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tojivu · 7 months

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# OFFICE HOURS ‣ GOJO SATORU

✰ — author’s note i feel so guilty bc gojo is literally the only character i write for LOL anyway this is an old draft from months ago. idk why this is so long im so horrendously down bad for this fucking snowman.

✰ — cw / tags arrogant ceo!gojo x secretary f!reader, sfw, not rly enemies to lovers bc gojo has fat feelings, gojo satoru being a billionaire playboy

✰ — playing death & taxes by daniel caesar.

✰ — word count ~3k LOL

nothing about gojo satoru really strikes you as the serious type.

even in a professional environment, your boss always has a carefree demeanour. his laugh is so nauseatingly loud that you can hear it from outside the office, and you wonder how someone as busy as him manages through his day; much less with a positive attitude. you take one look at his schedule, and you want to vomit with the way you hardly see any gaps between appointments.

you suppose you could learn that from him. it's his only good quality.

you admit that he's likeable, on surface level. there's a reason why you detest him, though: as his closest colleague, you know him way more than you would prefer. most people would think such a well to do man like satoru would have a wife by his side, but that's unfortunately not the case. you almost feel more miserable than him—because now you're forced to be the listening ear and comforting hand at his beck and call.

you think he'd be just fine if he was just a little more humble. he has a nice face. it's his fault for being so stuck up. you know how many women ask him out—painfully aware, actually.

'they just aren't suited to my taste,' he would say to you. 'i need someone that makes me feel alive.'

one time, gojo even asked you to bail him out of a date—something about the way she held her fork and knife disturbed him, and you were expected to show up at the restaurant and act as if there was an emergency.

'i'm so sorry, sweetheart. i have to go, duty calls.' his disgustingly charming tone made you want to slap him then and there.

she called him again the following week, and he completely forgot who she was. he didn't even save her number.

the sheer number of people asking him out had stroked his ego so hard that gojo firmly believes no woman is deserving enough. he rambles on and on to you about how snobby some of them seem, and it takes everything in you to bite your tongue when he does. 'takes one to know one,' you would say, if not for your job at stake.

you think gojo satoru is full of himself. you are a strong believer of that. a witness, as well—it's not like he didn't try his way with you, too. unlike the women he ranted about, you turned him down every single time.

it's been a long while since any of that has happened, though. the most recent ordeal was months ago, but that didn't inherently mean that people stopped asking him out: it just meant that he was rejecting every single offer.

it's a thursday morning when you find yourself eating a sandwich you purchased on the way to work, at your desk—wondering when the big boss will finally arrive. the clock read 9 a.m., and you're expecting an extravagant "good morning!" to surprise you any moment now.

just then, you notice mr. conceited walk in: except something is different. he has no stride in his step. there was no good morning. there was no playful teasing directed at you as he walked past your desk and into his office, not that you were complaining—it was just strange.

you stand up, a mouthful of your sandwich still being chewed. you take a big sip of water and fix your skirt and blouse, making sure your hair is presentable—before swiftly making your way into his office.

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"i cannot believe this." he mumbles. you're standing in front of his desk, but he's not facing your direction.

gojo's chair is turned to the giant window that overlooks the business district, and he's gazing out of it thoughtfully. you think this is the cheesiest thing you've seen him do.

you can see how disheveled his hair was, even from where you were standing. you don't want to irritate him further, in case teasing you was still on his to-do list that day.

"what is it, mr. gojo?"

he swivels his chair around, and he is a mess—just what could have he been up to?

"i woke up late today."

"you're the boss, mr. gojo. you can come in any time you want—"

"not the point." he interrupts you. "i forgot my lunch. i was in the car, with the driver, on the way here already. . . and then i realised i left my donuts at home."

gojo's face is absolutely distraught. he looks like he's gone through a divorce and had his house set on fire with how he stands up dramatically—his hands now on his desk. you open your mouth to speak, but he shuts you up by talking again.

"i didn't want to inconvenience him. i'm too thoughtful, miss y/n."

you want to scoff, but you bite your tongue and hold back.

"so i got out of the car and ran back for it," gojo recounts. "i arrived home after the treacherous journey—only to discover that my donuts are gone."

you feign an expression of shock, just to humour him; he gives you an 'i know right' look, and continues his nonsensical story.

"the maids threw them away, miss y/n."

you can't help yourself: you let a small giggle slip through your lips. you quickly use your hand to cover your mouth, thinking of a quick excuse.

you cough. you pretend to, at least—but gojo satoru is not stupid.

no, maybe a little. though, not enough to be convinced of your terrible acting.

"nothing about this is funny."

you nod, looking down at the floor. "i apologise, mr. gojo, but it's just a few donuts. i'm sure someone in the office could fetch some for you."

"yes, i agree." he says, and you shift your gaze from the marble tiling of his office to his face. his hair is a mess, yes—but he still looks revoltingly handsome. his eyes are piercing through yours, and pieces of hair cover his face in just the right places.

you're staring a little too long and gojo finds his pulse quickening with the eye contact—but the spell he has you under is soon broken when he clears his throat.

you quickly look away, embarrassed that you were caught staring at your boss, by your boss.

"you'll pick some up for me, yeah?" his smooth and silky voice echoes through the empty space of his office.

you look at him again, and there's a gentle smile on his face; one you're all too familiar with.

you're aware of satoru's charismatic nature, his playboy-ish attitude, and all sorts of tricks he uses to make women fall head over heels for him. that didn't mean you were completely resistant to them, though—you find yourself playing with the sleeves of your blouse, your ears beginning to redden. "of course," is all you manage to say.

at least you were self-aware.

your mind was rational. should gojo satoru try to hit on you for the nth time—all it took was some self discipline to say no, and you'd like to think you had plenty.

you think the conversation is done with the way he doesn't speak another word, so you turn on your heels and make your way out of the office.

just as you touch the handle of the door, your boss adds: "i'll come with you."

you turn back to him, confused. you didn't need your boss babysitting you for a donut run, you knew his favourite flavours—it's all he ever insists on buying for lunch. "there's no need for that, mr. gojo."

satoru shakes his head in disapproval. "you don't even know my favourite flavours, miss y/n."

that was a blatant lie. he knew you knew. you were his personal donut grabber for a few months up until august, and it was only october. you suppose that it would've continued on if not for your complaints about the long lines in the morning.

nevertheless, you don't argue with him. gojo satoru was the type to get what he wants, when he wants, if he really wants it.

you smile at his disregard for the months you spent as his errand runner, and how idiotic the excuse he just used was. satoru knows he's lying through his teeth, and your smile makes him more nervous than your eye contact.

so nervous, in fact, that he takes back what he just said. "unless. . . you're fine by yourself."

you're surprised that gojo's confidence is dissipating, or that it could even fade at all. you can tell with the way he's avoiding your eye contact, exactly how you evaded his earlier—the red on the tips of his ears are much too obvious in contrast to his hair.

"i don't mind," you respond a bit too quicker than appropriate. "mr. gojo."

gojo curses himself mentally, thinking about how stupid he must sound. he's usually the one making people nervous, but he doesn't know why it's different when you look at him like that.

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the atmosphere is deafening in gojo's favourite bakery. you always knew he had a sweet tooth, so you expected his choice to be a spectacular one—and you weren't disappointed.

you had personally visited this bakeshop before, and the confectionery was truly as good as people made it out to be; it proved evident in the amount of people crammed into this small establishment. though, you can't tell if it was for the food or for your boss, with the way most pairs of eyes are turned in his direction.

you two spend a good five seconds looking at the menu before gojo states his order, which was exactly what you thought it would be—the lady at the cashier smiles a bit too long at satoru, before asking: "eating in?"

you want to open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it. "of course."

it was still very well your work day. he (or maybe you and him, considering you helped him plan seventy percent of his appointments) had a meeting in 3 hours to prepare for. you think this donut adventure is already unnecessary enough—but here he is, suggesting to waste even more time eating the donuts in the bakery itself.

"we have a meeting in a bit, though. you could eat it in your office."

he looks at you with a confused look, as if he forgot that there was a meeting at all—because he did forget. gojo gasps, turning back to the lady and retracting his previous statement.

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gojo eats his donuts agonisingly slow and no conversation is initiated.

you're alternating between staring at both your laptops and the swirls on the wooden desk, unable to say anything because you didn't plan for such an occasion: an eating donuts with your admittedly handsome boss that makes you nervous while simultaneously planning for an important meeting occasion.

"miss y/n, you should try some."

you shift your eyes from the table to gojo, and he's holding a small piece of his donut to your lips: the powdered sugar practically calling your name.

"it's fine, i ate earlier," you decline his generous offer. "you should eat."

"i'm not asking you to eat all of them, miss y/n." he smiles at you. "just a bite. it's really good, y'know."

you sigh, reaching for his hand to take it from him—but he swiftly pulls it away and shakes his head. "open your mouth."

you feel the tips of your ears burning, blood rushing to your cheeks and you wonder how the girls he takes out manage themselves when he's like this—you've worked with him for so long, yet you can't recall a time when his gaze wouldn't make you shudder.

you think you'd stutter if you spoke one more word to him, so you save yourself from the embarrassment and bare with his request.

he feeds you the piece of sugar-coated donut, and you're sure you have powder on the corners of your lips with how it's width barely fits into your mouth.

you chew and swallow, feeling the residue of sugar on your skin.

"do you have any tissues?" you ask him, a serious expression plastered onto your face.

gojo tries to suppress the chuckle itching to escape his throat—the sugar on your lips and cheeks catch him off guard, and after a few seconds he can't help but let a small laugh slip. you stand up from your chair, scanning the room for any boxes of tissues you could lay your hands on.

he stands up as well, shaking his head—still giggling.

