#ooc: My apologies.

[captain-facepatch]

Captain ???

I have a skin care routine, my greatest apologies.

[katsu2ji]

homesick — k. bakugou

a/n: to everyone going through a season of change, no matter how big or small, i love you :')

katsuki does a lot of stupidly annoying things sometimes, but one thing he will never, ever, do, is make fun of you for being homesick. he might joke around at first, but the moment he noticed you going silent and getting too lost in your own head, he makes a mental note to keep his mouth shut. he doesn't know what to say, so he doesn't say anything for fear of making things worse for you. he just lays down beside you, holding you up a bit and letting you cry as much as you need to. he doesn't care if you soak his shirt—it's you, for crying out loud. "it's just some damn fabric, it'll dry."

afterwards, he's doing everything he can to distract from the loneliness you may be feeling. he's grabbing a weighted blanket, arranging it so that most of the comfortable heaviness lays on you just right. he's getting you some water, making sure you get the rehydration you need so that you don't end up with a headache. "i don't wanna hear you complainin' later," he carefully teases with a small smile, glad to see you faintly return it. he's moving back into bed with you, resting comfortably at your side, a silent reminder that he's here. you're not alone like your mind is trying to convince you.

when he feels like the floor is open again, he's trying to bring back that smile. he's reminding you of all the good reasons for this change, the goals he knows you have and are capable of accomplishing. in his own katsuki-bakugou way he's trying to get you to focus on the positive side of things, something that you're usually doing to him. but he's willing to switch roles, because if there's one thing that makes him feel more helpless than anything else in this world, it's seeing the people he loves upset.

the feeling of homesickness can be hard, that he knows. it's a that feeling like your heart is squeezing in your chest and you can't stop it, and he's not gonna pretend like he hasn't felt it before. but at the end of the day,—and as cheesy as he knows it would sound coming out of his mouth—you've both got each other. he's not the biggest fan of change either, but he'd gladly go through a thousand different lives with you. he vows right then and there to make as much of a home for you as possible, whatever it looks like. he knows he can't make the uncomfortable feelings go away, but if he can loosen the painful tightening in your chest just a little, he'll do whatever it takes to see you smile again.

katsu2ji © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything of the sort with my work! i work very hard and you simply do not have my permission.

[beezii]

Mineru for last month's patreon character poll ✨

[arsoniiii]

a couple of goobers dancing in their pajamas

[uwuwha]

And oh, I wish I could hold you in my arms || but lately my body has been so afraid

A comic for @cometquest's blocktales apocalypse au! Can be interpreted either romantic or platonic. I kind of made my own story here, but you should definitely go check the au out!! His character designs are sick as hell and I've been a bit insane about them lately 🙏🙏!

Text reads: And if I knew you a little less, and my soul held a little less pride, I'd ask for you to stay safe by my side. But in my heart, I have long known what your answer would be.

Some extras below the readmore! Fair warning it's quite long

The comic without leetspeak!

In honour of the most recent lore post

Banner says: and me I feel also not so good Griefer's saying: Dude this yogurt fucking sucks

And my original tags condensed into incomprehensible paragraphs because there was not enough space to fit all of them underneath. Dear lord.

Genuinely I keep thinking about them oh my lord. The way in a normal world they would have never met. Wouldn't have even known eachother existed except in passing and rumors. Yet in this world where everything is falling apart Griefer and Jim are the only lifelines in their towns, do they meet even if its in voicechat. The only way Roadtown can talk to Turitopulis. And if Red lives in somewhere other than Roadtown or Blackrock, then Jim is quite literally the only way Brad can get updates on his father.

So they start talking and planning and communicating. And they communicate and they learn about eachother and they start talking more than strictly necessary and days or months or maybe years later, Griefer suddenly realizes that he's looking forward to his next conversation with Jim. He likes talking to him. He finds comfort with him. He cares a lot for Jim. A lot. Like a bird trying to rip out of his chest. Over the voice on his headphones who hes never seen before.

