Catoru Gojo Proof

catoru gojo proof

lover’s oath [millions knives | naï]

summary: knives finds you and everything has changed. word count: 1.2k warnings: side character death, mc is an abuse victim, general blood/violence, not quite fluff not quite angst but a secret third thing, minor biblical imagery/references. a/n: this is mostly a character study bcus i’m not sure how to write knives but i desperately want to kiss him. lmk what you all think!

The day you heard Knives play the piano was the day you finally believed in God.

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shark week

synopsis: you forget about your upcoming period and you had no choice but to seek help from the school's gang leader

warnings: fluff! mikey is kinda an idiot but when is he not, he is the type of person i would scream at if im on that time of the month tbh, he asks too many questions, kinda oblivious to everything tbh

wc: 2.1k

notes: special thanks to kar and hailey for beta reading

shit. 

your eyes widened as an uncomfortable sensation leaked from your lower body. you grit your teeth in embarrassment, looking around the classroom feeling as if all eyes were on you and your shame. 

breathe. just breathe. you try to compose your breaths, cringing slightly as another uncomfortable sensation trickles down your private area. 

fuck. this was just the worst. 

with a shaky hand, you called upon the attention of the teacher who was teaching god knows what– math? history? you weren’t even sure at this point. 

“may i be excused?” the teacher gives you an unimpressed look before he rolls his eyes and gives an affirmation, going back to the topic at hand. 

you silently thanked the designers of your uniform for making the skirt a dark color as you briskly walked towards the bathroom and hurried into a stall. 

fucking hell. your worst nightmare came true. 

you were on your period, and you didn’t have a pad. 

the toilet paper on the side of the stall was empty on all stalls. it felt like the gods were punishing you for something that you weren’t even aware of. 

you looked at your watch. five more minutes until break time. then, you can maybe ask a girl from your class for a pad. 

five more minutes.

just five more minutes…

where the fuck are they?!

ten minutes passed and no one seemed to find the urge to use the comfort room. you swore you heard the bell ring around five minutes ago, but the hallway where the comfort room was is still quiet. too quiet.  

where the hell are the people?! you sighed. not knowing what to do. 

“ne, ne, ken-chin. we should get dorayaki after school!” you hear a voice chirp up and you immediately poke your head out the door, only realizing after that it was a male’s voice and you’d rather die than accept help from a man. 

you froze once you realized that the voice belonged to sano manjiro and you were now eye to eye with him as he stopped in front of the restroom door and tilted his head to the side in confusion. you wanted to ask what was wrong with him but you looked like a deer in headlights and he’s probably the one asking you that instead. 

“eh?” mikey asked in confusion, you slammed the door in front of him and planted your back against it, as if shielding yourself from him. you silently counted for a few seconds, counting until a hundred before you opened the door once more, hoping to not see the delinquent.

“what’s wrong with you.” you yelped, once you peaked your head out and saw that sano manjiro was still outside, but his right hand man was nowhere in sight.

“nothing.” you answered, still holding the door for dear life, not wanting to entertain the delinquent further. 

“it’s not nothing if you’re being weird in the comfort room.” a gasp escapes the blonde, a mischievous look overtook his features. you didn’t like where this was going.

“you need to shit, don’t you?” “what the fuck?!” you couldn’t help but say out loud, the laugh that escaped the gang leader’s lips.

“it’s fine (n/n)-chin, everyone needs to take a shit, i even took one before going to school.” you winced at the literal filth that came out of his mouth

“i don’t need to do that, sano-kun.” you say in a loud whisper, then sighed internally, there was only 10 minutes left for break time and sano manjiro was probably your last saving grace. 

“can you… call for a girl to come here?” mikey blinked his big black eyes in confusion at the sudden change in tone. “eh? why?” 

“just please.” you say in a quiet voice, wanting to get the situation over with. mikey looked at you with a concerned expression, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips were formed into a pout as he tried to decipher what was wrong with you before he gasped once more, his eyes lit up and a smile replaced the pout. 

“you need that don’t you?” that? your face portrayed a look of confusion and mikey reached into his pocket, searching for whatever that is. 

“my sister always needs this for some reason, and—” he pushes a safety pin on your hand “here!” you looked at the safety pin then back at mikey who looked back at you with a grin on his face. 

