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archangeldyke-all · 1 month ago

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Oh man I have ideas..

Sevika has a home back in Zaun but she has to have an apartment in Piltover because of councilor duties until she fully adjusts to topside and accepts the insistent offers of a manor. Imagine being her wife and just helping her relax after her first day, cuddling and all that whilst adjusting to the fancy apartment bigger than your old house.

Or..

Sevika taking her wife out for a walk in Piltover, admiring more of the garden as the plants grow upon new soil. A talk about the future whilst holding hands.

Or..

Them renewing their vows, having that damn fancy wedding of the dreams.

Toodles!!!

EEEEEEEEK okay lets do some councilor sevika (also isha and jinx are still alive in this story because i said so. she doesn't need to suffer so much to still be an incredible leader. give her her girls!!!)

men and minors dni

you were the first person approached about sevika representing zaun in piltover's new council post-war.

you were a little concerned to find councilwoman shoola and three members of her personal guard on your front stoop-- and for just a moment you had a flash of anxiety that she was here looking for jinx or isha.

"councilwoman. hello." you say, still surprised. you've met the woman a few times before, both of you attending various re-building efforts around the undercity. she holds up a hand.

"please, dear, we've built a bookshelf together, you've seen me at my lowest. you can call me shoola."

"h-how can i help you counc-- shoola?" you ask. she smiles.

"i'm here regarding your wife."

you frown. "...is she in some kind of trouble?" you ask, already mentally planning how to worm sevika out of her trouble. the councilwoman chuckles.

"quite the opposite, actually. i'd like her to join the council... as an ambassador to the free nation of zaun." she says.

you nearly shit yourself at her words-- sevika's life work casually mentioned like it's just a sidenote. "the-- free?" you ask.

she smiles. "while the deaths of the other councilmembers in the war was a horrible loss, there are some issues i could never get my late colleagues to agree on. now, though... i've been given full authority to reorient the power structure of the council to avoid anymore kirraman's taking over-- and i've always been of the belief that zaun should be free."

"and w-what... you want to arrest jinx in exchange for it?" you ask.

shoola chuckles. "no."

"y-you want isha?" you ask. shoola laughs again.

"what could i want with a child? no!"

"so... what do you want?" you ask, your voice shaking as the reality of the situation sinks in.

"i just want your help talking sevika into the job. i know she can be... stubbo--?"

"bullheaded?" you guess as shoola searches for a kind word to describe sevika's stubbornness. she chuckles at your description of your wife and nods.

"here." she hands you a stack of papers. "i've outlined the full responsibilities of the job. as well as the benefits she will receive for serving. please. look it over and talk to her, would you?"

you do.

it's an excellent proposal.

as the undercity figures out how it wants to self govern, piltover will fund zaun's public infrastructure as if it's their own-- meaning that the undercity will, practically overnight, have access to things like clean water. and schools. and welfare. they will provide these services for up to fifteen years as zaun finds it's footing.

the position outlined for sevika in piltover's council is a way to assure piltover doesn't back out of their promises-- that somebody is there to call them out when they try to cut corners in helping the young nation of zaun find it's footing.

and, while your wife might miss the more physical aspects of her old work, you can see her chewing out some stingy old councilors for their greed in your minds eye, and you can't help but smile.

"what're you smilin' about?" sevika asks.

you jump and slam the folder in front of you closed, blinking up at your wife.

she's back from her meeting with ran, scar and jericho. the four of them have grown close in these past few months as they coordinate rebuilding efforts for various neighborhoods across zaun. you have to gulp, trying not to get dizzy with the possibilities of what sevika's job offer means for them as a team. as team zaun.

"h-how was your meeting?" you ask. sevika raises an unimpressed eyebrow at you and you huff. she sinks across the table from you, easily pulling the folder out of your grasp.

"meeting was fine. the elementary school bein' built in firelight's territory is almost ready to open. first school in zaun." she says with a smile. "now, what were you smiling at?"

"i was approached by councilwoman shoola this afternoon."

sevika raises an eyebrow at you. "did you two try to build a chair this time?" she teases. you groan and kick her shin, before tapping the folder in her hands.

"no. i was asked to convince my stubborn-ass, incredibly loyal, strong, beautiful, hard-fucking-headed wife to join the fucking council."

sevika blinks. "what?"

"they want you in the new council. serving as an ambassador. to the free nation of zaun, sevika."

sevika blinks again, and then she rips the file open, her silver eyes flying across the confidential text. "the fr-- the free nation of zaun?" she asks, her eyes flying up to yours to confirm. you grin and nod.

sevika flies out of her seat and crawls across the dining room table to reach you, tears flowing down her cheeks as she kisses you like her life depends on it.

you're there when shoola and sevika finally sit down to discuss the opportunity. shoola's the first piltoverian to not turn her nose up at the messy state of your small home-- she even grins at the sound of jinx and isha bickering from their bedroom. "you two have made a lovely home for yourselves, here." she says, sitting down at the table and jumping a bit when a toy squeaks under her bum. "i can almost see the love leaking out of the wallpaper."

"could be black mold." you whisper. sevika and shoola both sputter surprised laughs.

"sevika. have you considered my proposal?" shoola asks.

sevika sighs and nods. "i have a few conditions before i agree." she says.

this surprises you. as if the prospect of representing a free zaun isn't tempting enough, you saw the salary sevika's being offered. it's the kind of money that could buy you a house big enough that all four of you could have your own bathrooms.

(secretly, though, you hope you live in a tiny house forever. you like tripping over your family-- being within reaching distance at all times.)

"first. i'd like you to assign me the budget to employ three of my trusted confidants as advisors. i can give you their identities if you'd like, but i give you my word that they're good peo--"

"done." shoola cuts sevika off, scribbling a quick note in her journal before looking back up at the pair of you with a smile. "what else?" she asks.

you smile a bit. sevika blinks, then gulps. "jinx and her little friend ekko get a full ride to the university up top. they're incredibly gifted, and with a little proper education they could advance zaun--"

"you don't have to convince me, i remember how the war went. without them, we'd all be dead. i can arrange that."

"i don't want to leave zaun. i can't represent these people if i'm not living here. i'll need a car to get--"

"would you like a personal vehicle or a driver each morning and evening?" shoola asks.

sevika blinks. "a-a driver." she says, a little shocked.

"anything else?" shoola asks.

sevika nods. "o-one last thing." she reaches over to grab your hand. you have no idea what she could possibly want beyond what she's asked for-- she's taken care of her friends, her family, and her transport.

"anything." shoola says. you think the woman might mean it.

sevika looks down at her lap and sighs. "we... we never really got married." she says. you blink, not at all understanding why she's telling the councilwoman this. "i mean... we had a party and we exchanged vows," she says, a smile tugging at her lips. you squeeze her hand and her eyes flick up to yours, before shyly darting away like you guys haven't been married for a decade now. like you guys don't have two kids together. "but we never... nobody gets married in zaun. 's expensive. the trip up to the justice is too far. and..." sevika gulps, her voice getting shaky as she looks back up at you. "and you're the reason i've fought so hard for our home in the first place." she whispers.

tears start to well up in your eyes and you let out a shaky laugh. "what, 're you proposing to me again?" you ask. sevika snorts and shakes her head before turning to shoola. the woman's drying her own tears.

"will you arrange to have us married? officially?"

"i'd be honored." shoola agrees.

the wedding is small and intimate, you and sevika, jinx and isha, vi, ran, scar, jericho, and shoola.

the councilwoman took you to a beautiful little garden a few blocks away from the council, and she married you, officially, as the sun set and your girls threw handfuls of confetti into the sky.

your whole party marches through the streets of piltover and back to zaun for the afterparty, councilwoman shoola laughing happily as you introduce her to the zaunite tradition of barcrawling.

each bar you enter, jericho happily announces that you and sevika have been freshly married. sevika, being the new spokeswoman of zaun, is quite the celebrity now. all of this is to say, you spend the night drinking many free drinks, hugging many drunk strangers, and kissing your wife on request about a thousand times.

it's the best night of your life.

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sickwhispers · 3 months ago

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hii could I request some rodger x reader..

