#people were even genuinely thrilled to see me so 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[racingliners]

Happy to report that I am still part of the volunteer staff at my local football club so, we move!!!!

[moneymartin]

teen gf Shauna headcanons pleaseee

🐶 - losergf!shauna hcs

warnings: mostly fluff but a lil smut under the divider :p

a/n: i know u didn’t ask for loser but shauna shipman is soooo loser girlfriend u cannot tell me otherwise. kinda messy and trash… i’m so sleepy rn i’m writing this half awake nd lowk a lil drunk UGH

taglist: @deerlottie @ultrone

my brown eyed beautiful baby where do i even start.

def the most athletic yj i will stand by this till the day i die

MUSCLE MAMAAAA

rolls up the sleeves of her flannels so you can see her muscles pop 😮‍💨

not a gym freak though but she works her arms 100%

cuddlebug fosho

little spoon and you can argue with me about that all you want this girl loves to be held

when she big spoons though she’s burying your face into her chest all the time

she plays with your hair tho no doubt abt it

even when you’re cuddling her instead

super soft kisses all over you while you doze off

sleeps after you do just to make sure cause sometimes you end up sleeping a lil too hard and she needs to make sure you aren’t dead

well thats what she thinks.

wakes up early even though she sleeps the latest out of the both of you

when you sleep for way too long she ends up full on wrestling you until you wake up

music geek

she def loves the smashing pumpkins, radiohead, the cranberries, the cure, mazzy star, jeff buckley, pavement, the cardigans. artists and bands of that genre

had a walkman like nat’s that you guys share on walks together

also has a vinyl player that she keeps at hers so you could listen to music with her when you come over

writes about you in her journal while she listens to the music

also writes these cute little love letters for you and she’ll write what songs she listened to while writing

sleepovers all the time though she’s one of those girls

drives you all over the place too

no matter how far so that you know she truly loves you

she goes absolutely nuts when you’re wearing her clothes i fink

esp her flannels

the moment you’re seen wearing one she can only think about taking it off of you cause it looks so good 😞

loves when you wear her jersey too

or her letterman jacket

funny sock gal

wears the one w monster faces on em or something like that

south park socks… hmo

SMARTY PANTS

got accepted into brown for a reason

she’s always helping you with assignments in case they’re too hard

she runs through them so fast though it actually baffles you to how she can do it

book geek too

has probably read harry potter a million times

edgar allan poe is her main dude she def likes poems and stuff from him

genuinely has a momma instinct

before you even get sick she tells you to be careful with the cold

and you don’t listen.

so you do end up getting sick and she has to take care of you until you’re all better

babies you but is also teasing you cause you didn’t listen to her warnings about it 😭 she could tell beforehand that you were gonna get sick

unlike lottie i think shauna has the ability to cook and stuff like that

not a 5 star chef but she’s good enough for you

being touchy in her public is her thangggg

you guys are always touching somehow

pinky holding, interlocked arms, holding hands, her just grabbing your wrist. she’s always gotta hold you no matter whaaaat

not very possessive but definitely a jealous person

makes it known she’s jealous w her attitude

has those anger issues we all know it

is not afraid to make a scene in front of a bunch of people she will cuss someone out for even looking at you

but she’s just jealous cause she’s really insecure :( poor girl my god

she thinks that the people you talk to are better than she’ll ever be

you have to reassure her countless of times so she can feel better about herself cause she’s always questioning you abt it

she loves little make out seshes behind the bleachers

its def the thrill of being caught like she loves that so much 🥸

when she kisses you she isn’t rough i think she’s very gentle actually

caressing your jaw and cheeks so you know she’s there and its not just some dream 😭

loves sitting on your lap while kissing cause it makes her feel like she’s the one in charge

also cause your hands are always in the spots where she wants them without her having to ask

biting…

teeth marks EVERYWHERE!!!

dom fosho but that’s not relevant rn

during arguments this girl is ruthless

not because she wants to hurt you but it’s because she’s always bubbling up

bottles up everything cause she’s afraid people won’t listen to her

but she’ll apologize eventually after if it looks like whatever she said got to you

won’t mean anything she tells you she just gets so mad at everything cause she can’t express herself as well :(

she regrets it so fast too like she’s immediately saying sorry afterwards

def a lace girly

loves showing off her new sets for you…

red black and white are the favs

OUUHHH

whiny as fuck but also holds her noises in cause she thinks they’re embarrassing

PANTER AND GROANER FOR SUREEEE

switch i think

like if she really wanted to she could top you but she’d rather be a power bottom

have you ride her strap or whatever…

its blue.

loves when you eat her out though cause she gets to pull on your hair

makes you talk her through it and when you’re topping but when she tops shes SO bold

she loves when you praise her thats the only thing she wants to hear from you during it

makes you kiss around her tits for sure

thats where she always wants you to be

when she’s jealous you’re constantly asking if she’s okay which leads into an argument

meaning that it’ll probably lead into really hot angry sex from her

the car scene really spoke to me

initiates everything too

anyways i’m done i’m so tired

[myfairkatiecat]

as an actual person getting a degree in criticism of english literature, i'd like to say that you are completely entitled to your opinion and i am entirely thrilled to see discussion of literary theory in the kotlc fandom!!!! it's fantastic and i wish everyone engaged with the work like you are!!!

that being said, I do have some questions? problems? smth idk. for you. This is not an attack or anything like that, pure academic camaraderie and engagement. Literary theory shifts entirely based on who, how, and why people engage with it.

You stated in one post that when an author writes their story one way, you as the reader can't really argue against that at all, as you are choosing to engage with the work. For instance, if you hate Sokeefe and it turns you off from reading the series, you can't say that the author was wrong without basing it in some real criticism. My response to this would be, what would that criticism look like? Do you have a good argument for why Sokeefe wouldn't be a good route for the author to take? I am an AVID Sokeefe shipper, and I can think of at least three. But I digress. My main thought here is that an author, at least in my opinion, can be completely wrong in their execution of anything. Just because something is written in a story doesn't necessarily mean that's how it has to be, or how it would best be written!

I genuinely think millions of writers have begun writing things simply because they saw a poorly executed story.

Writing, for me, at least, always seems to be utterly entwined with itself. Story, wording, execution, pacing, it's all combined into the whole it becomes. This is why Twilight is so bad, why KOTLC has isn't classics material, and why, say, Jane Eyre is! It's all combined together into a beautiful flashing collective, and it is when you get excellence across the board that a work of fiction really shines.

However, I don't think one can take the author as the prime example of perfectly executing their own story.

I would write so much of KOTLC completely differently if it were my writing, and I would argue that all of that would make it worlds better, even if some of my choices are primarily based on personal taste, not supported criticism, because I think that I know how to write just as well, if not better than the author does.

It is based in this very same idea, that even if I were operating solely out of personal taste that I could do it better, that I find myself disagreeing with your claim.

I genuinely believe an author can make terrible decisions with their story, and be wrong about how it's carried out, even if it's in the material and published.

Do you have any thoughts on this? Sorry, I know this is kind of long.

Anyways! Thank you so much for bringing up theoretical stuff!!!! I literally LOVE to see it!!!! :D Have a great day!!!

I love this stuff too OMG im going to college next year and I’m majoring in English

Anyway yes!! Most of what you said is actually about the execution of the story, which I totally agree can be objectively better or worse! I like to put all those things like style, pacing, and execution in the family of “writing” and things like plot and scenes and what is actually happening in the universe as “content.”

I think the “writing,” as I loosely defined it above, can be thoroughly criticized at any point, and ABSOLUTELY SHOULD BE! That’s how readers and writers alike learn and grow from other media and nurture their own talent! I can definitely think of some things about Shannon’s writing in kotlc that I would have executed differently, but with kotlc, I mostly try to ignore it since it’s………kotlc 😭 but no you’re absolutely right!

I bristle a little bit at criticism of “content” as I defined it above. I know it’s wrapped up in the writing, but I think things that are actually happening in the universe—such as decisions characters make or big events that affect the plot and characters—are things that are totally up to the author, and therefore can’t be objectively wrong. For example, Sophie deciding to date Keefe is something happening in the universe. Therefore, it can’t be the “wrong” thing, because it’s Shannon’s universe in the first place.

Now, there could be other pathways the story could have taken. The story might be more enjoyable to some people if other pathways were taken. But Shannon isn’t… “incorrect” about her own characters, which is a take I’ve seen implied (and even outright stated somewhere, I’ll have to find that again) since she created them and what she decides to have them do is a part of the story she’s deciding to tell. From an objective standpoint, we can discuss her writing methods and the execution of the story she is telling, but at the end of the day, if someone’s problem isn’t with the execution but with the story itself, their criticism ceases to really be helpful. That’s basically like saying, “I like Harry Potter, but J. K. Rowling really messed up when she made Voldemort a half-blood.” (Which might be a bad example because it was actually a genius narrative choice.) In that statement, you aren’t criticizing Rowling of her execution of the story, you’re criticizing the very story she decided to tell, which is her right as an author.

I think an author can make choices that don’t move their story in a direction that would lend it more literary merit or have more of an impact. But if those decisions are related to the “content” rather than the “writing” (according to the groups I defined above) then I don’t think anyone can objectively say the decision is wrong. That’s the other thing—the use of the word “objective” in situations it has no business being in.