“what am i supposed to do with this?” you asked, looking back at the shining metal cautiously. 

“it’s to fix your skirt, right?” “what?” “your skirt is probably too loose, right? that’s why you’re so panicked?” 

“huh?” “am i wrong?” 

“yes!” “then what’s your problem?”

“it’s uh…just… please get a girl, i need help from a girl.” 

“eh? aren’t you being a little too sexis–” you couldn’t help but let out a whimper as a cramp made its appearance. “are you okay?” mikey cut himself off, asking worriedly. 

“just get a girl, please!” you yell, having enough of the exchange

“uh, on it! i’ll be right back in two minutes!” then he was off. he ran to the other side of the hallway, stopping by the corner just to give you a cheeky wave. you rolled your eyes but trusted his words. 

true enough, after two minutes you hear two pairs of footsteps get louder as they approach the door. 

you expected to hear the boisterous sound of mikey’s voice but was pleasantly surprised once you heard a soft knock on the door. 

“may i come in?” her voice was soft, gentle, and maybe even comforting. you let her in and you can see her short stature enter the restroom. 

“mikey said you were having –air quote– weird girl problems” you rolled your eyes for the nth time. 

“yeah uh… i forgot to bring a pad…” you mutter and emma nods understandingly before she pulls out her sanitary kit. 

“take whatever you need, my name is emma by the way!” you nodded and rummaged through her kit. you pulled out what you needed and gave emma an embarrassed smile. 

"the name's (y/n)... uh, thank you so, so much." you repeat before emma just smiles and gestures you towards the stall. 

you cleaned yourself up and felt relief as you finally stopped feeling conscious.

you exited the stall and emma was standing there, washing her hands, she perked up once she saw you through the mirror. 

“are you feeling better now?” you smiled back and nodded, “yeah, thank you so much! how could i repay you?” emma giggles and waves her hand in dismissal. 

“it’s no worries. promise!” she reassures you. “ah, i have to get back to my classes, but it was really nice meeting you, (y/n).” she waves as she leaves the restroom. 

you splashed water on your face, fixing your hair before you sighed, mentally scolding yourself for being so unprepared . 

you pushed the door opened, not expecting to see the blonde delinquent waiting for you as he leaned back against the wall. 

“oh, there you are! are you okay now, (n/n)-chin?” you nod, a bit confused as to what mikey was still doing there, he pushed himself off the wall with his foot and walked over to you with a smile. 

“i’ll escort you to class.” eh? “you don’t have to.” mikey shakes his head. “i want to, uh…” mikey looks away, a blush coating his cheeks. 

“emma told me what happened, i didn’t know it was your–” he coughs in embarrassment. “...shark week.”

you stifle a laugh. shark week, really? you wanted to tease him more but stopped yourself to not further his embarrassment. 

though you couldn't understand why was he the one embarrassed. 

"it's fine, sano-kun." mikey shakes his head before he pulls you toward the hallway leading to your classroom. 

"well uh… see you around, sano-kun." you bow slightly. "thank you for helping me with this, as embarrassing as it is.” 

“don’t worry about it, (n/n)-chin, and i didn’t really do anything… whatever, it’s fine. i’ll– uh… see you around!” mikey says, not giving you a moment before he runs away, waving as he turns the corner. 

you didn’t realize that you were smiling as you watched him go.

you didn’t hear from the gang leader for a while, well— he hasn’t really showed up to school in a few weeks and you didn’t really expect him to. it has been almost a month since your encounter by the restroom and he has made no move since then. 

not that you’d expect him to but it was weird that you never saw him again since that day. 

opening up your phone, you cursed once you opened the tracker on your phone and realized that you were about to have your period, but thankfully. you were prepared this time. 

the day ends with you sighing as you pack up your things and stood up from your desk, waving your friends off before heading out the room. 

“(n/n)-chin!” you hear someone yell and his voice was very familiar, a high pitched tone but instead of it sounding annoying, you welcomed the sound as you turned around. 

“oh, sano-kun, good afternoon.” you bow your head in greeting. mikey smiles at you as he walks alongside with you. 

