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✨ The In Stars and Time Spoiler Q&A ✨

it's time. MASSIVE IN STARS AND TIME SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT. IT'S GONNA BE SO LONG. LET'S GO

I hope you are aware of The Secret Final Boss because I'm also gonna spoil the crab out of that. If you haven't,

1. Did you know the events for interacting with your souvenirs are randomized for some of them, and also change depending on how far you are in the game.

2. Did you know there's a way to show souvenirs to a certain character.

3. Did you know you can go back to Dormont during the Epilogue.

Figure that out, and come back here! Or watch a let's play online. You can also do that.

I will also try to adopt a ~mysterious cool voice with no exclamation points~ for Effect. Come with me on this journey.

Now. Questions time!

✨ Will you ever make a sequel to ISAT, or make a game in the same universe?

Nah. This was always intended to be The Story. This is your turn to imagine things now.

✨ But so what happened to the Country? What was its name? What about the wishes? What about the colors? What did Siffrin say as an openphrase to open the door to the King's room? What about--

I will not answer those. It's your turn.

✨ BUT THE COUNTRY AND THE COLORS AND THE WISHES

Ok fine. Here are some facts that I alluded to in-game, that I am confirming now.

-The Country disappearing and the events that made colors go away are not related.

-The colors disappeared a loooong time ago, which is why knowing they even existed is a relatively new find.

-A wish made everyone forget the Country.

I will ALSO say that ISAT's map operates on Final Fantasy/General Fantasy rules (i.e. in-universe locations are based off of real ones when it comes to culture, but are not one to one parallels, especially for geography), so no, the Country isn't based on the UK oh my god please do not say that to me again or im deleting ISAT out of your computers and putting legos at the foot of your bed. It's based on another place. You can figure it out, I believe in you.

✨ But why won't you give more info on what happened :(

Can you imagine if I did answer. Wouldn't that be a bummer, whatever my answer was. Sometimes things need to stay a mystery. And also, I don't want to answer <3

✨ Does the world Loop came from still exist after they left? Or is this a get mystery'd situation?

There is only One Timeline and it's the timeline that goes from the prologue to ISAT. Every timeline that gets rewound does not exist anymore, and that includes the prologue's timeline.

✨ What's the deal with Siffrin's dream at the start?

It's Siffrin's dream, but that doesn't mean our Siffrin is the main star.

✨ Is [specific missable game moment] canon?

Every moment that you personally experience in the game is canon.

✨ Is there a reason Siffrin remembers their name but the King doesn't?

What makes you think Siffrin does?

✨ At the very very end of the game, if you look out the window behind the Head Housemaiden, Sif mentions seeing an island in the distance. Is that his country?

It is. It's always been there, for the whole game. You can see it in the distance, too.

✨ Who was the King, before?

He was just a guy!

✨ With the King left remembering in the end, does that in any way change the redaction effect for other people in the world going forward?

That's a fun idea. Maybe!

✨ One thing that never really clicked for me is: Is the sweet smell Time Craft or Wish Craft? Or is the sweet smell TIme Craft and specifically the burnt sugar smell is Wish Craft? Other way around? Does this question even matter since without Wish Craft you can't attain Time Craft in the first place? (To me, yes.)

Wish Craft smells sweet. Time Craft doesn't have a smell per se, but it does do something.

✨ Does Mirabelle retain her immunity to being frozen in time after the events of the game or does it go away after the Head Housemaiden is saved? Or does it persist for a while and eventually fade away?

I imagine the immunity slowly faded away. But no one's left to do Time Craft, so it's a moot point anyway.

✨ How was Odile able to stop Siffrin from looping back during the fight against Siffrin?

In the Discord channel I stated that it's because "she's just that cool", but really, she does have access to some skills that heighten the efficacity of Rock/Paper/Scissors attacks, so it's not too much of a stretch to imagine she could lower the efficacity of Time Craft as well. In this last loop, while listening to Loop and observing, she could figure out Siffrin was looping way earlier than she could in even the Sus Quest, so she made plans. She is Very Smart <3

✨ Will you ever share everyone's full names?

That's artbook content <3

✨ In the ending, what happened to Siffrin's hat?

Flew away. It's gone now.

✨ Looking back at the original comics, and seeing how comic!sif has both eyes at the start of their loops, but in ending sequences is shown with his eye patch...did you ever consider making that concept of sif losing their eye a part of the main loop in either of your games? and if so, was there any reason why you decided against it?

Early on, I did think about making that whole event an event that happens during the loops, but quickly let that go since 1. it would be a pain to write and code (two different sets of Siffrin portraits!) and 2. if it happened, the player might want to look for a way to NOT make that happen and so 3. it would be a pain to write and code

✨ How was Siffrin's homelife before?

Pretty good!

✨ How old were Nille and Bonnie when they ran away? How old was Sif when their home got zapped?

Both were teens.

✨ How old IS everyone?

Siffrin is mid-late 20s. Mirabelle and Isabeau are early-mid 20s, with Isabeau being slightly older. Bonnie is a preteen. Odile is Too Old For This. Petronille, Bonnie's sister, is late teens-early 20s. You can ignore whatever I said in the prologue's artbook, whoever wrote this was Wrong!!!!!!!!!!

✨ Regarding the book that talks about someone who crafted a copy of themself using wish craft: is that meant to imply someone we know is the author (and/or the copy), or is it not directly related to any of em? or is it a "who knows ;)" situation where we can just speculate and theorize either way?

Please check the book again during Act 5! This applies to most items/map events by the way, like the pendant. You can check those during Act 5 and 6 for some fun new dialogue!

✨ Why are Siffrin's clothes so warm looking?

The Country got cold at night.

✨ What's up with Siffrin's pins?

They're made out of a special material. And also, they make Siffrin look cool <3

✨ I want to know the story behind Loop’s different eye shades!

They're blind in one eye. Also, fun foreshadowing <3

✨ What determines whether someone is paper/rock/scissors craft? Is it assigned naturally at birth or something else (and how do you find out)? Does it make you more inclined to use that specific craft or is anyone generally free to use whatever craft they want?

Astrology rules, It Just Is A Thing. Being Rock Type means it is way easier for you to do Rock Craft, but that doesn't mean you can't learn other types of craft, although it's way harder. Doing Craft of your type is instinct, doing Craft of another type would take some time and resarch.

✨What crimes has Odile committed before. I need to know.

Odile just smiles.

✨ Why did the King specifically target the House of Dormont?

I had a reason in mind, but adding it to the game would've added a layer of Explanation that really didn't need to be there. It's just a nice House.

✨ Who was Odile's hatecrush...

Dunno. It's your turn.

✨ What is loop's body situation. like is the surface of their "skin" solid? they did poke siffrin that one time, and we know they aren't cold, but...

I have some idea. But it's your turn!

✨ Would Sif still have looped if they hadn't made the wish he made in the beginning? As in, would Vaugarde's combined wish have made him loop until managing to beat the King?

No. But without time powers, you can imagine what would've happened next.

✨ During the Loop Hangout, how did the rest of the team make it all the way to The King? What about during Act 5?

During the Loop Hangout: with difficulty. During Act 5: Loop was there to guide them.

✨ Is Loop: 1. Actually comfortable with both he and they, but only gave the one pronoun to emphasize the distance? 2. Only using they/them because a large life event led to a shift in identity/ how they'd like to be perceived? or 3. time lops stole he from they they :(

Mostly that first one. But all three of those reasons have a bit of truth to them.

✨ Who cooked crab in the House of Change???

This is a very funny question! I've never thought about it. It's your turn.

✨ What are the Orbs that open the gate? Did the King create the Gate or was it there before?

(did not think about the orbs or the gate beyond "plot that proves there was a journey before") Stop Asking Questions,,,, It's your turn,,,,,,

✨ Bonnie's dialogue is *extremely* accurate to how overexcited kids talk, which is really rare to see. Was that something that took a lot of effort to achieve, or did it come naturally to you?

