#throwing stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks!

[muchosbesitos]

DOUBLE OR NOTHING— featuring toji fushiguro x wife! reader

after countless empty promises spilled from his lips, you wanted to believe that he’d show up to your anniversary of all things.

contents: 18+ content, minors dni. marriage problems, talks of divorce, (some) angst, smut, porn w minimal plot, cunnilingus w fingering, toji being a panty sniffer briefly mentioned, unprotected p in v, spanking (twice), backshots, missionary against a wall, toji kinda being an ass (what did you expect), pet names (ma, doll, etc.)

word count: 5k

author’s note: back from the dead sry

"I'll make it home to you by six, mama. Take you out on a nice date, get you some flowers, all that stuff you like. Promise."

The clock was nearing eight o'clock with no signs of Toji coming through the door anytime soon, your own patience starting to run out with every tick. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. The sound echoed through your ears since you'd sat down on the leather couch nearly two hours ago, waiting for Toji to fulfill the promise. A promise that he'd made after flaking out on the date planned prior to that one.

And prior to that one. And prior. It'd been more missed dates than actual ones that he'd taken you out by now—you weren't exactly sure why you'd hoped for tonight to be different. Well, you knew exactly why. Today marked three years of being married to one another. You knew that he didn't prioritize date nights with you as much as he should, but you had held some sort of foolish hope that your anniversary would mean something—anything to him.

The divorce papers felt like a dead weight in your hand, much like how your relationship would be the second that you brought it up. It all just seemed so final, seeing the terms laid out that would end years of marriage. Just by the flick of a pen. But the idea was almost like a reprieve, like something that was worth looking forward to. You shook your head, getting up from the couch to set the stack of papers on the kitchen table where Toji wouldn't miss them.

Another half hour of eerie silence and Toji still hadn't come through the door. It was getting increasingly difficult to keep some semblance of hope that he'd even show up at all, much less for your date. You admitted defeat, slipping off your heels and pulling up a throw blanket over yourself. Succumbing to the sleep that was weighing down on your eyelids.

You weren't even sure how much time had passed when you heard the door swing open, the door hitting the wall from the force. The thud of his shoes hitting the tile followed, a grumble leaving Toji's lips. "Fuckin' bastards rigged that race. Robbed me of fifty bucks," he muttered to himself, slipping his coat off before placing it up on the coat rack.

"You're home late," you called out, watching as Toji turned to look at the couch before flicking on one of the living room lights. "Jesus woman, you scared me," he grumbled, a large hand resting by his chest as he looked over in your direction. Toji rubbed a hand over his face, exhaustion lingering on his face like a second skin. It was only then that he looked over at you, really looked at you, and what you were wearing.

Ah shit.

Almost as if he wanted to make the situation worse, he'd chosen to go with, "You got all dolled up just to fall asleep on the couch?" You could've sworn you felt your eye twitch at the question. He'd barely opened up his mouth and you were already wishing that he didn't even bother showing up for the night.

Toji knew he was in deep shit with each step he took into the living room, his mind already starting to work overdrive to figure out what he could do for what he'd missed. A date? No, you wouldn't have put on the very expensive pair of Louboutins for just any date. His mind was blanking on anything other than the numbers that he'd lost with earlier in the day. Come on, think.

"No, I got dolled up because I thought I'd be going out with my husband tonight," you retorted dryly, smudges of eyeshadow sticking to your hand when you went to rub at your eyes. You could see Toji's brows furrow, the wheels seeming to turn in his head for once, before a look of realization settled on his features.

"Look, I'm sorry. I got carried away at the casino," one of the many excuses you'd heard before coming back to bite you in the ass. The same excuse that he'd used last month when he forgot about a work party you'd mentioned to him. Which wouldn't have been too bad if it weren't for all the snide comments being whispered in your direction and all the unwarranted marriage advice.

Advice that you ended up forgetting about chugging down two glasses of tequila like water. "I'll make it up to you, I swear. You can pick the place and all that shit." There went another one. He'd really topped himself using the two of them in a row. You rubbed the bridge of your nose, looking over at him in disbelief. "Do you even know what today was? Why I'm so pissed off?"

"It's your birthday?" Toji spoke after a couple seconds, the answer clearly wrong just by the look on his face. You rubbed a hand over your face, standing up from your spot on the couch. "It's our wedding anniversary, Toji," you spoke up before he made another guess that would just piss you off even further, "And I have something I need to talk to you about. It's on the kitchen table."

