#it might be You Will Be Found that im thinking of

[cutieforbear]

i really feel like i am. i think especially this week when you've been sick and all i wanted to do was talk to you and hold you and i'm just absolutely gratingly aware of our distance and the fact that i can't call you. the fact that you can't talk to me coz of her and you can't text me coz you're icky.

like if something happens to you no one would tell me coz i'm just some skank no one knows about. i'm not your next of kin and im not your emergency contact.

no one even knows i exist. you haven't told a single friend or any person to pass the pub test. i feel pretty shit about it. and this weekend i kinda feel like nothings going to happen. like you'll never do it. maybe because i saw us in sliding doors. what a fucked up movie. and i know im not the villain in our story, but fuck me im still the mistress. i'm still just your secret lover. i hate how much i thought "i wish she just found out so this could be over"

i can't make plans for the future coz she's still gunna be here.

you'll travel with her at easter. you'll wait for the perfect time that'll never happen and i'll just be here picking up my pieces.

maybe i'm just sleep deprived. maybe im just angry because i so so so wanted to tell my sister about you this morning. i let myself actually fucking hope for half a minute you might come to me this weekend.

i hate waiting. and i hate not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel

“you will never be too much for someone who can’t get enough of you.”

— Unknown

[windixie]

nerdjo x reader ⟢ real man

"... did you know that a quasar emits more energy in a second than our sun will in its entire lifetime?"

"uh... sure?"

༄.° pairing . nerd! gojo x popular! reader (f)

⤷ summary . a low grade lands you a tutor session with the nerdiest boy at your university with the help of the best wingman, your professor, who knows that gojo is your only way of improving that 59.6% in your physics class. your annoyance soon turns into admiration and maybe something else as you find yourself enjoying the late night study sessions. but what happens when the physic sessions turn into sex education?

warning ⓘ tags . (18+), porn with plot me thinks, smut, gojo will give you second hand embarrassment bless his soul, protected sex that will lead to unprotected, masturbation, praise kink, oral, p in v, cream pie. sub gojo heh. jealous gojo. perv gojo. obsessive gojo.

⤷ wc . 4k (not proofread)

a/n . this is my first actual attempt to writing good smut. never got the hang of it so hopefully this turns out good. the 59.6% is specific because that is MY current grade and I might just kms if nerdjo doesn't help me out.

a/n . 2 I enjoyed writing the friendship buildup more than the actual smut :p

waking up to an email sent by your physics professor was not the best way to start off the day.

"you've got to be kidding me.." you grumbled, with your morning voice attempting to read the title of the email as your blurry eyes adjusted to the bright screen of your phone. you weren't surprised when the subject was that you are being assigned a tutor. you were aware of your current grade, but you swore you would be able to raise it up. right after partying.

your roommate, and long term friend, peaks over your shoulder as she buttoned up her pants. "yikes, I'm surprised he hasn't admitted you to a tutor earlier, haven't you had the same grade for a while now?"

you sighed knowing she was right. your grade hasn't gone up even a percentage for the past two weeks.

'meet me in class before it begins today, perhaps 10 minutes before, ill be introducing you to your tutor and we'll discuss how things will work.'

and that's how you found yourself standing in front of your teachers desk awkwardly. "he'll be here soon, he's very punctual."

you nodded in acknowledgment. you wanted to play it safe and come a few minutes earlier than the given time written on the email. '10 minutes before class'. the said class begins at 9:40. it is currently 9:28.

he was punctual alright. the moment it struck the half hour, the door swung open to reveal a tall boy- no, a really tall boy. he had white hair and blinding blue eyes behind dorky glasses. despite his nerdy look, the boy had a few facial piercings. one on his eyebrow and his lip.

that's hot.

"satoru! come in, come" your professor gestured the boy to be next to you. satoru offered a small, shy wave, which you responded with a warm smile.

"so as we all know, y/n isn't doing so well in this class." you cringed feeling your face heat up. being exposed in front of someone as smart as satoru was the ultimate humiliation.

"here's what's going to happen. there is an upcoming review test before the final. you pass that and im 99.9 percent sure that you will pass the final with enough studying. I'll leave satoru to decide how the tutoring will work, but I expect you both to meet up at least four times a week."

four times a week? four times? a week. great.

session 1.

you dragged your body into the library with your tote bag full of textbooks and practice worksheets. the library was fairly crowded with students studying for upcoming exams. you being one of them.

making your way deeper into the study area, your eyes landed on gojo who was setting up the table with his headphones plugged in. you approached him but he didn't notice you.

"satoru..?"

no answer. he was in a completely different world with the way he was humming a tune which only brought you to your last resort.

you poked his shoulder lightly which caused him to jump a little, looking over his shoulder to meet eyes with you.

"oh! hi uhm im sorry..! I didn't notice you I was just uh setting up the table. is this place okay with you? we can always pick somewhere else if your uncomfortable with being way too-"

"no no its fine with me." you interrupted his babbling which you found endearing.

"right." he chuckled before sitting down which you followed.

"alright so what exactly are you struggling with?" he asked.

what are you struggling with? "everything" you answered honestly looking at the organized textbooks- all related to physics and.. digimon?

"so.. we can start off with the basics of fundamentals of motion. such as speed and distance and maybe add in some kinematic equations. you are familiar with newtons law, right?"

you nodded as you recalled to the only thing you remembered from this god awful class.

