#i said it on twt too but if you had a crush on him and not on toxic man vegeta or man child goku you're actually EliteTM

[letoscrawls]

To honor Akira Toriyama i drew future Trunks aka my first ever crush

[animeshotsh]

Not the baby!! | Various x Kid!Reader |

Summary: You manage to enter Alastor's shield and now the Angels wants to attack you.

Warnings: off canon events - canon violence - our kid!reader its not a fighter TwT - Part of the family series - grammar mistakes

You managed to enter Alastor's shield just when it almost closed up. You knew you should not be in here, but you wanted to help you new big sister and help your Uncle and Friends!!

Of course it ended badly.

The first to notice you was Angel who got you using one hand then shooting the Angels.

"What are you doing here (Y/N)?" Angel asked desesperated getting a curious look from Husk.

"Why its Lucifer's kid here?" He shelled this getting the attention of other Angels now.

"(Y/N)?" Charlie called over with a worried tone seeing you.

"Hi Sis!!" You waved completly ignoring the upcoming Angels.

~☆~☆~☆~

Lucifer was losing his cool. He knew he should have been more careful when he told you about what was going to happen at the Hotel. He should had tought better, now you were there, trapped.

"Dont worry (Y/N) im going" he silently said wings flying quickly for you

~☆~☆~☆~

Once Adam broke down the shield Alastor was down there ready to fight him off. The problem was, you were there too. Because Angel tought the best protector for you would be him.

"(Y/N) you should move away form here" Alastor said softly making his shadow tentacle reach you to pull you away from him and Adam. "But Uncle I wanna help"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

Saddly Alastor had lost against Adam who now had you by the leg taunting you.

"Is this the failure we missed? You seem to have made some shit Friends in here, who lets a kid fight?" He asked himself only to get a bite from you as you jerked your body.

"Fuck you"

"You are going to die you little bitch" Adam responded letting you go from the high air. Tears fell down your eyes as you saw him also destroying Sir.Pentious's ship.

"I got you!!" You were suddendly in Vaggies arms who held you protective in the air.

"Vaggie watch out!!" You tried to warn her seeing another Angel coming towards her.

~☆~☆~☆~☆

Everything seemed lost. Charlie had tried to fight off Adam but could not do it. She was now hugging you, keeping you behind her with angry eyes towards the first Man.

"And now-"

A single punch was all it needed to send him flying away.

"DAD!!" Charlie and you screamed seeing the flying form of Lucifer.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

"Oh my precious kids!!" Lucifer said once the battle ended, Adam being killed by Nifty at the end. "Never do something like that again" your dad said to you hugging you and almost crushing you.

"Im sorry dad, I wanted to help"

"Let the adults do the work kid"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

As the hotel was re made you wondered where Alastor was. Sure he could not be dead, right?

Right?

"Did you miss me little one?" A very distinct voice asked

"UNCLE!!" In a flash you were in his arms, your own tiny ones around his neck. "I thought you were dead"

Alastor eye twitched for a moment then smiled softly "it takes more than that to kill me, my kid"

"PUT MY KID DOWN, ALASTOR" a very jealous Lucifer screamed looking at him.

"Can we go to Rosie's restaurant later?"

"Yes"

"NO, you are grounded"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Ahh.....fuck" you cursed getting a suprised look from everyone.

"What?....im a Demon too" You said getting a laught from Angel

[ohmy-gojo]

songwriter reader writes love songs for them ෆ : gojo and geto

♡ you wrote songs as a hobby of yours, never being that good at it. but after you met your partner, its as if you were born to write songs ab him. oh and the internet loved your songs.

gojo ♡

– you always have to include his eyes in your songs, you just love them so much!

– and of course his smile and how it brightens your life

– hes literally the most beautiful person ever

– whenever gojo reads the lyrics its hard to control his tears

– he may not show it but hes always been insecure. feeling like nobody would ever love him wholeheartedly

– feeling like the only role he has in this world is being the strongest

– but now hes your muse, inspiration of all your love songs? his heart cant handle it

– "oya? these for me? well i cant blame you baby i would write songs about me too." kisses your forehead and then excuses himself to the bathroom (for some reason taking your lyric book??)

– cried for 30 whole minutes there and kept rereading it

– after you posted your songs in twt, they got so much love!

@ nanamiken2 : marvellous songwriting. though i wonder about the questionable choice of muse.

→ @ fushimegu24 : @ nanamiken2 us

→ @ iori2005 : @ nanamiken2 us

geto ♡

– its honestly a wonder how no one has written songs for him yet

– the kind of beauty men killed for in the past

– you had a crush on him for the longest time so you decided to confess by putting the lyric book in front of his dorm room

– after he read the book, he was heavily touched

– he rushed to you and said that he loves you too (and you both kissed! (⁠●⁠’⁠3⁠)⁠♡⁠(⁠ε⁠`⁠●⁠)

– i feel like when he was going through his depressive episode, your songs actually helped him heal (along with you)

– he could see himself in a new light from you songs, which in turn made him love and confident in himself

– hes forever grateful that youre in his life. he may not show his love by writing love songs but everytime he speaks to you, its not less than any of the lyrics you write

– the songs about him garnered so much attention and rightfully so. now everyone wants your man

@ sojogatoru : 😩suguru😩😩 (i write fanfics about you btw)

@ shokoloco06 : when will i experience this :/

→ @ iori2005 : soon? ;)

note : pt2 with who?? yuutas in my list but please share who u want!

[swampstew]

First Date

Summary: Blind dates can be a good or bad surprise. Warnings: none, entirely fluff maybe a smidge suggestive. Female reader x Kid, Killer is here for reasons. Minors DNI ever. Prompt inspired by these two images from Twt.

You were nervous, it’d been a while since you’d gone on a date. A friend set you up with someone who was a little outside your normal dating pool but you were willing to take a chance to meet up. At the very least, to see how cute they were.

When your date walked in you could hardly believe your eyes. You knew who he was. Loose acquaintances sure but you’d crossed paths enough times to know each other on a first name basis. Didn’t you have his number already?

While he spoke to the hostess, you quickly scrolled your phone screen and to your surprise, you don’t have his number. Odd. You were sure you had exchanged numbers before at one party or another.

Kid began walking towards your table, he gave a short hand wave to acknowledge you from the distance. Behind his colossal figure, you could see a blond man with a face mask trailing slowly behind him. He seemed familiar too.

Standing up to greet him, Kid made you feel so small in comparison as he bent at the waist and leaned his torso down, placing an arm around your shoulder in an awkward but friendly hug. He waited for you to sit before he took his own seat.

You’d lost sight of the blonde but you realized he had taken a seat at the table in front of yours – you just didn’t notice him because of Kid’s frame. Large, hunky, frame.

“I meant to call you m’self to set this up but I didn’t have your number like I thought I did. Nami was being a pain in the ass, trying to extort me for your number. Robin was decent enough to pass the message along.”

“She kept it vague, was that intentional?” you asked shyly.

“Not really,” Kid grinned that damn sexy knee-buckling grin of his. “I told her if she felt obligated to warn you, that was her prerogative.”

“Well she didn’t have anything negative to say,” you chuckle, “All she said was, ‘a friend of a friend wants to take you out, he’s a bit scruffy but mostly harmless. Easy on the eyes too’.”

“Haah, I s’ppose no news is good news,” he chuffed. “I’m going to be blunt, Y/N…”

You watched as he straightened himself, locking his amber eyes to yours in an almost hypnotizing stare. You felt like a rabbit, snared. A doe caught in headlights.

“I just want to say I have a crush on you, bad. Been feeling this for months now and I think it’s time I told you about my feelings, for real.”

“Oh,” your mouth popped open in shock. “Wait, who’s the other guy?”

“Oh Killer? He’s here for moral support.”

Your brows furrow, “Heh are you being for real right now?”

Kid nodded and tilted his head to the side so you could see his blond companion.

“I’m here for you, Kid. Do your thing.”

Kid’s face came back in sight as he sat up, “He’s my ride until I finish fixing my motorcycle.”

“Ah, I see. I feel like I remember you telling me you did repairs or something?”

Kid’s eyes widened in excitement, “Yeah, I do.” He seemed to relax in his seat, never taking his eyes off you. “Me and a few guys own a shop where we fix things up. Good business and keeps me busy. Lately been finding myself unable to focus on things for too long.”

“How come? Feeling stressed?” you wrung your hands under the table, your gut bubbling with anticipation.

“Naahh not stress. Keep thinking about this pretty girl I don’t see enough of and needed to do something about it.”

A blush crept on your cheeks at his statement, “You said it’s been months, may I ask why it took so long?”

It was Kid’s turn to blush, not answering right away and scratching the back of his head as he considered how to answer. He didn’t need to—

“He’s shy,” Killer coughed out loud. That made Kid turn and glare at him. “What? It’s true.”

Letting out a quiet giggle, “Well now is better than never. I could have sworn we got each other’s numbers at Vivi’s birthday party.”

Somehow Kid turned redder, “Me too. I uhh, tend to not save names a lot of the time.”

