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masterlist~
-Obey Me Fics
Barbatos x Reader “When You Found Me”
Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3
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i think we should all start using arabic words and phrases more often because its a beautiful language and also theres not really. english equivalents that have the same vibes
theres also the comedy potential of it. you guys dont know the joy of having your muslim friend text you "hopefully the racists in our city will all get sick and cant go to the protest" and you, as a pasty white guy, responding with "inshallah they get covid"
its a one hit KO every time. its fucking hilarious. theres no english word that has the same effect.
he also once texted me that he got over a mysterious illness he came down with (i think? i cant remember the exact context) and i responded with "subhanallah he is cured"
again, one hit KO. he lost his shit.
what im saying is we gotta normalise arabic. its just a language like any other, and it has some great words. its just like saying "thank god" or whatever, but theres so much variety and nuance. its beautiful
what do inshallah and subhanallah mean so I could potentially use em in the correct situations? And potential words I could use?
OK LETS DO THIS
disclaimer i am not arab or muslim and i dont speak arabic but @frogofalltime has explained these words to me and says im using them correctly lmao
inshallah - "if god wills it". like an "i hope this happens" kind of thing. remember the finding nemo poster "inshallah they find him" meme if that helps. used in future tense.
mashallah - "god has willed it", used when something good happened. can be used to denote awe about an event or person. used in past tense.
alhamdulillah - essentially "thank god" or "praise be to god". like mashallah and inshallah but stronger, and can be used in any tense (i think). he will be baked soon alhamdullilah
subhanallah - "glory be to god". like alhamdullilah but stronger. used for when something almost miraculous happens!
those are all the ones i remember off the top of my head im sure binya can add more (and also confirm whether ive got my translations right)
mashaallah robin my faithful student you translated and explained all of this so well :0
there's also astaghfirullah which means "i seek forgiveness in god" which you use when you or someone else does something haram (forbidden / sinful / wrong). tbh we use it in a lot of jokey contexts like if someone swears in a conversation you can call them out like "astaghfirullah haram !"
and bismillah which means "in the name of god" which you can use before doing something, we often use it before doing a difficult thing like when you are struggling to open a bottle or something lmao. or you can say it when someone falls or drops something or gets injured. idk
appalachians need this they will be unstoppable
There’s definitely something to doing a mix-and-match with semantically-similar rural-American colloquialisms. I think “Inshallah and the creek don’t rise” has a nice ring to it.
Lord that rolls off the tongue so good 😭
⋆˚࿔ pilot!gojo whenever you're on his flight
tags. established relationship. married life. lovesick!gojo. soft!gojo. married & in love. domestic fluff. ⋮ author's note. i got this idea right before i went to bed and wrote it out in the morning, sorry if anyone's already done this!! i'm actually so happy i made this stop (..◜ᴗ◝..) ⋮ word count. 0.9k ⋮ art credit. 3vangel1ne_
Pilot!Gojo who always comes out to greet you before boarding begins, in order to make sure you don't need anything. A slightly smug smirk plastered on his face, which shows he's more than happy to show you off.
A white collared shirt, clean and pristine, tailored black trousers, a belt that’s snugly wrapped around his hips, showcasing his slim waist. A double-breasted suit jacket making his broad shoulders squeeze uncomfortably against the fabric. White hair tousled as if he's been running his fingers through it, and he still looks like the most handsome man you've ever encountered, sadly enough, because he knows it, too.
“Hey,” he greets, the corners of his lips tugging up into a wide smile. An arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him, and once he's bent over a bit, he’ll press a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips. “You’re looking so pretty.”
Pilot!Gojo who doesn't hesitate to make a heartwarming PA announcement over the intercom to acknowledge your presence. And since, in all honesty, it’s Gojo we’re talking about, it never happens casually.
“Good afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen,” an overly energetic voice will call out over the intercom, which alone is enough to make people look up. Then, in a subtle, arrogant tone, “This is your captain speaking. There is nothing more I'd like than to direct your attention to row ten. You might've noticed the beautiful woman sitting there—”
By that point, you're already sinking back into your seat, cheeks reddening and eyes turning downcast to avoid noticing the laughter in other passengers' eyes.
“—who I am blessed to call my lovely wife.”
“Oh, for Christ's sake,” you whisper to yourself when he keeps babbling on and on about your beauty, and you're certain the guy next to you is thinking the same as you. His wife, on the other hand, has hearts forming in her eyes, finding it overly sweet.
“I’m sorry for not taking out the trash this morning, baby—”
By the time he gets to the end, stopping with, “I love you,” you're feeling too embarrassed to look up. There’s some clapping, shared laughter, and once you get off the plane, speak some sense into him, maybe after, you too will find it funny.
Pilot!Gojo who thinks he's being discreet when he tells the cabin crew to occasionally check up on you, but in reality, nothing with him is ever subtle or kept on the low.
Every gesture belonging to him is grand, over the top, never deemed simple. They check in every twenty minutes, bring you things you weren't even aware they had on aeroplanes, and the care you receive feels as if you're being treated like pure royalty on its own.
Pilot!Gojo who manages to let you stay with him in the company-provided hotel accommodations without any complaints.