Underneath the vase filled with wilted flowers—a collection more than anything that you kept around as a reminder that Toji used to care, was a stack of papers. He placed the vase down on the table with more force than necessary upon realizing what the documents were. "A divorce?" The words slipped out of him with such venom, such distaste, like the idea was unfathomable.

Toji slammed the papers down on the table, the salt and pepper shakers trembling before falling over. "Is that really what you want?" He stepped closer to you when you approached the table, his hands instinctively moving to hold your hips. Holding you close to his body. "No, I didn't get married with the intention of getting a divorce. But you've been neglecting this marriage for a couple months now."

"I'll make it up to you now," Toji spoke quickly, like he was afraid of losing you at any moment. Like you'd disappear if he didn't. And as much as you wanted to avoid looking over at him, the task had just become all that much difficult when you had nowhere else to look at. It only took one glance at his face to realize just what he meant by 'making it up to you.'

"You think you're gonna fix months of pushing me aside with just sex?"

"Nah, I know it's gonna take more. But you've been so tired, isn't that right? So tired of tryin' to keep this marriage from falling apart and nobody taking care of you?" His words were like a siren's song when he whispered them in your ear, your traitorous body leaning back to meet the drag of your fingertips. It was almost laughable at how easily your resolve had melted. "Lemme take care of you mama. Promise I'll make you feel good."

"You wanna call me a dick, never wanna see me again? That's fine, just don't deny me one last taste. Please," And while Toji wasn't a man to beg for anything in his life, he found himself saying the words anyways. "Thought this was you making it up to me," and as much as you were willing yourself not to fold, you felt yourself spreading your legs almost instinctively when his finger dragged up your inner thigh.

"Can't it be both?" Toji's teeth nipped at your neck, licking a stripe up the junction of your neck. Practically salivating at the taste of you, of the expensive perfume you'd put on just a mere hours beforehand. "One could say that you're just being selfish," your words quickly died out when Toji started sucking on your pulse point, your own heartbeat betraying you. You'd expected Toji to sass you back, say something about how your body was just so needy against his touch.

But instead, he dropped down to his knees in front of you. The wooden floor underneath his knees almost made him feel bad for all the times he had you in a similar position. Almost. Toji looked up at you, "Selfish only when it comes to you."

Every slow drag of his fingertips across your smooth skin seemed almost reverent— like you were something to worship. You were, he just failed to realize that until now. Until you were almost out the door. "I'm sorry," the first real apology of the night slipped out of his mouth, his lips pressed against your shin. "I'm sorry," he moved up to your knee, repeating the action. Hushed whispers of I'm sorry's and featherlight kisses moving up your legs, stopping only when he gets to your clothed cunt.

"I'm sorry," Toji uttered his last apology against your cunt, his eyes locking onto yours as he applied an open mouthed kiss on your clothed clit. Barely darting his tongue out, swirling it against the nerves that were just begging for one ounce of stimulation. And he was practically reveling in how needy he made you in the span of seconds. Your back arched to rest against the seat behind you, one of your hands going to rest on his head.

Toji's fingers dragged slowly in between your folds, feeling the wet patch already starting to form through the thin lace material. You refused to make eye contact with him, knowing that if you did, he'd be able to see just how desperate you were in just a manner of seconds. Even if the bastard probably had a clue already. "You sure your pussy agrees with the divorce?" His voice came out to something akin to a purr, the drag of his fingers slowing down.

Getting you even more worked up than you were already. "Fucking hate you, can't even apologize right," you let out a hiss, your hand going down to his hair. Pulling his head even closer to you despite your previous claim. "Fine, I'll apologize correctly," Toji sounded like you were the one inconveniencing him—to which you were. He wanted to take his time with his meal, have you begging for him to touch you. And normally, he would've.

If he weren't desperate to have your cunt on his face again after weeks, months? of just having his fist to work with. His fist and a used pair of your panties up to his nose like a pervert, hips humping the air in desperation. Imagining that it was your tongue flicking across his leaking tip instead of his thumb, that it was your soft hands in exchange of his rough ones. And as easy as it was for him to get laid—he didn't want to be with anyone that wasn't you.

Toji hadn't tasted someone as sweet as you, heard someone so angelic before, but now he supposed that maybe he'd have to put that theory to the test if you left him after all. Just the idea was maddening. That someone else would be doing the same thing that he's doing to you now, that they'd give you the affection that he should've given.

