#like he's not wrong but hes the farthest from actually doing those things and this shows hes pretty aware of that

[thankstothe]

man incapable of maintaining relationships or focusing on himself tells you to focus on yourself to connect with people

[yanderenightmare]

soft boyfriend headcanons with Gojo plez🥺

Gojo Satoru ! Boyfriend Headcanons

TW: tons of fluff ig, Set in a real-life au

fem reader

EARLY STAGES OF THE RELATIONSHIP

He’s not joking when he says it was love at first sight.

But, obviously, you brush him off as a total player.

Not convinced by his confession in the slightest, you reject him multiple times.

Like, come on… that’s the school’s number one pretty boy, known for having a new girl on his arm every other week or so. You have absolutely zero ambition of being one of them.

You laugh at all his silly gestures—dumb pick-up lines at parties, flowers, chocolates, and letters in your locker, flirty passerby compliments to and from in between classes. 

Oh, but then, cue the grandest of all gestures…

The public massive confession with banners, confetti, a lovesong in the background, and him with a megaphone in the middle of campus—professing his undying crush on you—down on both knees while begging you, “Please go out with me!”

You’ve never been more embarrassed in all your life. You feel like running away, but how could you say no in front of so many people?

And that’s how you end up on the first date with him.

He takes you to an amusement park.

You haven’t been in ages. It feels strange to be there on a date, older than any of the other kids you see running around with stressed parents on their heels.

It feels like a prank is being pulled. You’re waiting for the pig’s blood to fall. But halfway through, you somehow end up forgetting all about it.

To your surprise, Gojo actually seems like quite a genuine guy.

Sure, he’s more charm and flirt than deep conversation, but… you don’t know… there’s something really amazing about him too…

He doesn’t do anything inappropriate. 

The farthest he goes is holding your hand when pulling you along to the next rollercoaster. And asks to have a taste of your ice cream. He tells you that you have to name the plushie he won for you, Satoru—then pokes fun at how he tricked you into finally calling him by his first name.

It's funny, but you’d always thought Satoru was a pigheaded jerk, but it turns out he’s actually just a silly boy.

And there’s something really endearing about it.

It scares you at first—how fast and easily you fell in love with him.

You hadn’t wanted to—scared he’d drop you like he’d done all those other girls who came before you.

But then you find out—he hasn’t really dated anyone at all—all rumors made by those obsessed with him.

Sure, he’s been confessed to plenty of times, but he’s not about to jump into a relationship with girls he’s never even seen before.

That would be crazy.

“In all honesty, girls like that kinda scare me…”

You realize your perception of Gojo Satoru couldn’t have been any more wrong.

And you only stand to be corrected again and again the more you get to know him better.

He’s the boy version of “I’m not like other girls”

He doesn’t like meat, he likes sweets—for every meal. It’s concerning. 2 am convenience store runs are a constant occurrence with him. It’s a wonder he’s got the body he has—it’s that boy metabolism.

At parties, he doesn’t drink beer, he’ll drink little syrupy things instead. Oh, and jello shots. If they’re all gone, bet that most of than are in Gojo’s stomach.

But he doesn’t need to be drunk to be clingy and cuddly and needy and not afraid to show it. However, he does get sloppier after drinking—all but draping you with his entire weight, kissing any part of you he can get his lips on.

He confesses his love for you every day, hugs you every time he sees you, then whines about how he’s missed you—even when it’s just been a handful of hours since the last time you saw each other.

When Geto tells the two of you to get a room, Satoru only looks at him sourly and sticks his tongue out—blowing raspberries like a child.

And probably the most surprising…

He loves anime and manga.

Which isn’t really too much of a surprise in and of itself, only… you didn’t realize the extent of his love. In fact, it’s better called an obsession.

He isn't a cool guy at all...

He's a total nerd!

The first time you see his dorm room—it’s a total mess!

Manga literally litters the floor and bed, even the tall bookshelf he has is prop full.

What’s even more surprising is that Shonen Jump isn’t in the majority. No, it’s Shōjo.

He tells you his favorite anime is Ouran High School Host Club and insists you watch it with him. 

He sings the entire intro almost every single time—sometimes even the outro.

He says he identifies with the main character—which he obviously feels is Tamaki.

“You’d make a cute Haruhi, though—we should cosplay for Halloween~”

And he’s not even joking. He’s bought the costumes before you even agree.

Of course, no one understands who the two of you are supposed to be—dressed in the same school uniforms like two twins.

You also discover his harbored hatred for horror manga. Junji Ito gives him nightmares.

Though you managed to get him to read Death Note after pushing it on him for months.

He’s so cute—his only takeaway isn’t about the juxtaposing philosophies or any of the moral dilemmas but how “Suguru is so Light, and I’m definitely L.”

You find he’ll always do that—dib characters, almost always the main one.

It's a habit that reminds you of childhood, but it seems more than instinctual for Satoru. You don’t think he’ll ever grow out of it.

When he tells you he wants to be a teacher, you look at him with moon-big eyes.

He’s never seemed any interested in school—his grades are subpar, if not worse.

He never studies. There are no textbooks or the like on his desk, just more figurines and comics, as well as a dusty gaming station.

But when you take a second to think about it, the more it actually makes sense.

He's strangely great with kids. The girls all squeal over his charm, while the boys all cheer over his coolness.

You tell him he’ll be a great teacher, and he proposes to you on the spot.

SOME TIME INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

Obviously, you didn’t marry him back then. But you did finally accept being his girlfriend.

You live together now. Which is nice—not so different from living with your best friend.

Movie nights with candy and drinks—you’ve managed to sway him over to enjoy whine.

Rearranging things at home on a whim—often ending with a stupid layout—couch in the kitchen, where it will stay for a couple of days before you both find the energy to move it back.

You go shopping together and often end up buying things that don’t at all fit with the rest of the stuff at home—artwork, pillows, silly little decorations you just couldn’t leave the store without.

You share a lot of clothes too—hoodies, shirts, sweaters. Which he just loves.

He’s always gushing over you when you wear something he wore the day before.

He’s an ok cook. He can make the basics—wok, curry, ramen. His onigiri is never anything to post about, but hey, at least he actually cooks!

The clean-up is well… never small.

It doesn’t help that he’s always so sleepy after a proper meal, he just tugs you along to bed without putting the washer on.

Sleeping with you in his arms—all limbs tangled around you.

It’s funny, but you’d think with such a clingy lover-boy like Satoru, he’d come with a side of jealousy, but truly, you’ve never ever once seen that shade on him.

He’s excellent with all your friends and colleagues, even old friends and boyfriends you run into.

Instead of jealousy, he has this air of total ease—a certain smugness in a sense—as if there is nothing to worry about.

It's a trust that he puts in you—a quality that makes him seem so mature even when he often acts anything but.

Being with Satoru is strange. You often forget how old the two of you are. Somehow, he still acts the same way he did when he was in high school.

Taking you on amusement park dates, or to the movies to watch a children's film, or for ice cream in the park like you’re still teenagers.

He did end up becoming a teacher, though. Gojo Sensei.

Sometimes, he makes you call him that in the bedroom.

He teaches at the same high school you went to. He even brought home a girl’s uniform for you to wear.

You told him he was crazy if he thought you’d agree to that, but then… it was his only birthday wish. 

“You’re just as cute as you were back then—I can’t believe you’ve stuck with me all this time—I love you so much—”

Ten years older, and he really hasn’t aged much at all... 

Sometimes, he still cums in his pants after dry-humping.