Thank you <3 I'm just that good. Really, Bonnie is an adult with no filter, and less general knowledge. I'm very glad I managed to write Bonnie well, especially since. I haven't talked to a kid. Since I was one myself

✨ The Spoilery Concept Art. Blease

oh yeah. here have it all. this is what I gave Mimi to do the animated trailer!

✨ So. What's everyone's favorite shade.

FINALLY the question. Plus I can say shade names now. White = darkless, Black = lightless. Light and Dark is like light grey/ dark grey. Oh my god I'm checking my notes and I wrote a small event I never used about hair dye colors like "midnight dark", "tomato grey", "snow light" past me that's so fucking funny

Anyway, Siffrin loves darkless, Mirabelle is more of a light shade lover, Isabeau loves that lightless (BECAUSE ITS FASHIONABLE OK), Odile likes darker shades, and Bonnie also loves that lightless (BECAUSE ITS AS DARK AS MY SOUL OK)

✨ Are there any bugs you found during developments that you've made into features?

Two! The first one was the ability to ask Loop to just silently hang out during Act 4. I messed up the code and the game softlocked there, with Siffrin and Loop sitting there silently. I thought it was very sweet. They deserve a little quiet time.

The second was in Act 5 - the House map had a lot of issues with the Act 5 map bringing you back to the normal House map. So one of the testers got brought to the normal House map and didn't notice, and interacted with the Mirror on Floor 3, and it gave them the normal interaction with everyone seeing the mirror and taking a picture, and when they went to look at the picture in their inventory, it gave them the actual Act 5 picture. A little bit after they realized the game bugged out, and told me about it, and begged me to keep that in because they were very unsettled by it. So here it is! Beforehand, it was just Siffrin silently taking a picture, so I'm glad I changed it.

✨ Did you ever have emotional difficulty writing the more sensitive parts of the script, like Siffrin’s intrusive/negative thoughts, for one reason or another? Moreover, did you worry the script may be darker than your initial vision for it anticipated?

Not really. The Mirabelle and Odile hangout scenes were the hardest scenes by far because I really wanted to get them right, but everything else was about the same amount of difficulty. And actually, I wanted to go a little bit darker for the script, but I was worried it was going to be too dark... When it comes to the dagger event, I had a whole tangent about Siffrin thinking about the best way to strike, so to speak, but I deleted it because it was getting A Little Too Detailed. T rating come back to me

✨ For the questions you WON'T answer, did you have your own answers while making the game? Or were they left blank?

Some of them I do, some of them I don't!

✨ I loved this game and I want to replay it but I don't want Siffrin to go through everything again!

Here's a little fun fact I decided: if you hit the credits, you helped a Siffrin escape. If you start a new game, you are creating a new Siffrin that you can emotionally tortu-IIIIIIII MEAN, a new Siffrin that you can help. Do not worry about your Siffrins they are fine

✨ A lot of those answers ended up being "It's your turn", huh.

Yea <3 The answers to some of those questions ARE there if you look. Some just aren't. But you can imagine whatever you want. It's your turn! I finished the game! I'm done working! It's your turn!!!

✨ I loved ISAT and it made me feel so many feelings!

Thank you so much. I'm sorry if you sent a message or ask and I didn't answer it. I read every single one and cherish it! Thank you for playing and thank you for writing me a message!!!!! When I get a little down I look at all of those and I feel better. Thank you. I'm sorry I can't answer them all.

✨ What will you work on next?

I have a project I'm currently in the preproduction stages of. I don't want to talk about it until I feel like I have some stuff to show. Plus I still have to make the ISAT artbook and some other stuff, so it won't be for a while. Nonetheless, I hope you will enjoy it!!!

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yugsly · 10 days ago

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Hey uhhh. Sorry if this is too spoilery. So that Zine. Mentioning Capochin. THE FULL ON EMO EXCLUSIVE.

Do you think Capochin and [Redacted] improve together? They got a lot of work to do?? Is it okay for them to be together?

I wanna know MORE and I just. People are SCARED for Capochin myself included uhhhh.

PLEASE I NEED ANSWERS

Hey, before I say anything- I know they're mine and Day's characters, but anything I talk about related to "post-game" or context not in-game is still "speculation". Meaning, not necessarily canon unless it was something recorded in dev-text or something I specifically had in mind while creating it, not after. I would never want to snuff out anyone's own ideas for what things "mean". THAT BEING SAID, I have some things to say- DO NOT READ ON UNLESS YOU HAVE COMPLETED THE GAME:

So, It's pretty complicated and I've thought about it a lot during and after making the game. Hector's got to do a LOT of work to even earn Capochin's forgiveness, if he'll even give it to him. (if most anyone will give it to him, really.) It's a silly cartoon game but yes, the situation is pretty grim. I mean, you've seen that cooking video Capo made. You've seen what he said when you faced him at the end of the line. All those implications. Without getting into specifics, yeah, the situation was really, really bad. But it's complex. It's not black and white. Hector and Capo knew eachother for a long long time even before Hector became Inspekta (a nosy person might have noticed the news clippings in Milldread). So they go way back- and I imagine things were pretty great up until, and a good ways into Hector ascending. But you know, there was a certain turning point- leading to where he ended up. Razzma speaks on this a bit, throughout. (Razzma has a lot of interesting background tidbits, explore giving her different phrases!) Him realizing that becoming a god didn't solve his insecurities like he thought they might... and more... I won't elaborate too much, because I want you to imagine it yourself. I only want to spread a few bread crumbs and let you make up your minds, even if I have my own thoughts, you know? Your question: "Is it okay for them to be together?" Well, that's up to you to decide. It's okay to imagine whatever you want. Capo forgives Hector eventually? Great. He never forgives him? Also Great! Do I wish I had more time in-game to elaborate on these things? Sure, I do. There's a handful of things I'd love to have explored. But I also like that it's open ended- you can tell, at the end, even though the day was saved, Hector and Capo feel awful. Sure, Capochin gave him that confidence boost to save the day- nothing he said was a lie- it was just the right thing to do in the moment. But you know, they don't really get a chance to really hash it out. It allows for y'all to really brainstorm, the world is your oyster. Whatever you come up with- be kind to eachother and respect eachother's ideas, okay?

#great god grove #great god grove spoilers

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meowzfordayz · 2 years ago

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analysis (; — hashira men

Author’s Note: took this not-actually-a-prompt and got carried away heh... 😌

analysis (; — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~2,200

CW: 18+NSFW, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral, spit, squirting

Thirst Fulfilled: I NEED someone to settle an argument between me and a friend-

Do you think sanemi has a big [redacted]-

Because I KNOW he is packing a huge one.

Ps I’m sorry but I don’t know who else to ask 😭

~faqs~

Update as of 12 May 2023: A foreword that these headcanons are first and foremost indulgent !! 😌 They are not intended to be realistic. They’re supposed to be fun. Hot. 🥵 Within the realm of possibility, but not ~normal. 😉

Dick so big it has him blushing 🤭

—I mean, c’mon: Look at him 😳

That being said, it’s also very pretty — not monstrous or scary (besides its size heh)

A nice, rounded head that oozes precum throughout foreplay, sensitive and rosy pink as you flick your tongue across it, thick and heavy balls tightening at the breathy moan in your throat

A delicate vein curves from its base to the underside of the tip, thankfully not too pronounced, bc it’ll stretch you out enough regardless

Speaking of stretch…

Your fingers can barely wrap around its girth — it’s much easier to drool and lap at the shaft than commit to anything close to deep throating (unless your jaw stamina’s through the roof 👀)

Doesn’t exactly groom himself, but that isn’t too much of an issue since it’s not like his pubic hair’s getting in your way too often (re: dick too huge to regularly deepthroat)

As for length, Gyomei’s in the ball park of ~reasonable (10 inches when erect), but it still requires a hell of a lot of prep before you’re fully seated on his cock, ass flush against his flexed thighs while large, sweaty hands grip your hips in a feeble attempt to restrain himself from immediately thrusting into your dimly throbbing cervix

“This okay?” he murmurs, thumbs pressing firmly into the softness of your skin, low groan caught in his chest at the suffocating heat of your pussy, your shaky, faintly pained breaths keeping his desire in check

“Take as much time as you need,” as you use his stomach to steady yourself, muscles rippling beneath your palms

“You feel wonderful,” whispered gently—patient as ever—even as he longs to raise your trembling body up and almost off of his cock, only to fuck the air out of your lungs w/ a single, smooth drop of your wanton weight, unsuspecting wail music to his ears as you convulse in orgasm at the overwhelming pressure of his cock stuffing your puffy walls

Obanai’s closer to average, but he isn’t small (at least, his dick isn’t 😆 #short king)

Def a grower, slim, veiny shaft elongating (to ~6 inches) as you stroke him w/ a practiced flick of your wrist

Not exactly related to his dick, but he also def growls during foreplay, needy and eager to melt into you and to ruin you — just depends on his mood, yanno?

