#my entire blog needs to be exorcised

[zestials]

@cttncndi x. a gift.

[teatreeoilll]

|| Missions (Gojo Satoru X Reader) ||

(Reposted from my old blog which I don't have access to anymore (thanks Tumblr), if you liked it reblogs or likes would be appreciated to get me back on track since I've lost all my followers and half my work :(

There's not much to do after Geto leaves everyone heartbroken, (mentions of geto X reader).

MDNI just in case; language, mentions of sexual acts. So much angst.

"Coming back?" Gojo laughs at the sentiment, he runs his hand through his hair, but it just keeps falling back to cover his eyes. He knows he shouldn't say it, but he feels sorry for you, almost as sorry as he feels for himself. He looks at you, replacing the bandages on your arm, trying to keep your wound sanitary until someone finds Shoko.

"Yeah, you just saw him - you and Shoko. When's he coming back?" You wince at the pain radiating from your arm to the rest of your body.

"Suguru's not coming back."

"Then bring him back," you hiss at him, "what's the use of all that power if you can't even do that?"

Gojo knows you don't mean it. He knows you're hurt because you were away when Geto finally called because of your nasty habit of keeping your phone off when you're away on missions. But even though he knows you don't mean it, he's not in the right mood to exercise any self-control.

"Not my fault he didn't want to fuckin' see you, is it?"

"Get out," you try to keep your composure, but anger bursts through easily a moment later, "Get the fuck out!"

When Shoko comes, you're the only one left in the infirmary. The floor is full of bandages you tried to wrap around your wound but kept ripping up, too tense to put them on gently.

She picks them up silently while listening to the sobs you try to muffle by burying your face in the palms of your hands. Unlike Satoru, she doesn't say a word. Even her cursed technique couldn't mend a broken heart, and words seemed futile.

"He didn't call me," you turn your puffy eyes to her, to which she promptly stops her actions, "He didn't text, he didn't say anything. He had no problem fucking me in the showers because he was so sad, and you know baby, you're the only thing keeping me sane," you grumbled, imitating Suguru's deep voice with a raspy tone, "'keeping me sane' my ass."

And just as you wished she'd say something like 'Suguru said he tried to reach you', or 'He said he was sorry', she simply took your wounded hand in hers, "Don't move, okay?"

-

It's been three full months. Three months was longer than your entire relationship - if one could even call it that - with Geto Suguru. You kept your distance from everyone but Shoko, going in and out of Jujutsu High almost daily.

"Let me take this one," Gojo meets you when you come out of Yaga's office after a quick mission debrief. You walk past him, but he easily matches your pace, following you down the hallway. "Come on, you look like you need a day off."

"I'm fine," you walk faster now, there's a limit to how long he'd follow you, isn't there?

"Yeah, you look just as fine as me."

You stop in your tracks at his comment. Only when you finally turn to look at him, do you notice the remnants of dark circles under his eyes and the light creases on his uniform, giving him an uncharacteristically disheveled look.

"Satoru, you look horrible," you mutter, widening your eyes.

Gojo laughs, putting a long arm over your shoulder, "Me? Have you looked in the mirror recently? If you keep looking like that, someone might accidentally exorcise you."

Something about his demeanor lifts the horrible mood you've been in, you burst out laughing at his statement, "Exorcise me?" You breathe, still smiling, "You're so pale they might accidentally bury you."

He lets his arm hang loosely over your shoulder, "Go to sleep, I'll take this mission. Shoko said she's tired of seeing your face in the infirmary every other day anyway."

"She did not say that!"

"Well, she didn't say that, but I'm sure she wants to."

-

Gojo was quite sure that taking the load of missions you've put upon yourself would make you feel better, and that doing something for someone else would help him focus on anything else. Unfortunately, the consequences were quite the opposite. Your days moved slowly and uneventfully, trapping you in a constant state of reminiscing in the familiar environment you desperately wanted to get away from.

Gojo was gone for days at a time. After a while, you decided to camp out in his room, waiting for his eventual return. You already drifted to sleep on a chair in the corner when he opened the door.

"Got our rooms mixed up?" You jolted awake at the sudden voice, seeing Gojo's outline take his shoes off at the entrance to the dark room.

"No, I was waiting for you," you muttered, still wiping the sleep off of your eyes.

"Oh - as much as I'd love to, I'm not doing this to get any favors back."

You frown at his comment, "stop taking my missions, Satoru. I agreed to it just that once."

"You look like you're finally getting enough sleep." He settles himself on the bed, taking his jacket off.

"It's because there's nothing to do but sleep, I think I'm going to lose it." You get up from the chair, making your way to the door, "thank you, but please tell Yaga you'll stop covering for me."

"Ah, don't thank me," the small smile he has on his lips is illuminated by the dull light coming off the alarm clock on his nightstand.

"No, really. Thank you." you smile back at him.

"No, don't thank me, 'cause I'm not going to do it."

"You what?" You freeze, "It's not funny."

"That's good, because I'm not joking."

"I don't think you understand, I'm not asking you - I'm telling you." You make your way to the middle of the room, standing above his bed, looking down on his unbothered expression.

"I don't think you understand, I'm not giving you back your missions until you get your act together. D'you want me to call Ieri to count the amount of times you were close to losing a limb?"

"I don't think it's for you to decide just how together my act is."

"Then who's it for, huh? You clearly can't. Now, d'you mind? I'm tired." He gets up from the bed to fix up his sheets, paying no mind to your growing impatience.

"I'm not leaving until you give me back my missions," you cross your arms.

He shrugs you off, opening a drawer to pull out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. You try to ignore the heat rushing to your face as he shamelessly starts to change in front of you.

"Quit it, Satoru." You're mesmerized by the way the muscles on his back move when he pulls the top of his uniform off, throwing it on the chair you were sleeping on moments ago, before putting on a gray t-shirt. When his hands reached to unzip his trousers, you grabbed his arm, trying to pull it away from performing the action, "Quit it!"

He shakes your hand off of his, finally turning to you, locking his eyes with yours, "I'll quit it when you stop moping around."

"I'm not moping!" You exclaim so suddenly that it even startles you a bit.

"Yeah, sure you're not." His eyes inspect your face.

"I'm not." You pull back your shoulders in a desperate attempt to seem more assertive.

"M-hmm," he utters, his face leaning closer to yours, a knot forms in your stomach when you see his eyes shift their gaze to your lips. You find yourself drawing closer to his lips, tipping your body just slightly forward, close enough to feel his breath on your skin.

"I'm not," you're so close your lips brush against his when you whisper, your hands run up his back, lifting his shirt, your cold fingers sending a chill up his spine. He presses you against his chest in one swift move, locking you within his arms before pressing his lips to yours.

"You better not," he breathes into your mouth.

-

"Does it mean I can have my missions back now?" you look at his crimson-colored face, still panting softly.

"After that? You can have mine too," He laughs.

[lees-chaotic-brain]

Hello! i hope you're doing fine :D

May i request: #6 with bubblegum pink?

— maybe.. Yuuji got paired with Reader for a mission and he got hurt, then when the Reader is about to help him.. Itadori realizes there is a flower blooming on the Reader's skin at same spot as his wound is located.

(that's just what came up on my mind when i read the plot haha! sorry for my bad English.)

— p.s ; i love your works! please take your time, and take care~ ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎🌷͙֒

Aww, thank you so much! I'm doing well, thanks for asking! And your English is great, I don't know what you're talking about :)

Trust You (Yuji x Reader)

CW: slight swearing, injury, mentions of blood loss, fluff and cuteness

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Hellloooooooo!"

Gojo bounced into the classroom, grinning like a maniac.

Turning, you looked at him over your shoulder.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Oh, I have a mission for you and Itadori! How exciting is that?!"

"Stop taking advantage of us and dumping your missions on us."

Megumi grumbled from the back of the room.

Gojo gasped dramatically, flinging a hand across his forehead.

"Why my dear Megumi! I would never!"

In an instant his entire attitude changed.

"Besides, you and Itadori don't mind, right?"

He looked at you, doing his best puppy dog eyes.

"Uh...sure. It's no big deal I guess..."

You said awkwardly, not wanting to be disrespectful.

"Great then it's settled. You leave in an hour. Meet me out front then!"

He clapped his hands, then vanished, probably off to go bother Nanami.

As soon as he was gone, you groaned and dropped your head onto your arms.

What did you just get yourself into?

How were you going to work with Itadori without letting your ridiculously large crush get in the way?

"Hey guys!"

A head of pink hair appeared in the doorway.

"What'd I miss?"

You squeaked, turning bright red and turning your face away.

You were screwed.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Yeah, you were 100%, totally screwed.

The mission had been going relatively well, and you were just about to exorcise the curse with your cursed technique when it landed a hit on Itadori and sent him crashing through multiple walls.

"ITADORI!"

Panicked, you summoned all of your cursed energy and used your technique one last time, finally managing to finish the damn thing off.

However you didn't have time to celebrate your victory. The instant the curse dissolved, you were off, scrambling over debris and frantically searching for your classmate.

"Itadori! Itadori! Are you okay? Where are you? Yuji!"

"Over here!"

A head popped out of the rubble and grinned at you.

"Yuji!"

You screamed, hurling yourself at him and helping him to move the rest of the rubble that pinned his lower body out of the way.

"Hang on- we'll get you out of here. It's fine, you're gonna be fine-"

"I know."

Yuji gave you a sweet smile.

"I trust you."

Your eyes filled with tears, and you smiled back at him.

"Thanks Yuji."

When he was finally completely free, you scanned his entire body, frantically checking for any sign of a serious injury.

Other than a particularly nasty gash on his left leg, you couldn't find any obvious injuries that needed immediate treatment.

"I'm going to have to bandage the cut on your leg."

You informed him as you ripped your pant leg off to use as a makeshift bandage.

"I just want to limit the blood loss-"

You were cut off by Yuji's delighted little gasp before he gripped your wrist, stopping you.

"What is it?"

"Your leg..."

Glancing down, your eyes widened.

In the exact location Yuji's wound was located on his leg, a sprawling pastel red flower graced your skin.

Looking back up, you made eye contact with Yuji.

"Is that-"

The two of you looked back down at your leg, gaping.

"I think so..."

Snapping out of his daze, Yuji pointed at a scrape on your back, before turning around.

"Here. Check me. It should be around the upper part of my left shoulder blade."

Nervously, you lifted the back of his uniform, holding your breath in anticipation.

Peeling back the last couple inches, all the breath whooshed from your lungs as you laid eyes on the delicate vine of flowers across his upper left shoulder blade.

"What is it?"

Yuji twisted to look at you, concern shining in his eyes, his expression...hopeful?

"Is it there?"

"Yeah..."

You breathed in astonishment.

"It's there. Oh my god, Yuji - Oof"

You were cut off by him flinging himself against you.

