#im getting buried in glasses idc

[whorekaisen]

NSFW nerd!gojo drabble! college AU ig • NERDJO :3 !! • cw: pervert gojo • MINORS DNI

"hugh fuck-" Satoru's glasses fogged up by his hot breath and sat at the edge of his nose. He rutted harder against the pillow that was tightly pressed down underneath him. He moved desperately against it trying to get more friction as he buried his face into the mattress, a poor attempt at hiding his pornographic moans and he didn't seem to mind that he was drooling into his freshly washed sheets. He was growing hotter by the second and blushing furiously, see, 15 minutes ago he had you, the pretty little thing in his chemistry course sitting here, in his dorm cramming with him before finals. He did his best to remain calm but when you dropped your pen under his bed and bent down to pick it up in that cute little skirt he got a little peek of your ass. He did his best not to look! he really did! what was he? some blushing virgin who gets flustered by a little skin?

Yeah. He was exactly that.

He rushed you out of his dorm suddenly falling "ill" you were rushed out so quickly you forgot your pen. He was so painfully hard and desperate he barely had time to slide his cock out let alone actually get undressed "don't stop! please-" he snakes a hand down under his weight and gives his cock a tight squeeze causing precum to ooze out of his slit rapidly before pumping it after realizing humping a pillow wasnt gonna get him there "nghh please- cum!" he gripped your pen with his free hand tightly bringing it lower to suck on it. Considering he was self pleasuring he wasnt begging anyone but his own hand to cum. He pretended it was your much daintier, soft hand but deep down he knew it wasnt and he was a nerdy pervert about to cum over a study session. He flipped onto his back no longer caring about his volume and stroked furiously. He looked down briefly to catch a look at his angry red tip flustering himself as his glasses seemed to move lower and give him a clear view. He throws his head back with a loud whimper "please please im gonna cum please let me!" two last strokes and hot ropes of cum fly out staining his torso, a couple even reaching his flushed face.

He lays back taking a breather and basking in his shame before fixing his glasses to sit neatly on his face again before closing his eyes

"Hey, Gojo! I forgot my-"

Even though your lost item was sitting clutched in Satorus palm it was long forgotten after seeing what you walked into...

not proofread + rushed idc :3

reblogs appreciated <3

[duffs-balls]

The Dilfest 2

SECOND PART OF THE DILFEST YALL

heres the first one

read that first bro or dont idc

TELL ME ID THERES ANY GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES PLSSS TELL ME PLS IM BEGGING

WARNINGSSS🙏😱

sex🔥 fingering, dom duff, spanking, teasing, dirty talk (kinda), marking (kinda), pills (painkillers not drugs), hot sexy men (passing out and going mental warning, dont look at the pictures below if u have any heart issues /j)

HOW IS HE SO HOT I NEED HIM TO TIE ME UP

The soft thud of the car door shutting lightly woke me up, but not enough for me to open my eyes or register what is happening.

He softly opens my door and undoes my seatbelt, before grabbing me right under my armpits and lifting me up into his arms. I instinctively wrap my limbs around him. I cling onto him like a koala, burying my face in the crook of his neck as I just keep on sleeping. He closes the door and locks his car before wrapping his arm around me securely.

He grabs the key and unlocks the door, before stepping into his home.

He doesn’t mind carrying me at all. He likes being so close to me and being able to take care of me like this.

He flicks on the lights and locks the door behind him, before making his way upstairs to his bedroom.

He lays me down on the bed, kissing my forehead before taking off my shoes and tossing them onto the floor. He takes off his own shoes and changes into sweatpants and a plain shirt before crawling into the bed.

-

Sunrays shine through the curtains and onto our entwined bodies. I frown and blink my eyes open. I let out a yell as I feel someone else pressed up to me. I push the person off me and stand up, staring at them in horror. I relax slightly as I see it’s Duff, but before I can do anything, a pounding headache hits me.

It feels like theres a hundred Oompa Loompas banging three big metal tubes on my head. Jesus Christ. I groan and clutch at my head, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Hey, hey, hey. Cmere.” His soft, soothing voice fills my ears, relieving some of the pain. He immediately reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me back into bed.

I snuggle up to him, nestling my face in his neck as I grip onto his shirt. Snuggling up to him at least made me feel a little better. His arms wrap around me protectively, rubbing my back in an attempt to soothe my aches. “Shh, baby.” He murmurs, kissing the top of my head. “You want me to get you some painkillers?” I nod, groaning softly.

He lays me down on my back on his bed, pulling the sheets over me. He presses a lingering kiss to my forehead before he lets go of me, hurrying over to the bathroom, which was connected to his bedroom.

I keep my eyes shut tightly, curling up into a ball as I realise how much warmth and comfort having Duff next to me gave me. And now, that was all gone.

I can faintly hear him rummaging through the cabinets and turning on the faucet.

A few moments later, he walks back into the room and crawls into the bed. He places the medicine and a glass of water on the nightstand, before helping me sit up.

I climb into his lap, not caring if I was being all clingy even when we hadn’t known each other for long. I couldn’t give a shit, I’m feeling horrible and he makes me feel much better, so I’m gonna get as close to him as possible. Period.

“Here.” He says softly as he hands me the pills and the glass of water, he chuckles lightly as I cling to him. I drink the whole glass, not opening my eyes since I knew the bright light would be way too much.

I hand the glass back to him and wrap my arms around him, seeking comfort in him. He hums softly, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “There you go.” He murmurs.

I try to get even closer to him, pressing my body against his and shifting around to make myself as small as possible. He chuckles at my attempts, his arms tightening around me.

I squirm around for a few moments before letting out a frustrated groan, my jeans becoming annoyingly uncomfortable. I roll onto my back and quickly take them off, my eyebrows furrowed.

I move back into Duff’s lap. He chuckles but doesn’t say anything, just holding me again when I move back onto him. “Better?” He whispers. I smile and nod.

We stay like that, cuddled up in bed. Eventually I’d fallen asleep. He’d whisper sweet nothings into my ear every now and then, or caress my body, which I’d do to him too. We’d sometimes change positions. It felt so good to be cuddling with him; he made me feel so safe, and I made him feel safe. It was not awkward or weird at all, it felt right and comfortable.

After hours of cuddling and slumbering, falling in and out of sleep, I speak up. “You hungry?” My voice is soft and slightly groggy, although my grogginess is nothing compared to his. His voice sounds like a deep rumble from a motorcycle, even more than it normally does. “Yeah. We can make breakfast if you want.”

