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SKSJHDFJ the way i chickened out bc i couldn't decide on one!! can't believe u recognized me by the vibes alone this is so embarrassing đ
come what may oh my heart... Listen to my heart / Can't you hear it sings is sooo wtssf-core </3
and on that note, i will leave you with my fav fav fav olympic routine ever, my roman empire https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOEKdWrtz6U
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it's the pictures!! ur the only one sweet enough to leave little pictures for me to enjoy <3 and the vibes as well :')
AND THE WAY I KNEW WHAT ICE SKATING VID IT WAS WITHOUT EVEN OPENING THE LINK LIKE TRUST I KNOW IT I'VE SEEN IT I'VE DEVOURED IT i actually love the elephant love medley more than come what may but its not on spotify.... :/ big moulin rouge fan if you couldn't tell HAHA
also yes feel free to apply all the pining from those songs to wtssf because it's likely inspired a lot of the work!!! ily thank u for talking to me <3
#the way i was listening to the elephant love medley earlier being like.... hrm fic time?#a fic where azriel is the one who's sappy and in love and the believer in fate!!!#and you're the one who doesn't believe it can work!! the cynic!! the one who has to be convinced around to risk your heart!!#and he does all the work to convince u! gah!#like the: we should be lovers! line#đ anon#sloane speaks#asks
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RukiYui (+Mukami fam) scans from the Vandead Carnival Official Fanbook (*´Ďď˝)âĄ
Spoilers for Ruki's route below!
#i've had this book for quite a while but for some reason i never read it until today#i figured i should share ruki's section with my fellow stans hehe#i included the âgift from mukamisâ q&a and the christmas artwork as well b/c it would be a crime not to#love ruki's gift ideas. we know that he is capable of some lovely poetry. and a night entirely alone with him....hoooh boy. YES PLEASE#did my best with the scans but meh#it's pretty difficult to get as good pictures as i'd like from such large pages tbh#couldn't use my scanner either since that would damage the spine T_T#maybe i'll post some close-ups of ruki's poses and facial expressions sometime. we'll see#ruki x yui#ruki mukami#yui komori#vandead carnival#yuma mukami#kou mukami#azusa mukami#mine#diabolik lovers#i've got some tokutens lined up after this#i think you'll enjoy them (///Ď///) so look forward to those (//â//)
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I think the best thing about Arcane is that it proves fanfiction can really be legitimately some of the best written stories so long you have people who are REALLY ill about the content. Because that's what it is. Arcane is literally taking League of Legends and saying "my lore now". It's taking the preexisting lore it DID have and expanding upon it in a "wouldn't it be crazy if..." sort of way. It's erasing canon it thinks is stupid (Ekko's hair), it's confirming the underscored gay shit (Caitvi) while also making canon that one niche ship the author really likes (Timebomb), it's creating a found family trope (everything around Vander & Silco's kiddos), it's got original characters that get close with the main characters (Mel, Sevika, Isha, etc), it's got everything.
Arcane is a 100k+ longfic and I mean this in the most awe-inspiring way. All terrible media has a few people who are deathly insane about it and say "I can fix it" while opening up a word doc, and League of Legends got the pure LUCK of those people being legitimate film industry professionals. GODSPEED
#arcane#league of legends#text post#fanfic#my talk#am i making any sense. actually it doesnt matter i make sense to ME#it has the 'it gets worse before it gets better (kinda)' tag#it has the angst tag. it has the enemies to lovers tag. it has the major character death tag#this is brought on partially by me learning how much lore LoL actually had that riot never talked about#like warwick always had a strange implied voice line with jinx that we never talked about??? OKAY???????#its pairing up the prettyboy jayce with another hot prettygirl mel (love her)#its referencing that crow dude i forget the name of and am too tired to look up#i should finish my final
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rewatching dead poets society for the first time in 4 years and i had to pause to make this it came to me in a Vision:
#theyâre so fucking!!!!!!!#all of them!!#itâs overwhelming!!!!!!#also knox is about to SA chris so making this gave me an excuse to procrastinate pressing play#dps#dead poets society#anderperry#todd anderson#neil perry#charlie dalton#nuwanda#knox overstreet#steven meeks#gerard pitts#yeet my deet#dps fandom i will always be loyal to you#youâre my ride or die#i may be basically a phannie account at this point but many moons ago you and i ran this joint (aka the at the time very small dps fandom)#mwah i love you so much#guys i need to be asleep but i am choosing to torture myself instead bc i make bad decisions#canât wait to get so fucking triggered#maybe this time neil will be ok#iâm just gonna take out mr perry and then we should be good#then neil will be able to be a happy gay theatre kid and read poetry with his faggy friends and kiss his faggy boyfriend in peace#itâs mindblowing to me how disinterested neil and todd are in girls like they Do Not Care#the hardest they tried was that deleted scene where todd just barely jokes about wanting to go to neilâs rehearsal bc there are girls and#neil immediately getting jealous and telling him he wasnât allowed to go anymore and then them continuing to flirt and run lines and poke#each other and giggle like lovers in the springtime bc thatâs what they ARE#bog#described
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Love Bites~đ
Original sketch
