#fuck Acid Tokyo

[tsubasaclones]

man. remember when hollow mind dropped. that shit was insaneeee

[parnshari07]

🔴RED PREDATOR🔴

[completeoveranalysis]

[9]

MOM HOLY FUCK THEY REALLY ARE SAYING IT

EXCUSE ME

EXCUSE ME

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT IS THIS THE GREATEST THING 

LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS

Clamp absolutely set the precedent for this with our visit to Shura/Shara all those years ago. We’ve SEEN the possibility of being in the past and future of the same world and teleporting between the two. We knew the feathers could appear pretty much anywhere in the timeline of a world, given how time works differently across the mutliverse, and we DID just straight up go backwards and forwards in time via Mokona, so it’s absolutely possible for them to appear in the Past of the Kingdom of Clow. 

WHICH IS APPARENTLY ACID TOKYO????

WHICH JUST ABSOLUTELY BLOWS MY MIND WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT A WAY TO TIE IT ALL TOGETHER??

X/1999 IS THE SET UP TO THE CLOW KINGDOM?

THE CLOW KINGDOM IS IN THE RUINED ECOLOGICAL DISASTER OF OUR OWN CURRENT WORLD??? 

Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle as a pseudo-not-really-but-kind-of-sequel-event to Cardcaptor Sakura but ACTUALLY ALSO being the sequel-kind-of-but-not-exactly sequel to X/1999???? Or Alternate Timeline X/1999? Where things are ever so slightly different but the world was ruined in the same way?

AND THE RESERVOIR

THE RESERVOIR IN ACID TOKYO IS THE RESERVOIR IN THE CLOW RUINS????

I’m REELING OVER THIS

THEY SET THAT UP

SAKURA WALKED THROUGH THE DESERT TO PURIFY THE WATER TO SAVE THESE PEOPLE AND IT MADE THE RESERVOIR THAT LOVED SAKURA SO MUCH THAT IT PROTECTS HER

AND WATANUKI! WATANUKI WAS AN ESSENTIAL PIECE OF SETTING UP THE RESERVOIR IN A WORLD BEFORE HE EVEN EXISTED IN THAT TIMELINE

And that’s Definitely the feather they’re talking about, isn’t it? The feather that Sakura left in Acid Tokyo is still in the Reservoir right now, and is the reason the water is magic and loves her so much - because it’s a piece of her, and -... well, a piece of her clone. But it’s a piece of SAKURA, and so they resemble and resonate with each other, and that's why the water is so close to her, but 'Sakura' can’t absorb the feather because she’s already a full person and those aren’t her memories, but the memories of her clone.

Meanwhile Sakura (ie, our cloned Sakura) is currently on the other side of the portal at a point in time that DIDN’T exist a few seconds ago, for Original 'Sakura', but the rest of the universe has moved on and decades have passed (even though no time at all has passed for her) and now the feather from her clone has ended up in the past that set up the reservoir potentially centuries before she was even born. 

Timeline!

Oh my god?

Oh my god. 

I’m going to be thinking about this forever. 

No wait I’m not done ACID TOKYO WAS like THE point in the narrative where everything changed forever. And from a Tsubasa point of view it felt like a world picked at random for all the Important Narrative changes to take place - but it never was! It was the most important world of all! It was the Clow Kingdom!

So Syaoran lived his life in the Clow Kingdom, and then his soul collapsed in Acid Tokyo, which was ALSO the Clow Kingdom, and then he went and died defending Lava Lamp, in the Clow Kingdom. All at completely different points in the timeline but all in the exact same world. 

Though I will say I am thoroughly baffled by the connection between the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building and THE CLOW RUINS???

ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO BE THE SAME BUILDING?

Oh my god they’re in the same location aren’t they. The reservoir was underneath it and now it’s under the ruins. I suppose they have Magic so they could probably reshape them however they want but WHAT A CON CLAMP HAVE PULLED ON US

TO SPEND THE ENTIRE MANGA STARING AT THE WINGS OF THE CLOW RUINS AND THEY WERE SECRETLY WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIME TO TELL US THAT WE WERE ACTUALLY LOOKING AT THE TOKYO METROPOLITAN GOVERNMENT BUILDING ALL ALONG

THE AUDACITY OF IT ALL

[justwinginglife]

'Til Death Do Us Part

Okay I never trigger warning cuz I don't like spoiling plot, but this one is about abusive relationships, this one is depressing, and this one does not end well. I wanted to write a fic based off of the song "Lie to Girls" in honor of Sabrina Carpenter's new album, but the song hit too hard, and the depression kicked in too hard hence depressing fic. And of course, I did not think anyone in Kaiju would be destructive and unhealthy enough for this fic so I'm writing about Manjiro Sano from Tokyo Revengers when he's older (in the future). That's all, proceed with caution.

You knew Mikey was a mess. 

If anyone asked, you’d deny it over and over. You’d keep denying it until your throat bled, the sting of those same, acidic words clawing their way back up like they’d triggered your gag reflex. You denied it so much, like you hoped it would become the truth, hoped your reality would morph into the falsities that you spewed.

You also knew that loving him was a decision, a conscious choice, an ongoing commitment you’d devoted yourself to time and time again. Yet, when pressed, you still claimed that loving him was unavoidable, that you were simply unable to unlove him, unable to resist. 

So, when he’d come home fucked up from his latest fight, blood smeared on his hands, the devil lurking in his eyes, you’d simply welcome him inside, arms spread wide, a warm smile at the ready. You didn’t know whose blood you were cleaning off his knuckles, or if that person was lying dead in some back alley somewhere, but you hummed to yourself and tended to him anyway, swallowing the unpleasant thoughts down. 

“How was your day today, baby?” You’d coo to him as though he had just come back from his 9 to 5, just another day in the office. 

He’d mumble something incoherent and pull himself off of you, trudging to the kitchen, eager to drown his demons. If your liquor cabinet ever found itself empty, he’d probably down the rubbing alcohol next, just to have something, to have anything to numb his humanity. 

You made your best attempts to coax his softer side out, reminiscing about the older days, the sweeter days, the gentler days. But those were days he’d rather not remember. Your greatest treasures, your most cherished memories, they did nothing more than remind him of a time when he was happy, of a time when he was more than the monster he’d become. 

You made his favorite meals, put on his favorite shows for him to watch, tried to make him feel comfortable, to make him feel loved. But he didn’t know how to love you anymore. He’d long forgotten emotions like love. He’d rejected emotions like love. And you knew that. But still, you’d convince yourself that your husband would come home one day, that the man who’d smiled so wide when you agreed to marry him that you worried his cheeks might burst, would walk through the doors at any moment, hands clean, eyes lit up, as he said to you, “Sorry for keeping you waiting, love.”

So you told yourself the most sickeningly sweet lies. Drowned yourself in delicious deceit. Got drunk on a version of him that no longer existed. 

Sometimes, the delusion was strong enough that you could convince yourself that you even loved the beast that he’d become. That you didn’t mind the steel in his gaze, didn’t mind the ice in his demeanor, didn’t mind the venom in his voice. He pushed you away to protect you. He pushed you away because he loved you. He pushed you away because he couldn’t control the sheer depths of feelings for you. That was it. 

He’d never forget your birthday. He’d never forget your anniversary. He was just late. He was just picking up a gift somewhere. It was going to be the most magnificent gift you’d ever seen. He was just stuck in traffic. 

The cops that frequented your doorstep didn’t know what they were talking about. Your friends didn’t know what they were talking about. Mikey’s friends didn’t know what they were talking about. No one knew him but you. You knew he was a good guy. You knew he wouldn’t do the things they said he did. You knew he was coming home any minute, just waiting for you to welcome him, just needing you to believe him, just needing you to love him. He’d saved your life so many times, this was the one thing you could do to repay him. You could love him through anything. You would love him through anything. Whatever this was, this was a phase. This was a rough patch. All marriages had them. Yeah. This was normal. 

And when he’d forget your name, hurl insults at you, get so drunk he threatened you with a broken glass bottle to get out of his house, you still ignored the aching in your chest. Your heart wasn’t broken, it wasn’t empty, it wasn’t lonely, it was simply on sabbatical. Even as the tears burst from your eyes, even as the bruises on your wrists deepened in color, you swore you loved him. You swore you’d love him until the day you died. 

And when the day came sooner than you thought, when the bodies of your friends, of his friends, filled the morgue, the stench of betrayal and rotting flesh ripe in the air, when his cold eyes, his distant eyes, finally found your gaze, finally looked straight at you, for the first time in months, his gun digging itself deep into your forehead, you still swore to yourself that he loved you, swore to yourself that you loved him. And when he hesitated, you swore you saw a glimpse of the old Mikey. You swore you were looking into your husband’s eyes. 

Then he pulled the trigger.

[herblay]

Cocktails I would make for class 1A (with Shinsou, minus Mineta bc I simply wouldn't, and with Monoma because I love him)

Sorry that's a particularly deranged concept, I mean this later in their teens/adulthood in that 8 year gap where they're putting up w Bakugou's begging them for money to make Deku a hero. Not when they're the baby age of like. 15. Don't drink kids. Idc really but like it's apparently not good for u. Then again what they went thru would drive me to drink even more. I was originally going to make all the cocktails in this post but I do not have all that liquor on hand and I don't love you guys enough to buy allat. (also psst I hate some of the cocktails on this list)

Iida: You may think the answer is nothing but I beg to fucking differ. He is a distinguished gentleman of society (cough cough rich bitch) and therefore I would make him a very classy Negroni. I personally do not care for vermouth and therefore am not super fond of them, but I feel like this is the level of distinguished cocktail suitable for Mr. President.