"it's not funny," you frown, and the smile on his face only grows wider—you're too cute for your own good when you sulk. "stop laughing."

you're not sure if you want to punch him or let him giggle to himself. for some reason, seeing you embarrassed is a great cause of joy to him. you can't bring yourself to tell him to shut up; you always imagine doing just that, it's strange how you couldn't muster the courage just when you needed it most.

"it's quite funny," gojo's laughter eventually calms down.

he leans closer to you and his right hand gently holds the side of your jaw—he uses his thumb to gently wipe the sugar off your cheek, and then your lips. "i got it."

his thumb stays on your bottom lip after dusting the sugar away. his pupils are locked onto the surface of your lips, which were glossy in the harsh light of his office: they looked so soft.

before long, they trail up your face until he's looking directly into your eyes: and this time you're not nervous, you don't look away, and your heart is completely calm.

satoru's fingers are easy on your skin. he handles you like fragile glass, as if he doesn't want to break you: and it's the same for the way he looks at you. gentle.

you're reluctant to speak because the way satoru has his thumb on your bottom lip sends shivers down your spine. you feel breathless.

you don't want this feeling to leave, not just yet.

a few seconds of tension pass. his hand moves back to your jaw, and your nervousness returns when gojo satoru leans his tall figure even closer to you; his head tilting ever so slightly.

it's a random thursday morning when you discover a few more good qualities gojo satoru possesses: his lips and his hands. maybe the way he kisses, too—it's slow and precise, unlike his attitude. he tastes sickeningly sweet and it makes you want to savour this moment even more.

you promised yourself you wouldn't fall victim to gojo satoru. yet, you just can't pull away: instead finding yourself slithering your arms around his neck and your chest pressing against his.

gojo's hands are wandering down to your waist and he's desperate to have you as close to him as possible, showing in the way he tries to close the already small gap between you two.

it takes only a fraction of a second for a small thought to form in your mind: just how many women have been in this position?

you quickly forget about that thought, though—you think it's pointless to regret it now, gojo satoru kisses you too good to be full of remorse.

gojo thinks he could stay like this: kiss you all morning, afternoon and pay you overtime if it meant he could be this close to you for just a bit longer.

there's hints of neediness in gojo's touch—as if he'd been waiting for this forever, wanting to relish it before it ends. his few seconds of bliss don’t last very long though, because you're soon pulling away—gasping for air.

he sighs mockingly, his hands sliding down from your waist to your hips. "can't last longer than 10 seconds, miss y/n?"

of course he would say some cocky shit like that—you'd forgotten for a minute that this was the same, arrogant mr. gojo you always knew, and no kiss (however heavenly) was going to change that.

"i'm sorry that i don't go on dates with every man that breathes."

gojo smirks at you after you say those words. "come on. just because i go on dates with people, doesn't mean i kiss them like this."

"sure you don't." your jealousy shows a bit too much in your reply, and he finds himself smiling even harder.

"is someone jealous?" he teases you again, rubbing circles with his thumb against the flesh of your hips.

you feel flustered, knowing that you're definitely done for now—he saw right through you. "nobody is jealous, mr. gojo."

"stop it with the formality. just call me satoru."

"it's still office hours. it's only polite."

gojo rolls his eyes, sighing in the process. you grin a little at him, knowing that this was the first thing you denied him of today—complying with the donuts and the kissing was already spoiling him enough.

"then i suppose there's only after work," there's his nauseatingly charming voice again—low and smooth. he knows exactly what he's doing to you, and you know it too. "i'm off after 6."

you think long and hard about whether you want to be mean and add this to the list of things you've declined to do for him. the ratio was starting to get really unbalanced—but you remember the way his hands touch you and how his lips greet yours so lovingly: and you think that there's no point turning back now.

"my boss doesn't let me off until after 8, though." you try to poke at his buttons—you put on a fake pout, knowing you’ll accept his invitation anyway—but gojo satoru is eternally patient when it came to things he sincerely desired.

"fuck your boss." he says, "he'll be fine with it."

you laugh at his response. you never thought you would see the day gojo curses at himself, after all, he's so self-obsessed: but you suppose you've seen—and tasted—parts of him that you never knew existed.

"then i'll see you at 6, mr. gojo."

what was the harm in discovering more?

230323 — i kinda hate this but.. wtv… anyway i couldn’t be bothered to proofread have my brainrot of gojo in a suit Mmmm yumyum

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satoruxx · 10 months

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congrats on 200 followers!!

im thinking of hsr blade + reader who keeps throwing him corny science-y pickup lines :3

examples:

"if i had to choose between DNA and RNA, i'd choose RNA because it has U in it"

"are you an arrhythmia? because you just made my heart skip a beat"

"are you rheumatoid arthritis? because you make me feel weak in the knees"

(inspired by @/nathan_fang_'s science rizz on ig, theyre absolute gold)

pairing: blade x reader | 1.3k+ words summary: all fluff and crack, just a teensy tiny bit suggestive at the end but it's harmless, blade is TIRED, classic sunshine x grump trope bc we all secretly love it hehe a/n: AHHHH hello anon! this was so much fun to write omg !! blade is such a grump i love him. i don't know if i did him justice though lol. i really wanna pull for him but i spent all my savings on luocha sobs. anyways thank you thank you for your support and i hope you enjoy this <33

blade didn't mind working in pairs. normally, he worked well with the teammates he had. following kafka's plans usually ended with a success, and even as irritating as silver wolf could be, she had enough knowledge in her brain to get them out of sticky situations. he definitely didn't mind working with either of them.

you on the other hand, blade was unsure of. ok yes, in your defense, he knew that you were quite intelligent. you were well-versed in the lifestyles of many different galaxies, and you were the type of person who liked to research as much as you could before you stepped foot on a new planet. so the first day blade met you, he did truly believe you were a mature, all-knowing researcher joining the stellaron hunters.

that was before, though. while you still did come off as all-knowing, he now knew you were far from mature.

"will you please quit it?"

you grin cheekily, watching him pace back and forth in front of the locked door you both were hiding behind, on the look out for guards. his red eyes dart back and forth between the door and you as you sit at one of the computers, extracting some files for the mission.

"i'm just saying you could try to smile more, blade."

he scoffs, eyes lingering on you and your annoying grin for a second longer. "nothing to smile about in my life."

you snort, shaking your head as you absentmindedly tap at the screen. "well that's dramatic. you just need something to make you laugh."

"I don't see any funny people around here." he sneers, eyes narrowed as he shoots you a sarcastic grin. you place your hand on your heart in mock offense.

"i'll have you know i am very funny!" you say defensively, shooting him a glare. blade only raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

"sure thing. because everything you've ever said has got me positively giggling. now will you shut up and work faster so we can get out of here?"

a mirthless smile graces your face as you narrow your eyes at him in retaliation. "you just have no sense of humor." you mutter, turning back to the screen. blade rolls his eyes before resuming his lookout, though his gaze does wander back to you more times than he cares to admit. the room is silent save for the occasional clicks of the software you were accessing, and for a second blade thinks he misses the sound of your talking, but he pushes that thought aside.

you somehow seem to pick up on it though, because you speak up again. "hey blade?"

"what?"

"are you rheumatoid arthritis?"

he can't see your face with your back turned to him, and he seems to think you're seriously asking him a question, because he frowns and begins to speak. "are you stupid? do you mean to say do i have rheumatoid arthritis? because, you know that i do not-"

"because you make me feel weak in the knees!"

there's a tense silence as he stares at you, his brain trying to process what you just said. when it clicks his lips curl into a sneer and he groans.

"aeons, will you please shut up? you are so stupid why am i stuck here-"

"hey blade, if you were an element you'd be francium because you're the most attractive!"

his clicks his tongue as you giggle, finally standing up and making your way over to him after downloading all the data you needed. you peer at him mischievously, eyes scanning over his sour expression. "what, not even a smile? tough crowd."

he scoffs, opening the door and ushering you out in front of him so that he can keep an eye on you. "what, that was your strategy? stupid nerdy pick up lines? try harder."

"you're underestimating my resolve, bladie. i will get you."

he hums absentmindedly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at you as he peers down halls for any enemies before sending you the signal to keep walking.

you clear your throat, and he sighs as you begin your inane antics once more. "you must be a good benzene ring because you are so aromatic!"

"stop it right now."

"you must be made of uranium and iodine, because i can see U and I together!"

he pauses, eyes narrowing as a weird tumble occurs in his chest. he glares down at you from the corner of his eyes, trying his best not to dwell on it because aeons above you were just being stupid. he hears you laugh under your breath, and he's about to scold you once more before he hears voices approaching.

"shut up. guards." he orders quietly, pulling your arm back so that you're now hiding behind the wall with him. he watches them carefully, scarlet eyes scanning for any sudden movements as he keeps you behind him. suddenly he feels your finger poke at his bicep as you whisper:

"are you a carbon sample? because i really wanna date you!"

blade feels his face grow hot as he glares at you angrily. he immediately turns around and presses a bandaged hand over your mouth, leaning in close to hiss at you. "you idiot. didn't i say shut up? they're right there!"

you reach up to pull his hand away from your face, though your fingers continue to hold his as you give him another cheeky smile.

