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mintmatcha · 1 year ago

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the pursuit of silence (and all the noise along the way)

nanami kento x reader

part one: potential (and the lack there of)

CW: cisfem reader, Space AU (vaguely Star Wars. Vaguely), reader has a cybernetic limb. slow burn.

JJK AU MINORS DNI

Out Station, Hosnian System, Core Territories

When you first arrived, the station's constant thrum would keep you awake. The slow, thrusting drawl echoed through your metal cot as the craft perpetually spun, the sound of gears and cogs drilling down to the marrow of your bones to eat at the edges of your mind. Night doesn't exist in space, not in the same way it does on solid ground. There's no physical marker for rest, no sun to rise to mark another day, so everything always trudges forward, with heavy, uneven steps.

When you were young, the visitors to your planet's surface had told you that space was eerily silent, marked only by the sound of your vessel and your own thoughts.

"Nothing like here," One man -Simmons- had promised. He had tucked himself away into your Sun Dome, waiting for the thunder to calm itself, "Nothin' like this eternal rain."

He had left later that night, leaving only stories about the Inner Rim and an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

"Don't that sound make you wanna go crazy?" he said as he headed towards his ship, "Don't you ever want silence?"

It was funny, how you had never noticed it before, the tap-tap-tap that bore down upon the plexiglass. A frog born into boiling water: you didn't know you were being cooked in it all until someone else told you this wasn't normal.

You've been chasing that silence ever since.

You thought you had found it when you joined the station. Promises of flights to places you've never heard of, adventures you could never dream of: you didn't even bother to pack a bag before jetting off and leaving the rainy planet's surface behind. There, beyond the atmosphere, it was- stretches of ringing, perfect quiet.

Then you arrived and the noises never stopped. It was nothing like the storms you had grown up with, no rhythm, no comfort. Gone was the devil you knew, traded for another nightmare of soot and gears.

Nothing changed. Maybe you did. The hourly chimes, the rattle of cargo leaving and arriving, the sighs and snores and sex sounds of fellow pilots that shared the dorm: you learned to live with it, allowed yourself to become a part of the drum. In fact, a part of you found comfort in it, like a cosmic lullaby, rocking you to sleep as the stars spun around you.

The sudden sharp, violent clanging of metal on metal is not a part of that lullaby.

You jolt from sleep, clutching at your side for where your blaster usually is, driven only by panic. It takes a couple bleary blinks for you to gauge the scene and realize there's no threat. A pink haired rookie is smiling up at you, his cybernetic limb still clutched against the steel of your bed frame.

"Nine!" Pilot 501-G grins, "Scared ya."

"Stars and Makers, Itadori." You soften your tone, but still kick away his hand. Your own prosthetic isn't as advanced as his; while his is covered in thin synthflesh, the metal of yours is exposed, covered only by sheets, "I just fucking fell asleep."

The younger man laughs, backing away from the wall sheepishly. The glimmer in his eye is what keeps him looking young, despite the scars that cut through his lip and over the bridge of his nose. Someone is snoring a couple bunks over, practically gagging on their own spit. Every now and again, the sound stops and Itadori’s head snaps to look in that direction, concern dripping from his features. You’ll tell him later that it’s just G’hil: he’s been snoring like that for years.

"Sorry, sorry - I thought it was funny!" He better be sorry - you're the one in charge of training his ass, "But they're looking for you, so you gotta get up."

You rub the grit of sleep from your eye. "Who could possibly need me? I just fucking landed--" you check your watch- “Four hours ago.”

"One of the guys with the offices," he shrugs, "They told me you'd know where to go."

You do, unfortunately. Only one commander gives instructions to the G Group. With a groan and stiff back, you throw yourself from the bed. As you slide into your fly suit, Itadori dips his head to the floor to avoid watching you dress. In a few months, he'll lose his modesty too; it's hard to stay pure in such a confined space.

Once you're dressed, you both head into the bustling halls. The paths divert and wind, dipping into ladders for the deeper parts of the station. Itadori still gets lost most days, so he follows you as you wind your way towards the loading bay.

"Are you going on a mission?" he asks.The recycled air is extra stuff today and you swear it tastes like the slop dining served last meal.

"It’s an assignment," you correct, "And probably."

"Dammit." Itadori kicks at nothing, practically skipping, "They make me clean engines when you're gone."

"Good, it'll beef you up a little bit."

The boy gawks at that, squeezing his biceps to prove he doesn't need any more. You laugh and mimic him, flexing your own muscles as you walk. He flexes harder then, bicep so coiled you fear he might hurt himself. The ball of muscle is bigger than you expected, easily larger than yours, but you blow him away with a raspberry anyway.

“Okay, okay, Shrimp.”

“Maker, please don’t call me Shrimp-- I’m afraid it’s going to stick!”

He has a point. Nicknames have a funny way of gaining traction around here. As you both wind your way into the main level, the activity picks up. More bodies are roaming the narrow halls, rushing to-- well, you aren’t quite sure. The Station is 45 levels top to bottom with a couple hundred employees on hand at all times, some of which are stationed to pilot hypermatter crafts to places that need it. Other people did a variety of boring, overly scientific sounding jobs- stuff that went immediately over your head when they explained it to you.

“Itadori, we'll fly when I get back, okay? I'll take a cruiser and a couple credits and we'll get a good dinner. Something nice." You bump your hip against him and he almost staggers into an officer. "Something fresh."

"Real Caf?" he asks, "Not the powdered stuff?"

You’re not sure ‘real’ Caf exists, but you promise him anyway. "Sure, whatever you want."

Itadori pumps his fist in the air with a woop. He goes to continue, then pauses as his eyes flit down the hall. Staggering out of an unknown room is a familiar face, much less bruised than you last saw it.

"Hello, hello," you croon, hands on your knees like you’re calling for a loth-cat, "Look who's out and about!"

"Ha, ha, very funny." Haibara hobbles on a crutch, the wood tucked under his arm's cast. His leg is set straight with chunky plaster, basically paralyzing his right side. The few people who pass clear the way around him, but a round little R2 Droid drives straight into his good leg and almost bowls him over. The round faced brunette wobbles and swears, waving it off with his good arm.

"Do you know how hard it is to not have an arm and a leg?" he exclaims.

You and Itadori share a look, then gesture to each other's cybernetics.

"Yes."

"I know very well," you agree, "I have no sympathy. Don't steal an X-wing next time."

Haibara groans, sounding as pathetic as he looks. He’s actually a couple of years older than you, but he looks softer than Itadori in the face. “I just wanted to try it out. If they didn’t want joy riders, they shouldn’t have refueled here!”

“That’s awful logic,” you tease, clapping his shoulder. Unlike you, Haibara came into the station without any flying experience and has not proven himself to be a fast learner. Why he thought he could borrow an X-wing without the experience ending in disaster is beyond you. “Surprised they didn’t fire your ass. Thank god for unions, huh?”

He shoots you a deadpan look.

"And I was coming here to tell you good news, Niney." Haibara leans on his crutch, nose in the air, "But now I won’t.”

“Aww, Hai.”

“I won’t! Don’t give me those pouty lips!”

You bat your eyelashes for effect.

“Ugh, be glad I like you,” he says so sweetly, “You-know-who is here."

All humor immediately evaporates from your body. Both men notice and have polar opposite reactions: Haibara glows with a chaotic grin while Itadori sobers.

"Oh, god," you whisper. A tightness has gripped your ribs. Maybe it's dread, maybe it’s panic. “The you-know-who?”

"I don't know who," Itadori interjects.

“There’s only one you-know-who.”

"Oh, god."

"I don't know who!" Itadori says again.

Haibara throws his head back to laugh, then grimaces in pain. Good, he deserves it.

"Who's you-know-who?" Itadori stresses, looking between his two superiors. You throw a hand over your face to hide your expression, but Haibara continues.