#rottmnt#baron draxum#rottmnt draxum#isyris draxum#suggestive#holopossums#holopossum after dark#sorta implied baronjitsu but like. y'know. you can imagine anything#i had an idea and my hands obeyed#first traditional sketch/line art i've done in way too long tbh#should do that more#colored with my touch pen....took forever. never again.#anyway enjoy my fellow draxum lovers#we don't have nearly enough spicy art and it's sad#especially not trans draxum
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spiritual sequel to this for our favorite local goober My Friend
#rgg#ryu ga gotoku#ryu ga gotoku 7#yakuza series#yakuza 7#yakuza like a dragon#arasawa#jo sawashiro#masumi arakawa#snap sketches#lord in heaven knows i dont remember how to draw action lines bruh we gotta get on that#i had to do this so i could share the fact this comic exists cause as my friend was leaving she was like 'are you doing anything else today#and when i told her i was prob gonna draw or w/e she was just 'wait do you have any more comic ideas cause...' and then shared This#and i was especially inspired to finish this because she remembered arakawa's name for once but- not remembering who jo was-#was just like 'like you could draw arakawa and his lover- like that guy you draw him with' LIKE HELP? ???#yeah we can call him his lover why not. had me cackling when i shut the door#ok i have comms to do this morning. but i should eat first LMAO bye team
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The rise of "let people enjoy things" is single handedly the backbone of the rise of anti intellectualism
#i need to talk about this#disclaimer : im beyond terrible at putting my point across#so with that being said let me attempt at it#let's take look at the hate and misogyny women receive for liking a certain genre of books#that is so often simply countered with let people enjoy things#but we cannot let that narrative take over a whole as if critical thinking is âbadâ?#booktok has made it so that disliking a popular books makes you the person with the superiority complex who should just let people enjoy-#-things#but when did criticizing actively target audiences who like that peice of literature? When did that become the narrative?#its all mindless consumption without a second thought to the actual material which can easily be credited to the tropification of books#the enemies do turn into lovers and the best friends do fall in love 10 years down the line#classifying books into tropes and then fulfilling that promise gives books an illusion of being âgoodâ since it checks those boxes-#-that the reader picked up the book for in the first place#the act of reading has kind of been substituted by the act of being a reader and just owning stacks of books#we have turned away from any form of analysis or criticism#if it scratches the itch then its automatically the perfect book without further thought#i cant help but contribute the mere existence of that âitchâ to how mordern books are classified into tropes with set plotlines#intelligenctualism is almost always looked at as elitism#reading only classics doesn't make you an intellectual individual but looking at any book with a critical lens may it be a classic or a rom#-com does#criticizing certain aspects of your absolute favorite books is intellectualism and not bullying people who like anything but classics#that distinction is so far lost in translation that talking about how a popular book is objectively bad is being a âhaterâ#well then im a hater#this is not a hate post for people who actively enjoy booktock or the more popular books#im just trying to introduce any amount of nuance into the conversation thats all#i can honestly go on forever but i think ill end my ranting here#literary criticism#literature#books#anti intellectualism
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Absolutely death gripped clenched trying not to comment on reductive posts on ancient greek homosexual relationships
#It is neither wholly '0mg two gay guys in love!!' and 'I am humiliating and debasing a lower man by making a woman out of him'#There's heavy elements of that in how they conceptualized penetrator vs penetrated but the erastes (lover/protector) and eromenos (beloved)#relationship was significantly more complex than that#Like it is conceptualized as sort of a mentor/mentee relationship and a positive element for an adolescent's development#It was the subject of romantic plays and you get things like people in antiquity in heated debates over who is the#erastes and who is the eromenos between Achilles and Patroclus (to better depict them in plays)#The bottom line is more 'the socially accepted m/m relationships were (what we would now consider) an adult and a child#(or young man) with the age difference being a fundamental element to the dynamic.'#And more broadly being penetrated in sex assigned a 'lower' or 'womanly' role and it would not be conventionally accepted#for an older/more socially powerful man to recieve penetration (which certainly DID happen though)#So absolutely a moment in the history of male homosexuality and not something to just go 'ew ew bad evil ewwie' about but also#not something you want to project modern conceptions of LGBT identity upon#Also we know relatively little about relationships between women in ancient Greece due to lack of sources due to being a#highly patriarchal culture but we can't actually know that they did not involve similar power dynamic#Certainly not to the same extent or in such a well socially defined way (bc they conceptualize sex almost entirely through a lens of#penetration) but I think you should be treating relations between ancient Greek women with the same degree of#historical distance from our lives and identities today.#Ok death grip failed I just typed an entire rant. Fiuck it
