#idk if i even like how this one came out but whatever

[nanamineedstherapy]

Until the end of me: Love is stored in the knife

Ieiri Shoko x F!Reader

Yandere!Gojo Satoru

Summary: Gojo Satoru is obsessed with his best friend's girlfriend. A/N: I have never written a doomed Yuri tragedy before, but that "Good Luck, Babe!" Satosugu edit rewired my brain like a bad phone charger so here we are. As always, the reader has no physical description except being body-abled & femme-coded, so go ahead, hallucinate whatever woman you want. pls be nice but also pls be mean idk i crave engagement like Gojo craves therapy. WC: 1400 exact.

You had never seen Shoko Ieiri smile like that.

Not in the brittle photographs from jujutsu school archives, not in the grimy Polaroids tucked behind her apartment fridge, and certainly not in the autopsy rooms where, between slashes of nicotine and exhaustion, she looked like someone half-consumed by grief’s slow digestion.

But when she smiled at you—really smiled—it was tender, tilted, and rare. She never gave it away for free. She never wasted it on the living, except you.

The first time you saw it, you thought you’d earned it by accident.

Now, months in, you knew better.

“You’re staring,” she murmured, wrist bent against the steering wheel, cigarette forgotten between her fingers.

She had the most careless way of holding danger.

Lit end glowing against the dark interior of the car. Engine off. No hurry. No audience.

You leaned your head against the window. The glass fogged beneath your breath. “You look happy.”

“Don’t spread rumors.”

A joke. But even Shoko, with all her practiced apathy, failed to hide the way her eyes softened when you reached over and threaded your fingers through her hair.

You learned early that nothing about loving Shoko was safe.

Not when you first kissed her behind the morgue, breathless, laughing against the bitter taste of smoke.

Not when she stitched you up after a cursed spirit caught you in the crossfire—steady hands, shaking breath.

Not when she whispered, against your throat, “I could love you until the end of me.”

It wasn’t a promise.

It was a warning.

And you were too soft, too smitten to hear it.

Because for a while, you thought you might be safe like this—entangled in late-night shifts, greasy ramen joints, and the quiet rhythm of someone who had nothing left to give but still tried for you.

You never noticed the shadow behind it all.

You never noticed Gojo.

At least, not the way you were supposed to.

---

You’d met Gojo Satoru the same way everyone did—like gravity had given up, and you were simply being pulled, helpless, toward orbit.

He wasn’t subtle. He wasn’t delicate.

He was magnetic in the most terrifying way. Loud, sharp, far too kind when he wanted to be. And yet, the kindness never reached his eyes when he looked at you.

In hindsight, it was all there.

How he lingered too long when you visited Shoko at Jujutsu Tech.

How he’d show up unannounced with something “for you both,” eyes flickering to yours like he was testing the lock on a door.

How he’d ask Shoko, “How’s your girl?” like you were a pet he could someday steal.

The first time Shoko told him to fuck off, it was funny.

The third time, it wasn’t.

When Shoko stopped joking about it entirely, you felt something crawl under your skin, settling there.

---

The evening you vanished, there was no sign of struggle. Only your phone left behind, a chair pulled out, tea still warm. They told Shoko that maybe you’d run away.

She knew better.

By the time she reached the abandoned train station on the edge of Suginami—a place where Tokyo’s neon bled into gray suburbs—you were already gagged and cuffed inside the shell of a ticket booth.

Gojo smiled at her through the fogged glass. Unbothered. Gentle, even. Like this was a surprise party, not a crime scene.

“Hey,” he said. “You came.”

You blinked, unable to scream, tears already stinging as you thrashed against the zip-ties that chewed at your wrists.

Shoko lit a cigarette with one hand.

With the other, she leveled a gun at him.

Dead calm.

“Open the door.”

Gojo tilted his head. “Shoko, come on. Don’t be like that.”

And then—softly, as if the weight of the world meant nothing—he said, “She deserves better than you.”

Your breath caught.

Shoko didn’t blink.

“Wrong,” she said. “She deserves better than both of us.”

The shot came fast.

He moved faster.

The glass shattered behind you.

You barely ducked in time.

---

You don’t remember much after that.

You remember the smell of cigarettes and wet earth as Shoko dragged you out of the booth by the collar, swearing under her breath.

You remember Gojo’s laugh—cruel, boyish, triumphant.

You remember Shoko slamming you into the passenger seat of her car, blood dripping down her temple, still cracking jokes like you weren’t both about to die.

