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gojos-version · 3 months ago

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hii may i request a friends to lovers fic (gojo x reader) where reader fells first but gojo fells harder? thank you if you write this, of course you can ignore it<333 have a nice day!!

Pairings- Y/N x Best friend! Satoru Gojo

Summary- What the request says :) Reader's 19 and so is Satoru, jujutsu high and curses and stuff still exist I've just kept Suguru alive <3

Warnings- None!! all fluff <3

Word count- 2.2k

Proof read- ✅

A/N- Thank you so much for the request anon!! this was so much fun to write, i hope this is to your standards<3!!

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You and Satoru had known each other since high school, how you may ask? Well, you didn’t know quite when you became friends. You mostly kept quiet and kept to yourself while he was loud and outgoing, his best friend you found you could get along with more than him. He was a complex guy. Both he and his best friend were the popular kids while you just blended in the background. Not like you wanted the spotlight anyway.

Your teacher paired you up together for a mission, that's how you started talking. Those stupid blue eyes that made your heart race every time your eyes met them. You were grateful he had sunglasses covering his eyes because you'd have a heart attack at how pretty his eyes were. If you thought after the mission ended you'd never talk again with him, boy you'd be so wrong.

Ever since then he wouldn't stop talking to you and dragging you everywhere with him, even his friends Shoko and Suguru welcomed you with open arms. Ever since then he was attached to you like you were superglued together, wherever he went you followed; wherever you went he followed you. That's just how it was. You tried to convince yourself that you would never fall for someone but your heart didn't listen, it raced everytime he was close to you, everytime he hugged you or leaned on you, everytime he got your favourite snack or whenever he'd fall asleep on you while you both watched a movie, or whenever you fell asleep on him you'd find yourself tucked into bed your face flushing at the thought of him carrying you to your bed.

All those little things made your body heat up and your heart throb. You admired every single little thing about him, you treasured all of your little moments together. You still remember the night you fell in love with him. It was a rainy night. You were cooped up on your couch snacking on the snack you made while watching your favourite show. You heard a knock on the door and you grumble because who the heck would knock on your door at 10pm?? When you opened the door there stood Satoru. Your Satoru. Your best friend. Well one of your best friends. But why was Satoru at your door so late?? He was drenched in water, his eyes tired as they bored into yours.

“Satoru? Why are you here, it's 10 at night?” Your brows furrowed and that night he didn't say anything. When he came into light you noticed he had dried up blood on his clothes. And he wasn't wearing something he’d usually wear. He said nothing as he hugged you tightly. That night was the night you knew your feelings for him were more than platonically. The fear that raced in your heart at the thought of him being hurt. But that night he turned out to be fine. You gave him a change of clothes and he fell asleep in your arms watching your show with you. It was a weird night but you realised how much he meant to you.

That was when you realised how much you loved that stupid man. Years ago now. At the current moment you, Shoko, Suguru and Satoru were at Jujutsu High. Satoru and Suguru were playing basketball while you stretched out on the bleachers with Shoko talking about random things. Times like these you adored, no missions just hanging out with everyone. “Y/n! Shoko! Come play with usssssss!” Satoru whines before bickering with Suguru when he hits Satoru with the ball. “They wouldn’t wanna play with you cheater!” Satoru gasps in response and the two argue. You turn to Shoko, “Wanna get coffee? I’m craving it so badly right now”, “Yeah lets go abandon these losers”, she grins grabbing your hand and almost dragging you down the bleachers.

“Hey! Where are you guys going?” Satoru shouts at you and you can hear the pout in his voice. “We’re going to do something!!” Shoko yells back at him, “Coffee!!” You shout before you're out of his sight. Before you knew it you were sitting with Shoko, eating your cake and drinking coffee. “So,” She starts; “Anyone you like?” You feel yourself heat up, “I-uh no.” You look down at your coffee, avoiding her gaze. “Don’t lie to me, Y/n!! Come onnnnn!!! You know I won't tell anyonneeee!!” She whines, giving you pleading eyes.

You sigh softly, “I do. I really love him though. Its more than a crush.” You say it so quietly she almost doesn't hear you. “What!! Who. details. Now.” she puts her hands over her mouth trying not to squeal. “Don’t say anything okay? But it's one of our best friends. Please don't make me say it, I'm already dying of embarrassment.” You put your head in your hands and exhale. “It’s Satoru isn't it? I see how you look at him.” You nod your head without looking up; “Yeah..please keep it between us. I don't even know what I want to do, I'm too scared to confess because I'd definitely be rejected- ""Y/n. He wouldn't reject you. At all. If anything, I think he can't understand emotions himself. But I see the way he looks at you though. He talks about you a lot when you aren't around; it's like you're the only thing on his mind. But you know I won't say anything, we don't have to do anything yet but if you need my help with setting you both up I’d help!! Plus if Suguru knew he’d help too”

Your cheeks heat up. “Thank you Shoko, I know he’d keep it a secret. I just.. I don't know if I want Satoru to know.. I don't know if we’d both be ready for a relationship- hell if he even feels the same way.” Before you could say more you heard the coffee shop door open and Satoru’s loud boisterous voice; “Y/N!! SHOOKOO!!”; “Speaking of the devil” She mutters and waves a hand over to Satoru and Suguru. “Sorry for interrupting girl time, he wouldn't stop whining about wanting to see Y/N- you guys.” Suguru tries to play his mess up coolly as Satoru shoots him a glare and sits down next to you.