His head is the kind of head that you almost wanna chomp 🤗, all squishy, bulbous, and fat, quickly reddening and weeping precum, making a mess of your fingers

Perfect lubrication for touching yourself while sucking him off, gleam in his eyes at how filthy you are

Typically can’t be bothered to trim his pubic hair, but it doesn’t get especially long anyway — more so coarse and curly

His shaft doesn’t stretch you out significantly, sliding easily into your slick heat, hovering above you as his hands keep your legs parted widely, “You like being splayed out for me, hm?” pinching lightly at your inner thigh, grinning smugly as you whimper contently, “My precious plaything.”

But it (his shaft) does have a wicked, upward curve, tip grinding firm and repetitive against the spongy bundle of nerves deep in your pussy

And its veins 🤤

What he lacks in girth, he makes up for in texture

Plus, Obanai 11/10 fucks aggressive and erratic, pubic bone flush to your clit, friction delicious and constant as he thrusts full force into your hole, sweat dripping from his brow onto your clavicle, his eyes narrowed in lust and passion, balls slapping sticky against your asshole, less concerned about hurting you since he’s aware that he isn’t ~the biggest guy on the block

Altho, if he’s tired, then he lowkey enjoys you on top, edging him w/ every slow and steady undulation of your hips, your tits pressed warm and hot to his chest as he clings to you and the squelch of your cunt

For whatever reason, my immediate thought was: Raging! Hard! On! 😂😍

Kyojuro’s absolutely packing, but still decently proportionate to his stature (177cm aka 5’10”)

—Bc, contrary to porn-pular belief, comically large dicks hurt 😒💀

8 inches erect, and a sizeable bulge when flaccid

—Never thought I’d use this term, bc (imo) it’s hot when I’m horny, but 🥴 when I’m ~sober 😆…

BREEDER BALLS

As much as Kyojuro loves worshiping your pussy, he might love when you worship his balls more 🤭

You kissing, sucking, licking his balls while he jerks himself off = 100% orgasm guarantee

Drooling on his shiny, reddening tip, your spit trickling down between his fingers, making a mess of your lips as you return to fondling his balls w/ your mouth?

110% orgasm guarantee

Prefers cumming on your tits, btw — will stave off his orgasm until you can get ~in position ☺️

Nothing like an even messier round two 😎

Bc, ofc, he is more than happy to reciprocate the pleasure 💞

W/ enough girth to warrant a gradual sinking (vs an abrupt thrust to the hilt), his shaft fills you breathless, its last couple of inches just barely fitting into your heat

“Can’t believe you’re already hard again,” you giggle delightedly, eyes hazy as he smears his cum across your nipple, throbbing head pressing deeper into your pussy, “You’re insatiable, I swear.”

A heady groan is his only response, gaze bright and attentive as always, reaching for your hand, dipping your thumb into his cum splatter, tasting himself on your skin as he maintains eye contact

“Fuck,” you gasp, pussy clenching at his nonchalance, tongue swiping subconsciously along your bottom lip

“Taste?” he offers, enthusiastic tone muted by the determined pressure of him lapping at your other nipple, his cum bitter and warm as he kisses you sloppy and needy, grip gentle on your jaw as he inhales your scent

And then you whisper Umai!

One word: brutal 😵‍💫

Not bc he’s ridiculously hung (i.e. Gyomei), but bc he’s ridiculously good (at using his dick)

—I actually headcanon Sanemi being a ~bashful virgin (sex can be intimate, and intimacy can be scary, but he loves you, so if that means being soft and scared w/ you… then he’s willing to go there 🥺🤍), buuut once he’s comfortable/well practiced?

—😈😈😈

Not much of a show-er when flaccid (and absolutely, positively shriveled when cold 😂), but an ideal 7 inches when erect w/ girth in between Gyomei and Kyojuro (slimmer than Gyo, thicker than Kyo)

His tip seems to get ~angrier the longer you tease him, going from an almost cute pink to an engorged, lustful red — def the hardest part about fitting him in your pussy, breath catching every time he finally slips into your dripping hole

Which, he has to get you dripping before attempting to penetrate, or at least use lube, bc rushed sex + his dick = not super enjoyable

Alternatively, he’ll facefuck you to get his dick wet enough for your pussy, 7 inches manageable, albeit veering on unpleasant, your nails digging into his flexed ass as he shoves himself languid and satisfied into your mouth, head twitching and leaking precum down the back of your throat whenever you gag on his length

“Watch your teeth,” he grunts lowly, tugging warningly at your hair, swallowing a moan as his cock muffles your whimper, eyes watering at his roughness, “Don’t make me gag and choke you,” calloused fingers brushing soothingly—promisingly—at your neck

In terms of pubic hair, he keeps it neatly trimmed, but not clean shaven: he likes hearing—seeing—the filthy mess of your saliva, tears, and precum as he fucks up and into your pussy

“Is this fast enough for you?” he snarls, your body balanced precariously atop his pelvis, grip nearly bruising on your hips as he smirks knowingly, “Obviously not,” pace frenzied as you moan raggedly, “If you’re still moaning like a whore, then it isn’t fast enough.”

Feet shifting beneath him in search of a different angle, grin triumphant and deadly as you shout silently, head tilted backward, tits bouncing in mesmerizing sync w/ his thrusts

“There we go,” he murmurs, balls tightening at your fucked out expression, “There’s my perfect cunt, squeezing all pathetic and hopeless around my cock,” stamina never ending, pussydrunk on the feeling of you, “Can’t wait for you to cum on my cock, gonna make this cunt so fucking sloppy.”

The prettiest dick 😭

—Ik I mentioned Gyomei’s dick being pretty too, but Giyuu takes pretty to another lvl 🥺

Aka Giyuu has the Goldilocks Cock™ 💀

Just shy of 7 inches, w/ thin veins that curl neat and yummy around his shaft — which, btw, is thick enough to have you pushing on his shoulders Slowly, p-please as the tip catches on your entrance, his eyes hooded and glassy as he ignores you in favor of thrusting in further Sorry not sorry at all You feel so g-good

A faint shudder trembles down his spine, pooling in his groin, traveling along his girth, head twitching in the viscous grip of your heat

Maintains a tidy patch of pubic hair, delicate happy trail tantalizing and subtle whenever he stretches 🥱

As for his balls… once again: Goldilocks Balls™ 🤤

Optimally sized for sucking into your mouth, hanging beautifully even, downy hairs tickling your nose as he cups the back of your head, quiet groans spilling from his cherry bitten lips as you glance toward his fluttering lashes, your vision obscured by the muscle of his tensed inner thigh

Giyuu’s fave position?

—for these headcanons, at least 😆

Cowgirl 🤠 #yee #haw

Your pussy clings to his shaft like a greedy vice, creamy essence smearing from your swollen folds to his lower abdomen, tits presented as you arch backward, using his legs to steady yourself as you fuck yourself on his (perfect) cock

“Touch yourself,” he demands softly, spreading your asscheeks w/ surprisingly cool hands, easily supporting your weight, eyes closing at the satisfying smack of your skin bouncing against his

“Touch yourself till you cum,” his biceps hardly straining as you chase your orgasm, rhythm smooth and delectable, “I want to feel you fall apart,” murmured slick and gentle, in stark contrast to the lewd squish of his balls tapping your asshole

“C’mon sweetheart, fall apart for me, so gorgeous on my cock, love feeling you gush all over me.”