His voice is so sexy. I feel butterflies in my stomach, and heat pools between my legs. I brush it off for some reason and nod with a smile.

We both get out of bed and grab each other’s hand as he leads me downstairs. I look down at our entwined hands, feeling even more butterflies in my belly. My eyes travel up before locking onto his back. He’s so broad, like a Doritos chip. Then I look at his arms. His tattoos are so beautiful, and his biceps are huge.

I speed up and start walking next to him. He smiles down at me as I get closer to him, before opening the door to the living room and kitchen. We don’t say anything, and that’s okay. I don’t like to talk much in the morning, anyway.

We walk into the kitchen and I jump up onto the counter, watching him as he opens the fridge in search for something to eat for breakfast.

I suddenly feel an urge, an itch for him. I grab his arm and pull him between my legs, wrapping them around him and trapping him inside them. We both lean in, no words needing to be said as we both knew what we wanted.

He brushes his lips over mine gently, before deepening the kiss. His strong arms slip around my waist, pulling me closer against him. I tangle my hands in his wavy, blond hair, deepening the kiss even more by pulling on the strands.

I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, even though we’re just kissing. That doesn’t last too long. His big, strong, possessive hands wander down to my ass, squeezing and groping. I moan into his mouth, feeling his cock growing harder against my cunt through our clothes.

I can’t help but grind against his dick, moving my legs up higher to wrap around his waist. He groans into the kiss, his hands gripping my ass tighter. His lips become demanding and hungry, his tongue slipping inside to explore my mouth. My heart is racing in my chest, my breath coming in short, almost gasp-like breaths. He suddenly lifts me off the counter and slams me against the now closed fridge, making me gasp. I didn’t know he had this rough side to him, although I could’ve figured. One of his hands moves to squeeze my tit. I moan, arching my back into his touch. He keeps me pressed against the fridge, holding me up as my legs are still wrapped around him. His hand moves down to tease at the waistband of my panties, a smirk appearing on his face as he hears my needy whine. “So eager.” “Please..” It’s never to early to beg. He grins devilishly and slips his hand inside, rubbing at my clit in circles with his middle finger before sliding his fingers along my wet folds. I moan, my fingers tightening in his hair. He plays around with my pussy for a few moments, before finally slipping one finger inside. He starts to move in and out slowly, his other hand still groping at my breast. His thumb rubs lazy circles around my clit, making me let out moan after moan. I’d never felt so good, and this was only the beginning. He starts to trail kisses down my jaw, and then my neck. He sucks and nibbles, staying on the same spot for a bit to create a mark before moving down further. He lifts my shirt up and kisses the part of my breasts that aren’t covered by my bra. With one hand still working on my pussy, he can’t take it off. He grunts in frustration, suddenly thrusting his finger deeper inside me than before. “Take it off.” He growls. I immediately let go of his hair and take off my shirt, tossing it onto the floor before unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor too. He growls and takes my nipple into his mouth the second it’s exposed, sucking and tonguing it. I let out high-pitched, whine-y moans, my hands moving to tug on his hair again. He adds another finger into my wet hole, curling them to find my sweet spot. He abuses that spot relentlessly, making my back arch and my thighs shake. “Duff!” I moan, my hips bucking against his hand eagerly. My moans turn into gasps, my eyes rolling back as I feel myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm. His movements become faster and more intense, hitting my sweet spots in all the right ways. I can’t even manage to warn him as I cum all over his fingers. I cry out his name, my hands clawing at his back. I arch my back off the fridge, my hips grinding against him uncontrollably. I pant as I catch my breath, my head tilted back to rest against the fridge. He smirks and slowly pulls his sticky fingers out of me, grabbing my jaw with his other hand and forcing me to look at him. “Open.” He orders, tilting his head back slightly. I look at him with hazy, satisfied but lustful eyes. I part my lips, my eyes falling closed as he sticks his fingers inside my mouth. “Good girl.. Lick ‘em clean.” He breathes out, his eyes fixated on my lips and expression. I eagerly lick and suck on his fingers, slightly cringing at the taste of myself but liking the feeling of his fingers in my mouth and him controlling me too much to care.

“That’s a good girl.” He growls and pulls his fingers out, suddenly putting me down on the floor. My legs feel like jelly, shaking and making me stumble. He leans down to whisper in my ear, his hands resting on my hips possessively. “Bend over the counter.” He growls. My breath hitches and I obey, turning to the kitchen island and bending over it. My breathing is heavy and deep, my heartbeat racing in anticipation. He moves behind me, his hand reaching out to run along my sensitive pussy. He suddenly smacks my ass, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. I can hear him cursing under his breath, feeling his gaze burning into my ass. I spread my legs further and stick my ass out, hiding my face in the crook of my arm. He smacks my ass once again, before pressing himself against me, his big hands gripping my hips to pull me back against him. He bends down, pressing open-mouthed kissed along my shoulders and neck. “You want this?” He whispers in his low, sultry voice. I nod frantically, my arm reaching behind my head and wrapping around his neck, while my other hand rests on the counter and supports my body weight. “Say it.” “Yes.. Please, Duff..” I whimper, feeling his hard cock poking into my ass through his sweatpants. “Please, what?” I groan, growing frustrated as he keeps me waiting for way longer than I wanted. “Please fuck me!” He smirks and sinks his teeth down into my skin, right where my shoulder meets my neck. He pushes down his pants and boxers, his dick jumping free and pressing against my ass. He moves his hand between my thighs and spreads them apart, before grabbing my hips and forcefully tilting them back. He suddenly slams into me without warning, making me cry out. He grunts at the feeling of my tight, hot cunt stretching around him. He starts moving in and out, slowly at first, but he quickly speeds up. The sound of his hips smacking against my ass, the wet squelching of my pussy and our moans, grunts and gasps fill the room, which fade into the background as he fucks me into oblivion. His hips move fast and hard, his cock hitting spots inside me I never thought to be possible. He holds onto my hips and pulls me back onto his dick with each relentless thrust. “Fuck, baby. So tight. Such a good girl for me, taking my cock like this. Fuck, yeah.” He murmurs breathlessly between hot kisses all across my shoulders and back. I moan his name uncontrollably, bucking my hips to meet his thrusts. “Gonna come inside your pretty little cunt. Come with me, babe..” He lets out a shuddering growl as he slams into me harder and harder, exploding inside me. I cry out in ecstasy as he fucks me over the edge, coating his cock in my come. He pants as he slows down, his forehead falling against my shoulder. His hair sprawls across my sweaty back, his breath fanning over my skin with each pant. After a few moments, he pulls out, our combined juices dripping down my thighs and his cock. He flips me around to face him, leaning in to kiss me messily. His big hand tangles in my hair, pulling me closer. I wrap my arms around his neck, rubbing my heel up and down the back of his legs. I pull back and bury my face in his neck with a breathless chuckle. “Jesus Christ.” I murmur. He laughs softly, his arm sliding around my waist. “Let’s take a shower.” He murmurs into my hair. I make a small sound of approval, kissing his neck. Right when I’m about to pull away so I can walk to the bathroom, he picks me up. I yelp and laugh, burying my grinning face back into the crook of his neck. He carries me bridal style, a big, charming grin on his face. I giggle and look up at him, leaning in to place some kisses on his neck and jaw.