Your mind starts wondering what did Suguru mean? Was he going to say Satoru wanted to see me? And Shoko thinks he likes me but he's not aware of it?? No, Y/N. don't get your hopes up. Not now. Dont. “Missed us already?” You try to play off teasingly, “It was lonely. Crazy bangs was too annoying” Satoru sighs dramatically and Suguru starts bickering with him, it makes you laugh. Thank god it cleared up your thoughts. The four of you were talking mindlessly and laughing, you failed to notice Satorus eyes lingering your direction when you did not notice.

Satoru couldn't understand why he couldn't stop admiring you, hanging onto each word you say, your laugh being his favourite sound. Why? Why do I feel like this? What is this? He questioned himself but he didn't understand it. Maybe I'll ask Suguru about it. But really.. Why is my heart racing when she smiles at me? Why do I feel hot all over? Satoru was internally panicking with what was going on. He didn't notice any of this before. He thought it was normal but now it was bugging him because he truly didn't understand it.

Later that night you were walking to your dorm when for once.. Satoru wasn’t next to you? Or practically hugging you and dragging you to your dorm so the two of you can watch something together. Weird. You tried to shrug off the weird feeling you were getting and you just went to your room and went to sleep. You don't bother watching something then sleeping. Maybe for once an early night could be good. You felt yourself drift off into a peaceful slumber in the warmth of your bed trying to push down your weird gut feeling.

Knock knock knock.

Huh?

Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock slam!

What the fuck is going on?

“Y/N!!” Was that.. Satoru? Why was he here at.. 3 in the damn morning?!?!?!You rush to get up and go to the door, even forgetting to put on a damn robe or your slippers just in your PJ’s. When you open the door you see him. Oh even though he's in distress he looks so beautiful right now. No. Y/N. not now. “What's wrong? Satoru, it's 3 in the morning.” and he looks down at his feet. “‘M sorry. We didn't get to watch something together. Like we usually do.” he wanted to tell you he missed you. But he's scared of how he feels right now so he ignored you and ran to Suguru’s dorm for an answer to this.

“I-you had to apologise now?? Satoru, it's okay, it's not like we have to hang out every night or all day-""But I want to. I just. I don't understand myself and my feelings right now.” He blurts out, his hair looked so oddly dishevelled and you longed to run your hands through it. “Feelings?” You asked confused, what does he mean? “I-um. I meant with emotions and I ju- "" It's okay, Satoru. I get it.” You cut him off, why for even a moment did you hope he'd say ‘how i feel about you’ you silly silly girl. Why would he ever like you? He'd never.. Right? Your body had a shockwave go through it, a shockwave of heat and you swallow the lump in your throat.

“I’m going back to sleep. You should too. We can talk more tomorrow.” You mumble, “Alright..” he sighs. The whole interaction was so weird. and out of the blue...Boy tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Time skip <3

You wake up to the sunlight flooding through your room, your eyes blurry trying to adjust to it. Just what time is it? You wonder as you twist your body to the side, and you slip your slippers on. Shit its 10 in the morning. You quickly get changed into your uniform and brush your teeth and hair before running out of your dorm room, towards the kitchen. “Y/N!! Morning!! How’d you rest?” Shoko greets you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “Satoru’s currently on a mission” Suguru’s voice rings out as he snacks on a sandwich. You let out a sigh of relief at that.

“Soo you want me and Shoko to set you both up?” The water you started sipping spat out everywhere. You turn to glare at Shoko and she raises her hands in defeat; “I didn't say anything!” She whispers shouts and Suguru just laughs. “Shoko didn't say anything, it’s obvious you love that bastard.” You try to seize your coughing fit and drown more water. C’mon it couldn't be that obvious. “Does Satoru-” “No. he's too blind. He doesn't suspect anything.” Suguru eases you and you sit down on the couch sighing loudly.

The door slams open and you look up to see a very out of breath Satoru. “Hey-” “Y/n. Can we talk?” He ignores the other 2, his gaze burning holes into yours from across the room. Your pulse quickens and your mouth runs dry; “S-sure..” you shakily get up and play with your hands while you walk towards him. When you were next to him he seemed nervous to even touch you. That was nothing like him. “W-we’re going out.” Satoru stuttering?? His cheeks and ears were red from how close you both were to each other. Satoru blushing?? You wish you could take a picture so you could never forget how pretty he looked.

He shakily took your hand and dragged you to a little secluded park, it was beautiful too with blossom trees blooming and some petals falling around. It was almost like a scene out of a movie. While you took the view in Satorus eyes never stopped admiring you. It's like he was remembering every single detail of your face. “Y/N.” He says your name softly, “Yeah? What’s wrong?” You turn to look at him to find his eyes already on yours, “I- um..” His cheeks burn up again and he looks like he's about to explode.

“I realise how I feel now. I mean I have for a while..but .. now I understand how I feel. I um.. I’m in love with you.” He blurts out, clenching his hands in his lap. Your face goes into shock as you try to read his body language. All you can read is he's nervous. “Y-you're not joking right-” “Why would i ever joke about that? I really mean it. I never understood why I felt like my heart was leaping out of my chest when I was around you. Or why I hung onto every single thing that you said. I-if you don't feel the same it's fine! You don't have to-” “I love you too you fool.” You cut him off sighing and your eyes wander over his face. “You silly, silly boy, how could you think I wouldn't love you back.” You cup his face and he gasps.

You may have fallen first but oh Satoru fell harder.

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Masterlist<3

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chemicallywrit · 5 months ago

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Happy Audio Drama Sunday! I was busy doing many things this week, but luckily they were the kind of things that facilitate a lot of audio drama listening. Shall we?