—I pondered long and hard about Tengen’s dick (both puns intended 🤗)

—Lemme organize my thoughts for a sec…

—Girth (from wide to slim): Gyomei, Tengen, Sanemi, Kyojuro, Giyuu, Obanai

—Length (from long to ~short): Gyomei, Tengen, Kyojuro, Sanemi, Giyuu, Obanai

In other words, as the second tallest, Tengen also happens to be the second biggest 🙃

—I initially considered putting him behind Kyo in terms of length, but 198cm aka 6’6” vs 177cm aka 5’10”... the math just wouldn’t have mathed 😆

Erect, Tengen measures a solid 9 inches, and if Obanai’s dick is veiny, then Tengen’s dick = veins GALORE 😵

“Even my dick is flashy! 😎” “It has ✨decor✨!”

His shaft bends slightly downward (blame gravity — his dick’s so fucking heavy 😌), so certain positions can be a bit tricky, but damn if he doesn’t rearrange your insides 🤪

Def enjoys being the center of attention, fucking slow and confident into your stretched out hole, dirty talk muffled by Makio’s thighs as he maintains a steady rhythm licking her folds, Hina’s index finger slim and practiced as she stimulates your clit, Suma’s tongue gliding wet and hot against Tengen’s taint

“What was that?” Makio coos, eyes twinkling as she grinds firmly onto Tengen’s mouth, “We can’t understand you dear,” squealing when he smacks her tits, “You seem a bit preoccupied, try speaking up.”

“S-shit,” you gasp, gripping Hina’s hand, pressure building as Tengen thrusts sharply into you, “D-don’t encourage him Makio,” whining as Hina latches onto your nipple, sucking lightly

“Why not?” Makio giggles, ass wiggling playfully, “Can’t take it?” knowing all too well that, ultimately, your pussy’s paying the price for her teasing

“Hm, you’re so messy babe,” Suma sighs contently, pausing her ministrations to kiss Tengen’s thigh, lips shiny w/ spit and your essence, “Seems like you want Makio to encourage him.”

Hina nods in agreement, eyes narrowed devilishly, twisting your other nipple, ��Her clit’s throbbing,” spoken w/ unbearable casualness, “I think she’s going to cum.”

“Are you going to cum?” Tengen asks conversationally, finally taking a breath from Makio’s pussy, engorged tip twitching in your cunt, “I’ve hardly ruined you, and you’re already spasming on my cock.”

“T-tengen,” you whimper, clenching at his taunting tone, falling forward, cheek smooshed into Makio’s back, “So fucking d-deep,” stuttering as the new angle forces his fat head flush to the entrance of your cervix

“Think we can get her to squirt?” Tengen hums smugly, a hypothetical question, really, as you begin convulsing, pussy gushing messily onto his stomach, Hina’s hand glistening, ignoring your meek mewls of T-too much! as she continues rubbing your clit, Suma lapping at your cum as it coats Tengen’s balls, trickling between his asscheeks

#hashira x reader #headcanons #modern au #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #iguro obanai #obanai x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

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ssa-dado · 1 month ago

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Barbri Legal Handbook - SOS

Aaron Hotchner × fem!bau!reader

Gernre: fluff

Summary: It's a surprise. Philosopher & Lawyer doing Philosopher and Lawyer things... (In the cozy warmth of their new home, amidst unpacked boxes and playful banter, a teasing challenge unfolds between you and Aaron Hotchner while you refuse to unpack his legal handbook)

Warnings: Don’t read this in public

Word Count: 3.2k

Dado's Corner: pHi wHy dO yOu oNly wRiTe sAd sToRiEs?!?! HAPPY? Now, brace yourself for another day or two of Philosopher for Lawyer content starvation. Set *REDACTED* years in the future, of course. Though, I must say, I firmly believe it's far more painful to know exactly how they are together rather than simply imagining it. Remember, ignorance is bliss!

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Boxes lay scattered across the room, illuminated by the golden light of the setting sun. The warm, cozy glow wrapped around you both as you worked amidst the chaos of unpacking, but your eyes remained fixed on the last unopened box, a box you had no intention of touching.

Aaron lounged comfortably in the armchair, wearing a short-sleeved polo that showcased his muscular arms, the veins visible beneath his skin every time he moved. His casual, relaxed posture made him look like a living sculpture, a Greek statue in repose, your favorite one.

“Love, you’ve been staring at that box for minutes,” he teased, his voice low and smooth, the dimples in his smile deepening as he watched you. “What’s wrong?”

You crossed your arms, pretending to be stern, but you couldn’t stop the way your gaze lingered on the way his biceps flexed with each shift. “I’m not touching your Barbri legal handbook,” you said. “I swear I’ll burst into flames if I even touch anything remotely related to law.”

Aaron’s lips twitched with amusement, his eyes shining with a familiar, teasing challenge. “That can’t be true,” he replied, deadpan. “You touched me last night - a lot - and yet, here you are. No signs of combustion.” The deliberate innuendo hung in the air as he watched the flush creep up your cheeks.

“Aaron Hotchner,” you gasped, caught off guard by his brazenness. “Someone’s sleeping on the couch tonight,” you shot back, attempting to sound stern, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. He knew he had you, and the triumphant glimmer in his eyes confirmed it.

His grin widened, the playful mischief in his gaze unmistakable. “I’d be fine with that,” he said, his eyes lazily scanning the room. “But we don’t even have a couch yet. All we have is this armchair - and honestly, I don’t mind, since you always end up right here,” he teased, patting his lap with a deliberate, slow movement.

You stepped closer, trailing your fingers along the back of the chair, feeling the fabric under your touch as you leaned in. “Maybe you’ll end up on the carpet, then, Hotchner,” you challenged, your voice dropping to a low, almost seductive tone as his eyes darkened, the playful atmosphere deepening with a palpable charge.

He arched a brow, his wicked smile broadening, dimples showing. “Fine,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a thrill through you. “But don’t pretend you wouldn’t join me there. You’d miss me too much.”

You moved even closer, the warmth of his body drawing you in, until you were only inches away. “Oh, I’d make you earn that privilege,” you murmured, your voice soft but teasing, your fingers sliding down to rest on the armrests, caging him in.

Your closeness heightened the tension between you - thick, unspoken, and electric.

Aaron’s hands moved deliberately, his fingers slipping around your waist to rest on your hips. He traced slow, lazy circles with his thumbs, the sensation sending shivers up your spine. “Would you?” he whispered, his voice rough with desire, pulling you closer until you hovered over his lap, the distance between you nearly gone.

“Absolutely,” you whispered, your breath hitching as you leaned in closer, your lips hovering just a breath away from his. The anticipation crackled between you like a live wire, drawing you closer until you could feel the warmth of his breath on your lips, the intensity in his gaze making your heart skip.

With a smooth, confident movement, Aaron pulled you down onto his lap, his strong hands guiding you to straddle him. A surprised gasp escaped you as your thighs brushed against his, his arms wrapping around your waist, settling you snugly against his chest. His muscles flexed beneath the fabric of his polo, and you could feel the heat of his skin radiating through your clothes, his steady breaths mingling with yours.

“Try me,” you murmured, your lips so close to his ear that they barely grazed it, your breath hot against his skin.

Aaron’s response was slow and deliberate, a deep, low chuckle vibrating through his chest as he lifted his face to yours. His lips found the corner of your mouth, brushing a teasing, feather-light kiss that left you wanting more.

Then, with a precision that only he could master, he began to move down - each kiss purposeful, perfectly aimed.

He traced the line of your jaw, lingering at the curve where your pulse fluttered, a gentle pressure that made your breath catch. He moved down the side of your neck, his lips lingering longer at each spot that made you shudder. It was as if he had memorized every inch of your skin, every place that sent a rush of warmth through you, every reaction mapped out in his mind.

