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(taps sign) you're right. It is kill or be killed. You will be killed because you refuse to participate in the social & political & cultural reality where people can not only exist but do more than survive. I will do the killing
a couple months ago i watched a video of a palestinian boy get crushed as a bulldozer ran over his body and the sight still haunts me today. and you expect me not to wish death upon those who are supporting this kind of horror on the palestinian people? zionists deserve to die and i won't apologize for saying it.
#points up#that african woman who said all oppressed peoples have a right to violence. they do. they most certainly do. Indeed. now what did audre#lorde say? more or less the same thing. and what did arundhati roy say? more or less the same thing. and what did james baldwin say? more o#i saw a video recorded of a palestinian man who passed out from the enormousness of his grief of losing all his loved ones.#he cried for his sister. yo. theres literally no way around this. people who are squeamish & uncomfortable i hope u grow more interesting#soon. quickly.#this world would appreciate it. be dragons and be dangerous. this year is another echo of my birth year. we listen to the gongs of#dehumanization all the time we go crazy from listening to all the gongs of dehumanization and do you know what happens ? we transform.#we transform. prefer you a monster the way ocean vuong called for monsters - warning and harbor all at once. so we transform. so we preserv#life and track and then hound those who don't. innit interesting this? dragons are life givers. there is no giving life without getting up.#osunde said we can grow the spine we need to stand up for our lives.#as the incredible mary hook block cop city movement activist said - bless those that can risk it and those that risk yet other ways.#bless the people who go back for the child! bless the people who go back for their dead! bless the people who go back for their land! bless#the people who now and again and will scare these men and women and fucking nobodies into Fearing for Their Lives! bless these people! amen#we can grow the spines we need to stand up for our lives.
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*proceeds to drink the whole bottle*
Yeah Alastor you're gonna be loved and appreciated wether you want it or not :)
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin alastor#hazbin rosie#radiorose#platonic radiorose#qpr radiorose#even tho they have no idea what label to put on their relationship at this point#hazbin comic#comic#my art#autodesk sketchbook#it probably looks ooc from alastor to react like this but poor man has only learned his whole life that relationships have a hierarchy#âmarriage > a simple friendshipâ in his brain and it's confusing for him that Rosie would put her friendship with him over that#also Rosie was pissed of how terrible her date went and as soon as she comes home Alastor sides with her ex husband#just to explain why she got angry so quickly basically they couldnt really understand each other that's why they got angry#I love cute fluffy radiorose but its good to see them argue sometimes eheh#I needed to get this idea out of my system and made it into a whole comic
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Venom and Eddie fighting together instead of as One.
Bonus, Venom's little lap of appreciation:
#symbrock#venom the last dance#venom 3 spoilers#Venom was so excited in this scene it was so cute#the way the fight started out as Venom taking control but quickly became them separately causing mayhem together#they're so silly I can't stand them#wish i had better quality to work with#soon!
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born to say Yippie!
#based on a tiktok#had to quickly draw this as soon as i saw it#dreamworks trolls#trolls#broppy#trolls poppy#trolls branch#turnaboutart
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How did your meeting go with the surgeons?
it was memorable
#sci speaks#the sci files#im glad i've done all the research. i feel okay. i feel safe and confident. and the doctors have all been really kind and helpful.#lots of good vibes. and they're moving me through the system so quickly. i'm glad it'll be dealt with so soon.#feels so crazy that this has been going on. right under my skin. and it's all explained now and i feel so much more in control.#i know whats going on!! with my funky body!! no more unanswered questions!!#i feel really good these days. optimistic. i feel like i understand myself a lot more and it means i'm better to myself.#but you'll all have to be patient with me. please be patient with me like i've learnt to be patient with myself.
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TW: brief homophobic language
Steve plays the piano.
When he was a kid, Steveâs mom made him take piano lessons. He honestly hated it, hated how strict his instructor was, hated that he had to spend hours practicing when he could have been playing with his new friend Tommy. The thing was, Steve was good at it. He had an ear for music and could pick up songs after just hearing them a couple of times, even if they werenât piano songs. There were also brief moments that his mom would actually pay attention to him, would sit at the piano bench with him and play her favorite songs.
Around middle school his dad told him that only pansies played piano, cutting an end to his lessons and instead enlisting him in every sport he could. Steve liked sports. He was good at that too, and at first his dad paid attention to him too which was amazing, but it only lasted one season. That was fine. Steve loved sports.
Then Steve met Robin, and they laughed at how horrible Tammy sounded singing, because even all this time he still had an ear for music. Then he met Eddie, and even though it wasnât really his type of music, he could tell how talented Eddie was whenever he heard the older boy play after the world tried to end but they stopped it.
