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[ariiadnes]

╭ ㅤ ⿻ ･ sweet sorrow

will you remember that i existed , & that i stood next to you here like this?

-ˋ ♡ ◞ gojo satoru. jujutsu kaisen. quote cr : haruki murakami. repost.

ANOTHER DEAD BODY DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING WHEN YOU'RE ALWAYS WEARING BLACK.

you've heard that before , the words an echo in state of decay. endless ringing in your ears. the person who spoke those words is a dead man walking now, and you cannot wait to spill his blood. it will be an act of cruelty and mercy in one, and maybe you tell yourself that in justification of violence. it doesn't matter, anyway, the difference between sinner & saint.

YOU SHOULD BE IN A CATHEDRAL , SOMEWHERE IN THE SHELTER OF HOLINESS ( YOU WOULD FEEL SOMETHING, THEN ). the rain drenches your figures ; there's an umbrella somewhere in this crowd, but gojo doesn't care to grab it, and neither do you. you stand, shoulder to shoulder, lifeless, devoid, the last of your humanity flooding through your veins.

his hands are fists, hidden in his pockets.

spoken words of kindness and goodbyes go unheard, fall upon deaf ears. it is storming somewhere, but not here. you hear it, somehow, the thunder a distant sign of what is to come. you tilt your head, fingers laced together as you watch the casket lower into the ground. who is in there? you have forgotten already. who are you, and are you there? have they lost your corpse in a forest where they will never find you again?

you whisper an empty i'm sorry, and gojo hears it.

and maybe he apologizes too, but the thunder roars, fills your ears with nothing but numbness in protection of his vulnerability.

you stand there, frozen, until the morrow passes, until the gray skies twist into black and even the stars do not grant you their presence. the crowd is gone now. still, it rains, but you do not move, waiting for the dull thud in your chest to stop. you cannot describe this pain, the ache in your bones, the heaviness that graces itself in every fiber of your being.

it begins to storm. the rain pours and pours. a coldness brews itself into the hollowness you know to be your reflection, the puddles at your feet muddled with conflicted mourning and indifference. your lips part, and you are frightened.

( YOU ARE GOING TO RELIVE THIS. YOU ARE GOING TO RELIVE THIS, AREN'T YOU? )

the thunder rings again, sends shivers down your spine. you tremble, disturbed at the newfound anxiety that weighs heavy at the pit of your stomach. you will not relive this, you realize, eyes wide, lips parted with the forewarning, but satoru will, and it will be at your funeral.

"i don't remember who that was." you begin, voice thick with preemptive grief. "i hope you don't forget me when the time comes."

he is silent. you expect a lighthearted joke, the parting of ways on a brighter note. but he grabs the umbrella, holds it over your head. his hand finds yours. it is cold and warm at the same time, a mess of comfort and unbelonging, and you hope that there's a promise of remembrance somewhere in the little space between your palms.

still, it rains, but neither of you move.

[yuukimiyas]

good morning everybunny!! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡i hope you all slept so so well!! my arm is a lil sore from getting my tattoo done yesterday but other than that i am rocking & rolling!! ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ i got lots of errands to run today so i’ll catch you guys on the flip!!! but first a smooch MWAH!! <33

[prettybtchhh]

jjk boys and what i think would be their type • ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗

| 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 |

i feel like he would probably be into petite brunettes. he likes women with athletic bodies that take care of themselves and work out regularly. he likes long and wavy hair, and he would always run his fingers through it.

| 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 |

definitely likes women with long, straight, black hair. he enjoys seeing it shine under the sun light. i feel like he would be into asian women, or at least he would be attracted by those kind of features. soft and rosy lips, cat eyes and small noses. he probably prefers skinny girls but he doesn’t mind ‘em thick either.

| 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 |

THICK brunettes. he would LOVE to grope at your flesh, squeezing it eagerly. he’s also a slut for dark eyes, so he loves holding eye contact under the sun light when your eyes start shining like pools of honey. i feel like he wouldn’t mind a girl with medium length hair and he LOVES it curly.

| 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 |

definitely BLONDES. i feel like he would be super into slim-thick blondes. he’s into gym girls obviously, mainly because he would love to work out with you and flex in the meantime. he likes lifting you just to show you how buff and strong he is. he likes very straight hair and he has a soft spot for ponytails. he would also always stare at your butt and slap it at any given chance lol.

| 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 |

so i feel like choso would be both into blondes and brunettes. he’s the type of guy who mainly focuses on your eyes. in fact, that’s the first thing that catches his attention in a girl. he LOVES seeing how your lashes flutter so innocently at him, it turns him on. he also loves braids, and he would help you do your hair anytime. he also brings you flowers that he personally picked so that you can put them on your hair. he would do anything for his princess.

all rights reserved!