"Niney-Nine, our fearless leader, our beloved pilot-” Haibara’s grin is consuming his whole face. If he wasn’t already stitched and taped up, you might punch him, “--has a crush."

"You have a crush? What?" Eyes snap to you, "On who?"

Crestfallen is written all over the poor kid's face, but you can only focus on your own burning cheeks. Oh, how your body has betrayed you.

"Shut up.”

"She won't even talk to him." Haibara continues, "I try to call her over to talk to him and she shrivels up like a bug."

He brings his good arm to his chest and sticks out his tongue, then roughly mimics scurrying away in the air. Itadori’s jaw is slack, enthralled by his antics.

“It’s nothing,” you insist, “He’s not even cute.”

It’s not nothing. Oh, you wish it was, but it’s not. You have the type of crush that makes your knees buckle and jaw ache and you haven’t even spoken to the man directly. Once, he nodded your way, just the hint of a smile on his lips, and you spent the following afternoon locked in a shower stall, shamefully jacking off to the memory.

Dread rises in your throat like bile.

"Oh, please! You're so smitten! It's crazy!” he turns back to Itadori, “She’s so smitten. Makes this dumb little face-" Haibara makes his eyes wide, “Once, she went to Coruscant to watch his speech-”

"We're leaving." You start walking, pace crisp enough that Itadori can barely follow, let alone your injured copilot, "Bye, Hai!"

"Oh, come on!" The linoleum squeaks under the rubber stopper at the end of his crutch, "I know for a fact that it'd go well if you just talked to him!"

"Goodbye!" you call back. You’re better than this. A stupid crush isn’t going to dominate your life, especially not one this unrealistic.

You click the heels of your boots against the floor with purpose, marching forward and away from that mess.

But Itadori doesn’t have the sense to read the air. “So, who is it-?”

"Itadori," you warn.

Silence only lasts another couple of steps.

"You should ask him out," he continues, "You're really great. I know any guy would be-"

“Don’t,” you warn, a bit harsher than you really should, “Not now, Shrimp.”

As you arrive to where you need to be, a room marked ‘superior’, Itadori chews on his lip and hesitates, shuffling his feet unhappily. He’s still bright eyed and full of adventure, just like you used to be, so he must be upset about missing another ‘mission’.

'Hey," you elbow him again, softer this time, "I'll probably just be toting cargo to the Outer Rim again. There's no reason to be sad or jealous or whatever."

"I'm not jealous of-" Words fail him, then the rookie relents and retreats, "You're right-- have fun on your stinky old rocket."

He waves you off, still a little down. "Still sounds better than sitting here."

You ruffle his hair. It’s unwashed and sticky enough that it stays in place when you pull away, so you wipe your palm on his shirt. Itadori steps back with fake offense, but his smile is returning.

“Sorry, shrimpy,” you say, “I’ll see you soon.”

You turn the door handle, then pause. “And take a shower, for Maker’s sake.”

.. . . . . . . . .

The office is essentially just an overlook of the bay, with ships and droids constantly twirling about. Today, no large freighters are reloading, so the space is rather barren, filled with only pilots and fuelers passing the time. At the intercom, a tall, thin woman stands. Commanding Officer Mei Mei tilts her head with the coyest of smiles, like she's barely containing a secret. She greets you by name, a strange familiarity she holds with all pilots she deems worthy.

"Senior Pilot 333-G, reporting for duty," you say.

She wastes no time. Her eyes bore into you from behind the thick plait that covers most of her face.

"You're from a single biome storm planet, right?"

You hesitate to answer. Mei Mei is nice enough, but there's always an insidiousness behind it all, something you can’t quite put your finger on, but your gut can taste. Like the predatory bird, she perches herself against the edge of the table, primed to strike the moment you’re most vulnerable.

"I am, indeed," you admit.

"And you've flown on your planet?"

It's where you learned, in between storms and pressure pockets, on the laps of men that promised to take you away and never did. "Many, many times."

"Good." She claps her hands together and turns back to her makeshift desk. The same papers are scattered around its top, in the same position as always, a charade that works on most. It’d probably work on you too, if you didn’t know how often she disappeared offsite. "It’s settled then. You'll be transporting our visiting senator back to his home planet."

Your heart stops for a moment. Neurons connect.

"Who?" you ask, even though you know better.

The OutStation is a part of multiple trade routes, so it isn't uncommon for senators to make appearances. Most of the time, it's to file complaints about efficiency or lost shipments (with piracy at an all time high, you can't blame them), but a certain senator seems to visit more often than others.

"That would be me.” The man in question stands up from his chair on the other side of the desk and you wonder how you didn't notice him before. Every hair on your body stands on edge as you process his presence, a Loth cat with its hackles raised.

“This time of year, the storms can knock out the Nav and landing systems." He adjusts his cuff link and smooths the sleeve back into place, always the picture of grace. Senator Nanami Kento, with perfectly coiffed blonde hair and chin never below parallel with the ground, adjusts his glasses and you catch his steely gaze directly. This time, there’s no hint of a smile, just a thin drawn line on his peach slice lips.

Your mouth goes dry.

It's not that you don't like the Senator. Oh. Quite the opposite.

He’s You-Know-Who.

You’re not sure where you gathered the absolute gall to develop feelings for the man. It certainly wasn’t a logical decision. The men you usually go after are in your league: other pilots passing through, engineers that can’t remember your last name, strangers who understand the game and how to play it-- it’s always people who see the Outer Rim Hick written across your face and treat you as such. You have no business falling for a man who dresses in ironed long coats, white collars that are never dirtied, with a neck that’s never been burnt by the sun.

It doesn’t help that he’s simply attractive. Not a special kind of hot, with caveats and conditions, but genuinely, truly beautiful. It’s the kind of attractiveness that makes people kinder and life easier and you wish you were immune.

"Senator, I-" You're sweating. Your eyes won't leave where you've planted them on the floor. His boots are polished leather, so shiny you can see your warped reflection. It’s better than looking at him. "Wouldn't it be better to use an official transport? Or Haiba-- 299-G?"

Haibara grew up on the same planet as the Senator, so the two have been close since their teenage years. When Haibara left, Nanami went to work, climbing the political ladder. Their home planet used to be a bit more like yours, desolate and unknown, but in the past ten years Prixiyi has transformed into a vacation destination. The change is controversial amongst the citizens, but it undeniably has made the planet a gem in the eyes of the galaxy.

Maybe that’s what made you like him in the first place, that ability to rise.

"There's no official transport in this sector and Haibara is currently… out of commission. I need to go home as quickly as possible and finish some work before the tourism season begins." Senator Nanami leans back, turning away to mutter over his shoulder. "Besides, I'd prefer to make it back in one piece."

Despite yourself, you blossom into a smile. Haibara doesn't have a very good track record of keeping his craft in the sky. It's a bad joke, but coming from him, it's everything.

From the corner of your eye, Mei Mei gives you a sideways glance. That immediately sobers you. Don’t forget yourself: you’re a grunt performing a job, not some schoolgirl with a crush. This isn’t some sort of fanfiction; there’s no reason to get excited.

“I just need someone with experience dealing with the hazards," The Senator reiterates.

"I'll rise to the occasion, sir." You nod to both of the people in the room. Besides, you aren’t some rookie flyboy anymore: you, for better or worse, are considered a proper pilot. As an adult woman, you can swallow down a childhood crush for a couple hours.

Then, maybe, you can go home and masturbate about it.

“Wonderful,” Mei Mei says it in a way where you doubt she really thinks it's wonderful at all. She waits a moment, that crisp smile still pulled tight, "Well?"

There’s the moment, where your guard is down and the soft belly of your emotions is exposed. “Uh-”

“Our darling-” she stresses that word and the man in question seems stiffer, if that’s even possible- “darling Senator said as soon as possible. Start moving.”