“how’ve you been, i haven’t seen you in a while.” you asked, mikey shakes his head. “i’ve been okay, uh…” mikey moved his arm and you can vaguely hear the rustles of the plastic bag from the convenience store that he held. 

“oh, this is uh… for you.”  mikey handed you the black plastic bag, you looked at him confusedly. 

“uh…” you tilt your head to the side in confusion. mikey coughed, a blush forming on his cheeks. “it’s uh— things for your…cough lady needs—” 

you open the bag to see a few pad and tampon brands, chocolate, candy, even a few teabags. a folded note was also found tucked into the bag but before you could get it, the bag was shut close by mikey, who wasn’t looking at you. 

“open it when you’re at home, geez.” you looked at him with a raised brow before nodding. 

“oh…kay.” you smiled softly at the blonde before thanking him once more. 

“thank you, sano-kun…” “just call me mikey.” “okay, mikey.” the aforementioned smiles before nodding. 

“mikey!” you hear a deep voice yell, the both of you turned towards the voice and you could see his right hand man –draken, walking towards the both of you.

“we have to get to the shrine, the rest of the guys are already there.” draken stops in front of the leader then looks at you before taking another look. 

“holy shit, mikey. you didn’t tell me you were with her.” draken laughs. “you didn’t tell me you were with your little girlfriend.” mikey’s face exploded with red as he sputtered out in denial. 

“draken, fuck off. you go on right ahead. i’ll follow after.” draken laughs before he nods, still laughing at his leader as he walks away. 

“what was that about?” mikey shakes his head. “nothing, you don’t need to worry about, (n/n)-chin. i have to go.” you nod, smiling at him once more. 

“thank you again for this, mikey-kun!” mikey smiles a bit at your words as he walks away, when he was about to leave the school gates, he turns back at you. 

“(n/n)-chin, don’t let anyone else see the note, okay?” you were confused but remembered about the note he stopped you from reading. 

“okay!” you yell back, mikey beamed before he walks over to his motorbike and revs it up, waving at you as he rides away. 

you head home with no other agenda, plucking out a chocolate bar from the bag. 

the paper scraped against the back of your hand and you gasp in realization that you haven’t read it yet. with that, you took the paper from the bag. you scoffed playfully once you see that the paper was slightly crumpled and had a few erasures, but the message still managed to make you smile.

‘hi (n/n)-chan! i don’t know how to tell you in person but i like you. uh i hope these make your shark week more tolerable and if you’re free… here’s my number, we should talk sometime. xxx-xxxx-xxx 

ps: i didn’t know what to get so i asked emma for help.

—mikey’

you could feel your face flush at the letter and the next thing toman knows is that their leader suddenly stopped in his tracks and took out his phone. 

the next thing draken knows is that his left arm was stung from the impact of mikey’s unexpected punch. 

“the fuck’s your problem?” draken hissed as he rubbed his now bruised arm. 

“she messaged.”

the rest of the toman meeting was spent with the captains hyping mikey up and helping him in drafting his response to your ‘hey.’

notes: toman huddled up together with mikey's phone in between because they're discussing what to reply to "hey" is such a thought.

This is so cute!!!

— ♡ — 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 || 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 — ♡ —

Gojo’s in the middle of an important meeting, but chatting with his wife and daughter is his only priority.

“Satoru, can you please get off of your damn phone?”

Holding up a finger to the frustrated CEO as if to say, “give me a minute,” Gojo laughed casually as he kept his phone pressed against his ear.

The thirteen sharply dressed businessmen seated at the conference table all had their eyes fixated on the chatty sorcerer, who was asked to attend a very important meeting regarding the recent appearance of a special grade curse lurking around the company’s headquarters.

“Really?” Gojo said enthusiastically, leaning back in his office chair, swerving from side to side just a bit. “And what else did you do? What’d you learn at school today?”

Some of the impatient men were less aggravated once they realized who he was talking to — his beloved five year old daughter.

“You learned about the life cycle of a butterfly? Oh, that’s amazing . . . And you drew a picture of one? We’re just gonna have to hang it on the fridge then . . . Mommy packed you your favorite sandwich for lunch? Did you gobble it all up? Sounds like you had a fun day, muffin-”

“Satoru.”

The CEO called the sorcerer’s name again, but the man ignored him, grinning as he listened to his adorable daughter ramble on and on about her exciting day.