"okay so we can skip that.. but ill still explain a little bit of it towards the end, just to make sure."

that's how you spent your first session with the boy. he's amazing at explaining, learning more from him than any past lectures. the way he is so into it you can't help but space out at the way his lips move.

"for the equations, there are a few of them, ill give you three examples then write one of each so you can practice."

your eyes fixated at the way he neatly wrote down the letters.

"so uhm.. do I multiply or-"

"you subtract this from both sides."

"got it."

this was definitely going to take a while if you couldn't even handle the basics. you handed him back the sheet where you attempted the problems.

"seems like you have a bit of difficulty deriving the equations."

you sighed. how long has it been? forty minutes? and hour?

checking your phone you were surprised to see that only 15 minutes have passed?

'just kill me at this point' you thought.

"hey hey, no phones. can't have you getting distracted, hand it over"

"I was just checking the time! don't take it away pleaseee" you begged.

"you'll be tempted to check the time every five seconds, just hand it over." you reluctantly placed it in his hand. his fingers brushed against yours and you were surprised to see how soft his were.

"lets try again. this time ill watch you solve them so I can see where you start to go wrong."

2 hours have gone by and you finally grasped how to solve the equations involving motion and acceleration.

"good job!" the praise boosted up your confidence. "only took ya thirty practice problems but you got there." he teased as he adjusted his glasses. "thanks satoru." you rolled your eyes at him.

the way you said his name went straight into his head. both of them actually.

"we should wrap it up for today"

he reached into his bag pulling out a few sheets before sliding them to you. "try and finish these by wednesday, which will be our next session. oh-" the pale boy reached for his examples. "use these for reference if you forget again."

accepting the papers, you placed them in your folder before tucking it back into your bag. "thank you, I know i'm not the easiest to teach."

"non sense. you're the first person i've tutored to actually have motivation to learn."

"you've tutored others?" you tilted your head.

"course I have. anyways, study what we've gone over today. here's my phone number-"

"youre going to have to give me back my phone in order for that" you chuckled. it felt like satorus world paused for a second as he saw your smile.

"uh right.. sorry"

it felt great to have your beautiful cellular device in the comfort of your hands.

"I usually ignore my messages.. can I give you my instagram instead?" you asked.

satoru was a bit disappointed to not be able to have your phone number, but your insta was just as good. that way he'd be able to see pictures of you.

you both exchanged users, you with your whopping 2.3k followers and him with his 40. 41 including you.

he noticed that out of the 2.3k people that follow you, you only follow around 90. he felt honored that he would be one of the lucky ones to be blessed with your follow.

"great!" satoru couldn't help the dorky grin that crept up on his face. "text me if you have any issues with the work, mkay?"

multiple sessions have passed.

you felt yourself warm up with the boy, learning more about him and his nerdy interests and the upcoming 'name as many digimon characters as you can' contest that he's pumped for explained the character book you'd see every time you met up at the library.

which you both eventually ditched after accidentally catching a couple doing... activities one shouldn't be doing in a quiet environment.

satoru couldn't help but wish that was you and him.

you both settled for a nearby cafe where he always paid for your drinks and sugary treat which he's memorized by now.

"we should go over the vocabulary today" his fingers skimmed through several papers before pulling one out that had the key to all the words you had to remember.

you were progressing and you felt confident for the review and final which were both in three months.

"here write down the words on a separate sheet and try to answer them to see which you know and which you don't."

outside of your tutor sessions, you began saying hi to each other in the hallways, exchanging small smiles in class, and late night texts.

satoru [ 10: 37 PM]

-you complete the worksheets?

you [ 10: 40 PM]

-hi! I just need to finish up the last one then im all done

satoru [ 10: 41 PM]

-thats good, mind sending me what you've done?

you [ 10 : 45 PM]

[image attached]

-im actually at a party right now..

that led to a scolding from him the next day. he couldn't care less actually no matter how many times he said to restrain yourself from partying for now because of your studies. in reality, he just didn't want any boy to see you wearing whatever revealing outfit you decided to put on.

satoru would be lying that he wouldn't feel the way his inexperienced cock would harden whenever he would see the way your skirt would ride up your thighs as you sat so prettily in front of him.

you were completely unaware of how much you affected the poor boy.

"so how'd the contest go?"

"I won obviously. named all 1400 of em." he put his hands up in victory.

you laughed at how cute you found it. him being proud over beating a bunch of kids?

"what was the price?"

"a limited edition card. super rare by the way, you have like one in a thousand chance of getting it. here! I have it on me actually."

he pulled out a card that resembled Pokemon cards which he would get annoyed when you got the two of them mixed up.

"this is the ghost bt1 diamond. you can pick one out of any Digimon of your opponent or you can delete all the Digimon if they share a name with it."

his eyes lit up whenever he talked about his interests. and you loved that about him.

"sounds cool, how much is it worth?"

"hmm I think like 300 at most."

"yeah well I remember my brother has a Pokemon card that's worth 78 grand."

"do your damn work."

as you prepared to leave, he stopped you.

"here."

he handed you the digimon card making your eyes widen.

"you're giving it to me?"