"This is the best day of my life."

He sighed happily, nuzzling into your neck.

"My crush is my soulmate..."

You froze, unable to believe what you were hearing.

"You-you have a crush on me?"

"Uh-huh."

He mumbled, leaning against you more.

"I-I like you too."

You mumbled shyly.

"S'good....."

He muttered, slurring his words.

"'M...little dizzy..."

He promptly passed out.

"SHIT! HIS LEG!"

You had completely forgotten all about his leg.

After wrapping his leg with the makeshift bandages, you lifted him onto your back, and began staggering towards the border of the veil.

You would get your soulmate to Ieri. You had to.

After all, he trusts you.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

[selamat-linting]

There are millions of things that were once considered supernatural that have since been proven as scientific reality. Platypuses, for one.

At some point "I don't believe in the supernatural" becomes "Science has already discovered everything there is to be discovered".

Which is factually incorrect.

One could argue that space aliens are supernatural. They are also incredibly likely to exist, somewhere out in the infinite expanse.

You don't just believe that magic isn't real, you also believe that if something is real it cannot be magical.

In a world where children's laughter exists?

How silly of you.

maybe you should understand the context of what im writing first asshole. in my country, we have faith healers, people who say they can fix a stroke with a massage, people who believe the stars align someone's career and personality, people who claim they can double money with some chants and help from djinns, people who put graveyard soil on their competitors' shop. people who ate convince thousands of severely ill people to stop chemo treatments to drink prayer water. people who collect gemstones and call it magic then sell it to a high price for desperate people down on their luck. and sooo many grifters saying they could speak to the dead. that is the "magic" im talking about. where in the world did i refer to magic as a metaphorical descriptor for something beautiful?

"magic" in my life, is a code for grifters, people using the naivety, desperation, and grief of others to drain them of money, giving them false hope, or worse. you have no idea how many cases of parents that were misled by local witch doctors saying their kids arent actually dead forever in the woods, theyre just taken to the realm of invisible beings and will come back someday. or mentally ill people and neurodivergent kids literally tortured in an effort to exorcise ghosts and bad spirits. spiritual gurus sexually harrassing vulnerable women for cleansing/ritual purposes, or faith healers and mediums who realized they cant keep up the lie anymore so they started killing and raping their clients. do you want me to send you a fucking of all that news stories that happen in my country? my country doesnt need more magical thinking, we need scientific and secular education, and a conscious effort to get rid of those superstitions or else we'll be stuck praying to various entities and magic items instead of actively revolting and working together to make a better country.

also where the fuck did i say science has already discovered everything? im saying im a skeptic, that means i believe everything has a scientific explanation, but that doesnt mean science have already figured everything out nor that its free of criticism. i dont doubt i will die with the knowledge that we only know so little about the universe we might as well call ourselves cavemen.

also where the fuck did i bring up aliens you freak?

forgive me for assuming but, let me guess : you skim read my personal post and instantly paint me as a stuffy skeptic bro who adheres to reason and hates whimsy despite barely knowing me or my life. youre shadowboxing over someone you created in your head but youre convinced youre fighting me. well i may be wrong so i apologize beforehand

but anyway, i hope youre just a stranger who never reads this reply. if youre not, then you really should have read my pinned post before deciding to follow my blog or be my mutual. i already write it down there that im critical to any form of magical thinking and supernatural bullshit. leave my fucking blog if you cant handle it.

but no matter who you are, i hope you got scammed by a faith healer and had a botched suicide attempt after realizing youve fucked up your entire recovery process and lost all of your money and potential. or yknow what, cut the middle man. just kill yourself tonight. youre into magic right? you believe in those signs of the universe and lucky numbers stuff? cmiiw but if its true i hope you know that this is a sign from the universe to kill yourself.

[excessexorcism]

i changed my name

I've officially changed my blog's name to "excessexorcism". Let me explain why.

"Marginalhoarder" had its time and served its purpose effectively. It encapsulated my journey of decluttering and reflected the state of my life and mind. I chose it because I didn't consider myself an extreme hoarder, but I did grapple with sentimental attachments to things like bookmarks or well-worn sweaters. I needed a platform to sort my thoughts and potentially receive feedback. However, as time went on, I began to question whether it accurately represented my values and intentions.

The words "Marginal" and "Marginalized" may share a linguistic root, but they carry distinct meanings. Although no one expressed concerns about it, I started feeling increasingly uneasy. I am a white person, and I don't belong to a traditionally marginalized group. Continuing to use a name that might imply a connection to experiences and challenges I haven't personally faced felt disingenuous, especially when discussing abundance in my life.

I recognize just how fortunate I am to grapple with the "problem" of abundance, while so many others face entirely different, more pressing challenges. And while I'm content to part with items that need to move on, that could find better use elsewhere, or that merely clutter my life, it's also essential to clarify that I am not a minimalist. In fact, I think minimalism can be a scam. My aim is to create a more functional life for my cluttered brain, not to blindly follow minimalistic trends.

So, welcome to "excessexorcism." It's lighter, a little bit spooky and tells you that I'm here to exorcise the excess from my life, not to embrace minimalism, but simply to bid farewell to the clutter that's been weighing me down.

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (474): Tue 4th Jun 2023

Ant and Dec have announced they will produce a reboot of Byker Grove. It’ll be interesting to see how they work around the fact that in the final episode of the original show the characters all discover that they are just fictional characters in a TV show. I imagine they just won’t mention it. What I don’t get is how come Ant and Dec never turned up to the finale? They showed up for Geoff’s funeral so it stands to reason they should be able to return for the death of the entire show!  In school I had to write a report on the Battle of Britain but couldn't be bothered so instead I turned in a screenplay I wrote called "PJ Gans Mad" where PJ from Byker Grove gets an eye transplant from a dead serial killer who possesses PJ and makes him kill the other Grovers. Speaking of Ant and Dec I remember seeing a documentary on Michael Barrymore where they said one of the reasons ITV resisted bringing him back is that a lot of their adverts are for travel shows and involve swimming pools. This is a bit rich because I imagine that there are some car adverts in between shows featuring Ant McPartlin.

I had an appointment with the physiotherapy clinic at the university tonight. The lass asked me about the issues I’ve been having with my neck and explained about the surgery and the fact that my neck was still uncomfortable. Annoyingly after all this she asked me what I expected to get out of physiotherapy. I mean, surely this is covered in day one of physio school right? This is like a chef asking someone in their restaurant what they are looking to get out of food. She asked me what I did for hobbies and I told her that I was going to Jiu Jitsu classes before all this shit with my neck started. I do have other hobbies but I doubt she need to know about my attempt to read every Edgar award winning novel. As she was massaging my back she asked why my calf muscles were so big and I told her it’s because I go running quite a lot. She asked me why I didn’t mention this when she asked me about my hobbies and I said it was because running is not a hobby. I fucking hate running but I do it so that I don’t get so fat that I die of a massive heart attack. Anywho she ended up giving me a load of other stretches to do with n order to strengthen my spine and blah blah blah. I knew I should have gone to a fucking chiropractor. I’ll give these exorcises a go but I know for a fact they’re not going to make a bit of difference.

[we-all-implode]

implosion at the end of the world

implosion at the end of the world is an upcoming interactive novel about horrible coping mechanisms, demons, and all the drama that comes with being in your twenties…

content warnings for drug use (and drinking!), stalking, sexual content...! (plus more? i still need to outline anyways...) 18+ readers only!

you are an average 25 year old… or at least you’re sure you are. By now, it would be very embarrassing to continue making being an orphan your entire personality; even though your parents did disappear when you were 12. That’s basically old news though, you’re still working on the residual trauma with your therapist.

There’s just one thing though, ever since then, you’ve gained strange… abilities. You’ve always thought they were quite unhelpful. You can never activate them consistently, even now. They only seem to appear when your emotions are quite strong.

It gets worse, though. You have a demon attached to you. And you have no idea how to get rid of it. Nothing you’ve tried so far can get rid of it, and it keeps implying that its targeting you on purpose. To what end, you’re scared to think about that. Even though you have a good guess. Surely now, it would be good to mention your stalker, too. It’s seriously only wednesday…

character customization <3! all the basics! plus neopronouns!! decide what your powers manifest as!

play detective and figure out where your parents went! or dont? i mean, they did abandon you...

play detective but just be nosy. get into mischief. there will be lots of it.

try to exorcise a demon before things get worse up there!

join a secret society (fun!)

absolute silly shenanigans. my brand first and foremost.

soojin choi // 24 (pronoun selectable)

your best friend (and only friend) and roommate. you've know them since you graduted high school. blissfully unaware of your life troubles, but you can tell that won't be for long.

cinnamon roll that looks like a cinnamon roll, etc etc.

always willing to bail you out from jail...!

nayeli amador // 24 (she/her)

your on again/off again girlfriend of..... 10 months...? (bad partner! bad partner!)

currently off, because she is so tired of your shit

other than that she is a very lovely lady.

hopefully nothing goes wrong here.

amvrosiy maksimov // 20-something (he/him)

oh this absolute fucker.

would be the slasher in the slasher film

somehow HE'S noticed your powers, and he has a vested interest in speaking with you.

probably has your best interest in mind?

befriend him or befoe him, or just fuck him, it's all up to you.

châu phan // 25 (they/them)

nayeli's friend

you are vaguely aware of them...

they hate your guts though.

who doesn't.

the demon // !??!?!!! (???/???)

from what you've gleaned, someone has set this demon upon you, and it has one goal in mind, and will stop at nothing to achieve it.

absolutely does not have your best interest in mind. the demon has your worst interest in mind. the demon wants you to fail.

how long have demons been real and who the hell is angry enough to bind one to you?

find out...

...and more!

hiiiii!! my name is mars!

im 22! my pronouns are they/he. this is my first interactive fiction novel. implosion at the end of the world is the final form of my first idea. it's slowly gotten sillier and sillier, from a more scarier demon possession story, to whatever this is. i hope you'll have as much fun reading as i will have writing this.

demo (TBA) // playlist // some other tag...! we're still editing this blog!

[thekatebridgerton]

Ok but ghost book!Bridgertons though, imagine an AU where they are lingering around their descendants aka show!Bridgertons. Nobody can see them… but the spouses, who are terrified. The ghost happily pester them and they snap at them to not possess the show!bridgertons.

for a little context dear readers, Anon is talking about this post:

but to go a little bit further, can you imagine the identity crisis for the bridgertons if their crushes start befriending the ghosts????

I don't know if any of you guys have seen the Korean Drama 'oh my ghost' where the main character gets possessed by the ghost of a virgin who wanted to have sex before she died. So the ghost is basically super horny for the male lead, and among other things, wants to sleep with anyone, while in the main character's body.

A lot of fans main gripe with the series is this: did the Male lead fall inlove with the Female Lead because of her own personality (which wasn't that much to begin with?) or did he fall inlove with the ghost that was possessing her and giving her confidence to go after what she wanted?.