“Is that why you never called?” you couldn’t help laughing, “Can I see your contact list?”

Kid handed you his phone, mumbling an embarrassed apology. You scrolled through the numbers and names, amused at the amount of legitimate names that were saved compared to unlisted numbers or nicknames.

One entry caught your attention and you clicked to expand the details. Lo’ and behold – it was your number.

“You did have it, see?” you handed it back to him.

“Ah shit, you’re ‘Mouse?!’ Why the hell did I save it as that?”

You’re memories went back to the night of Vivi’s party – a bonfire at the beach. It had been one of those parties that lasted all day. You had worn a bikini that had a tied ribbon with long strings trialing loosely, tickling your thighs.

While you engaged with party goers you snacked and drank, but it wasn’t until you were hanging out with Kid that you were eating cheese and crackers.

‘Heh, you look pretty cute,’ he tipped his half full cup at you. ‘I ever tell you that?’

‘Nope, not once,’ you stuck your tongue out at him.

‘That ain’t right. Here, gimme your number,’ he handed you his phone. ‘That way I can tell you more often.’

Giggling you took it and punched in your number, leaving the contact details open so he could save it. His eyes were trailing up and down your body, only returning his attention to you as he took his phone back.

‘Hmm,’ he hummed, ‘Ya kinda look like a mouse,’ he started laughing. ‘With your cheese and your tail.’

You whined and moaned about the swim suit as you fixed the strings once more but it was for naught. Kid ducked down and grabbed the string, twirling it in the air and partly dragging you to his friend group.

“Ohhhhh right!!” Kid smacked his forehead lightly, tufts of hair fell over his headband. You felt the strongest urge to reach over and wrap it around your finger.

“You ripped the seam on that suit!”

“I’d be more than happy to buy you several more,” he gave you a toothy grin. “That is, if you’re feeling me too and want to go out.”

“I was going to say yes regardless but I love a good bribe!”

The two of you became so engrossed in conversation that neither of you noticed Killer had left his table. Silently, he walked to the waiter and left enough to cover your date with Kid. He glanced over at the two of you once last time before exiting the casual restaurant.

Tugging out a pair of riding gloves from his jacket, Killer unloaded his motorcycle from the bed of his truck; that he’d lent the keys to Kid. With a hum, Killer snapped back the kickstand and rode off into the night.

“Don’t fuck it up, gearhead.”

[bookishdreamer28]

Levi falling head over heels in love with you ❥

After Levi lost the most important people in his life, he thought he would never find something or someone worth fighting for again.

But when you first stepped in his office on your first day of work, his eyes couldn't leave you.

"Hello Levi! I'm Y/N! Hange told me to leave these papers in your office so, here you go." You handed the papers and looked at him with bright eyes.

He tried to keep his expression blank. Woth no emotion. But his heart was beating so loud that he was scared you might hear it.

"Ok thank you, Y/N. You can go now." He said a little hurriedly and made you frown. When you left his office, a little taken aback by his reply, he let out a breath of relief. Why was he even acting like that?

The next days, were a torture for him. His mind was thinking of only one thing and that was you. Everytime you happened to be in the same room, he was stealing glances at you. And it looked like you knew because eahc time, you turned your heard to look at him but of course he was turning his head elsewhere.

One night, he found you sitting outside, gazing at the stars. He heard you humming a song and he got hypnotized by your sweet voice. When he returned to his room, he fell to sleep humming your song.

He knew he was screwed and that there was no turning back. That's why found himself standing outside your room.

When he knocked on the door, he made the move to leave and just lock himself in his office, but you opened the door and there you were.

"Levi." You breathed. "What a surprise. Wait, is something wrong?" You asked hesitantly.

He shook his head and cleared his throat. To be honest, yes there was something wrong. Very wrong. And as much as wrong this was, he did not care.

You told to come inside and he followed you.

"I, just wanted to see you." He said in a low voice. You leaned back on the wall and stared at him. And he saw the way your chest rose and fell in shaky rhythms.

"Ah. And, now that you see me, is there something I can do for you?" You mumbled. Your tone gave something away. Something that made him think that you knew.

"...Kiss me." He said lamost desperately. Your eyes widened.

"Just...kiss me." He said hoarsely. You felt weak. Your knees almost gave up on you. And when he noticed that, he instantly approached you and held you close to his body.

"There hasn't been damn day where I haven't thought of you." He murmured brushing a strand of your silky hair behind your ear. "You consume me. You make me weak. You make me want to live again. Make me have a purpose." He touched his forehead with yours, his voice shaking with emotion.

"Levi..." you whispered and placed your hand on his cheek, rubbing it softly. "I love you too."

And with that he found himself grabbing your waist, pulling closer against his body and lips crushing together. You both sighed in the kiss, like you had finally found what you needed all this time.

His hand went through your hair and tugged them slightly, making you moan a little. You spent the night in each other's arms, your bodies hugging each other. Your warmth being the home you never knew you missed so much.

After you fell asleep, Levi stayed awake, admiring you. Thinking just how lucky he got. Cause he couldn't believe that you were actually here. With him. Together.

He carefully rested your head on his chest, trying not to wake you up, and laid back on his pillow. He placed a lingering kiss on your forehead and xlosed his eyes, enjoying the moment.

And for the first time in a long time, Levi found himself smiling.

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I don't think this turned out the way i wanted, but I hope you'll like it either way ♡

After I watched the finale of AOT, I just Had to write something with him, because he deserves the world. I love him sm TwT

As a manga reader, I knew what was coming but seeing the anime adaptation, made me cry even more. Can't believe this story came to end. Thank you Isayama 🙌

all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, repost, translate, or claim my content as yours.

[jeankluv]

Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 15

words: 4,1k

summary: While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as " hate " was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths.

Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you.

ac: _3aem (twt)

tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

warning for this chapter: nsfw content, smut, p in v, no protection (use protection)

notes: why every time I’m about to post a new Birdie chapter, Gege has to come out with something depressing related to Gojo? But I’m not going to be fool, my glorious blue eyed king is coming back.

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You rolled your eyes again as you heard Satoru's question for the fifth time. At first his concern was sweet, but now you wanted to choke him.

"Satoru." You said, looking at him with a mix of exasperation and affection. You were both lying on his bed, still dressed. “I already told you, I do want to do it. Stop thinking too much.” You sat up a little, giving him a serious look. "Do you want to do it? I know you’ve had a hard day.”

Satoru nodded vigorously. “It's just… I want to make sure you're completely comfortable with this.”

Your expression softened, and a smile formed on your lips as your chest filled with warm. “Satoru.” You murmured, reaching out to cup his face in your hands. “I’m comfortable. I’m with you and that’s all that matters.”

He leaned into your touch, his eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation. Finding none, he let out a sigh of relief and pulled you closer, his hands resting gently on your hips. “I just don't want to rush this.” He whispered, his breath was warm against your skin.

You shook your head and your fingers traced the line of his jaw. “You're not rushing. We're in this together, remember?” You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Now, stop worrying.”

Satoru's tension dissipated at your words and he kissed you back with increasing intensity. His hands ran over your back, bringing you closer until you were practically fused together. The kiss grew deeper. You fell on the bed and Satoru's long fingers began to touch your abdomen, little by little moving up until they reached your breasts, still covered by the fabric of your bra.

While Satoru's caresses continued under your shirt, he explored every part of your body with a bow that made your heart race.

Grabbing the hem of your shirt, Satoru undid it, throwing it somewhere in the room. You both stared into each other's eyes. Your chest rose and fell, feeling how the heat of your body increased.

Satoru also got rid of his shirt and for the first time you were able to admire his toned abs. You bit your lower lip and swallowed harshly as your fingers grazed his abs. You could feel Satoru trembling under your hand and you smiled to yourself, realizing the effect you had on him.

“Don’t tease me birdie.” He whispered.

“I’m not doing anything.” You smirked. “You are the one getting nervous.” 

“How could I not?” He held your hand and put it on the side of your head, while he approached your lips. “When the girl I've had a crush on for years touches me like that?” 

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest and you felt vulnerable before his words. “For how long ago, Satoru?” 

“A lot…” He whispered before connecting your lips together.

Your free hand went up to his hair and began to caress him, tangling your fingers in his hair, while you tasted his candy-flavored lips.

Satoru let go of your hand and ran it behind your back, pushing you towards his chest and unhooking your bra, carefully removing it and letting it fall to the side of the bed. You felt a little embarrassed at being exposed like that but that dissipated when Satoru began to kiss your neck, then your collarbone, until he reached the groove of your breasts.

“God…” He whispered against your skin. “You are so damn beautiful, you know that?” He smirked before taking your breast in his hand and started squeezing it and playing with your nipple. 

You leaned your head back, feeling the pleasure Satoru was causing you with his wet kisses and his burning fingers. You moved your hips, wanting to feel him closer and giving him signals to go to that area.

But Satoru was way too distracted on your upper body. He was almost worshiping it. “Fuck ‘Toru!” You arched your back when his teeth met your sensitive nipple.

Satoru stopped and looked at you with a funny look on his face. “You just called me ‘Toru?” 

Did you? You probably did it without realizing it.