In short, writers can execute things well or poorly, and they can make narrative decisions that don’t lead the work down a road that gives it more meaning, but when coming up with the actual plot of a story, authors can’t be wrong about what should happen in a story that is of their own design! If they think that their character would do X, Y and Z, then they’re right, because they created the character. Even if we, the readers, haven’t been exposed to a single thing about that character that would make them make those decisions, the author is still right about their own character. Now, in that scenario, the writing can be criticized, because a character who would do X, Y and Z should probably show signs of it earlier in the work so that it doesn’t give the readers whiplash and better develops the character, but the author can’t be wrong in their own universe by virtue of having created the universe.

Thanks for stopping by!! I love chatting about this stuff, feel free to reblog and keep it going

[ipatrichor]

dead boy detectives episode eight thoughts

oh my god we're here... the finale... god i have so many thoughts with this. im gonna try to keep things slightly organized and do a little wrap-up at the end but. we'll see!

moved spoilery stuff under the cut haha. but also technically everything is a spoiler? so it's just all under the read more 👍

first of all... niko my love my heart. i've moved past the shock i'm just sad now... my girl!!! i hate being right sometimes like... god she was so kind and she tried so hard and and. huauaauaghh i don't have the words for this just know im absolutely gutted 😭😭

and crystal... god i love the way they did her memories and i love that she was an asshole, but also she was a neglected kid with parents who didn't even notice when she went missing!! god. it sure does explain some things huh... idk i love the way she reacted, how scared she was of the person she used to be. but ultimately, of course, the only way she can go is forward. the only thing she can do is live with who she used to be and choose who she wants to be going forward, and she won't be doing those things alone

JENNY IM SO GLAD JENNY CAME TO ENGLAND WITH THEM. it sucks that her shop got exploded but also i think it'll be good for her, to get a fresh start somewhere else after the shit she's been through. i'm glad she's staying with the group i care her ^^

monty helping save them... alright man. you're on thin ice but you're at least back on the ice instead of falling right through so. you have earned a little bit of my respect back and im sorry that you were bound to such a shitty witch 👍

ALSO HEY SPEAKING OF EDWIN'S LOVE INTERESTS. can we talk about the gorgeous animation for the cat king's story????? HELLO that was beautiful and so impressive!!! it really transported me into the story being told and it looked so classic disney which made a wonderful juxtaposition with what was happening. i love that so much!!!!!

esther... god what do i say about esther. her acting is phenomenal, she's so well written to be funny and absolutely terrifying, i love her story and i love the way it was resolved. i absolutely LOVE that she wasn't beaten by the gang overpowering her, it was karmic. it was the retribution for the lives she's taken, all the little girls she's killed for her own selfishness, and their retribution comes to claim her. who gets justice for them, indeed

OKAY can i just say. i am absolutely thrilled with how the lilith thing went down i didn't even think they would use the image of her in esther's memories to contact her!!! i hoped she would be involved somehow, would right the wrongs that had been done to those little girls, but i did not expect it to be this amazing!!!! god i love that they put those pieces into the show so early, so we were able to guess that they'd come together and then they DO in such an amazing way!!!

and once again niko saves the day by being genuine and talking to people... god i love her so much. she learned the exact information they needed for this fight episodes ago, by talking to the woman near the beach because she likes talking to people and learning things!!!! niko sasaki the woman that you were.... god the fact that it's were instead of are. im gonna fucking cry

and the ending!!! they aren't on the run anymore it's been recognized that they're doing good so they're allowed to keep doing it and helping people!!!!! GODDD that makes me so happy i love that so much!!!!!!

ALSO I WILL SAY. when the superior didn't give them her name and then said the thing that tragic mick (finally learned his name!) told niko before she died... im not gonna lie my first thought was that she Was niko like somehow after dying she ended up in the afterlife outside of time or whatever. i don't think that's true i think it's just the theme of the show and that's why they said it twice but. for a minute i was like HELLO???

but the very ending scene!!! niko and the sprites? i think? idk im really bad with faces and recognize people through their hair so. did not help that they were dressed sensibly for the weather and their hair wasn't showing haha. BUT STILL. was that her afterlife? why are the sprites there?? what does that scene Mean is there still a chance for her to meet the group again??? please i need answers you can't just leave me hanging about my girl!!!!!! 😭😭

god this whole show has been amazing i'm so glad i watched it... thank you noble for introducing me to dead boy detectives!! i have had such a good time, it's been an emotional rollercoaster and i'm so sad it's over. i'm off to the tumblr search to reblog whatever i find and then it's to ao3 for me, with noble's profile as a starting point and then i'll scour the tags haha. thank you guys for coming along with me on this lovely experience! i'm doing a little wrap-up summary below to end things off

FAVORITE MAIN CHARACTER: god this is so difficult.... it's gotta be niko or charles, but know that i say this with the other two very close behind. they're all fantastic, it's rare that even when i imprint on a character (in this case charles) the others are all so good that it's still hard to pick a clear favorite, with niko even rivalling that imprint

FAVORITE RECURRING SIDE CHARACTER: jenny it's gotta be jenny!! i love her scenes i love her personality she's so fun i love how no-nonsense she is only to consistently be dragged into the Most Nonsense. she's a delight i love her and her proficiency with knives

FAVORITE ONE-OFF CHARACTER: kashi!!! fish guy!! he is such a goddamn delight he is the first character whose name i learned On Purpose instead of through the natural course of the show. i love him he showed up for one episode, performed his role magnificently, and swanned off to implied further fascinating adventures. love that guy

FAVORITE EPISODE: okay surprising no one ever, probably episode seven? i love what it does with the characters, i love the scene of edwin and charles meeting (well worth the wait!), i love all of it

SECOND FAVORITE EPISODE: okay this one has gotta be episode four or the jock one. five maybe? idk im torn between those two bc of the excellent charles characterization and development we get, and i've mentioned before what a soft spot i have both for the scene where he first breaks down and the scene where he and edwin hug. i love them both i cannot choose!!!

FAVORITE LOCATION: this has gotta be the dead boy detective office or maybe the inside of the fish. idk they're very different locations but they both serve their purpose very well and have a lot to offer!! oh wait shit actually i take it back the inside of crystal's mind with the tree. that's absolutely gorgeous and i love it so much

LEAST FAVORITE CHARACTER: daniel. the demon ex sorry i choose not to remember his name <3 he is daniel To Me. anyway they just did a really good job of making him a shitty asshole who also happens to be a powerful demon

FINAL OPINION ON THE CAT KING: uh. i mean i still don't respect him but he's a very fun character and i do enjoy his vibe. i actually liked him a lot better when he wasn't essentially holding edwin prisoner (imagine that!) so i think the coercive nature of that original dynamic is what really threw me off. i found myself enjoying his character a lot more with the bracelet off and them interacting on even footing!

and finally, i couldn't possibly choose so here

LIST OF FAVORITE SCENES

- charles dying and meeting edwin

- charles having a breakdown at the night nurse

- every kashi scene

- crystal speaking to lilith and when she appeared to claim esther

- simon seeing the blue light and possibly leaving hell

- pretty much all of niko and edwin's one on one talks

- the conversation between niko and crystal when they first opened up to each other

- edwin telling the cat king the binding bracelet is all he is and leaving to save his friends

- charles hugging edwin after edwin comforts him

- esther killing the cat king

- charles getting stuck in the loop of the devlin murders

- niko going out into the storm to save her friends

- niko's reading comprehension skills <3

AND MANY MORE that i am forgetting but here you go ^^ goddamn this show is good. hit me like a trainwreck though i need a fucking nap

[anubis-005]

(I'm just coming back from your friend's account because I confused you both and I'm pretty sure she tagged you so you can see the ask I sent her which was actually intended for you 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

I just wanted to pop in say how much I LOVE LOVE LOVE your nene's inferno au 😭😭❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ you don't know how much you shaped those early teen years of mine. And I remember being soooo obsessed with your au and artwork 😭😭

And I REMEMBER I CREATED AN ARTWORK FOR YOUR AU AND WHEN YOU SAID IT LOOKED AMAZING I WAS SO SO HAPPY WJSJSJBSS AND THE FACT THAT I CREATED MY FIRST TUMBLR ACCOUNT SO THAT I COULD POST THE ARTWORK FOR YOU AHHHHH 😭😭❤❤❤❤

Stay hydrated pretty!! I genuinely mean all of this. Your ideas and your au were just so so soooo good im still obsessed with it <3333

!!!! Hello there my friend! I'm so sorry for this late reply, please excuse me! 🙏🙏🙏 I'm beyond honored that you remembered me. 🥹 It's been a minute since I've been able to complete any fanart, even longer since I've done work for Hanako. I wish I had more time and energy to contribute more, but I'm thrilled to know my art is still enjoyed by the fandom 💖 Weehhh to hear that you loved Nene's Inferno, and you still think of it even now is just the highest compliment. I'm one big mushy puddle of delight and gratitude. 😭 AH! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAKING THE TIME TO MAKE ART FOR THE AU (AND EVEN MAKE AN ENTIRE ACCOUNT TO POST IT OMG) I AM FOREVER IN AWE AND APPRECIATE THE HELL OUT OF YOU. Please know that I cherish every single piece of inferno fanart. The fact my art could inspire you to create is already such a fantastic gift in itself. I hope you keep on creating whenever you can!

I will do my best to stay hydrated! (gotta replenish after unleashing all these tears of joy 😭😭😭👏)

Thank you again so much for following my art and thinking of me. Have a glorious day (or night) to match your glorious soul! 💖💖💖

EDIT: It would be remiss of me if I forgot to add that Nene's Inferno wouldn't have been much of anything without the help from all my friends and all the lovely people who sent in asks and art. Everyone, that very much includes you, came together to make it what it is. I'm the luckiest and proudest demon nerd in the world, and I'm so happy that I could be a part of that collaboration! DOUBLE, TRIPLE, QUADRUPLE THANK YOU ALL!