Surprisingly, he really pulled his act together to teach both physics and gymnastics while sometimes subbing for philosophy.

It’s crazy, but he actually manages to make physics fun for the students. Several of them, even after graduation, still keep in touch.

It almost feels like the two of you already have kids.

But, of course, it’s nothing compared to when you actually see those two blue lines signaling your pregnancy.

You’re alone in the bathroom, rereading the instructions over and over. 

You hadn’t wanted to tell Satoru—he’d only insist on watching you pee and being there for the entirety of it. But now that you know for certain it wasn’t just a hunch, you really wished he was in there with you.

“TORU!” you yell.

You hear the struggle of slippery steps as he rushes, coming bursting inside in seconds. “What!?! What is it?! Are you okay?!?”

You only hold up the pregnancy test you’d kept secret you’d bought.

His eyes are as wide as they’d been when you’d agreed to move in with him.

“We’re pregnant?” he all but cheers.

The smile that erupts on his face is nothing short of ecstatic as he kneels before the toilet you’re sitting on, hands holding your thighs as he buries his face between them, chanting “Oh my god, ohmygod, omigod—” between kisses. “You’re serious? We’re really pregnant?”

When he looks up, he’s crying. “That’s so great—”

You have to cup his face in your hands for him not to fall apart.

And the sight is all so reassuring, you have to laugh through the tears on your own face.

You spent the entire day in bed. Satoru with his cheek against your belly and arms wrapped around you, and you with your hands running through his hair as you both discuss baby names.

Surprisingly, it had come as a complete surprise. Not just being pregnant, but the entire gist of it—having kids. 

Both of you have been so wrapped up in each other for the longest time—the thought of any other party had been completely lost.

On the other hand, you haven’t even gotten married yet.

Satoru doesn’t even have a ring, but he proposes to you then anyway.

And even though it’s so impromptu you have to laugh, you still say yes.

After all, you haven’t been able to imagine your life without Satoru for a long time.

Actually, you can’t even remember ever living a life without him.

♡ GOJO SATORU masterlist ♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN masterlist

[lavender-phoenix-flames]

Wei wuxian: the protagonist of all time

One of the many things I love about wei wuxian is that how great of a protagonist he is (quite a long post) :

Wei wuxian is introduced as a villian that gets resurrected but as the story progresses we see that he is actually a naturally heroic person, who did his best to do the right thing and survive the unfair, unjust and classist system.

He is very self aware, confident, charming, charismatic, handsome and competent. He has a very healthy self esteem, high emotional intelligence and he is a renowned genius, a prodigy. He is also amazingly observant, perceptive, a logic driven person, a quick thinker. He is so calculated in everything he does and reasonable too. He isn't impulsive or reckless rather he thinks all his actions through, considers the consequences and then takes action. He isn't oblivious either (anyone who thinks otherwise go read the book again).

Above mentioned traits are something you don't usually find in protagonists that often and it's refreshing to see a character so greatly skilled and intelligent in all ways yet so humble, sweet, kind, free spirited, full of life and selfless (selfless not self sacrificing). Usually any other character with his level of greatness would have been arrogant about it, but wwx is different. He has not only attempted the impossible but successfully achieved it, not once but multiple times, yet he knew his limits and shortcomings well, even when he was the strongest he never thought himself invincible/omnipotent, he never thought anyone above or below him.

He is so misunderstood both by the world he lives in and the fandom. Being orphaned at a young age, surviving living on the streets, being raised in a abusive household, scapegoated, backed into the farthest corner, having being into worst of situations, where his beliefs, his own life and life of his loved ones are threatened, having limited options where it is either forsake yourself or other innocent ones, he chooses the former. It isn't self sacrificial if he didn't have any other option, cuz other option is just betrayal of his self and morals.

And at the end he is just as human as any of us if not more. He has his flaws, his trauma, his sufferings, his dark days and moments where he wasn't himself but he never let it hold him back, dictate his life. He seeked revenge on those who wronged him, even in his darkest days he knew the limits of violence he can commit. Never regretted any of his actions, if he did he moved on quickly.

At the end there really isn't anyone like him, he isn't perfect but he is ideal, he is someone who we should learn from and strive to be. For me this is how an ideal protagonists should be, not only is he lovable, admirable, and deserving of immense respect, he is someone we can all be, it isn't impossible.

[wroteclassicaly]

I would love a little blurb about Eddie comforting us after getting laid off. Because naturally our self-worth took a huge hit, but our sweet boy is always there to lift us up.

This is actually pretty close to one of my current situations. Not the getting laid off part, but struggling at work. So I can definitely relate! And I hope you’re okay as well? Thanks for sending this in!

❤️

Warnings: Some angst and sadness, hurt/comfort. But then fluff and sweetness!

You didn’t call Eddie like you usually did before leaving work. He drives you and picks you up, yes, but you always want to meet for coffee before going back home. To say he’s shocked when you walk into the apartment and literally throw your purse across the room, that’s an understatement of the year. He’s cautious, like a small piece of prey in the jungle, whereas you’re the lion. Neither of you really believe in walking on eggshells, but he can tell something is seriously wrong when he finally gets on socked feet into your eye-line.

Your makeup is already smeared around your eyelashes, your nose is snotty, and you’re sniffling, staring at the wall behind him, angry at even the chipped paint. He knows this look, he’s perfected this look. Actually, he thinks this look might’ve rubbed off on you. Fear of showing vulnerability. Eddie is gentle in his coaxing, hardwood creaking beneath his footfalls.

You permit his close range, allowing him to take your hands in his. However, you don’t squeeze back, and he’s worried. “Hey, stubborn chin, you wanna look at me?”

No answer. He searches with those eyes of his, anxiety spilling over a little. He remembers that you’re here and you’re safe, so everything else is fixable. His fingers find yours to clasp, before they’re sliding in taps down the sleeve of your blouse, along your forearm, finding your shoulder blade to squeeze. You sway into him and fold into his beckoning embrace.

It takes some muffled sobs before Eddie can get you onto the couch and on his lap, his palm gently easing your face away from the cove of his curls. Looking into his eyes presses in on your guts, seeing the acceptance and love. You begin to spill through sobs.

“They laid me off. After everything, can you believe it? Four years and they decided I’m disposable. Now what are we gonna do? I’m such a fucking loser. I’m - I’m…”

The self-berating, the negativity. How it angered you when Eddie did it, and he can see why. But you’re not the enemy, you’re hurting. It’s not some random person Eddie would gladly clock the shit out of that’s saying this, it’s you. And that’s worse.

He’s shaking his head multiple times, curls bouncing. He clasps your cheeks in his palms, coolness of his rings pressing into your skin, soothing. Theres a burning intensity that draws your attention like a moth to a flame. “Listen to me when I tell you, I know what a loser looks like, sweetheart. I came from the balls of one. And you’re the farthest thing from it. You know that they messed up laying you off. As for what we’re gonna do? I can more than take care of you if you need to take a break, or even if you don’t want to go back to work some place.”

You settle, letting your ring finger wrap around a curl. That small diamond is perched there, reminding you of what’s important, what you have that a job can’t extinguish. You’re quiet, before speaking again. “But… Eddie, our wedding —“

“ — Is almost paid for. So just relax, baby. Be a bride, spend some time with the girls. Let me worry about money for a while. You just be you, which is absolutely fucking perfect the way that you are.”

“What if I turn into a couch potato, Ed’s?” You’re starting to grin a little, Eddie knowing you needed this break more than anything. Time to be a person again.

Eddie thumbs as your tears, pokes your nose. “Then you’ll be my favorite little spud.”