"mhm, just remembered I already have a similar card that does the exact same as this one. no need for me to have it. besides I think it would look great on your phone case."

now, whenever he takes away your phone for your study time, he can't help but smile when he looked at the card neatly placed inside the clear case with a few stickers around it.

he’d find himself late at night in the comfort of his own dorm, with his hand hesitantly palming his growing bulge at the sight of your story. the picture was of you smiling cutely at the cafe you both went at. a picture he took.

you looked gorgeous. you are gorgeous.

he doesn't remember the last time he's jerked off. maybe once in high school when his favorite cosplayer dressed up as a beloved female character of his?

pulling out his needy length, he imagined it was you. a finger grazed upon his tip smearing the pre-cum a bit as he let out a few whimpers. would you hate him if you saw him like this? all horny and pent up because of your post? or would you help him?

no matter how much he stroked himself, he just couldn't finish. he needed you.

his eyes skimmed through various websites to help his situation out.

‘how to have the best orgasm in your life’

‘best stroking methods’

‘how the female anatomy works and how to pleasure it’

‘man finishes threehu-‘

wait what was that? he scrolls back up a bit clicking on the female anatomy one. he was met with several images. diagrams showing where the most pleasurable part was for a woman.

gojo hasn’t done this much studying since his calculus exam back in elementary. who the hell let’s a seven year old solve that shit?!

by the end of the day, his brain is now stuffed with knowledge on how to pleasure you. still zero clue on how he’s ever going to bust.

2 days.

2 days until you review test and you were.. stressed to say the least. thankfully you have gone over everything from the semester and gojo made sure that you were well prepared even offering to make you a cheat sheet, allowed by the professor, to help you out during the test just in case.

"toru."

fuck. when did you begin calling him that nickname? it made gojo feel lightheaded to the point where he had to grip the end of his chair as you approached him.

"hey I was wondering if we could study at my place tonight?" you asked sweetly.

“your place..? like, where you live?”

“I hope so?” you giggled.

“y-yeah i guess but why?”

you took a seat next to him placing your bag next to your feet on the floor.

“walked past the cafe and saw that it was closed due to some renovations”

“god i hope it’s the bathroom sink. that thing sprayed me”

you both laugh at the memory of him coming out the bathroom with his hair sticking to his forehead and clothes dampened. that was the first time you’ve seen him without his glasses.

you preferred him with them on.

but you couldn’t deny that either way he still looked so handsome especially when he rolled up his now wet sleeves of his black sweater revealing veins that adorned his arms.

“I hope so. anyways I’ll text you the address later.. or actually, we can walk together if you’d like?” you offered and who was he to decline?

“sure sweetheart.”

gojo recently picked up the habit of calling you sweet names which never failed in making your stomach leap in happiness. where’s he get the sudden habit?

‘how to fluster a girl.com’

god knows where.

your house wasn’t far from the campus since you’ve been planning on attending this university ever since you were a kid due to living 20 minutes away at a walking distance.

“my parents are away at a trip so we’ll have the house to ourselves”

fuck yeah.

“they doing a business trip or..?”

“it’s their anniversary. they flew out to france and didn’t even bother inviting me” you rolled your eyes playfully making the pierced boy laugh. he recently switched out his lip piercing after his last one fell off while drinking his coffee.

he took in your house as you arrived. looking at the memories plastered on the walls. this is where you grew up..

“want anything eat?”

you.

he shook his head. “I’m alright, I ate something not long ago.” you hummed while walking upstairs, him trailing behind just to get a glimpse up your skirt seeing the pink laced panties that made him let out a low groan. his pants were uncomfortable by the time you reached your room. it was a warm environment, posters on the walls, stuffed animals on the bed. the bed he would love to fuck you in.

“s’cute” he complimented placing his bag down before he stretched out his lanky body on your bed.

his sweater slipped up a bit revealing his v line as well as his white happy trail. your breath hitched as your eyes trailed down the patch of hair before landing on the raging boner that he had. no way.

was he hard?

despite having past experience yourself, no one has ever made you finish.

gojo propped himself on both his arms. “let’s just review what I taught you at the beginning first to freshen up your memory.” you barely took in anything he said as you approached the bed as well sitting down next to him before you felt bold. you shifted sitting down on his lap instead.

satoru let out a gasp before moaning. his hands found your hips immediately. “fuck.. what are you-“ he was cut off by your subtle grinding.

“we shouldn’t..” your heart sank a bit. “you don’t want this..? I’m just trying to help you toru.”

“I know baby but I haven’t.. well I’m.. I’ve never done t-this before, god..” he mumbled embarrassed. oh so that’s what this is. he’s a virgin. “I don’t mind.. let me help you”

“please-“

“shh..” you tugged at his jeans bringing down to his knees. “You’ve never done this before?” you asked letting your acrylics tease him through his digimon boxers.

“no.. no please fuck..”

his cute whimpers went straight to your heat as you finally tugged down his boxers only to be met with the biggest cock you’ve seen. it slapped his stomach the second it was released. he was thick. the pretty pink tip was slowly turning an angry red color as he panted.

you wrapped your hand around him stroking up and down his base watching him twitch. while keeping eye contact, you let some spit fall down his cock making him moan as you used your drool as lube. his hips bucked up as he felt the warmth of your mouth around him.

“t-that’s it..”

for the first time, your lips met in a sweet and needy kiss, your hand still working wonders on him. he placed a shaking hand on your ass cupping it making sure not to break the heated kiss.

