#let us enjoy our man

[stanpineskisser]

Loving Stan Pines is so much fun when there’s not a little guy in ur ear telling u why you shouldn’t love him

[monotone-artist]

hello um. explodes into a million pieces

[id: two digital art pieces of characters from horizon: forbidden west. the first image has three different drawings featuring aloy, seyka, and beta. aloy is in the oseram artificer outfit with leather armor, bracers, and a leather crop top vest with red cloth; beta is in the nora huntress outfit, with a leather tunic and a light blue bandana around her neck; and seyka is in her usual outfit with a white-and-gray fabric armor and a pink-and-gray scarf. the backgrounds in these pieces are a textured light pink.

the first drawing is an upper body shot of aloy and beta, who are side-by-side, each with an arm slung over the other's shoulder, the sides of their heads touching. aloy has her other hand on her hip and is smiling at beta, though she also looks slightly concerned. beta is ducking her head slightly, her other arm curled into herself as she also smiles, albeit a little anxiously.

the second drawing is of aloy and seyka. aloy is sitting down, her legs outstretched while seyka is laying back against her chest. seyka has an interface open in front of her that she's curiously navigating through, her tongue sticking out. aloy is peering down at her and smiling. they're both slightly blushing.

the final drawing is an upper body shot of aloy and seyka. seyka is grabbing aloy by the shoulders and frantically shaking her, gasping in amazement, her eyes sparkling. aloy looks pretty startled but otherwise isn't fighting against it.

the second image is of a sunwing, a pterosaur-like robot. she is standing, lifting one wing to preen at it. she is simply colored a slightly darker shade than the background. the text reads, "Sunny the Sunwing <3" end id]

[mantisgodsdomain]

Lioden Dot Com is designed to accommodate for your wildest masculine dreams and fantasies. The lion, the single male in a pride of females, the "alpha", if you will, dominant over the females and ghiue fbbfdjjdf eurehtret

lioden is a fun game because it has fun lions and sometimes some of them do shit like beating you up when you click on their profile page and we think that's cool and that more games should do that

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Our Benefactors: Entanglement

After failing to meet the expectations of her employers, G-man receives an unexpected visit from them.

Word count: 2173

Notes: In a way, this is practice for writing Gman dialogue, but also I was inspired to write more for this au in general. I'm pretty proud of it so I hope you guys like it-

The droning sounds of the machinery outside of the cell was near maddening, with the monotonous and repetitive groans of the Vault’s interior drilling themselves into her skull. The loud shots of neon-green electricity that struck the outermost layer of the Vault’s prison rang out like gunshots, though the prisoner inside did not once flinch to the sounds, no matter how abrupt they appeared to be. The sounds simply became nothing but background noise to her own head, tuning out the Combine’s magnum-opus in favor of her own thoughts. Where she stood, within one of the few rooms that were trapped in the cell along with her, she simply stared towards the window before her, not necessarily through it, but rather looking inwards. She observed her own reflection, seeing the face she had chosen many years before that moment, along with the snow-white sweater she wore; chosen in favor of the suit she was given.

The occasional tapping of her dress shoe clad foot and her quiet humming were all she chose to hear among the sounds around her; remaining in her own isolation, waiting for her to sense the presence of her next business interest. Although her patience was to be admired, considering the lack of importance time holds in her line of work, she couldn’t help but notice a hollow feeling inside, along with a fog of the mind she had not encountered before. Nevertheless, she waited, standing in the middle of the room she inhabited, with nothing but herself to keep company. Until, that is, she noticed a familiar presence make itself known within her mind.

As if it was nothing more than a slight tug on her subconscious, it lingered, causing her to let out a soft sigh; Despite it not being the presence she had hoped for, it was one she had no choice but to listen to regardless. She leaned over, gently grasping the handle of the black leather briefcase that was resting beside her leg before standing up straight, adjusting the collar of her sweater and checking to make sure her earrings were in place. She closed her eyes, listening as the groans of metal machinery slowly faded into oblivion, all before she spoke; a stifled, gritty voice that came from her throat.

“You have arrived…earlier than I anticipated.”

When her eyelids flipped open, she found herself within an inky-black void rather than the shattered remains of the apartment room she was in only seconds earlier. Fragments of light flew by, always out of reach, yet seeming so close. She stared forward into the darkness, not seeing anyone, or anything, but as if in a sixth sense, she could feel non-existent eyes staring back at her. The flickered lights in front of her began to wane, being obscured by a formless mass, looking similar to a column of smoke. She waited for an answer to her observation, and after a few moments, one returned. The presence spoke in countless voices, dissonant and indecipherable; however, she understood each and every word spoken to her.

“You are still trapped within those walls.”

“Walls mean…nothing, in this work,” The Convict said in response, “I feel…confident, that things will…sort out, as soon as the…well…replacement, arrives.”

“You seem so sure that your investment will pay off.”

“Have I not told you that…things are under my control?” She questioned.

“We do not believe that they are,” The Employers echoed back, with an air of contempt that did not go over Her head, “That is why we have decided to speak to you today.”

She simply raised an eyebrow slightly as her Employers continued.

“So far, we have not been given a reason to believe your planning will result in anything beneficial for the Organization.”

“Things are, admittedly, going poorly. Something this…unprecedented, will absolutely result in some more…haphazard planning, on my end,” The Convict explained as she stared towards the black void in front of her. “However, I have already made my investments very clear in how they will have good returns. Especially in the…coming days, hm?”

“The investments you feel so confidently about are the very same as the investments that have led to your own entrapment,” The sound of the Employers hivemind were grating on her ears, as if they wanted every word to hurt, “If you had followed the directions your Employers had provided for you, none of these unpredicted events would have happened.”

“Now, I understand that this was a…major change in the state of this timeline that had…somehow, gone under our radar until it was already irreversible,” The woman’s eyes reflected a pale blue hue, the flicker of their light only barely showing her growing irritation, “However, I am sure you are aware that I have located a more suitable…replacement…for Mister Freeman.”

“So far, Alyx Vance has failed to prove her worth despite your propositions,” The Employers’ response made a near sour expression appear on Her face, “We have been given no reason to believe she ever will.”

“She will become of use when the time is right for her,” The Convict stood up straighter, unknowingly tightening her grasp on her suitcase as her unused hand gestured with every statement she made, “When that will occur is…unknown. However, I have already foreseen her arrival, along with her agreement to the…deal.”

“You admit to being clueless to when your own plan will come to fruition.”

