#i think he realized im not a hardass by choice

[technicolorxsn]

man I feel kinda bad abt that,,

[nerosdayinanime]

they love eachother so much you have no idea

(also i was listening to 'Welcome Home' by radical face for this one and i just think its very Themcore & you should check it out)

ok so abo au- Giyuu's an omega & Sabito's an alpha prime, theyre a pair & water pillars by the time Giyuu encounters the Kamados-

it starts off normal with him snapping at Tanjiro for having no spine & sending them off to Urokodaki, instead of saying anything through letter he just tells Sabito to meet him with Urokodaki in 3 days- he spends a day dealing with a different demon nearby before catching up w Tanjiro

He gets there while Tanjiro's scaling the mountain, Sabito arrives not too long after and they all sit & drink some tea until Giyuu starts explaining what happened. Sabito flips his shit when Giyuu says he'd commit seppuku in response to Nezuko eating someone, they start arguing and snapping at eachother until Urokodaki says 'Enough!' in a Tone.

They both duck their heads and stop while he explains the little event that happened on the way, he notes that Nezuko has 'an unprecedented amount of restraint' and Giyuu shoots a Look at Sabito who looks like he's just swallowed a lemon but relents to Giyuu's choice to let her live. Tanjiro arrives and collapses at the door, Sabito notes the look of sheer determination in his face before it turned confused at the New People in the house

Sabito gets up and walks out past him, Tanjiro turns back to Urokodaki & Giyuu and asks who that was. 'dont mind him, he doesnt like your situation right now. you'll encounter worse [than him] on your travels down this path' Tanjiro nods to the warning, then eats & they all chat for a bit before he finally conks out.

Urokodaki forces Giyuu to do chores around the place and set up him & Sabito's room since theyre staying for a little bit, like an hour in Sabito comes back and does his share of chores n such- they sort of ignore eachother, a little passive aggressively from Giyuu's side, it has Urokodaki shaking his head at their little spat

When it comes time to sleep Sabito finally caves when Giyuu lays down with his back towards him at a distance. He apologizes and says he realizes how much it means to Giyuu, 'im just scared of losing you' and Giyuu melts- how can he be mad about that? they make-up cuddle about it and in the morning they are rudely woken up by Very Loud Noise Very Close To Their Face- Urokodaki's way of getting back at them for not visiting for months, suddenly dumping 2 more children on him, and making him deal with their moody little asses the whole day before (he's still glad to see them despite all that tho<3)

over the course of 2 years whenever either of them would have time between missions they'd usually check in on how Tanjiro's training was coming along or if Nezuko ever woke up, after the first year when they stopped by they'd spar with him and correct his stance & motions and whatnot. Sabito's still a hardass and a little bit mean but he means well, Giyuu's very bad at teaching tho. Tanjiro really has to learn through actions with him bc he doesnt know how to explain whats wrong and whats okay. when they're not around Makomo's still the one sweetly running him into the ground with training<3

[gamblersdoll]

pussydrunk

in which, Gojo, would confess. MDNI- 18+, oral (fem receiving), head squeezing, mean and angry Gojo, whimpering Gojo, fingering, unprotected intercourse, est relationship?? angst, then fluff

Love was a tragic curse, at least thats what Gojo thought. Gojo believed love wasnt needed in a relationship. no, never.

until you and him started dating, you would always talk about the mysteries of love, and gojo would always ignore it. that stupid, yet attractive smirk plastered on his face. you two started dating for a while, going onto five months, and it was starting to get rocky.

fighting with gojo was like fighting with a wall that was freshly built, one that wouldnt be knocked down. youd grow angry, and gojo would just ignore your anger, your own pain. you two were arguing about head, how youd always go down on him and please him. however, the energy was never matched.

"i just dont give head, y/n." he said with a lazy smirk, peering over his damn glasses. "i dont see why its a big deal, we could just not give head." he suggested, knowing itd piss her off.

"or we could stop fucking all together.." she sneered, folding her arms. she looked to her side, not wanting to look at his stupid , yet, attractive face.

this caught his attention, him frowning and forming a pout. "wait jus a minute, we dont have to go that far." he protested, rolling his eyes.

if you had told gojo's younger self, maybe when he was 22, that here he was, between a girls legs and eating her pussy, hed laugh at you.