“I have a nickname, right? So now that we are together, you should have one too. And ‘Toru, it’s cute.” You told him.

He hummed with a smile. “I like it.” He kissed you.

You smiled against the kiss, you wrapped your arms around him and your fingers traced the lines of his strong back. With a gentle push, you laid Satoru down and straddled his pelvis, moving your hips in slow, deliberate circles. The friction sent shivers of pleasure through your body, and you could feel Satoru's immediate reaction beneath you.

He grunted at the sensation, his hands gripping your hips to steady you. "What are you doing to me?" He murmured, his voice full of desire.

You smiled, a playful glint in your eyes. "I was sending signals for you to come down, but you were too busy with my breasts."

Satoru chuckled, the sound vibrating through your body. “I'm sorry, princess, but you have beautiful breasts. No wonder they looked so good in that red dress.”

You laughed, the memory of that night at the club flashing vividly in your mind. He had been completely hypnotized by your appearance, his eyes could barely leave your chest. “I remember.” You said, your voice mocking. “You couldn't take your eyes off them.”

Satoru's hands roamed your sides, cupping your breasts gently. “Can you blame me?” He asked, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through you. “They are perfect.”

You moaned softly into his touch, your hips grinding a little tighter against him. “You’re insatiable.” You whispered, leaning in to capture his lips in a heated kiss.

His hands slid to your hips, guiding your movements as the kiss deepened. The room seemed to grow warmer, the air thicker with the scent of your desire. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against you through the fabric of your clothes, and it only made you want him more.

Breaking the kiss, you looked at him. He was beautiful, every inch of him, and he was yours. The thought sent a shiver of possessiveness through you, and you leaned in to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to his chest.

Satoru moaned, his hands squeezing your hips. “You're driving me crazy.” He murmured.

You smiled against his skin, your lips lowering. “Good.” You whispered, your breath warm against his stomach. “That's exactly what I want.”

In one fluid motion, you lifted yourself off of him enough to slide your pants down your legs, baring yourself before him. Satoru's eyes darkened even more, his hands immediately moving to cup your breasts again, his thumbs teasing your nipples into hard peaks.

“You're stunning.” He whispered, his voice full of wonder and desire. “I can't believe you're mine.”

You shuddered at his words, the intensity of his gaze making you feel powerful and vulnerable.

As the passion between you grew, the clothes were discarded piece by piece, until nothing separated you. The feeling of his skin against yours was intoxicating, each touch sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Finally, with a needy grunt, Satoru rolled you onto your back, his body pressed against yours. He took off his pants in one swift movement, you could see how hard he was, how needy he was for you and it was lighting a fire inside you.

 “I… the condoms” He looked at you. 

You shook your head. “I'm on the pill, if you're clean then it's fine with me.”

He looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with love and lust. “Are you sure?” He asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Yes.” You breathed, your hands tangling in his hair. “I need you, ‘Toru. Now.”

With a moan he took off the thong you were wearing and entered you, the sensation was overwhelming. You gasped, your nails digging into his back as he began to move, each push taking you higher and higher. 

The world around you disappeared and the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of him inside you, the sound of his voice murmuring your name, the look of pure adoration in his eyes.

His pace was deliberate, each thrust sent waves of ecstasy through his body, your legs wrapped around his body trembled and made you feel on a cloud.

“Oh ‘Toru.” You breathed, your voice shaking with need.

He responded with a roar and you noticed how he grew larger inside you, his pace quickening slightly as he felt your body responding to his. His lips found yours again, and the kiss was hungry, desperate, full of desire.

You arched your back, moving closer to him, wanting to feel every inch of him. His hands ran over your body, touching you, caressing you, driving you crazy. Satoru whispered your name between the moans that escaped his lips, every kiss, every touch, every whisper... not enough. You needed more of him. 

Your breathing became irregular and your body moved in perfect synchronization with his. Each attack brought you closer to the limit.

And then, with one last powerful thrust, you both screamed, your bodies shuddering in unison as you reached the peak of your pleasure. The world seemed to explode around you, and for a moment, there was nothing but the feeling of him, the sound of his voice, the feeling of absolute completeness.

You felt Satoru throbbing inside you and coming. Your chest rose and fell agitatedly, while your mind, body and soul were still trying to process what just happened. Satoru looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with a mix of amazement and satisfaction.

“You are amazing.” He whispered with a husky voice.

You smiled and a blush spread across your cheeks. “You too.” You responded, heart pounding in your chest.

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapped around you protectively. You closed your eyes and felt safe under his warmth.

“Tomorrow we have class.” Satoru whispered, as he drew shapes on your back, you nodded against his chest. "We could..."

“Nope.” You interrupted him. “We have already missed today. We can’t keep skipping, especially when there is so little left to finish the course.” Satoru nodded against your hair. “Then you're not leaving…” you whispered.

“No.” Satoru pronounced firmly. “If not, who would be your favorite tutor?” He teased against your hair.

His soft laugh made his chest vibrate under your palm. “Are they going to kick you out of the family?”

“Not for the moment.” Satoru answered. “My grandmother is on my side, and my grandfather, although he doesn't really like the idea of ​​me not studying law, but he is still in love with my grandmother.” He chuckled. “And if my grandma tells him something he will probably follow her words in a heartbeat.

“That’s cute…” You whispered. “How long have they been together?”

Satoru thought for a moment. “Over 50 years. They met back in London, my grandma was spending some time there, learning English and my grandfather was studying there. They met in a bar, you know he asked her to dance and the sparks flew instantly.” You looked at him while he was telling the story. “They got engaged after 4 months.”

“4 months?” You said surprised.

“Yeah, their families weren’t really happy, they wanted them to marry other people but they ended up giving in.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“And your parents?” You wondered.

“I don’t know to be honest, they never told me how they met and I never asked.” He made a grimace with his lips.

The two of you remained silent after that, your heart arched thinking about Satoru’s relationship with his parents, but at least he had his grandmother with him. quite a while. Then Satoru's voice echoed through the room.

"Birdie…" You hummed in response. “Do you remember that I told you that we were going on an official date this Saturday?” You nodded softly, your head still leaning against him. “Well... I have, well I don't, my family has a charity gala and I have to go.” You looked at him confused. "I'm not asking you to come, only if you want, of course, but I really need to attend if I still want my grandfather to support me."

“Oh…” You whispered. "I understand."

A charity gala? It was probably one of those fancy events where people got together and laughed at how rich they were, right? You thought.

"Do you need a date for it?" you asked with a bit of jealousy on your voice.

“Technically yes, but if it's not with you I'm not going with anyone else.” He said looking at you. "I promise."

You bit your lip, considering his words. The thought of attending such a high-profile event was daunting and terrifying, far outside your comfort zone or anything you had ever attended. But the thought of being there for Satoru and supporting him in this difficult time outweighed that fear.

"I will go with you." You finally said, your voice firm.

Satoru's eyes lit up with relief and gratitude. "Really? Are you sure?"

You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “Yes, I want to be there for you.”

He hugged you tightly, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you. This means a lot to me." You smiled. “We don't need to be there too long, we'll say hello to my grandparents and then I'll take you to a restaurant for something spicy.” 

"That sounds really good." You murmured. 

“If you back off between now and Saturday, I'll understand.” Satoru said, but you shook your head. 

“If we are going to be in a serious relationship.” You took his hand, and made drawings with your thumb on it. “Then I must know your world, even if it is something inhospitable and unimaginable to me.” Satoru smiled and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“You are truly amazing.” He whispered.

You blushed and looked away from him. “Stop saying those type of things.”

“Why? You truly are.” He hugged you. 

“Next week I have the weekend off.” You changed the topic. “I would like for us to go to a place.” 

“Okay…” He whispered, leaving small kisses on your shoulder. “You know we should shower right?” 

“I know…” You closed your eyes. “But I’m tired.” 

He kissed your forehead. “Sleep tight birdie.” 

Satoru Gojo POV

Satoru watched you as you fell asleep and he carefully crept out of bed, grabbing one of his sweatpants, he walked out of the room and stretched. 

He had momentarily managed to forget all the cloud of worries that was flying over his head, but the uncertainty about his future and his position in the family was still there. And the worst thing is that he would have to see his father at the charity gala, a part of him was happy that you wanted to accompany him but the rational part and the part that knew his world didn't want it. 

But as his grandmother had told him, he had to let you decide if you wanted to know and find out more about that part of him.

He sighed and sat on the sofa, looking through the window and observing the night lights of Tokyo. Satoru felt how his eyes were getting heavier and how sleep was beginning to win the battle, until finally he fell sound asleep on the couch.

That night he dreamed or more like, he remembered about the lake and how on that occasion when he got there he threw his bicycle against a nearby tree. The only person who had cared about him, other than his grandparents, was leaving and he would be alone again.

6-year-old Satoru sat on the grass with his fists clenched and wanting to throw a tantrum but he held it in, his nanny had always told him that things couldn't be solved that way. But at that moment Satoru just wanted to scream and cry. He didn't want the only person who had ever wondered about him to leave, he didn't want to be left alone.