“You can see it as well, I presume,” She said, “So, I must inquire, why do you assume what I am doing is…incorrect?”

“You fail to understand the simple facts of your situation,” Despite having no eyes she could see, it felt as though they were staring straight through her disguise and into the very essence of her being, “You are trapped. You had chosen to be imprisoned by your opposition–”

“In order to lead Miss Vance to her goals,” Her inflection soured, and her words cut off the statement her Employers were making, “I have already created a plan that will…lead us, to the goals that we had decided on since…even before Mister Freeman had started working with us. It only requires more time–” “Alyx Vance has no desire to heed your call.”

The statement felt targeted in a way She couldn’t identify.

“You depend too much on Alyx Vance to rescue you from the shackles you had put yourself in,” The Employers continued, “You fail to consider human error in your calculations. You are waiting for nothing.”

“She will have to,” The Prisoner responded, her eyes glowing and her tone lowered, “If she wishes to succeed in her desire to…remove the grasp of the empire on her species, she will have to–”

“How long has it been since you have been placed within your cell?”

The Convict hesitated, looking away for a single second before answering, “Two months. Give or take.”

“If she has not arrived within that span of time, what makes you believe she wishes to arrive in the future?” The Employers questioned, their presence feeling more overbearing in Her mind than they have before, “You mean nothing to her. To humanity, you do not even exist. To the Combine, you are nothing but a liability. To the Organization, you are nothing but an embarrassment.”

The Convict remained quiet despite her slightly open mouth, wishing to say something, though the fog in her mind rendered her incapable of forming the words. After a few moments however, the fog cleared just enough to let her speak.

“Embarrassment?” She questioned, “I have given so much to this cause; I had even started the chain of reactions necessary for our goals. The incident at Black Mesa was…my idea, yet you call me an embarrassment?”

“You have failed to foresee and thereby prevent the occurrence of Gordon Freeman being hijacked by the opposition,” The Employers voices lowered, “Due to this, he is incapable of completing the tasks laid before him. Currently, his work remains only half finished, with what was done being unraveled as we speak.”

The Convict’s confusion over why she was incapable of thinking of a response was interrupted by the Employer’s speaking yet again.

“Due to your neglect, irresponsibility, and recklessness in regards to your own actions,” The employers stated in unison, “We have made the decision to relieve you of your duty. Effective immediately.”

The words were as impactful as a stake through her false skin. She stared into the formless mass before her, face molded into a look of confusion and disbelief before the words finally pushed past her throat and out her lips; “You…you can’t be serious about this; I still have so much I need to do to possibly–”

“Please forfeit the briefcase provided to you, along with any and all privileges given by the Organization.” 

She looked down at her briefcase, staring at it for a moment as her grasp on it tightened. “This is unacceptable.” She stated, her voice quiet yet furious. “Your actions were unacceptable,” The employers continued to stare at the small entity before them, “Consequences such as the ones you had inadvertently caused will not go unpunished. Due to your ignorance, recklessness, and inability to perform your duties, you, along with the timeline you were chosen to look over, will be deemed ‘unimportant’, and will no longer be a priority to the Organization.”

Before she could respond, she felt an invisible force tug on her briefcase, yanking it out of her hand and causing it to fall to the ground, dragged into the darkness until it was out of sight.

“You have been relieved of your duties,” The Employers stated, “We will not use any form of intervention on your behalf. You will now remain in the cell you had trapped yourself in until you witness the death of this universe.”

The convict stepped forward, hands shaking and expression furious. “I have a plan; One that will revert the timeline back to its previous…more desirable state.” She raised her voice, speech stifled despite how hard she was trying to get the message across, as if her own mind was preventing her from making her case, “You refuse to even give me a chance to rectify the issues we–?”

“We have provided the benefit of the doubt to you and your investments multiple times in the past,” The Employers spoke back, their voice loud in her mind, “We have come to the  conclusion that you are not worth the liability and disappointment. We apologize for what may seem to you, an inconvenience. However it is what is best for the future of our Organization. Goodbye. We do not plan to speak with you in the future.”

“What…?” As she stood in shock, she felt herself being pulled back, all while a rectangular doorway appeared behind her, its white light reflecting off of her back. She reached forward with one arm, as if she could still reach her employers, all while she felt invisible arms grasping her limbs, stronger than she was, dragging her towards the doorway. “You can’t leave me here; don’t leave me alone here!  You can’t DO this I–DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!”

Before she could even process the change in environment, she looked around, the sound of the Vault’s machinery once again flooding her mind as she found herself back within the cell’s broken and warped walls. She remained still, stuck in a sense of shock before she slowly lowered her arm back to her side. Her wide eyes stared at the floor in front of her feet,all while she felt a dull pain inside her head that she had never experienced before. Pain itself was alien to her, yet now it felt as though a part of her own subconscious was forcefully removed. A hollow emptiness had settled within her consciousness, as if a large portion of herself had simply vanished.  It was silent; not outside her mind, but rather within it. The voices of her Employers were nowhere to be heard. For what felt like the first time in her existence, she was alone in her own head. 

Underneath the fury she felt towards her abandonment, a new, unfamiliar feeling arose within herself, locating itself within her chest cavity. She felt weak, locating a nearby armchair before stumbling towards it, sitting upon it with a blank look in her eyes. She stared forward, supporting her head with one of her trembling hands as she thought to herself, though no meaningful thoughts came from the scrambled mess that was her own mind. 

She was alone, though it didn’t feel comforting. The Isolation was beginning to weigh heavier than she had anticipated it would. She couldn’t stay there; she refused to be a prisoner of the Combine forever. However, her employers were right; She truly had no idea when, or if, she would be rescued. Patience meant nothing anymore, because now, she had to sit through the time she had often glossed over in the past.

She was a god ensnared within the belly of the beast.