And if he knew Jim a little less well. If he maybe he were willing to beg a little more. He might've asked Jim to go and live in blackrock like his dad, or even go to Turitopulis to stay with him. But he knows who Jim is, and he knows who he is, and if someone had ever asked him to leave Turitopulis he would've socked them in the face. And even though he's calmer and more mellower than him, Griefer knows Jim would never think about leaving Roadtown for it to defend itself. And nobodys really manning the planes except for Jerry nowdays. So he never bothers asking.

But like a riving pounding against stone, the voices know they can't last forever and one day, maybe the voices finally got to him or maybe it was an act of self sacrifice, but Jim blows himself up. And all of the sudden Brad is left with headphones that emit static, no contact to Roadtown, and a sinking pit in his stomach. Do you see my vision here. Gripping myself.

[moeblob]

North and Simon: (shaking hands on killing Simon potentially)

[rae-pss]

masterlist

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . dc may have me in a certain chokehold nowadays, especially certain batfamily (shame on me really). ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 501 words.

without even having to ask, dick let himself lie down with the tranquility belonging to a prince on your bed. his body, freshly showered after your incessant comments on the matter, relaxed almost excessively before the remarkable comfort of the soft blankets that covered the mattress, adding to the tender pillows where his head rested in absolute calm. in itself, the moment seemed magical, as if he were lying on a cloud; although, the characteristic perfume of his beloved made an unconscious smile appear on his lips.

—look at the prince, so comfy on my bed.

opening his left eyelid, his gaze soon found the figure of whom his mind thought so much. leaning sideways against the door frame, you watched him with a smile similar to the one he had. with slow steps, knowing that he wouldn't move from there, you shortened the space that once existed between both, to merely two meters.

in a similar way to what he had done mere minutes ago, your body met his directly when, as if nothing, you laid down on him. a growl escaped from dick's lips as soon as the collision occurred; despite that, his smile never faded, not when his strong arms were quick to wrap around your waist. his fingers allowed themselves to be immersed in the tenderness of your skin; your reaction being to wrap your arms around his neck. feeling your breath against his neck, he couldn't stop a laugh from escaping him. having you so close, so comfortably close to him, only made his heart beat with palpable joy.

—aren't you comfortable there?

his voice, warm like no other, asked with an obvious tone of playful sarcasm. what he was looking for was obviously to gain some other reaction, any would do for him. however, the one he did earn was enough for his lips to seal with nothing more to comment on.

your head moved up and down gently in an affirmative answer to his question, and then your entire body snuggled up against his. you had your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, cheek resting on the part mentioned above, arms still around his neck, body pressed against his left side and legs hugging his own. it was noticeable that you were tired, or at least you faked it a little too well in the eyes of the man. however, that didn't matter anymore, especially given the tempting prospect of being able to sleep with you in such a way.

a sigh escaped dick's lips, one that more than anything showed how gentle he was with you. with an expression of calm content, he rested his lips for a quick second on your skin, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. so immediately after, allowed himself to settle against your body. and, once you were both more than comfortable in the sweet embrace, the slumber in your bodies made itself felt.

the couple fell peacefully into morpheus's arms sooner than later.

[chrollogy]

18+ MDNI; explicit smut, use of sex toy (fleshlight), tendou is a bit of a tease & a freak (he fucks the fleshlight while it’s sheathed inside you), pure smut and nothing else, pet name (my sweet). divider: cafekitsune.

── “hold it still like this, both hands, and no taking it off ‘til i say so, m’kay?” tendou cocked his head to the side and let out a sickly sweet hum, lips curling into a soft smile. his ruby gaze bore into you, searing a hole into your very core with that mischievous sparkle. you would’ve found his mannerisms cute—wholesome, even, if it wasn’t for the situation at hand. to put it simply, the vermillion-haired male wanted to try something new with you; your boyfriend was practically brimming with excitement as he explained exactly what it was he wanted to try.

while tendou’s expression became more and more enthusiastic, your’s morphed into something of the complete opposite. it sounds hot, he told you earlier, eyes budding with enthusiasm but even just thinking about it, you could already imagine how torturous it’d be on your end. but that’s exactly what tendou was going for.

nonetheless, you obliged and held onto the base—with both hands—of the fleshlight right at your entrance, it’s shaft inserted within the velvety walls of your cunt. you squirmed beneath your naked boyfriend, the feeling of hard plastic inside you wasn’t too comfortable, it felt foreign but that didn’t entirely mean it wasn’t pleasurable. the sex toy was able to stimulate your g-spot but it wasn’t enough, considering the straight angle of the fleshlight and how stiff it was.