👹 G.O.B.L.I.N.S. is amazing. I love an office sitcom in any case, but an office sitcom with two goblins, an elf prince, and an overly enthusiastic government pencil pusher is an inspired idea. I really want this show to exist more, so if you can, consider helping them on their crowdfund!

💋 Josie’s Lonely Hearts Club this week was HILARIOUS. The presidential puns were so delightful, and I also ended the episode wanting to fight a veterinarian. Can’t wait to see where this season is going.

🌚 @hellofromthehallowoods is always so good at creating these gorgeous soft character moments, and I adore middle-aged Buck. Watching this man gracefully age into a husband and father who likes himself, who knows he is loved, is such a far cry from the poor little guy he used to be. I really don’t want him to get eaten by a vampire. Are you hearing me, Mx Wellman?

📻 Breaker Whiskey ended for now and ohhhhhhh. Oh man. I cried. The experience of listening to this story feels very early audio drama, and that’s definitely by design. Lauren Shippen let the story wander and discover itself, and we got to discover it too. Was it a flawless story? No story is, but getting to revel in the wandering just made it better. Whatever’s next for the story, I have enjoyed the ride.

🥛 The Silt Verses. That’s it. I found this episode entrancing. How’s this going to end?

🥃 Breathing Space this week was hilarious. In a rare voice acting appearance by Pacific Obadiah and some familiar voices from Melissa Lusk and Katrina Pecina as well as the ol' Breathing Space standbys, this heartfelt, witty, and above all very silly episode felt really good. I just loved it.

🐟 In Travelling Light this week, VERMI'S BACK. My favorite guy! And it seems we won't be seeing the last of this guy, either. Thank you Hero for my life. Friendship is gonna solve all the traveller's problems and I couldn't be happier.

🧟‍♀️ In Hannah News, The Dead started a new series called Turas that I really think you should check out. It’s set on a Scottish isle with Scottish Gaelic, and zombies, and sister dynamics, and it’s so good guys. Our main actors, Michelle Kelly and Bonnie Calderwood Aspinwall, are absolutely killing it, alongside an amazing cast. Please tune in, you won't regret it.

🧛🏻‍♀️ Also this week, I got the chance to hop on Re: Dracula's July Q&A for our patrons! You gotta check out our patreon, y'all, creating gothic fiction has been so much fun. We're hard at work on Carmilla while Re: Drac is having its second go-round. Join usssssss.

That's all for me this week! It's long enough as it is. See you next week!

#audio drama sunday #audio drama #audio fiction #fiction podcast #g.o.b.l.i.n.s #josie's lonely hearts club #hello from the hallowoods #the silt verses #breaker whiskey #breathing space #travelling light #the dead podcast #re: dracula

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cconfusedkat · 13 days ago

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I also just think itd be absolutely hilarious to draw kallamar at the front of the disciple circle and allure dismisses hir by simply waving their hand at hir and hes like >:-O ????????

But thatd also be at the part "DEAR GALINDA YOU ARE JUST TOO GOOD!!!! HOW DO YOU STAND IT I DONT THINK I COULD!!!! SHES A TERROR SHES A TARTER WE DONT MEAN TO SHOW A BIAS BUT GALINDA YOURE A MARTYR" where everyones gathered around kallamar like a. Like a god damn celebrity meet and greet LDNDMFJSMFKS

"Well. These things are sent to tryyyyy usssssss" kallamar talking to a group of disciples and allure just- ._. ,, Walk Away walk away walk AWAAAAYYYY FROM TJE PROBLEM (problem is kallamar in question)

#sydneys thoughts #“Poor galinda forced to beside someone so disgustified” is crazyyyyyy cuz thats allures cultttt why are we opping against the lambb???/sil

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saga-project · 1 year ago

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Master Michelangelo? We have to keep going--

No. No, we can't. They're--he's going to catch us eventually. He's already on his way. And my leg's broken.

We....we have to think of something! I'm not just gonna leave you here--

....I might have a plan. Casey, do you remember what I showed you once? What the key looked like, that the Foot took to start this whole big mess?

....what's that have to do with anything?

I'm gonna open a time portal to the day the key was stolen. If you can find the key and stop those bubblegum bitches.....then maybe.....maybe things'll work out better. For us, for Don, for everybody.

....but what about uncle Donnie.

.....I sent the journals back. Before he got all.....you know....he told me there's something written on the back pages. Something that can pull him out of this timeline before he gets too bad and send him to another one. Where they can fix him. You have to find....you remember what Theatre looked like?

I....yeah, but that sounds....

Casey, if anyone can find a way to help him, it's you. You just gotta find the key and stop the Krang first.

....okay. What do we have to do.

I'll make the portal now. Just buy me some time.

That I can--

Ohhhhhh, dear brooooooother of mine. Caseyyyyyyyy. Your beloved uncle is heeeeeeeeere. Come on out. Don't be SHY.

....Shit, he found us--

I'll hold him off! You gotta make the portal!

Caseyyyyyyy. Why are you hurting usssssss. We only want to HELP.

My REAL uncle wouldn't have to ask that. You are NOT him.