So if were going for a ghostly possession au of Bridgerton. I want an entire arc that is just modern Anthony, Colin and Benedict wondering if Kate, Penelope and Sophie like their ghostly ancestors better.

I'd love this au specially for Polin, because we all know Book Colin is twice as intensely devoted to Penelope than show Colin and it would really be a tough battle. Penelope would indeed find herself falling halfway inlove with the slightly unhinged ghost who is all 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that

Meanwhile Sophie is terrified of the ghost who ..wants her to be his mistress, like why??? it's the 21st century, they're called girlfriend's now!! get a grip idiot. She always knew modern Benedict needed to get reality check, but possessing him against his will IS NOT THE WAY

Kate may like ghost Anthony, but he's getting exorcised, she's got tamil ancestry and she doesn't mess with spirits, specially possibly evil spirits who look like the idiot who is trying to marry her sister.

yeahh this au would se so much fun, and that's the tea

(also, sorry for the lack of posting lately, I've been so busy with work, that my lack of presence in tumblr should tell you how little time I've had to sit and relax since this blog is sort of my refuge from stress)

[eternalsimp]

Cursed Fears (pt 2)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Smut

Word Count: 3703

Warnings: NSFW 18+, Aged up Megumi, mentions of violence, character death, swearing, use of female pronouns and anatomy, angst, slight praise kink, oral sex (f. receiving) Minors DNI.

Author Note: This is a sequel but it can be read as a stand-alone. pt 1 is up on my blog and pt 3 will be posted soon.

Megumi’s POV

Everything was dark and the smell of blood was overwhelming. I couldn’t tell where I was exactly, I knew I was in the domain of a special grade but I was sure I had gone home to y/n. Nobara, Yuji, and I had exorcised a second-grade curse and had called it a night. So where did this domain come from? How did I get here? I could swear I could hear thunder crack every now and then, but I can’t even remember if there was a storm when I was here with Yuji and Nobara. Where was Gojo when I needed him? I stumbled through the darkness blindly before I was met with a sight that made my heart drop.

Sukuna sat lazily on his throne, his red eyes trained on me in a predatory glare, sharp nails tapping impatiently on his temple. “It's about time you showed up, I thought I was going to have my fun without you. Now that you’re here, we can continue.” Sukuna’s mouth pulled into a sinister grin as I stared at the limp figure at the foot of his throne.

“Y/n…” her name came out as barely a whisper, my throat felt like it was closing up. She was at home studying for her statistics class, I know she was. I shook my head violently before pressing the heels of my hands to my eyes. This isn’t real.

“What’s wrong little sorcerer? Not feeling so tough anymore are you? You were so confident you could take me on earlier, so come on, take her back. Until you do I may have to play with her a little bit more, show her that she was never safe from me.” Sukuna reached down and pulled her unconscious body up into his lap. He held her jaw with one hand and turned her face so I could see. I wanted to scream at him not to touch her, or to hurt me instead, but nothing came out. Every part of my body was frozen in place at the sight of her tortured body. Sukuna could see me struggling in his domain and smirked down at me. He slowly dragged his mouth up her throat and to the shell of her ear. “Time to wake up princess, our guest is here.” Sukuna squeezed her throat at the same time he nipped her ear and her eyes flew open to immediately fall on me.

“No, please let her go.” The words finally came but I still couldn’t move. She looked so scared, the person I love most is in danger and I couldn’t do anything about it. I forced myself forward a single step but it felt like I was sinking into the ground. Why can’t I move? “I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t hurt her.”

“I told you what I wanted, I told you to come and get her. Show me just how strong you are.” Sukuna taunted. With a firm grip on my girlfriend's jaw and his other hand traveling down her body, Sukuna was in complete control. I know I can’t use cursed energy or shikigami here or I would risk her becoming collateral damage, but I couldn’t stand still and do nothing.

“‘Gumi, help me.” Her voice was shaking, her entire body trembling. I wanted nothing more than to whisk her away to safety. Her eyes squeezed shut as Sukunas mouth attacked her neck and left dark bruises in its wake.

“Time’s running out kid, I’m starting to get bored.” Sukuna’s free hand began to snake over her legs, dragging his razor-sharp nails over the soft skin there, leaving angry red scratches behind. Tears began to fall freely from her eyes and I tried to force myself forward again to no avail. Whimpers and cries for help begin to fall from her lips faster, and god I feel like I’m in hell. All I can do is watch as she cries out in fear, heart cracking at every sound she makes. Finally, she says something that makes me feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest

“You did this to me, this is your fault.” My body felt numb at the sound of her broken words. All I can do is shake my head and beg, beg Sukuna for mercy, and beg her for forgiveness.

“Baby it’ll be okay, you’ll be okay. I’m so sorry.”

“You said you would protect me, why did you do this to me?”

“I’m sorry, I’m gonna get you out of here. Please believe me, my love.” I was on my knees before the king of curses now. So close I could pick up on her perfume that smells sickly sweet of roses, but the smell I adore so much was tainted with something else now.

Sukuna clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You know better than to make promises you can’t keep, right?” My whole body was shaking with fear and rage at the curse, but all I could do was bargain.

“Please, I swear I will do anything, just let her go.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her, pleading to just see her leave here alive. Sukuna’s nails dug deeper into her throat, drawing blood as it trickled down her neck and chest in small streams.

“I think I’d rather punish you and the brat for trapping me in this vessel. You get to watch as I kill her, and then I’ll switch out with him so he can see what he’s done.” Sukuna leaned down to face me. “This is what happens when self-righteous sorcerers need to learn their place, so don’t blame me for what happens next.”

Fear shot through my entire body at those words. I couldn’t help but scream loudly as Sukuna jerked her head and a loud, sickening crack filled my ears.

I shot straight up in bed as a crack of thunder rumbled through the apartment. My eyes were unfocused as I dragged myself towards the bathroom and a wave of nausea washed over me. I barely made it to the toilet before I was vomiting into it. My knees burned from where they hit the tile but all I can think about was the sound of her whimpers and begs for help ringing in my ears. I was vaguely aware of the shirt sticking to me with sweat as I tried to control my erratic breathing. Thunder cracked again, sounding eerily like the way her neck snapped in my nightmare and I was retching again.

The cycle continued for what felt like hours until I was left coughing and dry heaving. As the panic started to ebb away I noticed the presence of my girlfriend on the floor behind me, running her hands soothingly over my back, and lightly pressing her thumbs into my spine. She had her knees on either side of my waist and was resting her head between my shoulder blades. I reached up to flush the toilet before gently squeezing her knee to let her know I was okay. She wordlessly pulled my sweaty shirt over my head to let the cool air hit my back before lifting herself off of the floor and out of the bathroom.

I shifted my body so I could press my forehead against the hard plastic of the bathtub. After a couple minutes, she handed me a bottle of water and pressed a cold, damp cloth to the back of my neck. “I’m sorry I woke you up,” voice raspy from coughing and throwing up. This wasn’t the first time I had woken her with my nightmares, and I doubt it would be the last. She reclaims her spot on the floor behind me and continues rubbing my back.

“Don’t be sorry, I prefer to be woken up by you going to the bathroom than you throwing up in the bed anyway.” I can’t help but laugh at her teasing and we could both feel the unease begin to fade.

“Yeah, that's a good point. You’re too good to me, you know that?” I moved so that I was leaning back against her chest and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders protectively.

“Nope, I refuse to accept that statement because we are the perfect amount of goodness to each other.” I tilted my head back to rest it on her shoulder before pressing a quick kiss to her neck. I couldn’t help but wonder how I was lucky enough for Nobara to introduce the two of us. It was in the small, intimate moments like these that I knew I would happily go to my grave protecting her.

Reader’s POV

“Okay you know the drill,” you said to him as you held out your hands expectantly. He smiled as he placed both his hands in yours, palm up. You pressed one of his hands to your chest and the other to his so he could feel both of your heartbeats under his fingertips. The first time you did this he scoffed at how cheesy it was, but over the two years of living together, it became common practice for when he was trying to calm down after a nightmare. You didn’t like to press him about the horrors that plagued his dreams, knowing how reserved he was with his emotions, so you found your own ways to comfort him.

“See, we’re both okay. Do you wanna get up to go lay back down or do you need a second?” He shook his head and pulled himself up to sit in front of you again.

“No, I’m okay, but can we do the other thing too?” he asked sheepishly. He turned pleading eyes towards you, and how could you refuse him when he asked so nicely.

“Of course, whatever you need. You or me?”

He took a shuddering breath before whispering “you” so softly you almost didn’t hear it. Your shoulders slumped as that one word told you everything you needed to know. The other practice that became a common occurrence after his chronic nightmares was kissing the other person's phantom injuries. More often than not it was him kissing you, as you were usually the object of his nightmares, like tonight. He liked being able to physically see and feel that the wounds inflicted on you were in fact not real. This nighttime routine often led to some heavy makeout sessions, which then led to very soft and intimate sex.

“Okay baby,” You stand up and move to sit on the side of the bed while he brushes his teeth quickly to get rid of the gross taste in his mouth. While you wait, you find yourself tugging at the bottom of your shorts self-consciously as you shiver in anticipation. After a moment your boyfriend waltzed out of the bathroom and rested his hands on either side of your waist. He bent his head to capture your lips in a slow kiss. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, silently asking permission to deepen the kiss and you happily oblige him. Your mouths move in a small fight for dominance but a firm hand on your thigh has him easily winning. Your hands trailed up to rest on his shoulders as he took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down gently.

You gasp softly into his mouth and he brings one hand up to rest at the nape of your neck as he cradles your head protectively. He draws his lips down the side of your jaw, paying special attention to the spot behind your ear that never fails to have you melting into his hands. You tilt your head to give him better access to your throat, allowing him to deliver individual kisses to the spots where you likely had been hurt.

In a swift, fluid motion, he is pulling your tank top off of you and trailing sloppy kisses down your chest and stomach. You lean back onto your elbows as he runs his hands over your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You let out a shaky breath as he begins to kiss his way up the inside of your legs. “Just relax baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” He punctuated each word with a kiss or nip to the inside of your thighs, and you could feel the arousal pool at the pit of your stomach.

You forced yourself to make eye contact just in time to see a devious smirk grace his features. Before you could question it he is yanking down your shorts and blowing cool air onto your core. You yelp and instinctively try to snap your knees shut. He chuckles lowly to himself before tossing your shorts somewhere behind him. He brings his face back between your thighs to lick a long, hot stripe up your core. You gasp loudly and let your arms give out behind you. He reaches one hand up to where you are clawing at the sheets to intertwine your fingers together.