“can.. can you ride me?” the way he asked shyly made you want to ruin him even more. you nodded watching him pull off his sweater. now by all means you had zero clue that this man was built as if god made him with his own hands. you did the same, quickly undressing before he stopped you.

“please.. please keep the panties on”

“you like em?”

“fucking love them.”

after carefully placing a condom you found in your drawer on him, you guided his tip to grind just right against you. “lift up your hips a bit toru.. just move them.. back.. and forth.. good job love”

the praise didn’t help Gojos situation at all. “keep praising me..” at this point his glasses were all fogged up. your finger hooked into your panties slipping them to the side so you could slip his cock in.

“so big..” you cood

“oh god, you’re right.. fuckkk baby wait.. wait wait” he moaned filling up the room with lewd noises. the plap, plap, plap echoed. large hands found your waist helping you ride him at a quick pace.

“shit.. you’re better than I imagined.” he groaned out biting your neck sweetly. “you’ve imagined.. this? ngh!” you were surprised to see him pick up the pace. “all the time.”

gojo thought back to the website he visited frequently. his finger found your clit circling it before rubbing it repeatedly. you head fell on his shoulder as you began to shake from overstimulation. “Toru..!”

“this is where you’re weak, right? most girls have an orgasm immediately after teasing the clit”

“ngh.. nerd..!”

“so sensitive”

the raspiness in his voice was enough to make you finish. for the first time ever. gojos hips stuttered as he pulled out watching your juices spill out. he brought his fingers to his mouth tasting you. “you taste good babe”

panting, you removed the condom from his still hard length before slipping him back in.

he wasn’t even half way in before ropes of cum went inside you making gojo close his eyes letting tears of being overstimulated fall down his pretty flushed cheeks.

“be my girl..”

four things happened that day.

you came for the first time

you took away gojos virginity

you were both now dating

you didn’t study at all

but the cheat sheet did help you out a bit. after finishing up the last question, gojo walked over to the teachers desk placing it on top of it. he was the first one out of everyone to finish, like always. he looked up to where you were seated.

there you were, more focused than ever biting your nail as you answered the equations as if it was muscle memory. he was proud, smiling to himself before leaving the classroom.

toru ! [ 7: 45 AM ]

-results are in today 👀

you [ 7:46 AM]

-im nervous… i think i failed it bro im so scared toru

toru ! [ 7: 48 AM]

-I doubt that sweetheart

and he was right because the second you received back your paper with a beautiful 92% written on top of it you felt like you were in heaven. you ran towards gojo wrapping your arms around him excitedly.

“I did it! look!” you showed him your paper.

“told you. good job am proud of ya” he grinned as he once again felt his cock throb at the way you were squeezing him. “what’d you get?”

“100%”

“show off.”

he barked out a laugh before placing his hands on your hips. “we should celebrate.” he suggested. “with cake?” he hummed tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear before letting his thumb rub on your cheek affectionately. “sure pretty.”

[falling-star-cygnus]

Edwin might have Scary Dog Privileges but i think Charles would genuinely be crushed if he found out he was the scary dog -> it's also kinda funny that this dynamic switches once you get to know the two

[the four of them are chilling in the office, because Niko is alive and im not open to criticisms actually, thank you] [Charles had just shooed off a particularly nasty client- a nasty nasty client that resulted in the agency closing early. Or least going on break] [Edwin is on the couch, reading, while the other three are sitting on the floor playing cards] Crystal, tossing a blue 3 into a steadily growing pile: You know, it's so nice not having to deal with people like that anymore Charles, taking his turn: People like what? Crystal: You know- assholes like that guy. Who think they can be rude to service workers just because they're 'paying' [Niko nods emphatically as she debates on the best card, while Edwin doesn't even look away from his book] Edwin, briefly reaching down to squeeze his partner's shoulder: I can tell you Charles has never once let that kind of abhorrent behavior slide, especially not in this office. You needn't worry Niko, finally laying down a yellow three: That true, it's like having our own scary dog.. but instead of robbers, he scares off rude people. And spirits [Crystal snickers, her fingers primed to set down a yellow skip] Crystal: And Night Nurses. Charles, with the face of a people pleaser obviously about to crack: ...you guys think I'm scary? [Everybody freezes- Edwin on the couch, Crystal with her skip, and Niko with remaining two cards] [Edwin finally looks up from his book to glare incredulously at Crystal from over Charles' head. Crystal quickly chooses a new card] Crystal, shaking her head: ...no- No no, no no no.. it's a- it's a joke! [The game is quickly abandoned in favor of Niko and Crystal scooting closer on opposite sides of Charles- the latter holding her phone out with one of those 'reasons i feel safe walking alone' videos open and playing] [Edwin leans over Charles' head to watch too, his hand laying almost protectively on the other boy's shoulder]

[mangooes]

The Beast of Her Own

It was her movie.

Years ago, before her life as a corporate office worker by day, before she was married to one of the most dangerous yet annoyingly affectionate criminal lord mafia bosses—

She had been an actress. And in this particular film, she had starred as the enchanting Princess Belle.

The climax was approaching. Princess Belle leaned over the dying Beast, her eyes shimmering with love and desperation. Then, with a final act of devotion, she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the Beast’s lips, breaking the curse and transforming him into a prince.

Just as the romantic moment unfolded on-screen, a deep, velvety voice rumbled in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

“My, never knew my sweet wife could play a role."

