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WHAT DO U THINK ABT ECLIPSE BEING A SOFTIE TO JAKE AND ANDREW IN THE NEW EAPS EP??
IâM SCREAMING AND CRYING.
I JUST WATCHED IT / AM LITERALLY WATCHING AS I TYPE THIS. || ALL LOVE / NO HATE
I ALWAYS KNEW ECLIPSE WOULD BE A GOOD DAD. I ALWAYS FUCKING KNEW. MY OWN WRITING AND AUâS FORETOLD THIS. ECLIPSE IS SO FUCKING SWEET OH MY GOD.
IâVE COME TO A REALIZATION. ECLIPSE IS GOING THROUGH A METAPHORICAL SERIES OF TRIALS THAT IMPROVES HIMSELF AND THE LIVES OF OTHERS. AND ALL OF THEM DIRECTLY REFLECT HIMSELF AND HIS TRAUMA.
Level One Exposure Therapy.
He had to get Sun and Moon to stop fighting each other so theyâd learn to share the body without having to split or suppress. It was successful, now they can switch in and out at will and are willingly giving each other their turns. Theyâre even learning more about themselves such as âhibernationâ, or more accurately, dormancy.
Sun and Moon was the whole reason any Eclipseâs existed. Their willingness to work with each other and themselves dictate what will happen when an Eclipse is created. Because of the natural hatred and fear between the two, a negative Eclipse is always created. But, it seems, we are creating a Ruin. A Ruin would be FAR, FAR GREATER than an Eclipse. Itâd be likeâŠgaining a younger brother. Metaphorically.
Level Two Exposure Therapy
Andrew, the dead ghost child. The haunting one, to be specific. Heâs like a little miniature version of Eclipse, being a little selfish prick that demands things while making fun of Eclipse as he does. Creating a body for him will allow him to finally interact with others, to gain real relationships and learn to live as the undead,
Level Three Exposure Therapy
Facing the two Andrewâs is like facing his literal inner child, if he had one. In realityâs case, itâd be called V0/V1 Eclipse. The Andrew stuck with Jake is just suffering as he once did and is developing that same anger and hate that Eclipse once had, and is trying to stop it before Jake becomes a monster as he would in the other universes.
On top of that, Jake didnât deserve to die. Eclipse understood that far more than he realizes. Now, heâs trying to break the laws of life and death to give Jake AND ANDREW another chance to be happy.
He knows itâs possible to give them both a moderate and healthy control, because he did this once beforeâ with Sun and Moon.
ALSO THE CONVERSATIONS GOING ON BETWEEN ECLIPSE AND MONTY?! CAN WE DISCUSS THIS?!
âThe Eclipse I knew never wouldâve stepped in, if anything, he probably wouldâve probably egged me on to smack his head off. So whatâs happening with you, then? Making you change and all thisâŠwell, malarky?â
âI justâŠdidnât want you to hurt âem.â
âThatâs it?â
âI could ask you the same thing, Gator. With you and EarthâŠâ
(1.) MONTY TAKING NOTICE OF ECLIPSEâS CHANGE, THEN MENTIONING IT BACK TO HIM AS THEY COMPARE EACH OTHER AND THEIR ISSUES.
(2.) MONTY ASKING WHATâS GOING ON, AND FOR /ONCE/, ECLIPSE /EXPLAINS/ WHATS GOING ON AND /DOESNâT GET SHIT ON/,HE /DOESNâT/ GET YELLED AT, AND HE /DOESNâT/ GET INTERRUPTED?! AND THEN MONTY /BUILDS/ ON HIS ANSWER TO SHOW THAT HE LISTENED?!?!?! One of the biggest issues with Eclipseâs interactions is that everytime someone asks âwhy are you doing thisâ or âwhat is actually wrong with you, explain itâ, Eclipse TRIES to, and then they SHUT HIM DOWN, PUT WORDS IN HIS MOUTH, AND THEN CALL HIM USELESS AND GIVES HIM ANOTHER REASON TO INVEST IN CEMENT BOOTS AT THE LOCAL LAKE. LIKE WHAAAT!!!!!
(3.) ECLIPSE SHOWING EMPATHY, COMPASSION, AND WORRY FOR STITCHWRAITH. TRAITS WE HAVE /NEVER/ SEEN BEFORE IN THIS MAN!
(4.) MONTY KNOWS ECLIPSE IS HIDING MORE. /I/ KNOW HEâS HIDING MORE. HEâS IN FUCKING DENIAL!!!! IâM IN FUCKING DENIAL!! ECLIPSE AND ME HAVE NEVER STOPPED SHARING BRAINCELLS FOR 2 SECONDS OVER THE COURSE OF 2 YEARS OH MY GOD.
(5.) ECLIPSE,POKING AT THEIR RELATIONSHIP. MENTIONING EARTH. OH MY LORD-ECLIPSE. HOLY BALLS. I love it when Eclipse just MENTIONS Earth and my 32 braincells goes wild in the stadiums watching through my eyes that are watching the screen.
I can unpack SO MANY THINGS FROM JUST ONE QUOTE ITS DRIVING ME INSANE!
No, because when I heard this, I sat up. I fixed my posture. I looked ahead. I was at attention. I was READY. I GAINED CONSCIOUSNESS DUDE.
#sun and moon show#fnaf security breach#tsams#fnaf dca#fnaf daycare attendant#five nights at freddy's security breach#eclipse tsams#the security breach show#tsams eclipse#tsams confession#tsams rant#tsams ramble#tsams dissection#teaps#teaps rant#teaps ramble#teaps eclipse#eclipse teaps#monty tsams#tsams monty#the eclipse and puppet show#rant#ramble#dissecting lore
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Itâs been a while but hello! âš I have been so busy working two jobs but I have been doing well, just tired, hope youâve been doing well Moss <3 I absolutely loved what you wrote for reader playing Stardew valley with Sky <333 absolutely worth the wait, I need me a Sky irl so badly itâs not even funny ïżœïżœ throwing hands with Nintendo for making a fictional man so fine and lovable </3
But also, YOU PLAY ELDEN RING????? IâVE BEEN PLAYING IT SO MUCH RECENTLY WHEN I HAVE FREE TIME, ITS SO PRETTY <33 restarted cause I couldnât remember how to play and I wanted to do a new build, rip my level 90+ and 50+ hours Samurai Tarnished </3
But on that same note, TARNISHED MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED, I MUST GIVE YOUR BOY SMOOCHES <333333 !!! I beg for a crumb of more lore for him please đ He deserves kissies, and cuddles, and being spoiled and treated with so much love and affection <33 IS HE TAKING MAIDENS CAUSE I VOLUNTEER <3333
~ đanon
I'm glad that you've been doing well clover!!! Working two jobs is draining as all hell so I hope you've been able to find time for yourself outside of it <3 That sky fic was really nice to write too, even if it was a bit shorter than I planned for it to be. He's just such a sweetheart and Nintendo really be hurting us all for having him only be fictional ;-;
ALSO YOU'RE RIGHT ELDEN RING IS SO PRETTY???? whenever I talk about tarnished I'm probably going to be posting some screenshots too cause just??? I don't blame you for restarting though, when you haven't played for a while it's nicer to restart than try to figure out where the hell you left off last time
(The siofra river is so pretty stg AND THE AREA IS COMPLETELY OPTIONAL????)
As for lore - I've been fleshing out his background a bit but I'm still uncertain on a few things For certain I think It would be interesting for him to be a member of the church of dragon communion, since dragons are more worshipped by the rest of the chain and then you just have this fucker/aff who eats their hearts to gain abilities a friend of mine also suggested that he could have a second nickname of elden, in tune with the boys tending to have two nicknames or more (like wars/captain or wind/sailor) it would also match how the nicknames seem to be given!! one is what they quested for and the other is something they 'are'
as for him taking maidens? :3 I've been wanting to write a bit for him I won't lie, cause I've had the idea of him possibly being self aware too
It's been a while since I've even touched my playstation, but with my switch all but turning into a brick the last time I tried to play anything but a zelda game. Well there's no reason not to try play on something else. "Shame... booking a repair slot is a headache that I'd rather not have to deal with." That can wait though, till I have the energy to do it that is. In the meantime I've got other games that I've been neglecting. When is the last time that I played elden ring actually? It's gotta have been at least a year, I remember setting up a link look alike character before totk came out but... Oh wow that would have been the last time I played wouldn't it? I don't think I even got far, so maybe picking that save back up won't be to much of an issue. ... I could have sworn it wasn't possible to have your character so close to the screen. "You - You came back?"
#I have gotten this man killed so many times its not even funny ;-;#plus 5+ hours of play and I have defeated a single boss :((#better at elden ring than bloodborn though lmao#(I was got set on a tangent writing this on the train lol)#lotta fun#anyway he's my silly boy#going to give him issues with his own existence <3#imagine being made in the image of someone else lmao#linked universe x reader#yandere linked universe x reader#link x reader#yandere linked universe#linked universe#yandere link#mossâŠanswers#self aware au#đ anon
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So i remember an ask mentioning your mortal enemy, Felis Atra and their cats, and i thought it'd be fun to draw what Felis Atra's version of your italian dogs would be.
I think they would be called Butter Knife and Flamengo! Butter Knife is not his real name, it's an nickname given by his peers because of how harmless he is. I choose Flamengo because that's the name of Vasco's rival football team here in Brazil, so i thought that was the perfect name :)
Cat Machete was slightly inspired by the Oriental Shorthair cat because of their long noses and thin head shape.
Cat Vasco was inspired by the Scottish Fold cat, because FLOPPY EARS. I gave Flamengo longer ears and orange fur to make him more like his look-alike.
The last doodle is a reference to this ask (https://canisalbus.tumblr.com/post/728923918314946560/me-i-am-machete-ear-fan-number-1-those-ears) and contains the tumblr ask stand-in dog, whose cat version was inspired by the American Curl cat! They have round ears that are slightly floppy outwards.
Final notes: I know cardinal clothes don't come in vibrant blue, but i was ADAMANT on switching Machete's and Vasco's clothing color patterns. I would draw the rest of Butter Knife's and Flamengo's clothes, but i suck at designing cool outfits.
Speaking of outfits, for Machete's iconic void outfit, i figured it would be fun to make it more baggy for Butter Knife, in contrast to Machete's, that looks very tight-fitted. I think it's cute, it kinda looks like a sweater. Also i can't imagine a Machete doppelganger without high heels boots, so those HAD to stay.
Oh, and just to be clear, i'm not like, claiming ownership of these guys or anything. I just thought it would be a fun exercise. Hope you like them!! I love your art and your characters.
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#imagine if Vaschete but CATS and REVERSED -> Butter knife ;_; and Flamengo <3#this ask is from last year and I'm sorry I've allowed it sit in my inbox for so long ÂŽm`#but I've been thinking about it intermittedly#the context was that someone said that somewhere out there existed my mortal enemy (felis atra = black/dark cat)#and they had frenzied cat ocs instead of melancholic dogs#first of all they both look so darling I'm getting radiation poisoning just from looking at them aaaaaa#and the fact you put so much thought and effort into this concept is making me go absolutely rabid#extremely strange seeing Machete with big pupils and Vasco with tiny pinpoints#Butter knife purring like a fluffy jackhammer is instant serotonin I love him#and yes if you turned Machete to a cat he'd probably be something resembling an oriental shorthair#especially one of those really exaggerated ones with giant bat ears and roman nose#and I keep visualizing Vasco as a scottish fold as well but it's kind of giving me sad bad feels personally#I can't look past their painful and debilitating health issues#the same mutation that causes the floppy ears also destroys the cartilage in their joints#it's such a shame because they're a terribly cute and charming breed#and in this case they really do have those similar rounded friendly shapes that Vasco does#if I ever draw them as cats myself I'll probably have to think of some other breed for him even though it would be such a perfect fit#also I think it's funny how you can swap everything else but Machete's heels have to stay :'> don't separate the crinkle and his boots#thank you so much! this was such a cool ask to receive I love how you designed their cat forms#gift art#dingergum#Machete#Vasco#own characters#Vaschete scenarios
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my mom hates the house, hates the neighborhood (can't walk to anything/have to get in the car for everything), can't find stuff she packed, doesn't have good places to put her stuff, her big desk doesn't fit in the "office alcove", the cat is days away from being put down and so he's clingy and sad...
