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[airandyeah]

Animals (Alpha!Sukuna X Alpha!Toji X Omega!Reader) Pt.4

My Masterlist Series Masterlist Warnings: Obvious A/B/O dynamics, suggestive comments or actions, just generally Minors DNI-just in case. This will be similar to Pink Pony Club and Sins, where I just mark every chapter as 18+ This also has the general warning of Toji and Sukuna both honestly being menaces.

The screen flickered as the call connected, and before you could even greet anyone properly, your mother’s voice rang out—sharp, commanding, impossible to ignore.

“Are you eating well?”

You sighed, already regretting answering. Should’ve let it go to voicemail.

“Hi, Mom,” you deadpanned, but she wasn’t having it.

“Don’t ‘Hi, Mom’ me. Have you been eating properly? You looked thin the last time we saw you.”

You rolled your eyes, shifting on the couch. “I eat fine.”

“And exercising?” she pressed, narrowing her eyes through the screen.

You groaned. “Yes.” A lie. You’d barely been moving from your couch unless absolutely necessary.

Your father was in the background, half-listening, half-distracted, while your three brothers lounged around like oversized wolves, occasionally throwing glances at the screen.

Then, the question you knew was coming.

“So,” your mother drawled, eyes gleaming. “Any boys caught your eye?”

Your entire body stiffened. Nope. Absolutely not. Not doing this.

“No,” you said firmly.

Your brothers perked up immediately. “No one?” the eldest asked, skeptical.

“No,” you repeated, more agitated.

Your mother hummed. “Not even a little?”

Flashes of muscle and smirks crossed your mind—Sukuna’s sharp teeth, Toji’s lazy, knowing grin, their irritatingly smug confidence—

NO.

“No,” you bit out again, too fast, too defensive.

Your brothers definitely noticed.

“Ohhh, shit,” one of them muttered, grinning.

“There is someone,” another accused, leaning in.

“No, there isn’t,” you snapped.

But your mother was already smirking, far too pleased. “Well, you are at that age. If someone has caught your eye, you should bring them home. They’ll need to be evaluated.”

Evaluated. Like a damn threat assessment.

You scowled. “I said there’s no one.”

Your father, silent until now, finally sighed. “Leave her alone,” he muttered, barely looking up from whatever he was doing.

But the damage was done. Your mother knew you were hiding something. And worse? So did your brothers.

If they found out about Toji and Sukuna? You were never going to hear the end of it.

The call had finally settled into something normal—or at least as normal as it ever got with your family. Your mother had moved on from interrogating your love life (thank god), now talking about some new fitness routine she wanted you to try.

Your father chimed in occasionally, offering quiet grunts of agreement, while your brothers bickered in the background over some ridiculous bet. It was comfortable.

Buzz.

Until your phone started vibrating.

You ignored it at first, assuming it was some random notification. But then—

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

A rapid string of messages lit up the screen, the vibrations rattling against the table.

You glanced at it, frowning.

Toji: Hey. Toji: Did you eat yet? Toji: Answer, brat.

Then—

Sukuna: Oi. You alive? Sukuna: Answer before we show up at your door.

You clenched your jaw, glancing at the laptop screen where your mother was still talking.

Another message.

Sukuna: Maybe we should’ve kept you in town, huh? You get lonely out there?

You glared at your phone.

“What’s with that face?” one of your brothers asked, smirking.

“Nothing,” you muttered, flipping the device over.

Your mother narrowed her eyes. “Who’s texting you?”

Your shoulders tensed. “No one.”

A beat of silence.

Then your eldest brother—the worst of them—grinned. “It’s a guy.”

Your mother’s eyes lit up. “Oh? So you do have someone.”

“No, I don’t,” you shot back.

Buzz.

You were going to kill them.

Your brothers started laughing, already sensing blood in the water.

Your mother smirked. “Well, now I have to know. Who is he?”

“No one.”

Your laptop screen was filled with their amused faces, but all you could focus on was your phone—still lighting up with messages from the two Alphas who refused to leave you alone.

You gritted your teeth, forcing yourself to ignore the persistent buzzing of your phone as your family continued their interrogation. Every second felt like a warzone, with your brothers circling like vultures, trying to pull out the most embarrassing details about your nonexistent love life.

You kept your face neutral, answering only when necessary. It wasn’t that you didn’t love your family—it was just that you could already tell what was coming. They never stopped.

You gritted your teeth, trying to tune out the incessant buzzing from your phone as your family continued their usual questioning. Your brothers were relentless, teasing you about every little thing, while your mother turned her attention to your eating habits—as if you were still a teenager.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

The vibrations from your phone rattled the table, but you resisted the urge to check it. You didn’t want to deal with it right now.

The call was live, your laptop screen filled with the faces of your family, each one pushing for more details about your nonexistent love life. It had been a long day, and your patience was wearing thin.

Then, through the chatter and your mother’s never-ending advice about how you needed to eat better and exercise more, the faint, familiar crunch of gravel echoed through your window. The sound of doors slamming followed, and your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t have to look to know exactly who it was.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You froze.

It was the unmistakable sound of the two of them. Toji and Sukuna.

“Who’s at the door?” your mother asked, squinting at the screen in confusion.

You didn’t answer right away. No, not now, you thought, panic rising in your chest. The last thing you wanted was to deal with them while you were on a video call with your family.

Another knock.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your heart pounded. You glanced at the screen—your family was still oblivious, completely unaware of the storm at your door. They didn’t feel the sudden shift in the air, the way you could.

You sighed, defeated, and stood up, walking towards the door as you muttered under your breath. Your family’s voices faded into the background as you made your way toward the door, trying to steady your nerves.

You opened it, and there they were—standing on your doorstep like they owned the place.

Toji grinned, his hands casually tucked in his pockets, looking every bit the smug bastard he was. Sukuna stood beside him, arms crossed, his smirk somehow even more insufferable.

Both of them looked like trouble.

“Hey, brat,” Toji greeted you, his tone a lazy drawl as he looked you up and down.

Sukuna, always the one to push things further, took a step forward, his voice almost too casual. “What’s up?”

Your heart sank as you realized your family was still watching. They hadn’t noticed the shift in your demeanor or your tension, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they did.

