#pocket sqaure

[thebeepboops]

I can’t afford to be trans, losing my bra would be giving up the only god damn pocket I have.

[rogueshadow1124]

INTO THE SHADOWS

[SATORU GOJO X FEM¡READER]

{May or may not follow the actual plot, there will be a few changes- I dont own any original characters apart from Y/N Fushiguro.}

(Part one), (Part two)

Chapter One - I AM Y/N FUSHIGURO

...

The lights flickered erratically in the dark bathroom cubicle in one of the dorm rooms, a shadowed figure flashed in time with the lights before the bulb popped leaving the room to be a blank space in an abyss. The figure crossed an arm along their stomach, wincing in pain as a warm liquid hit their hands, the other hand roamed around and slid into one of the open pockets of the gowned jacket they wore, pulling out a phone which they immediately scrolled through the device to turn on the flash groaning when an orb reflected from the mirror before them and hit their eyes.

"Fuck-" a feminine voice echoed through the air, croaky and soft- also known as the voice of Y/N Fushiguro, she had been assigned a mission over three days ago and hadn't been able to make it back until today, evidently returning with more than just a minor injury.

Her face was pretty clean apart from the red irritated scratch that ran across her left cheek to the top of her lip, but what was more than worrying was the overly large gash that ran across the right hand side of her torso down to her hip where her hand was currently clutching to add pressure relieving some of the pain and the blood flow that was pooling through the gaps of her fingers.

Never had she ever been this injured when on a mission, she always came back with the odd cut and bruise but nothing too deep or crucial. The curse that she had just thought seemed to be stronger than most, its body was a light shy tone with a crumpled face as of where the mouth opened like a flower and it had three white eyes which suggested it was blind although it looked to be smarter than any other as it had been strong enough to out-smart the female fushiguro and render her weak.

The girl stumbled towards the wooden cabinet that stood in the back corner, thrusting open the middle sqaure cove harshly making the board slam against the wall beside it. She reached inside to grab a hold of the small translucent box, rushing back over to the counter by the sink and the mirror, eyes already being adjusted to the dark aura of the room.

After opening the box she instantly pulled out the gauze bandages, a thin sharp pointed needle, some rubbing alcohol and a think piece of dark thread that she pierced through the tip of the needle tying of the end so it was ready for her to use. She grasped a paper towel piece that was laying around, popping the lid from the bottle before pouring a generous amount of the liquid onto it, peeling her shirt off, only to quickly press the liquid soaked material into the wound making a hiss rumble in her throat.

She made sure the wound was cleansed before picking up the threaded needle between her thumb and forefinger, bringing the sharp edge down to the end of the large gash, pushing to allow it to pierce the skin there.

...

A loud banging sound brought Y/N out of her slumber, a sequence of knocks ranged on her door. She grumbled lowly, pushing herself up from the thin mattress that she layed on, a gasp passing her lips when a shock of pain ran up her right side, reminding her about the events from the nights prior.

"Y/N. Y/N. Y/NNNNNNN-" Satorus voice came from the other side of the door, a playful tone tugging at the depths of his voice. Once she reached the door, grasping at the brass handle, tugging it open roughly which nearly made the white haired, blindfolded male fall through.

"What do you wan-"

"What happened to you?!" His sudden alarmed voice cut her short when he some how sensed her injury, catching sight of the gauze on her right hip, making her aware that she was infact wearing no shirt now but was luckily still clad in a sports bra that still had some blood staining on the underside. And she had come to take notice that it wasnt only story that was present but alongside him stood a pink haired boy, who was looking rather sheepishly at her with an small awkward smile.

"Its nothing Gojo." She replied bluntly, looking at him with boredom lacing her eyed as usual before she peered back at the other boy raising an eyebrow. "Who's this-"

"Aha this is Yuji Itadori, sukunas new vessel." Gojo noticed how she had switched the subject quickly, but he wasnt at all surprised by her actions, infact he was kind of expecting that to happen, it was something Y/N Fushiguro always did to avoid attention and take a conversation elsewhere so it wasnt fully focused on her. He turned back to the young student, nodding his head towards the girl, "This is Y/N Fushiguro."

"S-so is she related to megumi?"

"Yeah hes my kid brother." She answered eventhough the question was directed towards Gojo to answer. Yuji could now see the resemblance between the two, the dark calculating eyes, structured facial features although still withholding a baby face that pieced together perfectly, not to forget about the black hair.

