#you can facepalm if you want to

[trixcuomo]

I'm gonna keep writing these ya know

Meanwhile, watching 50 Shades of Warlords of Draenor at Sharpen's house...

Sharpen: I dunno, this video doesn't hit the same. Not like I hoped 50 Shades of Shadowlands would.

Trixany: Should we look up something else? This is indeed weird.

Sharpen: Eh. I'd rather just watch the Thrall versus Garrosh lightning play scene a dozen more times before the pizza comes.

Trixany: ... I forgot Garrosh had metal piercings on his chest. Would ya look at that. *leans to the side*

Sharpen: *also leans to the side* Yeah, that changes the old cinematic a whole lot, doesn't it?

Thrall: "You disappoint me, Garrosh."

Sharpen: He's just a man, Thrall. He can't endure through all this hot pressure you put on him. He's not perfect!!

Trixany: Not every man can be the warchief.

Sharpen: He's squeezing him with a giant hand! He's crushing him!!

Sharpen: ...

Trixany: ... ...

Sharpen: *wheeze* Ho, yeah! That definitely takes on a different meaning.

Trixany: This dumb director is so mad untalented. What would be hilarious is if that storm... boss lady. You know from Vault of the Incarnates? If she randomly walked in on them.

Sharpen: From a whole other timeline? Yeah.

Trixany: Though it stands to reason that 50 Shades WOD would be the worst in the series--

Dathea Stormlash: "Lightning's caress is capricious. One kiss marks you forever."

Sharpen: Nice. I'm into this.

Trixany: Oh my god! Turn it off!!

[kingkatsuki]

Do your blorbos ever look at each other inside your blorbo mansion and wonder “what the fuck is that guy doing here?”

[gravioli]

the 8th highest selling lamp on Momazon!

[elektroyu]

First bookmark design is done and ready for preorders now!

Go to my shop for more info and to order! Estimated shipping date is Feb 12, so about 2 weeks from now.

This design features digital art of my dogs Sammy and Bats. I favored this design first in hopes the proceeds can replenish some of what I had to pay in vet costs for Sammy recently. The fundraiser is still running quietly in the background, but for everyone who would like to get an actual item in exchange for their help this may be for you! :) There's also sticker sheets of my pets available and a bunch of other things too, please check it out if you'd like to help!

Please share if you can!

[throwing-roses-into-the-abyss]

unlocked a new diy skill: learned how to drill a hole in wood

[worstloki]

i think the funniest possible family drama to throw into Thor 1 would be if Laufey and Odin were brothers btw

[countlessrealities]

Kinda 👀 Prompts || Selectively accepting !

@mcltiples sent: [KNIFE] sender uses a knife to rip receiver's clothes { To Evil Rick from Weird Rick >:D }

There were a lot of things that Rick found fascinating about his partner. Some more entertaining, others more frustrating, but all undoubtedly worth his interest and attention. Even when he wasn't directly involved, he liked to watching, observing the other going through his motions, speeches, choices, hows and whys with the same focus he usually reserved exclusively to his experiments.

His alternate's mood were one of Rick's favourite phenomena to monitor. They were so volatile, and mostly unpredictable. They could be as explosive as the weapons the man enjoyed building or as subtle as a the light twitch of an eye. They jumped from an emotion to the other, always close to the extremes, always shying away from mildness.

He could tell that his partner wasn't being honest with his feelings whenever they were played out with strict moderation or calm.

However, this didn't mean, as one could think, that apathy was something unknown to his alternate. It was a rare show to witness, but it did happen. Just as everything else, it was deep, absolute, totalising, and it required a very special, very careful handling.

That, though, wasn't the situation at hand. Rick wasn't dealing with one of his partner's most violent moods, whether on the heated side of anger or with the ice cold quality of pure detachment. The other seemed to be in a quite cheerful mood, lively and playful, with a clear side of mischief.

And, of course, lustful too, judging by the way his alternate had shoved him into the closest wall and was assaulting his neck with his teeth and tongue. Judging by the viciousness of the attack, by the time their encounter ended, he would have sported quite the collection of bruises.

One of those hands was insistently grabbing at the front of his shirt, alternating pulling at it and pressing against his chest, as if to make sure that Rick's back would remain firstly pinned against the wall.

His partner's other hand was somewhere by his side, oddly not trying to touch him as he would have expected, and the reason for it became instantly clear when the sound of cloth ripping filled the air between them without a warning. Oh, so this was the game of the day.