"fuck.. you taste so fucking good.." he said, legs thrown over his shoulders as you were devoured by him, "cant believe id pass this sloppy pussy up.. you cream so much when i eat you.." you moaned, gripping at the hair on his head. you were so close, you were grinding on his face, begging for his tongue to quicken. "cum, cum f'me, cmon, cmon!" he encouraged, shoving his fingers in your cunny, feeling the way you convulsed, how you spasamed, how you arched your back and then--

the feeling of his face being splashed against, him pulling away to the mess you created.

"...you just squirted on me." he revealed, still realizing your mess, how heavy you breathed, how fucking pretty your pussy looks. you eventually looked at him, his eyes wide, youd think hes angry.

"im sorr-" you attempted to say, before you felt his two thick digits in your pussy grind against your gummy walls.

"yer gunna do it again, until i say so.." he commanded, you didnt have any choice, not when hes pussydrunk.

"what the fuck do you mean, you dont love me??" you questioned, standing infront of him, folding your arms. you were more than pissed, and incredibly hurt.

"when did i ever say that i did??" he chuckled, hands in his pockets- this motherfucker didnt care, it was beyond him. he quite honestly didnt see the reason you cared, he just wanted you to finish dinner already, its been a long day.

"the shit i do for you, that doesnt mean anything..? the fact i basically have to save your ass sometimes???" you pestered, stirring the pot of the stew. you were growing pissed. the violent pissed, the pissed that you worked so hard to tame, the pissed only for special grades or hardass curses.

"oh no it does and i appreciate it, i always show that, i just dont feel love for you, if i did then that would be bad." he shrugged, "hows dinner coming along?"

youre worried about the stability of your relationship, and hes worried about food. what was his fucking problem??

you slammed the pot into the sink, emptying the contents of what once was dinner, you could go a night without your cooking... he couldnt.

"figure it out, im not doing shit for a man who doesnt give a fuck about me." you spat, walking to your shared bedroom, leaving gojo confused.

he didnt care, you can throw your little tantrum.

until, of course, youd change your social media relationship status to "its complicated" instead of "in a relationship." and once gojo got that message, oh how livid he was.

"what the fuck." he spat at you, gripping your arm as he glared into your eyes. the way his blue pierced into your brown, you would almost be scared , but you werent.

"isnt it complicated? you dont love me and we're in a weird position, so its consider complicated." you chuckled, trying to reciprocate the same energy he had just a week ago. what was his problem?

"youre a fucking brat, yknow? you stopped cooking, you stopped looking at me, you stopped everything." he snarled, leaning his face into yours. why did he care? what did you matter. you were just another girl who he dated, who he lived with, who he fucked, who he ate with, who he actually put effort in his appearance, who he actually give a full kiss, who he made love to-

"youre mine, princess- ohoh fuckk.." he groaned, plowing his fat dick into your pussy, his face in the crook of your neck, humping into you, eyes tightly shut. hearing you moan his name, he moaned yours back. "fuck youre so pretty.. my pretty bitch. oh fuck- fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..ohmygod fuckkkk..." he whined, hands entwined into yours and spilling into your womb, while he whimpered.. he fucking whimpered, if you didnt cum from then, you surely did now. he wasnt his nonverbal, non noise making self. he let loose for a change, and all it took was for you to take a week trip with collegues.

oh, fuck.

he rolled his eyes hard, sighing while he looked away in defeat, his efforts in not falling in love, failed. just to realize it wasnt the kind of love he felt for geto, wasnt the kind of love at all. and all it took was you to pull away slightly, he put his head on your shoulder, sighing heavily.

"you were right.." he mumbled, holding you tightly. "i.. do love you." he whispered, feeling nervous to say, he couldve costed a good relationship.

"hm." she said, shaking her head and holding him back, "you wan'a kiss?" she asked, she didnt miss the way he perked up. "then say it again, and you can have as many kisses you want." she chuckled.

"love you," he said, trying to kiss her. she dodged it, moving her head to the side , drawing out a groan from his throat. "whaaattt?" he groaned.

"say it right, dont get lazy again." she warned, her own smirk on her face, something he always went feral for, whether she got it from him or he just found it really fucking hot on her face, the way the plump of her lips spread slightly, especially with that damn pina colada lip gloss on-

"i love you, princess. now can i please fucking kiss you?" he almost growled, not waiting for her answer, just smashing his lips against hers.