Steve and Eddie grew closer, and sometimes Steve even attended Corroded Coffin practice if he was free, much to Garethâs original annoyance, and the music kind of grew on him. Sometimes heâd find himself singing the songs to himself in the shower or doing chores, or tapping out chords on the steering wheel when he drove Robin or the kids anywhere.
Steve was at one of these bandâs practices when he noticed a keyboard set off to the side. He vaguely recalled Eddie ranting one day about the band arguing if they were going to add a keyboardist to their group or not, but the idea had been scrapped several months ago when they couldnât agree on the sound.
During an intermission in the practice, while the band was all inside the house getting fresh drinks (Eddie was getting his for him), Steve hesitated before moving to the keyboard. Heâd never played a keyboard before, and it had been years since he touched a piano after his father got rid of theirs when he started sports. He didnât think heâd even remember how.
Despite this, his fingers moved with assurance over the keys, not playing one of the songs heâd learned in his youth but the song Eddie and his band had been playing just before break. His natural affinity for music had him able to translate the chords into piano keys easily, and he sort of lost himself in the music he plucked out for the first time in his life.
It wasnât until the ending notes were lingering in the air and the sound of applause began behind them that he realized the band had returned, Eddieâs eyes gleaming above a wide smile while Gareth rolled his eyes.
âFine. Your boyfriend can join the band,â the curly haired youth said, sounding aggrieved, but there was a curl to his lips that said that he was impressed.
Which was how Steve, former King of Hawkins High, found himself as the fifth member of the metal band Corroded Coffin as its keyboardist.
It also took until a week later, after his first official practice as part of the band, for him to realize that neither he nor Eddie protested Garethâs claim of them being boyfriends.
#Steve brought in more fans to the band much to Garethâs annoyance#the added attention helped their rise to fame however#with Steve at the keyboard being the missing part they needed to really make it big#Gareth and Steve quickly went from frenemies to legitimate friends#not that they would ever admit to that#Eddie and Steve officially started dating soon after#the band frequently yells at them to stop flirting when theyâre supposed to be practicing#Steve just flips them off and kisses his boyfriend even harder#steve harrington#stranger things#eddie munson#steddie#corroded coffin#headcanon#wheneverfeasible#ladyxdarcy#plot thots
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do I ship them? not really???maybe idk but 1) I needed someone for this to work 2) I do enjoy making LQQ suffer 3) it would be kinda funny ngl
#I do have actual illustrations planned but these are so much fun to make 80% of my art so far this year are tgcf shitposts#also qi rong has very quickly become my go to character to draw bc just look at that goofy ass mfer he's the worst<3#I do want to compile all my calamity design headcanons soon ish hopefully#I do have a few more hcs for LQQ too but this ain't really a pose for that so ill have to draw him again too#my art#tgcf#tgcf fanart#lang qianqiu#qi rong#tian guan ci fu#heaven official's blessing#mxtx
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merry merry christmas!!
#danganronpa v3#ouma kokichi#saihara shuichi#saiouma#ever makes art#ever gifts#i wasnt originally gonna send holiday cards this year but i changed my mind last minute and had to paint this quickly...#happy holidays!! i hope everyone got their cards (or will soon!)#btw my mama saw the cards while i was writing them and instantly thought ouma was really suspicious. lmao#shes never seen a danganronpa in her life but its nice to know ouma instinctively incites suspicious. thats character
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BRIDGERTON 1.02 | "Shock and Delight"
#bridgertonedit#tvedit#perioddramaedit#dailybridgerton#bridgerton#eloise bridgerton#colin bridgerton#benedict bridgerton#violet bridgerton#hyacinth bridgerton#gregory bridgerton#mine#quickly mourning the loss of cute fluffy-haired colin. and the days when i could pretend that he's ab-less#oh well such is the nature of things. happy days very soon!
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It has. been a while since i posted actual art huh.
#for context: i'm waiting for a new laptop so i drew these quickly just to have at least something to post for now#regretevator#osc#animatic battle#regretevator infected#regretevator lampert#infected#lampert#animatic battle animatic#my art#lampert doesn't know yet but he will get free roblox headless SOON!!! /hfjone reference
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plushie bf, Edwin's version (Charles' is here)
#I drew this really quickly because I'm going on vacation soon but didn't wanna leave charles hanging#dead boy detectives#my art#edwin payne#payneland#charles rowland#my posts#dbda#dead boy detective agency#tm art
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mmmm high lord katsuki and new attendant readerâŠ
heâs a cold man, with an icy stare and a fiery temper that is set off at the drop of a hat. the high lord katsuki has a reputation for being harsh on his peers and servants alike, though he has enough political sense to keep the peace.