MA'AM. YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WAS DESPERATE TO MOVE. BUYING THIS HOUSE HAS BEEN IN THE WORKS SINCE JULY OF THIS YEAR. "MOVING" AS A CONCEPT HAS BEEN THE SUBTITLE OF MY LIFE FOR THE PAST 5 YEARS. YOU DO NOT GET TO BE A PISSY TODDLER NOW. THIS IS LITERALLY ALL YOUR DOING.
#the secret world of merry mac#and she keeps yelling at Arthur to leave her alone but he's fucking dying. he barely eats and he's cold and has balance issues#the poor cat is existing in his final week on this planet and she's just mad at him and taking it out on him#i have basically no furniture (none of it matched and so i didn't mind giving it away/selling it)#so that means my things are all shoved into precariously stacked boxes and i'm sleeping on an army cot#i'm depressed too!! i left a decent paying job doing something i really liked! i would have been fine moving to a different house in town!!#she wanted (1) trader joe's (2) kaiser permanente and (3) her own swimming pool#she got (1) trader joe's 2 freeways/30m drive away (2) no kaiser and (3) no pool#this is how we always move; my mom gets the itch and then we leave. it's not that she wants to move TO somwhere-- it's just AWAY from here#(wherever 'here' is)#so i spent my entire last paycheck on furniture that won't even be here for a week or more#i also hate the (brand new) fridge that came with the house. it's a side-by-side and it's simultaneously stupidly spacious#but also the space is used in such a stupid way that you can't even lay a frozen pizza flat on a freezer shelf#she also collects screws/nuts/bolts/nails/washers like a fucking magpie and so no two are the same#and she doesn't use the correct things for the job and she just put two ROOFING NAILS into the wall to hold a magnet board up#she sucks at home repair (made worse by the aforementioned WRONG TOOLS FOR THE JOB) and so everything is done#with extreme frustration and it turns out half-assed and looks bad#she doesn't wait and/or think about where she wants stuff to go so she's just spent the afternoon hanging things up badly#and the house is going to look like it was decorated by some clown who needs to hang every piece of art they own all at once#we have picture rails so we can swap artwork/photos according to mood/season/etc but no... she just puts EVERYTHING out all at once#anyway i'm so sad and tired and frustrated and angry and it feels really unfair to keep my mouth shut when she says 'i wish we never moved!
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how to get the First Manâą out of bed
Soft!Adam x GN!Reader
Turns out the 'First Man' himself is actually super clingy. And he is a big baby when it comes to getting up in the mornings. Good luck convincing him to get his ass outta bed!
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WARNINGS: mentions of sex, implied sexual content, withholding sex, kissing (it's still SFW!)
A/N: Here is the Adam x Reader fluff, finally! I didn't mean for this to have so much sex-adjacent content but I think that's just too integral to Adam's character lmao. It's still SFW though so it's fineee. I didn't mean for the 'withholding sex' part to be manipulative, it's all fun n' games here, so apologies if it comes across as too serious. (It was originally 'one week', not 'one day' - I changed it just in case lol)
Dividers
Beneath the douchebag exterior of the First Manâą, Adamâs really just a big olâ softie. Just deep, deep, deep down. It took a long time to find that part of him, but as his partner, youâre one of the only people that even knows this side of him exists.
One thing you really hadnât expected from the man is how clingy he can getâit probably has something to do with the abandonment issues, but youâve never tried to broach that subject. Itâs currently early in the morning, and Adam doesnât seem to plan on letting go of you anytime soon. Youâre cuddled up with him in bed, his mask and robes absent as he sleeps. His wings are wrapped around you like a protective blanket. And now you have to try and convince his stubborn ass to get the fuck up. Youâve already been awake for about fifteen minutes, hoping your boyfriend will wake up on his own, but of course, thatâs not going to happen.Â
Getting Adam out of bed is always a struggle. Despite the promotion of Heaven as the âperfect placeâ with âno bad days,â thereâs still a schedule to abide by, and angels still need sleep. And Adam really hates those damn schedules, and loves his beauty sleep. There are a multitude of ways to try and get him out of bed, and every morning is a guessing game to see which one will work.
1. Be sweet and try to gently encourage him to get out of bed.
âAdam, babe,â you murmur softly, opting for a gentle approach this time around. You pat his arms where theyâre wrapped securely around your waistâyou would try to get a look at his face, but heâs spooning you from behind and giving you absolutely zero wiggle room. âYou gotta get up, we have shit to do.â
âMmâŠfuck off,â Adam grumbles, only tightening his hold on you and nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck. Which was about what you expected.
2. Be a little assertive.
âAdam, câmon,â you warn in an attempt to convince him to get the fuck up. âIâve already given you an extra fifteen minutes.â
âThen gimme fifteen more,â he insists, his voice sounding almost whiny. His childishness would be adorable if you didnât actually have shit to do today.Â
3. Be a little more assertive.
You sigh. Itâs never easy with this asshole. âAdam.â
The angel in question makes a little âmmpfâ sound into your back.
âGet the fuck up.â
He doesnât even respond this timeâhe just holds you tighter, his wings copying his arms and trapping you in his embrace.
4. Bribery.
Actually, fuck no. You refuse to bribe him again. Heâs already gotten that out of you several times before, getting anything from sex to food to picking what movie you two watch that night (youâve watched Die Hard three times this week alone)
No, this is a game you are not losing this time.
5. Threats.
âOkay, youâve got three options,â you offer, your voice less stern than your last attempt but not as soft as your first. âOne: you get up.â
Adam makes another noncommittal little grunt of acknowledgment.
âTwo: you donât get up, and Lute breaks into our apartment again to drag your ass out of bed.â
He lets out a sound that sounds kind of like a chuckle, but itâs muffled against the back of your neck, so itâs hard to tell. But heâs clearly not intimidated by the warning.
âThree: you donât get up and we donât fuck tonight.â
That gets him. He tenses up for a moment before scoffing in disbelief. âYeah, right, like you could go a day without this dick.â
A smirk pulls at your lips. Youâve got him now. âTry me.â
Adamâs silent for nearly a full minute. He has a much higher libido than you, and he knows youâd be fine without sex for a day. Him, on the other hand? Heâs got a high sex drive and is downright spoiled.Â
Youâre worried heâs fallen back asleep, but eventually, he sighs. His wings unfurl and his grip around you loosens, though not letting go entirely. âFineee,â he groans dramatically. âBut only because I donât wanna deprive you of my amazing dick.â
You chuckle and turn to face him, now that you have the ability to actually move. His hairâs all messy, as it usually is, and his golden eyes are just barely cracked open.Â
âOh, how generous of you,â you joke, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. He instinctively pushes his face into your palm ever so slightly.Â
âI know, Iâm fucking great,â he agrees, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He knows you were being sarcastic, but heâll turn damn near anything into a compliment that strokes his ego.
You just roll your eyes at his response, albeit fondly. Heâs a dumbass, but heâs your dumbass.
âAlright, you big baby, time to get up,â you tease, moving to sit up before his arms tighten around you once more, pulling you back down.
âHeyââ you start, but are immediately cut off by a pair of lips on yours. His lips move slowly and languidly along with yours, and youâre all too happy to reciprocate.
You sigh into the kiss, unable to stop yourself from smiling against Adamâs lips. Thereâs a big difference between your usual hungry, eager make-outs and the sweet, lazy kisses you get when heâs all soft and sleepy. Both are great, but you really savor these tender, gentle moments with him. In the mornings, heâs too tired to keep up that arrogant âtoo cool for all that mushy, affectionate shitâ persona. And while you love him all the time, sleepy Adam definitely holds a special place in your heart.
Heâs smiling when he lets you pull away. The kiss wasnât a particularly long one, but you couldâve let it go on forever. But youâd be one hell of a hypocrite if you stayed in bed just to kiss your boyfriend after making such a point to get his ass out of bed.
âNow are you ready to get up?â you ask softly, still basking in the warmth of his embrace and the memory of his lips on yours.
âMmâŠâ Adam hums in consideration. His smile quickly turns to a smirk as he tightens his hold on you yet again and wraps his wings around you. âNo.â
âOh, for the love ofââ
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Needless to say, you do not stay true to your word about the consequences of Adam not getting out of bed. And Lute does, in fact, break into your apartment half an hour later to be confronted with a sight she sees far too often for her liking.Â
Fuck him for being so damn stubborn. Literally.
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I know this is a DC blog but I NEED dad Logan. Get that murder teddy bear some kids ASAP.
Fancast + non canon Headcanons ahead.
BOBBY MY BELOVED / 16
âSure everything in my life is terrible. But at LEAST Iâm gayâ
Makes pop culture references Logan doesnât understand. âLogan threw the first brick at stonewallâ âwhat are you SAYINGâ âheâs an allyâ
Can, will, and has gaslight Logan into thinking heâs homophobic just for not letting Bobby do what he wants
Stole a beer from Logan once and they found him drunk crying at 3 am. He calls Logan to apologize about it. âIâm sO sorryyy. You know I love you??â âGo to bedâ ânoOooâ Logan is next to him.
Has a secret YouTube channel and everyone watches for Logan interactions specifically
Mabel Pines coded
KITTY⊠thatâs his half pint your honor. / 17
Logan is terrified. Why are you such an easy kid. Why arenât you rebelling? Why isnât defiance bleeding on your fists?
Why arenât you clawing and biting and snarling for your freedom? Why arenât you being a kid? Who do I have to skin-
Daughters are not supposed to exist quietly.
I hc that Kittyâs family is extremely unsupportive of her being a mutant, â but theyâre just traditional in general. Specifically sheâs petrified of being around/existing along men.
Certified babysitter when Loganâs not around. Sheâs so big sister.
âguys!1!11!!!! mr. Logan said not to do that!1!1!1â
Logan BEGS her to be a shitty teenager for like 10 minutes. Be bratty!!! Tell him to fuck off! Throw a tantrum!!!! âBut Iâm not a kid.â âYouâre MY kid.â
JUBILEEE daddyâs girl / 15
Problem Child TM
Plays Rock n Roll by Avril Lavigne at 4 am to piss Logan and her siblings off when they annoy her
Grounded all the time but if she fake cries Logan will shamefully relent.
Always puts Loganâs patience to the test because she anticipates him leaving/giving up on her
Foster child with issues. She spent half her life looking for people and the other half being abandoned by them. This wonât be any different.
Except Logan is very good at fighting destiny.
Your honor I donât CARE Logan is made to be a girl dad!!!!
âOn the spectrum. Not saying which oneâ
STRONG she/they energy
Most affectionate with Logan out of all the kiddos. Her love language is terrible pancake making (Logan eats them anyway) and cat cuddling.
ADHD icon
LAURA (murder baby) / 7
Brings dead birds/mice to her family members (affectionate)
Charles has the bright idea to enroll her in school with the kids. âItâs important for children to socialize with peers their own ages.â âCanât socialize if theyâre all DEAD.â
That meme of the little boy and his father with an arrow in his shoulder
Youngest child privilege
Steals Bobbyâs phone and shootâs hilariously off angle family vlogs. One of them includes her stealing Loganâs motorcycle while he runs after her
#am I⊠an x men StanâŠ.. maybe so.#x men#wolverine#logan howlett#logan xmen#bobby drake#kitty pryde#jubilee#laura kinney#text#text post#fancast#WOLVERINE FANDOM INTERACT CHALLENGE
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BSD MEN WITH THEIR TOXIC TRAITS
âȘ characters : osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, ryĆ«nosuke akutagawa, fyodor dostoevsky, sigma, saigiku jouno
âȘ other notes : i love writing silly angst with silly characters from my favorite silly anime / manga <3 non-edited
osamu dazai :
running away at any conflict with you
- whilst dazai has a lot of toxic traits and red flags, this issue is the biggest one by far
- running away is all dazai has left when it comes to arguing with you
- youâre someone he canât lose, so instead he pushes everything under the rug, expecting it to go away
- you donât dare mention his habit, but this fighting and forgetting habit has your hands tied together, not knowing what to do
- one minute youâre at each otherâs throats, the next minute heâs gone, with uncomfortable silence choking you
- when you wake up, heâs hugging you tightly in the middle of his sleep as if your previous nightâs encounter never existed
- he brings small bouquets of flowers to you when he comes back, wilting away once you get up and put them in a vase
- itâs almost a routine at this point, you fight, he leaves, you go to sleep angry, he comes back with flowers and lies next to you
- a relationship is staying with each other when things get difficult at times, but what happens when they leave you and come back into your arms with no other words said ?
