Everyone always talks about how "oh if a demon pisses off mc they're in trouble" because of the backing of the brothers and other very powerful side characters...
... But are we forgetting that mc is canonically op as fack?
They've single-handedly made packs with 7 of the strongest demons in devildom, survived dying(oxymoron?) multiple times (canon) and have been described by characters to be a little loosey goosy in the head (paraphrasing but yk what i mean)
I mean maybe no demon would expect to get his ass whooped by a sheep but that sheep has the potential to surpass Solomon (also canon)
Tldr; mc is op, dont need help from demons (or angels)(or human(singular))
Hc that obm!mc frequently uses modern day human slang and memes in their devilgram posts and denizens thinks they’re absolutely hilarious simply because to them, it’s original when in actuality mc is just reciting human brainrot.
Also, the characters reactions to mc using reaction images in the groups chats would be hysterical
Lucifer: mc, was it you who left that mess in the kitchen ?
Mc:
Then the brothers lose their shit bc who tf is that
They all think mc is so funny when really they’re just chronically online
Okay since I see people suggesting the idea that Shang Qinghua hates the cold, counterpoint Shang Qinghua who can’t stand warmth on like any capacity.
Like Shang Qinghua has less heat tolerance than Mobei-Jun. He’s constantly underdressed even in winter on the peaks because he gets heat stroke if he doesn’t. His robes all have cooling talismans sewn in. His house naturally refrigerates stuff, and he wears shorts and a t-shirt in it because this is still too warm for him.
Like his martial siblings tried to get him to dress appropriately one time and Mu Qingfang immediately jumped in to prevent it. This is also the reason he passes out on missions so often, it’s not fear it’s overheating! (It’s both)
This accidentally makes Mobei-Jun the perfect match as a frigid ice demon who lives in temperatures actually comforting for Shang Qinghua.
Shen Qingqiu thinks it’s a punishment from the system or that he got cursed or poisoned one way or another, but he was like this in his first life too, but it’s just unfathomable to Shen Qingqiu.
Haha.. Looks like they got their calendar mixed up!! April fools isn't here yet!!!!
With all seriousness tho, I don't post like at all on this account, but I have to share this w someone, anyone :(
My heart is actually crushing itself, I'm gonna miss this franchise sm 😖😖
I hope they change their mind and DO decide on continuing the story. I honestly don't think theyll have many fans supporting this decision so maybe, just maybe, they'll continue the game. From what I've read on their Twitter comments, everyone seems to agree that this was a bit of a greedy, cash grab, decision so I'm anxious to see what happens next.
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Rationality of Emotion Chapter 3 (Al-Haitham x Reader)
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You WILL Have my Herbs Chapter 7 (Diluc x Reader)
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Jujutsu Kaisen
How to Write a Gojo x Reader Part 2
Part 2 to this
Summary: Some more insights as to your friendship with Gojo and his adopted children. Gojo also has to deal with the fact that you won't be single forever and he has some things to say before he has to deal with Shibuya.
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One Piece
🍉PORTGAS D. ACE🍉
Louder than Words Part 2
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That Went a Little Too Well
Summary: You’re being bullied by the local mean girls for thinking Fire Fist was better looking than Cavendish. He’s flattered. Oh yeah, turns out he was actually on the island.
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🍉TRAFALGAR LAW 🍉
Therapeutic
Oneshot + Could be Platonic
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🍉RORONOA ZORO🍉
Admiration
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Haikyuu
Yours are my favorite (Bokuto x Reader)
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I’ll Marry Ya/Marriage Pact Part 2 (Miya Osamu X Reader)
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please don’t stop talking about the massacres happening in palestine. never look away from these people who are suffering everyday and are barely surviving. DO NOT LOOK AWAY.
never be the person who sits infront of the screen in silence. there is a whole nation out there who are being violently attacked for simply fighting for their human rights.
please, please don’t forget about PALESTINE. don’t forget about the people who suffered the loss of their families, livelihood, human rights, and freedom.
also how the concept of fyodor’s immortality clashes with his religion and how his inability to truly die means he’d never see heaven or god and and and-
Tora found it funny, so incredibly funny until it wasn’t. It was just a prank, a perfectly planned prank of putting temporary hair colour in Kenma’s shampoo bottle. Honestly, they weren’t sure it would work, because there wasn’t much that slipped past Kenma when he paid attention.
Unfortunately, he didn’t pay attention and now stood staring at himself in the bathroom mirror of the gym and wondering if it would be too embarrassing if he cried. He locked himself in there after Lev had pointed out the change in hair colour. It wasn’t bold, just a light wash of colour, but a colour nonetheless.
Tora wasn’t there anymore, dragged out of the locker room by an angry Kuroo to start his punishment of washing everything. Yaku stood outside the door, knocking on it in intervals and trying to reassure him.