Yaoyorozu: No cocktail, a glass of dry white wine yes though. Probably a nice Sauv Blanc (my wine of choice). Classy, crisp, and wonderful. I originally had her as a red wine gal but I think a dry white suits better.

Todoroki: Dark n Stormy. This is one of my personal old standbys, and Todoroki seems like he'd be a rum guy. Ginger beer has the nice kick to it, and the layered effect jives with him. I think this is a great cocktail.

Midoriya: Tokyo Tea. Come on. Had to use Midori for his. It's only right. I actually don't really like this cocktail, it's too sweet for my tastes, but it's an incredibly sweet cocktail that packs one hell of a punch in bright green– tell me I'm wrong about this. I dare you.

Kirishima: I love him too much to give him a Bloody Mary. He'd have a Cosmo. Because much like that cocktail he was unfairly forgotten about by Horikoshi HORIKOSHI WHERE IS MY SON Infinitely fun to drink, fun to make, and always looks wonderful. Peak.

Kaminari: Carbonation is the name of the game. Kaminari seems like he'd enjoy something a little fizzy a little bubbly. And I thought about a Moscow Mule for him, but a limoncello spritz is the far better option. It's bright yellow, very summery, and very fun to drink (allegedly. Idk. I don't like sweet cocktails, as established. But I'm a good host and I think he'd like em.)

Mina: CLOVER CLUB BECAUSE IT'S PINK AND DELIGHTFUL (seriously if you make any cocktail in this list. It's a fucking delight. And it is pink and has a nice foam and a great touch of acidity. Perfect for Mina).

Sero: A Penicillin. Idk why. The vibe came to me and I think it's correct I just don't know why. It's smoky and gingery and is a great vibe for a rainy day. I like this for him.

Jirou: Espresso martini. I literally hate making these but it really suits her. They're also, much as it pains me to admit, a wonderful cocktail. But I made them once for my friends and now it's the request 24/7 and uh. Bestie they're not exactly a quick and easy drink to make. Anyway. She'd like one. I promise.

Satou: He's a sugar guy, so a piña colada would be right up his alley. Not a super quick drink to make if you're just making one, but a super easy drink to prep if you're making a batch of em, and rum is THE sugar liquor. Not a super fancy and sophisticated cocktail, but that's hardly a bad thing. It's friendly and accessible and always welcome (like his baking).

Shinsou: THE Corpse Reviver No. 2. I was saving this one for Aizawa but objectively this is correct. Absinthe rinse MANDATORY. I like using Cocci Americano Blanco instead of Lillet Blanc for this, but really both are great, I just balance out the Lillet's added sweetness with more lemon. But yes.

Monoma: Cocaine.

Tsuyu: Queens Park Swizzle. It's like a more whimsical mojito, it's light, refreshing, and literally impossible to dislike. Got a touch more depth than a mojito as well (which is fitting for Tsuyu, she's best girl, I love her dearly).

Ojirou: I am not gonna lie the extras are hard to nail down. He seems like I would give him a vodka cran and forget about him. (Even as an adult. Idk man I really don't care about him) (Sorry to the like. 2 Ojirou fans out there. I just. Do not get him very much)

Aoyama: I am NOT giving him a French 75. 1 because that's too easy and 2 because this boy is a Mai Tai if I ever saw one. Fruity and camp. And also because I made a sparkly Mai Tai (with a rim I set on fire) for my friend's birthday and I think that was the most Aoyama drink ever.

Koda: Okay so I think Koda would not be a big drinker but I would share my edibles with him. A weed gummy or two. We could make it work.

Shoji: Mezcal Paloma. Packs a punch but it's got more depth and nuance upon the second sip. Mezcal in general is a very Shoji spirit icl. Got that slightly intimidating front to it but has a lot of texture and depth beneath the surface. We love you Shoji <3

Tokoyami: I wanted to give him a Jungle Bird just because. Funny. But let's be real he's a Death in the Afternoon type of guy. And pssst here's a secret I fucking love that cocktail. Absinthe, champagne, and that's about it. The other option is the Necromancer, which is my actual favorite cocktail ever, but it's a touch too floral.

Hagakure: Capirinha. A mostly clear cocktail that genuinely is nearly impossible to screw up. Tastes lovely, is surprisingly distinct for a lime + liquor cocktail, and is an all around vibe on a hot summer day. Felt right for Hagakure, she's one of the lighter characters.

Uraraka: Tbh I'd just share a beer with her, she seems like the type to be down to chill with a beer and some bar snacks, but if ANYONE deserves the honor of getting a French 75, it's her. Friendly and bubbly, but packs one HELL of a punch. I love you Ochako. You deserved SO MUCH BETTER (I'm still so fucken distraught at what happened with her and Toga man. Her as a quirk counselor was the only good bit in the epilogue.)

All Might: is probably getting a glass of warm milk at the bar lbr but he seems like a Long Island Iced Tea type of guy (and that fits with Midoriya's in a very cute way now that I think about it. Damn. Didn't even do that on purpose but I'm happy abt it now).

Aizawa: Sazerac! The licorice notes are really strong in the ones I make, and an absinthe cocktail fits for him.

Bakugou: Is getting water. He would simply never do any drug and would probably freak at the concept of caffeine (I do not care about canon if it contradicts me) (He went to bed at 8pm as a teen that boy is probably never setting foot in a bar much less getting drunk bless him) (He has important things to do) (And money to save to finance his sugar baby I mean rival)

[mysouleaten]

Hello hello I’m new to your blog and if you’re still writing for Tokyo revengers could you possibly do a baji x reader where the reader suffers from chronic heart burn and acid reflux? I know this is an odd request so feel free to discard if you’re uncomfortable! Thanks

k. baji x gn!reader

summary ... after having a nice dinner with baji and his mother, you start feeling unwell.... BUT baji is there to help!

warnings ... soft baji, fluff, baji comforting you, like one curse word from baji, established relationship, husband bajiiiiii

a.n ... hello! thank you for requesting! I just wanted to let you know i did a little research and tried my best to write your request! i hope this is what you were looking for :)

heartburn meaning - If you feel uncomfortable in the middle of your chest every time you finish a meal, you may have chronic heartburn. This is when the acid from your stomach leaks up into the tender tissue of your esophagus (food pipe), causing pain and burning

acid reflux meaning - is the backward flow of stomach acid into the tube that connects your throat to your stomach, called the esophagus. During an episode of acid reflux, you might feel a burning sensation in your chest, commonly called heartburn.

it was a nice night, baji's mother had invited you and baji to stay over for dinner before you two left back to your apartment

and you two did just [ baji complained about staying longer but his mother had a defensive argument to over-rule his complaining]

after the nice dinner with his mother, the two of you left back to your home, getting ready for a good night's sleep

baji left shortly to shower after you came out, kissing the crown of your head and another to your lips before disappearing into the bathroom

sitting on the edge of the bed, you were putting moisturizer on your legs and arms before a slow painful feeling started to erupt in your chest and a sour taste started to climb up your throat sitting on your tongue

scrunching up your face putting a hand on your chest and lightly pressing on the burning feeling that has started to worsen

letting your head drop and tightly closing your eyes still keeping the hand on your burning chest, you gave out little coughs that worsened the sour taste in your mouth

"baby? are you ok?" baji asked softly while standing over you, drying his wet hair with his towel

"chest.. hurts" getting into a coughing fit right after answering him

"ah fuck, ok, i'll be right back!" baji's eyes widen at your coughing fit, he quickly leaves the room, leaving you to try to ease the headache that was forming

but after a quick moment, baji returns with a cup of water and some antacids

the bed dips next to you from baji's weight, he leans slightly over to you and softly asks you: "do you think you can take a sip of some water? after I can give you the antacids"

you haven't answered him straight away, but he didn't mind, he just the antacids on his lap before moving his hand up and down your back to give you some comfort

after a while, you looked up and then over at baji and nodded at what he had said earlier to you

he gave you a wide grin showing off his little fangs with joy

he gave you the cup with the cool water and you slowly took little sips from it, feeling somewhat better, the sour taste in your mouth wasn't as bad as before, not completely gone but manageable

"feeling better? ready to take the tablets?" baji keeps smiling at you

you nod again and he gives you one tablet for you and you thank him quietly before chewing on the tablet and swallowing it taking another couple of sips of water after

"alright, ima put these away-" he holds up the antacids "-on the side table, on your side obviously" he rolls his eyes at your squinting eyes

"and..the water?" you croak out

"ima get you a water bottle instead and then we can safely sleep without you vomiting alllll over me" he grins before quickly skitting away from your weak protests and assault

laying in bed with a sleeping baji who wrapped you up in his arms and lightly pressed to his chest

how are you supposed to avoid vomiting on him if he keeps you so close to him without a will to let go?

you roll your eyes playfully and snuggle up to his chest, thankfully the burning has lessened over time and now you can sleep peacefully in your lover's arms

my first request done! :D soft baji for his lover is all I know

[anaer]

wip wednesday (july 24 24)

the continued adventures of the time travel fix it fuck it up fic

in which gojo ends up back in time and decides its time for a hostile takeover

sukugo/stsg, rating: dramatic gay messes

“You know, you’re just…so…fucking—!”