[magicaldragons]

analysing varadha's psyche

a deep dive into the workings of his mind

varada, because of his childhood, has always seen love as something to be worthy of, given to those who either have inherent value or have earned it.

and even though he instinctually knows, deep down, that deva will protect him, and trusts deva to come when he calls, it still shocks him when deva does goes to extremes or places varadha's regard over his own.

he definitely doesn't understand it, especially with his own view of himself; and everytime deva shows up for him, he has the thought 'this is the farthest deva will go for me' and is proven wrong each time.

but we see him grow familiar with deva's loyalty and devotion to him, with the more time he spends in deva's presence, which leads us to our next point:

2. varadha does not ask for things, because he's faced disappointment enough. he's tired of not receiving or being able to hold onto that which he wishes for – and it's led him to a point where he cannot imagine the privilege of 'wanting' anything for the sake of it.

this is very common in those who have been raised in an unhealthy environment or have had a deficit of love or safety – he's had to tell himself "no" so often, that he finds it very hard to ask for things.

which is why it's also very fitting that deva understands him so well, and can anticipate what he needs, even before varadha has to figure out how to ask.

we see varadha get more comfortable towards the end of the movie though, where after they've fought together, he says he wants the kingdom.

he doesn't phrase it as a request to deva specifically, it's more of a goal for himself. but the fact that he has this desire, and wants something specific, tells us that he finally feels secure enough to think beyond survival and safety.

3. in the present, he carries out all duties as king solely because he is obligated to. it is definitely not something his heart is in.

even when he asked for the throne, it was WITH deva by his side, right after the adrenaline rush of fighting side by side with him.

otherwise, varadha had actually given up a while before the ceasefire, just wanting to make sure the people around him would be safe, even if he died:

when rudra touched his mukku poga again, he had been completely capable of fighting back, but he'd lost all will to. the only thing that changed his mind – the only thing that had made him not only want to live, but want to strive for more – was the chance that he would get to have it and simultaneously have Deva next to him as well.

now that deva is gone, and their relationship messed up, he knows deep down, that none of this is really worth it, but he forges ahead because the responsibility of a kingdom has fallen to him, and if not him, it will end up in the hands of those who hate him and would do worse things to him than death.

3. varadha does not like calling deva 'devaratha' (the only time we've heard him say 'devaratha,' is when they were at the gate, for official purposes)

he still calls him 'deva' in the present, even though they're not on good terms, especially after deva hurt him seven years ago

he clearly cannot bring himself to call the other anything other than 'deva,' which implies a complete refusal to distance himself from deva anymore than he already has.

4. he's very self-disciplined and very resolute when he decides to be. once he has made a decision, he's not intimidated and cannot be threatened into doing the opposite, which also makes him very loyal once he's devoted himself to a cause.

his father definitely tried multiple methods to get the truth out of varadha, but we know that varadha stayed silent and never revealed anything that could put deva in danger, even to the people he trusts with his own life.

[bolithesenate]

Blorbo timetravel and/or Dooku takes over the agricorps 👀

hehehehe

yeah, blorbo timetravel is exactly what it says on the can

all the blorbos randomly wake up in their padawan bodies (theres some attempted murder on Jo's side and some snarkyness on Sy's -- as well as genral mopyness from dooku)

“On a scale of one to ten,” Jocasta was visibly struggling to hold the – much too big and heavy for her current form – saber aloft, “How murderous towards Jedi are you feeling right now?” Yan blinked. “Uh,” he squeaked out, “Three?” “Wrong answer!” She lifted the saber even higher, ready to strike him down. “What even is the right answer?!,” the Jedi-turned-Sith-turned-Initiate wailed as he stumbled back out of range of her rather uncoordinated slashes. “Not karking three!” Her young voice was full of age-inappropriate vitriol as she immediately took chase, slashing up several mattresses and a goodly portion of the wooden tiles on the floor in the process. Yan was busy evading her, though not busy enough to shut the kark up. “What do you want from me, woman?! Should I have said more? Is that what you want?!?”

Jocasta let out an incoherent scream of outrage. “Actually,” Sifo from his bean bag in the farthest corner from their little two-man guerilla war said, “I think the correct amount she was looking for would be zero. If you truly were wondering.” “That’s not even on the scale!,” the immediate protest came – because of course it did. Far be it from Yan to just accept something. Sifo sighed.

they then decide that the only valid way to deal with all those feelings is to take over serenno (for plot reasons, you know how it is) and because they need more people they also kidnap Arath and Lorian with them

it then becomes a wonderful story about how the ideal count of serenno is five jedi padawans in a coat.

and also about how Arath's innate head-exploding powers (that are legends canon) (at least to me) can and will save the galaxy

and dooku takes over the agricorps is...

well, also what it says on the tin. i really like to give straight-forward wip titles. most of the time.

the thing that gets dooku to leave the order is not a message about how bad serenno is doing, but a message on how bad the agricorps is doing

and that simply cannot be permitted to continue

cue him using his resting bitch face powers and also all the embezzled tax money he's stealing from Ramil for good :3

featuring, how else could it be, a dear OC of mine: Sisviker Ninedi, the most harrowed spokesperoson of the agricorps

Dooku observed Corpsmember Ninedi with rapt attention.

So far he had realized three major things about the young theelin.

One, they were absolutely overworked and were lucky to be able to rely on the Force to supplement where sleep and nerves lacked - otherwise they would probably be nothing more than a wandling stress-ulcer. Her for her species unusually dull skin and pale hair hinted on a chronic lack of sleep and essential nutrients. That wouldn't do. Definitely something he'd have to monitor. Two, they were, even with all the stones life tossed onto her path, an incredibly efficient worker. From what he'd seen from her previous track record, Ninedi had always managed, through a very balanced combination between licking the right boots and firmly defending her point when needed, to ensure that the AgriCorps at least didn't suffer any losses with the deals she cut. With the right guidance and a proper sleep schedule Dooku was sure they'd make a formidable spokesperson for the Corps. And three, that she and Rael were never, under any circumstances, to be allowed to meet, lest they wanted to seal the destruction of the Republic in a giant glittery trash fire.

[peaches2217]

In my verse, when it comes time for Expectant Mareach™️, Peach is adamant that the baby is a boy whereas Mario is confident that the baby is a girl, and they bicker over it constantly. When they get the anatomy scan, the doctor prints a picture of the baby that clearly shows the sex, but they don’t want to see it yet. They actually have Toadsworth look first. Toadsworth takes one look, immediately starts crying, and hands it back to them. And that’s how they find out they’re having a girl.

So with that said I would like to deliberately provoke your Expectant Mareach brain and ask how that same scenario plays out in your head: what are their thoughts leading up to finding out their baby is a girl? How do they find out? What are their respective reactions?

Live footage of me waiting for your answer:

A quick warning: I'm pretty sure you've already heard all of this, so forgive me if I'm being redundant here. But I've got strong feelings about this scenario.

More under the cut!

When Mario was younger, he had a very vivid picture of his future: he would go into a successful career (didn’t matter what career, just anything he loved and was good at), meet a beautiful girl, give her a wedding fit for a queen, and have nine kids together, the first of whom would be a little girl that looked just like her mother. (Luigi would always have to remind him that the first order of business was choosing what sort of career he wanted, and then the rest would come later. Telling him to take a deep breath and lower his standards, of course, never worked.)

