#therapy is for losers haha-

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Loui is forced to go to ~therapy~. It doesn’t go too well…. Sorta-

CDC: Alright Louisiana, t-today will be your first d-day of therapy and my first day as y-your therapist :D *thinks that this is gonna be somewhat normal*

Loui: Um… bye b*tch- *tries to escape but fails miserably cuz Gov/DC just snatched him up in his arms and tossed him into his seat*

Gov/DC, not in the mood for this bs: Don’t try that sh*t. You need therapy, you’re getting therapy.

Loui: Mai sha- I told you I’m fine!

Gov/DC: I know and that is the biggest piece of bs I’ve ever heard. Would you like me to name the things that are possibly if not are actually wrong with you?

Loui: *I’ve never heard silence quite this loud*

Gov/DC: Exactly.

CDC: Well that happened… Anyway, I’ll start out with simple question s-since it’s o-our first day. What would you say your m-mood is on a daily basis? And I don’t m-mean the mood or emotions that you may or may not put up to hide w-whatever you feel inside. I would l-like you to be honest with me, you can take as long as you need.

Loui: *death glare*

CDC: U-uhh…. *looks to Gov for help*

Gov: *sigh* Listen Lou… can you pls be a bit more cooperative right now?

Loui: Fine…

Gov: Thank you. Carry on. *leaves*

CDC: Alright. Do you have an answer to my question?

Loui: *under his breath* Just hit me with a car already…

CDC: What w-was that?

Loui: I said just hit me with a car already.

CDC: W-why…. Anyways, have you had anything bad or emotionally damaging happen to you recently and if so how recently?

Loui: I mean… my ex bf just cheated on me a couple days ago with some basic blonde b*stard of a man after he somehow got me to start dating him again after 3 years of verbal-sometimes-physical abuse and non-consensual touching and sh*t….

CDC: *in shock* Oh bud… That’s terrible… I’m so sorry…

Loui: It’s fine, it’s not that big a deal, other people have it worse.

CDC: What’re y-you talking about?! Ofc it’s a big deal!! What he did is not ok! And j-just because other people may h-have it worse doesn’t m-make your problems any less valid. How many times has this happened to you?

Loui: At least 4.

CDC: Jesus Christ….

Loui: Honestly maybe if I fell in love with ~ANXIETY~, it will ALSO leave me :D

CDC: I can’t handle this sh*t right now….

Loui: Just remember, if you can’t handle me at my worst…, I handle me at my worst EVERYDAY! WHICH MAKES ME STRONGER THAN YOU-

CDC: I can’t do this t-today….

Loui: Oh my gosh a spider!! *pulls out gun that Texas gave him (big mistake btw-)*

CDC: WAIT LOU-! It is a living thing! Treat it the way you want to be treated!

Loui: *points gun at spider* Killed without hesitation!-

CDC: LOUI- *tackles the poor thing and manhandles him to the ground so he can take the gun*

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CDC: *walks out with Louisiana behind him*

Gov: So…. How’d it go…?

CDC: *sigh* Long story short…, this kid’s g-going to need more professional h-help-

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[scalpelsister]

what if i lost the will to live like. as a joke. what then.

[the-one-that-weeps]

also do u have any ideas for our kizuna rank perhaps :o /nf i just think it would be silly and youre very creative !!

Clueless as to everything else but this seems just about right.

I think at least one of them would be something about anxiety¿ Because I keep remembering that one post you made that went

And I go yeah... Yeah you get it. Also you were the one (1) person that appeared in all my vents a while back. I'm not forgetting that anytime soon.

[bytedykes]

like yeah yeah atticwifing and stalking and putting blood in his food but. what about bingge falling in love with shen yuan's rice cooker. and vacuum cleaner. and dish washer. having these things (and also the love of a weird nerd millennial) would fix him. this is how bingge can still WIN!

bingyuan (binggeyuan? what's the shipname) has been growing on me lately i think its so funny. i dont really care about the angst and the atticwifing that a lot of people seem to be into (just not my thing) i just think bingge getting domesticated is so good. what if u were a big bad demon lord and then some guy showed kindness to you and it threw you so hard you divorced all your wives and started begging him to let you do his dishes

[kaiju-krew]

So I know this is like, a month late (forgot to ask when you posted the pic lol), but what's up with Labra? He got like a backstory, lore, or something like that? I'm curious and wanna know more abt him.

drew him again :3c

UHMMM yes i am lore building for him........ i haven't decided everything yet but i know i want him to be a distant cousin species of goji's. everyone's fangoji lore is different but i def imagine him as a part of my personal monsterverse au rather than existing in his own world with no friends haha loser

putting a cut here so i dont spam people's feeds lmao

likeeee for comparison it's probably similar to Crocodylia encompassing crocodiles, alligators, and gharials?? labra is in a similar niche to zilla for me. goji is the largest/apex species of the gojiran order, whereas zilla & labra are smaller and occupy a different niche. Big bruiser lion vs. carcal or lynx type thing.

my hc is that the vast majority of labra's species (pre-mutation art is what they looked like) was wiped out when ghido got into hollow earth. which is also the same time he wiped out most of the divine moths and a couple other species :''(

it ended with ghido iced but it fucked up the hollow earth ecosystem for a while and led to a lot more radiation leakage since he tore the place up real bad. labra was Almost Dead and ended up hibernating to recover by a radiation vent, but he'd laid down in feldspar vein that kinda grew to cover him and turned to labradorite and idk magic radiation nonsense it fused with him and caused him to grow/mutate.