The blade was so sharp that it cut through the fabric as if it had been melting butter and nicked the flesh underneath, drawing a steady red line from the top of Rick's sternum to the line of his navel. Thick droplets of blood gushed out of the wound, their warmth in contrast with the cool air of the underground hideout.

Rick's only reaction was a raised eyebrow, conveying the barest hint of judgement. He didn't mind the sting of the wound since pain had little meaning to him nowadays. If something, under the right circumstances he could even appreciate the way it lit up his nerves, forcing his whole being to feel connected, even if just briefly, with the universe that surrounded him.

In a different situation, he would have given into the urge of voicing what his gaze was already hinting at, but his partner seemed delighted and even more turned on by his handiwork. He could tell by the way the other was leaning more heavily into it, hard, hot and solid against Rick's thigh. Those hips were moving, slow and almost imperceptibly, seeking from his body a hint of satisfaction that could take the edge off.

How could he deny this pleasure to the man who owed each and every atom of him?

His features relaxed back into a more neutral expression and he let his nape rest against the wall, focusing on the feeling of that tongue teasingly lapping at the cut. His alternate's hand had slipped under the torn shirt, wrapping itself around his side, tight and possessive.

Rick's fingers found their way in the other's hair, tugging sharply at those blue locks and using them to press that face more into his chest. He wanted to smear his partner's chin and cheekbones with his blood, so that he could lick it off later.

A hum rumbled in his chest, as the knife worked to get rid of his belt and slash through his trousers, leaving behind more stinging cuts. Clothes could be easily replaced, he mused, distractedly registering the fabric falling off him piece by piece, until he was left bare for his partner's eyes to feast on.

This man who had made himself into a god and the twisted, unbreakable thread that linked them together? It was one of a kind even in a universe made of infinite realities.

[shymaidxn]

@flovverworks | cont. from ( x )

Of course she pauses when they finally get the courage to speak, her entire process halting with her key dangling from the lock. Ah...They doted on her so much. She knew by now that it was their nature to just be concerned over their friend - no matter how close that friendship was - and it truly was a comfort at her low points to have such a caring neighbor. But her heart aches at the offer too. Her thoughts still flooded with self-deprecation, seeing Akira and knowing that, while they cared so much, this was also just business too. It's not their fault, though, even if her annoyance and worry presents itself with quick words and furrowed brows. Oh, she should just tell her mom to help her move apartments, but that wouldn't solve anything. Her mother and Bishop would both reject the idea when she felt so safe in this little complex. And, despite the cloud hanging over her, she'd hate to leave her only other friend...

"...I'm sorry." She says it in a dry laugh, finally giving Akira the time of day and looking them in the eye. This situation always sucks though, forcing a small smile, while not sure what exactly to say to ease the situation. God, she really was so boring and terrible...

"I'll, um...Let me, first -" She doesn't finish before grabbing her keys from her door, putting them back in her purse before taking a step towards Akira. A bit shaky, a bit stiff, yet trying to laugh off nerves with tired, smiling eyes. "...I'd love to try a cup. I feel like my tea selection has gotten a bit same-old, same-old anyways, you know? I should try new things once in awhile..."

[lieutenant-amuel]

Ajajdkfk is it cringe because the situation in essence is cringe or is it cringe because I’m the one who wrote it

[zorkaya-moved]

“ have you told anyone else about this? ” Ansel asked, gaze falling upon the form against the wall. Who's enemy was it? His, or hers? Golden eyes narrow, unlike his usual charm and cheer, before looking to his wife. His wife. "I'll get this sorted out, I should've been there." Regardless of where they stood with each other and how they felt towards this arrangement forced upon them, this was unacceptable. "Did they hurt you?" Came his next demand, pupils shifting for a moment as he turned to her. He knew she could handle herself, and he respected her prowess, but what kind of husband would he be if he didn't check in on her?

@heartsglass

"I didn't. There was no need."

It's all mundane: assassination attempts, blood spilling, and corpses needed to be taken out or fully destroyed. Sometimes, if they're unlucky, they get tortured for information to see who is the person behind them. Today seems to be an assassin's lucky day as Sokolova... No, De Luca seems to be in no need to have any information taken out of the foolish attempt as it's been all too obvious who may wish for this alliance to finally break. If one of them dies in this marriage, it'll start annihilation. And, frankly speaking, Zarina knew her family would be winners solely for the fact of who were her mother and brother. Elementals of Natural Disaster were not known to public, but it doesn't matter. She did not wish for war to start as it'd be a nuisance down the line. This marriage was supposed to be a valuable alliance for future years, not immediately gathering of goods.