chuuya nakahara :
over possessiveness and accusing of cheating
- this all roots from his previous betrayals where he thinks heâs found a family, only for it to be gone in a split second
- heâs a darling partner except that he canât seem to trust you as much as he tries to
- âitâs just for precautionâ he says when he sends his men to be with you when you go out, it makes you feel weird having someone by you at all times
- if he ever gets the feeling that youâre being too friendly with a random waiter it always ends up with him accusing you of cheating on him
- you beg him to believe you when you say that you arenât like the people he had in his life before, that you wouldnât leave him
- he wants to trust you but when someone gets too close to you, itâs almost like a primal instinct to get you away from them
- he spoils you to no end but nothing materialistic compares to being alone without someone breathing down your neck
- itâs overwhelming not having time to yourself, always being surrounded by someone because theyâre afraid to lose you
- you love him like a human so why does he love you like a trophy in fear of betrayal ?
ryƫnosuke akutagawa :
lashing out at you for caring
- what else were you expecting when you started dating someone with so much trauma that he can only express with anger
- he doesnât mean to lash out at you for no reason, he wants to make it work but instead of improving, his attitude continues to grow
- he doesnât like you ânaggingïżœïżœ at him to take better care of himself
- you know that thereâs a big brick wall that stops you from reaching his heart but at what point is too much, too much
- when you nod at him after he screams at you, it almost angers him more because he thinks you arenât listening even though you are, not wanting to argue back and cause more chaos
- thereâs times where he makes up for his behavior, sometimes he picks a random flower from grass and gives it to you
- he doesnât know why he gets so angry that you care for his wellbeing, isnât that what couples normally do for each other
- itâs saddening seeing the own man you let into your life berate you for no reason
- itâs so hard to love someone who just seems to loathe you so much even with his small actions of caring
fyodor dostoyevsky :
seeing himself as your superior and seeing you as a pawn in his own game
- another man with a shitload of red flags and toxic traits, this one rising above them all
- he cares about you, he does ! but not in the way youâd like, he cares about you like how humans care about their pets
- sure heâd give you the world if he could, but heâd also give you up for his ideal world if it ever came down to that
- a relationship is a balance where each partner sees the other one as an equal, yeah not with fyodor itâs not
- youâve proven your worth to him so many times for him to see you as the same as his level, instead it just makes you seem as a pawn under his control
- despite this, there are times where it almost seems that he cares about you like a person should, when youâre hanging onto his arm walking in a park humming quietly
- he indulges in your needs every so often, not before bringing you right back down to your place beneath him
- not even death would allow you to escape this cycle of rising and being kicked down
- why does he expect you to see him as the righteous hand of god when he sees you as a mere pawn ready to be sacrificed
sigma :
unintentionally guilt tripping you every time you get frustrated at him
- heâs been used so many times, his naivety is something he hates to the core, all he wants is someone to settle down with, a family
- heâs another sweetheart partner when you can push past the teary eyes and begging for you to not be mad at him and to not leave him
- his biggest fear is losing you, someone who doesnât use him, heâd rather abandon his casino than end his relationship with you
- whilst he doesnât realize, you notice his wording when he begs you to stay, often saying that heâs nothing without you, that heâd rather die than be without you
- maybe itâs heartwarming for the first few times but once it becomes a cycle you start to truly wonder if heâd actually go crazy without you or if it was all bluff
- even then, you canât deny him when he guilts you into staying, he doesnât know any better
- if you ever mention this to him, heâll burst into tears, thinking you were breaking up with him, it takes hours trying to convince that you were here to stay
- itâs a repeating cycle he doesnât notice and you canât break for the sake of both of you
- love is a powerful thing, powerful enough to guilt you into staying with a man who loves you a bit too much
saigiku jouno :
putting his work above you at all costs
- he swore to protect those that need him, heâs not going to break that just for you
- you knew what you were getting into when you started dating the hunting dog, yet sadness canât help but fill you when he misses important events with you
- after all youâve been through with him, and not a single happy birthday text, not a single note for your anniversary, nothing
- he knows when youâre upset with him even if he canât see your face, he can feel you rejecting his touch, and thatâs when he reminds you of what he swore and what you agreed to
- it doesnât help when he has his snarky attitude and almost mocking voice explaining to you why he canât just walk out of a meeting
- despite this, he does love you, otherwise he wouldnât waste his time on you, he loves that you still stick with him no matter what
- you really donât ask for much, you understand his work and what he has to do, but he still thinks you make a big deal out of nothing
- as hypocritical as it sounds, he always expects you to be there for him even if heâs not
- you knew you were never going to be his first priority but it hurts so much more when he makes sure you know
#written by terra#sincerely terra#engraved with bitterness#bsd#bsd x reader#bungou stray dogs#bsd manga#bsd manga spoilers#bungou stray dogs angst#osamu dazai x reader#dazai x reader#chuuya nakahara x reader#chuuya x reader#ryƫnosuke akutagawa x reader#akutagawa x reader#fyodor dostoyevsky x reader#fyodor x reader#bsd sigma#bsd sigma x reader#sigma x reader#saigiku jouno x reader#jouno x reader
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Eraser | Ryomen Sukuna x reader
2. Wash Away
Summary: modern!Sukuna hasn't come to terms with the fact that you might not belong to him anymore (featuring a harmless Nanami cameo)
Warnings: gaslighting, toxicity, mentions of cheating
Word count: 2,789
Series masterlist:
1. Ultimatum
2. Wash Away
3. Only memories
4. Vengeance
Read on AO3
Notes: here's part two!! thank you for the love you showed for the first part, it means a lot. hope you enjoy
General Masterlist | Divider @rookthornesartistry
You checked your phone for the tenth time in the span of a minute. It had become unbearable to witness yourself desperately checking to see if Sukuna wrote you. Sure, you had ignored all his attempts to get in touch in the past few weeks. It didn't mean that you didn't enjoy knowing that he took his time to pester you with messages or take a break while driving between blackmailing some CEO for money and checking the status of the new cargo to call you five times in a row. Sukuna was persistent, if anything, and, as annoying as he was in his conviction that you still belonged to him, you found it incredibly satisfying to see him chasing after you.
However, since yesterday, the messages stopped pouring, your phone has gone silent, and your thoughts had turned your head into a mess. Did he give up on you already? Isn't that what you wished for, though?
"Thank you again for agreeing to meet." You said as the tall blond man came back to the table with your coffee. You argued that it was you who took him out so you would pay. Nonsense, he quickly dismissed you and remembered your usual order like it was yesterday.
"No need to thank me." He respectfully said, sitting down in front of you.
It was pouring outside, a quick summer storm that cooled off the heat of the previous days. It had started raining just after you met at the small café in your neighborhood.
You've known Nanami Kento since college. You graduated one year apart but you were part of the same friend group that ultimately didn't survive after graduation. However, you ended up working at the same company, until he resigned more than a year ago.
"How have you been?" He asked, taking a sip of his black, unsweetened coffee. Polite, as always, showing enough interest in your life while generally minding his own business, Nanami was the only coworker you ever really got along with.Â
"Fine, fine." Both of your hands were wrapped around the cold glass full of iced coffee. "Work is shit, like always." He nodded slightly, showing you that you had his full attention. "Actually this is why I wanted to talk to you."
Adjusting to life without Sukuna was hard. You've grown so used to his presence in your life that you stopped noticing how much of a difference he made. He would be in front of your house, one hour after you turned off your work laptop, to pick you up and go for dinner. On days when you worked from the office you would meet for lunch, occasionally, or he would drop by with takeout. On weekends you would go on longer rides by car or sometimes you would hop on the back of his motorbike and go to the seaside. He was filling most of your time and, after that dreadful night, you suddenly realized you had no idea how to exist on your own.
So you buried yourself in work.
Sukuna always hated it when you worked overtime. But now that no one was texting you to be ready, entertain you with riddles about the dress code and your new destination, you found it easier to spend half an hour more fixing some issues at work. Soon it turned into full hours. In two weeks, you ended up realizing that you hated your workplace. You hardly got along with any coworker, the tasks were piling by the hour, the pay started to seem too little for the effort you were putting in. In reality, nothing had changed. Only your perception, since you had no way to blow off steam anymore. Things were easier to tolerate when you knew that you would see your boyfriend.
"I want to quit. I can't stand it anymore." Your fingers were cold and wet because of the glass. "I know you work at the institute now. If there's any vacant position sometime, could you let me know?"
You felt bad for turning to Nanami, honestly to anyone, asking for things. However, you felt the desperate need for a change in your life. Or maybe you tried to cope with the lack of Sukuna's presence in your life by changing it completely.
"I mean, we have similar background, we graduated the same program."
You felt anxious asking for a favor, especially since you haven't seen him since he resigned and only kept in touch through few messages. So you started talking too much, justifying yourself, trying to get rid of the little voice inside your head that was saying you're a burden.
"I don't even want a recommendation or something, the thing is that I know these posts aren't usually public and someone with connections ends up getting it before the normal person can apply.â The more you tried to explain yourself, the guiltier you felt. Nanami, on the other hand, patiently waited for you to finish, not interrupting or dismissing your worries.
"Of course I'll help, y/n." He said as he leaned back in his chair.
"Thank you. And sorry."
"No need. We're friends." You smiled gratefully. You could always count on Nanami.
You continued to catch up with him while munching on some pastries. You almost forgot to check your phone as often. It felt nice to talk to one of your old friends, especially since you had locked yourself inside your room for the past two weeks. At some point, over the muffled voices of people and the generic song playing in the café you heard the sound of a motorbike engine hurring on the street. You mentally cursed at your heart for beating faster, immediately associating the sound with the image of your ex-boyfriend.
"Yeah, so apparently they have been hooking up the whole time and everyone found out during the team building. It's only rumors I've heard since I didn't go." You were telling Nanami the latest gossip about some coworkers when you noticed he wasn't paying attention to your story. His eyes were focused somewhere behind you. He muttered a quick excuse for ignoring you and you turned your head to see what he was looking at.
Goddamn it.
Sukuna was piercing you with his gaze as he walked in the small cafĂ©, having girls follow his tall figure with their eyes as he passed by them with determined steps. His pink hair was a mess because of the helmet he just took off and he ran a hand through his longer strands to put them back in place. You rolled your eyes when you met his gaze, clearly annoyed by what was about to happen. Somehow, coming to a small neighborhood cafĂ© just to make a scene while looking unbearably attractive was easier than saying âI'm sorryâ.
Sukuna hated when you rolled your eyes at him. Coincidentally, he found it very arousing. Being a brat was one of your specialties but it seemed that now you were testing his limits a little too much. You turned back to Nanami in an attempt to reassure him you could handle this on your own but Sukuna was already by your table before you could finish your sentence.
"You've proved your point. Let's go home." He said, looking down at you. He had his hands in his leather jacket's pockets, exuding a very laid back attitude, reinforced by the calmness of his voice. He was talking to you as if you were a toddler.
The fluttering feeling in your stomach at the sight of his handsome face, which you hadn't seen in over two weeks, was crushed by the curious and longing eyes of every girl in that damned café scanning your ex from head to toe. The mix of anger and disgust you first felt when you first saw that dreadful video had come back to every fiber of your body and you clenched your fist so tight that your nails were digging stinging holes in your palm.
"Can't you see I'm busy?" Your voice almost screeched while trying to contain your vexation.
"Y/n, I'm not playing this game anymore." He said as his large hand found the nape of your bared neck, your hair up in a high ponytail. The touch of his fingers on your skin sent bolts of excitement in your whole body, straight between your legs, and you had to rub your thighs together on the chair to brush the feeling away. Nanami sat up, ready to say something in your defense, but you had already slapped Sukuna's hand away and sat up yourself. He looked down at your smaller body with an irritated expression, the tattoos on his face making him seem even more dangerous than he actually was.
"Sorry, Kento-kun. I'll be back in five." You excused yourself with a smile before making your way out, your shoulder brushing harshly against Sukuna's chest on your way. He followed you out, and you knew all those girls' eyes were on his every move. The thought drove you insane.
"Kento-kun, huh?" Sukuna mocked you when you finally stopped under the roof in the empty inner garden of the café. Usually it was full of customers but now the rain was washing over the empty white metal tables and chairs with soothing tapping sounds. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pockets but you quickly whined in annoyance.
"Don't. I hate the smell.â
Both his eyebrows raised in a perfect mix of surprise and irritation, almost like he couldnât believe the words coming out of your mouth. You never bothered to mention this aspect whenever your eyes would follow him longingly from the bed as he would light up a cigarette after fucking you rough, one finger playing with your lower lip. He chose to dismiss the thought as his head lowered so his eyes could look directly into yours, one hand placed at the side of your head against the wall. The smell of rain combined with his familiar and comforting perfume had your knees weaken while you tried to challenge his inquiring eyes.