[sweetchildcloud]

Daddy!verse writing masterlist

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Plot: Basycally an au were characters from different fandoms are dads ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و

About:cute,fluff,heartwalming,may contain angst ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º)

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@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight

JJK 💕

Gojo:

Gojo being an affectionate father as he meets his baby for the first time.

Gojo holds baby Hotaru and something unexcepted and wholesome happens.

Choso:

You tell Choso that you're pregnant and decided to take care of the baby.

GENSHIN IMPACT

Wriothesley:

Wriothesley trying his best to be a father with your newborn daughter.

[ryousangirl]

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†sen† ꒰ྀི twenty-two ꒱ྀི  she . . ୨୧*˚·

૮ ིྀ◞ ◟ ྀིა..『beware』 . . . landmine type

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blog mostly runs on queue, tagged 「ギュー(´｡-ω(-ω-｡`)ｷﾞｭｯ♡」

日本語勉強中(*ˊ˘ˋ*)｡♪:*°

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[quuma]

『 ℕ𝔸𝕍𝕀𝔾𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ : 』

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𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉

hello, it’s nice to see you here !! i’m q, an ever-so tired 18-year-old student that’s trying her best to juggle studying, working, and posting !

my blog is mainly twst and jjk (only recently started actually making content for that though :,) ) related! expect many rambles about my favourite characters [i.e. bbygirl jamil <3, ruggie, + ace]

i post both digital art and the occasional piece of writing for all of those fandoms^^

uploads will be inconsistent because of the aforementioned studies + just life in general !

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ♡ ꒱ ˎ feel free to send me asks whenever you’d like ! my askbox is always open ! i may take a while to respond to them because of school/work, but i always enjoy reading through them all !! they rlly brighten my days !! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆

i also have two dogs !! one is a cavalier/maltese, and the other is a maltese/lhasa apso ! koko (born 2023) - the love and light of my life, who i love and cherish every day, and suki (born 2024) - who i hope has a terrible day (affectionately) <3

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𝘼𝙉𝙉𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙎:

nothing !

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𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏:

journal:

[2022] TWST STORIES (they're ooc and kinda cringe but still feel free to read them hehe)

"thinking of you <3" - jamil viper (it's been 2 years but im still such a whore for the 'buying a clothing item that you think your s/o will compliment you on' trope FBDHASJFBHDJS)

"(not so) unrequited love" - part one [jamil, ace, deuce, + kalim]

"(not so) unrequited love" - part two [jade, jack, silver]

"twst students vs toilet etiquette" - all twst students + crowley (brother what drugs was i on when i wrote this)

sketchbook: 

no longer going to link all of them here (because there is simply too many posts), but still feel free to browse the tag !! just dont scroll further than 2023,, my pre-yr 12 2023 art is,,, indescribable (dare i say,,, mortifying)

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𝙎𝙊𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙄𝘼:

instagram.

tiktok. [i’m rlly funny sometimes teehee]

etsy. [international shipping is available!]

discord. ququqq #2037 [feel free to DM me whenever you’d like to, because i really enjoy talking to you all <3 !! but also realistically i get kinda freaked out responding to private dms sooo uhmmm maybe just send an ask on tumblr instead LMAO]

ko-fi. [can’t accept any coffees bc I'm banned from PayPal (wild story), but i’ll link it regardless !]

i’m also on twitter (let's be honest here, all i rlly do on that acc is retweet xiumin-related content) and artfol (generally inactive) under the username @/quuma !!

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𝙏𝘼𝙂𝙎:

general:

#. q’s reblogs [tag dedicated to stuff i reblog !]

#. q’s convos [general ramblings abt my daily life + responding to asks !]

#. q’s journal [a collection of all my writing !]

#. q’s sketchbook [collection of my art !]

mooties !!

#. ellie (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

#. aster (･ω<)☆

#. amora ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧ (FINALLY FOUND HER NEW ACC AFTER LOOKING FOR 10000 YEARS FNDJSAKFBDKH YIPPEEE)

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[beckysthings]

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•·•·•·•·•·•·•·•·•·••­­·•·•·•·• “ 𝑻𝑰𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑻𝑰𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑻𝑰𝑻𝑳𝑬 ”

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[ariiadnes]

╭ ⿻ ･ odyssey

STAY WITH ME UNTIL THE END. ー i will give what i can , what i have left.

-ˋ ♡ ◞ gojo satoru. jujutsu kaisen. quote cr : othercide. repost. tagging @pixelcafe-network.