Since he's away a lot, he's found that throwing money at the problem has never truly worked with you. After approximately five years of marriage, he's proud to say he's mastered the art of figuring out you like spontaneous getaways instead.
If he's in a certain place for twenty-four to seventy-two hours, he’ll make sure to recharge the first night if it was a long flight. The day after, however, he’s planning a sightseeing trip, followed by an overly romantic dinner he triumphantly planned himself.
You better believe he's wooing you from top to bottom, wining and dining, lingering touches, soft kisses, gentle hands roaming over your curves, as if he's allowing himself to remember what the world feels like when he’s holding it in his hands.
A magnetic pull of some sort, a solid and grounding feeling to hold you close again. Your breath fanning against his cheek, the short hairs on his neck immediately straightening, like he's been hit on impact.
“I missed you,” he’ll tell you when the world has gone quiet, and the dimmed lamps of the fancy hotel room are the only lights still turned on in the dead of night.
“I missed you too,” you softly smile, hand cupping his cheek, thumb pressing down on the warm skin. Your legs are resting on his lap, your left foot pressing against his thigh, meanwhile with the right one you're tapping out an irregular rhythm, a song he can't place.
His shoulders will relax for the first time in approximately twenty-four hours, eyes briefly falling shut, lips parting ever so slightly, “Mhm,” he deeply hums, bright blue eyes opening again, taking in your every move. “You’re pretty.”
You chuckle, pushing him away, not getting any farther, since he's already pulling you back on top of him, “You tell me that all the time.”
His voice gets bashful when he's like this, a way that you're not used to when it comes to him. Satoru is everything that represents being loud. From the way he thinks, to the way he speaks, from his massive ego to his constant absence of seriousness.
But here, when it’s just the two of you, he’ll allow his light to dim. No pressure of the people around him, judging stares and whispers disappear the moment you lock any door when you're in a room with him.
So, it’s there, barely recognisable, sweet and sheepish—one hand on your waist while the other fiddles with his wedding ring like he can't believe you're truly his—but it’s him, nonetheless. In the depths of time, even if he were to be someone else entirely, you think you'd still be able to recognise him.
“I tell you all the time because I mean it all the time.”
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I love you being trans I love you trans women i love you gender exploration I love you self discovery
[link to the Reddit post]
[ID: two screenshots of a reddit post on r/offmychest by user awaythrowjessie, titled "My girlfriend made me realize I'd be happier as a woman". it reads as follows:
I am 33, born male, and have had major self image issues my entire life. I hated seeing myself in mirrors, pictures, you name it. I honestly thought it was kinda normal so I just accepted it.
Now about 3 weeks ago I was at my girlfriends house, we have been dating a little over a year now, and have plans to move in together soon. Now recently she has shaved her head to support of her friends with cancer (side note thenl treatments for that friend are going very well). She had since bought some wigs to wear while her hair grows back out. We were joking around as I have male pattern baldness, and when she went to the bathroom I jokingly threw a wig on and waited. She came our, saw me we laughed for a bit and she said "you know I think you'd make a pretty girl" we laughed some more but those words triggered something in me.
Cut to a few night's ago she asked why I've been acting weird lately and I just told her how i was feeling. She said "alright let's do this " and when I asked what she told me she was going to give me a bit of a makeover and put me in one of her dresses and if i liked it then good. I was nervous and asked what if I did like it would she still be attracted to me. She just responded with "Baby you know I'm bi, guy or girl you're still mine." Her words reassured me honestly i love her so much.
Anyways she finished the make up, fitted a wig on me perfectly and got me in a dress and even helped me put a bra on and stuff in a little so i could see what breasts would kinda look like on me. Now I expected to see myself in the mirror, laugh this off and move on right, but I didn't. She did an unbelievable job, like I looked like I had been born a woman, and when I saw myself in the mirror for the first time in my entire life, I liked what I saw. I probably stared at myself for a good 10 minutes before she finally asked me something. She asked what I wanted to be called. After a few seconds I said Jessie, I always like the name Jessie. She whispered in my ear "well Jessie, you look beautiful." And that was it, I knew this was who i wanted to be.
I'm nervous now though, my friends will accept it but my family are, well let's just say not very progressive. But this is what I want.
end ID]
there’s an update!!
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[ID: A screenshot of a Reddit post from r/offmychest by user awaythrowjessie, titled “I went out as Jessie for the first time and I was honestly surprised”. The screenshot reads: Hello everyone, this is an official follow up to my previous post that went viral and caught me off guard.
So me and my girlfriend, (Who has officially agreed to disclose her name lol) Emily, had gone shopping for me to get me outfits and the like. Earlier today i put on one of those outfits and officially faced the world as Jessie for the first time.
To say I was nervous would be an understatement. We went to our local mall and I was almost shaking, thankfully Emily calmed me down and said if anyone said anything mean to me she'd handle it, then playfully threw up her hands like a boxer lol. We stepped inside and started walking around going in stores and I noticed something, no one was staring. Like at all. I live in an area that still has issues with LGBTQ people so I was afraid of staring or aggressive people. But none of that happened. People greeted me, the store workers were kind and nobody looked at me like I was weird. I felt comfortable, and Emily even said she saw someone check me put, though i doubt that.