"You should've," she says, voice sweet and saccharine despite the situation, index finger curling a lock of silver hair around it. Her eyes may be cold in its golden gleam, but the way she's dressed might have fooled others all too well. Her white nightgown, untouched by the blood and by the assassins hand. The assailant remains unmoving. "What husband does not join his wife in the bedroom?"

Obviously, she knows he's a man of respect and gentlemanly behavior. However, they were not in love and they were not yet as close as they made it look like on the outside. Quite a play they take part in, but it's for the better of their closest family. Undoubtedly, even if she dislikes the arranged marriage, she has to play the role and since he's such a gentleman, he should at least show some attraction. It's tickling her pride and she's almost ready to seduce him here and now just to get some action. Quite out of nowhere, is it? But Zarina's a woman of indulgence and want, and she'd want to take all she can get as an opportunity.

Perhaps, she shouldn't push it but when he asks if she's hurt, it almost makes her laugh. With that in mind, the newly wed "De Luca" steps away from the wall, steps silent and light as she approaches her husband. Husband, yes, a man who she's married for the sake of future benefits for their families. His eyes of gold, his fluffy hair, his pleasant voice, his warm aura. She can consider herself lucky to be married to such a wonderful man... if she felt anything. Because right now, they discuss business.

"I don't think so," she responds with a thoughtful expression, arms hugging her as if she's cold. Each one of her moves has a reason, expression changing from thoughtful to regretful to thoughtful once more. She presses her lips together before relaxing, eyes of gold changing their gleam to something warmer and something sweet as she looks back at her betrothed. "But I would appreciate it if you'd stay here, with me. Is it too much to ask, Ansel?" Zarina lets her voice become a whisper as she reaches out with one of her hands to almost grasp the fabric of his shirt only to retract as if she's afraid he'll slap her hand away.

"If you're unsure, you can check for yourself. It's not like I'm wearing enough to hide everything," then, she laughs softly and twirls around for him. Both to show off that she is not injured but also to show off just how pretty she is. The pretty nightgown and the shawl on her shoulders, all underlining the prettiness and ethereal nature of the elemental. Is she not pretty? Won't he have any reaction to it? It'd be upsetting. Truly, it would be. Then again, persistence is one of the things she excels at. "See?"

[laughingcatwrites]

First: thank you to everybody who has shared your own stories in the comments and reblogs. I hope that reading these gives those currently struggling hope. And for everybody who has commented about how they weren't lucky enough to have their parents accept them, I hope that you have found a safe community that loves you as you are and that you are in a better place now than you were then.

Now: Mildly amusing follow-up with a surprise twist! Details, including kiddo's gender, are still redacted and some things have been altered to be more generic in order to protect privacy.

A couple of months ago, I was speaking with my coworker about his kid, and he spoke about how he thought maybe his kid would never come out to him and how sad that made him that kiddo didn't feel safe with him. (Imagine the saddest puppy-dog eyes ever on André the Giant to understand the sheer force of understanding-but-still-devastated misery coming off of this poor guy.)

To which I asked: But you just told me you kid is dressing in their preferred presentation in front of you?

Him: Well, yeah, but that's just at home? And they've been occasionally dressing like this for ages.

Me: And they weren't surprised or upset when you started using their preferred name.

Him: No, but I saw somebody else use it first on something kiddo shared with me and I wanted kiddo to know that it was okay that I knew the name and that I wasn't going to hate them for it.

Me: And when kiddo went with you, their dad, to an event, they dressed in their preferred gender and used their preferred name and pronouns. And corrected people who got them wrong. And you knew this because they did it in front of you.

Him: Well yeah, but it could have been a coincidence. Maybe they forgot I was there.

Me: And they showed you the letter about their gender and presentation that they wrote to somebody who made a comment about their appearance. That you defended kiddo for.

Him: I know!!!! (Sadness clearly intensifying as the point continues to fly over his head.) Kiddo is coming out to other people but not me! Kiddo hates me and is never going to trust me!

My dude, my friend, my beloved coworker who is apparently blessed in understanding everything except teenagers, your kid is so far out of the closet with you that they are one band short of a Mardi-Gras parade encircling you to announce their presentation. They haven't come out to you verbally because they don't need to. They trust you and have let you be a part of the process from almost the very beginning and you, my friend, were so convinced they were just bad at hiding things that you completely blinded yourself to this truth.