[seaweedstarshine]

RIP Krakoa 🌹 I can’t lie I’ve been kinda behind since midway through Fall of X I’m gonna catch up before my first SDCC this summer but I hear Vulcan didn’t see much action anyway. Anyway my hand slipped and I found myself looking into the eyes of my canonically psychotic son the best Summers brother who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life, (he’s done lotsa wrong things but I love him more for it)

[oddberryshortcake]

I want the twst main story animated so badly but shudder in fear at the possibility of twst becoming mainstream

I don’t think anyone outside of this niche group has enough reading comprehension for this honestly really great take on disney fairytales and trauma

[moongothic]

Lotta people wondering if there is correlation between "Haki can reverse DF status effects" and "Croc never used Haki" (-> "he can't use Haki lest it detranses him"), and while plausible

I do want to ask, do y'all think Haki could reverse what Shinobu did to Momonosuke? No, this is related I swear

Like my logic is that there's generally speaking two types of Devil Fruit abilities

there's ones that create "temporary status effects" onto others, either wearing off with time or if the user passes out/dies/undoes the ability (Foxy, Sugar, Bonney etc)

ones that change you permanently and won't become undone even if the user died (though some may still be reversible by the original user) (Hancock, Shinobu etc)

And as we know, Haki can reverse those temporary status effects, as we see Law do with the Sickness Doc Q inflicted on him and his crew, right

So the question is, while Haki can reverse the temporary changes, can it also break through those (mostly) irreversible changes? Do you think Momonosuke could reverse Shinobu's Ripening ability and deage himself if he mastered his Haki?

Because I feel like, if not, Crocodile could totally use Haki (if he can in the first place) without it undoing Iva-chan's HRT, because Iva-chan's HRT is supposed to be permanent, it doesn't wear off, the only way to reverse it is supposed to be by Iva-chan's own hands

But if Momonosuke could deage himself again by mastering his Haki, then I feel like Crocodile could indeed be in trouble

[onboardsorasora]

Oscar fans, please take your hate up with the papaya team.

In 2022 we were INUNDATED with papaya Danny content for the whole week up to and after the Aus gp.

Don't be mad at us that shtclaren aren't dragging cameras into Oscar's Nonna's house interviewing her about how sweet a kid he was while feeding everyone gnocchi and wine.

They have a driver who lives in driving distance of the track and they're showing us a half dead wind tunnel instead.

Stay mad that the energy drink marketing company that happens to own a championship winning F1 team are marketing their Aussie.

[ur-friendly-nbhd-cardassian]

Hey folks who go "This character wouldn't go for this gender"...

We get it. You're a certain way and so you tend to see the world through your own personalised filter. So do I and everyone else, though. Are we not valid?

And sure, no one is forcing you to consume content that makes you uncomfortable. You can avert your eyes any time, as long as you try to be tactful about it and not hurt anyone.

But just for once I'd like to see a "I'm [a certain way] and I don't hate on people who have it different" post instead. Just like I'm figting my own decades long programming by exposing myself to pretty pictures and stories whenever the two people/characters make sense to me, you might wanna do that with whatever makes you uncomfortable for whatever reason.

You know why? Because you're kinda being just like the people who say these things about your deal. The very people you might've been hurt by your whole life. And I don't feel like you mean to send this sort of signal (I hope you don't).

It doesn't feel nice having to read these comments. It doesn't feel nice having your choice devaluated, for any reason. Maybe consider that the next time you feel like dropping a post.

[creatively-cosmic]

im eating your interpretation of boss cacao /silly /pos

gehehe.. thank youu

[redstrewn]

Thinking abt vere.......what is going on in his head. He's so selfish but he holds a soft spot for Ais. What is going on in his heart. I want to know

[theood]

This'll make 0 sense bc it's about a post in my queue that'll post in 5739479484 days but. Even if I got a roommate with how I'm working none of my paycheck would even get to be used for anything but rent. I haven't been applying to full-time jobs bc my energy has been gone and I can't see myself doing a full 8 hours for a week every day of the month with maybe a day off. And with my issues with standing recently and how bone tired I get, I wouldn't be able to actually PAY half of rent. Not if I wanted groceries you know? I could probably do utilities monthly, or pay our internet, etc. But like. No one's gonna agree to paying the 1,250 dollar rent all by themselves while I pay for food and utilities because I'm not Helping The Household, not contributing. And it sucks. Because I'd like to move out. I really really really would like to start my life and maybe experience what everyone else gets too

[saltynsassy31]

Okay, @corn418 you cannot keep doing this to me, giving me gifts left and right! Well, guess what? I have a gift for YOU! Yeah! That's right!

I had another longer thing planned out but I realise I won't be able to get to it until July, so I thought of the next best thing! Fanfic with our ocs!

Specifically Orca and Painter ùwú

It's very short! I know! But I am still slowly getting out of writers block XD I'll try and do more in the future!

The oc mentioned, Patch, belongs to @mossy-fruit

Genre- fluff (? I'm honestly not sure, it's just sweet XD)

Another day, another shift, an especially difficult one at that, even Orca had been struggling with this rotation and its awful weapons. If he had known it that it would be this bad, he would have sneaked in a couple weapons given by Patch.

This is why he always checks the schedules and manuals, Zefron always got on his case about it and to just "let it go" and "chilax, you always do fine regardless", he shouldn't have listened to that balloon head!

No matter, he'd just have to get through this until the shift is over, it couldn't go that badly, right?

Orca stared blankly at his status, Professional +1.

"Hey dude, it's not that bad, you've demoted yourself to +1 plenty of times to help me out! You can just quickly go back to Eggsecutive no problem!" Zefron tried to reassure his friend, wrapping an arm around his shorter companion's shoulders.

"Yes Zefron, but the key difference is that I demoted myself." He said, venom spilling from his tongue, making the taller slightly flinch. "I've screwed up so many times I didn't even have to demote myself!"

"Eesh dude, maybe you need to lay off from work for a while, cool down for a little until the next rotation, it's not the end of the world if you just stopped."

Orca huffed as he rolled his eyes, crossing his arm frustratedly. "Zefron, please, you know as well as I do I can't just stop working here."

"Dude, I'm not telling you to stop, I'm just sayin', maybe the reason you've been sucking so hard is because you've let your frustrations cloud you, and doing more shifts won't calm you down." Zefron shrugged as he slowly unwrapped his arms from Orca.

"Ugh, whatever. I'm just going to reread the manual, maybe if I refresh my memory I'll do better next round."

Zefron just let out a defeated grown, this guy was impossible. "I don't get why you're so obsessed with that manual, you've read it like, a thousand times already."

"34 to be exact, and maybe if you actually read it, you wouldn't be needing my help to stay as eggsecutive." Orca countered, much to his friends frustration.

As Orca went over to grab the employee handbook, he quickly noticed its absence. That was strange, no one ever reviewed the manual, as far as he knew he was the only "lunatic" that read that thing. "What? Where did it go?"

Zefron walked up behind Orca, sipping at his juice box. "What? The manual? I don't know, no one touches it, you sure you didn't misplace it?"

"That's what I thought! And I am confident I left it here last time! I never put anything out of its place!" Orca said, getting slightly exasperated, he didn't even own the thing! He was going to get in so much trouble if he lost that handbook!