PH MY GOD IM GONAN FUCKING KILL MUSELD YHIS SHIT IS PISSING ME OFF I HAD SM ISSUES TRUING TO DUPLICATE THE TEXT CAUSE I WAS GONNA MAKE A MALE VERSION BIT I SLreaDY STOPPED OKAY NO IMNNOT EVEN EXPLIANINF THIS IM SORRY THE KAST PARTS ARE ALL STICKED TOGETHER AND THE FIRST ONE IDNT BUT IM TOO POSSED OFF TO FIC IT SORRY GUYS

anyway here u go uhh i dont have much to say tbh i dont think ill write a third part but we’ll see

i probably will be writing more other duff fics though

IM WORKINF ON A BUGGER ONE RN ALSO ABT DUFF BUT I WANN AHAVE IT COMPLETELY FINISHED BEFORE I POST IT SO THAYLL TAKE A WHILEEEE LIKE MONTHS OR SMTH SO IDK

[roseworth]

okay id like to say im sorry in advance for this but i want to talk about my headcanon of rose having a glass eye.

first of all i have canon basis for this since in deathstroke inc #1 there was a flashback to her cutting her eye out. but she still has two eyes. probably not intentional but idc im taking it as true.

now i think she would have 3 reasons for using a glass eye: number one being that its a very clear blindspot and a weakness that can be exploited, and she doesnt like showing any weak spots so she finds a way to cover it up. number two is that she doesnt want to be like deathstroke, and having white hair and an eyepatch is basically an immediate deathstroke identifier.

however i can argue against both of those reasons (her blind eye isnt a blind spot because of her precog + enhanced senses, and if she didnt want to be clocked as deathstroke adjacent the first step would be taking off his mask rather than getting a new eye) SO. my third & favorite reason is that shes trying to extend an olive branch to slade. she doesnt want to address the things that hes done to her and shes still desperate for a family, so she gets a fake eye so that slade can look at her without remembering their past. shes trying to bury everything that happened as far down as she can because its easier for her to pretend that it didnt than to acknowledge that it did. and she wants a family bad enough that shes willing to try to forget everything

but im also gonna take that a step further and say that SLADE was the one that gave her the glass eye. hes also trying to cover up the past, and doesnt want to think about the shitty things hes done, so he gives her a glass eye because he thinks that'll make her forgive him. hes not changing what hes doing now and hes not apologizing for what happened before, but hes trying to get both of them to leave it behind. and since a glass eye is the only gift that her father gives her, rose takes it and uses it because she takes anything that slade deigns to give her.

and another reason that fucks me up is because theres a line about slade that says something along the lines of "he has a clear blind spot, but hes good enough that he projects that weakness and still wins." (and i wish i could fucking remember what issue thats from. i promise ill come back here and add a screenshot if i remember) SO part of him giving her a glass eye is him not believing that shes good enough to project weakness. which i think would fuck her up given that all she wants is his approval

anyways thats my pitch for why i believe shes secretly had a glass eye this whole time. i dont think she would've told anyone because she KNOWS that having a fake eye that her dad gave her to put a bandaid over the past is bad for her. but she will take what he gives her and implant it into her skull since its a tangible representation of her fathers attention

[gojosatorailme]

How Lookism characters would eat you out

- Daniel, vasco, zack, gun, goo, Dg

Daniel Park

He’s a virgin. Cant expect much homie

I’d expect him to be a quick learner so he’d look at you throughout it, very experimental with it

Soft kitten licks soft kitten licks soft kitten licks.

Oh? You like it here instead? Okay! He’ll go crazy 💯

Id see him as quite shy and nervous as he wouldn’t know what he’s doing though he’d get more comfortable and confident with reassuring words!

As he gets more used to it you’ll be in tears

Soft and sensual licks, his face buried inside you flicking his tongue the way he knows drives you crazy

UI Daniel on the other hand… a menace. Absolute menace.

Forget walking bby you’ll forget how to think all together

Goodluck soldier

Vasco

I LOVE VASCO

WHYRE HIS BONKERS SO FUCKING HUGE????

He’s so cute I feel like he’d be so dumb and lick the left flap

Like I KNOW he’d do smt wrong by accident bc the poor guys just so confused

Somehow has a charm to him like somehow

Maybe it’s bc his milkers are so large you get delusional or maybe it’s bc his abs are all sweaty and he looks hot but theres SOME CHARM THERE

Vascos so cute

Would put your release before his like it’s a priority he’d put the burn knuckles on the line for it

Wants to make you feel good so teach him the way and he’d do wonders

Zack Lee

Stop joking honey hes a taken man

Keep scrolling home wrecker 🤬🤬

joking he’s also in the virgin gang ^^

Whole worrywart

He’d ask if he’s doing this right, if you feel good, or literally anything

I see him as a body worshipper or like he’d be into praise

Pls tell him he’s doing a good job

Very sweet I love zack

Still a taken man tho keep scrolling boo 😒

Gun

Would he even eat you out or would he get straight to pounding your brains out let’s think for a second

Have a strong feeling he’d be so aggressive

Strong and power licks. Like not even kidding

Have you seen his body maybe he does tongue workouts too u never know??

You want him to go slower? He’ll go faster. You want him to go faster? He’ll go slower. You want him eat you out at all? He’ll dip.

He’s such a menace for what

yk how he takes glasses off during fights? He does it while eating u out and I find it so oddly hilarious

Imagine he outs the glasses on and somehow gets turned on by it GOODBYE

Slaps ur genital area?? He’s mean. He’s just mean.

