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Hello 👋 🤗,

Could you please reblog the post about my fundraising campaign to save my family? You can find it on my account.🙏

Can you reblog my post 🙏 ♥️ 😊?

Thank you.🌹🌺

Just did! Wishing you all the best 🇵🇸💖

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I am Mohammed Alanqer married from Enas Majed we have 3 children

Amidst the ongoing war in Gaza, we find ourselves as a family trapped between walls of fear and despair. I, Mohammed, a father of three children and a husband to a woman in her eighth month of pregnancy, live in an environment filled with threats and risks.

My technology startup, which I built with dedication and hard work, was destroyed during this war, leading to the loss of our livelihood. My children, Layan, Sarah, and Adam, no longer have the opportunity for education due to the destruction of schools, posing a significant threat to their future.

- "A souvenir photo of my startup company."-

My wife, Enas, lives in constant anxiety due to her advanced pregnancy and the destruction of hospitals in the area. After losing my job and source of income, I find myself in a severe financial crisis, unable to provide for the needs and safety of my family.

- "Me and my wife Enas majed "

Our family home was destroyed due to the war, forcing us to flee and move multiple times, leaving us homeless. Everything has become difficult now; we cannot provide a safe place to live, nor can we afford clean clothes and food for our children. Additionally, our children have been afflicted with diseases such as measles, and our son Adam has been diagnosed with viral hepatitis.

-" layan & sara & adam in the war" -

Our only hope now is to escape from this ongoing hell and find a safe haven for our family. However, this requires exorbitant financial costs, with the coordination fee for crossing borders amounting to $5000 per adult and $2500 per child, a sum I cannot afford alone.

- "My home before the war "-

We urgently appeal for your moral and financial assistance to cover the necessary costs for escaping to a safe environment, where we can build a better future for our children and ensure the safety of our family

Thank you for your attention and support, and we hope you can help us in these difficult circumstances.

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Thank you to everyone who supported and helped my family by sharing reblog donating 🇵🇸🌺🌹

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🍉Fics for Gaza 🍉

Reblogs Appreciated!

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General Information

Current WIPs

Request Information and Rules

I would like to participate in fics for Gaza. You can sponsor a WIP or make a request. I will be using their standard 1$ / 100 words.

Important Note: You don’t have to sponsor the whole thing! Just contributing a little to one of the recognized fundraisers helps! 

More information here : Fics for Gaza's Pinned Post How to Participate

Disclaimers: 

I will abide by the quantity you donate for requests. Example: you donate 5$. I write around 500 words - could be a little more, could be a little less.

I know my word counts are large. I am trying to be as transparent as possible. I have a tendency towards large word counts, so that’s why you’ll see large-ish word counts

Asks currently in my inbox are exempt from this.

Asks with donations to a vetted fundraiser take priority following May 26 2024

Again: You don’t have to fund the whole thing! You can just fund 100 words (1$). Either way all the funds go to helping people in Gaza!

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🍉Current WIPs🍉

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Genshin Impact

Rationality of Emotion Chapter 3 (Al-Haitham x Reader)

Word Count Stats: Current: ~ 2600 Estimated Final: ~5000-7000 words +/- 500 words To Sponsor: 2400 - 4000 words

You WILL Have my Herbs Chapter 7 (Diluc x Reader)

Word Count Stats: Current: 5200 Estimated Final: ~7000 - 8000 words +/- 500 words To Sponsor: 1800 - 2300 words

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. Word Count Stats: Current: 216 word Outline Estimated Final: ~2000 - 4000 words +/- 500 words To Sponsor: 2000 - 3500 words

One Piece

🍉PORTGAS D. ACE🍉

Louder than Words Part 2

Part 2 to this Summary: More fluff with a touch of therapy for Ace Word Count Stats: Current: 3200 words Estimated Final: ~5000 words +/- 500 words To Sponsor: 1800 words

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. Word Count Stats: Current: ~ 300 Estimated Final: ~ 2500 - 4500 words +/- 500 words To Sponsor: 2200 - 3700 words

🍉TRAFALGAR LAW 🍉

Therapeutic

Oneshot + Could be Platonic Summary: The Strawhats rescue a spa worker from slave traffickers. She gives the crew and their guest spa treatments. Needless to say the ever so tense, ever so stressed Captain of the Heart Pirates needs a decent amount of work. Word Count Stats: Current: ~ 740 Estimated Final: ~ 2500 - 4500 words +/- 500 words To Sponsor: 1760 - 3260 words

🍉RORONOA ZORO🍉

Admiration

Summary: You let slip how you admired Zoro’s commitment to his goals. Now he’s teaching you how to commit to yours. Notes: Fluffy. 1-2 chapters. Unsure if platonic or romantic. Word Count Stats: Current: ~ 260 Estimated Final: ~ 2500 - 4500 words +/- 500 words To Sponsor: 2240 - 3740 words

Haikyuu

Yours are my favorite (Bokuto x Reader)