He rested his head on his knee and closed his eyes, trying to listen only to the noises of nature and thus calm down. But the noise or rather the cry of a little bird made Satoru rise from his place. Walking carefully he looked for the place where the noise was coming from.

He approached where his bicycle was pulling and that was when he saw the little bird, not far from where his bicycle was. Satoru carefully knelt down and with both hands grabbed the little bird. Apparently it had fallen from the tree. Could it be that it was his fault that the little bird fell from the tree?

“Sorry…” Satoru mumbled to the little bird, feeling how he was on the edge of the tears. “It’s my fault, I’m sorry…” 

“It’s not your fault.” A voice behind him said.

“Huh?” Satoru helped his nose and looked over his shoulder to see the figure of a girl, about his age. “How do you know?” Satoru murmured.

The girl approached him and knelt next to him. “Because birds often fall out of their nests when they are about to start flying.” She shrugged. 

“But I threw my bicycle to the tree.” Satoru cried out.

“You are not that strong.” 

“I’m pretty strong, I’m the strongest of my class.” Satoru protested.

“Then maybe it was you.” She said.

“I’m so sorry little bird.” He cried. “What should I do?” 

“Take care of it until they can fly.” She smiled.

Satoru looked away embarrassed as he saw the pretty smile of the girl. “Sure I will take care of it and they will become a strong bird.” The girl laughed and Satoru felt how his cheeks turned red with that simple melody.

“I would like to see that.” She stood back up. “My mom is calling.” She started to walk away.

“Wait!” Satoru shouted but she was too far away, he looked at the bird and sighed. “We don’t know her name… What should we call her?” The little bird chirped and Satoru smiled. “Birdie? Sounds good."

Satoru smiled and he started to feel a soft caress on his face and hair. The dream faded from Satoru's mind like drops of water and was replaced by a voice that he could recognize anywhere and anytime. His name being called from afar, not his name, was a new nickname and one that had caused his heart to flutter when he heard it.

“‘Toru…” Satoru opened his eyes slowly, meeting your gaze. “Why are you here?” You murmured, still touching his hair.

“Birdie.” He said back with a smile. “I just sat down thinking and fell asleep.”

“You were smiling in your sleep, was it good?” You tilted your head with a smile.

Satoru smiled and nodded. “It was a memory and yeah it was the best.” He took your wrist and pulled you in.

You laid down next to him. “Oh, really? What was it? If you want to tell me.” 

Satoru looked at you with his gaze full of love and serenity. “I remembered the day we met.”

“Oh yeah when you dumped me…” Satoru shook his head and laughed.

“Not that one.” He pressed you against him and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

You looked at him confused. "Then which one?" 

“Is that my shirt?” Satoru changed the subject and you looked at the shirt you were wearing. “It suits you.”

“It’s gigantic.”

“Yeah sorry for being almost 2 meters tall.”

You laughed and shook your head. “It’s fine, I always wanted a tall boyfriend so it’s totally fine.” 

Satoru softly hugged you. “It’s good to know I’m the tallest so I don’t have to compete with anyone else.”

“We should go to the bed ‘Toru.” You whispered. 

“Let’s just stay like this a bit more and keep calling me ‘Toru, I love it.” Satoru's chest vibrated when you laughed against him and he smiled widely, enjoying the moment you both shared.

You both stayed in that position for a while longer, until you finally forced Satoru to go to bed together. Satoru stood up heavily from the couch following your footsteps. When you reached the bed you patted the bed and Satoru lay down next to you, wrapping his arms around his hips.

“Birdie?” You hummed with your eyes closed. “Thank you…” He kissed the back of your neck.

“Why ‘Toru?” You wondered.

“For coming to me, for changing everything.” You looked over your shoulder at him, with a look that reflected doubt and a little worry. “It's nothing, calm down. I’m just sentimental.”

“Okay… now rest.” You whispered. 

Satoru hummed, closing his eyes and was intoxicated by the armor of your body and your heat under his arms welcomed him on a pleasant dream. 

With you Satoru felt ready for any adversity or anything. He felt his heart full and more secure than ever, and that was difficult for Satoru, but that's how it was. You gave him a strength and confidence that he didn't think he had, and you had been giving it to him since that moment at the lake. Because no matter how small that interaction was that you had and that you did not remember for reasons that Satoru still did not know, that interaction, that smile and that girl had changed Satoru's entire trajectory. 

And he was grateful for that subject where they put you both together. Because thanks to that, you had been able to form a bond that Satoru felt could become unbreakable.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

The next morning, Satoru woke up alone in bed. His hand extended through the sheets looking for the human warmth of the previous night but he found sheets that were already cold. Rubbing his eyes and stretching his muscles, he left the room, expecting to find a familiar figure. 

Dragging his feet through the apartment he arrived at the kitchen, where he saw you sitting on one of the stools eating an apple, while you talked animatedly on the phone. When you realized his presence you gave him one of the warmest smiles Satoru could have imagined.

Satoru felt how his entire being weakened with that small gesture on your part. He was so fucked up for you.

“I will see you later.” You said to the phone. “Yeah… bye… Love you.” And you blew a kiss into the phone.

“Love you?” Satoru raised his eyebrow in a mocking tone and pretending to be offended.

“Good morning ‘Toru.” You smiled ignoring him and approaching him. “You are not going to tell your girlfriend good morning?” 

Satoru smirked. “Of course, good morning.” And he tilted his head so that you could kiss.

But you put your hand on his forehead and pushed him away. “I don't know if you deserve a good morning kiss.” 

“Oh come on birdie.” He cried.

“Alright.” You smiled, cupping his face and standing slightly on tiptoe, you gave him a kiss. "Now eat breakfast, we have class in an hour." 

“Roger!” You laughed at his cute gesture. “Was it Kyoko?”

“Yeah, her parents wanted to make sure I was alright.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I already told Kyoko I was going to be with you and she told them, but I guess they wanted to make sure.”

Satoru smiled at you as he prepared his breakfast. "It's good." He said and you looked at him confused. “That they care about you like that.” 

“Oh yeah…” You laughed nervously. "I guess so. Sometimes it's strange, since I was 16 I haven't had anyone who cares about me like that.” 

Satoru put the bowl aside and walked up to you to wrap you in his arms. “Well let me tell you that now you have a lot of people looking out for you and worrying about you.” 

You smiled and caressed his face. “I know and thank you.” You kissed him. “But now have breakfast. I'm going to change."

“Why?!” Satoru protested. “You look so hot with my shirt on.” 

You raised your eyebrow and looked at him from the door frame. “Oh so you think I should go to class with just the shirt of my boyfriend on?” 

Satoru opened his mouth, then closed it, and finally swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. “No, change. That image is just mine.” You couldn't help but laugh and Satoru felt embarrassed letting that jealous side of him out.

Satoru watched you disappear and stretched his back, while he smiled thinking about how happy he was. The happiest he has been in a long time despite all the storms that were happening surrounding his family matters. 

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[mint-ty]

I just think people judge too goddamn fast nowadays. 🙁 How does it teach a person if we cancel them and won’t let them learn? Since when has hate been a productive way to achieve peace? And how does it make peace in gaza if we hate Käärijä, a totally innocent person, here on the internet, send him thousands of hate mails and cancel him? Our behaviour only polarizes the world more, and yet one more individual is been pushed down and crushed. He needs our support, we live and learn together here as human beings.

good morning anon, how is the hangover?🙂 I hope everyone had a bit of sleep..

I think the judgment came from receiving a punch to the stomach from seeing that video, so it wasn't too sudden, even if we now know Käärijä was set up (I mean, duh). I fully agree that cancelling people is not the way and it does breed hate snowball (sidenote: I'm all for cancelling corporations tho 👍 they can handle.), the reactions I've seen here on Tumblr have been very appropriate and understanding, and majority has been already said, so I want to hug everyone because ugh this will stick and I love you all🫂 I don't use twt but I can only imagine what's there from the comments I've seen on Kä's ig :/

By trying not to get caught in the middle of this esc shitstorm Jere got caught in the worst possible way. So in a way we're all upset because we haven't given up on him. He knows it was a mistake, we know it was a mistake, everyone around him know it was a mistake. He did learn something from the flag incident and it seems have spoken with his team before making any rash decisions. I believe he'll learn a lot from yesterday too.

And anon you touch a really good point - how does it make peace? ESC is a pond and it will be over in few days. War won't. So it's very important to continue with advocacy for palestinians by pressuring politicians and businesses who have actual influence.

This situation also reminds me of family psichology, forgot the term, but it's about how and why your loved one sometimes would lash out or say very hurtful things, when they would never say that to others. And it's because they feel safe to get angry in the presence of you and at you. I think this is very similar and many of us feel like Käärijä, and fans by proxy, is our family and we feel safe to express our hurt and that we will be heard.

But again it's important to remember that here we're all on the same side and if anyone really really wants to send hate mail - well then esc account is much better recipient as an example 💩

[greenqueenhightower]

People (Team Black twt) are reading "Oh, he’s Dornish!" as racism and the Rhaenicents who want Alicent to only live for Rhaenyra read it as disgust but Alicent clearly had a thing for Dornish men and Ser Criston in particular.