QUITE THE CHARMER

Pairing: Rodger x reader

Relationship: romantic

Warning: none

Type: headcanons + drabble

"Y/n?" Toodles stands behind you, a curious look on her face as you turn around to face her. It wasn't unusual for her to ask you questions out of the blue, especially when the team was able to relax for a bit after another run, considering she was always such a curious little thing. And, you never minded answering. "Why does Rodger call you his sweetheart?

To say you were shocked was an understatement

Sweetheart?

Sure, you've heard him throw the word around before

But, usually he kept that sort of nickname saved for when you two were alone

And, most of the time, you had always assumed it was just something having to do with his overall persona

Referring to you as sweetheart in front of others, though?

That was new

He was always the type to be gentle with you, and maybe even a little protective

He cared for the others, there was no doubt about that, but he seemed to be more cautious when you or toodles were teamed with him

An airhorn hidden in his pocket, purposely messing up during an extraction, keeping extra tapes in case dandy were to sale aid

All things he did in case you two were in trouble

In full honesty, he knew he wouldn't forgive himself if you were to get hurt during a run

Along with him putting himself at risk for your safety, he usually preferred you to hide during rounds

Even if you weren't always so fond of it

He knew you wanted to help at times, but he'd sleep better at night knowing that you were safe and sound

"Alright... you two stay here. I'd rather you hide them lose another one of those hearts." He whispered, his voice barely audible to anyone besides you and toodles as he gently takes her out of his arms and into yours. And, the second she's handed over, her arms quickly wrap around your neck, holding onto tighter then you've ever felt before.

You open your mouth to speak, attempting to protest against what felt like another one of his commands. But, you didn't get far before he had already begun shushing you. "Don't start with me now."

"Toodles?" He starts once more, turning his gaze from you and onto the little girl clinging to you. It almost amazes you. The way his tone went from something akin to disapproval and worry, to something much more softer. "I need you to be brave, alright? Be a big girl and keep them safe for me."

"Got it, rodger!" She says, a little two loudly then what you and rodger were comfortable with. Quickly, rodger turned around, using his one eye to scan around the area. And, once taking notice of the lack of footsteps coming their way, shifted his gaze back over to the both of you.

"Thank you, toodles. Remember, shh..." her head nods in reply to what rodger had said, holding up a finger to her mouth as she copies the same shushing sound he had made.

He wasn't made to distract, and the heavy breathing that seemed to attract every twisted in the area was proof of that, yet..

At the same time

He couldn't help but jump into action

He knew how risky it was, and at most times he'd prefer to think of it logically

He was the logical person of the group, he was a detective

But, he felt almost embarrassed at how many times situations he's out himself in just to insure your safety

Now, if you weren't in danger, and he was able to think straight before reacting, he usually went with the more refined ways to insure your safety

Most of the time

If a twisted was headed your way, and hadn't noticed you yet, then he'd prefer to throw something in the opposite direction and away from you

But on those special occasions where he felt there was little to no time, he wouldn't hesitate before throwing himself in front of you

If he was able to reach you, that is

#i hope you know rodger and toodles are a package deal #be prepared to be a parent once you date rodger #I wrote all of this as soon as i wake up i hope its good #now time for college #dandys world #dandy's world #dandy's world x reader #rodger dandys world #rodger x reader #rodger dw #dandy's world rodger #rodger dandy's world #x reader

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birdbaddie · 6 months ago

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Spar: Gone Wrong

Oooooo we starting to get fancy up in here. More slop that I have cooked for you to enjoy! Thanks for reading and toodles! ;)

--SUMMARY-- Where you try out your new move and it gives Satoru a heart attack.

Satoru Gojo x Teacher! f.Reader

“Yuji! Stop being a nosey idiot!” Nobara hits Yuji over the head with her phone as both of them walk up to Megumi and the year 2’s.

“It’s not being nosey when you’re practically showing off your texts to the entire world!” he rubs his head as they bicker.

Megumi sighs in defeat as he hears his friends get closer. They’re only down the hall but he already feels a headache coming on.

‘At least it’s not that idiot.’ That he’s grateful for but it’s still lunch so anything could happen, especially in this school.

Thinking about that idiot, he wonders where you are. Because where you are, Gojo is usually only 2 feet behind. He remembers you mentioning you have PPA time to plan lessons for next week but he couldn’t remember which day you said you had it. It was usually the same scheduled time every week, but after a certain blindfolded menace complained and whined to principal Yaga for 4 days straight about it being on the same days as his off days- her schedule was magically changed.

He recalls how confused you were when Gojo gave you the ‘great news’ but you accepted it fairly quickly because that was just who you were. Even though that was a certain charm that Megumi loved about you, Being that aloof and naive in the field they were in was nothing short of dangerous. The only reason the higher-ups haven’t done anything about it was because of the power you held. That and you were Gojo Satoru’s spouse.

“That would be interesting, What do you think Megumi?”

At the sound of his name, he was snapped out of his thoughts.

“Huh?”

He sees Nobara scowl at him not listening and points an accusatory finger at him. “You’ve been around those two longest so surely you’ve seen them spar before?”

At her words, he can only guess they were talking about you and Gojo.

“What about it?” He’s only ever seen you guys spar twice, Gojo winning one and you winning the other. Both times Megumi didn’t know how it was going to end due to your techniques basically being opposite of each other. Where Gojo had some of the strongest offense techniques known in jujutsu history, You had the reverse. Big strong wings that could get you anywhere as fast as Satoru’s warping technique and a mutated version of cursed energy the higher-ups like to call ‘blessed energy’. It lets you create shields out of this energy that repels any cursed technique, even Gojo’s purple hollow.

He could never get a scratch on you (not that he’d want to anyway) And you could never do the same because of your lack of offensive techniques. In that way, Megumi could say you were made for each other.

Maki crosses her arms as she sports that usual bored look.

“We were gonna ask that idiot if he could take us for lunch but Inumaki said there were bentos for us in the fridge anyway,” so it was PPA day, you usually got up early to make them for everyone as you couldn’t help yourself if you have the time. Megumi gets one every day anyway but if he let everyone else know then he’d have them all on his ass and that’s just another headache he’d rather avoid.

“So if we’re stuck here, Panda came up with the idea of asking those two to show us how they’d spar” Maki genuinely looked interested in the concept. You had helped her how to handle different weapons in her first year so he couldn’t blame her for being curious how her sensei would handle herself in a ‘real’ fight.

Even though Gojo made it clear that most lunchtimes, it was his time to chill with you and just you- Megumi knew the idea of another spar with (Y/N) was filling his need to be near you and tempting his ego at the same time.

“Fine, but I’ll just say this to give you guys a warning,” Megumi started to walk towards your office where he knew both of you would be, not caring if any of them caught up or not.

He shoves his hands in his pocket as he thinks back to those two spars he’s witnessed before- rare excitement building inside him.

“Neither of them hold back”

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“Toru, slow down! You’ll choke if you keep eating that fast!” Satoru loved it when you doted on him, it felt domestic to him and it was a nice change from killing curses all of the time. It was also one of the reasons he fell in love with you in the first place so he guesses he’s never grown bored of it.

He smirks as he leans his head over the shoulder of the small sofa, knowing it was annoying you by how nonchalant he was about it.

“Well sweets, if you didn't make this so nice every time then maybe I wouldn’t eat it as quickly” The smug smirk on his face only irks you more as he wasn’t taking it as seriously as you.

Putting down your pen and pushing your swivel chair behind you to stand up, you simultaneously picked up your own bento and worked your way to the sofa Satoru was currently taking all the space on.

“If I feed you myself, you’ll slow down right?” You made it sound more of a request than a question and that was what gave Satoru the victory. It was always easy to pull you in the direction he wanted and he liked to abuse that power every time. This situation itself has just become such a common occurrence now, that the back and forth has reduced to the absolute minimum.

He takes his legs off of the other side of the sofa and sits up properly, still sporting that shit-eating grin as he makes room for you to settle in properly next to him. Most times he does feel some sort of guilt for doing what he does but in most cases, it was only for your best interest. For example- now, you have been at that desk on that computer for at least 3 hours straight. He was sure if you didn’t get out of that chair for another hour you would lose circulation in your legs. And with you basically being on top of him it was a win-win situation.

“ I definitely wouldn’t refuse something like that,” he gave you his bento as he quickly snatched your own from your other hand. “ But only if I get to do the same for you”

Seeing the soft look on his face even with the blindfold gave you tingles up your arms.