Summary: You’re feeling a little down after seeing how pretty some of his fans are. Lucky for you, you are his favorite Word Count Stats: Current: ~ 1170 Estimated Final: ~ 1500 - 1700 words +/- 200 words To Sponsor: 330 - 350 words

I’ll Marry Ya/Marriage Pact Part 2 (Miya Osamu X Reader)

Part 2 to this Word Count Stats: Current: ~ 1560 Estimated Final: ~ 2500 - 4500 words +/- 500 words To Sponsor: 940 - 2440 words

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🍉Request information:🍉

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Things I am not comfortable writing for / not experienced writing:

NSFW / smut

poly relationships

m/m or f/f romantic ships

yandere / stalker

Things I generally write for:

fem reader inserts

fluffy scenarios

emotional vulnerability

humor

platonic relationships in general

Fandoms:

JJK

AoT

Haikyuu

One Piece

Ace of the Diamond

Genshin Impact

Fire Emblem Three Houses

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hello everyone! as stated a few days ago, i will be participating in the fundraising initiative led by @ficsforgaza! for more information or if you would like to join, please visit their blog :) if you see something that interests you, i implore you to donate to one of the fundraisers! thank you!

HOW TO PARTICIPATE:

step 1: please donate to a vetted fundraiser and screenshot your proof of donation with any private information crossed out.

step 2: send me an ask with your proof of donation and which work in progress (listed below) you would like to sponsor! there are about three wips per fandom, so read through and pick one that sounds most exciting to you! and that's it! i'll be updating this post every 3-4 days with wc and donation updates. once a fic is fully sponsored, it will be posted within a week! the rate is $1 per 100 words.

example ask: hi iris! i'd like to sponsor _____, here is my proof of donation to [vetted fundraiser]. thank you! *include screenshot proof of donation*

SPONSOR A WIP (BY FANDOM)

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

"but i love you like you need me to" - dabi/todoroki touya x reader

summary: it wasn't often that dabi got nightmares; but, when he did, he always ended up outside of your door. tags: angst/comfort with happy ending, tolerable acquaintance to lovers, he falls first (but won't admit it) current wc: 0 / 1,500+ donated wc: 0 progress: 0 / 1,500+

"i can tell when somebody still wants me" - ex!bakugo x reader

summary: alcohol, feelings, and unfinished business. what could go wrong? tags: exes to lovers, miscommunication, parties and bars, angst/comfort current wc: 128 / 2,000+ donated wc: 0 progress: 128 / 2,000+

"is it that sweet? (i guess so)" - prohero!kirishima x reader

summary: as the owner of the only 24-hour coffee shop in the city, you get your fair share of regulars. baking and cleaning the espresso machine was routine, but preventing a crime was not on your to-do list. tags: strangers to lovers, meet ugly, wrong place right time, mild angst/fluff current wc: 0 / 2,000+ donated wc: 0 progress: 0 / 2,000+

JUJUTSU KAISEN

"lights, camera, bitch, smile!" - rockstar!gojo x popstar!reader

summary: it's your first time headlining the biggest music festival in the country, and your guitarist is nowhere to be found. good thing your other headliner (and billboard chart rival) can play guitar, right? right? tags: implied fem!reader but gn pronouns used, rivals to lovers, he falls first, meet ugly, mild angst/fluff current wc: 0 / 2,000+ donated wc: 0 progress: 0 / 2,000+

"big iron" - cowboy!geto x reader

summary: he's not the first to go after the crystal-eyed bandit, but something tells you that this one will keep his promise to buy you a drink when the hunting is done. tags: western!au, implied fem!reader but gn pronouns used, strangers to lovers current wc: 0 / 1,500 donated wc: 0 progress: 0 / 1,500

"green chimney's" - nanami kento x jazz pianist!reader

summary: he felt a little out of his element, with a small bundle of flowers sitting in his lap and brooding in the dark corner of the jazz bar. yet, you play that song he likes again, and nothing else matters. tags: strangers to lovers, first meeting, banter-driven fluff current wc: 100 / 1,500 donated wc: 0 progress: 100 / 1,500

HAIKYUU!!

"the alchemy" - kuroo tetsurou x reader

summary: when your boyfriend and captain of the basketball team breaks up with you, you decide to get revenge. how? fake date the volleyball team captain, of course! **four part series** tags: fake dating trope, friends to lovers, mild angst and mostly fluff current wc: 74 / 8,000+ donated wc: 0 progress: 74 / 8,000+

"to tell you is too scary (so i'll just say something else)" - sakusa kiyoomi x reader

summary: nightmares don't usually translate to reality, but you call your childhood best friend for the first time in years. just to be safe. tags: angst/comfort, childhood friends to lovers (??), dialogue-driven, he hates everyone but you current wc: 0 / 1,000 donated wc: 0 progress: 0 / 1,000

"you'll be the match, i'll be the fuse (boom!)" - streamer!sakusa x reader

summary: your boyfriend's chat reaches their sub goal, which means you have to beat minecraft for him. tags: established relationship, streamer!au, crack and fluff current wc: 0 / 1,000+ donated wc: 0 progress: 0 / 1,000+

