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adoristsposts · 2 years

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hangovers x mv33

author's note; Have never had a hangover #superior I'm just too good summary; Three times you've had hangovers around Max during the progression of your relationship. word count; 1.4K characters; Max Verstappen x merc!Reader warnings; Mentions of alcohol, describing a hangover

"Oh my god. Please, do not say a word." You groaned, head dropped in your hands as you heard someone walk into your drivers room. When you managed to muster up the strength to peek through your fingers you came eye to eye with Lewis Hamilton, who gave you a sympathetic smile. "Fun night?" "Ask me tomorrow when my head isn't pounding." You replied, uncurling yourself from your seated position to stand up and join him by his side. "Do you think you'll be good for free practice tomorrow?" "Please. I could do free practice in the state I was in last night and still get fastest lap on all three." You joked. You laughed at your own hilariousness before your head reminded you of the pain you had put your own body in and you groaned in agony. Lewis just shook his head at you before moving out of your room. You trailed behind him. After a thankfully silent walk (you felt like if you opened your mouth to speak you'd be sick), the two of you ended up by Verstappen and Ricciardo. "You look like shit." The dutchman greeted, nodding at you so it was clear who the statement was directed at. "Wow. Thanks. Lovely of you to point that out." You said back dryly, giving him a thin lipped smile. He laughed at you. "So what did you do last night?" His loud voice was genuinely excruciating, and you shot him a glare to make that clear. "Please, could you just be quiet?" "He's barely making any noise!" Ricciardo teased, laughing. You grimaced at him, "I beg to disagree." "Why don't you go take a nap?" Lewis recommended. You perked up at the idea. "Oh my god, you're a genius! See you guys later, yeah?" It turned out you would see Max much sooner than you had hoped. Your nap had been so perfect. You'd been dreaming of a life where you weren't sickly pale and insanely nauseous when you were woken up to blaring music and a camera in your face. "Oh my god! I'm going to kill you!" You practically screamed as Max laughed at you. The second you began clambering off your couch though, he was singing a different tune. He shot off in seconds, leaving you alone with a camera man. "Fucking hell. Accomplice, much? I try taking one decent nap." You started muttering to yourself as you wandered off, cursing Max Verstappen and secretly praying for him to get a DNF t race.

"Hungover?" George asked as you reached the group, a pair of sunglasses set snugly on your nose bridge despite the cloudy sky. "So, so hungover." You confirmed. The night before had been a big win for you and you had drank in regards to it. Regrettably so, as you piled onto a plane with your fellow drivers and found yourself immediately wanting to strangle them with every noise they made. As you settled into your seat, you let your head lull back onto the headrest and shut your eyes. There were light steps and then, "Do you think she's asleep?" "'She' is awake." You croaked, opening an eye to see Max standing next to you with two coffees in his hands. He clambered over you to sit in the seat by the window, the one you had strategically blocked. But if anyone was going to disobey that, it was Max. Over the past couple months the two of you had grown increasingly close. While he used to find no greater joy than annoying the shit out of you, you had learnt to put up with him and then slowly enjoy his presence. You could currently safely call him one of your best friends. He handed you one of the coffees and you took it gladly, sipping it and thanking the gods you had told him your regular order all those months ago. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." You muttered. He laughed at you quietly, clearly trying to keep his volume down. He shifted around in his seat, wincing every time it squeaked and sending you an apologetic look. "It's okay, I can survive an airplane seat." You told him after watching him fail at being quiet for at least a good minute. He sent you a thin lipped look of annoyance before finally settling in. "You gonna nap?" He asked. "Probably. I downloaded some episodes of that show I was telling you about. You want to watch?" "Sure." Max said, nodding. You handed him an earbud and held your phone up in front of both of your faces. It only took twenty or so minutes for your hand to grow weak as you grew increasingly tired. "You're pretty shit at this." Max grumbled, slipping your phone from your hand into his. You just hummed. He shifted in his seat again, and you opened your mouth to tell him to pick a god damn position when all of a sudden the arm rest between you two was up and he was pressed against your side. "Sleep." He commanded simply, gesturing to his shoulder. "My knight in shining armour." You said sarcastically, resting your head against his shoulder anyways. "Shut up." He replied. The last thing you heard was your show and Max whispering harshly at some of the other drivers to stop being so loud before you passed the hell out.

You groaned when you woke up, the covers around your lower body nice and warm in contrast to the cold hitting your upper back. "Get up, schat." Max cooed, despite the fact he was the villain behind your covers being tugged off of you. "God, please close the windows, my head is killing me." You whined, grabbing the edge of the sheets and pulling them over your pounding head. It was like some tiny creature with a hammer was pounding at the back of your eyes. "Come on-" "Shut it, Verstappen, or I will literally castrate you." "I made you coffee?" This made you sit up. "You are my dream man. Come here." You placed your hands on Max's cheeks and brought him in for a quick kiss. He went in for more and whined when you dodged him. "Coffee first. And let me brush my teeth." He nodded, watching as you pulled yourself out of bed and padded into the kitchen. You hopped up on the counter as he followed in behind you and passed you your mug of coffee. You wrapped your hands around the soothingly warm cup. You almost moaned in delight after just the first sip. "You look like shit." Max noted. "Thanks, love. That really makes me feel better." He walked over to tuck your hair behind your ears, smoothing down your flyaways and pressing a kiss to your forehead. The two of you had started dating just over a year ago, after some very intense admissions of feelings and a long, long talk with both of your teams. The headlines had been hell- a female driver and a male driver dating, especially Mercedes and RedBull ones, was utter chaos. But it was worth it, especially when you had an insane hangover and Max, who got them much less than you did, was there to take care of you. "What do you want to do today?" He asked, settling in to stand between your legs. You hummed, thinking. "Movies?" He frowned. "I wanted us to go to the gym." "Max. I am so insanely hungover. Please, no." You laughed. At his pout you sighed and said a promising "Tomorrow." "Fine." He told you, acting as if it was his greatest heartbreak. You almost rolled your eyes. "Can we watch Game of Thrones?" He asked. "Oh yeah. Kit Harington is so handsome." "Hey!" He laughed. You smiled at him. "Sorry. You know you're my one and only." "Better be. I make you your hangover coffee." He grumbled. You ducked down to kiss him. He reciprocated quickly, hands finding your waist. "That enough proof?" "Hell yeah." "Cool. Now lets go get my other boyfriend on the big screen." You hopped off the counter and rushed into the living room before your words could process in his head. "I thought I was your one and only!"

#formula1 #formula one #formula 1 fluff #max verstappen #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula one x reader #adoristsposts

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hersie44 · 10 months

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Old Friends (Derek Hale x Reader)

Characters included: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Liam Dunbar.

Requested: No

Type: Reader insert (no use of y/n though), fan fiction.

Word Count: 2034 words

warning: Strong language used.

Note: Sorry for no chapters these last few weeks, I was writing exams for university. Hopefully I will return to regular updates now! :)

Chapter Three.

There was something so surreal about getting ready for a date with Derek Hale, if someone had asked me in high school if we were ever going to date, I would look at them like they had grown two heads. I had probably gone through my whole closet by now, looking for the perfect date outfit. Derek had said to wear something comfortable, that we were doing something he knew I would like.

That was a lot of confidence for a man who hadn't seen me in years, then again even now he knew me like the back of his hand. When I finally settled on jeans and a nice blouse, I heard a knock at the window. Usually when you hear a knock at your window in the middle of the night, you would jump six feet into the air, but I knew better.

I peeked out and saw a familiar handsome face, I smiled and opened the window. There he was, Derek Hale. Kneeling on my roof with a bouquet of flowers in one hand.

"I thought we don't sneak into each other's houses anymore?" I laughed quietly as his free hand gripped my waist, dropping the flowers so he can hold onto the window.

"I thought you would appreciate some nostalgia." He kissed me, a sweet 'hello' kiss that would make any girl melt. I held onto his shoulders as he pulled away, smiling up at him like a lovesick puppy.

"Ready, sunshine?" I nodded, at a loss for words upon hearing his old nickname for me. He lifted me up into his embrace before gently jumping down onto the grass. My house was two stories tall, but even without his werewolf abilities it didn't look like he broke a sweat doing that.

I looked back at the window, wondering why I never questioned how he could climb around so easily when we were in high school. He snuck into my room every night since my grandparents were strict, and then he would make himself at home in my bed so we could do homework together before going to sleep. He would sneak out again at the crack of dawn, so that my grandparents wouldn’t see him in my room when they came to wake me up.

“Where are we going?” I squeezed his hand to get his attention on me, he had been staring at the forest behind my house for a long moment.

“You’ll see.” He smiled. I feel like he could get away with murder with that smile, I would let him.

“You know I don’t like surprises.”

“Too bad, you’ll have to like this one.” I huffed, of course he would still have the same cocky attitude. I thought he changed but when Derek is comfortable, he’s still that cocky kid that I knew and loved back in the day. However, now his actions had more control over me. The moment he kissed my cheek my attitude dropped, when he started walking down the street, I had all but mindlessly followed him.