‘This man could say anything and I'd still be whipped’

Mirroring his look, you gently fixed his blindfold where it had begun to slip on his undercut. Him leaning into your hand as you caressed the back of his head, playing with the little hairs.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing” You sighed blissfully as you moved your hand to the side of his face instead. He overlapped your hand with his own, playing with the engagement ring on your finger.

“Well if you know what I’m doing then why haven’t you stopped me?” He challenged your statement so swiftly but it was just as easy for you to come up with your own reply.

“I never said I didn’t enjoy it” You recognised his little efforts for you to relax and it was just natural at this point for you to give in without much fight.

He fought high-grade curses nearly every day and you were called nearly every meeting as a bodyguard for the higher-ups. You would be a fool to pass up any chance to be this close to your fiancè. Not being as strong as most of the other jujutsu sorcerers offensively, you were barely only graded as a semi-grade 2 so you were not called on as many missions as most others. Instead, you were used as the unbreakable shield to protect the higher-ups and lead escorts for related important people to them.

Satoru would always be worried about you when on any mission and vice versa, but it was never a question of if you came home, it was a matter of when. Both of you know better than to doubt the other's ability but it would be impossible to stop that worry from appearing.

“Love you” his usual smirk comes back as your hand moves to your chopsticks.

“Love you too idiot” The endearing look on your face makes it obvious you didn’t mean that nickname and as this was precious time, Satoru decided to ignore it just this once in favor of starting to feed you. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t get back at you later for it.

5 minutes go by with you both still feeding each other with little conversation in between before a knock sounds at the tatami doors. You look at Satoru, letting him decide what he wanted to do and by the look on his face, it didn't look like he was all too happy from the disturbance.

But before he could tell the person on the other side of the door to kiss his ass, they heard Megumi’s voice come through.

“Oi Idiot! You in there?”

Widening your eyes, you gave Satoru a certain look as your wings twitched behind you. Looking back at you he only groaned inwardly as he stood up.

‘She has a softer spot for him than me’ he whined to himself as he set your bento on your desk and worked his way to the door.

“This best be important” he whispered as he threw open the door with an indifferent look.

Behind the door, he could see all of the first years and the 2nd years grouped up and whispering amongst themselves.

Growing confused by the sight of everyone there he wanted to get straight to the point so he could go back to spending time with you.

“What did you guys need?” No quip or annoying comment showed all of them that Satoru Gojo wasn’t that happy he was just interrupted from his free time with you. Hopefully, the incentive of this idea would be enough to convince him.

“We were wondering if we could watch you and (L/n)-sensei spar”

Satoru’s eyes widened as he was briefly surprised. He thought they were just gonna ask for money to go to that new fair in the nearby town or ask him a stupid question about Panda’s fur or something. Before he could answer, you piped up from right beside him. Caught off guard from the question he didn’t notice how quickly you came up to the door.

“Well I have been working on a new move, it would be nice to try it out properly- but why the sudden interest?” You had been working on this new skill for a while now and because of how busy you and Satoru have been lately, it was quite difficult to know how effective it was.

“Wait really? How come I didn’t know about this?” He turns to you and wraps both of his arms around your left, feigning a sad and disappointed face.”I thought you loved me?”

Megumi scoffs at Gojo’s over-the-top display.

“Idiot” He mutters.

“I didn’t mean to not tell you! It’s just slipped my mind since I’ve only worked on it a bit each week” You genuinely looked guilty and Megumi didn’t know whether to sigh or laugh.

Megumi instead cleared his throat, if he didn’t stop you two- this would go on for the rest of lunch and they would have no time to spar. The number of times he missed his solo book club because of the same reasons- He only had a designated time for those classrooms dammit!

This time Satoru looked at you, letting you decide what you wanted to do as either way he would still be by you anyway.

Thinking about it some more you started to grin as you crossed your arms.

“What’s the score right now? Seventy to seventy-one?” Understanding your words, Satoru copied your grin as he looked down at you.

“Think you can even it up sweets?” Already thinking of ways to win, he brushed his hair back with one hand in his pocket.

“I think you shouldn’t underestimate me” You let your wings brush against him as you walked past and down the hallway towards the training grounds. Your feathers leaving a tingling sensation against his cheek.

Satoru bit his lip and willed his excitement to go down as he was still on school grounds, All students following closely behind you now as well as he was left to catch up.

Still lingering by the door, he stared down the direction you went as you turned the corner and secretly gave him a challenging smile.

‘Game on Princess’

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After calming himself down and thinking of a battle strategy, he worked his way outside where he saw the students had created two designated areas on the steps. One had your name and the other had his messily written on big white cardboard sheets. How they managed to do it so quickly he didn't know.

“YOU GOT THIS SENSEI!” turning to Yuji’s voice, Satoru sent him a cocky smirk until he realised what the areas were for- face immediately dropping.

They were areas for them to guess who would win.

And only Yuji was sat by his name.

Turning to the rest of the students he put one hand on his hip and one on his heart.

“Do none of you think I can win???” Despite his act of trying to get them to pity him, they were only annoyed more.

Nobara being the one to speak up.

“If you don’t get your ass down there now, I'll be the one beating you up”

“Tuna, Tuna”

Gasping dramatically, he held his head up as he went the rest of the way to his spot on the training grounds.

“Even my own students don’t believe in me” pretending to wipe a tear from his blindfold.

As both of them were finishing up their stretches, Nobara turned to Megumi with a prevalent question that had been lingering in her head for a while.

“Is it just me or does this seem insanely unfair?”

Locking eyes with Nobara, he paused eating his bento- putting the half-eaten ginger-chicken slice back on top of the rice.

“What do you mean?”

“Well Gojo-sensei has infinity and limitless, I’ve only seen (L/n)-sensei create shields” Before Megumi could say anything, Yuji piped up from across from them. His cheeks full of the bento you made for him.

“That’s a point! Can’t Gojo-sensei teleport as well? (L/n)-sensei doesn’t even have the speed edge on him”

Megumi grumbled as those two went off on a tangent. To be fair he had been thinking the same the first time he was about to watch his guardians spar. It was clear to everyone how he favored you over Gojo and as he caught your eye mid-hamstring stretch- giving him a small wave, it took him back to that first one. He was barely 7 years old, yet he already knew to trust you more than Gojo. He watched you guys from his bedroom window, silently cheering you on. From then to now, your techniques and the way you fight have come a long way but back then you couldn’t form your shields for more than 5 seconds at a time before they dissolved. But where you were training him for months before that fight, he saw you steadily improve your skills. Not just relying on your technique.

So when he saw Gojo win he remembers the disappointment he felt for you as Gojo helped you up. The memory was a bit foggy now but he’d never forget the way you ruffled his hair as you gave him his miso and rice the next morning, calling him-

‘My little believer’

“She has more of an edge than you think morons”

“HUUHH, WHO ARE YOU CALLING A-” but before Nobara could wack him over the head, a loud bang was heard and you and Gojo were on each other in less than a second. You threw your left leg at his ribs, covering it with a shield. It easily went through his infinity- as if it wasn’t even there. But before it managed to touch him, he teleported behind you ready to twist your arm.

Using your wings, you unfurled them and let them spread out as much as possible, not only blocking his attack but you flew back as hard as possible, knocking Gojo as he stumbled backward.

Quickly shooting up into the air, only about 15 feet, you did a half backflip-curling your wings in as you shot down to your target.

Warping again, Gojo landed a few meters behind where you would land, readying a lapse red. He didn’t want to take any chances in this fight because he had no idea what the ace up your sleeve was, but he couldn’t lie that he wasn’t at least a little bit intrigued.

“He’s doing a lapse red already?!?!” Panda stood in shock not knowing how it escalated so quickly.

“Sit down dumbass you’re blocking my view” Maki nearly tugged panda down herself before he crashed back down on the step.

You turned and to the students, it didn’t look like you turned quick enough. The lapse red shredded through the training grounds until it just stopped. Every student except one stood on their feet with wide eyes.

The dust cleared and the students couldn’t see you, Thinking Gojo just disintegrated you they all started yelling at him.

But Gojo only smiled as he leaned a bit to the side, you flying right where he just was, missing his neck by just a few centimeters. At the sight of you, the students all sat back down.