"Especially sorry to you. Been neglecting you for too long," he hooked his fingers around the side of your panties, pulling them to the side just enough to reveal your slick folds to him. Toji swiped the tip of his finger along your entrance, your slick glistening against the harsh kitchen lighting before he stuck in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it, licking away at it like the slut he was.

And like the deprived man that he'd been, Toji's hands went to the lace of your underwear and stretched it out until a loud rip echoed throughout the kitchen. "You always this wet for people you hate? Or is that just for me?" Toji taunted, pushing your tattered panties down to your ankles. Finally leaning in closer to where you were aching for him to touch you. To do something other than just tease you relentlessly.

Toji settled on his knees behind you, spreading your legs open like you were his favorite meal. His tongue swiped up on your dripping cunt, licking up your essence with sheer greed. "Mmph fuck, so good," his words came out muffled, his tongue swiping across your folds before darting inside of your cunt. Your grip on the table tightened, your hips working on their own accord to push back onto his face. Practically suffocating him in your pussy. Not that he minded. By any means.

Toji practically welcomed it, his hands pushing you down onto his face. Getting absorbed in your cunt completely. "A-Ah fuck, Toji!" You could already see the noise complaint hanging on your front door first thing in the morning. But how could you be expected to keep your voice down? Toji spread your folds apart with two fingers as if he were preparing for a feast, his tongue feverishly licking in between.

"Fuckin' soaked already, knew you loved me," The vibration of the low chuckle that followed his words shot currents up your spine, your ass jiggling all that much more in his face. With such a decadent taste coating his taste buds, dying by your pussy would be nothing short of a blissful way to go out. One of the fingers that he'd been using to spread your folds had been pushed inside of your cunt, your walls clenching around him.

Toji's tongue flicked against your clit, swirling the tip around the bud while his finger slowly pushed further inside of you. The loud squelch of your cunt was the only thing that filled the apartment, everything else completely silent. Your fingers dug deeper into his scalp, a low groan leaving his lips. "F-Fuck, Toji Toji," he pushed another thick finger inside, moving them in a scissoring motion to stretch you out.

"You think y're gonna find someone who can do this?" Toji looked up at you, his fingers curling up to hit that spongy spot inside of you almost perfectly. And if you didn't know any better, you'd almost say that he looked vulnerable while he made the question. Toji's lips wrapped around your clit, gently sucking on it as his fingers worked you closer and closer to your orgasm. You couldn't bring yourself to answer—didn't trust yourself to speak.

"Toji, Toji, gonna cum," you gave him a warning, your jaw falling slack and your lips parting in a o-shape. Soundless moans leaving your lips, feeling that coil in your lower tummy start to tighten up all the much more. With one final pump of his fingers, you were covering his lips with your release. His tongue swiped across his lips, across the scar that he hated, collecting every drop. Savoring what he imagined would be the last taste of you.

"Turn around," It was almost embarrassing how quickly you'd turned around per your soon-to-be ex husband's request.

Toji didn't take more than a couple seconds in unbuttoning his pants and taking them off, his cock hitting his stomach once it was released from its confines. Precum dribbled from his annoyingly almost pretty pink tip, dripping onto the floor. Drip. Drip. Drip. His cock slid through your folds like a slip n slide, your previous orgasm coating his tip with every lazy drag. "Toji," your voice bordered on a whine, pushing your hips to try to meet his movements.

"Tell me what you want," Toji clicked his tongue, one of his hands moving to hold your waist. Keeping you completely still until he got what he wanted. You figured there wasn't any harm in whining—you were already fucking the man after you brought up a divorce. There truly wasn't that much more to lose. "Why do I have to ask for it when you're the one apologizing?"

"Because you're the one pushing your hips back against me. All needy 'n shit. So.. beg."

"Want you inside me, Toji. Please."

"Want?"

You let out a huff before correcting yourself, "Need."

"Come on, doll. You can say it nicer than that, right?" Toji's pointer trailed up your torso, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

So goddamn annoying. You swallowed whatever pride you had left before looking back over at him, "Please, Toji. Need your cock in me. Please."

Toji clicked his tongue, one hand wrapping around his cock and giving himself a couple tentative pumps. "Think you can beg better than that. But since I'm feeling nice, I guess I'll let it slide." So much for feeling apologetic. Toji pushed his cock inside of you in one swift motion, a hiss leaving your lips at the stretch. Even with the fingers that'd been inside of you, nothing could've really prepared you.