Ģ̵̡͖͇̹̪͔̹͍̰͉͉̦̠͆̀̌̔͌͛̆́͐͌̌̂̚͜ȋ̶͇̰͒͋̆̆̂̈̉̆́͘͘v̸̮̘͊̔͊̇̃͂̐̎̆͗̏ę̷̛̻͍̩͇̫͍͆̂̆͌͗̀̆̀͆̀͝ ̶̭͎͓̻̹͐̎̉̚͝ͅy̸̖̠͎̗͐͆̿́͊͌̓͠o̵̟̝̭̝̟̚ǘ̴̩̥̲͎̘̣̝̦͎̭̓̂̏̆͒̍̌͝͝ͅr̸̡͈̳͈̥͔̟͔̣̞̘̬̬̈̀̔̓̊̇̓̅͝s̴̗͈̙̫̀͛̂͌͌͊̉̏͝e̵̗̻̲̭̖̹̜̹̙̹͇̭͐̈́̕ͅl̶̢̢̫̦̭̬̖͓̯̭̙̜̪̗͍̉̂f̴̭͈̗̬̲̈́̓̆͌́̂̑͒ ̴̡̧̢̻̖̱̔̍̈́͗͋̀̍̅̾̕͜͝u̴̻̤͈̹̟̘̰͓̓͗̏̈́͘̕̚͘͜p̵͖̳͉̱̦͉̠̞̳̱̻͊̔̾̓̋̈́̃͂̆̌̌̚ ̷̜̥̦̓̏̌͛̊̀̐̔̆̈́̀͋͘̚͝ͅt̷̨̨̬͍͈̆̓̂̂̿̿̿̊̿̀̿͝ͅȍ̶̡̹͙͍̦̹̤̜͕̣͈̜͆́́̓ ̴͂̾͆̓͒́͂̈́̅́̿͆̊͘͜ų̶̫̜̻̗͎̣͍̏̃̒̅̔͗̊̐͑̓̈̚̕͠ͅs̵̡̢̟̝̥̭͎̞̘̝͎̏ͅ,̷͖̝̙͈͕͎͍̋̋̒̕ͅ ̸̢̛͉̯͇̱̣̮̹̯͔̿͝ͅỵ̶̢͍͔͉́̉̒̽̆̅͊͜͜͝o̴̧̭͕̪͖͙̫͇̞̦̘̤̔̽̈́̾̆̚u̴͔̻̠͕͈̭͈͉͂̓̽͂̂̉͛̃̏̓̃̎͌́ ̴̡̻͔̺̫̬̲̩͇̬̭͙̞̍̏̀̏̾̈̅̂͠ṳ̴̻͇̣̭̩̭̥̜̹͊̄͂̎̅̓͗́̆̍͜ń̴̛̪̞̜̜̲̹̼̟̅̊̈́̓́̈͊̏́͜͝͝ͅg̸͖͉̻͙͑͠ŕ̴̦̯̘ã̸̡̨̩͇͉̣̥̅͊́̈ͅt̷̨̰̻̱̤̯̜̘͕̿̇̇́̃̑̒̄͋͝e̴̛̘͚̜̍̇͋͌̈̋͛̄̄͜͠f̷̨̻͚̥̼̗͛̍͗̉̄u̴̹̓̓ḽ̷̨̗̝̠͔͍̘͚̹̻͎̤̪̉͊͒̐̔̄̍̇ͅ ̷̞͔̬͈͎̓̀͠B̸͕͕̥̪̙̰̘͎̥̮̮̭̙̩̽́̈́̆͊̓͌̅̇̂̚͠͝R̵͓̥͉͂̉̋̌̓͌̈̉͑͒̄͗͠͝Á̴̡̜̹͚͉̟̋̄T̷̡̼̯̭͇͎̮̄̑̉̒̉̾͋̃̌́̂͠ͅ.̸̡͇̳̤̺͖̈̋̈́́̓͂͘͠

GET AWAY FROM HIM.

But we all know YOU'RE not the best fighter out of all of us, Mikeyyyyy, ARE youuuuu.

Master!

There's no time! Just get to the portal! I'll hold him off!

No. No, Master Michelangelo, come with me!