I’ll quote directly from the first episode’s script. From before Criston even says his first words to Rhaenyra, before Aemma’s death, before Alicent’s marriage to Voserys, before the brothel, before Rhaenyra slept with him, before Alicent feeling betrayed by Rhaenyra lying and getting her father sent away, before Rhaenyra’s wedding and Criston killing Joffrey. Alicent laid eyes on him and was heart eyes emoji.

KING'S LANDING, THE ROYAL BOX

(Ser Criston Cole rides over to the royal box with his helmet off and rested on his saddle. The knight is stunningly handsome: olive-skinned, with dark eyes and black hair.)

ALICENT:

“Gods. He's Dornish.”

(Rhaenyra looks at Alicent, as if trying to vicariously experience whatever it is that Alicent is experiencing.)

(As Ser Criston Cole gazes up at Rhaenyra and Alicent...)

SER CRISTON COLE:

“I was hoping to ask for the princess's favor.”

(Alicent's hopes are dashed. She looks at her younger, royal friend with envy.)

(Princess Rhaenyra and Alicent are far too caught up in their romantic fantasies to notice that the king and his Hand have quickly left the royal box in the middle of the tournament.)

Their romantic fantasies are Criston= Alicent, Daemon= Rhaenyra

It disproves that the only reason why Alicent wants Criston is because Rhaenyra had him. Alicent was attracted to him and Emily Carey said she in love with him and got bullied. Rhaenyra wasn’t interested in Criston upon meeting, didn’t see what Alicent saw in him and only built a relationship with him because he was all that was there. She was shunning Alicent, barely speaking to her father and Daemon was exiled/in the stepstones. Rhaenyra was never in love with Criston, he was just sex to her and a stand in friend.

It also should shut the “Alicent wants everything Rhaenyra has! She’s obsessed with Rhaenyra and using Criston as a vessel to be close to her!” people up too.

Alicent is capable of physical attraction towards certain men. Alicent is attracted to Criston and has been for 20 years. Her girlhood crush turned into a deep love and understanding somewhere during the 16-17 years he’s been her sworn protector. Rhaenyra never had Criston the in the ways Alicent has him. His one time sexual encounter with Rhaenyra, a brief stint in her service and a fling that led need badly doesn’t come close to holding the same weight of nearly 2 decades of service, friendship, trust, support, mutual attraction, pining and him loving and protect her children too.

Nobody ever says that Harwin was Rhaenyra’s substitute for Alicent with his brown curly hair, big brown eyes, hand of the king father and his Andal and first men blood.

Of course Alicent had a thing for Criston! I read "God's, he's Dornish!" as an exclamation of amazement and an audible attraction of Alicent towards *exotic* Dornish men.

Thanks for adding the script excerpts, it is clear that Alicent is intentionally interested in Criston as early as episode 1. This is why Rhaenyra's later betrayal doubly hurts because Rhaenyra not only betrayed Alicent's friendship but also showed her that she believed herself to be entitled to anything Alicent might have liked or wanted for herself. And it pained Alicent even more, because Rhaenyra knew that Alicent, being married to the king, could not have wanted or let herself desire Criston, yet Rhaenyra was free to do as she liked and rubbed that on Alicent's face.

Therefore, I think it matters greatly for both Alicent and Criston that they finally consummate their blossoming love in S2, and Alicent finally feels that she has found her previously denied freedom to seek what she desires.

Your above analysis is on point! Thanks so much for the ask���� You also make such a good point about Harwin being Alicent's substitute for Rhaenyra, I have never thought of that before!

[togethernow]

Get ready for an extra special edition of Headcannons!

Anyways RHYTHM HEAVEN PRIDE HEADCANONS YIPPEE!!!!

They're in no particular order btw

ANYWAYS HERE WE GO

The Paddlers and the Cosmic Paddlers (and I guess the space and cosmic dancers too) are agender!

Yeah their whole general species is agender. They also reproduce asexually (as in paddler babies just pop up out of nowhere)

Oh yeah... on the topic of people from space...

Cosmic girl is trans! (A trans girl to be more specific)

DJ Yellow and DJ Blue are both gay

And dating!

Aheehee they're so so so SO cute

I think DJ Blue always had a crush on Yellow, and since Yellow is always was a physical affection sort of guy even towards friends, Blue always felt super flustered Yellow would hug him or something.

For Yellow, it took a while, but I think he fell in love with Blue after about 2-3 years.

Student Rocker/Deshi/Cecil/whatever you call them is non binary!

They go by they/them

JJ's demi aroace!

He's pretty standoffish and I feel like if he did fall in love with someone, he would still act all cold and distant. (There will be signs though!)

hehehehe flustered JJ...

Wandering Samurai's aroace!

Literally cause while they were out dating n stuff he was here studying the blade

Also I thought it would be funny cause a bunch of ladies like him

I mean he's still flustered cause you would be too if a lady just up and lunged at you, right?

He's more interested in keeping the peace instead of saving the damsels though

UN UN UN UN UN UN UN UN UN UN-

And it's allllll you guy's fault TwT/hj

They are the epitome of banger date idea: fight another couple

Adore is pan!

Heh heh fun fact she actually has a pretty big crush on Assistant (you guys didn't hear that from me btw)

Oh yeah, speaking of Assistant...

She likes girls :3

Does she like Adore back? Idk maybe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

(UUUUGGGGGHHHH WHY IS THERE ONLY THIS AND THE SPRITE OF HER FROM NINTENDO BADGE ARCADE AND NOT THE ONE WHERE SHE LOOKS SUPER HAPPY)

(and yes I'm getting these from rhwiki.net, the superior rhythm heaven wiki)

Ann Glerr is aroace and agender!

In terms of everything in life, it really said "Nah, I'd fish."

She goes by she/it btw

Squirrel dude's also aroace!

(Gee, so many aroace people today...)

(Totally no bias here >:3)

Also because I thought it would be funny

I feel like for Squirrel especially, he legitimately does NOT understand what romance is, despite how long he's been with his colleagues for

Like he just thinks it's like friendship+, which it kinda is? But not at the same time?

Idk Squirrel man, keep studying the science of love and one day, you might get it

And last but not least...

THEY!!!!!!

OML

THEY LITERALLY

AUAUAAUUAUGUGUGUGHGUHGUGHAUUAGUHUAHUGUHU

AAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

Ok gotta explain them

Skip this next section if you don't want to read a MASSIVE MASSIVE LORE DUMP

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Uhhhh so basically in high school Pitcher was uhhh...

not doing too good

For reasons I'll probably explain in the future, (idk how far into the future), she was hit with the dysphoria™ and had this whole like mysterious/tough kid persona

I'll be referring to Pitcher as he in this next segment, as that was how he wanted to be called back then

He was part of the school's coed baseball team, and would wear his baseball uniform all the time, avoiding classes and hiding out in the boy's bathroom or the roof for most of the day.

He had very little friends, like Julia/Senpai/His Crush/whatever you call her since they were childhood friends, They weren't that close, though, since Senpai was very busy with studying or student council meetings or whatever (she was, in fact, the Ultimate Senpai!). Pitcher had A Boy/Romeo/Kouhai as his main friend for a while, due to their troubles in making friends with others (Pitcher cause of his standoffish-ness and Kouhai because of his social anxiety).

But there was also...

Reporter.

Oh sweet, chipper, who shines just like the sun Reporter. Reporter was a popular girl who got along with just about anyone you could think of. That made her job of being the reporter for the school newspaper very easy. That, in turn, made her appear at many schools events, like school dances, tournaments, and... baseball games.

Reporter was supposed to interview players for a segment in the newspaper the next week and she noticed a person she never saw in the school before.

Pitcher saw her approaching and hid somewhere before she could interview him. 'Damn, it's that annoying ass girl' he probably thought. From behind the bleachers, Pitcher watched her interview his other teammates, making sure that she wouldn't come her way. However, as he looked at her, he realized something.

'Ghghghhh... She's so damn cute!'

I mean like, Pitcher VERY WELL knew he was attracted to girls, even in like middle school, but most of those girls were like, beautiful celebrities on tv n such. Reporter was different, though. The way she was always so chip n cheerful, the way she always added meaningful comments in conversations no matter what, Pitcher felt something deep inside him. Like he wanted to squeeze the life out of her, but not in a malicious way or anything.'

'Damn, no wonder why everyone wants to talk to her...'

His hand covered his burning cheeks. Was he really getting this flustered over Reporter of all people??? He growled and scampered home, not wanting to think of it any longer.

Meanwhile, the event was winding down, and Reporter realized that she still didn't get to talk to the infamous, elusive pitcher. She looked and asked everywhere, but she couldn't find him no matter what. Eventually, she reluctantly went home herself.

On the way, her mind exploded with various scenarios on how a conversation with the pitcher would go. What would it be like to sit down face to face with him and talk about whatever? What would the inner thoughts of someone like that be like? Why did she never see him until today? Before she knew it, her heart was racing, and not just because she really wanted to talk to him. That day, she vowed

"I'm gonna talk to him no matter what!!!"