"You okay?" Toji dropped his head to rest on your shoulder, whispering the words in your ear. Staying still while your walls tried to adjust to the overwhelming stretch. "You try taking your cock," you muttered dryly, giving him a nod to start moving. "Why would I do that when you take it so well?" Toji pushed the rest of his cock inside, his hands resting on your hips.

Toji wasn't particularly known for being gentle—the one hospital visit after he'd injured your cervix more than enough proof of that, but he started off slow. Slow, shallow thrusts. Fucking you in a way that he hasn't since your honeymoon. "Toji, you can speed up," you assured him, your words getting cut off with a smack to your ass. "What I'd say about tellin' me what to do?" Ah, there was the mean Toji that you recognized.

"Wouldn't need to tell you what to do if my vibrator wasn't looking more appealing right now."

Famous last words.

The change was almost immediate. Mascara dribbled down your cheeks, the sight of your once composed makeup all ruined making Toji's cock twitch inside of you. "Fucking pretty like this, y'know?" His teeth sunk down on the junction of your shoulder, his teeth grazing across the sensitive flesh. His hips snapped roughly into yours, your breathing growing erratic. "Fuck, Fuck, Toji!"

The coldness of his gold wedding band hit your skin as soon as he went to grip your hips, holding you against him like he needed to be close to you. The two of you had been distant for some time and he hadn't bothered to take off his wedding band once, not even on the rare occasion that he actually did happen to take a job. Toji would never admit it, of course—but he was starved for the feeling of your skin against his own.

To confirm that you were still here after all.

Your hands reached out to grab to whatever you could grab—anything, and of course, it just happened to be the divorce papers sitting on the middle of the table. Practically taunting you as your own signature glared back at you. "This good enough for you, princess?" Toji taunted in your ear, his blunt fingernails digging into your sides. "Mhm, j-just like that," your voice came out in a mewl, all bits of defiance completely out of your system.

"There you go. Nasty fucking girl," Toji all but purred in your ear the moment you started to jerk your hips back to meet his own, your ass bouncing with each one of his thrusts. "Just needed Toji to take care of ya," all you could was nod your head fervently, your grip on the divorce papers tightening. And Toji, of course, took notice. He took the papers from you with one hand, giving them a once-over before passing them back over.

"Come on, since ya wanted it so bad, read me those divorce papers," Toji handed you the stack of papers, pointing to where you'd signed your initials just a couple hours prior. Your hands shook as you held the papers, your vision blurry as you tried to make out the legal jargon in front of you. Even the simplest of words seemed all too complicated to try to make out.

"T-Toji, I can't," your voice cracked, your grip on the papers tightening when his cock reached all that much deeper inside of you. Toji clicked his tongue, peering over your shoulder to read the first sentence from the document. "That's not what it says ma, try again."

"Without all the stuttering too."

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to focus on the words in front of you instead of Toji's cock sinking further and further into you. "S-Says that the divorce agreement was made today between us," you clutched the sheets tighter, your eyes almost rolling back when Toji bottomed out inside of you. The tip of his cock dripping precum, your walls fluttering as you tried to get adjusted.

"Mm, yeah, keep goin'," Toji really couldn't care—his focus solely on the way that your cunt stretched out to fit his cock. Leaking around his shaft, loud squelches when he pulled out overplaying whatever shitty soap opera was playing. "And what'd I say about the s-stuttering?" Toji mocked your words, his own hips stuttering mere seconds later while he tried not to get absorbed in your cunt. Not that it was an easy task by any means.

It was hard, especially with the way that you claimed to be over this marriage despite your pussy claiming otherwise. When you opened your mouth to speak, the only thing that left you was a moan. "F-Fuck Toji, right there," your eyes shut tightly at the touch of his calloused hand making itself in between your legs, his thumb rubbing at your clit in a speed that felt like it combated his own running abilities.

"That's not what it says, c'mon," Toji grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer, turning your head to face the overwhelmingly long divorce papers. You wouldn't finish tonight if he intended for you to read the whole thing, you knew that much. A harsh slap against your swollen clit made the pleasure coursing through your veins mix with pain, a shaky gasp leaving your kiss-swollen lips.

Drool leaked from the corner of your mouth, the black ink smearing with each drop that fell from your parted lips. Your walls enveloped every inch of his cock perfectly, your cunt holding his cock in a vice-like grip. "That I won't try to t-take your things," you managed to get out, hoping that it would be good enough. You knew the two of you wouldn't finish today if he made you read the never ending stack of papers. 