ONE PIECE (LIVE ACTION)

"stowaway" - opla!zoro x reader

summary: on a passenger ship bound for a neighboring island cluster, you discover someone lurking in the cargo hold. you just wanted to steal a can of peaches, but now both of you have to sneak out without being seen. tags: meet ugly, strangers to lovers (??), crack and fluff current wc: 0 / 1,000+ donated wc: 0 progress: 0 / 1,000+

"expo and exes" - opla!sanji x reader (cooking show!au)

summary: you're forced to work with the one contestant that irritates you the most. hopefully, he doesn't get you both eliminated. tags: exes to rivals to lovers, crack and fluff with some mild angst, he falls first current wc: 29 / 1,500+ donated wc: 0 progress: 29 / 1,500+

thank you for reading through, and please do consider donating to help the people of palestine! boosts are appreciated and anything helps :) if you have any questions, please let me know!

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I decided to support @ficsforgaza initiative by offering Sponsor a WIP option. Please, check their blog for more information about the initiative & its participants.

how does it work?

↬ choose a WIP you want to support (you can support multiple of them - then, tell me how should i split the donated word count)

↬ make a donation to a vetted fundraiser or charity of your choice (list of fundraisers and charities to choose from)

↬ screenshot a proof of your donation & send it to me via DM or ask (or on discord, if we know each other); REMEMBER TO COVER ANY PERSONAL DATA (screenshots will be shared with @/ficsforgaza for verification)

↬ don't send me a screenshot you already used to fund someone else's WIP!

↬ you will be mentioned as a sponsor of fic when i'll post it (you can opt out of it, if you wish to remain anonymous - in this case, remember to inform me beforehand)

↬ i'll start working on a fic when it's at least 50% sponsored and then move to next ones in the line, starting from those that reached 50% first

↬ depending on my workload, i may add more WIPs to the list, i'll keep you updated

sponsor a WIP - $1 for 100 words

puzzle night | higuruma x afab!reader x kusakabe

cw: smut, one night stand, threesome, reader with a vagina summary: insomnia-ridden night leads to an accidental meeting at a konbini. all three of you seek snacks, alcohol and company to chew through sleepless hours, and from word to word you end up at your place and join forces to tackle the puzzles you left scattered in your living room.

estimated word count: 5000 current word count: 0 words sponsored: 0/5000

beggar's privilege | toji x plus size afab!reader

cw: smut, friends with benefits, sex in exchange of a favor, reader with a vagina summary: toji is one of your favorite regulars at the shady bar where you're working. he's often cashless but he keeps shady guys at distance and helps you around in exchange for food. sometimes though the help you need has nothing to do with your work.

estimated word count: 5000 current word count: 0 words sponsored: 0/5000

behind the scenes | geto x gojo x afab!reader x nanami

cw: no curses au, smut, group sex, swapping partners during sex, established relationships (nanami & reader, s!atosugu), reader with a vagina summary: gojo accidentally gets drunk during a party with friends. you and nanami help geto transport him safely to their place, as a result missing the last train home. you're offered to stay overnight, just to take a shower, sleep, and eat a breakfast together. but alcohol in your veins has different plans for the night.

estimated word count: 7000 current word count: 0 words sponsored: 0/7000

when the heavens open up to the birds of prey | sukuna x afab!reader

cw: dark content, smut, dubcon, canon typical violence & gore, true form sukuna (so, monsterfuckery, if you squint), human sacrifice, cannibalism (i mean... it's sukuna), reader with a vagina summary: your land is blessed. it knows no war or hunger, the soil is heavy with grain, everything is born strong and healthy, and no curses crawl close to your villages. though, it has its cruel price - every full moon, one person disappears. it is believed they are taken by the lord of the land himself, a mysterious figure no one has ever seen. some say he's a god building his harem in heavens. some say he's a demon devouring human flesh. this month it's your turn to learn the truth.

estimated word count: 10.000 current word count: 0 words sponsored: 0/10.000

sugar and spice | nanami x plus size afab!reader

cw: smut, nanami lives!au, newly married couple, reader with a vagina summary: after the tragedy of shibuya and forced retirement, nanami is determined to catch up on every joy he missed. and you are the greatest joy of his life, you and your cooking he can taste now whenever he wants.

estimated word count: 5000 current word count: 0 words sponsored: 0/5000

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Choso fans how are you?

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OMG TRANSFEM GOJO LETS GOOOOOO

New Lengths

I CONTINUE TO PROVIDE ALL THE TRANSFEM GOJO CONTENT I WANT AND CAN'T FIND ELSEWHERE!!! this time back with the reader inserts! (there's a stsg transfem gojo piece on my account if anyone wants to read that too!) anyways sorry it's been so long since i updated this series, i got stuck for a while. once again huge thank you to cal (i forgot your url i'm so sorry) bc he loves transfem gojo probably as much as i do and constantly encourages me to come back to her. love u friend 💜

series masterlist here | read on ao3 here | wc: ~2.3k | cw: transfem gojo (duh), gender neutral reader, fluff as usual, you trim her undercut, that's basically it lol

The progression of Satoru making changes to her appearance was gradual, and you’d been with her every step of the way, encouraging her to take things at a pace that felt natural to her. 