“Nice try princess, but your energy gives you away every time”

Narrowing your eyes, you carried on with your strategy. All you had to do was make sure he couldn’t get too close to you. You can get away with a lot of things with your techniques but if you let him engage in hand-to-hand combat with you, you’d lose instantly. You weren’t physically as strong as him at all and he had more experience in that field. It was how you lost over half of the duels you two had.

You knew your energy was more visible than others, probably twice as potent as Satoru’s. Because of the nature of it, you understood you would be less than helpful on missions involving curses graded 1 and higher. They would find you before you would find them.

Good thing this new move you’ve been working on centers around it.

The back and forth went on for about 10 more minutes until Gojo decided enough was enough.

Seeing the familiar hugh of his hollow purple, you felt relieved as you were starting to tire yourself out. Gojo could sense that too and he was feeling a bit nice today.

Flying alongside the forest, you let the final parts of your plan fall into place. Covering yourself with your shield. At this point, you’ve shown the capability of your shields- hopefully letting Satoru put his guard down.

And as the hollow purple shot across and towards you, you feigned shock, letting your wings falter for a second. And as the technique touched your shield, you let it absorb the power. Only letting it shatter at the last moment of force. Letting it blow you backward and into the forest.

“Blessed technique; veiled armor”

With a victory smirk, Satoru pirouetted and bowed toward the students as if he were on a stage and just performed a simple magic trick.

Straightening up quickly he pointed enthusiastically towards Yuji.

“Yuji! I dub you my favorite student!”

After no reply, he dropped his arm as he looked at his students' unreadable faces. Waving his arms up and down.

“At least give me some praise for being a super awesome and strong teacher!”

Another few beats went by and no one did anything, not even move.

Hands now laying limply by his sides, he was about to reassure his students until a flash of black ran by him.

Turning, he could see Megumi’s strands of hair disappear into the forest followed by his divine dogs.

Confused, he stared at where Megumi ran in trying to figure out why he would do it. Before, he’d never worry over either of you this much after a spar. He knew how strong you both were and he knew Satoru wouldn’t hollow purple you if he knew you couldn’t handle it.

Taking a step towards the forest, about to follow Megumi, he staggered.

His breathing grew uneven as his thoughts stopped altogether.

‘Wait…..why can’t I..’

Tugging his blindfold quickly to bunch around his neck, he let his six-eyes search the forest.

That usual constant hugging feeling was gone. That feeling of comfort gone. That warm-soft feeling that always calms his thoughts- gone.

He only ever feels this when he has to go on missions, when you have to go on missions, and when he is ever away from you. You would still be in the same city, and he could still feel that good feeling. Like a blanket on his soul.

Your energy was a constant since he met you, but right now.

He couldn’t feel anything.

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Instantly warping to Megumi’s trail of curse energy residue, taking note of Megumi’s tight expression he could tell he was silently seething at him. But right now their main priority was finding you so any conversations could be had later. So Satoru clenched his teeth and became serious- something Megumi didn’t see often.

Thoughts were running through both of their heads like wild but they both tried hard not to let them waver from their goal. Guilt was prevalent in both minds, not that that was surprising.

Following the path created by Satoru’s hollow purple, they both noticed how it started to become narrower and narrower. Three emotions became prevalent, Churning your bento that suddenly became so heavy in Satoru’s gut- Anxiety, hope but the strongest was dread. Those three emotions feeling so familiar to him. He didn’t know what he’d find at the end of the wreckage, and he dreads at the thought of what he might've done.

“You best hope she’s ok”

Keeping his focus in front of him, he barely regarded Megumi’s sharp words.

“Or I’ll kill you before you can say sorry”

Gojo always knew Megumi had more of a soft spot for you. That was evident the day he brought him and Tsumiki to meet you for the first time. He’d tease those two non-stop and you’d always be there to defend them. But in his opinion- you only won him over because you bought him that one book that he’d been eyeing through a shop window.

But you were his fiancè, he was pretty sure if anything happened to you he would never be able to forgive himself. He’d probably retire outright too. He’s already let down one of the most important people in his life- and that was his maximum.

Steeling his focus, Megumi’s divine dogs suddenly shoot forward, obviously following your scent now.

Warping to keep up with the dogs he left Megumi to catch up. The caved path had gone into single meters in width and the dogs started to maneuver to the left- darting into the densest area of the forest.

It only took about 25 seconds more but the dogs stopped at the bottom of a large dead tree. The humongous branches and twisted roots make the area look more haunting.

Seeing the dogs sniff at the base of the large tree, Satoru slowly made his way forward to see. His fast and shallow panting not only from the long spar with you and the run to get here but also the fear that gripped his throat- tightening with each step forward.

Shooing the dogs to the side, he willed himself to look at where you were.

Or what was left of you anyway.

A single button from your uniform lay there- slightly browned from where his purple hollow started destroying it.

The world was silent for a few seconds.

Satrou Instantly thought back to that fight with Toji, where he created a giant hole in his side.

Oh god, had he eviscerated you?

It was only meant to be a playful thing to distract you from your work.

You guys did the same back and forth every other week, why was today the day it went wrong?

His six eyes tunnel-visioned onto the button, he swore it was mocking him.

He bent down to grab the button, legs shaking and almost giving out on him. Any moment he’d feel like he would break completely, shattering into a million pieces.

As soon as his trembling fingers grazed the still burning button, something crashed onto his back holding him down.

He couldn’t care though, at the moment all of his fight had vanished and he felt like an empty shell. Thinking it was Megumi ready to deliver the final blow he closed his eyes and waited.

“I win!”

His eyes shot open, he felt gentle hands turn him around so he was looking straight up at the person straddling him.

“I’m sorry I landed on you! I needed to surprise you and it was the only thing I could think of on the spot, I’m honestly just glad I- Satoru? Are you……crying?”

Either Megumi had killed him and he was in heaven or you were perfectly safe without even one scratch on you.

He didn’t even realise he was crying, but when he felt your usual delicate fingers wipe his tears away he knew it was real. You were real.

He could feel the air finally able to enter his lungs fully as he closed his eyes in relief.

You were okay.

You were safe.

You were with him.

The sounds of the forest filled the silence. Satoru used his hands to double-check you were there, running along your legs and your arms and finally resting on your face.

“Never leave me, ok?” words so soft and fragile you almost missed them.

Furrowed brows and a small confused frown graced your face as his sky-blue eyes stared dazedly into your own (e/c) ones.

“Toru what-”

“I thought something happened to you when I couldn’t feel you, I thought I ki-” He choked on a sob before he could finish his sentence. He started to shake as he couldn’t control the sobs and the cries leaving his mouth. “I couldn’t- I-I didn’t-”

“Shhh, everything is ok Toru, deep breaths”

Having him sit up, he wrapped his arms securely- almost protectively around you as you rubbed circles on his back. This was nowhere near as bad as he was when he came home last year after being ordered to kill his best friend, but it still filled you with guilt that you were the one who caused this in the first place.

After his body had grown more lax and the wet spot on your shoulder stopped growing in size, he slowly pulled Satoru off of your shoulder so you could look him in the eyes.

“Toru I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you what my new technique was. I never meant for you to think I was hurt-” Your own sobs in regret starting to overwhelm you.” Oh God, S-Satoru I’m so sor-ry”

A small smile grew on Satoru’s face as it was his turn to wipe your tears.

“You must-must’ve been so scar-scared, and I was-s the one that did that to yo-you”

“(Y/N) It’s ok now, you’re ok”

Leaning forward until both of your foreheads were touching, you let your wings sag and curl around both of you as if to shield you from everything else.

You both waited until both of you calmed down enough to stand.

“How did you do that anyway?”

You hummed in confusion as he began to pick out leaves and sticks from your hair from where you were camping in the canopy of the trees.

“Your energy, It’s like it just poofed”

Giggling at his wording, you released the technique and let your energy flow around you again. He visibly relaxed as you also started brushing mud and gravel from his shoulders from where you tackled him earlier.

“It’s a technique I've been working on for a while now, basically I create a concentrated viel around myself and it keeps all traces of energy inside. It needs a lot of concentration and energy to keep it going and flexible though so I’ll need to work on that.”

“I’m really proud you’ve managed to do this yourself princess, just……next time give me a warning”

Looking up at his face from his uniform, you notice how tired Satoru seems. Dazed and droopy eyes, slumped shoulders, and a general look of sluggishness as he shuffles on his feet.