She nearly jumped out of her skin. Whipping her head around, she found herself staring right into the intense, blood-red eyes of her husband, Sylus, who had been silently watching over her shoulder.

“SYLUS—oh my god, you scared me!” she shrieked, clutching her chest dramatically.

Sylus merely chuckled, his smirk growing wider. Before she could protest, he effortlessly scooped her up into his arms, lifting her as if she weighed nothing.

“Sylus—what the hell?! Put me down!” She gasped as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist to avoid falling.

“Not a chance,” he murmured, his grip tightening around her thighs. His crimson eyes flicked toward the TV where his wife, on-screen self had just kissed another man—even if it was just acting. His voice took on a dangerously teasing edge.

“So… kissing another man to save his life, huh? That’s quite the scene, kitten.”

She groaned, rolling her eyes. “Oh, come on, it was just a role—”

Sylus tsked, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. “Tsk, tsk. And here I thought I was the only beast you were meant to tame.”

She was about to retort, but the way his voice dipped into that deep, possessive growl sent warmth pooling in her stomach. Oh, he was jealous. And he was enjoying this way too much.

She decided to play along. Smirking, she tilted her head, fluttering her lashes. “Hmm, well, what can I say? I was quite the sought-after princess.”

Sylus’s grip on her tightened, and without another word, he walked toward the couch and plopped down with her still in his arms, trapping her against him.

“You know,” he murmured, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against her waist. “It’s only fair that I get my turn now. After all, if a kiss could save the Beast, I think I’m long overdue for one. Or else…”

“Or else what?” She challenged, raising a brow.

His smirk deepened. “Or else I might just die of jealousy.”

She let out a dramatic gasp. “Oh no! What a tragedy! The fearsome mafia boss of Onychinus, Sylus Qin… perishing from jealousy over a movie scene.” She placed a hand over her forehead. “How will the world recover?”

Sylus narrowed his eyes. “Kitten, are you really asking for it?”

And before she could escape, his lips captured hers in a kiss—slow, teasing, but firm enough to make her stomach flip. His hand slid up to cup the back of her head, pulling her deeper into it.

When he finally pulled away, his smirk was downright smug.

“There. Now you’ve officially saved me,” he mused.

(Name), slightly breathless, huffed and flicked his forehead. “Dramatic.”

“Isn’t that the main reason you married me years ago?”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small, amused smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, yeah.”

Sylus leaned back against the couch, his arms still securely wrapped around her. “We should watch more of your movies. I need to know if there are any other ‘tragic kisses’ I should be concerned about.”

She groaned. “Oh god, no. One jealous Sylus is enough.”

He simply chuckled, pressing another lazy kiss to her forehead.

She sighed, nuzzling into his chest.

Yeah… maybe having a possessive beast of her own wasn’t so bad after all.

- HEYY GUYSS IM BACKK WIHNEUHBEUYEYH i’ll try uploading once a day again but i can’t guarantee since my schedule is a bit hectic :”) this was from a request by an anon person! :”) hope u guys enjoy thus chapter and happy holidays!!

[ha1taniwh0re]

Who is she?

Sum: Rindou had his normal day at hide out when a mystery girl came into elevator

Warning:age gap(reader is 19, Rindou is 39), reader is Kakucho’s younger sister, teasing

It was just like any other day at Bonten’s hideout, Rindou came into elevator tired from all meetings he did for bonten, as doors were closing cute voice rang through

“WAIT!!”

he stopped door and saw a girl around 19 coming in. He looked at her up and down with his violet eyes . He looked at her beautiful long hair, than her big tirs that were covered by crop top, her beautiful cubby thighs and little skirt, knee socks, boots with heels, he teddy bear backpack. She screamed innocence.

“What floor, sweetheart?”

“6th please”

He nodded and pressed 6th floor. The first thoughts that run though his mind are that she's so young. so small and so damn beautiful. she's so different from him on all accounts, he's rough and she's soft..he's tall and she's small, just than he realized that sixed floor was only for Bonten’s high members

“What’s your business there?”

Girl turned to him and smiled.

“im going to my brother”

“Brother? Who might that be?”

As far as Rindou knew Ran and him along Takeomi nad Sanzu were only siblings that bonten high members had.

“Kakucho, im his younger sister. My name is [name]”

"ah.."

now it made sense why he's never seen her before. she's kakucho's younger sister, that makes sense on why she's so small and adorable.

"so why are you here?"

"Kakucho told me to come so he can give me money, for my birthday"

"oh..did he now?"

Rindou's mind is once again starting to think up all type of excuses to keep her around. she's so small, soft, sweet, and so damn easy on the eyes.

"and when is your birthday love?"

"Today, im 19 now"

"Happy birthday"

god the age gap is absolutely massive, but he doesn't care. seeing her look at him with that sweet smile of hers is only going to make him act on every dark thought that comes to mind

"Thanks"

[name] chuckled, hearing her little chuckle has his heart skipping a damn beat. how can someone like her be related to kakucho? he's a large and intimidating man who could tear someone apart with his teeth and here she is, looking like a small and beautiful doll. how can someone be adorable but terrifying at the same damn time?he glances up at the rapidly changing floor numbers before returning his full attention back to her. He wasn't sure how to continue this conversation but he knew one thing for sure, she will be his. his eyes rake over her little body, taking in every curve and detail she has to offer. he's never found anyone like her so captivating before, she's so damn adorable and soft and he can feel the need to protect her and claim her growing stronger with every passing second

"do you have boyfriend love?"