As a reminder that good exists out there, a coworker recently confessed to me that he found out his child is questioning their identity (kid's gender redacted for this post). The kid is keeping it from him, so he can't say anything to them or show that he knows, but he's doing his best to get mentally prepared and educated so that he'll be ready whenever his kid does feel comfortable enough come to him.

For context, this guy is a big, bulky middle aged dude who loves sports and typical outdoor "manly" activities. As his coworker and friend, I know he's a kind and sweet teddy bear of a person, but his kid probably views him as a stern, authoritarian figure, the way most teenagers view their parents. His family lives in a conservative area, so I'm sure between that, their dad's looks and interests, and the fact that their dad is a Figure of Authority, the kid is worried that they won't be accepted.

But you know what? When he found out about his kid, the first thing he did was reach out to his closest queer friend and ask for resources for parents of questioning children. His biggest fears are that his kid will be bullied or discriminated against and won't feel comfortable enough to be themself. His second action was to find himself a mentor in another parent who went the same situation (kid coming out in a conservative town). The other person is preparing him for some of the struggles his kid may face and the fights he may need to take on as a parent to make sure his kid is safe and treated well.

Something I want to emphasize for people focused on language as the primary method of allyship is that when we spoke, he used some outdated terms and thoughts about gender and sexuality. That does not make him bad. These were the terms and thinking used about questioning teenagers when he was growing up and he never needed to learn more current ones. But now that he does have that need, he's throwing himself in head first because that's his kid and he's darn well going to make sure that his kid feels welcomed and has a safe place to be themselves even if they never come out to him.

[salemwasnteverhere]

How the Hashira men react to your neighbor asking you to be quiet

Characters: Tengen, Sanemi, Rengoku, Obanai, Gyomei, Giyuu,

Additional shit: Swearing, Sanemi fighting said neighbor, Rengoku being blunt, mentions of sex, ooc mot likely :p

Tengen

He couldn't care less

His whole thing is being flashy and loud so he wants you to be loud

Like it's not his fault that dick is magical

After he shoos your neighbor away he makes sure to be as loud as possible that night

He's pounding into your cunt and you swear your gonna break when he whispers "okay now scream exactly how big my dick is. Don't forget the tip color-"

He gets cut off by you hitting him with the pillow

Way to ruin the mood

But that doesn't stop him and instead he goes harder, making sure the bed creaks loud ASF for your neighbor

"Not my fault he doesn't know how to please a woman." Is his main reason for doing so

He really wants you to scream his name so it's imbedded in your neighbors head

"Morning N/N!" Him to your neighbor from the balcony while your trying to get out of bed and failing

"Actually die." Both you and your neighbor to Tengen

Sanemi

Cares alot

Why the fuck is that limp dick biscuit talking to you and him? Who does he think he is?

You were the one who broke the news to him thankfully cause if Sanemi was the one who opened the door then you'd have to see your husband through glass in a prison

Just kidding. The Slayer corp would get him out of trouble if he didn't do it himself.

Anyways

Sanemi made it his goal to piss your neighbor off as much as possible

Your under him, practically creaming on his cock, and he's slamming the wall yelling "This loud enough yet?! Huh!?"

Not kidding I can see him doing that

He quite literally had you against a window where your neighbors could see him destroying you just to make them mad or uncomfortable, hopefully both.

But then he'd get pissed someone else would see you all naked and fucked out so he settled for the wall next to the window

One day your neighbor, finally having enough, bangs on your door yelling and guess who opens it...Sanemi!!

Good Lord was he waiting for this

It took one punch and the guy was out

Kinda what happens when you put a normal dude against a guy who kills demons for a living

Rengoku

He's a good neutral between caring and not caring

Like he doesn't wanna make your neighbors mad but he also loves hearing your screams

So he tries to keep you quiet during sex but fails since he gets to into it to give a fuck

The next days his loud ass voice wakes you up

"IM SORRY FOR MAKING INCREDIBLE LOVE TO MY WIFE!" He's not being sarcastic thats his genuine apology

Your facepalming and you want to die when you see your neighbor and she can't look at you

"PERHAPS SHES MAD BECAUSE HER HUSBAND CANNOT PLEASE HER!" Rengoku says casually and you know she can hear you from outside in her garden

"Inside voices!" You place your hands over his mouth to try and shut him up.