The sound of a door creaking open caught the trio's attention, each of their heads turning to face a disheveled megumi who looks to have just woken up, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck before coming to ruffle at his hair, his dark eyes locking onto the three who were stood a couple dorm doors away from him.

"Erk… You’re next door?" The ravenette scowled, his nose scrunching as his eyes focused on the pink haired boy in question.

"Oh, Fushiguro! You look like you’re doing well now!" Yuji exclaimed, a look of excitement flashing across his features when speaking to the boy.

"There were plenty of other empty rooms, weren’t there?" Megumi rose a brow, now switching to gaze to his teacher.

"But isn’t livelier better? I thought it’d be good for-"

"Classes and missions are enough. This was an unwelcome favor." Gojos words were cut off by the megumi's, his tone becoming annoyed as he grumbled lowly. He looked boredly at Yuji who he had been peering inside his room, a surprised look coming to his face.

"Wow, it’s so organized!"

"I just said you’re unwelcome!" His eyes then suddenly landed to his sister, trailing down to her torso where he spotted the bandage covering her hip, eyebrows furrowing as he also caught sight of the little blotches of blood that had been seeping through and were soaked into her sports bra, his eyes wandered back up to her face not failing to notice the lengthy scratch. "What happened to you?"

"Its nothing gumi, dont worry about it." She huffed, spinning on the ball of her foot to walking back inside her dorm only to be followed by the younger boy who sent one last look towards Gojo and Yuji, proceeding to shut the door behind him.

"It doesnt look like nothing." He walked across the room towards the small bathroom that was attached to the dorm, hovering in the door frame with his arms crossed and a stern look crossing his features.

"Its fine, I'm okay- nothing I cant handle, alright?" Y/N glanced back at him for a second, turning back to face the mirror as she peeled back the gauze, getting a closer look at the wound in the light that now filled the room as opposed to lastnight. It didnt at all seem to look 'fine' as she put it, in fact it was all ridged on the outline where the claws of the curse ragged through the skin and it had looked even worse with the job she had done on it last night after seeing it up, the outer corner looked to be an irritated red colour and little bit of purple crept at the surface. "Shit-"

"That doesnt look fine does it." Although it would normally be a question, megumi had said this in a more stated tone.

"S'just a scratch- a very big one." She hushed her voice towards the end but obviously not quiet enough as her brother clicked his tongue at her response, looking at her through he reflection of the mirror where their eyes had met. Y/N huffed, pushing the edges of the gauze back down over the wound, turning so she was now facing megumi, a look of guilt and sorrow forming in her eyes. "I-I'll be alright gumi, I promise. Everything will be alright."

Word count- [1441]

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For when you get to Goob #100, your favourite 3 or 5 Goobs :>

DAY 100 - SELECTIVE

Thanks for the suggestion! These are redesigns and little lore bits about my top 3 favourite Goobs, in no particular order.

DAY 100.13 - FATE (Click for better quality)

Clove (right) and Ace (left) were some of the most powerful ghosts of their kind, but they hated each other with a burning passion. As a punishment, the other goobs under both of their respective reigns grouped together and created an artifact to permanently combine them together, making them spend more time bickering than actually trying to rule. Clove is brawn, and Ace brain, so watch out when they actually agree on something.

DAY 100.132 - DREAMING (Click for better quality)

Aoctivan is a psychically weak Goob, but their domain is in the mind. Idolizing Nocturn, they use their illusionary and subconscious powers to make it basically impossible for anyone to actually reach their fragile body. As a result of constant observation for threats, Aoctivan is always asleep, no matter what.

DAY 100.25 - SQAURE (Click for better quality)

Boxy (short for Box Goob, Master of All Things Goobtangular and Square) is a very cube oriented ghost. Unlike the Box GHOST (totally different), Boxy uses origami to create small handcrafted paper boxes at anytime they please and however many they want! (They didn’t steal a ‘Pocket Dimension Pocket’ for nothing….) And it’s no one’s business if the paper can also solidify into actual harmful (box-related) weapons whenever Boxy desires!

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Zendaya's look for the appearance on Jimmy Kimmel in Ralph Lauren Spring Summer 1992 (and her beloved white Louboutins) is peak corporate chic, office siren or #corpcore :D it's cool and timeless but still on the more feminine side with the short skirt while borrowing the tie and pocket sqaure from classic men's suits.