heâs from an important family, born and bred with a silver spoon in his mouth and taught all of the niceties of good society. katsuki has read all of the classics and, in addition to an impressive family home (which he manages along with familial business), he has an extensive library, which he visits frequently.
you are low-born, only granted to opportunity of reading because your father taught you before he passed away. youâd been forced to find work when he passed and, by some stroke of luck, someone in the kitchens was willing to take you in and have you keep inventory for a small monthly salary. reading and writing comes in handy for that.
you consider yourself unlucky, however, at being noticed by katsukiâs first officer and personal attendant, kirishima, who happens to be of common birth with a position that should belong to a noble and thus, outranks you. well, just about everyone our ranks you. itâs him who recommends you for the âpromotionâ and lands you in katsukiâs personal office in the main house.
âmy lord,â he says, stepping into the room with the comfort only a noble could have. âiâve brought them.â
âwho?â katsuki doesnât raise his head. his voice is low and gravelly.
âthe new serving staff, my lord,â he states. âthe one from the kitchen inventory.â
katsuki looks up at this, his gaze unimpressed and unyielding. he looks you over for a moment, staring as if to size you up.
oh, heâs beautiful. itâs shameful thing to think of such a harsh man, but itâs the truth. he almost looks like a painting, with hard set eyes and round lips. youâd expected someone frightening, with harsh features and sharp, cutting proportions befitting of a man with rumors like the ones surrounding him. instead, the man who sits before you seems a prince with a slightly colder gaze. you suppose that his beauty is drowned out by the other rumors surrounding him.
âyou said they could read?â katsuki snaps.
âyes, my lord,â he responds.
katsuki doesnât comment on this, instead, he shifts his gaze to you and harshly barks a question.
âyouâre willing to work?â
what does that matter? you donât have much of a choice.
âyes, my lord.â
âvery good,â katsuki says. âkirishima, see her to her quarters.â
kirishima excuses himself and you bow deeply and do the same. katsukiâs gaze lingers on you for a moment as you bow. it is so intense that you can almost feel the moment he tears it from you and returns to pouring over the papers in front of him. he does not look up again as you shut the door.
katsuki gives the impression that he is made of stone, stubborn and immovable. you imagine that his peers have trouble convincing him of anything and you briefly wonder, judging by the hard look heâd given you, if youâll run into the same trouble.
#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#cal.writing#char.katsuki#MANNNNNN the apothecary diaries got meâŠ#IT GOT ME#anyway i am thinking about katsuki beginning to notice trader whenever she brings him meals#and soon they have smal (tense conversations) that blossom into katsuki inviting reader to sit#and and and and itâs so tense at first but things quickly become somewhat comfortable#and katsuki is surprisingly sensitive and incredibly intellectual#and you surprise him by knowing the basics of strategy games#or by having some knowledge of the classics#and your general intellect and passion (which you concealed from him at first) and and and and romance blossoms#OKAY#tw.power dynamics
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A Lucky Find.
Pure luck, isnât it? (Geto Suguru x fem!sorcerer!Reader)
cw: yandere if you squint. mention of misogyny and inappropriate work place relationships, graphic descriptions of curses and body horror, death by mutilation involving a curse (Not you), mention of religion, only specifics about reader is that sheâs visibly very attractive and may have long hair (no descriptors though, it could be a lace) Suguru is out of his mind. You will not be called a monkey in this one.
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Youâre not a very talkative assistant.
Granted sometimes youâre inclined to wonder if talking wouldâve made so much of a difference to the position youâve been put in, but youâve never been a particularly choosy assistant either. Youâre great at handling quick business, the calls your boss canât be bothered to take - studious in your evening planning and you can quick work a coffee run like nobody's business. â You donât complain about the thin heels they put you in, or the pencil skirts. Mired businessmen with filthy smirks and wondering eyes, or the routine baby talk you get from your degenerate boss. You donât blink an eye at it. - You sit when youâre told to sit and bark when Mr. Minoru decides to hold that pretty little bone over your head.
âYou could use a bonus, huh?â
Today itâs a back rub.
Youâre silent as your nimble fingers start to press little groves in his upper back, impassive when he groans. Mr. Minoru, your boss, is a very rich man. Heâs the successor of a retired tycoon who was once the successor of another and so forth. Heâs an amalgamation of power and fortune and a small legion of nepotism babies that regularly walk in through those mahogany doors just ahead of his desk. An investor, you think. Most conversations he has are about money and the best way to double it; fewer are the ones where heâs actually taking the time out of his schedule to distribute it.