âIt took you two weeks to find a new personality?â His look was intimidating. You weakly tried to push him away pressing your hands against his chest but he didnât even flinch. He sneered at your false effort, enjoying the warm feeling of your hands still lingering over the fabric of his white t-shirt.
âWhy are you here, Sâkuna?â You asked. Every time you imagined seeing him again you hoped to express your anger coherently, determined to let every single speck of negative emotion out of your system. You wanted to yell at him, hit him, make him understand the ruckus raising inside your heart because of him. But now all you could do was look at him with pleading eyes, almost begging him to tell you what you wanted to hear, what would finally allow you to forget everything and let yourself fall in his arms again.
âI came to stop you from embarrassing yourself.â You rolled your eyes again, pushing him with more force this time. He was still unmoved. You crossed your arms under your chest, unintentionally pushing at your breasts. He could notice the slight movement at the edge of his field of view, without taking his eyes off yours. He loved that baby blue fitted t-shirt of yours, with lace around the generous cleavage. And you wore it to see Kento-kun. The way you said that manâs name echoed in Sukunaâs brain and the thought altogether made him lose his mind.
âNo, you are embarrassing me.â You spat back. You couldnât believe you really expected him to give you what you what you wanted so easily.
âHalf the city knows youâre my woman.â His other hand grabbed you by the arm, as if trying to shake you out of your stubbornness. Or keep you there, so you wouldnât leave his side, no matter if you wanted to.
âWe broke up, do you need a public statement for that?â It was painful even to you to say those words. You never thought you had officially broken up, not as long as you still hoped Sukuna would get over himself and admit that he was wrong, that he would never do that again. Because he loved you. But you let those venomous words out of your mouth in an attempt to see him feel only a fraction of the hurt you were containing in your heart.
Sukuna didnât answer. He didnât have any smart reply for that. He looked at you in silence, the only sound echoing between the two of you being the tapping of raindrops on the ground. He really did think you were simply acting like a brat, dismissing his efforts to talk only to have him chase you. Sukuna knew you loved that and, from time to time, you would push him away so you could see him make an effort to get to you. He never understood your reasons, but he entertained your caprices, enjoying the occasional taunting resembling a mouse and a cat constantly on the hunt. This time, it didnât seem like a game anymore.
You wanted to kiss him so badly. You wouldnât allow yourself, though, but your eyes would move from his eyes to his lips, his plump soft lips that you desperately wanted to bite on. You had left him speechless, with a helpless look on his face that only made you pity him. Pressing your lips together, you forced yourself to leave, since your knees were weaker by the minute and your arms were aching to be around his neck.
As you turned away, his hand gently fell down your arm, the tips of his fingers brushing over your bare skin, and he grabbed you by the wrist, keeping you in place.
âGive me another chance.â Sukuna almost begged. It was a pathetic sight, the tall muscular man, dressed in all black, with tattoos on his face, his whole presence imposing and intimidating, begging a woman like you to take him back. It almost made you give up. Almost.
âGive me one good reason.â You said, surprised by the composure of your voice in contrast to the hurricane of feelings in your heart.
âI miss you.â His eyebrows were raised in a pitiful plea.
âYouâll get used to it.â It wasnât enough. You tried to break free from his grip but he held on your wrist as if it was the only thing allowing him to breathe.
âDonât you miss me, y/n?â There it was. When his deep voice and mesmerizing eyes were failing to reach you he would retort to emotional blackmail. Of course you missed him, you cursed at yourself when you hesitated to answer, when the loud voice in your head was screaming to you that yes, you missed him, you missed him so much and your entire life felt pointless, that you hardly enjoyed anything since you last saw him, that you missed his comforting words and his safe arms and his handsome face.
âSomeone is waiting for me.â You said as he let go of your wrist.
Sukuna watched as you turned your back to him, your long ponytail wiggling in the air with every step you took further away from him. He hated to see you go. Leaning against the wall, he lit up that cigarette only after you were out of his sight. It was such a peaceful rainy day when everything seemed to have slowed down, drenched in the humid air. His eyes were fixed on one small table for two in the corner of the garden, protected from the rain by a tall tree. It was your favorite spot, in your favorite café where he would find you reading sometimes, while sipping on iced tea. You always laughed at him whenever he would pick you up from there. His dark unapproachable figure made such a big contrast with the softness of the garden full of flowers. Sukuna always thought you fit so well there, like a goddess of the spring with your flowy skirts and your pretty round face.
He sighed, a thin cloud of smoke forming in the air as it blew out of his mouth. You were so different, almost opposites. This is why you worked so well together, you completed each other. He let his head fall back, resting against the wall, as he looked at the sky that was already starting to clear up. He wasnât going to erase that tattoo off his skin just as he wasnât going to allow you to erase him out of your life.
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I meant to do this ages ago but knowing the leaks exist is driving me insane so Iâm devoting my energy to it nowâ
Obsessed with the idea of Arcane characters becoming their opposites in S2 so Iâve attempted to summarize each character in 3 wordsâa good quality or strength, a bad quality or weakness, and a neutral trait.
Vi: Protective, Hotheaded, Sentimental
Caitlyn: Empathetic, Naive, Perceptive
Jinx: Creative, Impulsive, Childish
Ekko: Nurturing, Aggressive, Distrustful
Heimer: Patient, Unresponsive, Pessimistic
Jayce: Charismatic, Shortsighted, Proud
Viktor: Self-sacrificing, Stubborn, Reserved
Mel: Wise, Manipulative, Perfectionistic
Singed: Calculated, Sadistic, Cryptic
Sevika: Loyal, Impatient, Honest
Ambessa: Cunning, Ruthless, Selfish
Assuming that these are solid descriptors for each character, and S2 will show these characters becoming their own opposites, we can expect good qualities to become bad ones and vice versa. Neutral qualities may also be turned on their heads:
Vi: Vulnerable, Apathetic, Repressing
Caitlyn: Cold, Experienced, Blinded
Jinx: Destructive (in maybe a different context than S1), Deliberate, Mature
Ekko: Neglectful, Avoidant, Trusting
Heimer: Impatient, Proactive, Lighthearted
Jayce: Unlikable, Farsighted, Humble (or Humbled)
Viktor: Selfish, Compromising, Outspoken
Mel: Foolish, Sincere, Self-accepting
Singed: Careless, Empathetic, Unambiguous
Sevika: Independent, Patient, Aloof
Ambessa: Candid, Merciful, Self-sacrificing
Further analysis below ->
A lot of these qualities are probably going to be tweaked. I donât think weâre going to get a wildly empathetic Singed, but rather weâll see some more of his personal motivations, which will show him to be more feeling than he seems.
I honestly donât see us getting a straight-up self-centered Viktor, so part of me believes that heâll be âselfishâ in the context of his personal ambitions. Heâs been working in tandem with Jayce for years; been willing to give up time for other projects that arenât Undercity-centric. Viktorâs focus is going to be entirely on physically healing the Undercityâa project that only he seems to see the value in. Thatâs probably going to be the âselfishâ aspect we see from him.
Or at least I really hope so.
Viktorâs selflessness is such an integral part of his character that itâs hard to imagine him suddenly becoming self-absorbed, but if the writers handle it well, then đ
Similar issue with JayceâI donât see Jayce becoming humble so much as being humbled or put in his place (maybe by Ambessa, who looks poised to usurp Piltoverâs Council judging by previous story beats and her strong presence in the S2 poster.
I like Jayce as a character and really think the fandom doesnât give him enough credit for caring about those around himâbut heâs pretty full of himself, and I only see him leaning further into that trait as those he trusts (Mel, Viktor, Caitlyn) are either pulled away or abandon him.
Sevikaâs possible development in particular is quite interesting specifically because she is a follower by definition. In S1, Sevika would not have made a good leader, but maybe she will in S2.
Sevika could start acting independently to contrast her previous loyalty. Even when in an alliance she can have independent motives. We know sheâs going to team up with Jinx but itâs unlikely that Sevika is going to be personally devoted to her, and maybe this alliance is a temporary, spur-of-the-moment decision.
If Sevika starts being independent, Iâve no doubt sheâll later become Renata Glasc.
okay thatâs it! Feel free to add to this or take away or completely contradict me Iâd love to continue to think about and discuss what defines these characters :)
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Things to be aware of as a Hopeless Romantic:
We all have been there daydreaming about the perfect man, the perfect life, the perfect whatever,etc. Still life is not full of roses and thorns are inevitable.
So here are some aspects to look out for according to me so that you won't fall in the delulu is the only solulu trap.
Remember if you follow me, we don't do regrets here. We accept, take accountability and move on. We don't soak ourselves in problems. We solve them effectively.
1) Drop those rose-colored glasses. Crush them under your feet and now look at the world again. Learn to accept reality. It is what it is. Not what you make it out to be. Learn to become an observer of your life from time to time. It will give you the real picture.
2) Potential is useless if you are not leveraging it. It's a trap both for yourself and others. You see potential in him of changing and being a good guy?? Girl, he *IS* not a good guy. It's not your job to raise a man. It's embarrassing. Stop babysitting grown men.
3) Standards are important but ensure they are not rooted in fantasy. Let's be honest finding a man who is rich, dark, tall, sexy and talks in the way you read in your romance novels is difficult. I am not saying it's impossible but don't be too rigid. All I will say is make sure you are also on the level where if you come across such a man he should be ready to date you.
4) Men view sex differently than us women. I know many of you will get triggered after reading this but the majority of men really view women as sex dolls. Blame the porn industry maybe. Good men exist but not every other man who talks sweetly is good.
5) A person in your life treats you nicely. Always talk sweetly, tells you that you matter to them but their actions don't match it. Chances are you are being breadcrumbed. Plans being cancelled? Messages being unseen? But when confronted all you get is,"Sorry love, I was busy. I was going to do it. You matter a lot,etc etc." Breadcrumbing. Be smart it can happen even in friendships too. I understand people get busier with time and things do happen. Use your discernment to see who really is busy and who is faking to be busy.
6) That uncle was so kind to me. He talked to me sweetly and always tried to help me out. Now, that's really sweet of him. Next he calls you home to help out with the household chores and he is alone at home because his wife is out of town for some work. Would you go and help? Yes. Will you go alone? No. That's unsafe.
No matter how much a gentleman a man appears to be you are not allowed to be in a situation where he could potentially take advantage of you. You always bring along a friend or deny it. I know it's wrong to not help someone but at your own risk. No. Never. It's common knowledge in our society.
7) Dreaming of a Prince Charming to whisk you away from all your troubles??? Dream on. The idea that a soulmate or one person will magically solve all our issues is dumb. We as human beings add to each other's happiness rather than becoming the core of it.
8) One of the biggest mistakes I have seen girls around me make is of being fully invested in a relationship to the point one small fight makes them depressed. That's codependency. It's unhealthy.
9) Never make your relationship your identity. You should always have a separate identity out of it. Stop curating yourself for your partners. Morphing yourself according to their likes and dislikes. That's one way ticket to an identity crisis after breakup. Compromises are essential but changing your core self??? Crazy shit.
10) Your relationship should not be the reason for your downfall. It happens especially with my intense girlies we invest so much of ourselves in the relationship to the point it becomes our focal point and when it faces upheavals we are devastated. The mental distress starts flowing in other areas of your life and suddenly your grades are falling, your career seems unstable, etc. Develop the emotional strength to compartmentalize your emotions and not allow them to overflow in other areas and affect them.
Imagination is fertile but being delusional is being stuck in a swamp.
That's all for today's show on ash-says. Stay tuned for more illegal tricks and explosive opinions.