This is supposed to be like nsfw but it’s a parody atp I feel like gun was such a leash kid it’s so funny HE PROBS BIT A TEACHER IM FALLING IT IDK

He’ll go feral on u 💯 dick in or tongue in idc he’s a beast

He’d degrade u Roo like calling u a little slut for being turned on by how mean he’s being with u

Goo

HES JUST LIKE GUN BUT MORE GOOFY??

WOULD HE EVEN EAT U OUT FOR FREE?

Better get the bag before u think abt getting his tongue

u silly thing

He’d laugh idk and the vibrations would make your eyes roll back and ur all shivering

Would lick the left flap. But on purpose.

Teases u on purpose hes just so mean

he would listen to u either like no going fast hed go slow no going slow her go fast HES JUST LIKE GUN MF

Dg/James Lee

……….

Theres a lot to say but a lot not to say.

Eye contact. Mega eye contact.

Him as James Lee? A menace. I mean it’s already Canon that he’s a menace so why do u think he won’t be one in the bedroom?

ur so silly!

He’s James Lee the living legend of the first gen that’s know to be the best at literally every fucking thing HE WON POETRY LIKE MAD RESPECT IM SO BAD AT POETRY

If he’s good at everything he’s probably a god in the bedroom

ITS ALSO CANON HE HAS A BIG DICK

Maybe I’m biased and I love James but. Yeah.

You’ll be screaming, crying, fucked out, and all but keep going u got this!

him as DG however…

The same. Literally the same.

Both would be such a tease.

Also part of the mean group those little fuckers

He’s so unexpected to like could he giving u small kitten licks one second and the next his tongue is faster than flash like in being so fr

To conclude, he’s a god in the bedroom and I’d like to experience it first han-

The sex legend

[rolex-kaard]

ok but imagine if i got a Spamton. idc what my parents say he's staying. he's getting my entire bed instantly don't worry i'll figure something out. im always finding clothes i either don't want or just don't fit in so you can have those. dude you want to eat twice your share? sure have all the leftovers not like i can stomach much anyway. you want to bury yourself in unfolded clean laundry? awesome. do you think he would fit in a child carrier seat thing for the bicycle? and like i would take him to every store and place i go to and be like ok little guy run free grab whatever you want i'll pay ♡ but still shake him upside down at the checkout just in case. and i'll insist on going to the local fair whenever it opens annually. and we can play lan minecrap ive always wanted to do that with someone. and i would let him play undertale and deltarune but maybe not chapter two? and i can help him find something other than trash can slime to style his hair. and i could carry him around wherever and maybe we can finally reach that one shelf all the way by the ceiling. and since his glasses are probably ancient i can figure out how to get him new ones. and like. bro i will finally have someone other than my parents to talk to irl. and

[growingstrong-imagines]

Kissed by Fire // Chapter One

Prologue

Summary: What happens when the Queen kissed by Ice needs to turn to the Queen kissed by Fire in desperate times? Will the visit of the Dragon Queen cause unintentional anger and even unexpected feelings in the Northern Realm? People aren’t joking when they say opposites attract.

Word Count: 2k+

Warning: mentions of alcohol

A/N: okay this is a hot mess which took me way too long to write but hey after all im writing a fanfic based on grrm’s work amirite. it’s also going to flop but idc

Lyarra woke up with an awful headache attacking her temple, and it felt like her brain was about to burst out of her skull. She looked down at herself and realised she had fallen asleep in her gown which became quite wrinkled the night before. The Queen let out an annoyed sigh and she knew she was causing extra work for her servants, the thought of it making her feel ashamed of herself. 

She tried to stand up on her two feet as slowly as possible, but Lyarra still felt like her body was light as a feather and heavy as all the bricks making up Winterfell, at once. She almost collapsed back on her hard bed which was barely comfortable enough to even sit on it. 

Lyarra knew she had to get herself together, so she took a huge gulp of the glass of water sitting on her desk and she knew it would probably be for the best to call one of her servants and ask for something to treat the hangover but her thought process was cut short by her most trusted advisor, Ser Davos.

“Your brother would like to talk to you, Your Grace,” he announced, bowing slightly. Lyarra simply nodded and told the knight to let Jon inside, then wait for them outside. She recognised the worried looks Davos was giving her when he saw her uncombed hair and wrinkled gown, but she couldn’t bother thinking about it right now. However, Lyarra did start feeling uneasy once Jon closed the door behind himself and looked her up and down with slightly raised eyebrows.

“Are you here to tell me something important or to judge me again?” The Queen snapped and rubbed the bridge of her nose with eyes shut tightly. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, feeling like an actual mess.

Jon took a step closer with a worried expression on his face. He knew what it felt like to behead someone, though he had got quite used to the blood on his hands by now. However, his sister didn’t have as much experience and still wanted to appear strong, but Jon knew about her coping mechanisms and it worried him more and more, on a daily basis but every time he wanted to talk to Lyarra about it, all he got was annoyed groans and denial. His sister was definitely down on the wrong path, but he knew there was still a chance to pull her back.

Lyarra looked him in the eyes, and she couldn’t keep it anymore. All those weeks and months without touching anyone even in the most innocent way possible made her stone-cold and distant, but still starving for the feeling of a warm body against her seemingly frozen one. She knew that her title was turning her into something she had never wanted to become and that made her terrified and anxious, constantly on the edge, praying to the Gods to send someone who would help her get her real self back.

Lyarra suddenly collapsed into Jon’s strong arms and her brother held her as close as possible, reassuring his sister that she wasn’t alone in this fight. He ran his fingers through Lyarra’s hair and stroked her back gently, so she would calm down and feel at ease just again.

Once it happened, she pulled away from Jon and gave him a tiny smile.

“I’m sorry. It was harder than I thought it would be. And I can’t stop thinking about how much danger might be hiding among the walls of Winterfell. Among the walls of my home,” she said almost whispering while filling another glass with the cold water.

“We’ll work hard to secure the castle even more, Lyarra. After all that have happened, you’ll also need a guard constantly looking after you. And don’t even dare to say no. I know that you are the Queen but I’m your brother and want you safe and sound.” Jon looked at her with one of the most serious expressions Lyarra had ever seen on his face, and she knew it was no place for an argument right now. She simply lowered her eyes and tried to ignore the headache that didn’t want to go away. Eventually, she decided to change the topic. It was way too painful to talk about it right now.

“Does the Dragon Queen still want us to bend the knee?” she asked with a slightly disgusted face and Jon didn’t have to talk to answer her question; his long and deafening silence was enough.