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Annnnnnd ramble over

If you made it to the end, you're a real one. Thanks for sticking along. Happy pride month to you all!!

[hsrlanedefencesquad]

Ok so I've finally played the haze story and the premier was ok, nothing special, nothing bad about it (same way I've always felt about alice's other books so maybe this writing style just doesn't resonate with me) but I still have high hopes for this story...it has so much opportunity to get better

Things I didn't like:

Alice should have explored on Lada and veraya's relationship more, they didn't feel close to me, so much so that I wasn't moved by the sister's death at all

Dragan - what's this guy's problem??? No seriously, I hate this "boy is mean to you because he secretly likes you" CHILDISH ASS TROPE. It's not even a sort of dislike that I can digest from a red flag, no he is full on being mean and insulting & looks like he hates mc with every fiber of his being (I mean he literally clenches his jaw when he sees her coming) I don't like this (and this is coming from someone who loves romancing red flags) I really hope he has a GREAT excuse for why he acts that way other than he has a secret crush on her or else that would be stupid and I will use all my diamonds in making him miserable anyway I can

I was really expecting better from an RC writer not to do this annoying ass trope ESPECIALLY because GOE has already done it and it was no less ANNOYING...like what's going on with the "Boy is mean to you because he secretly likes you & you think he is in love with your dead twin sister but he is actually in love with you" trope?? Did Alice just take inspiration from anastasia's cas route or did a book recently blow up in book twt that had this trope, making other authors go crazy & venture into it or what?! Stop it, it's annoying & childish 🫵🏾

It's just been 2 episodes and I can already see that Lada has little to no backbone, why did anastasia write Lada being in love with that dragan idiot as the canon?? No like even on the determined/stubbornness path....Lada just keeps blushing like a fool thinking about dragan immediately after the idiot says the most insulting thing about her ever, even when I hadn't taken diamond choices with him, she was already blushing?? I hate my mcs being canonically in love with a character especially when said character is a jerk

Not only that but she also seems pathetic over him too, she obsesses over any little interaction her twin sister has with him, EVEN IN HER DEATH & FUNERAL, like what??? your sister just died and the main thing that made you finally drop a tear was whether dragan's gift was sincere or because he liked your sister so he gave you a gift because she asked.....like I would have been able to accept her having a crush on that idiot if she hated herself for it too or had strong internal monologues struggling with liking someone who despises her, like girl have some dignity please. I don't think I have found any mc so pathetic (in how she treats her romantic feelings aspect) in just 2 episodes.....plus she just feels so empty written (yes it has only been 2 episodes so we can't know much about her but still) it feels like there isn't even anything to know about her and please don't bring up lane because that is a very differently written character, she is written as cold and apathetic but we still could feel out her personality but lada? she isn't even described as being cold or empty, just average yet she still feels so.....meh

(I will humbly offer my apologies and give Alice all the praise if she progresses in the upcoming episodes, please note this isn't my analysis for the WHOLE story just this 2 little episodes so yes I do know there is still room for more and I am excitedly waiting on it. This is not a hate post)

Good thing I can say about Lada is that all her sprites are pretty and even though she feels bad about being average compared to her sister, she doesn't go the pick-me "woe is me, oh look at me I'm not like other girls route or develop some grudge or inferiority complex towards her sister for being better that her, No she accepts the way she is and instead find something else she loves doing that makes her whole)

The races

I either don't have eyes or I'm delusional because let me tell you, I haven't seen ONE black character in this story yet that was all the russians could complain of, either racists are that obsessed with black people that they pretty much see them every where, they aren't or there are some hidden characters that maybe I didn't see because where are the black people everyone was talking about? Only black person I saw was the opportunity to choose your mc's sprite

Infact, the race that I kept on seeing was asian (this also seemed weird to me but I googled it and it says slavic people extended to some parts of asia so they rightfully belong there & I don't really know what the russians have to complain about)

[ittostine]

just like magic

kinktober day 2 : stomach bulge

A/N: prompts by @/a_blk_a on twt! also oh my god i've been thinking about this allll day i was so excited to write this i hope you guys enjoy

summary:

modern!wriolyney: lyney’s a criminal, one that purposely gets himself caught just to see that big buff officer again and again, until wriothesley couldn’t understand why; lyney just wants his dick inside his hole and make it disappear like magic.

or

"lyney moaned as wriothesley’s hand found itself reaching a bump on his stomach where his dick is thrusting into. ahh, wriothesley smiled to himself."

the door opens and a blonde man in handcuffs is brought through the door. the eyes of officers around the police station dart to the criminal, and question marks are sounded out through sighs of confusion. 

“him again?”

“how many times has he been brought in?”

“his third? fourth?”

the policeman who had caught him had eyes of regret, almost as if he didn’t want to take the poor guy in for questioning. not out of pity for him, but for the man who’s name he was about to call out.

“chief wriothesley!” the man called out, still holding to his captive’s arm. “we got somebody here for you.”

almost as if from the shadows of a random hallway, wriothesley appeared from the dark, his dark grey hair and scruffy, stubbly chin in full view now. as his tight uniform fitted onto his huge pecs and muscular body, the blonde captive criminal smiled, as if happy to be caught for a crime.

“you?” wriothesley seemed surprised, but his tone was the same nonchalant and indifferent tone that he used everyday. “ah, why am i even surprised.”

“chief, i caught him pickpocketing on the streets.” the policeman reported, and hesitated before he spoke next. “he almost outran me, but he said he would comply if it meant he got to meet you.”

wriothesley’s eyebrow rose at this. “same as always with this guy. didn’t know i got fans.”

“the name’s lyney, sir wriothesley.” the blonde man finally spoke, the handcuffs jingling as he raised both his hands, but extended a palm in offer for a handshake. 

shaking his hand, wriothesley chuckled in confusion. this guy is acting way too friendly for someone who just got caught for a crime. nevertheless, as per the policeman’s statement, he decided to take lyney in for questioning despite the small crime. 

“you sure do have a rolodex of crimes, huh?” wriothesley said as the door locked shut. “vandalism, shoplifting, public indecency and now pickpocketing. you having fun, kid?”

“i’m actually not a kid,” lyney spoke, raising a hand lightly as if he was a child in a classroom. “i’m about 23 this year. which makes me very legal. i’m very legal and of age.”

“...okay.” 

wriothesley racked his head looking at this guy’s file. why is he so adamant on committing a crime and asking for wriothesley personally? 

“so why.. exactly do you ask for me? you know, these aren’t really big crimes. they usually call me out for murders and the really important stuff. and besides, you don’t do crimes for yourself.. what i’m hearing is you are so obvious doing them it’s like you want to get caught. got a crush on me or somethin’?”

“...yeah,” lyney simply said, his face still poker, as if he was nonchalant about admitting his crush on the big scruffy man infront of him. “i want you, wriothesley.”

wriothesley was taken aback by this confidence, and his front almost wavered. the boy was handsome, and his confidence didn’t help that much in making him seem extremely attractive. god, i’m pent up, wriothesley thought to himself. nevertheless, he still had to do his job. slamming the documents on the table, lyney flinched as wriothesley sat on the table top and leaned in closer to lyney.

“you will call me officer.” wriothesley commanded, hoping to take lyney out of his delusion that he can score a man like this. but as wriothesley did so, he realised he may have made it worse. the boy in front of him was a blushing mess, his face suddenly red and hot and sweaty, almost as if embarrassed. as wriothesley looked down, he realised the bulging and throbbing boner that lyney had in his leather shorts, a tent growing inside. “...what the heck? you like that? being commanded?”

lyney nodded. “y-yes.. sir..”

jesus, he thought to himself. lyney’s whimper only made wriothesley’s own cock start growing hard. …fuck it.

wriothesley sighed, and left the room in a rush. lyney grew confused, wondering where he went. in less than a minute, wriothesley came back and locked the door again. 

“no one’s watching. let’s make this quick, hm?”

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“you’re… bigger than i expected,” lyney moaned as wriothesley’s tip slowly penetrated the former’s ass, the lube overflowing from the amount needed for lyney to fully let the huge cock that was owned by the chief of police inside of him. wriothesley, wearing nothing but the tie that he bit to hold up, hanging from his mouth as he grit his teeth.

“...fuck you’re tight. jesus fucking christ.” wriothesley groaned, he slowly pushed in more, and lyney’s breathy gasp followed by the squeeze on wriothesley’s arm made wriothesley want to pound that ass until lyney couldn’t breathe from way his hole was being roughed up so hard he would have an asthma attack. “and your ass is smaller than my dick expected.”

after pushing it all in quickly to spare lyney, lyney whimpered and let out tiny, breathy moans as his toes curled from the pain and the pleasure of having a dick so big in him that he felt like he’s reaching his intestines. as the slick sound of lube squelched as wriothesley brought it out again, lyney could already feel the effect of fitting that cock into his tiny hole. already feeling empty just from wriothesley’s cock slightly moving away, his moan of pleasure following wriothesley’s thrust back into his ass was louder than it needed to be.