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Thinking about how Wingweaver Xili implied the Foxians of the Zhuming have a qualities that look more akin to the Borisin
Praying to god we get to go to the Zhuming and they actually give the Foxians more pronounced animal features PLEAASSEE
Also very very interesting to observe the difference between the Foxians depending on what ship they come from⌠I need to research this more because I would love to show that off in some redesigns/my own designs ig for some of the Xianzhou characters we already know and potential oc designs as well
So many Zhuming thoughts, my brain is full of them
#I should have read this readable earlier omg#this is falling in line with some hcs I have and its making me very very happy#hsr#honkai star rail#I need more Zhuming lore#we already have like a fuck ton which THANK GOD#But I need more#i need to see the zhuming#i need to face my face shoved against the type of dock that Baiheng got off on when she arrived#i need to witness its beauty and over the topness#like the Zhuming is so extra#why does it feel like the most extra of all the Xianzhou ships so far#like#what do you mean the Xianzhou Zhuming is like an intricately-carved golden lotus#what do you mean Yingxing got the Foxian pilots in to meet Huaiyan by folding a piece of paper into a bird before it just flew ofd#what do you mean Huaiyan just has the Flint Emperor chilling near him as a Psuedo sun THAT JE GIVES YX ACCESS TO ENABLING AND DISABLING#can anyone else understand my obsession with the Zhuming#i need fellow Zhuming lovers to go insane with me too
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Couldn't decide on whether I liked it better with the words or without, so have both!
#LISTEN i am now so tempted to do a series with the entire lyrics of good old fashioned lover boy but that would take forever!! but i want to#like that would be so cool maybe we should to a zine featuring a few queen songs that thered be a diff piece of art for each line#wouldnt that be cool!!! i cant run zines though i am already unorganized af and also small#and also i feel like that sort of stuff is more ran by established good artists yknowyknow#anyway have my art!!#bad-art-tm#(go4)#good omens#good omens season 2#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#crowleyxaziraphale#queen#good old fashioned lover boy#go#mfl
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just finished meeting with my taurus friend and the serbian slash finnish architect we are working with for this competition and while in the meeting i got a text from my TA that everyone loved this little video my colleagues and I made with our projects (video which i narrated lmfao!) but why are my thoughts just like. Whatever thatâs cool. Need to be put down
#with everything i am so stressed out and have these cool achievements and then when i get to my goal⌠just a flat line lmfao like okay idgaf#i should work on that bc i should be proud of myself no? Yeah? iâm aware but iâm still like đ it is expected why should i even crack a smile#anyway he gave both of us like work to do and bc of my master i am ofc doing the urban planning and i couldnât be happier no u canât see it#on my face but just know me and urban planning we are lovers â¤ď¸#(he as in the architect here i go with 2 thoughts at once)#tt
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Took me a while to realize but I can see similarities in how Asuka seems to process grief and how Guts from Berserk also processed his grief after the Eclipse. They both get so overwhelmed by the wrong that happened to them (father's hospitalization vs the Eclipse and a lifetime of misery) their reaction isn't to seek comfort in others or help/protect their loved one who needs them after the tragedy, it's to go off and inflict their pain on others to self soothe, as if that'll release the feeling from their minds.
The difference is that Guts was called out for this by Rickert and Godo. He needed to snap out of wanting to prioritize ridding his own pain to remember Casca needed him, and that Casca even in the state she was in was all the good in his life who went through the same experience with him. Guts had to remember he loves Casca more than he wants to self destruct. Like Godo told him he was a sword called fear with cracks in it. He feared sitting with his pain and grief and seeing it on the person he loved after so much violation. He feared vulnerability.
Asuka doesn't do this reevaluatation and has no one to call her out for her self destructive coping canonically. She can't sit with anything bad or face looking at it on a loved one either. That's too bad and helpless of a feeling. She's just as much made of fear (primarily from any helplessness as much as violations of her inner ethics) which fuels her anger, but her one personal attachment to her father who needs her isn't enough to make her want to reevaluate what she does at all. Instead his tragedy is the permission she needs to self destruct and destroy in the process, not like Guts who always told himself everything was for Casca and the fallen Hawks, who always reminded himself of the pain to justify the bloodletting.
Unlike Guts I think she'd be stubborn even accepting to listen to someone pointing her behavior out. Though her anger toward Feng did start out carrying a reminder this vengeance is for Dad even if it kills her in 5, even in 5's branching narratives that excuse falls apart when she continues in the tournament for her own pleasure during her route. The moment vengeance is achieved critically injured Dad is out of her mind. Her behavior during 6 repeats this process, preferring to hurt herself and others rather than sit to process a shitty feeling over her and the world's situation. Like Guts in this state she pushes away anyone and everyone else including any comforts because the anger isn't resolved, the fear isn't resolved, the pain isn't resolved.