[barryjeanblues]

taako meets death (again)

(also posted to my ao3)

taako has met two raven queens in his life before now.

well, close enough, at least. most - though not all - of the worlds the starblaster had traveled to had gods, and surprisingly enough, those gods were usually - though not always - strikingly similar to their homeworlds gods. (this was useful, because one of the crews number relied very heavily on a certain nature god for his magic. luckily, the nature or life god of each world always seemed to have a soft spot for little old merle, even if they werent merles traditional cloven-hoofed pan.)

twice, taako had met the death god - someone equivalent to faeruns raven queen. 

this had led to taakos understandable trepidation upon kravitz finally putting his foot down and insisting taako meet his mother boss. 

the first time taako had met a raven queen, she had been… overwhelming. the light of creation had fallen into a forest dedicated to her and her followers, and the head acolyte refused to give the wandering crew the light unless they first received permission from the queen.

the crew had agreed, with no other option, bracing themselves to firmly explain the direness of the situation. surely a goddess would be intelligent enough to understand. 

that raven queen had burst into a forest cleaning in an explosion of black feathers, half illusion, half steel, so that when lup brushed the smoky feathers from her eyes they blurred and dissipated, but when magnus tried the same thing he yelped and brought his hand back bleeding. 

that raven queens laughter had been eerie and echoing, almost but not quite mocking, almost but not quite infectious, almost but not quite joyous. the crew had stood firm and offered their argument, and the queen had given them tests and tokens and bargains and tricky promises with too many clauses and loopholes and at the end of it all the ipres numbers had been halved and the rest were weary and worn as they caught the light of creation and fled with only minutes to spare, the faelike laughter of death following them terribly even through the overwhelming cacophony of the hungers assault. 

that laughter had trailed after them longer, if only in their heads. taako would be making stir fry, planning outfits, swapping merles shampoo for hair-loss potions, when hed have to sit down suddenly and breathe through the musical trills of the raven queens cruel pleasure. it had seemed to bounce in his head the way a rubber ball might, ricocheting off thoughts and feelings until it rolled under a couch to be forgotten about, till some slight movement sent it rolling and bouncing about once more. 

davenport had died in an illusion, thinking he was saving his crew. poor merle had been choked by his own plants, betrayal writ across hos face. barrys skin had grown sickly purple with poison - ten to one odds arent very good odds. taako doesnt forget easily. he decides the goddess of death can go fuck herself. 

the second raven queen taako had met much later in their journey, and taako had met her alone. 

lup and barry had become liches a few cycles back. it was something taako had still been coming to terms with. 

taako loves lup. this is an immutable fact of any and every universe. taako loves lup and lup loves taako and not death or memory or space can separate them, not for long. but seeing your sister die, and then… go beyond death, to twist herself and latch on to a chance that she may never return except in madness and spite - thats a hard thing to grasp, even when she succeeds. taako had still found himself shivering when his sister forgot she had a body again and grabbed a hot pan off the stove, crying out in pain. taako still woke sweating from nightmares in which his sister and his friend flew apart and reformed as cackling red robed horrors of insanity and cruelty, too far for him to reach. 

until that cycle, though, barry and lups choice had only been an asset. 

but some raven queens do not take kindly to anything they see as a perversion of their domain. 

barely a week into that cycle, taako had awoken from the guilty non-elven pleasure of a nap only to find himself in some cold, hard court, fashioned seemingly of steel and silver and concrete, onyx lining the floor and the only color coming from sparse sapphires sparkled throughout the long echoing hall. 

at the end of it - and taako had known his eyes must have played tricks on him, because at first the being at the end of the hall seemed, while large, not much larger than a giant, but when hed called a nervous greeting his voice had echoed so awfully he knew the hall stretched much farther than hed thought and the goddess at the end of it must have been unimaginably huge. 

her eyes had glinted a flinty sapphire in her carven steel face when she ordered him to defend the existence of his sister and his sisters lover. 

taako had tried. he truly, truly had. but while taako is a being of preservation and caution, full of intelligence and cleverness, he is not one of cold hard logic. perhaps lucretia could have convinced this raven queen, the only of their number who had ever been able to grasp true hard reason… but taako doubts it. he had doubted it then and he doubts it even more these days. 

the point is, taako, for all his love for his family and his brilliant wit and devotion (probably, in fact, because of it) taakos arguments couldnt convince that raven queen. she saw past his genuine belief that lup and barry had made a good decision, and into his fears for her, and the goddess of death had based her own argument on those. she won. taako never had a chance. 