Instead of finishing that sentence, Satoru grabbed Geto by the shirt and yanked him in, slamming their lips together. Geto squawked indignantly for half a second before his brain caught up to the fact that Satoru was attempting to shove his tongue into his mouth and he remembered this was something he was always down to go along with.

Satoru pulled back. “Fuck,” he muttered. “I hate how much I missed you. You are honestly the worst person I have ever known.”

He was so dramatic all the time. So what that Geto wanted to murder a scant few billion people? “Didn’t you just say Ryoumen Sukuna killed you?” Not that he believed him, but whether Satoru had lost it or not, how in the world was he, Geto Suguru, worse than the supposed worst curse in all history?

“Yeah, and he wasn’t half as obnoxious as you, actually.”

Satoru sighed, the deep, longsuffering kind of sigh of reminiscing. And then a weird, weird smile crossed his face. Geto was, of course, well versed in the many different kinds of smiles Satoru wore, as someone who was either perpetually smiling or cursed with the worst case of resting bitch face the world had ever seen (except when he was pouting or being pissy, or, on very, very rare occasion – so rare it was barely worth talking about – mad at Geto), but this wasn’t one he could say he’d seen before. It almost looked…dopey, in a lovesick way. Immediately, he felt on edge.

“He was actually…great. Sukuna was just…” He whistled, spreading his arms wide and gesturing in ways that made absolutely no logical sense to anyone not named Gojo Satoru. “He told me I was magnificent, Suguru. I mean, obviously I am – that goes without say – but still. He said it!” Satoru came down from whatever weird high he was definitely on to frown at Geto. “You’ve never told me I’m magnificent.”  

“I don’t think your ego needs it, to be quite honest.”

“Sure, my ego is the problem, Mr. Maniacal Genocidal Cult Leader.”

“I’m not maniacal—”

“Sure you’re not.” Satoru plopped down onto the tatami. Long legs crossed, and he dropped his chin into one hand, still wearing that stupid smile on his face that Geto wanted gone. “Sukuna really got it, though. He recognized exactly how amazing I am, even though I had to humiliate him on live TV first. And then he showed me how much he loved me.”

It seemed Satoru was even more out of his mind than first glance had shown. He was straight up delusional. Not that Geto really knew what being delusional entailed because he personally was not and had never been delusional himself, contrary to what everyone outside of his cult might’ve accused him of. “Did you not say he apparently killed you in whatever delusional acid trip dream you had?”

“It was real, and yes, that’s what I said. He showed me how much he loved me when he killed me.”

“What the fuck are you even saying right now, Satoru.” It wasn’t a question.

Satoru waved him off with the hand not on his face. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. You wouldn’t get it. You’re not on our level. Maybe next year ghost you would get it, since I killed you, which is really the deepest expression of love you can give someone, but current you is still one hundred percent the worst. There’s no way you would understand.”

Geto stared at him, blank faced.

Satoru dropped backwards, plopping down onto the ground with a dramatic groan. “And now I have to wait until June, and do all of that over again. How am I supposed to impress him this time? I can’t just let Japan get destroyed. Not even including the fact that my second favourite sweets café was in Shibuya, I went a whole two months without my premium mikan gummies. Do you know how fucked the grocery stores get when Tokyo has been destroyed by cursed spirits?”

Right. Of course. Geto realised he was in for a less than ideal morning and sat down with his back against the wall. It was probably best just to let Satoru talk himself out and then be about his way. At least he wasn’t trying to punch him anymore. He wished they’d rewind back to the kissing, but Satoru had moved on from that as fast as he moved on from anything.

He was such a pain in the ass.

Satoru hummed dramatically.

Geto continued to stare.

Satoru tilted his head up and arched a pointed eyebrow in his direction.

Geto sighed. “So I’m to understand you let Tokyo get destroyed the first time.” Or whatever. He leaned his head back against the wall, willing sleep to take him again. It wouldn’t as long as Satoru kept talking; he knew this.

“No, I didn’t let it,” Satoru chided. “I got sealed. Which wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t decided to fuck everything up with your Night Parade, by the way, so thanks for that. I figured it’d be fine, but then most of the country was in shambles when I got freed. You’d think the world could survive two weeks without me. Ah, whatever. Not my problem now!” He frowned. “Ugh. Unless it is. Fuck. You know, I was fine with being dead. I was happy with it. This is just bullshit now.”

And then, Satoru propped himself back up on his elbows, staring his way too intense eyes way too intensely into Geto’s. “Hey, Suguru. If you died in the most epic battle of your life, really had a moment with a guy you might be a little in love with,” Geto very nobly did not gag at that, “then woke up, alive, over a year back with none of that having happened and you being alive, too, what would you do?”

Finally. A real fucking conversation. Geto shrugged loosely. “I suppose I’d probably start with—”

“Actually, no, shut up. Why am I asking you? You’re insane. I’m not killing all non-sorcerers.”

Geto’s jaw twitched at the interruption. “Okay, Satoru.” Although…in fairness, yes, that was what he’d been about to suggest. It was still a dick move for Satoru to call him out like that. Then again, Satoru had always been a dick.

“Hey, do you think Sukuna would be impressed if I murdered the higher-ups?”

[medakakurokami]

it's funny how often Persona 5 gets referenced by mainstream journalists comparing other RPG's. I mean, it's not it's frustrating, but it's funny because of just how little impact Persona 5 has had from a design perspective?

Like the impact of Persona 3 and 4 was pretty massive, and JRPG's started transitioning to inclusion of life/dating sim elements en masse by 2013, 3-4 years before Persona 5's success. Persona 5's combat certainly hasn't influenced anything. The story is pretty original I haven't seen anyone try to copy the whole "changing hearts of those in power through psychological dungeon crawling". But funny enough, Falcom's pretty blatant Persona rip-off Tokyo Xanadu launched a year before Persona 5. Tokyo Xanadu features a supernatural world existing parallel to Tokyo and generally each arc of the game involves beating a dungeon in that area and some peoples mental states impacting how that dungeon looks or what it means to the story. Their secret organization trying to stop these Twilight dungeons use special phone apps to do stuff. It's not enough that I'd say Persona 5 is ripping anything off at all, but just that even Persona 5's story ideas were already being ran around in games that were already ripping off Persona 4. We got our latest reviewer comparing Trails into Daybreak into Persona not for any gameplay reason but for saying its cat-themed phantom thief character is clearly inspired by Ann from Persona 5. And like, maybe they don't know Trails has had phantom thief characters since the first entry in 2004. Maybe they don't know about classic Jump manga Cat's Eye which ran in 1981. Maybe they don't know about fucking.... Catwoman from Batman who has been around since 1940. But like if you can count on one hand how many JRPG's you've played and the most recent one is Persona 5, you should definitely play more. I mean Persona 5 is pretty good, but there's a lot more out there that are pretty good too. But uh, if not, just know that the only thing Persona 5 influenced was acid jazz knowledgeability among weebs.

[feyd-meowtha]

Nine ppl I want to know better tag

Thank you very much @weimarweekly for the tag!!

LAST SONG? – Born Slippy by Underworld has been on pretty constantly for the last week or so while I've been writing my fic of the same name (check it out here if you haven't already https://archiveofourown.org/works/58271047/chapters/148392448). I have also been on a bit of a late 2000s recession pop revival so Sexy Bitch by David Guetta was on before that lol, I think 'Your Woman' by White Town might have been on before then? I was also at a reggae bar earlier so whatever they were playing there though I do not recall anything i recognised.

FAVORITE COLOR? – Pink then blue then purple. I do not fuck with warm colours any which way.

CURRENTLY WATCHING? – Big Brother UK season 5 (from 2004, its absolutely incredible TV and makes me miss home so much and if anyone spoils it I'll scream) Durarara season 2 because I was Ikebukuro last week and the Final Destination movies (currently done 3 out of 5)

LAST MOVIE? – no word of a lie.... Dune (1984) in a random cinema in Japan (because they decided to show it four days in a row?) It was incredible, the folding time scene on the big screen in 4k is a religious experience.

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? – Spicy then Vinegary if thats an acceptable answer, ideally very spicy and very acidic, I like food that makes me hurt. Kinky I know.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? – Tragically for the lot of you....taken. 7 years this September and that makes me feel very ooooold. (yes i have made him watch all the dune films (and the sci-fi channel show) several times)

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? – The Our House universe lol. Also the Evangelion Tarot cards that I saw in the Eva shop and I neeeeeeeed, The Summer Hikaru Died, The House of Leaves, thinking about what might have happened to Damien Nettles and finishing all the endings in Fear and Hunger 1 and 2.