Itâs all elite talk. Big men following big men following a perv who believes heâs god. Long outstretched legs that extend as he relaxes himself in his seat and hopes that the movement is enough to encourage you to start on his shoulders.
You like to think you got this job out of pure luck. Met the right man at the right time and stumbled over the deal of a lifetime all for the small cost of a little bit of your dignity. â Not like it was much of a trade from your part time job busing tables at that high-end restaurant. Being yelled at by bratty celebrities at a fraction of the price and coming home smelling reminiscent of a meat locker. Now youâre standing on the top floor of a penthouse suite. Smelling of expensive perfume that your boss totally didnât break worker/boss relation code for and looking down at the entirety of Tokyo from its bay windows.
Pure luck.
The creature hooked to the upper side of his shoulder unfastens its teeth with a firm graze of your fingers. The steam it emits as it fizzles away is sour.
Mr. Minoru has a pension for starting fights with the wrong people, it seems. With bitter people - scornful people. People who hate him and canât do anything about it, other than wish him harm or hex him in some way. â Worst are the people who donât hate him, who envy him. Step into his office with painted smiles and clenched teeth. Who curse his name the moment they leave and leave you to deal with these little âbugs.â
Your nose twitches as its rotten smell encombers. For a moment your pretty face is twisted up in a scowl.
The massages started from an offhand graze of your fingers during a dinner at your old job. Pretty little waitress bending over him in that little work dress and running your finger down his felted coat. You apologize for your familiarity, someone mustâve spilled something on his jacket. ~ But the weight on his back is gone from just that little touch and now heâs offering you a job. You donât regularly make a habit of helping those youâve already deemed âafflicted.â But the fucker making goo trails on his back at the time was just disgusting enough to hinder your train of thought, and thereâs no way you couldâve gone through your shift without reviling every time you passed his table.
So, now youâre his assistant - and today itâs just a back rub. Thankfully not a request to play with his hair and try not to cringe at the way he shutters from it. A subtle pat on the cheek for his good luck kiss, or a request to sit on his lap while he tells you a story he doesnât care if youâre listening to. Because youâre quiet.
His not talkative, non-fussy, no complaints assistant.
Like always he fills the empty air in place of your silence. âAh. By the way, princess. Weâve got a guest coming around after lunch. A real traditional fella. So, weâll need to be on our best behavior,â
âApparently heâs got some sort of business opportunity for me in exchange for a few investments,â He sighs when your fingers dip a little under his collar. âSays that in his big fuckinâ haori. Probably cost a few thousand bucks,â
Mr. Minoru shifts his shoulders under your firm touches. âTo be completely honest, I donât really know about it aside from the gag of seeing him in person again. Guy has this weird energy about himself that gives me the creeps. â Says heâs avant-garde. â I just think heâs a weird fuckinâ guy.â
âBut,â The exhale he lets out is tempered and whisky tinted, clears out the fresh space in his chest that usually frees up when youâve got your hands on him. âMy old man likes âem. Says heâd be good for my health if I kept him around. At the very least build some sorta relationship with him.â
âToo bad my healthâs in tip-top shape! Eh, doll-baby?â Minoru twists his head to flash you an expensive smile. Faintly defined cheekbones turning rosy when you return it like you know youâre supposed to. âGot my little guru at my side!â
And your simper, although gentle, is forced. Distantly you wonder if youâre the reason these bugs have become so habitual.
ââ-
This man is very ill.
Though he walks in with his head held high and a particular spring in his step, your diagnosis is that he must be terminal. He must be diseased and irremediable. In a constant state of agony and so stricken with unwellness that he canât even think straight. Youâve seen your fair share of âbugsâ and rabid disfigured animals that grow out of their hosts like fungus. Some that trail behind like lost children with broken crackling legs - a stench that only accompanies the open wounds whose maggots reach out so helplessly. Disturbing things. For all of it youâve seen, youâre lucky to say that those cases are few and far in between.
But this,
It has many hands and many faces.
Each accompanied by its own set of teeth. Curling lips that stutter as they rise, etched in lipstick and gum; you find mint leaves hidden in the valley of its tongue, coiling as it softly sings. Watching from afar as it hobbles on its haunches like a drunken man, or of fawn newly grazed. It is steady - and constantly moving. It buzzes like a million bees and yet the man standing next to it is seemingly unaffected.
And so are you.
Your gentility becomes you as you politely bow for the man who youâve so gracefully led to Mr. Minoruâs office. A practiced curtsy is usually enough to get your usual guests commenting under their nose at your bosses taste in assistantâs, but this man is quiet as he walks past you. So above your head that it almost feels like he doesnât even know you exist. And that feeling is⊠off putting to say the least.