You don't wait for any further instruction. In a bit of a scramble, you turn on your heel and leave, careful not to let the door slam. The lack of sleep is still tight in your muscles, but you push through and head towards the bay. There was no instruction of exactly where to go or what you’re flying, but that doesn’t matter.

As long as you know who is onboard, it’ll be a nightmare.

Masterlist | part two

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mononijikayu · 1 year ago

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time after time ━ gojo satoru.

He could feel the warmth of the sun as he and his beloved darling laid onto their backyard to sit upon the white brim chairs, while his lover read aloud to him. He could remember laying down in the grass with him, during a meteor shower as they embraced and spoke of the most useless things and marveling at the wonder that they are living a dream - being able to have the opportunity to see those wide skies.

note: i wrote this, remembering that december 24th was when satoru gojo faced sukuna and got nerfed by gege akutami. GEGE WHEN I GET YOU GEGE??? anyway, happy christmas <3

Genre: Astronaut AU, Interstellar-esque;

Warning/s: Angst, Hurt and No Comfort, Death, Grief, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Lovers to Marriage, Mentions of Space, Mention of Technology Failure, Possible Trigger to Astrophobia;

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play: time after time by margaret whiting

IT WAS HARD TO WATCH WHAT WAS HAPPENING. But it was even harder to comprehend that there was no more hope. Whatever he did, Gojo Satoru knew that the chances of survival were too good. As he peered through the glass of the oxygen meter, there was give or take five or ten minutes left of oxygen. Maybe even less than that.

The power station malfunctioning, soon enough going out of action, would not be able to tell. Satoru was certain that it was as if time had taken to slowing down on its own. Life flashed before his eyes as he pushed through the miniscule halls and into the outer chamber, where the escape pod readied for a venture for survival.

He looked through the pod, making certain that the sleeping form within was still in the state of slumber. Satoru didn’t want to wake his lover up, he wished they wouldn’t wake up until the pod had already left. That’s all he could ask for. After all, Gojo Satoru did not have the heart to say goodbye.

As Satoru struggled to grapple with the harsh reality unfolding before him, the enormity of the situation pressed heavily on his shoulders. The dimly lit chamber, once filled with the hope of escape, now seemed like a confined space echoing the impending doom. Time itself appeared to slow down, each passing second carrying the weight of irreversible consequences.

He bit his lip, turning away as he tried to not let the tears fall. Satoru had always joked that he would not cry at partings. He’s never one to be willing to let his tears fall. They loved his smile more than anything. He knew that too well. He took a deep breath, gathering all the strength he had left in him.

Nodding his head, he looks at his lover with all the devotion that stemmed from his soul. He looked at them, as though they were everything he could ever dreamed of. As if they were all that sustained whatever is left of his being. His lover was life itself to Satoru. This was all he could ever have, this parting. He cherished each millisecond as though they were the treasure of the world.

The white haired man couldn't shake off the bitter irony that lingered in his mind. Memories of his youth, spent in the embrace of his wonders of the universe and beyond. All the knowledge of his training had come through to him in fragmented pieces. During their training, they were assured that the escape pod would have little use.

There would be no need for it, rather it was precautionary. A chance of one to thousands of impossibilities. Gojo Satoru, with unwavering confidence, had embraced this belief. He had no reason to distrust those that had more knowledge in the infinity and limitless than he. Yet, little did he know that this conviction would become the bitter catalyst for their undoing.

The experts and the scientists who had designed the now-crumbling spaceship had boasted proudly of its indestructibility. Their vessel was hailed as impervious, capable of withstanding any cosmic debris that dared to threaten it.

The advancements in technology, the pinnacle of human achievement, had seemingly fortified their journey into the vast unknown. Yet, in the silent void of space, reality unfolded with merciless clarity. He can no longer contact them. But Satoru was certain that they could not offer any other remedies now.

Technology, for all its progress, couldn't defy the fundamental truth of existence—nothing is truly reserved from destruction, and nothing can endure forever. The spaceship, once deemed the most indestructible, the most invincible of its kind, now succumbed to the relentless forces that governed the cosmos.

As the vessel disintegrated, it served as a stark reminder that even the most advanced creations of humankind were subject to the relentless passage of time.

The echo of history reverberated through Satoru's thoughts as he remembered the tragic tale of the Titanic. His lover had shared this piece of history during their shared days in the dormitories with fellow trainees at the space center. They often borrowed books from the space center’s library.

Often, they brought it back and read it to him and Suguru. At rare times, Shoko would come by and share a smoke with them. Satoru enjoyed the tone of his lover’s voice, narrating days gone by. Even the sound of their voice as they read through tragedy, he treasured it all.

The voice of his lover echoed hauntingly in Satoru's mind, a relentless loop that reverberated against the confines of the escape pod. The imagery painted by their words unfolded like a vivid scene—a moonless night, an unforgiving sea, and the chilling embrace of hopelessness in the dark. The parallels between their current plight and the tragic history of the Titanic became an inescapable reality.

The hubris that had surrounded the belief in the Titanic's strength now cast a long shadow over Gojo Satoru's thoughts. The ship, deemed incredibly infallible, had dared to challenge the heavens and the mysteries beyond. It had arrogantly positioned itself as greater than the enigma of life itself.

As Satoru grappled with the impending doom of their own spaceship, he found himself drawn back to a time when he, too, had dismissed the notion of facing a catastrophic fate.

The echoes of shared laughter and camaraderie reverberated in Satoru's mind as he confronted the undeniable truth—their spaceship, once believed to be beyond the vulnerabilities of the past, now succumbed to the harsh realities of the cosmos. The comfort derived from the confidence in technological progress now stood shattered, replaced by the cold, unforgiving expanse of space that surrounded the escape pod.

As the remnants of their once-invincible spaceship drifted away, Satoru found himself grappling with the harsh reality that their journey had become a poignant testament to the consequences of blind faith in the face of the unknown. The escape pod, once an afterthought in their preparations, now bore the weight of their diminishing hopes—a fragile vessel adrift in the cosmic sea.

The memories of reassurance that Satoru had offered to his lover resurfaced. They had been each other's longest friends since youth, their bond stretching across shared dreams and countless hours of training. Satoru's conviction that there was nothing to fear had been a source of solace for his friend turned lover. It was a belief rooted in the collective dedication of years spent in rigorous training, relentless work, continuous learning, and dedicated study.

The commitment extended beyond personal aspirations; it was a collective endeavor for the betterment of humanity. Their sacrifices, the toil, the shared vision—they were all invested in the pursuit of excellence. The pursuit of adventure, of exploration. Of seeing the stars from where they sat in the vast vacuum of space. His lover smiled at the thought of doing it together.

Hand in hand, The exchange of love for the sight of the big blue sphere from afar. The spaceship, once conceived as a symbol of human achievement, the big wide wonder that his lover had given their devotion to, the home they had found themselves wrapped within, now stood as a testament to the inherent fragility of such endeavors.

Yet, in the face of impending doom, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but question the cosmic order that allowed the dissolution of their dreams. The once-sturdy vessel had become a victim of the unpredictable forces of the universe. The weight of hope alive bore heavily on Satoru's shoulders, burdened by the realization that his efforts, however earnest, couldn't shield them from the capricious whims of fate.

Satoru's gaze lingered at one of the small window panes, the infinite expanse of space stretching out beyond it. The vision of stars, once a source of wonder and inspiration, now served as a backdrop to the unraveling tragedy. The space ship, with its precious cargo of dreams and love in one capsule that fit only a soul, floated aimlessly in the cosmic abyss—a stark reminder of the impermanence of human endeavors and the relentless march of time.

Life, with its unpredictable twists, can transform into a relentless adversary, especially when one basks too blissfully in the illusion of security. He realizes that he took too much for granted. The irony of this reality provokes a bitter laugh in Satoru, reminiscent of their friend Suguru.