You remember the quiet, brutal intimacy of her thumb wiping the dirt from your face before flooring it.

“Stay with me,” she said, voice trembling for the first time since you’d met her.

You stayed.

---

Weeks later, you stood together on the balcony of a hotel room under false names, sharing a cigarette you couldn’t stomach but refused to waste.

“You ever gonna leave me for someone safer?” Shoko asked, half-teasing.

You swallowed. The wind burned against your skin.

“You?” You said. “Or him?”

Shoko’s eyes flickered with something fragile.

You leaned into her. “Neither.”

And in that quiet, painful moment, with scars you hadn’t yet begun to inventory, you both knew the truth:

You loved her.

It wouldn’t save you.

But you loved her.

---

It was never about love for him.

It was about possession.

Shoko had what he couldn’t.

A sliver of peace.

Something unspeakably soft.

You.

It was a cheap, stolen night. You remember it now, in hindsight, like a cut that only stings when you brush against it.

You and Shoko in the infirmary, alone, pressed into the rickety cot, her mouth leaving bruises against your breasts, laughing softly when you gasped too loud.

Neither of you noticed the figure outside the door—not until much, much later.

Gojo.

And later, when Shoko finally pieced it together, she only said, bitterly, “Fucking voyeur.”

But by then, it was too late.

He’d already decided.

He wanted you.

And Shoko and you both knew he’d come for you again.

---

When you woke up in an empty warehouse, gagged, wrists roped tight, Gojo wasn’t smiling.

He was staring.

Like he’d been staring for weeks. Months, maybe.

“This could’ve been easy,” he murmured.

The blindfold was off. No infinity between you.

Just blue eyes, sharp and frighteningly empty. “But you’re stubborn.”

You didn’t waste your energy screaming. Shoko had taught you better. Keep it. Save it for when it mattered.

He paced in circles, talking more to himself than to you.

“You would’ve been happy,” he said. “With me. I would’ve given you everything. Everything. Not like Shoko.” His lip curled. “She doesn’t deserve you. I saw how she touched you. Like you were disposable.”

Disposable.

The word curdled in your throat.

That night, behind the infirmary door, wasn’t just some cheap indulgence.

It was the first time you saw Shoko crack open, all the sharpness slipping to reveal a woman who loved you recklessly.

And Gojo—

Gojo had seen it too.

---

The second rescue wasn’t clean.

It wasn’t heroic.

Shoko showed up bleeding.

Shot, maybe. Knife wound. You didn’t know.

Her breathing was shallow.

Her stance, off.

But she still smiled.

“You look like shit,” she rasped, eyes locking on you.

Gojo barely glanced her way. His eyes were still on you. “I told you,” he said softly. “You’ll regret staying with her.”

Shoko’s laugh, delirious and sharp, echoed off the concrete walls. “I regret a lot of things, Satoru. But not her.”

Then everything cracked open.

---

Later, in pieces, you’d remember:

Gojo’s cursed energy erupting, wild and fractured.

Shoko stepping between you and him, swaying.

The explosion—

The collapse of the warehouse.

The way she never once looked away from you.

When you clawed your way out of the rubble, alone, the only sound was rain hitting metal.

You found Gojo first.

Face-down.

Dead.

Not from the blast.

A knife through the heart.

Shoko’s knife.

And then you saw her.

Pinned under concrete.

Breathing—barely.

Her hand lifted, reaching for you.

No words.

Just a look.

Soft.

Like she was apologizing.

Like she was promising.

Like she was loving you, even here, at the end.

You held her hand until it went cold.

---

Weeks later, the news spun stories.

The explosion was blamed on cursed spirits.

Gojo died saving civilians.

Shoko died fighting.

Heroes, both.

No one asked about you.

Not really.

Except for Megumi.

Except for Nobara.

Except for the girls who watched you stare out the window of Shoko’s old office, wearing her jacket like armor.

All Works Masterlist

[dollwhite]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

P.s all works made by me, will be under the tag ‘dollings work’

ALSO my new theme for my blog is Blood rose <3 my blog will be changed on the first. If u were wondering?

Ik this doesn’t scream blood rose buttt close enough!!

I imagine posison ivy is like 30-35

Something you didn’t expect was your close friend poison ivy to call you. You two were very close even with her being 34 and you being 24.

A ten year age difference didn’t seem like a lot, and in reality it wasn’t.