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â soft yandere suguru geto pt 1 â
-> building the story in this one. warnings: none! the reader meets suguru for the first time since her best friend was encapsulated by a curse causing nightmares and issues. itâs fluffy <3
suguru had one goal â irradicate the non-sorcerers so there comes to be a world without curses. satoru on the other hand wanted to make people capable enough to fight the curses. the goal was same - a world where curses donât exist anymore. suguru was hell-bent on achieving that of course. gaining fame as âgeto samaâ a monk-looking saintly human being who helps people. the backgrounds are for suguru to handle anyways - he needed curses to get powerful & eventually achieve his goals.
his hatred for monkeys was unsubstantiated. no one who was not in control of their cursed energies would be spared by suguru geto. he didnât even spare his parents. though he knows certain monkeys are slightly more valuable than others. some are his banks, some give him curses to swallow. and some are the ones who have no control of their CE and end up attracting higher curses/creating them.
what he didnât take into account was you. your best friend was tormented by sickening nightmares of being non-conned almost everyday. aches in the back, cramping and utter pain during her period. you had almost given up â as her roommate, you had searched all psychologists; all doctors. nothing seems to be working. until one day â you found a âmonkeyâ treated by none other than geto sama.
without wasting time, you believed their gratefulness and their willingness to lend you the address. since nothing is working â you will definitely try anything at this point.
the moment your car landed on the geto estate you knew this man was no joke. why else would he be able to afford something like this otherwise? on the other hand â you were suspicious as to his ulterior motives. what if he was a mafia boss or something? who knew. finally, after some wait; you were advised to follow the instructor who led you to suguru geto.
he sat there, a merry & a friendly smile over his face. something thatâs practised even as he talks to your friend. âyumiko san.â he grins, âyou have symptoms like rape nightmares, donât you? you feel like youâre being touched in the wrong places & thereâs nothing you can do about it?â your best friend teared up, she had never felt so intricately seen and heard the way geto had made her feel. he raised a hand, and the curse that was latched into her, unseen by you. unseen by her.. latched itself into suguruâs hand.
she instantly felt lighter & felt better. while you were extremely considerate of what suguru geto did, you were not pleased. what even was that â you and your best friend bowed and on your way to leave. you turned back, âwhat did you do?â you couldnât help but ask.
âah, i have godâs grace in my hands thankfully. nothing much. prayed on her behalf that her problems go away. little one.â he hums, monkeys are usually dumb enough to be happy-go-lucky with the treatment. you werenât. suguru hums, âif thatâd be all, you may leave. i have other things to cater to.â
your siren eyes met his own, deep down. you could sense suguru hated your best friend. it was just a hunchâ the vibes were so off. you hum, âwhat do you practise then? what form of meditation?â you crossed your arms, eagerly wagering for more answers on his behalf.
suguru chuckled in disbelief, an insignificant, puny monkey was asking âhimâ questions? âbe grateful and leave.â he said dismissively. and your best friend held your wrist, dragging you outside. you were adorable and so curious. pity you were just an ordinary, low-class monkey.
âheâs a scammer, a fraud! iâm fucking sure! letâs go to a doctor.â you scoffed, gritting your teeth. glaring daggers at the man who laid down in front of you on a stage, seemingly uninterested. suguru wanted to play with you too, the same curse that was latched onto your friend, he transferred it into you, going out. now youâd have the same symptoms and suffer. shouldnât have voiced your shit so hard, tskâŠ
unfortunately for suguru, you ended up like one of those who can see curses once subjected to cursed energy. you screamed gutterally when you saw the hideous creature attached to you. an amused smirk ran past his lips at the way you tried to shove it away. your friend was in utter confusion â what did she do? got on her knees and apologized on your behalf to âgeto samaâ who promised to treat you. and forgive you of course. forcing her to leave.
you screeched curses and profanities at suguru, who was more than pleased to see you hit some sort of a standard he has for people heâs allowed to care about. his hand touched your crotch, right where the curse was supposed to be holding, unconcerned with your flustered resistance as he absorbed it.
âthere we go, little girl.â he smiled, while you watched the curse turn into a ball. âthis is the thing that was latched onto your friend. normal humans canât see these. some of them can. i can.â you sat next to him and asked him a multitude of questions about this. you donât remember the last time you had talked to someone this much & suguru doesnât remember the last time he was so thoughtless. he was observing literally everything. your facial features, the way your brows scrunched when you emphasized over something, how you overcommunicated with your hands at times, rolled your eyes ever so often and shook your legs while you asked questions and waited eagerly for your answers. you blinked and your lashes looked so long and luscious, your hair suited you just well. he wonders how your soft looking skin would look all marked up with hickeys. he wonders how your voice would sound when you would moan or scream out his name. he wonders how his name would sound. how your lips would curve a certain way to pronounce âsuguruâ. oh heâs slowly losing his mind isnât he?
he asked you to stay the night and join for dinner since it was quite late because of everything he just told you. you of course obliged and met his adopted daughters, miguel and the others who he called family. holy fuck they worshipped him. you knew that because of the way they respected you â treated you as their own because suguru said you are a guest today. his daughters were bratty but they knew their limits; seems like suguru raised them well.
after dinner, you joined him for a walk outside, pouting and flushed because he wasnât wearing his gojo-gesa anymore. he almost looks so normal with that. âyou arenât an actual monk are you?â you raised a brow, grinning when he shook his head in denial. âno, iâm just here to collect cursed spirits because of my technique for a greater cause.â he hums; replying gently and looking deeply into your inquisitive eyes. you threw another question at him, seemingly obvious. âwhat greater cause?â you tilt your head like an indulged bird, and he caught that gesture. âwant to know everything at once? hmm? little bird.â he smiled, looking relaxed and like a normal human being. âiâll let you know with time.â
you had a peaceful and a sound sleep, why? because you were unaware how suguru watched you sleep in awe. just thinking of the ways he would watch you smile again, just thinking how he could make you feel special again? he can brain wash you into thinking humans are detestable, no?
the next morning, you were called for breakfast and had a great time, making promises to visit again while suguru bid you a farewell by kissing your knuckles. looking ever so charming. oh you will visit again, otherwise suguru geto would: either way⊠your red thread of fate was sealed.
suguru geto had a little crushâŠ
or was he in love?
#geto suguru#geto hcs#yandere geto#yandere geto suguru#yandere jjk#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk hcs#jujutsu kaisen hcs#geto x reader#geto suguru x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen drabble#jjk drabble
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5+ things I love about the Mirror Scene
also know as horny edition, reprise, again I decline every responsability if "feelings" arise during the reading of this thread. I'll be tempted of discussing the scene frame by frame, but I shall restrain myself to the most important points maybe
1) Words. This is not just about the speech at the beginning of the scene but also throughout the entire piece. I'm a writer, ofc I love when people use words well. Pleas don't make me say how many times I though about Mr Colin "I love dirty talking" Bridgerton (a couple of people actually knows) because it could become uncomfortable very quick.
2) Consent. Consent. Consent. I'll repeat every time because it's the sexiest thing I've seen. What do you mean it ruins the mood? Your partner is checking in with you and it builds trust connection and intimacy. It's not apart from the act. It's a fundamental part of the act.
3) Boobs. I'm sorry to report that, even as a fellow member of the perfect breasts club, I'm absolutely not immune. Not even one bit. I'm not even sorry I'm not immune. Thank you, Nicola, your service was wildly appreciated. (But seriously, did I buy a more revealing dress because I was a bit more confident of my own because of this bit? Yes! So, jokes aside thank you Nicola for your service)
4) Guidance. Gentle Dom Colin is my favorite Colin and I will never be able to hear the word "lie down" without thinking of him. But also, the tenderness displayed, the softness, the attention to the partner's needs, it's all part of a pattern of Colin being the most attentive partner.
5) "You are so beautiful", I'm not going to lie, I'm still walking 5 feet taller because of that. It healed something in me. It doesn't magically cure all the self issues problems, but it hit me the first time and it hit me again everytime. And if it was healing for you as much as it was for me, let me give you a hug. You are so beautiful!
(I can't believe I can't find the gif, if someone knows where to find it, please tell me, i'll edit the post)
6) "Not there. Not yet." Colin Bridgerton, Master of Edging. I see you Sir. I approve you wanted to wait for round 2 for that. But don't hide you did say that because you would finish in 0.1 second if she would arrive that. Still, even just for the cutest expression on Pen's face, it was worth it.
7) "Is there more?", Pen I want to hug you (respectfully and dressed, of course). His nod. Her blinding smile. Lord (don't) forgive me, I do not care about sinning when it never looked and felt better.
Gif by @polinsated
8) All the moments where you can see the lust and the pleasure in Pen's eyes. I will never shut up about it. They send me always into the stratosphere because it feels real. I don't know they do it, but it just feel real.
9) "Can we do it again?" What can I tell you? It's always the quiet one (I should know, I'm also a quiet one đ) I'm not sure Colin realize what he did awake but he will become aware soon. I'm sure he doesn't mind.
(it's not my gif, stupid Tumblr, it's from @polinsated )
10) Let's be honest. All the above are real, but what really sell this scene is trust, connection and intimacy. It's not an easy thing to communicate but somehow they do it perfectly. And the nudity is functional to this goal. It adds another layer.
I love this scene but the me I was some years ago might have hated it because it is a mirror indeed for me. The me I am now is grateful that this scene exist. Because it's kind of the goal, to have that trust, intimacy and connection. So maybe it's a sign from the Universe. Maybe it's a sign of things to come. I certainly do hope so.
Maybe one day I might be able to talk about this scene without tearing up, but today is not that day.
#polin#bridgerton#bridgerton season 3#polin positivity#bridgerton s3#bridgerton spoilers#luke newton#nicola coughlan#colin bridgerton#colin x penelope#penelope featherington#penelope bridgerton#penelope x colin#bridgerton netflix#mirror scene#colin my wife bridgerton#long post
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‷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading! Â
Warnings: swearing, nsfw included (no one under 18 please).
a/n: ghoap is my favourite ship but I always want to be involved so this is fanservice and ... self insert. Anyway, enjoy!
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God there is so much I want to say!!! I want to read more ghoap x reader. It's so funnnnn. Anyway, please enjoy - if you have any suggestions or prompts I would be more than happy to answer them <3
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ă»You were in a relationship with Johnny long before Simon entered the picture
ă»Johnny had made you absolutely swoon for months, but you were too hesitant to do anything about it. Your insecurities held you back.
ă»How could someone as gorgeous as this man, nay, god, even look your way.
ă»But he was looking your way, and crushing so bad that you were all he could think about.
ă»You found a lot of solace in each other, swapping phone numbers and texting constantly. Johnny's first message was: "heyy bonnie, how'd ye day go? â€ïž"
ă»It took you nearly an hour to reply because all your brain could do was short circuit
ă»But over the years you became friends, then lovers, moving in together. All while he was still going on missions.
ă»He took you to meet his family after 3 months of proper dating, and he was so proud to show you off.
"Aye this is she!," he said (yelled) presenting you to his large family. (They didn't believe you existed).
ă»Your relationship with Johnny has always been based on honesty and humour. You know you can rely on him for anything, even if he can be a bit fookin' cheeky.
ă»Johnny had told you about his teammates (once he realised you were the person for him).
ă»And you quickly noticed the way he would speak different about his Lieutenant. Simon Riley.
ă»A crush...
ă»You had no issue with it. Crushes were normal, and you knew Johnny was faithful. You also knew Johnny was much to apprehensive to do anything with Simon.
ă»But one day, when you were picking Johnny up on the tarmac, after a grueling 3 months away. Simon watched as you ran into Johnny's arms. Kept watching as he spun you around, buring his face in your neck.
"Johnny..." you whimpered, pressing soft kisses all over his face.
"Aye, it's me bonnie. Couldn't get rid of me if you tried."
ă»Tears were in both of your eyes and Simon had to close his own. Swallowing a lump down his throat.
ă»After you and Johnny had left, Simon stayed in his car for upto 2 hours. Staring out the frontshield window. Confused as fuck.
ă»How could he fall in love with a person he'd never spoken to? In his deeper, most inner self, he knew he loved Johnny too.
ă»And when he arrived 'home,' he shucked off his clothes and stayed in the shower. Sitting, letting the water mix with his tears. He would give anything. Anything, to be with you both. But he knew that was ridiculous.
ă»Surprise. It wasn't ridiculous.
ă»When you got home, instantly you brought up Johnny's superior.
"Eh, wha' about him, bonnie?" Johnny asked suspiciously, opening the fridge door.
"He likes you."
All you got in response was an eye roll.
"Johnny," there was something in your voice which made him look at you.
"As a ... teammate. As a friend, aye. Yes. Not as anything more."
"I like him too," you cooed. Walking over to the blue-eyed Scotsman.
ă»He smirked, grabbed your waist and pulled you close, "don't go pryin'."
ă»You went prying.
ă»But didn't have to go too far, because Simon was never too far away.
ă»You bumped into him many times, both with and without Johnny.
ă»It all came to a head, when your car stopped working and you needed a ride home.
ă»Simon was more than happy to help.
ă»Johnny nearly fainted when he opened the door. His partner and his teammate stood in the doorway, a cheeky - almost sheepish smile on yours.