“My pretty baby is already so worked up and I’ve barely touched you. What a good girl.” He lowers himself back down to lap up the arousal dripping onto your legs before sucking your clit into his mouth. You arch into him and groan loudly which prompts him to hum triumphantly around the bundle of nerves. He moves his free hand down to expertly curl two fingers into you and starts pumping in and out at a steady pace. After a few pumps of his hand, he curls his fingers to find the spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

The combination of his mouth and fingers working you is dizzying and you can feel it pushing you closer to the edge of your climax. He could feel how close you were and began to move with more purpose, determined to make you cum more than once in the night. With the hand that isn’t intertwined with his, you reach down to tangle in his soft hair. “Wait, I- oh shit- I’m gonna cum.”

He removes the hand that was holding yours from you and brings his thumb down to rub circles into your sensitive clit. “Come on baby, I got you. You can cum for me.” He moves his mouth to rejoin his fingers at your slit to bring you closer to your high. A particularly hard press of his thumb has you crying out in pleasure and grinding desperately against his face. He removes his fingers from you and replaces them with his tongue to help you ride out your high. He greedily drinks up your release until you are weakly nudging him away.

“Do you want me to stop?” He looked up at you innocently, which was contradicting when you remembered the things he was doing mere seconds prior.

“No, I just want to feel more of you.” You could feel a hot blush creep up your body at the realization that he was still halfway clothed, while you laid completely naked in front of him. His brain seemed to process this at the same time because he was quickly ridding himself of his sweatpants and grey boxers.

His hard cock thumps softly against his toned stomach when he stood again and you were having a hard time not staring at the man in front of you. He wasn’t bulky, but the muscles that rippled underneath taut skin were nothing to sneeze at. He glanced up and caught your stare, and returned it with a cocky smirk. “See something you like?”

“I sure do,” you flashed an innocent smile as you sat up and palmed his erection. He gasped at your sudden boldness and leaned onto the bed for support. At this proximity, you were able to tug his earlobe between your teeth and bite down gently. “Please baby, I want you so bad.” Those words snap him back into action and he’s crashing his lips against yours again.

He moves you back up the bed and crawls over your body. He braces his forearms on either side of your head and experimentally grinds his hip against yours. You let out a soft “please” that comes out whinier than you intend. You lean your face up to give him a soft kiss before he reaches down to line himself up with you and slowly presses the tip inside. He shallowly thrusts to slowly work into you, mumbling praises against your skin as he moves deeper.

You can’t help but wince at the stretch his cock always brings you, which would border on outright painful if he didn’t feel so good. Your head falls back against the bed, clawing at his back to try to find something to ground yourself. He glances down to where he is buried deep inside you before pressing his forehead to yours. “I know sweetheart, it's almost there. You’re- fuck- doing so good for me,” he reassures as he presses a soothing kiss to your temple.

When he finally bottoms out he stills his hips to let you get comfortable and adjust to him. He takes this opportunity to pepper your face and chest in kisses and returns one of his hands to your neck where it cradles your head. You bring one of your hands to his hair to tug gently before rolling your hips against him, eliciting a breathy moan from him. “You can move baby, I’m okay.”

He nods and gives a couple of slower thrusts before setting a steady pace. He opted for slower deep strokes which made you feel every inch of him as he thrust into you. His thrusts have his cock brushing all the right spots inside you, and all you can do is gasp and moan for him while clinging to his shoulders. “Megumi, please,” you aren’t even sure what you were asking for. The pleasure has your head spinning and unable to make complete thoughts.

You can tell he is getting closer to his own climax because his thrusts are getting progressively faster and he is getting more vocal. “God, baby you’re taking me so well.” He hooks one of your legs around his waist and the new angle lets him hit your sweet spot with every roll of his hips. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you feel another climax approaching, and Megumi picks up his pace again.

“Is my pretty girl gonna cum for me again?” You bury your face into his shoulder and nod. He moves one of his hands to play with your clit to push you over the edge. You arch into him and let out a strangled moan as your orgasm washes over you. You’re sure you’re leaving deep scratches across his back as you grip him tighter. His hips stutter as you clench around him and he gives a few more sloppy thrusts before he’s cumming too with a loud groan. He unconsciously rocks into you lazily as you both come down from your highs.

“Are you okay baby?” He kisses your forehead and strokes your side to try and bring you back to reality. You nod again, not quite trusting your voice yet. He chuckles and slowly pulls out to not overstimulate you. You squirm at the uncomfortable stickiness between your legs but he’s already moving to the bathroom to grab stuff to clean you up.

When he comes back out he runs a warm cloth along the inside of your thighs and quickly over your center, which has you wincing at the sensitivity. When he's done he pulls out a pair of your pajama shorts and one of his loose shirts for you to wear. He helps you slip the clothes on and tugs his boxers back up before climbing back into bed with you.

You stand up to crack open the window next to the bed before laying with your back against his chest. The cool air from the rain seeps into the room and he mutters a “thank you” into your shoulder, surprised that you remember he runs hot for the rest of the night when he has a nightmare.

The clock on the bedside table shows that it's about 5:30 in the morning, so you estimate that he woke up roughly at 4. “Do you feel okay enough to go back to sleep?” You feel him shrug behind you and you scoot closer to him, pulling one of his arms over your waist to lace your fingers together.

“I don’t know. I should but…” you hear his voice trail off and nod in understanding. He always has a hard time falling back asleep on nights like these. He warned you about his chronic nightmares shortly before moving in together and confessed that he’s had them since he started high school at Jujustu Tech. However, you take small comfort in the knowledge that since living together they’ve gotten less frequent, and his reactions to them have become far less violent.

“Will you feel better if one of your shikigami sleeps in here? Just so you know that nothing will happen.” He considers it for a minute before tugging his hand out of yours, circling his other arm around your waist, and folding his hands to summon his divine dog. Its head pokes out of the shadows under the window. You pat the empty spot on the bed and it jumps up excitedly before laying down and letting you scratch behind its ears.

Megumi chuckles behind you and shakes his head. “You just wanted the dog on the bed didn’t you?” He reaches over to ruffle its soft fur as it dozes off.

“Checkmate,” you crane your head to place a kiss on his cheek before settling back against him. “Now will you please try to go back to sleep? I don’t want to nag you but realistically you can’t function on only two hours of sleep.”

“I’ll try but I can’t make any promises you know.” He tucks his chin on top of your head and relaxes around you. You hum in acknowledgment before slowly drifting back to sleep.

[limitlessgojo]

Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch. 11)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: Invisible Ties

Next Chapter: Goldenrod

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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Additional notes: This is so funny but I made a mistake in assuming the previous Goodwill event was held in Tokyo. Rewatched JJK and found out it was in Kyoto so I had to rewrite it XD.

Chapter 11: Kyoto-Tokyo Goodwill Event

Breakfast was a quiet affair. He brought out a short table and you had the meal side by side.

It was grilled salmon and miso soup. You both stole glances at each other when the other wasn't looking.

A domestic life with Noritoshi. Yeah you could get used to this. "Thank you for the meal Noritoshi." You smiled and offered to wash the dishes.

He stood behind you in the small kitchenette as you did, humming softly to yourself. Noritoshi was holding your waist gently and leaning his forehead against your shoulder. Thumbing small circles into the sides of your hips.

You quietly smiled at yourself, not expecting Noritoshi to love physical affection this much. After washing the dishes, you laughed as you placed your ice cold hands on his neck, forcing him to let go of you and flinch back with a frown.

Leaving Noritoshi’s dorm after breakfast had terrible timing apparently. You bumped into Todo senpai on your way out.

“Ah.” You both stared at each other for a bit. Noritoshi was still behind you, the door to his dorm room open. It didn’t help that you had your pillows and blankets in your hands.

And you were still in pajamas.

“So is this like a thing now? Congratulations on getting together.” Todo smiled down at you.

“Ah uhm- we- I- “ You stuttered, but Noritoshi wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to him.

“Yes we are dating. And what of it?” He stared Todo down. You were flustered but incredibly pleased upon finally hearing a solid label between the two of you.

Todo just grinned. “So you actually have decent taste in women huh Kamo?”

“The best.” He replied dryly. You flushed and whined at Noritoshi, pawing at his robes. He just pulled you closer and hid your face in his chest.

“Didn’t know you had this shy side Tsuchi chan.” Todo was laughing. He bid both of you goodbye, and by the end of the day the entire campus knew both of you were dating.

But of course the both of you didn’t know it yet. “So…. you’re my boyfriend now Toshi?” you reached up to twirl his hair in your fingers as you made your belongings float in midair.

His eyes sparkled at the nickname. He leaned down close to you, “So it seems. Are you unhappy?”

“No. I’m happy.” You leaned up to press your lips against the corner of his.

Noritoshi sent you off, only letting you go after he had gotten a huge hug from you with a deep kiss to the cheek. He realized with a small jolt that he was pretty much touch-starved (no surprises there).

Wishing for more of your hugs and kisses already, and you just left for a few moments. He sighed heavily and shook his head.

Later that day, you bumped into Miwa as you were leaving your dorm. It was the weekend so you all had no classes and missions. She hesitantly called out a “Congratulations. You finally got together with Kamo senpai yeah?”

You looked at her in surprise. “How did you-”

“Todo senpai.”

“That man really doesn’t keep his mouth shut.”

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It was a different experience, having the other students tease the both of you about your new relationship as a real boyfriend and girlfriend. You felt weird by calling him your lover.

"I called it!" Mai proudly smirked down at you. "We all did Mai chan." Momo senpai giggled, bumping her hip with yours as you looked shocked over the bets they placed.

Noritoshi always had a soft smile for you. He recently managed his time better, finishing his studies very early so he could spend more time with you.

Not shy to take your hand whenever you meet in the hallways and drag you for a picnic under the huge Plum Tree or just to hug you quickly before going off to a mission.

You were more open, hopping up to him in the hallways and greeting him cheerfully. ‘It was nice’, you thought to yourself.

Ever the overthinker, you at times think of the secrets he mentioned having. Probably personal matters he wasn’t ready to talk about. That’s fine, you had your own fair share as well. Time will heal and bring whatever it may to the both of you.

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The Kyoto-Tokyo sister school goodwill event was drawing near. You and your fellow first years wished all your participating seniors good luck.

“I heard they also have a Special Grade 1st year student in Tokyo Tech.” You perked up at that, “Is that so?”

“I highly doubt they’d come though. Just like how you aren’t participating, Tsuchi. Usually 2nd and 3rd years are the ones participating. It is going to be held here in Kyoto Tech since we won last year.” Todo grinned.

You wondered about that.

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Just a few days before the goodwill event, Utahime texted you and said Noritoshi was injured from a mission. So of course you flew as fast as you could to his room, where he was being treated.

"Noritoshi!!" You wheezed out, entering his room in a burst of wind. You had come back from a lunch date with an old classmate from elementary.