Maybe I was reading too much into it but as we walked, I could feel his muscles tensing. His thumb constantly caressed the back of my hand, he kept me close like something could happen at any moment. However, I didn’t want to ruin this moment between us. I would never get a first date with him again and I was not about to pass it up. I’ll just have to try and take his mind off whatever is bothering him.

“Derbear, remember when we stole that stop sign?” I pointed down the street, where there was still no stop sign. He chuckled and nodded.

“You mean you and Paige stole while I had to be the getaway driver.”

“You were still an accomplice thus it is still we!” We laughed together this time; I felt his arm relax as we did. Exactly what I wanted.

“You two got me into a lot of trouble.” He smirked, pulling me closer to his side and wrapping his arm around my waist. I could feel my cheeks heat up at the gesture.

“You got us into just as much trouble, you were always the one convincing me to sneak out to parties on a school night.”

“Convince? I don’t think just asking is the same as convincing.”

“It’s very hard to say no to such a handsome face.” Another chuckle escaped him, followed by a kiss. I had to remind myself to thank Aphrodite later, because this man’s kisses felt like I was touching the stars. I doubt I will ever get tired of him, of his touch, of his scent, of his kisses. No, I will be obsessed with this man for the rest of my days.

I chased his lips with my own as he pulled away, I couldn’t even wait another moment to have his lips against mine again. I could feel him smiling against my lips, his hands now gripping my waist tightly. I feel like I’ve forgotten about the date with my mind so consumed by his touch alone. It took all my willpower to pull away, looking up at him with a starstruck gaze.

“Are we at my surprise now?”

“Turn around.” His hands never left my waist as I did, a look of confusion forming on my face.

"The bookstore?" He chuckled, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"You didn't bring any of your books with you when you moved back, I know how much you love to read." I glanced at him, wondering if the man that was holding me now was real.

"Our first date...is you buying me books?”

“There’s a café next door to get some drinks afterwards.” He kissed my cheek and pulled me into the store, the warm air of the heaters hitting in the face. I took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of the books. He had brought me to heaven.

“What’s my limit?”

“However many books you need to fill that shelf in your office.”

“What? Derek, that’s like fifty to seventy books.” He shrugged, smirking. Then I remembered how much money he makes, how much money he probably spends on his cars. That was when I realised that I was dating a very well-off man. But even with that in mind, I didn’t want to spend all his money. I felt as if that was unfair, I wasn’t with him for his money.

“Sunshine don’t give me that look. I want to do this so please let me.” That’s all I needed to hear before I dragged him down to my favourite aisle in any bookstore. Romance. I could hear him chuckling as I looked at each book with a longing gaze, almost like I would be sad if I didn’t take all of them home. At first, I grabbed the twilight books, you had to start with the cringey classics that you just can’t let go of. Then I grabbed several J.R Ward books, the king of werewolf and vampire romances. Then it was time for more erotic books, court of thorns and roses, the discovery of witches, the twisted series, the zodiac academy series, and the haunting Adeline duo.

“Do I even want to know what you just grabbed?”

“Books that will give me ideas on what we can do.” I winked, a small bit of excitement in my voice. Then I pulled him towards the fantasy section, Harry Potter and Percy Jackson now being placed in his arms.

“Are you going to get all the books again?” He raised an eyebrow, holding up the first book of Percy Jackson.

“If that’s okay, I want to read them again.” He nodded and kissed my forehead, taking the rest of the books from the shelf. His arms were unbelievably full already, the piles of books already meeting his chin. I would say that it makes him much more attractive, holding all my books while I shopped.

When we got to the shop keeper you could see in her eyes that she was surprised to see so many books, but after seeing Derek hold my hand she understood. As he paid, I gave him several kisses all over his face, I could tell he was trying extremely hard to hide the smile that was forming.

“Now I’m paying for our meal.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen his head turn that fast.

“Absolutely not.” He picked up the bags filled to the brim with books with one hand, and the other held my hand tightly. I laughed as he gave me a stern look, he would probably take away from bank card if he could reach it right now. He escorted me out of the bookstore, his arm now wrapping around me and resting his hand on my waist.

“Derbear, seriously I can pay for one thing.”

“Do the girls in those books you’re reading ever pay for anything?” No but they usually don’t let their significant others pay without an argument, so the men end up buying the things the women like behind their backs. But I was not going to tell him that, didn’t want him to get any ideas.

“Fine, but just so you know I will be spoiling you too. You just won’t know when.”

“I’m a werewolf, I’ll hear if you speak about it anywhere near me.” I paused at that comment, wondering if he got his werewolf abilities back and didn’t tell me. He looked down at me, shaking his head which answered my question.

“How is Scott and Stiles?” I changed the topic, knowing that his missing werewolf abilities are a sore subject. I still don’t fully understand how he could lose it, I didn’t think it was a thing he could lose. Then again, the whole supernatural world was new to me. Knowing Derek for as long as I have, I’m surprised I never found out that he was a werewolf. His unbelievable strength, speed, agility, I just wrote it off on his excessive training.

“I think you scared them.” He chuckled.

“Good, I don’t like being lied to and I am still a bit mad at you for using them to babysit me.” I huffed which made him laugh harder as we sat down at the café.

“Even after buying you all these books?”

“Okay, you might have been forgiven before that.” I glanced at him.

“And how was I forgiven?”

“Like this.” I pulled him close for a kiss, smiling against his lips as he moved his hands to my hips. Making out in public has never been on my to do list but Aphrodite has blessed me with a man that is impossible to resist, and it was a self-ordering café so we wouldn’t be interrupted. A quiet moan escaped me as he nibbled on my bottom lip, I opened my mouth eagerly and within a second his tongue was claiming every inch. One of his hands moved up my curves and tangled his fingers in my hair which kept me as close as possible as he took my breath away.

When he pulled back my breath was laboured, my eyes flickered to his lips that were now slightly red from our kiss. When I looked back up at his eyes he was already staring at mine, he leaned in again which sent a wave of excitement through my body. No, my soul. Every possible moment, every possible second that passes makes me crave being under-

His phone rang.

“Um…” I cleared my throat, suddenly coming out of my lustful daze. He shook his head and ended the call, he smiled at me and leaned in again. The same feeling bubbled up inside me again, I gripped the front of his shirt and this time leaned in with him. Our lips connected again, his hand moving to the nape of my neck-

His phone rang again. He growled, ripping his phone out of his pocket and answering.

“What the hell Stiles?” His face changed at once as he listened to the kid, his hand on my waist tightening a bit. He ended the call.

“It’s Scott.”

To be continued…

#derek hale #teen wolf #derek hale x reader #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf season 4

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thetonethetollandthethunder · 9 months

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Arc of A Scythe analysis, chapter 6-10

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Chapter 6!

-Ooo! This is the chapter we see the new order scythes!!!

-99.9 percent on-time service…stuff like this makes me wish i was in scythe—

-I find it very funny that the middle seat is just as bad as disease and government, Neal always makes this small funny bits intentionally or not

-GODDARD ID RECOGNIZE THAT ROBE ANYWHERE

-Elegy of scythes <3

-This is fucking terrifying though, imagine you’re finally on your way home, you can’t wait to see your family, they’re all waiting for you, all you want is a nice flight home, and then it’s announced you’re gonna die. Thats fucking scary man

-This scene really shows how fucked up Goddard and is Elegy are, how cruel they can be

-Yes business man, gleaning is necessary, but not in this way, this way is just despicable

-Chomsky is too excited for this PUT THE FLAMETHROWER AWAY SIR

-Oh god Goddard is using the word Alpha, do you think he considers himself an alpha male? I do NOT wanna think about that

-“Yet even in dreams I often find myself gleaning…” god almost all scythes must be so fucking traumatized man-

-Jesus what a good chapter, a great way to start the new part!

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Chapter 7!!

-Faraday is lowkey a good professor, no wonder you high school au freaks like using him for that /hj

-I for one, CAN imagine Faraday with a mace, he’d look fucking awesome

-Banned weapons are encouraged, that is SCARY!!!

-No wonder a lot of scythes (esp young ones in the new order are bloodthirsty, it’s this cycle of encouragement and being exempt from the rules of society, sure the older scythes preach about gleaning with honor but when you’re young, especially around citra and rowan’s age, you’d be hard-pressed to listen and be much more interested in the bloodsports of Goddard. That’s how he gets you!!!

-Also as someone who has started journaling my scythe journal would be UNREADABLE I have AWFUL handwriting

-Killing 5 people a week, and 260 a year is INSANE!! Again it’s no wonder a lot of scythes are so desensitized to this shit, and even revel in it, you kind of have to, just for your own sanity

-“Good scythes don’t get days off.” *COUGH COUGH* GODDARD *COUGH COUGH*

-“The idea that not all scythes were good was something neither Rowan or Citra had ever considered. It was widely accepted that scythes adhered to the highest moral and ethical standards. Even the ones who sought celebrity were seen to deserve it.” OHH YOU FUCKERS HAVE NO IDEA I LOVE WHEN I HAVE FORESIGHT THE CHARACTERS IN THEIR CURRENT PRESENT TIME DONT!!!!

-“If you do not cry yourself to sleep on a regular basis, you are not compassionate enough to be a scythe.” OUGH THAT LINEEEEE!!!!

