kitchen. More noticeably, he sees you in your boyfriend's shirt, which rides up just a little bit when you stand up on your toes to reach the top cabinet. The lift of the shirt exposes the bottom of your underwear, though it falls back into place again just as quickly.
Now, lucky for this guy, Jasonâs facing the door and does not see him checking you out in your own home. Unlucky for this guy, he has wildly misread the vibe of your relationship. Or at least your boyfriend.
âMan, how do you get anything done around here?â He jests.
Jason looks up at him, and the pizza manâs eyes tear away from your legs to meet his hard gaze. It does not take him long to realize his mistake.
âTry again.â Jason behests, arms crossed in front of him.
The pizza boyâs eyes go wide and he shakes his head, stuttering. âIâuh, I said have a good night.â
âMhm.â He grumbles.
The pizza guy hands Jason the box with shaky hands and scuttles back down the hallway.
Thankfully, you didnât seem to notice the exchange, but even so, your boyfriend still glowers down the hallway after him.
âJay?â
His attention snaps back to you, demeanor changing instantly. âYeah, baby?â
Youâre sitting in your usual spot at the table, his chair empty and waiting just around the corner from you.
âCome sit.â You say, with eyes that might as well be hearts.
He gives a reassuring nod and kicks the door shut behind him.
You and Jason are sitting on the floor in his old room at the manor, your legs thrown over his. You lean up against his bed, asking him about posters on the walls and trinkets on the shelves.
His knee is propped up and your arm dangles across it, his hand in yours. He plays with your fingers and periodically leans forward to leave a kiss on them.
Youâd just woken up less than an hour ago after spending the night post-gala, and itâs a peaceful, if not unusually quiet morning.
Dick shouts your name from another room, audibly booking it towards you. Yeah. Thatâs more like what Jason remembers.
He grumbles some annoyances, dropping his head against your intertwined hands.
Dick bursts into the room, clearly incredibly excited.
âWhatâs up, Dick?â You ask, calm as ever. Jason lets an unseen smile creep up, head still down.
Dickâs practically jumping up and down, âYou gotta see the shit that Tim just found in the cave!â His face drops as he directs his gaze to Jason, âYouâre not invited.â
âThank God.â
Dick ignores him and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from the floor. This is one place where he differs from Jasonâheâs not always quite so aware of his own strength.
His grip doesnât hurt really, but itâs firm enough that you imagine thereâll be bruise marks there later.
âHey.â Jason calls out, nodding his head to where Dick is holding your arm. âEase up.â
Dick follows his gaze and immediately loosens his hold, apologizing to you before pulling you along once again (this time much more gentle).
You grin at Jason as he tugs you out the door, him returning it with an endeared smile as he watches you go.
Fuck he loves you.
Jason had a decent break from his night job for once, and was happy to let you drag him out to a bar for a little date. Youâd been linked at the hip for most of the night, his hands maintaining their ever present home on your waist with yours rested on his thighs as you told him about your hectic day.
Heâd usually prefer to stay in bed with you for as long as possible when he gets time off, but youâd looked so excited asking him to go out with youâhe never stood a chance.
You look up into the mirror as you wash your hands, a strand of hair falling into your face as you do. You push it back behind your ear and smile to yourself, recalling the several times Jason had wordlessly done the same throughout the night as you rambled.
You make your way back to the bar, smile immediate on your face when you see your boyfriend. It gets replaced rather quickly though, when a man slides in front of you, cutting off your view of him.
âHey there.â
You have to take a step back because of how close he decided to stand to you. He looks sober (enough) but wildly overconfident in whatevers about to happen.
"Let me buy you a drink, pretty thing."
Jason calls you pretty thing sometimes. It makes the blood rush to your cheeks and an inescapable smile creep up on your lips. When this guy says it, it makes you literally frown.
"Oh no, I'm okay, myâ"
"You seem like a dirty martini kinda girl." He expertly ignores you, clearly trying and failing to make some kind of innuendo there.
Jason's sitting back against the bar, watching the interaction carefully. You still canât see him, but heâs close and you can rest comfortable knowing heâs looking out for you.
With that reassurance, you donât play this out quite as carefully as you would if you were alone.