the ghido massacre also caused battra to hibernate/mutate too so it's a Big Event in my silly au world. most of the kaiju that are clearly a result of mutation fuckery (biollante, kessho too) may be related to it as well but i haven't fully fleshed it out yet. it would mostly be based around goji's hyper-regeneration doing the thing where like.. if a big enough chunk of him gets lobbed off and has access to energy it mutates and tries to regenerate and causes a fucked up clone siblings thing idk omg ok i'm in tangent city good god sorry i was supposed to be talking about my gay son

ANYWAYSSSSSS for more general hc/character stuff: >labra is genuinely terrified of ghido and even gets freaked out when he hears wing beats without warning. (mosu beats rodan's ass bcuz he divebombs labra for fun sometimes) >he lives on monster island and ventures down to hollow earth sometimes, but he won't return to his old home because it just reminds him everyone else of his species is gone. (he isn't even his own species anymore bcuz of the mutation. so they're basically extinct.) >he loves swimming and sometimes just lays in the shallows to absorb sunlight. stretches out like a lazy ass cat. cat boy behaviour >he's loyal to goji and doesn't start shit with humans unless they attack first. even then he does his best to steer clear. >mothra likes his dorsal plates and talks with him sometimes (Moth Therapy) they can bond over ghido hating it's a good time >he has a mutually bitch-bother dynamic with rodan where rodan bothers the shit outta him until he manages to grab that turkey and idk sits on him or something. but if rodan really pisses him off he doesn't mind actually throwing hands because he knows goji won't care if he puts the bird in it's place. >he also likes angy, zilla, and bio a lot too.

there's more but i'll stop there for nowwwww

tldr: big gay lizard is traumatized but doing ok ig

[rhaenzokla]

Meet-Cute

Yuuji and Megumi x Reader (separately)

Summary: How you first meet them!

CW: yuuji is nervous so Nobara helps!, Gojo makes reader a bit uncomfortable in Megumi’s! (Can do a pt2 if anyone wants)

Yuuji Itadori

Yuuji had been pulled into the mall, along side Megumi by Nobara.

“This place is so big! I sure you two can find something to buy. You two losers don’t know the benefits of retail therapy and it shows!” She jabs them in their sides as she makes a b-line for Pink.

Megumi grumbles under his breath as he starts making his way downstairs, most likely trying to find anywhere they wouldn’t end up. Hoping for some peace and quiet.

Yuuji follows Nobara in, not paying attention to the other side of the store, Victoria Secret.

His eyes go wide and his face heats up as he walks behind Nobara, trying to find anywhere to look that he wouldn’t feel like a perv anymore.

“Kugisaki! Why did you drag me in here with all of this stuff?” He whisper yells, to which she chuckles.

“I dragged you in the mall, but I did not make you come in here.” She hold up a blue lacy set and a red satin set. “Which do you think would look better?” She asked Yuuji, very much teasing the blushing boy.

Their conversation gets interrupted when a worker makes her way into the conversation. “With your complexion, I’d go with the blue if you’re set on one of those two. If not, I’d recommend one of our purple sets.” You say with a smile, just wanting to help.

Kugisaki listens and takes your advice, looking over the purple collection while Yuuji stands in place, staring without meaning to.

“Is your boyfriend okay? He looks like he saw a ghost.” You ask the kind girl and she scoffs. “Him? Me? You’re kidding, right? Not in a million years! Haha!” You’re taken slightly aback by her statement.

Okay, if they’re not together, but why the immediate disgust? You couldn’t lie, he was cute. With his bubblegum hair and his rosy cheeks that seemed to be accentuated with symmetrical scars under his eyes.

“Oh, sorry for the confusion! I just assumed since most of the time it’s the boyfriends coming in with girlfriends. Especially since you asked for his advice.” You chuckle and blush yourself this time, rubbing the back of your neck.

“We’re just friends. He’s a bit overwhelmed so I was just teasing him to get him to calm down. I think I’ll grab this one! Thank you for your help.” She smiles.

“That’s no problem. If you’ll follow me, I can get you ringed up myself!” You start towards the register but pause as you realise the two stopped following you and started talking.

You can’t hear what they’re saying but you can tell that she’s trying to convince her friend of something and he’s not so sure. A few moment later and they’re both at your register.

“That’ll be $47.98.” You say with a smile. She pulls out her wallet with a small piece of paper and writes something down. Handing you her card and the paper.

You ring her up as you’ll see what else you’ve been handed when you have free time. “He was too embarrassed to give it to you himself. Have a good day!”

You chuckle and look over at the young man next to her. “That’s my line, but you too! Hope to see you again!” They walk out and only then do you sneak a peak at the paper.

The not-so-boyfriend’s number

XXX-XXX-XXXX

Oh, you’re definitely texting him when you get off.

Megumi Fushiguro

Gojo had busted into Megumi’s room that morning to ask (beg) for him to go with him to go shopping for the other teachers at JJT.

Megumi declined his offer but decided it would be easier to just go with him than to listen to him whine about it all day, or worse, all week.

So here they are, pulling into the parking lot of the closest Bath and Body Works. “They have a massive sale right now! We can knock out all the women now!”

Megumi rolls his eyes at his mentor as he makes his way in. A warm “welcome in” travels to his ears as he enters. Combinations of the smells is a bit overwhelming for Megumi at first.

He starts looking around for his mentor as he realised he no longer behind him like he anticipated. Megumi finds him speaking with a young woman wearing an apron.