I just need to---hGGGRK---

NO--

.̷̢̧͉̜̘͓̪̙̱̻̹̀̓͋́͊̓͒̓͂̔͜.̸̨̢͚͌̏̔̾̂́.̸̜̖̥͈̹̮̹͖̗̗̃͊̏.̸̯͉͙͍̰̦̼̖̳̗̝̉̽̐̓͐̓̐̏͑͐͆̚͝ṇ̸̨͓̱͚̻̖̗̝̫͑̓̅̃̇̎̒̔̃̑͝ȍ̸̡̧̨̗̦͇̦̤͍͕̞̘̘̤͗̀͋w̸̞̹̫͌̅̕ ̴͗̃͠��̡̤̝̘̘̮̮̹̱̥̜̼͖̃̀̇ͅl̵̝͇̱̫̘͖̥͙̺̥̾͆̈́̌̌͒̏̀̉́̈̔̐͠ỏ̶̢͍̰͈̼̼̋̒̊͆̏̀̀̈̄̎̑͐o̷̡̥͇̘͇̭̠̗̱̹̫̪̥͇̯̓̂̏̒̔̽̇̉̅̋͊̃̈́̃̈́k̶͖̝̭͚͔̯̥̲̪͒ ̴͎̝͔͇͓͕͎͍͚͔̭̘̬̐͛w̶̧̤͕̙̺͂̏͛̍͊͋͊̾̿͜ḩ̸͈̻̦͉̱͙̯̬̮̲͐͊ͅǎ̵̢͎̟̩̬̥̭̳̱͗͜t̴̢̹͓̻̝̜̹̜̔͗͆͊̿̀͛̓͑̀̏̃̓̿͠ ̶̡̪̃̎̏̉̆͘͝ÿ̵͉̣̰̼̲̯͈̥̺̞́́̓̄̒̾͛͊̍̃͜͝ͅo̴̡̰̥͉̙̱̹͔͙̹̝͚̟̻̺̓̃͌̃͆͠ư̶̞̑̏̇͊̇͆̒'̵̜͘͝v̶͈̘̤̳͙͓̲͎̗̰̞̳̘͋̀̌̄̏ͅę̸̛̗̝͒̓̌̀̿̓̆ ̶̡̰̝̥͚̥̤̻͍̞̦̥̆͆͗̿͗͗͘͝m̸͓̟̝͖̯̋̊͋̓̈́́̀̀̃͒͘ą̸̡̧͍̱͎̜̬̗̤͍̻̀̐̈́͘͜͝ͅd̵̡̙͇̮͙̪̗̝̤̈e̴̗͉͇̳͉̱̓̔̾̑͒̈́̊̾̽ͅ ̷̡͎̟̗͎̘̘̰͚̬̃̓̍̅̀̐ų̶̜͔̝̥̬̽̒͒͗̾̄͐̐̈́̊̽͝͠ş̵̧̢̝̦̦͖͍̥̘͍̫̘̉̏̌͊̍̀̅̾̚͜͠͠ ̵̯̘̦̝̱̩̘̝̳̅̆̅̈́̎̀́͗̇̌̕͝͝͠ḑ̶̜̯̞̣̗̫̝͐̾̇̓͋͗̂̄͠ơ̸̡̛̛̥̪̫͍̜̞̘̱̈́̉͊̀̎̀͌̐̚͠ͅ.̷̧̧͉̺͕̱̮̥͈̮̽̂̍̃̑͘͜

No! No no no no Master Michelangelo MASTER---

#(give yourself up to us you ungrateful BRAT)#(now look what you've made us do)#🥀#rottmnt rp #sep!donnie #roleplay blog #(no replies please!)

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eulchu · 2 years ago

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real or just straight up show him the kissgate pic, his ass will not say shit as we saw how it went last time it was spammed

HES SO MEAN TO USSSSSSS

#asknootfound

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skxrbrand · 1 year ago

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He'd pray for his slain comrades at another time. Now, Oxyotl was more focused on the daemon he was facing, as he once more bellows flame over the battlefield, charring the other half of the jungle, and cutting him off from any escape into the wild. He stands, however, showing no fear or hesitation in the face of the Bloodthirster. In fact... he's even smirking a bit, seeing that his dart had hit earlier.

"How doesssssss it feel, great sssssssoldier of Khorne? Not usssssssed to fighting the pox of Nurgle without hisssssssss children around, are you?"

He openly mocks Skarbrand, before his mirthful grimace turns sour, and he holds his blowgun up towards him.

"Leave Lussssssssstria at once. You are not welcome here! Or elssssssssssssse the sssssssssstrongest of our kin will descend upon you."

Skarbrand's ear twitches. He hears the sibilant tongue of the Lizardmen in his ear, understanding it perfectly through means which could only be supernatural. The Reaper rips the dart out of his collarbone, crushing it in his fist. An enemy you couldn't see was the worst kind.

"The strongest of your kin died when chaos came!" Skarbrand answers. He picks a direction, one he is sure he can sense the voice coming from, and swings both of his axes. Wood explodes, rents are made in the ground where the weapons rake up the earth. Skarbrand roars with enough force to rattle bones and buffet flesh!

"Come out and face me!"

#ask #warhammer-fantasy-muses

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year ago

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Bestie.... If you're still in denial let me pop champagne for you 🍾🍾🍾🍾 YOU ARE NOW A SLIMY GREASY FIC WRITER BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH ONE OF USSSSSSS ONEEE OFFF USSSSSS

Fucking fuck fuck this was so beautiful I NEED YOU TO HURT ME MORE I NEED YOU TO MASSACRE ME AND GUT ME DO IT DO IT DOOO ITTT ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

Can we as a society stop sensationalizing women's bodies? Also i love that word use thank you for reminding me it exists I'll use it forever now

With a frustrated sigh, he throws the phone onto his bed, resentment and heartbreak coursing through his veins. It was bad enough that he was jet-lagged. Reading this basically confirmed he wouldn’t be getting sleep tonight - or any night in the foreseeable future.

Naniwala ka naman bobo uto-uto 🙄🤚 (and you believed stupid pushover/gullible) stupid fucker

Too busy being pregnant 🥱🥱🙄💅

Throughout his whole life, Pedro never saw himself as a father, adamantly believing that he was content without fatherhood. That all changed when he fell in love with you.

Ndjdjdbdj did it really 😶😶😶😶😷😷😷🤣🤣🤣💀💀💀

“Thanks man. I’ll be fine. Please don’t harm any imaginary cats for my sake,” Pedro smiles. “I think maybe this will do me some good, you know? Closure and all that."

SCREAMMMINNNGG 💔💔💔💔 PEDRO REALLY SAID ALL CAT LIVES MATTER EVEN IMAGINARY ONESS

He mingles with fellow attendees, his smile masking the turmoil that churned within him. His gaze wandered for a bit, and there you were with a group of other guests, your laughter mingling with the tinkling of glasses.

THE TURMOILLLLL UGHHHHH THATS SO UGHHHHH SO BEAUTIFULLY PUT YUM ITS STARTING TO HURT METHINKS

Pedro's heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He watched as you hold a champagne flute, your lips curving into a smile as you converse. The weight of the tabloid's claim hung over him like a storm cloud.