Standing on the tip of your toes, Satoru bent and met you halfway as you shared a gentle kiss. You wove your hands around the back of his neck as his sneaked around your waist. Neither one of you wanted to let the other go as Satoru pulled you closer until there was zero space left between you two.

Eventually, you both ran out of breath and slowly pulled apart. Eyes fluttering open, you searched his sky-blues for any lingering fear but you only found love.

“I promise”

Grinning, Satoru leaned down again to initiate a more heated kiss but he was interrupted by the clearing of a throat.

“If you just wanted to kiss in the forest, I would’ve stayed behind”

Groaning at Megumi’s poor timing, Satoru pulled his blindfold up and fixed his hair.

‘Menace of a child’

On the other hand, you started laughing at Megumi’s statement. Strolling up to him and pulling him in for a hug too.

He shot up since he was 6 years old, now towering over you and he was still only 15 so you were he was going to rival Satoru in height. So he also had to bend down to hug you back properly, but like Satoru, once he could feel you there and alive- his shoulders sagged with relief as he just enjoyed your presence and your energy surrounding him.

Megumi was never one for words so you felt everything as he held you tighter than usual. Taking into account how Satoru reacted, you could tell Megumi was trying hard to suppress his emotions. Instead, letting them flow through him by the hard grip he had around you. You reached up to stroke his hair as you found out that was the best way to help him sleep when he was small, So you just used that knowledge to calm him down.

When his grip loosened, you let your hands fall as you took the chance to make sure he was ok.

He was about to say something but Satoru threw his arm around his shoulders roughly and started ruffling his hair.

The annoyance quickly returned on his face as he shoved Satoru away, calling back his divine dogs as he stalked away.

Hearing him mutter about being around too many idiots or something as he made his way back to the other students.

Feeling Satoru weave his fingers with your left hand, you noticed some strands of hair not in their proper place.

Letting you fix his hair with your free hand, the moment you pulled back he quickly snatched it with his left hand and warped you two back to the group of students.

“Satoru! We left Megumi…” Quickly shaking off the surprise of being teleported, You turned back to the forest to look for Megumi.

Forgetting Satoru was still holding your hands, he twirled you and dipped you until pulling you back up and wrapped his arms around you, that whole sequence making you dizzy.

“Eh, brat deserves it”

Rolling your eyes, you wiggled out of his hold and walked over to the students.

“Sensei! We thought that idiot killed you for a second” Panda yelled as you saw how tense the others were, even the usual stoic-faced Maki looked like she just saw a ghost. Frowning at what you did to everyone, you lit up again as you thought of a way to make it up to everyone.

“ No more studies for the rest of the day and I’ll take all of you out tomorrow to the new Sushi place that just opened!”

Cheers were heard as the tension started to dissipate, students asking each other what they were going to do now with their free day.

Feeling your own tension leave your body, you decided that was enough excitement for one day.

Turning back around you had a quick hug with your fiancè and gave him a peck when you made sure the other students weren’t looking.

“Anyway, I best get going- the babysitter has a group project meeting to go to and I convinced Principle Yaga to let me work the rest of the day from home.”

“‘kay princess, want me to take you there now?”

“Thanks, Satoru but Ijichi is already waiting by the entrance and he said he’d also drop the babysitter home”

Kissing him again you walked up the stairs to grab your bag from your office.

“See you soon everyone! Love you Toru!” waving at everyone you heard them all shout goodbye and a loud ‘I LOVE YOU MORE!’ from Satoru. You giggled as you disappeared behind the large Tatami doors.

The conversation came back and Yuji came up to his Sensei in curiosity, noting he was still staring at where you disappeared. He thought it was amazing how in love you two were and you both didn’t care who was around to see it. He hoped he got that one day.

“Sensei? What did she mean by baby-sitter?”

Satoru snapped out of his thoughts as a wide and proud grin stretched across his face- Always getting giddy whenever he gets to talk about his son.

He pulled his wallet out from his back pocket and let the comically long picture reel fall almost to the floor.

“BEHOLD! My son!” The first picture being a still frame of an exhausted but happy you in a hospital bed holding a baby with snow-white hair and Satoru next to you wrapping his arms around both of you.

“WHAT?!-”

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Bonus-

“SATORUUUUU!!!!! WHY IS THERE A HUGE CRATER IN MY FOREST?!?!?!?!”

Satoru scrambles to fold back up the pictures he’d been admiring alone in his classroom. But he wasn’t fast enough as his classroom doors burst open with a very furious Yaga. Satoru felt sweat bead above his blindfold as the two faculty members stared at each other.

Yaga did a quick look around the room and snapped his head back to Satoru.

“AND WHERE ARE YOUR STUDENTS?!?!? SATORU I WILL STRANGLE YOU RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW-”

Satoru glossed over the fact that was the second time someone had threatened his life today and let out a loud screech at the approaching principal. He tried to run away but his collar was snagged as Yaga started to drag him to his office. His limbs flailing around trying to free himself and pleading with Yaga to let him go because his butt was starting to get sore.

“Strongest my ass-”

#satoru x y/n #gojo x y/n #dad gojo #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #megumi fushiguro #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort

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spacebubblehomebase · 8 months ago

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Not art this time but...

Headcanon: Lucifer visits Earth every decade or so as a part of his job as the ruler of Hell. He does it to learn about new sins as "subtly" as he could.

Lucifer: What is ray-sings-sims? Raising-sims? Raisins? Rain-Race-sin? R-Racisms? YES! That! Is it the one where people hate on the opposite sex for absolutely no reason even though humans were all made of the same cosmic dust?

Black woman: (Looking amused at the most stereotypical rich white guy she's ever met asking about sexism and racism.)

Lucifer: Yeah. This cocaine thing is doing absolutely nothing for me. I don't really get it, but this is a sin too. So marking that off the list! Thanks for letting me have a go at this, uh, Mr. Dealer? That's your last name, right? Oh man. I'm really bad at remembering names, but have this as a token of my appreciation. (Gives him a thousand dollars which is basically worth even more at the time.)

Drug dealer: (Gobsmacked the guy was still able to keep walking after practically inhaling every drug in existence back then in one go.)

Lucifer: So this, um, cult thing? How did it get assigned to our department again? It sounds just like what Heaven does to me. Huh. Ah well. I guess I'll just roll with it like everyone else here. (Shrugs.) Yay, cult! Sooo do I get to keep the robe? It's kinda comfy- Aw wait there's murder? One died a-and another... Oh... OH... Ooooh boy. Oof. Yikes... So this means I can DEFINITELY keep the robe, right?

Lucifer: Ah yes. Burning the witch. Time to list down all the sorry souls who threw their life into the flame by believing in the occult arts. (Lists down everyone in the crowd who burned said "witch.") And as for Ms. Agnes The Witch here... Hmm. Well, that's for Heaven to worry about! Toodles~! Or, uh, Tickety-Boo!

(Needless to say, dear Luci has been an accidental charmer back on Earth. ^v^ Specially to sinners and people who were just unjustly treated during those times. He just had to see what every sin was for himself and try them out from time to time, but he didn't know he's been perceived as acting with the manners and traditions he gathered from the LAST decade he was on Earth so to everyone who's long gone pass those times, he comes off as a polite old-school rich white man. Naive yet surprisingly non-judgemental.)

-Bubbly💙

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 3 months ago

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For the Good of the Hive

This story is very long so I've put it under the cut!

Another day, another beating. Hero willed themselves to go outside and face the day. A day full of fighting criminals and getting ripped apart by the news for it. Only, when they got outside, there were no criminals in sight. It was as if one of the most crime-ridden cities in the world just decided to take a break for the day.

Hero stared in confusion. They were in the most dangerous parts of town. What was going on?

“Hello Hero!” someone waved cheerfully.

“Henchman!?” Hero asked in shock.

“It’s Jerry actually,” Henchman said, “lovely morning for a walk, don’t you think?”

“Uh… yeah,” Hero said, “yeah it is.”

“Well, I’m off to visit my grandma. Toodles!”

Henchmen, Jerry, went whistling down the road. They stopped at a crosswalk and waited for the little green figure to light up before crossing. They weren’t even jaywalking!?

“Hero! Finally, we caught you!”