“What would you recommend for adult women?” Gojo asks the employee as Megumi walks up behind him. He reads your name tags before looking up at your face.

His cheeks run hot for a moment, heart beating just a bit quicker.

What is this?

“That depends on if you’re looking for something more floral, sugary, or fresh! My personal favourite, that I’m wearing now is Rose. It was discontinued a few months back but it’s now part of our limited time spring collection!” You give the white haired man a warm smile before looking behind him. “Do you need some help too, sir?”

He steamers for a moment. “N-no. Just looking with him.” He hums and rubs the back of his neck.

You nod and start leading them to the scents you’d recommend for each scent type.

“So uh… you have a boyfriend?” The white haired man asked, taking you aback.

“Uhm… no. No I don’t. Why do you ask?” You look to him cautiously.

“Oh c’mon, can’t you see that made her uncomfortable, Gojo? Leave her be. Why do you need to know her love life anyways?” Megumi asked, defending you when he saw the uncomfortableness in your eyes.

“It’s okay. Thank you,” you leave the end open for him to give you his name.

“Fushiguro” he curls his lips slightly and looks down to the floor.

“Fush-“ you’re cut off by the man named Gojo.

“Megumi here is also single, and I was just thinking maybe you could exchange number or something. He could use some more friends.”

Megumis face turns beat red and he starts to say something when you chuckle loudly.

“Sorry! It’s just that I don’t have many friends either. I’d love to exchange numbers if you’re up for it. I work a lot so we might not be able to meet up a lot, but I’m the friend you share your life story with anyway-“ you chuckle as you print a blank receipt, writing your number down.

“I get off at 7 tonight, by the way.” You smile and send them on their way to check out, smiling once again as they go to leave, giving him one final “have a good evening” as they leave.

©️RhaenZokla

Hope you enjoyed!

Thank you for reading!

[swarple]

BOOK OF BILL SPOILERS

Thoughts on the ending (nobody cares but I’ll share ‘em anyway! No one can stop me!):

When I got to the bit that was the Pines family laughing at Bill and whatnot, I at first was a little disappointed. I thought that was the ending and while they’re not wrong— Bill is a con artist and con artists tend to hype themselves up waaaay more than they deserve— Bill is also a pretty formidable enemy. And he’s a great character, and it felt almost like the book was saying not to care about him in any form or fashion. There’s a reason everyone was excited to read this book: Bill is a great villain. And I almost felt like the book was telling me “No he’s not, just forget about him. He sucks, haha.” That probably wasn’t the intention but for whatever reason it felt like that to me. Anticlimactic.

But then we got our big plot twist with the Axolotl, and not only is it HILARIOUS that it referred him to mandatory therapy for an indefinite period of time, it felt like a great balance between “Bill is a loser” and “Bill is an interesting character and it makes sense that you’re invested in him.” The book’s not cursed. Bill’s not as scary as he’s trying to make himself out to be. He’s selling himself as more than he actually is. BUT. He is trying to get you to break him out of mandatory therapy and insists that he doesn’t need help when he clearly does, and the folks at the Theraprism seem to genuinely believe he can change. I’m not sure that I believe it, but I guess if there are people willing to give him a chance, they don’t seem gullible enough to fall for his tricks so there’s nothing wrong with it. It ends up making his character even more interesting as he gets mad at you and asks “Is this what you really wanted,” etc. It was an ending that hilariously put him in his place while not denying him his status as a neat character with an interesting story.

Best of luck to those at the Theraprism. Not sure they’re gonna get through to this patient but hey, they have an eternity. Literally.

[starlightrosa]

Husk's Manicure

With thanks and full credit to @kitselfindulgencefluff for this wonderful idea in a discord server we're both in! I just had to write this, tis too cute!

Pairing: Husk/Angel Dust - or Huskerdust as we know them <3

Summary: Husk allows Angel to do his nails. Husk, however, was not counting on it to tickle so much. But fret not, for our cat pays it back in kind.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Tickling, lotsa teasing, swearing, romantic Huskerdust, much fluff ahead, tons of cute fluffy pet names they both use, non-English words (in italics, translation list at the bottom haha)

Enjoy!

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“Huskie?”

“Yeah, my dove?” Husk asked, looking from the book he was happily reading, as he looked to his beautiful boyfriend Angel Dust, curled happily on top of him as the two enjoyed each other’s company. From losers to lovers. Husk loved Angel dearly, and he could tell Angel felt the same.

“Can I do your nails? Give my favourite kitty a manicure? Pleeeeease? Pretty pleeeease?” Angel begged.

“I ain’t your damn mannequin.” Husk grumbled in an effort to regain some of his usual grumpy demeanour from this soft scene between the two, though the effect was lost both from the soft voice and the little smile to Angel. He jokingly put his book back up to his face, enjoying the whimper from Angel as his book was lowered back down by one of the spider sinner’s many hands, and he was faced with the biggest puppy eyes (spider eyes?) he’d ever seen.

“Pleaseeee, Huskie! Ya know I love ya, so much.” Angel tried again. Husk chuckled and softly kissed the top of Angel’s head. Damn it, this spider was turning him soft. But how could he ever say no to someone like Angel? The short answer to that question was the fact that it was impossible to ever refuse Angel Dust, because Angel deserved the world. To Husk, Angel was his world.

“For you, mi corazon. For you, I’ll sit through it, because you are my beautiful spider. Just don’t put any pink glittery shit on me. I don’t look good in glitter.” Husk joked.