Geto Suguru, a crucial part of the team responsible for calculating the intricate details of the space flight, had often navigated the delicate balance between optimism and the harsh truths of their mission. Satoru wondered if he was still asleep. Or if he was panicking that they couldn’t get any communication from the ship. He would have known by now that something was wrong.

"You’ve got to learn how to forgive me, Suguru. It seems I won't be joining you guys for that beer run." Satoru murmured into the air, surrounded by the slow and steady swirls of smoke within the chamber housing the escape pod. The power chamber overheated, he knew. Barely any time now.His words hung in the weighty atmosphere, a testament to the somber acknowledgment of an unfulfilled promise.

“Man, you still owe me for that tab, don’t you? Pay that up! Don’t you dare let my darling pay for it, stingy bangs!”

Satoru coughed for a moment, feeling the pressure in his lungs. He felt a sense of gratitude that the remaining oxygen still allowed him to breathe in the shrinking confines of space. He was sure that Suguru would see it somehow. The ship records everything. With what power it has left, it would record. Suguru would see it. He laughs for a moment. At the very least his lover wouldn’t have to pay for more of the beer when they get back.

]However, the cruel reality persisted—the lifeline he clung to had an inevitable expiration point. His gaze fixed upon his partner, securely strapped into the chair within the escape pod, and Satoru's eyes, hollow and fatigued, conveyed a poignant mixture of regret and an unspoken farewell.

Prior to their departure, Satoru took meticulous care in ensuring his partner was securely fastened for the challenging journey back to Earth. Doubts lingered about the adequacy of the fuel gauges for the trip, but amidst the uncertainty, Satoru clung to the necessity of hope—that the escape pod would reach safety, anywhere but here.

"Sorry, darling. I’m really sorry." he murmured, his once-confident voice now laced with pain, his lips forming a small frown. Satoru's eyes shifted to a picture on the wall, a repository of precious memories shared between him and his partner.

While many of these memories had been stowed away in the escape pod beside his partner, a select few remained with him—a snapshot from their wedding day, another with their dogs, one with their families, and a cherished moment with Suguru in the training hall at the space center. “I hope you learn to forgive me again. Learn to live and forgive your loving fool."

Turning his attention to the pod's facets, Satoru meticulously checked every detail. He ensured an assortment of food, refreshments, and books awaited his partner upon their awakening, once all the protective measures were removed. Swiftly, he placed his partner's earphones and music player within reach. The cerulean eyed man looks at the music player for a second longer. He thinks if his lower will listen to the music and think of him. Of how they used to dance in the ship’s kitchen and laugh together.

He shakes his head as he takes his lover’s hand. His thumb threads through the familiar etches, the lines across each finger, of the palm of their hand. Gojo Satoru stared at the metallic sphere on their left hand. He huffed a laugh, tears falling tenderly, as he secured their wedding ring against his touch. Trying to breathe against the grain of space’s pressure, he started to take off his own ring and carefully placed it on his lover’s other ring finger.

Parting from the ring was the most painful part of all of this; His beloved lover had gifted it to him during a moment of unexpected revelation. All those happy years, his darling had out of the blue blurted their love for him. The scarlet blush upon their cheeks, the bright beam of love echoing in shaking eyes. Winter snow fell all around them. Satoru was beyond surprised, his clutches were all that was keeping him still and balanced. They never even dated before. Yet, they knelt beside him with all their might in their heart and soul, defying convention to be honest about love.

Gojo Satoru did nothing but laugh in the most beautiful of manners. That’s what his darling had told him. Under the pale bright snow, the beauty of his blue eyes shined the most. Almost like stars themselves. Satoru leaned forward to lean for the most passionate embrace. Their lips intertwined. He could taste wonder from the strawberry mochi, the smell of lavender perfume. Most of all, there was warmth. There was warmth in being so truly loved.

Satoru vividly recalled the disbelief etched on his beloved darling’s face as he later proposed. His darling was not one to hastily reveal their feelings, and yet, they had summoned every ounce of courage to express their love for Satoru. Their smile was everything to Satoru. It was almost like the sun, so wide and radiant.

It brought him back to life again. Just as much as the moment when they accepted his marriage proposal. Their response became the confirmation of their love, and tears of happiness flowed freely as his beloved darling admitted that, since meeting Satoru, their entire being had been consumed by love. In that moment, His smiling love became all Satoru ever needed.

Their marriage, officiated by Suguru in a simple office setting, marked the beginning of a shared journey outside the space station. Shoko was there to be a witness, and she brought Nanami and Haibara with her. Though Nanami complained that he would be late for the training at the gravity center, he seemed happy enough to stay.

Haibara was the one that pointed that out, though. Suguru, having keenly observed their profound love, eagerly supported their union and played a pivotal role in navigating bureaucratic hurdles. Once the paperwork was signed, they relocated to a different place, just outside the space center.

Suguru diligently advocated to higher-ups that their commitment would not hinder their work. Satoru could have done it himself, with his connections and all. But, he was too enamored in his new found status as a married man to want to worry about the rest of the world.

They had built quite a wonderful life together. That’s all he could think about. Those happy, fulfilled years sustained Satoru, he could feel the tears pour down the blinking screens. He longed for those days again. To have all those bright beaming echoes of the mundane life, of the white picket fence. Those dance parties, those late night drives, those meaningless banters. He wanted it all back.

The playful times with their dogs down the park across their lovely home. Taking a small run around their neighborhood, even if his lover would complain about how hot and painfully long the trail was each time, they still did it and when the walking time gathered.

As long as Satoru smiled, it was all worth it. In all that moment, they held Satoru’s hand tightly. The small moments of talking about what they should eat for dinner, the pout on his lover’s lips at each imagining of their food. It was the wonder in his lover’s face which made him giggle every single time.

There were those wonderful weekends when they hosted barbecue parties for their family and friends, drowning in joyous feasting. His beloved darling, going around talking to everyone and socializing. The bright echo of the playing music kept everyone in a light mood. Suguru and Shoko looking around at the guests, enamored in guessing games. Nanami diligently manning the grilling station, Haibara pulling out the piles and piles of meat from the fridge. Satoru smiled at everyone he passed as he greeted them with drinks.

Every moment spent lazily making breakfast after a long tiring night at work, the loud laughter that could only echo between the two of them. The dogs kept them entertained as they played against the chair’s shadow in the morning rise. Satoru made faces as he followed up their play with a game of chase in the backyard.

His beloved darling would laugh at how silly it all was. For years, Gojo Satoru had pride in the idea that he was the only one that could make his lover laugh that way, that bubbly wondrous manner and each and every time, he was certain that it made him feel alive over and over. It made him fall in love over and over.

Every passing compliment spoken tenderly as they let the night drift in without complaint, their hands joined together in a way that made a whole of the world in their touch. Walking hand in hand on the boulevard, his shaded eyes full of devoted love as they walked towards the restaurants.

In those small impromptu dates that he would arrange for his darling, there was so much joy in seeing them so excited to try the new food. Satoru would stare so longingly, full of endless adoration and their eyes would meet. He would be watching his lover partner blush ever so shily, saying such words in return to him.

Satoru's realization struck him like a harsh awakening, a sudden understanding that he had taken precious moments for granted, assuming an endless supply of time. He had often proclaimed with pride that he would age gracefully, enjoying the luxury of more years.

However, Satoru's proclamation proved futile; time slipped away inexorably. He wiped away tears, the wailing sirens from the main deck serving as a mournful backdrop. Warning messages blared from the ship's screens, each echoing the demise of the once-invincible features. Despite the rapid deterioration, Satoru strained to expedite his coding efforts, knowing that the salvation of his beloved darling depended on his speed.