Lyarra let out a chuckle and shook her head, taking another sip of the fresh water that she wished was a cup of great Arbor wine instead. She soon got ashamed of that thought.

“We cannot do that and she just wastes all of our time if she thinks otherwise,” Lyarra said, putting the empty cup down, all the while looking Jon dead in the eyes. Her brother lowered his head and sighed, knowing full well it would take an awful lot to convince his sister to think about other options. Jon saw the good in Daenerys, he saw the potential in her and genuinely thought it would be for the better to seek alliance with the Dragon Queen. However, Lyarra was just as stubborn as their father Ned and brother Robb, and she wasn’t convinced easily about anything, let alone such an important decision, which could influence the lives of thousands if not millions so easily.

Jon stepped closer cautiously, knowing full well how much his sister treasured her personal space. But as she stood there without her heavy crown and flawless gown, Jon realised how vulnerable Lyarra actually was. No matter what anyone said and thought, his sister was still a scared child at heart who had to grow up way too fast. And a part of Jon hated himself for not being there for her to protect her from all the harm that had reached Lyarra while they were apart, but he knew that his sister would be angry with him for saying it out loud, so he kept it all to himself.

Lyarra shook her head once again and forced herself to look the other way, so she wouldn’t see the worry in Jon’s eyes. It was the same bloody look every time they looked at each other, and she was getting tired of it. After all, she wasn’t the helpless little girl she was when her brother left for the Wall - she was the Queen in the North, a grown woman with ambition and cunning. A grown woman who had fought for survival for a big part of her life, who had already learned she was her only true ally.

So she despised that look in Jon’s eyes even though her brother meant no harm. Still, it took Lyarra back to dark places she never wanted to visit again, so it was easier to avoid eye-contact with her brother, even if it meant making him feel bad. After all, she had never learned how to confront an issue in a healthy way.

Finally, when the silence was getting too heavy for both of them, Jon sighed and pulled Lyarra into a tight hug. The girl was surprised at first, so she just stood there slightly shocked of the sudden display of affection from Jon. Then, slowly but surely, Lyarra let her muscles relax and leaned into her brother’s strong body, folding her own arms around Jon’s torso. She unconsciously buried her face in the boy’s chest and it made her feel safe and home. Oh, how dearly she had missed these feelings and finally, they were all there, lighting a fire inside of Lyarra – a fire that was ignited and kept alive by the feelings of love and safety. Just as this fire started had Lyarra realised how cold and icy she had become throughout the years spent alone or in the company of cruel people and traitors. She only needed a pair of safe arms to melt the ice and make her feel human again.

When they pulled away, Lyarra even flashed a weak smile at her brother, who was quick to return the gesture. However, their moment was soon ruined by Ser Davos, who informed Lyarra about the Dragon Queen’s desire to speak to her in private.

Lyarra took a quick glance at Jon, who lowered his eyes and was already holding his breath. He knew full well that his sister had a rather strong personality which not everyone was fond of and he had feared that Queen Daenerys would be too quick to judge Lyarra too without giving her time to warm up to her.

However, Daenerys was quite patient and understanding, some of her qualities which she only reserved for people she greatly loved or respected. As she stepped in the chambers of the Queen in the North, she had to try really hard to toughen up in front of her rival. Or, who seemed to be her rival. Daenerys had no idea what had happened to her and she tried to fool herself by telling herself it was the sweet wine she had had before visiting the Queen in the North. Of course, it was much more complicated than that and a part of her was aware of that.

Lyarra raised her eyebrows to let the Dragon Queen know that she was waiting for her response.

“I’m terribly sorry, I must have got lost in my thoughts. I simply wanted to visit you because we haven’t had the chance to get to know each other, I’m afraid. What you did yesterday- You’ve done it before, haven’t you, Lady Lyarra?” Daenerys cursed herself in her mind for letting such ramble roll off the tip of her tongue.

However, Lyarra cursed the Queen in secret for addressing her as a simple Lady instead of the Queen she was. Still, she managed to force a smile on her face and offered her a seat opposite of her by her desk before answering the Queen’s question.

“I haven’t had to behead too many people so far, if that’s what you’re curious about. But I have had my battles to fight, so I’ve learned to swing a sword the hard way.”

Daenerys suddenly didn’t know how to reply, but she was so desperate not to appear weak or ignorant in front of a possible ally, so she simply smiled and said how much she had always admired warrior queens at which Lyarra simply smirked and turned away, leaving Daenerys disappointed.

“I’m sure you’re already a legend, as well, Your Grace, so please, let’s skip the small talk to you telling me the actual reason you’re here,” Lyarra blurted out, staring deep into those violet eyes. I can’t lie, they’re beautiful, but beauty is lethal.

Daenerys couldn’t ignore the tone the Northern Queen used when saying Your Grace but she also knew she couldn’t let such petty little things get in the way. She had a goal to achieve here but it was getting difficult to keep her composure in the presence of Lyarra Stark. And it wasn’t the fact that it was her territory that intimidated Dany- it was something completely different, a feeling that she hadn’t been able to shake off since she first laid eyes on the Stark girl. As much as it annoyed her, it also made her scared. Scared that it might be the cause of her losing her place on the Iron Throne.

“You see right through me, my Lady. I am actually here to convince you to bend the knee and join forces with me to-,“ but she couldn’t continue without being cut off by Lyarra Stark.

“To help you get the Iron Throne where you could rule over my home? I’m terribly sorry, Your Grace, but I hope you can understand that I simply can’t do that. I can’t decide for thousands. And even if I could, my answer would still be no.”

Daenerys flashed a rather forced smile at the self-proclaimed Queen in the North and thought to herself she’s making it difficult for everyone, but if she wants difficult, let it be difficult.