Angel had a wide grin as he cuddled deeper into Husk’s warm fur. “You’re still beautiful enough for me, Huskie~!”

Husk chuckled, his wings curling around Angel’s body in a protective manner, their hearts beating softly in time with one another. “Oh shut up, you sap.”

“Make me, cutie.” Angel shot back with a wink, his tone sickeningly adoring. “Can I do your nails yet?” the alluring spider asked.

Husk sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. But no pink glittery shit, you hear me?”

Angel grinned and gently pushed himself off of Husk.

“Got it, babe. I’ll be right back!” he said, running upstairs to his hotel room to go fetch what he needed. His therapy pig, Fat Nuggets was dozing gently in his little pet bed as Angel grabbed his tools of choice. Nail files, hand moisturiser, nail clippers, a buffer, a clear base and top coating for the actual nail painting bit and some cleansing wipes in case Angel made a mistake and needed to quickly correct it.

Angel hurried down the grandeur stairs to the lobby and hurried back into the room, his heeled boots clicking softly. Husk was there waiting, his claws on display. A bit overgrown and a bit dulled, no doubt from lack of care. But Angel would have them looking gorgeous in no time.

Angel knelt down on the floor and took Husk’s left hand, immediately starting to remove the cuticles and buffing each claw carefully. His slender fingers grazed over Husk’s paw pads. Normally, Angel wouldn’t have even noticed, but the choked down giggle and barely repressed squirming from Husk made Angel’s focus break.

“Pfft- Huskie, what was that noise?”

“Shut it, Legs. You know what you’re doin’…” Husk responded grumpily, trying to gently tug his hand out of Angel’s grip. But the spider sinner turned his palms up, letting Angel see the paw pads and the toe beans on both of Husk’s hands.

“Oh my fucking God…” Angel murmured, looking to Husk like he was a precious treasure. “You have fuckin’ BEANS!”

“T-They’re my paw pads, not beans!” Husk tried to explain, but Angel squealed loudly in sheer cuteness overload. His boyfriend just kept on surprising him every damn day, and Angel grinned. A whole new part of his Husk to love, right along with the rest of him.

Now that Angel knew Husk had ticklish little paw pads, he tried his best to continue on with the nail treatment, enjoying Husk’s laughter. Angel didn’t think he’d ever seen Husk so… content, and the domestic scene was sweeter than sugar.

“So this is why ya never let me hold ya hand out in public~! Your little paw pads are so ticklish, ya can’t even handle me holdin’ your hand. That’s adorable, Huskie!” Angel teased, his fuzzy fingers sweeping gently over Husk’s palms.

“Hah, fuck! Angel, thahahat fuckin’ tihihickles! Ya prihihick, cut that ohohout!” Husk demanded, the annoyed effect he wanted completely diminished by the honey-sweet giggles that left the grumpy cat’s lips.

“Ohh, this tickles? Damn, I wonder what’d happen if I just, y’know, did this.”

Before Husk could protest, Angel pressed his lips to the paw pad and blew a gentle raspberry. And I shall throw my hat down and say with the utmost sincerity to you, dear reader, that Husk fucking snorted.

“HAHAHA, JEHEHESUS! FUHUHUCKIN’ STAHAHAP! AHAHAHANGEL, I CAN’T-!” Husk wailed, his tail whacking against the armrest of the sofa where he sat, another loud snort leaving him as Angel simply did the same thing to the other hand this time. And when Angel pulled away, the spider sinner snickered before he fell into laughter himself.

“Hahaha, dihihid you fuckin’ SNORT? You sure you’re a cat, Huskie? Maybe you’re a piggy on Old McDonald’s farm. With a snort-snort here, and a snort-snort there and all.” Angel teased, an almost evil smile on his face.

“E-I-E-I-Oh, go fuck yourself.” Husk joked right back, laughing along with his boyfriend, both from his own response to Angel’s quip as well as the tickling happening on his paw pads. He did not remember his hands ever being this ticklish while he was alive.

Eventually after what felt like literal centuries but was probably only a couple hours, Angel managed to buff Husk’s nails into a better state, and filed the overgrowth away, leaving his nails much more catlike and slender.

Angel pulled away at last, and Husk flexed his new nails. Damn, they were near unrecognisable. They looked… good.

“Do ya like ‘em?” Angel asked. Husk found himself smiling.

“You did great, my dove.” Husk murmured, before he got quite a fun idea. He slowly let his mouth tick upwards into a cheeky grin, looking at Angel.

“U-Uh? Huskie? Why are ya lookin’ at me like that? Unless ya, heh, see somethin’ ya like~?” Angel asked, trying to tease Husk a little more.

“Oh, there’s a lot I like seein’ when it comes to you, little dove. But I think my claws would just looooove to meet those cute little sides of yours.” Husk crooned, his aforementioned claws wriggling slightly.

Angel gulped. Uh oh. He got up and started to back away from Husk, but the cat was quicker and simply tugged Angel back sharply. Angel stumbled over his fashionable boots and Husk caught him, one hand gently guiding the alluring arachnid to the floor, as Husk straddled his waist and smirked.

“H-Huskie, plehehease! Dohohon’t!” Angel begged, already seeing those nails. Oh Christ, that was gonna be crazy ticklish if Husk got his hands on him.

“Aw, why not? My claws just wanna meet the person who took care of them so well~ don’t be shy, little dove. Come say hi to them. There’s only ten of them to say hi to!” Husk responded.