You close the door behind him as your boss starts on introductions.
âAh, so youâve met my beautiful assistant!â He reaches out his hand. âMinoru. Nice to meet you.â
The genuinity in the manâs smile fastens his eyes into slits as he steps forward to return the shake. âGeto, likewise.â
âGeto, huh? I heard the old man sent you for an investment proposition. My guess is itâs something⊠traditional?â Minoru gestures toward his garbs.
Heâs somewhat clinical in his attempt to look lighthearted, but the sigh he blows out feels trusting. âSo this isnât selling âcontemporaryâ huh?â
Minoru laughs and the thing beside him whimpers.
Your fingers twitch against your work skirt.
Youâre a distant shadow lingering behind the conversing men as you step to your post on the far side of the office wall, heels clicking quietly when you bend to fix yourself adjacent to Mr. Minoruâs desk. â Youâre not expected to listen much to the conversation, or even understand the matters on which they talk about. Just straighten your back when your boss snaps his fingers and follow obediently when he coos an order.
But even if that werenât the case, youâd say itâd be hard to pay any attention to anything other than whatever the fuck that is hunched beside the man standing just a few feet away. Singing quietly under its breath and repeating the tune like a prayer. Fearful, shaken, pleaful, dread inducing; overlapping in its many mouths. Your fingernails quietly scrape against each other in your attempt to remain neutral but from a keen eye youâre jarred. Disquietingly moving your eyes from the two men still talking adjacent from you and then it again.
Itâs looking at you.
You force down a swallow when Minoru calls your name.
âQuiet thing, isnât she?â Your boss comments amidst the conversation as you approach them. âCould almost forget sheâs here if it werenât for the eyecandy,â
You smile at him like heâs flattering you but itâs muscle memory. âSir?â
âGather up those papers from your desk over there, sweetpea. And hand it to the nice man.â
You almost donât even wanna turn your back on it.
But against your own anxieties you do as you're told. Even with your nerves frayed as they are. You keep your posture as you hastily skirt to your desk and back across the room again. Nimble, slightly shaken fingers lowering to place it in Geto-sanâs hand but he doesnât acknowledge you even when you smile. Vacant eyes. Bored of you already. â- You donât know if you should feel more offended or alarmed. But in your curtsy before backing away you decide to split the difference and go for disturbed.
Avant-garde. This guy just gives you the fuckinâ creeps.
He works in health, apparently. From what youâve gathered in the continuing conversation, heâs a spiritual man who offers health by spiritual means. Itâs not a very groundbreaking admission, especially from a man in traditional garb, but he assures that his practices have long surpassed ground theory and have been proven to guarantee actual results. From refractory diseases, mental illness, visible injury; his methods could completely eradicate the need for traditional medicine and take the health industry by storm.
But money is a long factor, longer in the doubtful and non-spiritual. âNon-worthy.â It sounds pointed the way he slips that in, but your red flags arenât shared with your less than convinced boss.
âSpiritual healing sounds great and all, Geto buddy. But youâre directing services to a pretty biased market.â Minoru crosses one of his legs over the other from his perched position against his desk. âEven with the facts, the moneyâs in objectivity. Youâd get more bang for your buck just saying any Yamada worth his salt can walk in and get rid aâ his sniffles for the right price. - Religion âll just turn people off.â
Geto smiles patiently. âAh, Minoru-san, weâre not religion based. Religion promotes powerlessness. Our services come from practical people.â
You watch as the creature messily swivels on its crooked legs when he invades its space by leaning back a little. âBut to insert certain biases kind of sweetens the deal, doesnât it? People like things that make them feel special. Even the most useless people should wanna prove themselves in some way, right?â
What a crooked way of thinking.
At your quiet displeasure the mass behind Geto wheezes painfully, wincing when you lock eyes with it. Its song pitches and warbles, chops a little like itâs weeping; but even in its effort to resume its discontent is palpable.
You could almost feel acknowledged by it. By its wandering eyes and its tightened misshapen shoulders. Almost as off put as you are from its spot in the middle of the room. The more you look at it, the more it starts to evoke pity. Even in its unsightliness, it looks misplaced and afraid. - Its song breaks like a cry for mercy and the closer you look at it the more recognizable its purpose becomes.
There are knots in its balmy skin so engorged they bleed and tear. Fabric mincing over fictional scabbing and prayer beads hanging out of its gashes. Every twitch it makes reverberates ricey out of rhythm beats akin to maracas and its song, as out of key as it is, is reverential. Powerlessness. Anodyne through faith. You barely find yourself pitying the afflictions of affected people but in the context of this conversation - itâs watering eyes; you feel empathetic toward this thing and by extension Geto-san.