That old twenty-year plan is the farthest thing from his mind when Peach is getting prepped for her second-trimester scan. For that matter, they haven’t really discussed the matter of gender at all lately. The anxiety has been getting to Peach; her mother fell fatally ill while expecting her, and though she was ultimately born without complications, she’s scared to death that something will be wrong with their baby. What if it’s inherited the mystery illness that claimed her mother’s life? What if it has a bad heart or bad lungs or bad everything? What if there’s no heartbeat at all? What if nothing’s even there and those little ticklish movements she’s been feeling in her belly are all figments of her imagination?!

She knows most of these fears are illogical, and that if anything is wrong they’ll be able to address it quickly, so she’s been doing her best not to make a big deal of it… but she’s pregnant and hormonal and emotions are running high as is, Mario knows she’s struggling. He’s anxious too, but mostly the good, excited-type anxious, because his gut tells him everything’s okay, and his gut is rarely wrong! So he focuses his energy and efforts into keeping her calm until they have definitive answers.

The nurse is quick to assure Peach that her baby looks perfectly healthy. Everything looks and sounds like it’s supposed to at this stage! Peach’s fears melt into joy, and she finally stops constricting the blood flow in Mario’s hand, and he’s playfully reminding her that “I told you! You know Mario’s always right!” when the nurse asks Peach if she’d like to get a closer look at her.

Keyword: her.

“Her?”

“Her.” The nurse brings the screen closer to the pair, a congratulatory smile on her face. “Seems we’re looking at a little girl.”

Peach is so thrilled, eagerly chatting and commentating as the nurse reviews the sonogram with her, but it all fades into a background hum for Mario. He doesn’t even know he’s zoned out, much less why. He watches and listens and smiles, but there’s so many thoughts and feelings fighting for dominance in his head that they all cancel each other out, and even by the time they leave, all he can feel is numb.

Peach, naturally, picks up on this, and she pulls Mario into some shadowy corridor to ensure he’s alright. It’s only then, alone in relative darkness with his wife as she speaks softly and clasps her hands over his, that he’s able to pinpoint what’s got him so dazed. Didn’t he once daydream the same scenario as a kid? He’d dreamed of falling in love, a wedding fit for a queen, a baby girl — and here he is all these years later, a consort to a literal queen — his wife, l’amore della sua vita — and she’s carrying a baby girl. Their daughter.

This is about as literal as “a dream come true” can get.

Peach once more asks if he’s alright, and rather than answer, he stands on his toes to pull her into an embrace. He still can’t think too clearly, and he’s still feeling far too many things at once; all that comes out of his mouth when he tries to speak is “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” and there’s a few tears trickling down his cheeks, and he thinks he might be shaking a little bit, but however chaotic his innermost workings are right now, he knows he’s happy.

[henrysglock]

Mother is God, In The Eyes of a Child

This has got to be my farthest-fetched theory, and its more of a collection of observations that weave together than an actual theory. However...there's something distinctly weird about all this.

It started here:

Max steps on spider egg sacs in Vecna's mind lair, and the babies spill out.

"If there's a spider, you're never gonna find it 'till it lays eggs and the babies spill out"

Then Vecna killing Patrick while looking distinctly like a spider on a web, a direct comparison to those black widows.

And I talked in the discord chat talking with Em for a while like. They. They wouldn't. Right? And I've been sitting here thinking about the last time I said "they wouldn't...right?" So here we go.

"Of course you have a mother. You couldn't really have been born without one."

But Mama is dead...

just like One doesn't exist.

And whoever you are, either you aren't home (which, you're "Terry's daughter" in Terry's home which was decorated for you in hopes that you'd come home 🤨)...or you aren't Terry's daughter.

but wait: Mr. Mom? Perfect!

Mr. Mom...which leads straight to the lab going haywire:

Because of the Mind Flayer, who we know is (most likely) a version of Edward.

And "sleepyhead" is a parent thing...but it's specifically a mom thing, and it comes from the guy who's likely Edward. Why are you, as a man, so distinctly mother?

And so I'm looking at all of his God coding:

And I'm looking at his talk of spiders, particularly black widows, being the gods of our world:

There's also this particular dialogue parallel with Carrie's mother:

As well as Black Widow "God of Our World" 001 and Henry "Sensitive (Gay) Child" Creel, framed this way in back to back shots.

One of them has the rainbow flag and the other's got the black widow spider, makes sense...right? (Sure. Except not really.)

He also has a ton of God coding in his music choices:

Except, when we look at the songs he alone or he and El are overlaid with...Akhnaten is functionally a mezzo-soprano. In the pieces we hear specifically, Akhnaten sings in the same range or higher than Nefertiti.

Which then gets me thinking about the Silent Hill parallels (that Em has talked about here), and specifically this one line of dialogue from Dahlia:

And the fact that every single black widow spider reference regarding Henward/Vecna/001 has been about female black widows, never male ones:

As well as a good portion of his rant being about:

- Being vaguely broken (what's wrong with him is never said) - His kinship with spiders (specifically the female black widows) - Society's oppressive made-up rules - Being forced to pretend (unspecificed as to what, exactly, he's pretending about...all we get is "a silly, terrible play") - Reproduction

Then the fact that Vecna kind of has a thing for showing up as mothers:

And on top of all that...the fact that Vecna somehow lost his dick along the way. Where did it go????????

There's also all the birthing and reproduction imagery that goes along with the UD, most blatantly in the scene where El crawls out of the same hole the Demogorgon came through:

As well as these movies from the ST4 Movie Board:

Ace Ventura Pet Detective: Finkle has a sex change to assume a new identity and seek vengeance.

Let The Right One In: Vampire girl who is really a boy being forced to live as a girl

Sleepaway Camp: Girl named Angela who is actually a boy named Peter being forced by his aunt to live as a girl after his twin sister (the real Angela) was killed in an accident. (Wibble knows more about this one than I do, but I'm staring at Peter Ballard and all of our Angela's parallels to the lab)

Splice: Female Human-Animal hybrid "dies" (is actually in a coma) and undergoes a spontaneous sex change to male and proceeds to go berserk.

Silence of the Lambs: Main villain is a blonde, wavy-haired cross-dressing serial killer.

And then with the parallels to Room (even if it isn't on the ST4 Movie Board):

Plus Will's Alan Turing poster and the castration stuff that goes along with that..and the "Henry" that shows up behind him:

What in the gender is going on here?

[tokiwarcube]

Hello!! I've been DROWNING in how good you write but I noticed you don't write Murderface a lot (my poor man😔😔)

I was wondering if you could do some ns/fw hcs with a fem!reader? No k1nks in particular, I'll leave you free choice 👀 (If you don't do fem, I'll settle for a GN!)

Thank you and have a great continuation of your day/night❤

Wowee, thank you so much my love! I will say that the influx of Murderface lovers in my inbox has opened my eyes to this man's lovability -- hopefully that's been reflected in the wave of MF content that's followed your initial message! (: I had quite a bit of fun with this one, so do enjoy!

Some harder kinks mentioned: Knife play, light asphyxiation, pegging, mild bondage, light degradation, voyeurism, edging, overstimulation, and more. I will admit that I was in a Fun mood when I wrote this, so this is a bit more sub-face leaning -- feel free to prod me a bit if you want a bit more of his dominant side! <3 AFAB reader, all below the cut. Enjoy!

Despite the constant ribbing from the guys — and the scathing words of the media — Murderface is just about the farthest thing from a virgin. Fame of his magnitude comes with a certain… privilege… in that regard. But that doesn’t mean that his extensive experience in bed has left any sort of lasting impression on what he actually wants. Sure, he’s getting off, but there’s not a whole ‘lot of room to experiment in a quick fuck with a groupie that frankly, he doesn’t trust.