“Ooh, look at this. My claws are sooo close to saying hi! They’re just dyin’ to meet ya, Angel. Just sooooo close to those little sides, and hips. Can’t wait to tickle ‘em all I want, and have ya giggling like the lil cutie you are~!”

Angel whined through his laughter bubbling past his lips. “F-Fuck… Huskie, plehehease! Gehehet it ohohover wihihihith!” Angel begged.

“Your wish is my command, you adorable little arachnid.” Husk crooned, before his claws met Angel’s sides, the tickling finally starting, which was both a blessing and a curse for the poor ticklish spider. Being left in anticipation for so long, Angel had no damn chance to ever resist. He fell apart instantly.

“NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!” Angel cackled, squirming for all he was worth. Husk snickered at the over-the-top reaction.

“Goddamn, you get more ticklish here or somethin’?” Husk asked, his claws not letting up even once.

“STAHAHAHAP!”

“Stop? Oh hell no, I’ve just gotten started. Tickle, tickle, bellissimo ragno!” Husk cooed, still tickling his sides happily.

Angel’s blush brightened at the Italian words rolling off his lover’s tongue, and Angel responded in kind.

“F-FaHAHAHAHA! F-Fa il solletico, Husk! Per favore! Abbi pietà!” Angel begged, laughter overtaking him as his legs kicked out behind Husk. Husk’s ears twitched as he heard Angel out and snickered.

“Mercy? You want mercy, eh? Is my sweet spider too ticklish? Is he?” Husk enquired, those damn ticklish claws not once letting up. Angel would have lasted much longer… if it were not for the fact that Husk’s claws were scratching gently at his hips, and it basically drove the poor spider over the edge.

“Yes! Yes! I’m too ticklish! Please, Huskie! Enough! I give up!” Angel babbled, his laughter going silent as he went limp.

Husk slowed his claws, settling for just tapping them gently on the spider’s hips, allowing Angel to take a breather. Angel gasped and slumped against Husk, the back of his hand pressing against his mouth to muffle the leftover giggles he still had.

Husk ran his claws through Angel’s hair. Angel sighed and laid in Husk’s lap, enjoying the feeling of Husk fussing with his luscious white and pink locks.

“Feels so nice, Huskie.” Angel murmured, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Yeah, I know. Go to sleep, little dove. I’m not goin’ anywhere.” Husk murmured, still raking his soft hands through his beloved’s hair.

“G’night, Huskie…” Angel whispered, feeling his eyes close.

“Goodnight, Angel. Ti amo, bellissimo ragno.” Husk murmured. Angel couldn’t help but smile, mumbling the last word as he fell asleep in Husk’s arms.

“Anch'io ti amo, Huskie...”

Husk smiled. Maybe this was what happiness looked like.

The End!

(TRANSLATION LIST HERE)

Mi corazon - my heart (Spanish)

bellissimo ragno - beautiful spider. (Italian)

Fa il solletico, Husk! Per favore! Abbi pietà - It tickles, Husk! Please! Have mercy! (Italian)

Anch'io ti amo - I love you too. (Italian)

[gojo-enthusiast]

I read your husband toji series😖 wishing she left that loser but i love the way you wrote it

Do you think you could maybe do little drabble of what would happen if she left and completely cut contact🙏🙏🙏

Ahhhh I know, but we love a changing Toji😭 but of course I would love to do so! Enjoy❤️

My Husband Toji Zenin — Toji Fushiguro Series

Mlist <3

*just a Drabble, doesn’t go with story!

Even though you forgave your husband, you couldn’t trust him. No amount of therapy, and talking could make you understand why he did what he did, you were young, and just was ready to restart your life.

You got your own apartment, and started working at a law firm doing admin work. You started making new friends, and even rekindling friendships you lost due to your marriage. Believe it or not, your friends never liked Toji.

“Hey Y/n, this is my friend Choso! He’s new to town!” Your friend Shoko tells you. It had been a year since the divorce, changing your number, and blocking Toji. He always found a way to contact you, but you never picked up. The calls went from everyday hour, to every day, to every week, to once a month, to nothing. He tried, and nothing could convince you to pick up. You knew he would only convince you to come back. You knew how sorry he was, you knew he loved you, but he didn’t love you enough to be true to you. “Hey Choso, I’m y/n, welcome to town haha!” You smiled brightly. You hadn’t dated at all, just meeting friends and living your single life.

Weeks went by and you and Choso started talking, you started to feel love again, and maybe, just maybe you could feel alive again. “I really like you, you’re funny, fucking smart, gorgeous, and you have about the kindest smile. I’d really like to be more than just friends.” Choso smiled, you both were on your 5th date. “Choso, I really like you too. I know Shoko told you about my divorce, I’m a guarded, but you have been able to knock down those walls.” You smiled, grasping his hand. At that moment the man you never wanted to see again, was walking into the restaurant, with some twinky, and he you caught his eye. You smiled lightly at your ex husband, and looking back at Choso, you were finally at peace. Seeing your ex husband with yet another one of those woman he promised to never mess with again, just signified that you made the right decision on leaving.

“Let’s go get some ice cream.” Choso smiled, walking beside you, with his hands laced with yours.