As you answered the call, it felt like something was wrong. It HAD to be ivy, I mean you don’t really have many “close” friends. And you and your family were close but you guys didn’t just call each other on a regular. Unless it’s an emergency like a death in the family.

Plus you come from a small town on like the other side of the world. Your home town basically doesn’t have internet.

“Hello?..” you say the words flowing softly out of your lips.

“[ reader ] heyyy.. you know how about a month age, I did that big favor for you? And u said ‘ Oh Ivy I owe you big time!’” Your friend Ivy said her words coming out a little bit slowed which was a bit weird as she’s a normally fast speaker.

“Hiah..” a little chuckle came from over the phone, you could tell the person was a woman and that she was maybe over a feet away from Ivy. That was also strange Ivy only had a hand full of friends that she could count on one hand.

Now Red Robin was back in the batcave, and he was getting scolded.. All because he decided to check up in that stranger, he gets it he really does but.

Being grounded from patrol, In a huge villain attack?? What is Bruce thinking? It’s obvious he needs all the help he can get. He already has Superman on standby, maybe he also has the justice league?

Who knows.. who knows.

Now time for Tim to get looking for some info on this new stranger. It’s clear she just moved to Gotham, maybe a few weeks back? But that doesn’t matter because he’s going to find out.

Everything.

“Just like the seedd, I don’t know where to go.” A beautiful woman’s voice echoed across the room.

Startling Harley, “now what in the heck was that!”

“That my dear Harley, was my friend.” Poison ivy said. “Now come on, we have to hurry” she added.

Grabbing Harley by her hand, leading her to the cafeteria exit.

“I——what about the guards?” Now don’t get Harley confused, she loved going by the flow.

But Ivy was more of a ‘think now, do later’ type of person. And also she has other friends??

Why didn’t Harley know about her, or-them. Hey! Harley doesn’t judge, if you wanna be called a guy.

But if you look like a girl, she’s going to call you a guy!

“Through dirt and shadow, I grow. Just like the seed”

As they both were passing through the exit, Harley took notice of this weird acting guard.

Matter of fact, all the guards in the cafeteria were acting weird, and the other inmates as well.

Like they’re under some sort of trance? But whatever it was, she didn’t care as long as she gets to lease to your voice she’s good!

……………………………………………………………………

Yeah yeah ik, i have been gone for like what? A month at least. And I can’t promise you guys that I’m going to be posting more often, because we’ll school has fucking kicked the shit out of me, and I had a very difficult situation with two of my close friends. So in all life has been shity to me, this is an old drift I never got around to post, and I’m pretty sure you guys can tell. Cuz it’s low-key trash, because when I made this I was like what half a month of getting into writing. Also I have been spending my time in the hotd fandom! (My favorite characters are the Hightower siblings!) and I might try and writ for hotd, because it’s just interesting to me yk?

But I’m here to say that…. Idk when I’m going to be able to get my ass to write something for you guys! And I hope that you all don’t mind that, I’m also going to try and finish my drifts. Also ao3 has got my heart at the moment(no because there’s so much love for Alicent Hightower there🤭)

See you guys maybe never again! But um y’all known what y’all were going to be getting into when you fucking followed me! And I haven’t been that interested in the batfam, so I might not continue any of my stories on them…..

[pluieasteroides]

songbird au (mumscarian)

i came up with this new mumscarian au (someone help me) and i must share its details with at least one person out here cause i'm going absolutely crazy lol so here are some ideas after the cut! (please note that i don't know the specifics yet; these are just starting points!)

this au would take place in a mix of a steampunk/cyberpunk setting

the watchers are in charge of people's and nations' fates (they're gods); they enjoy causing chaos through wars and battles

watchers control said people and nations through vessels (or individuals) called 'colibris' (which is the plural form of the word 'colibri' and means 'hummingbird' in french; pronounced kol-ee-bree)

each nation has its own colibri; they're highly revered because they are basically the watchers' prophets. they are high-status (like royalty). they're singers, though their songs and words persuade others and manipulate people's emotions! thus, they realize watchers' prophecies and fulfill their goals

grian is a colibri! he resides in the capital of his nation, hermitiapolis (placeholder name). he absolutely hates being a colibri, though; he feels like a plaything, like a mere toy, and hates causing people's misery

mumbo is his bodyguard; he despises seeing grian suffer because of his nature, and is ready to do whatever that's in his power for grian to finally feel happiness (grian appreciates the thought but cannot help but feel as if it is useless, especially because watchers are always watching and using grian for propaganda)