Zefton continued to sip at his juice as he looked around, spotting a certain octoling at the employee's desk having her lunch with a very familiar looking book.

"Maybe you placed it in that girl's hand."

"What!?" Orca quickly lifted his head to where Zefron was pointing at, the sanatised octoling was practically fuming at this revelation, everybody knows he's the one that likes to read that!

"Chill buddy, as you said, maybe if we read that thing more, we'd be better at this job, right?" Zefron gave Orca a shit eating grin that only made him even more furious, how could he throw his own words against him!

Maybe it was the stress of that day, maybe he was finally reaching his limit, he didn't know, all he knew was that he was stomping over to that girl without a second thought, much to his friend's concern.

This wasn't like him, he was usually calmer than this and would avoid confrontations at any given chance, but this had been his final straw that day and he was about to blow up, this innate need to follow a pattern, a rule set up only in his head, that going against it felt wrong.

He tapped angrily at the girl's shoulder as he cleared his throat. "Ahem, excuse me."

She turned around only to be faced by the face of a very angry Orca, his scowl only making his pale features and dark green eyes be even more prominent. The octoling cowered beneath him, almost choking at her food.

"Y-yes? How m-may I help you?" Shw stuttered out nervously, internally begging he didn't kill her right there and then, she wasn't stupid, she knew who he was, she had heard the rumours.

"The employees hand book, I was gonna read that."

"Haha, right, right yes, my apologies, I just didn't expect you'd be back so soon." She said, quickly giving the book back. "I just thought I'd freshen up my memory a bit."

At that, all his blinding anger seemed to evaporate as he realised how terrifying he probably looked, embetresment quickly settled in, a bright green spreading across his face as he fumbled for words. "Oh, um, actually....never mind, you can keep reading it, my apologies, I just didn't think anyone else here read that thing."

"Oh, well, me neither honestly." She chuckled lightly as she cautiously took the book back from his hands. "But I always felt like it didn't hurt to refresh your memory a bit, ya know? And not many even read through all this to begin with."

"I know! I mean, is it that hard to read a couple pages just to get start? More than half of the newbies I train don't even know what they're getting into and try to wing it!"

The girl laughed at the other’s complains. "Tell me about it....do you, want to read it with me?"

Thay had gotten Orca off-guard for a moment. "Huh?"

She sputtered a little, looking away slightly nervously. "I mean, well, you said you also wanted to read it and I don't want to keep hogging the book all to myself so....? What do you say?"

He was stunned for a moment, not even sure what to say, he'd love to! No one had ever just sat down and read the employees hand book before! At least, not without passing out in the first page of it. A part of him bubbled with excitement but he quickly shot that down, he couldn't let himself fall for this so easily, but it wouldn't hurt to talk to someone new for once, right? Someone who had a similar interest as him.

Don't get him wrong, he appreciates Zefron and his friends, but they could be....a little bit too much sometimes.

Speaking of which, he turned to look behind him where he had last left the beanstalk of an inkling only to that he was....missing.

`Dang it, that bastard, he saw his chance to run off and leave me alone with her! I should have guessed he would have done something like this!`

"So, would you like to or not?" The octoling girl asked once again, waving the book slightly up in the air.

He sighs in defeat, it's not like he had anything better to do, not with Zefron booked for the afternoon. So he shrugged and nodded. "Sure, why not." He pulled a folded chair from the corner and moved to be sitting next to hers, having his front facing the back as he crossed his arms over the backrest of the chair and rested his chin over it.

"I'm Painter, by the way."

"I'm, uh....Orca."

She smiled. "Nice to meet you Orca."

The short octoling couldn't help but smile back at her. "Nice to meet you too."

~☆~

Okay so I had written a whole other version but I realised it didn't portrayed what I wanted but I liked it too much to just delete it all, so here, have a bonus part of what could have been:

"What do you suppose I do then? You're busy this afternoon, I don't have anything else to do..." Orca admitted, slightly embarrassed.

"Well, what about that book you wanted to read last week?"

"I already finished it."

"Oh."

Zefron looked around, taking a sip from his juice box as he placed a hand inside the pocket of his pants until his eyes landed on a particular octoling that was seeting at the ugliest looking folding desk and chair eating her lunch. "Hey, that girl, I've seen her around from time to time."

Orca didn't like where this was going. "Okay, and?"

"I never see her with anybody, and I haven't seen her in turf either, what I have seen her doing is reading that dang manual you always glued your eyes in for reason."

"Maybe if you took a minute to ready any of them you'd stop loosing your rank so often." Orca shot back, but Zefron ignored the jab at his skills or it just flew right over his head.

"I've never seen her in eggsecutive either, maybe you can help her out."

Orca knew this is where he was going with this, but he still felt shocked his friend even thought of such a suggestion.

"Zefron! You know I can't!"

"You can't, or you won't?" The inkling said, giving his shorter friend the biggest side eye as he took a slow sip of his juice box.

"Wh--"

"It's just a suggestion, dude, you need to branch out a little more, besides, you've always volunteered to train newcomers, what's so wrong with helping someone?"

"What if I scare her off with, well, all this!" He motioned at his whole self frustratingly. Zefron's gaze softened, he moved to place a reassuring hand over his shoulder. "Neaty, my dude, you can't keep letting that hold you back, besides, most people here have seen far worse looking things, you actually look pretty awesome with those creepy looking eyes."

[bruh-anator3000]

Actually, I'm not sorry for being obsessed with my shows. I've been having to clarify to so many people that I can't just 'watch' a show/movie etc, because I become consumed with it. But ykw? Wtf is this binge consuming you're all doing? Bouncing from one show to the next, only staying when it's popular for a month and moving on? Excuse me? What happened to indulgence? To breaking down every part of the media so you can see every side and admire each part that was written to fulfill your tv screen?

No, go ahead, keep mass consuming things in short amounts of time so that our next generation of movies will just be quick cash grabs with the Minions or Kung Fu Panda 8. No, go ahead and reward the high ranking film directors that probably impact your life with their wealth by letting them plop the same 3d animated figure into a nonsensical, generic plot for $15 a ticket. Go ahead, continue to mass consume everything like you do with clothing. Continue to support unethical creation processes without ever actually enjoying what you've watched or worn.

Just stay the fuck away from me.