They're both used to everyone being against them and having to fight for survival until they found joy in it as a side effect. And because of that independence born from isolation when something like the tragedies that happened takes place they put resolving their pain not on sharing with others but into scorching the earth along with themselves.
I don't say this either to imply they're exactly alike or that they have enough similarities to make a true character comparison because they absolutely don't. There's also some stuff I'm leaving out simply because Guts is a far more complex character in ways where there's nothing from Asuka to compare against (I would say Kazuya is the closest, more fitting Tekken comparison for substituting Guts vs Asuka style notes). I just find it interesting that even across wildly different stories the outline for an angry, self destructive, terrified person who thinks self destruction makes them strong and puts them in control uses a lot of the same foundation. And the contrast in their depths really shows how far you can push the concept depending on what you want or need for the character.
#tekken#berserk#I've haven't slept in six hours#asuka kazama#do i still think she'd pull a fighting 100 men for their lover type situation- MAYBE tbh#you could give her one technically but you'd have to really stretch her denial of seeing her violent behavior as ever being wrong#and that risks losing the scope of the character and the stakes level she represents#like i don't think she surpresses her pain into an other self at all she's very clear she's just reactionary so the brooding guilt#you need to have a BoD doesn't really apply at all she's not remorseful and ruminating on fighting in that sense at all whereas Guts guilts#Asuka hits you and moves on with her day because that should teach you; Guts is a whole storm of emotions and moral pulls even when numb#BoD is more a Jin thing but i still prefer Guts and not bc he did it first im sorry Jin jfjdhss#*you could give Asuka a BoD- idk why that tag is missing after the 100 men comment#anyway bitches who embody the sin of wrath#Asuka is about the childish joy and childish impulse we feel hurting others versus Guts being a study on why we hurt ppl bc we hurt too#*BoD is beast of darkness of course#also obviously there are lines Asuka will NEVER cross even in anger that Guts had no problem violating as Black Swordsman#so how does Asuka process grief...SHE DOESN'T LOL#she'd rather kill herself or dismiss feeling hurt than so much as cry
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Part 1 This is part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
With the train ride now over, the sergeants ran, scouring the market for two familiar faces. Their footsteps in sync, crunching delicate mounds of white snow. Soap broke through the crowd first, then Gaz and Gary were right with him.
âWhere the hell are they?â Gaz pants out, his breaths misting in the cold air.
âYou said the marketplace,â Soap huffs.
âYeah, I said the marketplace, but it's not like I know exactly where they went!â Gaz snaps back.
While the two sergeants bicker, Roach quietly breaks away, scanning the area until he spots the familiar figures theyâd been hunting for. Price and Ghost stand outside a cigar shop, deep in conversation. The satisfied grin on Price's face tells Roach everythingâhe got what he was after.
âTheyâre over there!â Roach exclaims, snapping his partners out of their lovers' quarrel.
Gaz and Soap go silent, their eyes following Roachâs line of sight until they, too, spot their Lieutenant and Captain.
In a heartbeat, the three of them are sprinting toward their unsuspecting targets. Soap grins like a madman, practically buzzing with mischief, while Gaz shakes his head, both amused and slightly wary of what might unfold. Roach, meanwhile, is simply thrilled to be along for the ride.
They skid to a stop right in front of the two men, chests heaving as they catch their breath in the biting winter air.
âThe hell is wrong with you lot?â Priceâs voice cuts through, laced with a mix of annoyance and bemusement as he shifts his attention from Ghost to the winded sergeants.
Ghost, arms crossed, eyes them with quiet scrutiny. His winter coat does little to conceal his bulky frame, a silent reminder of his imposing presence as he stands beside Price.
Price and Ghost waited for an explanation, knowing well everytime those three got together, they were definitely up to no good.
Like how they put semi-permanent green dye in Ghost's shampoo for Halloween.
âWe⌠we saw. A kid with your face,â Gaz manages, still catching his breath, pointing straight at Ghost.
Ghost raises a brow, baffled. A kid with his face? What the hell did that mean? Did they think he looked like a baby?
Soap huffs in mock disappointment, shooting a playful glare at Gaz. âOi, I wanted to say it!â
Predictably, the two dive into another back-and-forth. Gaz isnât one to shout, but Soap has a talent for riling anyone up.
Price lets their little show go on for only a moment before his stern voice cuts in, slicing through their bickering. âOne of you properly explain, or you'll be walking back to base.â
Roach steps up, eager to clarify. âThereâs a kid, probably about two, and she looks exactly like the Lt. Scowl, glare, and all!â
Price and Ghost pause, their expressions twisting as they both tryâand failâto imagine a little girl with Simonâs permanent scowl.