“What are you doing here?” you hissed, trying your best to keep your voice steady, though your frustration was clear.

Toji’s grin only widened. “You weren't responding. Figured we’d swing by.”

Sukuna’s eyes flicked to your laptop, where your family’s faces were still visible on the screen, their expressions starting to shift from curiosity to suspicion. “It’s not every day we get to meet the family,” he added, eyes glinting with amusement.

You shot him a death glare, desperate to shut this down before it spiraled further. But of course, it was already too late. The damage had been done.

They were here. And your family had seen them.

Your mother, ever the sharp one, raised an eyebrow through the screen. “Well, well, well,” she said, her voice teasing. “Looks like we have some guests, huh?”

Toji’s grin never faltered, and Sukuna simply leaned back against the doorframe, his smirk growing.

You were trapped.

It was only a matter of time before your family started asking questions you didn’t want to answer.

You felt your face flush with embarrassment as you heard your mother’s voice on the other side of the screen. “Well, it’s nice to meet you both,” she said, far too cheerful, like this was some sort of normal occurrence. You could already feel your brothers’ laughter bubbling up in the background.

Your patience snapped.

You had had enough. You didn’t even hesitate.

You turned on your heel, slamming the door with all your might. The sound echoed, harsh and final.

But of course, Toji wasn’t having it.

You heard the door thud as his hand shot out, catching it before it could close all the way. You barely had time to react before he was pushing it back open, grinning like the devil himself.

“You don’t really think you can just get rid of us that easily, do you?” Toji’s voice was low, playful, but there was no mistaking the challenge in it.

Sukuna leaned in the doorway, his gaze still sharp, still as smug as ever. “We’ll leave when we’re good and ready.”

Your mouth went dry. You had just made everything worse.

Your stomach churned. You wanted to scream at them to leave, to let you have your peace. Instead, you stood there, trying not to let your irritation show too much. The last thing you needed was for them to see your weakness, your frustration.

Without asking, they made their way to the laptop on the table, both of them towering over it, staring down at the screen.

You quickly turned your attention to the video call, half-worried that your family was about to get a show they weren't prepared for. The last thing you wanted was for your mother to ask them questions or for your brothers to make some inappropriate comment.

To your surprise, though, Toji and Sukuna didn’t say anything crude. They didn’t make any obnoxious jokes or flirtatious comments like you expected. They didn’t make a scene.

Instead, both of them leaned in close to the screen, grinning like they’d won some sort of game, but their demeanor was almost… respectful.

“Hello,” Toji said, his voice smooth, with an air of warmth that almost caught you off guard. He was smiling, but it was sincere—nothing at all like his usual teasing tone. His eyes flicked to the screen as he added, “We’re Toji and Sukuna. Nice to meet you.”

Sukuna’s smile was a little more restrained, but the glint in his eye didn’t soften. He nodded politely, just enough to be courteous. “Pleasure,” he said, his voice deep and calm.

You blinked. This wasn’t what you expected.

You could almost hear your mother’s voice crack through the screen, her eyes now focused on the two men standing at your table. “Well, hello,” she said, her tone still a bit skeptical, but undeniably curious. “It’s nice to meet you both. I’m Y/N’s mother.”

The two men straightened up a little at the introduction, both nodding, but neither making a move to get too close to the camera. They were oddly reserved, like they knew the boundaries and were respecting them.

“Thanks for looking out for her,” Toji said casually, but there was an underlying sincerity in his voice. It caught you off guard, and you felt your shoulders tense as you looked between them, trying to keep your composure.

Sukuna’s eyes flicked to yours for a split second before he turned back to the laptop. “She’s been a pain in our ass, but we’re keeping an eye on her,” he added with a small smirk, though his voice lacked the usual taunting bite. It was more like an inside joke—something that was just between the three of you.

Your mother smiled at them, clearly not picking up on the layers of meaning in Sukuna’s words. “You two must be very close,” she commented, her tone light and friendly. “I’m glad my daughter has people like you around.”

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You wanted to snap at them, to tell your family to stop, but you were caught between your growing frustration and the bizarrely polite, almost charming version of Toji and Sukuna you hadn’t seen before.

Toji’s grin returned in full force as he gave a quick nod to your mother. “Of course. She’s a stubborn one, but we’re good at dealing with stubborn people,” he said, his voice warm but still carrying that unmistakable edge of teasing.

You narrowed your eyes at him, but before you could say anything, Sukuna spoke up again, his voice softer than usual. “We’re just making sure she doesn’t get into trouble. She tends to cause it without even trying.”

You tried not to flinch at his words, but deep down, it stung. It wasn’t exactly wrong.

Your mother chuckled, clearly enjoying the conversation. She had no idea how much this conversation was grating on your nerves. “She sure does like to cause a little trouble, doesn’t she?”

You shot them both a glare, but they didn’t even flinch. They had already won this round.

The strangest thing, though, was that as much as you wanted to push them away, this version of Toji and Sukuna—the one who wasn’t pushing you, wasn’t being crude or overwhelming—felt even worse. This respectful, controlled version of them was a whole new kind of frustrating.

As the conversation continued, you silently cursed yourself. How was it that every time they showed up, you were forced to face something new—something you weren’t ready for?

“I’m sorry, I’ve got to go,” you said abruptly, not even giving them a chance to respond. You quickly clicked the ‘end call’ button on your laptop, cutting off the image of your family before they could protest.

You heard the faint buzz of their protest on the other end, but you couldn’t stand it anymore. You needed to get away from this—them. The awkward silence that followed the call seemed to stretch endlessly in your head.

When the screen finally went black, you exhaled a shaky breath, shoulders sagging in relief. You didn't want to hear your mom's nagging or deal with the endless stream of questions from your brothers. Not with them here.

But as soon as the silence settled, you realized—they hadn’t left yet.

Toji and Sukuna were still standing there, smirking, still like they owned the place. They hadn’t moved an inch since the video call ended.

You didn’t know if you should be more frustrated with your family or them.

“So,” Sukuna drawled, breaking the silence with a lazy stretch, “that was fun. Do you want us to stick around? We could’ve stayed longer.”