"ooh," you whisper dramatically, grinning at his close proximity. "are you a heart arrhythmia? because you just made my heart skip a beat!"

blade's eyes dart all over your face, and he ignores the way that it feels like his brain is short-circuiting since it's probably just because of how reckless you're being. instead he just opts for rolling his eyes and clamping his hand back over your mouth. you let him this time, though he can still tell you're smiling by the way your eyes crinkle.

as soon as the coast is clear, he's leading you back to the ship without a word. the entire way there, you continue to drop more of your stupid lines, and he only gives you annoyed groans in response.

by the time you both are safely back, he's had enough of you.

"-you have 11 protons? because you're sodium fine!" you giggle, and blade's eye twitches once before he's turning around and getting in your face once more. his eyes bore into yours as he smirks.

"oh yeah? if i was an enzyme, i'd be dna helicase, just so that i could unzip your genes." he says, keeping his voice even as he stares at you.

your jaw drops, face heating up at the unexpected turn of events as you stumble over a response. "w-wait, you-!"

"what? you've been yapping my ear off about how great our chemistry is. don't you think we should do some biology together too?" he smirks, red eyes lighting up as he takes in your flustered expression.

"well that's not what i-!" you pause, breath hitching as he leans closer and brushes a strand of loose hair out of your eyes. he chuckles under his breath, peering at you through his bangs.

"damn. you must be an alkali metal. one touch and already highly reactive, huh?"

"blade!" you hiss, eyes darting away from him and he finally relents, pulling back to watch you with an amused grin. you clear your throat, almost like you know how caught off guard you look. "i have to go...report to kakfa."

he bites back a grin, watching you leave through the dark strands of his hair. so flustered that you didn't even realize that in the end you did get him to smile? how amusing.

he laughs quietly to himself, shaking his head. maybe, just maybe, he could try to ask elio to make you his partner permanently.

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romanarose · 2 months

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2000 followers!!!!

Graphic by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog 🥰🥰

Wow, I'm in tears y'all I can't believe I'm at 2k!!!!!

I'll be straight up, the 1k celebration was a lot ;-;

And with school, I can't commit to a whole lot especially writing things for people who don't interact with my shit at all. So, I decided to do something specific

My talent lies in series more than one shots. It's where I shine. So I think the celebration will be centered more around my different universes! Acceptable universes will be listened an linked at the bottom.

Here's how to participate!

Fuck Marry Kiss

Pic 3 canon characters or OC's from any universes. If you say "Marc Spector" Specify if its from Seattle or Sunshine. Make sure I know which series bc there slightly different characterizations sometimes. Same with reader. MOST of my readers have a nickname like Little One or Madonna. Example: FMK: IYWBW Santi, Lorenzo, and Puppy Girl reader

2. Bonus chapter or thoughts (or thots)

Ever wanted to know how Zach and Lorenzo fell in love? Ever wondered what Jana and Will's friendship is like? Wanted to see what Guard Dog! Joel and Reader do for fun? Now is your chance! Please be clear if you're looking for thoughts or an organized chapter. Example: Can I please request a scene with how Santi calms down Laci when she has PTSD now that's she's a few years into healing? Example 2: Was wondering if you had some random thoughts of what shows Jake and Sam have watched together over the years?

3. Crossovers!

Want two characters from different universes to meet? Have a cross story ship? Think two readers or OC's would be besties? Think a pair of characters would be fun in a different AU? Come on over!

Example (From Fen): Leather and Lace Santi and Laci meet The Wrong Way Joel and Little one

Example 2 (Also from Fen): What if Sam met Becca.

Example 3: I think Angela from Blessed be the Fruit would absolutely love Candy and they should date.

Acceptable universes to ask for fics or crossovers from:

If You Wanna Be Wild (Santiago Garcia x Latina!Reader/OC x Javier Pena) with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside (Steven Grant x OC x Marc Spector) Seattle (Marc Spector x Jewish!OC) Leather and Lace Universe (Santiago Garcia x OC, Frankie Morales x AfroLatina!OC, William Miller x Vietnamese!OC, Ben Miller x M!OC) Awakening (Reader x all 4, IronPope, FishBen) Darkness on the Edge of Town (Joel Miller x reader, no age gap) DBF!Joel Miller Holiday Fucks (Joel Miller x reader, large age gap) Pieces from my dark side blog @romana-after-dark are allowed too. I have 2k followers here but Ill want to open the worlds in here to the event.

The Wrong Way (Dark!Joel Miller x reader, Dark!Tommy Miller x reader DDDNE) Guard Dog (Dark!Joel Miller x Dark!reader) Blessed Be the Fruit (Dark!Joel Miller x darkish!reader) Puppy Girl (dark!Joel Miller x reader, pet play) Room's on Fire (Reader x Santiago, Francisco, Will, Ben, FishBen, FishPope)

If you have other ideas, just ask!!!

Spring Break is coming up so im excited to do some of these and my commissions!

I CANNOT thank my lovely followers enough for all this!!! I love writing so fucking much and many have reached out to me about fics being healing for them

so, thank you. I mean it. Man of these stories, like LaL universe or TWW have been healing for me, processing a lot of feelings through them and i pu tmy heart and soul into my stories, so it makes me so happy and proud yall want to read.

#romana's 2000 follower celebration #triple frontier #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #santiago garcia #jake lockley #joel miller #moon knight fanfiction #tlou #the last of us fanfiction #triple frontier fan fiction #dark joel #dark joel miller #santiago garcia x reader #follower celebration #romana is blessed

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night-dark-woods · 23 days

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ok Exordia review time (not spoiler free!) since i finished it a few days ago. this is long and rambling and unedited.

4/5 i love Seth's writing and im glad they got to play with scifi again BUT i think they needed a better editor OR to split it more cleanly into sections- in one of the interviews they said it was originally a series of novellas each from a single POV, and i think the constraint of that would have made it a much tighter story.

one of the best things about their Destiny lore is how much they do with so little- thinking of this section from the Beyond Light CE:

Disaster at the worksite. Clearly we will not be moving Clarity Control like we did the K1 artifact. It reacted violently to the attempt. I have entered 19 casualties into the log, since 19 engineers from the Hannu team were caught in its reaction...though there were many more than 19 bodies when it was finished. I have sequestered the recordings. Especially the sensorium telemetry. Quite upsetting. Yet I do not believe it was an act of hostility. Even this outburst carried themes of duplication...as if Clarity Control wanted to show it could help me.

which i was originally thinking of as a first run at Blackbird, but i think these may have been simultaneous? i'm not actually sure. i know Exordia was started after the first Baru book was published, but i'm not sure how much lead time there is for the CEs.

or the clarity of Unveiling compared to a lot of what felt like similar ideas that took much longer to get thru in Exordia. primes. pink noise. math. alright lets fucking gooo oh wait. five more pages of ethics first. okay sure i'll do that for ya Seth bc i love your prose. which also. a) conway game of life mentioned!!! b) this part from Exordia made me LOSE MY MIND:

But that was impossible. The whole universe came from the same source: the same designers. I was part of one of them. If I could only remember... We were arguing, I think. Or maybe we were the argument, because gods cannot do things, they can only be them. We were in contest over the morality of infinities: the cardinality of all possible souls measured against the mere infinity of souls to ever be born...

(this is the part from Unveiling, for the optimistically two people who will read this who haven't read Destiny lore):

Once upon a time,* a gardener and a winnower lived** together in a garden.*** * It was once before a time, because time had not yet begun. ** We did not live. We existed as principles of ontological dynamics that emerged from mathematical structures, as bodiless and inevitable as the primes. *** It was the field of possibility that prefigured existence. They existed, because they had to exist. They had no antecedent and no constituents, and there is no instrument of causality by which they could be portioned into components and assigned to some schematic of their origin. If you followed the umbilical of history in search of some ultimate atavistic embryo that became them, you would end your journey marooned here in this garden.

at the same time, idk what i would remove- at very few points was i reading something that dragged, with the exception of spending a LOT of time with Erik and Clayton in the middle (this is when i put the book down for a month and a half or so). and i know so many people were like sickos.jpg about them However their dynamic did sooo little for me and i don't think Rosamaria was given enough time on the page (and i think having her Be the ship was weird- i recognize that Blackbird needs to have a voice to make the plot go, but i don't think this was the best or neatest way to do it, and collapsed a lot of what i found fundamentally so interesting about Blackbird into something akin to a standard scifi Ship AI).

again i think the restriction of each section of the story being from a single POV might have been the restriction needed to end up with a tighter story- at no point were the multiple plot threads & POVs confusing, per say, but i'm not sure what the structure did for the story bc we could switch to whoever could tell us the most about what was happening whenever convenient, instead of having to piece things together from a limited POV. i'm thinking again of the BLCE, this time the part where Clovis is talking about Maya Sundaresh behaving erratically- i'm no Ishtar group expert but i believe we are supposed to put together that these are all different iterations of her from within the garden). oh- i also wonder if Aixue and Chaya are another run at Maya and Chioma to some degree...

anyway. i also think i am also less the target audience for this book because seth loooves their trolley problems and i simply do not have the patience for it! i loved the hard scifi and the first contact aspects and the character work (Seth's character work is, as always, spectacular. their characters always feel deeply real and flawed in very human ways, while still being exaggerated in the ways characters have to be to function as plot fulcrums), but this isnt something like Baru where i can be like yes you should read this to everyone i talk to.