╭┈ DEATH LOVES YOU :

THE ATTENDANCE OF A FUNERAL IS AN ACT OF CRUELTY TO THE SELF : it is a numbness, a harvesting, a ravaging, consuming and consuming and devouring the soul until you are left a living vessel, treading upon the earth with a bleeding heart that leaves crimson and horror in its wake.

the attendance of a funeral is an act of cruelty to the world : what is it, you wonder-- a celebration of death? an honoring to the sacrifice of those who did not have to die? a mourning apology to a youth meant to flourish and thrive in years cut short?

twice does the deceased die in this ritual : once, when they succumb to the massacre, because in this world, there is simply no other way to die, no peaceful means of passing. twice, when they are lowered into the ground, their burial site yet another number in this land of graves.

once do the attendees die in this ritual : once, when they realize they have lost a friend, a piece of the soul, a part of found family.

how many times have you died? you bow your head, but it is not out of respect, but habit. satoru bows his head as well. perhaps he means it.

you stare at the ground, wonder how many bodies you stand over. how many people do you know here in this moment that lie in the ground, cold and dead? nearly forgotten, only remembered in the nightmares that follow you into slumber.

you do not lift your gaze. not until the funeral is over, not until the crowd has dispersed, not until satoru grabs your hand and gently guides you back to the home you share.

neither of you speak. you cannot bring yourself to, an absence heavy in your heart. he knows this, so he says nothing, only dragging you to bed before lying with you. he tugs the blankets over both of you, the heat of his body against yours a familiar feeling. you have often found comfort in his arms, but today, it brings you a painful, recurring dread that you do not understand -- not because you cannot understand it, but because you don't want to.

because you know what this dread means, because you know that your body is instinctively warning you of the road ahead.

you wonder how many times you have died. you wonder when it will be, the final ending of your life. it would not mean anything, you think-- it would be another funeral, another gloomy day that will be overlooked eventually. but that's alright. it should be that way. your death cannot and should not contribute to a grief that another would carry for a second too long. it is easier to be forgotten in this life, anyway.

but what happens when satoru dies? he has encountered death many times before, died many times before. but what happens when he is erased entirely, both in body and mind? his end would signify the ending to all : the end of him, of you, of everyone.

there would be no funeral for him. it would be too late. his death would bring forth the collision of everyone's lives-- and how everything would crash and burn until there was nothing left, until there would be no one left.

no one. emptiness. no one to bury him, no one to stand before his grave and weep. not even you.

what a very painful and lonely road that would be, you think.

"i will never go to your funeral, satoru." you whisper, and you feel him freeze at those words, though the blue in his eyes remains clear, the shore untouched by muddled waters.

"why's that?" he asks. his voice is lighthearted, but even you can sense that it is not entirely genuine. he kisses your forehead, continues on. "because you'll be too mad at me for dying? or because i won't die?"

"because you can't die." you murmur, and there's something in the way your voice cracks that makes him hold you even closer. it's selfish, you know-- it's so damn selfish, this weight and burden on his shoulders. the world is already miserable enough, the fight to do good, to be good, a losing battle. you cannot lose him or else everyone will lose. "the road to damnation begins in your death. if you die, then--"

satoru grins.

"who said i was gonna die?" he pinches your cheek softly, almost teasingly, before he kisses your forehead once more. "-- and that's what you're worried about? not you being lonely?"

his grin turns into something a little sadder, something a little unreadable. but it's still there, and so is he. so is he.

"i'm not going anywhere. i'm too hard to kill, you know? too handsome to tragically die." another kiss, but this time, his lips meet yours. "i won't leave you." he murmurs, and he says it over and over again until you almost want to believe him.

-- but all things must end in terrible tragedy, and neither of you are an exception. you have both died a thousand times over, but one day, you will reach finality, meet your ending in heaven or hell, and when that day comes, the end to all things will come, too.

╰┈ DO YOU LOVE ME , TOO?

[fionarara]

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[ariiadnes]

ㅤ╭ ⿻ ･ to the end of salvation

& maybe it is too easy to blame mortality on our capacity for love , the slow death that is putting your breath in another's body.

-ˋ ♡ ◞ sukuna. jujutsu kaisen. angst / comfort (?). cw : character death. quote cr : ayumi hamasaki. safia elhillo. repost. tagging @pixelcafe-network. thank you for reading!