Of course, you’d also been happy to indulge her at every turn, painting her nails every time she decided she wanted to try a different color – she’d amassed quite the collection of blues and glittery top coats since that first trip to the drugstore –  as well as helping her find different makeup products to try out, though most of that browsing was done online. 

A few weeks after she started wearing lip gloss out of the house, she’d gained the confidence to let you put a little bit of product on her brows and lashes. It wasn’t anything super noticeable, just a bit of clear gel, but she’d been ecstatic the whole day afterwards, her eyes sparkling behind her sunglasses. 

A few days after she started wearing the gloss and lash gel out of the house, you noticed her hair had gotten a bit longer, and it no longer stood up as straight when she wore the blindfold. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen any noticeable difference in the length of her hair, so you decided to bring it up.

“You haven’t been wearing your blindfold as much lately,” you murmured from your spot on the bed, gently rubbing some leave-in conditioner into her hair – not really anything fancy, just something to help keep it soft and fluffy – and giving her a gentle scalp massage in the process.

“Haven’t felt like it,” Satoru answered casually, leaning a bit further into your legs from her spot on the floor in front of you as you continued to work the product into the damp strands. “Feels better to wear the glasses when I wear product in my lashes, too. Doesn’t make everything feel crushed, I guess.”

You hummed, giving a small nod. The movements of your fingers slowed a bit, though you still continued to lightly scratch at her scalp the way you knew she liked. “Is your hair bothering you at all, either?” It was impossible to miss the way her shoulders tensed slightly at your question. “I noticed that it’s starting to fall in your face more than it used to, even with the blindfold on.”

She was silent for a few long moments, then nodded slightly. “Yeah, it does,” she agreed quietly, and when you looked further down, you could see she was rubbing her thumbs along the sides of her fingers, an anxious tic you’d noticed she had even before you’d started dating, but it seemed to have gotten worse since she’d started to transition in private.

The silence that settled over you then was tense, but not necessarily uncomfortable. When it became apparent to you that she wasn’t going to be the one to break the silence, though, you took a deep breath. “Do you want to grow it out, princess? Because you don’t have to, if you like your hair the length it is now. Plenty of women don’t grow their hair out long.” 

A shuddering sigh escaped her lips then, as if the words had given her permission to talk about changing this part of her appearance, permission to admit she was ready for another step forward. “I-I, uh…” Her voice faltered for a moment, but as always, you patiently waited until she was ready to speak again. “I think I do want to grow it out, yeah. B-but not the undercut, I wanna keep that short.”

“Yeah?” you murmured, smiling down at her as you trailed a hand lower, down the back of her head until you reached her undercut, gently scratching your nails across the area. “Hm, it could probably use a trim. But we can make sure to keep the rest long.” 

She relaxed into you a bit more again, and your expression softened.

“I know it’s a little late now, but do you want to contact your hairdresser about getting in to trim your undercut?”

Satoru grimaced slightly at your words, and she shook her head slightly. “You mean my barber? No, I don’t. Now that I’m transitioning… I don’t think I want to keep seeing him. Feels wrong.” She shifted a little, resting her cheek against your thigh. You could tell there was more behind her explanation of “feeling wrong” continuing to see her barber, but you weren’t going to push her to say any of it out loud; you had a pretty good idea of what she meant, anyways.

“That’s fine,” you assured her. “I can help you find another stylist, we can get you in to see someone then.”

“Well, actually…” she trailed off for a moment again, hesitating. “I was thinking… maybe you could trim it this time?” She tilted her head back to meet your gaze, her own blue eyes unsure. 

Your eyes widened in surprise at her words, and you blinked dumbly for a moment.

Taking your silence as hesitance, Satoru rushed to speak again. “Just this time! Just until I can find a new stylist. It’s getting long, and I really want it trimmed as soon as possible, and I’m still nervous—”

She was absolutely rambling, trying to fix the situation, when you cut her off. “I’ll trim it, princess. I don’t mind. I was just surprised, is all.” Wanting to make sure she understood that you were serious, you resumed scratching lightly at her scalp, smiling sweetly down at her.

Satoru practically melted at the touch, dropping like a puppet with the strings cut as the tension quickly left her body. She let out another shaky sigh, though now she was smiling slightly to herself, turning her head a bit further into your touch. “Thank you,” she murmured, pressing a sheepish little kiss to your knee.

The sensation tickled a bit, and you giggled softly, pulling your knee away from the touch out of reflex. “Of course, ‘Toru. Do you want to trim it now, or do you want to wait until tomorrow?” You really weren’t sure which way she would decide: she’d said she wanted a trim as much as possible, but she’d already showered and washed her hair that night, and you were certain she’d want to rinse any stray hairs off her skin once you were finished. 

“Are you okay with doing it tonight?” Her eyes were on yours again, her expression much more relaxed than before, and she blinked curiously up at you.