I think the language in the book is DELIGHTFUL, as always, especially how Seth plays with the idea of an alien translator that sometimes can get an English equivalent to something and sometimes can't! i think that's very fun. because it's on my mind bc ive been listening to the Shelved by Genre episodes on it, it makes me think of Book of the New Sun, and how the "translator" figure of G.W. talks about picking words that are close but they aren't being used like we would use them now- e.g. "metal" in BotNS isnt the same thing we think of as metal! its used more broadly! but its close enough in purpose and point to work just fine. the destriers have horns. i need to know if Seth has read these books.

but back to Exordia. here are some specific prose parts i fucking loved.

this part of the full-page loving, detailed, and technical description of 40 alien nukes detonating in atmosphere:

In the band of thickening atmosphere twenty-five to thirty-five kilometers above the Earth, these gamma rays slam into atoms of oxygen and nitrogen, stripping their orbiting electrons. The orphaned electrons hurtle away at 90 percent of lightspeed. They want to go in a straight line, but hold on now, it's not so easy to leave home. Earth's magnetic field bends their course. They begin to spiral down. When an electron moving near lightspeed has to turn, it emits synchrotron radiation. Poison light. And beneath each bomb there are 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 electrons swerving at once. The result is a blast of electromagnetic noise. No: not noise. A coherent pulse, spiking and faling in harmony. Shiva's own beat drop on electrical civilization. An EMP.

This part. i love Anna and wish we got more of her.

He gives her back her Glock. She accepts it with resignation. "You'd better get your men ready," she says. "It's going to be bad." "Women too," he says, trying for lightness. "The pilot's a woman. We've got a female forward surgeon, a psyops lead, a linguist- she's pretty badass, ran with SEALs in Afghanistan. And Lt. Gainer, she might have some advice for-" "For what?" Anna says calmly. "Advice for what, Erik? How to get killed in a feminine way?"

Seth has such a good and specific way of writing metaphors. a little bit Douglas Adams:

The upshot is: the air around the engine exhaust beam explodes outward with a sound like a tuning fork hit by a Space Shuttle launch. Lung-jellying power. Anything in the beam path suffers the short, severe influence of a needle faster and hotter than a vajra thunderbolt. Anything around the beam eats fireball.

& this part. again. i wish more of the book was Anna and Ssrin's fucked up kismessitude. or whatever.

She slides the barrel of the weapon into the uppermost crater on Ssrin's spine. Slick pain makes Ssrin hiss in psuvoluntary fury: psuvoluntary because it is reflex subject to veto- she could quash it, but the feeling is deliciously wrong, and it is so good to bare her fangs and to unleash that ancient khai instinct of pain-as-motivation. "Questionsss," Ssrin gasps. "I want to know how this story ends." Oh serendura. You'll wish you hadn't asked. You'll wish you'd gone in with your eyes shut and your tongue in your throat so you couldn't smell the poison til it was too late.

which also!!! that's something i love about the Ssrin POV like. Seth is always good at writing aliens and slipping in details that tell us about them. "tongue in your throat" to not smell the poison bc she is a snake alien and smells with her tongue!!! that rules!!!

#bookposting #exordia #this is sooo long sorry #before i reread this i am going to reread blindsight. bc i think a lot of it in in here.#also i cant believe i hadnt even finished exordia when i was writing the gunplay fic. that passage was sitting there waiting for me.#anyway.

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tws for psychosis, drug use (weed), hallucinations, delusions, etc. looking for advice.

just copy/pasting the post i tried to upload to reddit (awaiting mod approval) bc im depserate for any kind of support/solidarity here

Hi, I just had what I think was my first ever 'proper' psychotic break, but I'm struggling to feel validated in what I've experienced. I suffer from Borderline Personality Disorder/EUPD and have a pretty unstable sense of self, so labels to explain my experiences are really important to me, and without them even legitimate experiences of mine I write off as 'fake'. Forgive me if this is the wrong sub for this, but I wasn't really sure where else to go with this.

Last night at 22:45 I took somewhere between 60mg-150mg of gummies (I thought I knew my tolerance with these gummies but now can't remember how many were originally in the 500mg packet - I took 3) as a self-medication thing (I am already aware this is a maladaptive coping mechanism and I am predisposed to addiction, but what's done is done).

I luckily have something of a timeline based on talking to friends through the high. At just before 00:35 I experienced some really intense, graphic intrusive and impulsive thoughts, repreatedly, for maybe 10 minutes or so. Following that I started having visual and tactile hallucinations (ie feeling 'fur' on a flat duvet sheet), and then began what can be best described as 'hearing voices'? My issue with this is that from everything I've read psychotic episodes manifest via one or more of the five senses, and while i experienced some of these symptoms in other ways, the voices were 100% internal. They didn't register as 'hearing' anything, more like a cacophany of people speaking over one another directly into my mind, without being filtered through my body in any way, though what was actually being said was indecipherable. I also knew that they weren't 'real' voices and that I was just 'hearing' things, so it doesn't feel like it was a delusion as such either.

I'm still struggling to cope with ongoing dissociation now (feeling like im standing four feet back inside my head, even though i am simultaneously still looking directly through my eyes, though the voices have since passed, It's currently 20:32 the next day and my symptoms haven't resolved, though they're obviously much more manageable (and I am much more coherent) now.

I guess I'm just looking for any advice anyone is able to offer, sans the obvious (believe me when I say I have no more weed-related plans for a hot minute if ever...), or for literally anyone who is able to share an even slightly comparable experience, because right now I feel... incredibly isolated. Thanks so much.

ETA: I'm also on a number of existing medications (Lamotrigine, Aripiprazole, Pregabalin, Venlafaxine, and Mirtazapine), if that increases/decreases the likelihood of any of this.

#oleaspur.txt #drug use #weed use

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i havent said anything personally on the situation bc im not sure that its my place & not sure what my next move is .

first off shelby has been incredibly brave and as someone who doesn't watch her and hasnt ever, ive felt mostly that it was best for me to be supportive in a quiet way & that it wasnt my place to give my input . most of all i didnt want to reduce her solely to her abuse and "victimhood" as to me it feels extremely counterproductive to post only about that when she is obviously more than what she went through . it felt disingenuous to begin posting about it as if i was someone who's always cared about shubbles content when honestly im not . bc at the end of the day its not about me and its not about her abuser , its about shubble and ive never been a member of her community .

i dont want my silence to be interpreted as me not caring about the situation or not believing her because i do ; i don't want to speak where my voice isnt needed or could take away from others . from some of the responses ive been seeing though i feel its far more important to listen to and boost her voice than be quiet .

i dont want to talk about him because ultimately this is about platforming shelby and what shes gone through . that said i HAVE watched, posted about and supported her all-but-named abuser , so im involved at least on that level and i want to say i am horrified by the abuse shubble has described.

the general reaction to her coming forward i have seen on this site and others , from one end of the spectrum (she hasnt said his name so we cant know / its not that bad / blatant excuses and defense of him) to the other (leaktwt / posts about how hes always been a creep / jumping down the throats of anyone who words their thoughts in a way they deem wrong) has been horrifying to witness . some of the most unproductive commentary ive seen on an issue like this and i was here from cmc to drm .

im deeply upset and feel i should say somewhere that some of the shit ive seen is unacceptable and contradictory to shelbys initial point, which i understand to be 2 things: 1) highlighting how abuse is not always obvious, or 'normal', and ways to recognize these situations as a victim 2) to highlight her own personal experiences and to stop both her own abuser and others from being platformed .

mcytdom is NOTORIOUS for "drama" like this and similarly well-known for being unable to boost / listen to / BELIEVE victims or at least leave them the fuck alone . to anyone who's ever been groomed or abused, esp my mutuals who have received extremely insensitive messages and feedback in wake of this , my heart goes out to you and i hope you are doing alright & know how appreciated and strong you are . shelby, niki, and other victims of abuse should be listened to and celebrated for both their bravery and strength and for who they are as people .

on a more personal note heres ig what im going to do going forward

this is my blog & im not leaving it , wont be deleting any posts either , mutuals id love to stay in touch if youre moving out or moving on .

very likely ill still be here in the smp hell . just gonna have to see how i feel about it all . in the three and a half years ive been drawing reading and writing about these characters a lot has changed including my perspective . ultimately tho its not about me

general message i want to get across is that im glad shelby is healing and getting the help she needs, as well as doing well enough to help others recognize the signs . love you my mutuals and friends and followers . take care of yourselves

#personal #abuse

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Hi I don't know if you've seen the video of Jack and that girl skating tonight yet but it got me thinking. Could you possibly talk about how fans react to Nico and Clementine if that makes sense? How do they find out? unless these are all spoilers of course🙏🏼 Love your stuff!

hi! yes i did see that video which i think is very cute tbh so good for him! please fix his hair babe and drop the link to the jeans they were cute. i really do appreciate this question for a multitude of reasons so thank you actually for asking so i can indulge myself haha

so i've actually thought about this a lot, as someone who is myself a fan and has been a part of many different fandoms (hockey is by Far not my first. i was on one direction tumblr back in the day and am convinced it prepared me for Everything). i always find it interesting as someone who's a Part of one but doesn't always engage if that makes sense.

my point is, below is how i think it would go (no big spoilers), and it's based off of hope, my experiences with what i (and im sure a lot of you guys) have seen and being realistic.

so Clem's instagram is private. that's important. and in my world, i don't think she ever goes public, even when getting together with nico and getting married (this is a spoiler but not really...you think im not gonna make them stay together? please).

okay so we've seen how people start assuming things based on who the guys follow on ig, right? so nico follows clem a few weeks after meeting her, but no one really cares. because people have done their basic research and anyone who's followed the hughes for a few years know that clem is a hughes and a family friend. its the same energy as jack following nina on ig. no one blinks an eye.

they start dating april 2024, and no one is really thinking anything. nina does follow her in the summer, which raises a few eyebrows, but nothing crazy.