Price shudders, shaking the thought from his head. âThat is not a face a kid should have.â
âThatâs exactly what I said,â Gaz chimes in, nodding emphatically.
Ghost throws him an offended look, his usually hardened eyes showing a glimmer of hurt. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âNothing!â they all exclaim in unison, even Price, who quickly averts his gaze as Ghostâs glare narrows on him.
Ghost huffs, then crosses his arms. âDid you take a picture?â
Soap snorts, leaning against the wall with a smirk. âAye, right, 'cause that wouldnae be creepy at all.â
Ghost stares daggers Into Soap, rolling his eyes and pushing himself off the wall. âOkay, then where is she?â
The three stooges lead the charge once again, this time with their Captain and Lieutenant in tow. They weave through the crowd toward the train park, where Soap eagerly scans for the woman and kid heâd spotted earlier. But the line they were in is empty, the pair nowhere to be found.
âShite. I think theyâre gone,â Soap mutters, his Scottish accent thickening in his frustration, the words rolling out with a clipped bite.Â
âSo the imaginary woman and kid donât actually exist,â Ghost deadpans, unimpressed.
âThey exist!â Gaz insists, voice edging on exasperation.
âSure,â Ghost replies, his tone flat and thoroughly unconvinced.
Roach snickers, then glances over at Priceâonly to see him staring slack-jawed through the window of a nearby cafĂŠ, his cigar dangling from his mouth, forgotten.
âCap?â Roach says, touching the older manâs shoulder.
Price doesnât look away, nodding toward the cafĂŠ. âFound them.â
Everyone turns toward the cafĂŠ, eyes landing on you and Adira. The little girl is happily weaving between your legs, her tiny hands gripping your coat as she entertains herself, all while you order hot chocolates to fend off the winter chill. A soft smile touches your lips as you watch her play, blissfully unaware of the audience gathering just outside.
The barista, with a warm smile, hands over two cups, one with a little extra marshmallows for Adira, her voice bright as she wishes you both a merry Christmas. You take the cups with a grateful nod, handing one to Adira. She immediately takes her drink, sipping eagerly, her small feet bouncing on her heels from the sugar rush.
âYummy?â You ask, glancing down at her with a soft smile, a wave of motherly pride swelling in your chest as you watch her delight in the simple joy of her drink.
Adira nods eagerly, her eyes lighting up as she pulls away from her straw with a satisfied sigh. âYummy.â
With a soft chuckle, you both leave the warmth of the shop, stepping out into the crisp air. Hand in hand, you walk back toward the park, the world around you feeling peaceful despite the cold. As you reach the crosswalk, you stop, waiting for the light to turn. Adira looks up at you, her little face filled with contentment as she swings your joined hands back and forth, her sugary energy still buzzing.
Across the way, the team stood frozen, unable to look away from the scene unfolding before them. Everyone but Ghost was struck by how much Adira looked like himâher features unmistakably mirroring his, save for the color of her hair and skin. The resemblance was uncanny, and for a brief moment, it felt like the world had stopped around them.
âShe looks nothing like me,â Ghost stated plainly, his voice cutting through the stillness as though it were fact. His expression was unmoving, a wall of stubbornness in his eyes. He was ready to die on that hill.
Then, as fate would have it, a woman walking her dog passed by, and Adiraâs cherub-like face hardened into a cold, calculating stare. It was subtle, but unmistakable.Â
âNevermind,â Ghost muttered, his earlier conviction faltering as he watched her shift before his eyes.
âSo⌠youâve been having fun these past years?â Roach asked, his gaze flicking between Adira and Ghost, curiosity getting the better of him.
âNot that I know of,â Ghost grunted, his eyes still locked on you and Adira, a mix of unease and something else flickering across his face. He couldnât pull himself away.
âLetâs get closer,â Price commanded, already making his move. Soap and Roach exchanged a shrug, falling in line without hesitation.
âExcuse me?â Gaz sputtered, though his body had already begun moving before his brain could catch up, unable to defy the Captainâs order.
Ghost fell silent, teeth gritted. This wasnât a situation he was used to, especially not one where he was forced to go in blind. He stood stiffly at the crosswalk, trying to hide his glances, his focus split between the team and you.
Soap ended up the closest, standing just next to Adira. The little girl paused, her big, doe-like eyes lifting from her drink to catch sight of him. The recognition was instant. Her lips pursed into a small line, and her gaze grew heavy with annoyance.Â
âUgeeâŚâ she whispered, scooting closer to you.
Soap froze, his mind stuttering for a moment. Did she justâ? Did she call me ugly?
Gaz, standing behind him, couldnât contain himself. A muffled laugh broke through as Soap turned to look at the others, wide-eyed and speechless, completely taken aback.