Once again, you were a bit surprised by her words, not having expected her to answer you so quickly, but you nodded easily. “Yeah, I’m fine with that.”

Her face lit up at your words, and she was quick to scramble to her feet. “Great!” she practically cheered, taking your hands and tugging you up from the edge of the bed.

Following her was easy, especially when she was so excited, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at her eagerness; a sound born out of pure affection. You allowed her to pull you into the bathroom, standing and waiting patiently as she released you to pull a case from the cabinet. For a moment you were confused, until she opened it to reveal an electric beard trimmer and the guards to go with it.

“That’s what that thing is?” you asked, laughing again. “Why do you own those? I didn’t think you’d ever even grown facial hair.”

“I haven’t,” she confirmed with a smile. “Shoko got these for me as a joke a couple years ago. Not sure why I kept them all this time, honestly, but it looks like they’re coming in handy now, yeah?”

“They certainly are,” you agreed.

After looking over the set of guards, Satoru eventually picked the 1/8th of an inch length, and helped you get the guard attached to the trimmer.

Holding the trimmer in your hand, you looked her up and down, a slight frown on your face. “You’re too tall,” you said after a moment. “You’re gonna have to sit down so I can do this without accidentally making you bald.”

That got a laugh out of her. “I think I would prefer to keep at least some of my hair for now,” she teased lightly, but sat down on the closed toilet lid. “Better?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, relieved that it did, in fact, change the height difference enough for you to have a good angle. “Can you pull the rest of your hair out of the way? I need to get a towel to wrap around your shoulders.”

Satoru nodded, digging around in one of the drawers for a hair tie as you turned to the linen closet and grabbed a towel. By the time you turned back to face her, Satoru had managed to tie the rest of her hair up in a small ponytail on the very top of her head, and the way it stuck up made you giggle as you wrapped the towel around her shoulders.

“What?” she demanded, feigning indignance. “I look beautiful right now, I’ll have you know.”

“Beautiful like a flower getting ready to bloom,” you teased, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before moving around to stand behind her again. Picking up the clippers from where you’d set them on the counter, your whole demeanor grew serious again. “I need you to really try to stay still, okay ‘Toru?”

“I’ll try my best,” she promised, shooting you a reassuring smile over her shoulder. “I trust you.”

You did your best to smile back at her, then gently turned her head so she was facing away from you once again. Swallowing thickly, you switched the clippers on, your grip tightening slightly as they began to buzz in your hand. 

Not for the first time, you were glad that working as a sorcerer for so many years had given you reasonably steady hands, but right now you were especially thankful, because it meant there was a much lower chance that you would make some sort of mistake while trimming your girlfriend’s hair. You took your time, running the clippers in slow, straight passes up her scalp, watching as the little tufts of lavender-white hair drifted down and landed on the towel you’d draped around the sorceress’s shoulders before you started. 

A short while later, you were finished, and you shut off the clippers and set them aside. When Satoru began to move to get up, you were quick to stop her. “Hang on,” you told her, “let me wipe the hair off your neck.”

She settled again obediently, and you wet a washcloth, wringing out the excess water before turning back to her, gently running the damp fabric over her skin, murmuring a little apology when she jumped at the first touch.

When you were finished with that, you stood back, admiring your work. “Alright,” you said, smiling slightly to yourself. “All done.” You tossed the damp cloth into the sink to deal with later, and before she could do it herself, you pulled the towel from Satoru’s shoulders, careful to keep any of the trimmings from falling onto her or the floor.

“What do you think?” you asked, the two of you shuffling around each other a bit as she stood and moved to look in the mirror, and you stepped to the shower and shook the hair off the towel.

Satoru twisted and turned a bit, trying to get a good look in the mirror, eventually giving up and just running her fingers over it to test the length. “Hmm, yeah, much better,” she hummed, smiling at you in the mirror. “Thanks, baby.”

“You’re welcome, princess,” you told her easily, hanging up the towel. “Now, come on. It’s getting late and I want my princess cuddles.”

With a smile so bright it was nearly blinding, Satoru took your hand and led you back to the bedroom; even if she wasn’t feeling as tired as you were, she was always more than willing to indulge you in cuddles, because really, she adored them, too.

The two of you crawled into bed together, shuffling under the blankets and giggling quietly at each other as you pulled the blankets up over your shoulders. As you settled down, you realized your girlfriend’s hair was still pulled up in that goofy little ponytail, and you gently pulled the hair tie free, sliding it over your wrist in the process.

Her hair fell down around her head then, and as you tenderly brushed the strands from her eyes and tucked them behind her ear, you realized it really had gotten some length on it; the ends of her hair now rested only an inch or so above the bottom of her undercut, and you couldn’t help but twirl some of the strands between your fingers.

“Gonna have my own personal Rapunzel soon…” you yawned, offering her a sleepy smile.

Even in the dark of the bedroom, you could tell the words had her blushing fiercely. “I sure hope not,” she mumbled. “I don’t wanna be locked in a tower by an evil witch.”