[chuluoyi]

✎ all of me

- gojo satoru x reader

you understand that some things in marriage just needs compromise. and he soon understands too, when you're at your most vulnerable and he fails to be by your side when you need him the most

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship (you're married & have a son!) argument, feral gojo, mentions of injury & blood, fluff

note: if it isn't obvious by now i'm in the mood of angst-hurt/comfort this week HEHE :)) this is longer than the usual love entry, so i hope you'll enjoy it!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

Bantering with your husband is not uncommon―in fact, it happens on daily basis.

"Satoru― I'm talking to you!"

But having serious arguments with him is another matter entirely.

Your fists tightening at your sides, facing his unamused expression. How insufferable is he? You told him that everyday, but right now, he's truly surpassed previous levels of infuriating behavior.

"And I can hear you, sweetheart," he retorted, casting a glance your way. The term of endearment he used for you sounding almost like a sneer to your ears and you felt offended.

"I don't think you're taking this seriously," you griped, trying to calm your emotions, still balling your hands. "Someone is following our son on his way back from school―how can you be this... flippant?!"

Numerous photograph of your son exiting the school building from different angles had arrived in your mailbox, and if it wasn't a creepy warning from those who placed a target on his back, then you didn't know what it was.

Satoru let out an exasperated grunt. "I'm telling you, I'll pick him up for the rest of the week. No one will lay a hand on him."

You gritted your teeth. "And I'm telling you, they're trying to make you do just that. Even morons know not to mess with you― they're leaving hints, and you're taking the bait!"

Contrary to what you believed, Satoru felt just as worried as you upon knowing that someone might have marked his precious son, who was now six years old and had recently started attending preschool.

But this is where your approaches differ. You are always the cautious one, overanalyzing each detail, while he leans towards being impulsive, often resorting to brute force.

"Who do you think can stand a chance against me?" Satoru challenged with a real sneer this time. "Remember my words, wife, no one is going to hurt me, you or our baby. I'll end them where they stand."

"That's not the point!" you threw your hands in the air, irate. "Satoru, they're going to take advantage of―"

"Look, I don't want to argue with you." Satoru's gaze was hard on you, his tone clipped, and it made you stiffen. "His safety comes first— and you, of all people, should know I'd never let anything happen to him. You need to quit nitpicking and have a little faith in me."

"I know you are more than capable, but you are not―!"

And then he said it, and his words piercing through you like a knife―

"Don't compare me to you," your husband remarked a little too coldly. "I can do things you can't. Just rest your pretty head, I'll take care of the rest."

Nevermind that he blatantly dismissed your skills as a jujutsu sorcerer, nevermind that he totally didn't listen to you at all―he just went and made himself look like some sort unparalleled god, forgetting how much his hubris could actually take him.

And all these thoughts only made you angrier.

"So be it then." You tried desperately to hold yourself from shaking because you'd be damned if you showed it to him. "A word of advice, Satoru: beware of your arrogance."

With those words, you spun around, marching off toward your son's room, because no way in hell was you going to sleep with that obnoxious prick tonight.

But when you caught the sight of your baby scuttling away from the gap in the door, a fragment of your heart crumbled. Oh. He has seen it all.

In Gojo Satoru's mind, he is made of two things: a powerful jujutsu sorcerer and a family man.

With his immense strength, comes a certain responsibility. And with that responsibility, certain habits have formed. If you just took a few seconds to breathe and looked back throughout the past decade he'd spent with you, you'd know that in fact―

It was also his way to shield you. Satoru stands by the principle that you and his little boy must be protected at all cost, and he most certainly would pull all stops to do just that.

But frankly, he couldn't deny that he felt insulted by how defiant you were. Did you really think he would let anyone ever touch your―his―son? He wouldn't, they'd meet his wrath first and you should've known that.

Still, something akin to guilt nudged at his conscience as he lay alone in your shared bed that night. It felt strange not having you cuddling him. He felt empty.

. . .

None of your shampoo-scented pillow, none of your nightdresses, all of it replaced by a single photo hanging in the wall and the urn of ashes—

Abruptly, he jerked his eyes open, shaken from the most dreadful nightmare he had experienced—

Of you no longer by his side.

“Mama.” Your little boy looked up to you with his doe-blue eyes in the next day, his hand gripping yours. “I’ll be fine.”

You were accompanying him to the preschool. While Satoru had requested Ichiji to drive him, you insisted on tagging along to keep a watchful eye as well. You'd leave your husband to pick him up later just as he wanted.

“Huh?” you turned to him, tilting your head.

“I'll stick by Uncle Ichiji's side the entire time,” he replied in a murmur. “And papa will be picking me up too later. If there are bad guys, they'll get him first.”

You bit your lip, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you. Your boy witnessed your outburst last night and hadn't inquired about it until now, and even then, he was trying to reassure you.

“So… don’t fight.” His round, cerulean eyes then darted towards you, blinking hesitantly, causing you to catch your breath.

He looks so much like Satoru. At six years old, he was the spitting image of him, except his personality—he took after you in that area. It was as if your son was a softer, more innocent version of him. And your heart twisted, remembering your argument last night.

Don't compare me to you.

With a sigh, you bent down to be eye-level with him and managed a smile, holding both of his little hands. “I’m sorry… it was just misunderstanding last night, okay? Don’t worry.”

“…really?”

“Really. Mama and papa were just tired,” you tried to reason, a thin smile on your face. "It's going to be okay, just like you said, yeah? Papa will beat the bad guys out there."

“Will he pull through...? If they bring a knife, and he's just there laughing, they can cut him.”

A giggle escaped your lips at your baby's innocent wonderings, easing the ache in your heart as you recalled how Satoru humored him in so many ways.

You gently poked your son in the cheek. "Nah, do you remember what he always goes on about?"

He puffed up his cheeks in response, his expression turning sour as if combing through memories of hundreds of shenanigans Satoru had instigated to recall his words. You let out a hearty chuckle, finding him so adorable.

"He's strong, he's going to win. He always does."

"Oh. Mmm." Your son scrunched up his nose cutely, before looking away and squeezing your hand. A sincerer smile bloomed in your lips, heart melting at the sight of your growing munchkin.

You will protect him. And maybe you could patch things up with Satoru later that night. Maybe yesterday you were just too paranoid.

That was the plan... at least until your son suddenly screamed—someone wrenching him from your grasp. Without a second thought, you reacted, flipping the attacker away from you and him.

. . . and that was the beginning of how everything started to unravel so terribly that day.

"Gojo-san...! There's been an incident!"

He got that call right after he finished some things with Yaga. Satoru teleported to the preschool right away, only to be greeted by a scene of utter chaos.