grian and mumbo are in love huehue ;; though it's controversial, so they keep their union a secret (especially because no one is supposed to touch colibris - but watchers - and 'touched colibris' are considered 'tainted' and 'impure' by watchers) (it's a sacrilege) (the watchers know tho... they're always watching mwuahaha - great starting point for lots of angst and drama me thinks)

before they can even concoct a plan to escape the capital though, an assassin infiltrates the palace and threatens to kill grian

the assassin is (of course!) scar :D

scar is part of a group of assassins who wish to annihilate watchers (and, consequently, the first step in their plan is to murder colibris)

mumbo, scar, and grian then come to an agreement: they escape the capital and begin their journey across the world in hopes of finding a way to harm and potentially kill the watchers without necessarily killing colibris

eventually, scar falls in love with waffle duo, and waffle duo reciprocate his feelings (squeals)

evidently, the watchers are mad at grian's attempts to reject his nature, but they cannot really harm him or kill him since they need him for their purpose (lol). because they can possess colibris (and take over their bodies and thoughts), they decide to control him from time to time and make him sing to scar and mumbo to hurt them through persuasion and emotion-control

scar has magic that sometimes allows him to resist the call of colibris, though (don't know how, don't know what, but he does lol - still working on that!)

grian is even more horrified, then, because he truly doesn't know what he's fully capable of (and he's hurting the ones he loves ;;)

as for appearances, i had this vision where grian was wearing a golden mask and golden headphones (with wings on the sides). holograms would be part of the elite class' common attire, and so people would add non-existent accessories to their appearances. therefore, grian would have 'fake' golden wings; he cannot fly with them, they're only for appearances

i'm thinking of making grian trans for this au as well... he would be afab and would identify as a man

scar would most probably be on the ace spectrum (like myrsexual and/or greysexual)

they're all poly! :P

general colours for this au are dark purple, gold and white (idk i like to associate random things to aus to make it more fun lol)

let me know what you think! i'm planning to write a series of drabbles or a long fic for this au cause i love it lots huehue :> send questions/comments through the ask button if you feel like it! :D

[bonobones]

💘💓🩷

my oc zo as a barbie comicbook cover! original below

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[wybienova]

dream visit (nostalgia) - a 2nd anniversary katfl comic

[mohntilyet]

Personal headcanon about the "you picked the wrong dellamorte" line, I don't think illario actually likes rook outside the context of them being someone close to lucanis. Like rook on their own isn't much to him, but when they meet it's yet another person talking about his cousin (why isn't he good enough for whatever job they're hiring for?) and on top of that they somehow bring him back from the dead (another whole can of worms for illario). Now he starts turning on the charm, but whether he's actually interested or this is just one more thing his cousin has that he doesn't and it gets under his skin, who knows. Either way, rook ignores illario, the guy who lives off his charm, and is instead interested in the guy who's never even dated before and thinks giving someone a knife is how to flirt. Infuriating

NO THANK YOU !! i am genuinely sorry if i have ever implied illario is into rook like i see some takes about it and unless it like ties into your rook's personal backstory i don't seriously think he's romantically jealous. at all. my enjoyment of that line stems from illario's pathological need to make it about himself and not see his strengths but what lucanis has, and therefore what he doesn't. he's annoyed enough to try and goad you in the middle of a fight about the 'wrong' dellamorte and completely blind to the fact that the venatori are at best, a stupid fucking alliance, and at worst, a cult that will devour the crows from the inside out and illario would have been the one to give them the keys. he sees lucanis make allies, needs his own, and instead of charming the other talons/houses as he should, he (probably spitefully) picks the venatori. or maybe he just thought it would be easier. ugh he makes me want to telekenetically throw him around

[coconut530]

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️Pride, 2024🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

Lesbian flag colors taken from the flag made by Emily Gwen

[yellllowstar]

slowly I'm recovering the beauty of discovery

(creature by half•alive)

(textless + timelapse below cut)

[bucephaly]