A small hum of amusement escaped you, and you nuzzled a little closer to her, pressing a sleep-clumsy kiss to the corner of her lips. “Don’t worry,” you promised quietly. “I’d be your knight in shining armor and rescue from the tower, even if I had to climb up to you ‘cause you didn’t wanna get your hair dirty.”

Her bashful laugh was the last thing you heard as you drifted off, a gentle smile still curving your lips, one hand still fiddling with her hair.

taglist: @mitsuristoleme @kentohours @peachdues @ghost-1-y @witchbybirth

@marinnnnnnnnn if you'd like to be added my general taglist, let me know! always happy to add people 💜 divider by @/cafekitsune

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Higuruma Hiromi characterisation thoughts...

...I've seen lots of people lately write him as 'competitive'. I feel like this is actually mischaracterisation, because:

In the manga he describes himself as "not ambitious". He doesn't seek to compete with his colleagues.

He doesn't look to win a case for the sake of winning; he has sincere moral convictions that he's trying to see come to fruition.

He has absolutely no interest in gaining 'points' in the Culling Game. He gives them away easily when he has good moral reason to. He doesn't feel the need to compete with others.

He's described as "relaxed" and "modest". Two traits that also don't particularly walk hand in hand with competitiveness.

Just Higuruma thoughts, anyway.

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For a character I don't like, I spend a suspicious amount of money on him.

... It's kinda embarrassing honestly

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"I don't like Gojo Satoru" I say, ignoring my Gojo figure.

"I don't like Gojo Satoru" I say, ignoring my hand-crocheted cinnamoroll gojo keychain that I bought from a local small business.

"I don't like Gojo Satoru" I say, ignoring that I bought a photocard with slutty Gojo fanart on it.

"I don't like Gojo Satoru" I say, ignoring that I keep annoying my friends about him.

"I don't like Gojo Satoru" I say, ignoring that I commissioned fanart of him with my oc. Twice.

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I probably won't get a follow up from anon but I'm just so confused like

1. What does my nerdy gojo headcanon have to do with whether I like Gojo or not?

2. Where did I claim to like him?

And

3. Why does it matter? 😅

They went the extra effort to go on anon just to tell me that so it must be a big deal to them but I don't understand what the thought process was here

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Just say you don’t actually like Gojo than?

?

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I'm aware that Gojo isn't really depicted as some mega loser nerd but I love portraying him as such, it's like the best way to make me go crazy over him.

I might do like- nerdy gamer bf headcanons for him if I get some ideas

I like to think the reader is way more popular than him and all her friends are like "him, really?" bc even though he's very well-known, people don't seem to actually like him for his personality 😭

It's just so fun to read about Gojo being pathetic I love it

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People think Gojo is gay as in "only likes men" gay but personally I prefer him bisexual somewhat male-leaning bc I headcanon Geto as bigender or nonbinary female-leaning in some way because why else would that worm call him MOMMY and then after he adopted the twins he read "Colors of a Mother" like okay I see you Geto 🏳️‍⚧️

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pov: he just saw you for the first time

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Waste The Night

Painting!Gojo x Painter!reader x Painting!Geto

Summary: In a haunting twist of fate, your tragic painting suddenly springs to life, its sorrowful characters and somber scenes manifesting before your eyes.

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You wipe the sweat off your face, inadvertently smudging your cheeks even more. Your hands move incessantly, unable to cease their motion. Colors and shapes flow effortlessly from your fingertips, each adding to the canvas's unique beauty.

You've never felt this level of excitement and inspiration before, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. Could it be the result of the new brush you purchased from the antique store?

Lost in the act of painting, you've lost track of time entirely. Hours, maybe even days, have slipped away unnoticed, leaving cups of cold coffee scattered around you. You haven't slept or showered, and the dizziness in your head only fuels your desire to create even more.

As you drop your brush, a sense of awe washes over you, leaving you feeling deeply satisfied. The character you crafted, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru where tragically marked by a friendship torn apart by conflicting ideologies and the weight of betrayal and loss. Once close comrades, their bond shattered as they diverged on opposing paths, leading to a series of events that deepened the rift between them. Their story serves as a poignant reminder of how even the strongest friendships can be undone by tragedy and the choices made in its wake.

"So pretty..." you weakly murmur before everything fades to black. You drop unconscious.

You awaken with a dull ache throbbing in your head, groaning softly as you blink against the bright light streaming through your bedroom window.

Wait... bedroom?

Your last memory is still of your studio. How did you end up here? You vividly recall someone gently carrying you to bed, but it must have been a hallucination induced by exhaustion.

You shake your head, unwilling to think on it too much. You look at the clock, shows 4 PM. You've been sleeping for so long. Getting up from the bed, you prepare to take a shower, realizing you must smell quite unpleasant after your prolonged time in the studio.

After finishing your shower, you dress and head downstairs to make some food. But before that, you quickly detour to your studio, eager to sneak a peek at your painting.

You gaze at your painting, now bathed in the gentle sunset glow, its beauty taking your breath away. Delicately run your fingers over the painting, feeling the texture of the still-damp canvas beneath your touch.