"Good enough," Toji sounded like he would've kept it going if he could, but you set them down as quickly as he spoke. It was almost like Toji was trying to remind you of why you'd fallen in love with him in the first place—the man reverent to your cunt and your cunt only. Every grip of your hips kept you closer and closer to his body, almost as a way for Toji to make sure you weren't slipping away.

"Wh—" Before you had the chance to complain about the loss of contact, Toji had already carried you without a smidge of struggle. His hands hooked underneath your plush thighs, hoisting you up against the wall. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his slutty waist, practically clinging onto him like a koala. "There we go, there's that pretty lil face," Toji placed his pointer underneath your chin, taking in the view in front of him.

The glazed over look in your eyes, the sweat beading up on your forehead, the makeup that he'd successfully ruined—everything about you was just so beautiful. How you tried to avoid looking in his direction for too long. "Don't leave me ma, need you in my life," the words were whispered into your ear, his cock pushing back inside of you in one swift motion. Toji's fingers went back to your throbbing clit, his pointer and middle rubbing against it at the perfect speed.

Not too fast, not too slow, and not too rough.

"Don't ask me to do that," you almost sounded pained as you spoke—not from him filling you up, but for the implication of his words. You'd practically babble anything right now, anything for him to keep going. To forget about the reality that awaits the two of you. Toji's lips found yours in an instant, the exchange between the two of you almost depraved. His mouth was feverish in the way that it moved against yours, like he'd never get the chance again.

Your hand went to the back of his head, pushing him closer against you. Letting yourself forget for just a little while longer. A string of saliva connected your lips to his when you pulled away—only to catch air. "I’m close, Toji, so close," you whined against his lips, your release coating his shaft a mere moments later. Toji only used that as lubricant, his movements quicker against your cunt to chase his own release.

"There's no one else for me, I'll stop goin' to t-the casino, stop gettin' into trouble," Toji had been reduced to a babbling the first thing he pulled out of his ass, if only to get you to stay. His head rested against the junction of your neck, basking in the remnants of proximity that he could get. Shaky breaths left his lips with each thrust of his hips, feeling himself getting closer and closer. "You've been saying that since we've been married."

"I mean it this time, I promise," you'd never heard a lie sound so pretty slipping from someone's lips before until now.

He bit down on the side of your neck, hard. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to where you'd probably have to use a tube of concealer to even attempt to cover up the bruising mark. Causing you problems even now. But you'd be lying if the sudden act of possessiveness had your walls clenching against him even tighter, if that was even possible anymore.

His cock was barely moving against the tight grip you held around his shaft, his pace stuttering. "Fuck, fuck, so tight," Toji let out a loud groan, completely at the will of your pussy. He threw his head back, a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks in this lighting. Ropes and ropes of cum decorated your cunt, his softening length snug inside of you. Toji ended up pulling out a couple moments later, scooping the drops of cum that leaked down your thighs with his finger.

Toji was shameless in the way that he stuck the finger in his mouth, a low moan leaving his lips at the combined taste of him and you. Before your rationality came back, before you got the chance to even think about regretting this, you leaned in and crashed your lips against his own. Tasting yourself on his tongue. The kiss lingered between the two of you more than it needed to, it was less rushed than the prior ones you'd shared.

Like a last taste.

"So, you still want to get that divorce?" Toji knew you would've just babbled whatever for him to keep going, saving the question until now. His movements were almost reluctant as he pulled his pants over his legs once again, making little attempt to fix up his hair. If anything, his fingers only ended up messing the strands even more. Despite knowing the answer deep down, Toji still held out hope. That maybe you'd had some eye-opening moment while he was balls-deep.

You stood up properly, looking over at the ruined sheets on the table before looking back over at him. "I do," you spoke after a couple seconds, grabbing your tattered panties from the floor and smoothing over your dress. Trying to maintain whatever semblance of dignity you had left. Even if it was probably just as tattered up as your underwear at this point.

"Why? You know I love you. You know that you love me. So why should we get separated?" You did know that. But you also weren't sure that he'd ever loved you enough to consider changing. To consider the fact that you needed some sort of affection outside of sex.

"Because you think that somehow every problem between us can be resolved with sex. You say that you want to do better and yet, you never do. It doesn't even feel like you're my husband half of the time," all the bottled up feelings from the past couple months spilled out of you in a manner of seconds. All the bottled up thoughts that maybe you should've told your husband about earlier. Though, you weren't even sure if Toji would've paid it any mind.

And almost as if he'd read your train of thought, "Why didn't you tell me about all this before just hittin' me with divorce papers?"