You hurried over to his bedside and looked him over. He slowly turned to you, eyes widening. He smiled, "An angel is here."

You flushed and laughed out loud, "Noritoshi you've lost it. It's just me. Y/n." You brushed some stray hairs out of his face.

He continued staring at you dreamily, “Angel”. You were all dressed up, face fully made up. Rouge lipstick with a light touch of blush on your cheeks. You had your round shades on, prettily framing your face.

He used a free and uninjured hand to reach and cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch before pushing his arm back down. "You need rest." You said gently.

You placed your hands over his chest and activated your reverse cursed technique. He groaned as he felt his skin stitch back together. "Shhh, it will be fine."

He wasn't that badly injured thank goodness. “Angel, have you seen my y/n? I miss her.” He whined. You patted him on the forehead and shushed him with a quick kiss.

Why was he behaving like this?? You turned to the nurse packing their things from the corner, “I put him on anesthesia. He will be loopy for a bit.”

“Ah.” This might be a little bit fun. “Toshiii~ It’s me y/n how could you not recognize me?” You pouted. Noritoshi pouted and whined in return. The nurse pointedly ignored both of you and quickly left the room.

He stared at you with the biggest eyes he’s ever made, seemingly thinking hard. “Don’t think too hard, you’ll lose brain cells.” you whispered.

“Hold me.” He demanded not unlike a child asking for candy. And so you sat beside him and held onto his hand. You watched as he fell asleep, clinging onto your hand.

This loose-tongued and childish side to Noritoshi was just too adorable.

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Noritoshi stirred awake, seeing you so close to him. You were laying on top of his chest, one hand holding onto his.

He stared at your profile half sprawled over his blanket and reached to put a hand on your back and rubbed it soothingly. Then let his hand rest on the back of your neck while tracing small circles on it with the pad of his thumb.

You were so sweet on him. It was a wonder to Noritoshi, who felt as though he was always lacking in physical affection. To see someone sincerely take care of him without requesting anything in return was refreshing for a change.

He watched as you stirred, then your hand tightened in his and you brought it close to your lips, all while you were still fast asleep. Noritoshi’s eyes twinkled. What were you dreaming about? Was it about him?

He watched as you slowly woke up. “Mmmm Toshiii~” you blearily reached out for him. You were able to wash up and change your clothes while he was asleep.

He pulled you into his bed, making your half sprawl over his lap. “Why didn’t you get in bed with me? Surely your back must hurt? It’s late now, sleep with me.” You looked at the clock and to your surprise it was indeed late. 2am.

“Okayy” you were still whiny, half asleep, and slightly grumpy from waking up. You both settled in the bed and fell asleep holding hands.

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It was finally the day of the Kyoto-Tokyo Goodwill event. You were all out, 1st, 2nd and 3rd years with Utahime sensei and Principal Gakuganji, waiting for the Tokyo group to arrive.

Then you felt this ominous presence from afar. You took a few steps back, cursed energy flaring and winds whipping around you. Everyone looked at you in concern and Noritoshi whispered as he squeezed your hand, "Angel, you okay?"

You still found it funny how he now takes to calling you his angel when it’s just the two of you after you told him about his embarrassing moment when he was loopy on sedatives.

You stared off at a distance. "Everyone... Something… big is coming." You didn't realize that you felt Rika's presence from afar. Everyone tensed and looked in the same direction you were as the Tokyo participants came.

There were some really loud 2nd and 3rd years, but the one that stood out was a rather reserved boy with black hair. He had a Katana bag hooked over one shoulder. And a massive curse looming over him. ‘How is that thing not exorcised yet?!’

"Yooooo Everyone from Kyoto hello!!"

That voice. Your eye twitched. "Nice to meet you all again." Gojo Satoru cheerily yelled. Introductions were exchanged. The group challenge on the first day is Capture the Flag. The details for the individual battles tomorrow are yet to be announced.

Everyone was surprised to hear that the first year, Okkotsu Yuuta, the special grade cursed human, was participating to even out the numbers.

Based on that amount of cursed energy…. Tokyo school might win this year, you thought grimly. 'As long as there are no casualties please.' You prayed to yourself. You wished Noritoshi good luck with a quick hug.

After the participants were dismissed and released to their positions, the Kyoto 1st year's followed the two principals and Utahime sensei.

"Neko-chaaaan! How cruel, you don't wanna greet me?" His damn voice was so fucking loud everyone in the vicinity turned to Satoru.

(His nickname for you was cute but the story wasn't. When you were 4 years old, the Tsuchi family cat always ran away from you. You tried to be more catlike to befriend it, which Satoru found hilarious. Ergo, he started calling you Cat or Neko chan.)

Your eye twitched again as always does with Satoru. "Toru nii, it's been a while." You said, looking at the man leering down at your figure. He pulled you in for a side hug and ruffled your hair. "I missed you loads, it's been a while huh. How's school?"

"Not too bad." You fixed and patted your hair back down, aware of the eyes on you.

"Mmm, I bet." His bright blue [six] eyes could see the red strings linking your pinky to Noritoshi's. "You got a boyfriend by any chance y/n?"

You stopped at that and looked up at him. "Did Hiroki tell you anything?" "Nup" he always pops his P's obnoxiously.

You looked to the side and murmured "I do."

"You have a boyf-ooms" You slapped your hand over his mouth, floating up to his height. You could practically see his blue eyes gleaming behind those white bandages. "Keep your voice down dimwit." You hissed.

He licked your hand. "You're gross as always Toru," you wiped it on his sleeve as you walked on air to match his height.

"You should have told me you got a boyfriend. Anywayss, my students are gonna kick ass. Yuuta is pretty strong and he's the type to go all out you know?" He nudged you.

"Noritoshi and the senpais won't go down without a fight." You said. “Heehhh, is that so?”

You caught up a bit with him, making small talk as you made your way to the viewing rooms.

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Miwa later pulled you aside, "You know Gojo Satoru?! Isn't he, like, super famous?!"

"Uhhh?? He is?? … uhm I don't know. But we are family friends, he's like a brother to me really." You said confusedly. "The Tsuchimikado and Gojo clans always got along. His dad and my dad are friends."

"Ahhh I see." She nodded. She was still unfamiliar with the Great 3 clans and minor clans of Jujutsushi so it was understandable for her to be curious.

The rest of you filed into the room. The teachers allowed all of you to watch on the screens, so that you can get familiar with the goodwill event.

"Psst! Y/n sit beside me." You laughed as Satoru eagerly patted the seat beside him, sounding more like a teenager than a teacher. You scooted over to his side as he brought out snacks, chips, and popcorn. You stared at him. "You think this is a movie?"

"It's free entertainment." He shrugged.

And the event started. You all watched on the screens as both schools fought against curses while defending their home base flag and trying to take down the enemy's flag.

Todo, of course, was on the front lines, recklessly plowing into Tokyo high's home base. Hakari, a 3rd year, was facing him off, somehow holding his ground against him.

Noritoshi was following Momo around, taking down curses and stopping the other team's students from charging in.

But before they knew it, Yuuta was on the other side, flag in his hands. It wasn't a quick match but a rather rough one. At the very least, no one was injured badly.

Your eyes watched Okkotsu’s movements. It was very obvious he was new to fighting, but his brute force of cursed energy played well to his strengths. You were looking forward to tomorrow's matches.

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[pastaimpact]

Uh, if it's not too late can I request hc of Chongyun with masc! crush who has a pure yin energy? I'm very curious about it👉👈 you can ignore this if your rq are full! :)

Also congrats on your new blog!🎉

chongyun ,,, absolutely superb what a funky lad

on that note: im not entirely familiar with how yin-yang energy works, so i did some research! my depiction will not be perfect due to that, and if there’s anything that needs correction, please tell me!

Chongyun struggles with balancing what he believes to be his duty and his innate energy. This often leads to him restraining himself in hopes of being able to live up to his destiny, and it also often leads to his friends poking ridiculous amounts of fun at him (read: Xingqiu). Love is passionate and fiery, and while Chongyun isn’t one to push away the prospects of love, he does wonder whether he should be honest with himself or to keep to the cool personality he’s been trying to maintain in hopes of fulfilling his dream of hunting down demons.

So he’s rather enchanted when he reckons that the two of you together should balance each other out. Of course, he tries to drag you around everywhere to hunt for demons to properly exorcise. It can be a bit funny to see him try to convince you to climb mountains and wade through swamps together by claiming that it can be a romantic date! Don’t tease him or get mad at him for it: most of his attempts at trying to be romantic towards you is stuff that Xingqiu fed him for laughs. Chongyun swears he won’t fall for Xingqiu’s tricks to get him all flustered in front of you, but the rascal bookworm always manages to rope him into all sorts of dumb situations to see him flounder around in front of you.

Chongyun does hold a slightly naive side to him. He’s someone who grew up with fantastic tales of demons and exorcising, and he’s someone who’s curious about the world and what he can actually achieve with his own two hands. Part of him believes that you’re his soulmate, his perfect opposite that exists to balance him out, and he wants to tell you how he feels. The only problem is that he has absolutely no experience with romantic endeavors, and he only ends up feeling like a fool whenever he turns to his friends for wonky advice. Not that you mind: it only endears him more to you.

“Chongyun, please don’t tell me you actually climbed a mountain for these,” you breathed, watching the boy as he struggled to keep a neutral expression, mud and dust smeared all of his face and hands as he held out a handful of violetgrass flowers.

“I-I heard that getting nice flowers would be a good gesture,” he choked out, thrusting the flowers into your hands. “And everyone knows that the harder the flowers are to get, the prettier they are.”

You shook your head, laughing softly. “I bet Xingqiu set you up for that one, huh? Well, they’re very pretty. Thank you for the gift, Chongyun. You’re always so nice to me; I can’t help but swoon a little.”

The boy made a noise between a cough and splutter, clearing his throat as he stood up straight. “Well then... Xingqiu said the next thing I should do is ask you out on a date so... Would you be willing to take a walk with me...?”

“Once you properly wash up.”

[thesims4blogger]

The Sims 4 Paranormal Stuff: Developer Blog (Part 2)

SimGuruConnor has released part 2 of the Sims 4 Paranormal Developer Blog series.

Welcome back to another dev blog about our latest Stuff Pack! This week let’s talk about the Seance Table, Paranormal Investigator Career, and an interview with our Art Director!

 So let’s just get right into it!

Thanks Doctor Ashely for this horrifying scene.

Seances for Everyone!

The Seance Table is here! Talk to ghosts! Scare your friends! Summon the unexpected! This thing is capable of all sorts of spiritual meddling, and functions on any lot!

Your Seance Table can be decorated too! It’s a table surface, so feel free to put a Crystal Ball on top, or maybe a Sacred Candle? Slot any chair you want too!