-“She doubted rowan cried himself to sleep.” It all happens on the inside, citra!

-“I prefer to see each person I glean as an individual deserving of an end that is unique.” I love how the first book shows how compassionate and truly worthy of the title Scythe Faraday is. It’s that compassionate that makes him stay as one even after the title is gone. Because that’s what he truly is.

-“I find fire a horrific way to glean and would never use it.” ROWAN WOULD DISAGREE OHOHOHOOOOO—

-Its here where I think Rowan gets a lot of his moral code, or at least starts to think about it, to him Faraday is a model scythe, the scythe anyone should strive to be, and when he eventually sees scythes the complete opposite of him, his way of thinking as Scythe Lucifer becomes more clear.

-“I am an accomplice to the world’s oldest crime, and it will only get worse.” AAAA THAT LINE MAN

-“All they do is play games and watch cat holograms.” Oh Neal you really don’t know shit about how people actually use technology—

-I think me and Rowan would have similar handwriting (bad)

-“Rowan found it increasingly hard to parse his feelings about her.” ROWAN FELL FIRST AND HE FELL HARD MAN!!!!!!!!!

-Ben mention :(((((

-This entry of Curie’s journal really fucking hits you man!!! Especially the “I don’t know” at the end like UGH!!!!

-AMAZING CHAPTER AS ALWAYS!!! It’s really laying the groundwork for future character development!

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Chapter 8!!!

-We get some foreshadowing to Citra’s gleaning method! The theater part if you can recall!

-Also the “No, I lost. Twice.” Is SO funny

-“It was the only time in all my years as a scythe that I had been thanked for what I do.” And you’ll be thanked SO much more soon Faraday!

-Them becoming more violent and thinking about gleaning is SO interesting esp since its so early, just shows how much it can affect you.

-Foreshadowing to where Rowan chooses which Scythe he chooses to glean when he becomes Scythe Lucifer

-GOD you can FEEL his guilt of having to choose between these 4 people!! How horrible and awful he feels to take their lives away as he learns more UGH

-AND he’s thinking about Bias’s unlike SOMEONE *cough cough* SCYTHE GODDARD *cough cough*

-“Does it ever get easier?” Rowan asked. “I certainly hope not,” the scythe said.

-Bradford Ziller is such a shit name lmao

-Rowan not wanting to admit he’s the one who chose him is soooo!!

-“They had bitten her. Good for them.” HAH that’s such a fun line

-Oop! There’s an error on my copy of the book! There’s a quotation mark at the end of “How was any of this fair?” When there shouldn’t be because it’s not dialogue! Interesting right?

-Even if he has a stupid name, you can really feel the terror and panic on Bradford, really good stuff

-The fact he wants to be aware and awake when he dies is sooo interesting man

-Rowan and Citra’s love is continuing to blossom!!

-“I fear for all of us if scythes begin to love what they do.” *STARES AT GODDARD*

-Amazing chapter as always!! Two more to go!!

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Chapter 9!!

-Esme!! I always remember her being an underutilized character, let’s see if I was right though!

-Idk why but I hate mentions of food, esp greasy foods in books, makes me ick a lot idk I’m weird

-“Well, she could learn self-control tomorrow. Today she wanted pizza.” ICONIC LINE!! Such a mood!

-Luigi mario :)

-Elegy of scythes are back!!!

-Oh Esme there’s gonna be *so* many mass gleanings later on you have NO idea

-VOLTA

-Esme you’re life is gonna be FUCKED GIRL YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!

-A utopia where everything is perfect would be boring, most ppls lives in Scythe are boring, that’s what I think makes Scythe interesting compared to other dystopian books because its a utopia that turns into a dystopian whilst giving ideas of how that utopia itself was already a dystopia even if it wasn’t a tradition one

-Shorter chapter! Still good tho, not as interesting as others however

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CHAPTER 10!!!!!

-TYGER!!

-Rowan you’re scaring people—

-Rowan’s disobedience is what makes him soooo interesting to me mam!!

-Lmao Rowan is worried about Tyger stealing Citra, already getting jealous!

-Apparently ppl ship Citra and Tyger which…I don’t see??? At all????

-We get some more Citra-Rowan interactions!! Very nice!!! Makes my Citran heart happy <3

-Emo-Nanites <3

-“We are not the same beings we once were. So then, if we are no longer human, what are we?” UGH ANOTHER GOOD LINE!!

-Another short chapter though not as short as the last one! Liked it more than the last though!

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SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, but here’s the next 5 chapters, those last two chapters didn’t have much but everything else was great as always!! Next time we’ll be doing chapters 11-15! Hope you’ll join me for it!!!

#the tone speaks #arc of a scythe #rowan damisch #citra terranova #scythe faraday #scythe goddard #tyger salazar #i dont wanna tag everyone else soooooo #long post

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thelonecalzone · 1 year

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The Unaired Two-Page Conversation

I think we're past the point of possible spoilers, so as promised: the 2pg book conversation that was cut for time (and realism). Originally, I was experimenting with "unsent" books as part of the conversations, but I thought it would ultimately be too confusing and opted not to use that, so anything you see with a strikethrough is an "unsent" book.

(If this text formatting is ultra zany and hard to read, someone please tell me and I'll make it more regular. Allison is Blue, Patty is Red... for reasons... 🫠)