💀💀💀🤚 bro aint no way be so for real you actually believe that shit

You laugh with genuine amusement. "Really, Pedro? Since when do you read the tabloids?”

🙄🙄🙄 right. men 👎

He chuckles nervously, the tension between you momentarily eased. "I have a lot of free time these days.” (Lie) “I just happened to see it while scrolling around. (Another lie) “So you and Henry aren’t expecting–”

He whipped whipped

"I lied. I was looking for articles about you," Pedro finally admits, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

No fuckin shit Sherlock also

Your gaze was steady, eyes holding a mixture of understanding and slight amusement. "I know. And you believed them?"

IM FUCKIN SAYIN

Pedro shakes his head, his fingers toying with the edge of his glass. "No, not really. It's just.. I used to know everything about you and now the only way I get any news about you is from the fucking tabloids. I miss knowing what you’re up to. It’s just.. Old habits die hard I guess.” Pedro swirls his glass, the alcohol loosening his lips and easing the weight on his heart just a little.

MMMMMMM fuck

“No,” Pedro denies flatly. “No we couldn’t have because.. I’d have always wanted more.” Pedro knew that this was the God’s honest truth. As much as he loves you and wants you to be happy, he knew that having to watch your life from the sidelines as a friend would never be enough for him.

ITS THE SELF AWARENESS FOR ME ITS THE EMOTIONAL VULNERABILITY YOUR HONOR I DONT KNOW WHY WE BROKE UP BUT I WANT HIM BACK

You reach out, placing your hand over his. "You deserve a relationship where neither of us has to fight each other for attention. You deserve more than 5 minute hello’s and goodbye’s in the dead of night.”

MMMM FUCK SHIT FUCK I LOVE IT HERE

You stand in companionable silence for a moment, the world around you fading into insignificance. The year apart seemed to dissolve as you shared a quiet moment, the barriers melting away.

THIISSSS IS WHHERE IT ACTUALLY STARTED TO HURT I FELT A TINGLE

"I've missed you," Pedro whispers, his voice barely audible. “I know I shouldn’t say this but I have. And the truth is, you’ve spoiled dating for me. I’d take that 5 minutes with you every day if it means I get that 5 minutes with you every day for the rest of my life.”

OOOOFFFF

Your gaze meets his, eyes glassing over. "I've missed you too. Of course I have. But we can’t do this to ourselves again. It was never about love or a lack of it, you know that. If we could’ve made it work, we would have. It’s just.. our life and our careers."

OK IMAGINE A BITING LIP EMOJI BUT THE EYES ARE KINDA TEARY

When the gala finally comes to an end, you and Pedro make your way outside, the cool night air washing over your skin. He takes a deep, audible inhale and turns to you, voice cracking with the weight of parting from you again. "You’re it for me, you know? If it’s not you, it’s not anyone else.”

YOUREE ITT FOR ME?

WHHEN HEEEE ANDD THEN HEEE I LOVEE IT WHEN HE UGHHHH

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He places a soft kiss on your cheek and turns to leave, his car and driver already waiting for him, leaving you with a face reddening from the alcohol and... something else.

Your honor i can balance work life and romance

Maybe Twice a Year / Pedro Pascal x Reader

A sequel to Just Once a Year

The soft glow of Pedro's phone illuminates the dimness of his bedroom. He viciously scrolls through the headlines, the words stabbing like daggers as he reads the tabloid's sensational claim: "Y/N L/N Pregnant with Rumored Boyfriend Henry's Baby!" With a frustrated sigh, he throws the phone onto his bed, resentment and heartbreak coursing through his veins. It was bad enough that he was jet-lagged. Reading this basically confirmed he wouldn’t be getting sleep tonight - or any night in the foreseeable future.

It had been months since your fateful reunion at the awards show and neither of you had spoken or run into each other since then. But that once a year promise of hope in Pedro’s heart was about to turn into two. The theatre company that you and Pedro were patrons of (along with a few other notable names in Hollywood) was launching a new program and you were both invited to the gala.

Pedro wasn’t sure if you’d turn up. To be honest, after reading the news, he didn’t know if he even wanted you to show. Knowing that you were pregnant with another man’s child cut deeper than he thought it would. Throughout his whole life, Pedro never saw himself as a father, adamantly believing that he was content without fatherhood. That all changed when he fell in love with you.

A week later, Pedro found himself getting ready for the gala. He was nervous, hands shaking as he fixed his tie. “You’re going to be fine. Just breathe and if you ever need an escape, call me and I’ll come rushing in saying your cat is having a medical emergency,” his assistant and close friend Andrew quips. Andrew knew everything about the two of you, and he was the first one Pedro confided in after that run-in at the awards show.

“Thanks man. I’ll be fine. Please don’t harm any imaginary cats for my sake,” Pedro smiles. “I think maybe this will do me some good, you know? Closure and all that."

Andrew claps a hand on his shoulder. “If you need anything, I’m one call away.”

He enters the venue where the gala is being held, and as always with these events, he felt worlds away from the glitz and glamour of Hollywood. One of the things he missed about being with you was that you were the only person who made him feel like he had a place in all of this.

Summoning his courage, Pedro approaches you, a forced nonchalance in his tone. "Hey you. You supposed to be drinking that?" Damn. He forgot his hello’s and hi how are you’s.

"Huh?" your eyes flicker with confusion, brows knitting together.