Several teachers stood outside the building, and police officers were present at the scene. It was all a blur of cursed energy until his eyes caught sight of—

His little boy, red-faced and obviously in fear, was clinging to Ichiji, who was frantically making calls. Some teachers gathered around him were seemingly trying to coax him to speak.

He didn't waste a second to dash towards him, tearing through the crowd.

"Are you okay? Hey, buddy, what happened?" Satoru pulled him away from Ichiji and turned him over, crouching to his level to check for any signs of injury or harm.

And upon seeing him actually here, his son's eyes immediately welled up with tears, and Satoru felt a chill run through his veins as he broke into sobs, which quickly turned into heart-wrenching wails.

"Mama—! F-find mama—!" the little boy choked out through his tears, clutching onto his shirt tightly and crumbling in his embrace, thoroughly inconsolable.

Satoru's sharp gaze quickly swept over the scene, seeking any clues, while he tightened his hold over him. It was then he noticed traces of your cursed energy mingled with blood.

They hurt you.

"Hey, kiddo—listen to me, it's going to be alright, yeah?" Satoru said, gently pulling away to wipe away his tears, holding the boy's face tenderly in his hands. "Go with Ichiji for now, okay? I'm going to bring mama back, I promise."

He didn't need to be told twice. Your son is always obedient when it matters the most. He gave him a small nod, still shaking with tears.

"Don't worry," he flashed a reassuring smile and ruffled his hair. "I'm the strongest, remember? I'll get her back," he vowed once again. "She'll be fine. Wait for me until then, yeah?"

Ichiji was ready to leave as he had called for those in headquarters as backup in case anything were to happen again. Trusting him to keep his son safe, Satoru took off as soon as he could no longer see the sight of his son's tear-streaked face trying to watch him as the car pulled away.

"I won't repeat myself— where is my wife?"

Satoru wasn't playing this time. He skipped past taunts and just plain threats. These little fries, he thought.

The man he held by the throat was in a lot of distress. "Hyaaa! It's him! Please, please, let me go! I'm acting under orders!"

He then flung him across the wall— might have added more cursed energy than necessary.

At the moment, his entire focus was on trying to locate you. He couldn't let his mind wander to anything else; in fact, he didn't permit himself to.

It didn't take him long to piece together the general location of where you were through the residual of your cursed energy. They stationed several hooligans in this abandoned warehouse to stall him, but he got rid of them quickly and he could sense that you were close by.

"It's Gojo Satoru!"

"Run! Ruuuun!"

What a pain. They picked the wrong person to mess with, and Satoru's lips curled into a manic grin as he opened his palm, pulling them in—

"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue."

Chaos erupted as the building collapsed around him. He hoped you would realize he was here and manage to avoid getting caught in the wreckage. He was sure you'd know though.

And true to his thoughts, soon he found you— blasting your attacker away with a powerful kick.

Satoru thought that you were a sight to behold, really. And he was about to call out to you when he felt it.

It happened almost in an instant. The way his heart dropped to his stomach, and how his body reacted, barely whispering the incantation for Red as he shot it at something lurking behind you—

At that moment, the only thing you were aware of was the foul stench of a curse. Time seemed to stop before the overwhelming force of Red expelled it away from you.

But before then, you experienced a searing, white-hot pain that scorched through your flesh and pierced your abdomen—

"Y/N―fuck―!" The voice that came from Satoru's throat was raw and laden with panic.

He pulled you against him protectively as you collapsed, blinded by pain. He immediately felt warmth spreading across his lower body—your blood was rapidly drenching his shirt, and he felt a shiver down his spine.

You held onto him tightly while suppressing your scream, feeling every bit of your strength drain away along with the dark crimson blood that poured out of you.

"―toru―" you managed to croak amidst the scalding pain, curling and whimpering in his hold.

"Hey― sweetheart, please―" his voice rang in your ears, as he pressed down on your wound. His hands were shaking, and you clawed at him and groaned in agony. "I-I'm taking you back now― You're going to be alright, yeah?"

The wound was beyond anything you had experienced before, causing you to cry out and gasp for air. It was almost as if something fried your insides. It was hard to stay conscious.

"I've got you now. You're going to be okay." His voice was coarse, as he hurriedly carried you out. And he tried not to let the full-blown panic take over him when your body went limp in his arms, your breaths slowing, head lolling in his chest.

"You're going to be alright! You hear me, sweetheart? You're going to make it. Our baby― he's waiting for you. I promise you, you're going to be fine―"

Perhaps he was trying to tell that to himself, because despite the excruciating pain, a wave of reassurance washed over you.

You were in the arms of the strongest sorcerer alive, what more could you possibly afraid of?

A special grade curse. They had actually unleashed a potent curse and likely aimed at him as their final card—until it veered off course and struck you, leaving a searing gash across your abdomen.

Satoru felt numb as he sat in the waiting room in his bloodied uniform. You got hurt so terribly right in front of his eyes, and all he could feel was this profound void that seemed to bore through him and pierced his soul.

He was supposed to protect you. He said it to your face that nothing and no one would touch your son, and it was in his wedding vows that he'd protect you with his life too.

And yet what happened?

If only he was faster. If only he was able to pull you to him and protect you with his infinity—none of this shit would have happened.

Seeing your face twisted in agony and smeared with blood made him feel sick to his stomach. Inside that OR, you hovered on the brink of life and death, and he was here, unable to do anything.

Satoru rested his head against the wall, feeling a sharp pain surge through his chest. He remembered waking up to your face every morning, the way your touches felt, and how you had brightened his world for the past decade. If he lost you now... he wouldn't survive it. He would wreck anything, everything—

"Papa!" and came his voice of reason. Satoru immediately discarded his bloodstained jacket by instinct, throwing it away before his boy could see it, with Ichiji and Megumi closely trailing behind.

His son crashed himself into him and threw his little arms around his torso, crying—and in that very second, the thump of his heart sounded louder in his ears. Somehow it felt like a knife that twisted his insides.

"Hey, kiddo." Satoru repositioned him so that he would sit on his lap and hugged him, patting him in the back. "There, there... it's alright, yeah? Mama is inside, she'll get better soon."

Your little boy pulled away and wiped his eyes, and Satoru chuckled as he helped him blow his nose. His child was incredibly adorable, and his actions mirrored yours to such an extent that it made Satoru's heart soften.

"Mama g-got hurt trying to... tell me to g-go..." the boy suddenly said amidst his quieter sniffles. "And... she s-said... papa— i-is strong and g-going to win..."