He kissed lower, slow and controlled, the softness of his lips against the tender skin below your ear sending a shiver down your spine. He paused there, pressing a slow, savoring kiss as if daring you to hold onto your resolve. Your body betrayed you, your eyes fluttering shut, a soft sigh escaping your lips. You felt your defenses waver, but somehow you stayed firm.

“No physical contact for the first 30 minutes tonight,” you managed to say, though your voice was unsteady, breathy. A teasing smile curved your lips as you drew a finger down the center of his chest, feeling the strong, rapid thump of his heartbeat beneath your touch. You knew how much he needed you, how each carefully placed kiss affected him just as deeply as it did you.

Aaron’s gaze turned molten, his lips parting slightly as he caught your hand in his, pressing it firmly to his chest, holding you there as if to ground himself. “The maximum I can give you is five minutes,” he breathed, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur that made the air between you feel even hotter. His breath, warm and teasing, mingled with yours, making your pulse quicken.

“Ten,” you countered, your voice firm despite the thundering of your own heartbeat. You held his gaze, refusing to look away, the playful challenge lighting a fire in both your eyes.

Aaron’s expression softened with a deeper emotion - affection, desire, and a quiet challenge - as he leaned in closer, brushing a tender, feather-light kiss against the tip of your nose. The gesture was gentle, careful, as if relishing the anticipation, the build-up that had always been uniquely yours.

Then, he pulled back just enough, leaving you yearning for more, the tension simmering hot and heavy between you. “Deal,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive drawl that made your whole body feel like it was on fire. “But what you just did? That’s called a negotiation, Lawyer.”

Your fingers tightened around the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, the heat between you sparking like a live wire. The space between you was practically nonexistent, your breaths mingling as the unspoken tension hung heavy in the air.

"Remind me again why I agreed to buy a house with you?" you asked, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you inched closer, your noses almost touching.

Aaron's eyes darkened with that familiar confidence, his voice dropping to a low, velvet tone. “Because of consideration, promissory estoppel, and the ironclad nature of mutual agreements,” he said, savoring your reaction, the way your breath hitched at each word. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “And let’s not forget the legal concept of specific performance, which ensures I get exactly what I want... every time.”

You laughed softly, feeling a warm blush spread across your cheeks. "Damn lawyers and their silver tongues," you muttered, though your eyes gave you away as they softened with affection. You pressed yourself closer to him, his warmth wrapping around you like a comforting cocoon.

Aaron’s gaze smoldered, his voice dropping to a husky murmur that vibrated through you. "You weren’t complaining last night… in fact, you seemed particularly appreciative when my tongue was somewhere else," he teased, each word deliberate, sending a flutter through your stomach.

“Don’t get too cocky, Hotchner,” you countered, though your fingers betrayed you, trailing slowly over the sharp line of his jaw, lingering as if savoring every inch. His skin was warm beneath your touch, and the subtle curl of his smile told you he noticed how much he affected you.

His expression shifted, his gaze sharpening with intensity as his hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you just a little closer. His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles, sending sparks up your spine. “You’ve got a lot of nerve,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, filling the space between you. “Pretending you don’t love every second of this - while you’re wearing my wedding ring, carrying my last name.” His words dripped with playful confidence, his eyes daring you to argue while knowing full well you wouldn’t.

Your heart raced, the heat of his breath on your skin making your pulse quicken. “Oh, I only did that because you wouldn’t stop bragging about how all the Hotchners are lawyers,” you shot back playfully, your voice barely above a whisper. “And someone had to keep Sean company. Besides, Jack needed at least one sane parent.”

A deep, rumbling laugh escaped Aaron’s chest, his forehead pressing gently against yours, the warmth of his touch igniting every nerve. “Lucky for me,” he whispered, his lips hovering just a breath away, “you’re the perfect balance of sanity and chaos.”

“Perfect enough to drive you crazy?” you teased, your lips barely brushing his as you spoke, the heat of his breath fanning over your skin. The anticipation between you grew unbearable, each second stretching out as the tension coiled tighter.

“Absolutely,” Before you could say anything more, his lips finally claimed yours, but it wasn’t rushed - it was slow, deliberate, and consuming. Each kiss unraveled the tension that had been building, his hands sliding up your back with practiced ease, pulling you tighter against him. His lips moved over yours with an intensity that left you breathless, every stroke and caress sending heat through your body.

He kissed you like he knew exactly how much you needed this, taking his time, teasing you with each deep, sensual movement. When you finally felt your control slip, he let you win, leaning into the kiss, surrendering just enough to let you feel that victory. His hands roamed, fingers pressing firmly into your back as though reminding you of his presence, the weight of his touch grounding you in the moment.

When he finally pulled away, you were left breathless, your foreheads still pressed together, the shared warmth between you radiating like a slow-burning flame. His breath mingled with yours, and you could feel the heat of his body pulsing through the closeness, the air heavy with the scent of him.

“Finish that box,” he murmured, his voice thick and low, his fingers brushing lightly along your spine, lingering at the small of your back, tracing slow circles. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”

You exhaled a shaky breath, feeling the weight of his words hang between you, thick with unspoken promises. “Copy,” you murmured, your voice soft but full of playful defiance, a smirk tugging at your lips. “But let’s get one thing crystal clear - me touching that nasty legal handbook and putting it on the shelf? That’s a violation of my personal moral law, and believe me, I never violate my own maxims. This is not something I take lightly.”

“There we go,” he murmured with a playful eye roll, he placed a gentle kiss on your temple, his lips warm and lingering against your skin as he pulled you closer into his embrace. His arms wrapped around you, strong and comforting, holding you so tightly you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest.

You leaned in closer, eyes gleaming with playful defiance, one brow arched. “Consider it undeniable proof of how much I love you, because compromising my own principles for anyone else? Not happening. You should feel special, because this is a serious breach of my categorical imperative,”

“And don’t get too used to it. I’m not in the habit of making exceptions to my ethical duty, but for you? Maybe, I’ll bend the rules. Once.” you said, your voice light and teasing as your fingers roamed on the back of his neck.

“Then I guess it's only fair that I return the favor,” he said, a teasing challenge lighting up his gaze. His thumb brushed along the curve of your jaw before he gently tilted your face up toward his. “How about I help you with that last box, my favorite Hegelian menace?” His voice was low and smooth, the nickname rolling off his tongue with just the right hint of mockery to make your cheeks flush.

You rolled your eyes, leaning closer until your noses were almost touching. “Actually, it was a reference to Kant,” you corrected with a grin, feeling the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. He chuckled, shaking his head with that familiar amused expression.

“Well then,” he said, his fingers sliding up to tangle in your hair, his touch gentle yet firm, “that’s even more reason for me to avoid calling you that, isn’t it?” His lips were inches from yours, teasing, and you couldn’t resist the playful challenge glimmering in his eyes.

“It’s a pity you didn’t get it right,” you murmured, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. “If you had, I might have canceled on Rossi and told him we were too sick to make dinner. But since you didn’t…” You trailed off, your voice dropping to a whisper, savoring the way his hands tightened on your waist.

“Oh no,” Aaron teased, his forehead resting against yours, his warm brown eyes locking onto yours with a playful intensity that made your pulse quicken. “We can’t cancel on Rossi, especially since someone insisted on bringing him a bottle of wine. And we both know how he loves to open his gifts and share them with the entire table,” he added, his smile deepening as he brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “All because someone - who I happen to be married to - refuses to drink his own stash.”

“This secret never leaves this room, Love” you teased with a soft laugh, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer until your bodies were flush against each other. You sealed your warning with a fleeting kiss, your lips brushing his in a way that promised more, but ended all too soon. His breath hitched, and you felt the subtle shift in his posture - he wanted more, and you knew it.

“Not just the wine,” he murmured, his voice a low, velvet rasp that sent a thrill through you, his eyes dark and smoldering with unrestrained desire. His hand slid from your waist to your inner thigh, his fingers squeezing gently. His thumb moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, back and forth, back and forth, sending waves of warmth pooling through you. “Someone spent the whole drive home last time critiquing Rossi’s carbonara-like it was a crime against Italian culture,” he said, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck, the warmth of his breath making you shudder. “All because someone,” he continued, his voice thick and tinged with longing, “once lived in Italy and now thinks they’re an expert.”