Pedro's cheeks flush as he realizes his reference to the tabloids. "I mean, you know.. With the um..” He makes a vague gesture towards your stomach region.

You laugh with genuine amusement. "Really, Pedro? Since when do you read the tabloids?”

“Henry and I aren’t anything. Other than friends and co-workers.” You smile at his floundering.

“Oh. Sorry. I– yeah, the damn tabloids.” Pedro huffs at his foolishness, maintaining a facade of nonchalance on the outside. Internally, all his tension and anxiety from the last few days washed away and he finally felt himself breathe easily for the first time since reading the article.

As the night unfolds, you and Pedro eventually retreat to a quiet corner of the event, away from the prying eyes and the hum of conversations. The stars cast by the chandelier glitter above you, a mirror for the spark of emotions that still bubble within you both.

"I lied. I was looking for articles about you," Pedro finally admits, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

Your gaze was steady, eyes holding a mixture of understanding and slight amusement. "I know. And you believed them?"

You sigh softly, features softening. "Pedro, this past year has been hard on me too. We were best friends and I’m sorry for the way we ended things. We could’ve stayed friends. It wasn’t a messy break-up, right? We could’ve stayed in contact.”

You stand in companionable silence for a moment, the world around you fading into insignificance. The year apart seemed to dissolve as you shared a quiet moment, the barriers melting away.

As the night grew older, you remain in your secluded corner, not talking, just enjoying each other’s company in private for the first time in a year. Both of you silently fantasizing that this night would never end and that you’d be here in your little bubble forever.

“Pedro…”

I wasn't gonna do a sequel.. but my first ever fic (Just Once A Year) hitting 100 notes is something to celebrate so I hope you enjoy! Tagging @just-some-random-blogger because this is gonna surprise you and @cinnamon-todd because your comment was honestly the motivation for me to write a sequel!

#pedro pascal angst #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal x reader #Ughhhhhhhhh CINEMA #or LITERATURE UGHHH #MORE ANGST PLEASE #[clanking empty metal bowl]

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cherryvin · 2 years ago

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LADIES, GENTLEMENS AND NONBINARY PALS!

IT'S HAPPENING!

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥LIKE FIRE! HELL FIRE!🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

MF FROLLO JOINING USSSSSSS

AND HE'S A PRESEDENT OF NEW SCHOOL IN TWISTED WONDERLAND!

Ppl who made OC'S of Frollo AND PPL WHO NOW WAIT FOR ESMERALDA TO SHOW UP:

#twisted wonderland #twst

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jackyxhendo · 3 years ago

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wait what shoukder squeeze what nanosecond of hendolish contact have we missed show usssssss

I have no video evidence yet but hendo yelled at him and squeezed his shoulder

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appledotcodotuk · 3 years ago

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why the hive fckin suck at its job: a rant

spoilers for tgwdlm ahead!

first of all, it's important to consider what exactly the hive's job is. my answer is... who the fuck knows. literally. what is the hive's aim. what do you want Paul? more like, what do you want hive? let's find out!

it kinda evolves, as the play progresses. the intial aim of the hive, and one that does actually remain consistent is the constant burning need to grow and devour and gain more and more (insert capitalism metaphor here).

however, this is distorted by the people it possess who influence that aim, as we'll see later.

also the fact it crashes into a theatre displaying Mamma Mia gives the hive the motive it need to fit the world around it to the structure of the musical. having no originality of its own, the hive instead just picks up what is given to it. kinda like an evil baby.

it wants uniformity, that is indeed its ultimate goal and desire, no duh. it thinks it can achieve that through musical theatre, shame that the hive is dead wrong. cause the hive fucking sucks at its own job / aim / ultimate purpose / one concrete goal that motivates all its actions.

can't maintain control over its subjects

okay, so, the hive wants uniformity. it wants everyone to be dancing to the beat of its own tune. right? yeah. shame it literally can't keep its own possessed subjects in line at all. at the risk of sounding like the 10th doctor waxing lyrical abt humanity for the 50th time, humans are really difficult to control cause we're not really motivated by an altruistic allegiance to one primary good. we've got icky emotions that often move us to do stupid unpredictable stuff way more. it makes me wonder if the reason the hive wanted to use musical theatre to try and persuade ppl was cause it seems to think that is how theyll get emotive humans; through emotive songs. anyways. let's look at some examples shall weeeee?

Mr Davidson:

so, Mr Davidson. funnily enough, he's the guy whose in part acting as the hive trying to figure out what it wants through his interactions w/ Paul. every person it possess gives it just a bit more humanity and curiosity abt the world it is currently taking over. at least I think so. hence why as the musical develops u get character's like possessed!Alice wondering 'why does it hurt to love?' - the change in music and mood to something much more introspective really suggests to me that the hive is beginning to question the thoughts and emotions of its human hosts.

Mr Davidson is a family man through and through, he loves his wife Carol. she's his muse, his source of light. his feelings for her are not concrete or easy to explain and solve - hence why his sudden ahem demand of her is so hilarious and also jarring. it completely clashes with the 'I want song' which is simple, and often pushes forward a wider cause. not so with Mr Davidson, he just really loves his wife man. enough to break a frickin alien possession.

tbh I think its hilarious that (at least to me) the hive has to force him to forget and continue with the song, like, he straight up is just talking to his wife in that phone call, talking, not singing. so, no possession until he reverts back into song. ergo, the hive cannot maintain the uniformity it wants. even from the get go when theoretically its control should be stronger cause it has less ppl to co-ordinate. bad. at. its. job.