he, lup, and barry had woken up in the next cycle, newly resurrected. taako never stops feeling guilty about it. 

so. yes. 

taako is more than a little nervous about meeting the goddess his boyfriend serves so devotedly. but, and youd be hard pressed to convince him to admit it, taako would do anything for kravitz. and despite it all he does actually want to see what the deal is with his sister and his best friends boss, and his patron gods… friend? lover? girlfriend? taako isnt quite sure what fate and death are to each other, but its definitely something.

kravitz lays a warm hand on taakos shoulder, but taako squares them up. he can do this, for fucks sake - hes died a shitton of times, he can meet death. 

the doors open and taakos breath - the only breath in this realm of the dead - catches in his throat.

taako is a die hard istus fan, and shell always be his goddess. but if taako wasnt a taken elf, hed follow the raven queen, he realizes with a startle.

shes beautiful, yes. shes gorgeous, and taakos always been weak for beauty, but hers isnt the cold hard beauty of gemstones and gold, thinks his nimble fingers snatch up and hoard in his endless pockets. the raven queen is beautiful in a way that taako cant describe as anything other than simple.

he cant pin down any features. she has a kind face, gentle hands, bright eyes, but taako can tell she is a goddess because despite staying still the image of her flicks and shifts in his head. at once she seems to have every kind face hes ever seen, even if he doesnt recognize anyone. her hands reach out to comfort him - no more than comfort - but she stands without moving in front of taako and kravitz. her eyes glitter and sparkle and crinkle up with cheerful laughter, except taako isnt entirely sure she has eyes at all, or maybe she has too many. 

he thinks… he thinks maybe she has wings, or maybe theyre arms, or maybe theyre black fabric, draped around and behind and below and above her, shifting with the last breaths of every mortal in the universe. its darkness but its not scary, taako realizes, its solacing, healing, the way that he feels when dusk passes to night and the sky is huge and warm and the brush of lups hand against his as she says goodbye for the night is a relief and a love. 

hello, taako, death says. its lovely to meet you. 

she means it, taako knows. he can tell, somehow. shes just happy to meet him. nothing more, nothing less. 

'oh,' taako says aloud, and kravitz laughs his quiet sweet dorky laugh, and the raven queen laughs too, and its just that. its just a laugh, and its a nice one.

'oh indeed,' kravitz says. 'taako, did you really think id serve a monster or a cruel master?'

'well,' taako replies hesitantly, 'honestly, homie, i kind of thought you were, and id, like, have to start some quest to slay death itself and rescue you.'

the anthropomorphic personification of death laughs again, a note of delight in her tender voice. i like him, my kravitz, she says, good job.

kravitz does the dead-reaper equivalent of blushing. taako grins a little because its very cute. 

'death is different here,' taako hums. 'its… it wasnt like this anywhere else i went. it was cold, or cruel, or empty. i dunno why its different in your world.'

'then i guess we're the lucky ones, huh?' kravitz asks. taako leans up against him and murmurs an agreement. 'its why i love my job so much, why it means so much to me. its not that im some hardass, i just…'

'yea, cha'boy gets it now,' assures taako. 'still.' he looks at the ever-shifting, ever-stable face of death again. 'you better treat my boy kravitz and my lady istus well, capiche? or we will have issues.'

its a deal, taako, the raven queen says, smiling. 

when taako opens his eyes, hes in his home in the material plane, and kravitz is next to him, and theyre both smiling. 

[failbaby]

i need to state an unpopular opinion and i feel like you are one of the few that wont stone me for it (maybe): i dont like jj that much 😳 i mean she was lowk toxic at times and when spencer was going through his thing she did not care but when spence was like im here for u she was like i was tortured stop asking if im okay u dont know me 😡 like... u realize he... the whole dilaudid....... like it was unfair how she treated him sometimes love aj sm but ... (im sorry this was so long omg)

Thank you for this because this is an interesting discussion to have!!

I didn’t like JJ at first because I thought she was super bland, but she’s grown on me over time, because I’ve sort of realized why her presence is so important to the team: she’s an everyman, and we’re supposed to see ourselves in her.

I love all of the other characters, of course, but they’re a little “out there”, if that makes sense, and I don’t think they’re very easy for common audiences to relate to.