clem does a semi hard launch on her ig over the summer, but again, she's private and none of her friends are snitches, so no one in the general public knows anything

we don't really know (or at least i don't) how nico is when he's a relationship because i don't believe he's been in one the general public knows about since going pro (again, could be wrong, but this is all based off my own knowledge). for example, trevor just did a hard story launch, jack did a semi one with a post when he was with sienna, etc etc.

saying that, i think speculation really starts when nicole (jesper's gf) starts following clem on ig sometime in late summer 2024 or right before the season starts. we know nico and jesper are close enough to travel in the off season together, so that's big. people start noticing that other devs players like timo and jesper start following her. blaring siren horns. that's pretty much confirmation

the hockey fights cancer article is released in the 2024-2025 season, so peopele are like oh damn nico bagged himself a beautiful, smart doctor?? good for him. move aside buddy. that kind of stuff.

hard launch on nico's end? this instagram post. they've been dating for a bit over a year already at this point. everyone goes nuts as they do

and then i imagine it's kinda like, generally good? obviously you're gonna have some crazies being weird, but people Love that narrative of clem growing up with the hughes and now dating nico

she's not as public facing as other significant others in the league, but i imagine behind closed doors she eventually does embrace the role of being the captain's girlfriend (which i hope to write about at some point). i picture something like her and nico helping out a family financially receiving treatment in the hospital when finding out they're devils fans. very behind closed doors, but extremely sweet and thoughtful. one of the kids she's treating is a huge jack fan? immediate signed jersey and tickets to the next devils game. that kind of stuff.

bc clementine knows how important all of this is. and shes always known.

and then its the typical stuff. she's spotted at games, during playoffs with the iconic wag jackets, family skates, christmas parties, various ig stories from the hugheses, nico, nicole, etc etc.

in terms of games, yes she does join the family and friends boxes once in awhile, but she absolutely LOVES being in the action. so most of the time, she's out sitting with fans. it's great. she's shotgunned many a beer with fans. devs fans adore her bc she really is one of them and doesn’t shy away from that. many say a captain + their SO represent the organization. she and nico do it perfectly.

i hope this answer was what you were looking for. this was so long winded and i apologize for that, but i did want to think out my answer because i think it's important and fun to think about!! thank you so so much for asking❤️

#sweet anons #k replies #the blue au

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ellie did you hear about the solar storm thing thats been going around?

my friend gave me a detailed explanation abt what it is whats going to happen n all n honestly i am TERRIFIED.

like it genuinely seems so real that i cant even convince myself that this is another one of those silly things that go around each year

the fact that research for this solar storm has been going on since 2019 is ???? scary ????

makes it seem more believable tbh bc if it was not real it wouldn't have been going on for so long

IM SO SCARED 😭 genuinely cried when my friend was telling me ab this and she also said thwt we'll get to know ab when the solar storm is going to hit about 30 minutes before AND NOW IM PARANOID BC IT CAN HIT ANY MOMENT NOOOOO

and to top this off my mother told me that not many ppl will survive till 2027 i have no idea where she got that from but she scared me even more

this is so bad.

hii my love yess ive heard of the solar storm, i know that solar flares in general have been talked about a lot for a while now but i didn’t know that there was recent news about it!

i’m sorry you’re experiencing anxiety regarding it :””( yeahh ive heard that solar flares are near impossible to predict in advance for a lot of reasons, so that can definitely heighten the fear

hm idk if it makes you feel better but i remember nasa n other news outlets were talking about solar storms the exact same way about a year ago (i just remember telling my dad ab it cuz he works in aerospace n figured his company might’ve been discussing it) but nothing happened at all within the six month period that the news had been freaking out about LOL. i panicked a lot then too n my dad said it was just fear mongering lmfaoo 💀 (he’s kind of a cynic though haha) but yea i just bring this up because it’s not the first time this sort of news has been sensationalized

following any sort of space stuff can be scary for sure n it’s super easy to get lost in article rabbit holes that can really disrupt your quality of life in the present :( but i think there have been multiple instances of space phenomena that have been hyped up in media (even by a lot of reputable news outlets) that have not really affected daily life as much as it was thought to (like the never ending cycle of news about new asteroids, the whole aliens thing, etc)

i think it’s important to remember that the scientists that are actually behind the research are completely different entities than the people writing up articles about it online, so you always have to take the news with a grain of salt or maybe try to look into accounts from the actual researchers behind the findings (who, more often than not i’ve found, don’t even panic about their own research to the level of extent a lot of media ppl do online haha)

i’m not saying i don’t believe in the possibility of a solar storm or anything like that lol i just think there’s a lot of tendency in news these days to scare tf outta people for no reason

also correct me if im wrong but the largest danger of a solar storm would be disruption of radio & internet frequencies right? i thought they werent actually powerful enough to cause any sort of biological radiation harm ;0 loss of internet access would definitely be a weird thing to see and could put stress on more developed countries, but a lot of the world doesnt even have internet access to begin with so i’m not sure how much it will actually affect livelihood (i’m aware that it’d affect a LOT of things for sure, but i’m talking ab dangers like life or death situations, n i just cant imagine that being the case? but if you’ve looked into that more than i have n have more to share then lemme know i’m really curious)

sorry, im just bringing this all up in hopes it helps w your fears, n not to invalidate them! bc i totally get it, it’s scary stuff esp when it’s stuff you feel like you have no control over. but there’s a lot of things in life we have no control over, i think it’s best to just focus on what we can control n just try to enjoy today :)

thank u for ask bb <3

#asks

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hi hello i hope its okay to ask but i was wondering what would be some good german terms/nicknames for platonic expressions of affection and/or endearment? specifically for klavier and trucy if that context helps bc their friendship means everything to me. thank u very much in advance !! <3

YEAAAAH KLAVIER TRUCY BESTIES AGENDA 2023

uhhh. ill be honest with you anon im the kind of guy who calls his friends babe so im never really sure where people would draw a distinction between romantic and platonic terms of endearment. and not to dig my "tumblr user crplpunkklavier is a full-time klavier gavin larper" grave any deeper but i feel like hed be the same

"Schatz" is definitely versatile though, people use that for everyone. i call my sister Schatz, i call my partner Schatz, i call my dog Schatz. id call my friends Schatz. variants are mein Schatz, Schätzchen, Schatzi. gender neutral. go buckwild with this one

for trucy specifically "Kleine/s" would work. klein means small/little. meine Kleine or just Kleine is the feminine version, but in german the neutral form (mein) Kleines can also be used as an affectionate term for any gender. this is also something i call my sister, despite her being 6'10".

(meine) Süße is like sweetie? that would work. Süße is feminine, if you wanted it masculine it would be (mein) Süßer. it CAN come off as flirty, but it doesnt HAVE to be flirty, so as long as theyre established as friends and we all know klavier is not a freak he can totally call trucy that

if you want something thats more bro speak adjacent, essentially our equivalent of "DUDE" is "Alter." its actually been on my list of words to write about for a while lol. Alter means "old one" which is a very funny translation because it sounds so mystical in english. (it can also just mean "age" but trust me thats not what it means in this context.) it is masculine but it very much has that "dude" status of being fine to use on anyone so long as that person is okay with it. think of it as if you were to open conversation with a friend à la "dude youll never believe this", "Alter" is a natural way to go in german

those were the ones i could think of? but honestly again any "romantic" petname is probably fine so long as its not explicitly sexual, which, few are. german is not a sexy language.

if any of my german followers have additions with what they call their friends, sound off!

#anonymous #german cheat sheet #havent posted in that tag in ages heehoo

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#𝑻𝑰𝑨𝑵𝒁𝑯𝑨𝑵 : jingliu of hoyoverse's honkai star rail , established august 27th , 2023. as immortalized by 𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒔. southeast asian , they / them pronouns. please be 21+ to interact with me !! minors and personal blogs will be blocked. mutuals exclusive , canon , oc , and duplicate friendly! this blog will contain graphic content of violence , identity , abandonment , motifs of and ideations of death , and will reference chinese folklore and culture. i am unaffiliated with hsr and any of hoyoverse's games. you can also find me on: @zixunsilu !

𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 @boxue , @qiinglong.

𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒 ; temper my soul into a blade that will never dull , destruction as salvation , i am the sword / i am the wound , love as the balm and the blade , the bona - fide sinner. i am nobody; i , the cataclysm.

rules below. / i dont want to make a carrd anymore / promo.

i. im going to keep this brief , so. first and foremost , i intend to keep this space as a place where i can chill and have fun. my workload occupies half of my time , so i'm going to be scarce , so this blog will be a PERMANENTLY low activity space tyty. i will be active with communicating , mainly discord. if i follow you , that means i would love to interact with your muses! i just ask that you be patient with me, since i am scarce as is. i don't really care too much about duplicates and i would love to interact with other blade writers , so long as there is respect to each of our portrayals of blade , but i would love to share around ideas too !!

ii. it goes without saying that i'm unaffiliated with the game, so everything of that material is not mine , the lore for ren will mostly be mixed canon, and expanded upon on from leaks, chinese mythos, culture, and item stories. that being said , ren only offers courtesy to people he holds neutral to better regard to , so he will be rude if need be , and awful where the situation begs for it. but most of the time he's quiet. haha lmao... please keep this in mind when interacting with him! therefore , steal from me and ur ass is grass !! psds , writing, etc are mine unless stated otherwise.

iii. this blog will contain references to and explorations of blade's character within the story and elaboration on chinese culture and mythology, my chinese reading level is literally abysmal (cries) so please bare with me! this blog will also contain triggering themes such as, but not limited to: violence , gore , dehumanization , depersonalization , memory loss , sexual themes , and more to be added. triggering material and general content warnings will be tagged as '___ tw' or '___cw'.