This is to say — he has very grand ideas about what he likes, but he’s hardly had the chance to properly explore those thoughts. Which is very, very fun when you get into a proper relationship with him.

He too has very rigid ideas about what he’s supposed to enjoy as a — “very schtraight, not gay at all” — man. When you first start talking about sex, he’s all about the hard kinks. Real rough, machismo. But the second you tell him how pretty he is, how good he makes you feel, he’s rolling over like a puppy.

Don’t get me wrong — he’s still a switch… he just leans a little bit more towards submission. The man very much wants to be loved, and while the trust and adoration in your eyes as you let him trace his favorite knife down your sternum makes his heart swell beyond anything he ever thought possible… sometimes it’s just nice to hear it, too.

He loves being tied down, completely at your mercy. A pleasurable torture, left bound and panting, unable to pull away from your will. Edge him and make him beg for release, or overstimulate him and revel in the pitching of his voice as he falls into incoherence — or stride from one into the other, if you’re feeling a bit wicked.

That being said, he has a thing for cruelty slathered in affection — lathe over his wounds with love, and he’s putty in your hands. Dip your biting degradation in a bit of praise, however condescending it might be, and you’ll have your pretty little slut’s eyes rolling back in his head.

He loves the view that comes with being ridden, especially when he’s tied down on his back. He’d be your personal toy all day, with a view like that.

And while it takes a lot of trust and conversation… the day you get him to bottom is the day he becomes a certified strapslut. He didn’t realize what a fucking treat it is to bottom, and while he would never admit it in front of anyone else, he fucking lives for it.

He has a propensity to ramble in bed — he is delightfully sensitive, and the barest of touches makes his brain fuzzy and lips loose. And the things that fall from his mouth are positively filthy. In the heat of the moment, he is the best fucking dirty talker by pure virtue of the fact that his filter is just gone.

But don’t forget, he is indeed a switch, and nearly everything done unto him will end up coming straight back unto you.

Knife play, asphyxiation, mild bondage (he prefers heavier material like rope, on both parties), degradation, edging, overstimulation… the list goes on! He struggles to give praise himself, but he absolutely eats it up like nobody’s business.

And while he doesn’t indulge in it too often, he has quite the penchant for mutual masturbation. It’s less about the “mutual” part, and more about watching you get yourself off — one of his biggest fantasies is to watch you in secret. Maybe one day he’ll ask about it, but until then he’s more than happy to watch you work yourself to the precipice, just inches away from him. He’s always tempted to cum first, just so he can watch you spread his cum against your glistening pussy before cumming yourself.

This being said — his favorite places to cum are 1.) On your face, or 2.) Against your spread pussy. Both sights are enough to get him hard again immediately.

He has full body orgasms, lurching forward and arching with a strangled cry. And oh, his cock twitches like no other in the aftermath, wracked with little aftershocks that leave him shaking and panting, redfaced and slack jawed. He’s very pretty, and I highly encourage you to tell him such.

[iwachansfavoritealien]

The "kawa" Issue - A Seijoh4 Short Story

Rating - Teen and up audiences 💛

Matsukawa Issei stepped into the Volleyball gym of Aoba Johsai High, marking the first day of his high school Volleyball career. The gym was remarkably bigger than what he had back in middle school, but Aoba Johsai was a rather elite school - to put it lightly - so Matsukawa supposed it's normal.

You see, Matsukawa never was one who "lived off of" playing Volleyball, so to speak. He wasn't one of those obsessive people who practically threw themselves around, working themselves beyond their limits, going above and beyond everything to master the sport like nothing else mattered. Don't get him wrong, he loves Volleyball, he plays well, but just for fun. Whether or not he makes it to regulars here, won't bother him much. So he wasn't really nervous about today.

It seemed like, even though a coach wasn't present, or that apparantly half of the team hasn't arrived yet, the guys who were present were already doing some drills; passing, serving and some even practicing quicks and blocking. Matsukawa's eyes sweeped across the gym to land on three other first-years, clad in green tracksuits like him, different from the rest - by the benches. Two were sitting together on the farthest bench, having some sort of an argument. One had chocolate brown near perfect silk-like hair styled into cowlicks - that he probably spends a decent amount of hair products on - that fell across his milky forehead like those models on fashion magazines, while the other, slightly tanner, had spiky jet black short hair and an impressive scowl etched across his face. Matsukawa couldn't make out the words, but it seemed like Spiky was lecturing Cowlicks, who kept pouting and sending jabs back.

The other was a pink-haired guy who was watching the bickering lovebirds with mild interest and, since Matsukawa was doing the same thing, he went to sit beside Pinkie.

"Hey Pinkie." Matsukawa sat and put his bag down. Pinkie whipped around, and a smirk broke across his face. Matsukawa could feel the all too familiar tug at his lips, forming his own smirk in return.

"Hey there Eyebrows," Pinkie wiggled his pink eyebrows, causing Matsukawa to snort. "It's Matsukawa actually."

"Alright, Matsukawa Eyebrows. Nice to meet ya. It's Hanamaki by the way."

"Nice to meet ya too, Hanamaki Pinkie."

They both grinned at each other, eyes shining with matching mirth. Matsukawa was pretty sure he has never met Pinkie before, but the banter came so easily, he could've known the guy forever.

"...kawa I'm telling you-"

Matsukawa started, pretty sure that someone called him, but when he scanned around the gym, no one was looking at him. huh.

"Hey, why so jumpy?" Pinkie grinned. "Though I could totally understand if I triggered your gay awakening," he winked.

Matsukawa chuckled. "Nah, figured that out a long time ago." He shot another searching look around the gym, to no avail. "Just thpught someone called me, must've misheard."

"Ah. I see. Someone was probably talking about getting their eyebrows dyed pink."

"Can't imagine why anyone would." Matsukawa said with a shit-eating grin.

"Why indeed." Pinkie laughed, then gestured at Spiky punching Cowlicks' arm. "What's up with those two anyway? The unresolved sexual tension is driving me mad, and I've only been here for like five minutes."

"Wouldn't be the first time two "bros" had skulls too thick to realize they just wanna jump each other," Matsukawa deadpanned.

"Or maybe they already kissed and they think its just a friendship kiss or something," Pinkie mused.

"Like completely straight bro pals."

"No homo."

"Just bromo."

"Dude."

"Pal."

"My man."

"Gay? Neer heard of it. We just homies."

"And we were roomies. Roomies my ass."

"It's a nice ass," Matsukawa chirped back, causing Pinkie to laugh.

"...sikawa!"

Matsukawa started again. Is he hearing things or did it sound like-

"Oi," Pinkie poked him. "Is that imaginary guy talking about eyebrows again?"

"...kinda."

"Stupidkawa, will you just-"

This time, Pinkie heard it too, because he stilled next to Matsukawa.

"...what the fuck was that?"

"I don't know man, no one's ever insulted me like that before." Matsukawa is someone with an incredible sense of humour, alright. He could always appreciate a good joke, would rather kill time planning a prank that will end him up in jail tahn doing his homework, memorizes more memes than Ed Sheeran has followers on instagram. Still, he had no idea how someone from Aoba Johsai other than Pinkie knew his name and fucking edited it into snappy nicknames that were getting more and more concerning by the second.

"Assikawa!"

Pinkie bursts into laughter, and so does Matsukawa, although still very confused. Assikawa, really? What's next?

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

The names got rather creative throughout practice.