[ghouldtime]

I didn't mean that he's crazy or toxic or anything. And that's why I said I wasn't sure possessive was the word i was looking for. I have trouble with phrasing. Nor did I mean that reader is small and weak? Or that he has to be with them every second of every day or gets upset if they don't include him in plans? Only send my asks or requests to you because i like your Konig. Hes not crazy or toxic or "loser!"konig I'm not trying to be mean, please don't think I'm being mean, I just feel like you think I was saying he's a crazy possessive guy like how one particular blog who I will not name portrays him. I just meant that if even with all his measures to protect them they still become leverage some how and his unit has to go get them to safety because as a civilian, no matter how strong and capable you are if a terrorist organization comes for you, you're probably not going to be able to take them all on your own and would need to be extracted like any other hostage situation. But it would be their first time seeing the side of König that he tried and successfully kept from them and now there's nothing he can do to make you unsee it. Would he be afraid your view would change or that you would only see him as his military self rather than who he is outside of the military. I'm trying to explain better. I just feel like got mad at me a bit but maybe you didn't, I have trouble interpreting tones so everything written sounds monotone in my mind as I read it. When i say possessive I mean like..."you are now the love in my life and I will do everything to keep you safe from the evil I've seen first hand." But I don't think he would like...watch? You know like how people say he will watch like a hawk and judge everyone you talk to or follow you around like even to a shop or something. Like he would walk closer to the road if you're walking somewhere or like my dad my mom always had to be like in front of him. Not a large gap but my mom and me and my brother couldn't walk behind him he had to be able to see our backs. So we would be like a little bit in front of my dad. And personally I feel that he would be hypervigelant of his surroundings and by extension their surroundings, especially if he's fresh from deployment. Not to the extent of peeking around every corner or checking under the bed like a baby but I think it's normal that someone who has seen what he has seen would be a bit paranoid. Like ptsd amd triggers like fireworks and stuff. My dad was like that once we were in a park and a car made like a gun shot sound and he froze for a minute. I fell from the swing because I hit him when I came down lol. It is normal for soldiers to be like that. Then the longer he was home he would kind of relax a bit and get back to being at home but fir weeks after he would come back that is how he would be, he got therapy to help.

My apologies if I came off as aggressive or anything, but I really thought you meant like that. The second anyone usually mentions anything with possessiveness (a trait the fannon loves assigning to him constantly), that's where my mind goes cause I don't write him even close to that. I'm not mad haha I'm just explaining my König isn't how most people will interpret him. He would be hypervigilant and IS, that's why he takes so many security measures. Even if it is residential and a safe area, he's got plans for a reason. He knows he's a wanted man. Nothing will ever remove that feeling from him but his house is as close as he can get to having normalcy/privacy and that sense of at least owning a slice of domestic like.

And I hate to break this, but in the event that you would be kidnapped under such circumstances - you wouldn't be seeing him ever again. That means that not only did he and his safety measures fail, but they now KNEW he has someone close to him. And they've already taken it and used it to their advantage. They'd do it again. You'd never be safe if you were near him and he kept talking to you. They would've found out his identity to do such, they would've had to track him down and watch him, they would've needed an inside person. His whole life there would be compromised, he couldn't continue living there, or going forwards as he had.

There's also the significant fact that, even if you WERE kidnapped, you wouldn't be seeing his face when he came to the rescue. He'd be decked out in his full gear. He wouldn't be saying his name, you don't know him as König - he's NEVER revealed that part to you and won't want you to see him and memorize him as that. You can think you recognize those eyes, you can think he sounds similar - but he's a whole different man. He's never someone who yelled around you or threw orders or acted even close, he's not someone who matches the guy in front of you then and there.

It's not like the terrorists or people who kidnaped you and used you as live bait would be sitting there, monologuing why they're doing what they're doing. You're a hostage, a bargaining chip. Why would they tell you that you're actually being held like that because of your neighbor, who has NEVER indicated any of this stuff to you, and that by the way he's actually a highly trained military killer! Not to mention there's really no reason to believe the people holding you for ransom.

He's certainly not going to tell you either or reveal that.

He doesn't want to be stuck in your memories as being the guy who broke someone's spine and smashed in their skills with the butt of a gun. Even if he's saving you, he doesn't want you to memorialize him as that - as his job, as the blood thirsty killer he is on the field. He doesn't want your memories of him to be associated with that and the fear you felt in the moment. If anything, he wants your 'savior' that day to be nothing more than the faceless, hidden solider known as König. Because that traumatizing memory will be stuck with you throughout your life, you'll be thinking back at it time and time again. Something that traumatic will not leave you and he doesn't want to be apart of that trauma even more, he doesn't want you thinking back about him and wondering why and how could he have done this to you. He wants you to memorize him as the neighbor you were close to before everything happened - the good times and the happy things you felt. He doesn't want you to think of anything else when you look back on memories of him.

Seeing him in that moment and having him reveal his identity then and there would only make it worse, because then you'd additionally have to go through all the shock and betrayal of the fact he lied to you and hid this whole part of his life. He'd be adding onto it. You easily have gone through one of the most traumatic events in your life, it would be selfish (in his mind) to take the moment and do what HE wants to do. No matter the incessant urge to comfort you or tell you things will be alright or wrap you tight in a hug, he just can't. It's better if the interpretation is left to you being kidnapped and held as a hostage at random for money/negotiation purposes and saved by a counter terrorist group. It's better if you just thought you were someone in the wrong place at the wrong time. As selfish as it is, he doesn't want it to be tied to him in your mind, he doesn't want to be the reason for this when you think back.