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? – Details of a Psytrance Festival happening a couple of weeks from now lol (it's not necessarily my favourite music but it's happening in the mountains outside of Tokyo so I'll fuckin bite haha)

I shall tag @lvsifer @feydfuckernation @hootaran @calamity-cain @trashbag-baby666 @duesternis @swifty-fox @lisanalgaibweakestfedaykin @thebuckys

[eggtartz]

Omg I just came up with this idea😳 Can you do a Tokyo Revengers Y/n but like one that matches Evil, So Y/n becomes a Bonten executive in the future but she's like such a dangerous one, everyone in Bonten is dangerous, but like Y/n took that to a whole another level😨

and so her future daughter time leaps to warn them about this, (You can choose whoever the father is) and so her future daughter is telling Takemichi and all of them: 'Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil most definitely' Her daughter tells them that and then she wants them to stop her from joining the Kanto Manji Gang but she timeleaps into the Toman timeline where the Kanto Manji Gang wasn't found back then and where Mikey still lead Toman.

"Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely"

-(D/n) (Daughter Name)

a/n : i like the way you're thinking anon, rakes my brain a lot <3 thankyou for the request and enjoy!

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summary : "evil, i've come to tell you that she's evil most definitely"

"any last words manjiro?" you asked the tired man who was cornered by his own members that were tied on the chairs. the string that tied the members tightly would pull the gun's trigger if anyone made a movement leaving the bonten's member to no choice.

"at least, keep the child" manjiro sano said exhaustingly before kicking haruchiyo's foot that made him wince, automatically triggering the gun and shot all of them in the same time. blood splattered on your check as you observed your beloved bonten's members corpses on the ground. satisfied, you went to a bathroom and saw kakucho on a stacks of planks with a tub underneath. kakucho was unconscious so you slspped him awake. he shooked his head and tried to stay awake, upon seeing you he struggled againts the bounds on his hands.

"fuck y/n let me go. why are you betraying us like this huh? the child would be enough to be the bonten's legacy, why?" he shouted at you as you poured acid in the tub underneath him and dunked his head in the tub. kakucho's scream was muffled so you pulled his head up and saw his face almost disfigured, the acid holds worse consequences.

"you see kaku, in this world there can be a queen and king. my daughter would be leading the gang and build a new era far more greater than bonten. i need mikey dead. the queen can still live without it's king" you pulled the stacks of the planks and kakucho lost balance and accidentally dropped his head in the acidic water again, burning his face.

he screamed again, his face melting but still alive. "and i will rule japan and everyone in it once you and your members die so good luck kakucho. say greetings at the others for me" you kissed his melted skin where his scar used to be and pulled all the planks stacks and kakucho with no choice of gravity had to dip his head and gasp for air and repeated the same process until he died.

satisfied watching the members die in agony, you came out from the headquarters where you used to live and turned on the kitchen stove. you poured flammable liquids everywhere and the whole place started to burn down. soon, the bonten's headquarters was down in ashes while you looked down at the remaining members of bonten, them already bowing at you titling you as their new leader.

you got into the car where you headed to your secret mansion where you had a daughter with mikey. mikey wanted a domestical life so you married him while you were a kantou manji member however you grew greedy for power as your daughter was born. you knew mikey would make her lead bonten and you didn't want that, you want her to lead something far more bigger, achieve great powers.

so you did what you had to do. kill your beloved lover and his friends.

your daughter knew what you did, you didn't even concealed the blood on your body saying that she must be know the harsh world that she's living in. that night, your daughter couldn't sleep due to the cold acknowledgment of her own mother that killed a group of the most powerful men in the country.

your daughter was almost ten now, so she sneaked out to the park to take fresh air. she loved her mother so much but you have grown too cruel, too evil. she sat on the ground while staring at the moon, begging any power out there to give senses to her mom. anything, even if it cost her life. her very existence.

suddenly it started pouring and your daughter sighed loudly while running back to the mansion, thinking of a reason of why she sneaked out but she accidentally stepped on a pile of mud and slipped. her head knocked on a big rock and her sight started becoming dizzy and everything was swirling. she tried to get up and managed to hold onto the post lamp and walked back home only to find there was no home there. there wasn't even a building nearby.

she ran and ran until she bumped into someone. "dad?!" your daughter screamed, baffled at how you could have arrived here because yuud dad seemed to have blonde streaks unlike the black one he used to had. "who you calling dad kiddo?" a taller person beside your father who had a dragon tattoo asked while towering you.

mikey was munching on his dorayaki and was equally confused. "dad it's me your daughter!"

"mikey kun has a kid?" takemichi asked.

"dad you have to stop here and don't see mom! she'll kill you!"

"whoa there kid, mikey doesn't even talk to girls how can he have kids huh what you traveled time or something?"

"yes i did! my mom's name is y/n! in the future she'll kill you dad! she evil dad, i've come to tell you that she's evil!" now, the trio was baffled and gave each other weird looks too.

"are we talking about y/n under mitsuya or?" draken asked mikey and he nodded. there's only y/n mikey knows and that's you. you were the only girl in the division and it's only normal when most members has a crush on you but going to the point of having kids with you is beyond mikey's understanding. "look kid i don't know if you're talking or not but im telling you i won't even marry your mom i-"

"that's not it dad, you two weren't married in the first place. mom likes sunflowers doesn't she? she entered toman because grandma and grandpa had been cruel to her. she looked for you didn't she?"

it was true everything was true. mikey took you in toman because your parents would beat you up often. he sympathized you. takemichi calculated the odds, the kid is probably saying the truth he thought. "but what do you want me to do? i can't just throw y/n away from toman"

"you don't need to dad. you just need to say no to her and don't be with her, it's for your own sake dad" his daughter held his hand and her knees bucked. suddenly the grip was gone and she came back to the current future. she sighed again, thinking there's one in a million chances that her dad, mikey might've avoided his deadly fate and walked away.

you came back home and the surroundings were oddly different, before it was gloomy and dark but now the walls have wallpapers and paintings on them. she could hear music in the distance and saw you cooking happily in the kitchen. you dropped the ladle you were holding when you saw your daughter drenched "oh dear! what happened? did you went through the rain?" you worriedly asked, your daughter puzzled.

"mom, who's my dad? she titled her head. you bite back your tongue, getting confused at why she's behaving the way she is. "your father is takashi mitsuya honey. how can you forgot about your own father's name? now, stay here and let me dry you up okay"

turns out, mikey did loved you but the words of his future daughter kept ringing in his head so he told mitsuya to marry with you. you two were already dating when mikey was leading kantou manji so he knew, he did the right thing. even though it meant he lost his loved ones. even though it meant he would never get to hold his daughter.

a/n : the torture scenes are taken from the movie i spit on your grave if you're wanting a visual of it. beware it's very graphic!

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Summary: Three months before Sukuna incarnates, Gojo crosses paths with one of the best fucks of his life. He doesn't realize that this is a one-night stand that will have consequences.

Warning[s]: Smut. Lots of nasty smut. Gojo has a one-night stand and is a whore. There's also some mention of recreational drug use.

Three months before Itadori Yuji consumed Sukuna’s Finger and changed the very trajectory of the jujutsu world, Gojo had an incredible and memorable one-night stand.

It hadn’t been intentional at first. He’d gone out with the express purpose of observing people in their natural habitat. As megalomaniacal as it sounded, Gojo was well-aware of the lofty position he occupied in jujutsu society and the world at large. In his free time, he knew and understood the worth, merit, and import of coming back down to earth to be amongst those whom he was born to protect.

In other words: Gojo loved people watching.

Tonight was no different from the others, and he’d consumed enough sugar that he was wired. Gojo enjoyed dancing as much as the next person, and he was unsurprisingly good at it. So of course he found himself at the Shibuya Spot–a warehouse that was clearly in dire need of sprucing up that had been turned into a rave hotspot where Tokyo’s night creatures could gather in the dark, laser-strewn space and dance until they sweat, until the sun came out and they scurried back home while regular people were starting their workday.

The music choice for tonight was deep, throbbing techno. It put Gojo in a mood, watching the lasers and lights paint the crowd, illuminating sweat-slick bodies clad in all manner of futuristic black clothing. The best part of going to these raves that he knew were barely legal was that he did not stand out wearing his sunglasses indoors, clad in all black as he was. It made watching everyone much easier.

The other good thing about these raves was the cursed energy output was lower than most other gatherings of non-sorcerers. His eyes hurt less, and the flow of cursed energy was almost synergistic. Between the music, the crowd, the drugs, and the alcohol, everyone seemed to be on the same wave.

Gojo was perched on a crate near the back of the crowd, just enough out of the way that he could observe in peace. He saw some sikes of cursed energy, likely low-level curse users enjoying a night off, so he paid them no mind. Likely they felt his cursed energy and were willing to behave. He was off the clock if one could consider such a thing. At some point, Gojo slipped through the crowd toward the bar, little more than a booth with a neon sign, and a flushed and busty rave bunny serving drinks. He’d been requesting the sweetest juices they had available, and no one questioned why he didn’t imbibe alcohol, nor did they tease him for it.

Several people offered him substances, including lollipops imbued with cocaine or acid [dealer’s choice]. Gojo considered it before ultimately turning them down politely. His eyesight was trippy enough without the additive of a psychedelic. And cocaine was actually disgusting, despite it having the same stimulating effects as his sugar rushes.

He thanked the bartender for her service, tipping generously before turning to find a new perch to observe the rave from. He’d found another crate and settled when he saw her. He didn’t know why he noticed her so immediately, and looking back he probably should have made the connection. All he knew was that her presence was a singularity on the dance floor, even when he lasers weren’t illuminating her.