Matsukawa also learnt that Pinkie was Hanamaki Takahiro, Spiky was Iwaizumi Hajime, and Cowlicks was Oikawa Tooru.

"Assikawa" "Trashykawa" "Idiotkawa" "Lazykawa" "Crappykawa" "Shittykawa"

Matsukawa never believed in ghosts. Yet, he wondered if the gym was haunted. Everywhere he was, the voice folowed him, insulting him, and he didn't know what to do. If this was supposed to be a prank, the fun was long gone by now. This was... unsettling.

Maybe a vengeful spirit from an earlier generation is plotting their revenge against the Matsukawas. He really shouldn't be surprised, judging by his grandfather's foul mouth.

Or maybe it is an ex from a previous life. Must've been quite the drama, if they were still following him. He wondered if he used to have a humiliation kink in his past life to be called like this. What the fuck. Here he thought he'd never sink that low.

Or, Matsukawa simply was going insane. Huh.

When they were asked to do some serves, Matsukawa went to stand behind the back line, eyes focused on the upper border of the net. Oikawa was beside him, a few steps behind.

Matsukawa did a normal serve, while Oikawa did a jump serve. His own serve landed in the middle of the court. A hard place to dig it up. Matsukawa allowed himself a small smile.

Oikawa's serve was barely in. One inch beyond and it would've been out.

"Right on the line! " Oikawa grinned.

Wait. was that intentional?

Man, this guy was scary.

"Like that was a big deal to you. Everyone knows you could land a serve, Trashykawa."

Matsukawa whipped around to find Iwaizumi crossing his arms from beside the court, wearing an unimpressed look.

So it was Iwaizumi?

Okay. That's it.

"Dude, what's the deal with you?"

Iwaizumi scowled deeper. "What deal?"

"You tell me. You were the one throwing around insults at me all morning. Do I even know you?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Wow. Just wow. Matsukawa could feel his patience getting thinner.

"Dude, look. I don't know why you think this prank is still funny, it expired a while ago. You.re actively crossing a line here."

Iwaizumi's face was a mask of confusion and anger. He reminded Matsukawa of an elementary school kid, insisting he did nothing wrong to his parents when the vase he broke was right there. "Excuse me?"

"So you wanna keep going then? Fantastic."

"What the fuck Matsukawa?"

"What's going on, Iwa-chan?" Oikawa appeared behind Iwaizumi, brow furrowed.

"Nothing that concerns you, stupidkawa," Iwaizumi grunted, addressing Oikawa and not him.

A second went by in silence, while realization dawned on Matsukawa. He was at a loss of words, because - really? Really?

Iwaizumi raised his eyebrows, obviously waiting for him to say something. Oikawa kept looking, confused.

Hanamaki is the first to break, rolling on the floor laughing. Matsukawa couldn't help his own chuckle, because - really?

Hanamaki wipes tears from his eyes. "Of course it was Oikawa, not Matsukawa, holy shit," his shoulders shook with laughter.

Iwaizumi was positively fuming now. "Care to share what's so funny," Oikawa quipped, clearly unimpressed.

Matsukawa bit back a snort. "Thought I was the one bein called Shittykawa here, Glad to know I'm not."

"Wha-" Oikawa's high-pitched protest was cut off by an enlightened Iwaizumi, barking out a laugh. "Holy shit, dude, sorry about that."

"Gotta admit, it was pretty funny," Hanamaki grinned.

"Speak for yourself, I thought the gym was haunted for a second there."

Oikawa laughed. "No need to worry. We'll just call you Mattsun! And you," he pointed at Hanamaki, "can be Makki, and Iwa-chan remains Iwa-chan, and I can be the 'kawa' here. Problem solved. No more 'kawa' issue!"

"Geez, didn't know you loved my insults that much," Iwaizumi teased, causing Oikawa to gasp dramatically and protest non-stop, calling Iwaizumi a "foul mouthed brute."

"So, Mattsun."

"So, Makki."

"Guess we could get used to this."

"At least the gym is not haunted anymore."

Makki laughed. "We should pull this prank on a next year's first year. Preferably a jumpy one."

Matsukawa grinned, reminiscing how horrible he felt.

"Count me in."

Fin~

prompt credit : @fangirlism-for-life <3

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for calling my nan to get me when I wasn’t sure about walking home?

This happened about a year ago, but it still eats at me. I have no idea whether I was actually in the wrong, and so far that day has been one of the worst in my life so far (for several reasons). I should also state that I am autistic, so this may give a frame of reference to how I think.

So, to make a long beginning of a story short, I went on the wrong school bus and when I realized it, I got off on a somewhat unfamiliar street. I’d been driven past it before on many, many occasions, but it was still very alien to me. I call my mom, video called her to show her where I was, that sorta stuff. I should mention, I was also walking down the street while on video call, just to show my surroundings. This is like.. a smidge important later I guess.

Now, here’s where it starts to get a bit bad— I ask if she can send my stepdad to come get me, but she says that I should walk home, considering it was kinda short. The thing was… it was around 4 km? I think? Not only was that the farthest distance I’ve ever had to walk to my house, I’ve only ever walked close to that distance on hikes and walks around this one pond, and I didn’t have a book bag to carry then. It wasn’t a distance I was used to walking, plus I was in a spot that was a bit unfamiliar to me. I was a bit put off by the idea and just was like “uh.. ok” before hanging up. I should mention I was overweight (still am) and got overheated easier than most, but I feel like I’d still be at least hesitant to do it if I wasn’t those things.

So, this is the part that’s the reason I’m sending this ask in the first place. I called my nan to pick me up. It was a sound reason to do so in my mind, being a pretty far walking distance from my house in a somewhat unfamiliar area. While I was waiting, my mom found out that I called my nan to pick me up. She seemed just a tad upset at the time, but I brushed it off as something that could be cleared up easily.

Christ upon a Ritz, I was wrong.

She was actually *mad*, and even when I got home I didn’t know how mad. I was told that I shouldn’t do that by both mom and stepdad when I got home, and when we had dinner that evening the atmosphere was so bad I almost cried afterwards, and the whole time I was home I could occasionally hear them talk about what I did.

Wasn’t the worst part tho.

At some point I was called out into the kitchen, and you know what happened? My mother just verbally tore into me. About how I had took advantage of/used my grandma (don’t remember exact wording), how I had lied (unintentionally), a lot of stuff that made me cry very quickly (which she also got mad at me for). I think she may have gotten mad with my grandma too, but I don’t exactly remember. I have a bad memory. Either way, I felt worse than garbage by the time she was done shouting at me. By the way, my stepdad was there the entire time and not once did he even think to go “hey, you’re going a little hard there” or something.

And that’s not all! She even went through my messages to my nan where I was talking to her about how she had gotten mad at me and how bad I felt.

Anyway, I decided to go to bed early that night because I just wanted the day to end. Something else happened later that night tho but it’s not related to the story nor do I want to talk about it.

The aftermath is that even a year later I don’t feel like I can talk to my mom about a lot of things, and I’m kinda scared of making her mad. I think I’ve become a little more doormat-y in just not ever expressing my feelings at certain things my family does.

But… I do wonder if I actually was the asshole. I genuinely meant no harm, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t do any.

So was I the asshole then?

What are these acronyms?

[chaotic-history]

Went back to revisit the Sade chapter in The Rebel, and yeah this is the part that really stood out to me reading 120 Days. Like yes they're doing depraved things, but is it really libertine if you have a strict schedule for when and how those acts must be performed? The four libertines are still restrained from truly acting on their desires, because of the pacts they've made to wait to actually fuck anyone.