[noelledeltarune]

pokemon question from a guy who doesnt know much about pokemon. I am just now realizing that despite seeing them a lot I don't have a ton of context for the submas guys. what game(s) are they from, and whats like... theyre whole deal? (<- genuine question but also giving you an excuse to talk about the train guys)

ingo and emmet are the heads of the battle facility in the unova region :-] this basically means that they are the final bosses of an optional challenge mode in gen 5 (pokemon black & white / black2 / white2).

instead of gaining experience you're meant to fight several battles in a row with all pokemon set to level 50 to try get a streak as high as possible. there's regular battle lines where they're the 21st battle, and then "super" lines / infinite lines where they're the 49th battle but you can keep going indefinitely even after fighting them

they also have a mandatory story battle in pokemon black 2 and white 2 that isn't in the originals where they fight you with 2 pokemon that evolve when traded which i think is really cute :-] they have a similar thing in pokemon masters where they have an alt with pokemon that only evolve when traded with the other specifically... so emmet has dialogue that's like "my escavalier used to be ingo's karrablast, i'll continue to take good care of it for him!" which is really cute to me

but yeah in general they are just 2 guys who are really strong trainers in-universe and love trains.

the deal with them / why they got such a resurgence of popularity recently is because of pokemon legends arceus. it's a game that takes place at some ambiguous point in the past in a different region (sinnoh, the region for the gen 4 games diamond pearl and platinum). and the protagonist is sort of brought there by arceus to complete the first ever pokedex in the region while also saving the world LOL. and like. so this game takes place like roughly i'll say 200 years in the past from other pokemon games, and also in a different region from the one the subway bosses are from.

ingo is there. for some reason ingo is there. and he has amnesia. and he's very miserable about it. he was already a really popular character in the original games and now all of the people who recognized him (myself included) were like WHAT??? OH MY GOD??? OH NO????? WHAT IS HE DOING HERE. because he's just like so miserable and obviously misses unova and his pokemon and emmet a lot even though he barely remembers anything about it... so it's really conducive to like fix-it type stuff LOL. he does something similar in these games too where he organizes battles between the player and other people (himself included) but it's not as fun for me because he's a huge pushover in that game so there's not really the same thrill

but yeah he has a lot of dialogue that just kind of boils down to "i really miss these things and these people. even though i can't remember them my heart feels the absence" and stuff... if you do fight him and once he starts organizing battles he directly quotes something emmet says in the b2w2 mandatory fight and then after you beat him says he doesn't really know what it means a lot of the time when he says things like that but hearing those words fills him with strength 😭 he talks about missing his chandelure (one of the pokemon he uses on the super line battle) and that he's starting to remember a man who looks like him. it's just a lot he's doing really bad. he's still wearing the coat and hat he was wearing when he got to hisui (<- what the sinnoh region was called in the past in this game) even though they're like in tatters now alongside other parts of his old outfit you can see like presumably the shoes and his belt... he's really clinging to this stuff and it's sad because you can tell how homesick he is

he is definitely a minor character in pla and him and emmet were barely even in black and white as npcs but they're very endearingly written so i get why people like em so much

[leiandroid]

i finished daiya and loved every second of it 😭😭😭 such loveable characters, thrilling games, great rivalries 10/10 need act 3 like i need air

(some (many) thoughts below)

FIRST OF ALL i'm surprised terajima ended it at the west tokyo finals and not actually take us to koshien ?? i'd assume if he were to continue it (🙏📿🤲🛐) act3 would be the koshien run and not year 3 bc i mean for the STORYTELLING they GOTTA win koshien right? RIGHT???

there were a few decisions that didn't quite get through to me tbh !!! introducing takatsu and his backstory only to not have him make first string, and then bring in kaneda as the 4th pitcher who proceeds to have 0 panel time or any thing shared about him, when tojo was seen to still be practicing pitching and previously mentioned he wasn't going to give up on pitching was an odd choice.

logically speaking, i'd suppose kaneda was the 2nd string pitcher who's definitely had more game experience pitching along the year which would make him a better choice.

but in terms of storytelling, we built a relationship with both takatsu and tojo. drafting takatsu into first string and have tojo as backup pitcher/and keep his batting order position(?) would have felt more meaningful.

unless of course terajima has a continuation in mind with and this is currently not the real end of the manga, but yeah it just seemed like a weak decision. but i suppose it's not entirely significant in the grand scheme of things.

also i'm surprised for koshien they removed both okumura and yui. i thought for sure yui would stay and yuki would be benched. though yuki is a powerful batter when he makes contact, yui is more reliable. not that it matters much since we didn't get to see the koshien run ;_;

ichidai v. yakushi..........when amahisa's smile just DROPS when he sees raichi crying?? MY HEART...MY SOUL...I LOVE THESE CHILDREN 😭

and the narumiya/miyuki hug PLEASE LAWDDDD...narumiya acts like a total princess but he really loves miyuki doesn't he 😭😭 he wants to see miyuki do his absolute best and i just love that about them. i really loved that no matter who seido beat, their opponents wished them to take the top.

the sportsmanship is UNMATCHED!!!

and the timeskip??? AIN'T NO WAY MY BOY KANEMARU IS CAPTAIN LMAO i thought tojo FOR SURE. he seemed like the best fit in terms of temperament and people skills. ofc, the best choice between all these kids is yui, but he'll be cap in his 3rd year 1000000%

ANOTHER THING……i really do NOT want to be that guy but….sawamura bebey??? i feel like there were too many times that furuya stole the show 😭 look, their rivalry is amazing, just such a positive and wonderful depiction not dependent on them being petty and mean to each other but genuinely supportive. best rivalry frfr

i honestly do not mind if the point of the story was that sawamura is not the best pitcher in seido or the story, and that the point was that no matter who he'd face he'd try his damnedest to become better (like hello? from having 0 control to absolute precision pitching and a wealth of pitches in his arsenal?) you're doing amazing honey…

(and he also kind of alluded to that with sawamura's realisation that the baseball world is endless and he still has mountains to climb)

but i just feel like terajima set up so many storylines for furuya (i.e. narumiya, hongo). so if we did follow their koshien run, we would actually want to see hongo v. furuya bc we need that payoff. hongo set his sights against furuya, and hongo is furuya's greatest obstacle. and that would mean sawamura would have to take the backseat again and again.

sawamura's best game was against ichidai, not in the finals v. inashiro; and then after that giving him minor inflammation so he can't even debut at koshien. it's just decisions that make me wonder why we weren't truly allowed to appreciate the culmination of sawamura's efforts.

winning koshien in sawamura's second year makes the most sense storywise, but it would not be sawamura's shining moment. it wouldn't feel satisfying if furuya didn't have his rematch against hongo, and komadai fujimaki losing before the match with seido would also be unsatisfying.

did terajima write himself into a corner bc he realised he wouldn't be able to end koshien with the ace in a satisfying manner, having set things up to be in furuya's favour instead? seems that way tbh!!

however, i would have still liked to see it! even if furuya is the one to do it all, there are so many things terajima could do to make it okay!!! like sawamura giving up the final to furuya in acknowledgement that it was his fight to take against hongo. bc in the end, within the story, terajima kept asking the question of what an ace truly is, and he can make us sit in sawamura's head for a chapter to reach that answer on why it's okay to let furuya have that moment, and then he goes to coach kataoka to volunteer furuya to pitch that game or smth.

because what better way is there to show the true team spirit, the fighting spirit, the seido spirit, of what an ace is willing to do for the team? how sawamura truly embodies this from his core to his radiant energy, uplifting everyone around him, being the true definition of tenacity and hardwork. the beating heart of seido.

i think that would have been an amazing development and show of character.

and then ofc, a timeskip in their 3rd year that shows us that for all these reasons, he is once again their ace.

also mima texting miyuki every chance he got even until the end (i won)

[just-a-normal-crow]

Hellooo mun!!! If you met your muse (or muses, if you wanna do both or just the birb) how do you think that interaction would go like?

((omg hello!! gosh ahsjdk tbh i never really thought about it because i don't even like the idea of any of the actual canon characters interacting with me personally [see: @dolasach's reason for existence + this blog honestly just being made so that i could have a reason to interact with the rp blogs without having to bring out my oc] but this did get me thinking >v<

for the crow:

crows are honestly extremely rare where i live, at most i see them as small black figures in the sky when they're flying off. so if i got the meet the crow irl i think i'd be genuinely thrilled?

as in. i would go through the motions of trying to befriend the thing and also play the part of a fool that tries to feed a mechanical bird ;-; i'd hope that it'd be like what's going on with yvonne, but i'm not talkative enough with animals to get any sort of emotional investment out of anyone at onychinus hq for what drama might be going on in my life. so like. i'd just be a running joke to the engineers for being a reason why the bird keeps coming back with a chassis full of food lol

for dolasach:

okay so like. i so CLEARLY imagine myself to meet her because of some art event where she's a guest, like a lecture or workshop or gallery exhibit opening. she'd have such a particular vibe to her, i feel? that would make it shockingly easy for me to actually reach out and ask questions about her craft (if it were a gallery opening) or ask some really thorough questions + start a bit of banter (if its a workshop) even if her gaze would be so intense i might die on the spot <-aroace but not immune to cool hot people.

i think it would go fairly well, i don't think i've ever left bad impressions on more important people i've interacted with and half the time end up befriending them + i want to believe i'd get a genuine laugh from her 😭 that's all i want oml))

[tariah23]

alou. since there's not many people active on the topic lately it would be nice for someone else to share, what is your general opinion/take on ichi the killer (manga)?