ă»No matter how hard Simon tried to leave, you made him stay ... and stay he did. You made his tea perfect on the first try.
ă»Always a dog pile when it's time to go to bed. Arms and legs are splayed over whoever. You might start in the middle but by the morning you're completely on top of Simon while Johnny uses your bum as a pillow
ă»It took 6 months for Simon to move in. And he brought Riley with him as well. Your cats weren't too happy about that ...
ă»It's a silent agreement that no one uses the boys' call signs. It's always their real names or pet names.
ă»Simon and Johnny like to keep their work away from their home life as much as possible.
ă»On deployment, Johnny and Simon have both agreed that home with you is their solace. You are their person.
ă»And speaking of being on the same task force; you made Johnny and Simon sit down (with their favourite beverages) to talk it out. Sometimes they wanted you there, other times you knew they needed to be alone.
ă»But encouraging communication made both men a lot less scared to express their feelings. Even if you could be quite ... aggressive.
"Look, Johnny...it's uh, hard to say... but-"
"No, no, I ken what ye mean-"
"Ah! Let him say it Johnny!" You yelled from another room.
Johnny sighed, blushed and sat straighter in his chair.
"Uh. Yeah well," Simon started to sweat. This was worse than an interrogation.
But before Simon could finish, Johnny just bellowed out in a very gruff Scottish accent, "I love ye Simon Riley!"
And Simon never thought he would feel as elated as he did in that moment.
Until you rounded the corner, sat on Johnny's lap and blushed. "We, love you Simon Riley."
ă»And you pushed a black box over to him.
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Would Die For One Other
You (And Johnny) Fell First, But Simon Fell Harder
"Hey can I have aâŠ" (You) x "Yes. Whatever it is. Yes." (Johnny)
"You wear the pants in this relationship" (You) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (Simon)
The Moon (Simon) and His Star (Johnny)
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Soulmates Sometimes Come In Threes
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The Tour by James Newton Howard
Skyfall by the Midnite String Quartet
Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon
(yes there are multiple songs because this relationship deserves it)
đđđčđ đ No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.
ă»Might be a bit of a shock, but Johnny loves to dominate Simon. Especially when they're deployed.
ă»You gave them the green light to be intimate whenever they wanted, especially when on deploment. But both Simon and Johnny agreed it wasn't the same without you. (Actually makes them feel sad and guilty.)
ă»Trying new things in the bedroom is something that you and Johnny really enjoy. Simon is more of a calmer, more sensual lover. He doesn't like anything too hardcore.
ă»He wants to make love, not fuck goddamit!
ă»You know how couples love going to the farmer's markets on the weekend? Yeah well you and Johnny love going to sex shops.
ă»Dildos, vibrators, strap ons, nipple clamps, different types of lube...
ă»Both Johnny and Simon like to be pegged.
ă»And Simon likes eating ass
ă»Simon isn't very comfortable with public sex, so you never push him to. But Johnny is all for it.
ă»You and Johnny love riling Simon up. His stoic demeanour almost triggers you two to make him blush.
ă»No one can remember how this started, but when both men are at home and it's night ... you start a stripping party. But whatever song it lands on; you HAVE to strip/dance/perform to it.
ă»It took a while for Simon to even participate, but once he saw how open Johnny and you were, he couldn't resist.
ă»The first time he joined, the song that he had to strip to was, "Say My Name" by Destiny's Child
ă»He wasn't so enthusiastic but with a bit of encouragement, he blew your minds'.
ă»Simon ended it by throwing Johnny and yourself over his shoulders and marching you up to the bedroom. Both you and Johnny laughing your assess off, and pinching Simon's backside.
#witchthewriter#headcanons#simon riley#johnny mactavish#simon x you x soap#simon x johnny x reader#reader insert#witch the writer's headcanons#cod#plot trope#relationship tropes#relationship headcanons#relationship#ghost x soap#ghost x reader#ghost x soap x reader#ghost x you#ghost x y/n#soap x reader#john soap mactavish#cod soap#moodboard#john soap mactavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish#mw2#john mactavish#soap mw2#soap cod#soapghost#soap x ghost
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Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ EX-BOYFRIEND HCS (feat. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso)Â
minors / ageless / blank blogs dni
Ë°âą*ââ· Â tags: angsty, mentions of break ups, mentions of make ups, mentions of commitment issues, Iâm keeping all of this kind of vague. Â
Ë°âą*ââ· Â notes: decided to finally edit up this post that I wrote xo I hope you enjoy it! feedback/reblogs are always appreciated <3Â
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gojo:
he understood why you ended things with him. heâs not an easy man to love, he doesnât exist in a world where a life can simply be built. he didnât fight you on your decision or beg you to change your mind. there is nothing he can offer in return which is why he conceded in letting you go, even though the choice destroyed him beyond comprehension. this is the first time heâs ever felt truly broken and he chooses not to cross paths with you for the sake of his own wellbeing.Â
but still, he can never fully erase you from his life. you were his pretty light, the spark of happiness that brought him profound joy. he canât help but succumb to an opportunity of sneaking back in, even in the smallest of ways. besides, the break up didnât end with fighting or hateful words, it was amicable - so, why canât he show any signs of fondness?Â
these excuses come with every birthday, holiday or special occasion. you always receive a thoughtful gift wrapped up in a pretty bow. gojo never includes a card, but the way your heart seizes up tells you that it is from him. it lingers in your mind that he still thinks about you, even though you are trying to move on. your heart fights you on every decision you make. you would meet bachelors who would exude perfection but they donât even come close to the man you once loved. satoru gojo may no longer hold space in your life, but the painful reality is that thereâs a void inside you that only he can fill.Â
geto:Â
the man who stole your heart - thereâs an ache in the place where the muscle once resided. he snatched it away without even knowing, and disappeared into the shadows. you donât hear from him at all, not even a single text or a phone call. the silence is absolutely haunting - he doesnât know the hurt is the reason why you hate him, but how its also a reminder of just how much you love him. he makes time stand still - and your world stops moving.Â
suguru should know better - this way is easier (or so he thinks), he had his reasons (or so he thinks). he spends his days analyzing this decision - dissects it, pries it open and pokes at it in all angles. every conclusion leads to him acknowledging that you deserve far more than what he can give you. but still it becomes his obsession, his source of contention and irritation. itâs not like he hasnât done this before, but why canât he snip the last tether thatâs tugging at his heart?Â
itâs him showing up in the middle of the night, taking in the stunned expression on your face after months of zero contact. he holds you with so much care when he apologizes, begs you to take him back as he whispers sweet words in your ear. youâre not proud of the way you melt right into arms, or how easily you invite him to your bed. you hate that you would let him break your heart a thousand times over, not knowing that heâ'll fight to his last breath just to mend it back together.Â
nanami:Â
messy is the only word to describe the break up. somehow it wasnât even a one sided decision, but a point where neither of you were willing to carry on. the heartbreaking thing is that the two of you didnât just end a relationship, you ended an entire life together. nanami never went into anything half-assed, and that included what he shared with you. now, he sits in his new apartment, most of his things still packed in boxes, and he canât bring himself to settle down. you were the only home heâs ever grown to love and he canât help but think what it was about this particular fight that defined the course of your relationship.
nanami was mature about the aftermath, but his removed behavior made you feel small, made you wonder if he was truly unaffected by the pain of separation. as you divide up your life you ponder if heâs reconsidering the entire decision as well. this whole blow up felt so stupid to you now, a minor blimp in the beautiful story of your love together. you knew he wasnât good at expressing himself in the moment, but when he finally left the key to your place behind, everything came crashing down at once.Â
you both have a hard time referring to each other as exes. you both still speak about one another with such tenderness. your loved ones pushed you both into seeking each other out, but neither of you were willing to disturb the otherâs peace. youâve both done enough damage, caused enough hurt that would last a lifetime. itâs only by chance that you stumble into him at a new coffee shop - like fate itself worked hard to ensure you swung the door open just as he stepped through the threshold, that your bodies collided at the right moment so you can see the missing half of your soul in each otherâs eyes.Â
choso:Â
âcan we at least be friends?â - how were you supposed to say no after you had just broken him. this man whose sweet heart radiated nothing but gold even though his eyes were full of sadness. he didn't ask you questions as to why you felt the need to end this, didnât push your decision even though things were going relatively well. you were so thankful because the extent to which he loved you was petrifiying. you just needed to find yourself for a moment - to catch your breath, and ground your feet after floating on air.Â
itâs hard to ignore that choso shared your body and heart. your friendship is so different, and you canât help but feel like you were tiptoeing around a minefield. he looks at you with immense hope, and that optimism weakens your will. you donât want to sell him any dreams unless you were sure yourself. so you try your best to keep things platonic - you make sure that you are never alone with him for too long, give other suitors a chance for casual flings, and even go as far as setting choso up on a date.Â
youâve somehow convinced yourself that this is good for you both, until choso asks âdo you hate me?â - it hurts seeing him break before your eyes, listening to him question you if youâre doing all this because you donât want him around you anymore. he tells you that it hurts and you donât know how to justify any of your actions by using your fear as an excuse. heâs given you no reason to think he wonât cherish your love, and all you can think about is making him smile. waking up tangled between the sheet with him makes you feel sick. your heart races when his arm squeezes around your waist, when his lips brush softly against the back of your neck and youâre burrowing yourself deeper into this hole with no idea how to make it out safely.Â
#gojo x reader#geto x reader#nanami x reader#choso x reader#jujutsu kaisen hcs#gojo angst#geto angst#nanami angst#choso angst#satoru gojo x reader#geto suguru x reader#kamo choso x reader#nanami kento x reader#jujutsu kaisen fan fiction
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pacifier (s.b.)
pairing: sirius black x younger potter! reader
summary: something about your relationship with sirius black had never sit quite right with you, and now that he's back after two years of travelling the world, you're beginning to think that you'll soon find out what'll happens if the two of you finally fall over the edge of whatever precipice you've been teetering close to all these years. anyway, you've got to work with him all summer, so what's the worst that could happen?
warnings: allusions to sex (minors dni!!!), swearing, cocky sirius and like kind of an annoying younger sister reader (but also that's literally me lol), bad transitions between light hearted banter and angst but i'm trying my best RIP, i imagine sirius to be mid-20s and reader only 3/4 years younger (but everyone is OF AGE), mommy issues if you squint
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note: soooo i'm back :D again :D i'm almost done with second year and actually somewhat ahead with all my papers (with very minimal finals; def recommend being a history major x) and i've just been missing the community so enjoy this! i had this first chapter posted a while back (like maybe a year) but it was actually ass so i've redone it a little :)))) as always, reblogs and comments are MUCH appreciated and i can't wait to interact w/ y'all over this because i have been DAYDREAMING about brother's bf sirius :')
Oh but, babe, you know I've tried and failed But you just don't know how it feels To lose something you never have and never will
âWhat do you mean heâs working at the shop as well?!â you all but screeched, chasing your Mother around the kitchen, feeling a lot like the pesky youngest child you were.Â
âHe needs some help so we offered to give him a job. Honestly sweetheart, arenât you too old for this childish feud?â
âToo old? Shouldnât you be saying that to him? Heâs likeâ thirty or something, and still continues to be the bane of my existence. Fucking Blaââ
Your Mother whirled on you abruptly, brandishing the wooden spoon she was about to stir the boiling pot with right in your face.
âOi, language! I would tell him the same but unluckily for you, youâre my daughter and currently living under my roof, so you get to hear it first.â She gave you a saccharine sweet smile, the kind that had you biting back the urge to roll your eyes.
â--now, heâs been gone for such a long time, and weâre all very excited to see him, so donât ruin this reunion with any more of your tantrums.â
You opened your mouth once more, intent on not letting the argument die there, but your Father bounded into the kitchen at the same moment, ruffling up your hair with a âHey there, kiddo,â before promptly moving on to snake his hands around your Motherâs waist.
âLooking as beautiful as always, my dear,â he cooed into her ear. She let out an uncharacteristic giggle that had you bolting from the kitchen before you were scarred any further.
Your parentsâ tooth-aching affections for each other was just that: sweet, but sickly all the same.
Somewhere inside of you, in between the urge for unattainable perfection and the fear of failure, you yearned for a love like theirs. Something genuine but passionate, able to withstand the test of time.
James, your older brother, had found it with Lily, and their son Harry being a product of their young but no less intense love.Â
You loved that kid like he was your own. Would beg James to let you come over, play with the babbling toddler for a few hours, even going as far as to offer up your weekends, encouraging the young couple to âgo out, live a little!â. But they were about as infatuated with their own child as you were, and had a never-ending supply of friends who were equally as eager to help out.