“Only a fool would put parsley and onions in carbonara,” you said, shaking your head with exaggerated disbelief, a wicked smile dancing at the corners of your lips. “And Rossi thinks he’s Italian? Please.” Your tone dripped with playful disdain, and you shot him a teasing, pointed look, arching an eyebrow in a mock challenge that you knew would get under his skin.

“I thought marrying the boss would come with a few perks, you know,” you continued, your voice dropping to a low, flirtatious whisper as you reached down and grabbed his hand - the one that had been resting on your thigh. You intertwined your fingers with his, halting the distracting movement just before it could make you lose your focus. “Definitely didn’t expect to be met with all this criticism instead,” you added with a smirk, your eyes locking onto his as you leaned in closer, so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

“That’s why you married me?” he asked with a faux look of betrayal, though the corner of his mouth twitched. “I thought it had something to do with that ridiculous bet we made…”

“Oh, speaking of which,” he added with a mischievous glint, “is now a good time to bring up your dreadful track record?” His grin widened, that playful confidence sparking in his eyes.

“You still haven’t told me what your secret is,” you replied, deflecting smoothly as you leaned back just enough to meet his gaze, your fingers now toying with the collar of his shirt.

He leaned down, his lips brushing softly against your ear, his voice a deep, intimate murmur. “I love you,” he whispered, his tone warm and sincere, each word sinking into your skin like a promise. He followed it with a slow, lingering kiss to your temple, moving with such deliberate gentleness that it sent a shiver down your spine, leaving you breathless.

Before he could pull away, you moved swiftly, locking him between your thighs as you slid on top of him, your movements quick and confident. The surprise flickered across his face, but it was quickly replaced by that familiar, irresistible smile - the one that deepened his dimples and made your heart race.

His hands instinctively settled on your waist as you straddled him, and now, face-to-face, you could drink in every detail of his expression, his eyes filled with affection and something more primal.

You rested your hands behind his neck, your fingers tangling gently in his hair as you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his just enough to tease him. “I love you too,” you whispered, your voice soft but laced with playful accusation, “but you’re deflecting.”

Without giving him a chance to reply, you closed the distance, your lips crashing onto his with a deep, urgent need that stole both of your breaths. The kiss was slow but intense, each movement of your mouth over his filled with a longing that had been building for far too long. His hands slid up your waist, fingers tightening with a possessive intensity as he pulled you closer.

The way his body responded to yours, the soft, eager press of his lips, felt like he was trying to memorize the taste of you. You moved together, perfectly in sync, and the world outside blurred until it was nothing but the heat radiating between you, the scent of his skin, and the steady, intoxicating rhythm of your breaths mingling.

Time seemed to blur, stretching out around you as the kiss deepened further, each second a heady mix of anticipation and surrender.

There was nothing else.

Just his hands, his lips, his breath mingling with yours in a rhythm that felt timeless, both of you giving in to the undeniable pull between you.

The Barbri legal handbook, abandoned and untouched, would stay in that box a little while longer.

In that moment you two had a much more important situation to handle.

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A special ragù kiss to @c-losur3 who came up with the idea of "Damn lawyers and their silver tongue". Genius. Extraordinary. Camp. Showstopping. Beautiful. Jessica Pearson. Looking forward to our next little brainrot 😼😼

#aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #hotch x reader #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #ssadado #symposiumff #symponeshot

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shiftingwithjaidyn · 5 months ago

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🎞️ ⋮ writer/fame dr

★┊ BASICS .ᐟ

timeline:

this dr takes place around late august of 2022 due to the fact i intend to be part of one of the films i work on right from its beginning

locations:

los angeles, california (main)

vancouver, canada

new york, new york

san antonio, texas

london, england

notes:

i scripted out a lot of things that occur in this reality (due to the fact i scripted the timeline of everything somewhat similar)

some movies in my filmography are book adaptations that do not exist in this reality however exist in mine and most tv-shows in my filmography are cancelled shows in this reality so i decided to make them continued in my dr (just incase of some confusion hehe)

★┊ ABOUT ME .ᐟ

name: lilian maricel villaécija

nicknames: lily, lia, celia, mary/mari

gender & pronouns: demigirl || she/they

birthday: august 11th, 1980

height: 5’6”/167 cm

zodiac sign: leo

mbti: enfp

nationality & ethnicity: american || filipino-chinese

occupations:

screenwriter

script supervisor

production designer

director of photography

make-up artist

storyboard artist

aesthetic:

★┊ CAREER .ᐟ

movies:

center stage (2000)

in the mood for love (2000)

uptown girls (2003)

eternal sunshine of a spotless mind (2004)

pride & prejudice (2005)

the devil wears prada (2006)

black swan (2010)

if i stay (2014)

la la land (2016)

lady bird (2017)

the glass castle (2017)

to the bone (2017)

the greatest showman (2017)

oceans 8 (2018)

crazy rich asians (2018)

always be my maybe (2019)

little women (2019)

all the bright places (2020)

pieces of a woman (2020)

last night in soho (2021)

everything everywhere all at once (2022)

one last stop (2023) [film adaptation of the book by casey mcquinston]

tv shows:

grey's anatomy (s2-s13) || 2005-2016)

rupaul's drag race (s5-s14 || 2013-2022)

rupaul's drag race: all stars (s2-s5 || 2016-2020)

anne with an e (s1- || 2017-present/ongoing)

the marvelous mrs. maisel (s1-s5 || 2017-2023)

pose (s1-s3 || 2018-2021)

instinct (s1-s3) (2018-2023)

the umbrella academy (s1-s4 || 2019-2024)

the haunting of bly manor (s1 || 2020)

bridgerton (s1- || 2020-present/ongoing)

yellowjackets (s2- || 2023-present/ongoing)

★┊ RELATIONSHIPS .ᐟ

╰┈➤ FRIENDS

(i have a lot of friends due to the fact i've been in the industry for quite a while now, but these are just my closest)

trixie mattel

shea couleé

katya zamolodchikova

kate walsh

emmy raver-lampman

sandra oh

nicola coughlan

gemma chan

simone kessell

a huge special mention as well to @ixzotica a.k.a. aaliyah sinclair in my dr!! the one and only best friend, neighbor, sister, and platonic soulmate of mine in every single universe <3

╰┈➤ PET

name: mari-pusa (Mariposa)

nicknames: mari, choco butternut,

gender & pronouns: female || she/her

birthday: january 15

zodiac sign: capricorn

mbti: istj

breed: tortoiseshell

╰┈➤ S/O

gonna keep him a redacted for now as i am not yet comfortable sharing much about my dr but i just wanted to let u guys know he's an actor, he's a libra, and that he exists HSHJSHDSHKJHL

★┊ EXTRAS .ᐟ

links:

patter banner || gradient divider || star divider || heart divider

note:

feel free to ask me about this dr or any shifting related thing in general!! i'd really appreciate it! : ]

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shoutascoffeepot · 6 months ago

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i had to give much thought to this matter, and that isn’t because you wouldn’t match, the opposite, i can think of many men from jjk you can match with.

except that you probably have pre-assumed hatred because of the ongoing events in the jjk universe because they all have been involved against your og faves.

but that aside, let’s go through them and see why they are potential matches (i am thinking that i am beginning to sound like an ai but bear with me, i am sleep deprived):

toji can make your heart flutter, making you live in a rollercoaster of both adventures and emotions. given, he at first was dating you as his distraction, and it works, he leaves his bad habits of gambling and realizes his fondness of you is growing rapidly for all the reasons he never thought it would. he would panic, you were a second chance at a life, out of the zenin’s falsification against his abilities. you didn’t make him strong, you just made him see. and he would use that ability to just see you for the strong woman you are, and allow himself to be even stronger so that you wouldn’t ever think you’d have to bear the strain of even lifting a glass of water ever again. his compassion, loyalty and dedication will peak and surprise you when he himself, was almost nothing before.