Also check out Mina Le's latest video on exactly this trend:

Zendaya and Law are always on trend :)

[sal-is-my-favourite]

Mr Vulcano - Sal Vulcano Fanfic

⚠️ ex student/teacher contains Smut and Alcohol Consumption ⚠️

You were out in a bar in Manhattan celebrating your 25th birthday with friends when someone caught your eye, a familiar face but you don’t know where you remember him from. You rack your brain as to what his name was and where did you know him from, the it hit you sqaure in the face. It was Mr Vulcano my English teacher from High School, the teacher I used to fantasize about bending me over his desk and pounding into me whilst calling me his little teachers pet. I catch eye contact with him and i’m sure i’m blushing, he looks to me and frowns his brow’s slightly mostly likely trying to remember my face.

I wander to the bar asking for a large Vodka and Lemonade as i’m about to pay a voice from beside me pipes up making it clear that they’d pay, I look to my right and there he is towering over me, tall dark and handsome. He hasn’t changed much since I left high school seven years ago, his beard was neat as was his hair. “Thank you for the drink” I clink my glass against his bottle of beer making him smile, as i’m about to walk away he grabs my hand pulling me back making me giggle a little and roll my eyes. He presses his lips against my ear and whispers “Miss Brown, did you just roll your eyes at me?”. I swallow the lump in my throat as he places his hand on the small of my back pulling me against his chest, he remembered me.

“You remember me?” I shout over the loud music. “Of course I remember you, if you weren’t my student all those years ago i’d have called you my own. There’s no rules saying I can’t see an ex student after they leave…”. Butterflies fill my tummy and my pants become damp as he speaks, I wanted him back then but I want him even more now.

“Do you have a first name or should I just call you Mr Vulcano?” I asks playfully. “Sal, but I do like Mr Vulcano. Reminds me of when you used to put your hand in the air and ask for help.” I smile thinking back to the memories of high school.

“Well, thanks for the drink Sal I appreciate it. Have a good night” I kiss his cheek before walking away from him. What was I doing? He wants me just as much as I want him. I go back to my friends and glance over at Sal talking to three others who were also my teachers, Mr Gatto, Mr Quinn and Mr Murray. I’m surprised I remembered their names it was that long ago, why was I playing hard to get.

As the night got on we were getting more drunk and wild on the dance floor, I wore a little black dress that just covered my bum with spaghetti straps on my shoulders and a deep plunge at my boobs pairing the dress with black heels to give me some extra height. As we’re dancing I feel a pair of hands on my waist and a body pushing against my back, I hope that’s his phone in his pocket. I turn around and to my surprise I come face to face with Sal, I smile and wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer. I bite my lip as he looks down at me, his lips smash against mine taking me by surprise but I open my mouth letting his tongue explore mine. I could taste the beer on his tongue as he holds me flush against him. We both pull away and I look down blushing, he laughs slightly before leaning into my ear, nudging my blonde hair out of his way as he does so. “Let’s get out of here”.

Around half an hour later we were back at Sal’s apartment, we hadn’t made it to the bedroom as soon as we stepped foot through the door his lips were on mine and both our hands were clawing at each others clothes in desperation to get undressed. Sal lifts me up and I wrap my arms and legs around him instantly, he make his way to the bedroom bumping against the door Sal kicks it open with his heel and lays me down on his king size bed. Both of us now in our underwear our clothes discharded somewhere in the house Sal climbs on top of me kissing from my neck all the way down to my damp thong, I whimper when he places his lips over the wet fabric as he hooks his finger against the side of my thong slowly pulling it down my leg. As the fabric pulls itself away from my damp spot Sal’s lips instantly connect with my Clit sending a jolt through my body, my fingers grab the sheet beneath me as he works wonders on me. My moans and pleads only encouring him. I feel the coil in my stomach tighten and as i’m about to come he pulls away, the tears threatening to fall from my lids as I look at Sal who’s pulling down his tight boxers. My eyes widen at the length and thickness of him. Sure i’ve had sex before but not with someone as big as him. Sal looks at me and the expression on my face says everything.