Amid flickering lights and shattering electrical wiring, Satoru raced against time to enter the final codes. The engines sparked and caught fire as the ship's structure began to rupture. Fear gripped him—the fear of not being fast enough, of the coding for the red button lagging, risking the collapse of their ship into chaos. Satoru's determination surged; losing was not an option.

The sequence of calamitous events unfolded with the stealthy intrusion of an unseen dark asteroid rock, cruelly striking the side of the once-sturdy spaceship. In the initial aftermath, his cherished partner nonchalantly brushed off the impact, deeming it minor, while the ship maintained an ominous silence regarding any substantial concerns. In the eyes of his beloved, it appeared to be nothing more than a superficial scratch, evoking shared laughter and a tender kiss—a testament to their enduring bond.

Amidst the laughter and exchanged affections, plans were hatched to entrust the ship to autopilot, allowing the wearied couple to retreat to the embrace of their sleeping quarters. Bright tones of reassurance filled the air as promises of a peaceful night echoed through the dimly lit corridors.

Yet, the tranquility was abruptly shattered as his beloved left the lush confines of the greenery. An urgent alert pierced the air, thrusting their attention to a critical issue that demanded immediate intervention. The collision had wrought havoc on the ship's delicate equilibrium, compromising oxygen levels in the vicinity of the main power station. Responding with swiftness and determination, his beloved donned an oxygen suit and hastened to the scene, driven by an impending sense of foreboding.

The scene that unfolded before them surpassed the realm of nightmares. The asteroid's impact had ravaged the core of the ship, tearing apart the main power station with ruthless efficiency. For Satoru, the realization of this devastating development crystallized a long-dreaded nightmare, an eventuality that he had hoped would never materialize. As chaos and urgency enveloped the ship, the gravity of the situation bore down on them, leaving no room for denial or escape from the impending catastrophe.

Realizing the inevitability of the ship's impending shutdown, Satoru grappled with a profound sense of helplessness. Whatever actions he contemplated seemed futile in the face of an unstoppable, self-inflicted catastrophe.

That’s why he made a choice.

The love of this life had to survive.

Even without him.

But then that red button lights up.

Satoru felt a glimmer of warmth return to his face as hope illuminated his eyes. Laughter, almost manic in its intensity, erupted from him—the kind of laughter borne out of sheer relief. There was hope. There was still a chance.

However, the sedatives that were meant to maintain his beloved darling's unconscious state seemed to have lost their grip. Their eyes fluttered open, dazed and confused, as if emerging from a foggy, drunken stupor. Satoru, taken aback, wondered if he had miscalculated the dosage in his panicked state.

Satoru had hoped to spare his beloved from the heart-wrenching farewell, to let them slip away peacefully in their sleep. But fate had other plans.

"Toru," his beloved murmured, their eyes struggling to focus. "Where...?"

Satoru hesitated, his finger hovering over the mic button, torn between the desire to shield them from the harsh reality and the need to be honest.

"My love," Satoru finally spoke, summoning every ounce of courage amid his own tears. Their partner's voice triggered a full awakening, their body straightening with a sudden realization. This wasn't their bedroom. Something was amiss.

The truth hit them, and Satoru saw the dawning comprehension in their eyes—the escape pod.

"Toru, why am I...?" their partner's voice wavered with worry as they looked at Satoru, who struggled to maintain composure. A sad smile, an anomaly on their usually joyful features, played on his lips. He was always smiling, a trait his beloved cherished.

"There's a lot happening, my love," Satoru said, trying to steady himself. He couldn't bear to see the worry etched on their partner's face. "I'm sorry you had to see it."

As the reality of their situation sank in, his beloved pleaded, "Satoru, why are you there? Why am I here?"

The anguish in their partner's voice tore at Satoru's heart.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," Satoru whispered, his own tears mingling with the weight of the impending farewell. "I was so glad to have met you that day when my ball went into that tiny broken corner of your house fence."

Their partner's eyes started to well up, realizing the gravity of the situation. Desperation laced their voice, urging Satoru to join them inside the escape pod. But Satoru knew they couldn't.

"You kicked the ball and motioned for me to kick back! You never really liked to speak then, but I guess I changed that, didn't I? I made you a chatterbox," Satoru reminisced, laughter tinged with pain. "I love you so much, so much. Ever since that day. I just never realized it then. But I do. I did. I love you. You are and always have been my world."

His beloved sobbed, their hands desperately working to break free from the constraints. Time was slipping away, and Satoru knew he had to act quickly. The ship was tearing itself apart, and their partner needed to leave now.

"In another life, there would be no fault in our stars," Satoru promised, a shaky breath escaping their lips. "I want you to live on and grow old, even without me. Find love again. I will find you again. I will meet you again. I will love you again."

The anguish in their partner's voice reached a crescendo as they pleaded, "I can't live a long, empty life without you."

Satoru felt the heaviness in his chest, choking on his own emotions. "I know," he whispered.

Finally free, his beloved forced their way to the door, pounding on it in a desperate attempt to override the programmed controls. Satoru maintained eye contact, their hands poised above the red button.

"We'll meet again," Satoru said tenderly, offering one last parting smile. The escape pod separated with finality, and as his beloved screamed in despair, Satoru walked away toward their inevitable fate. “I know we will.”

“Don’t do this to me.” His lover cried out, tears pouring faster than they could blink. “Don’t you dare.”

“I love you.” Gojo Satoru turned around, smiled tenderly. “I love you.”

In the dwindling moments, Satoru found himself standing at the threshold, caught between the vast expanse of space and the memories of a life abruptly cut short. With a heavy sigh, he cast a last lingering look at the escape pod, where his beloved darling looked at him ever so helplessly, banging through the glass.

Once more, Satoru Gojo turned to face the cold reality in the ship.

The vessel, once a titan sailing through the cosmos, now surrendered to the inexorable grip of destruction. It groaned and convulsed, a lamentation echoing through the void—a symphony of demise composed in anguished creaks and shivers.

Satoru, on the precipice of the abyss, inhaled deeply, savoring the acrid cocktail of fear, remorse, and an unwavering resolve to carve a slender lifeline for his cherished one. His only one. The only one that was ever meant for him. Time unfurled like an eternal scroll, each moment an agonizing tapestry that Gojo Satoru faced with stoic acceptance.

In those final heartbeats, he imbibed another breath, a silent requiem woven into the vast emptiness of the cosmos. With a heart weighed down by the gravity of farewell, Gojo Satoru traversed the threshold and sealed the door of the command center—a poignant adieu etched in the frigid embrace of metallic confines.

He closed his cerulean eyes, humming that song. The one that played at their wedding. He couldn’t remember the title. But the thought of remembering the lyrics gave him strength. Because they were here with them again. They were together, always together.

“I only know what I know,” He sang softly, imagining they were beside him. As though they were just under the tree in their backyard. “The passing years will show, you've kept my love so young, so new.”

Amidst the desolate hush of space, Gojo Satoru knew that the escape pod was safe. He knew it had disentangled itself from the disintegrating vestiges of the once-mighty spaceship. His soul would survive with it, as much as his heart will. It embarked on a solitary journey, carrying with it the echoes of a life that had blossomed within the cosmic expanse. The most precious of all cargo in the world, in the universe.

The universe, now a silent observer, bore witness to the tragic odyssey of Gojo Satoru, who, in the name of love, relinquished everything. Thus, he left behind a legacy, a poignant resonance that rippled across the celestial tapestry, eternally echoing in the cosmic winds.

“And time after time,” He grins in his final moments, opening his cerulean eyes.

He sees them, standing in front of him one last time, returning his grin with a bright beam.

He held out his hand. “You'll hear me say that I'm so lucky to be loving you.”