You assume something awful mustâve started that way of thinking.
Should you even stick your neck out for this guy? Youâve dealt with bigger, more violent ones in any case. But this creature seems peaceful. Following faithfully on its hosts haunches as it waits patiently beside him. Youâll have to be fast and unflashy about it, hopefully the stench from that thing wonât make you hurl on impulse. But if not out of mercy, it would be nice to have it out of your line of vision.
Your eyes cross it again. Itâs many eyes well with anguish. You decide that at your next opportunity youâll get rid of it promptly.
As luck would have it Mr. Minoruâs personal phone rings.
Heâs quick in his apologies as he fishes it out of his pocket. Passing a smile to Geto as he quickly bows and makes the few long strides it takes to step out of the door and into the hallway, and a few short snaps in your direction as he points you to the concessionaires reserved for his clients near the door.
Youâre practiced as you dip for the little fridge on your left, carefully sliding out a glassed bottle of water from the door and a plastic bag of sliced apples.
âWould you like a snack while you wait, Geto-san?â
He ignores you.
Through a quietly exasperated sigh does he slide his phone out of his hakama and pointedly decide not to acknowledge your awkward stance at the far end of the room. â You know he ignores you because the silence that otherwise permeates the spaciousness of your boss's suite is momentarily disrupted by the sound of your voice bouncing off the walls; followed again by that frigid silence.
This is the guy youâre trying to help.
Even so, your embarrassment is brushed aside in favor of making your way to the small coffee table between him and the other leather seat parallel to his. Thin pencil skirt riding a little as you take wide steps to the little spot that separates him from the empty seat - and you from the thin sliver of carpet standing between he and the now quivering mass.
You bend to place the treats gingerly beside him.
And when you rise you reach for it.
There are practiced fingers circling around your wrist before you can even touch it.
Your fear is potent enough to turn its broken hums into racking sobs as you freeze in his sudden grip. Firmly clasped onto you as he raises your arm over your head and forces you to jolt back with a stuttered breath. Faint greyed markings on the palm of your hand fade but theyâre caught under his watchful eye, and through your shock you watch his expression switch.
From confusion, to intrigue, to pure excitement.
Your shock teeters on horror as his pupils dilate. âNow, just what were those pretty fingers planning on doing?â
He seems to revel at the sheer bewilderment that colors in your pretty face from where you nervously stare up at him. Doe eyes lit up by headlights, and the radiative heat of suddenly being this close to his predatory gaze. You stammer. âWh-? Y-You know itâs-â
âBrought it with me, didnât I?â He speaks lowly as he circles his thumb over your wrist. âCanât say I donât appreciate your concern though, sweetheart.â
You shrink. The absurdity of intentionally carrying a burden like this is as mind boggling as it is chilling. Dread inducing, even. With the kind of bad juju that thing emits thereâs no other reason to purposefully let it fester beside you than for motives deeply depraved. Deeply disturbed. The way the air around him murkens and electrifies, and a glint in his eye that makes you feel like prey. â Heâs looking at you like youâre dinner right now. And something about that feels trillions of times more frightening than any typical rubbernecking.
After being treated like a ghost by this man this whole time. Now heâs looking at you like youâre a slab of meat spread out for him. Succulent and tenderized, pliant under his fingers. Your soft eyes are rigid with fear as his other hand reaches for you blithely, larger fingers dipping in your loose hair and scooping it gently forward. You glance at it from the corner of your eye.
Smoke curls around his palm.
You suppress with a quiet intake of breath.
Geto-sanâs cheeks pinken as he gleefully smiles, emboldened by a genuine tinge of ardor. You do your best not to flinch but itâs futile, his chilled fingers consolingly caress your face as he tuts; and gazes at you like heâs committing you to memory.
âBe patient for me, yeah? Iâll be done in a minute.â
You canât even begin to guess what that means.
But before you can inquire heâs shushing you with a finger up to his lips. Playfully shooing you away as Mr. Minoruâs footsteps patter closer, and you clumsily re-fit yourself into your professional mask.
âSorry âbout that, pal. Forgot about another meeting I was supposed to attend a little earlier,â He pockets his phone. âNo oneâs fault.â
He leans against the cliff of his desk where Geto-sanâs planted himself again. Minoru glances at the unopened bag of apple slices. âAh, _____, baby. You were supposed to hand him the good stuff.â
âIâm so sorry, sir.â
âNo worries.â Geto laughs airily. âHow could anything look nearly as appetizing when youâve got an assistant like that walking around?â
Your ears burn as Mr. Minoru snorts in kind. âYeah, fair enough,â
He rolls up his sleeves. âAâright, princess. How bout you hop on over to my lounge and break open the good brandy for my guest and I. Bring us the crystal set. Can you do that?â
â-
The decanter in your hand falls with a dull thump.