“You ok?” He asks, I nod before blurting out “Sal, you’re massive! I’ve never had sex with someone as big as you…”. Sal grins back at the compliment, he gave off big dick energy but he was so much bigger than I imagined. Sal grabs a condom from his wallet rolling it on before climbing between my spread open legs. “I’ll go slow I promise” he places his forehead against mine as he pushes the tip into me, my mouth flies open but nothing comes out. I watch as he slowly pushes into me disappearing deep inside. There was a mixture of pain and pleasure but I nearly scream when he finally comes to a halt. He stays still for a minute letting me adjust to his size as he softly places little kisses on my neck, my arms wrap around his neck playing with his short hair. Sal places his head against mine once again looking in my eyes for permission to start moving, which I grant.

Sal pulls near enough all the way out before pushing himself back in, my breath becomes irregular and a little moan comes from my lips, he starts to go a bit faster causing me to moan his name which he clearly likes as he begins slamming into me. My nails claw at his arms as my back arches and the screams of his name leave my lips, Sal moans back all sorts of filth in my ear causing me to quickly reach my climax tightening around him and shaking uncontrollably, he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of me hitting my sweet spot everytime he slams into me harder, both our bodies stick together with sweat and the bed is covered in a large wet patch. Sal’s thrusts become frantic as he chases his orgasm. “O…oh my god Sal you’re so biggggg” I cry through gritted teeth, tears of pleasure rolling down the side of my face. “You’re so fucking tight, s..say my name… fucking say it” Sal wraps his hand around your throat forcing your eyes open to look at him. “S…s…sir!!!” I scream unintentionally, Sal growls back animalistically as he pulls my legs higher up his torso slamming deeper into me, this time I scream his name and he stills inside me crying out with pleasure as he explodes into the condom, ropes and ropes of his white come filling the latex. Sal is dripping with sweat as he looks down at you breathing heavy. “You did so well, let me get you cleaned up”. He pulls out of you as gently as he can, getting up and going into the bathroom you watch as he disappears coming back minutes later with a warm flannel wiping between your sensitive legs. You lie exhausted as Sal climbs into bed beside you softly moving your sticky hair from your eyes. Your cheeks burn crimson as you look at Sal’s body covered in angry red scratches, he notices you looking and shrugs laughing slightly. Your eyes fall closed as you smuggle close to Sal’s sticky body.

[passerine-former-sword-robin]

So I have found Christel's old dairy and have hand picked some pages that I will leak here this is part eight - spoiler.

[entry]

Me, Hecate and Delenn are starting to spend more time together. Delenn kinda revealed to us that she is dating the bread stealer or red hood.

From the pocket clues left by red hood. I am now aware of his identity. Something is telling me. He wanted me to know-it.

Anyway, speaking of dating. Hecate seem to have a thing for Cassandra Cain. Hope it goes good for them. Though I think Steph also has a thing for Cass or/and Hecate. So we will see where this love sqaure ends. But if either break Hecate's heart. I feel like I would hurt them.

Weird how attached I have become to Hecate, carol and Delenn.

On the superhero hand, I met robin again. And well I saw him trying to sneak in an animal.

Long story short, robin is now my second arch enemy. And both him and firefly are currently competeting for that position.

I am so done.

[end entry]

Oh here it is, Christel and robin's enemies stage - red hood.

Christel really used to identify you as a bread stealer. - nightwing.

She gave Shoutout to the lover triangle before the Hecate harem was formed. - red robin.

Also, red hood was the second one whose identity she discovered - spoiler.

She didn't discover it, I just gave her baby clues - red hood.

Why? - nightwing.

Felt like it - red hood.

(@gotham-uni-council , @gotham-its-seven-in-the-morning , @gotham-is-fucking-weird , @scarecrowspawn , @formerarkhampsychologist )

[sheep-nimbus]

A paper with golden writing and an intricate design appears in your pocket. “You’re invited to the headspace beach day! Hosted at the beach behind the ballroom today, all day. Attendance is not mandatory, but appreciated!” ~🔅📢👁️

WOAYAAA :D Fun sqaure thing ! !!

Shep doesn't know how to read and just stares at the paper for half an hour

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[royal-confessions]

“You woulld think William and Harry have better sense of style with two extremely fashionable parents (Charles and his stylish pocket sqaures & Diana, come on!). And these two wore the same boring ass suits and jumpers almost every single time, didn't even bother to have a nice pocket square to spice things up. Royal men's fashion is so boring now.” - Submitted by Anonymous

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Appalachian mountains

21:49

September 20th 2021

The moon was bright tonight. The light barely touched the forest floor however. Not that it bothered Eliza.