Hero turned, so there was a criminal still about! Hero readied an ice shard but paused when a microphone was shoved in their face.

“The mayor is in talks to give you the keys to the city,” Reporter said, “how do you feel about that?”

“That’s really- wait what?”

“Mayor is also gifting you a generous donation through the brand-new Hero fund,” Reporter said cheerfully.

“That- wow- uh- are you sure?”

Reporter laughed heartily.

“Oh of course, your reward from this city is long overdue.”

Hero blinked. There was something off about Reporter. Then it hit them, their eyes were tinted a honey-gold. In fact, so was their camera man.

“Did you… did you get new contacts?” Hero asked.

Reporter just laughed again, that same, cheery laugh that seemed way too animated to be genuine.

“That’s our Hero for you folks,” Reporter smiled, “we’ll be back at seven!”

Reporter and the cameraman left just as soon as they had shown up. Hero blinked in confusion. What the heck was going on?

…

“Hello Hero!”

“Hello, Hero!”

“Good to see you, Hero!”

Hero waved awkwardly at the pedestrians that they passed. All of them had honey-gold eyes. That’s it. They were getting to the bottom of this. They went inside a nearby ice cream shop and approached the cashier.

“Hero! Hello! What can I do for you?”

“Hi,” Hero said, “um, listen, did you feel… different waking up this morning?”

“I don’t know what you mean Hero,” the cashier said, “but since you’re here, can I interest you in today’s special flavor? It’s mint chocolate chip!”

My favorite, Hero thought.

“Are you sure? Nothing weird?”

The cashier handed Hero a cone with three scoops of ice cream.

“Nope,” they said with a cheerful smile.

Hero went to get the small bit of cash in their suit pocket.

“Ah ah, that’s on the house!” the cashier said, “have a good day, Hero! Thanks for the visit!”

…

Hero went straight to the belly of the beast.

“Commissioner!” Hero shouted, “got a question for you! You in here?”

The head of police came up to Hero, smiling broadly.

“What can I do for you, Hero?”

“Look, we both know how you feel about me, and I’m surprised you haven’t arrested me, but-”

“Arrest you?” Commissioner laughed, “oh that’s a good one, Hero.”

“…Yeah,” Hero said, “…do you know of anything strange happening last night or this morning?”

“Other than my favorite donuts being free today? Can’t say I do.”

“No major crimes? Nothing?”

“Nope. And it’s all thanks to you,” Commissioner said, beaming.

…

Hero sighed, leaving the police precinct. There was only one place left that could possibly provide an explanation…

…

“Supervillain!” Hero shouted, “get your butt in here!”

Supervillain came around the corner.

“Ah, Hero, my dear little crime-fighter, how are you today?”

“Everyone is being nice to me!” Hero huffed.

Supervillain chuckled.

“That doesn’t sound like a problem,” Supervillain said, sitting down in a plush armchair, “why come to me about it?”

Supervillain gestured to the armchair opposite them. Hero hesitantly sat down. A servant came by and offered them a cup of tea and a honey bun. Hero took it and started nibbling on the honey bun.

“Something is fishy,” Hero said, “no one is ever nice to me!”

“Well, they should be, considering all you do for them.”

Hero blinked, watching the servant hand Supervillain their own cup of tea and honey bun. They seemed so cheerful for no reason, and their eyes were honey-gold. They looked at Supervillain’s, which were noticeably blue-green.

“You did this,” Hero realized.

“Oh my little honey bee,” Supervillain chuckled, “it took you so long to find the queen, didn’t it?”

Supervillain took another sip of their tea, then stood. They crossed the room to the enormous penthouse window and gazed down at the city below.

“You have gone unappreciated for so long, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Now you finally have a colony that loves you.”

Supervillain turned to Hero.

“And a queen that’s ready to promote you,” they said.

Hero suddenly felt all the alarm bells going off in their head. They immediately stood, ice at the ready.

“You mind controlled an entire city to pretend to be nice to me!?” Hero shouted, “you do see how messed up that is, right!?”

“Oh, Hero, don’t get so upset,” Supervillain said, “they aren’t pretending. They love you! I’m just helping them show it.”

“I’m going to stop you, you know that right!?” Hero said, “I can’t let you get away with this!”

Supervillain sighed.

“I had hoped you’d accept the change gladly, but then, free will is so fickle…”

Supervillain nodded to the space behind Hero. Hero whipped around and saw two henchmen coming up right behind them. They gripped them on either side and held them fast. Supervillain came up to Hero.

“Now now, this won’t hurt,” Supervillain said, “I just need to add you to the hive.”

Supervillain snapped their fingers, and their true power emerged, swirling around Hero. Their blue eyes swirled, turning a bright honey-gold.

…

“Hello Hero!”

“Hello Jerry!” Hero waved eagerly, their arm linked with Supervillain’s.

The city was abuzz with preparations for Hero to receive the key to the city. Everyone was as busy as a bee. And Supervillain was the busiest of them all, making sure their city stayed happy and sweet as honey.

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distinguisheddwarffriend · 9 months ago

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Ok ok OK hear me out:

Fili is the crown prince, right? So while Thorin is still alive he is already involved TM into the whole politics and statecraft bs, but also somewhat 'the face's of the crown, the one actually walking through Erebor and talking with people and shit.

SO since Fili as we all know is a very considerate, kind being and his big-brother-instict has him sniffing out as soon as someone needs help, he of course will do All he can to help whoever is struggling.

An old grandma having trouble carrying her grocery bags? Fili carries them all on one arm, escorting her with the other right to her door, charming and flirting and treating her like A Lady and the old woman giggles and maybe pinches his cheeks and will always remember the lovely, good - hearted prince.

A fight between two boys in the market? Hell mediate immediately, getting the boys to befriend each other instead, and takes them home to their mother(s) telling them what great sons they have (the boys later admit to their mothers that the prince caught them fighting and their hearts just about MELT).

Some young guard in training, overconfident and failing at his first attempt? Fili will tell him all about his embarrassing first years of training while casually instructing him how to avoid this or that mistake. The lad later of COURSE tells his parents about how kind and supportive and everything the prince is.

So after some time, many many people have either themselves met Fili & experienced his helpful nature and kindness, or know someone who did.

And when some dickhead lord is trying to idk get a petition Fili or his family care for rejected, or sth like that, he just smiles and asks the lord to give his best to his mother/sister/grandma who he missed taking his tea with and is her leg healed by the way? And the lord just starts sweating because hell if he wants to risk the wrath of a dwarrowdam, let alone their mother/sister/grandma so yeah maybe Fìli's idea does have some merit after all he will reconsider it, no need to mention the whole thing at home!

And this is how Fili manages a friendly takeover of the council of Erebor destroying almost all opposition by just being his amazing self.

Now excuse me while I return to my writing block with my current fics.

Toodles!

#the hobbit #tolkien #middle earth #fili and kili #fili durin #thorin oakenshield #fíli #the hobbit fanfiction #erebor #politics #council #delulu #crown prince fili

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walnutcookie · 14 days ago

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I desperately want to know your thoughts on ReflectiveDetective with this

GOUGHHHH OK. FUCK. Cracks knuckles. thank you for this GHAHHAHA i always love yappimg abt these two

What draws them together?

i think that what draws them together is also the thing that drives them apart. Theyre both playing this character of someone whos perfect and flawless out of a desire for love and attention but in different ways (glisten tries to flaunt everything he can while rodger tries to be cool and mysterious and secretive bla bla ive talked abt this before this is just summary GDBKFJF). I think it takes glisten a long time to really realize that theres more to rodger than meets the eye... hes mostly just scared of the guy and is too paranoid to imagine he has insecurities too GSVJDHD but after they start getting closer he starts to see some similarities ..... probably doesnt realize just how alike they are until rodger actually opens up and talks about it. Rodger has always known - just from his own observations ofc and his Nosiness but glisten has also vented to him quite a bit because hes a bit too good of a listener

its comforting to know that theres someone like them. they can look at each other and know that theyre not alone in what theyre dealing with but also its terrifying in a way because Dear Godge someone else knows what theyre going through... they cant even fake anything around each other anymore because the other will know its a lie. And now theyre both paranoid that the other will eventually lose interest because they finally see that theyre worthless and boring (they wont)

What stands in the way?

same answer as before LOLL. i think def rodger is the biggest problem here though his ass does NOOOT communicate. glisten isnt the best with communication either but rodger is worse. i think theyre both a little scared to open up to each other too and be in such a vulnerable state but at least glisten has a mindset of "he alreayd knows me inside and out so idgaf he knows anyways" rodger is still clinging to Oh God ive gotta make myself look cool otherwise he'll hate meeee[acts distant and makes glisten think he fucking hates him] Rodger just. sends soo many mixed messages and it stresses glisten the hell out. and even beyond that glisten still feels like he doesnt truly know who rodger is... he asks so many questions and yet dodges any question thats asked about himself. It gets frustrating sometimes when glisten has to theorize about whats going on in rodgers head and why hes acting so weird

What are their good traits?