She was tall. She towered over most of the people on the floor, and she was wearing a pair of black sunglasses like many of the other attendees. Gojo’s eyes saw her as clear as if she were standing in the sunlight: 6’2” at least, Amazonian in height, and built like a fighter. He saw full feminine curves made harsher by hardened muscle. She threw her head back in private ecstasy, and her braids flew elegantly around her head, her plump lips parted. Her nut brown skin was slick with sweat, and Gojo could make out the path the sweat took along her skin.

Her dancing was exquisite.

She rode the rhythm as if she alone could hear every kick, every 808, every throbbing bassline. Her curves undulated in concert, lending her a more controlled and effortless appearance to her dancing than the wild swaying and thrashing of those around her. Gojo smiled, and finished his drink, heading back to the bar right when the Amazonian warrior left the dance floor, making a beeline for the same bar stand.

As she got closer, Gojo got a better look at her. He was slightly taller than her, and she stopped short, turning her face to look directly at him.

“You in line?” She asked, awarding him a cursory smile. Gojo smirked.

“I am,” he said. “Loved your dancing, by the way.” He learned that the easiest way to put people at ease in these environments was to compliment them in sincerity. She smiled, receiving the compliment with an easy confidence.

“Thanks,” she said. “You dance?”

Gojo shrugged as they moved up in the line.

“I’ve been known to bust a move or two,” he says with a grin. The woman laughs, full-throated and amused.

“Bust a move?” She asked. “What are you, thirty?”

Gojo bristled a little but took it in stride. “I’m 28 if you must know. I’d say I’ve got about two more years before my presence at these events delves into the territory of concern.”

The woman laughed again. “Aw don’t be like that, baby, I was just fuckin’ with you. There’s no age limit on these things. I’m gonna be old and gray and still throwing ass on the dance floor.”

Gojo decided he liked this woman. She gave him the air of someone who was brash, who wasn’t afraid to speak her mind, and gave as good as she got. He ordered another sweet drink, and she ordered a Jack and Coke.

“So,” he said, “what’s your name, if you don’t mind my asking?”

The woman sips her drink like the bartender didn’t “break” her wrist pouring mostly whiskey. Gojo admired people who could handle liquor. He simply was not built for it.

“Sundari,” she said, and he could see her eyes peering at him from behind her large sunglasses. He said her name back to her, watching her lips curve into a pleased smirk at his pronunciation.

“Beautiful name,” he said. “Beautiful woman too.”

Sundari grinned around her small straw.

“Oh I bet you say that to all the girls,” she teased. “What’s your name, stranger?”

Gojo grinned at her. “Gojo. Gojo Satoru.”

Sundari mouthed his name to herself and he took that moment to focus on her beautiful lips, still wet with whiskey and lipgloss.

“Gojo,” she said with a smile, as if she was pleased with how his name felt on her tongue. At least, that’s what Gojo hoped that sexy little smirk meant.

“Want some company on the dance floor?” He asked, reckless and curious about this enigma who moved like a force of nature through the crowd, which parted for her like she owned the floor.

She glanced at him over one shoulder, smirking in clear invitation, and he noted the tattoos, his brow furrowing briefly before he put it out of his mind and joined her on the dance floor.

Sundari and Gojo danced for what felt like hours, and Gojo knew from her body language–her sexy, sexy body language–that she was supremely impressed with his ability to keep up. He got close a few times, and she invited him in, their lips hovering dangerously close before she danced away from him. He quietly laughed. It was like a damned nature documentary and they were doing some sort of mating ritual. She sized him up with open appraisal, and he did the same. They traded no words during their dance, and it became clear to the others on the floor that the two of them were locked in for the evening.

Gojo offered to get them drinks, his hair dripping with sweat, and she obliged him.

“Jack and Coke, right?” He asked and Sunari lowered her sunglasses a fraction and winked at him, giving him her approval of his need to impress her.

“Good boy,” she said with a grin and Gojo felt a flush creep up to his ears. Oh why did she have to say that?

He went to the bar, bought the drinks, and turned to see her dancing again, and one little gnat buzzing around her trying desperately to get her attention. Sundari moved with the grace of a trained warrior–or dancer, he couldn’t be sure–and evaded the clear intrusion of the little gnat’s groping hands as he attempted to hold her hips, which swayed in a serpentine evasion from his grasp.

Gojo was smirking with smug maliciousness when he returned.

“Your drink, baby,” he said in a rich voice, peering at the little gnat as Sundari took her whiskey and slurped it down.

“Thank you,” she said with a smirk as he joined her in dance again.

Gojo couldn’t recall the last time he simply let himself be thoughtless for a while. He focused on Sundari, who seemed unburdened by inner turmoil, and danced for the sheer joy of the movement she could create. And Gojo indulged that energy wholeheartedly, finding a rare moment of joy in the hours spent in that sweaty warehouse.

But dawn was coming, and the last set of the night was winding down. Sundari slurped the dregs of her drink and stepped away from the crowd momentarily.

“Hey,” she said to Gojo. “You wanna get out of here? By the time this is over I’m sure there’s a breakfast joint nearby that’ll serve us.”

Gojo wanted to agree but he would have rather had breakfast at his apartment and…her for a second breakfast.

“I got a better idea,” he said. “How about we go to my place and I whip us up a nice breakfast and we can watch the sunrise over Tokyo. That sound good with you, beautiful?”

Sundari chuckled. “You don’t have to sell me on it, Gojo Satoru,” she drawled. “I had plans to fuck you since I spotted you perched on that crate hours ago.”

That sent a delightful shiver down his spine and most of his blood rushing to cock.

He’d never really been hunted like that before. This was new territory.

Sundari peered at him again, and he thought her eyes had an almost auburn glow to them momentarily but blamed the flashing lights and jittering laser tracing.

“How do you like your coffee?” He asked.

“Black, two sugars,” Sundari said back.

“Waffles or pancakes?”

“Whatever is easiest for you.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“IUD. You wanna see if you can knock it loose?”

Gojo stared at her, then, and for a moment they held one another’s gaze, the tension between them threatening to snap. He would have fucked her right there on the dance floor, but instead he reached out to take her hand, and then he was leading her out of that sweaty warehouse into the cool spring night in the middle of Shibuya. He debated how to get to his place without warping before he got a good look at Sundari in the light.

She took her sunglasses off, and looked at him with a pair of eyes the color of garnet. He noted the scars beneath her eyes, settled on her cheekbones. She was as beautiful in the artificial neon of Shibuya as she had been in the darkness of the warehouse.

“Fuck you really are gorgeous,” he breathed. Sundari chuckled, and he saw the heat warming and flushing her brown skin.

“You’re pretty damn gorgeous yourself, Gojo,” she said.

“Satoru.” He corrected. Sundari’s brow furrowed.

“You sure?” She asked. Gojo grinned.

“That’s what I want to hear you scream when I make you come.”

It was Sundari’s turn to be taken aback, and she held his gaze like she had just heard him say something truly interesting, because he had.

“That so?” She asked, and stepped closer, unafraid of him when she really, really should have been. Gojo thought about how much of a monster he was and how this woman with a face like a petulant queen was not afraid of what kind of stress he wanted to put her pussy through.

“Yeah,” he said as she leaned in close, her lips hovering a hair’s breadth from his. “Yeah,” he breathed before their mouths sealed over one another in their first, mind melting kiss of the night.

Gojo could taste the warmth of the whiskey on her tongue, and she could taste the sugar on his. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek, his long fingers cradling her skull as they kissed. It was at once tender and passionate, and Sundari kissed him as if she was seeking to imprint the signature of the very sun on his mouth. She licked into his mouth, nibbled his lower lip tenderly, and kept her eyes on his as they pulled away. There was nothing shy about her, and Gojo loved that.

Their cab ride was rife with tension, and Gojo rested his hand on her thigh, stroking tenderly, and occasionally he drifted higher to give feather-light touches to the region around her cunt, delighted when she shivered and bit her lip in mischievous pleasure and anticipation, shooting him a knowing look.

When they arrived at his building and took the elevator up to his penthouse, she didn’t seem to feel out of place at all, and Gojo had to resist the urge to just fuck her in the elevator. That didn’t stop them from engaging in some heavy petting, and Gojo took an opportunity to corner her away from the elevator’s camera, slipping his hand beneath the waistband of her leggings to tease her lace-clad cunt, finding it hot and wet already.

Fuck he wanted her bad.

Sundari let him lead her into his penthouse, didn’t even ask for a tour as they skipped awkward pleasantries and got right to kissing one another as if they were lovers who had been parted for too long. Gone was the tenderness of their kiss in Shibuya Crossing, replaced by the feral clacking of teeth, the impatient grunts and growls of two people who wanted nothing but to crash into one another until exhaustion defeated them both.

At each stage of their furious undressing, Gojo put his mouth on whatever flesh he could find: from her neck [he loved kissing her right at the center of her throat, and feeling her voice vibrate beneath his mouth], to the strong slope of her shoulder where the two black concentric rings were tattooed, down her arm where two black bands were tattooed at her wrists, and along her palm and fingertips. He kissed her breasts, sucked lewdly at her nipples until he coaxed a true whine from her throat, silently smug in victory to have stirred her. He kissed the taut, hard planes of her stomach, tongued a wet path around her belly button, before his lips grazed the lace edge of her panties.

