Why do people always forget that the boots the pants and the gloves are all apart of his golden guard outfit. They aren’t new, he wore the same boots pants and gloves for his outfit in labyrinth runners as well. The undershirt in this outfit also seems to be the same one from Hunting Palismen. The only actual new things is the beige shirt and belt satchel.
I don’t know, I just think it’s weird that people act like he got a totally new outfit, and that his friends dressed him, when most of the outfit is stuff he already owns/ was already wearing.
Rewritten Universe - Jujutsu Kaisen sub masterlist
SYPNOSIS. It was impulsive but she knew it was the best choice she had ever made in her life. After all, Yoshino Junpei’s future had always been bright and should’ve never be taken away from him.
NOTES. Finally had the time to create a masterlist and sort everything! This post includes all asks, HCs and stories I had written in relation to Jujutsu Kaisen. Lovely anons who ask in my main blog will also be included here. Feel free to submit asks about other characters as well!
This world took your confidence And spit it out in avalanche As I ruminate about our endless days And ponder about your hazy eyes I wonder when your head turned light
*hisses gently* I cannot believe that in like 2 months if nothing changes I’ll get to live with my beloved for the summer and have an internship in which I’ll get to learn interesting things and do interesting work and hopefully move forward in my life
but in the interim I am just here, waking up ungodly early to do a job that is not fulfilling in the least, and also am mostly alone. sighs.
when I got up at 6:30 fucking am on this day of freezing rain i left my beloved sleeping in my bed and my leetle cat scampering around excitedly, felt an immeasurably large amount of fondness for them both, want to return to the warm bed immediately, curses
We need to know how the kittens grew up!!! I know this is stupid but I’m genuinely interested lol
Yes, the kittens did grow up.
As I mentioned before, Bruce knew all along that Damian had them. He figured if he pretended not to know, Damian would be more responsible with them – and not try to push the care of them onto Alfred.
However, Bruce can’t pretend forever, especially when they grow older.
There’s 4 kittens, plus their mother. Bruce finally puts his foot down and tells Damian that he can only have three cats at the manor.
Damian keeps the mother and the two smaller kittens.
Y/N offers to take one of them. And it’s the first one she ever held that night when Damian shared his secret with her.
She names him Stoker. And he is obsessed with her. When Y/N is working/hacking, he loves laying in her lap, knowing she’s not going to move and disrupt his sleep anytime soon.
Dick gets jealous that Stoker isn’t as in love with him or just as attached to him. He tries so hard to gain the cat’s love, constantly giving him treats and buying him toys. But Y/N will always be Stoker’s #1.
Damian sneaks into Jason’s safe-house in Gotham and drops off another cat.
There was no discussion with Jason beforehand.
Damian just knew Jason had a soft spot and would never say no to a tiny, innocent animal.
Jason acts annoyed once he realizes what Damian’s done. And he pretends to hate the cat.
He won’t even give her a name. He just calls her Cat. (Just like in Breakfast At Tiffany’s.)
But the whole family knows Jason is secretly obsessed with her.
He buys Cat the nicest food and the most expensive beds that are scattered around his safe house. He even built a hanging bed from the ceiling for her.
But if you ask Jason if he has pets, he’ll say no.
When Y/N teases him and asks about Cat, Jason will say something like, “That stupid thing? It’s just living here rent free, not pulling its weight.”
Oh good. The cats are okay.
I’m a little salty for Damian tho. Like come on Bruce. What’s the real difference between five cats and three? truly? That was just you grasping at some shred of control in a situation where you have none.
warnings:BD//SM elements, DD//LG dynamics, daddy kink, silk ropes, ball gag, fluffy pet names, fem pet names like “pretty girl”, “baby girl”, fem bodied reader, mentions of subspace, fingering, squirting, Draken treats you like your his precious lil baby and you are <3
this is highly self-indulgent. Reader is literally me y'all I’m sorry. But I’m posting anyway cause it’s Kenny’s bday and he deserves all the love and attention today. Plus, he’s the perfect daddy who always knows exactly what you need <3. I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while, so I’m glad I finally got the energy to do so! I hope yall enjoy <3 Reblogs, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated <3
Draken knew, from the second you basically collapsed into his arms after you came home from work. He knew what you needed from him, could tell by the way you gripped onto his shirt so tight, dug your face into the familiar expanse of his chest. He was going to question you, just in case his suspicions were wrong, and was going to check in and ask about your day. But the soft muttering of your words confirmed for him what he already knew.
“Tie me… don’t wanna be in control anymore, Ken.”
And who was he? To deny his pretty girl the things she needed? He knew how easily overwhelmed you could get, and how it was the least he could do. He’d take over, no problem.
a/n:not proof-read either but here’s another drabble for you lovelies <3 this time…
pairing:akaashi keiji x reader
“Just can’t shake that cough, can you?” Akaashi mumbled as he entered the room, fingers looped through the handles of two patterned mugs. A pair of reading glasses—now smudged as they nestled into his hair—sat atop his head, no longer over his tired eyes. You lifted your head from the heavy blanket that cradled your warm body, half-lidded gaze catching sight of the steam that curled up from the mugs’ contents.
“I’m sorry, love…” He sat down on the couch, allowing your blanketed figure to curl around his back, an arm shifting out to wrap around his midsection happily. “I wish I could be more helpful to you, right now…”
“Mm… you’re fine…” you croaked, cringing at the itching pain in the back of your throat. “There’s not much anyone can do anyway.” His frown twitched until the curve of his lips became upturned, soft and full of adoration. Briefly averting his attention, Akaashi leaned forward and sat his mug on the small table, using both hands to cradle the seemingly small cup. As soon as you sat up and took the heated porcelain into your own hands, you noted the size difference between the two of you.
Seriously, he had made that mug look much smaller than what it was.
“It’s hot chocolate,” he explained with a quirked brow as you sniffed the steaming beverage, “blow on it a little before you drink it, okay?” A heavenly smile graced his gorgeous features as your nose scrunched, clearly in cahoots with the tiny grin adorning your lips.
“Thanks, Keiji.” You rasped, dropping your attention to the hot chocolate as you took a careful sip. He said nothing, instead producing a quiet noise meant to shush you. His hand slowly crept up to move stray strands of hair from your face, the tip of his thumb gently poking at your nose.
“You’re too warm,” he muttered, continuing to caress your heated skin as you enjoyed your beverage. “How about I put on a movie and we both get some rest? Does that sound good?” You hummed and shuffled up into a more comfortable position, allowing Akaashi to slip in beside you, an arm up on the rest of the couch.
The blanket remained draped around your body, parting at the front as you continually lifted your hands to your face to sip from the mug. Akaashi cautiously sat his own mug in his lap as he settled in, his spare arm curling snugly around your shoulders. He picked up his mug once the screen darkened, the bold, white logo reflecting within his deep, sapphire hues.
“Can we watch–“
“We binge watched all those Pixar movies last week.” He cut you off, giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze. “Let’s start this week with that new Disney movie Bokuto wouldn’t shut up about. Does that sound alright?”
“Of course,” you smiled and nestled into his side, desperately fighting off the exhaustion tugging at your body as the movie began. It didn’t help that your husband had started massaging abstract shapes into your arm with his thumb, clearly inviting you to succumb to sleep.
And as a soft melody began to play out into the darkened room, you decided you could simply drag Akaashi to bed a different night and rewatch the movie.