Paul:

this one hurts folks. yes, I know it's generally agreed, though somewhat debated that the state of Paul by the end of the tgwdlm is not purely possessed. I agree. once again, the hive is unable to truly enforce uniformity.

at this point, the motives of Paul and the hive are kinda just mixed, neither fully human nor fully alien. hence the constant shifts between pleeing for her to get away, to hide, to stay safe: 'what if the only choice is you have to sing to survive' and just full on old style hive nastiness 'let me puke in your mouth and just open your food bin girl' (so romantic 🥰 /j).

the hive has gone away from its original aim, and become something... different. no longer stuck to just one type of genre or style of song, it's really clever to show the developing complexity of the hive by showing how it is now juggling lots of different motifs with references to all the old songs from before recontextualised in a new way - its learning. evil baby... no longer uniform.

general miscommunication:

there are several instances of the hive not fully having uniform control over its subjects. for instance, right after not your seed with the three teens having to like... calibrate. they aren't just completely connected then?? also, this is a very small thing, but uhhhh at the end of inevitable when Paul is about to say the apotheosis is upon... the chorus interrupts him with USSSSSSS. interruptions??? not very in sync of u hive.

I think this inability to exert uniformity is also shown in the contrast between genre of musical theatre. my alien abomination cannot decide whether it wants to be the more modern edgy rock musical (join us (and die), not your seed ) or super happy go lucky old style musical theatre (lah dee dah dah day, and inevitable). it tries to do both, even while trying to encourage union, and sticking to one thing. hypocrite!!!!!

2. aims are guided by the people it possess

so, I mentioned this a bit already, but the hive isn't only mutating the humans, the humans are mutating the hive right back. this is more an interesting observation than any actual analysis but let's goooo.

greenpeace girl:

I think it's very likely that greenpeace girl is one of the first to be possessed. This is probably easily debunkable but whatever this analysis is flying by the seat or its pants anywayyyyy. why? cause where else would it pick up that whole 'this planet needs fixing' thing? it's interesting too, cause it morphs from expressing the desire to join hands and sing together, unity and peace with no actual action behind it. this then goes right to the other end, with the hive going 'fine I'll do it myself' and trying to save things by enforcing a dictatorship on the world. it develops and changes, and strays from its original means of accomplishing its aims! speaking oooooof...

3. inconsistent in means of accomplishing aims

okay, ur an evil hive mind. u think musicals are the way to win over these silly humans cause they're all weak and emotive and seem to respond to them. but, wait! schwoopsie! you haven't realised that for emotional depth and growth to mean anything, you need there to be established development and well... growth. otherwise the sentiments are as vague as the ones expressed in What Do You Want, Paul?

this show has genuine emotional moments, just not really during the musical numbers WITH EXCEPTIONS. any strife is smoothed over quickly, and so the development and change that would have to go into such growth is just gone. (see, You Tied Up My Heart) all so it can achieve its own desire to grow and grow and grow, maybe a metaphor for art being killed under late stage capitalism??

what actually matters is the impact the songs have afterwards, in causing a death - because we have a bond and care abt these characters. those short scenes between Paul and Emma are actually way more resonant than any song. except... inevitable, and also not your seed a bit. at this point the hive has learnt a thing or two, and can actually twist human emotion a little. but for it to do that, it has to reject the uniformity it prizes, and be adaptable. point towards being more human than it first thought? methinks so. and yet it's just not enough...

it's also why let it out, to me, feels really ingenuine. Paul has expressed himself in much better ways already. what they're doing is clearly paining him, and hurting the guy. he's terrified bless.

you can't force someone into being emotional vulnerable, man.

it's why all the deaths for the characters who are forced to express themselves are really violent, involving them being ripped open - literally forcing them to expose themselves from the 'inside out' as Alice reflects in Not Your Seed. you can't force genuine emotional connection, it has to be fostered, shown in the much more affecting relationship of Paul and Emma. the only reason the hive actually has power over our characters is because of these genuine emotional connections, which it tries and often fails to take advantage of, resulting in just resorting to brute violence. messy hive, very messy.

at the core, the musical's a kinda attack on that toxic positivity mindst: trying to force people to reach the sort of easy solutions by sharing feelings in a way that feels pretty invasive and deciding you are instantly fixed. the problems these characters face are jarringly not really what you'd expect a character in a musical to face, cheating, a lot of it, mid-life crisis. problems that are bland, or wayyyy too real. this is purposefully done, to reveal just how silly the hive's aim to use musical theatre to solve everyone's problem is. life is more complex than that smh.

4. a human can write a much more expressive, and genuine song than they ever could lol

u know which song I'm talking abt. what more is there to say. so much for making persuasive songs to tempt people over.

5. make me sad cause they took some perfectly nice ppl and funked them up 😭

this was a stupid point lol. basically I'm just bitter that this hive took a bunch of perfectly okay ppl and gave them hive brain. screw u hive. I swear I'm gonna watch Black Friday soon, cause I'm sure it's gonna completely destroy every thought I've had so far, but whateve,,, just take this as a look at tgwdlm like it's a stand-alone piece.

these guys are supposed to all be 'individuals' on one level, but also 'appendages of a much larger organism'. there's a little too much individualism and fracturing to be cohesive enough to do that I feel. the hive to me is not an infallible, unstoppable force, in fact, every human it takes over only brings it closer to understanding us. so that's maybe a slight positive note??? idk ?! I just have lots of thoughts and feelings abt this musical even if this doesn't make sense I'm proud i wrote it down hehe.

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