"Look, I don't want a drink from you, thanks."
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to him because his face contorts quickly to mock-disgust that you figure is really just embarrassment.
âHey, donât be a bitch just âcauseââ
You try to sidestep around him, thoroughly done with this interaction, but he grabs your upper arm harshly, pulling you to an abrupt stop.
Jason stands up real quick, yanking the guy backwards by his collar before you can even process what's happening.
Now, you know that Jason is an objectively intimidating guy. There's not many people that will come face to face with that absolute unit of a man and still decide to keep on trying him. However, you tend to forget that when you're so used to your gentle giant that only ever speaks to you kindly and touches you softly.
But his intimidating status becomes very apparent when the guy spins around, looks up at Jason, and immediately takes four steps back. He actually almost bumps into you in the process, not doing anything to tame Jasonâs acute distaste for this man.
"Listen to meâback the fuck off before you get hurt."
âSheââ
âI donât give a fuck. Leave.â
The guy hesitates.
âNow.â Jason adjusts his posture to stand at his staggering full height, clearly with no qualms about putting him back in his place.
That does it for him, the man stumbllng away with half-committed mumbles of âwhateverâ or âsomething something lame anyway.â
Jason watches him until he walks out the door, before turning back to you.
He delicately takes your upper arm in his hand, pulling your sleeve up to search for bruising. But as harshly as he had grabbed you, it didnât have the time to cause a bruise before Jason intervened.
âWhatâd he say to you?â Jason asks, brow furrowed as he inspects your arm.
âNothing very interesting.â He looks at you mildly.
You smile and comb his hair back from his forehead, âDonât worry about him. Iâm good.â
He lets your arm go, and exchanges it for holding the back of your head, planting a kiss on your forehead.
You take his other hand and guide him back to your seats.
âBesides,â You look over his shoulder and let out a little shocked gasp. âGuess who just walked in.â
He gives you a questioning look before his face slacks, eyes widening in realization.
âNoâŚâ And you smile so brightly it almost makes up for what's coming his way.
You redirect your smile over his shoulder and give a wave to the door. Jason swigs down the rest of his drink, hand finding your waist once again.
âJaybird!â
Jasonâs still exhausted from patrol last night but heâd insisted on going with you to the bar to meet your friends. Youâd tried to convince him that it was okay to stay in and rest tonight, youâd be fine. But it was a losing battle.
You suspect it has something to do with him not liking when you go out in Gotham at night, especially when youâre drinking.
So he hangs out in the background of the buzz, with you sat in front of him, in between his legs.
Youâre talking it up with Roy, whoâs been making jokes about how Jasonâs âmoody assâ tricked you, âthe ray of sunshineâ into this relationship somehow.
You laugh, taking a sip of your drink. âRight, âcause you and Kori were in love at first sight.â
"Oh, fuck off." Roy jeers.
He doesn't say it with the cadence of a joke, but it is.
You know he's joking, he knows he's joking.
Jason, who very well may have been tuned out of the conversation up to that point, does not seem to know he's jokingâor he doesn't care.
You don't need to look behind you to know that your boyfriend is in defensive mode, though the look of regret mixed with amusement on Roy's face gives a solid hint.
You hold your hand out to block Jason his path as he moves forward. He lets you stop him, though you're certain he could get past you without so much as blinking, no problem.
"Right. My bad, forgot your guard dog was here. Don't fuck off." Roy backtracks, hands up in front of him.
Jason just rolls his eyes, slouching back down. You reach behind you for his hand, giving it two squeezes. You know heâs tired, so much so that he almost punched his best friend for making a typical joke.
âFive more minutes, okay?â You say softly over your shoulder.
He nods at you blearily, and ducks his head down to rest on your back. You adjust your posture a little bit to make it more comfortable for him and continue on talking, his hand still in yours.
If he hadnât fallen asleep so quickly, five minutes wouldâve been five minutes, but instead it became something more like fifty.
He goes through patches where sleep isnât always so welcoming, a phase heâs been in for the past couple of weeks. Youâd been waking up to find the bed half empty, your boyfriend resigned to doing research on cases in an attempt to at least be productive while heâs awake.