This was unbelievable to me and honestly I felt like myself. I feels nice that I can go out without worrying about Judging eyes.
To all the supporters of my previous post thank you, you have made me happy. Ill keep this account going to let you join me in my journey and once I'm confident enough I'll post up some pics of me and Emily too :) end ID]
I'd much rather people reblogged this version of the post than any other at this time btw
Honestly crying right now. Wherever Jessie and Emily are at this moment, I hope they're doing well.
This is so similar to my wife's story I'm smiling and crying at the same time. I love it every time someone realizes they can live as their authentic self.
cannot even begin to explain how excited I am to see this whole scene animated
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I’m literally in my beast form going to bed
Stop calling the crumbs shit. None of you realize how hard it is to photoshop crumbs falling mid-air via a birds-eye perspective. They don't just have 'mid-air granola crumbs' on google, no one has ever thought of photographing that before. I had to color a bunch of boulders brown. I had to find images of various boulders and color them brown, whnich yeah, when I say it out loud, does make it sound like a funny euphemism for shit, but it's really more of a light brown color and it took a lot of time and effort, so stop.
i thought they were bees.
oh my fucking god. oh my god. it can't possibly look like that to you
there is nothing lemon squeezy about any of this
rainy day & first love
✧ day 1 & 2 || prompt(s): first love & rainy day || @swoon-june 2026 ✧ pairing: olruggio x reader (gender-neutral) ✧ tags: fluff, domestic, established relationship, childhood friends, friends to lovers, first love ✧ word count: 398 ✧ links: my swoon june 2026 masterlist || ao3
"Well~ what about you, y/n? Who was your first love?"
Tetia sits across the dining table from you, her eyes glittering with curiosity, her chin resting cozily in her hands. The corner of your mouth twitches.
We really don't need to talk about that.
"Ah, you know… it was so long ago, I couldn't say, really."
Breakfast at Qifrey's atelier rarely went by without incident. Whether it's Coco causing a ruckus in the kitchen, Agott telling her off for the aforementioned ruckus, or Richeh further provoking them with some cute crystalline spell, there was always some manner of wacky conversation occurring at the same time. Unfortunately for you, the topic this particular morning had somehow turned to discussing the adult witches' childhood crushes, and the girls weren't about to take no for an answer.
Rain patters on the windows, accentuating the silence that had followed your wishy-washy response. Tetia's eyes narrow in clear suspicion, and you quickly dart your eyes away from her.
How Qifrey and Olruggio escaped this round of questioning unscathed is beyond you.
The problem is not that you don't recall the answer.
The problem is that the answer is sitting across the room from you.
You steal a glance.
Olruggio looks exhausted.
His eyes have those telltale shadows under them, the ones that give away yet another night's sleep lost to work. You suppress a sigh. No amount of nagging him to get to bed will ever get through to that man.
As if he could sense your presence, Olruggio looks up from his tea. The corners of his lips tug upwards, his gaze knowing (and mocking), and you instinctively respond by pulling a silly face.
Right.
Your first love.
You'd spent so many years thinking of Olruggio as your best friend that it was always hard to pin down the moment you realized you were head over heels. It hadn't been clear to you as children or teens, but by the time you two had reunited at the atelier, your heart had quietly made up its mind.
Across the way, Olruggio's eyes, still locked on to you, soften. There's a small, familiar smile forming on his lips, although in true Olruggio fashion, he quickly brushes away his feelings with his sleeve, and returns to his tea with a flustered grumble.
Yes, your first love.
And perhaps all your loves after that, too.
BELPHEGOR IS FINALLY DONEEE
i’m a lover, a yearner, and a freak
Be good for daddy or else
Be good for daddy or else
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Love not having a ”””fandom””” specific blog. Something new will just consume my mind and everyone has to accept it. My house
blue lock
dry humping your boyfriend meguru bachira
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he doesn't even ask before settling between your thighs, he just crawls into your space like he belongs there, palms sliding up your waist, eyes half-lidded and glowing with that hungry, playful heat. and when he starts grinding down against you? he watches every reaction.
slow, teasing rolls of his hips at first, your clothes dragging against each other, the friction sweet and frustrating all at once. he bites his lip at the way your breath stutters.
he leans in, nose brushing your jaw, voice low and sing-song:
"feel that, hm? i can make you shake without even touching you properly…"
his fingers slip under your shirt but don't move higher, he wants you squirming for it. wants you to rock up against him, chasing more pressure.
your thighs clamp around him and he lets out this soft, breathy laugh, grinding harder, faster, wanting to feel you melt under him.
"look at you, pretty girl..." he murmurs, hips stuttering when he feels how warm and wet you're getting for him.
"all that just from this? keep going... yeah, baby, jus' like that."
he'd rut against you like he can't help it, like the friction is driving him insane. your moans get higher, needier, and his voice drops even lower, hot against your ear:
"want you to cum like this, m'kay? all messy, needy, still wearing all your clothes… c'mon, toy, let me feel it."
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