iv. do not involve me in any shape or form in your drama. i don't care , don't involve me. i firmly believe that some things can be solved through talking it out in private therefore, i reserve the rights to block as i please. that being said , i will reblog callouts if it does involve someone who brings genuine harm to the community.

v. i don't really care too much about length or formatting. i personally use small font text with minimal editing , as well as icons, but i do occasionally go iconless bc im lazy lmao... just please don't give me something that i'm gonna have to zoom in 500x to read , and just not one sentence LMAO !! basic roleplay etiquette goes, don't godmod my character etc. i generally do not make starter calls since i am terrible at managing them or answering them but i do. sometimes :clown:. but , the best way to start off threads with me is through ask memes! i loove when ask memes are turned into threads, and i do encourage plotting!! my d*sco handle is available if we're mutuals :)

vi. shipping is not a priority but i'm always up for it. it's not on the forefront of my mind , and i'm sure it isn't for you. what happens , happens. that being said , i reserve the right to drop a ship if certain dynamics don't interest me, or make me uncomfortable. but again , i am pretty flexible , i don't mind exploring darker dynamics between our characters. mains are open, and i consider us mains only if we have talked about it! i do not practice character exclusivity unless requested of me, but i do practice ship exclusivity. this means i will not write romantic ships with different writers of the same character if i already have a writing partner designated to that ship.

vii. if you are a multi , please specify a muse if you send in an ask or like starter calls. if you require anything from me in regards to interpretation or clarification , please by all means drop by my IMs and ask me! all in all , have fun and i look forward to writing with you!

#do not interact w this post i will scream and cry

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🖋- Headcanon about a dream smp character

🎤 hello, thoughts on ur version of techno. Do u have cool back story?? 👁️👁️

—rin

thanks for the ask rin!

as for my version of c!techno, i do have some headcanons that i wanna share :D

(me: this is going to be a very fun and brief overview, nothing too fancy.

narrator voice: she ends up taking this way too seriously and ends up creating an entire backstory for c!techno, full of angst and dark themes)

In terms of appearance:

i use etceteraart's version of techno as inspo in all of my fics. i really like the pushed back fringes and undercut on him and find it a lot more attractive than the usually favored long haired techno design.

In terms of canon lore:

im actually very fascinated with techno and 'the voices' since it gives off deadpool vibes. it's something i tend to give a lot of consideration when writing canon-verse fics because i like being able to explore the amount of power the voices have towards techno when it comes to making decisions. personally, i like to think that techno, while he tends to find the voices annoyingly loud, would still hear them out if their opinions clash and give them the opportunity to reason out why they want to do things differently. but i wouldn't really say he'd be the type to listen much, techno tends to do whatever he wants regardless of what the voices say.

In terms of a cool back story:

so this got out of hand way too fast and ended up being way too long. initially i was just planning to mess around with techno's lore, but then my lizard brain went: what if we add some depth and angst? and who was i to ignore that? so here i am with a very detailed and elaborate backstory for my beloved c!techno

cw: blood, disturbing images of corpses, and mentions of suicide

make sure to take those warnings into consideration before proceeding, but aside from that i hope you enjoyed this sort of c!techno origin story!! i had way too much fun typing this as i go. (fun fact: the entire backstory was something i actually came up on the fly bc it's only now after receiving this ask did i take the time to properly plan out my ver of techno's past)

so yeah, without further ado, here's c!techno's very cool and very detailed backstory:

so, ive always had this headcanon that techno was forced into the role of being the "blood god"

it wasn't his choice, but rather something he had to become in order to survive.

see, i pictured his childhood was something quiet and peaceful, where he lived in a small secluded village located in a land unknown to most, where his people are mostly farmers and miners. (or so he's lead to believe)

their land is bountiful with rich minerals and their harvests are always plentiful. the children would play in the fields until sunset and everything, in techno's eyes, was perfect.

the only thing they were ever told not to do was cross the boundary.

but one day, out of curiosity, techno went a little too far from his village when he followed a strange looking animal that further lead him throughout the forest that surrounded his village, until he finds himself at the very end of the boundary.

the boundary is a thick red rope that expands throughout the forest, encaging their village in a protective circle (from what, techno does not know for certain). there are paper talismans hanging every few feet on the red rope and a small golden bell hangs right at the very center.

the wind blows, causing the bell to jingle ominously, reminding techno once again of the village elder's warning. but before he could step back and make his way home, the strange animal that he's been following decided to appear once again, but this time it was on the other side of the boundary.

it stood quietly, with its head tilted to the side as if it was waiting for techno to catch it. and as a child, techno's curiosity and fascination got the better of him. he steps out of the rope and the moment he does, everything that transpired afterwards happened far too fast for him to comprehend immediately.

the sound of the bell began to increase in volume, almost deafening him, and the next thing he knew, the red rope was cut in half while the talismans have started to burn one by one on each side. techno frantically tried to tie the rope together, but as soon as he grabbed onto it, the rope began to burn from his touch, leaving nothing but ashes.

fear struck him then, causing techno to run back to his village as fast as he could.

the sun had set moments ago, causing techno to stumble and fall a couple of times in his haste to get home and as soon as he reaches the meadow overlooking his village, he begins to wonder why the sky still looked so bright from where he stood.

it's only once he's reached the bottom of the meadow did he realize that the bright sky was from the fire surrounding the village.

around him, he could hear the screams of dying men and women. there are strangers amongst his people, all of them riding horses wearing metal and the strangers riding them were dressed the same way. they speak a language techno cant understand, but he saw the way they used their swords to pierce through the flesh of his own people and techno immediately runs towards his house in search of his family.

his mother and brother are nowhere to be seen inside their small hut, but as soon as he reaches the back of his house he's met with the sight of his family, both of them dead with their eyes gouged out.

techno screams until his throat is sore and he could taste the blood in his mouth.

he is left powerless in his grief, but the invaders wastes no time in capturing him. Suddenly, there are hands wrapping around him, holding him tight and bounding his arms and legs. techno struggles to break free, but his captors are stronger and many in numbers. it didn't take long until he's pressed to the ground and knocked unconscious.

the last image that he sees is his village burning to the ground, it's only later that he finds out that he's the only survivor.

he's taken to an arena the morning after, they hand him a rusted sword and a wooden shield before sending him off to the very center of the stadium where he meets a hundred or so like him, all of them trapped with weapons, most of them kids around his age.

an announcer was saying something, but techno doesn't understand the language he was speaking, though it seemed that most of the people trapped there with him did. their hold on their weapon tightened and they were all looking at him with something close to panic and desperation, but the intent to kill was unmistakable.

a horn blares from a distance and all at once everyone was charging at him with a cry.

while techno knew nothing about fighting or welding a weapon, survival was his top priority for now. he wasn't going to die here, he vowed to himself. and once his resolve was solidified, he felt something possess him for a moment. it was only for a short time where everything blurred to a sea of red and once he's finally come to, techno is met with an arena full of dead bodies.

he was the only one left standing. the crowd cheers from their seats and the announcer was saying something again, but techno doesn't register anything except for the slight shake in his grip and the blood soaking his hands and clothes.

he's ushered inside a small cell right below the coliseum along with a few dozen others that would sneer or shout at him when they passed their own cells, and its there that techno starts to learn the different languages his captors and fellow prisoners spoke.

it's on his second fight that he finds out more about his people and the attack that had changed his life forever.

the announcer's cheerful voice spoke rapidly, telling the audience a story about an ancient deity that had given a certain village blessings and a treasure unlike anything anyone could ever imagine.

they call his people, children of the blood god, for they have been blessed with wine red eyes and hair as beautiful as a rose. they say their eyes are worth all the riches of the world and techno's suddenly reminded of his mother and brother's corpses and the two identical holes left on their eyes.

for years his captors have been searching for them, but had no luck given the blood god's protection, it was only that one cursed day where they were able to locate the secret village and techno felt his stomach churn from the realization that it was all his fault.

they raided his village and left nothing behind. the announcer finally points to him, telling the crowd that he was the last of his kind, referring to him as a rare and valuable item that cannot be replaced. he says that the only reason why they're so lenient to let techno participate in the fight is due to the blessings the blood god had given his people: natural fighting instincts and the desire to win.

it doesn't take long for the fighting to start after that, and in the end, techno comes back the victor.

years have past and nothing has changed. he is still the crowned victor, earning the favor of the audience time and time again, and yet he is still treated like livestock by his captors.

he is still kept inside his small prison cell where he is only ever taken out to compete and kill his opponents.

the blood staining his hands have become useless to wash off and each night, despite his new victory, techno feels more and more defeated.

he has not been sleeping well for the past week, plagued by nightmares of the past and memories that haunt him even during his waking moments. in his exhaustion, voices have started to talk inside his head without his promoting.

at first it had just been his mother and brother, soon they were followed by the people of his village, all of them voicing their sorrows and pain. but then the voices shift to those he has killed, all of them angry and accusatory. they mock him and wish for his death, and as the day keeps going, the voices have increased in numbers and in volume.

techno thinks he's finally lost it, that his sanity has finally snapped, when the voices have been plaguing his mind for weeks without end.

it's on his 68th victory that he manages to swipe a knife from one of the guards before he's locked once again inside his cell.

one sleepless night, he takes the knife he'd stolen from under his pillow. he passes it on each hands and tests the sharpness of the tip with his pointer.

a small cut emerges and a bead of blood trickles down from it that techno watches silently. the voices are all shouting but it sounded distorted to him from so many of them talking at the same time.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" He screams, shaking his head vigorously.