You canât protect him in the same ways that he protects youâyouâre not a fighter or necessarily âintimidating.â But you can protect him like this, in these little ways. Letting him nap on you, making him close the case files and rest with you, holding his hand throughout the night so that when he inevitably has nightmares, he knows immediately that youâre still with him. That heâs safe.
So if he can get some much needed sleep while only costing you a stiff back tomorrow, youâll happily take that deal as many times as he needs.
vol. II
#i got about a million of these up my sleeve#jason todd loves his gf#jason todd the doberman#jason todd imagine#jason todd fanfic#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd/reader#jason todd/you#batfam imagine#batfam x reader#batfam fanfiction#batfam x you#batfam fanfic#red hood x you#red hood imagine#red hood x reader#red hood fanfic#red hood fanfiction#protective bf#protective
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sukunas fav concubine being bullied by the other concubines?? maybe they push her into the fountain đđđ
¡.â đđđđđđđđ. being bullied because youâre sukunaâs favorite concubine is nothing out of the ordinary. when sukuna finally notices the harassment youâre going through, he doesnât hold back.
wc. 2.2k-ish
tags. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. fluff, angst (hurt to comfort). heian era. bullying. one mention of d.ecapitation. vile language. reader gets called âbratâ. beta reading? whatâs that
âsheâs got nothing going on for her,â âright? i donât get what he sees in her,â âtchâheâs only using her for her body anyway,â âduhh. he canât be pleased by her looks. i mean, sheâs really ugly. i bet he thinks of her as just ânother hole to use. . .â
and the shushed gossips continue. the concubines hanging around the garden have noticed your arrival, though do nothing to stop badmouthing you. they couldnât care less if you hear what they say.
youâre used to it by now. youâve adjusted to this life of yours as one of sukunaâs concubines. his favourite at thatâwhich automatically makes you a victim of verbal (and sometimes physical) harassment. the other women in the ruthless sorcererâs harem canât stand you.
your eyes are glued to the path youâre walking on. your lady-in-waiting doesnât utter a single word as well, holding her head low as she follows behind you. you know that the concubines will immediately pick on you if you make eye contact with one of them.
itâs moments like these where you actually miss sukuna. his intimidating presence and (in)direct threats would immediately make the others fall silent. you wouldnât have to hear them call you nasty names.
though, unlucky you, sukunaâs out on business. uraume is left as a temporary supervisor of the entire estate. to make sure nothing goes wrong. despite all of that, you still find yourself in an unfortunate predicament.
âhey. weâre talking to you,â a female voice rings from behind you. it isnât your lady-in-waiting, but the brown-haired woman whom you recognise as one of sukunaâs concubines. her name. . . you canât recall.
she forcefully pushes your shoulder with two fingers. you stumble backwards, nearly tripping over the material of your kimono. you look down at the hem and notice a subtle muddy stain on the cloth now that youâve accidentally stepped on it.
you curse the woman out under your breath. the kimono is one of your favorites since sukuna had it made and tailored to suit your taste.
âmy apologies,â you mumble politely. you do not wish to make a scene as much as you want to defend yourself. not in front of those poor servants who are simply minding their business and tending to the garden.
the lady scoffs. another one joins. soon, four of them surround you, leaving you no place to escape the situation. with every step you take back, they take one forward. itâs intimidating, though you try to make it seem like youâre not afraid of their words.
âtell me,â the blonde one speaks up and her hand trails up your arm. she twirls a strand of your hair around her index finger before harshly tugging at it. you wince, but she doesnât budge, âtell me what sukuna sees in a worthless slut like you.â
itâs about sukuna every time. youâre getting sick of the way they treat you because of something you canât control. you donât know why he favors you out of all the other women at his service. the way youâre treated because of something that you cannot change is getting frustrating.
the brown-haired woman follows the other lady. she pushes you until the back of your shoe bumps against the edge of a fountain. the grande fountain in the yard that you always love to admire.
the tugs at your hair get stronger. your patience is wearing thin. you take some time to reply to the other concubines, hoping to silence them for now.
you look up at the group surrounding youâa grin tugging at your lips as you decide to taunt them. you scoff, âhah. you cannot blame me for satisfying my lord better than all of you could do together.â
audible gasps sound from the group of concubines. they canât believe you had the audacity to talk back and be disrespectful about it. the comment you made clearly struck a nerve. or in this case multiple.