And the second part as well. The libertines still have much more agency than the others; at least their restrictions are self-imposed. But no one else is allowed any movement towards pursuing their desires, and in the movie the two girls get in trouble for that (possibly also in the book? it's been a while since I've read it).

Camus says that Sade extolled totalitarianism in the name of freedom, and I think the way he's reading Sade is very similar to an Objectivist philosophy, where the only moral goal is the happiness of the self (in Sade's case specifically sexual pleasure), which, while it posits itself as a philosophy of freedom, it's not. If the only moral law is to be selfish, that has to naturally lead to the subjugation and dehumanization of others. Any system that places individual gain as the highest goal at the expense of anything and everything else coughcoughcapitalismcough and also fascism bc the state becomes an individual rather than a community of people*, will inherently lead to the oppression of whoever in that society can't manage to fight their way to the top.

And he also says that these societies/systems built on subjugation are naturally doomed to fail if you follow the logic to its end. He doesn't go a ton into this and I wish he did, but I'm going to go on sort of a tangent and say that, in the sense of it being a regime, if you've built your identity on the massacre or supression of outsiders, if your unifying factor is an us vs them, someday that "them" will be gone and you'll fall apart. I think the metaphor works better if we're talking about an economic system that's like this, because if there's no constraints and the strong naturally subjugate the weak, you're going to end up with monopolies taking over everything and wiping out the competition that breeds innovation (fuck you Adam Smith; I'm right you're wrong go suck a dick about it). And if we follow it to the absolute farthest end, that company's gonna be the executioner standing alone in the castle amid the desolation of everything around it.

Re the green highlighted part:

this is The best part of the movie. Even in such as a place as their weird wacko murder sex mansion, there's resistance.

*not saying any of this is what Sade is saying

[kirchefuchs]

I really went from "overanalyzing the endings" to "overanalyzing your AU" to "overanalyzing songs" Imfao

anyway so "despair" by leo.

(to those of you who enjoy the song because it feels aro, I'm not saying that Despair is solely a romantic song :'] this is just me overanalyzing it by putting good ol' Pollux into the thought process. sorry if this offends anybody :( )

I decided to, quite literally, overanalyze it

aha anyways

so the chorus, right? the first time the chorus ("it's not romantic, I swear; I'm not gasping for air" up until "it might be closer to despair") is sung, it sounds calmer — more certain that whatever The Narrator's feeling is the farthest thing from romantic. It might be a coding bug, possibly a soon-to-be fixed programming error — just anything that doesn't even try to hint at possible romance. The Narrator is but an AI and that's that.

but as the song progresses, it's like The Narrator is slowly starting to realize that crap, he likes this. Crap, he's actually enjoying this new and odd feeling of sincerity.

This can literally be shown in these lines, which happen a few moments after the first chorus:

"Get your heart away from me, you'll put me into a trance

"And even though I think about you day and night

"I'm not sure if this whole love thing sounds quite right"

The Narrator is in love and he doesn't even know how to accept it, not to mention that he's never actually felt anything up until the time when he finally decided to make a physical form for himself. Accepting this strange feeling of comfort and these odd butterflies in his stomach as love just might feel a bit weird to him. What if he's wrong? What then? Who would he turn to for help with understanding these feelings? Certainly not Stanley — that would mean confessing to him, and The Narrator hated that thought.

So what does he do? He tries not to think about it. Maybe if he ignored these feelings that definitely do not exist, they'll go away somehow. Yes. That's the perfect plan.

And then, all of a sudden, it's the second time that the chorus is sung. The music feels light-hearted, but it's definitely less calmer than before. Like there's a touch of something — a touch of a feeling that The Narrator just might be forcing himself to avoid.

And thus, the chorus has a more different meaning in comparison to the first time it was sung.

"'Cause it's not romantic, I swear. I'm not gasping for air

"I want you to be here but please don't come near

"'cause even though I'm pretty sure my head's exploding, I'm not ready for hand-holding

"It's not love, I swear — it might be closer to despair."

The reality sets in as the lyrics is sung. Even if The Narrator truly loves Stanley, he still can't be with him, can he? The worry in him settles, as dreadfully slow as it was. The Narrator is just an AI, even with the name Stanley gave him (Pollux), he will still remain that way — artificially intelligent.

sentience: hey there

anywho this is all for me, I have another idea I wanna send lol

— 🅰️non || 06/11/2023

I'm gonna level with you man. I've never heard this song. I live under a metaphorical rock. Sounds cool though. This makes me wonder what songs you might put in a playlist if your made one for my Stanley and Narrator....... *wink wink, nudge nudge*

This sounds super interesting though and I might have to listen to this song later (I love your ideas so so much). As for now, this ask made me really wanna draw Pollux in a dramatic pose so here that is

I love this lil guy so much ♡

Side note: I have reliable information that as of me answering this, it is your birthday? If this is true, then happy birthday 🅰️non!!! Congratulations at surviving another year, let's see if you can make it though another!!!!

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Alright, okay, hear me out

The turtles with cloaking broaches

Go WILD

I just want to start off by saying sorry (this is so late... like over 20 days late)

I feel like Donnie would immediately enroll in college 

Mans has been waiting for this day for years and nothing can stop him

Mikey would try and get his art out there 

He’s been running an art account since Donnie made him a drawing tablet when he was 5

(Raph the account to make sure he wasn’t posting anything too revealing and showered every single post with praise) (Leo wrote all his captions to make sure it didn’t sound like a 5-year-old wrote them) (and Donnie deletes every single negative comment before Mikey could read them)

He’s grown a mighty fanbase that has followed him from just about any social media you can name (he tends to leave an app when it gets too toxic) 

And after 6 months of getting his cloaking broach, he announces that he has an art gallery (that Donnie fully funded of course)

(can this actually happen? I have no fucking clue but I like to pretend it could)

Raph and April start restoring all of Splinter’s old dojos

They slowly but surely start to pass down all of the important stuff Splinter has taught them

And it becomes the most popular dojo chain in New York

I like to think Leo would just live his life 

He didn’t do anything with the broach the first year he had it 

He didn’t even touch it 

But with Splinter’s amazing intuition (and Donnie hacking Leo’s phone and looking at his Pinterest) the whole family discovered Leo’s bucket list 

One day the family confronted him and asked why he never left?

I mean come on he owns swords that could take him to any corner of the globe and he’s got a bucket list the length of the Nile

and he essentially says that he’s terrified 

He wants to leave but he also doesn’t want to miss out on the important moments 

Splinter is getting older and he doesn’t want to take the little moments for granted

He can get home the moment he finds out Donnie is graduating or Mikey is opening a second gallery but he won’t be there for the little things

Like the group finding the people they want to spend the rest of their lives with (romantic or platonic he doesn’t care) or when they move into their forever homes 

And he’s not going to see their reactions when the big news arrives 

He might get a call or got forbid a text 

but he knows for a fact that someday he won’t be the first person his family calls when they get exciting news because he’ll be in a completely different time zone 

and that’s mortifying 

And Splinter sits him down and essentially tells him “I would rather you love me from the farthest place you can imagine than have you slowly start to resent me for not being able to live your life”

Now don’t get me wrong those words weren’t a cure-all but they did ease some of his very obvious worries