“don’t be so fucking loud.” wriothesley groaned, his gruff, husky voice commanding lyney. “is that clear? or i’ll take it out.”

“y-yes sir.. please..” lyney cried to himself, tears of pleasure leaving his breathless mouth. “please never take it out… i love this cock…”

smiling slightly, wriothesley caressed lyney’s hair to tuck it behind his ear. as he started moving up the speed a little more, lyney got more used to wriothesley’s cock inside of him, the plap of their skin slapping together growing louder, following lyney’s cries of ecstasy. as sweat dripped from wriothesley’s face onto lyney’s body, wriothesley found himself feeling up the glorious body in front of him. 

“fuck! sir, right there, sir- aah..” lyney moaned as wriothesley’s hand found itself reaching a bump on his stomach where his dick is thrusting into. ahh, wriothesley smiled to himself.

“you like that? feeling the way my dick is so big it’s bulging out of you?” wriothesley’s gruff voice reached lyney’s ears, causing the latter’s eyes to roll back into his skull. “you want this big dick, huh? no other cock can satisfy you like mine? that’s why you’re a thieving criminal? you wanted this big, thick cock to rub your insides?”

“nngh, yes! yes, sir! only yours can satisfy me like this!” lyney cried, his nails digging onto wriothseley’s pre-scarred body. “please keep touching it there.. it’s gonna make me cum!”

a deep chuckle rumbled from wriothesley’s throat. “good boy.. i’ll cum inside you if you want.”

desperately, lyney nodded as the pounding had him braindead, any thoughts interrupted by wriothesley’s deep thrusts brought him to a different world. as the sloppy thrusts got faster, wriothesley grabbed onto lyney’s hips and thrusted into him like a toy, the stomach bulge making lyney cry from the way wriothesley’s dick was just that big. as lyney hugged onto wriothesley’s back, they both moaned in sync to each other as the thrusts got rougher, lyney’s ass growing red and marks deepening onto wriothesley’s back from lyney’s hands. 

“lyney… i’m gonna-”

“wriothesley- sir- aah!”

and with the first shot, lyney could feel his intestines start to flood wriothesley’s cum, filling him up enough to feed him for a week. as wriothesley pulled out, he slumped onto a chair panting from the intense, rough sex. as lyney stayed laid over the table, his chest rose up and down, catching his breath. 

after a few moments, wriothesley threw lyney’s clothes at him and told him to put it on. after they both got dressed, wriothesley took lyney out back to the desk.

“this guy’s fine. he doesn’t have anything stolen on him.” wriothesley told the officer at the desk, referring to lyney. “if he gave everything back, we have no reason to keep him here.”

taking a pen and paper, he wrote down a number and a name and gave it to the still-dazed lyney standing in front of him. 

“next time you want to see me, don’t get arrested. just call me, and i’ll be there to personally arrest you myself.” wriothesley passed lyney the paper, slightly smiling. the friendly tone clearly resonated with the latter, as he took the paper enthusiastically. 

“i’ll be sure to call.” 

“you better.”

[bloggingboutburgers]

Hi again, it's the crunchy fish stick! (oops, late reply...been busy lol) You and your QPP are really cute and I'm happy for you guys!!

Honestly I reached out to begin with cause at the time there was this online friend who I wasn't sure if I was squishing or crushing on or not at the time (he felt similarly, but without the squish part) and we agreed to give it some time to see if we should try dating or just leave it as is...and I felt like I should research because of that to find out if a) maybe I'm arospec, b) maybe we should QPR, c) is it really that difficult to be long distance.... After an evening of research and some thinking afterwards, it turns out that I feel aroflux! (and if you feel aroflux then that means you are one, like with everything else) Soooooo we had a conversation and now we've been dating for almost a month despite being half the world apart/having a 10 hr gap (funny how that's kinda similar to you and your QPP lol) and it's nice

He's allocishet (is that actually offensive?? I still don't know ^^;) but it felt great that he actually listened to my idea of "should we QPR" (even though we didn't go with that) and he didn't mind that I'm aroflux and yeah, it was a good feeling. Hopefully we won't miss each other too much cause we're both kinda busy people and also unable to travel for some years...though I guess ping spree-ing (spamming) each other on Discord in our spare time helps lol

Ummm idk if it's okay to be prattling on so much with technically irrelevant stuff ^^; but it felt right to share. Tbh I feel like that other anon who said sex was like donuts to them, but for me it's romance--it's good and fun, enjoyable when it happens, but I could see myself living my life without it just fine. (though I've only been in an online situationship that ended badly before, until recently with my now-bf...) I think the idea that being without a romantic partner for life or being a forever virgin is the worst thing ever to happen...I think people who have that idea and mindset stuck in their heads are kind of silly tbh--there's so much to life outside of romance or sex! (I'm sure you know that fully well too lol, this is me agreeing) Although I'd like to try kissing and other romantic gestures or maaaaaybe sex in the future, they don't seem like goals to me atm--is this something allos could think too?

Now that I've started "the thoughts" and prattling, I think I could talk even more but I should stop now lol

Hope you feel awesome--cause both you and your work/comics are awesome--and this is the crunchy fish stick signing off for now because she has a tendency to go on too long!

(one last thought: QPRs are like super customizable t-shirts?? how's that take?)

Aaaaaaa hello!! Thank you so so much for sending news and sharing your experience, this was super heartwarming to read TwT I'm so glad it turned out well for you guys and I wish you the absolute best!! And good luck with the distance too! Though hey, if you're giving it a try it means you're confident you can deal with it, so I have faith in you guys^^ May you be happy and vibe the way you want to vibe!

(Also I quite like that take! My godson when I explained my QPR to him also used the word "customized" to sum it up in his own words, so that definitely resonates with my experience as well)

[noahschnappinfs]

Everytime I see those hate posts with lots of likes I remember that Noah’s spam acc almost has 600k followers. Not all of them are fans but yk what I mean. Also his WB post got 1mil likes or a little bit more. It’s a post about Will, but people still liked his post, his haters don’t do that lol. There are 8bil people on this planet, most of them don’t even know about Noah or just don’t care. And yeah, some of them just follow what other people say, especially on twitter. Also didn’t a post on tiktok about people having a crush on Noah in the past (it was about him coming out as gay, not him becoming "problematic") got 1mil likes?

Sometimes it’s cool that I’m from Eastern Europe ha. ST fandoms here love Noah or just don’t care about him. There are few Noah haters but I noticed that most of them are obsessed with twt/western internet culture so that tracks lol. There’s a vid about his cancellation and it got almost 100k views and all of the comments (there were like 5 hate comments only I think haha) were supporting him or saying something like “Damn that was a stupid move from him why did he do all that but whatever not a big deal”

it’s impressive that after all the hate he’s has received, he’s still the most followed male actor in the show. that says a lot about his appeal and like you mentioned, he also has a successful new tiktok which is impressive considering that it’s private and he keeps kicking people out if they are hateful.

yes, i also saw that tiktok of a girl remembering how she cried when noah came out because she had a crush on him. it was posted quite recently and got like 1M likes, it was full of other girls expressing the same sentiment.

i’ve also talked with some friends about the fact that i think this whole outrage is a very american thing. i don’t want to dive too deep into my opinions about that but i agree with you on that one and you can ask a bunch of non-americans and you’ll get the same answer that most people actually don’t care at all because there’s other crazy stuff happening in our own countries.

i feel like normal people that aren’t as chronically online really don’t care about his “controversies”. remember that aggressively wasted report a few months ago, i saw a tiktok reporting it as news for a more adult public and most of the comments were like “yes he’s a teenager, i also got drunk at his age”. my favourite comment was one that said something like “let noah party” and i was like “yes, let noah party” lol

[sillyseaveerablogs]

A/N: OMG, I DIDN'T EXPECT THIS?!!! TQ?!!!!! Also a part two of my Bakingshow fanfic, but this time, it focuses on the survivors?! also after this I'll be making a masterpost of this so y'all don't get lost! ANYWAYS ENJOY This one's for you @razztazzel ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── P/s: Frilla belongs to @3luejamz Malik belongs to 888spiders on twt (they let me use their oc, just as long as I give credit with their Twt) ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