âoh, you slut!â the blonde one shrieks, clearly more than upset by your doubts about her services as a concubine. in a flash of rage, she gives you a firm push, sending you backwards until you fall into the fountain with a loud splash.
your lady-in-waiting is the one gasping this time. she looks at you with great worry in her eyes, not knowing if she needs to go fetch uraume or not. she doesnât have much say in the matter either way.
youâre humiliated by this. you can feel the water seep into the robes of your kimono, staining the beloved material. your hair is wet as well, the water droplets falling off the ends of your locks.
âpah, you look pathetic,â one of the lower ranking concubines chimes inâgiggling at the unfortunate situation you got yourself in. the others follow with their own high pitched laughs, âserves you right.â
you donât even know what you should do. your body feels heavy because of the water wetting your clothes. your nails drag along the fountainâs surface, trying to compose yourself before you do anything irrational.
you grit your teeth and take a deep breath. youâre shaking, both because of the cold settling over your body as well as the anger simmering inside of you. you open your mouth to say something, only to be interrupted.
by someone you didnât expect to see any time soon.
âenough.â
the deep tone sends chills down your spine. the volume of the male voice nearly shakes the ground. itâs powerful, dominant and quite aggressive. as if the owner of the voice is pissed. no, more than that.
the group of concubines freeze, not even daring to turn around and face the unexpected visitor. you notice your lady-in-waiting immediately falling to her knees, bowing at the man whom you know very well.
âmy lord,â you stammer out, being the first to speak up and address him. youâre surprised to see sukuna back this early from his business trip. he normally stays away from the estate for days on end.
sukunaâs footsteps are heavy. his strides are menacingly slow. the aura surrounding him makes the others shakeâone concubine being smart enough to bow to him. the king of curses is not one to be messed with, especially when heâs angry.
âtsk. have you lost all your respect while i was gone?â sukuna growls, seeing how the group of concubines are frozen in place with fearful expressions on their faces. the fact that theyâre not bowing before him worsens his temper, âkneel.â
he raises one hand and they all knew what was going to happen. you squeal and shut your eyes, hearing that familiar and dooming sound of slashes around you. it doesnât sound like theyâve hit anything, so you peek through your eyelashes.
you see how the group of women have dropped to their knees the instant sukuna raised his hand in that specific manner. everyone knew just what that meant; death to anyone whoâs got their head held high in his presence.
youâve all seen enough people get decapitated by that same action to know that the sorcerer was not playing around.
sukuna scoffs. he walks up towards you, ignoring the pleas of the other concubines that are begging for his forgiveness. his bottom set of eyes look down at them with disdain before focusing on your figure again.
he silently stands still at the edge of the fountain. his large frame looms over you and you find yourself struggling to get up from the water to bow at him as well. you keep your eyes on your lap, âiâm sorry, my lord.â
sukuna hisses at your apology. a warning for you to shut your mouth. youâre apologising when itâs not your fault and that irritates him more than anything. two of his strong arms reach down to pick you up from your vulnerable position.
the king of curses hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. heâs not bothered by the fact that youâre dripping wet. in fact, both of his left arms wrap around your torso in attempt to warm you up.
âstay. youâll all be dealt with accordingly when i return,â sukuna harshly orders your aggressors as he turns around and walks away from the group. he carries you in his arms, not sparing a single glance at his concubines.
he doesnât even care that he stepped on one of the womenâs hands as he passed by. the high pitched shriek only serves to annoy him, which you notice by the way he squeezes your waist in response.
itâs silent between you two for a bit. sukuna steps inside of the estate, his ominous aura making you hesistant to speak. you decide to stay quiet for the sake of keeping the peace. for now.
sukunaâs breathing is a little heavy. heâs trying not to lash out or say anything hurtful. he doesnât like raising his voice at youâbut sometimes he feels like he needs to. especially when you land in situations like those.