[apricottah]

there’s so many things i want to tell you and it builds up and becomes too much, anyway let me tell you what has been happenninnggg there is something so wrong with me all the time i swear the past like 2 weeks? week? three weeks? idk how long it’s been but anyway i went out whenever this is like at the start of when i last wrote something and me and my friend go out and jay who i went es with is there bc he works at the pub we went to and we had a really nice time but then we’re all talking about ages ago when we went to the eden project and me and this guy broke into the eden project and stole ice skates and went ice skating and swam in the waterfall but apparently the night before that there was this girl and they found me behind the portaloos 😭😭 telling her like no no get off me and she was trying to get it onnn with me and they had to save me from her bc i was like nooo and she was like 😜😜😜 so new trauma got unlocked that i completely don’t remember. whatever there’s this guy at work i fancy the fucking arse off of but like when i like someone im so nervous i just cant if idc im fine whatever but i literally idk i have a problem so ofc i told everyone and their nan i think he’s Fitttttt, we’ve been talking a bit but im still working on it but then a couple days later i sort of got over it. i asked my step dad to get some bread a week ago and he gave me the dirtiest look so my home life isn’t so great also my sister’s got really bad again and i shldn’t be workinf so much so i can look after her but i need to get my own place so i can just get custody of her it’s tricky and i’m really bad at law. i was out the other day and im walking to the loo and i see caitlin fucking daniels i haven’t spoken to her in yearrsss man she was like omg grace?!? and i was like hi!! and we’re gonna meet on sunday im so excited i was like ahhhh im doing so much better now im so heaLTHY lets do smth! she’s doing really good she seems more balanced. i have this 50th bday party on sat and im so anxious bc the only people i know going is the girl who’s parents it is, her bf and my fucking disgusting toxic ex who i would literally rather set fire to my own body than sit in a room with for any amount of time because everyone is still so blind i literally feel crazy saying he’s an asshole but im sorry i called it from the start and then i was psychotic so idrk what happened but my therapist said it’s best to just leave closed doors closed and accept what was left behind them which yeah i get but fucking hell im not drinking when i go onsat because one fucking glass of wine and i would honestly choke the shit out of him chop his cock off and bury his body in the woods yeah maybe i do have a lot of repressed anger and resentment but at least i’m getting it out in ways like writing it down instead of doing something about it. i had a dream i was pregnant last night and it was soo weird also i didn’t get into halls for uni but i think it’s a good thing i just do not think it wld be good for me im gonna just go into a house and get a job and get on with it i actually have a goal now and i am soooo gassed for it because the law changed a while ago too so you can live in italy if you’re working abroad like idk i think it’ll make it easier for me and i won’t have to fake marry a gay italian man. i have such a good idea for a book i can’t wait to start it also i finally finished my draft of the first one i am SO excited except now i need to go back and edit it alllllll which will bore the ABSOLUTE SHIT out of me but it’s also okay because i love myself

[lacnunga]

due to the recent attention quincey and my strange love child has gotten, i’ve decided to do a post of my ‘character building’ aka ‘me just aimlessly rambling at Q in tumblr chat and getting overly invested in our hopeless little loser’. enjoy (or dont idk idc)

Naruto oc Gear

·         platonic bff w/ kankuro

·         i feel like they deserve a mullet. they're completely oblivious to why other people Hate it. they think it's cool.

·         "it feels swishy kank. kank. feels like Wind Country style. kank why are you laughing?"

·         nobody understands why someone 'cool' like kankuro hangs around with this dork

·         its like kakashi and gai. kankuro just shrugs - "dude is a good listener. and they write valentines cards to karasu. they're a weirdo and i love them so back tf off'

·         gear:: nyah

·         kank: what?

·         gear, staring at him through their souless glasses: you know, nyah *makes kitty motions*

·         *gear proceeds to be drop kicked all the way to fire country border*

·         also, nobody know whether gear is male or female or...other?? except their doctor, who enjoys keeping it a secret from a frustrated kankuro.

·         gear has promised him a years worth of buying hi hamburger steaks if he manages to find it out, so kank has some incentive

·         its been nearly ten years...no luck

·         temari doesnt understand the friendship, but its not the weirdest thing her fam is involved in so

·         gear is v scared of gaara though, especially when gaara, in a bid to 'understand his family better' tries to get to know him. gear tries to avoid gaara, but he's. always. there.

·         kank in the end tells gear to Just Talk to Gaara, there's like a 50% chance he won't kill them (if only for kank's sake)

·         wind forwards to a v awkward interrogation session where gear tries to explain the appeal of fireworks and the concept of second hand embarassment

·         no wait

·         i just had a brilliant idea

·         gear is the pioneer of light up ninja sandals

·         are they practical? no way

·         are they weirdly satisfying? hell yeah

·         (when too many shinobi got caught in the field bc their sandals lit up, by decree of the kazekage they can only be worn in the village

·         and preferably never, according to Temari)

·         also gear is a big fan of shino. why? (because I love shino) but Actually because kankuro is still bitter about losing to him

·         so when gear meets shino they make it their mission to become Great Friends, aka the Hoopiest of Froods

·         Rub In That Salt. Can You Taste It Kank? All That Salt.

·         their name is now Gear, or in the japanese version, Giya ギヤ (aka just Gear in katakana - hell, if it works for Lee.) fter visiting konoha kank is sulking bc gear went on and on about how shino was a Cool Guy and had Flair and a certain je ne sais quois ( doesnt know what that means, but it sounds adoring and he Hates it. Gear is his friend, not Shinos)

·         Especially when he remembers that Shino kicked his asssss

·         eventually gear gets ticked off and commisions a cake with big writing on it 'STOP SULKING, KITTY'. kank is weirdly frustrated that gear has remembered his favourite flavour cake

·         gear makes him sarcastic friendship bracelets

·         though gear and shino bond over the fact that nobody knows what their faces/eyes look like. its sort of like an Achievement Unlocked.

·         Gear is then integrated into the Aburame family as a honors member

·         Gets home made pies when ever they visit

·         Kankuro is jelly as usual but does not argue over the pie

·         when shino demonstrates his kikaichuu technique, gear waves their arms around making obnoxious buzzing noises. shino sniggers.

·         hell most things can be forgiven for pie

·         gear actually becomes very good at mimicking the kikaichuu noises so when they go back to suna gear makes the noises when kankuro is least expecting it. the suprised punches to the nose are so worth it.

·         I can just see kankuro just spazzing out before just decking this nerd in the face!

·         Ok but Kin adopts them and loves them but just...just hates their fashion sense more then anything in the world

·         she just eyes their mullet with a twitching brow. gear is holding onto their visor with all their might and watching out for any kunai that might come close to his fabulous mane.

·         lets face it, if shino and gear had a bit of a 'snip snip' training accident, kin wouldn't be disappointed

·         and of course if gear becomes friends with shino, they gotta get along w/ team eight as well. kiba is eyeing their hair with a strange mixture of envy and incredulity. hinata draws gear up some new face-masks. they love them, even the pink floral ones.

·         hinata, handing over the masks: d-do you like them?

·         gear, choked up and holding back sobs: they're fine

·         Gear has a habit of coming to Kank in the middle of the night with the weirdest shit. They knock on his door at three in the morning looking like they're about to cry.