Ichi the Killer was one of the first dark manga that really made me go “oh my god… this is kind of amazing-“ and at the point of reading it for the first time, I’d already been into gorey, psychological manga for a couple of years but hadn’t gotten around to reading it yet! I remember watching the movie immediately after reading it all those years ago but I felt like it was SUPER cheesy (still is. It doesn’t really capture the same urgency and chaotic nature of the manga at all but I can say that the film had really great wardrobe, especially with the fun colors they had Kakihara wearing. And they got a really handsome actor to play him since he’s kind of dusty in the manga but it doesn’t matter since he’s super cool 😭. His design is incredibly memorable for a guy who was only drawn wearing a generic black suit throughout the entire manga. I haven’t watched the movie in years though…) but the manga… I can say that it is definitely not for everyone.

SA being a major plot point in the story would turn most people off from it so I definitely get it. I read it back when I used to give literally everything a chance regardless of if it made me uncomfortable or not and because of this, I’ve kind of built up my stomach to be able to take a lot of these things. Some stuff, I just can’t though (stuff involving children mostly). But the manga was so fascinating to me! I enjoyed how both Ichi and Kakihara were each others foils. They’re whole thing was kind of one-sided though because of Kakihara’s perversions and his need to be hurt and hurt others. He must’ve felt like he was in heaven when he first layed his eyes on the MESS that Ichi left behind and found his uh, calling card, quite special.

The twist involving the buff ass young guy who looks like an old man still puts me on my ass still to this day 😭….. it really shattered the main theme of the story into a million pieces and flipped it on its head!? That was so….!!! I felt bad for the little boy who eventually became the guys next victim… that’s how the manga ended and I just… UGHHH. It was nice to see Ichi finally be free from his emotional shackles and learn to live normally after being groomed since high school and manipulated into killing other people all the way up till his adulthood. That was a lot…

I really loved the final showdown between Ichi and Kakihara as well!?? I like the part where Kakihara was coming to terms with the fact that he finds it thrilling to be running for his life and feeling real, genuine fear while at the same time, being in complete ecstasy like, he’s such a FREAKKKKK 😭! He was probably the most exciting character out of the entire story even though I didn’t mind Ichi as the MC. The story was so brutal and extremely tragic. I felt bad for most of the characters tbh, especially the women.

[evanpetersbuttocks]

for me actually the only real real problem is that evan didn’t even mention the victims in his speech

his «  i hope something good come out of this » wasn’t enough.

i know that he’s not for sure a militant like he’s not that celebrity who will use his voice and makes clear positions on societal subjects/ issues like misogyny, racism, politic, abortion… ( i don’t know if i’m explaining myself right bc i’m french and my english is so poor since i entered university 😭😭 )

and that not like other actors, he wouldn’t have done a powerful speech talking about the inequality and i don’t know why he decides to enter this project even though it was so touchy and difficult, he could have said that he wanted to perform this role to put in image how much the police was and actually IS deficient bc of racism in Usa. this would have been amazing i think. not just amazing bc it was socially acceptable to say that and to be perceive as the cool white activist boy but it would have give a meaning behind his participation to the serie instead of just having « like the script » or whatever he said to justify his participation.

i saw someone on tumblr who was defending evan and who was saying that basically making this serie and the fact that the victim family didn’t respond like now they should shut up …

i just have to say something just put yourself in their shoes not in their shoes but in their forever broken heart and life…

being murder by a psychopath isn’t the same as being taken by disease or an accident

i don’t know where is humanity in some of this evan fandom, where are the emotions.

this is what was lacking in ev speech some emotions about the serie and the victim who were real people

i know that his speech was meant to be professional and actually centered about cinema and you know the producing instead of trying to be an activist speech. but i understand why tony’s mom was angry about him not saying anything about all the victims 🤡 ryan murphy and all of them werent really shy while filming dahmer and using all the real names of the victims.

was that too much maybe to have included all those names in his speech ? or would have been so hard to reverse all his money to the family’s ? hes already a millionaire… you wanted to do it for the thrill and the passion of acting then okay but left the money ( and you all don’t come after me telling me why would give the family money would change anything ) to those whose murders are allowing you to gain money

why him and not the others ? all the others actually but the ryan murphy since the beginning you can see he didn’t care

it’s « his money » yes maybe but if those murders wouldn’t exist this money won’t be his,

it’s not on him only hum…. the amount of money received by netflix and his production lol but i think by playing the « main character » of this serie he should have took the first step and made this decision as a genuine decision.

like hello guys i’m giving all of my pay to the victim family, it may but bring back your lost ones but it’s not my money. i was just in this serie to help put in image all this deep racism problem linked to policy and also bc i knew this role will be really hard to perform but i don’t want and need this money.

it may cost you money but you know at least you’re not perceived as a white privileged actor who is still enjoying selfishly and gaining money on racism murders on the black/minor community.

i’m just questioning all of it hum 🤨

it’s just my opinion as a black woman

pls don’t attack me lol

i still love evan and i was soooo happy for him for his victory

thanks for such a big text and for taking the time to write this, dw, i understood you perfectly. and of course, i’ll not attack, because it is written respectfully. my appeal was rather to those who, without arguing their position, immediately and categorically humiliated evan, without considering both sides in their text. i agree with you in some way, if you search somewhere below on my account, i wrote my complaint about the series itself and it seemed incorrect to me to come to the victims’ house, ask their hard stories and just leave. i agree that this part should have been given more attention, and to be honest, the thought “he didn’t say anything about the victims and their families” flashed through my head at the end, it’s true. i was rather infuriated by the fact of the flow of uncontrolled shit that poured out on him, which caused a response in me. it’s just how people get their thoughts across. undoubtedly, forgetting about families and victims is unacceptable. i would say that evan himself is awkward at speeches, not very talkative, and very nervous, but as a ukrainian citizen (which i am) who himself faces death almost every day, this would be a strange excuse - he needed to say more and try to focus on respect and emphasize it. it just upsets me how people throw themselves with fire without controlling their emotions. of course, all people are different, i understand this very well, but evan seems far from the worst person to be so humiliated and even go so far as to cancel him, as i saw it. and it hurts to see such aggressive comments while much tougher people get more understandings

[flowitch]

okay final thoughts ab blood and guts last night:

-i really enjoyed the junglehook match. obv jack’s promos are iffy but that’s nothing new. i thought the match was great, and hook’s former bff giving him his first loss in his career PLUS taking his dad’s title from him is a fantastic part of the story so i’m really glad it’s continuing. i also thought it was one of if not hook’s best match so i’m thrilled. idk i love junglehook man.

-the SUPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE??? OW???? also hook no selling the german was fantastic. & also the ddt to the outside was pretty brutal as well. i assume this is all leading to a ftw rules match

-jack coming out to beethoven was so fucking funny i had tears in my eyes. also him smiling as he pinned hook was incredible

-taz on commentary has been such a nice touch to the junglehook feud. also him saying “don’t you touch me, chompy” to the fucking shark was so funny man. mans just watched his son die and now this shark is dancing behind him

-the roddy/adam cole/mjf love triangle is fantastic

-the dance off was fucking crazy and i’m so glad it happened😭i felt like i was hallucinating man it came out of nowhere. the pop for the double clothesline, the suicida + the holy shit chants were so fucking funny. i’m also really sad that they’re already teasing the breakup between max & adam like i really hoped they’d keep this going longer but now we know max is faking it even more now so i’m a little bummed. but still i love them so much. the matching gear + the mashup music was so funny.

-99,000 screaming maximaniacs in the saskatoon silverdome has been stuck in my head since last night

-idk why but dax & max seemed genuinely heated at each other during the face to face wtf was that about LMAOOO i mean it was prob nothing i’m not gonna go on ab it but i was like damn dax calm down

-daniel garcia should receive 1 million dollars every time he does his stupid dance. huge pop.

-why does tony khan hate women

-stat + the bfs all together again made me very happy

-the production/camera team is AWFUL bro holy shit. it’s not a new thing either like there are so many times that they cut away right as something happens and it makes no sense. cutting away from kris statlander doing asl, non-mic’d promos that wrestlers cut to the camera and they randomly cut away from, them cutting away from every single golden lovers moment, not catching any of the story telling big moments in the blood & guts match. like what??? get a grip man. i have the same problem w wwe sometimes where a wrestler is ab to do whatever pose they do at their entrance and then that’s the exact moment they cut away from the crowd or do a weird ass wide shot. like what goes through your brain??? that’s the one moment u should be on a close up of them.

-i thought the blood & guts match was great. yuta died which we all knew was coming BUT we got papa mox submitting For his son which was incredible. another thing i wish the camera would’ve caught. i think that’s why a lot of people are iffy on the ending bc the camera didn’t show a lot of the story stuff and commentary had to cover for it and tell us shit that we weren’t seeing.