âhow long has this been going on?â sukuna asks through a heavy sigh. his red eyes are focused on the end of the hallway, where his chambers lay. the veins in his neck look like they could pop out any second now, âand donât you dare fuckinâ lie to me, yâhear?â
you gulp. youâve never been so nervous to answer him, ever. you attempt to respond, âuhm, for quite a while, my lord.â
sukuna breathes in sharply at the revelation. the fact that you did not specify your answer only made him think that itâs worse than youâre making it out to be. he stops in his tracks, two hands on your waist as he forces you to face him.
your body dangles in the air as sukuna makes you look at him from up close, showing you that dangerous look in his eyes. you do not dare to avert your gaze from his as he speaks.
âyou shouldâve told me the moment they started disrespecting you like that,â sukuna grunts. another big hand grabs your jaw firmly, squeezing your cheeks together. you whine as it hurt a little. he scoffs and releases your jaw with a light push, âpathetic.â
you feel your body get thrown into your original position once more. your head is upside down and your legs hang limply over his shoulder. you try to defend yourself in a quiet tone, âi thought you were too busy. i didnât want to bother you with such unimportant matters.â
itâs true. as much as you wanted to tell sukuna about the mistreatment you were receiving, you knew how busy he was attending to more urgent business. you didnât want to annoy him with your own problems that you could easily solve.
if only you could stand up for yourself.
ânonsense,â sukuna raises his voice in a moment of weakness, though remembers that youâve probably been through enough for the day. he doesnât need to add to that by treating you like shit as well.
he simply sighs it off, âunimportant, huh? âs that how you think i view you?â
you raise an eyebrow at sukunaâs last sentence. youâre at a loss for words. you know sukuna values you more than any of his other concubinesâitâs the main reason youâre getting bullied forâyet you never heard him speak to you in such a surprisingly soft way.
almost like heâs disappointed that you donât realise the extent of his favoritsm. he cares about you more than you actually think he does.
âi-iâm sorry, my lord,â you stutter. you really do not have a clue about what to say. all you can do is apologise as youâre left overthinking that one little sentence he said.
âwhat a brat,â sukuna quickly regains his usual stoic and stern composure. he reaches his chambers and enters his personal bathroom before putting you down on your feet. he looks down at your short stature, feeling the warmth of your body leave his skin once youâre separated.
sukuna watches you shiver. he wants to get angry at you for not telling him about anything thatâs been going on while heâs not present, though he simply cannot at the moment.
heâll let you off the hook for now. but, heâs surely going to give you your own special scolding after heâs taken care of the other concubines. the man grabs a large towel from nearby and messily wraps it around your upper body.
sukuna turns around to walk out of his bathroom, looking over his shoulder once more, âget dressed into something else before you catch a cold.â
he calls for a couple servants to tend to you while heâs away to take care of those deviant concubines. sukuna watches the three maids rush to your service, preparing you a new set of clothes as well as trying to dry you off.
his gaze lingers on you for more than is necessary, his jaw clenching at the sight of you trembling from the low temperatures youâre experiencing. sukunaâs going to make sure those other women pay for what theyâve done to you.
he leaves the bathroom after that, though not without leaving you an order to follow;
âyouâre staying in my chambers tonight.â
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#jjk x you#sukuna x you#jjk x y/n#sukuna x y/n#jjk fluff#jjk angst#sukuna fluff#sukuna angst
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Still thinking abt this. Anyone who's been my mutual since my old blog knows just how much of a dork Makoto can be (shoutout to my ship partners, you guys absolutely know), and especially how much that part of him can be turned up to overdrive when in the presence of someone he's caught feelings for
#ooc ramblings.#that ask meme got me thinking ok (I've needed to think abt something sappy lately I'll try to hit replies tmrw)#HE IS SSSSOOO ENDEARING OKAY I LOVE HOW HE CAN BE AT ALL TIMES BUT IM THINKING ABT THIS NOW#he is like. human golden retriever sometimes. and when he gets flustered. WHEN HE GETS FLUSTERED#you think he's a dork normally? just wait until you see him with someone he loves#until he crosses the threshold and gets a handle on his proverbial spaghetti. and then he becomes....dangerously smooth and cool.....#makoto-kun but with confidence....dangerous.....#god knew makoto with confidence was too powerful so he zapped him with the low self-esteem beam#bad news for god Makoto can go through character development!!!!#i love u unlucky kind brave sincere man you are and always will be the goat. i believe in good boy supremacy
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normally toji prides himself on being the perfect guard dogânot that he would ever tell you that. but you never have to worry about guys coming up to you when your hulking monster of a boyfriend remains at your side, continuously glaring down his nose at everyone he sees.