“mhm. that’s it~” tendou cooed, giving you an approving nod before placing himself between your legs. his eyes were solely trained to your exposed cunt, you squeezed around the sex toy, anticipating his next move. tendou leaned down, placing a trail of chaste kisses between the valley of your breasts before bringing himself back up. you watched as he pursed his pink lips, gathering saliva atop his tongue to spit at his erect cock—a thin, translucent string of saliva falling from his lips to the head of his dick.

tendou lolled his head back; face angled to the ceiling as a lazy smile formed on his face. he pumped his cock once, twice, thrice; generously spreading the slimy liquid around his shaft. your boyfriend shifted a bit, the wooden frame of the bed creaking with his movements as he made himself comfortable. the crimson-haired man slapped his cock on the faux lips of the toy, as if it were your own—his mouth stretching into a sly grin, one that sent icy shivers up your spine.

without wasting any time, tendou slowly slipped his cock into the sex toy, a long whine in the shape of your name falling from his mouth—face scrunched in pure ecstasy. you bit your lip at his pornographic reaction, wishing it was your cunt instead. the movement of tendou’s hips shifted the fleshlight a bit, teasingly rubbing at your g-spot but not enough to elicit a completely pleasurable feeling. at best, you dug your nails around the toy, frustration slowly building up inside as he found a rhythm of push and pull.

one thing about tendou? he doesn’t shy away from expressing pleasure through his voice and face—you liked that a lot about him; strings of incoherent sentences, and the roll of his eyes spurring you further into carnal insanity but right this very moment, it frustrated you because the feeling of ecstasy was one sided. tendou doubled over your naked form, brows furrowed, and bottom lip caught between his teeth as he fucked the toy with fervour—walls eagerly sucking him back in. you would’ve been a whimpering mess right now, body jolting with each harsh thrust but the pleasure fell flat.

“t-tendou, please . .” you mewl. frustration engulfed your naked body, toes curling at the lack of sexual stimulation between your legs. despite his fucked out state, tendou smirked; beads of sweat lined his forehead, cheeks dusted pink. fuck. the sight only made you hornier. “hm? are you not enjoying this?” he cocked his head to the side, acting clueless. how cruel. tendou let out a soulless laugh before pushing his cock all the way into the fleshlight, balls touching the base of it. a shameless moan fell from his lips, followed by a string of curses. you clenched around the toy, disappointment growing with each passing second.

despite your desperate pleas, it fell deaf on tendou’s ears, continuing to fuck the sex toy like a rabid animal in heat. “you’ll get your turn, my sweet.” he breathed out, lips curling into a loose smile which only earned a loud whine from you. holy hell, the thought of having your pretty face beneath him while he pounded the toy was beyond fucking hot. not to mention the way your lips quivered ever so slightly, oh, it turned tendou on even more.

he let out a dainty whine, a clear indication of his nearing orgasm. “look at me.” tendou grabbed your jaw with one hand, locking your head in place to stare up at him and his fucked out state. long moans turned into shallow, rapid pants, the muscles in his body tightening as pleasure engulfed him whole. the look of displease on your face dizzied him, fuck, you were that desperate for his cock, huh? couldn’t even go a second without his dick buried inside you. the thought made his hips stutter, the knot deep in his stomach snapping.

tendou buried his face in the crook of your neck, a loud, shameless moan filling your ears as his climax hit him. he shuddered, shocks of pleasure electrifying every fibre of his sweat body; your boyfriend whispered saccharine praises against the column of your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. you lay there, limbs tingling with desire, cunt aching to be pounded by the man before you but before you could say anything, tendou lifted his head to look at you, crimson strands falling over his sweaty forehead,

“on all fours. keep it inside you, ‘m not done yet.”

this was going to be a hell of a long night—a torturous one at that but you obliged. you always did. and amidst the changing of positions, a bright idea popped in to his mind, one that brought a wide smile upon his face,

tendou knew exactly what he was going to do as punishment in the future.

oh, he’s such a genius.