Kitted out in pure black clothing carrying only a small pack on her right hip. A dark green Oni mask covered her face. Her medium length hair tied back in a warriors knot.

A small handgun was clasped in her caloused gloved hands. A tan suppresor had been fitted onto the end of it.

The mission was kept off the books. If word got out or if the king had become aware of the nature of this operation it could jeopardize the entirety of the multiverse council. Which would put them all back at sqaure one

Chara "Eliza" Serif couldnt let that happen. Correction. WOULDN'T let that happen.

She had run through this in training 20 times. Each time augmenting it. Cutting unnecessary gear and incorporating different methods of movement.

Mission: Eliminate or capture the leader of an Anti Monster terrorist cell. Gather intelligence and safely extract back to HQ. If discovered or captured kill the witnesses and extract for debrief.

Eliza hated these missions. Killing wasnt something she enjoyed after all. It made her ill to her stomach, leaving a bad taste not easily purged. But she also understood she was the only one who had the will, the guts to take on what most in the gaurd considered an impossible suicide mission.

She stopped, and posistioned herself behind a tree pointing her sleek handgun at the ground. Finger positioned just outside the trigger gaurd.

In front of her was an improvised base camp

3 tents neatly set up and a small bonfire. She counted five.

"These people move in backs of 6 where the hell is-"

She didnt finish her thought as a knife cut cleanly through the air, she dodged expertly having trained for a long time with Undyne on the technique of dodging various melee weapons, the blade embedded itself deep into the heart of the tree. She cursed herself for not being on high alert.

She quickly holstered her weapon and delivered a knee to the terrorists stomach. As they dropped to the ground she moved and placed them in a headlock.

They struggled as Eliza felt their pulse rapidly climb. She tightened cutting off their oxygen as they scratched and hit her arm barely managing to scrape the frabic and rip through. She sharply twisted their head as she felt their vertebra snap.

They went limp and their pulse slowly faded. She waited a second hearing only crickets then slowly lowered their corpse to the forest floor.

Eliza rooted through their pockets and took a cellphone placing it in her hip pack.

Turning back to camp she took a deep breath and dropped to the forest floor. Slowly inching her way forward. Centimeter by centimeter.

She stopped behind 2 of them and let one pass on. As soon as Eliza felt they were out of sight of each other she ignited a small flame in her hand using her magic and threw the Anti Monster to the group and placed a searing black flame coated hand on their chest.

They barely had time to exhale before they died.

Eliza nodded and moved forward to the Leaders tent. Just as she went to open it a round ripped through the air and narrowly missed her head.

She dropped low and withdrew her handgun. Eliza noticed one of them behind a tree. A large rifle aimed and steadied directly at her. She quickly dug into her pack and withdrew a throwing knife marked with runes. She threw it embedding it into the soil inches from the Terrorist

In an instant the magic activated allowing an instant teleportation. She leveled her handgun and fired 3 shots neatly into his chest.

At this point the remaining gaurds came out and opened fire

"Chara what the hell is going on out there. Im watching the live feed. Youre sloppy as hell tonight "

Her commanding officer Undyne yelled into her earpiece.

"Sorry Boss. Just a bit tired. Gonna go ahead N use a tier three summoning spell. Prep for the paperwork for me will you? Chara out"

Eliza muted her earpiece and stood up. Rounds ripped through her stomach and chest. She either didnt notice or didnt Care showing that it had no effect on her.

Eliza placed her hands in front of her

"You ever seen the power of a fully reliezed familiar of the Serif family?"

A large gaster blaster appeared in front of Eliza. Red eyelights illuminated the remaing terrorists in a unholy glow as a black beam charged up. Teeth curling and menacingly protruding as if to eat the very mana in the air.

"Say goodnight."

A blast was fired with nary a sound. In an instant the terrorists were wiped away down to their very atoms. Leaving nothing behind but a long crater.

"This Chara Serif radioing in. Codename Oni. Mission accomplished. RTB 1 minute"

With a flick of her hand the blaster disappeared and a portal appeared. Taking off her mask her red eye surveyed the area and content with having no witnesses she disappeared through the portal.

The next day the police would rule it as a bear mauling.