sukuna whose known for being the cruel king of curses with impossible ideologies. believing that all strong is good, and all weak is evil. it sounds vaguely familiar. his wishes is for each person/sorcerer in the world to earn their place by fending off to themselves. work for their own success and survival and their existence would be the evident proof of how worthy they are. he adores you the moment he laid eyes on you— no. the moment he sensed your unfathomable anger, he knew he would make of you his bride. no person expelled that much cursed energy uncontrolled, and survived, no one had more potential than you.

as you were betrothed to him (whether or not you were keen to the idea), he discovered that not only that whatever he sensed was just a mere snippet, a little outburst in comparison to what truly you bottled up deep inside. he makes it his mission to guide you through to release it all, and fuck the consequences, because for every action, there is a reaction.

and you are only enraged because others have done things to you, whether it was as small as being ignorant to absolutely taking your rights away from you. he becomes your pillar and makes it known to you, soul and body, that you are his, and that you two will bring forth what people reap and have sown to themselves. after all, it’s only fair they put up a fight back if they could, or are they all bark?

question 🧍🏻‍♀️ how do you think me and kento would even vibe? like he gives ok boomer vibes and i’m a satosugu girlie (i know i asked apart from them but the math still isn’t mathing imma kms) 🔪

he's not boring you just don't have an interest in him. i think you'd find his dry humor elite because you two both have broken humor. and with time you both cultivate about 9021736 inside jokes that reach a level of unseriousness that you would pass by a bakery, you point at the bread and you two laugh hysterically until your tummies hurt because well. you always tease him for waking up so early /just/ to bring you fresh bread until one of you learns how to make homemade sourdough. (inevitabely its him)

he may not be as spontaneous as suguru and satoru are but you'd find comfort in his attention to details and precise scheduling. he makes sure to both make appointments for doctors, drive you and be there for you for every little thing from a dentist for a filling to a procedure that he loses sleep over worrying for you.

although you are used to the crazy and unpredictable of satoru and suguru. kento is the anchor, he is the security. you'd find yourself once riddles with nightmares but since the beginning of your relationship, your own body finds such warmth and security that you find yourself asleep whilst he drives with a hand on your knee, asleep holding hands in the cinema and perhaps it becomes a tradition. nap dates where you two get comfortable and just cuddle to sleep.

and you already know that by the time you wake, he probably pushed the restaurant reservation in order to get a few minutes more of your scent as he buries his face into your neck.

#jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu toji #jujutsu sukuna #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #jjk toji #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #tbh they were the first to come in my head then i was like nooooo they both hurt suguru and satoru you hate them 😭#but truly everyone else is bland #and with all due respect i didnt watch the second season so i couldnt write about choso even if i wanted #i just know hes related to (redacted)#ANYWAYS.#i hope dis up to your standard for indulgence 🩷#also can we talk about how toji is a green flag? or are the haters still on about his gambling? like grow up #i gamble 100 fils each time something minor is at stakes WE ALL HAVE PROBLEMS #and sukuna is a greener flag ofc hes so dedicated he kidnaps his betrothed 🩷🤭 so cute!! goals fr

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silaslich · 1 month ago

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Choices have consequences

Simon “Ghost” Riley x gn!captain!reader

Wc - 2.8k

Summary - you’re tasked with taking your team to Germany to assist tf141, all goes well until Ghost takes a bullet.

No CWs

AN - this was wholly written for my own entertainment just so I could interject my ocs somewhere with no context but hey why not post it for the fun of it :)

Stories did little to compare to the haunting image of the man in the mask.

The Ghost.

A strong soldier with a good head on his shoulders. Perfectly curated for his field; no strings attached, no loose ends. No one waiting for him, no one that would seek him out if he were to disappear. Not one single person who would be notified of his death when that dark day came.

Ghost had cut himself away from any semblance of a normal life he had left. He took the choice out of Simon’s hands and forced it regardless, hiding his truth and burying it away. Files upon redacted files lay piled up. His name. His face. His home. His family. All buried deep down in the archives, tucked away in a dark corner where no one would see them. Where no one would know to look.

He was an anomaly. A complete stranger to these men. He couldn’t relate to them, couldn’t join in with idle conversations between deployment or while on transports. Talking about future plans; wives, kids, holidays spent around a stained oak table with chairs pulled up to each corner - filled to the brim with family and friends and pets.

He would just keep his eyes low. Listening carefully but mind somewhere else completely - disassociated. Displaced from his surroundings.

You met him years ago in Germany. Barely two words spoken between you before you were split, sent your opposite ways to divide and conquer.

Task force 141 wasn’t foreign to you, John Price had been an acquaintance of yours for some time now, conversations had in passing like ships across seas, opposing squadrons touching down onto the tarmac of the same holding barracks or tight-knit rendezvous at the higher up facilities. It came with the territory of being a Captain, Price had is men and you had yours. He’d remarked that you were young considering your rank.

“I’m older then I look, Captain” you’d said. You weren’t about to tell him how old you really were, that you were perhaps closer to his age then he thought, you’d let that conversation happen another time.

Germany had been a chance encounter. A tipping point in an otherwise routine mission; a drug ring shipping through exports across Europe, a rat had let slip of armour deals happening too, heavy duty artillery that was more then just black market trade. Warfare grade shit. By some chance, yourself and your force had been available to assist, already running through that particular area of Europe for another lead you had been following. It had come up short. After just a short phone call you were dropped by helicopter onto the outskirts of Görlitz, a rural town that would provide a great meeting point that would be more than inconspicuous. An old hay barn had been the check point. It’s decaying wood panels all chipped and splintered and rotten from the damp. The roof was half con-caved and the landscape was dull and horse sick. Grazed down right to the clay.

You and your team kept a low profile, walking along the tree lines with weapons drawn, rifles held to your chests as you scanned your surroundings. Old habits died hard. It would take some drilling out of you for you to change your ways, always on the look out, always watching and waiting for the jump.

The select few men you had brought with you were some of your finest; the big Austrian lieutenant König, Toni (Norvin) Espin the scouser sergeant, Craig (Jank) Conners the Londoner and Felix (Trap) Valenski the basket-case Canadian.

It was a team you’d hand picked yourself, comparable to TF141 in the sense that each of you came from somewhere else, some other unit or faculty, bought together by pure chance or pure luck. Freedom fighters for the greater good. Dirty job. Clean world. Clean slate for the rest of humanity to crack on with. Your hands filthy and stained, not washing off in the sink, stained deep down to the bone, bleached into your skin.

Your fist rapped against the wooden door, barely holding on at the hinges. You kept your eyes to the door, only glancing over to your men to gesture to your own eyes with two fingers, then pointing them out into the landscape, signalling for them to keep a look out. Price met you at the door, peeking through a splintering crack.

He ushered you all in with a “good to see you made it lads”.

There was a small woodworking table propped in the middle of the barn with a small flash light placed atop. A make shift desk. Littered with maps and coordinate sheets, messy scribbles dashed across and certain areas circled. It looked like they’d been here for hours. Stewing away. Plotting.

The five of you filed in, spreading out across the back portion of the barn, staying aback, not treading on the toes of the 141. You were here to assist, not to overtake. You took a step toward Price.

“So tell me Captain” you began, shifting your rifle to lay across your chest as it sat propped by its strap, “what do you need of us?”

Your eyes scanned the room, finally taking in the the rest of his force. That’s when you saw him, the Ghost, a burly masked lad with a hulking stature and dangerous air, he didn’t unsettle you in the slightest but you could see why someone on the receiving end of his barrel might think otherwise. He was set off away in the darkness, arms folded and one foot propped across his other leg as he leaned against a wooden bannister frame. To his left was a shorter man, dark hair shaved into a tasteless mohawk, a prominent scar across his chin and a slanting smile painted across his face, he had a kind eye about him, you learnt his name was Soap. Hovering close to Price was the last to be introduced, his name was Gaz, a handsome young chap with slight facial hair and shades pushed up to sit atop his head.