Your hands balled into fists at your sides, but you tried to stay calm, not wanting to lose it in front of them—again. “No. You’ve done enough. I appreciate the help, but—”

“To be fair,” Toji interrupted, his voice teasing, “you didn’t exactly look thrilled to see us show up, did you?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I’m just... I’m tired.”

The last thing you wanted was to get tangled up in another one of their games.

But, damn it, you could feel the pull again—despite everything. Their presence was still so overwhelming. The way they just stood there, watching you, like they were waiting for you to fall in line. Like you were supposed to bend to whatever they wanted.

Sukuna grinned, that sly, knowing smirk creeping up again. “Yeah, I think you are tired. But, you know,” he added, glancing at Toji, “we wouldn’t mind hanging out for a bit. Make sure you're settling in.”

You could see where this was going—again.

“Look, I just need some space.” You said it firmly, stepping toward the door, hand gripping the handle. “Thank you for everything, but I’m fine now. I just need some time alone.”

Toji’s eyes flicked to Sukuna before he shrugged. “Alright, but don’t take too long,” he said, voice heavy with that damn teasing tone. “You’ll need us eventually.”

Sukuna snorted, but said nothing as he followed Toji out of the door.

You closed it behind them, the moment they were out of sight, and leaned against it, breathing in a deep breath. You didn’t know whether you were angry, embarrassed, or just utterly frustrated by the whole situation.

But the feeling that gnawed at you most was the one you couldn’t shake—the one that left your heart pounding in your chest. Even after everything, even after pushing them away, you couldn’t deny the pull they had on you.

And that made you madder than anything else. ~~~ The following days dragged on in a blur of restless waiting. You kept busy around the cabin, trying to distract yourself from the reality that you had to rely on them to fix your car. The constant tension between wanting independence and needing help felt like an endless back-and-forth, and you were starting to lose patience with the entire situation.

But then, finally, the message you’d been waiting for appeared on your phone.

“Car’s fixed. We’ll drop it off tomorrow. I’ll drive it, and Sukuna will bring the truck.”

You stared at the message from Toji, a mix of annoyance and relief bubbling inside you. At least it would be over soon. You’d have your car back, and hopefully, you wouldn’t have to deal with them for a while after that.

The next day, you tried to keep yourself occupied, but every noise outside seemed to send your mind spiraling. The quiet of the woods made the waiting feel even worse, like the world was holding its breath just as you were. You could already feel the pull of them, like gravity, reminding you that you were too close to them for comfort.

By midday, you heard the rumble of engines. You couldn’t help but glance out the window, seeing their truck pulling up to your place—Toji in the driver’s seat of your car, Sukuna at the wheel of the truck.

They stopped in front of the cabin, both of them stepping out with that same smug expression you’d grown to hate and secretly crave. You rolled your eyes, though you could feel the heat creeping up your neck despite yourself.

Toji made his way toward your front door with his usual confident stride, throwing a casual wave as he approached. Sukuna followed behind, taking his time, eyes lingering on you as usual.

“Your car’s good as new,” Toji said with that teasing grin you could never quite figure out. He leaned against your doorframe casually, his eyes raking over you, as if he knew the effect he had on you. “Ready to take it for a spin?”

You folded your arms, standing your ground. “Yeah, thanks.” You could feel the irritation bubbling beneath your cool facade. "I appreciate the help, but I don't need a babysitter."

Sukuna snorted behind you, his deep voice smooth. “Who says we’re babysitting? We’re just making sure you don’t break down on the way back into town, sweetheart.”

“Right,” you said dryly, looking over at them both. “I can handle it. But thanks for fixing it.”

Toji gave a lazy shrug, “Figured we’d make sure it was working properly. No more issues, at least not for a while.”

You hesitated, then stepped outside, locking the door behind you. The air was crisp, and the woods around you felt silent except for their voices. Toji walked to your car and opened the door like it was just another day, while Sukuna lingered by the truck, his eyes never leaving you.

You couldn’t deny the way your heart skipped a beat, but you pushed the feeling aside, telling yourself it was just the tension from being near them too long.

“Let’s go,” Toji said, tapping the roof of your car with a grin. “Sukuna’s getting impatient.”

You glanced at Sukuna, who was leaning on the truck with a smirk, arms crossed over his chest. He raised an eyebrow at you as if daring you to make a move.

“Fine,” you muttered under your breath, finally walking over to your car and sliding into the driver's seat.

Toji climbed into the passenger side of your car, Sukuna following you both to the truck with an almost lazy swagger. You started the engine, and as you pulled out of the driveway, you couldn’t shake the feeling that they were still watching, still pushing you in a way that made your heart race.

The drive into town wasn’t long, but with both Toji and Sukuna by your side, the tension felt unbearable, thick enough to cut through the air between you. The thought of breaking away from them, of getting to a place where you could think clearly, was something you ached for—but they weren’t making it easy.

"How does it feel to finally get your car back?" Toji asked, his voice low, a knowing glint in his eyes. "You were starting to get used to us, huh?"

You bit back the urge to retort, but instead focused on the road ahead. The last thing you needed was to play into their teasing games.

Sukuna, ever the troublemaker, shot you a smirk. "You look like you're about to bite someone's head off. What's wrong, princess? Not enjoying the ride?"

You gritted your teeth, pretending their teasing didn’t affect you. But deep down, you knew the truth—you hated how much it did.

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[aroaceleovaldez]

do you think the sun and the star was partially ai generated? because i sure as hell do. especially considering a lot of the monsters aren't even canon greek mytho beasts, and bianca and maria's names are swapped, and overall there's something so *off* about it, and it's not because there's another writer. im like 80% sure mark oshio and r*ck r*ordan used ai. even if they didn't it should be unpublished

No, I don't.

We already know for a fact that Rick's editor is extremely lax on actually editing, and we've also explicitly been told the final published version of TSATS was actually an unpolished rough draft. Plus it's a collaboration between two authors, and their editor didn't even go through to make everything consistent (you can actually tell who wrote what parts based on how Rick uses s's, such as "Hades's" versus Mark using s', like "Hades'.")

There is no singular "canon" greek mythos, and most of the creatures and beings mentioned in the book are from greco-roman mythology. They clearly used the first google image results for descriptions of some (the cacodaemons clearly being partially referenced on the monsters from Doom, Menoetes being depicted as a red bull-man, etc), but most do have a basis in mythology.