Allison: It’s Lonely at the Center of the Earth, by Zoe Thorogood

Patty: Not Here, by Hieu Minh Nguyen

Allison: Tell Me Everything, by Minka Kelly

Patty: Daily Rituals, by Phoebe Garnsworthy

Patty: Drinking Coffee Elsewhere, ZZ Packer

Patty: Crime, by Irvine Welsh

Allison: Without Me? by Chelle Bliss

Allison: Exciting Times, by Naoise Dolan

Patty: Not Without You, by Harriet Evans

Patty: The Page Turner, by David Leavitt

Allison: I Got a Job and It Wasn’t That Bad, by Scott Dikkers

Patty: Really Moving On, by Pierre Jeanty

Patty: What Kind of Job Can a Monkey Do? by Sato Akira

Allison: Hey Rick! Don’t Be So Rude! by Alyssa Thompson

Patty: I Like Monkeys, by Peter Hansard

Allison: So You Like Me Too, by OPR

Patty: The Miseducation of Cameron Post, by Emily M. Danforth

Allison: Just Say Yes, by Niobia Bryant

Patty: Yes, Chef, by Marcus Samuelsson

Patty: Get to the Point, by Joel Schwartzberg

Allison: I Miss You, by Pat Thomas

Allison: Without You, by Saskia Sarginson

Allison: You’re, by Keisha Ervin

Allison: I Got My Dream Job and So Can You, by Pete Leibman

Patty: Super Spy, by Matt Kindt

Allison: The Librarian Spy, by Madeline Martin

Patty: For the Love of Books, by Graham Tarrant

Allison: Reminds Me of You, by Retno Handini

Allison: For the Thrill of It, by Simon Baatz

Patty: Run Towards the Danger, by Sarah Polley

Allison: Risking it All, by Tessa Bailey

Patty: Risk (With Me), by Sue Wilder

Patty: Ambitious Girl, by Meena Harris

Allison: Yeah, Right, by Jim and Helen Fox

Patty: The Follow-Through Factor: Getting from Doubt to Done, by Gene C. Hayden

Allison: A Stroke of Dumb Luck, by Shiloh Walker

Patty: Credit Where Credit is Due, by Frank Casey

Allison: Optimists Die First, by Susin Neilsen

Patty: The Price of Immortality, by Peter Ward

Allison: Death Visits the Hair Salon, by Amy Anderson

Patty: Murder in the Library, by Katie Gayle

Allison: Sounds Like Fun, by Bryan Moriarty

Patty: I Have More Fun With You Than Anybody, by Lige Clark

Patty: Certifiably Insane, by Arthur W. Bahr

Allison: Charming as a Verb, by Ben Philippe

Patty: How Do You Manage? by John Nicholson

Allison: Liquor, by Poppy Z. Brite

Patty: Hardly Know Her, by Laura Lippman

Allison: Don’t Be Gross, by Barbara Bakos

Patty: It’s Just Anatomy! by Ellen

Allison: Rough Transition, by Patrick Kelley

Patty: Some Girls Like it Rough, by Marlo Peterson

Allison: What Sort of Girls Were They? by Petrea Leslie

Patty: Girls with Bright Futures, by Tracy Dobmeier

Allison: I’m a Little Ghost and I Like the Dark, by Lynda Kimmel

Patty: Dark As the Grave Wherein My Friend Is Laid, by Malcolm Lowrey

Allison: Murder in the Dark, by Simon R. Green

Patty: My Job Was To Bring The Shovel, by Randall M. Rueff

Allison: The Complete Accomplice, by Steve Aylett

Patty: The Magician’s Assistant, by Ann Patchett

Allison: The Witch’s Familiar, by Raven Grimassi

Patty: Witch Minion, by Lissa Kasey

Allison: These Witches Don’t Burn, by Isabel Sterling

Patty: The Drowning Kind, by Jennifer McMahon

Allison: A Touch Morbid, by Leah Clifford

Patty: Lucy Clark Will Not Apologize, by Margo Rabb

Allison: I Wonder What She’s Doing Tonight, by James Hold

Patty: Whiskey, Words, and a Shovel, by R. H. Sin

Allison: Sounds Perfect, by Ashley Boren

Patty: How I Made a Friend, Daniel Georges

Allison: Good For You (Between the Lines), by Tammara Webber

Patty: We’re Very Good Friends, by P.K. Hallinan

Allison: Sounds Fake, But Okay, by Sarah Costello

Patty: What If It’s True? by Charles Martin

Allison: What If It Wasn’t? by Ivan Itch

Patty: Why Do You Care? by Saju Skaria

Allison: I’m Fine and Neither Are You, by Camille Pagán

Allison: The Replacement Part, by Nora Wylde

Patty: Just a Friend, by Ashley Nicole

Allison: How to Kill Your Best Friend, by Lexie Elliott

Patty: You’re All Just Jealous of My Jetpack, by Tom Gauld

Allison: Dead Jealous, by Sharon Jones

Patty: You’ve Got to Have Friends, by Delbert George Fitzpenfield Anthony

Allison: Everything I Need I Get From You, by Kaitlyn Tiffany

Allison: Among Other Things, by Robert Long Foreman

Allison: Truths I Learned from Sam, by Kristin Butcher

Patty: The Idiot King, by Patty Jansen

Allison: He Helped Me Climb the Mountain, by Betty E. Wright

Patty: The Man Who Pushed His Wife off a Cliff, by Will D. Burn

Patty: Men are Trash, by Salman Faris

Patty: And That’s Why I Think I Prefer A Rainbow Horse, by Tiarra Nazario

Patty: Sam Houston’s Wife, by William Seale

Allison: What About Her, by Emma Tharpe

Patty: Amelia Bedelia Sleeps Over, by Herman Parish

Patty: The Undead in my Bed, by Katie McAlister

Allison: Sleeping with the Enemy, by Nancy Price

Allison: How Could You Do That?! by Laura Schlessinger

Allison: How Could You Murder Us? by Charae Lewis

Allison: Why Her? by Nicki Koziarz

Allison: I Hate You, Don’t Leave Me, by Jerold J. Kreisman

Patty: I Was Joking, Of Course, by Paul Jennings

Allison: Liar, by Tate James

Patty: What if I Say the Wrong Thing? by Verna A Myers

Allison: Don’t Look Back, by Josh Lanyon

Patty: Come Back, by Sally Crosiar

Patty: SHIT, by Shahnon Ahmad

Patty: Barbie: It Takes Two, by Grace Baranowski

Allison: I Changed My Mind, by Jimmy Evans

Allison: Allison Hewitt Is Trapped, by Madeleine Roux

Patty: Are You Still There, by Sara Lynn Schreeger

Patty: Wait for Me, by Caroline Leech

Allison: Look Back, by Tatsuki Fujimoto

#kcfh #kevin can fuck himself #kevin can f himself #kevin can f**k himself #kcfh fanfic #there'll be some changes made #tbscm #pattison #patty x allison #little victorian lesbians #allison mcroberts #patty o'connor #the orpheus of it all

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Living Meat Anon here! ah Pinnie that wasn't gross at all! Id honestly love to smash the mimic! He wants to blend in so bad maybe he should learn more about what humans do for *fun*, cue his curious little human roommate teaching him about various sexual positions and kinks, which he insists will help him in the process of attacking his lunch when they're at their most vulnerable, which ofc he'd never actually do cuz these acts are reserved for him and his roommate (tho he'd never tell them) (1)

I also like the idea of him having no concept of space or boundaries. No you cant follow me into the bathroom! No you cant watch me shower! Do you even need to- wtf why are half of my clothes missing!? Sometimes having to be dominate, or keep him on a leash so to speak (oop- is that me projecting my tastes??) The closet scene with the regular mimic in the vid i shared tho did have me sweating haha...I could only imagine how his hypothetical heat would be like! Scary stuff...but still so fun! I also love the Host! I imagine him to be a touchy slut you have to be cautious about cause he has the potential to kill you if youre not careful or get him upset. I could see a human making a deal w/ a host in return for their life where theyd agree to bring him some humans he can infect w/ his spores or eat. Considering there are only a few hosts in the world, i can see him curious enough to try mating with his human accomplice to continue his bloodline even if theres a 0 chance itll work. Im surprised you didn't comment on the monoliths tho! Id smash them too, even tho we don't know much about them yet and they don't really move. They're tall asf and I'd worship the ground they stand on! Side note, I'd keep a Trimming as a pet, they're so ugly it's cute XD Anyways, sorry for the word vomit I just got excited to share my thoughts on this with someone! I haven't gone through everything myself either but ive been enjoying things so far! Love ya! - Living Meat Anon, Monsterfucker

I have to agree on the closet scene, that was fucking beautiful, I'm a sucker for chase scenes. And though it saddens me that we don't get to see clearer shots of them, I understand it's a production choice.

I don't know if you're going to have a lot of luck with leashes, or maybe you will, I bet it mostly depends on their temper.

I also like to think, although this has no scientific basis, that the mimics may enter a heat after they transform into an elder mimic (or the alternative route)- Because that might be their peak physical form, aka the state in which they're likely to attract more mates. And if there aren't any other mimics around, then chances might be high that the elder will snatch his little human up, given there's a lot of visual and behavioral compatibility. It's a good concept, in my eyes.

With all those roots, I have to agree that the Host is probably a touchy one. But you can make this scenario a whole lot more horrifying if you consider how clingy these beings may be. Putting hunting practices aside, I can imagine Hosts get lonely. Bored. And they wouldn't want their pretty human away for too long, right? Because what are you up to then? Moving expends quite a bit of energy, so why won't you just stay still next to him and be good? There's definitely always the threat of spores, which they'll probably use to keep their little bait-human compliant.

I didn't mention the monoliths, not from lack of interest, but mostly because we have so little to work with. Plus, they kind of look like stick men with very undefined bodies. I'm not shitting on the author/artist, they're talented, I just don't have a clear idea of what to do with monoliths yet. Imagine one of them was just ripped, like shredded. Lmao.

Trimmings remind me of hairless cats, I would also like to keep one. You could probably train one to alert you to the presence of mimics or other, more nefarious types of carnis. Plus, they're not that hard to feed. Good pets!

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(tw gore and gun violence)

xB doesn’t like hunting Eye avatars. He can see them, sure, but he can’t See them. It makes things more complicated than they need to be. Luckily, he’s not one of those idiots who couldn’t add one and one together without their patron there to tell them it was two. So he caught Xisuma’s trail, went on the Hunt, and ended up here in a hotel across from the one where Xisuma and his accomplice are staying with a view right in through the window. He draws the curtains and sits on the bed, assembling his rifle.

The act is meditative, almost religious. A connection between him and the dread powers he serves. Both the grim knowledge of his own vulnerability while his gun is unable to defend him along with the promise of a greater feast to follow. This will be the first time in a very long time that he’s shot to kill. At least, to kill quickly. He knows how to, of course. What passes for a spinal cord or a brain and where he could sever to snuff one of them out instantly. But that’s too fast. Doesn’t give them enough time to marinate. He can get a better shot if he waits. Waits until they see him. Until they start their rabid, desperate scramble up the escarpment to his isolated sniper’s nest.

They go slow. Achingly slow. They must think they can catch him off guard if they’re slow enough. He wonders, sometimes, how much they understand about him. They must have noticed that they die every time he sees movement. So stillness must be the way to catch him, he imagines them to conclude. If they can even think. He holds his stillness too, knowing they’ll strike at the first sign of weakness he shows. Minutes, hours, boiling days and freezing nights spent willing his hands not to shake and his eye pressed against his rifle’s sights as the creature slinks closer and closer and closer until–

xB’s head explodes. His eyes fly in different directions. One bounces off the curtains and rolls towards the door. The other settles under the bedside table. HIs brains splatter agains the flowery hotel wallpaper. A shard of skull wedges in the styrofoam takeout container that had housed his half finished lunch. Gross.

The shooter is in the room with him. It’s a bit hard to process the visual information when his brain is dripping slowly into the cheap rug, but xB is starting to put the pieces together. Of the scene, if not of himself. Human. Fearless. Dressed in black. Currently hammering what looks to be a railroad spike through xB’s leg. It’s very convenient that xB’s nerves are very far away from the parts of him that tell him what pain feels like.

The shooter circles around. Just like one of those creatures, circling what they think is helpless prey. They’re rarely wrong, is the thing. xB is always cold and tired and hungry and right at the edge of not being able to go on anymore and they, like the shooter, slink closer and closer and closer until–

They never know about the second gun.

In xB’s regular haunts, it’s hidden in a small hole along the path the creatures prefer to climb, aimed right at their vulnerable underbellies. Here it was just in his jacket pocket. And now it’s right between the shooter’s eyes, aimed true.

The shooter takes the hint. He drops the second spike and holds his hands up. xB can take a decent look at him now. Even now, he’s got nothing to feed from. Shame.

xB takes his left hand and cups it over his exposed windpipe in a loose approximation of an upper jaw. After a couple miserable attempts and ugly gurgling noises, he manages to put together a decent approximation of human speech. “Not many people manage to get the drop on me.”