Eventually, they all had no choice but to go home. No one dared say anything as they realised Kenma didn’t want to talk after he came out of the bathroom either. He just packed up his stuff and left the locker room.
If only the universe could spare him a little. Just enough to have sent you home already before he emerged into the gym. But alas, he was not so lucky.
Everyone in the vicinity jumped a bit at your gasp. You ran over to Kenma with a wide smile, hands behind your back as you looked between his hair and his eyes, which were wide with fear, to say the least.
“Did you know it’s my favourite colour?” you asked, acting coy about it.
It was a joke, a factual one, so you didn’t expect a serious answer and what he answered was also a lie, so everyone in the room were a bit stunned. “Yes.”
You laughed, assuming he just played along with you to be nice. “You charmer! It suits you.” Then you skipped off to get your stuff and leave with the team.
It wasn’t cool, but it was okay… to have your favourite colour on him for a few days until it washed out.
Drawing attention was a tiny bit more bearable when it came to you.
❧ prompt: "Why are you so worked up?" "Because they wouldn't stop fucking staring at you like they wanted to eat you." From here.
❧ the act’s performers: kiyoomi sakusa x f!reader
❧ wc: 1.7k
❧ warnings: swearing, jealousy, kissing, insecurity (let me know if I missed stuff)
❧ a/n: just a little something lolol idk I hope ya'll like it!
"You're not my type."
"And you think you're mine?"
Sakusa Kiyoomi could not believe the conversation he was forced to participate in. A mixture of disgust and amusement contorted his features at the woman staring up at him with a devious glint in her irises. Over the last year, it was almost nonstop bickering between the two of you. Well, according to Atsumu it was flirting on your end and bickering on his friend's end.
To be honest, a study needed to be conducted on why your presence alone could drive the wing spiker to insanity. From the way you would push past his physical boundaries without hesitation to the siren-like expressions, you would toss his way during class. It stripped him of his rationality and delivered him straight to madness.
All he wanted was to focus on college and volleyball, and yet sometimes all he could focus on was you.
"If I'm not your type, why do you only bother me?" The black-haired male surveyed your face for a nonverbal answer to his question. However, as always, he was greeted with a flirtatious bat of your lashes rather than a clue as to what was going on in that head of yours.
"How are you so certain that I only bother you?" Bringing your index finger to your mouth, you lightly bit down on your nail with a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. Your answer evidently caught the male off guard, as there was a momentary crack in his usual nonchalant demeanour. "How arrogant of you to think you're the only one."
"If you have other toys, go bother them instead. I'm busy." Sakusa shifted his gaze away from you, with tension applying to his jawline. He had to bite back the urge to pout. Where was his mask again? Why did you have to catch him in a moment when he was shieldless?
"Really? You won't miss me, pretty boy?" The hand that was once near your mouth was now extended so that you could guide his attention back to you. To both of your surprise, he did not stop you immediately when your finger applied light force on his chin. Though once his dark eyes landed on yours, he was prompt in swatting your hand away.
"First, don't call me that. Second, why would I miss you?" The volleyball player's words were coated in venom, but he ignored the bitter taste. It was nothing in comparison to the emotion flooding his chest right now.
And the last thing he wanted to admit was that his heart was drowning in jealousy.
"Okay, pretty boy. Just remember... Be careful what you wish for." After dipping an eyelid into a wink, a harmonic laugh follows your words as you step away from the male.
Sakusa instantly regretted his choice of words, and yet all he could do was glare in response.
****
Silence and peace accompanied Sakusa for the following two weeks, along with bright warm spring days. His volleyball team even secured a win against their rival, one that had the hallways of the college buzzing in excitement. But the male could not find himself satisfied with his victory - not when someone was missing from the stands. A certain someone who attended his every game to shamelessly flirt and ward off the fangirls.
It was becoming progressively clearer just how much your absence impacted his daily life. Just how much he did not truly care for quiet days. And just how much he missed your mischievous mannerisms.
Atsumu practically snapped at his team-mate on day 13 - claiming that Sakusa was merely ruining his own chances with the girl he obviously liked. Sakusa cursed out the blonde-haired boy in response, but he secretly agreed with everything that was said.
But what was stopping him from seeking you out? Over the last year, you were the one who pursued him. Should the tables not turn anyway at some point? It was only fair that he chase after you now. Even if that meant going against his better judgment.
Who said emotions were supposed to make sense?
It was day 16 when Sakusa was finally successful in diminishing the distance between you two. Well, rather than being successful in his mission, it was pure luck that caused him to accidentally stumble onto your location. However, luck was truly a nasty creature, as the scene he had entered was one that had a storm brewing inside of the male's chest.
A sickening realization had suddenly plagued the male.
He hated the idea of you "bothering" someone else. Why the hell did he send you into the arms of another!?
"If I had known there were such pretty girls in Japan, I would have come here earlier." The blue and blonde-haired male towered over you with a smirk on his mouth. Based on his accent, he was a foreigner who likely transferred to the school recently.