this usually works pretty well.
on adults.
but now, as you and him wait in line at the counter of the grocery store, he can only let out a huff of irritation as he watches the little brat in front of you both stare over his motherâs shoulderâbig wide eyes locked on you.
at first you donât really notice, too busy blabbering about something silly as you look around the store. but when you finally lock eyes with the child, you notice the way he seems to go shy, pressing his cheek deeper into his momâs shoulder. his eyes flick away from your face for just a second, before timidly looking back. as soon as he does, you break into the sweetest, most giddy smile.
(toji would move mountains for a glimpse of that smileâand yet here this kid is just getting it without a shred of work.)
you tilt your head, raising a hand to gently wave at the boy, who flushes further under your attention, but lifts his cheek a little more. chubby fingers come up to meekly wave back, and you hold back a silent coo of affection, eyes filled with honey-like sweetness. with every little giggle and silly face you make at the boy, he seems to get more and more comfortableâtoji watches you melt.
the unlucky little brat then quickly peeks at the giant man looming beside you, and toji canât resist. his face pulls into a evil smile, teeth on full display as he wiggles his fingers sinisterly. the expression has its desired effectâthe kid recoils, eyes going wide before burying his face into his motherâs neck. in a few minutes, the boy and his mom are heading out the store and you and toji start loading the groceries onto the belt.
âi saw that, you know?â
toji glances up, seeing your semi disapproving frown, and he cocks his head in faux innocence. âsaw what?â
âyouâre mean,â you shake your head, crossing your arms. âscaring little kids like that. quite literally the object of their nightmares.â
âah, heâll be alright,â toji grunts, taking the bags from the cashier in one hand and reaching for your palm with the other. âitâll build his character.â
you snort. âheâll have trauma.â
âlike i said,â he grins, a canine display. âcharacter.â
you roll your eyes as he tugs you out of the storeâyour grip on him unwilling to falter.
toji lives just like this, successful in scaring off any other person who considers giving you attention, whether thatâs an adult or a little kid. and despite your exasperated complaints to at least lay off the children (theyâre harmless), toji has known for a long time that he can be nothing but selfish when it comes to you.
so forgive him, if he quickly turns to this evil little tactic to scare away kidsâitâs all he can really do. besides, it always works.
until now.
youâre sitting under a tree at a small park, working on some dumb assignment for one of your lectures. toji lays on his back next to you, arm draped over his eyes in a momentary respite from the normal danger of his lifeâeerily content.
the peace is broken by the rustling of tiny footsteps in the grass.
âhere you go.â
toji pulls his arm away to peer at the owner of the voice. a boy stands there, hair tousled as he waits in front of you with his arm outstretchedâin between his chubby fingers is a singular dandelion.
your eyes widen, cheeks splitting into a wide smile as you coo out your affection. âaw for me?â
the boy nods mutely, cheeks flushed as he thrusts the flower further into your view. you delicately pluck it from his hands, inhaling the fragrance with a grateful smile. âwell thank you. itâs beautiful.â
he shyly kicks at a spot of grass, lips pulling up into a giddy smile under your sweet praise. âjust like you,â he mumbles under his breath and you squeal softly, giggling at how adorable this kid truly is.
toji sits up before you can say anything else, lips pulled into a displeased frown as he crosses his bulky arms across his chest. âhey.â his voice comes out low and tense, even as he stares down his nose at the boy. âwhat are you doing?â
you turn to look at your boyfriend, at the exaggerated sneer that normally works wonders in scaring kids away, and you hold back an exasperated sigh. âtojiââ
âwho are you?â the boy frowns, sass appearing out of thin air as he looks toji up and down like heâs nothing but dirt under his colorful sneakers. you gape at him, eyes darting back and forth between the two as a smile threatens to make its way into your face. tojiâs lips part in surprise, a tingle of heat crawling up his neck as he hears your hushed gasp of held back laughter.