“I used to say the same sorta thing about my cat,” the shooter nods. “Told everyone he hated but he was the sweetest cat you could ever hope to meet. Made people feel real special when he came up to them, you know? Anyway, the rifle is pretty solid evidence you’re planning to murder someone, so how much are you getting paid to do it?”

“What makes you think I’m not just doing it out of the malice of my own heart?”

The shooter raises an eyebrow. “I work for the Recap Institute.” He flicks his ID out of his sleeve. It looks legit enough, at first glance. Says his name is Hypno, apparently “I got access to intel. So. How much?

xB hesitates. “...So much. Like. Just so much money.”

Hypno hums. “Right. I’ll pay you twenty bucks to not murder instead.”

xB considers. “You drive a hard bargain. Thirty bucks.”

“Twenty five.”

“Twenty eight.”

Hypno narrows his eyes. “Twenty seven fifty.”

xB laughs. “Yeah, sure. Why not? Twenty seven fifty and I don’t murder you or or Mr Xisuma B Void until I get a better offer. Deal?”

Hypno’s already pulling out his wallet. “Deal.”

#tmau #the hermit archives #xbcrafted #hypnotizd #my writing

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fictionkinfessions · 11 months

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wait oops. the recent two suitcase ii posts. ii is my source (inanimate insanity), i am not suitcase part two! that'd be funny tho. where's suitcase part one at, someone should find her. anyways yeah just figured i'd clarify!!

I mean if you had some sort of homunculous or dopple ganger that you keep placated by regular servings of delicious magma or some other fruit so they wouldn't go on a rampage flattening the worst coast [east coast usa] I wouldn't be mad?

But oh yeah that makes more sense than naming your successor or accomplice the same name but with a 'II' like some sort of little lord fauntleroy! It's changed now!

Mod Party Cat!

#fictionkinfessions #mod response #not confessions #mod party cat!#food cw

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Hi I hope you are okay !! Can you please do Hannibal x female s/o who is truly gorgeous and side and out but is very social with their friends like they are the centre of the group that sometime when hannibal had a lot of work they don’t mind because they always have company and not to mention hannibal is obsessed with her because of her personality

Hannibal and a perfect y/n

Hi anon! I'm doing fine, thank you!

As stated in my ask rules, I don't write romantic headcanons for Hannibal (because I don't HC him as capable of genuine love anymore) so the following HC will be...kind of in the middle? (sorry, I like to add my own little creepy twist on things).

Warnings: non-consensual cannibalism (ofc), Hannibal being creepy

Make sure to read my rules before you send me any asks!

Onwards towards the headcanons!!

-Hannibal always only let himself gravitate towards interesting, one-of-a-kind individuals.

-And to say the least, you were very, very, very interesting

-You two met at one of the man's many aquintances' house party

-Surrounded by Doctors, investors, Justices and people of the high society; you out-shone them effortlessly

-This immediately captured the cannibal's attention

-The way people were somehow enchanted by your mere presence, how you always had company, how you had everyone you encountered wrapped around your little finger

-You could secure deals with the bat of an eye and have anyone in your bed with a sway of your hips

-Obviously, as a man who likes to collect rarities, you were needed in his collection

-He wanted to pierce your mystery. Just how could you manipulate all of them without even breaking a sweat

-Hannibal had since long gone beyond the title of master manipulator, but compared to you his skills were those of a preschooler

-That night, he decided he needed to own you

-You two hit off pretty well. As well as an undercover psychopathic serial killer and a seemingly innocent person can anyways.

-The more the ripper got to know you, the more he realised. You were...innocent?

-You seemingly weren't aware of your effect on people

-In your words, that was just you being "hypersocial"

-Hypersocial indeed. You never had a moment to yourself, ever-so surrounded by a flood of admirers and friends.

-This discovery enchanted the murderer as much as it disgruntled him.

-On the one hand, he was inconvenienced by the loss of a potentially like-minded person, someone who shares his vision...an accomplice maybe.

-On the other hand, he delighted in the possibility of ruining that innocence.

-Oh how he would make you fall from grace and show your ugly side to the world.

-This thought consumed his entire being. How he wanted your anger and wickedness to rear its ugly head. How he would be the one to push you over the edge.

-He was soon all over you. Calling often. Meeting at regular intervals. Inviting you to dinner at his place.

-Slowly but surely, he began to own you, just as he wanted.

-Your many friends and admirers did form an obstacle to his plans. After all, he needed you alone. These insignificant flies weren't a part of the future he had planned for you.

-They were only useful when he needed to...replenish his stocks, per say. As a distraction for you or as the next prime piece in his refrigerator.

-You once called him in tears, half sobbing half talking. One of your friends had gone missing, and the authorities had just contacted you with bad news.

-With you breaking down on the phone, he rushed over to your house with wine, a warm home-cooked meal and all the "love" he had to give.

-He comforted you through your grief in his own way that night. Even though you could have called anyone else, you turned to him in this trying time.

-The scent of the therapist's cooking never failed to put a smile on your face after all.

-Facing your sulking figure, Hannibal revelled in the sight of you savouring the meat; wine-red juice mixing with the remnants of tears on the corner of your mouth.

-Oh, how the fruits of his labour were coming together.

-You would soon be ripe for the plucking, dear y/n.

#nbc hannibal #reader insert #y/n #hannibal & reader #headcanons #ask me headcanons #creepy undertones #how I love my creepy undertones #would it even be me writing hannibal if it wasn't creepy #hannibal lecter #I love ruining fluff <3 #I am physically unable of writing lovey dovey stuff for Hannibal I'm sorry #know that if you ask me hannibal HC they WILL be creepy

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Man, I love Summer

"You made it. You’re done.” She smiled proudly. It felt like only last Monday me and my best friend were sat on his bed doing our first ever set of notes. We’d walked to get pizza in the blistering summer sun that burnt us both before we had made it through to cool air conditioned doors. The Quick Check a few doors down scolded our volume as we wandered in in search of drinks full of artificial colors, flavors, and sugars. I only drank regular Coke with you. And on the days I missed you and needed some sense of proximity, found in the taste of summertime adventures through the woods and long days at the beach. We’d infiltrate the Starbucks drive through before the gym and go again for a second round after a horribly shitty work out. We’d rinse off in the ocean and let the comforting waves heal our sore muscles. Sunscreen was unheard of as we rode skateboards down the side streets behind your house. Debating using the hot tub, deciding it was too hot. Laying on the deck and spending time with your sisters. Still walking to the convenience store in the rain, no umbrellas accompanied. Making beaded bracelets at four in the morning, we were so tired we kept dropping our almost completed star shapes off the side of the bed. Gossiping about who we saw on their bikes while out and about ourselves, hardly acknowledging they were most likely speaking similarly about us in their own bedroom.

Spending hours on Facebook Marketplace, looking for cheap cars to fix and free plywood to fix the roof of our fort that had caved in through hurricane season. On the super stormy nights we piled all the blankets on the couch and took shots while watching scary movies, letting the thunder add to the suspense. We baked Christmas cookies in August, except we ate all of the batter raw before the oven was done preheating. Sneaking out of your sliding glass door at exactly 2:03, treading lightly across the wet deck without shoes on to avoid making any noise, the wet socks were worth your parents continued sleep. Speeding down the highway with the top down, hitting 120 MPH for the first time in my own car. We were late to a concert. I drove an hour in 35 minutes. The sun made your light hair even lighter and you helped me re-dye the back of my hair to the natural looking black I struggled to keep it in my never ending war against the heat waves and salt water. Getting lost on the way to dinner, your sister laughed at me while I made a U-turn in front of a sign inscripted “no u-turns”.

Purple Monster Energy and amusement park lines. We only bothered spending the money when there wasn’t a town fair within 5o miles. Taking day trips and following road maps. Blowing up excessive amounts of balloons and putting dish soap on our slip and slide. Driving past our friends’ houses when we couldn’t find anything better to do, hoping to pick up some other accomplices with fresh ideas. Cramming 9 people into the back of my convertible on the way to Applebees. The top stayed up ICOC, in case of cops. Avoiding our Summer work and pretending I won’t be committed to college the same time next year. Dinners at bars, hoping someone would accidentally serve us a drink. Mostly we drank Coke and ate soft pretzels, but there was a valiant attempt. Doodling on each other whenever we came across markers in the art supply store. Mcdonalds runs and Target trips. Wandering around Food Town and sitting on top of the old Shoprite. K Street and Exxon, B and P as a back up. Air fresheners in my car just in case anyone got nosy. Ice cream and long walks from Main Street to the boardwalk. Complaining about kids at Jenkinsons, still waiting in the long lines. He listened for hours while I reminisced about a 5 minute conversation with my hopeless situationship. Walking through the mall on days too rainy to walk down the road.

I got to be a teenager. Something many don’t have the pleasure of. I wasn’t ready to give it up. No, I still don’t think I am. I’ll lie about my age and stay forever 15, hell, I could pass for 12 if I tried. But today, our psychology teacher said, “That's it! Those are the last notes you’ll ever have to take in high school!” with a bitter sweet smile on her face. My heart sank, and I looked over to you. One more summer, I pleaded with God. One more to make me feel alive. So for the love of all summer days and the late night heat wave haze, let me be a teenager, just a little longer. A little longer, just with him.