-i also loved the ending of the match and them shaking hands off air bc it ended w mox finally understanding that kenny was right, that all the shit they’ve (the elite) been through together and all the drama didn’t make them weaker, but stronger when the time came, while the bcc was fucked in the end bc as cohesive as they were, they trusted 2 people that they shouldn’t have and underestimated the elite. & the bcc is big on bleeding w people/going to war w people and then respecting them, so it makes sense that they finally don’t see the elite as amateurs anymore and respect them. it also sucks that bryan couldn’t be there for the end of the feud :/

-tldr: loved the show besides the lack of women & the camera work

[rotisseries]

how did you feel about caitvi's relationship in season 2? because im thrilled that they got their happy ending (at a cost though,,,) but i feel like the execution of it in act 2/3 was lacking in some ways?

honestly I'm still mulling a lot of this season over in my brain (I'm also due for a rewatch overall. in like a week or 2 with my parents) and I'm very bad at having solid opinions immediately 😭😭😭 for a variety of reasons. so like. there's your disclaimer i could change what i say here at any moment.

but hmmm. I think overall I liked it a lot!!! (initially watched arcane in 2021 with only 2 pieces of info. 1 gorgeous animation, 2 lesbianism. they've delivered on everything I wanted) but yeah I don't think it hit quite the same this season, especially in the second and third acts, as I was expecting it to. and I can't really figure out why yet. I think it's mostly that we didn't get as much time with either of them individually as I expected? I expected to see more of cait and vi at their respective lowest points and whatnot. also was expecting a worse argument lmao😭😭😭 I love the drama. and a lot of that can be chalked up to them not having the screentime for all that this season (NOT weighing in on the discourse of if there should've been a 3rd season. btw) but when you're coming off of season 1, and even off of act 1 of this season, both of those were very contained? I guess. arcane has always been pretty fast paced and plot focused but idk. felt different. it initially felt like a story about some people in a fantasy setting, and then now it got this really dramatic expansion, becoming a story about the universe as a whole. which happens a lot in sff fiction and makes perfect sense remembering that this is a league of legends adaptation planning on leading into more adaptations, but nonetheless is a tone shift that always catches me off guard in sff even if I like where the storyline goes with that. not necessarily a critique just factual. as for their ending in particular I've always known logically that vi cannot have both jinx and cait, and in the end she'd always choose jinx so jinx made the choice for her to have cait. but I feel very empty about the loss of jinx and I think that's making it harder for me to enjoy the caitvi epilogue. I also think a lot of caitvi's dynamic is built on the class struggle, which was a far less prominent theme this season and could've contributed to a lack of satisfaction in certain story beats? idk. basically I had fun and enjoyed myself but also have this incredibly vague off feeling I'm trying to pinpoint. also I have genuinely sincerely no idea what I think of the sex scene happening in a prison cell and also right after jinx left to go kill herself

[brittlebutch]

I’ve finished MH season one, and “I don’t know the next time you’ll see me after this. I thank you for the help” made me tear up a little, especially because I’ve seen just enough about this to know it probably won’t end well.

Jay just wanted to help him. 😭

oh yay!!! im thrilled to be the reason people are getting into this series again; i love it!

at this point i Know so much about this series that i do sometimes have trouble differentiating what information might be available at what Time for someone new going through it, so i'll respond to your ask under a cut just in case (even tho it's really just a vague one-sentence joke lmfao)

anyway jay is so funny to me bc he is one of many characters who's like 'no i Swear i'm just trying to be helpful' while running around actively making everything worse. they were all making genuine efforts and all failing so terribly; they are so special to me <3

[orchidyoonkook]

My love! I looked on your profile but I didn’t see a name to address you so for this post I hope it’s okay if I call you the pseud Coffee! Just let me know what you’d like to be called!

More under the cut because I love you and intend on responding to everything.

First off and foremost: If I hadn’t said it enough before, Coffee, I love you.

Secondly!

How did Yuri manage to completely forget about Y/N’s feelings about the prince going to school there in a matter of days just because she’s been hanging out with him? 🥴 How do you assume that of your bff who’s in a relationship already, and then get upset bc she tells you that you’re not in one w/ the effin prince of your nation? 🙃 Smh

Yuri is this incredible character, and she is very dear to my heart. She has such a complicated background, that will, with time, be revealed. And to me, her reaction seems very understandable with who she is as a person. I’ve mentioned before that this story idea came from a dream I had back in August 2022, and Yuri was one of the people in it, name, personality, everything. She was just, Readers female opposite in everyway, and they just worked. 

However, Yuri uses escapism a lot, and as mentioned in chp 1, she’s a ‘royalty hunter’ as a part of that. So I found her reaction extreme (absolutely) yet very understandable. 

I mean, if you had the one thing you thought you could never have within fingertips distance, and all you had to do was push a little bit farther, even though it kept trying to get away, and your voice of reason came and tried to take it away from you all together? I think most people would become defensive in that case. Because it was right there! You just have to reach just a litttlllle bit farther!! You’re so close to everything you’ve always wanted but never thought you could have!!

And I don’t think it’s a “she completely forgot” so much as a “she doesnt want to see reason and goes to the first conclusion that she would jump to if she were doing it to someone else.” Y’feel?

I’d understand if she was just simply fangirling like before, but it’s clear that she genuinely wishes & practically believes that there is more happening between them, and that’s just… yikes. 😬 Makes me wonder how her reaction would be had the MC told her they have each other’s numbers…?

Ohohohohooo, maybe we’ll find out, hmm?? 👀👀👀

But I agree there is a strong, very thick, very important line between fangirling and delusion. And for some it’s hard to see the difference when caught up in everything.

I feel bad for JK, and it sucks that Y/N’s possible involvement w/ him may make things worse between the friends (or just Yuri being annoying in general lol). I don’t think she’s a bad person/character tho! 😅 Her reaction just seemed so… defensive?  🚩But it’s only the beginning, so who knows? The author knows 👁

The author does in fact know 👀

Again, once you get to know Yuri, I think you’ll understand a bit more why she is the way that she is. I love her and her chaos, but, of course, you are more than welcome to feel anyway about her. Some people just don’t vibe, amiright? ❤

With that said, really enjoyed this chapter! 🤗 I love that the MC isn’t afraid to speak her mind, and I adore how she’s not giving an answer until she knows for sure that she wants to be friends w/ him. Not JK thinking she was gonna say no tho. 😭 Boy thought she was cold KSSKSJKS

I’m so happy you liked it. It was my first time trying to write a realistic fight with two complete opposite sides with no common ground, so I hope it came across!

MC is such a planner. She planned her teen years and college years and then worked and is still working to achieve her goals. She wouldn’t let something like this detract from all those years of hard work.

And Jk’s just not used to it from people! He’s used to fawning, and easy and immediate yeses from people. 

Excited for more! ❣️

I’m so thrilled! Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, as always!!❤❤

To What We Were Before, And All The Things After | JJK | Ch. 2

Title: Unknown Numbers and Sharp Tongues

Pairing: Prince!College Student!JK x Fine Arts Major!(F)!Reader

Series Rating//Genre: (M) | College AU, Mild Royalty AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, S2F2L, Indiffernce to lovers, sloooowwww ass burn

Summary: You get a text from an unknown number and it flips your day upside down.

Warnings: PG13, mild swearing, arguments

Word Count: 3065

Release Date: February 2, 2023, 1:40PM

A/N 1: She’s shorter but just as important

Series: Chapter One

It’s 12:07pm the Wednesday after the assembly. You’re sitting on your bed sketching when a text vibration sounds from somewhere within the blankets crumpled beneath you. 

A pencil lead stained hand carefully snakes its way through the sheets to find your phone, and after locating it by your feet, you see a message from an unknown number waiting to be read.

Unknown Sender [12:07pm]: Hey, is this YN?

You raise a brow at the semi-suspicious text.

Normally when this happens, you just delete the message. You have everyone you’re willing to speak with in your contacts already, so you know that it’s most likely spam. But the difference with this one?

They know your name. 

Keep reading

[koorminii]

WHAT LIES IN THE DARK — bang chan (m)

What was supposed to be a chill night alone turns into a fight for your life; Chan has been watching you, waiting for the best moment to strike, and he’s finally found the right time — but why are you so utterly enticing?

pairing: bang chan x f!reader

genre: enemies to lovers (?)

word count: 3.5k

warnings: CHAN IS A SERIAL KILLER, NO EXPLICIT MURDER SCENES, predator and prey dynamics, mentions of murder/violence, breeding, mating press, degrading, mentions of stalking, morally grey character, dumbification, size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, pussy eating, oh and they have sex outside… on the ground. lmk if i’m missing anything !!!

authors note: I helped my friend sisi write this for her tumblr account, and she was nice enough to let me post my own partially edited version for chan!! so if you like jujutsu kaisen and wanna read this twice then go follow her at @kugokizs !! also holy shit i haven’t posted in almost two months 😭 the amount that i missed you all and missed writing is insane and the never-ending support even throughout my absence and inactivity means so much, i genuinely could never imagine anyone, let alone all of you, could like my writing as much as it seems you do, so thank you! i hope everyone is doing well 🫶

Bang Chan is a very sinister man.

He holds grudges, is very keen on practicing “eye for an eye”, and he holds dear his power over weak, vulnerable, young women. He prowls for the pleasure of it, for the thrill — to hear them beg for mercy, for one more chance. They beg on their knees as if he’s a God, the bringer of all evil, the grim reaper, the devil himself. And, Chan thinks, maybe he is. After all, who else could invoke such fear in people. Who else could cause someone to shiver just at the mention of his name? To run for the hills at any sign of danger. Who else could do what he does? No one, and that’s what makes him enjoy it even more.

Bang Chan is a very sinister man, and right now he has his eyes on you. It’s been months, bumping into you at the grocery store, handing you things that you’ve dropped accidentally, holding the door open for you, dropping food on your doorstep — he’s seen it all. Late nights with friends, early morning at university, skipping lunch to study in the library… Chan has been there. Watching, waiting, prowling. Ever since the first time he saw you he’s wanted you, to add you to his ever growing collection, to keep you, to make you his. You’re his. And the only one between you both who didn’t know that yet, was you.