âher boyfriend,â he grunts back, eyes narrowed in a way thatâs oddly similar to the expression on the kidâs face.
âno way!â the boy huffs, pouting indignantly. his cheeks flush as he glares at tojiâunfazed.
âuh, yes way.â toji realizes how petty he sounds, but heâs adamantâunwilling to stand down in anything that involves you.
the boy crosses his arms, mirroring tojiâs pose. he rolls his eyes emphatically, lip curling as he sneers down his nose.
âisnât she too pretty for you?â he asks bluntly. you smother another disbelieving gasp, and toji suddenly feels an unfamiliar thrill rush through his veinsâthis kid had guts.
âwhat do you know, brat?â thereâs a smirk evident in tojiâs voice now, and he uncrosses his arms to lean back on his palms, eyes shining with feral mirth.
âi have eyes,â the boy snaps back, putting both hands on his hips to appear more intimidatingâit doesnât work, he just looks cuter. âi can see her.â
âwell quit it,â toji huffs in return. ânot yours to look at.â
the kid narrows his eyes. âyouâre mean!â
âand youâre nosy!â
âhow am i nosy?â
âyouâre cominâ over here and givinâ my girl flowers!â
âshe deserves flowers!â
âof course she does! from me, you little brat!â
âyou suck, old man!â
âwhat did you just call me?!â
a shout from across the park disrupts the heated bickering, and you all turn to see an older woman waving the boy over. he looks down at you, a sweet smile washing over his face as he tilts his head innocently. âthatâs my mom. i have to go home now.â
âheh, sure thing. get home safe, okay?â you shoot toji an amused glance as you speak, and he sends a displeased glare back as he stubbornly crosses his arms again.
the boy nods, beaming at you. âokay! see you later!â he chirps. but just as heâs about to leave he turns back, eyes fixated on toji. âi hope your boyfriend learns how to be nice!â
and then he runs off.
you snort out another laugh, which only gets louder when you catch a glimpse of the way toji is practically sulking in the cornerâscowling at the kidâs back with narrowed eyes.
the whole thing is so unbelievably endearing, and you canât stop grinning as you pack up your things and stand up.
âletâs go home, toji.â you hold your palm out for him, and youâre rewarded with a pointed glanceâhe takes your hand anyway. even as you both exit the park, toji has an unamused pout on his face, glaring ahead.
you canât resist.
âdonât tell me you actually feel threatened now,â you giggle, grabbing his bicep and pressing close. toji glances at you from the corner of his eyes, unamusedâwhich only seems to make you laugh harder. âoh come on! he was so cute!â
âlittle brat,â he grumbles in return. âcouldnât take a hint.â
âyouâre mad because the eight year old kid at the park didnât want to believe you were my boyfriend?â
âthe fuck do you think? of course i am. what do i look like if not your fucking boyfriend?â
you chortle, practically falling on him with the weight of your amusement. he sighs, disgruntled.
âitâs not funny, kid.â toji rolls his eyes at youâinternally, heâs trying not to grin.
âitâs so funny, toji.â you straighten up, smiling at him with stars in your eyes. âyouâre ridiculous and itâs so cute.â
he scoffs, giving you a sidelong glance before reaching up to tug at your cheek. âiâm definitely not the cute one.â he murmurs offhandedly before internally smirking at the way you seem to be caught off guard by his statement.
âwhatever,â you mumble, holding his arm as you both continue walking home in relative silence. from the corner of your eye you can see tojiâs expression as he mutely stares ahead, deep in thought. you decide not to disturb him, content on just feeling his warmth bleeding into your palmâalways at your side.
toji replays the incident in his head multiple times as you head home. the bickering, the sass, and the unfiltered adoration that little brat seemed to have for you.
something clicks.
as youâre pushing open the door of your apartment, you hear toji quietly chuckle from behind you, and you turn to look at him over you shoulder. âwhat?â
he shakes his head slowly, eyes shut even as an uncharacteristically soft smile tugs at his lips. âjust thinkingâŚâ
âabout what?â you ask curiously.
toji grins at you, cocking his head fondly. âwhen we have a kid, i want the little brat to be just like that.â
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