"I'm flattered that you think I'm pretty enough to move across the globe, Kaiser." A cheerful smile painted across your lips as you interlocked your fingers behind your back. It was more friendly than flirtatious, yet Sakusa felt rage burn in his palms.
When he made the comment about your other toys, he did not think you'd actually give him space. In the past, he had made all sorts of snarky remarks. How many times did he tell you to go away? He had lost count. But what mattered was that you never acted upon his harsh words.
What changed now? Were you fed up with him?
"I'd do a lot more than that for someone as pretty as you, y/n." This time the male named Kaiser lightly grabbed onto your chin, forcing your head to move skyward. And as he leaned in closer, his eyelids dropped just a smidge which even had someone like you blinking in slight astonishment.
But before you could register what was occurring - a new individual entered the stage. Warm fingers were wrapped around your wrist, and with one swift motion, you were pulled away from Kaiser. A familiar scent of laundry detergent tickled your nose. It didn't take you too long to realize whose chest you were currently pressed against.
"Kiyoomi?" His name was breathed out with a fascinated laugh as you peered up at him. Although, his consideration was not on you at all. No, he was engaged in a staring match with the foreign soccer player.
"Y/n. I didn't know you have no standards." The comment comes from Sakusa who refuses to release your wrist. A grimace moulds your features at his incorrect and disrespectful assumption.
"Oh-oh, what do we have here? You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend, y/n." Kaiser raised an eyebrow with a humourless chuckle vibrating in his chest.
"I don't have a boyfriend, that's why." Sakusa tensed up at your retort, which only brought laughter to flow past your lips. "But I do have a grumpy cat it seems." A quick glance was stolen of the male beside you who remained focused on what you realized he considered his love rival.
"But your heart isn't owned by the grumpy cat, now is it?" The soccer player discovered far too much entertainment in the situation. Sakusa was practically sending daggers in his direction, and yet it was all just simply amusing. Kaiser was not interested in you enough to willingly enter a fistfight. But he could not keep himself from teasing the unknown male. "I'm sure I can satisfy your needs much better than he can, my sweet y/n."
"We're done here." It's the latter comment that has the wing spiker suddenly dragging you down the hallway. However, right before leading you away, he released your wrist and instead tangled his fingers with yours. Butterflies sang a melody inside of your stomach as a number of curses were mumbled against the fabric of his mask, causing you to stifle back a titter.
"Why are you so worked up?" The inquiry is posed once Sakusa leads you into an empty classroom. The black-haired male only realized he was holding your hand when his feet stopped carrying him to his destination. A light blush could be seen peeking out from the top of his mask.
It was ridiculously adorable.
"Because he wouldn't stop fucking staring at you like he wanted to eat you." His words were huffed out as his fingers were sent to toy with the strings looped along his ears.
"Eat me? Oh, I'm sure he wanted to do much more." Since ending the physical contact, Sakusa remained a meters distance away from you. A calculated decision on his part, clearly. But you were prompt in destroying that distance with a few steps forward. "I thought you wanted me to play with my other toys, hm?"
The volleyball player elected to remain silent, instead his dark irises bore into yours. Even when you extended your hand to lightly remove his mask, he did not utter a word. Nor did he disturb your movements.
When he brought you here he was not thinking straight, he had no plan. He just wanted to separate you from that man.
"Kiyoomi, if I had known you were such a jealous boy, I would have used this to my advantage earlier." The admission was exhaled with a dramatic sigh, but the playful edge to your tone was difficult to miss. "If you want me, pretty boy, I think now is the time to confess. Unless, you want me to go back to -"
The soccer player's name was swallowed back down as Sakusa's lips suddenly crashed against yours. There was no way in hell he would ever allow you to say another man's name in a romantic context again. The pads of his fingers brushed over your cheeks so lightly you could have confused it for a breeze. The earlier feelings of jealousy melted away with each passing second, as Sakusa bathed in the thrill of finally giving in to his desires. And when you broke the close proximity to catch a breath of air, he was quick to bring your mouth back to his in an urgency you had never expected from the male.
Well, it was needless to say... Operation jealousy was a success.
I know there’s been some discussion on Twitter about scammers stealing merch photos, and I just wanted to add another one to avoid and report.
Eight Tokyo on eBay is also stealing photos and charging at a significantly higher cost.
There’s a possibility they’re acting as a makeshift proxy for Mercari listings, but even then they are charging at a significant upcharge over actual proxy services and should be heavily avoided in favor of just using an actual proxy like buyee.
(Also if someone could post/link this on twit because I don’t have an unlocked fandom account that’d be great lol…)
seeing noah schnapp laughing and recording w his friends while handing out "zionism is sexy" and "hamas is isis" stickers made my blood boil, I have never wanted to beat up a group of people more in my entire life
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