When you use a Seance Table you’ll develop your Medium Skill, unlocking new Seances, the ability to host Group Seances, and the ability to draw chalk Seance Circles anywhere in the world! And if you’re a Spellcaster Sim, you’ll gain skill much faster due to your familiarity with the mystical arts. This skill and the Seance Table are available for Children and older too!

One of the main purposes of the Seance Table is to perform a ceremony that strengthens the spiritual serenity of the house, making it a little less creepy. However, if the Seance is interrupted for any reason, it might have the adverse effect, so make sure your Sims are protected (Hint: Sacred Candles!).

Seance Circles for the Medium on-the-go.

Other Seances include the ability to commune with the dearly departed. Hopefully, they’ll offer some sagely wisdom, or perhaps they’ll just insult you. Who knows? Great for parties.

Or if you’re really looking to stir up some trouble, you can also invoke spirits from the Seance Table too. Kind of like a ghostly grab bag, just reach in and pull out something deceased. A great way to spice up any lot, or completely ruin it. Honestly, this Seance isn’t entirely recommended, but since when has that stopped anyone?

Bonehilda!

Bonehilda is back! She’ll clean, fix your electronics, garden, fight fires, lay out snacks, and more! Summon her on the Seance Table or Seance Circle whenever or wherever you need her!

She’ll also be your buddy! As long as your Sims don’t mind being around a fully sentient skeleton that is, but I hear they’re pretty open-minded. Bonehilda won’t ask for anything in return either, she’s just here to have a good time.

Summoning Bonehilda is extremely useful while living in a Haunted House, she can help take care of the place while your Sims are preoccupied with other pressing matters. Bonehilda also has a great protective instinct, and will swiftly and enthusiastically show harmful Ghosts the door (with her fists of course).

Paranormal Investigators Wanted

The last feature I’d love to talk about is the Paranormal Investigator Freelance Career. This career is kinda special, and only available for elite Sims with a Paranormal Investigator License. Sims can get the License by becoming a master Medium and becoming certified by Guidry, or by purchasing one in the Reward Store.

A properly certified Paranormal Investigator.

This career is aimed for Sims who have mastered the paranormal and will have to use everything they’ve learned while living in a Haunted House to their advantage.

The gigs for this career are pretty straightforward. You’ll be sent 3 gigs to choose from, either an Easy, Normal, and Hard Investigation. Once you select your preferred difficulty, you’ll be instructed at 9:30 pm to go out on an investigation to an undisclosed location.

Where will the investigation take you? Anywhere! (Well any residence at least!)

Sometimes the Packcakes will have a bit of a Specter infestation, sometimes Goth manor will need an exorcist. It’s your job as a Paranormal Investigator to go wherever the action is, and snuff out any unwanted spirits.

You also won’t just be sent to premade Sim houses, but also your own created households! Your other played Sim families might be in need of a spooky exterminator too! And don’t worry, the house won’t be permanently haunted either (You’ll have control over that with the Haunted Lot Type!).

Finishing these gigs on time leads to all sorts of weird and strange rewards. Feel free to hang up your Specter-in-a-Jar as a trophy. Or amass a collection of exorcised dolls! There’s tons of strange stuff to acquire!

Since this is a freelance career, feel free to take these gigs whenever you feel inspired to snuff out some spookiness. These gigs can be demanding on your Sims psyche, but thankfully they pay fairly well.

Art Direction

This pack has a ton of both fictional and real-life inspiration. To go over where these influences come from, and how they manifest in-game, I’ll take it over to our Art Director Stephan Edwards!

Conor: Can you tell us what an Art Director does on The Sims 4?

Stephen: The AD works initially with Production, Design and Marketing to define the visual direction. Once we have moved into production their role is to maintain and inspire that vision by providing direction and feedback to artists, from concept through to the final asset.

Conor: What goes into the creative process when concepting for the Sims?

Stephen: Once the general theme and tone is locked down and approved, the team then refers to the key visuals and goes broad on gathering reference that reflects that direction. We begin on concepting out room views/clothing to investigate different narratives and moods, identifying elements of style, construction, pattern and color. At this stage, we are still working loose to make sure we explore all options and don’t box ourselves in. As the team iterates on designs, we start to narrow down the selections and then turn to final renders. We draw on those early investigations to help inform our palette, material and pattern choices.

Conor: What sort of real-life examples were used for the Paranormal Stuff Pack?

Stephen: Reference gathering is a huge factor in designing assets and so it’s fair to say that all the content is based on real life to some degree. The team tends to deconstruct styles and translate them through a SIMS lens, the simplified and stylised art of SIMS4 has a further impact on the final result.

Conor: If you had to choose, what was your favorite feature to work on across all of the Sims?

Stephen: Aaarg! That’s a really tough question. Because the packs are so diverse each one has its own set of unique challenges. I would say the supernatural aspect of this stuff pack was a lot of fun and allowed the artists to get a little more fantastical and creative. Storytelling is such a fundamental part of the SIMS and that permeates through CAS and BB designs. While curating all the eclectic pieces we stuffed into this pack I was constantly making up little stories in my mind. Where the characters may have found it, what relevance does it have to them and ultimately is there enough depth in the design to spark the same questions in the players. Oh, and Guidry, he’s a composite of eras and characters. I would be really interested whether the players can pick apart the influences.

Thank you!

That about concludes our look at our latest Stuff Pack! Big thank you again to the SP18 team, working with everyone was an amazing experience and made the later part of 2020 a little less awful. Watching this pack come to life was an absolute thrill.

The prepatch including the new Scared Emotion is coming out January 21st, and the Paranormal Stuff Pack comes out January 26th!

Until next time, SimGuruConor

[sundownings-moved]

you don’t have to read this im just venting cause my BESTIE SHOULD BE TAKING A TEST RN and i need to exorcise the upsetti from my soul

the delete blog button is looking so sexy on my desc.endants blog rn. its like the dash is dead but when people ARE posting its like clear that you had to be in the disc*rd chat to know what’s going on and like the fandom is so exclusive. indie my fuckin ass. if you’re not in the gc no one is really gonna interact with you. and like i post starter calls and plotting calls and memes daily and it’s always the same three people who send stuff and im grateful but i wish i got more varied interactions. and like half the time when i write people starters i don’t get a reply at all. and its frustrating cause like when i follow new people they don’t follow me back and when the people i am mutuals with post memes (which isnt even often) i don’t get anything back from them. and i KNOW its not just me feeling like shit in this fandom. and like you know what else is fucking stupid. i have friends in the fandom that idk have somehow gotten into the main group and its like they forget i exist and it feels so shitty. and i wanna talk to them and be like ‘yo, i feel so left out’ but they don’t respond. like i know this is just my paranoia talking but it makes me feel like there’s some aspect of those motherfucking group chats where there’s like a list of people not to interact with and i’m on it.

and ive literally felt this way the entire time ive been in the fandom. its worse than marve.l cause at least then i knew people weren’t gonna follow me cause most accs were 21+. but like in desc.endants it just feels like im not good enough, like im not popular enough. but i cant make myself leave cause i have friends there even if they don’t talk to me and pretend i dont exist in the fandom. i feel top tier stupid for being so upset that it like CONSISTENTLY makes me feel shitty but i can’t make myself leave.

[shirtlesssammy]

4x15: Death Takes a Holiday

Then:

Pamela!

Now:

Two men are leaving a bar, arguing about football. They’re approached by a jumpy dude with a gun, and one guy is shot in the robbery gone wrong. His friend starts CPR (I’m no expert, but maybe stop the bleed out from the bullet wound first?) It’s not for nothing though because his friend wakes up and isn’t even bleeding. He’s fine!

At a diner, Sam gets a case from Bobby: a town in Wyoming where no one has died in a week and a half.

Sam’s ready to go ASAP, but Dean gets a bit pouty and passively-aggressively asks if Sam wants him to go. “I don’t want to be holding you back or nothing.”

They show up to interview the not-dead guy as Christian bloggers. “All of God’s glory, fit to blog.” The guy feels like he’s been given a second chance. Angels are watching over him. Dean’s look of doubt was PRICELESS.

Back at their motel, they go over all the people not dying recently. Sam surmises that maybe there aren’t any reapers to do their job. Death isn’t around.

The brothers decide to talk to the last person who died in the town, the kid Cole Griffith. They perform a ceremony over his grave. Dean has doubts about this case. If they solve this, then everyone starts dying again. How fair is that? Dean thinks it’s unfair that they get to keep living but Sam points out that they’re not normal. Ah, Dean just wants normalcy, while Sam has long since walked away from that world. A man interrupts their little ceremony.

It’s quickly revealed to be Alistair! Dean gets knocked out. Before Sam can work his demon blood mojo on him, he smokes out.

Later at the motel, Dean is laying down nursing his broken head and Sam walks in. (Sidenote: I never picked up on Dean calling Sam “House” before. It makes me happy that Dean’s watched that show.) Sam lies about what happened with Alistair. Dean isn’t having it. Sam reports that Bobby thinks that the local reaper has been kidnapped. If a reaper is killed on a solstice moon (tomorrow), a seal is broken. “You can’t kill death.” Lol, Dean, you keep insisting on that.

Dean suggests they become ghosts to locate the missing reaper. They call Pamela. She thinks they’re idiots, but Dean gives her some good reasons for their plan, and then they set things in motion.

Once in the veil, the brothers wander around, but seem to find nothing. Dean opts to be a perv and suggests heading to Victoria Secret (like, gross, this feels so ooc for Dean). The boys finally see Cole Griffith, the last person to die in the town.

Cut to Cole’s mother, who is clearly in deep mourning and believes that he’s still around. Technically, he is, and Sam and Dean attempt to talk with him. Cole recounts his death to Sam and Dean. He mentions that a reaper was there to take him away, but black smoke came and took the man away. He knows where the black smoke is.

Lights flicker and Cole utters, “They’re back.” before glitching out. Sam and Dean follow a gust of air, another reaper, only to find Tessa.

Dean doesn’t remember her, so Tessa kisses him (!) and gives him memories of when he was in the veil before. Tessa’s here for Cole, but the brothers plead with her that they need him to find the demon that kidnapped the other reaper. They tell her to get out of town. She agrees to hold off on reaping Cole for a bit.

Sam heads up to talk to the kid, who doesn’t want to help the Winchesters. Instead, he’d rather hide from Tessa and other reapers. (Understandable.) Sam tells him that he can make it so that nobody ever tries to come for him again. Sam, you dirty liar.

Downstairs, Tessa tells Dean that he’s “the one that got away.” Dean confesses to her that he felt empty after his run-in with her in the hospital, and wished for death. But now things are different. “What? The angels on your shoulder?” Tessa guesses with some layer of contempt. Yeah, actually.

Dean still regrets his time in Hell, but now he has a higher calling. Tessa gets ready to lay down a truth bomb, but Interrupting Sam interrupts.