Hotch is a hardass, 100% stoic, nearly fearless leader who is kind when he needs to be and always closes the BAU’s cases, usually flawlessly. We all want a leader like this in our lives—who cares very much for us (but not enough that it clouds his judgement), who will graciously take a band of misfits under his wing and treat them as his own, who almost always makes the right calls and almost always gets the job done—but do we know leaders like this? Could any of us ever truly be a leader like this?

Morgan is an absolutely perfect picture of classically noble masculinity—he’s intelligent, loyal, good-hearted, protective of his loved ones, and, obviously, very physically attractive. We can and do love him endlessly, but he’s too good to be true. How many men have you met that are as brave and selfless as Derek? Could you ever look at a situation where you understand that you’re likely to burn to death alone among the wreckage of an ambulance and decide to take that chance in order to save a handful of strangers? Maybe you have, and maybe you could, but I haven’t and couldn’t.

Reid (before season 13 because idc about any of that) is a classic golden child. He’s the team’s little darling (and, in some cases, the viewers’ little darling). He’s soft-spoken, ingenius, introspective, non-confrontational, and, in situations where he’s involved in a conflict, he always acts with both heart and head and always takes the moral high ground, even if it’s not the best decision. He cares deeply about his friends. We as viewers tend to feel very, very sorry for him (or at least, we’re supposed to). When he argues with someone else, he’s usually in the right, and I find myself taking his side. Spencer is a fantastic character, and most of us (I don’t know if this is you) adore him, but there’s almost no one in real life who manages to be so consistently calm, mild-mannered, and thoughtful, not to mention the fact that his superficial intellect is purposely dramatically exaggerated. (There are only so many geniuses in real life.)

Garcia is. Garcia, so I don’t think I really have to get into this one, but people (especially people who have every reason in the world to be cynical) so unwaveringly optimistic and loving are uncommon.

Prentiss is a texbook chaotic good. She doesn’t always make the right choices, but she usually does, and she’s always driven by her strong moral compass. There are very few real-life people so willing to disobey orders and risk losing everything for the sake of doing what they believe is right. From the time she was introduced, we’ve been made to understand that if Emily sets her mind to something—if she truly believes she deserves something, if she is truly devoted to someone, if she truly believes that morality directs her one particular way—she will not rest until her goal is met. She is determined to a degree that most of us can only aspire to. She fears no man, god, or unit chief. Don’t all of us wish we could be that way? Unafraid, always able to do what’s right even if the world is telling us no?

Rossi is wise, classy, and just mysterious enough that he’s like glamorous character from a mystery novel. He always knows what his team needs to hear. He knows everything about his field. He knows exactly when someone needs a reassuring word or backup or a…family spaghetti night. I don’t think I have to elaborate too much on Rossi, either, but I think that we all wish we had someone like Rossi in our lives who always knew what we needed and could always give it to us.

I’m not saying this is BAD. It’s the opposite, actually, because romanticizing the human condition is a necessary element of drama. Criminal Minds is a drama, and when someone writes a drama, they need you to deeply love the characters so that you’ll worry about them and cry for them when they’re hurting. Can you imagine if these characters were as moody, snippy, and occasionally selfish as all of us are in real life? It wouldn’t be enjoyable at all! I would be so pissed off the whole time I watched lmao

But, at the same time, we as viewers do need someone who we can really, truly relate to, and THAT is why I love JJ, and why I think she’s such an important member of the team.

JJ has a family, and that is what’s most important to her. She’s a mother before anything. Everyone has a mother, and some viewers are mothers, so this is something the vast majority of us can relate to. She loves Spencer, but she snaps at him or doesn’t have the patience to deal with him sometimes. Don’t we all do that to the ones we love occasionally?

JJ is “bland,” meaning she doesn’t have one big, bold, defining personality trait that we can smack down on her (like the others—“brave,” “smart,” “chaotic”) because she’s supposed to reflect us. JJ is supposed to help us relate to these wacky, melodramatic characters in a more human way. She interacts with the rest of the team in a way writers imagine we as viewers can relate to— she’s a little intimidated by Hotchner, but grows closer with him as the years go on. She babies Spencer, but gets frustrated with him when he talks too much or is incapable of reading the room. She finds Penelope strange, and adores her for that. She wants Emily Prentiss to top her. She’s overwhelmed following a traumatic incident in a way that none of the other characters ever really have been.

Does that make sense? JJ is y/n, is what I’m saying. This is just my opinions so if you think differently that’s totally fine, but I just thought I’d write a dissertation on your anon ask haha