And contrary to what some may presume based on my opinions, I don't think TSATS should be "unpublished." De-canonized, maybe. And yeah I don't think it should have been written, mostly because Rick said himself he wasn't going to because it "wasn't his place" to write Nico's story and such. But as it exists, it exists. And we can learn from analyzing it.

Regardless, it's bad form to be making conspiracy theories just because something isn't executed well. We pretty clearly know why the book is a mess, and if it was AI generated it would be far more obvious. It's just a half-baked book. Quite literally. They didn't finish writing it. But that's all human error.

[spookygibberish]

who are the dogstock?

There’s quite a bit to go over with this so bear with me

Pictured: 3rd male and Virgin Queen (Uhasr)

The Dogstock are the Godstock People of the Dog, descended from an ancient warrior class of a now very dead culture. There’s still a lot of details to work out so I’m skimming over this part, honestly. The warriors of this culture ate the flesh and drank the blood of the Dog to become more like it, and were changed. The level of change that just imbibing the flesh of the Dog imparted is not sufficient to explain the level of purposed biology that characterizes Dogstock, and this culture didn’t practice active manipulation of stock in the way the Jacantese do, so the full history of their origins are somewhat mysterious. (I have ideas (not worked out)).

The Dzuzhnutte Empire perfected the Dogstock as they exist today, and their design, handling, and breeding as perpetuated still in Orimat today. The Dzuzhnutte conquered the entirety of the Dochira, the Hochkiskuph Steppes, and the isthmus in between which now holds the modern day the Kiiz principalities (Ann-Kiiz, Bel-Kiiz, Osat-Kiiz) primarily by the strength of a massive and powerful army of specialty bred and trained Dogstock soldiers. One could argue the high cost of maintenance of this army (among other factors) was the nail in the Dzuzhnutte Empire's coffin, but honestly it's all conjecture. Like the people who first captured and consumed the Dog, the Dzuzhnutte are no longer around.

There are three major broad cultural groups of dogstock that I'll be talking about, if i talk more about these guys publicly:

The Uhasr (/yhezr/) (i cannot pronounce this word correctly either)

The empire didn't collapse all at once, it shrank, it abandoned its peripheries. One of the first such regions to be abandoned was the Hochkiskuph, a relatively small, cold desert region with little obvious wealth in anything other than sheep. The Dogstock soldiers stationed in the Hochkiskuph were not retrieved, as there was no particular need for them. Dogstock are cheap to breed and expensive to feed, or so it goes. This happened about 700~ years from the modern day, and the abandoned Dzuzhnutte Dogstock warslaves formed the basis of the modern day Uhasr culture.

Uhasr Dogstock are a very decentralized culture characterized more or less entirely by their shared language. Uhasr means "ear-having", and is a reference to their uncropped ears. Dogstock slaves of the Dzuzhnutte (and descendant cultures, the tradition persists) had their ears and tails cropped as a mark of servitude, and the Uhasr, being master-less, take great pride in their intact ears and tails, enough to consider them their defining features.

The Uhasr Dogstock are nomadic hunters who exist in an ongoing state of constant conflict with the indigenous Hochki people, who are mostly nomadic herders. The Dzuzhnutte Dogstock were brought to the Hochkiskuph to hunt people, and did not stop doing that once left to their own devices.

Uhasr Dogstock practice exocannibalism (they eat their enemies' flesh), collect body body parts as war trophies (particularly hands and heads), observe religious practices that could be said to be the only surviving form of the ancient Dzuzhnutte state religion, have a strong culture of storytelling and communal theatre, and are generally known as "Feral Dogstock."

Oan Dogstock

Citizens of the Kiiz are Oan. A person from Ann-Kiiz is Ann-Oan. Oan Dogstock are Dogstock who are legally citizens of the Kiiz. The Kiiz are a trio of city states controlling the isthmus between Dochira and the mainland. They political history of this region is up in the air, I'm working on it. You'll get what you get lmao.

The Kiiz are currently undergoing a period of high art and culture, scientific developments, religious inspiration, lofty patronage of the arts. The Kiiz are an enlightened culture where Dogstock live freely among humans, slavery is illegal in the Kiiz, unlike Orimat, and all Dogstock are full members of society. In practice, it's rare to find anyone willing to sell property to Dogstock, and 95% of Oan Dogstock rent houses, or live with human sponsors, for who also often employ them in exchange for food and housing.

The Dogstock of the Kiiz exist in a strange, tense state, trapped between the Uhazr and the Orimish Dogstock in the eyes of their human contemporaries. The experience of the Oan Dogstock is one of supplication and opposition, they crop their ears to distinguish themselves from the feral Uhasr savages, and leave long their tails to distinguish them from servile Orimish slaves. A notable percentage of Oan dogstock are particularly strict adherents of the local religion of the Kiiz (idk much about it other than it's monotheistic - one of if not the only monotheistic religions on the continent).

The Orimish Dogstock

I know the least about this culture of these groups. It is the region where they're still actively kept as slaves. I'll get around to it.

[ikibli]

Reverse Sexual Dimorphism

This is what human sexual dimorphism(aside from the obvious genital/gonad dimorphism) looks like:

Male Human:

Taller and more muscular

Bulkier body with wider shoulders and narrower hips

Vestigial nipples

Low-pitched voices

Facial hair, thick body hair

Female Human:

Shorter and less muscular

Thinner, curvier body with narrower shoulders and wider hips

Large breasts

High-pitched voices

No facial hair, sparse body hair

Peregrine falcon sexual dimorphism is nearly the opposite of human sexual dimorphism:

Male Peregrine Falcon:

Smaller and less muscular

Higher-pitched calls

Thinner, sleeker body with narrower neck and chest and shorter wingspan

Pale underparts(subject to regional variation)

Less distinct markings(subject to regional variation)

Bright yellow skin(talons, base of beak, eye ring)

Female Peregrine Falcon:

Larger and more muscular

Lower-pitched calls

Bulkier body with thicker neck and chest and longer wingspan

Reddish-pink underparts(subject to regional variation)

More distinct markings(subject to regional variation)

Dull yellow skin(talons, base of beak, eye ring)

No mammary glands(is bird)

Therefore, if we give speedsters peregrine falcon sexual dimorphism, translating bird-exclusive traits to human analogs:

Male Speedster:

Shorter and leaner

Higher-pitched voice

Thinner, sleeker body with thinner neck, narrower chest and thinner arms

Blond or light brown hair

Humans find gender ambiguous, and generally go by tertiary characteristics of hair length/clothing style

Female Speedster:

Taller and stockier

Lower-pitched voice

Bulkier body with thicker neck, broader chest and thicker arms

Red, black or dark brown hair

No mammary glands(is bird)

Humans generally assume to be male

Have fun!

