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Midnight Pals: Imaginarium

Neil Gaiman: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of the limitless reaches of the human imagination Gaiman: for where are we truly free to imagine? in dreams! Gaiman: for the dreamscape is the playground of the inner child Gaiman: but what if the concept of dreaming Gaiman: was this real cool goth guy Aaron Alexovich: yes

Neil Gaiman: and what if Gaiman: death was a goth chick Stephen King: like mary? Gaiman: no no not like mary Gaiman: not so threatening

Aaron Alexovich: what kind of goth? Alexovich: cuz there's 12 different phyla of goths and over 500 sub-species Gaiman: oh i don't know Gaiman: they're all lovely

Edward Lee: does this goth chick have big boobs Gaiman: well that's not really the point ed Gaiman: but with the limitless power of the imagination Gaiman: why, they could be as big as you desire Lee: whoa Lee: what! Lee: for real?! Lee: shit you guys i gotta try this out

Lee: okay i'm imagining a boob as big as the world Lovecraft: n-no you're not! Lovecraft: no one can imagine a boob that big! Lee: i can Lovecraft: oh you're so full of shit Lovecraft: you cannot!!!

Lovecraft: oh what next? a boob as big as the galaxy Lee: yeah i'm thinking of that now Lovecraft: no you're not! you're making that up! Lee: now i'm thinking of a boob the size of like the entire universe Lovecraft: you liar! Lovecraft: steve, make him stop!! Robert E Howard: howdy there pardna Howard: can ya imagine a boob as big as the heart of texas Lee: i Lee: Lee: i can't imagine that Howard: [chuckling] too big, huh? Lee: no its just Lee: that's kinda abstract

"my child is completely fine"

your child is watching Banana Fish

they would NOT fucking have communication skills that good

Nanami and his weird cat he can’t get rid of

his warmth

have mercy on his smol heart suguru o(>< )o

@nessieartss i did it again lol

based on this ask and this ask because i couldn't get "rizzless sukuna" out of my head 😭 (and also Maki being one of Sukuna's friends is relevant which is why i tagged that ask) anyway, please enjoy!!

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Sukuna can’t keep the scowl off his face as he watches Yuuji from across the courtyard. He watches as his little brother effortlessly jokes with his friends, his face and movements animated enough that they’re clear even from so far away. Yuuji has always been the more charismatic of the two brothers; always the one to make friends first. 

Yuuji throws his head back in laughter, casually throwing his arm around Megumi’s shoulders. Sukuna feels a twinge of jealousy in his gut and he can’t stop the grunt that escapes his throat. 

How ridiculous is he? Getting jealous over nothing. It’s laughable. Sukuna doesn’t get jealous! 

Except… the more he watches his little brother interact with Megumi, the more he finds himself wishing that he could hang out with Megumi—

“Oh fuck me,” he groans, rubbing his hands over his face. 

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” 

Sukuna looks up. Maki takes a seat next to him on the steps, a meticulous brow arched in intrigue. He’s quiet for a moment as he rests his elbows on his knees. While he considers Maki to be one of his closest (and one of his only) friends, Sukuna briefly contemplates brushing his inner turmoil aside. This is her cousin, after all. Would she really want to hear about Sukuna’s stupid crush that he barely acknowledges himself?

Ah, fuck it, he thinks and sits up straighter. 

“How do you ask someone out?”

Maki blinks, taken aback by the question. She holds Sukuna’s gaze as if trying to gauge whether or not he’s being serious. Her mouth presses into a thin line.

“Depends on who you’re wanting to ask out,” she responds with a casual shrug. As she reaches up to fix her ponytail. “Are you saying that you’ve never asked anyone out before?”

Sukuna sniffs and says nothing, running his tongue over his teeth. His attention turns to his nails, examining them for any chips in the nail polish.

“It’s never been relevant before,” Sukuna grumbles. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Maki shift. She nods slowly with a hum of acknowledgement. 

“So, who is it?” Maki asks.

“Huh?” 

“The person you want to ask out, who is it?” she asks again.

This time, Sukuna hesitates to answer. He’s never been one to be ashamed of his preferences; he always makes his thoughts clear whether it shows on his face or in his words. Like the time when Sukuna argued that the Star Wars franchise was “extremely overrated” and Yuuji nearly had a heart attack (he still hasn’t let it go).

Finally, with a sigh, Sukuna answers in another grumble, “Fushiguro.”

The silence that stretches out between them is loud. Sukuna thinks for a moment that Maki might have gotten up and left. When he looks to the side, he finds that she’s still sitting there, staring at him, an unreadable expression on his face. He fully expects her to start laughing at him, but, she doesn’t. 

Maki continues staring at Sukuna until he narrows his eyes at her, opening his mouth to tell her to just forget about it and fuck off—

“Oh, you’re actually serious,” she huffs. “For a moment I thought you were pulling my leg.”

Sukuna feels his irritation ebb and he rolls his eyes. “Why the hell would I make a joke like that? There are other things I could use to bully you with. Like your stupid glasses. They don’t fit your face.”

Ignoring the comment, Maki goes on, “Fushiguro isn’t one for extravagance. If you really want to ask him out, you should pull him off to the side and ask him privately. He’d appreciate that.” The bell rings, signaling that it’s time for the next class. Maki and Sukuna get to their feet. 

“Also, it would do you well to work on your tactfulness,” the girl adds over her shoulder as she begins to walk away.

Sukuna flips her off. “Fuck you. I’m not asking you for advice anymore.”

He watches as his friend heads back inside before turning his attention back to Megumi who is walking in the opposite direction of his two friends. Sukuna runs a hand through his hair, exhaling a long breath. 

It’s another few seconds of watching Megumi walk before Sukuna’s feet start moving, carrying him in the same direction and he mentally curses at himself again.

Fuck it. Let’s do this.

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