·         G: Kank I've done something awful I'm a murderer

·         Kank is basically ready to help bury a body

·         K:okay okay don't panic what did you do?

·         G: *whispering* I eat eight spiders a year kank. EIGHT SPIDERS. HOW MANY SPIDER ORPHANS HAVE I LEFT TO GRIEVING SPIDER WIDOWS KANK. I'm a MONSTER.

·         K:...go home.

·         K: Spends the night googling 'is it true you swallow eight spiders a year?')

·         i have the idea that gear was a really plain child. you know the kind that never really got noticed and people just realised they were there when they tripped over them.

·         and they finally got sick of it when they graduated the academy like

·         'well now im just going to be so Extra you wont have a choice but to notice me fuck you'

·         now thats not to say they realise the mullet is a bad idea, however it does have the extra incentive of people going 'oh hi- DEAR LORD WHAT'S THAT ON YOUR HEAD'

·         plot twist, they look so completely ordinary under the glasses and mask that even the people who saw their face don't remember it the second they look away

·         surprisingly gear makes an excellent undercover operative

·         Just take off the mask and goggles and visor, fashion their hair a lil, and put on a plain kimmon and BAM Gear is an under cover cop

·         exactly. kankuro is really weirded out by the idea that any of the sort of twenty yo people he passes on the street could be gear

·         Kankuro was terrified of gaara but boy o boy does Gear just raise the steaks a lil

·         They could be anywhere

·         Behind that bush, near the bush, IS THE BUSH

·         one time gear was on a mission with their team and they got separated. in the fight, gear lost his mask, broke his glasses and his visor got tossed. when they returned to their team they had to spend the whole journey back convincing them that 'YES this is me i swear see? im wearing the same underwear!' 'how would we know what underwear you started out wearing?' 'I THOUGHT WE HAD A BOND'

·         they meet kankuro on the way into town and gear is just like 'here, kank is my buddy, he'll tell you im me'

·         'well kankuro-sama, is this Gear?'

·         K:...im gonna be honest i cant fucking tell

·         K:but are they wearing blue boxers with ducks on them?

·         Squad captain: WHY DO YOU-???

·         Kankuro: THINGS HAPPENED OK THEYRE WEIRD AND JUST- DO THEY OR DONT THEY?

·         Gear: *shit eating grin*

·         Temari actually thought those two were together for a long time and they both just missed her euphemistic references to their ahem 'friendship' until Gaara mentions they couldn't put romantic partners on a team together and Kank just

·         ucking falls off his chair like

·         K: Wait what? Since when have we been romantic partners?? News to me??

·         When he talks to Gear about it they seem unfazed just straightfaced tell Kankiro that 'you make my kokoro go doki doki'. Kank doesn't speak to them for a week

·         Aka Gear is once again relegated to the sofa

·         Gear seems to say 'so worth it' a lot

·         Most of the time it really isnt

·         Gears surprisingly good a dancing, specifically the fancy pants type dancing.

·         So bc Kank is the kazekage's brother he's invited to a fancy do somewhere and he brings along Gear as his +1 bc hes a loser w/o a bf/gf. before the do he's just pointedly asking Gear like 'look do i need to teach you how to dance? because there will be dancing. fancy dancing. it will be Expected of You. do you want a dance tutor. are you sure? Are You SURE?'

·         Gear is just waving him off 'Relax kitty, its cool' Kank is just mentally preparing apology speeches for Very Important Peoples' crushed toes

·         the night comes along and Kank is making awkward small talk with some girl who roped him in when suddenly he's yanked away from the convo by Gear

·         before he knows it they're on the dancefloor and SURPRISE gear is waaaay better at dancing than kank's stiff penguin shuffle

·         gear takes great pleasure in dipping him really low at the end

·         and they never let kank forget about it

·         so i dont know if kankuro went to the ninja academy but lets assume he does

·         *did

·         so he and gear are in the same class

·         but gear is of course always forgotten

·         until one day kankuro notices them because IDK he runs into them and knocks them over or something

·         so somehow they hang out that day and kank realises 'yeah this kid is a good one i could hang out with this dude like forever. mine now.'

·         and the next day kank tries to find Gear except

·         the fucker is so Unnoticable

·         kank is just standing in the middle of the room scratching his head trying to figure out who the fuck he was talking to yesterday. gear of course doesnt have their sparkling personality yet and so is too shy/embaressed to go up to kank and remind him that 'hey this is what my face looks like'

·         eventually they do hang out again though

·         and the same thing happens

·         kank gets fed up and brings in his face makeup and like draws reminders on gears face

·         gear is fine with it, just wandering around all day with purple paint on their face

·         except ppl keep making fun of them so kank wears the paint as well as like a solidarity thing

·         of course gear finds his own look at the end of their academy days but kank carries on wearing the paint from then on(also gear used to be the kind of person who cried really easily and the paint showed it ALL up. they weren't too keen on walking around with tear tracks and smudges on their face, so mullet it is lol)

·         sad idea

·         gear is kankuro's first and best friend

·         sure, kankuro has other friends, but no real Friends outside of his fam later on, bc when he was smaller every interaction with other kids was coloured by him being related to the Sand Demon

·         kids didn't want to be friends with him bc they were scared for their lives (and kank threw himself into his puppet making for something to do bc puppets werent to emotionally fickle as kids)

·         so he latched onto gear and they became integral parts of their lives without even realising it

·         one day, gear leaves on a mission. they dont come back. they're declared MIA

·         it varies between villages but generally its one-two months before a MIA ninja is declared KIA

·         kank isnt worried about gear. gear is a tough dude, they'll come back.