[spiriiitt]

MINECRAFT DIARIES OC!!!

Omg.. they're so cool. They also have a masked version.

Word dump below 🤩🤩🤩

OKAY not solid on their name yet, give me any good elven name recs please, but to put it short they are a yggdrasil elf who ran away from the forest as an annoying emo teen, well maybe like when they were 100 or 50 or something I don't know, who just kind of was sick of being stuck in the forest and never being able to come and go as he pleased. Went to the guard academy after a while of roaming the lands and swore to Irene to never use his magicks in order to be accepted. Almost made the list of guards who would replace a jury member should they ever pass, however just barely missed the mark and is forever salty about it.

After leaving the guard academy he goes from village to village hoping to find a permanent spot to settle and become a guard, however there is still widespread fear and prejudice towards magicks users in Ru'aun and he's never in any place for long. Despite being an elf and a magicks user, due to the length of time he's gone without using his magicks it would take years to return to using his magicks to the capacity he had prior to the guard academy, so he finds the villages fears kind of stupid and bothersome.

Well acquainted with travelling groups/nomads and bandits across the region due to being outcasted from villages so often and becoming desperate for a community and somewhere to stay as he travels.

He's about 600 years old when season 1 of MCD starts and is probably staying somewhere around Scaleswind and O'Khasis at the time. He's about 400 years after Irene, however has a large fascination with Her due to his mother's love of Irene and claims that she knew her or that Irene had visited their part of the Yggdrasil forest as some point (Spirit isn't entirely sure he believes or believed her to be honest). Loves hearing stories and collecting small amount of history as he crossed Ru'aun again and again, and as he learns to navigate the forest that seperated the two sides of it.

I like to think he's visited beyond Ru'aun due to how long he's been alive, however we don't know enough about the places other than Ru'aun and a bit of Tu'la for me to say anything solid.

Probably encountered Aphmau while she was out exploring and stalked her back to the village after briefly conversing with her long enough to find out she was actually a lord and not just a traveller. I think they would have ran into eachother around the time they found Dante, with Laurance and Garroth. Was probably surprised to find another elf and magicks users within Phoenix Drop, and was surprised to be welcomed by Aphmau so easily into being a guard despite the fact he literally stalked them back to the village.

He's also a bit stupid.

He wanted to try hiding that he was an elf at first, however a characteristic of the elves from the part of the Yggdrasil forest he's from naturally have much larger ears and tend to be taller in general. Think like. 5'8 on average. So it became obvious very quickly that he wpuld have to be honest about his origins.

Anyways that's all I've got for now, kind of love this piece I started it yesterday when I woke up lol (including fully designing it from scratch). Name suggestions welcome, but also give me ideas for the type of magicks he used/uses lol.

I will write more one day.

[sunflowermp4]

ep 6! i love when it's so obvious when not a single person involved in the production of a show has ever been in or near a punk/house show. LOL. mark running a harmony cobel on petey's grieving teenage daughter is crazy as hell. GET A JOB. LEAVE HER ALONE.

more under the cut bc this got long

alexa STAND UP!!! i hate how they use her as exposition tool and generator prompt for mark scout backstory. name one single thing we know about her or her personality besides what she does for work. she's never not smiling never not understanding never not gracious never not forgiving never expresses or is even implied to have her own needs or desires. there's a metatextual commentary to be made here. someone pull up the fucking cool girl monologue!!! that is not a real person that is a plot device disposable girlfriend and i am furious on her behalf. the cracks are showingggggg. why does helly r have like two lines in the whole episode. i do not believe that is a recent (on the order of HOURS) survivor of a suicide attempt. ru kidding me.

the gut punch line of this episode is helly seeing the O&D department of seven people and saying that's the most people she's ever seen in her life. i do NOT believe that with the characterization we've seen so far that mark would be the one giving that speech to O&D while helly stands and politely smiles in the corner. i would believe it maybe a little more if, again, we saw any sign that this is a person who recently fucking made an attempt on their own life.

that whole date scene could have been cut and replaced with the dylan/milchick subplot. i need a show that is interested in how milchick (implied raised & groomed in a cult) feels about dylan (loves his kids more than anything in the world). i need a show that is interested in how milchick and dylan g and outie dylan relate to their own Black identity. i do not need the hamfisted writing of alexa being mark's backstory prompting therapist while on the second worst date in human history and then kissing him when he's done giving exposition and then laying silently in his bed. BORING.

i do need more of cobel & graner's insane passive aggressiveness. "so what are you a nurse or something?" devon's little aside of "so what the fuck was that" to herself after the playground scene is the kind of interiority work i need given to gemma and alexa. it's glaring at this point. gemma walking out of the break room with bags under her eyes makes me see red. GET HER OUT OF THERE!

PATRICIA ARQUETTE EMMY FUCKING NOW! i've never seen anyone as good at making an absolute five course gourmet feast out of every single line of dialogue. (honorable mention to christopher walken). the plant scene still makes me fucking tear up and it always will probably!!!!!!!!! #BURVINGHIVE #LOVEWINS #HOLDHANDSWITHTHATOLDMAN

REGHABIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fomo won. going to try to catch up on two seasons of severance in one week

[aahsoka]

Hoping scarjos voice lawsuit and tswifts image lawsuit end up setting some precedents that protect people’s likeness from being used through ai generators.

I think, yes, largely its a labor issue and likeness relates to that when you’re in a forward facing career but also privacy is another huge issue with what we’ve seen with phishing scams using generated voices of love ones and ai generated revenge porn.