[moonbiit-arts]

kacchan takes care of izuku after he came back to ua [sobs]

[twinksintrees]

thinking about chuuya seeing dazai at the ada

and he’s fucking thriving

and he should be happy for him. he should be happy he’s in a better place now. and a part of him is, of course, but more of him is hurt.

hurt that he’s not with chuuya anymore.

hurt that he’s thriving, and chuuya isn’t in the picture.

hurt that he gets to go off and leave him and there are no repercussions. he gets to be happy, he gets to be healthy, he gets to do all the things he never could in the port mafia.

he gets to feel human.

and chuuya is stuck. watching from the sidelines, like he always is.

he watched as dazai destroyed himself in the port mafia. he watched as he destroyed akutagawa. he watched as he wasted away in a cold dark shipping container, alone, for two years. he watched as he left, was abandoned yet again. and now he watches as he lives, truly lives, his life to his fullest extent.

he hates himself for feeling this way. he should be happy. he should be glad, proud, over the moon, feel something other than this sickening twist of envy in his stomach.

he opens a bottle of wine when he gets home. he was never taught how to handle his emotions, and the alcohol hadn’t steered him wrong yet.

god what he would give to feel normal. to feel normal, real, human emotions.

instead all he has is anger, and guilt, and jealousy, swirling in his gut.

hopefully the wine will wash it all away

[petricorah]

How's about "love shown through weapon's maintenance" for a zukka prompt?

Ahh this was such a good prompt! I do wish i wasn't half asleep in a car to do it proper justice, but i hope you enjoy!

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Zuko woke in a cold sweat.

He panted, frantically attempting to catch his breath as the dregs of his nightmare melted off his body. His chest was tight, and he felt like his throat was closed off. He looked wildly around his room but was met with abrupt darkness. He flicked his hand to produce the flame, and only sparks erupted from his hand.

He grit his teeth. Of course. Of course this was still a problem.

He'd been stressed for months, between his new duties as firelord and assassination attempts, and more and more, and for some reason, his ability to bend had dwindled, which had done nothing but increase the stress.

No one knew, of course. He'd kept it close to him. He was vulnerable at this time, and he didn't know who to trust. And the idea of telling his friends...he was supposed to be stronger than this. After all he's been through, this is what was bested him? The stress of running a nation? He'd even gone to the dragons themselves and found a new way of bending, and now it was gone again? Did he have to go back?

Zuko felt the panic rise in his chest once more, that awful feeling that he hadn't been able to shake, and he groaned loudly, the sound echoing off the room. He shook his head and threw the covers off of him. They crumpled to a pile on the ground. In the dark, he reached for the spot on his wall where his swords were mounted and closed his hand around the joint hilts.

A smidgen of the panic clogging his throat dissipated, but not by much.

He took them off the wall and carefully crept out of the room.

Since the third assassination attempt, he hadn't slept in the firelord's chambers. That let him sleep a little better--mostly because he didn't like staying in what he still considered to be his father's room. In order to call attention to his new resting place, there were no guards stationed outside of his door. That was fine enough--the guards hadn't been able to stop the assassins the first few times, so it was better to not have any blood shed on his behalf, anyway.

And it made for an easier escape when he wanted to pace the grounds in the middle of the night.

He made his way through the palace. He had no idea where he was going. He had no idea what he was doing. Why he was going there. With his swords. He just--

The air on his sweat soaked skin made him shiver. He stood in front of the door, swords drawn, and didn't move.

This is stupid.

He grit his teeth and stepped away from the door, causing the wood under his feet to creak. He winced, and the door opened before he could decide on running or jumping behind it.