I think theyre both very good listeners :] i think that glisten has relied on rodger as someone he could talk to and get advice from for a long time (based on how toodles says he "cries and complains" to rodger all the time)... rodger has always been able to read him really well and knows EXACTLY what the fuck is up at all times which is, again, absolutely terrifying to glisten because hes left so vulnerable but also comforting. He doesnt know what rodgers intentions are at first or what he thinks of glisten but hes patient and caring which is relieving, especially when glisten doesnt talk abt his issues to anyone else lol . It takes a looonngg time but glisten does eventually get rodger to open up too :] i think glisten very good at cheering people up just in general. Sometime its a bit of a chore for him (referencing the boxten/glisten notes) but hes learned how to listen very well and is great at being a distraction after they get it all out. Even if its just for his reputation hed rather sacrifice a bit of his time and energy to cheer someone up

Describe them with one trope:

opposites attract ? idk theyre too alike for that GDVJDBF im not very good with ship tropes

#🎉 asks #🎉 rambles

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razztazzel · 2 months ago

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r u willing to share any concepts/ideas u had for the opposite dw au...

Sure, I plan on finishing it surprisingly, you guys somehow made me regain motivation for that little thing… I’ll list out the mains, commons, uncommons, n rares.. Some of them aren’t completely thought after so if you guys would like to give me suggestions feel free…🫶

Mains

As you know astro is that sun guy, his name is Helio (we call him helium as a joke…)

Shelly is now a horseshoe crab named Hilda

Pebble is a clay cat

Sprout will be a pineapple named pine (I know I’m sooooo… creative/sarc/pos)

Vee was going to be a computer named CeeCee

Dandy is still being thought of, but many ideas came into mind like.. a poisonous flower, or a Venus trap, or a false flower

Commons

Poppy is still in the works

Boxten is still in the works

Tisha is still in the works

Shrimpo is still in the works

Cosmo would be a baguette…HELP…

Uncommons

Brightney is a black light, no longer being a literal beacon

Razz n’ dazz would be Yin and Yang (Razz = Yang || Dazz = Yin)

Finn is now his toy fish!!! Accompanied by a fish bowl on his head to “breathe”

Rodger is a microscope that’s built like a telescope

Teagan is a coffee mug

Toodles is a red bouncy ball

Rares

Flutter Is still in the works

Gigi is still in the works

Glisten is still in the works

Goob Is still in the works will be based around a cat

Scraps is still in the works will be based around a dog

Yes.. there WILL be lore!!! It definitely won’t match up with the canon lore of dandy’s world itself but I NEED something to grasp onto here… I need that dw lore.. and if I can’t get it I’ll make it…..

And a pine jump scare

#dandys world #i love this damn game #answer #ask #dandy’s world au #concept

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zinkysworld · 13 days ago

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Boxten stole some of his face in a much much later stage of his twisting and it wasnt *that* bad but as a perfectionist does he did and picked at it and made it worse... okay maybe it was more than pick at it but yk he can get a L O T worse and he's still technically sane here- like, integrated into gardenview and still around the other toons and staff in a safe way- the museum was closed until further notice the second Boxten's ichor eye showed itself so his ego isn't COMPLETELY shattered by judgemental stares, like, only 2 people give him 'the look' (guess who) (Shrimpo and Toodles don't count cuz Shrimpos always a bitch and Toodles is more concerned, and she doesn't know how to express it in a way that's not staring) so he's still stable enough to not go crazy uhh details below the cut tw for sh and (self)cannibalism

I just realised a LOT of lore below the cut

!!!!! hey ppl who care about this au theres a mini timeline for glisten/kinda boxten too below !!!!!! moving on

Order of events- things in brackets are things semi-related but more for figuring out timings (insert Glitterbox pre-twist timeline) -Glisten would've been attacked and killed by Boxten, but instinctually punched him in his sleep, saving himself but beginning Boxten's twist in the process -Gardenview closes until further notice -Glitterbox takes a break from each other, reconnected by Glisten soon after -(Boxten's ichor grows to cover half his face) -(Boxten rips Poppy's eyelashes out) -Boxten is left alone with Glisten for no time at all and manages to shatter part of his face before anyone else enters, and Glisten, unlike the first time, doesn't defend himself as he was conscious and procrastinated -Glitterbox takes a break from each other -(Boxten rips his key out) -Glisten tweaks the fuck out over his appearance and shatters his own face 10x more than before, exposing 1 ☝️ ichor eye -Glitterbox regroups with much reassuring, from Glisten, that he forgives Boxten -Boxten fucking dies [fully twists] -Glisten tweaks out once again and this time rips his stomach open very brutally, screaming and kicking the whole time, and when people came panicked to help him, which worked last time, he just moved to ripping his sleeves, scratching his arms, and scooping his ichory 'guts' in the break in his face [it felt like eating to him at the time] and more eyes began forming until he was knocked to sleep by his handler -(Boxten's handler dies to his toon as witnessed by Poppy's handler, says false goodbyes and love yous to a hallucination and dies content) -???

Why is he still an ichory mess? Wherever the ichor still shows up is permanent and stained into him unless it were to be bleached, and he refuses to let anyone change his shirt (he let his leggings and leg warmers get changed despite them being only dirty and not damaged + a more sensitive area on his body) Why wont he let anyone change his shirt? Boxten laid on it in the last cuddle they had before he became a creature beyond comprehension, and he doesn't wanna risk forgetting the metaphorical (memories they made) so he keeps the physical (shirt) as a back up Why are his hands tied? So he doesn't try that whole eating himself shit again, tied by his handler, told by his handler, dw Glisten doesn't mind, actively the opposite, he's comforted by it (both the knowledge he's stopped from injuring himself/others and the idea his handler cares about him enough, still, after he's become this thing, to not let him be hurt) And as a little nerd wanting-outfits-to-make-sense bonus, the extra ribbon spindly things normally tied as an extra under his normal bow are the ones now tied around his arms!!!!! When the hellfire happened he had his bows taken off so they're still clean

yapsesh over

#surprise twist dw au #i feel like this is way too au-based for the normal dw fan to see and go 'yeah i get that' - but #dandys world #dandys world glisten #dw glisten #main tags anyways bc what if

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perfectly-m1saligned · 3 months ago

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K!nktober day 2

Following @dreamlandcreations prompt list. Day two: deep throating; wet dream; cum eating (couldn't decide between these either lol). You can find all the stories on my Wattpad as well. Toodles!

(NSFW: MDNI!! Reader's discretion is advised)

Simon Riley x reader

Insomnia. Simon’s worst enemy yet most trusted companion of many years. The skull mask he always wore, apart from the various other functions it was useful for, it also helped to cover the deep dark circles and puffy eyebags. Mind plagued by horrible reminisces, regrets, thoughts of what he could’ve done better to change the outcome of his tragedy-ridden life: horrors buried deep within threatened to make their appearance whenever he closed his eyes. All he could hope for were short, one, two-hours long naps scattered throughout the day, overworking himself with either paperwork or in the gym until he collapsed on the bed and managed to give way to his exhaustion, which granted him a dreamless sleep.

Sometimes, you would share a cigarette with your Lieutenant during the silent hours of the night, sharing a similar disease, painful memories coming back to the surface, ridding you of the very much needed rest that helped your body get through the hard job that was being a part of an elite Task Force. Either of you rarely talked, preferring the comfortable silence that enveloped you like a glass dome, scared it would shatter if the wrong word came out, destroying the established peace.