[falmerbrook]

I don't think I have it in me to be a youtube Video Essayist (like, I have the autism for it, and i love pacing around my house pretending I am, but I do not the mental ability to handle pushback), nor do I think i have the thorough academic/analytical knowledge on this topic atm to handle it the way I'd want to, but every time I see discourse about the topic of lgbt characters in video games I yearn to make a video about queer characters and tes and how tes handles them

[thethingything]

when you're learning to identify different species, you'll often find a bunch that look almost identical, and you sit there wondering how the hell you're meant to tell them apart, and you spend a while trying to figure out what features you're supposed to be looking at, and then one day you look at these species and realise the differences between them are so obvious to you now, and it's kind of a magical feeling.

like now you can see something you couldn't see before. something unfamiliar has become familiar and your world has become just that little bit bigger

[cinemaocd]

Can we please talk about how much CUNT Alex Jennings is serving as Gardiner?

[airandyeah]

Animals (Alpha!Sukuna X Alpha!Toji X Omega!Reader) Pt.5

My Masterlist Series Masterlist Warnings: Obvious A/B/O dynamics, suggestive comments or actions, just generally Minors DNI-just in case. This will be similar to Pink Pony Club and Sins, where I just mark every chapter as 18+ This also has the general warning of Toji and Sukuna both honestly being menaces.

You had no intention of spending the day dealing with any drama. It was supposed to be a quick grocery run and maybe a few hours of peace before heading back to your cabin to catch up on some much-needed downtime. You’d been managing, getting by, focusing on the quiet hum of your daily life—but the universe, of course, had other plans.

As you walked through the aisles, minding your own business, you suddenly felt a presence looming over you. A familiar scent—the kind that made your skin prickle in irritation. You froze for a moment, not wanting to acknowledge it, but it was too late.

“Well, well, look who it is,” the voice smirked.

You didn’t even need to look up to know it was him. Naoya. That smug, arrogant bastard you used to date. The same one who could make your blood boil in an instant. You’d barely had time to turn your head before he was standing in front of you, looking you over like he owned the place.

“I didn’t expect to see you here, of all places. Shopping? How quaint. Are you really this desperate, or are you just looking to screw your way through every Alpha in town?”

Your breath caught in your throat, but you didn’t let it show. You’d long since learned to hide how his words affected you. Your chest tightened with frustration, but you pushed it aside.

“I’m not ‘screwing my way through anyone,’” you spat, refusing to let him see how much he still got under your skin.

He just chuckled, crossing his arms as if it amused him to see you struggle with this. “Sure you’re not. You used to pretend you were above all of that. But here you are, turning to men like them,” he sneered, his eyes flicking toward the door like he could already picture Toji and Sukuna in his head.

A cold wave of nausea hit you, but you forced yourself to stand firm. “You don’t know anything about me, Naoya. So save your judgments for someone who cares.”

His smile twisted further. “Oh, I know exactly what you’re about. I know exactly who you turn to when you’re desperate. Alphas like Toji, maybe?” He raised an eyebrow, voice dripping with venom. “But, of course, he’s a Zen’in failure, isn’t he? Hard to see how you could’ve gone from someone like me to someone like him.”

Your hands clenched at your sides, fingers digging into your palms to stop the trembling. “You don’t know shit about me, Naoya. Don’t ever talk about him like that.”

Before you could take another step, a shadow loomed over both of you. You didn’t even need to look up to know who it was, but the moment you heard the deep voice that sent your heart pounding, you felt a small spark of relief.

“You sure about that, Naoya?” Toji’s voice cut through the tension like a knife, low and dangerous.

You looked up, and there he was. Toji. His face was a mask of calm, but his eyes—his eyes were sharp, dangerous, and something in your chest tightened at the sight. Right behind him stood Sukuna, grinning, dark amusement in his eyes.

Naoya’s smug expression faltered for a moment before he forced a smile. “Toji. Sukuna. What’s up? Don’t tell me you’re actually fighting over this one. Pathetic.”

Sukuna’s grin widened, his voice dripping with mockery. “You talking about her like that? You really think you can walk around here and say whatever you want? Don’t forget where you are, little Zen’in.”

You barely had time to brace yourself before Toji decked him. The crack of the punch echoed through the store, and Naoya stumbled back, his face contorted in shock and pain as he clutched his jaw.

Sukuna was still grinning, watching with obvious amusement. “Hell yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. I didn’t think you had it in you, Toji.”

Toji stepped back, wiping his fist with his sleeve as he gave Naoya a cold look. “I’m done with you. You don’t talk about her like that. Ever.”

Naoya’s eyes burned with rage, but he didn’t take another step forward. He shot a final venomous look in your direction, his words sharp as glass. “You really let these losers fight over you? Pathetic. I was right about you.”

With that, Naoya turned on his heel and stormed off, leaving the three of you in silence.

For a moment, you just stood there, your heart hammering in your chest. The tension was thick—almost suffocating. You hated how Naoya had gotten to you, how his words still made your skin crawl. But there was something else now, something you couldn’t ignore.

Toji and Sukuna’s presence was overwhelming in the best—and worst—ways.

“You didn’t need to do that.” Your voice was low, shaky as you tried to ignore the heat flooding your cheeks. You couldn’t look them in the eye.

Toji was still breathing heavily, the anger in his expression slowly fading. “Yeah, I did. No one talks about you like that.”

Sukuna leaned in, his voice teasing. “You’re ours, remember? You think we’d let anyone talk down to you? Nah, babe. Not happening.”

You wanted to shout at them, tell them to back off, that you didn’t need them to protect you. But the truth was, deep down, a part of you liked it. A part of you couldn’t help but feel pleased that they cared enough to step in.

But you wouldn’t admit that. Not yet.

“Let’s just get out of here.” You muttered, already turning to head toward the door.

Toji’s voice followed you. “Yeah, let’s go. You’re with us now, and we’ll make sure no one ever treats you like that again.”

Sukuna laughed, dark and promising. “You’re not getting rid of us, sweetheart.”

You kept walking, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that the more you fought them, the more they would chase you.

And you weren’t sure if you hated it or wanted it.