"...Zuko?" Sokka said sleepily, rubbing the back of his head. His hair was down, framing his face, and sticking up in every direction. He looked groggy and sleep logged. "What are you doing here?"

"That's how you open the door?" He snapped. "What if I was an assassin?"

Sokka squinted at him. "I could tell it was you," he said. "You always shift like that in front of my door."

What? "I do not!"

Sokka's eyes trailed down to his swords. "Were you coming to kill me?"

"No!" He snarled in a hushed voice. "How could you say that?"

Sokka laughed sleepily, a good sound that Zuko couldn't appreciate because he couldn't shove down the panic in his chest.

"Relax," he said. "Why are you here, then?"

Zuko grit his teeth and his eyes drifted away from Sokka's gaze.

"Ah."

"I thought we could spar."

Sokka chewed on the inside of his cheek. "Nah."

"What? You're awake now."

"You look pissed," he said jabbing a finger at him accusatorily. "And I'm still half asleep. That's a recipe for getting my head lopped out."

"I wouldn't do that to you," he said through his teeth. "How could you think that I would do something like that? Do you really think I've lost that much control--"

"Woah," Sokka said and put both of his hands on Zuko's shoulders, stopping him in his tracks. "Chill out."

Zuko could feel the warmth through the tips of his fingers, grounding him. His eyes had adjusted in the dark, and he could see Sokka's features. Soft and concerned.

"Stay here," Sokka said. He withdrew his hands and a rush of coldness fell over Zuko at their absence.

Sokka came back out a few minutes lter, holding something in his hand. He motioned for him to follow, and they made their way out to the moonlit courtyard.

"Give me your swords," Sokka said. He sat himself down on the grass, and Zuko followed suit, handing him the swords. The night breeze was cold, and sittinf in the damp grass was colder, but he did.

He watched as Sokka took the object in his hand and began to sharpen his sword.

"I can do that myself," he said.

"I know."

Zuko glared at him, but settled into his seat and watched as Sokka ran the stone across the blade.

"What were you told to do when you sharpen your blade?" Sokka said.

"It's a task," he said. "What do you mean?" It was simply something you did to take care of your weapons.

"My dad said that you should use the opportunity of sharpening your blade to sharpen your mind," Sokka said. His long hair fell forward as he leaned to see what he was doing. "When I was younger, I thought it meant to focus on the battle ahead. But now...I use it to clear my mind."

"Should your head be any emptier?"

Sokka rolled his eyes and jabbed him in the ribs. "The best sword works as an extension of your body," he said.

Zuko narrowed his eyes. Of course.

"So you have to take care of yourself like you would a prized weapon." He pressed the stone on the tip of the sword, and the metal bent downwards. "Just like stress can destroy a blade, it can destroy you, too." Sokka relaxed his shoulders and let out a long breath. "I think it's important to remember that."

Zuko was silent for a moment. Then--

"I can't avoid being stressed," he said, and he reached forward to take the swords back, pulling them from Sokka's grasp and putting them back together. "I wanted to spar and get rid of that stress. That's why I came to you. If you don't want to do that, then I'll leave--"

"Zuko," Sokka said. "Just sit down."

Zuko glared down.

"Please. To humor me. And then you can fight me and knock me out so I can go back to sleep."

Zuko's eyes narrowed to slits, but he slumped down.

Sokka sat with his legs crossed, looking like Aang when he meditated.

"You're kidding me, right? Are you an air nomad?"

"Remember when we went to the boiling rock?" he said. "And you used your breath to stay warm?"

"I've tried that," he said. "But every time I sit still, I just think about everything that I have to do, and everything that's happening and--"

Sokka reached over and took his hand, and Zuko immediately closed his mouth. "Just breathe with me for a bit."

Zuko kept his mouth in a firm line, but did. He expected Sokka to remove his hand, but he didn't.

Sokka took a big breath next to him, and Zuko hesitated, but did. He closed his eyes inhaled, filling his lungs, taking in so much that his chest ached and his back cracked.

And he breathed out.

And again.

And again.

"You know we have your back, right?" Sokka said softly from beside him. Zuko could feel the warmth from his palm over his, radiating throughout his body. "All of us. We're here for you."