·         a week passes and kank isnt worried

·         two weeks passes, and he's getting twitchy, spending more and more time hunched up in his studio, tinkering with his puppets

·         three weeks passes without a sign from gear, and he's wrecked seven puppet prototypes in senseless death battles and he doesnt want to think about why he's become so snappy and easily frustrated

·         (temari pops in on him every so often, forcing sandwiches and energy drinks on him even as he ignores her, whittling down a wooden ball joint with singular concentration)

·         the fourth week draws to a close and kank is visiting the mission room every day, lingering inside the doorway, scaring returning genin teams with his impatient aura. he's making trips around the hospitals in case they had an unidentified body turned in (he knows gear by their scars even if their face just wont stick)

·         saturday rolls around and kankuro is dragging himself down to the morgues, the crematoriums, clamping down on the threatening waves of despair - he asks by name, by description, by the rate of decay on any bodies returned by scavenging teams sent out across the sandy oceans

·         there is no sign of gear, not a peep as the fourth week draws to a close, the deadline for Suna mia operatives

·         he goes to the records office to bear witness as they change the status on gear's paperwork, and he feels hollow, like karasu as the red ink is drawn through the status box

·         he returns to his house, silent. temari is there, waiting, with a worried furrow between her brows (he thinks he even saw gaara, who was so changed since the chuunin exams, peer at him through his bedroom doorway opened just a crack, that emerald stare assessing, before retreating again)

·         he closes the door to his workshop with a calm firmness, blocking out temari's questions

·         kankuro stares at his puppets, propped up on various stands and in the corners, half assembled carapaces that seemed to mock him with their glassy stares

·         he snaps

·         kankuro thinks this is what gaara must have felt like, pulled under by the whirlwind of emotions as he rampages, trashing models and ripping up drawings and smashing incomplete headless, armless bodies. it feels like there isn't enough destruction to match the hole gear's death has left in his own chest and he only stops when his fist pulls its punch instinctively, barely an inch to karasu's face, those lovingly sanded planes and features carved with years of practice and patience

·         now karasu is left, his friend before, during, after Gear, and he never thought there would be an 'after Gear' - gear was only a chuunin, they didn't leave the village on any dangerous missions, not like the sand siblings

·         kankuro doesnt leave his workshop for three days

·         on the third he comes out, with karasu and gathers his supplies. he leaves for the funeral, to send off his friend

·         when they had visited konoha, he's seen their Memorial to the dead - a great stone slab, with their names carved into it, the oldest names almost worn away with time and touch. suna doesnt have a memorial - the souls of their shinobi are memorialised at the Oasis

·         the spirit oasis lies a few hours run outside of the city of suna, towards the east - once, or so the tales go, the oasis was part of a giant aquaduct that fed the blooming gardens of a wealthy empress, a long time before the establishment of the hidden villages. now, the oasis is a forest of crumbled stone and faceless statues, a giant pair of stone legs, broken at the knee marking the entrance. past there runs a river, mysterious in its crystal clarity - many suna scientists have tried to find the rivers origins and where it disappears to, but it remains one of the sand's greatest mysteries

·         it became known as the spirit oasis by the first kazekage, who saw the electric blue lights bob and weave above the rushing waters at night - he took it as a sign, and saw, from the top of the tallest ruin, the great crater that he would build his village in.

·         it is to the oasis that the suna shinobi go to remember their dead, and to let them go. it is where kankuro went. it is where he ended up kneeling beside the gently gurgling river, amongst the offerings of food and sake left behind from the visits of other shinobi. bells tinkle melodious in the soft winds, accompanied by the flutter of the shimenawa papers. he looked into the water, so clear he could see the mosaic tiles on the bottom of the aqua duct, and tried to imagine the corpse of his friend, buried somewhere under the grains of sand, lost, decaying until only his bones are left, to be collected one day many generations down, or simply to be forgotten until the gods reclaimed their peoples. kankuro imagines gear's spirit, their soul, instead, bobbing along in this river, laughing and dancing in the night, blue, bright, electric

·         "I- Geez, I can't believe you're making me say this, you idiot. I guess, I miss you. It hardly feels like you're gone. It's been, huh, i don't know how long. For me, weeks, since you've died, but I guess it only really hit me some days ago. You- urgh, you really always need to have the last word, don't you, G-"

·         Kankuro froze as the wind moaned. It was the wind, right? He knew the reports from the shinobi who had visited this place - odd sounds like groans and moans of the deceased spirits, and the embittered jounin who simply waved the tales off as the sounds the wind makes as it howls through the archways and pillars of the ruins.

·         he strains his ear for any other sounds and- there, again. It doesn't sound like the wind, he decides. it sounds like a person, a flesh and blood person. he rises to his feet, slowly pulling a kunai silently out of his pouch. he's ready for an attack as he makes his way through the labyrinth of ruins, following the sounds of grunts and pants of pain. he turns a corner and finds his quarry.

·         a fellow suna shinobi, judging by the tattered dull flak vest. brown hair matted to the head with crusted blood, the shinobi is slumped over a large piece of the ceiling that had fallen down centuries ago. as kankuro approaches, the shinobi gestured weakly with their own kunai, dripping blood onto the weeded tiles.

·         "who..." the shinobi rasps out

·         kankuro doesnt have to hear any more than that word - he recognises the voice, knows it because it's been cycling around his head with endless quips and puns and sarcastic riddles over the past few days. it was a voice he didnt think he'd ever hear again, and now that he has-

·         he dropped his kunai with a metallic clutter and swiftly crouched in front of the shinobi, casually brushing away the brandished knife that couldn't have speared a paralysed mouse. slowly, his hands grasped the drooped chin and he straightened the slumped head, so he could look the shinobi in the eyes.

·         they were brown and bruised around the edges. they stared back at kankuro for a moment, almost dead, before a spark of recognition lit up in them, and they crinkled up. the blood-tinted mouth stretched up too, showing a set of battered teeth. one hand come up to tug at kankuro's hair.

·         "...hey kitty. was the service...good?"

·         kankuro laughs and leans forwards, so his forhead touches the other.

·         "you're- you're a fucking idiot. you asshole-"

·         Gear just grins.

·         ………..

·         also i had an idea about gear's family

·         since they're hoity toity ima imagine they're an Old Clan

·         they were maybe friends of the first kazekage, and howsabout they built the water delivery system for the village

·         sooo even though they're not really relevant anymore (especially with the rise of more modern technology etc) they're still trying to regain that 'friendship'/allience whatever they had with the first kazekage

·         they consider themselves one of the village founders bc of their water systems but they're Not Really. basically the family is pretty stuck up and gear's parents are pretty peeved that Gear doesnt care more about his family history/doesnt conduct themselves with dignity

·         Gears parents are snooty plumbers

·         family name = 水瓶座/mizugameza

·         aka Aquarius/water bearer

·         not their original name but they rebranded themselves all fancy like after doing the village plumbing lol

·         gear is actually kind of embarassed about their family's attitude which is well known (and sometimes mocked) around the village

·         they prefer to just be known as Gear minus family name hence Kankuro didn't actually know which family Gear was a part of until quite a bit into their friendship

·         Gear ur a beautiful child I'm glad u were made

·         gear deserves all the happiness

·         the only reason im glad they're not canon is so they're spared the boruto ending

·