It works for a bit before he's yelling again

You love your husband but holy shit you wish he would speak normally sometimes

He's actually quiet in bed though

So your the problem (real)

Obanai

I'm not an Obanai fan so forgive me for how bad his section will be

Obanai is a quiet mf, and you're not even that loud

It's your neighbor who was the problem

A little old man whose hearing aids apparently had the power of 67 suns

You and Obanai found this out when he was outside training and your neighbor came over

He was so sweet and polite and even chuckled at Obanai's redness

Obanai cared at first but got over it

You? You make sure to not make a PEEP in bed

Okay that pisses Obanai off but he understands your reasons

At least make a gasp or sum cause he's over here like "Wait does this feel good? Can she feel it? Did I forget where the clit is?"

Brother is STRESSING

Then you cum and he's like "ah"

Then he's like "Did you take it?"

You have to keep yourself from murdering him cause how tf would you fake squirting

Gyomei

Babe I'm not gonna lie, you're a screamer

Gyomei is built like a house and your telling me your just gonna whine and whimper?

NO

Your over here crying and screaming into his chest, neck, the pillow, anything.

And Gyomei loves it!

He can't see your reactions so hearing and feeling them let's him know he's doing good

Gyomei isn't loud but he's not quiet

He'll grunt and moan and praise you, but he's not gonna cry out.

Well he'll cry but you can never tell from what

When the pussy so good you start crying 😭🙏

When your neighbor politely asked you to be a tad bit quieter Gyomei actually laughed

Not in a 'nah we'll keep being loud' way but more of a 'sorry we'll be quiet' way. He also found it hilarious how you actually died of embarrassment.

Don't worry he thinks its endearing

Yet it was kinda hard for him since he enjoyed hearing you

But your touches and now quieter moans made that better

And then there's also you literally drawing blood from his back you were scratching so hard

Giyuu

Holy shit you have never seen him so embarrassed

Like you could shade match his Haori to him and get the exact same color

He was the one your neighbor told and he stopped working when 'loud' and 'moaning' left their lips

If a demon doesn't kill him then his own actions will

Giyuu isn't loud, and he loves that he can make you feel so good that your loud for him.

But he didn't want your neighbor back over at your house so he tried to keep you quiet

You were super confused when he held his hand over your mouth in bed and he just pointed to your neighbors house. Then you got it.

So you nod and try to keep quiet.

You know in school when the teacher tells you and a friend to shut up but they look at you funny and you break?

Yeah that was you

You were riding Giyuu one night and you were loud so he was like "holy shit I love you but please- I can't look our neighbor in the eyes anymore."

And you couldn't help but laugh

Like howling

You calmed down obviously but sex was very giggle filled after that

You've never seen Giyuu so panicked

But give him a week and he'll stop caring

[rosy-hollow]

Gojo who's a little shit and doesn't tell his students that he's seeing someone until he comes to school with a gorgeous ring on his finger that Nobara notices immediately.

"Oi! Gojo-Sensei! Where the hell did you get that ring from?!" she eyes him warily. "You didn't steal it, did you?"

Gojo gapes at her in mock offense. "Kugisaki, I'm hurt! How could you think so low of me?!" he presses the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically.

Megumi just rolls his eyes from his desk, reading quietly as Yuji watches the two with fervent interest. The ravenette knew his sensei's antics by now - after all, he had met Gojo's lover - you - himself.

You weren't entirely a secret - he knew, Shoko knew, Nanami knew - so why Gojo had forgone telling his fellow classmates was solely because Gojo liked to be annoying.

Tuning back into the conversation - Megumi hears Yuji pipe up, intervening between Kugisaki and Gojo's bickering.

"What're they like, Gojo-sensei?" Yuji asks, and Gojo gets a dreamy look in his eyes that makes Megumi groan internally.

"Oh Yuji, she's the sweetest! She's the most gorgeous, pretty, beautiful, decadent, alluring, attractive, bewitching, irresistable, ravishing, magnificent, stunning, heavenly, hot-"

"OKAY- You can stop now." Nobara interrupts loudly, eyebrow twitching as she cringes from her sensei's strange demeanor.

"- woman ever." Gojo finishes with a big grin, and Megumi wants to facepalm.

Nobara snorts, still not believing him. "Knowing you, Sensei- you'd probably have bought a ring for the hell of it and pretend you have a fiancé just so that you don't seem like a single loser."