âDo ye lot think I'm ugly?â Soap asked, his voice thick with disbelief, clearly thrown off by the little girl's words.
âNot the time, Mctavish,â Price said, a tiny laugh tugging at the corner of his lips despite the situation.
The streetlight flickered green, signaling it was time to move. You adjusted yourself, ready to cross the street. Each member of the team started mentally preparing, unsure of howâor even ifâthey should approach you. Ghost, however, was the first to make a move, determined to intercept you. But Soap, ever the opportunist, beat him to it.
Ghost wasnât exactly subtle, and having him try anything would probably send you running in the opposite direction.
âExcuse me, arenât you the lady from the train?â Soap called out, his voice light, though his intentions were clear.
You paused at his interruption, recognition flickering in your eyes. You remembered the man who bumped into you earlier. âYes? Is something the matter?â
âDo you happen to know where I could find Leslies?â Soap asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice, though he tried to mask it.
âThe pub?â you asked, raising an eyebrow.
âYes,â Soap confirmed, his face lighting up with a mix of relief and surprise at your easy response.
You look around for a moment, trying to remember and see the street names of your current location. âUhâŚit should be about a couple blocks south from here. They have a big sign, you can't miss it.â
Thank God for Soap, because that one question was all he needed to keep you trapped in a conversation, his charm working its magic as you giggled and chatted away easily, the awkwardness of the situation melting away.
Meanwhile, Ghostâs attention shifted to Adira. He looked down at her, and she, almost instinctively, looked up at him. Their eyes locked in a silent staring contest, each of them studying the other. The intensity in their gaze was undeniable, both sets of eyes reflecting the same quiet, unwavering strength. It was like looking in a mirrorâa mirror that mirrored back his own hardened stare and no-nonsense attitude.
Adira was, quite literally, his mini me. The resemblance was impossible to ignore.
âHow old are you?â Ghost asked bluntly, his voice low as he kneeled down to Adiraâs height, his gaze intense but trying to soften.
Adira paused for a moment, glancing up at you for help, but you were still caught up in conversation with Soap. She turned her focus back to Ghost, her small fingers fidgeting with the hem of her coat as she murmured shyly, âTwoâŚâ
She was two. Two. Ghostâs mind raced, trying to piece together the details, but nothing clicked. Nearly three years ago⌠what had he done three years ago? He kept everything categorized, stored in his mind like a well-organized file system, but this was something that didnât fit.
Then, Soapâs voice broke through his thoughts.Â
âYou donât seem like the type of lass to frequent Leslies.â
You giggled, a soft blush creeping up your cheeks at Soapâs question. He wasnât wrong⌠at least, not entirely. âIâve only been to Leslieâs once, and, well⌠itâs how I ended up with my little blessing.â You glanced down at Adira, the warmth of your smile radiating as you spoke.
Everything shattered in that moment. Ghostâs stomach twisted painfully, his heart skipping a beat as the realization slammed into him like a freight train. Leslie's. Almost three years ago, during that stupid holiday.
His mind began to piece it together, the hazy memories from that night slowly coming into focus. He remembered the bar, the laughter, the way you had caught his attention. You were easy on the eyes, easy to make laugh, and most importantlyâunlike everyone else. You didnât ask questions, didnât pry, you just let him lead, let him slip into the night with no strings attached.
But now, as he looked at Adira, everything fell into place. The way she stared at him, those familiar eyes, the resemblance he couldnât ignore. His breath hitched, and the weight of the truth crushed himâshe was his daughter.
A knot formed in his throat as he tried to process the fact. Adira. His daughter. The little girl standing before him was his flesh and blood, the result of a moment he'd long since buried in the depths of his mind.
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Damn Damien. "if she's half as cute as you, that's good enough for me"
#i dont think thats the sick burn you wanted it to be#honestly gayest thing I've heard in a while#enemies to lovers jk jk jk#this is a movie about satan and evil and defiling virgins or something#the devil is a stage and all the plays are here#wait all the worlds a stage and the devils are here#wait thats shakespeare we need Marlowe#had i as many souls as there be stars id give them all for Mephistopheles#very poignant#amercian satan#if this is the best line in the movie im not mad about it#also just because someone's being a little dick doesnt really feel like they should be murdered for satan just saying#idk could be doing something more productive
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â rivals... in love?
- gojo satoru x reader
gojo is in shamblesâso suguru might have a crush on you too?
genre: high school!gojo being a menace but pls spare him he just can't take losing, you see... crack, totally jealous!gojo, justice for geto, enemies to lovers, fluff
note: people have been asking for this so this is up next! i'm writing this while listening to bigbang's bang bang bang and fantastic baby so if gojo is a bit unhinged... you know why
a part of gojo's love entries
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No way. There is just no way.