“Daddy’s gotta hang up soon, he’s in a very important meeting right now. Can you put mommy on the phone?”

As Gojo spoke sweetly to the young girl over the phone, he glared at the CEO, who sighed in utter defeat once the white-haired man still refused to get off of his phone.

“This is ridiculous, Gojo,” the older man grumbled. “It’s rude, unprofessional, and disrespectful to do this in the middle of a meeting!”

“Yeah?” Gojo raised his eyebrows. “If my daughter calls me, I’m going to answer. And you’re crazy if you think I’m not going to speak to my wife as well.”

“But we have a serious situation that needs to be discussed-”

“No, not really. This meeting is entirely unnecessary, considering I could just kill the curse and be done with it. My kid telling me about caterpillars matters more to me than anything you have to say right now, sir.”

For a moment, the big conference room was completely silent until Gojo spoke once again.

“Hi baby,” Gojo beamed at the sound of your beautiful voice in his right ear. “Did you have a good day? I miss you . . . What? The store ran out of rice? You’re right, that is ridiculous. Want me to stop at a different store on the way home? . . . I know what kind, sweetheart . . . I’ll be home before dinner, I promise . . . No, I love you more and that’s not up for debate, sorry . . . Alright, I gotta hang up too . . . Okay . . . Bye, baby.”

Once Gojo hung up, the CEO sighed once again, but this time, with relief. But, as he started to speak, Gojo instantly got up from his chair.

“Hey, where are you going?” The CEO shouted, watching as Gojo headed straight for the door, smiling causally with his hands in his pockets.

“I’m going to kill that curse so I can go home. My wife needs more rice and my daughter wants to show me her butterfly picture, so I’m not staying here for a stupid meeting.”

The CEO’s protests were cut off by Gojo shutting the door behind him as he left the conference room.

And, this was, perhaps, the quickest amount of time in which Gojo has ever killed a special grade curse. After all, he missed his beautiful family, and he’d always make it home, no matter what.

Hi! I loved the Toby headcanons you wrote! Can we please get a yandere nsfw Ticci Toby x reader?

~Possession~

Yandere!Ticci Toby/Toby Rogers x SlightlyDeranged!Reader (Smut)

Requests are currently open!

MDNI!

My first request! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I had a lot of fun writing them and I can't wait to get some time to write for some more Pastas! I got some good ideas up my sleeve.

Also I made the reader super into the fact that Toby fucks up anybody that even gets near his s/o, so if you were thinking of a more innocent/scared reader just send me another ask but but honestly anybody that gets with Toby better be into that because he's gonna burn cities for his s/o.

I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I did writing it!

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Murder, Public Sex.

Let me know if I should add anything to the warnings! I try my best to add what I think is necessary but sometimes I can't tell when something should be included.

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His hand was on your thigh, squeezing the flesh there and it was enough to make your heart drop for the poor man that had taken up residence next to you at the bar. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into. He didn’t know that the small touch that still lingered on your thigh would be his one way ticket to an early demise.

He didn’t know that the other man beside you practically owned you at this point, and he surely didn’t know that you took some sick, demented enjoyment out of watching the way he gets when he’s jealous. It’s lethal.

“Won’t you come home with me, darling?” The words are slurred, barely even there when he leans towards your ear.

You can practically feel Toby stiffen beside you, radiating anger in such a way that it seeps into your clothes and fuses into your bones leaving a sweet, delicious ache in the pit of your stomach. He’s a good fuck normally, but the switch that flips when he gets jealous is unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

“I suggest you take your hand off me,” Your eyes finally meet his, a coy smile playing at your lips, “If you want to make it through the night, that is.”

Your hand moves to push the man’s off your thigh, but he keeps your flesh in a vice-grip as he speaks, “Feisty, I love that in a woman.”

You can’t help the small giggle that pulls its way out of your throat as you feel Toby finally move. You don’t know how he’s held back for this long. You know the jealousy is burning in him, and his eyes are on the two of you. You don’t even have to look over at him to know it. Toby’s own hand finally shoots out and in one swift motion, grabs the man's fingers and twists, pushing them towards him and you hear the sickly snap before you see the way his fingers are now bent, definitely broken.