At the gardenview lobby, Tina and Sprout’s Toon Handler were discussing, wanting to save the Reaper Toons. It was midnight, cold air spreading around them, no laughter and talking, and no children playing and interacting with the toons. The elevators were shut down, presumably not wanting to alert the flower. “Tina, how many times have I had to tell you? We can’t defeat Dandy and his toon handler without some consciousness from your friend!” Sprout’s toon handler fumed, not knowing it’s midnight. They crossed their arms and sighed loudly. “We know you want to get Sprout to gain some consciousness but it’s dangerous.” They said, raking their messy orange hair. “Sir, I’ll be fine, with Cosmo’s help, we can get through it!” Tina argued. She’s in her long-sleeved nightgown, with a sleep mask on top of her newly haircut she did herself. “No, you cannot, you’re still weak from the sting that your friend did,” Tina looks at her left arm, a swollen but safely cured wound still lingered on her, which came from her jellyfish friend whom she hangs out with outside of her pastry cousin and his fruit friend. She touches it if it still stings. It still hurts but it’s only just less. “I may be weak but me and Cosmo can still save them,” Tina further argued. “I can save her, I can save anyone and stop the Ichor Project, but most importantly, I can save Malik, who I see as a brother that I never had, even though he may or may not be with us anymore.” She concludes the speech with a sob, of longing for Malik, of longing for Frilla. The toon handler quickly loses their temper and patted Tina at the back. They comfort her with “Hey, I know you can do it. You just have to believe inside your heart that you can. With that said, you can go now.” they finished. Looking at their handwatch, they can’t believe it’s 12.15 a.m. As soon as she got off the bench and rang the bell, “Good night, Tina” Sprout’s toon handler said. She quickly turned around and with a small smile, whispered “Good night, sir.” Down and down she goes to her room where Cosmo is waiting on her bed. He was wearing long sleeve pyjamas with a sleeping mask on top of his long head. “So, how it’s going?” Cosmo asked, twirling his fingers in nervousness. “Well it’s fine, Sprout’s toon handler asked me about my safety, our equipments for our run and of course, stopping Dandy and saving our friends.” Tina jabbered, lying on the bed where her cousin slept. Cosmo looked at Tina in disgust and said, “That’s my bed you’re sleeping on…” “Well, then you’re sitting on my bed,” She proclaimed, rolling on top of her cousin’s pillow so she could talk to him. How funny, she thought. “Hey, tomorrow night we can have a pillow fight until Vee’s toon handler bust down the door! Or a Movie night!” “Yea, yea, but only after we stopped Dandy!” She exclaimed and sprinted to her cousin to tickle him until he said stop. NOW WHO SAID WE CAN’T SHARE BEDS?!” “HEY! STOP!” They laugh so loudly that Cosmo almost got hit on the floor. OW! Cosmo rasped. “Oops, so sorry…” Tina regretted that decision quickly, picking up her pastry cousin and shooed him towards his bed. Cosmo did as she prompted. Now lying in bed, they start to think about their partners. “Do you miss your crush, Coco?” Tina asked, still looking at the ceiling. “Yeah, me too. You?” Cosmo answered. “The same.” Not knowing what to do this morning, they say goodnight and go off to slumberland. They are still waiting to see their partners in good condition.

[lunaz-virtual-diary]

entry # 20

aorry i havent written in a while! (˵ˊᯅˋ˵)

i gotta stop making this a habit lol. todays been weird. im super dysphoric rn so I'm not feeling too good. i was so excited looking at this cool hair straightening treatment and its like 500$ </3 so that crushed me and my mom didnt help me feel any better ໒꒰ྀི ಠ ᎔ ಠ ꒱ྀི১ i dont know how anyone could want curly hair? even if it wasnt dysphoria related I would still want this. CURLY HAIR SUCKS. its actual hell to deal with and doesnt suit me. my mom just said "well as your hair grows it'll get less straight" THAT DOESNT SOLVE ANYTHING!! (˵ˊᯅˋ˵) i dont want "straight-er" i want STRAIGHT!! as straight as spaghetti before its cooked... but perfectly not as fragile! i know i can manifest n stuff ive just had a weird day and i need to complain lol.

the start of the day was so scary TwT nothing felt real. it was like i was living in a dream it was terrifying!! it reminds me of how i felt when i was hospitalized. nothing felt real. apparently its a trauma thing? the other day my morbid curiousity got to me and i saw one of those snvff vids with the ai filter over it. :c... maybe im like overreacting but i feel like sobbing thinking about it. i didnt see any of the actual gore but i could hear everything. they were KIDS :C kids. one of them im pretty sure was literally csam with a minion filter slapped on it. ive been having nightmares about it. i dont understand how anyone could do that. especially to a child. it makes me sick. i almost vomited after seeing it.. i know a lot of people are desensitized to this stuff but I'm not. at all.

I did see my new therapist today though!! I love him sm he's so funny i feel so comfy around him. i was scared abt having a male therapist but like you know how you can tell someone is gay just by how they act and talk? thats him. he got me signed up to do some candy thingy at a hospital? i forget what its called but its like a DREAM!! I'll get to cheer up kids and elderly people!! i really wanna be some sort of nurse and he says thats a good place to learn about the different kinds and what people do! he told me I would be "a lovely nurse" and told the ppl on the phone that i was a sweetheart!! thats like, EXACTLY HOW I WANNA BE PERCIEVED!! so that made me happy!! I really wanna help kids and animals the most. making kids and animals happy just warms my heart and having a career of doing that just sounds like a dream

my dad got me some fries n a strawberry milkshake !! ૮꒰๑>⩊<๑꒱ა it was also my bestie's older brother's bday !! so happy bday 2 him (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) !! I've been focusing sm on shifting and i have a good feeling about it! I might respawn to my waiting room! but idk yet. i decided my waiting room is gonna be an adorable cutecore house with pink heart shaped appliances and a bunch of kittens !! plus my bfie ofc :3c after writing all this im def in a better mood!! besides, I'm the god of my own reality! so I can manifest whatever. sometimes im scared to say that because my hellenic beliefs are a bit different from others..! a lot of people find it disrespectful when it's simply a fact! Aphrodite gave me permission to call myself her daughter and nobody is offended or upset with me when i refer to myself as a goddess! wanna know why? because im not mocking anyone! i dont think im better than the gods, in fact, I'm below them. but I am still the goddess of my own reality and the other gods and goddesses are like motherly and fatherly figures to me who help guide me! ♡

[frankenjoly]

I'll rest assured

2x1 in atsulucy aka a couple drabbles i made for a fanweek on twt that got poofed out of existence

“unrequited” feelings

“Huh… can I ask you about something?” Lucy started out, almost stuttering, and it seemed crystal clear what her question was about. At least for Yosano.

There was no way it was about a medical issue, since her last shot had been just taken care of barely a couple of minutes ago, and the doctor had barely let the girl’s arm go so she could apply pressure over the spot by herself. In fact, the small bit of cotton used for it had been on her hand instead of Lucy’s only a second ago. So, unless there was something she hadn’t deemed appropriate to bring up beforehand, which was unlikely… it could only be one thing.

Crushes troubles.

“Of course, shoot.” Yosano lost no time in answering, discarding the needle she had just used while talking.

“It’s about… well, Atsushi.” And, there it was. “Do you think… he likes me? Like, y’know, like me like that.”

“Fearing it might be unrequited, aren’t you?” Once the needle was properly secured and thrown away, the doctor also got rid of the disposable gloves she had been using and made them follow the same fate said needle had met.

“Basically, yeah.” 

Her snorting at the affirmative response wasn’t meant to mock Lucy, but to show how unlikely Akiko found the mere idea. And fortunately, it seemed the younger of the two picked it up instantly. Good thing, really. Someone had to be the perceptive one in that relationship, and despite loving the kid quite a bit, she knew very well that might not be Atsushi. Not yet, at least.

“Ah, don’t worry about that.” Now in the middle of changing into the usual pair of gloves she used to wear just as accessories, Yosano waved as a way to try and wipe Lucy’s fears away. “It’s just that, as our dear Ranpo-san said once, he still needs to get a bit of… speed, when it comes to noticing this kinda stuff.”

“Really?”

“I mean, have you seen him?” Such a comment made the redhead laugh, and she couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly. Of course it was all going to be okay, and the doctor had no doubt it would be proven true sooner rather than later.

(Also on ao3.)

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“Penny for your thoughts?” 

“I’d rather have that in yen, y’know.” When Atsushi’s eyes met Lucy, she was already sticking her tongue out at him as an answer to that comment. Deserved, though.

“Very funny.” She even rolled her eyes and, had they been physically closer to each other, something was telling him Lucy would have also pinched him. Not like he would complain, anyway. “Now to the point, what’s on your mind?”

“Alright, alright. You ever thought about getting tattoos? ‘Cause I sometimes do.”

Lucy then moved from her previous position, from laying in bed to sitting cross-legged over it, face resting between her palms and staring at him with more than evident curiosity. There was no need for her to say more, since Atsushi instantly picked up how she was asking him to elaborate.

“I mean, it’s not like I’ve given too much thought to what it would be, but… I’m pretty sure when it comes to the place?” He shrugged, pointing at the burnt scars on his side. “It’s gonna take time, and money I don’t have yet, and all that stuff. But, y’know…”

“It could look cool, yeah.” Lucy patted the spot right beside her, with yet another wordless request Atsushi instantly obliged too.

Offering her a smile, he returned to the bed, letting himself fall over it with not too much force, and taking position on the aforementioned spot while placing his head on her lap.

“I accept ideas, by the way.”

“Ah, that makes two of us.” She giggled, poking Atsushi’s nose. “Y’know, ‘cause I think I might do that too.” Her hand then moved up, running through his hair. “Like, maybe they won’t get completely covered and so. But you can definitely do pretty neat stuff.”

“Like with our lives.” Atsushi smiled again, both at the thought and Lucy’s gestures.

“Like with our lives.” She repeated, nodding along with those words.

(Also on ao3.)