"Because the few times that I did, you told me to stop bitching. That I shouldn't have anything to complain about with a roof over my head and a fridge full of food," you started off, almost waiting for him to deny what you were saying, "And while I'm not saying that I'm not thankful for those things, I also don't want to feel ungrateful for saying that I miss my husband."

Silence lingered between the two of you, each second that passed by only confirming what the two of you already knew by now. That a divorce wasn't such a far-fetched idea. Toji knew there wasn't left to even attempt fighting for, so he simply just told you, "I'll sign 'em when you get the new ones."

[goluxexmachina]

Ah the era that my relatively uninformed brain has filed as the people in charge going "You can have wolverine's actual backstory when you pry it from our cold dead fingers... after we decide, currently we're honestly kinda letting writers throw stuff at the wall to see what sticks."

This was originally setting up an idea that Apocalypse was behind Weapon X that was never followed up on

[i-heart-hxh]

So, after @subdee's excellent post about doubt regarding the Phantom Troupe's alleged slaughter of the Kurta Clan, I was staring at this image and thinking about Sheila's terribly sad expression here...

This is juuuust a theory, and there's not a ton to back it up but I'm just throwing it out there--make of it what you will!

Here the Phantom Troupe is talking about their grand plans to find out who killed Sarasa and hold them responsible for what happened to her, why would Sheila be heading away from them with that pained expression? It's possible she simply didn't approve of their methods of going about it (though she's not shown as involved in or reacting to that conversation), but the way it's framed makes me think more of her hiding something.

What if Sheila already knows who's responsible for Sarasa's death...because she has some sort of involvement in the kidnappings that have been happening in Meteor City? Wouldn't that explain her expression here and abruptly leaving the situation?

Perhaps she's acting as an informant for the kidnappers or is aiding them in some other way? She's frequently shown as being injured, which characters comment on being as a result of her "clumsiness," but maybe she's being repeatedly injured as a threat/method of controlling her?

(In this case it's entirely probable she didn't intend for Sarasa herself to be killed--Sarasa went outside her usual range to try to find more tapes, and the kidnappers had already met their "quota for delivery" so this may have been an unusual case. It's possible Sheila had some sort of agreement that they would leave her friends alone by sticking to specific areas, for instance, that Sarasa may have gone outside of.)

(This guy's moles are pretty distinctive so that makes me wonder if he'll show up again...)

This note about Sheila's role in the production could be relevant as well--that she's "two-faced."

I think it's possible Tserriednich and/or circles he runs in are involved with this whole operation, which could mean Kurapika and the Troupe have a common enemy. I'm not sure if the timeline supports Tserriednich's involvement due to his age, however, he might be too young. Regardless, it's interesting to me that both Kurapika and the Phantom Troupe have the same root cause of their trauma and desire for revenge: People buying and selling human beings and parts of human beings as trophies and for sadistic purposes, which is what Tserriednich certainly represents. (As I said in another post, I'm all but certain the head Tserriednich has is Pairo's. It sure looks like Pairo's face inside his nen beast...)

Sheila could still be involved with the same people by the time the Kurta Massacre happens, and she uses Kurapika and Pairo to gather information on the Kurta Clan for whoever this group or individual may be--likely the real culprit behind the massacre. Again, potentially Tserriednich or someone he's associated with.

What happened with Sheila and the Kurta Massacre definitely comes across as suspicious (her showing up and communicating with Kurapika and Pairo shortly before the massacre happens), so I feel that lends more credibility to the possibility of her being involved somehow in the Meteor City kidnappings as well.

Again, take this all with a grain of salt. Of course Sheila was previously involved with the Phantom Troupe so it could be that the connection is that simple (though to me it doesn't explain the scene from the beginning of this post nearly as well). But I definitely feel like something more is going on here.

[untitled-tmnt-blog]

I absolutely HAD to draw something for @phoebepheebsphibs's DTIYS (based on this pose)! I decided to mix things up a bit by experimenting with a more limited color palette, which was a pretty fun challenge.

[audipiu]

[danikatze]

[Video description under the cut]

When I was in art school I used to make lots of these "doodle" (aka scratchy/messy without a plan) animations in my spare time and I somehow just sat down and started one last week!

It was super fun, just started drawing Masa with his hair untied and trying to figure out what he was looking at! I happened to have a very-post-canon-hc about Matsu and Yaichi bonding while Masa is away on a trip, and Masa being thrilled to find out when he comes back :3

[Video description: a scratchy animation of Matsu, Masa and Yaichi from House of Five Leaves. They are all shown from the chest up in three quarter's view, apparently sitting down.