Sundari looked down at him, her gaze hot and expectant.

“Don’t stop on my account, Satoru .” Why did she say his name like that? It made his cock twitch.

“Wasn’t planning to,” he said, and felt the difference in them, even as he knelt before her, prepared to do one of the things he did best but could not openly brag about alongside being the strongest sorcerer of the modern age.

He traced the edge of her panties again with his fingertips, chuckling when he saw the tiny muscles in her thighs twitch from the strain and sensation. Then, he hooked his fingers and slid the gusset of her panties aside, revealing her swollen, dripping cunt.

“How long have you been wet for me?” He asked. Sundari parted her thighs a little more, even as she took a deep breath as his fingertips traced her slick lips, purposely avoiding where she wanted him most.

“If I tell you since I saw you would you believe me?” She asked, her voice coming a little breathless as Gojo just barely grazed her clit, making the muscles in her thighs jump.

“I’m flattered,” he replied. “Why didn’t you approach sooner?”

He gathered some of her slick on her fingers, watched a few droplets drip onto the floor as she got wetter from the contact.

“Was too busy dancing, baby,” she said. “You’re having way too much fun down there.”

Gojo grinned up at her, cerulean eyes sparkling.

“I am,” he said, and he parted her cunt with his thumbs, exposing the swollen bud of her clit. Without warning, he leaned in, fastened his mouth around it, and sucked.

Sundari’s head dropped back against the fridge and bit her lip on a whimper. Her effort to try and hide her pleasure only made Gojo more aggressive and he opened his mouth wider to encompass more of her, his tongue delving deep into her cunt, working her until she was dripping down his chin and his jaw started to ache.

Sundari cursed with a sailor’s eloquence, and she reached blindly for anything to hold onto, one hand fixed and threaded in Gojo’s soft white hair as a pair of galactic eyes looked up at her and saw her. The other hand grasped the top of the fridge for dear life, and she worked to move her hips against his working mouth, the lewd, wet squelching and her moans the only sound in the kitchen while dawn spilled into his penthouse, backlighting the entire skyline and painting Sundari’s skin in gold.

Gojo shut his eyes and focused. He sucked and licked, and then his fingers joined the fray, first the middle finger, which slid easily within her, making her cry out in surprise and delight. Then his index finger joined, and he got a feel for her rather intense muscle control. Her lust-slick walls gripped his fingers greedily, pulling them in down to the knuckle and gripping them which made it difficult for him to withdraw.

“Hm?” Gojo hummed around her clit as he opened his eyes to look up at her. He saw her ribcage expand and contract as her moans became a whine in her chest, her breath came out in hard, heavy pants. She was close–he could tell–she was so wet there was slick dripping from his chin, along his neck, and droplets pooling on the floor. She wouldn’t have been the first to spill herself all over his face and his nice floors.

But from the way she tasted, she was definitely becoming one of his favorites.

“ Satoru… !” She hissed his name in a desperate plea and Gojo didn’t let up, and focused his tongue on her clit, sucking and licking until Sundari’s head thumped against the fridge and she let out a long, keening cry, squirting all over his face. Gojo rubbed his face into her pussy, and briefly entertained drowning in it.

He pulled away from her clit with a lewd, wet pop .

“Mmm,” he said, licking his lips as he savored her flavor. “This is some of the best pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

“I’m sure,” Sundari breathed, her tone a tad wry. Gojo placed a tender kiss to the inside of her thighs, and one to her cunt which made her gasp as he gave her clit one last teasing flick before standing.

“Can you walk or do you want me to carry you?” Gojo asked smugly.

Sundari playfully flicked his shoulder, smirking.

“Be a good boy and take me to bed,” she said, and then ran her tongue over her lips. Gojo would have fucked her right there against the fridge but instead he took her hand and led to his bedroom and she smiled when she aw his large bed beneath a large skylight. The sun wasn’t overhead yet but dawn illuminated his soft linen sheets, and she mounted the empty bed on all fours. He liked the way her cunt looked, barely restrained by her panties, which she peeled off slowly as she rolled over, spreading her legs so that he could see her in full.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he said, and slid out of his briefs, his cock springing free, a pearly drop at the tip. Sundari sat back on her hands, but she lifted one to beckon him closer. Gojo went to her, crawling onto the bed, seeking a place between her spread legs.

She lifted one leg and planted a foot on his chest to halt him.

“Ask for permission,” she said quietly. Gojo’s hand came to capture her ankle, and he saw her pupils go wide as she registered his true strength.

“Permission to ruin that pretty pussy?” He asked, turning his head to pepper her ankle and calf with kisses. “I only got one taste, I wanna make sure she remembers me.”

Sundari chuckled, a husky, sensual sound that made his cock twitch and she noted it with a raised brow.

“That’s not how you ask for permission, Satoru,” her voice turned stern, and she pressed the ball of her foot into his chest, prompting him to let go of her ankle, she dragged her foot lower, along his sculpted and toned abdomen. She just barely brushed his cock with her foot and he let out a choked sound.

“Care to try again?” She offered, looking highly amused.

Gojo eyed her pussy, naked and wet, her clit poking from between those velvety folds just begging for him to touch it or suck it or do whatever it took to make her come again.

But the way she was tightening the reins was making his cock throb and he didn’t want to beg her but he couldn’t move without her permission.

“Please…” the word was so quiet the vented air could have stolen it away. Sundari brushed his cocked with her foot again.

“Please, what, Satoru? Use that talented tongue and ask me for what you want.”

Gojo knew he could end this power exchange physically, but something about the cool, unassailable confidence with which she made her demands compelled him to submit.

“Please let me fuck that pretty pussy, Sundari,” he said, at once ashamed and privately in relish of the whine in his voice. “Been wanting to fill you up since I saw you. Please let me fuck you. Let me fuck you until the sun goes down again.”

Sundari chuckled.

“I like you begging, Satoru,” she said. “I like when you have manners. You’re so poetic. I bet that tongue of yours flusters all the girls you bring here.”

She stroked his cock with her foot again. Gojo liked that her toes were so well-cared for, painted a glossy but vibrant blush color. She took her foot away and he heard a small sound escape his throat that sounded suspiciously like disappointment .

“Come here, Satoru,” she murmured, her voice like warm honey, rich velvet, and smoke all at once. Satoru crawled between her legs, and in one swift movement she flipped them over. It shocked him so much he almost activated his technique, his fighter’s instincts momentarily brought to the fore.

But Sundari had other plans.

She straddled him and immediately trapped his throbbing cock beneath her cunt. She slid her soaking sex along his shaft, coating it and Gojo moaned, letting out a soft reverent swear.

“Fuck, you’re k-killing me baby,” he breathed. “Let me in, already. You’re so wet and I need to be inside you.”

“Patience,” Sundari said, and wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking a few times before positioning the head at her entrance. She rubbed the head along her dripping slit until Gojo’s eyes widened and he was panting. And when she saw him at the edge of crazy, she suddenly sank down onto him. Gojo let out a sound that could only be described as somewhere between a moan and a howl.

“Fuuucckkkk, that pussy feels so fucking good, baby,” he groaned as Sundari fully seated on his cock. He watched her pussy stretch around him, licked his lips as he moved his hips, seeking the friction of her slick, wet walls.

Sundari shifted again, quick and confident, rising into a squat, further tightening her cunt around his dick, making him hiss.

“Oh fuck,” Gojo breathed, and he only had a moment to prepare as Sundari flashed a grin that would haunt his dreams.

And then she began to move.

Gojo had been ridden before. Countless men and women came and went in his life. He’d seen some Herculean effort by his partners to not only take his cock, which was prodigious in size, but to handle his stamina, which he knew was superhuman. He rarely got anyone willing to ride him like this because of the latter reason, and less because of the former.

You can take it , he’d always say when one of his partners would start whining and fretting about him being too big as if they hadn’t gotten a free sample before he ever invited them to cross his threshold.

Sundari was not one of these partners.

Not only did she take him and take him with consummate skill, she claimed him. Her body was strong–nearly a match for him–and she bounced on his cock like it was her personal fucktoy and Gojo could not have been happier to be reduced to such an illicit thing. She rode him with vigor and skill, bracing herself as he gripped her ass, squeezing as she came down and his hips came up.

The impact made Sundari groan, and soon the room was filled with the rapid sounds of moist skin slapping against moist skin, lewd moans, and lurid calls of Sundari’s name throughout Gojo’s sun-drenched penthouse.

Sundari grinned all the while, brown skin slick with sweat, garnet eyes wild with pleasure and power alike. Gojo had never felt so goddamn good in his life. This woman wanted to own him and wasn’t afraid of him. She didn’t run from his dick, and instead she swore at him, bucking like she breaking him in, a stubborn stallion.

And Gojo made her work for every stroke, fighting for dear life not to come too soon if only to savor this prime pussy he’d been so lucky to experience. Fuck she felt so good, she smelled so good, and the way she looked fucking herself on his cock was probably going to be front and center of his wank bank for the next several weeks.

“You close, baby?” She asked, and laughed when Gojo grunted against the onslaught of what he came to understand were deliberate contractions and release of her walls while she rode him. Her muscle control made him want to weep.

He almost did weep. He definitely drooled a little.