"no"

he can't help but flash a smirk. she's not attached to anyone and he can't help but feel thrilled that she isn't. he wants her to only have eyes for him and he wants to claim her before someone else does. his mind is spinning with the thoughts of owning her and protecting her

"good"

elevator opened and Ran, Rindou’s older brother, was there. [name] smiled

"Oh im getting off here. Byeee"

"Hii", she told Ran and went to Kakucho’s office

Ran came into elevator looking at his brother

rindou watched as she got off and walked down the hall to kakucho's office. his eyes followed her until she was out of sight before he turned his attention back to his brother. his expression is completely different now that she's out of eyesight. he looked almost cold and distant as he looks up at ran

"don't say a word.."

Ran chuckled and didn't even look at his dear brother

"Wasn't gonna"

with that elevator doors closed leaving two brothers there

[tabsters]

a compilation of reasons why till is 100% alive and definitely not dead

none of these theories are originally mine, I'm just compiling them all in one place to feed our delusions

please let me know about any more theories that I might have missed

here we go y'all!!!

psst @thegh0st-of-ingrid @hoisinblackcat @ventiilatte @starboy2461 @hyeesong @professionalwaterbender @yourlocalapplejuice @im-just-here-for-the-comics-r18 @iirexenii @probably-a-human-being

1 - Lovehate merch

probably the most blatant and obvious indicator as to why till's alive. in the other two lovehate merch items, the dead person is in black and white, while the alive person is in color.

thus implying that with ivantill, only Ivan is truly dead, and till is alive. he doesn't look too happy about it, but he is alive.

counterpoint to this point by @/mara9:

"I personally think the lovehate is only in relation (?) to their rounds together, it was just my first interpretation of them, could be totally wrong"

and while this could be true, luka and hyuna are not in the clothes they wore when hyuna died. luka is in his round 5 outfit, while hyuna is not in her uniform hoodie thing. therefore, the outfits have no relation to the symbolism. I think.

2 - Till's All-In cover art

till's art is the only piece of art to feature two different colors: red and green. (you could hypothetically count Ivan's art as having two different colors as well because of his red eyes but this art isn't officially released yet, so I won't count it)

it's extremely important to note that not only is the tape red (symbolizing till's blood), it's also directly over till's gunshot wound. this could imply a number of things, such as:

till's alive but his vocal cords are permanently injured

till was dead but comes back to life wrong

till somehow loses his sense of identity (because the tape is also directly over his name) and is technically "alive" but is no longer till

3 - Traces comic

all of the "dead" characters got comics after their death, depicting their dying thoughts.

sua where she talks to her older sister about how she found heaven in ANAKT:

Ivan talks about his selfish love towards till:

and hyuna talks about how luka was her one and only weakness:

but till doesn't get his own comic after his death. he gets a comic about his mother talking about till before he came to ANAKT.

considering this, we can conclude that till doesn't have any dying thoughts yet because he's not actually dead.

4 - Vision After art

again, this is part of a series with the other dead characters (excluding hyuna, because she wasn't dead at this point). with Ivan and sua, both of them are looking towards the camera, and their mirrors are typical mirrors, reflecting their images.

but till's mirror is different; it's a true mirror. what till sees in the mirror is exactly the same as what everyone else sees. he's turned away, and you can't see either till's faces.

while this presents less implications about his supposed death, it does separate him from Ivan and sua, who are already confirmed to be 100% dead.

I'm also unsure if this has been touched on, but I think that Ivan and sua looking towards the viewer could be indicative of them looking towards the person they sacrificed themselves for. what could this mean for till? it could be that till is looking towards himself because he was selfish in his "death". he wasn't sacrificing himself for anyone, he "died" when he was trying to reach for mizi.

this could be interpreted as a selfish act; he "died" to fulfill a desire that he had. he "died" for himself.

"died" being in quotation marks because, as previously stated, HE'S NOT ACTUALLY DEAD!!!

5 - Screenshots from the final round

many people have pointed out two things: till's heart rate monitor/mic thing is hanging out of his ear. this could mean that till's heart did not actually stop; his monitor merely got dislodged, making the aliens think his heart stopped. this also explains why till's picture flickers twice before going dark, as opposed to every other eliminated person's picture flickering once.

additionally, people have also pointed out that if till was really dead, his leg would not be up. his body would simply just go completely limp. this implies that there's still oxygen circulating through till's leg, thus implying that his leg is alive, thus implying that till is still alive.

6 - Screenshot from wiege:

this can probably be written off as more of a stylistic choice, but mizi's arms are completely covering till's face. we cannot tell what expression till's making, and therefore can't confirm for sure what he looks like and if he's actually dead.

7 - All the dead characters have bushy eyebrows

I think this one is self-explanatory.

Additional points by @/thegh0st-of-ingrid:

8 - His character treatment post-R7: apparently when asked about specific things about his character (mainly about his relationship with Ivan from his pov) Vivimeng didn't answer the questions. This to me could be proof that he's still alive since there are things yet to be reveald. And speaking of which...