He'll know it deep down. It will eat at him and haunt him at every waking moment, it will make him vow to never let anyone get close to him again. You'll still be haunted by it either way but he figures by not associating himself, not only is he sparing you that pain but he's also sparing any future relationships you have. Because then, guaranteed, there'd be issues forming personal relationships with ANYONE if you knew that being friends with him could lead to such a thing (because he was still a relatively normal guy and nothing like that ever stood out to you). Of course, you'll then have to move because it's not safe for you in that house either - and sticking around him or talking to him isn't an option because him being close put you in danger. He wouldn't let you do that. "If you love someone, you set them free" applies here and even though it hurts him, he can't talk to you and won't be back in your life ever again.

He'll have to move back to the barracks and the housing because that would be the ONLY safe option for him. He'd have lost nearly everything at that moment. He'd still think of you and the guilt and torment would only add to his insomnia, he'd never not think about it. But it would effectively put a halt in him getting close to anyone for a good, long while and would put him into a state of persistent numbness as he recovered from it over the course of many years. Even then, like a wound, it would heal - but the scar wouldn't ever fully fade.

He'd always blame himself, wishing that there's more he could've done and listing all the things he should've done. But the best thing in that scenario is to let you go - because then he knows that they can't use you like that again if your identity is erased and you go back to being a stranger, to someone he doesn't even know. They can't find you again if you're not someone who even crosses his radar and you're a whole different person from who you used to be - or so he thinks. I mean, they have to do that. You can't go back to living your life, keeping your name - you have to move, have your identity erased and a new one made, as you go under protection. You'd have to leave him behind either way too without explanation or a trace (even if he knew damn well what happened) aside from the false narrative they give.

But, at least, it would give you a chance at life - because you'd just be a one of many random people then, blending into the background of the world. You wouldn't be a pawn to play in an attempt to check the king.

He already failed you once and he wouldn't let that happen again, even if it meant taking the one person he let close to him in decades out of his life.

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Loui: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also assault with a deadly weapon. @simpyfrog

[meandmypagancrew]

I think Death Note would be more fun if the note had the same properties as the diary from Chamber of Secrets and could write commentary back.

Like Light first gets it and writes down all the worst people he can think of and then appears on the page underneath that “Oh, someone’s busy today.”

Or when he sees those guys harassing that woman but he doesn’t know how to spell it so he writes it out multiple times, just next to it each time “Nope.” “try again.” “Third time’s the charm?” “Haha, I’m just messing with you, you were right on the second try.”

Or during the Lind L. Tailor incident, just being like “Okay, I’ll kill him, but I don’t think you’re going to like what happens next…”

Or when he tries to kill Naomi with the fake name just being like “ha ha, cringe fail loser doesn’t even know when girls are giving him a fake name.”

Or in Rem’s notebook, just like “I know who you mean and I got you but why did you picture him shirtless and staring out at the ocean with the breeze in his hair? That is super weird and if this wasn’t going to kill you I would suggest therapy.”

Or when they kill Kiyomi, just like “Damn. That’s cold. Well, actually, it’s really hot, but you know what I mean.”

Or when Ryuk writes Light’s name just like “oh thank god I’ve been wanting to do this for YEARS”

[smoothriverrocksrock]

ALL RIGHTY LETS SHOW WHAT I FOUND ON THE WEBSITE!

So when you type in “tantrum” you get a transcript of an encounter between Bill and Time baby. Time baby is about to mention a person but gets cut off by Bill, only saying “Scal-“

This inspired me to type in ‘scalene’ and would ya look at that :)))) if this is some secret sibling or friend, Flat Dreams enjoyers are gonna rejoice

EDIT ONE: Typing in isosceles and obtuse don’t give anything, so heads up

EDIT TWO: Haven’t found anything that others haven’t found, but that’s just was happens when you’re late to the party! Best news I got is that typing in piñata gives you a video of bill getting beat up as a piñata. It’s a good entry to visit for a quick break from the speculation

EDIT 3: Typed in ‘Robbie’ and got some messages between him and Thompson. Looks like Robbie wanted Bill to grant him three wishes and it did not go well…

Now my first thought was “haha losers”, but my second thought was “hold up how did Bill do that in therapy”. So consider:

It was this bitch. Explains the weird yellow arms

I’ll update this as I find more

[ctruzz]

Lissen, i dont know how "land lording" works, but since you're housing the roach loser, ye prolly can house an actual hard working man and his therapy gator right?

Anycase, I'll be leaving this... Rent thing right here-

*he drops a giant chest of pistachios on the door step*

That should cover this month. Pleasure doing business with ya

With love Dr.Scurvy~

And Snappy

Hello, Doctor Scurvy (and Snappy)!

So you're the one everyone's been talking about. Nice to meet you!

Now, about this room you're trying to rent... Unfortunately I only have one available, and it's currently occupied. Just to explain; I don't own a large complex, just my house and my garage, both of which are already spoken for.

But if you're having trouble on the housing-front, I could let you stay on my sofa for two nights as my house guest. No payment necessary! Tragically I cannot pay my bills with pistachios anyway. If I could, I would have specialized in another field, haha!

And while I do not doubt you are a hard-working and upstanding man, there's just one thing I would like to mention. For this to work I'm going to need you to be a bit more respectful towards the people around you. Starting with my tenant.