And one of those always eager friends was currently pounding his stupid fist against your stupid front door, and you were already riled up from the news your mother had broken to you only moments earlier, head pounding and fists balled into shaking fists, that you couldnât take seeing his face quite literally in front of you, as well.Â
You shoved past James, knocking him back a step as his hand reached for the door to let his best mate in. You caught a glimpse of him on the doorstep, the first in almost two yearsâ hair unruly like heâd just rolled out of bed, long, black strands; newly tanned skin blushing under the heat of the sun; those thick, brooding eyebrows that raised up in your direction â eughh.Â
âWhatâs got your knickers in a bunch?â James called at your retreating figure, shouting loud enough to be heard over your heavy footsteps despite the carpeted floor.Â
âAsk your best mate over there!â you answered back with a bite, slamming your room door shut.
âFuck,â he sighed, defeated, yanking his confused friend in and a chucking a thumb towards the stairs. âHowâve you managed to piss her off before you even got here?â he asked incredulously. âPeaceâ we had peace in this house for the past two years since youâve been off, and now lookâ! Itâs a bloody riot!â
âOiâ Iâve done nothing,â he moaned indignantly, hanging his coat and scarf on the gold-crested hooks by the door. â--I think,â he added for good measure after a beat. "I mean, I've only just stepped inside."
Sirius had yet to quite grasp why you got under his skin so quick, squirming between his nerves like a misfired electrical impulse.
Youâd grown up together, spent every waking moment in each otherâs presence when he was at the Potter residence (which happened to be just about always given his own family situation). If books and movies were to be trusted, what with fiction being so reminiscent of real-life, he'd have expected be like some sort of brotherly figure to you.
But even the thought of it had bile creeping up his through, as if it was so unfathomably wrong his body refused to entertain the possibility of it.
So no. Something about you and your irritatingly know-it-all personality, shrill when indignant voice (which was rather often around him), your need to always be right â something about you brought the worse out of him.
Had him constantly searching for something new to point out, to irritate you all over again, hit the nail on your specific head - something to really push you that little bit over the edge.Â
It wasn't even like he enjoyed it, watching you get all huffy, nostrils flared, brows knitted together, face verging on a flushed red. Sirisu was well aware that with every jab the two of you threw at each other, things got a little more out of hand.
Right before he had left, two years journeying through the glades of Scotland, then France, Greece, TĂŒrkiye, India, Taiwan (he'd been close to everywhere), he had made the mistake of aiming a particularly ruthless dig at you, and watching your face crumple, devastated and defeated, it had finally cracked him inside.
But there wasn't anything he could do about it then, what with leaving the next day, and two years later, it seemed a little too late.
The rest of the Potter family didnât share your sentiments about Sirius, and rather adored him immeasurably. Had since heâd taken to hiding out in their house after a particularly brutal fight at home when he was only eleven. Heck, heâd even attended every Potter-family gathering, dinner, birthday, you name it, since then. It was why he came over every Sunday for a roast, pudding and some chat â he could never put into words what your family had done for him, the safety, security, home, even, they'd given him when heâd been lost and entirely clueless of what a real family looked like.
So he made the thirty-minute drive, every Sunday, much to your irritation. He plastered on the biggest smile for your Mum, complimenting every minute detail of the meal she cooked for the family, drank a glass of whiskey and smoked a cigar with your Dad; he was even Harryâs favourite, always humming quiet melodies into the youngest Potterâs ear.
With him away, heâd missed out on the family time he usually looked forward to every weekend. Mondays seemed a lot less dreadful after having a belly-full of Mrs Potterâs food.
Still, heâd sent postcards and printed pictures of everywhere he went, the sights heâd seen, people heâd met. It wasnât the same, not without the lot of you to pester him but heâd needed some time to find himself.
He still wasnât sure if heâd found what he was looking for, but the money had to have run out eventually so he was back home, ready to work and settle down in his life for once after graduating Hogwarts.Â
Sirius followed James into the living room where he found Lily, sipping on a glass of red, sitting by the empty fireplace. Instead, a window had been cracked in to let the temperate wind in.
She perked up as they entered, waving with that soul-wrenching smile of hers that could persuade even the most strong-willed of men into submission.Â
âPads, youâre back!â she called from her seat. "And you've grown a moustache-- interesting choice of facial hair." Sirius, however, raised an eyebrow at her questioningly, ignoring her greeting-slash-judgement as he peered into the empty crib by her side, even going as far as to search under it as if the toddler might have escaped.
âHarryâs gone to bed in the guest room. There was a bit of a shouting match before you arrived,â James explained, sinking into the space beside his wife and pulling her into his side. âActually, now that I think about it, there was a lot of shouting after you arrived as well.âÂ
Lily snorted, snuggling into her husband without hesitation, and Sirius couldnât help but avert his eyes, feeling entirely like he was imposing on an intimate moment as the two of them whispered in the otherâs ear.
âWell, donât mind me. Sitting here, all by my lonesome, no company or polite chatter to partake in, not even my dashing God son to entertain meâ he sighed, dramatically, to no one in particular. James rolled his eyes at his best friendâs antics, chucking a frilly throw-pillow at his face (thatâs what theyâre for, right?) which he just as easily caught.Â
âHar-Har! Ever the clown, Paddy,â James mocked, flipping him off just in time for his Mum to walk in and see.
âJames! Donât aim such crude displays at my son,â she scolded, wrapping her wrinkled arms around Siriusâ shoulders from behind his chair. She leaned down, kissing the top of his head affectionately. Sirius only whimpered in agreement, leaning into her motherly touch and whining on and on about how James was being a right bully.Â
âMy sweet child, Iâve missed you!â She beamed down at him, and that longing Sirius sometimes felt for his own Motherâs approval, her devotion or fondness, it lessened.Â
âBut you didnâtâ He was just!-- You missedâ arghh!â James groaned defeatedly, head flailed back to rest against the sofa, receiving no sympathies from his giggling wife and glaring Mother. âIâm starting to understand why she hates you.â
Siriusâ eyes flashed at thatâ did you really hate him? Had it gotten to that point?
At the mention of your name but current absence, Mrs Potter ordered, âGo call your sister for dinner, Iâve set the table.âÂ
He began to protest, failing to come up with a half-decent reason why he canât walk up the two flights of stairs and pull your petulant frame from your bedâ but Sirius interrupted in time, before James could make any more of a fool himself in front of his own Mother.
âIâll go get her. Got to figure out what I did this time,â he offered coolly.Â
Euphemia, that is, Mrs Potter, had a strict no-apparting rule in her house, had lost too many expensive vases from James and Siriusâ apparition-sprees the second theyâd turned seventeen.
You already had your licence, having been of legal age for some time, and had, since graduating (top of the class, as you tended to point out, much to your Ravenclaw friendsâ dismay) from Hogwarts, found a job at a school in the muggle world, teaching children English Literature in preparation of some exam -- O Levels, youâd called them.Â
Sirius thought it to be some sort of torture device - these O Levels â but youâd smacked him across the head in admonishment with whatever book was in your hand before he could say much else. Having a family-run bookshop made it so that the books, or the weapons (in Sirius' mind at least), were in endless supply for you.
Your love for reading had come from him, your Father, from when heâd stay up till the late hours of the night, hushed whispers under your bed sheet so your Mother wouldnât hear, as he read you the Classics in animated voices that had you completely enchanted. He made sparks fly from the tip of his wand, bright colours that your little eyes couldnât quite get enough of.
You loved being a wizard, were eternally grateful for the world you lived in and the undeniable awe of it all. But words, books, literature â they were enough magic for you, took you to places you could only ever dream to visit, and had you feeling such all-consuming emotions that sometimes, you wondered if youâd ever make it to the end of the page, or chapter, or book.Â
âOiâ your Mumâs put out dinner, sheâs calling you downstairs,â he called through the thick wood of your door.Â
Sirius didnât know why he such an uneasy feeling settled into the pit of his stomach, like he'd swallowed some moldy bread or a particularly strong cider.
He's known you your whole life, watched you graduate from pencil to quill, and then again from Hogwarts.
Two years was a long a time, and the thought of you holding what he had said all those months ago -- what he hadn't meant, not really -- he was dreading the confrontation.
He nudged the door open when you didnât respond, only to find you slumped across your bed, glaring, silently, at the ceiling and the pale-orange ring of light from the lamp on your bedside table.
You certainly looked differentâ older, possibly? He couldnât quite place what had changed, only that he knew something had. In the way you dressed, styled your hair, held yourself. Even the look of your roomâ no longer plastered in repeated patterns of owls and roses, but instead a single wall painted a burnt umber and with the remaining covered in tapestries and muggle band posters hanging across every wall.
A stack of vinyls were shoved into one side of your room, along with stacks of books, some old and missing a few pages, while others were untouched.Â
You heard the door click open, sitting up on your elbows to see a Sirius, oozing an annoying amount of effortless confidence, and leaning against your doorframe.Â
Something in your chest stumbled almost immediately. He looked the same as the day he'd scolded you before leaving, and those stupid, brown eyes of his, like murky swamps you wouldn't be caught dead looking into, were training on you.
Though, he mightâve managed to actually tan, now that you really looked at him, imagining the broad planes of his shoulders, hidden by a thin linen button up, were more sun-kissed than milky-pale now.Â
Except you refused to even entertain the thought. You were not thinking of him or his skin or his bare chest or--
âWhatâs with your face?â you asked, already knowing you'd regret the answer.
âWas that meant to be a greeting?â His eyebrow raised in amusement.
âHi Sirius-- whatâs with your face?â you answered, again, between clenched teeth.Â
âYou changed your room,â was his only response, and really, what did he expect to say to that?
"I did. Figured I'd use your absence wisely," you snarked back, meeting his gaze as you continued, "--you know, finally grow up and all that."
And you hadn't forgotten, but he didn't blame you.
You got up at his lack of silence, walking the few steps up to him, head tilted like a cat, wary of her surroundings but curious nonetheless.
"Was there something you wanted, Sirius?"
And fuck if the way you said his name didn't have him fighting whatever foreign feeling, urge, instinct was shouting at him in that moment.
You walked past, trembling as your shoulders touched, making it all the way to the bottom of the stairs before you had your moment of revelation as well.
Somehow, whether it had been a slow process over his two-year absence or something far more sudden in the past few minutes, he'd wormed his way back between the cracks of your heart, and this time, you worried you wouldn't survive.
The quiet jingle of the bell tickled your ears as you opened the door to the bookshop, dust immediately invading your senses as you fought back a harsh cough.
Your Dad pushed in front of you, forcing the door to stay open by propping a stack of intimidatingly large books in front of it. You laughed silently to yourself, noting how they were all Dickens (he hated Dickens, said his novels were disturbingly boring and unnecessarily detailed).Â
âSo, you can dust a little, and sweep the floor, before we open. Count the money in the till, as well, thatâs very important,â he noted off, and you suddenly wished you had a pen and a pad of paper to write it all down.
It wasnât like you hadnât been helping out at the shop since when you were younger, but this was the first time youâd been granted the responsibility of having it all to yourself (minus the inconvenience that was Sirius Black).Â
You were deemed an adult now â loved to point it out any chance you got, and that meant that your Dad trusted you enough to not hover over your shoulder every time you took a shift. He was working fewer hours, though now, none, as he wanted to finish the novel heâd been writing for the past decade after melodramatically announcing at the dinner table that âItâs time!âÂ
You werenât sure what that exactly meant, but you werenât about to argue with the man paying you an overly generous ten pounds an hour.Â
You didnât need the money for yourself, what with still living at your parentâs house, but you wanted to contribute to the house and expenses and what not, even if it was a minuscule sum.Â
âAnother thing,â he added, stopping, rather abruptly, in front of you, voice worryingly grave as he placed his large palms over either of your shoulders. âPlease,â he begged, brows dipping, âdonât fight with Sirius in front of the customers.â
âI havenât even done anything and youâre already after me,â you objected, pulling back from his usually comforting hold and pulling the broom out from behind the counter. His hands fell defeatedly against his sides as he sighed, standing in your way before you could mope yourself into a tizzy before the work day had even started.Â
âI didnât mean it like that,â he ensured, pulling you into his tight embrace once more. âYou know youâre my number one, sweetheart. Just donât like seeing you so upset.â
James always teased you for being your Fatherâs favourite, and youâd never argue, relishing in his pointed fingers and sneering words, because it was trueâ there was something between you and your Father, an understanding that no one else had clued in on.