“Sundari…” His voice sounded foreign to his ears, a desperate whine of her name. “I’m so goddamn close. I wanna fill this fuckin– ngh –fill this pussy up so bad.”

Sundari switched and shifted again, coming down to her knees to shift the angle of his cock in a way that stroked her most tender and sensitive regions. Gojo moaned at the new change, his hands went to her hips to grasp them and spread her cheeks apart so that she could take as much of his cock as he could give her. That was to say: all of it. And she took it.

“You like this pussy, baby?” She asked. “Wanna fill this pussy with your come?”

“Yes yesyes …!” Gojo moaned in agreement. And he dug his fingertips into her hips hard enough to leave his prints on her marrow as he felt his orgasm creeping up on him, making his balls tingle and his lower back build in pressure.

“Not yet…” Sundari panted. “Be a good boy and make me come again, Satoru. Are you a good boy?”

“Yes!” Gojo cried. Fuck. How had she turned the tables like this? He reached forward, found her clit and stroked it with his thumb. He felt good when she answered him with a keening wail that spiraled up to the skylight above them.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, reclaiming the power in their exchange. “That’s it…come for me, baby. Come all over my dick. Love this pretty pussy.”

He really did.

And Sundari did come for him, and after he’d flipped them over, pinned her legs over his shoulders, and pounded into her until he was sure there was and imprint of them in his mattress. And he came hard, emptying his balls into her until they felt it leaking out and pooling beneath her. Gojo gave a few more ragged thrusts, fucking his seed back into her, and sighed. Both of them lay there, sweaty and panting for breath before Gojo finally released her legs and slowly pulled out of her with a wet, slick sound that made them both groan and shudder.

“Fuck, that was…” Gojo breathed.

“Incredible.” Sundari said, her voice softer now that she was sated. Gojo grinned. He could not disagree. He climbed out of bed and padded into the bathroom, emerging after a few moments with a warm towel. He wiped Sundari down, careful and tender, kissing the places where he’d bit and sucked marks into her warm, brown skin.

Sundari kissed him too, nibbling at his sleek jawline, and kissed his pulse, which raced a little more under her touch.

“This was wonderful, Satoru, thank you,” she murmured. Gojo grinned.

“I aim to please,” he said and she laughed as they kissed again, tender and indulgent, saturated with the post-coital glow and easiness of two people who had seen each other’s most intimate parts.

They slid beneath the sheets and duvet, and tangled in one another’s arms, legs wrapped around one another. For a while they lay like that, and Gojo smiled at her as she dozed off. As she slept, Gojo watched her, his expression pensive, cerulean eyes hard and calculating.

He’d seen the tattoos on her back, the familiar script that ran the length of her spine. He could detect no cursed energy from it and so he wondered if it was mere coincidence.

Gojo did not believe in coincidences when it came to jujutsu. Still, he learned that caution was a better preparation than wild accusations and unfounded suspicion.

He activated his technique, just in case.

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[matchamabs]

ok ok ill do this tag thing bc its fun and ive not done one in forever: 9 people u wanna know better

also hello @marvosa-yroz its been a long old time!! how are u

1: Three Ships

hrrng. like. maybe. ok im actually having 2 check my ao3 to see what the fuck i even like lmao. i havent done ship stuff recently !

A. Revali/Mipha that was the most recent ship stuff i did for a while

B. Tokoyami/Bakugou for the nostalgia

C. Terumi Mei/Yagura for the niche crowd

2: First Ever Ship

oh god it mustve been like. Pie/Midorikawa Lettuce from Tokyo Mew Mew?? back when i first started watching anime and back when u could watch 4 parts of an episode on youtube in 280p with no ads. lmao

3: Last Song

Akatsuki Records "Let's Ghost". banger mate

4: Last Film

uhhhhh it might've been Lactopalypse. if you havent seen Lactopalypse, (or Vanamehe Film) uh. go buy a copy from estonia immediately. right now. give them your fucking money. go watch a trailer on youtube its good and its STOP MOTION so. extra love.

5: Currently Reading

like. jane eyre im halfway thru. and wuthering heights! turns out that book is just about everyone and their cat having bipolar disorder

6: Currently Watching

rewatching archer for the billionth time. i got bought a rainbow high doll by my best mate and im really considering watching the series on netflix. is it good? is it like. remotely bearable?

7: Currently Consuming

ok thorntons do these like. seasonal gingerbread millionaire shortbread bites that are only 8 in a pack bc theyre dickheads but fuck me theyre reallllllly good

8: Currently Craving

LEBKUCHENNNNN i want some :(((

ok now i get 2 be a dick and tag people at my whim!! who do i love. who do i wanna know more abt. lets go with @frosty-tian @ohshy @101flavoursofweird @sukipershipper @theghostwthemost @lazypastry @pulpa-de-gorila uhh suddenly ive forgotten everyone i ever know. ok @the-acid-pear ive followed u for like. ever. ur time to shine. and. @kirayoshikage bc i hate u <3 anyway. do it. dont do it. do whatever u want kids ✨✨

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[1]

*appreciative gay sounds*

Ooooooh!

See now this fucks. 

It’s a bit of a treat to get a cover like this that’s so BEAUTIFUL and DELICATE and actually include characters not directly involved in the plot anymore. It’s like BONUS ART: Fai and Kamui in a tender and deadly gothic vampire embrace for no particular reason :D 

And we LOVE to see it!

I love the fragile looking archway behind them. It looks very Art Nouveau (I say, guessing. Please correct me) and the pose between Fai and Kamui could EASILY be on a romance novel. And in fact it SHOULD be!

We get some stunning visual contrasts, like the dark sweep of Kamui’s cape looking demonic in nature, like bat wings - which, like, vampire - but the thin white arch behind him ALSO spreads out behind him like it could be wings. Or even better, it forms more of a halo - a complete circle above his head in thin white lines. The contrast in the angelic and the demonic really speak to his role in the narrative a couple of times over; he protected Acid Tokyo but purely out of self interest; he's a dick to everyone, which is frowned upon, but he does it to protect Subaru, which is understandable; he killed Syaoran but he saved Fai; even the act of saving Fai was technically a bad thing, turning him into a vampire, but it was the only way he would stay alive, which was what we wanted! 

That contrast continues into Fai’s pose here as well. He’s within the circle of Kamui’s arms, which is traditionally a place of affection or protection, but here it’s almost predatory with Fai as the prey. There's a clear indication of danger laced throughout every inch of it. Kamui’s nails stretch out in front of Fai in a way that COULD be protective, but also form a cage he will never be able to escape from, and the nail of his index finger trails SO CLOSE to Fai’s throat it could kill him with a slight twitch. The nails of his left hand also trail across the wing of his coat, becoming the traditional veins that you would see in bat wings and completing the metaphor of the monstrous. Fai, too, plays with this dichotomy - his head is tilted upwards towards Kamui, neck exposed, in a pose natural for a lover, or for someone giving access to their neck, like the vampire’s victim he is. The clear shadow across his neck (The ONLY shadow in the cover) shows just how close he is to harm, indicates the exact danger this pose puts him in, and yet we can also see him clutching at Kamui’s arm - not hard but gently, coaxing, guiding. Then again the closer I look I think the line of Kamui’s arm is actually a little bit further to the left, which might indicate that Fai is actually holding his waist, which is even more intimate again. 

All in all it’s FANTASTIC, it’s GORGEOUS, I want this as a gothic creepy tapestry I hang in a castle somewhere while lightning strikes somewhere in the distance.

Oh and the splash text, where is that.

The flowing blood whispered

even if you'll defy your own destiny

protect that person --

Which slams home the theme on BOTH of these two - how much of their own intended fate they sacrifice for the people they choose to devote themselves to. But, when combined with the art, just how much this devotion and protection can actually add it's own inherent form of danger, even if they aren't aware. Kamui's protectiveness of Subaru is HARDLY balanced after all, and Fai's devotion to Sakura leads his curse to killing her. Then again, you could easily say the same thing for Sakura, who chose to put herself INTO that danger DELIBERATELY to save the people she cared for.

And so the complicated feelings and consequences that come from "protecting" someone continue to swirl around in the moral grey.

[erischeatsdeath]

bullet train moments i 🫶 adore part 3

[part 1/2]

-the white death saying, "i will look into your eyes as i kill you. and your brother," and shocking tangerine into silence even after his vulgar "your son and your money" speech. tangerine just mournfullly muttering, "my brother.." the childhood flashback?? what if i cried.

-"it's my bad luck-- it's bad luck on acid."

-the white death playing russian roulette. shigeru staring into the barrel of the gun knowing he's lost.

"what's your plan, mate? you gonna fucking waltz up in here and blow my brains out in front of this whole fucking carriage of-- witnesses!" and then turning around to find the whole train empty 💀

-ladybug CONSTANTLY shit-talking carver. "carver? you picked me second to carver? man, what an ego! calling in sick, what is this, high school? 😡 talk about a candidate for self improvement 🙄" "fuck this job! fuck carver!" "if you meet a guy named carver, he's a dick... tell him i said so."

-THE KIMURA NURSE ASSASSIN

-ladybug flushing the boomslang down the toilet with his jacket.

-lemon pointing the gun at prince and complimenting her acting skills 😭

-TANGERINE JUMPING ON THE TRAIN AND BREAKING THE WINDSHIELD. literally iconic.