Thereâs no⊠logical explanation for what youâre looking at right now â Who youâre looking at right now. In any other circumstance deep purples would be expected. Blotched boysenberries and flossy reds, dotted with strained blues. Youâd expect tearing - bleeding, audible ginger snaps of tendons and extended bone. A scream even, no matter how silent; all are logically expected. Death is logically expected.
But seeing your boss stretched out like leather, not a full five minutes after leaving him alone with this man, is not.
Your eyes frantically skirt over your boss's heaving corpse from your exposed position at his closing entrance. Watching in repulsed terror as his skin tears and bruises, familiar prayer beads falling out of his flesh like stuffing. - His eyes are rolled agonizingly into the back of his head, mouth opened in a scream. His blood sizzles against the maple of his desk and you can do little but stare in horror.
You flinch as the mainline on his desk starts to go off but youâre no sooner cringing at the way his arm breaks just to reach for it. Bloody fingers pushing the receiver, and cheeks tearing just to respond.
His unchanged voice somehow makes it all the more horrifying. âHi, Souza. Thanks for getting back to me,â
âYeah, do me a favor,â You back into the door. âRoute about ten million to Geto-sanâs organization under investment. And be a dear and sign the invoice for me, would ya?â
Youâre gonna be sick.
âSo, youâre out of a job now, huh?â You nearly yelp.
Geto-sanâs standing just over you. âIâve got a pretty similar position opened up,â He says casually. ââWanna work for me?â
You can barely push out a word. Which, kind man that he is, helps you out by deciding for you. âAh, Great! I can break you in on Sunday. Hereâs my card.â
He smiles kindly as you hesitantly pluck the laminated card from his fingers. Looking at you under mirthful eyes that chill more than they comfort.
âIf youâre worried about pay, I can give you double of whatever that monkey gave you. Maybe a little extra if youâre as good as he says you are.â
But before you can recoil at the thought of being stuck under the same kind of boss, with the extra caveat of being a psychopath; he adds with a hint of challenge. âThat is, if you can get rid of our friend for us.â
You follow his glance to the creature wearing your boss like a hand puppet.
Do you even have a choice?
Geto-san watches with a keen eye as you warily approach the blinking, bleeding corpse behind your late bossâs desk. Heels clicking slowly against his wooden floors, skin prickling at the thought of even getting close to this thing let alone touch it. Thereâs a smell that you notice as you move closer. A rotten, discrepant smell that pushes as much as it pulls. Aging, airless skin, barreling toward cell death; only marginally slowed by the alkaline smell of embalming fluid. Too old. Too sour.
But thereâs something about it that almost â Hypnotizes. Evokes a kind of nostalgia that almost completely disarms you. Church pews and goatskin, leather hardbacks under frilly gloves; and those damn prayer beads. You can almost hear your grandmotherâs voice. The minty sweet taste of stale candies tinted by the perfume in her purse. ~ Watching worship but not understanding it. A contact high of conviction. Your bossâs blood spills and it means something sacred, something reverent. And the closer you get, the more that sacrifice feels for the better.
You flicker a glance in Geto-sanâs direction. This guy had this shit on standby?
Itâs clammy when your fingers finally graze its skin. Sweaty and twitching, like every touch is a pinched nerve; like every stroke stimulates. Thereâs movement under the first layer, a hissing under the second. Itâs mania seeps off of it in droves and the more you linger on it, the more your stomach twists.
You draw back your hand and rub over the difference in texture.
The room is temporarily endowed with smoke at the snap of your fingers.
Theyâre both gone when the vapor quickly dissipates, blood formerly staining expensive maple now replaced with its originally polished shine. As well as his chair, his area rug, and any other evidence that could connote what truly horrific fate the man in question had suffered in this very room.
Which is enough to send Geto-san into an ecstatic flurry of applause. âH-Holy shit. Where have you been all my life?â
Heâs more focused on the way the weight in your lips shift rather than that being because of a frown. Regardless, youâre still a picture despite it. âYouâre gonna fit nicely. â My address is on the card. Come by nine? Iâll have breakfast ready by then.â
He turns with a relaxed lilt toward the exit. âYou and I are gonna have a lot of fun.â
The door clicks as the lock disengages.