“He’s a big lad ain’t he” Soap chuckled, nodding his head toward your lieutenant. König said nothing in retort. You raised a brow and looked across at the Austrian, his mask covering any emotion he could possibly be showing, you turned back towards the Scotsman.

“Glad to see your eyes work well sergeant” you smiled, nodding your head, he only laughed in return. Gaz laughed too. Price cleared his throat.

“I’ll get straight to it Cap” he said, beckoning you with a finger to step even closer to his makeshift table, you rounded the wooden desk, eyes scanning quickly over the scribbled plans and route markers, committing them to memory.

“I’d like you to form our defence, cover our arses as we infiltrate” you went over the logistics quickly in your head. You kissed your teeth in thought.

“Swap a soldier for König” you said, eyeing up Prices’ boys to see who’d best fit. Price looked at you and raised a brow.

“König would be better utilised as a battering ram of sorts, better close up on the offence rather then at long distance. He can get you in and better still he can cover you from there on out” you traced your gloved finger down over the map, following the route in which Price planned to take.

He grunted in the back of his throat, acknowledging the information you’d gifted.

“Right. I’ll swap your big fella for Ghost, he can stick with you lot at long range and cover our backs incase it goes south” he sounded pleased with his plan and you nodded in response, you glanced over at Ghost, seeing he hadn’t moved even an inch since you and your team had arrived. It’s like he really was just that -

a Ghost.

You jumped the drug ring that night. Just as planned; Price took König as his defence, followed by Soap and Gaz. They powered their way through the rings holding facility that was hunkered up on a canal channel, up stream and out of sight. They worked quick and they got the job done, with the assistance of yourself and your boys securing the perimeter and having Ghost as your extra.

Ghost hadn’t said more than a few words; despite the odd movement suggestion or offer of instruction to your men, he kept his mouth shut. You’d worked with hundreds of soldiers in your time, helped train some of the best of them, you’d seen personality types like his before - more brain and brawn then most, with that added third element of reservation. He thought of each word carefully, only gave away what he needed to, and in return you didn’t pry.

By the time Price was heading back with the rest of his crew, yourself and the others started to shift too, readying yourselves to meet them half way. They aren’t too far, just down a ravine heading towards the channels that would have carried the drug rings cargo. Norvin pipes up.

“Where after this Cap? Somewhere sunny?” He smirks when he speaks and you brush him off with a roll of your eyes.

Wishful thinkin’ Norv” you retort, falling into step beside Ghost who happens to be the closest. Trap is the next to start.

Put in for somewhere properly cold, this soggy shit doesn’t count” the lanky Canadian gestures around with both hands dramatically, the motion forces you to follow his eyes.

It certainly is just a soggy and bogged up blanket of rain and sleet out here this time of year, the smell of the earthy soil and kicked up leaves fresh in your nostrils.

As you all trudged further down the brow of the steep hill you saw the rest of the boys come into view, more specifically, you saw König first. That big bastard was hard to miss, a racing thought sprung to mind, it wouldn’t be hard for the enemy to hit him.

It was slippery and muddy. Caked to your boots and splashing up to your calves, it took some time to progress and cover the land, mainly because Jank took a nasty spill and instead of helping everybody just laughed - even Ghost cracked. You supposed it was funny, there’s nothing that can bring a group of soldiers closer then laughing at the expense of one of their own men. Jank didn’t find it particularly funny, smothered in mud right up to his eyeballs, you eventually caught yourself and offered him a hand up. Much to your surprise, he didn’t pull you down into the dirt with him, given his track record - you wouldn’t have put it passed him.

As yourself and your team head down the hill, you see as Price and his boys are coming up, honourable members of each being Ghost and König of course. The captain gets closer and closer, raises his hand to wave you down when you hear and feel the air whip around you.

It’s like lightening striking. One second you’re standing up right walking beside Ghost, and the next you’re crushed beneath the entirety of his weight.

It’s hard to tell if the razor sharp pain in your chest is from the impact or from Ghost crushing your ribcage, your voice dies in your chest when you cry out in pain, but it falls to complete silence when you manage to pin your eyes between your chest and Ghosts.

Because there’s nothing but blood.

It’s a hard place to be. On the wrong side of the door, from the outside looking in.

Guilt is a weight you carry well. It’s something you’ve had to come to terms with, make a friend out of, because she’s a headstrong mistress - one that doesn’t allow her victims much room to breath.

You’ve watched countless men and women die, both by your hand and the enemies. It’s a way of life unfortunately, another thing you had to prepare for when ranking up. Those deaths are on your shoulders, carried on your back till the day you kick the bucket yourself. It’s your job to oversee your team, to carry them with you, deliver them back home to their friends and families at the end of it all - hopefully not all of them in caskets.

Watching on now; this man, near enough a stranger to you- listening to his chest rattle and watching as his ribcage rises and falls in shallow succession. It’s a new found sensation that cuts deeper than anything has before. The ache of the healing wound in your chest strives to remind you that you should be the one in his place.

Someway - somehow, Ghost had seen the glint of a sniper in the distance, so far away it could have been anything, a stray of light catching the stream or a trick of the eye. Yet, he shielded you, screamed for everyone else to drop to the ground, he had bellowed so loud you hadn’t even heard it over the sound of the blood rushing in your ears.

Not only had he saved you, but the rest of the team as well, Ghost had walked away as the only critical injury. Even your wound was surface deep, his body had slowed down the bullet almost indefinitely, all you had now was a gnarled scabbed up entry wound.

And Ghost still hadn’t woken up yet.

The days stretch into what feels like eternity. You don’t eat and can barely sleep, you can’t even rip yourself away from the ward.

You carry your guilt well, so you can’t justify what makes you stay, what keeps you rooted to the sticky-clean vinyl floor.

Price stays too. Eaten up by his protective instinct, much like you are with your own team, they’re more than just that - a fucked up sense of family hiding between the bloodshed and the bullets. It’s why he had allowed you to stay, given you permission on Ghost’s behalf to see his face, to watch the way his features slope gently in sleep.

On the ninth day, Ghost wakes up.

It’s an awful ordeal. You’re getting yourself and Price a coffee when you hear it - when you hear him.

Something smashes and the machines keeping him breathing must clatter to the floor, Price pulls the assistance alarm just as you make it to the door.

For the briefest of seconds, Ghost stills when he sees you, eyes wild and frantic - but they’re glazed over, he’s clearly having an episode of some sorts. You make it to the bedside just as he’s pulling the wires off his chest, grabbing hands aiming for the oxygen mask next, Price’s voice is there attempting to soothe him the entire time.

“Calm down, Simon” he breathes, lowering his face close to Simon as he braces his palms gently on his chest, ushering him to relax, “it’s okay Si” Price looks from his lieutenant and then up at you.

His eyes contradict his tone. For the first time since you’ve known him, Price looks worried, if you didn’t know any better maybe he even looked scared. Fearful for his friend. You’ve deduced plenty in the last week or so, the captain hadn’t overshared on Ghost’s behalf, but he’d let enough go unsaid that you put two and two together - Ghost hadn’t always been a Ghost.

He was once a man; with a life and a family, despite being broken down and beaten by his father he rose above it, he sought out a life that would give him the control back. But even that was short lived, betrayed and brought to his knees and buried alive - left to rot away in that casket six feet under.

Ghost wasn’t created to replace Simon, he was created to protect him. Not just his identity and his past, but to protect that little boy that never got a chance to be just that. Simon had to grow up too fast; everything innocent and sweet ripped away too young, instead he was carved out by harsh words and glass bottles - moulded to be a shell of his former self.

The nurses are quick when they arrive; they sedate him through his IV and replace everything he’d managed to rip out, he’s in and out of it. Drifting as Price said.

You sit there for the rest of the afternoon. Silent by his side as he rests. Again- you don’t know what keeps you there. Maybe it’s an obligatory sense of responsibility for this man’s life now, he’d saved yours, now you owed him the same. It makes the wound in your chest ache, the dull throb of it palpable under your palm when you rest it there.

Then you realise as your eyes scan him, hovering over the bandages that wrap around his entire torso -

You’ll both have matching scars now.

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