Zuko could feel the tightness swirl inside his chest, panic flaring up, and a burning behind his glassy eyes. "I don't want you to have to be."

Sokka laughed. "Well, too bad. You have friends. I hated it when you made me do exercises for my leg and when you wouldn't let me train until it healed. I especially hated when it gave out and you had to carry me all the way back to the palace. But that's what friends do. And that's what I'm doing for you."

Zuko's opened one eye, looking at him. "By comparing me to a weapon?"

He laughed again, and this time, Zuko appreciated it. He appreciated how soft and carefree it was. How deep and grounded it sounded. How he could hear it at the middle of the night. How he was there to hear if.

"Yeah. By comparing you to a weapon."

Sokka took another deep breath, and Zuko did as well.

And, in one final exhale, he felt the flames curl out of his mouth, and warmth spread across his body once more.

[vicomte-raoul-de-chagny]

*shake shake shake*

(x)

[More shaking noises]

Are we- ack- almost done? Is it working yet?

[thepersonperson]

I can’t believe we got an infodump on simple domains AGAIN over a Sukuna backstory.

More complaining under the cut.

Usually I am one to give Gege the benefit of the doubt and will read heavily into what little information we are given. But I can't defend this chapter themes or character wise.

Even if this turns out to be a fakeout, going in painstaking detail over a show-not-tell battle in a way that lacks characterization and heartfelt emotion sucks to read. Even if the new shadow style and simple domain debacle goes somewhere, having it the main focus after an extremely traumatic battle instead of characters processing their emotions sucks to read. Even if Gojo is alive and that's why they're this chipper, everyone ignoring his sacrifice and efforts along with Choso's sucks to read.

I'm happy Yuta and Higuruma are alive but why was their revival off-screened? Yuta was so defensive over Gojo and everyone treating him like an object just 8 chapters ago. What happened to that? Why is everyone treating this battle like it was no big deal? (Also why the fudge did Kusakabe tell Yuji, a 15 year old, to his face he should've been killed while disparaging Gojo for protecting the life of a child???)

After the Shibuya Incident, there was a whole segment dedicated to how this affected the average person. The Culling Games ended and there are still bloodthirsty freaks running around. What happened to them? Is Angel hunting them down and that's why Hana is missing? Infodumping on anything except the battle would've been better.

I doubt we'll get any more info on Sukuna, Kenjaku, and Tengen at this point. We'll be lucky if there's a funeral for even Geto's body. Shoko was absent this entire chapter which makes me thing she's still trying to save Gojo or she's preparing their bodies for a funeral.

Anyways. This is the worst JJK chapter for me hands down. My hopes for the final 2 are mostly dashed. Crunch and poor working conditions really do ruin art my goodness.

[daemon-in-my-head]

I'm gonna be real with y'all. We don't actually need canon durgetash or more Gortash content.

What we rly need is to hype up each other about their creations regarding this train wreck of a man. Encourage ppl to speak their truths and discuss in detail, but respectfully, what kinda shit that guy pulled. However many ppl in this community sharing their inputs and personal thoughts is gonna render much more creative and simply just more options nd output and things to ponder as you reject smooches, which is far more fun anyway.

Atp any new content will be used for someone to moan and bitch and dog pile another person about their takes, interpretation and/or their creations.

The character is done. The story is done. Whatever 'new content' they'd throw in would just be pure fan service and 100% used against fans by other fans.

So instead, just appreciate and hype and enjoy and share with fellow brain rotters and curate the experience you want and a space that a fandom can thrive in.

It's close to a year since the character was released. I'd much prefer the creators to show their backbone by sticking to their interpretation and we can run with it as much as we like without their intervention and 'correction'.

Also mods are a thing, and bg3 has a bunch of very great and talented mod authors who share their creations for free and allow a much more 'personal' experience with the game anyway. Who tf cares what you do when nobody's looking and it's not breaking some laws.

[gomzdrawfr]

in-betweens

[coconox]

bit late for pocky day but i wanted to draw a lil smth for it :3c