Gojo gapes in shock. "My wife is very real thank you very much- you're just jealous." He sniffs, pouting childishly.

Nobara stares at him unamused. "1- 'she's' not your wife yet, and either way, she still probably doesn't exist! And why the hell would I be jealous of you-"

Megumi stops listening after that, but he can't help but feel a little bad for Kugisaki.

Knowing Gojo, he's just going to be even more annoying about it.

So, when Nobara does finally meet you - Mrs. Gojo-to-be, let's just say, though she hates to admit it, Gojo wasn't wrong.

Bewitching, irresistable, ravishing- whatever.

she begrudingly slides Megumi a 10 dollar bill after the whole ordeal was over.

A/N: lowk think gojo forgot to tell yuji and nobara about you and was too cocky to admit it

[xhyjin]

next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who really didn’t think the date through, as he now has to figure out who will watch yuji during the weekend. if the scenario were different, he would’ve asked you, but since you’re the one he’s taking out, he can’t. he thinks he should cancel it and plan it out better but doesn’t want you to think he’s careless or impulsive, so he plans a romantic dinner at home. that way, he can still keep his word and watch yuji at the same time.

next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who thinks a romantic date at home is a dinner in his backyard, decorated with fairy lights, flowers that yuji picked from the garden as the centerpiece, and the most expensive wine sukuna could afford. to say he wasn’t nervous would be a lie. he spent a good 30 minutes purging his closet because he wasn’t sure if wearing a suit was too much or not. yuji sat on his bed, watching his uncle/dad show him potential outfit choices, facepalming and shaking his head at every single one until sukuna finally decided to wear the suit.

next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who hasn’t felt this nervous in his life at all. he sits on the couch with yuji as they watch spongebob, his heart pounding as he glances at the clock above the tv. biting his nails nervously, he starts to think you won’t show up. just as those thoughts begin to consume him, the doorbell rings. both his and yuji’s heads shoot up as they look at each other before he gets off the couch and makes his way to the door, silently praying that wearing a suit wasn’t too much. but when he opens the door and sees you standing there in a pink sundress, he swears he’s fallen in love at the mere sight of you. quickly clearing his throat, he greets you. “glad you could make it,” he says, trying his best to maintain his usual nonchalant and snarky attitude. but the way you’re smiling at him—it could melt an iceberg, let alone him.

next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who is about to say something else as he walks behind you while you make your way into the house when yuji runs up to you and hugs your lower legs. “ms. l/n!” he says excitedly. sukuna watches the scene in front of him with heart eyes, feeling a warmth he hasn’t felt in a long time. the way yuji loves you fills him with so much happiness, especially knowing how much you’ve been there for them during these hard times. yuji grabs your hand and tells you to close your eyes before eagerly dragging you to the backyard. you follow his lead, curious but not expecting much. when you open your eyes, you’re met with the sight of a beautiful backyard, dimly lit with fairy lights. you can’t help but gasp as you take it all in, your heart swelling with surprise and admiration.

“you did all of this?” you ask, turning to sukuna. he stands there with a smug but proud look on his face, clearly pleased with himself.

“sure did,” he says, making his way toward you and placing a hand on your lower back. “right this way,” he adds, his voice smooth as he guides you to the table set up in the middle of the backyard.

next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who takes a seat in front of you, watching as you admire his backyard. “wow, sukuna, i honestly didn’t expect all of this,” you admit, a small smile spreading across your face as you glance around. yuji runs back into the house, only to return moments later with a piece of paper in his hands.

“what? you didn’t think i was a romantic guy?” sukuna teases, his tone light. before you can respond, yuji interrupts, holding up the paper proudly.

“this is the menu!” he announces, placing it in front of you. the “menu” is just scribbles, but as yuji’s teacher, you can easily make out the words.