"Stop talking." he whispers for no one else to hear.

techno breathes in slowly and closes his eyes and thinks about ending it all. once he opens them, he makes peace with his decision and aims the knife directly at this throat.

he's exhausted and tired to the bone, there is nothing to gain from his countless of victories but nightmares and vengeful ghosts that haunt him whenever he closes his eyes. his desire for everything to stop now outweighs his desire to avenge his people.

he wishes he was stronger, but now he's just so incredibly tired.

slowly, he pulls the knife back and readies himself to take aim. but before he could strike the final blow, the voices have stopped talking altogether, surprising techno momentarily.

"What do you think you're doing?" One voice, unfamiliar to techno, spoke.

the voice sounded gravelly, not entirely human. it sounded all knowing, ancient, as if it was as old as time itself.

"Who are you?" techno asked instead of answering.

"I go by many names." the voice spoke, almost sounding amused. "but i believe most have started to refer to me as the blood god."

"What do you want from me?"

"Isn't it obvious?" the blood god spoke, quietly. "A god needs a vessel, and you are the last of my children."

"Why me?" techno pushed on, unable to hide the pain and anger in his tone. "You could've had so many other options if you had saved everyone on that day. I was the one who ended up getting them killed."

"My child, what you had done was indeed a mistake that bore quite the horrible burden." the blood god spoke without the accusation techno had expected. "but a child should never be condemned for their curiosity, no matter the outcome. you have learned from your actions and have grown from it. You have proven yourself worthy to me."

"I haven't proven anything." techno nearly shouted.

"then continue to live." the blood god spoke evenly. "killing yourself will not solve your problems nor will it avenge your people."

techno thinks about it for a moment. he pictures his mother and brother, the smiles on their faces on a summer afternoon, the beautiful lush forest, and the colorful wildflowers growing in the meadow. then he remembers his village burning and the horrible sound of skin and bones breaking, and the unmistakable stench of death. he looks at this hands and pictures them soaked in blood, making his decision, he drops the knife and stares at the darkness surrounding his room.

"Alright." he says, making up his mind. "what do you want me to do?"

the blood god laughs, sounding delighted by his answer. "Become my blade and i will bless you with one more gift."

"What kind of gift?"

"Blood calls for blood." the voice spoke eagerly. "If you demand for blood to be shed, I will grant you the power to spill it with your own hands."

"And what does becoming your blade entail?"

The blood god thought for a moment before answering techno with "You are to be my vessel. The blade is its master's extension and when I call for you, you will do as I say."

"does agreeing to this deal get rid of the other voices too?" techno asks, hopeful.

the blood god laughs again, "im afraid the other voices will remain. they wish to continue their stay until they are put to rest."

techno sighs, resigned. he thinks about the offer one final time before making his decision.

in this world, there is no coming back from death. but the blood god has given him a second chance despite techno's shortcomings. and this time, techno doesn't plan on wasting it.

"A blade, huh." techno thought to himself. "i guess it's not a fate worse than death. You got yourself a deal."

The blood god doesn't say anything else after that, but a strange looking mark manifests on his palm during the god's sudden absence.

Techno looked at the small red mark at the very center of his left palm curiously. It was one word, written in his own native language that read: BLADE

The blood god may think he's helping techno along, becoming the god's vessel used for vengeance and retribution-

But the blood god knows nothing about Techno's wrath, and fundamentally once unleashed, it tends to lack control.

Closing his palm and letting the mark sink in, Techno decides that for once, he is finally ready to carry the burden of his entire village's need for vengeance.

tonight, he sheds the title of survivor and puts on a new one. he is now a weapon, a raging calamity ready to cause havoc whenever he goes.

he will be the victor, no matter the cost.

the voices are back now, and they all chant one thing in unison as if they've sensed techno's new resolve.

"Blood for the blood god!"

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💌 DSMP Analysist ask game!

#ry does ask games #technoblade #c!technoblade #when you answer an ask and you end up writing an entire origin story at 4 AM #yeah this is my life #@ c!techno i hope you appreciate this amount of effort and world building i made just for you

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heliosoll · 2 years

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"I know I'm being very cordial in this response but I do hope it comes across that I'm sorry about hurting your feelings." Bestie shut up that is your sincerity 😭 the way you handled that whole situation has me 🥺🥰 love u and this safe and drama free blog!! Also not sure if im overstepping here but i did want to give my unsolicited personal opinion (yikes) just because i think it would give some perspective to u maybe idk jskaka. You've mentioned a few times that you to some extent see yourself coming across as blunt or maybe even me@n (censoring that bc u r not spoiler alert) and i was trying to think of how to word and explain this and i must have ✨️manifested✨️ the answer bc u literally gave me the perfect example in the tags of the ask u posted after that. A lot of shifting/loa bloggers have that really weird coddling+mean thing going on, kinda condescending and makes the bloggies feel ashamed or a bother to ask for help. There's also a lot of entitlement between those who have and have not and then mixed in with the frustration from people who are not believing in results and all that stuff, you know how it is. You aint got none of that bs here. You're very patient and I'd like to think more than blunt, it's a better word to say simple. You don't try to fluff it up or 'ive answered this a hundred times already, yall need to stop overcomplicating lol'. It has a lot to do with the way someone speaks yanno? Even in a few asks ago, you were very empathetic and gentle in saying that you know it's frustrating to hear but persist in there not being a problem and then even suggested that blanket affirmation. That kind of understanding nature is so rare to come by and its the reason why for the last few months u have become the sole shifting blog i follow and while yes i am the one who 'did' everything, it was under your guidance that i have let go of so much anxiety and disbelief. You promote the barebone necessities on this blog and that's literally all u need to shift. No limiting beliefs or backwards bragging. Your shifting post can literally be summed up by 'intention is all you really need' but you made a whoooole post about the ins and outs plus fine print. Like any question someone could possibly have, any loophole or limiting belief that could arise, you think of it beforehand and address it before it can be asked. I see that dedication and I applaud you for that like you really out here feeding a bunch of shifters for FREE 🤧 Anyways my life is so much better after finding this blog and learning how to do things the proper way. Thanks for all the effort and not enforcing any miniscule limiting beliefs. I think most people would agree that ur very friendly, kind and generally a good person, not mean at all. I've never once felt frustrated, discouraged or uncomfortable here. You're like the cool senior who looks sharp but is actually really sweet and tells all the freshman which courses to take and how to pass the class. Tldr; ur not blunt, ur just stating the facts as u should and we love u for it. This blog has brought me a lot of sollace (see what i did there) so i wanted to take the time to write this all out bc ur like my fave person evurrrrr. This is uhhhh also a bit of a doozy to post so u can absolutely delete this after u read it lmao anyway love u bestie 💓

I don't think I'll ever be able to truly express how much this means to me. This is literally the nicest ask I've ever gotten! And a little embarrassing to admit but this made me tear up a bit. Everything you said is exactly how I wanted this blog to be for people. I wanted it to be a safe space for all kinds of shifters - new and experienced. I wanted it to be an easy going space with no limiting beliefs and acceptance of all different kinds of beliefs.

I can't thank you enough for this 🥺 It makes me really happy to know that so many people feel safe and comfortable here. And I'm so glad I was able to help you too! Every now and then I wonder if I'm actually helping people so it was really nice to hear :')

This ask helped me a lot actually because I can see where you're coming from! I think I just get worried that some of my more "to the point" answers could come off as mean to people but I can see why they wouldn't as well. I don't really know what else to say this is just such a sweet message and I'll be thinking about it for a long time. Thank you so much for taking the time to quell my worries and bring in a new perspective 🥺 It really helped!!

#bro im crying #😭#letters 🎀

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celebrpanonymous · 2 years

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This was sent to me and the sender would like to remain anonymous. I would like to state that I got more than one message about this person, however these were the only screen shots/personal accounts of interactions with this player that anyone was willing to share. If you have more or would like to tell your side of the story, you may. This is the PSA this individual had begun writing about the player “Pedro” but never published. @jamesito

anyways , pedro is an individual i’ve known since march 2020 from where my receipts date back , i can vouch that we’ve dated but it never really went anywhere in the end . he’s easy to reel you in , be able to manipulate and very toxic overrall . he can be the nicest person to you , and the next minute , he’s talking badly about you to another person . he can pin people to dislike each other even though they’ve never talked , and it happened to me . i encountered a fandom a while ago ( the merell twins ) that he messed with on twitter , and exposed him for being a catfish . i really hope that if i put my experience out , it can change something and i just want to be finished with all of this completely . i want everyone to be cautious of him , and do not believe his lies .

he loves and may be more inclined to taylor swift , vanessa & veronica merrell , blackpink , james rodriguez , taron egerton , grant gustin , soccer players . ( this might've changed but ik james is for sure )

i met him in hollywoodfame , we really hit it off for some reason . when i first joined , i played lisa manoban and he messaged me saying that he loved my camila cabello before . before i start , i was 18-19 years old in the screenshots . i am 22 now . i will be providing screenshots from others and mine followed up with experiences that i’ve encountered with this person . i want to say that my behavior will come across as rude or disrespectful , i really have learned from this and continuously working on myself .

red flags everywhere , and i didn’t even realize at all . he would be so jealous when i brought up my tinder dates , which was really weird bc we started talking .

then he he lied about his age . it's weird cause he used to say he was 24, then now he says 20+ in his apps ( playing finn wolfhard who's 19 , and he's probably older than he says he is . )

we talked back and forth on tumblr im’s until we moved to discord , it really went downhill from there . we got into topic of getting married / having children , he really showed me his true colors when he became reluctant to videochat or make me feel bad about asking , and gaslighted me .

not him threatening me

#celeb rp #hollywood rp #au rp #fame rp #celebrirty rp #pedro

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the1975attheirverybest · 8 months

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Hey yk theres a group chat on instagram that mattys in and yk yesterday he talked again in it and theres a screenshot of him saying hes gonna eat ass on stage and a couple of people issued it bc apparently there are a few 17yo in the group chat (one of them posted it i think) and its obviously a joke and the person who posted it said that most people are adults and it was a direct respons to an adults comment and its not anything weird or sexual and it didnt last more than 30 seconds and most people werent even awake for the conversation but i see a couple of older adults thinking its inappropriate and im not sure that its because im not as old but i don't think its a really big thing but i would love to hear your opinion about it

So, I have to say that I’ve been avoiding Twitter the last couple of days cuz my mental health is hanging on by a thread. So I haven’t seen the screenshots myself, but going off of what you’ve said here:

I think it’s dicey. Like, on the one hand, matty says shit all the time. Like, if this minor is someone who is familiar with “cumming to her lookalikes” and “bust into her hand” and “the type you just don’t fuck” or hell…matty saying that his tendency to reach for porn is entangled with his addiction….then this kid has heard all kinds of inappropriate things that maybe too much for their age. This comment wouldn’t be any different.