You find yourself smiling at the handsome faces depicted in the painting, feeling a warmth spread through you that makes you giggle like a schoolgirl. Blushing with embarrassment, you decide to tear yourself away and head downstairs to start your dinner.

After finish, you sink into the sofa, gazing up at the ceiling. The silence of your house weighs heavily, accentuating the sense of loneliness. With few friends around and most occupied with their own lives, you find yourself craving companionship. You can't help but wish for the power to create someone to share your days with.

You groan and stretch. Deciding it's time to clean up since you haven't done it for days, you get up and start tidying your place. Clean every corner of your place, sweeping away dirt, mopping up spills, and dusting off surfaces. Afterward, you gather up the trash and take it out, leaving your home feeling refreshed and tidy.

You sigh loudly, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling in as you realize it's already 8 PM. After freshening up, you decide to return to your studio.

When you coming up to stairs, suddenly, you hear a loud noise emanating from your studio, causing you to jolt.

Seems something fell off? Did i forgot to close the window?

You quickly run to your studio, scared if your paintings are ruin.

As you cautiously open the door, your breath catches in your throat at the unbelievable sight before you. Your body freezes in shock, unable to articulate the horror unfolding before your eyes. Standing in your studio are two men, neither fully strangers, their presence sending they step forth from their canvases into the realm of reality.

Your knees buckle beneath you, sending you crashing to the ground as a wave of weakness overtakes you. Your throat constricts, rendering you unable to scream, while each breath feels like a struggle, threatening to suffocate you. Tears well up in your eyes as panic grips your heart.

What's happening? Am I hallucinating? Is it because I haven't slept enough? Am I experiencing schizophrenia?

The questions swirl in your mind, adding to the overwhelming sense of confusion and fear.

"D-Demons?" The words barely escape your trembling lips.

The figure with long black hair emits a soft chuckle at your question, while the one with white hair approaches you slowly.

"Hey... shhh... it's okay... I won't hurt you," he reassures you in a gentle tone, his words offering a faint glimmer of comfort amidst the overwhelming fear.

You look up, meeting his ocean-blue eyes, which somehow manage to calm your racing heart ever so slightly. You know those eyes, you make them.

"S-Satoru?" you stammer, the name escaping your lips.

He smiles warmly, his teeth glinting in the dim light as he hears you call his name.

"Yes?" he responds, his voice gentle and reassuring.

You glance aside from Satoru, meeting the gaze of the man behind him who has been staring at you the whole time.

"Suguru?" you called

He finally smiles, but you can sense the darkness lurking behind those pretty face.

"Yeah?" he replies, his voice carrying a chilling undertone that sends shivers down your spine.

You rise slowly, feeling Satoru's gentle support as you regain your footing. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, attempting to calm down and processing thw sutuation.

Opening your eyes again, you walk over to your chair and silently take a seat, fixing a measured gaze on both Satoru and Suguru.

"How?" you finally speak

"We... actually don't know," Satoru begins, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "All I remember is that we were in the midst of a fierce battle, and then there was a blinding light... and here we are."

Suguru nods in agreement, taking a step closer to you.

"All I remember is killing those stinky monkeys until he bothered me," he adds with a coldness that sends a chill down your spine.

"Wait what? You killing monkeys?"

His grin widens as he leans in closer, his face mere inches from yours. His hand gently lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

"Yeah... are you one of them?" he whispers, his eyes boring into yours with a piercing intensity that feels like he's peering into your very soul.

"I-i.. .n-no.."

"Stop, you're scaring her, Suguru" Satoru said, pushing him away from you with a firm hand.

"Am I?" Suguru asks with a smirk, directing his gaze towards Satoru.

You look at them with panic and fear, your voice trembling as you plead.

"P-please, don't fight!"

"Ah ah...how sweet that voice..is that please i heard? What's your name, dove?" Suguru taunts make his smirk wider.

"Y/n l/n...."

"Don't try to do anything stupid, Suguru. She's the one who created us," Satoru warns sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Wait... does that mean... I manifested you guys?" you piecing together the puzzle until realization dawns on you. Rising from your seat, you reach for the new brush.

"Is this... brush... a magic brush?!"

Suguru laughs mockingly, his voice laced with sarcasm. "A magic brush, huh? You've got quite the power. Looks like you're not just a monkey after all."

Meanwhile, Satoru approaches you with a pensive expression. "I think it is a magic brush," he muses. "I mean, we only come alive when it's 8 PM until..we dissapear at 8 AM."

"Really? Oh, wow..." you murmur, feeling a mix of awe and disbelief wash over you. The silence in your studio is palpable, leaving you at a loss for words. You scratch awkwardly behind your neck.

"Uhm... so... what now?" you inquire tentatively.

"Make me food," Suguru demands.

"Have you eaten?" Satoru asks

"O-oh? Not yet... well, I can make something for us? Since you both are living here now," you offer tentatively.

"Can I help?" Satoru volunteers eagerly.

Suguru scoffs at the suggestion. "Don't even let him touch anything in your kitchen; he'll blow it up."