Satoru felt his eyes itch and twitch uncomfortably. Despite the opaque black tint of his sunglasses, he could still distinctly see you happily giggling.
âGeto-san, thatâs so funny!â
With Suguru. His ride or die. Your massive crush.
Your crisp laughter rang in his ears, scorching his ego and igniting it in flamesâthat was precisely the reaction he had hoped to receive from you too!
"Aren't they just cute?" Yaga was suddenly beside him with a wistful smile, looking at you and his other student a few feet away. "What do the television say again... a perfect match? In this case, a perfect match made in jujutsu school, then."
And responding to your bubbly self, creating the very picture of perfect match made in jujutsu school indeed, Suguru was every bit as enthusiastic. âNah, wait until you see thisââ
"Perfect match my ass," Satoru grumbled outwardly, rolling his eyes, but he immediately dashed away before his teacher could bonk him in the head for cussing.
It was harmless conversation, or jokes, or whatever. Because Suguru couldn't possibly reciprocate your feelings. His type is women of gravure magazinesâSatoru had deemed it as such.
âŚRight?
At this point, he wasn't in enough denial to say that he didn't like you, because he had made it so clear that he was, in fact, obsessed. He wasnât shying away from the things he did, which included annoying you constantly, asking you out after school, helping you in missions, and sending you few pick up lines here and there.
And he thought he was certain he could whisk you off your feet. After all, who else could measure up to him and win?
Heh, no one.
(or basically that's just him ignoring the intrusive little voice in his mind that whispered, âSuguru!â)
âSo what's with the nice act, huh?â Satoru blew his bangs in a huff as he questioned his best friend with a twinge of dissatisfaction. âDo you like her or something?â
Suguru quirked his eyebrow at him. âWhat?â
âDonât play dumb. I have noticed how you two have been joined at the hip lately,â and with deliberate intention to spite his best friend, he made the sourest face as he mockingly recited, âWait till you see this~â
Instantly realizing what he meant, Suguru burst into a loud snicker. âCome on, Satoru, really? Surely you aren't that petty. We were just chattingââ
âNot that. I know. What I'm asking now is that do you like her or not?â
It wasn't a rare sight to see Satoru with a pout and a frown, and usually he'd humor him. But this time, even Suguru could see that there was something different in the way he asked this. And should he say something that irked him thenâ
âHeh, so what if I am?â
That's the wrong answer.
Satoru halted abruptly, whipping his head around in sheer shock. "What the heck?"
âSheâs a nice junior, kind, easy on the eyes,â Suguru shrugged, flashing him a dauntless smile. âOnly a fool would let the chance pass up. Satoru, if you keep dawdling, one of these days, I just mightââ
âWhaâhey!? Thatâs totally foulâ!â
âNah, they do say all is fair in love and war now, isnât it?â
By a mind-boggling twist of events, apparently his best friend was also a guy after his dream girl. Satoru was irked, challenged, and he would never admit it, but a tiny part of him recoiled because Suguru clearly had an early start and a boostâyou favored him first.
This was unexpected, and now he was conjuring up various scenarios of what he should do. He must act fast or else...
Little did he know that Suguru was thoroughly relishing his restlessness.
Everyone around you said that your relationship with Gojo Satoru... is intriguing to say the least. And especially ever since that one botched mission you two went, you also felt there was a shift in your dynamics.
And if by intriguing they mean him constantly blocking your way and invading your space, then yes, it definitely is.
"Okay, okay, but wait, just hear me out!"
You halted your steps and faced him with an annoyed frown. You really had no time for this. You were about to be sent on a mission. "Gojo, really, can't you justâ"
"Okay, I know he's dashing, or whatever," he huffed, the last word he said with a hint of disdain. "But hear me out, and I'm sure you'll reconsider."
"Who are you talkiâ"
"Who else!? Suguru, of course!"
You couldn't possibly arch your eyebrow even higher, and before you could say anything, he somehow took it as his cue to keep going.
âFirst, he eats curses. Cursed spirits! He eats them like rice balls! Can you imagine just how foul the taste is?â
"Gojo, I don't have the timeâ"
"Then! Going from that, just imagine kissing him," he stressed, eyeing you intensely as your own eyes felt like popping out by the sheer suggestion. "What if you taste the cursed spirits rice ball?"
"You're unbelievâ"
"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friendsâ"
"He's your best friend!" you finally interjected, obviously and utterly in shock by his unhinged rambling. "How could you say all of that?"
"No, you're getting me wrong." Satoru's clicked his tongue. "I'm just listing facts why it's better for you not to end up with him."
You barked a dry laugh. "And? Better with you, you mean? That's awfully biased."
"Why yes of course! Self-promo is never bad," he blatantly retorted. "Let me just tell you aallll you need to know about me!"