He might have a chance if he stops now, but now you have anger on both sides of you, and you just know it won’t end here. You know Toby has no reason to hold back, and he won’t. He doesn’t know how. Not anymore.

“Fuckin’ bitch.” The man pushes out of his seat, moving towards the man that just snapped his fingers.

The bar stool scratches heavily against the wood floor as Toby finally stands, gripping onto the man's collar and practically dragging him out of the dingy dive bar. They’re out of the door before you can even stand, and you take a moment to fish an almost empty pack of cigarettes out of your pocket, pulling one out and lighting it before reaching for the money you kept in the back pocket of your jeans.

It’s at least a hundred but you don’t count it before throwing it down. Call it payment for damages for when someone finally finds that sour fucker’s body the next morning.

You pull a drag from your cigarette as you move to get up, your own bar stool screeching into the air and you finally allow yourself to look to the only duo that rests in the corner of the bar and giving them a small smile. Their eyes pull quickly away from yours and you finally make your way outside into the just as disgusting night air that surrounds the establishment.

You can hear him before you see him. The labored grunts of him most likely already crushing the man’s head in is just around the corner, leading into the dark alleyway, and the fact that you can only hear Toby is a sure sign that he’s almost done with the man. His life’s probably gone, but Toby has so much anger stored in his body from that interaction that he might be there for a moment before he feels like he’s finally finished with him.

The scene you walk into is much worse than you expected, and some part of you is glad that it’s dark. The wall behind them is a disgusting inky color that you can only guess is blood. Some broken bones, arms contorted in a way that makes your stomach turn, even after getting comfortable with seeing what kind of aftermath Toby can leave behind, it’s a little bit much.

Toby has his hands splayed onto the brick of the wall, holding himself stable as his foot sinks another kick into the limp leftovers of the man on the ground. Once you finally make it closer to him you can hear him whispering, voice coming out in a low growl that sets your skin on fire.

Mine, she’s mine.

You let your hands rest on his back, pushing to wrap around him, hands coming to rest just under his shirt on his bare stomach. You let your thumbs toy at the waistband before gripping onto it, and it usually serves to pull Toby back to the real world. Tugging him out of his thoughts proves to be a little harder tonight, but his hand comes to rest on one of yours before he lets the man have one more kick before pushing himself off of the wall and turning his face towards you.

It’s splattered with dark red, and if you hadn’t known him, you would think it was his own, but you know the man doesn’t have a single scratch on him. You pull your hand from his waistband to tug the cigarette out of your mouth after taking a long draw, moving it to Toby’s mouth and pressing the butt of it to his lips. He pulls his own draw off of it before you toss it to the ground, not worrying about stomping it out. You wouldn’t have time even if you had wanted to.

Toby’s lips crash hard against your own after he exhales the smoke, and you drink him in like you’ve been thirsting your whole life and he’s the water you’ve fought so hard to finally reach. Your teeth hit his in the mess of a kiss, and you’re sure he’s drawn blood when he finally bites at your bottom lip.

“You’re fucking mine.” His voice comes out with a growl of arousal and over-exhaustion, and it only serves to push you closer to the brink and his hands aren’t even on you yet. His usual stutter is nowhere to be found, lost in the clouded haze of anger and post-murder. His mind’s only on one thing and it’s you. All of it is you.

“All yours.”

You can barely get the words out before he’s pushing and pulling, pressing your back hard against the other side of the alleyway and his mouth finds its way to your throat. He bites hard, no doubt leaving a bruise already forming. You can feel him all around you, hands all over your body, pulling at your clothes and undoing the button on your jeans. He pushes them down quickly, and the way the night air presses heavily into your form is the only thing to remind you that you’re still outside.

Anybody could see you, anybody could see what he’s done, and anybody can see the mess he’s about to make of you. It sends a delicious chill up your spine. His lips press against yours once more before he’s pulling away and pressing your face into the brick of the building, no doubt scratching you up a bit, but it’s worth it. It’ll all be worth it as long as he takes you right here. You’re far enough in the dark that as long as nobody follows the sounds pouring from your mouth then you’ll be just fine.