-maria calming ladybug down after the hornet incident!! >>>

-"tell tangerine that.. tell tangerine.. tangerine.. he's got-- tangerine."

-the dramatic ass howling sound effect when ladybug says, "so the wolf was here to kill the hornet.."

-the little quirk in prince's eyebrows when she tells lemon, "just lucky, i guess"

-tangerine's disheveled, pissed off walk (channing tatum saying "god, he's got a great walk")

-"everyone.. loves lemons--" [fucking passes out]

-shigeru saying some serious shit into his phone thinking yuichi still has it only for ladybug to go "i think yuichi dropped his phone on the bullet train--" and tell him him about tangerine's find my phone app. then hanging up on him.

-"DON'T-- CALL ME-- BRO!!" being the last words of the scariest most dangerous crime boss in the world 😭

-ladybug stealing the wolf's knife and using it to save lemon <33

-"oh, the cat's out the bag now, innit?" [...] "you know, i don't know a thing or two about being a parent, but you know what i would do? being that it's your son, and your money, i'd stop crying about your dead wife, get off your fucking lazy arse, and finish the job yourself. but now that we're having a little heart-to-heart, i've got a couple things to tell ya! your sons a complete bellend and he fucking deserves to be bleeding out of his eye sockets. and as for your case, i have seen it since tokyo, and i hope someone's found it, put it all on red, and is having a fucking wonderful time!" "i will meet you at kyoto station." "oh, how fucking wonderful, i can't wait!

-THE PART WHERE LADYBUG GETS BIT BY THE BOOMSLANG. LADYBUG FLAILING AROUND SCREAMING?? shigeru blankly watching and prince going, "... was that a snake?"

-the shot of shigeru at the station waiting for the train. he's so badass actually.

-everyone saying cool one-liners before/after kills (or attempts) and ladybug just saying dumb shit like "let this be a lesson on the toxicity of anger.." and a defeated, confounded "karma's a bitch--!"

-shigeru stopping when he hears the prince say "be honest" and remembering the voice on the phone. him sitting down next to them and ladybug being so confused and so exhausted.

-THE FUCKING WATER BOTTLE

-"we're on the wrong track!" and everyone-- ladybug, lemon, the white death's men etc.-- bracing as the trains collide. the whole sequence when the train is half-destroyed.

-i love the soundtrack, actually. just though i'd mention it.

-prince frantically running by ladybug going, "i'll fucking kill him myself!" and ladybug's "??"

[raid3r-r4bbit]

@fuzzydreamin thanks for the lol. ive been a little busy with life so sorry for the late response.

Favorite Color:

Green. Like Blindingly Neon almost yellow bile/acid toxic hazmat pukey green. Also black. I'm also a fan of earthy tones, warm greys and browns, rusty orangey reds, and i also unironically love that "some smoker lived here for 5+ years but i swear the walls are white" sepia color.

Last song:

Either Childish Flamingo or 1x1. I've been hopping in between really screamy and just goofy shit atm because i cant focus with anything else. 🤷 But (I also jsut got a new BMTH hoodie) BMTH's post human album has been feeding me. It's a really good (visual? no.) example of that like just angry and over it nihilist feeling and I just *MUNCH CRUNCH AAAA* like i feel like it could be just the tiniest bit angrier and louder but i think that's my headphones.

as for childish flamingo, its like that miseryxcpr thing imo. It's goofy and funny and it slaps. and it's so catchy. it's like right on the edge of aha funny and fuck you street and i love it. i hope any of that makes sense im sorry lol.

Last movie:

the Demon Slayer movie. I skipped all the way to the end to see the fight between Akaza and Rengoku because they're two of my favs ( in order from that show: Uzui (my mom calls yuzu (my cat) Uzui and its adorable) Akaza and Rengoku. I Found out the english dub is out (im way behind) and just needed to hear their english voice acting. all of it is amazing and Akaza's lil gigles during the fight make me incredibly happy. Guys who laugh/giggle mid combat? Ugh >\\x//<

Currently Watching:

Demon Slayer, Chainsaw man, Tokyo ghoul (im rewatching a bunch of animes) Steven universe. (i love all of these and full recommend them. I literally just yesterday(or the day before idk time is a blur) got a new funko pop, it's the half-kakuja kaneki and i love it.)

Other stuff i've watched this year:

Spy x Family, the Junji ito Collection, Yamishibai (if you like picture style art and horror this is great, its somewhat junji ito like, but shorter stories and ngl the zanbai ep scared me a bit) psychpass (some reccomended this to me cause im (obviously) a fan of darker more gruesome shows, and it is very dystopian, love the art work, but i just dont get it.) Given (if you havent watched this show please watch it its amazing) Yuri on ice, Banana Fish (also another fave)

(I work from home, and pretty much exist at my computer, and need to keep on music or tv to keep the bad thoughts out, so i have a lot of time and opportunity to watch stuff ok)

Shows I dropped this week:

Psycho pass. again, i just couldnt get into it. I know a lot of people seem to really like and it full seems like a show that would be up my alley. that first ep was kind of a lot though. I'm not ashamed to admit i love shows that are unafraid to show nudity and violence but the two together (ifykyk) make me uncomfortable. If this case had been a little further in the show i think it would have been fine, but it's litterally the first like ten minutes of the show. I also tried watching this a few week ago while at wasteland but we were pretty much just out the door.

Devil May Cry. I still love the games and the characters, and i remember loving the anime as a kid but its just... so different from the games lmao.

Currently Reading:

random internet stuff, fics and shit. I feel bad because i used to go to the library all the time but at the same time, i dont really have the room to store a whole bunch of books and despite being super dyslexic, i read insanely fast, so renting/buying books isnt worth it to me. (i've read entire full length series in the span of a day or two, while doing other stuff. I need longer, more conveniently packaged novels and that typically comes in the form of fanfiction. )

tagging: @snowmutant @ivanpahdrylakeracer @glaochormfitheach(idk if ur cool tagging you in this kinda stuff, if not just lmk i though it'd be fun :D) @the-soup-witch(im dragging you into tumblr culture whether you like it or not, welcome to tagging games)

[drippingheart]

PATHETIC. Weak, weak, everyone is dead because of me. When lashes marred with tears and dirt pried apart with difficulty, it was the face of Ieri Shōko which first filled with vision, and somehow that was more painful than if he was greeted with the path to the afterlife. The overwhelming ache in his heart had notified Getō Suguru that he was alive even before he reached consciousness, and having not heard the assassin's final words, he had hoped his circumstances would have been different. Why should I live when an innocent child and my best friend are dead.

There was a tension aging Shōko's face beyond her teenage years . . a pain which only worsened when the gazes of their eyes connected. Suguru had to dig his blunt fingernails into his palm to prevent eyes from unleashing a torrential rain of agony. She said it all without saying anything. He pushed forward with a body free of physical wounds yet heavily burdened with that of the soul, ignored his friend's shouts, and rushed out of the Tombs of the Star. The long trek outside the massive underground facility only punished his wounded heart further. SATORU, SATORU. He needed to see Satoru.

Don't look — yet he looked, only to find a puddle of blood and brain matter where Riko Amanai's body had once been. Blood burst from his bottom lip with the force in which teeth abused the meat' every and all tactic was employed to prevent the eruption of tears. He was shaking with tremendous loss and rage on the lift ride back to the surface of the school. Holding back his sorrow only made him feel worse, and his back was bowed over by the time the sun hit his face. Suguru was shaking and breathing so harshly consciousness was once again threatening to slip between his fingers. Just a little more.

A little more and then what? What would happen if Suguru actually saw his best friend's dead body. The thought petrified him, suddenly ceasing the quivering of body as though he had been doused in icy waters. It was so bright outside, and the sun's brilliance only served to make the scene of decimated ground and blood splatter all the more horrific. It was bound to happen. They were child soldiers trained to fight to the death; premature death was the only fate which awaited sorcerers. Yet . . yet . . he needed more time . . wanted more time. Suguru had experienced an all too long shitty life until he joined Tokyo's Jujutsu Technical school.

It wasn't fucking fair! He wanted more ridiculous sleep overs, competitive training sessions, dango fueled arcade trips — he needed more Gojō Satoru @limitlessscion in his life. When he finally saw the mess of carnage that became his greatest friend in his entire life, acidic stomach contents threatened to spill out of his body while his knees completely gave out. Warm air temperature made the pool of crimson so grotesquely sticky. Flesh flies and carrion beetles already began gathering, hungry for the taste of decay, and Suguru angrily summoned his weakest curses to deter the fiends. How dare they touch his blood, touch his body!

── ❛ Satoru . . ❜

Knees slipped against the massive amount of coagulating blood as hands reached for his friend's corpse with heart-wrenching desperation. Tremulous hands ghosted over Satoru's torso to his shoulders, where he then gathered the still warm body into his arms and onto his lap. The smell of death was absolutely horrible, yet not as horrid as his guilt. At the very least, Suguru could have protected Riko Amanai, could have killed the shameless assassin . . but he failed. PATHETIC. Onyx hair fell out of its bun and covered both of their faces like a mourning veil. Suguru held him close, so very close. What a worthless friend; incapable of avenging his friend's untimely death.

── ❛ I'm sorry. I'M SORRY. ❜

. . . and then he felt it — a pulse.