“wow, spaghetti with house-made sauce?!” you exclaim, pretending to be amazed, and yuji giggles, his face lighting up with pride.

sukuna leans in slightly, his expression half curious, half amused. “you can actually read that little brat’s writing?” he asks, clearly impressed.

rolling your eyes playfully, you respond, “yes, and don’t call him that.”

sukuna chuckles, leaning back in his chair. “whatever you say,” he replies, standing up moments later. “now, if you’ll excuse me, i have to help the head chef. he’s particularly short,” he jokes, smirking as he walks off. his comment earns a giggle from you, and you nod, settling back in your seat as sukuna follows yuji into the house to get the so called spaghetti with house-made sauce

next door neighbour dilfsukuna! who spends the rest of the night completely captivated by you. he notices everything-the way you pick up your fork, the way your lips part as you take a bite, the way you chew so delicately, and the way you cover your mouth with your hand when speaking or laughing. his gaze lingers on your eyes and lips, and he catches you shyly avoiding his stare, which only makes you more endearing to him. he's utterly mesmerized and determined to kiss you at least once before the night is over.

as midnight approaches, you help sukuna tuck yuji into bed, the little boy fighting sleep because he doesn't want to miss any more time with his favorite teacher.

"i'll see you on monday, yuji," you say softly to him. his sleepy eyes light up as his uncle carries him on his hip.

"you promise?" yuji asks, sticking his pinky out toward you.

you chuckle and intertwine your pinky with his. "yes, yuji, i promise," you say, following sukuna as he walks into the house with yuji in his arms. after tucking him in, you both quietly leave the room, making your way to the front door.

"i had a really good time, sukuna," you say shyly, absentmindedly twirling a strand of your hair between your fingers. sukuna smiles at the sight of you, looking so cute and beautiful.

"i had a good time too," he says, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone as he steps closer. "y/n," he says your name softly, almost like a whisper.

you look up at him with doe eyes and nod.

"yes, sukuna?"

"may i kiss you?" he asks, his cheeks flushing a faint pink, matching the hue of his hair.

you involuntarily gasp but quickly catch your composure, nodding as your gaze drops to his lips. sukuna leans in, one hand gently resting on your waist while the other cradles your cheek.

"have i ever mentioned how beautiful you are?" he murmurs, his forehead pressing against yours. before you can answer, he closes the gap, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that is both soft and rough, filled with unspoken feelings. his hand on your cheek slides to your waist, pulling you closer as your arms wrap around his neck.

after what feels like an eternity, he pulls back slightly, his lips hovering mere inches from yours as you both catch your breath.

"i'd love to see you again," he says, his voice hopeful, his eyes searching yours.

"it's a date then," you reply with a smile, your heart racing as you look into his eyes.

should i just turn this into a fic? ><

[merakiui]

i lied. so maybe i am a sebek fan like that,,,,

just thinking of sebek bringing you home for the holidays and preparing to introduce you to his family. his parents adore you, especially his mother, who cannot stop squishing your cheeks or commenting about how you're just the sweetest! and his father is just as kind and welcoming, gently teasing sebek who is so obviously fond of you. but his grandfather........ it caused quite the stir when his mother wished to marry his father, and sebek is already awkward and self-conscious enough being only half fae. he suspects baul will disapprove, albeit quietly so as not to disturb the peace of the holidays. but it's obvious in his actions that he's still not very fond of the idea of welcoming yet another human into the family bloodline.

sebek tells you this is just how his grandfather is and to not take it to heart. you know bits and pieces about the war he fought in from sebek, who tells the same tales his grandfather once shared, and they're all so impressive. you try to be understanding even though it's been years since that war and all has settled and changed for the better. it's a new era. humans and fae coexist peacefully and happily. but baul won't hear it. not from a human.

so you try to navigate this tense situation. sebek's siblings make things lighthearted, as do his parents, but there's always that feeling when you rest your head on the pillow and shut your eyes that you will never be enough in baul's eyes because you're human, and you can't change that. he can grumble all he wants, sebek will whisper to you as you cuddle close in his bed, but nothing is going to change his feelings for you. sebek loves you. and it's a wonderful reminder that soothes your heart. even so... you want to be on pleasant terms with baul.

just,,, maybe everyone else is preparing the holiday meal or setting the table and you're left alone. maybe you're flipping through a photo album or looking at the framed photos on the wall while you wait. baul who happens upon you and you try to take your leave, but then he starts talking about the memories associated with those photos and you linger because this is a first. pointing out the ones of his daughter and sharing all of the fond memories he has, and you realize he really does love his family. he's just stubborn (like a certain someone you know).

maybe you even share some of your own family memories from your world. baul who listens intently and it's the first time you find yourself having an cordial interaction with him. maybe even getting him to smile a bit when you mention sebek and how hard he works at school and how you're so grateful to be able to be here with him and meet his family.

shaking hands with him afterwards, and it's a very stiff handshake. but it's the thought that counts. and of course the moment is soon spoiled when you catch sebek's family, who were all peeking and listening in during your little moment, silently cheering you on LOL. baul who scoffs and gets flustered just like sebek and it's so silly to see their similarities.

slowly but surely, baul warms up to you.