His mouth lands on your shoulder and even through the fabric, the weight of his bite tears a shriek out of you. “Keep making those sounds for me.” His voice filters into your ears, and you can’t help but push back into him. The thin fabric of your panties does little to keep the denim of his jeans from rubbing you deliciously, and you can feel every inch of him through his jeans. You’re practically drooling at this point and he knows it.

“You’re fucking sick, y’know that?” He speaks before he presses a smaller bite into your earlobe and his hand finally pulls your panties down to meet where your jeans rest at the bottom of your thighs. “You do this on purpose, don’t you?” His scarred fingers finally press against your slit, pushing just enough to feel how wet you are, but not giving you what you wanted just yet.

You can only nod, words not able to form in the knot he has tied in your throat.

“You get off on me killing for you,” He laughs then, absolutely deranged, exactly how you like him. “You’re- You’re just like me.”

His fingers finally circle your clit, pulling some of the pent-up arousal out of you in the form of a moan and the words finally slip out of you, “Jus’ like you, Toby, Fuck.” You huff as his fingers work you, pulling you closer to your edge and you can feel him trying to undo his pants with one hand and your mouth waters at the thought of him finally filling you up.

“You love me?” He asks, he always asks and you always answer.

“Only you, Toby.”

He leaves another bite on your shoulder as he pulls himself out of his pants, resting against your ass and never slowing his hand on your cunt as he says his next words, “Then cum for me, baby.” It comes out as a whine, begging, delicious, and twisting your insides.

It pushes you so close, almost to the edge. As he finally slips into you, you tumble, falling over the edge as his hips finally snap into you. He fucks you through it, as words fall out of your mouth in an incoherent mess and you can only hear him chuckle behind you. You can only feel his hands on you as he finally pulls off of your sensitive clit to grip heavily onto your hips. All you can do is brace yourself as he fucks into you, chasing his own high.

His grunts fill the Alley, and the way he growls sets you on fire as your body tries to come down from its high. He doesn’t let it though, cock pressing hard into your sweet spot with each thrust. His hips hit against you with a bruising weight as he fills you to the brim with every bit of him, every inch stretches you out deliciously. You can feel it coming again, can feel the tight coil in your abdomen get worse with every thrust.

He finally snaps his hips and keeps them pressed against you and him cumming inside of you pulls you over the edge for a second time like a noose tied around a rock and your neck and he just threw it into the ocean.

You both come undone and your cunt milks him for everything he’s worth. His growls fill the air around you as he ruts against you, thrusting another time before he pulls out of you. Your mixed fluids leak out the smallest bit before he’s pulling your clothes up and buttoning your jeans for you. He lands a light smack to your ass before he’s finally fixing himself and his hand finds purchase in your hair to finally pull you off the wall and into him.

His thumb presses heavily into your cheek, smearing the blood from the scratches the dirty brick gave you before he presses it into his tongue. He’s fucking deranged, but you’d be lying through your teeth if you didn’t admit you were just as fucked up as he was.

Lilia wondered if you knew what it meant to be loved by a fae. Did you truly?

To be loved by a fae meant to be worshipped.

To be loved beyond eternity.

To have lasting memories that would never fade.

To be found in all lifetimes until the end of eternity.

Silver and Sebek knew, having grown with faes and learning their culture.

Silver, even as a human, had learned and readily accepted it but he grew with such knowledge.

Sebek had grown knowing such from his mother and grandfather, even his father knew what it meant to be loved by a fae and willingly accepted it.

Lilia watched as you dozed on Malleus’ lap, the prince stroking your hair with a loving gaze upon you.

You, who were loved and cherished by him and Malleus, two powerful faes who made nations tremble at their power.

Lilia knelt by your side, kissing your forehead. His own blessing mixing with Malleus’s, marking you theirs.

Lilia knew that in time you would realized what it meant to be loved by them, maybe you already had.

After all, you loved so gently yet passionately. You loved with your entire self. It was only proper for that love to be returned just as intensely.

He knew you would never come to danger, not with them protecting you: the Dragon and the General of Briar Valley.

You were also protected by the Knights of the Future King of Briar Valley, both of whom considered you family.

You were loved and cherished, and will continue to be so by all you have come to know and will know.

And of course, especially by them.

Tagging @masquerade-of-misery my fellow comrade of this ot3 🫶💚