9 - Narratively, the lack of his pov renders his (and partially Ivan's) storyline incomplete: his death hasn't a sense of finality bc he hasn't got a mini comic about that from his pov, and the lack of that pov itself (plus Vivimeng gatekeeping it) indicates that they're not done with the character

10 - Cross sybolism:

That may not that much of a concrete proof, but it could add to the forshadowing if he's reveald alive

(he'll arise 3 mvs after his death)

Additional point from @/probably-a-human-being:

11 - his hair thing is still pointing up. That's his antenna how could he be dead if his antenna is still up

edit: some more theories from another user that made a similar post not long after mine:

12 - This promotional art featuring all of the ALNST crew:

notice how only mizi is fully in color while sua, Ivan, and hyuna are completely in shades of blue. but it's important to note that both luka and till still retain their original colors as well as shades of blue. this could mean that luka and till die eventually, but not yet. and luka and till are right next to mizi, while hyuna and Ivan and sua are farther away.

13 - This coffin art

all of the confirmed dead people are at the top, with the people they sacrificed themselves for on the bottom. while this could just be defining who sacrificed themselves and who was saved in turn, it could also mean that TILL IS ALIVE!!!

14 - Snow White fanart

this was made before hyuna died and I think also before till died. all of these people are dead. notably absent is TILL!!!

[81pastrys]

hey, im the anon from the maxs daughters first period fic! i loved it. i was thinking maybe you could write about his toddler daughter being super fussy and whiny. maybe she misses her mommy and throws a couple tantrums, and she also might be about to turn sick so everything adds up and max tries to make her feel better. xoxo!

Not Today

Summary— Isa acts out for Max’s attention and she gets it, but he pushes a button and won’t let him calm her down

Warnings— sick toddler ; tantrums ; upset toddler

A/N— write that down ✍️

Dad Max List

Dividers @bernardsbendystraws

Max was usually good with Isa and when she was bad, giving her a gentle reprimand or tutting in disapproval. He was never too harsh on her, he found no reason to be harsh when she was just a kid learning about how everything works.

Today was just testing his patience. He kept his calm, taking a deep breath before telling Isa she shouldn’t do things or giving her a reason why what she did was wrong. When he noticed she was deliberately acting out, he had to up his strict demeanor.

“Isa, doll, are you ignoring me?” He asked, sitting her on the counter after she slammed the cabinet doors. She gave him a small whine. He had told her the first time that she could hurt her fingers, then reminded her again, and finally she looked him in the eyes while she slammed another. “Is slamming the cabinets fun?” He asked.

She shook her tiny head at him and he sighed. If she found no fun in doing it, why was she doing it? Especially after he told her not to and why she shouldn’t. “I want to get down.” She whined. He had her trapped to sit on the counter, his arms holding the granite on either side of her.

“Stop slamming my cabinets Isa.” He said firm, before picking her up from the counter. He watched as she did the same thing again. “What did I just say?” He asked. He was truly losing his temper, but he repeated in his head that she’s just a toddler and is probably just testing her limits.

His tone made her falter and throw herself on the floor. She started crying. Max immediately felt bad, picking her up from the floor and coddling her. She cried and cried, he didn’t mean to scare her, well he did. He didn’t mean to intimidate her into being upset. He rubbed her back and walked around the house with her as she calmed down.

“I’m sorry, doll.” He said to her when she was calm enough to look at him. “Papa just doesn’t want you to get hurt, and slamming cabinets can hurt you.” He explained his worries. When he put her back down she played with her toys, forgetting about the cabinets.

He played dollhouses and tea party with her. He noticed hours after her tantrum that her nose was still runny. He helped her clear her sinuses the best he could, but ultimately could tell she was getting sick. “This cup is for mama.” She said, placing a plastic pink teacup on her play table.

“But how is mama going to drink it if she isn’t here?” He asked her. That strikes a nerve in little Isa and she started crying again. Not just a normal cry, but a screaming cry. He tried to pick her up but she screamed a firm no at him and he was not going to push her buttons more than he already had.

“I want mama!” She sobbed uncontrollably for over an hour for her mum. Isa not allowing Max to comfort her in any way. If he tried to touch her she’d flinch away, if he tried talking she’d scream over him. He sighed and sat on the couch, maybe she would come to him.

He hadn’t realized she stopped crying for a few minutes, he hadn’t seen her walk past either. He got up to check on her and she wasn’t in her playroom. “Isa?” He questioned. He knew all the doors to outside were locked, so there isn’t a worry there.

He checked her room and she wasn’t there. He went into any other room she could possibly be, leaving the best for last: his room. There she was, cuddled into his pillow and sheets comfortably. His tense body relaxed at the sight. He walked to the bedside and caressed her hair lovingly.

“Doll are you alright?” He was crouched to be eye level. She fluttered her eyes open and rubbed her runny nose dry before turning to face away from him. “I’m going to get you some medicine to make you feel better okay?” He cooed.

He left his door opened while he returned to the kitchen to grab the correct dosage of cold medicine. She entered the kitchen with her blanket in hand, watching Max pour the purple liquid into a medicine cup. Max noticed her and she looked up at him, her eyes still teary and her face red.

“Here, this’ll make you feel better.” He said helping her take the medicine, and handing her a juice box after to wash the taste away. He picked her up without any protest and returned to his room with her. He sat with her on his chest and she fell asleep quite quickly. He rubbed her back and played with her hair aimlessly as he scrolled on his phone.

The requested one shots will be out tomorrow!!