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lucidwindz · 6 months ago

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billford ramblings

I’m seeing a lot of delightful fics of Bill being sent back to GF as a human and truly adore the premise.

throwing my own hat into the ring; I love some complex psychological horror and or unhealthy yet compelling dynamics, therefore in the AU that only exists in my head (for now), Bill broke out of Theraprism by himself, lands back onto earth and possesses the body of just some guy who was about to die, therefore an empty vessel yknow. His powers would be diminished, or he’d need to keep them under wraps so as not to catch the eye of any supernatural police. The Stan twins have been travelling across the globe to catch any residual weirdness, and Bill’s little fall to earth had pinged off on their radar, so they go to the anomaly place and just find Some Guy.

Bill has to do his best to convince the twins that he’s just Some Guy, and that the reason he’s giving Weird Vibes is bc he came into contact with the anomaly and it left his arms charred, and being able to do some magical tricks. He decides the best place to hide is wherever everyone least expects him, so he joins the twins on their adventures as resident Strange Guy But Kinda Smart and Useful so sure, tag along.

Now here’s the thing. Bill and Stanford get along really well, they’re both intellectuals and they bond over creating strange inventions, much to the despair of poor Stanley who has to make sure they don’t go too crazy and make Weirdmaggedon 2 electric bugaloo. But sometimes he participates yknow, dude learned some advanced shit in the 30 years fixing the portal. Either way, they rly end up bonding.

All the while, however, Bill realizes how much he missed being with Stanford, and becomes increasingly worried about the cat coming out of the bag and ruining this second chance. He’s careful that his demeanours are never too similar to how he used to act, he’s desperate not to shatter the illusion. One way or another, this entire thing teaches him to slow down and cherish something. Still, he cannot fully contain his chaotic nature, it’s a non stop push and pull between his godhood and his growing care for humanity. How does a cosmic, unfathomable being such as himself change? Can they even? Or would that very change tear himself asunder?

On Stanford’s side, he cannot help but find this stranger familiar, can’t help the incessant déjà-vu, anytime he and the man stay up late into the night discussing the mysteries of the universe. But he thinks it’s unfair to pile his trauma onto this random guy, so he restrains himself. Still, it is a quiet scream in the back of his head he can’t shut out. He also realizes slowly that the other man seems to always be repressing himself, and he wants his friend to break out of his shell and be truthful, but another part of him dreads it to his bones.

Still, both of them can’t help falling for each other. Stanford feels like someone finally sees him completely, and this time they’re on equal footing; it is not a believer on his knees for a god, it is a slow waltz as they hold hands. A comforting, soft partnership.

(at the core of billford, I think, is we never truly know if they loved each other. Perhaps they only loved the idea of each other; stanford’s love for Bill is that of a believer, a worshipper. He saw Bill as this clairvoyant eye to finally bathe him with the acknowledgment he always craved, the hole in his heart left by Stanley, to fill with achievements and noises. If a God can acknowledge me, then I must be doing things right, I must be good, I must be enough. Yet when that shatters, and Bill is revealed to be a demon, what says that about Stanford, who reveled in his gaze? As for Bill, he fully saw Stanford as a pawn till he lost him. Is it truly love and regret? Or is it a child losing its favourite toy? Is it mere disbelief that anything can slip through his, a god, a king’s fingers? Even a pawn that he liked a little more than the others, that he expected would remain on his board but vanishes and he can’t help but linger on its empty square? Does he mourn his loss of control or does he mourn just a little bit, the company of someone who understands him, his incessant need for escapism, from his broken home, his oddness, his ‘defect’?)

Eventually, everything comes to a head when Bill has to use his full powers to save Stanley during a mission gone wrong. Sirens blare across the universe and Bill knows he will be found out and sent back to the hell of infinite therapy. But for that moment, all Bill cared about was Stanford’s happiness and wellbeing, because he knew that losing his brother would break him fully. He had to care for Ford, despite his fear of losing him forever. Despite the fact that this would be the end of the road for him.

As for the ending, idk what would be most appropriate. I’d love a happy ending but I think though Stanford will try to save Bill from his fate in theraprism to repay his debt, he would be too hurt to fully forgive the demon. Maybe they part ways, and Bill places a kiss on Stanford’s scarred knuckles and accepts that to love is to lose, and he has to accept that if you truly love another, it means letting them be happy even if that happiness is without you.

I think some of my love for the Jedi’s philosophy leaked in all that yapping but anyways. Might draw or write a lil something for this AU down the line. I like unclean resolutions, they’re both forever stained with the other’s handprint, but would they trace it softly on their skin or cover it up with a high collar. Who knows? It makes no damn sense, compels me though!

#Ramblings #gravity falls #billford

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corvidcentral · 1 year ago

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Erm, Lich Scarab AU upon ye

Basically, the Lich possesses Scarab and uses Scarab’s powers and status to try and kill everything in every universe, and the entirety of F&C is the Lich steadily becoming more unstable and using the guise of gathering evidence against Prismo to try and complete his eradication goal :3

More art, some beta designs, and a complete au dump under cut!!

This is all copied from my rant in a discord server 😭

So, from what I’ve seen, it’s like the Lich can possess/manipulate people with unstable emotions or who are disillusioned with the world around them. Scarab, being a god auditor, often has to travel to different dimensions to track down wayward cosmic entities, and it’s canon (? The wiki said so) that the Lich can share memories between different dimensional variants of himself.

So basically, in some universes, Snail Lich sees this cosmic entity that’s just furious at everything and starts scheming. Basically, it starts stalking him the moment it senses he arrives in a dimension, and feeds off the negative energy. He then uses this energy to become more powerful, and eventually, in one universe the Lich breaks free and just beelines it towards Scarab

Don’t get me wrong, Scarab is a brutally efficient god auditor but he also does have a bit of a superiority complex and easily dismisses the threat that the Lich poses. He just goes about his job, disguised, until a Lich possessed old man asks disguised Scarab for some help with a chore

Scarab, wanting to keep his cover, reluctantly agrees, and then is ambushed by the old man turned Lich, who possess him in turn (and it’s canon that the Lich can, on some level, possess cosmic entities, as seen w/ New Death)

Course, because Scarab is a cosmic entity, he doesn’t die when he gets possessed, he just gets shoved into a dark corner of his mind and body. He’s like, freaking out, trying to rationalize to himself on how he was tricked so easily, and the Lich is like having a blast with a high ranked cosmic entity as a puppet/vessel

He also uses Scarab’s shapeshifter abilities to his complete advantage, and just parades around as Scarab. And, well, if other gods notice Scarab acting a bit more erratically, and if his eyes glow more green than red, and he’s quieter and more calculated, it’s just Scarab doing his job, right? Nobody really likes Scarab, anyway, so why do they care?

The only one who really notices that Scarab is Not Actually Scarab is Prismo, bcuz he got killed by the Lich before, and he can recognize that energy even if the Lich is putting on a perfect performance of a god auditor, inspecting him for some faulty readings (that being Fionna, Cake, and Simon)

Basically, the reason why Scarab was so fucking bonkers during the entire Fionna and Cake series was cuz of the Lich bending his body to the absolute limit trying to figure out how to properly take over the Time Room and eradicate every single living thing in all universes.

And during the Golbetty scene, Lich Scarab watches himself get cubized by Golb, does the whole attacking Simon before crawling into his head, and then just loses his mind in Fionna’s world

His drops the Scarab disguise and reveals the Lich face, along with his patchwork of other disguises and bones and stuff, and just goes ham on killing Fionna’s world

It’s not until another cosmic entity shows up and forcibly removes the Lich from Scarab that he gets complete control of his mind and body back, and while he’s back to “normal” he’s scarred pretty badly and has to step down as god auditor.