He has a foot buried in your grass, a cap hanging low on his head and a knife tucked inside his jacket. He makes sure to move with precision, watching out for the automated sprinklers and for any animals that might come looking. After all this time he knows the routine well. He knows when you’re staying home all night, what time you usually shower, when you eat, everything. He knows you’re a naturally anxious person, jumping at any sudden movements or noises, and he also knows you’re careless. Blasting music on flimsy headphones, falling asleep to the sound in your ear, oblivious to the world around you. Oblivious to the devil creeping on your doorstep.

He crouches down low, your blinds open just enough that he can see you plopped down on your couch with a bowl of ice cream in hand and a silly movie playing on the TV. Your legs are curled up, oversized pajama pants falling over the soles of your feet, and your attention solely on what’s playing in front of you. Chan’s been inside your house before. On the rare days where he wasn’t following you around he made his way through the place, memorizing the layout, seeing which rooms were the most lived-in, taking his time to appreciate your bedroom and all it had to offer.

Drawers upon drawers of lingerie greeted him when he peaked inside — he didn’t think you had it in you. His fingerprints would’ve been all over the place if not for gloves, his face on every camera if he hadn’t known all the blindspots, and thank God you didn’t have cameras inside, because then it’d only make it harder for him, and if you wanted something a little less painful when your time was up, it was best you didn’t piss him off.

Though Chan thinks he might play with you a bit. You’re interesting, just anxious enough to get by yet careless and reckless enough to get caught in a stupid situation. You’re pretty — innocent in the sexiest way possible. You look like you’d go dumb for a taste of his cock and that’s exactly what he likes most about you, but he knows you’ve got a good head on your shoulders and he appreciates that, too.

The moon shines a ghastly glow over his features right as the end credits of the movie start to run, and that’s when he decides it’s time to play. He picks up a smooth, round, pebble — no bigger than a quarter, and throws it so that it hits the window pane. He crouches down just the smallest bit lower, eyes peeking over the blinds, and he trusts the darkness to obscure him. He knows that you won’t ever get close enough to actually look through them, and he’s right. Always so easily frightened, like a little lamb. You freeze where you’re sitting, head whipping around to look at where the sound came from, and you pause for only a few moments, watching and waiting to see if it comes again. At least a minute passes before you turn back to the TV, curling in on yourself and tucking your lip between your teeth.

Chan can barely stifle the chuckle that threatens to leave his lips, it feels like childish glee watching you get so scared from a measly little rock against your window, but he does it again, throwing it harder now, and the sound echoes so loudly that he can hear it bounce back from inside your living room. This time you stand up, looking back towards the window and stepping forward, head tilting downwards as you try to see through the blinds. You squint at the glare from your lights and otherwise stay silent. Chan is sure your heart is beating erratically, your hands starting to shake, and he thanks God that you have so many windows. You don’t sit back down, instead looking around the room and muting the TV. You stay like that for a long time, you’ve always been so overly paranoid, and it fills Chan with immense satisfaction to know that he’s the one doing this to you.

He walks away from the window, allowing you to rotate methodically on uneasy feet and a rapidly beating heart, creeping around to the back door and picking the locks. He’s already deactivated the back camera and dropped a cat by your front porch so it didn’t seem too suspicious that you weren’t getting alerts. He knows that’s it’s rare anything ever triggers the back camera, and you feel too secure with the gate locking it from the outside. He’s easily bypassed those barriers, and now he simply opens the door. He knows you have sensors to tell you when the door has been open and shut, and he didn’t bother shutting those off. He wants to see how scared you can really get.

He shuts the door and slips into the closet, covering his lone figure with various jackets and scarves that hang from the hooks. There’s boxes and bottles of cleaning supplies piled at the bottom, and they block his legs from view. He’s still, silent, and patient. He hears your footsteps rushing towards the door, your heavy breathing, your frantic whispers of “Oh God,” and his eyes all but roll back in undeniable pleasure. He’s going to ruin you.

Your footsteps get nearer before they stop, you’re most likely looking through the window of the now closed back door, hands trembling and knees weak in fear. You’re probably on the verge of tears, barely holding in a whimper. He doesn’t hear you step away, but he can see your shadow from under the door. Hmm. You’re trying to be cautious now, are you? Chan already knows this routine. You’ll run to grab your phone, call someone, try to get in your car and drive away. Maybe grab a large kitchen knife just in case, but what are the chances of you actually using it? Chan has practice, he’s skilled, he’s used to this. You, a lone studious girl who’s paranoid but way too careless for her own good, has never stabbed anyone in her life. Has never even imagined it, so what’s the chances of you dropping the knife before it can even plunge into him? Maybe trying to get away with a scratch in the arm or a stab to the leg, but Chan has enough scars for that to not even matter. He’ll keep coming and there’ll be nowhere for you to hide.

But he’s gonna let you try, let you think there’s a chance for you to run for the hills, that maybe you’ll get to some help in time. He’ll let that relieved smile flit itself upon your face before he comes back to rip that hope from your body, just to do it all over again until the fight leaves you completely. Maybe he’ll let you reach someone in time, someone innocent, and then kill them right in front of you. Make sure you realize that this is your fault, you did this, you put this innocent person in danger. You murderer. You killed them. You.

Chan realizes he has a lot to think about.

Your chest pounds with the rapid beating of your heart. Your legs barely hold your weight and threaten to crumble with every movement, shaking every time you stop and wobbling uncontrollably when you run. You grab a knife from the kitchen counter and run back to the living room and grab your phone. It all started with the random sounds coming from the window. They came out of nowhere, pounding harder and harder until they stopped completely. You had thought you saw someone moving behind the blinds but chalked it up to paranoia. It’s been raining a lot more recently, so maybe it was just the rain pouring down onto the windows.

You tried to go back to your movie after that, you had clutched your phone tightly despite reassuring yourself multiple times that it was nothing. There was nothing there. You were almost able to relax. Almost, before your security system alerted you of the back door opening. At that moment it felt like your heart had lurched out of your chest, as if the shock and fear had paralyzed and crippled you completely. The silence was suddenly too thick — too loud, and it was all you could do to attempt to heave yourself up and off the couch to investigate. You already knew you should never venture deeper, never look for the source of the sound, but you needed to see.

When you got to the back door it was already shut. You’d ventured on tippy toes to look through the small window and there was nothing there. Yet you couldn’t stop the way your breath left you in heavy gasps, the acrid smell of fear and anxiousness seeping from you in waves. You didn’t forget the closet right in front of the door, but you knew you’d never be able to open the door without shaky limbs. If there was someone in there, you’d let them leave of their own accord. You , however, were leaving immediately. You slowly stepped away, looking up to the ceiling and clutching your lip tightly between your teeth. Sweat formed at the top of your mouth and you felt like you were going to throw up. Your throat ached, your stomach was in knots, and you felt like you could collapse at any second.

You crossed the living room with amble speed, grabbing a jacket from the hook by your front door and running outside. Rain dropped down in an angered flurry, beating the pavement with troubled fists, and your shoes were soaked with water before you could fully cross your front lawn. You scrambled to get the car door open, throwing yourself inside ungracefully. The first thing you did was look in the backseat before locking the doors and wasted no time taking off out your driveway and into the streets. You wanted to play music, blast it even, it was what calmed you always and without it you were leaving yourself vulnerable to the fear you’d been trying to ignore. You’d be able to get away — far, far, away — and sometime in the future you’d forget this night ever happened. You’d contact the authorities, move somewhere tropical maybe, and pray they never came looking.

The fear was slowly starting to easen, there were no cars following you, no weird men in the road, nothing but the stars and the moon and the lone sound of rain. You were slowly starting to relax, allowing yourself to take a few deep breaths, before a hazard sign started blaring on your dashboard.

Flat tire.

Flat tire !??

You kept driving, desperate for a few more miles between you and home, but your car didn’t appreciate that, and you came to a stop. A fear-mongering, bone-chilling, stop.

You couldn’t afford to waste time. You had to keep moving. You jumped out the car, a tight grip on your knife in one hand and your phone in the other. Your feet splashed in large puddles, the streets lined with thick trees that had never looked so imposing until now. A quick look around told you that you were alone, but you couldn’t be sure. You kept moving, rushing but not moving too fast where the sounds of your splashing would drown any other noises out. Your hand curled tightly on the knife as if it was a lifeline, and your phone was inside your pocket — kept safe from the rain. Streetlights shined down from above, blinding white lights that illuminated the entire area before you, and you were grateful for it but loathed it all at the same time. Bright lights mean you could see everything around you, but it also meant anything around could see you too.

Your breath was shaky, every exhale felt like it would be your last, but you didn’t stop moving. The brushing of trees or a snap of a branch would make you jump and squeal in fear just to see it was a product of the wind or your own feet pressing against wood. Ahead you could see the shadows of houses, loud and imposing in structure, and your legs carried you faster with a new found determination. Your vision was blurry with tears of relief and raindrops that sat on your eyelashes, just to be blocked by something — something warm and soft, something sturdy, something breathing.

You couldn’t help the shrill scream that left your lips, but it was drowned out by the storm anyway. You stomped hard on his boot and sliced, not sure if you hurt him but giving yourself a chance to run away. Your legs pumped with adrenaline, your eyes wide in fright. Your grip on the knife only got even tighter, your nails embedding themselves lightly in your palm, but you had to keep going. Any noises became muffled as you ran, the sounds of trees rustling in the wind, rain slapping against the pavement, your feet slamming against the ground. His own feet moving leisurely behind you. It all became nothing but background noise to the pounding of your heart.