You stepped out of the store, your head still buzzing with everything that had just happened. The rush of adrenaline, the sharp sting of anger that Naoya’s words had caused, and the unexpected relief of seeing Toji and Sukuna rush to your side, had your mind spinning in circles.

Toji and Sukuna flanked you as you walked out of the store, neither of them saying much but their presence still overwhelming. You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to all of this, but you weren’t about to let them see the effect they had on you.

“You okay?” Toji asked, his voice soft but laced with concern. His eyes were steady, a calmness about him that made you feel slightly safer, despite your reluctance.

You nodded, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “I’m fine. Just... didn’t expect that.” You paused, realizing how out of place this whole situation was. “Thanks, though. I really didn’t need your help, but...” You trailed off, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.

Sukuna laughed softly, his tone teasing but still somehow comforting. “Yeah, I bet you didn’t. But you didn’t exactly tell us to stay out of it, did you?”

You shot him a quick glance, half-expecting him to start that cocky grin, but instead, his expression softened. The usual swagger in his stance gave way to something more laid-back.

“You’re not wrong,” you muttered, exhaling deeply. “Guess I’ve got to thank you both.”

Toji gave a nonchalant shrug. “No need for thanks. It’s just what we do.” He glanced at Sukuna. “But hey, now that the tension’s broken, why don’t we get out of here? We’ve got a cabin nearby. A couple of drinks. No funny business, just a place to chill and talk. You’ve had a rough time today, and it’s the least we can do.”

You hesitated, the words no funny business ringing in your ears. They’d said it so casually, like you had nothing to worry about—but you weren’t sure if you should trust them.

You turned toward them, narrowing your eyes. “I don’t know... I’m not exactly looking for company right now, and I don’t want to get caught up in any of your nonsense.”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his smirk never wavering. “We’re not gonna bite. Just a drink, a couple of laughs... think of it as a peace offering for saving your ass.”

Toji added, his voice surprisingly calm, “You’ve been through a lot today. It wouldn’t hurt to unwind for a bit. Just relax, yeah?”

You paused, looking between them. They were so damn persistent, weren’t they? But it wasn’t like they were forcing you. They were being annoyingly considerate... in their own way. And, honestly, you could use a break from the tension that had been building inside you since you’d seen Naoya.

“Fine. But no funny business, remember?” You narrowed your eyes, giving them a pointed look.

Sukuna grinned, all teeth and confidence. “We’ll hold to that, sweetheart.”

You sighed, shaking your head, and the three of you walked toward their truck. As you got in, your mind wandered for a moment, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach. You didn’t want to admit it, but you couldn’t deny that you were curious about what their life was like. The whole cabin in the woods thing was different, and part of you was intrigued, despite the heat of the situation.

You hoped this wouldn’t end in disaster. But for now, you’d take it one step at a time. ~~~ The truck pulled up to the cabin, and as the engine turned off, the quiet of the woods enveloped you again. The place was nestled deep in the trees, the air fresh with the scent of pine and the distant hum of nature. You weren’t exactly sure what you had expected—maybe something rustic and old, or a bit more... chaotic. But this? It was surprisingly well-kept.

Toji and Sukuna led the way up to the porch, the soft glow of firefly lights hanging delicately from the rafters, giving the place an almost enchanting feel. You hadn’t expected this kind of charm, not from two men who spent their days being rough around the edges.

“After you,” Toji said, his hand gesturing toward the front door, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You hesitated for a second before stepping onto the porch, feeling the smooth wood beneath your feet. Sukuna had followed closely behind, and you could feel his gaze flicking over you every now and then, like he was trying to figure out what you were thinking.

As you crossed the threshold into the cabin, your eyes swept across the space. It wasn’t huge, but it was comfortable. Cozy even. The furniture was well chosen—dark leather couches that looked like they’d seen a lot of use, a large coffee table in the center of the room, and walls lined with wood, giving it a cabin feel but without the overwhelming rustic chaos you had been expecting.

To your surprise, the place was clean. Like, really clean. The floors gleamed as though someone took time to polish them, and there wasn’t a speck of dust in sight. It was almost too perfect for two men who seemed to live like they didn’t have a care in the world.

Sukuna gave a casual shrug as if reading your mind. “It’s not like we’re animals, you know.” He smirked, tossing his jacket over the back of a chair. “You’re probably thinking we live like pigs, right? Not our style.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying not to let your curiosity show too much. “I didn’t say anything.”

Toji chuckled, moving over to a small bar area, the shelves lined with bottles you’d never expect to find in a cabin this secluded. “You should’ve seen the place when we first moved in. Barely any furniture, a lot of half-finished projects. But... we made it work. Comfortable for us, and that’s all that matters.”

He poured himself a drink, the glass clinking against the counter as he handed you one without asking. “We don’t usually have company, but I think we can make an exception for you.”

You took the glass from him, reluctantly but not without some curiosity. The last thing you wanted to do was let them win, let them get under your skin, but part of you... was intrigued. You hadn’t expected to find them so... domestic. The way they moved around the cabin, the way they made sure you were comfortable, it was unexpected. It made something in your chest tighten, though you tried to ignore it.

Sukuna, always the bold one, flopped into the armchair, lounging back with a lazy smile. “Take a seat. Relax. We don’t bite... unless you want us to.”

You rolled your eyes, though the tension between you still lingered in the air. “I’m fine standing.”

Toji chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter as he took a sip of his drink. “You’ll be fine here. Trust me.”

You took a deep breath, trying to fight back the growing sense of... something in the pit of your stomach. This wasn’t the plan, and you sure as hell weren’t going to let them think it was. But the way they treated you, the way they spoke to you—it was different than what you were used to. They weren’t pushing, they weren’t forcing anything.

The drinks kept flowing, the amber liquid glistening in your glass as you took sip after sip, the burn of the alcohol slipping down your throat in a slow, warm cascade. You hadn’t realized how much you’d needed it until now—until you found yourself here, in their cabin, the soft buzz of alcohol loosening your tight grip on everything.

Toji was lounging back against the counter, casually throwing in his thoughts about whatever movie he had watched last, while Sukuna leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, a slight smirk curling his lips as he listened. The two of them went on, their voices low and casual, and you found yourself unwinding in a way you hadn’t expected.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed—an hour, two?—but the alcohol had done its job. You found yourself laughing at things you wouldn’t have normally, teasing them back with jokes that came easier than usual. Your walls, the ones you’d built so high to keep them out, were slowly crumbling. There was no more tension, no more animosity. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt like you could just... be.