You believe in him. Ignoring the ache in his chest, only able to reply him with a "Yeah..."

Not long after, Shoko emerged from the operating room and informed him that the surgery had been successful, though you would likely need to have a one-week stay in the hospital for observation. He intended to move you to the VIP suite and stay the night there, but then he remembered his son, who was holding his hand.

Satoru crouched down and patted him in the head, fixing him a smile. "See? Mama is okay, but she needs to sleep here to get even better. Now you go home first with big brother Megumi, yeah?"

Your son adored Megumi and often begged you to let him stay over at his place, but this time he looked hesitant, fiddling with his little fingers. "Really? Mama will be home... soon?"

"Mm-hmm, the more she sleeps here, the faster she'll go back home, alright?"

And with that, his baby nodded and Satoru turned to Megumi with a nod. "Thank you for this, Megumi."

The boy whose life he had once saved on some sort of a whim, now grown up and shared the same concern he had for you, Fushiguro Megumi had never before witnessed his benefactor expressing such sincere gratitude for anything before.

When you came to, your body felt as heavy as lead.

The discomfort in your abdomen made you flinch, and you almost let out a groan until you turned to your side and saw him.

Satoru was asleep while sitting in the sofa next to your bed, dark circles evident under his eyes. It might have been your imagination, but his cheeks appeared to be slightly red too.

You tried to recall what had happened to you when it came back—you urging your son to run away as you let yourself being taken away, almost escaping from that warehouse, the flash of excruciating pain, and Satoru's stricken voice.

So he must've been here since last night. Any remnants of your disagreement seemed to have vanished, seeing him there with you, barely covering himself with the blanket, with a frown still marking his forehead even in his sleep.

You wanted to reach out to him until the movement sent a sharp jab to your stomach and you cried out a bit.

In that split second, Satoru's eyes jerked open, and realizing you were awake, his gaze locked onto yours. "Y/N—" But your strained whimper and expression told him everything. "Does it hurt? I-I'll get Shoko, wait—"

And then he hit the call button. Throughout it all, he kept a firm grip on your hand for reassurance. A few minutes later, Shoko arrived and examined your wound, subsequently administering painkillers to alleviate your discomfort.

"It's going to leave a scar," she explained grimly, showing the mangled skin where the curse had made its mark on you, and seeing that, Satoru clenched his fists.

Shoko sighed, empathizing with her friend's frustration. "It's going to fade with time, don't worry. You did well, Gojo. You brought her here quickly. Had you been even slightly later, there could have been an irreversible damage to her organs."

But your husband remained quiet, unable to bring himself to look at you. And after she left, you tried to finally voice your question to him.

"O-our—"

"He's fine," Satoru immediately answered, squeezing your hand. "Our boy is fine. I'll tell Megumi to visit later—he's with him."

A sigh of relief came out of you. "Thank... goodness."

But his expression seemed to fall even further after hearing your response. Satoru settled himself on the seat next to you and lowered the rail on your bed, allowing you to be even closer to each other.

"Do you not feel any pain anymore?" he asked then, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He looked so sad, a stark contrast of how he usually was, and it bugged you.

"No... I feel fine now."

"Then, can I hug you?"

Of course you nodded without a second thought, and carefully, he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you close and resting his face on the crook of your neck.

You knew what it was. Satoru was still visibly shaken by what had happened to you, and he wasn't great at expressing himself, so he tried to find consolation through this physical closeness instead.

"I'm okay..." you patted his back, trying to convince him. "I'm alright now, yeah?" But to your surprise, suddenly his whole body started to shake. "Satoru...?"

“…’m sorry.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he nuzzled you. “I shouldn't... have let you get this hurt...”

It always amazes you how Satoru always gets this distressed whenever you sustain any injury. You had seen him cry precisely two times now—once after you gave birth to your son and experienced severe bleeding, and now.

"It's not your fault..." you whispered in response. "You... have protected me well."

He held you tighter, his tone faltering. "I didn't."

"You have..." you stroked his hair, trying to convince him. "I'm still here, aren't I?"

Hearing you say that made Satoru's chest ache. The thought of something like this happening to you was unimaginable, and now that it had, he couldn't come to terms with seeing you hurt right in front of him.

"Don't—" he choked on his voice, his breath trembled against your neck. "Don't ever put yourself in danger again. If something happened to you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself..."

You couldn't make that promise. Despite the pleading in his voice, you knew deep down that your son's life—and his—meant more, and given the chance, you would obviously save theirs for yours.

“Satoru... I love you, you know that, right?”

So you simply embraced him close, hoping that in this life, you would live long enough that he would never have to see you like this again.

Epilogue

"Papa, how do I become stronger?"

Satoru blinked when his son asked him that so innocently and curiously, taken aback as he led him to your private room later that afternoon. "Oh? What brought this on?"

His first and only son, a perfect miniature of himself, pursed his lips. "I don't want Mama to get hurt again..."

Satoru's heart warmed at his baby’s sincere words, and despite himself, he chuckled.

"What's funny?" his son leveled a glare at him. "I'm being serious."

"Well, aren't you such a good boy? Don't worry, kiddo, I'll teach you my ways~"

"What ways?"

"Well, no need to rush, pumpkin. First of all, you will have to harness your skills and then you have to be more like me—"

"Do I have to be like you…? Is there no other way?"

"—? What's wrong with being more like me?"

"Everything...?"

[mrchoppedslefthand]

Homicipher Random Headcanons/Scenarios [NSFW]

Edit:11/07/2024

I desperately needed to post the random head canons and scenarios of our husbands that my brain kept cooking up (+ some from discord friends), so the list is not organized. Also, since we shape shift, I'm going to assume we can choose whenever we have a cock or pussy (because I want to be fucked and do the fucking) Anyways...enjoy the food thought.

Characters: Mr. Crawling, Mr. Chopped Mr. Silvair, Mr. Hood, Mr. Gap, Mr. Machete, Mr. Scarletella

Warnings: mentions of NSFW, mentions of some canon-typical violence, implications of dubcon, mentions of somnophilia, implied cuckold

Mr. Crawling

He can be submissive top. Constantly asking you if you love him during intimacy. He would ask if you enjoy playing with him as you pound yourself onto him. He would be a moaning mess and probably wouldn't know what to do about it as he clumsily places his hands around your waist.

He would definitely eat you out without you asking once intimacy had been initiated.

Afraid of hurting you, he wouldn't be too rough, instead he would be more tender and gentler when it comes to intimacy.