Prismo kinda takes pity on him and asks Orbo if Scarab can become a Wishmaster and Orbo is like “yea sure mate” and it actually really helps Scarab bcuz being out of his pain ridden body and being simplified does wonder to the mental health ya know

Not exactly Prohibitedwish but also they’re a lot more friendly with each other than in canon cuz Scarab owes Prismo for saving him from terrible pain

Scarab’s body does eventually get healed over the course of a few hundred years so by the time it’s like, mostly okay, Scarab wouldn’t be in pain for every time he moved. His body is still scarred badly, and his disguises share those scars, but yea!!

Also special shout out to Lily cuz she gave me Ideas >:3

It’s great :3

Pencil art/beta designs:

Bonus dumbass pic:

#my art #Lich Scarab AU #the lich #the lich adventure time #scarab the god auditor #scarab adventure time #scarab fionna and cake #adventure time au #au #adventure time #Fionna and cake

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moon-buggg · 9 months ago

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In your dirty au, what does Sun and moons vessel look like?

Does YN know what the gods look like without their vessel or is it more like a vibes thing?

Do people assume that the trickster spirit is the god of light? Or did they assume it was a different god?

Why did YN choose to hang around such powerful gods temple? Was that part of the con? How so?

Does the trickster spirit get to see the gods true form?

When I stumbled onto your Deity au post, I had a little giggle because they are both so pretty!!! And then the little stick figure of the average human was so different in comparison lol

In order-

A proper ref is in the works, but think a fancy ball jointed doll. They're not porcelain but something close with a lot of metal detailing, something fitting for a god. Vaguely inspired by Hades character design sort of

YN could probably guess, but it's mostly a vibes thing. There's no defined shape to deities forms though

Basically a hunter saw them transform from a fox to a not-quite-human and assumed they were like. A god of the hunt or something. The hunter went back to town and told everyone there was a god in the forest so the towns people started leaving offerings on the forest outskirts, which is what caught YNs attention and got them started playing god

Technically, they mostly hang out in the garden behind the temple. They were maybe a bit foolish (or arrogant) in deciding where to hang out, but it really is the nicest spot in the village. Just seemed like a good place to nap, not much thought went into it beyond that. The fact that it seems to affirm their godly status by way of association in the minds of the villagers is merely a happy accident, they swear

I haven't fully decided yet, but at least in dreams they will. There's a few ways I could take this plot, and that's all I'll say for now ^^

I'm glad you like them!! They truly are vast cosmic entities lol

#asks #dca au #deity au

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on-wine-dark-seas · 1 month ago

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What do you think the Shibuya incident would have been like if Sukuna had been on the side of the good guys? Not in Yuuji's body but in his own body in a kind of AU where he is a teacher like Gojo. Do you think he would simply do the same and not mind killing whoever he needs to or would he try to protect civilians? Do you think that just like with Gojo, Kenjaku would use someone dear to him [Yuji or Uraume] to manipulate him and lead him into a trap or would Sukuna not fall for such a trick? I love your ideas and definitely want to know how u imagine such a scenario 👀

NEW AU ALERT [I might put this one in Sonder]

So, this one was kind of a puzzler because Gege's entire narrative is something I call a "cascading story" in which he writes the events like a series of dominoes falling. One can't happen without these previous three things happening, etc. The way my brain works is I want to stay kind of true to the characters even when shifting their allegiances and morals. There's certain attributes I don't change because it risks running OOC.

So, to solve that problem we gotta slide back to the Heian Era when Sukuna made his deal with Kenjaku. Kenjaku is known for making airtight binding vows, but Sukuna is just as clever [I feel like Kenjaku is the one who taught him some new tricks lowkey]. The way I see it, Kenjaku could only get Sukuna to agree to so much or risk losing his wild card for the Culling Games. So, he likely made the binding vow to secure his allegiance in the Culling Games but whatever else happened before or after was out of his control [except when it comes to Yuji]. Now, since we don't need a Vessel for this AU, I wanna say instead of that scenario happening, Sugawara was the one who cut a deal with Sukuna instead, binding him to the Gojo family in a way.

Fast forward to Sukuna reincarnating in his full body [let's say they still have to collect his Fingers for whatever reason to reconstitute him]. He's teaching at Jujutsu Tech, etc. He finds Satoru kind of annoying, but he also knows Kenjaku is bad news. So, here's our other problem: Kenjaku's ace is the Prison Realm. Problem is, that's a single occupancy and he's got two of the strongest assholes to ever wield jujutsu to worry about. With an ancient vow binding Sukuna to Gojo, he can't count on the King of Curses being chaotic, and he is the stronger of the two.

So, now Kenjaku has to decide which one he can trap in the Prison Realm. He decides to roll the dice and go over the options. Unfortunately, sealing Gojo means he'll have to contend with Sukuna immediately afterward. And that's a problem that can only be solved one way. He can still use the false!Geto visage to distract Gojo as he does in canon.

However, were he to choose to try and seal Sukuna, there is nothing the King of Curses cares about save himself. He puts no one above himself.

Save one.

The hostage situation: Uraume. Sukuna had no wife or children, but he had his ward and protege, Uraume. Ume agreed to Kenjaku's terms because it meant being reunited with Sukuna [let's say they were separated for whatever reason and Ume was maneuvered into the deal, etc]. Kenjaku could force Uraume to distract Sukuna long enough to seal him. This would probably be where I ask myself whether or not being someone's devoted ward supersedes a binding vow because it can't be one of my fics if I don't give a character an existential or cosmic crisis in the middle of all the other shit they're going through.

Kenjaku weighs his options, and decides while it would be easier to seal Gojo, sealing Sukuna is ideal.

Plot twist: Sukuna is only 15 Fingers strong in Shibuya so there's still one hand's worth of his soul floating around out there. And a five-fingered Sukuna is much easier to deal with than 15.

But now Gojo is a problem. Gonna be honest with you: I don't see Kenjaku enacting shit without the crucial wild card that is Sukuna. With Gojo and Sukuna working together, Shibuya would have been over in an hour, Nanami would be alive, and those disaster curses would have been hemmed up early on. Sukuna may be forbidden from harming civilians or harming for fun, but exorcising curses is something he can do without a care. Mahito would have eaten shit before he could kill Junpei.

The entire Shibuya Incident is the culmination of a millennia worth of plotting by a diabolical sorcerer who just wanted to see something "new." Like I said earlier: a cascading plotline like that requires a lot of moving parts, and Shibuya was the climax of all that. Kenjaku's plan relied o discretion, patience, and playing his cards at the exact time in order to control all variables of the situation to ensure the most favorable outcome. He planned meticulously around the eventuality that he could trap the Six Eyes [the only ability that could see what he was doing], and the blind spots needed to ensure that he could do it since he had no way to actually kill the Six Eyes permanently [he's already tried, they always get reborn]. I wager Kenjaku's ability gave him the unique advantage of being able to observe recurring cycles in jujutsu in order to formulate the plan to begin with.

Of all the sorcerers we meet both incarnated and modern, Kenjaku, Tengen, and Sukuna are the most long-lived, and that's because Kenjaku can body swap and secure his immortality with his CT, Sukuna figured out how to become a cursed object [but apparently once you turn into a cursed object, you can never fully go back to being human without a Vessel to contain you], and Tengen's technique is literally immortality. Time is the greatest weapon a jujutsu sorcerer has, and Kenjaku used it to his advantage, as did Sukuna, who only became stronger as his legend incited fear and horror over time.

Gojo really had the deck stacked against him, poor baby.

Anyways, anon, thanks for listening to my yapping because oh boy do I have a lot of feelings about this series.

#muse's inbox #muse mail #Anonymous #呪術廻戦 #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #両面宿儺 #muse writes #ch: ryōmen sukuna #ch: gojo satoru #ch: kenjaku

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desultory-novice · 11 months ago

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I mean...there's "Apologies" right...? Tbh, Apologies is THE most thinking I've ever done about Dark Matter as a species before.