@il0vereadingstuff @angelluv16 @pandabiiissh @kallanfiona @itznotsophia @chertik-007vvv

[yayasvalveplay]

Megatron would definitely have a private breakdown in im an autobot about all the times he tried to kill Orion, Oppy finds him & tries to offer some comfort but Megatron just keeps arguing that he should have known, it's so obvious now, he still has all the same little quirks

& Oppy argues there's no way he'd be able to notice those during a battle & that he was grieving, if anything he should have remembered when he saw Megatron, no before that when he used to dig through the archives to find old war footage of Megs, which is when said bot interrupts him with a joke about how nothings changed about Orion not being able to keep his eyes off Meg's frame, & that Orion shouldn't blame himself because he was shadowplayed he wouldn't have any memories to recall even if his unchanging tastes lead him to falling in love all over again

Which is when Oppy is like 🥺👉👈 actually, i kinda had a ton of wet dreams that i now realise might have been memories i only recognised it was you in them after they showed us some examples of deception propaganda in the academy training, i was digging through the archive for jerk off material probably was too horny to notice how poorly doctored half of the primary sources i read were

We could make this more evil tho, why would the council go to the trouble of doing all that to Orion when they could have just made an example executing him or fake his murder by a warframe etc well they find out the first time they interface, Oppy has been implanted with a honeypot sleeper virus set to transfer & activate slave coding in them both

It's terrifying to suddenly no longer have control over their frames, at least they can communicate through their new spark bond

Someone goes to check up on them the next day only to find they've taken Drift's ship & are heading to a rendezvous with UM who makes some comment about how you can't edit the slut out of someone's base coding it seems

I love the first half of this.

The second part I'm not so sure about. I think they were way too confident in their shadow play to think Orion needed slave coding.

Ultra Magnus: "It's not like he'll ever be on the field."

Ultra magnus was going to make sure of that, weather that be courting Optimus himself,making him his secretary, or throwing him somewhere else where he'd never be able to see the war zone.

Archa 7 took those options and threw it out the window. But it still got him off the field never seeing a decepticon warship.

What do you mean you found the allspark and a decepticon warship is after you?

[turtwisp]

oooh this is fun!!

1. since 2021 or so!

2. i got alpha sapphire as a birthday gift and started really liking archie. over time i started to like maxie more, and on art hunts online i found ship art of the two, and its been downhill (/pos) ever since. i'm back to liking archie more now though LOL

3. i have! i think some people might know me from writing "alpha" on ao3 .. and if you do, i am so sorry to break the news that that fic will never get updated (´ε ｀　)

4. i prefer their newer ones, but i think there's enough of a difference between their rse and oras portrayals, both character wise and design wise that they could even constitute as their own separate characters.

5. OUGHHH. my backstory for them is a whole amalgamation of fics ive read over the years, but I like to think they were both on the hoenn branch of team rocket and met that way. then as the years went on and their ideologies shifted, they grew apart and became enemies.

6. when i write, it's usually through a timeskip, so i typically have them in their late 40s. i see them as early/mid 30s in oras.

7. honestly, no. i don't think their teams fit. my thoughts on maxies team are a little less concrete, but this is what ive settled with for now.

i like to think archie also has a swampert and an azumarill, as well as a surskit he hasn't officially caught, but sticks around nonetheless, as a reference to the manga.

maxies, like i said, im a little less certain on, but that's just because i haven't written him in a long time and don't have a team ive fully settled on outside of his canon one!

8. tbh.. no. but i think that's mostly because i don't "thirst" for either of them, so to speak. i think i would rather archie be my dad than anything.

9. i don't! not yet anyway. i tried designing my own ages ago, but was never satisfied with how they turned out, so i scrapped them. maybe one day i'll have merch in my home..

10. Archie, and it's not even close. i love maxie, but as a big fan of pirates and sea shanties and in general things that are nautical, archie has my heart.

I feel kinship towards the Hardenshipping community, we're all 20something year olds who love old men for some reason. So here's a little questionnaire about the ship :] feel free to reblog w your answers, use this as interaction and let your followers pick a number that u have to answer or whatnot!

1 . Since when do you like Hardenshipping?

2 . Why or How did you start liking the ship, if you remember?

3 . Have you ever drawn or written anything related to the ship?

4 . Do you prefer Maxie and Archie's old or new designs? Why?

5 . What do you think is their backstory? Do you have HCs on how they met/how their relationship used to be?

6 . What are your age HCs for Maxie and Archie?

7 . Build a team for either of them, or both; do you think the teams they have in-game fit them or not?

8 . Would you be in a relationship with either of them?

9 . Do you own any Hardenshipping merch or even just merch of either of the two?

10 . Who do you prefer? Maxie or Archie?

:]]

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I'm trying to prepare answers for a self-tape for an application to Trans Lifeline and in the midst of it I just made myself emotional with a tangent about why I'm actually passionate about the opportunity.

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post

[gomzdrawfr]

Dissociated and we got a whole canvas of my fav

[deer-prongs]

reg, you willingly drank poison. What did you think was going to happen? The two options are death or infirmary. Any im really glad i found you on time, but i might not text time. Think about that. I don’t know what your trying to do, but you have to stop.

Potter, did you take me to the hospital wing?

@deer-prongs

[inkskinned]

crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

[smrtnik07]

shirooooooo....

[ghouljams]

König hunting down the sniper that shot him only to realize you'd be prettier mounted on his cock than mounted on his wall