ONE : humans are much stronger beings than i thought

but what does sacrifice mean to a god? bloodshed is of little significance unless he is the reason behind it / unless there is sanguine dripping from his claws, flooding an already bloodied land of worship. sukuna thinks little of humanity, deems it unworthy of anything but cruelty and the act of ruin.

he sits on his throne, apathetic, and examines the beings in his shrine. how superficial this all is, another supposed act of celebration that does nothing to impress him. it is dangerous for a god to be bored, he thinks, and he smiles at the thought of spilling blood for such reasons.

but there is yet another sacrificial lamb that kneels before him. in the middle of a revered shrine, your body trembles at the feeling of one’s scrutinizing gaze. it watches, hovers over your figure.

you were granted a life never meant for living, and he would think you’d be so desperate, that you would be so pitiful ( and what a silly thought, really, because you are lucky enough to still be alive in his presence for this long ). but there is something in the way that you force yourself to look him straight in the eye, and there is an anger so present that he can feel his existence strengthen from it.

“are you worthy, little lamb?”

“isn’t that something you should have decided by now, king of curses?”

the air stills. a pause. your heart threatens to shatter beneath the aching of it all.

divinity laughs : an echo chamber of malice and unspoken beginnings and ends. a red string of fate that knows nothing else but the hollow of your ribs and a nearing tragedy.

TWO : that which is two became one ; then became two / it's nothing more than that.

you live your days with uncertainty, waiting on edge, and nothing comes. this, perhaps, is the cruelest trial you’ve come to face.

and you think he would hurt you, this renowned god that everyone cowers before ( but you were once the same, truly, and you would be a hypocrite to pass judgment on another’s fear ). but there is no harshness in your coexistence, no matter how hard you search for it. because you know of the tales that the children speak of in teasing tones, the tales the elders pass on in hopes that their youth will not become the next sacrifice.

if they asked you if the stories were true, you wouldn’t know how to answer. because there is a destruction in his existence somewhere in the markings of his body and there is violence in the way his claws threaten to tear apart the red strings, but there is something unidentifiable in the way he looks at you when the moon lights up the sky.

“why do you treat me this way?”

you whisper the words into the night, hoping that they will be heard and unheard. ( but you know that he is always listening, always attentive to you. how strange he is. )

“in what way?” a taunt. sukuna places his hand on your waist, marvels at the way you shake under his touch.

“you treat me like you are made of tenderness.” you ignore the fear that runs deep into your veins, force yourself to speak up in what may be an act of foolishness. “that doesn’t exist in you.”

your voice trembles. a smile tugs at his lips; he kisses you with utmost gentleness that you almost think you have been wrong this whole time.

you are waiting for the day he will kill you. it will come soon, it will, and you cannot tell which will be more agonizing: the waiting game or the killing itself.

THREE : the path spreading out is too narrow ; i can no longer walk with you

to be divine is to live in bliss and devastation. immortality is a double edged sword, granting a lifetime of glory and pain. everything, at some point, comes to an end. even the red string unravels until it is no more, and you think you tried to forget that.

you do not think you are in love with the king of curses and that’s okay. that was never the intention. you were never meant to live this long, anyway. you thought you could face the truth, get yourself ready for the suffering meant to come.

you look in the water and all you see is sorrow and the approach of heartbreak. the tearing of the soul, the filling of blood in your mouth and the emptying of what remains of your spirit.

“why do you wait? lambs are not meant for survival.”

his fingers wrap around your throat, but they never squeeze. his lips press against yours for a brief moment, and he pulls away.

“careful,” sukuna warns, “gods are the only ones who determine life and death.”

“it will be soon.”

your reply comes out involuntarily and he senses desperation in it. are you tired of waiting? have you become weak, unable to tolerate the unknown?

he forces back his grin, lips on your neck, and speaks in such low tones that your knees almost threaten to give out.

“do you want it to be?”

he waits for an answer. it never comes.

FOUR : i've been in the darkness a little longer / but it's time to go

you have never seen sukuna hurt. a curse knows little of suffering and so much of pain. but when you thrive on the negatives of humanity, what is it that makes you vulnerable? what is it that thrashes so wildly in your being and makes it all so unbearable?

you have not lived your life in misery. not at his side. but time moves on, and so must both of you. one of you will pass into another life, and the other will remain stagnant in the world he rules.

you don’t feel much, not really. it feels numb, feels like the end, but it feels okay. maybe you are afraid, but your grip is too weak that you cannot even hang onto him. sukuna holds you closely, doesn’t allow you to see his face ( and even if you did, it wouldn’t be any different. and who are you to think that you were important to him, anyway? )

“let go.” he orders softly. “don’t be frightened.”

you laugh. he will miss the sound of it dearly.

“who are you talking to?”

he doesn’t know.

this time, he is the one who does not answer. you are dying in his arms and it is more peaceful than you expect. it is beautiful and merciful and all the things you thought it would not be.

( YOU ARE TIRED. )

“was i worthy?”

( IT IS TIME TO CLOSE YOUR EYES AND REST. )

the feeling of his lips against your temple, and a quiet murmur drowned out by a fleeting consciousness.

“you were worthy, little lamb.”