I hope you have a good day! Please let me know what you decide to do.🍋

[antiradqueer]

at some points i genuinely think the radqueer community has turned into a sort of maladaptive, harmful way of escaping from reality, if that makes sense. not in a "haha look at these delusional losers" way this is a serious problem that they really need to get therapy or /healthy/ coping mechanisms or some kind of help for.

like they've gotten sucked into a vacuum of "anything and everything needs a label if you don't have all these 3813481348034803480 labels in your label hoard with an in-depth understanding of every single one of them you're not /really/ radqueer you're probably a troll", for one. it's fun to collect tons and tons of labels (i do that! im literally agender and bi and celarsian and xenogender and librafluid and a billion other things) but there's a point where a fun hobby that you engage with casually and healthily turns into an obsession that you can't see yourself living with out and you use to fill a void in your life instead of actually getting help.

this is made worse by the fact that whenever people point this out to them to try and help, they instantly get defensive and act like you're trying to attack them - they've demonized any form of help or therapy or even coping mechanisms (besides "im gonna write porn of an irl minor to cope :3333" which... sure is a thing /neg) to the point where just mentioning "hey maybe you could try some coping mechanisms" will get you banned from a server and get you put on a callout post calling you ableist and anti-radqueer and a TERF and whatever the hell else they decide to pretend you are (i know because this happened to me).

the way this differs from the mogai/liom communities, since ik they're gonna compare it to that, is that the mogai/liom communities are created out of an actual desire to label part of your identity. most transids are not (with the exception of things like "transrace" or "transage" because those often are actually trying to label a part of their identity, although they're usually going about it in the wrong way, but that's not the point right now). im talking transjob and transopinion and transship and transwhatiateforbreakfastthismorning and whatever else - these are so hyperspecific and meaningless to the point where, or lack of a better phrase, it's honestly insulting to the entire concept of transids in a way. i don't support transids, but i can very easily tell what the major transids were originally intended to label (actual dysphoria/a feeling of "this isn't who i am"/etc, ignoring the way they go about helping their dysphoria because oftentimes it's not good at all) and it is very different from the transids being coined now (a coping mechanism turned maladaptive, unhealthy obsession disguised as "it's just for fun, let people live!!").

transid coiners coin these things and add meaningless things to their hoards constantly. it's like they've run out of actual bandages to cover up an injury and started grabbing at everything they could find. and when you try to offer to help them get therapy or learn coping mechanisms or anything besides mentally draining and destroying themselves, they scream at you that you're ableist and homophobic and anti-radqueer and just as bad as a real-life nazi because you want to help them feel better.

the transid community, as it started out, was more like oculoids. i know this because i was in the transid community when it just started out. people were entirely against people lying about their physical age, people were entirely against chrono-adults dating chrono-minors, they were entirely against people lying about their physical race, hell they were even super skeptical of transautistic and transadhd or whatever when those terms first circulated and everyone was at least fully against pretending to actually be autistic and against transautistics identifying as autigender.

and, somewhere along the line, that changed - and young, traumatized kids (because yes, all the people coining transjob and transopinion and whatever are entirely children, i've seen people as young as fucking /eleven/ in this community and i've rarely seen anyone above 14) found a coping mechanism in the community. it was like, okay, fun! coining terms can be fun! it can be a fun coping mechanism, just like any other form of art is (because i consider flag making and coming up with names for terms and other aspects of coining art), but it should be just that. a fun hobby. something you do occasionally, you shouldn't do it constantly and you shouldn't use it as your only coping mechanism and you shouldn't shut out every other form of help or therapy or coping just to coin things to fill the void in your life.

these transid coiners are traumatized, lonely children. im not trying to be demeaning or make fun of them, but they are all young children/teens. they need /actual/ help, because exclusively coining tons and tons of meaningless terms (and yes, terms like "transship" and "transfashion" are 100% meaningless) while in a community full of plenty of people hiding in there, disguising themselves as their friends, looking for vulnerable people to take advantage of, is unhealthy as hell. obsessing over your hundreds of extremely obscure transids that don't mean anything to you or anyone else and that you probably couldn't even name half of is unhealthy. coining can be a good coping mechanism, yes! but not when it's used as your /only/ coping mechanism and your /only/ source of happiness and comfort.

if you're translovecore or transpilot or transmonikaxsayori or whatever and that means a lot to you for whatever reason but you aren't using transids as your only outlet, then cool, you aren't really part of the root problem. a little weird, and i don't understand it at all, but honestly not inherently harmful like some other transids.

to transid people - please read this and you find yourself relating to any of this, get help. not in a "you're delusional" or "you're weird" way, you genuinely need healthy coping mechanisms and some form of help and comfort because it's unhealthy to obsess over and center your life around /anything/ this much.

this turned into an entire essay gah damn i should've started this with "transid community bad, yes? in this essay i will,"

Now this is what im talking about, hope you dont mind me crosstagging lol

[boredz-boi]

YOUR CHARACTERS OPINIONS ON DUSK

Mason: "THAT KID IS AWSOME! But I don't know how she knows so much about me?? But I like her she's cool"

Draken: "She's been spotted eavesdropping on my therapy sessions and I'm still a little uncomfortable with that but she's a good kid at heart. I think."

Lia: "BESTIIII!! She's my ride or die I'd kill for her <3"

Drew: "I've had to get onto her so many times about her spying on the others, but I cate about her, she's really close friends with Henry. I'd protect her no matter what"

Henry: GAY GAY LOSER SO OLD YOUR OLD NOW >:) HAHA LOSER LOVE YOU THO

Adria: "I don't really interact with her either 😮‍💨"

Arius: "so annoying she WONT leave me ALONE!" (I'd literally die for her and would do anything for her she one of my best friends)