You screamed at the top of your lungs but it was to no use. Every clap of thunder, every downpour against shut windows, every burst of lightning fought for the right to be heard and you were losing. Your legs never stopped moving, you never stopped screaming, but you were reaching a dead end. There was nowhere to go. If you stopped to knock on someone’s door there was no guarantee they’d come open it, and it would allow him to catch up to you way too quickly. You couldn’t hide in any abandoned homes or under any structures because he’d surely see you, and that’d only trap you. Briefly, you contemplated running into the forest, but it was so dark. You didn’t know where you were going, you’d probably get lost and lead yourself right into his arms.

“There you are, little lamb.”

The whimper that leaves your lips has Chan grinning in delight. He surges forward, trapping you between strong arms and a broad chest, pressing against you tightly and dragging you backwards. You claw at his arms, kick your feet, and use the knife to slash at any part of his body that you could. You didn’t make it easy, and you could hear him growl in frustration. He tipped the knife out of your hands and then gripped your arm with a frightening intensity, you bit your lip to stop the cry of pain from leaving your mouth.

“Stop fighting.”

Ugh, get off me!” You cried, and you bit at the skin of his arm, hard, and he pushed you off, allowing you to fall flat on your back. You groaned, rolling over on your side before a dark shadow loomed over you. You winced, your eyes shutting in fear before strong fingers gripped your chin.

“Not so fiesty anymore? We were having lots of fun,” He cooed, a devilish grin forming on his — and you hate to say it — near perfect features. The only blemish on his face was the long scar over his eye, and even that made him look attractive. You lost your breath for a short moment, staring into unforgiving eyes and at pearly white teeth, before you came back to your senses and jerked your knee upwards into a firm abdomen. When the man didn’t even bother to pretend to be hurt you did it again, but this time you used your arms to push him backwards as well. He stumbled just a little, but it was enough for you to jump to your feet and start running back in the direction you came.

“You’ll stop if you know what’s good for you,” The man grumbled, but you didn’t stop moving. You wouldn’t. You didn’t bother screaming for help this time and ran straight through unforgiving trees and underbrush. You weren’t worried about getting lost anymore and could only focus on losing him and getting away.

Except he must’ve known, because gone was the leisurely pace he’d originally held. He ran through the trees with crippling speed, and it was all you could do not to yelp in fear and keep moving. But it didn’t seem like any speed you took was fast enough, for he kept getting closer and closer. It was just your luck that you’d trip over the roots of a large tree, falling flat on your face. You attempted to scramble backwards before he could reach you, but your limbs were growing tired, your brain was ready to shut off, and not even the adrenaline could keep the paralyzing fear from your veins. you whimpered as a large hand grabbed at your ankle, dragging you through the mud and leaves.

“Come on, little lamb, don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.”

All you could do is bite your lip to stop the whimpers and cries from flooding out. You squeezed your eyes shut, stiffening when soft lips brushed against your skin. “We can have fun, can’t we?” He murmured, and your breath left you in a shudder. Calloused hands rubbed against the skin exposed by the lift of your shirt, and small puffs of breath knocked against the shell of your ear. “Do you wanna have fun?”

Your heart kicks up a notch when he slides a warm hand up your shirt. You can feel the way his fingers ghost over your skin with an unnatural intensity, as if his touch is amplified tenfold.

“Look at me,” He growls, your eyes opening at his command against your better judgement. His pupils are dilated, staring down at you with desire. The way he looks at you is an awakening, and with a foreign feeling surging through you, you bury your fingers into the collar of his shirt, bringing him down for a kiss. It’s a little awkward with your apprehension, your fear, your desire to just give up — all teeth and clumsy movements until he takes the lead. He licks into your mouth, coaxing feelings out of you you've never felt before— kissing you into submission.

"I wonder why you're so pretty, hm? Been torturing me for months, sweet thing," He hums, pressing your thighs apart, tongue pushing against yours, his lips cherry red. You want to kiss him again.

Your breath hitches when his hands move to your pants, slipping under the hem and unbuttoning the fabric. When he pulls your pants down slowly, so slowly it feels like time stands still, all that’s on your mind is him. His breathing, his touch, the cold feeling of his fingers. When your pink, lacy panties come into view the chuckle Chan lets out is so deep it feels like a heavy blanket over your mind, soothing you yet igniting something in you that you didn’t know existed. God, you’re in the demon's bed but you feel like you’ve gotten a taste of heaven, and when those soft, cherry red lips ghost over your skin, trailing over your pelvis, leaving light kisses along your skin, all you can do is jerk in his hold.

"Pretty little lambs deserve to know what it feels like to have me right here,” Chan starts, leaning down to press a trail of kisses to your inner thigh. He bites and marks along the fleshiest parts, chuckling at your quiet whimpers and yelps. He slides a hand up between your thighs and rubs between your folds, still covered by your lacy panties. “Aren’t you scared?” Chan murmurs, before splitting them to rub your clit through the fabric. You feel like falling as he circles between your thighs, a gasp hiccupping at the base of your throat before it gets stuck— you can’t make a sound.

You faintly hear the rustle of clothing and the absence of Chan’s touch, opening your eyes to see him pulling his shirt off, biceps flexing as he does. He’s so big, and fuck, his whole body could cover your own if he really wanted. He towers over you, caging you in and surrounding you from all sides. When his shirt is off and thrown somewhere to the floor, he looms over you, his hands pressing into the ground at either side of your head, and all you can do is gasp— your eyes widening at his proximity.

You allow him to pull your underwear down until they’re hanging off your ankle, your arousal sticks to the fabric, but with a flick of his wrist they’re gone. They’re gone. Oh god. You’re really doing this. You take a deep breath, and when a warm hand comes to press against your cheek you yelp. It’s okay. You’re okay. Right?

Soft lips press against your skin, tainting the unmarked flesh with bites and bruises. He paints your neck purple and blue, fingers ghosting between your thighs, tracing and playing with the obvious wetness coating your arousal. His mouth travels upwards, pressing against your own as he claims your lips in a devouring kiss. Everything is on fire, hot and burning as lust begins to entirely consume you.

A small moan slips past your lips as he dips a finger into your slick, warm cunt, and you clench around the digit almost immediately as instinct. The cool air and your nerves make your thighs tremble, but it doesn’t seem to affect him— not at all— if the way he keeps eye contact with you while he fingers you slowly is any indicator. Painfully slow. You don’t know if this is to pleasure you or torture you, and you can’t help the way your thighs tense under his ministrations.

Look at you. His eyes roam over the look on your face, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, bright eyes glazed over and hooded in a bliss that’s otherwise foreign to you, a particular ease directed towards him. Then he shamelessly lets his eyes drop down to your thighs that tremble even harsher under his gaze. The action only forces his mind to run wild. He can’t help but wonder how you do it. God, you don’t know what real pleasure is— and it’s Chan’s job to teach you. Fuck, did he want to be under you, gazing up at you through half lidded eyes, hungrily eating up the sight of you bouncing on his cock like the slut you could be.

He dips his head down, and your hands automatically perch themselves on his shoulders. He grins, moving the finger thrusting into your cunt harsher, faster.

“Oh, god,” You moaned, loud, your grip on his bare shoulders tightening ever so slightly. His skin was warm under your fingers— soft and smooth and fuck if it didn’t feel good.

He groaned, cock stiffening more than it already had. At this rate he was probably going to cum in his pants untouched, but he held himself back. He moved his mouth from yours to slip lower, down lower and lower still until he came face to face with your arousal.

“Fuck. You’re driving me crazy.”

You tried to quiet your moans by clamping a hand over your mouth, but sitting up and watching the way he sucked and licked at your arousal made your head spin. He made the action so nasty. So filthy. He was wild yet careful. But what did you know? All you knew was that it was driving you insane and you didn’t know anything could feel this good.

One hand supports his weight on the ground by your head while the other is preoccupied, curled around his cock as he stares down at you— something akin to a beast in his gaze. Tip reddened and precum oozing from the slit while he groans. The tingly feeling in your groin was coming back, similar to the fluttering you always felt whenever a boy you liked would come bother you. It intensifies when Chan wraps your legs around his waist and pulls you closer to him, your body dragging grass from under you.

He rubs the tip of his cock against your pussy, teasing actions feeling more like torture before he finally sinks in. Slowly, deliberately, but you still tense. It’s scary, having something stick itself inside of you. Having him stick himself inside you.

“Relax,” Chan murmurs, pressing his mouth to your cheek. “You’re having fun, right?”

Dark eyes are locked intensely on your cunt, Chan watching the slide of his cock as he thrusts inside. His hair is plastered along his forehead, and he sinks back into your inviting walls with another roll of his hips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You moan, high and light, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss while Chan’s chest expands with a satisfied breath. He rolls his hips into yours— sinking his cock into your cunt saying the filthiest words you’ve ever known, before his words break off into a moan, his tone lower and deeper.

“Oh, please don’t stop— be nice to me,” You babble, your hands grabbing at whatever you can— his shoulders, his back, his hair; and that’s all it takes before he suddenly takes up a pace that’s a little faster, rougher as your pussy squelches, wet and messy while your arousal smears along your thighs and the ground below you.

