#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.

[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)

[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.