Cole confronts Tessa. He tells them that he saw the black smoke at the funeral home as well. And then...it swarms into Cole’s house like an angry storm. When it clears out, Tessa is gone. It’s time to become a ghost ninja! A little wax on, wax off! Let’s Karate Kid this bitch! “Who’s Mister Miyagi?” Cole asks, and my entire generation weeps into their hands.

Outside, Dean stares intently (and rather gormlessly) at a porch whirlygig, trying to make it spin. When it moves at last, it’s time to celebrate! But Cole immediately shows him up by making about 5,000 things move at the same time, including the whirlygig. The master has arrived. It’s time for a ghost training montage, friends. There’s punching! There’s kicking! There’s popping in and out of planes of existence!

Finally trained, the Winchesters head to the funeral home. It’s heavily warded in blue writing that only seems to be visible on the spiritual plane. Inside the home, two reapers (including Tessa) lie in a reaper trap. The Winchesters wax on and off at a demon guard and it’s going pretty well until the demon drags an iron chain around the trap, blocking out Sam and Dean. Alistair swaggers inside wearing the sleazy-voiced meatsuit we all love to hate.

Alistair takes a shotgun and shoots Dean square in the chest, causing him to flash out into nothing. Sam tries to fry Alistair, but his spirit doesn’t have the magical demon-blood powers. Alistair shoots Sam, and then takes his alone time with Dean to skeevily tell him that it’s good to see him. God, the way he looks at and talks to Dean just makes me want to take a shower.

Pamela hears a noise in the room where she’s guarding the Winchesters. She locks the door, but curtains blow in the breeze. The window’s open.

Alistair holds forth his villain monologue and waves around a scythe - Death’s own scythe, in fact. He uses it to ceremonially kill the first reaper. Lights flash and...BOOM...one reaper down. Meanwhile, Sam may not have special demon powers, but he does have ghosty powers. He concentrates on the chandelier. It falls, breaking the reaper trap and freeing Tessa.

Meanwhile, Pamela gets attacked by the demon who snuck into the room. She manages to utter the words to wake up Sam, but not in time to save her life. She gets stabbed right after Sam wakes up. Sam, in retribution, exorcises the demon with his mighty fist of doom. Since Pamela can’t die, she orders Sam to make her a drink. (PAMELA, take Sam up on the offer of a hospital visit. You could be given life-saving surgery while you’re quasi-immortal.)

Alistair confronts Dean’s spirit outside of the building. He continues to play with his favorite toy, taunting Dean about his Mariana-Trench-deep self loathing. Lightning falls from the sky and chases Alistair away.

“What the hell?” Dean asks, shocked.

“Guess again,” says Castiel from behind him. LOL, Cas, you’re so extra. I love you.

Cas tells Dean that the Winchesters saved the seal. Hooray! Dean’s not throwing any parties, though, because Cas just revealed that he sat around invisible while the Winchesters fought. Apparently the funeral home was warded against angels so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Furthermore, Cas tells Dean that is was HE who called Sam about the seal, and not Bobby. He recruited the Winchesters using clever subterfuge, for he is a master strategist and the Winchesters never do what he tells them to do. LOL. Dean asks Cas to spare the lives of the deathless people in town but Cas refuses. He’ll only save Dean Winchester out of season, because he’s “different.” Aw, that’s...sweet?

(It’s not sweet - it’s orders - but that’ll come later.)

Tessa shows up and brings Dean to talk to Cole. Cole’s mom is looking at photos and crying. Tessa tells Cole that he needs to let go in order to give her peace. Cole isn’t convinced, so it’s Dean’s turn. “One day your family will be gone, and there'll be nothing left here for you,” he says. And...ouch. (Also, I’m just going to wander over to this convenient fainting couch and think about this line as it applies to Castiel way out here on the back stretches of Season 14.)

“We’re all scared. That’s the big secret,” Dean tells Cole, about his fear of the unknown afterlife. That honesty, coupled with his mother’s sorrow, finally convinces Cole. He embraces Tessa who absorbs him into light. Cole’s mother looks a little happier, and Dean says farewell to Tessa. She warns him that his belief in being saved for good things is wrong-footed. “Stop lying to yourself, Dean. The angels have something good in store for you? A second chance. Really?” OUCH. “There’s no such thing as miracles,” Tessa tells him, and then off she pops. Uh, ttyl babe.

Pamela wakes up Dean and blood begins coursing from her gut. It’s an awful farewell, bitter and painful. She chokes out curses against Bobby for ever getting her embroiled in the Winchesters’ affairs. Her parting words are to Sam: the demon-darkness he’s taken inside of him are not leading him to a good place. She dies and...drops the mic, I guess.

“What’d she say to you?” Dean asks. Sam doesn’t say a word.

Because I Could not Stop for Quotes They Kindly Stopped for Me:

Joe the Plumber was a douche

We're like the poster boys of the unnatural order

You can't kill death

We're talking the end of the world here, okay? No more tasseled leather pants, no more Ramones CDs, no more nothing

You're the one that got away, Dean

Dude, I’m not gonna do Fight Club with a twelve year old

Whatever I ask, you seem to do the exact opposite

There's no such thing as miracles

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[runningwolf62]

SURPRISE IT’S UPDATE TIME! It’s so bizarre being writing this at the same time Larry is because there’s like this weird overlap, we’re like ships passing in the night he’s finally caught up to my time and now is about to pass me.

Anyway, there’s some lovely art in here and a reference to a blog that actually exists, @ask-potoo-firestar. Art belongs to @lavendersongs, thank you for your amazing contribution to the Warrior Cats fandom and for giving me permission to include references to it in this fanfic.

Beep.

Larry curls up deeper under his blankets.

Beep.

He covers his head with his pillow.

Beep.

Fine, he’ll crawl out of his nest and see what had happened, maybe Nick was in trouble again, that Godot guy seemed to have a grudge against him for something.

u ok?

Only Nick texts like that.

haven’t seen u in few days

u alive?

Larry almost fires something back before thinking better of it, Nick had far too many people around him die to joke about that.

Yeah I’m fine, and you usually don’t see me for awhile.

yeah but u had a rough time

Larry hesitates before deciding to just call Nick. The phone rings a few times before Nick answers.

“Hey Larry,” he greets him, Larry can hear voices in the background, he thinks one is Maya, the other is young and high so probably Pearl.

“Hey Nick,” Larry runs a hand over his jaw, aw gross he’d ended up with that scraggly beard, he never looked good with that, he needed to go shave, “you in a crisis?”

“No?” Nick has the gall to sound offended, “I do not only call you during crisises!”

“Mmm might wanna check you phone bill there Nicky Boy,” Larry teases him, his voice is rough, he should haul himself out of bed and start putting himself back together.

“You want to talk about having a crisis you sound like you’ve been on a bender,” Nick fires back, Larry frowned and groused at him.

“Don’t be an ass Nick, I’ve been taking a week off, chilling and relaxing before I remake myself! You called while I’m still in the cocoon man!”

“That metaphor started strong but you took it somewhere very weird,” Nick replies, Larry laughs roughly.

“Alright, alright, you’re the one who texted me,” Larry points out, wrapping his blanket around him like a cloak to hide his shame from the world and stay warm from the chillier October day. He crossed to his laptop to open his resume, he’d need to update it and he might as well do that while chatting with Nick rather than sit around feeling shitty about it.

He chats with Nick, and Maya and Pearl when they demand a chance to chat with him. He interrogate Nick, or tries, but he doesn’t know what’s up with Godot either, other than he’s got one hell of a caffeine addiction, came out of nowhere and claims to be from hell.

Given half the stories Larry’s heard about Nick’s cases he’s tempted to believe it.

“Maybe you ought to have an exorcism performed,” he teases, he’s on speaker phone now and he’s sure they can hear him typing away as he adds his latest job to the long master list of jobs he’s held, “Maya, Pearl, can you do that?”

“I’d have to exorcise the entire Prosocution’s office!” Maya bemoans, Larry grins as she outlines everything she’d need to do to Nick.

“Maybe you should, it sounds like it has a few too many demons over there even before this guy,” Larry muses, saving his resume and opening Fanfiction.net. His stomach drops and his jokes trail off. There’s several messages from XxWolfDragonxX. Shit, he’d just dropped off the map after talking to the guy daily.

He immediately types a response, assuring the guy some stuff just came up, he got fired from work, etc. but he’s doing alright. He misses a question Nick asked him until he repeats his name.

“Larry.”

“Sorry, what?” He tosses the message to WolfDragon off, his friend is probably off work it’s well after six for him.

“I asked what were you typing?”

Larry glances at his messages and then at his minimized programs. “My resume.”

He refreshed FF.net and got a message from WolfDragon.

Man it’s fine, life happens! It’s just good to hear from you again. I’m sorry for all the shit that keeps happening to you.

Again I’m so sorry, and yeah, it’s just been that kind of year.

Do you have a discord? I have something to show you but I don’t think ff.net will send it.

Oh? Uh yeah actually, one second let me find my ID number.

It takes him longer than he should be tosses the information to Wolfdragon. After a moment he gets a friend request on Discord, from a XxWolfDrgonxX surprising absolutely no one. The avatar is a gray anime wolf with yellow eyes snarling, which also doesn’t surprise Larry though he wonders where it’s from.

However he’s still on the phone with Nick, so he accepts it and turns away from the computer, “so what are you all up to asides from calling me?” He hears Pearl giggle and Maya’s voice in the background, they’re moving away, “how are they Nick?”

“They’re good,” Nick sounds happy and Larry can’t help but hurt even as he’s happy for him.

“We’re probably going to do a few things today before they have to head back,” Nick’s chair creaks audibly, “do you have plans for Halloween?”

“Uh, not really?”

“Do you want to come over to the office and hand out candy with me?”

“People come to your office for candy?”

“Surprisingly yes,” Nick sounds equally baffled by this fact, “so, are you in?”

“Do you want me to bring anything?” Larry asks, glancing at his Discord occasionally, where he can see WolfDragon typing. “Beer, Soda, popcorn and terrible horror movies?”

“Popcorn and let’s go with lighthearted movies,” Nick suggests, and Larry wonders if Pearl will be there. He’ll bring soda then, just in case. That or Nick’s gotten to be more of a scaredy-cat since their last Halloween movie festival.

“Have you seen that one cartoon thing that everyone raves about?” Larry’s seen so much art for it for Inktober so he needs to actually sit down and watch the show obviously is what that means.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Okay, I’ll find it, it’s some kids show but everyone who’s seen it loved it,” Larry sends a quick message to WolfDragon while Nick talks.

You sure are dedicated to your brand.

It’s who I am

Furry.

WHAT IN GOD’S NAME IS THAT?!?

That’s Potoo Firestar you fool

I want to hate it but I’m laughing too hard, it’s amazing.