It really is frustrating and a little funny how like... people will know full well that cherokee princess great grandma stories exist and aren't true. And that fake family stories in general exist. But people will be So sure that Theirs is the exception and is true for whatever reason, be it that they arent white, it doesn't say 'princess', it has a 'reasonable' story with it like 'they were adopted by a white family' or 'they hid and changed their names', they have photos of someone with tan skin, their family has 'high cheekbones, their dad went to powwows, etc etc etc there are so so many random things people use to justify these stories. Like ok, but do you know this ancestors name? Do you know where they were born? Do you know what year the trail of tears happened??? Do you know anything about cherokee history at all besides the trail of tears is an event that happened? Cuz honestly a chunk of these stories can be at least partially debunked with no genealogy just because the time period or location isn't right. Like 'my cherokee great grandma was sent to a residential school' she was born in Kentucky and continued to live in kentucky?? 'My great grandma told me she was on the trail of tears' the trail was 186~ years ago how old are you??? It's like. Can you do Any Tiny Bit of actual research into our history. If it's a big enough deal to you that you feel the need to talk about it whenever anything native or cherokee comes up, you can do the research I promise

[alienglowgarden]

dav update: ok I think my brainworms are safe. It sucks.

[deus-ex-mona]

pretty minor thing to think about, but i find it interesting how chapter 7 is the first chapter illustration to show chizuutan as chizuru (instead of chuutan)

like, i get it’s a flashback chapter, but we hardly got to see her as chizuru in the previous few chapters thus far… maybe we’ll get to see more of her as her true self after the hiyori fight/make up? only future chapters may tell, i guess…

[dreamsy990]

i drew silly gijinkas of my dogs

the dogs in question

[lokigodofaces]

It sucks when you learn something new which might be the answer to a question you've had for a while but you don't even know where to start to see if it really is the answer.

[bearenjoyers]

sorry im just thinking about bcs but like. why not add a few smaller scenes of gus interacting with his own men? why does it seem like, in comparison, mike is almost immediately elevated to a higher status than those two in bcs purely because we actually get to see him having normal conversations with gus? like i understand they might not keep the plot moving as well because of the fact obviously if victor is currently doing something it’s because gus told him to etc. but for the most part all of the smaller interactions gus does have with those two ends up being in a somewhat high stress situation where it feels very tense between everyone. and it’s just like damn! is it always like that?? why do those two even care that much about their jobs if their boss is a bit of a dick? etc. i think even an additional scene or two with those guys (either alone or the both of them) talking with gus in a more normal situation could’ve both added a bit more depth into how gus treats his employees (we got a lot with how he treats lyle and co., but not a whole lot with the illegal side of things), how comfortable vic and tyrus feel around him in a calmer setting, and exactly why they both feel the need to be as loyal as they are to the guy.

and also on the other side of this i don't think it'd hurt to maybe elaborate on their pay just a bit..? i'm not saying to randomly put a number out into the atmosphere but i just mean some smaller things like. do they buy nicer things for themselves? what's their housing situation? what's their car situation? are the escalade / yukon their own vehicles or does gus just use those two for business situations? do they use them when they're doing their own stuff off the clock or do they have their own cars? etc. that can also help with understanding their motivations a bit. don't get me wrong i don't think they should be visibly rich or something because that's not what gus would want but just smaller things! cause it's easy to write their loyalty off as Well they probably get paid super well, which i'm sure is true, but if they don't show a single hint of that then what's the point. even something as simple as giving tyrus a nice watch, or maybe victor having a nicer looking gun, etc. something small like that. because as it stands right now the average 41 year old viewer who watched the show once only knows and will only ever know victor and tyrus as those two guys in the background who do random stuff for gus with no clear motivation. just the personification of "On it boss (salute emoji)". and to be honest this is true for a whole lot of fans who do watch the show multiple times and enjoy thinking about it more in depth, because on screen we barely have anything about the two.

and to be clear i'm not trying to say we should have an episode just for them or something like no i understand they're side characters. i understand we don't need all that. and i understand this is also primarily Jimmy's show. but it's not like these two are on the same level as like, arlo or paige and kevin etc. these guys have been around since brba. victor was literally introduced in the same episode gus was. and they are a huge part of gus's story, especially in brba. s4 wouldn't have been what it was without victor and tyrus. and in bcs, ignacio's situation wouldn't have been the same if it weren't for victor and tyrus as well. and i just personally believe that if their goal with gus in bcs was to go back and elaborate on how everything came to be and show what he was like a few years younger, they could've dragged victor and tyrus into that. and i think his character would've benefited from taking that extra step with those two.

[starbuck]

“i like this thing…” cool, that’s great! me too!

“… in the later parts when it got better!” FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

[uchiha-gaeshi]

Now that I think about it, my college's party scene was super shit...