But it wasn’t all carefree. Even with the alcohol lowering your guard, you were still keenly aware of their presence—how they watched you, how their eyes flickered between you, like they were both waiting for something. Something you weren’t ready to give. Not yet.

When you finally realized the room was swaying slightly, your glass was half-empty, and your vision was blurring at the edges, you made a feeble attempt to focus. But it was too late. The alcohol had completely overtaken you, your body finally giving in to its effects.

Toji noticed first. His eyes were sharp, even when relaxed. He saw you sway and caught you before you could even protest.

“Guess it’s time for bed, huh?” Toji’s voice was low, teasing, but there was something more gentle in his tone that made you pause. The sharpness that normally lurked under his words was gone.

You tried to protest, but your body didn’t listen. You didn’t have the strength to argue.

Sukuna’s gaze flickered toward you, and when you managed to lift your head, you saw a glimmer of something softer in his eyes.

“You alright?” Sukuna’s voice was rough but laced with concern, the usual playfulness gone.

You muttered something incoherent, shaking your head as you attempted to stand, but the world swam before you. Sukuna let out a low chuckle, but it wasn’t mocking. It was... warm, almost affectionate. He stood up and moved to your side, his hand gently at your back to steady you.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Sukuna said softly, as if sensing how overwhelmed you were, not just from the alcohol but from the whole evening.

Toji was already ahead of you, his large hand gripping the doorframe as he looked back at you with a raised brow. “Don’t think we’re taking you anywhere you don’t want to go,” he added, his tone lighter than before. “Just a place to sleep it off.”

You didn’t have the strength to argue, your thoughts too sluggish to process anything properly. You let them help you to your feet, Sukuna’s hand around your waist, supporting you as you swayed slightly in the silence. They moved you toward the guest room with surprising ease.

The room was simple, with a bed covered in soft, thick blankets. Toji and Sukuna guided you onto it gently, the comfort of the bed almost making you forget where you were. The cool sheets against your skin felt heavenly as they pulled the covers over you.

Sukuna, ever the one to smirk, leaned in with a wink. “Don’t think we’re going to take advantage of you just because you’ve had a drink. That’s not our style.”

Toji stood by the door, his eyes flicking to Sukuna before returning to you. “Sleep it off. We’ll be here when you wake up. No funny business.” He said it with a smirk, but there was a genuine protectiveness in his tone.

The last thing you heard before sleep overtook you was Toji’s voice, warm and calm. “Goodnight. Don’t worry about a thing.”

As your eyes fluttered closed, your mind was filled with the quiet comfort of their presence. Despite everything that had happened, despite the unresolved tension, they had kept their word. No funny business. Just... peace. You couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Taglist is always open for anyone! Just comment, send an ask, or a DM and I'll add you! Taglist: @tojislongshlong , @jaxawinchester , @ectomotive , @hishearttohave , @makingtimemine , @tojinxies Perma Tags: @thenightperson I almost feel bad for always making Naoya a villain but like, Toji.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

5 years later ghost posting from jason sweettooth williams: "In honor of Halloween and all things ghostly, here is the picture I took of a ghost from the stage of the Lyceum Theater on Broadway. I was on stage in the middle of tech and looked up and spotted this. I think about her often but especially tonight on Halloween! #happyhalloween #ghost #theater #bemorechill #broadway"

[jyunism]

bio amali: 8/10

• LP a lil bit sus…. a lil bit silly…. a lil bit goofy…..

[rh0mbus0fruin]

you can tell by the way certain animation reviewers talk (especially about the media they're discussing) that they used to be ex commentary/drama youtubers.

[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...?"

[ponett]

favorite things from Breaking Bad VR But The AI Is Self-Aware, aside from the obvious stuff like the music, the ending, and walt being haunted by the specter of the breaking bad poster:

in general, the stark difference between the people who clearly know the scenes and the actual lines from the show and the people who either don't know or don't care, and the way wayne has to roll with it and constantly shift between both styles

as one of the youtube comments put it, the way walt's agency is downplayed by the railroading of the plot and the way his most heinous acts (letting jane die, poisoning brock, etc.) are largely skipped over make many moments where characters turn on walt and attack him feel comically unprovoked, which makes it feel like the version of the story walt would tell to make himself look better

mining the giant crystal for meth

the fact that they made "drives an el camino" at least 70% of skinny pete's personality

the sudden extreme yellow filter that appears when they cross over the clearly marked mexico border

the bit where they straight up just play the saul goodman commercial from the show on jesse's tv via youtube, but then someone switches it to the "you're not a real lawyer" scene from better call saul and they're all just so caught off guard that they kinda just start watching the scene. and then they just ignore what chuck is saying about his brother and let the quality of the cinematography alone convince them to hire saul

hank suddenly appearing in the car for a split second when walt, jesse, and saul are driving back from the desert, and to avoid completely derailing the plot wayne just looks down and clutches his head and says "cancer did that"

jesse saying he can do anything walt can do better and playing the breakcore breaking bad theme remix and wayne just goes "damn! damn!" and starts dancing

the fact that there's an extra salamanca cousin to make them triplets for no particular reason

the whole jane subplot isn't depicted so the plane crash above walt's house becomes a complete non sequitur

baaulp referencing the spice curls

they skip over the events of fly, but the map references it by having a giant fly in the superlab, which is labeled with an arrow so you can't miss it

jesse's drug-fueled house party having this playing on loop in the background

the homoerotic moment walt has with one of the salamanca triplets at the party in mexico, and also the one he has later with saul

to sidestep the whole neo-nazi thing in their lighthearted gmod stream they instead give uncle jack a gang of clowns and an evil circus (playing off of the vamanos pest fumigation tents, i assume), clearly labeled Uncle Jack's Evil Circus

since they skip the whole train heist they just have drew sharp show up at vamanos pest looking for some tiddlywinks

everything that happens with huell when walt is trying to explain to saul that hank figured everything out

and, of course, saul being chased off by the undead chuck mcgill