He eased your worries like no one else could, smoothed irked creases across your face, replacing them with belly-hurting laughter lines and a grin so wide, you were worried it would fall off your face.
Anyway, James was the same with your Mum. You found her difficult to communicate with, what with her being as hot-heated as you were, so as much as you and your Dad got along, you butted heads with your Mum just as much.
âItâs âcause you two are so similar, like twins, I tell you!â But it did little to calm your nerves around her, or stoke the flames of anger you so often felt.Â
You were about to respond, ready to tell your Dad just how much you loved him, when someone crashed through the door, slamming into the counter you were standing behind. You turned, eyes connecting with your (late) colleague. He looked utterly windswept, as if heâd run â or been chased â the whole way there.Â
âYou okay, son?â your Dad asked, worry shifting from you to the panting, bent-over Sirius.Â
âMe? Ohâ peachy, justâ peachy,â he answered between heavy breaths, waving off his doting hands. âSorry Iâm late, got a little carried away with something and lost track of time.â
You were conscious of how your Dad didnât offer Sirius the same advice, to not pick a fight or argue or whatever it was the two of you did, and you couldnât help but roll your eyes at how he had everyone charmed.
So you busied yourself behind the till, doing as you were instructed and counting the money, writing down the number of each of the bills on a notepad you pulled from the drawer at your waist.Â
Your Dad left soon after, turning the closed sign out front to open as he wished you, and Sirius, good luck.Â
âGuess itâs just the two of us, little Potter,â Sirius pointed out, already sounding bored as he fell into a stool at your side. He leaned his head against his arm, stretching it from side to side as he groaned at his tense muscles.
You didnât mean to stare, swore it wasnât something youâd let become a habit, but your gaze immediately travelled to the exposed skin of his neck, zeroing in on the trail of newly-formed purple bruises down the side.
You snorted, shaking your head at him, slamming the money compartment shut a little too aggressively so that it caught Siriusâ attention. He recognised your expression to be something close to amusement, jabbing you in your side until you were scowling and slapping his fingers away.
âWhatâs wrong with youâ youâre acting like a fucking child,â you admonished, moving out of reach and resting a hand on your hip.Â
âWhyâd you make that face?â he asked instead of answering your question, nodding at you like it was you who had started it.
âItâs nothing,â you went with, hearing your Fatherâs words echoing in your mind from just moments ago. You needed to diffuse the situation before you really got mad, because past that point, you werenât responsible for what you saidâ or did.Â
So you ventured into the aisles of books, a curious Sirius on your heels, following you like a lost, yapping puppy. âIf itâs nothing then why are you running away?â he pushed back.
You ignored him pointedly, stopping to stack a few books and dust along the shelves. No one had come in yet, still too early in the morning for any tourists to stumble upon your admittedly quaint but bursting shop.Â
The sunlight barely filtered past the dense collection of books and mahogany shelves that lined the walls, but the windows stretched to the tall ceilings, and if you went up the spiralling staircase at the centre of the store, youâd find yourself in a cosy loft space, bathed in gold and stuffed with arm chairs and sofas for people to sit and read in.Â
It was your favourite part of the store, and you were seriously debating hiding up there on your first day, just to get away from the walking-plague that followed you.Â
âCome onâ tell me,â he whined, standing too close for your liking. You side-stepped away, brushing a cloth against the worn covers of the Mystery section. He followed suit, returning to his previous position, and this time, you had no way out with the wall of books youâd met.Â
You turned, facing him and finally acknowledged his presence. âYou lied,â you stated matter-of-factly, loving that you actually had the upper-hand with him. As much as you prided yourself with being quick-witted, Sirius always seemed to find a way to stay on-top.
âGonna have to give me something more than that, darling. Lied about what?â he countered, raising an eyebrow at you.Â
You bristled at the endermeant but continued nonetheless.,
âYou weren't busy. You were screwing some girl according to the bruises on your neck,â you stared pointedly at the affected area now, though it was covered by his hair in this position. His hand flew to his neck, as if hoping to shield them from your gaze.
âThatâs none of your business Potter,â he countered, irritated.Â
âIt actually is my business when youâre both late to your job and lying to my Father,â you threw back, shoving forward and relishing in his slight stumble backâ as if he hadnât yet noticed the two of you were so so close.Â
âYou canâtââ his eyes were wide, worried, as he grabbed your elbow, forcing you to meet his gaze, âYou canât tell him. Heâll be so disappointed and I canâtââ
You frowned at the look of genuine distress written so plainly across of his face. If you two were anyone else, you might've let it go.
Might've--
âWell tough shit, Sirius. Youâre an adult, now. This is the real world weâre talking about and not whatever fantasy you've been frolicking about these past two years." You were fuming, unnecessarily so, but both of you knew this was fight had been years in the making.
"I understand you lack the ability to form real, genuine connections but come on, Sirius. You're not a fucking teenager. Grow a pair and take some responsibility for once in your life!"
And really, you deserved it, now that you thought back. His anger was reasonable but your need to poke straight through his ribcage, wrap your fist around his heart and squeeze tight, was not.Â
âFuck you, Potter.â he bit out. âJust because you're not getting any doesn't mean the rest of us have to be equally as miserable."
It was already going to shit, Sirius was well aware of it, but he couldn't get himself to stop. To just shut up.
âMaybe if you werenât so fucking uptight all the time someone might actually give it to you too," his voice now barely above a whisper with his anger deflated as he stared, pained, at your reaction.
And it didnât take long for you to react -- for your hand to fly up and connect with his cheek, hard. You hadn't done anything two years ago but he thinks he saw you consider it. So the fact that you had finally, struck across the face, spoke to how different things really were. How different you were.
"Potter, I--" and he was speechless when he really shouldn't have been. He swallowed, trying again. âIâm sorry,â he whispered then, fighting the urge to look away from your glassy stare. âIâm sorry, Potter. You know I donât mean it.â
What you hated most was that you did know. You knew you both brought out the worst in each other. Only, you could never figure out why that was. Why you wanted to hurl insults at him for every comment or look or the stupid way heâd string together the most perfect sentence and his irritating eyes and mouth andâ
âExcuse me? Is anyone here?âÂ
You inhaled, all sudden, as if only just realising what you had done. You brushed past him without a word, needing, more than ever, to put some space between the two of you. If not for your anger then for whatever pesky emotion was seeping through your cracks.
You were (reluctantly) pulled from wherever your thoughts had been racing to as you called into the store, âJust one moment!â
Sirius debated if this was a sign for him to get back onto a train to anywhere you were not. It didnât matter if he had no money or nowhere to be, but if it meant he could avoid maiming you with his words, he couldnât quite see a way out of his predicament.Â
âSirius!â you shouted again, no longer faking your emotions but rather genuinely just exasperated by him once more.Â
âIâm coming! Iâm coming!â He managed to not get lost in the labyrinth of books, and found you by the travel section, chatting good-naturedly with a blonde in a tight dress.
âHow can I help, doll?â he asked the blonde in question. His one tactic for almost every conundrum heâd ended up in was avoidance. And bloody hell was he good at it.Â
He smiled at her, the customer, doing little to hide his admiration for the legs she had on display. She flushed a pretty pink, averting her gaze, lip between her teeth. Bingo!Â
âChrist, youâre disgusting,â you muttered, mouth pouting and quiet enough that only he could hear.
âOnly for you, sweetheart, only for you,â he bit back, not wanting the currently oblivious customer clue in on their conversation. âSo, how can I help?â
âShe needs that bookââ you pointed to the top shelf, well out of reach. â--the green spine that says Amsterdam, but I canât reach it and the step ladder is too heavy.â
âAlas! Only ever needed for my body, it seems,â he moaned with an irritating amount of flourish.Â
âWhatever it takes to get the book downâ do what you must, Black.â You patted his chest reassuringly, taking your spot, once again, behind the cash register. Â
âSoâ planning a trip are you?â Sirius asked in between excessive displays of strength as he hauled the bulky ladder with a single hand. You glared at the girl as she swooned at him, wanting, rather unreasonably, for her to combust right where she stood.
But that was a ridiculous thought to begin with. You could barely stand to be even within a metreâs distance of the guy, let alone on the receiving end of his affections. You were tired, emotional and dehydrated. Must be. Though a glance at the clock had you realising it had barely been an hour since your day had started.Â
So, maybe just emotional and dehydrated.Â
âIâm going to get a coffee from across the street,â you announced, slugging your tote bag onto your shoulder as you walked past the preoccupied pair. Not waiting for a response, you stepped out into the early morning sun, frowning, for once, at the glare in your eyes and not the irritant youâd left behind.Â
It was easier to refer to him as something pesky, infectious, fungus-like even, rather than the only person who knew how to break your heart (and despite your somewhat impenetrable facade, you let him do just that every time).
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Um. Actually, âïž, Geto is fun. (No offense but skill issue, Gojo. (âïž.))
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Very random impromptu god gojo AU thingy ??? I got the idea 5 seconds before drawing this (: brain emptyâŠ.!! big eyes !!!eyes⊠GOJO? Gojo has eyesâŠ- "BIG" eyesâŠâŠ..,'God' coded? Lets go with that.) and only thought a little while drawing so theres not much lol
But uhm.; So gojo is a young god âą (around 20yo, typical gojo.) but despite that, heâs been overpowering other gods who have been there for thousands of years since the moment he was born (breaking the balance of the world as he does) so thats fun -- gods are immortal but he "doesnt count" yet right? his existence is an insult to the rest of the world. âElders dont like himâ (that goes both for old gods AND old worshipers.) [<âaka âŒïžOVERPOWERED YOUNGSTER OLD PEOPLE DONT LIKE â
(CHECK!) VERY GOJO!]
Theres a worship system thing going on in this AU ; A lot of people are very religious and follow these gods and whatnot (but there are probably groups that reject this lifestyle, or that sought out taboo methods instead, staying away from places where strict laws rule) [hashtag insert worldbuilding] ââ GETO (born same year as « gojo ») HAS BEEN BROUGHT UP IN THIS SYSTEM SINCE A RELATIVELY YOUNG AGE AND IS FULLY EDUCATED ABOUT THE MANNERS AND RITUALS HE SHOULD DO AND BLABLABLA. Theres a hierarchy in the church/cult thing so theres higher ups for him to dislike while politely kissing ass (amen). Idk what he thinks of the gods (itâs between him being a model worshiper that truly has faith in them & him secretly having something against them for some reason, only believing in his own gatekeep girlbossness or somethingÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ )
EITHER WAY. he goes to meet gojo at some point. Probably because he has been asked to. Maybe the story is about (/or at least starts with) elders âą deciding they want to find ways to control / restrain gojo (idk), leading to satosugu eventually teaming up to say fuck that.
Something something geto being « favoured by a god [gojo] » thus having a definite place in this world and gojo feeling like getoâs existence « grounds him » and gives him proper meaning in what to use his strength for and whatnot. Whatever (i doubt im going to write this so im not gonna elaborate lol sorry (i love me some character psychology but đ€đ€)) Something something they are a destined cosmic pair your honour. Hashtag soulmates in every universe including this one HAh
Kind of an afterthought but: Gojo adopting megumi is definitely canon here too so đđđđ (megumi is probably human but idk, as long as theyre wholesome im sold <3<3) SO LIKE, SOME PLOT HAS TO HAPPEN TO MAKE THEM FAMILY YKNOW - but deal with that yourself đ(đ€) (unless i come back to this idea with some deranged brainrot i didnt ask for + the will to create & share itâïž)
(Ps i decided gojo can change size so he can be human sized (oooo sneaky!), but âŒïžâŒïžhe can also be pocket sizeâŒïžâŒïž(i think thats the most important to note thank you v much), hes not stuck on giant mode yay :D)
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Everythings so sketchy haha, BUT GETO YOUR HONOUR! ahâŠno earring on this screenshot tho mybad
#not rly rendered :/ got tired before i got there (might draw another similar thing later with more care tho)#eye thing -- but yeah id prefer a drawing where i went to the extreme (this isnt it)#I WANNA DO BIG BIG GODLY EYES YKNOW? *sighh* later#ćȘèĄć»»æŠ#jjk au#jjk#jjk fanart#satosugu#gojo#geto#satosugu fanart#stsg fanart#stsg#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen fanart#nhoblu narration#i guess pft#gojo satoru fanart#gojo satoru#geto suguru fanart#gojo fanart#geto fanart#geto suguru#ugh im never tagging all that again - never
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