He definitely would love it when you play with his hair, allowing you to braid it or do whatever as long it doesn't involve cutting his precious hair.

He actually gets jealous easily, but he doesn't verbalize it, instead he shows it through his actions.

He is better with his hands, than his cock. So sometimes you prefer that over his cock. His cock is more on the average/smaller side and it's cute.

He definitely has a praise kink.

Mr. Chopped

He lacks a body, so to make up for it he is extremely expressive and open with his feelings. Which makes him a little fun to bully, to see all those cute expressions he could make.

He probably would be very good with his mouth and tongue, let him be your personal rose toy/fleshlight if you will. He can't fight back and have no choice but to whimper about it.

Imagine getting sick and fainting with him nearby, he can't move or do anything but helplessly cry for you to wake up and starts crying out help for Mr. Silvair to come help him and you.

Maybe one day, for a day of tricks and pranks. Mr. Stitch will allow Mr. Chopped a day in his body, so they swap places, stitching Mr. Chopped in place of Mr. Stitch's head. It had been a very long time since Mr. Chopped felt sensations beyond his head, so he happens to be very sensitive and clumsy with his hands. Everywhere you touch overwhelms him, he melts and becomes a moaning mess, but Mr. Chopped isn't the only one feeling all these sensations. Mr. Stitch can still feel it too. He is intrigued by today's type of play.

He definitely would be more on the whiny and needy side when it comes to pleasure, he lacks a body, but he can still feel lust. He can't do anything about it, which makes him extremely needy and extra pouty.

Mr. Silvair

Definitely would have had intimacy with other ghosts/humans before to research the body and performance during mid transformation if it differed.

Imagine one day he finds a mysterious liquid that fell from the 'other world' and feeds it to you, himself and the other ghosts in your crew. Only to find out it was an aphrodisiac. It was the first time he felt such a strong sensation of lust. At first, he mistakes this strong desire to be violence, so he starts to self-inflict wounds onto himself. You attempt to stop him, but soon find yourself to be underneath him as he bites into your neck, drawing blood. Surprised at seeing the often-composed man, turning into a ravage beast. You somehow manage to find something to tie him up and have your way with him.

He probably likes overstimulation on you...but also himself. He would love to research on how much his body can go and handle.

He would actually be a switch, for research purposes. To take and give he'd do anything for research. It had been long long ago since his body used to be human, and he often forgets about his own experiences if he doesn't write them down, but no worries, he has you by his side now to keep remembering.

Mr. Hood

He is quiet but speaks whenever he finds it suited for. But if you need him, he would be happy to talk with you.

He is a bit insecure about his body, he doesn't have arms or hands or even legs, he is an entity of nothing. The clothes are what shape his form, and well maybe he not entirely a entity of nothing. You had a glimpse before, a small glimpse and sensation of a squishy and somewhat slimy part that had belonged to him. You never mentioned though, but if it was you'd love him still anyways.

He realized that some words had been a bit harder for you to keep in mind and remember and so he thought of a special way to get you learning. Learning with what humans call pleasure. He fucks you and asks you what certain things are, and if you get it wrong, he denies you from coming. You have become determined to learn your words properly even more so now. Because if you remember you get rewarded with the most absolute fulfilling fuck of your life.

Since most of his body is invisible or nothing. If you mouth fucked him you would be able to see that real good, it is strangely erotic watching your cock move inside his mouth.

Mr. Gap

When you're sleeping, sometimes he might just cuddle against your leg or lower half. He loves the feeling of warmth, compared to his hollow darkness.

He definitely seems like the type of person to eat you out while you're asleep. Playing around and waiting for you to wake up to watch your reaction. Of course, he would only do this though if he knew you'd allow it. He values consent.

Imagine taking your backpack to school and you have to take out a pencil for a test. When you open your backpack, you realize it is just an empty void and hear a voice asking for your heart in exchange for the pencil. Yeah... you accepted your fate. You just failed your exam...

When you become a moaning mess under him, he can't understand but he knows that from your sweet voice, and moans, that it's a good thing. He knows to keep continuing.

One day Mr. Gap gathers his usual newspapers that fall from the rubble or somehow manages to grab one from the human realm. He notices a magazine that discusses about marriage and giving rings on the fourth finger. Intrigued about this idea, he asks you for your all four of your fingers, but you misunderstand and refuse to give him your fingers. He's sad but soon you later find out that he was asking for your hand in marriage, literally but also figuratively.

Mr. Machete

We would wonder aimlessly for an eternity together searching for his/your home. But eventually our subconscious would recognize each other as home instead.

He would definitely mock and laugh at how fast you would falter/melt under his touch. Calling you "weak" for coming so fast but would give kisses here and there after the mocking.

He'd probably be into throat fucking and laugh at you looking pathetic, he loves reactions that aren't boring, so seeing you choke on his cock seems like a great idea.

He definitely would come inside most of the time.

When he fucks you, his cock would probably bulge out a little from your stomach, fascinated by it he'd roughly press his hand down near that area.

He is our beefy dumb macho, perfect.

If you mouth/fucked him he would tell you he feels nothing, but his eyes would already be red and tearing. He's a pathetic coward.

Mr. Scarletella

He belongs to you, and you belong to him, together forever, in a hellish world. He loves the destruction you bring into his life and does the same for you.

Oh boy, he would absolutely devour you, his queen, in pleasure. Fuck you stupid to the point you're just a blabbering mess, hands on waist, and long fingers in your mouth, as he pounds deeply into you.

He seems like the type of guy to fuck you during your period.

Definitely gets jealous easily and he makes it know when he gets that way.

Imagine your fucked/fucking another ghost and you hear static within the distance, the sound slowly starts to come closer and closer until you hear the static in the room. Your crimson servant arrives and witnesses your fantastic display of intimacy. Jealous, he kills them and becomes extra possessive and quite terrifying, but you love it so much. How he seems so lost and pathetic without you.

You don't know his name, but neither does he know yours. Despite this disconnect, you still manage to give him some sort of other named to be called. It's connected to your name, but he knows it's not all of it, he can't fully whisk you away, but he's okay with that. You are still bound to him for an eternity anyway.

If Mr. Scarletella went back to the human world with you instead, he would appear to be the one most suited for fitting in. Just slack some foundation on his face, make him wear gloves and he would blend in quite well. Well...except for his odd habit of asking every stranger for their name and laughing and giggling crazily each time.

He would have a praise and degradation kink, he's not a whore. He's YOUR whore. He likes being YOURS.