Satoru bristles at the comment. "Hey! I'm not that bad!"

Suguru points an accusatory finger at him. "You almost burned down the kitchen back then!"

"I was 17!" Satoru defends himself.

"So? I can cook better than you. You're just a spoiled prince." Suguru retort.

"G-guys? Hey... it's okay. I'll cooking for you both" you interject, trying to diffuse the tension

As you decide to make fried rice for them, you start cooking while they sit at the table, silently judging each other with an air of tension.

"Can one of you prepare the plates, please? They're in the right drawer," you request.

"I can do it," Satoru offers, getting up to retrieve the plates.

You serve them the fried rice, the sweet aroma dancing in the air, eliciting a chorus of appreciative murmurs.

"Mhm... smells good," Satoru comments, being the first to try it, followed by Suguru, and then yourself.

"I'm glad you like it," you say with a smile, relieved that your cooking has met with their approval.

Satoru eats the fried rice messily, devouring it as if he hasn't eaten in days. Suguru, witnessing this, shakes his head in disapproval and swiftly shove him a tissue.

"Are you a kid? Control yourself, Satoru" he scolds, his tone laced with irritation.

You, observing the exchange, can't help but smirk at the display of their dynamic. Despite their hostility towards each other, they still care in their own way. It's a reflection of the complex relationship you envisioned while painting them. All exactly like in your head.

"What are you smiling for?" Suguru questions, catching your smirk.

"Nothing... Can I ask something?" you ask, diverting the conversation.

They both nod in response.

"Did either of you carry me to bed last night?"

"Not me, I didn't want to get dirty," Suguru dismisses.

"It was me! I carried you. Seems like you overworked yourself while making us," Satoru admits with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Oh... yeah... my art exhibition is next week, so I had to finish the painting. But I accidentally broke the brush, so I quickly bought a new one... from like... an old antique store," you explain, feeling slightly flustered.

"Why would you get a paintbrush from an antique store?" Suguru scoffs, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

"It's the closest one to my house! I was panicked, okay?" you defend yourself.

"Well, thanks to that brush, i get to see my own god now," Satoru says with a grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"I'd rather continue killing those monkeys," Suguru retorts dryly.

"What's wrong with you?" Satoru's voice in serious tone.

"There's nothing wrong with me. They're just a bunch of monkeys. They're just a burden. They're weak. Why would I die for something like them?" Suguru's response is cold and dismissive.

"Suguru, enough!" Satoru's tone grows stern, his patience wearing thin.

"You would never understand, Satoru," Suguru retorts, his words dripping with bitterness.

You gulp nervously, watching a drama scene infont of you.

"W-well... I'm gonna go to sleep now. You guys can continue fighting in the paintings, okay? Dont break anything. Bye..." you stammer, attempting to diffuse the tension and escape the uncomfortable situation.

However, before you can make your exit, Satoru quickly grabs hold of your shirt.

"I'm coming... with you... please," he pleads, his voice softer now, tinged with vulnerability.

"Really? Satoru?" Suguru scoffs, his skepticism evident in his tone.

Now, how can you say no to that face? I mean, it's a chance to sleep with a handsome man beside you. Yes, you are that lonely, okay.

"Okay... but it's kinda narrow in my bed," you reluctantly agree.

"It's fine, I'll make sure you get your own space," Satoru assures you with a smile.

You glance at Suguru, who is already looking at you with evident displeasure.

"You can come too, Suguru," you offer, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Only because I can't get into the painting without him," Suguru retorts, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

You can't believe this. Two hot men are now laying beside you in your bed. How can you ask for more? Can you?

Now you're not regretting buying that king-size bed at a discount that day when the salesman pressured you into it.

You lie on your back, with Satoru lying on his side facing you and Suguru facing away from you.

But now, the one thing you regret is not buying a bigger blanket.

"Uhm... Suguru... are you cold?" Worriedly try to cover him with blanket but his hand stop you wrist.

"Don't think about me, my clothes are warm enough," Suguru dismisses.

"Oh... good," you mutter, feeling a bit relieved.

Then, Satoru whines softly, catching your attention.

"Yeah?" you respond, turning to face him.

"I won't be able to see your face in the morning," he whispers with a hint of sadness.

"Well... you can still see me until 8 o'clock," you reassure him.

"It's not enough..." he whispers back, his voice filled with longing.

"Oh... Satoru..." you murmur softly, a smile playing on your lips.

"Shut up, and go to sleep!" Suguru scolds, breaking the moment with his usual brusque demeanor.

You smile at Satoru, exchanging the silent understanding before slowly closing your eyes. You can't help but hope that this surreal experience isn't just a dream or hallucination.

As you drift off into sleep, you find yourself looking forward to waking up early. You yearn to see their faces in the morning, eager to confirm that this unexpected twist of fate is indeed real. With that thought in mind, you succumb to the embrace of sleep, hoping that tomorrow will bring answers to the mysteries surrounding your newfound companions.

Hoping yall like the first chapter! I use number 8 as a symbol of infinity lol. Thanks for the notes, reblogs make feel more appreciated<3