Matsu is shown first, facing right. He is writing or drawing, but then stops to look to the left. After a moment he smiles, then returns to his work, still smiling.

Masa is shown second. His body is turned to the left, but he looks to the right, at Matsu, with a bit of a confused expression. He turns his head to the left, but holds Matsu with his gaze for a bit, before fully looking to the left.

Next, Yaichi is shown. He has a cup of hot tea in his hand but seems distracted by something in front of him. He seems to stare at Matsu, smiling, then glances to his left and meets Masa's gaze. Yaichi's eyes go a little unfocused and he smiles dreamily before he takes a sip of his tea.

Masa is shown again, still looking confused, but something seems to dawn on him. He blinks and smiles excitedly. /End video description]

[vital-ire]

Time to loosen up

[seb-ussy]

Wrote something

Good dad Vincent who's concerned when his teenage son brings home a grown man to dinner

Vincent looked between his youngest son and his new boyfriend. He knew he wasn’t always the best father, that he hadn’t treated him the same as his older brother in the past, but this…this was too much.

He had heard of who children with daddy issues ended up dating as they got older. But he never would have thought that Ciel would fall into that stereotype. In fact, he didn’t think Ciel had daddy issues in the first place. Clearly he thought wrong.

The man Ciel had brought home had to be about thirty, possibly older. His eighteen year old son had brought home someone who would have been in university while he would be losing his first baby tooth. This was ridiculous!

“Is there a problem, father?” Ciel had a look in his eyes, daring him to say something wrong.

Vincent wanted to voice the obvious that his son’s boyfriend was way too old for him; but he had a feeling Ciel not only knew, but also was counting on him to say something. To start a fight. So instead of voicing his displeasure about Ciel’s boyfriend’s age he shook his head.

“It’s nice to meet you…” Vincent trailed off. He hadn’t been listening when his son had said his boyfriend’s name, if he had said it at all.

The man let out a quiet laugh, clearly amused by the situation. He had most likely guessed what Vincent’s silence had been about.

“It’s Sebastian,” the man all but purred.

What a sleazy bastard. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sebastian.” Normally he would give his name, but he didn’t feel like gracing the predatory bastard with info about him. Plus he didn't want to risk the man calling him by his first name

“Come Sebastian,” Ciel gripped Sebastian’s hand tighter, “ I’ll show you where to put the food you made.”

His child and the thirty year old man headed towards the kitchen, leaving Vincent behind.

When he had gotten the news that Ciel had a boyfriend and was bringing him home for dinner he had expected someone closer in age. Not someone Vincent would regard as an actual adult. The boys still hadn’t finished school! He felt like he was losing his mind!

Where the hell was Rachel? He needed to hear her thoughts on this. He headed towards the dining room. Surely she saw how crazy this was.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Not a question, but I love your blog so much. Makes me so happy :) I'm very excited to see the Yi City trio in your style.

We're getting close to the Yi-City arc! In the meantime, have some behind-the-scenes sketches of me trying to figure out their designs!

[my-insanity-is-an-artform]

Hour 7! Of the Time Loop - Over The Edge And Over Again au.

Skipping to the meat of the AU which is The Last Loop.

By this point, Lamb would be a fantastic Vessel unlike any Narinder has had before. They are charismatic, clever, and a damn good warrior who is devoted on a level he’s never seen before.

Meanwhile poor Lamb is basically pouring everything they are into this loop. They are errecting statues of TOWW, preaching about Death in all it glory, essentially one-shoting all of the crusades they’re going on. They spend time making sure all of the sacrifices and offerings they make are exactly to Narinder’s liking.

And they die. A lot. Mostly on purpose but no one calls them out on it.

Lamb spends time asking their God what He likes, what He’d like to do once He’s free, asking about His disciples.

Narinder indulges them since he’s never had such an effective Vessel before. And this one is so very eager to please him.

Lamb also quietly builds a hut a little larger than the others in a more secluded area near the temple. It is more elegant than the others and decorated to a very specific taste. It has an adjourning hut to house two and lamb forbids any one from going near it.

They do make an effort to be kind to their flock since it’s easier to catch more flies with honey than vinegar and well, they never truly felt comfortable performing the cruelty they knew they were capable of. And they need the cult to be kind in return, kind enough to ease new comers.

Lamb bends over backwards to make Narinder happy to the point Ratau pulls them aside with concerns.