100 pulls for sebek and i’m not even a sebek fan like that…………

[der-schweizer]

There's my portal

As i said on @bet-on-me-13 'Where is my portal' post, here is my short about their idea. please enjoy.

Danny sipped his coffee, slowly shuffling towards his lab. It had been a long time since he had a ‘run on two coffees and some ecto’ weekend but here he was, Monday morning, on his way to work.

He really wanted to be in bed but he had bills to pay.

Quietly he shuffled into his lab, which he found oddly drafty and oddly bright, considering he hadn’t turned on the lights yet. After flicking them on he moved on towards his desk, passing a big gaping hole in the wall and—

Danny paused, shuffled backwards a bit and then looked at the place where his portal used to be. For a long moment he just looked, then did a slow blink and took another sip of coffee.

After making sure that his portal, including parts of the wall, were really gone, he let out a sigh and held his face. “Who the fuck stole my door?”

With a sigh he pushed his bangs out of his face and walked to his PC, to check the security footage of his Cameras. For once it wasn’t Vlad who stole his shit, Vlad at least had the courtesy to leave a note that he ‘borrowed’ something. It was safe to say that he was surprised to find the footage gone. There weren't many people that could hack through Tucker's programing.

Danny sat there, looking at the black screen of his PC for a long moment before thinking aloud. “Okay, we have one or more people who can; One, break through Tuckers firewalls. Two, physically move a portal weighing around ten tons and, Three, knows their way around Arcane Runes so as to not cause a mass ghost invasion.”

He thought about it for a minute before throwing his hands up. “Fuck this, I’m just going to use the other side to find it.” He got out of his chair before transforming. 

Danny focused his power into one of his fingers before poking the air in front of him, the tip of it pierced the fabric of space which he then used to rip it open. He quickly flew through the tear before it sealed again. Despite Wulf teaching him how to do it he still sucked at it, which was the main reason he built his portal.

Once in the Zone he looked around for it. He found it after over two hours of searching, which only served to piss him off to the point where he began muttering curses under his breath.

Standing in front of it, he gave it a quick inspection. After inspecting the Runes, Danny had to admit that, whoever had stolen it, knew his way around them. They pretty much locked out anyone not authorized and or approved by the Caster. Too bad for them, Danny had the ‘Masterkey’ and went through anyway.

John Constantine was holding his face, quietly counting to ten. Neither smoking nor drinking would help in this situation. After reaching fifty he ran his hands over his head, looking at the assembled brigade of idiots in front of him.

“Okay, let me get this straight.” He started, “You,” he pointed at Batman, “found an ‘unknown energy signature’ and went to investigate. Then you found a high security lab with had an active portal to ‘who knows where’ and your first decision was to fucking steal it?!?!”

Superman moved forward, opening his mouth to counter but Constantine didn't let him. “AND you moron helped him steal it, not to mention you!” he pointed at flash, “Help install it here, in the watchtower, without telling anyone from JLD about it?”

Flash looked a bit sheepish at him. “Well, in my defense I didn’t know it was stolen.”

Constantine wanted to bash his head against the next closest bulkhead, maybe that would help.

“Okay, okay.” Constantine facepalmed, trying to stop the aneurysm from building up more.

A deep chill suddenly filled the air and sent goosebumps all over his back, “Oh this is just getting better and better.” Constantine reached into his pocket for a warding charm, before turning around and swearing. He stopped swearing when he saw who had come through. “Oh, hey Phantom.”

“Constantine, why the fuck did you steal my portal?” Danny wasn’t even pissed anymore. He knew the English drunktard too well to blame him. Granted he was obnoxious, didn’t pay back his debt and came whenever it suited him, but Danny liked the man. He didn’t exasperate problems and always did what was necessary.

“Look, I didn’t.” He then threw a thumb over his shoulder, “Those morons did.”

“Constantine, do you know this entity?” Batman already looked on high alert.

“Excuse you! I have a name. And that is my Portal. Explain why it isn't where it is supposed to be.”

“The sensors of the Watchtower found an unknown energy signature, upon investigation we found an unsecured pathway to a different dimension, so we secured it.”

Danny stared at Batman for a solid minute, then simply said, “Oh I'm going to sue your ass so hard your grandkids will feel it.”