#chaotic academia #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writing #writeblr #writers and poets #summer #absolute nonsense #graduation

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I've been asked more than once if I think that "Lan Qiren's punishment of Lan Wangji is justified" and I'm going to try and do my best to finally answer this question without writing an entire essay.

First of all, it wasn't "Lan Qiren's punishment", I doubt he alone decided on Wangji's punishment, just wanted to put this here. Yes, he did give him his punishment, but for big transgressions like that, I doubt he decided on them alone. I believe the reason he was the one whipping Wangji was because he felt that his actions was to some degree his fault too, since he raised him, but also to take the burden of punishment from Lan Xichen, knowing that punishing him in such a way would hurt him too much. Not that it didn't hurt Qiren too, because I believe it did.

Anyway, was the punishment justified? I believe so, yes. We can't look at it from our point of view, because I'm personally against corporal punishment, we have to look at it from their point of view.

The Sunshot Campaign has just finished, all sects are exhausted in every sense of the word and the world is trying to reform itself after a power-vacuum and also a considerable loss of people. Not just cultivators, but regular people too. The cultivation world and the secular world are connected, not just by cultivators helping the common people, but through trade and services too (this includes servants). At this point, most sects just wants peace and to rebuild/restrengthen themselves. They probably also want to make sure the secular community in their area is okay (at least some of them would want that). Doing anything that would gain unwanted attention during this time is a bad thing. Not much would be needed to make a sect crumble at this time, even someone as old and powerful as the Gusu Lan. Especially if the one you went against is Lanling Jin, since they are the top sect at this time (and continues to be so until JGY fall). The Lans doesn't really have anything to do with the Wen remnants and would therefore focus on their sect instead. Wangji's connection with Wei Wuxian, who ends up being on the not so good side of the Jins, is not the best thing for the Lan Sect.

Though until the Massacre at Nightless City, this is not much more than a worry, but after that, when Wei Wuxian is, quite rightfully, declared an enemy of the Cultivation World, it becomes something that needs to be stopped. Wangji cannot be associated with Wei Wuxian anymore because that will cost the Lan Sect, and especially Wangji, greatly if the other sects finds out he aided him. Which is why Xichen tries to act as quickly and quietly as possible when he sees Wangji taking Wuxian and fly away after the massacre. To quote him from the novel:

"I hurried back to the Lan Clan of Gusu to request reinforcements, worried that Wangji would be considered an accomplice if the other clans caught up to the two of you first. The best-case scenario would see his reputation tarnished, blemished for life. The worst-case scenario would see him killed without mercy."

And if anyone thinks that Qiren thinks more of the Sect than his nephew, I think they'd be wrong, since he and Xichen are the one selecting who to bring to search for Wangji and they choose people they know have always liked him. Not necessarily the best at the job itself, but the best ones for Wangji.

"Uncle and I selected thirty-three seniors who had always thought highly of Wangji, and we launched a secret search."

Once he's found, he has no explanation to his actions other than it is what it seems. In other words, he acted on his own personal emotions (doing something that's terrifyingly similar to what his own father did), aiding someone who had just caused a massacre and by doing so, he could bring great damage to both himself and his sect. I know some of you might not realise how important a sect is. It's more than just family and it is home and security for many, cultivators and commoners alike. You can't just go against the Sect's rules when you feel like it and expect that it will all be forgiven in the end and once you have been kicked out of a sect, you lose all connection with it, including blood-family. So if Wangji had been kicked out, he would no longer have a brother and uncle, and family means a great deal here. It is the foundation the sects are built on (and the rest of society too, for that matter).

Anyway, they found Wangji and he fought them, severely injuring the 33 elders, and he was also the one starting the fight. Doing this, raising his blade against and injuring his own sect, which included his own blood-family and they were all older than him is a huge transgression. Yes, Wangji knows it, otherwise he wouldn't return to Cloud Recesses and accept his punishment.

So, for putting his sect at risk (and if the sects reputation had been damaged enough by it, it could've meant it's decline and fall, leading to loss of home and income for many), breaking various rules, severely injuring 33 people (who all happened to be his elders) and aiding a criminal, I do believe the 33 whips by the discipline whip and the seclusion was an appropriate punishment (based on how their world and laws work).

#headcanon #kinda i guess #ooc

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dishtothedeath · 11 months

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Don't Ask Me For A Title Right Now || Haruki 3.3 || RE: Holy Sh*t Guys.

"..."

Eyes trained forward on the tablecloth in front of him, Haruki takes a deep breath.

Did he have a gut feeling Yukari had told Fergus from between the lines of everything he heard? Yes.

Was it still unpleasant to hear as an arguing point for something like this? Definitely.

"...Sso... the cake is a regular cake. Once deciding to add the... mess. The culprit would have been able to leave the head in the sink to drain while setting everything else up...

I..."

Closing his eyes, Haruki takes a sigh.

"I think we jumped a bit ahead, and those who were accused took things a bit too personally-- I understand the tension, but figuring out the outfit and the entire crushing mechanism is way more important than... all of this."

The bickering, the recording, the views. Well, if the killers intent was to make a show of it, they surely won in that regard.

"Let's start with some basics. How did Emil even end up there? Was it by chance and opportunistic? Were they lured back there? If they were... do we know how that could happen? Why the wig when most people here have brown or black hair anyways? In a moments look, it'd be easy to mistake someone's hair for either or given most people here have darker hair in general...

Hands clasped together, he stares forward at Yukari, giving a small nod of acknowledgement at her mouthed 'sorry'.

"...I'm not taking myself off the table, since that'd be unfair. Logistically I'm the most likely person to wear a plain wig, have the most disposable clothes, with the strength and lack of skill to back that up... right?

In terms of who could cut the head off... I feel pretty safe cutting down the numbers to Me, Morgan, Jun'ya, Bonbon, Fergus, and... let's add Man to be safe. What we need to determine is who did that... if there was an accomplice... who would have one comes second.

The way the head was cut off was manic, that's a fact. Someone who knows how to cut meat... I'm sorry I can't say I'd believe they'd mess up so much on that spot with the only thing they know and uh... not to be dark but Fergus I think would prefer going for a set of chops instead of sawing... He kind of has a cleaver on him at all times after all..."

If nothing else, he trusted Fergus to be a no nonsense kind of guy and this was... truly nothing but nonsense.

"...Man would mess more up overall like Yuka-sis said even if he was careful... I dunno enough about Morgan's skills to clear him fully but it does seem unlikely... So... I hope my reasoning is at least enough to say Fergus and Man didn't do this. That means we're left with Me, Jun'ya, Bonbon, and Morgan potentially...

Let's start from there and the basics."

#submission #ch3 #trial #haruki

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maggiegarza · 1 year

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request: how lucifer, mammon, satan, belphegor and diavolo react and find out about you having 'I now own your soul' under the terms and conditions of a webpage.

Lucifer:

While Lucifer is certainly busy all the time, and tries to balance it by having you in his study as he works, he can’t hide how tired he has actually been for the past 4 weeks.

All you know is that Diavolo has made the meetings more frequent and they are taking a toll on him

And since he means that much to you, regardless of if you wish to acknowledge it or not, you have to ask what is going on once he stands up and walks over to reach for another bottle from his shelf Lucifer does not drink that often and he certainly doesn’t try to avoid work by drinking.

Just what could be making him act this way?

“Lucifer, you have to tell me what is going on.”

He stands on his side of the desk just pouring another glass down.

Curse him for being elegant and showing his forearms while doing so!

And then he dares to look at you with full focus and furrowed eyebrows and he is about to say something and he looks like-

‘no. You are human.’

Fuck.

“Come on! You know I won’t tell anyone!”

He does trust you at least after so long.

"Very well. I will tell you since it has something to do with a human. If, by any chance, you spread the information, the price you pay will be a heavy one."

He can’t intimidate you that much but you know when he is serious.

"You see, recently, Diavolo has had more issues than ever with someone we like to call ‘code soul stealer"

“Uhn,, and that is?”

He takes a sip of his drink and holds the glass while looking at you.

“Apparently, a pesky human added ‘I now own your soul’ in their terms and conditions on a web page and some application. With this, they have stolen many souls and Diavolo has grown even more concerned these past few weeks since the page is just gaining popularity.”

Oh fuck, oh fuck. Thats you that he is calling a pesky human! You only did it as a joke because you saw a meme! It wasn’t supposed to make an enemy out of you to the prince of hell!

How are you supposed to tell Lucifer that? How will he react?

Maybe if you do tell him it will actually create more good than harm?

Or, you could hide it for the rest of your life and- no! The honest way with Lucifer is the best way. He trusts you enough so you have to trust him too!

“Lucifer...I am the pesky human you are referring to...”

He drops the glass.

“I swear I had no idea souls were actually real and now I own a lot of them! O-On the good side I went viral 4 weeks ago so...oh, that is why you’ve been so busy....sorry.”

Lucifer says nothing.

He just falls into the chair in the most dramatic way you’ve ever seen.

He covers his face with both hands and groans into them loudly.