They try to brush him off, any attempt to talk is still jammed down their throat, but the old rat merely looks at them with worry and an open invitation. (They never forgive themselves for the loops where he surrendered him to the Fox as few as they are.)

Then they slay Shamura and they know what is coming.

They make sure to get one last visit in before Narinder summons them to die. They spend it in His palm, shaking and refusing to talk or even think about what is to come. They end the visit with a watery smile and pressing their forehead against His fingertip. A silent apology.

‘Forgive me, My Divine, forgive me.’

They are in tears when they refuse their God. They choke down the sobs when they fight Baal, muffle their cries when they battle Aym and it’s nearly brings them to their knees when Narinder breaks free to face them.

But they keep going. They have too. After so many loops, something is finally different.

They win and they are absolutely miserable for it. They spare their Saviour and send Him to the flock.

They bring Him to the hut they had built especially for Him and beg him to wait, just a few more moments, then they will try to explain the Time Loops.

“Time Loops?!” Narinder looks enraged and dismissive but Lamb freezes.

The Loops are over. They think. Only one way to find out.

“Kill me.”

“You DARE?!”

“JUST KILL ME! I NEED TO BE SURE THAT WE ARE BOTH FREE!”

Their God doesn’t even hesitate and slits their throat.

It’s the first time dying by His hand hurts.

It’s the first time they awaken on the hard floor of a hut that was almost got for a God.

The story that spills out of them comes in between manic giggles and a relief so deep that they remain kneeling before their God. They spill things that He never shared in this loop. How he did not truly care for Ratau’s fate one way or another. How he got bored of the same thing over and over. How the Death He had planned was a sweet gentle Death.

Narinder cannot help but believe Lamb, kneeling before him, begging him to understand that they had tried.

That them overthrowing him was a last resort.

That this was the only way.

But now what?

[odysseus-crewmate-number38]

zeus isn’t my favourite god either but why are there so many comments/posts in thunder bringer or stuff relating to it just straight up lying about stuff just to cash in their i hate zeus points

[onstoryladders]

good news, i think i got over my writer's block and wrote some more vampire!pete/notquitehuman!vegas stuff

bad news, i have actual things to do and cannot write anymore which is a pity because i was getting somewhere

neutral news i'm posting a snippet

Vegas walks up to the silver bars separating them. Pete studies him, hands still in his lap, palms up as the last red cuts close and disappear. There's no fear in his eyes, just a cold careful focus, and it almost makes Vegas laugh – this stupid creature at his mercy, weak and hungry, still searching for a way to cross that barrier and get to his neck. Not to bite, never to bite – his blood is rotten, it would make him sick – but to slash and tear and watch as the blood spills out of him. Yeah, it'd make Vegas laugh if it wasn't so thrilling.

He slips the blood bag between the bars. “Be a good dog and come get your food. You don't want it to spoil”.

“Get in and make me”.

[moregraceful]

Tagged by @soyouwinagain to post 6 photos from my camera roll in the past week, thank you comrade, I was hoping someone would tag me 🫡🫡 except then I had to go back a couple weeks otherwise all six photos would have been my dog at a cocktail garden.

Ivan Fedotov and Erik Johnson at Flyers training camp, Fedotov in full Russian saint mode; a flower outside of an Indian restaurant; Yankees outfielders running away from each other and I'm so mad I only got them running back to position bc they were being SO cute while a reliever was warming up; Keats at the aforementioned cocktail garden, he was sweatin'; giant rotting boat outside of Ikea; boxes containing all of my earthly possessions.

[iris-drawing-stuff]

Amane's victim is definitely an adult, judging by the size difference between her and her victim's hands.

It might be her mom, since this looks like the inside of a house, and I doubt Amane would be able to barge into just anyone's house. Since the shadow in the taser scene has long hair, it would match the vengeful lyrics. I'd want to kill my mom if she did that to me. Although the long hair doesn't guarantee it's her mom, it might be another cult member she lives with.

[thatwolficorn]

New episode, time for a new wild theory! (Y'know, just to see if it becomes canon so we can celebrate lol)

What if Tessa is Cyn?

A few people have this theory already and a few have pointed out that Tessa can't be Cyn because she bleeds actual blood when she gets bitten by the Sentinel

But Uzi has been able to (accidentally) turn things into flesh, and Cyn has very good control over the Solver's abilities. What's stopping her from faking Tessa's bleeding?

She's had plenty of time to improve her acting skills to be more convincing...

Either way, Tessa is shady

[boilbrains]

Cum inside him (Steve cobs) call that creamed corn