(Hope I'm not dubbed a "fake Kirby fan" for admitting that.)

But yeah, I'd say Apologies AU has all my current headcanons for Dark Matter. They're a hivemind. They've got "queens" who can exert control over the drones and "princesses" that are unactivated queens who otherwise operate as slightly awkward drones. (...Gooey...)

(Under highly unusual and deeply stressful conditions, it is possible to "make" a queen from a powerful drone and a vessel with a large amount of Soul Matter.)

They incubate inside other lifeforms. They can possess people. Their form can diverge from the standard "eyeball" somewhat based on various extenuating circumstances. They feed off of negative emotions. They're allergic to light, both real and, err, magical??

Some people are naturally attuned to Dark Matter. Items imbued with Dark Matter can corrupt one into becoming Dark Matter. They speak telepathically without emotion and have their own psychic-esque "sense" they use in place of the standard five. They have no sense of identity anymore and use "Eye" as their personal pronoun.

...Zero is a HUGE jerk. Just the worst. 02 was born from the remains of Zero and is much more chill but just as much a cosmic horror...

Dark Matter Swordsman, well, you all know about him...

As for the Kirby Cafe idea @shibuyatoastedcursor I think you really ought to write out your own feelings about that as opposed to waiting on me. But I'm gonna say more about the future of idea based asks on this blog in just a second...

#Kirby #Kirby series #Dark Matter Kirby #Zero Kirby #Dark Matter Swordsman Kirby #Gooey Kirby #If the very idea didn't EXHAUST me I could imagine a version of this post where each line links to a specific comic XD

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grismavessel · 2 years ago

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Vessel AU: Origin Form Arceus?

So I had hashed out this comic of Giratina and Arceus beefing for the vessel au and I decided to finally finish it, but as I was drawing the last panel I went 'Wait, this doesn't look scary enough'

So I made an origin form Arceus. Because if Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina get alternate forms, why can't Arceus? Because it would make sense in like a mythos type way for Arceus to have like a land/normal form for walking around the regions and interacting with pokemon

But this form only comes out when Arceus is really heated and wants to make a point is truly does mean business aka when it's arguing with Giratina

Because I still stick by the idea of Arceus never wants to directly fix/solve problems one on one. It has to have some third party or someone else do it for them since it cannot interfere with the flow of existence or something cosmic like that. So even if it changes into it's origin form it doesn't use it. It's just to make a point that it will not allow something to happen or let something slip. The problem will be fixed no matter what and if that problem is Giratina, Giratina WILL listen.

It doesn't mean Giratina will take it to heart and obey though.

#I'll rant more about this in a reblog prob #i have some design details I wanna gush about to hehe #Im thinking about story stuff #mainly around how would an ending to the vessel au look like?#I love drawing fucked up forms of god pokemon #eldtrich horror my beloved #arceus #pla #vessel au #pokemon #pokemon fanart #giratina #origin forme giratina #digital art #origin form arceus #pokemon legends arceus au

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pinata-candy · 1 year ago

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Blows my little lore kazoo <33 Here’s my star hc family tree and silly star forms of everyone! Plus the original chart from 2019 when I first had this stupid idea for them all to be related which has since just. Dominated my personal star lore. It was supposed to be a fun au idea and then it got out of control the drama was just too much fun <33 More details under the cut about everyone!

- So first I gotta talk about dark stars real quick, in my lore they are a species of star and not just one guy

- Darkstars can not have parents, they are created from the shadow of millennium stars

- essentially what happens is when a millennium star is born, a Darkstar is created in its shadow to help maintain balance between light and dark forces of the universe. They are as pure light magic and as pure dark magic as any stars can possibly get.

- The Darkstar who begins the whole family tree IS the dark star from Bowsers inside story, his real name is Aludra. The Millennium star who he was created with is Prankstar, his real name is Capella

-THEY ARE NOT RELATED. I just wanna say that hear the deal with dark and millennium stars is less like a ‘these beings are twins’ thing and more like a ‘you are cosmically tied to this being by the strings of fate’ deal

-Without getting into Aludra and Capella’s complicated lore and more into the messed up lore of the history of dark and millennium stars, TLDR: Aludra was the star’s leader and Capella was his jester. They were in a secret relationship while Aludra was married to another star (the marriage had been arranged by the council)

- Aludra and his wife have 3 biological kids: Boomer (yes, the boss from mario rpg), Eldstar, and Smithy

- side note: star children are not made through. Yknow. They are made through a magic wishing ritual it is very easy and you don’t even have to see the other parent for it to happen. Also Eldstar and Smithy, those are not their birth names, they are titles earned later on, lots of higher stars have them

-Aludra also raises the next darkstar born, her name is Umbriel and Capella raises her corresponding millennium star, his name is Vesper. They are largely unimportant rn but just. That’s who they are

-Aludra is sealed away, his children fight for the throne, the Eldstar wins

-He then gets married to Mamar and has his four sons: Skolar, Kalmar, Muskular, and Klevar (again, I promise those are titles not their birth names)

-Lady Misstar wanted in on the high life and so started pretty much dating all of his sons at once, girl wanted the benefits of dating what are essentially star princes, good for her

-Fuck around and find out though, she has Twink pretty much on accident

-Star law says that stars are not allowed to have children with one another unless they’re married (a law made by Aludra to try and stop the overpopulation problem). but Klevar does not want to marry her

- so she does what any gaslight gatekeep girlboss would do, she lies to the stupidest of the children and says it’s his and she marries Muskular instead.

- he’s just happy to have a kid, he knows that ain’t his boy but he’s happy :]

-Twink is sent down to Starborn valley for his younger years just like any other star, no special treatment for him

-BACK TO THE SMITHY SIDE OF THINGS and oh this is where it gets complicated and ridiculous truly

- after his brother takes the throne, Smithy goes to him and has the idea of making vessels for stars, big metal bodies to keep everyone safe as stars are vulnerable little things. I mean just look at them

-Eldstar approves and they make the factory

- at first the factory is filled with volunteer stars who want to help but as progress is slow, they leave, Smithy is spiraling into madness

- well the factory needs workers, Eldstar starts letting his brother use children to work there

- Smithy has hundreds of kids with hundreds of other stars, he also takes orphaned stars to work the factory. Most die.

-They also serve as the star’s army, conquering more land and defending the haven

-He also forces his brother Boomer and his son to help him. Boomer’s son, Punchinello, would eventually flee the factory and hide on earth, settling in there

- Geno is one of his kids, he’s part of the latest and last group of kids. He’s towards the middle of the group

-Geno also flees the factory after realizing his father is out of his mind. He flees in one of his father’s wooden prototypes and dumps it on earth before hiding in space

-The Eldstar eventually finally realizes this has gone too far and tells Smithy to shut down the factory program, which Smithy retaliates by destroying the star road

-SMRPG happens. Smithy and his kids go to jail, they were bad

-at this point in personal lore/lore with my buddy, they are out of jail and the kids are all living together and patching things up

-there is also another darkstar, that’s Nebula, poor Yarid has been raising the damned thing

-also Yarid’s boyfriend. Yeah, we made him up sort of on accident. We had a list of canon characters. And we were gonna give him a boyfriend from those. Then we made Misha on accident and their interactions were nice so he got the role instead. Twas an fun surprise

-I think that’s mostly everything other than talking about Estelle, Castor, and Constella

-but essentially they were told by the higher stars. Oh hey, do you want a kid? We’ll let you have one without getting married, just for you because you are so special but don’t tell anyone they’ll get jealous :)) and then took their kids and put them in the factory

- also yes, all five of the axems were born at the same time, it was a terrible surprise. Their father had a meltdown. And they really did just name them each a color

-Also Trickstar is not on the star chart bc his title is a lie he is a comet not a star

-I THINK THATS EVERYTHING. HOPEFULLY

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