He audibly cracked his knuckles and puffed out his chest. "You know already, I'm strong. I can protect you well. My cursed technique doesn't involve eating curses, so you don't have to worry about tasting the said curses on my lips."
How could he blurt all of this with that perpetually playful expression? A chuckle escaped you unwittingly and that only spurred him to go on.
"And I'm handsome!" he boldly claimed, pointing at his face with pride. "And obviously I don't need to say this, but I'm filthy richâ"
At that, you burst into hearty laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.
Satoru's eyes sparkled, lit as if someone had just made his day. "All in all, you know what I mean. Everything with me, all of it is going to be fantastic!"
Even you couldn't deny that all of this exchange had been so amusing. Hilariously so. "You're down bad, huh?" you tried to taunt, although it seemed like a burst of snicker. Yet, you were caught off-guard when he said:
"For you?" his little smirk made your insides suddenly all jumbled up. "Yes."
Huh? What is this? Your bravado faltered a bit as your heart did a somersault inside.
It wasn't supposed to thump this hard. You weren't supposed to feel this overwhelming urge to squeal too. And your face wasn't supposed to grow this hot...
Seeing that, Satoru celebrated his little win, a wicked smile on his glistening lipsâthat somehow looked rather attractive to you now. "How? Thinking twice now, are we?"
But he couldn't believe that after all this, you would still cunningly retort with, "Ha! You wish, Gojo Satoru."
His stunned face was so comical that you chuckled once again. You wanted to rebuff him more, but before you could, Haibara's voice called you from a distance. "Heeey! Let's go! Or we're gonna be late!"
"I suppose that's my cue," you lightly shrugged, and before you left him in a dust, you could've sworn you saw a flicker of brewing tantrum behind those glasses, which brought a smirk on your face. "See ya, try harder, and I might look at your way."
Satoru was at his wit's end as he saw you sauntering away. What more that he could do so that you could be his? To keep your eyes on him and him only?
And yet, little did he know, in that beginning of summer in 2006, even before you realized it yourself, you had already did.
Epilogue
In another corner of the school, eagerly spying on you were...
"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friendsâ"
"Did he just..." Suguru gaped, utterly in disbelief at what his own best friend said of him. "Did he just say that?"
Shoko let out a satisfied guffaw. "Oh, he definitely did."
"I can't believe he's tarnishing my name over a girl."
"Well, you know very well he could do way worse than that just to get what he wants," she threw him a thin smile, while exhaling a puff of smoke. "And hey, you lose. You gotta pay me."
Suguru turned to her in surprise. "Huh? Ohâoh, darn it. Shoko, can't you be less stingy?"
"Well, whose bright idea was it to pull that stunt on him and bet on whether Gojo would approach her in less than a day?"
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#okay i know i reblogged this already but#thinking about that cheektouch#about how when moiraine pulls away siuan doesn't#making me think that it's happened before#and i wonder:#has moiraine been skittish??#been so long untouched that when she gets back it's hard to believe in siuan's caress?#has she pulled back before thinking she doesn't deserve comfort?#or has she found it too hard to dance along that line between public secret and private life?#because whatever it is#siuan knows just what to do#knows to wait it out and let her settle#even when moiraine maybe doesn't fully want to#she does give in and let herself rest#at last.#wheel of time#moiraine damodred#siuan sanche (@sapphoshands)
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#jesus you have to spread more pain and yes I did say I was tickled by the notion of tolerance#you had to go tickle more and yes I was thinking about similar things#siuan knows how to hold moiraine's emotions and hold out long enough for her to settle#like that's the quality of their relationship#and in this specific context I think Moiraine was probably feeling defensive and not accepting care. all pufferfish mode and no unpuff#in the conscious level and her thoughts it was her doing the mental gymnastics of what's siuan's deal now#what has she been planning with lan#she's major pissed now#but also maybe partially unknown to herself she's unable to make sense of what she's feeling#I wonder if she feels like a failure and siuan's gonna be disappointed (in her)#and expecting some reckoning and definitely undeserving of care or that she doesn't believe siuan's going to be soft with her now so what's#she doing now?#and like you said the line between public secret and private life is hard to dance along#work place relationship especially with hierarchy might not be the best idea for this reason#they are equal but in âworkplaceâ or should I say âin plain sight and in the whole worldâ they're pretty much not#they are lovers but also boss and employee lol#the most important thing here responsible for the tension though is that their mission is so personal#the line is blurry and well we all know what their priorities are when it comes down to the choice between them and the world#the kind of negating they have to do with themselves and each other and the relationship uuuuuggghhh#coming back to the point above#they will hold it and let it settle eventually#it's just not now. we just have to hang on for a while longer#this is a long winded way of saying yes I have feelings about this scene#where moiraine shows vulnerability for a second and siuan's tenderness too#both of their expressions broke me#and then it was gone HAHAHAHAHAHA jokes on us
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