“Larry are you okay?” Nick asks, and Larry can’t answer, he’s wheezing at the damn Potoo Firestar, he cannot believe WolfDragon got his discord just to send him this, and that it’s somehow made him feel so much better.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” he wheezes, and clicks the link that WolfDragon sends him to this person’s blog, “just saw something funny.”

He hops off the phone with Nick promising to see him on Halloween and bring candy and popcorn and the cartoon he’s seen everyone drawing if he could just remember the name.

He spends the next hour teasing WolfDragon on Discord for his avatar and username, all the while scrolling through this blog, which WolfDragon has dubbed “the only pure Warrior Cats blog”.

It doesn’t take long for him to agree though he does have a few questions.

So I miss all the discourse but I also miss blogs like this?

Listen man, some people are still stuck in the can cats be gay discourse?

Seriously?

Yeah, like sure the Erins just made a mistake making some tortoiseshell cats toms. OR they made several trans icons.

I can’t believe Tigerstar was transphobic.

Firestar made the first call out post

“OP is literally a Transphobe and murderer but go off I guess.”

Scourge: *goes the fuck off *

Listen, he wear dog teeth on his collar he can do what he likes, I’m not gonna be the guy to try and stop him.

Oh you do know they made Scourge and Firestar half-brothers right?

THEY WHAT

Yeah they have the same Dad

Oh shit I’d heard that theory but I thought it was just a fan theory

Nah they confirmed it. Also Tallstar was super gay for him

Like canonly gay or the fandom has shipping goggles glued on

Like so canonly gay that the publisher calls them good friends

What?

One of the authors says Tallstar’s heart always belonged to his Jake, but the publishers say they’re just good friends

What’s better than this, guys being dudes.

You’d probably like Tallstar’s Revenge actually, there’s a lot of your fic in it

Seriously?

Yeah man, like leaving the Clans to discover yourself the themes of forgiveness and parents and family there’s a lot of good stuff in there

I guess I’ll have to read it then.

Yeah, that blog I linked you even did fanart of Jake and Tallstar

Oh my god.

Did you find it?

Not yet, but I’m looking.

FOUND IT!

THAT’S IT

Okay that is gay.

Much like my fic.

Now I gotta man.

He did just lose his job but Larry’s got some money saved from his last paycheck and the commissions. What the hell. He makes a note to buy Tallstar’s Revenge next time he’s at the book store, and gets up.

Thanks for this.

Of course!

Is this the best way to contact you, or should I howl out the window?

Haha

FF.net or Discord works I’ll probably review your fics on FF.net still but we can chat here

Larry grins and tells him he hopes he has a good evening. He needs to clean himself up and try and rejoin society.

He showers, shaves, and pulls himself together. He also draws Wolf as a Potoo and sends that back to WolfDragon which is obviously loved, if the fact he turns his avatar into it was any indication.

-

Larry spends Halloween crashing on Nick’s couch, Maya and Nick fighting over candy while he snags some and occasionally slips a piece or two to Pearl. The kid’s clever and smiles shyly at him every time he does so.

They do settle down to watch the cartoon though Maya grumbles at points about how she wanted to watch the Steel Samurai Halloween Special.

They enjoy Over the Garden Wall though, even if it sends the girls diving to hide behind Nick at one point from the Beast. He lets Nick comfort, while he cleans up some of the trash into the popcorn bowl which he sets to the side, making sure it will not be grabbed by mistake by someone hurrying to give candy to trick-or-treaters.

He’s honestly astonished at the number that turn up at the office, until Nick says he thinks Mia used to hand the candy out, which makes sense. It’s tradition now. And Nick must’ve gotten paid because he’s got the good candy and he’s letting kids take handfuls.

He doesn’t touch that stuff only the bag Nick bought for them to share and the stuff he traded Pearl for because she didn’t like nuts in her candy. Said they got stuck in her teeth which Larry felt was a valid reason to not like them.

He tells himself that means they have protein as he pops a handful in his mouth. While Nick’s busy with some teens at the door and Maya’s tucking Pearl in on the couch he sends a message to WolfDragon.

Happy Halloween.

Technically it’s November, and I didn’t grow up in America

Spoilsport.

WHY ARE YOU AWAKE?

Work

Work can suck my dick, it’s what- oh

It’s six in the morning

You’re going to work

Yup

Listen, I don’t need your sass

It’s not sass I just woke up Writer boy

Don’t you sass Wolfman

Tell me you at least watched terrible werewolf movies in my honor

I did not.

Watched kids cartoons instead.

Warrior Cats Authors

There was an actual child in the room!

Ah what’s being introduced to fear at a young age?

Trauma I believe, and the kid’s had enough of that

You’re a good guy you know that, don’t let people tell you otherwise

“Texting a girlfriend?” Maya’s teasing voice made him jump, she wasn’t peering over his shoulder yet but she might’ve been. She might’ve seen the teasing and… no, she was looking at his face.

“Nah, just a friend,” he shoves his phone back into his pocket, she and Nick are both staring at him intensely now, he’s not sure why but they are.

He swears he sees Nick counting to three but he’s not sure why that happens either. He and Maya share a look, and Larry feels himself tense more.

He looks to Nick, whose eyes pierce him as he looks at Larry, “I thought you said you were taking a break from dating.”

“I am!” Larry insists, careful to keep his voice low, glancing to Pearl because however much they want to interrogate him he knows they’ll kill him if he wakes her.

Nick and Maya look confused again but it’s not his fault they can’t accept that he’s just friends with some people. He’s not even into guys anyway!

He shakes his head and grins at them, “glad to hear you think I have that much game though Nick.”

Maya smothers a laugh, while the edge flows out of Nick’s eyes and a smile takes its place, “you keep getting girls to date you somehow.”

“It’s that I have an artist’s soul,” Larry pulls himself up and rests his hand over his chest, grinning at the two of them.

“I went to art school too you know,” Nick points out, relaxing and smiling.

“And who taught you all those tricks for backgrounds?” Larry fires back, he’s always been the better artist for backgrounds and forms, Nick just had more practice with human anatomy. Nick huffs and shakes his head.

“I showed you how to draw men’s jawlines, ‘cause you only paid attention when the model was female-”

“Nick I’ve accepted my heterosexuality and horndog ways will be my downfall,” he fires back which obviously takes his friend by surprise, Maya too, “hey, I can have some self-awareness you know.” He glances over at Maya, “Nick, Edgey and I are allowed the common sense of one person but we have to share and Edgey came back and took it all from Nick.”

“Excuse me?” Nick looks so genuinely offended and Larry laughs, shoulders shaking.

“You took some back, TSA wouldn’t let him take it all with him.”

Maya’s grinning and apparently not taking sides as he and Nick begin to playfully jab at each other about who has more common sense, and it’s nice to be able to talk about Edgey again without Nick’s anger, to have him laugh as he talks and recounts stories from elementary school to Maya is worth the few bits of his dirty laundry that Nick airs.

They end up on the other couch, Maya curled up on Nick’s one side, Larry on the other; with jackets draped over themselves as make shift blankets.

“Larry?”

“Yeah Nick?”

“Who were you texting earlier,” Nick’s not judgmental now but he is obviously curious, maybe hoping that in his exhaustion Larry will let something slip.

And he does.

“He’s a guy I met online, we talk about like books and stuff. You wouldn’t understand, you nerdy lawyer.”

Nick laughs softly as Larry slumps against him, “that so?”

“It is,” Larry lays his head back against Nick’s shoulder, “very so.”

-

They wake up in various states of aching and trying to hide it, all of them trying to deny they’re getting old while Pearl buzzes around the office. Larry wonders briefly if she’s gotten into the Halloween candy for breakfast.

He checks his phone and there’s a few messages from WolfDragon.

You still there?

Don’t eat too much candy, aren’t you doing NaNoWriMo this year?

Larry only barely manages not to curse in front of Pearl as he realizes that he’s going to have to write his first 1667 words with one hell of a crick in his neck.

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kon'nichiwa~! can i request for a ‘gojō satoru x (l/n) (y/n)’ where (y/n) is a student and her cursed techniques are really destructive and powerful~? that’s why she doesn’t like to use it too often and instead relies on her physical prowess~ and satoru being the loving boyfriend that he is, he helps her not to have to use her cursed techniques too much by fighting the stronger curses if they’re paired up on missions and he makes sure to hide her from the power-hungry clan members and the higher-ups as much as he can~ much to their dismay cos they really want to know how powerful (y/n) really is, and so the higher-ups decide to send her on a top-secret and dangerous mission where she is to exorcise a major enemy or 2 in the sorcerer world and to also know what she’s capable of~ as she progresses through her mission, she’s exhausted and her surroundings are already in such ruins when another major enemy came to his/her friend/friends’ rescue, causing for her to force herself to use her domain expansion and after that, she’s in a humongous crater and the surroundings are just really in deep ruins~ and she barely survives the damages that the major enemies have caused her and the usage of her cursed techniques~ it’s up to you if she had killed those 2 or 3 major enemies or she had just badly injured them~ could you make (y/n) a kind but cheeky, soft-spoken but straightforward kind of person~? tee-hee~ and being the angel that (y/n) is, she keeps saying that she’ll be fine in a playful manner even if she’s talking so weakly in an attempt to calm satoru down and comfort him when he finds her and is bringing her back to the school to have shōko treat her, she tries to distract him by making her thoughts known that she truly thinks that her cursed techniques aren’t really that bad after all and wants to use them from now on~ fluff here and there and at the end please~ i just realized it’s weird, i guess — really weird, i guess — that i said (y/n) is a student while being in a relationship with satoru~ welp, i just want the other students involved, too, tee-hee~ like their reactions or something~ i guess this is up to you now~ what would be satoru’s reaction and what would he do to precious (y/n) and the higher-ups when he gets wind of this doing~? of course you can put your own ideas, too~ arigatō for taking your time to read this long-ass request~ oh and~! just want to let you know i’m deeply in love with your works~! <3

hi love, I am honestly glad that you enjoy my writing and enjoy my blog haha. It means a lot to me.

regarding your request, I don’t really think i can do it? personally as someone who enjoys freedom of writing, i don’t think i can fulfil this request? mainly because it is:

1) too descriptive yet not really at the same time? 

2) kinda long that i got lost in the middle haha

also - i personally have nothing against student x teacher content since at the end of the day, jjk is set in a fictional world, so I don’t necessarily think that the morals and such in our world needs to be applied in the same way. but that is an entirely different argument to have. but your request is just....so confusing to me?

so i genuinely have no idea where i need to start and what is going on? is it supposed to be angst or fluff? is there character deaths? if she had this destructive power, why was she allowed to become a sorcerer in the first place with the risk of her destroying the entire city? how many enemies are even out there for her to destroy? like i see how free i am to write for this, but at the same time i am just lowkey confused?

i hope i didn’t offend you because honestly, i am just lost 0-0