âDonât make me come looking for you.â
reblogs are appreciated <3
#geto x reader#soon as he saw you were a sorcerer u started lookin fine as hell ngl#âoh so they make em like that now?? sheeetâ#how much you wanna bet that âpure excitementâ was dead just him realizing how pretty you are at once#things started making sense WAY too quickly. you were coming with him REGARDLESS#geto suguru#jjk geto#getou suguru x reader#jujutsu geto#geto x y/n#jjk x reader#jjk fanfic#jjk x y/n#jjk imagines#jjk#jjk anime#jujustu kaisen#yandere jjk#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere geto#fem reader#yandere geto suguru#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#jujutsu kaisen imagines
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assorted weredoc doodles for @bttfjanaury! seeing as iâm the one who submitted it i might as well do it also hahaha.
bonus weremarty (au of au lmao):
#back to the future#bttf#bttf fanart#marty mcfly#doc brown#emmett brown#kit does an art#weredoc au#i wanted to update the comic itself for the day but it was like 5 days before and there was no way it was happening LMAO#so you get collection of doodles instead!#doc picking up marty like a pup was bc rose-of-pollux mentioned it so everyone say ty rose!#really i just like drawing marty getting carried around so this was very fun#weredoc in Full Dog Mode isnât too bad either but when we throw in his giant meaty hands we start having problems#do his appendages change size depending on the pose? yes#does this annoy me? also yes#am i going to fix this? definitely not#it is what it is. alas.#regarding weremarty something something teen wolf something idk#i have no clue what breed weremarty is but i think itâs really funny heâs exactly the same height (possibly even smaller) compared to doc#who doubled in height and size basically#weremarty au would have significantly more complications very quickly since unlike doc marty actually has a social life and family that#he lives with. so weredoc au doc and marty should consider themselves lucky!#hmmmthe quality is a little shittier than usual. will fix soon
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uH OH...
This was actually the last moon I started pre-hiatus. I only finished it after hah
anyway ft. my irl dog!
Moon 47 - Moon 48.2
#ec moon#gonna be fr I'm very quickly closing in on the end of my backlog oOPS#school has been frying me fr#I'll have to try and build it up again soon#I think I have another month and a half of moons though...#clangen#clan gen#warrior cats#wc oc#warriors#clan generator#warrior cats oc#echoclan#echo clan
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Favourite pre-timeskip Sanji moments
These are a few of my favourite pre ts sanji moments
(1) Baratie arc when sanji served fresh food for don krieg despite everyone telling him that krieg was notorious for betraying people. Sanji still served the food because of his value of "feeding the hungry no matter what"
(2) Sweet sanji preparing bentos for Luffy vivi and a special drink for Vivi's duck karoo so they can go explore the little garden island. Also packing and tying the lunches for the kids (luffy and karoo) by himself
(3) water 7 Sanji following his principle of "never waste food" while fighting CP7's ramen guy wanze (who had a full ramen armour and sanji cut his armour up and served the ramens all in different plates around the kitchen)
(4) thriller bark Sanji holding an unconscious nami up so she won't get injured while he takes all the hits from Absalom He's not just a simp, he genuinely cares for nami
(5) water 7 Sanji smoking a cigarette while spying and finding out sensitive government information
(6) Post enies lobby filler sanji crying throwing up stressing over finding out the right spices of a fried rice. He is a true chef at heart and has so much love for his craft
(7) post skypiea filler G-8 arc sanji when someone says he is better than all of the navy chefs and sanji cutely offers to give his recipes to them. He is so cute kind and humble
(8) sabaody sanji kicking the Celestial dragon knowing what'll happen and not giving a fuck anyway
(9) skypiea sanji being all big smiles and happy while showing conis the bento he has arranged for her and telling them how arranging food is an art (look at the little winged angel he put there as a representation for conis who has wings)
(10) Sanji leaving a message for nami in water 7, even in the dire situation they were in (usopp left, robin was abducted, they were all accused of murder) sanji being his usual cute loser self
#honestly scratch this. every sanji moment is my favorite moment#these are the moments that arent as big or as talked about as ie. thriller bark or enies lobby sanji#it's about time we all come together to acknowledge and appreciate how charming perfect beautiful sanji is#i love sanji so much and it was hard choosing just 10. I'll soon start making favourite sanji moments thread for individual arcs#anyway lol#black leg sanji#one piece sanji#vinsmoke sanji#kuroashi no sanji#sanji#one piece#im currently watching Dressrosa and can yall tell i miss sanji so much#i miss him so much that i put everything on hold to finish Dressrosa and zou quickly so i can finally see him again#everyone: honey hes an anime character he's just one click away#me : *soft thump of my forehad against the window sill* when will my husband be back from the war#sanji moments
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