Your body jolts with each thrust, pussy clenching around him as Chan moans—every twitch and squeeze of your heat leaving him breathless. “Come on, little lamb,” He groans, and you don’t know what to do. You’re too lost in the haze of pleasure that’s taken over you— you can’t hear past the slap of your skin and his groans in your ear. You know you’re moaning, but you can barely hear yourself. It’s all him. Him all over you, surrounding you, making you feel good.

He grunts as you clench down on him with another roll of his hips, sinking deeper into you with each thrust. “That’s it, pretty,” he grunts, “Taking me so well, fuck. So greedy for me.” And you tense up, your body convulsing and arching upwards as his thrusts grow more frantic— harsher and harsher as he groans gutturally in your ear with one last thrust long and deep, and when something shoots deep inside, you shiver one last time before your body sinks into the grass and debris and Chan’s weight cases you in.

You feel boneless. You feel when the man gets off you, when he closes your legs after slipping your underwear back on. You hear it when he sighs, something deep and satisfied, and you barely manage to answer when he asks you how you feel. Yet, somehow, it all comes back to you in a flash. You sit up, head throbbing, and stare up at him. Wide-eyed and fearful.

“Please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.”

He grins, “I think we can work something out.”

[chuuyrr]

Hello!! I love this series very much ☺️ I was wondering maybe Utahime watches bb scarlet for a day cause everyone is busy and bb gets really attached to her and when it’s time to leave she cries and clings in to her really tight and probably says “I want

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warning(s): possible jjk spoilers(?), very light gojo x utahime if you squint

i'm glad you're enjoying the series :) your feedbacks means a whole lot to me!! i also saw your other note about you accidentally submitted it unfinished, it's all good anon no worries. i saw the continuation :D

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(p.s. i've been meaning to write utahime and scarlet bb fushiguro interactions but i wasn't sure if anyone wanted scarlet bb fushiguro to see utahime as a mama-figure, im so glad you requested this omg,, my heart is so happy 😭)

not only was your father busy that day, but everyone was. they either had missions or agendas for that day so they couldn't babysit you. your father had to leave you as well since he had a very important mission.

gojo was running out of options who to leave you for a day when he remembered a certain someone from tokyo jujutsu high's sister school.

you haven't been to kyoto jujutsu high before, so you were thrilled when gojo told you he was going to leave you there for a day in someone's care.

by the time you got there, you were greeted by a very pretty lady at the entrance of the campus who was wearing a traditional miko outfit of white and red.

"[name], this is iori, utahime." gojo introduced you to the young woman, placing you down on your feet after carrying you in his arms. "she will be looking after you today."

although you could see her evident annoyance towards gojo, her gaze softened when her eyes fell onto you. utahime may or may not have disliked the idea of babysitting as she had no experience with it, but seeing you in person—made her genuinely smile.

gojo loved to brag about you everytime he was in kyoto jujutsu high. he'd tell everyone how amazing and adorable you are, but he doesn't talk much about your powers in here because of principal gakuganji, who was one of the higher ups, deemed you as a threat when gojo refused to have you study in their school.

he'd rather send you to tokyo jujutsu high since principal yaga is much nicer and he was one of the people who supported gojo when he faced and argued with the higher ups who found out about your existence.

before gojo and utahime could even say a thing, you ran up to her and hugged her by the waist, smiling. utahime had a very alluring aura, one that was calm but comforting. you could easily tell you were going to like her just like when you met tsumiki.

"[name] is.." utahime blushed, looking down at you.

gojo simply laughed at her reaction, "she's very sweet, i know."

after a small talk with your father about when he was going to pick you up, gojo left but not before he kissed your forehead, gave you a hug and reminded to not give your auntie iori any trouble.

"i'll be right back before you know it, okay kikufuku? be nice to utahime, now." gojo says to you, ruffling your hair as you nodded with a smile.

"i will!" you say in response.

once gojo left, you walked back to utahime who was smiling at the little interaction you just had with your father-figure. that was probably one of the rarest moments where she had seen gojo being genuinely loving and not being an annoying ass.

"come on, i'll give you a tour of kyoto jujutsu high." utahime motions you to come to her.

you nodded and ran up to her before you two walked, and just as you two began your little tour, you couldn't help but reach for her hand. utahime blushed once again at your adorable gesture as she held your hand.

utahime showed you around the campus, telling you it was a little different from the tokyo jujutsu high you were more familiar with. unfortunately, she wasn't able to introduce you to the kyoto students since they were busy just like everyone else.

she couldn't help but feel protective towards you when you two came across principal gakuganji. she immediately sensed your distress and picked you up instead of just holding your hand.

you, on the other hand, love her comforting touch and embrace. you ended up clinging onto her after that as she took you outside the school to eat lunch.

"thank you for the food, mam—auntie iori!" you tell her before munching on your favorite food with a smile.

utahime returns your smile. "it's no problem, i'm supposed to look after you after all."

as you two had lunch together, you two shared a conversation that she will never forget.

"auntie iori?" you called out to her.

utahime hummed, "hmm?"

"i think you're really pretty." you exclaimed, earning a small fit of laughter from the purplish-black haired woman.

"thanks, [name]." she tells you.

"i like you a lot! i wish daddy introduced you to me sooner." you say with a small huff escaping your breath.

her heart melted. "i like you too, [name]."

after eating lunch, you ended up dragging utahime down the streets as you didn't want to return to kyoto jujutsu high just yet.

she ended up taking you to the park and found out your love for zoomies. you got her to join you and your heart was incredibly happy.

apart from zoomies, utahime bought you ice cream and got to know your favorite flavor, and it turns out, you two liked the same one!

instead of seeing her as an older sister figure just like you saw tsumiki as one, she was more motherly so you saw her as otherwise.

utahime never stopped holding your hand and she always made sure she had you under her watchful gaze, may it be crossing the streets or going to stores.

she wiped your face and lips when you got sauce and ice cream on them, tied your hair when she noticed it getting in the way when you did your zoomies or ate.

you also noticed how she didn't seem to mind everytime you rambled about something.

"auntie iori, do you think daddy will let me ride a motorcycle like that someday?"

"of course, he will. when you get older that is."

"oh! did you know i met sukuna and he was nice. he had pretty clothes just like you."

"that's nic—wait, what?"

it was only a matter of time until you got attached to utahime. you absolutely loved her company and she liked your company too :)

after spending the entire day with utahime, you two returned to kyoto jujutsu high and found gojo in one of the offices along with some kyoto students.

you greeted the kyoto students and had miwa cooing at how adorable you were in person while the others commented at how you looked just like megumi and they noticed how you shyly hid behind utahime while holding her hand.

your timidness, however, disappeared when gojo turned his attention to you.

"there's my little kikufuku! hi, baby!"

gojo greets you with a warm smile and open arms. you left utahime's side, releasing her hand to tackle your dad in a hug.

"daddy! i missed you!" you say, giggling as he peppers your face with kisses.

"aw, i missed you too baby." gojo grins at you, "did you have fun with utahime?"

you nodded your head vigorously with a beaming smile, "yes! we ate [favorite food], ice cream, we went to the park and went to stores!"

"that's nice, kikufuku." gojo gave you a headpat, releasing you from his embrace. "we'll be heading home now, so say thank you and goodbye to utahime for looking after you today."

everyone watched as your bright and happy expression changed at instant. you immediately shook your head and cried out a "no!" which left them in shock.

"eh? you don't want to go home?" gojo was confused.

"i don't wanna." you shook your head again with persistence in your tone of voice.

this was the first time you weren't eager to head home after being away from him for an entire day. you always looked forward it.

"honey, we need to go home now."

gojo attempted to persuade you, gently taking a hold of your hand. "i know! i'll order us some pizza for dinner. how about it? we'll watch barbie movies too."

you immediately start tearing up as your lips quivered which alarmed and confused everyone, especially gojo.

"baby, what's wrong?" gojo watched you pull your hand away from his.

"[name]?" utahime looks at you in concern, kneeling down to your height. "do you not want to go with gojo?"

"no!" you say with persistence again.

you picked up your legs and bolted towards utahime, instantly clinging onto her with your tiny arms wrapped around her neck as you buried your head in her chest.

"[name]?!"

a gasp escaped utahime's lips and a blush spread across her cheekbones once again at your sudden action.

"i wanna stay with mama!" you cried.

gojo's mouth hangs in agape as he looks at you in astonishment along with the kyoto students who were in the office. utahime is frozen from surprise, she wasn't expecting you to see her as your mother-figure.

utahime tries to pull you away from her but you merely hold onto her tighter.

"[name], i'm not your mama.." utahime tried to reason with you. "you need to go home with gojo."

you shook your head, pressing your head further to the crook of her neck as you whined. "but, i wanna stay with you! please don't go!"

gojo smirks at this. he was probably going to blackmail utahime about this now. he was definitely amused asides from being surprised because he never seen you this attached to someone before.

sure, you can be clingy towards certain people like megumi and sukuna, but this type of attachment you were displaying was the same one you had towards no other than your father himself, gojo.

utahime had to hold you for two hours and went to yours and gojo's home because you wouldn't stop crying and clinging onto her.

eventually, she had gotten you to let go when she promised she'd be seeing you again when she babysits you or when you come to kyoto jujutsu high.

ever since that eventful incident, you started seeing her more often and gojo now calls utahime "mama" because of how you see her as such and he'd probably get punched in the face a couple of times by now if it weren't for his infinity.

when it comes to you, however, utahime simply blushes and gives you a headpat or something. gojo is literally the only exception for this kind of treatment.

she knows you grew up without a mother-figure in your life and how you longed for one as told by gojo, so she lets you call her as such now.