If you were not ‘code soul stealer’ you would laugh at him right now. But he has to figure out a way to protect you now.

Mammon:

You see, dating Mammon means that you two will bicker plenty.

However, it is usually silly stuff that you bicker about like; are gold or silver lines better on this cup of tea or not?

He just loves you too much to get into a serious argument with you.

However, Levi dragged you both to play a spy/heist game that just came out and Mammon cannot accept to lose such a challenge.

He is not proud that people call him thief, but he is proud and believes he has the skills to back up his many enrichment-plans

So the fact that you won against him for 3 times in a row is UNNACCEPTABLE under this dark, dark sky.

Mammon denies it all. ‘i went easy on you’; ‘I did it cuz you are happy when you win’ and ‘please, don’t you know who I am? I am THE Mammon!”

And while he is cute while bickering, sometimes it becomes unbearable.

So, you do what any normal human would: you challenge him by listing your biggest ‘heist’ ever.

“You don’t know who you are talking to! I have created a heist unlike any other! I have stolen a million souls so far! The DevilTV refers to me as – unstoppable soul collector!”

Levi left long ago so Mammon is standing there completely stunned with the stupidest look on his face so far. He kind of looks like a blowfish.

Still, he runs and puts a hand over your mouth and whispers:

“Don’t yell! We don’t want others to know that we run that business!”

Excuse him? Who is this –we- he speaks of?

“You will add your boyfriend to those plans, won’t you?”

Mammon will not let shock stand in the way of money or souls. You can explain to him how you managed that later but for now – just add him as your accomplice.

Satan:

You love your boyfriend.

You really, really do.

You love seeing him so excited and focused on finding clues to the newest Devildom mystery that you chose to let him have his fun by not telling him YOU were the one he was searching for.

And while you love him that much, you are about to ruin the whole game.

Why does he think it is appropriate to own 48 pairs of the same Sherlock Holmes outfit with THE UGLIEST MATCHING HATS YOU HAVE EVER LAID YOUR EYES ON.

First, he wore them in his ‘detective office’ only. Also known as the Lamentation house storage room for cleaning products. And that was fine, it was.

But then he started to wear them inside the house and in the garden. The saddest day was when a cat knocked the ugly hat off and ran away with it. Oh praise that cat! Praise the little paws!

However, he has gone too far.

He knows no bounds and shows no signs of stopping.

He started wearing the outfits OUTSIDE! In the middle of cobblestone paths of the main street while you were trying to have a nice date!

"Who knows where the soul snatching culprit could be hiding? I must wear this outfit everywhere to catch their clues. Trust me.”

That is it.

If one more iguana-looking-ass demon points their finger at you two and snickers as you walk past – he will have a rude wake up call.

How is it possible that he is trying to catch the culprit that is you but doesn’t pay any attention to you?

So, when you arrive home and he walks into the mop closet to add another unrelated photo to his crazy whiteboard as a clue – you tell him to sit down for a moment.

“Satan, honey, I have something to tell you about your soul snatching culprit.”

That definitely got his attention.

Finally! He is actually looking at you!

You lean down and gently kiss his head.

“I am the culprit you’re looking for. How does it feel to completely miss something right under your nose?”

He freezes up and throws a pen towards the whiteboard. It just bounces off and hits him in the back.

“You....you mean to tell me that,,, the biggest Devil Mystery TV phenomenon is ACTUALLY YOU?”

You are met with complete disbelief. Satan demands a detailed explanation on how you did it. He even tells you to use his whiteboard to retrace your steps!

...good luck...

Belphegor:

Will Belphegor ever actually publicly say that he has changed because of you? No.

Will he ever actually admit that to other brothers besides Beel when they’re talking in the late hours of the night in their room? Oh, absolutely not.

Will he tell you? Yes.

Yes but.. He will leave something out.

Sometimes Belphie looks at how you smile and remembers things that make him famous in this realm.

Yes, he is one of the most powerful demons and yes, he has a reputation of rebellion and the biggest steak of unattendance in RAD but

He is also a fairly famous scholar.

His papers and research are cited on the regular.

But when you smile and say a witty joke – he remembers that most of them focus around him proving just how dumb or naïve humans actually are.

But, you’re human and he hopes that you never see those.

Except that you do.

Because he is so famous it is no surprise that while looking for research papers to reference for your next assignment you saw his name while browsing through

And while you love him - you will not allow him to just diss the whole mankind.

So, you grab one of them from the library. Walk home, go to the attic while he is napping and open it up, putting it right on his face.

It takes a couple of seconds but he feels something is wrong and his hand reaches for it.

When he pulls it away, he is met with his thesis that was further developed from the seduction speech class assignment.

It sets it up as: ‘Seduction speech as a matter of blatant deception that humans always fall for but could never recreate.’

You are not even that mad at it to be honest.

But proving him wrong is always fun. And little does he know about your biggest secret ever.

“I will cut right to the chase and say – fix your bangs I want to see the way your eyes look when I tell you this!”

“I wonder who messed up my bangs with the academic paper in the first place?” is what he replies but his hand is already on his forehead.

“Whatever. Prepare to be amazed! I am the one the elders of the devildom are always ranting about on TV! Yes, I am the ‘pesky little human’ who is stealing away ‘edible’ souls! How is that for your thesis now? Is that not true deception?!”

He likes your smile still. You’re standing in front of the bed looking at him with sparkling eyes and clenched fists while striking a pose. It is silly really but he smiles.

Because you are.

And while he will ask you a bit more about that claim, he is just happy to know that maybe his next academic paper (which everyone eagerly awaits) will be tad more positive to your kind.

Diavolo:

You got an urgent call from Barbatos.

On the doorstep he told you that Diavolo needs you in his study.

What could you do that Barbatos can’t and will help Diavolo? Does such a thing even exist?

You walk inside of his office and are pretty sure Barbatos did not want to go inside because of the fact that a rat could be hiding under the mountain of papers that are all around the room.

Usually, Diavolo immediately stands up, lights up the room with his smile and stretches out his hands for a hug.

Now? He hears the doors open and looks at you with a weak smile while his head is resting on his elbows from behind the desk.

He has never looked worse.

“Barbatos said you called for me?”

You are unsure where to begin with this so you state a fact while thinking of questions to ask.

“He has? I have done no such thing?”

Great. Now both of you are confused.

“Can you tell me what is going on?”

Diavolo sighs and his smile is still nowhere to be seen.

“The elders have been so annoying lately. I understand that the biggest threat to the Devildom and everyone’s life here still has not been identified but there is nothing I can do except search!”

Just what threat is that? What could be making Diavolo so miserable?

“They keep comparing me to my father without actually offering any ways of fixing this!”

“I will try to offer some way if you tell me what the threat is!”

There you are, making a grand exclamation and promise while trying to avoid papers on the floor. Diavolo sighs again.

“A human is ruining our business! They somehow set up a page that allowed them to own souls by consent in some application under the terms and conditions. I mean, this has never happened before! Humans were never expected to think of that or have access to such means! And the name they used was fake. How am I supposed to find them and then burn them in the darkest pits of hell as the elders want me to?”

You stop trying to avoid the papers.

Did...did he just say darkest pits of hell? Did he just say the elders want YOU burned?!

How are you supposed to fix this? It was a fucking joke! You did not imagine this could ever happen!

“Diavolo you promised you would protect me no matter what, right?”

His eyes are serious when you say that. “Yes. I will. Is something amiss?”

“Diavolo.... I am the enemy your elders want to burn.. PLEASE DON’T LET THEM! MY SKIN JUST ADJUSTED TO THIS TEMPERATURE!”

Diavolo looks at you and laughs like never before. It is cute, it is childlike. His laugh finally lights up the room.

He thinks you are joking.

He thinks you are joking and abruptly stops once he realizes that you did not join in on the laugh.

You were just trying to crack a joke and make him feel better, right? There is no way that is true, right? But judging from your reaction he knows it is.

So, he grows serious once more.

He runs to embrace you.

“Please tell me you are willing to make a compromise because the elders do not care about how your skin adjusts to the temperature.”

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anonymous asked: so this baddo villain council noticed villain has been getting close to someone (platonically or romantically) and tells him to cut off all ties with them to which he refuses

“You’re not allowed to see them anymore.”

“Wait what?” Villain’s gaze shot up to meet Leader’s piercing stare.

“You heard me,” Leader crossed their arms. “Your relationship with Lover is getting dangerous.”

Villain shook their head. “And you came to this conclusion how?”

“We’ve been tracking them—,”

Villain raised their brows. “Tracking them? What are we, some stalker mafia?”

Leader chuckled, but it was devoid of any humor. “You’ve got nerve, Villain.”

Villain took that as a warning and shut their mouth.

Leader continued. “We have suspicions that they’re working with Hero as an accomplice, maybe a spy. One of our guards followed them back to Hero’s base but we never saw them enter.” Villain opened their mouth to object, but Leader cleared their throat. “Have you told them anything that could potentially detriment our missions?”

Villain shook his head. “I keep them separate from this life.” He gestured at his costume. “They know nothing, which is exactly why it should be okay for me to—,”

“Keep seeing them?” Leader scoffed. “You really don’t get it do you?”