I’ve seen him doge potentially inappropriate conversations in group chats before. Like he’d reply to bluntly sexual comments and stuff either by simply liking them or only writing “haha” or like when someone was being extra flirty and shit with him then was like “follow me back” he replied with “but you’re the worst one” so he knows to tow the line really well. Idk if he like clicked on this persons profile and checked before replying to them or not. He probably just treated it the way that he would speak onstage. And he does say shit onstage.

But I have a sister. Who likes to remind me that she’s entered her 20s now. But in my mind she’s always gonna be 12 years old. And if I heated that some rockstar was talking about eating ass in her dms I would find that mf. I may not be that great at taking care of myself. But for my sisters??? You best believe I’m gonna fuck shit up. So, like, I get older peoples mentality. But matty has never been the sort of guy who will adjust the way he’s speaking for anyone. That’s who he is. And if he were worried about being taken out of context then he wouldn’t say half the shit that he does. I think he genuinely lives by the whole “I don’t have anything to hide cuz I’m not actually a bad person.” Like if anyone got suspicious of this kind of comment and went to dig deeper, he’s not Colleen Ballinger. Nothings gonna come up. So at worst Twitter hunts him for it for a while until he does the next “cancelable” thing.

He’s a lot of things but he’s not a sleaze. I think he tends to operate in good faith when it comes to fans. Cuz he knows we understand him. Which is what makes our connection with him so special.

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me: sees myself married to a women w no kids

also me: imagines being bakugos impregnated stay-at-home wife, wearing this nightgown that fits perfectly around my swollen belly and him calling me beautiful 🥺🥺🥺

i'd been wanted to respond to this for a while bc im literally obsessed with this concept and like............ certain tropes surrounding it....

and a couple days ago when i went to like... write up a draft of what i was going to say, i ended up... doing this instead. so uh, beep beep.

enjoy?

(warning: you are pregante, soft, dad-like bakugo............ experimental style...)

Katsuki being so private that his coworkers only find out you’re expecting when they drop by your house to deliver some paperwork...

People at the agency have been wondering where he’s been lately; Dynamight's never been much for missing days of work under any circumstances (everyone remembers the time he showed up a couple hours after getting his nose broken, another time when he came to work in splints), but he’s been leaving his shifts so early lately. It’s fine, you know… he’s the boss and all, so it doesn’t really matter since he’s still attending his patrols… but as the days grow shorter and colder, the less often he can be found stationed in his office, blonde head ducked down into paperwork for hours on end.

It’s October when there’s an incident; a sidekick of Dynamight’s getting into a nasty spat with someone who leaves him with a concussion…

And though things are fine, as Dynamight wouldn’t hire someone who couldn’t handle a couple blows, the poor guy still needs to have his recovery time accounted for and signed off on… and being in the hospital obviously prevents him from going by himself.

So another sidekick, a sturdy graduate with the hero name of Havoc, volunteers to do the honors instead.

The house is beautiful, Havoc notices.

Nestled in the corner of a street, the front lawn stretches across pavements like a friend, and the porch is lined with pots of flowers and flowers in pots.

Havoc knocks.

She waits. She knocks again, taps her foot twice, and waits again. She goes in to knock a third time, frown curling downward in worry, only for the door to swing open where instead of Dynamight, she finds you.

She doesn’t know it’s you, though… doesn’t recognize the tilt to your head or the clippings in your hair. She doesn’t recognize the crease in your brow, the slight to your nose… nor the flowy white slip that drapes over your body and contours around… a large and swollen belly… one you’ve got your hand resting on gently, the other hidden on the doorknob.

“Oh my god,” Havoc begins, already beginning the process of stepping backwards and off your porch. Her feet seem to fill with sand, tongue slipping as she squeaks. “Oh no, I thought—- I’m so sorry. I think, I… I’m at the wrong—“

“Havoc, right?” you interrupt seamlessly. “Kat told me you were coming.”

Kat? She stops the babbling, and your face breaks into the prettiest smile when she confirms.

“…yes?”

“Come in. I’ll make you some tea.”

You don’t look back to make sure she follows.

“Katsukis bad about telling me first names, so I only really go by whats on the TV.”

You dance around the kettle, fiddle with a drawer, before opening a cupboard and pulling out a shiny tin of something.

“He calls, oh God, Dash, I think?” you mutter, fishing out a teabag, “He calls him curls. Like his hair, you know? Calls you Stinky.”

Havoc can hardly focus on what you’re saying, can’t seem to formulate a response either. Her eyes instead locked on to the belly settled low and comfortably on your body, that of which protrudes proudly like the moon.

You continue, pouring the kettle while laughing softly. “I always complain, say he owes you guys respect, you know?”

She hums, softly.

“But he just says it doesn’t matter. That you guys call him worse. I believe it.”

You glance over your shoulder and Havoc forces herself to meet your eyes. The orange sun reflects through the kitchen window above your sink, and bounces into her eyes.

“Here, sweetie.”

You smile again, the beam bright and kind, and turn around with a teacup. It smells sweet, like herbs and citrus, and the steam brushes her face in a kiss.

Havoc wants to thank you. Wants to hold your hand, ask why you’re so kind.

What slips out instead is: “You’re pregnant,” a pause, and then, “Oh god, I’m sorry… obviously you’re—“

But you don’t seem phased at all, a laugh cutting through the cloud of awkwardness Havoc feels like she’s clearly filling the kitchen with.

“I am.”

“With Dynamight’s baby?” she asks, watching you move your hands to cup your belly once more and gently nod once more.

“Yes.”

Havoc feels silly for asking. Feels like she’s violating something unspoken by digging into her boss’s life, by being at his house in the suburbs… by talking to his wife.

The interns and sidekicks at the agency would die if they heard about this. They always gossip about Dynamight being the type to be the type to eat, sleep and breath work… to live in a one bedroom apartment, to be wedded to the job.

Granted, it’s not like they didn’t know he was married, but he rarely wears his ring.

Part of her feels like she’s in sex ed all over again.

“Fucking finally, kid,” Dynamight marches through the door with a frown on his face. “Took so long, thought I’d rot here before you got here.”

Havoc rushes to stand out of respect, the chair nearly tipping backward as she flings herself to her feet.

“I have your paperwork, sir!”

“God, you’re loud. Sit down” Dynamight glances at her for a second before his frown deepens. “If you even think about turning my house into the office I’ll write you up for insubordination."

She doesn’t move, only watches as he takes a seat himself and you follow behind, beginning the process of making another cup of something warm.

“I wouldn’t have…. We didn’t know, that uh…” Havoc stutters, looking down.

“That’s she’s pregnant?” he interrupts, a harsh sound— a laugh, maybe—coming from the back of his throat, “No shit, Sherlock. I never said.”

“Sorry, sir,” she says, but Dynamight just rolls his eyes.

“Cut the shit, and I’m serious, by the way. Sit the fuck down, I’m getting tired just looking at your sorry mug. You too, babe.” Dynamight rubs a hand over his face, presses his fingers into his eyes, but the words come out smooth, natural, and like they don’t hurt as he speaks over his shoulder. “Stop making tea for shitheads.”

In her dazed, amazed stupor, Havoc realizes he’s not really talking about her.

Your laugh tinkles from across the kitchen as you put down the teacup and instead start waddling to his side.

“Coming, sorry.”

“You fucking better be. Making my kid’s mom’s feet hurt. You shit.”

As you approach, Dynamight reaches for your hand to help steady you as you slide (with a huff and a puff) into the chair next to him. He gives you one last glance, more of a look-over than anything, before turning to Havoc with a glare, his lips almost in a pout, and she realizes that he’s joking.

“Can’t stand these slow-ass civilians nowadays. Need all these damn sidekicks just to keep them in check."

Havoc nods along, trying not to ruin the moment with a nervous smile, and though he still appears exasperated, Dynamight reaches out with one thick and calloused hand to ruffle her hair.

“Now gimme my damn paperwork. I’m fuckin’ sick of you, kid.”

Next to him, you laugh, and she realizes that his other hand is resting perfectly on your belly.

She knows you’ll be great parents.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo #if u find a typo please tell me i rushed editing #out of character i know but i wanted to explore soft bakugo being soft at home #im going to jimmyjohns im excited #hope this isnt weird im SCARED #i havent done anything like this is so log #long #caitie post #ask #caitie chats #myherhoedream #pregnancy tw #kids tw

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