He does slowly start to travel more and more 

And eventually, he spends days and weeks away from home 

and he misses some big and small moments but it doesn’t affect him as much as he thought it would 

because there are moments that Donnie Mikey Raph and April missed and they were living within five minutes of each other at the time 

and he’s weirdly okay with that

[fictionfixations]

can someone tell me how to beat this boss but explained in dumb terms like i was 5 😭 i saw a long reddit post regarding it but i understood barely any of it (ive been living off of auto so me no understand fight system well)

im trying to level SR olivine to get the boost for HP (and i have like the space blade because if i get his ult up it immediately gets the character in the 5th slot to get their ult but i never last long enough to get an ult in the battle)

also my dumbass thought i should level a random character (aster) and then i speedran through the story (I'd paused on like some part before we met Quincy?) and got stuck on a boss and turns out i couldve used those coins which i no longer have 💀

i mean its prob a good idea to be at least lvl 65 and up but nothing much i can do outside of wait for energy to refill then battle rinse and repeat

you dont even have to say something you could just link something for me to read (idk maybe if i reread that reddit post ill understand this time but also ive tried reading how to do like the stuff in events that set you at a specific level and you have to do so and so and im just like what?? ???)

cause. so from that post youre meant to use your healer but all my characters are really squishy. so it knocked him down to like 60 hp(?) within like 2 turns? which i cant defend against (because he dies anyway) and i dont have an ult built (i need at least 3 turns to build idol blade and maid dante ult but i dont survive that long)

they also said to have a taunt character like morvay so olivine doesnt get hit, idk how well that works but regardless it'll still take time even if i do try him cause coins

anyway since i kept dying i tried all defense trying to build up ult but still death so im thinking my characters might be too weak (and the team comp is probably really bad, but idk what is a good team)

idk how to make him not die space blade just sat there like oh 💀 apparently it can work on dif ppl too if 5 is dead but still

dante and morvay survive the longest (only cause they do the defend thing after attack/ult ???) but oof

edit: this is the farthest ive gotten? idk i did another team but w/ auto team to see if it made a difference and idol blade and space blade survived

and space blade just kept using his ult on himself which kept healing idol blade and so it was just ult spam tbh 💀

double edit: IT BECAME AN ACTUAL STRATEGY THAT WORKS and i never wouldve noticed

well im fucked but HOLY SHIT ???? i was focusing on the wrong character 😭

EDIT EDIT: LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

😭😭😭😭 someone please tell me that the bosses dont get harder after this

[babbling-idiot]

Dr. Vannacutt x reader

Requested: Yes

Warning: None

(I am so sorry for the long wait. I am trying my best to get back into writing and stuff. And it doesn't help with my hectic schedule. I hope you like this and it was worth the wait.)

After the artifact was destroyed. You were immediately out of there. You had no business staying any longer than intended. Driving home was usually something calm and something you did after work. But now it was just a relief to be behind the wheel. It didn't matter if you made it home, but being out of that building and away from the horrors inside was a blessing beyond all things. At one point, while you were driving, you could have sworn you could see someone in the rear-view mirror. But of course, after everything you had seen. You chalked it off as just seeing things. I mean, it was traumatizing, to say the least. You'd be having nightmares for weeks because of this.

Getting home was something you had only fantasized about while you were in the building, but being in it now was a dream come true. You put all your things away and went to your room. You begin to undress. Your clothes smelt like something awful. Death? Evil? You had no clue you just needed to wash them. As you were putting some clean clothes, you could feel someone watching you. Turning around just as you though, you actually see someone walking past your doorway. You didn't get a clear view, but you knew it was a person. You throw on a jacket instead of the shirt. You quickly grabbed the bat that you had tucked away in your closet. Walking into the hallway, you can see what looks to be a man in your living room, sitting down on your couch. You walk toward him slowly and carefully. By the time you reach the farthest side away from the man, you remembered him immediately. Dr. Vannacutt. You saw him once and prayed to every higher being you could that you would never see him again. You had witnessed him killing someone you had arrived in the building with. It was awful, and you hoped to forget it. You were shaking by this point, and you had no clue if he could feel your fear or what, but he looked at you just as your fear took over your senses.

Though instead of you immediately dying like you had witnessed everyone else do, you stood there for what felt like forever. He looked at you with this softness. Like he had absolutely no intention of hurting you. He just seemed at peace where he was now. Maybe this was his way of passing over? Suddenly, he stood up and walked over to you. He was still in his doctor's uniform. Though he looked at you as if he's known you for forever. He brings his hand up and brushes his thumb over your cheekbone. You felt that part of you should be afraid, but you couldn't be. Something in you felt as though this was familiar.

"I know this is odd. I know you have no clue why I'm here, but if you are willing to hear what I need to say, you will understand."

Nodding, you look around and place the bat down and sit down on the couch. God, this felt so weird and wrong. A ghost who killed loads of people is in your home and wants to explain why he is here. It felt wrong, but something unknown felt perfectly fine with this idea.

"Before the evil of that place took over my mind and soul, I wanted to help people. I wanted to be a doctor and help those who needed people like me. I had a perfect life before. I had the love of my life. She was perfect. She was everything good and saw the good in me. She supported me even when I felt like a failure. She helped me see a way through a problem and helped me in every way to attack it head-on. She was beautiful. But when I began to lose myself, she could see it. She could see me slipping away gradually through the weeks. When I finally slipped and began killing the patients, she couldn't be around me anymore. I understood that. Any sane person would. But it hurt me. It ate at me that the one person who supported me in life was gone and hated me for the person I became. I became worse after that. She later on found a new person to make her happy and to give her a family that she had wanted. She moved on. Not long later after, that was when the system failed and the patients escaped, and we were all killed."

I nodded in understanding.

"The reason I came here to you. The reason I am here with you, even after what happened. Before they destroyed the artifact, I decided to attach myself to you."

Your eyes widened, pissed off was an understatement. You had to live with this man for the rest of your life? What the hell!

"What is wrong with you, man? Why did you do that. Why couldn't you just move on, like go to heaven or wherever ghosts go after?"

He sighs, thinking of words to explain his reasoning.

"Y/n, this is the reason I am here with you."

He says as he pulls a picture out of his pocket and shows it to you. There standing next to him, hand in hand, is a woman who looks identical to you. Your eyes widen in shock. How could that be possible.

"I know it makes no sense, but why do you think I never killed you. You looked so much like her that I thought it was. And that she was coming back to me after all these years. When you looked at me and had no idea who I was. I realized that you weren't her at all. So, I thought that instead of being trapped in that building for the rest of my existence, I would come here with you. I know I'm invading your life, but I'm begging you to let me stay."

You looked at him for a moment. You were mainly just trying to take in all this information. He didn't seem to have any evil intent now that he was here in your home. I mean, what harm could he do now if he had no intent on harming you. So, you just nod your head.

"You can stay."

Weeks later, coming home after work was the same as always. Walk in, take your shoes off. Get dressed in something comfortable and then greet Dr. Vannacutt. It was odd at first. But you got used to it after a while. You showed him a lot of new things like music, movies and books. You even showed him some new fashion trends that were going around.

Besides having to show him everything that he's missed. It was good having him in your home. Though he would look at you sometimes like he loved you, adored you, and even sometimes longed. You understood why. But you had no idea what to do about it. Confronting him about it would probably embarrass him. He wasn't doing any harm. But you could understand his dilemma. On a few occasions, you and sometimes with the company of him would actually do a deep dive into the internet to try and find any information on this woman. But you supposed that after Dr. Vannacutt's death and all the reporters and such bothering her she finally just disappeared with her new family. This upset, Dr. Vannacutt quite a bit. He didn't want to see her or anything but not knowing if she's alive or dead, or if she got the family she always wanted, or just anything about her would be great. But of course, some things were just meant to be unknown. And perhaps it was for the best.