This night was different, though. Pushing the heavy metal door open, you let your breath create a small cloud of condensation and float up in the empty night. Stuffing your cold hands in the pockets of your puffer jacket, you made your way down the stairs, where Simon already sat, turned around on one side so he could lean back against the wall. He still had to bend his legs a bit, limbs so long they would hang off the edge of the step. You occupied the step above his, on the opposite side, so you could lay back against the metal railing. He was already smoking, the ember tip of his cigarette glowing a bright cherry red in the darkness, only a tired bulb on the wall providing a dim yellow halo around you.

He nodded his head in greeting when you were fully settled, and you replied with the same gesture, fetching the pack of cigarette and lighter from your pocket. As the white stick limply hung between your lips, you struggled with your lighter, thumb vigorously working the metal roller but nothing other than sad sparks came out. “Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, groaning as you tapped the bottom of the lighter on the step, to no avail. “Here, let me.” His gravelly voice broke into the night as he slightly came forward, extending his arm. You did the same, expecting him to give it to you so you could do it yourself, but he gently pushed away your hand with his, then proceeded to light your cigarette, a lively flame dancing in front of your eyes for all of two seconds.

You murmured a soft “thank you”, then silence fell between the two of you again. Simon was already on his second cigarette when you stubbed yours onto the metal railing. “Hey, Lt., I just remembered I had something for you.” You suddenly spoke up, making his eyes snap to you, watching with silent curiosity as you rummaged through the pockets of your jacket once again. You successfully retrieved a small bottle, and he saw something that looked like purple gummies dance inside the plastic cylinder as you gently rattled it. “It’s melatonin gummies,” you eventually explained. “I know many people say it’s bullshit, and I actually shared the same belief, until I tried them. They’re not as potent as sleeping pills, of course, but after an exhausting day, I pop two of these bad boys twenty minutes before I lie down, and I’m out cold.”

You threw the bottle towards him, and Simon effortlessly caught it with one hand. “You’re out cold, huh?” He asked, the fabric of his balaclava wrinkling on his forehead, signalling his brows were most likely furrowed with scepticism. He never removed his mask, not even during moments of tranquillity like these, only rolling it up so it would rest on the bridge of his nose and allow him to smoke. “Never trusted holistic bullshit,” he commented gruffly. “But for the sake of it, I’ll try them. Worst that can happen anyway is that I won’t sleep. Thank you, Sergeant.” Your lips curled up in a victorious smile when you saw him but the bottle in his pocket.

You eventually wished each other goodbye and parted ways. On the way back to his quarters, Simon’s hand kept toying with the small container inside his pocket, trying to divert his thoughts towards a direction that wasn’t the image of your pink lips holding the cigarette and the way his lighter created two small dancing flames in your eyes when he’d lit it up for you.

He had started to develop weird fantasies during your latest encounters, fictitious pictures of your lips wrapped around his cock, sweet tears spilling from your eyes as he drove himself deeper down your throat being conjured by his traitorous mind. Not that he would ever act on any of it, but sometimes he found himself entertaining those thoughts, in the solitude of his shower, hot water running down his body, soothing his sore muscles as he violently fisted his cock. If the options were either sleep a possible nightmare-filled sleep, or staying awake and pathetically jerking off to you, he would very gladly choose the first option.

He stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom, looking at his shirtless figure, the tattoos and scars marring his skin, his slightly crooked nose, the dark circles under his brown eyes, blonde hair still damp and messy from the shower. Then, he looked down at the bottle of melatonin gummies in his hand and thought “fuck it”, taking two and putting them in his mouth, a vague taste of something chemical and raspberry-flavoured invading his mouth.

He didn’t know how long he had been lying in bed, restlessly tossing over every few minutes, but it had definitely been more than twenty minutes. “Fucking gummies,” he thought to himself with mild irritation. “Not even a fucking placebo works on me.” Suddenly, his grumpy thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

He reluctantly got out of bed with a grunt, treading down the cold floor barefooted as he walked to the door. His mood immediately changed the moment his eyes fell down on you, wearing nothing but a flimsy tank top and matching short shorts. “Sergeant,” he greeted gruffly, trying not to look at your necklace and the way it disappeared underneath your top and between your breasts, teasing him with thoughts of following its tantalising path with his tongue down your body. “Can I help you?”

You simply looked him up and down, hooded eyes shamelessly raking over his shirtless body, pearly whites biting down on the plump flesh of your bottom lip, making him wish he was holding it between his own teeth. “Gummies didn’t work tonight.” You said, a hint of innocence in your voice that made Simon shift his weight on his other foot, hoping you wouldn’t notice the inconvenience growing in his grey sweatpants. “Yeah, tell me about it.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You shouldn’t believe everything you see, Sergeant. Being gullible in our field may cost you your life, or the one of your teammates.”

You pressed your lips together, letting out a soft hum as you looked down to the ground, seemingly mulling over a thought in your head, unsure whether to voice it out or not. “Spit it out.” Simon prompted - or rather, ordered - making you gaze up at him again. “Well, I was thinking that there’s an…alternative method, if neither of us can sleep.” The huskiness of your voice and the implication behind your words was enough to make him suppress a groan. “Inside.” He commanded, beckoning you into his room with a firm wave of his hand, maintaining an unreadable expression on his face.

The moment he closed the door behind him, he pointed to the ground. “On your knees.” He instructed. You opened your mouth to express your confusion, but he cut you off. “I’m done with your teasing and fucking innocent act, Sergeant. Now you better get on your fucking knees and fix the problem you created.” And sure enough, as your eyes trailed down his body, you saw the source of his frustration. You didn’t have to be told twice, lowering yourself onto the floor as you simultaneously pulled your hair up in a ponytail with a few quick, skillfully rehearsed motions.

As you knelt before him, you never broke eye contact as you hooked your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants, the bare skin of his lower abdomen indicating he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Faster, Sergeant.” Simon urged impatiently, his breathing already growing heavier with anticipation. Your eyes widened once his hard cock finally sprung free, lips parting as you took in his size. “Shit…” you cursed under your breath, coaxing a soft chuckle and a cocky smirk on the Lieutenant’s lips. Slowly, you parted your lips further, enough to wrap them around the rosy tip of his cock. A growl left his lips, a shiver running down his spine, almost making his sore legs give up on him.

Eyes still locked onto his, you slowly moved your head forward, until the tip went past your uvula and hit the back of your throat; there were still two inches left. Fuck. “Fuck, y/n, look at you,” Simon murumured, a pleased grin stamped onto his face. “You’re taking me so well, love. Breathe through your nose, baby, I know we can make it fit all in that pretty mouth of yours.” You felt your eyes water, your throat burning with the need to cough, but you chased away the gag making your chest shudder, focusing on your breathing. You relaxed your muscles, inhaling deeply, and you felt Simon drive himself deeper, releasing a guttural moan, his head tipping back. “So good and obedient, y/n, look at how you take your Lieutenant’s cock so well.”

With red and bleary eyes, you moaned around his length, the vibration making Simon moan again. Slowly, he began thrusting his hips, a hand curled around your ponytail for leverage. The most horrendous sounds spilled from your lips as he fucked your face at an increasingly faster pace, but they only seemed to spur him further, his movements eventually getting sloppy as he released a load of hot cum down your throat, shoving himself down so deep you felt his balls hit your chin as he trembled with the force of his orgasm.

Taking a deep breath, he unsheathed himself out of your mouth, eyes locked onto your flushed face, and the complacent smirk you were sporting, sticking out your tongue to show him that you had swallowed all of his cum, like the good girl that you were. “You know, I think you were right, Sergeant. I am feeling rather worn out now.” Simon commented with a soft chuckle. You rose back up to your feet. “Always happy to be of service, sir.”

The drilling, obnoxious sound of his alarm made Simon jolt awake, drenched with sweat, hair sticking to his throat. With a frustrated groan, he violently turned off his alarm, sitting up in his bed, head buried in his hands as he tried to understand what the fuck had just happened. He had slept through the whole night, having possibly the most vivid dream ever. Not that he minded, of course, but it left him with an insatiable need to really fuck your face, and a rather incovenient load of cum in his briefs.

•This is an original work of fiction, please do not copy, steal or upload to this or other platforms without credit•

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #ghost cod #cod mw2 #cod #kinktober #18+ mdni #mdni #i need him #omg this man #halloween #perfectly-m1saligned #call of duty smut

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