“No, I don’t,” Villain said firmly. “It’s not easy to tell someone that you want to break up with them for no reason. Wouldn’t something so sudden make them even more suspicious anyway?”

“Make up a story. Tell them you’ve been cheating or some shit.” Leader regarded Villain’s slight flinch with a cold stare. “Whatever it takes to get away from them until we can figure out what’s going on. That’s an order.”

And with that, they stalked away, leaving Villain alone in the control room.

Villain frowned, watching Leader disappear down the hall.

Then he grabbed his mask from the table and strapped it over his face before rushing out of headquarters to find Lover.

If he couldn’t go to them, he’d bring them here.

He spotted them heading back to the apartment from their work at the office. They were wrapped in a coat that probably did nothing to keep the cold out. Villain ached to give them something warmer to wear and walk back with them, perhaps grab a coffee together on the way—

He slapped himself. No time for daydreaming. He steeled his heart against any notion of love and hopped down from his spot on the rooftop, landing gracefully behind Lover.

They didn’t hear him. He took a brief second to silently apologize for what he was about to do, then cleared his throat.

Lover whipped around and immediately jolted, the pure fear in their usually warm eyes a sword through Villain’s gut.

“Oh shit,” Lover choked out, stumbling back as their gaze flicked around for an escape. “Uh, oh god. I don’t, I don’t have anything…? Is it money? Do you want my money? I can—,”

“I don’t want your money.” Dammit Villain, sound more intimidating. “You’re coming with me. Now.”

Lover held their hands up, visibly shaking. “I…I don’t know what you want from me, but whatever it is, I don’t have it. I’m..I’m just a regular civilian!”

Villain forced himself to chuckle darkly. “Which is exactly why I’m taking you with me. How else can I lure Hero over unless one of their precious civilians are in danger?”

Lover swallowed, throat bobbing. “F-fine, just…you won’t hurt me? I have a partner, a job, a house to look after.”

Villain almost softened at that, but he kept his face as icy and as apathetic as possible. “If you behave, I’ll consider it. Now stop stalling and come here.”

Lover scrambled forward and Villain twisted them around, locking a pair of handcuffs around the wrists. He was close enough to hear Lover’s panicked breathing, feel their frantic heartbeat pulsing under their skin. The mental cage he built around the turmoil of his emotions split.

Fuck it.

He whirled Lover around to face him and unclipped his mask, letting it fall to the ground.

Lover blinked up at him with a baffled expression that immediately melted into shocked recognition.

“Oh my god,” they breathed. “…Villain, Villain you…”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Villain reached for their hand, but Lover pulled back as if his touch was poisonous. Villain clenched. “Lover please, just listen to me—,”

“What the fuck.”

“I know, I know,” Villain strained, voice cracking. “Just walk with me back to my base and I’ll explain everything. Please.”

Lover hesitated, and for a moment, Villain thought they would run away, maybe even attack him.

“Okay.”

Villain startled. “Okay?” He relaxed, shoulders sagging. “Okay, okay cool. But one thing, you need to act like I captured you. Either because you’re a civilian or like, a sidekick for Hero or—,”

Lover rolled their eyes. “I get it, Villain. You made that clear when you scared the living shit out of me two minutes ago.”

Villain scuffed the ground with his shoe. “Sorry.”

“Whatever. Let’s go before your ass gets in trouble or something.”

When Villain looked back at them, he noticed the small smirk curving their lips, and couldn’t help but smile himself.

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Shoko Ieiri analysis and appreciation of Gege’s writing

spoilers

Summary:

the development of her character

her relationship with her powers.

her problematic consumption and mental health

her ethical bond with her role as sorcerer

a brief appreciation of Gege’s writing

One of my many favorite things about Jujutsu Kaisen is how secondary characters are portrayed with such deepness. It’s admirable how Gege can elaborate a character with a few panels without the need of a monologue of the character talking about their problems.

Maki’s mother is an excellent example of this, when you pay attention to her and her role in the plot you access a deep understanding of the story. I’m not going to elaborate on the analysis of Maki’s mother because there is a post of that and this is for Shoko. But Maki’s mother is the maximum expression of how to elaborate an amazing development of character in like 3 pages.

Shoko is a regular character that we don’t get to see talking about her own ideas. She seems like being around, the third wheel of Satosugu friendship: a side character. Surely, she is a secondary character but Gege has elaborate her personality and her psychology in a very subtle way.

Her relationship with her powers: I believe Shoko hates her own powers, but I don’t think she is aware of this hate. The reason for this hate is that she may feel trapped by the immense duty that fell on her shoulders as the only sorcerer who can heal others (beside the recent addition of Yuuta and Nitta).

Even if is not hate, surely there is a discomfort inside her. She has a self-destructive behavior; she heavily drinks and smoke. She seems to be often drunk, as we get to know because of Nobara’s line in the Accomplices episode.

She may find in alcohol a way to avoid herself from reality. In her position she gets to see the death of students and sorcerers very often. She obviously has to overwork being the only one with a healing technique in such a level. So, she is trapped in a never-ending circle of healing people and watching them die. You may think “like any other doctor”. Well, actually no, the weight of the duty is heavy on her because for many years she was the only one who could heal others. A doctor can quit and do something else that makes them happier knowing that there are plenty others that could take their positions. But even now, only Shoko can heal others from such serious wounds.

We don’t know what Shoko's motivations are, we don’t even get to know her political position regarding the jujutsu world. And is not because she is a plain character, it is because she may not have a clear idea of this. I believe she started like Suguru, she had a cursed technique and she wanted to help others. But suddenly, when she got into the de jujutsu world, she found out that being a heroine is not so glamorous as in movies. She may have wished to leave like Nanami, but she stayed because she couldn’t leave others on their own.. Shoko is a good person who is trapped in a life that she dislikes because she can’t abandon others to their luck.

This scene of Shoko by the side of this huge mountain of cigarettes is how Gege chose to portray the hell inside of Shoko. She seems like wanting to drown herself in all those cigarettes and alcohol.

I saw a post where someone talked about how Satoru refers to Suguru- at the end of volume 0- like his only friend, the only one he had. This makes me think how much of herself she gives and how much she gets back in the life she chose. May the happiness she gets not be enough against the distress she gets. And her constant expression of boredom maybe is her resignation.

Since she can heal herself, she is not really killing herself with alcohol and cigarettes. I think this is very interesting because it perfectly reflects her relationship with her powers. Many times, we feel angst, sadness, anger, or we just don’t feel good and we don’t even know why. Sometimes we get used to those feelings and we just carry on with us. That is the result of the incapacity to process the angst of everyday life. Probably Shoko doesn’t perceive herself as someone in depression. She tries to destroy herself with alcohol and cigarettes and she heals herself at the same time. Maybe she likes her power and hates it at the same time. She wants to stay and she wants to leave. She is convinced of the reason why she is sorcerer but feels trapped at the same time. All these contradictions are the result of the struggles to deal with a reality that continuously puts her on the edge. Shoko is not weak or pitiful, she is a human that is trapped in the routine of a corrupted system.

With Shoko, as was done with Maki’s mother, Gege presents how characters are not comfortable with the structures of jujutsu society. How those structures put pressure on them until they explode (like Maki’s mothers). I wonder if Shoko would have a breakdown like Maki’s mother or Higuruma.

In regular Shonen we see secondary characters just accomplishing their role in the plot. They are one dimensional characters. But in JJK we see conflict, even inside of the secondary characters. In JJK the structures of the society where characters live are part of conflict, even play like the “enemies”. This is what I most like about Gege's writing. In real life how much of our angst are due to the weight or the structures of society? (social inequality, labor exploitation, social roles that we cannot fill, patriarchy, systemic violence). In JJK we have the enemy, Kenjaku/Sukuna, but we also have the shitty jujutsu society that killed Yaga and Mai and fucked up Suguru, Toji and Maki. Who was fighting Satoru? He was fighting the structures of jujutsu society; he wasn’t even concerned about Sukuna.

In JJK a deep narrative is presented to us, which portrays several problems that allows us to reflect and not only entertain. This is my appreciation of Gege’s writing.

As some kind of theory, I believe Shoko is going to die soon. Maybe drown in the duty like Nanami or maybe she is going to shake the distress and take a more active role in the current situation. In any case, I believe she will die (the story won’t end with her alive) but she is going to die without regrets. Even if she feels distress, she is convinced that what she is doing is the right thing. As Nanami was. Whatever happens, if she dies, she will leave in peace with herself as the boss she is. Because having conflict with the path you take, and the thing you chose to stand for, doesn’t mean that you are weak or pitiful, it only means that you are human. Human enough to suffer, strong enough to stay in the route. More strong will than Suguru. Praise to our alcoholic queen.

I will unbottle a wine in her name.

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Plot twist, Shoko helped Kenjaku to take over Suguru and has been helping him ever since. She knew that Suguru's body was there, which is why she felt nostalgic and smoked again in Shibuya’s arc. She went crazy because of distress and now wants to destroy the current world and make one different.

#shoko ieiri #jujutsu kaisen #jjk meta #jujutsu kaisen meta #jjk analysis #i wrote this because i have been thinking in her these days

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