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[eurodyne-d]

❈ A WORK OF ART.

[flightyalrighty]

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[inkandarsenic]

A couple years ago, I made this post about the Harry Potter Twin AU I had living in my notes app.

Well guess what? I WROTE IT!

I will admit that the final product of the fic is differing in quite a few ways so far, but is the nature of fic not that it changes as you write it?

Anyhoops.

I just finished first year, and i have recently cross posted it from AO3 to Wattpad and ffn. I’ll link them all here. Please go read it and let me know what you think!

[crowcussion]

i think i lost more brain cells getting bassie than i did my last concussion

[thefreelanceangel]

SHAMELESS PLUGGING - FFXIV STYLE!

It's that time of year again! Here are just a FEW of the amazing blogs available to follow in the FFXIV community here on Tumblr! (A lot of them can also be found on Bluesky--two for one shot!) If you're not following them, YOU SHOULD BE!

@lynxden -- gorgeous shots, amazing information on lion dancing and the history of it, even some goddamn STOP MOTION ANIMATION with FFXIV screenshots, that is astounding.

@coldshrugs -- a gorgeous WoL and some absolutely amazing screenshots, I am just... *sigh*

@darcar -- a Viera as pretty as Anna (and I rarely say that...)

@cerbaros -- the GPose just gets better and better and BETTER...!

@zylphiacrowley -- ever wanted to go through the MSQ in graphic novel format? Zyl's got you covered.

@mist-touchedxiv -- come get you some Viera lore theorizing and some really interesting backstory!

@abyssalmermaiden -- legit I wonder what people drink to come up with such absolutely fucking cool character ideas...

@iron-sparrow -- why are you not following them? Why are you not following them? YOU'RE MISSING YEIN!

@ink-dreams-ffxiv -- the fishercatte is so CUTE!

@oneiroy -- not only do they put up some hella good mods, they take AMAZING shots.

@verysmallcyborg -- and if you follow Ryss, you have to follow Fornax so you can get the complete "butches in love" package!

@nolanel-corbeaux -- you will meet the skink and you will thank me for directing you to this one.

@ser-corviknight -- Avery has such FUN characters and one of the most unique WoLs I've ever seen.

@ahollowgrave -- I will always and forever push more people to follow Odette.

@feralkwe -- watching Feral get into GPose crimes is almost as delightful as reading their fanfic.

@arty-ffxiv -- when you meet Kupa, you'll wonder why it took so long to follow.

@drownedlight - this is really just a gateway to their AO3 page, but I know the fanfic will lure in just... OH so many...

@sezja -- a violet Hrothgal is the first beauty to greet you, isn't that a delight???

DO YOU KNOW MORE??? ADD MORE!!! GIVE ME MORE WONDERFUL, TALENTED PEOPLE TO FOLLOW!!!

(Like you @luck-and-larceny I see you posting more Malika lately...!)

[bellaxgiornata]

Comfortable Here in the Chaos 1:| The Drawer

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!friends with benefits!Reader Word Count: 2.9k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Fic Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; shameless smut, friends with benefits, sex toys (vibrator, handcuffs), Jax being a little shit, slight edging, fingering

Summary: Jax discovers your drawer filled with sex toys and decides to play with you.

a/n: This little 'series' is just going to be comprised of all my filthy Jax thoughts that I'm throwing into him doing with a friends with benefits situation. They'll be interconnected one shots (each with their own warnings) that sort of tell a story about their relationship, so there could be some angst and pining, but it's mostly just focused on the smut and my personal headcanons about Jax when it comes to sex. I have an entire list of ideas already (which is why this was written in a day), but at some point I could open this series up to requests in the future. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated! I have no shame, feel free to scream with me in the comments/reblogs even though it's smut.

Jax Teller one shot tag list: @kmc1989 @steviebbboi @bear-ink @secretlysamcro @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @bonnyclydecat @nutellajade @aria725

“You shoulda told me about this drawer sooner.”

Head leaning back against your headboard with a soft thump, you released a sigh. “Can you forget about the damn drawer for now, Jackson?” you asked.

Jax reached a hand back into it again, huffing out a laugh at your frustrated impatience as he continued to explore the items of your toy drawer further. You watched him shuffle a few things around, his head bowed as a few strands of his blonde hair fell out of its slicked back style, the pieces framing his face. You were the reason it was so disheveled, messing it up a little bit ago with how you'd been running your fingers through it when he'd had his tongue shoved in your mouth.

Something in the drawer caught Jax's eye before a smirk slowly drew itself over his lips. Glancing back over his shoulder at you across the bedroom, he met your gaze purposefully with his. You arched a brow at him from your place on the bed in return, your eyes dropping down to what he'd just pulled out.

One of your butt plugs.

“Baby,” he said, biting his bottom lip as his head canted to the side. Jax eyed the sleek black toy in his hand, his lip caught in his teeth as he examined it, turning it back and forth. “You've been holding out on me.”

Laughing softly, you rolled your eyes at him before giving a sharp tug against the handcuffs currently secured around your wrists. They made a sharp clank as they hit the wood of your headboard, effectively keeping your hands restricted above your head and you stuck naked along the sheets.

“You never asked, Jackson,” you pointed out before rattling the handcuffs again. “Now can we focus? You can explore that drawer when we're less preoccupied.”

His hand lowered the toy back into the top drawer of your dresser, a mischievous glint in his eyes as they ran over the length of your bare body currently laying there on display. That throbbing ache between your thighs had grown worse during his distraction.

“Someone's getting a little impatient,” he teased.

“When I agreed to the handcuffs, it wasn't with the intention of just lounging here for shits and giggles, Jax,” you stated. “It’s rude to keep a girl waiting–particularly like this.”

“Alright, alright,” he relented.

He turned and began closing the drawer filled with your sex toys, a look of longing on his face as if he wanted to keep digging around in it to discover what all was hiding in there. Judging by his interest when he’d been looking at it, you figured he hadn't really played around with too much before. Because you'd been in his dorm at the clubhouse countless times at this point–Jax didn’t have a drawer filled with sex toys, just condoms. And you could’ve probably bet money on the fact that most of the hangarounds at the club didn't show up with silk ropes or floggers in their purses or stuffed down their small, tight shirts. Which most likely explained Jax's extreme curiosity with your drawer and why he’d probably grabbed the handcuffs–those he was clearly familiar with. 

He'd only shut your drawer halfway before he stopped, a pensive expression crossing his features as he stood beside your dresser. Seemingly deciding on something, he reached his hand back inside and pulled out one of your vibrators before he finally returned his attention to you. 

“You look like you've got something on your mind, Jackson,” you mused, eyeing the toy in his hand.

A boyish grin tugged at his lips before he sauntered his way back over towards you, stopping at the end of your bed. He tossed the vibrator down along the mattress before sliding off his kutte nice and slow, as if you weren’t laying there naked handcuffed to your headboard. Your thighs pressed together as he haphazardly tossed his kutte across your bedroom with ease, the leather landing softly on top of your dresser while his eyes never left yours.

This was the reason you’d begun this arrangement with Jax which had carried on for months now, not long after you’d both met when you started working as the office manager at Teller-Morrow Automotive. Because sex appeal rolled off of Jax Teller in waves, and you’d gotten tired of sitting in the office just staring at him through the windows throughout the day, your panties gradually getting soaked at the thought of him putting those damn ringed hands all over you. So one day, you’d flirted back with him. After that, you both just kept getting together for incredible, fun, no-strings-attached sex ever since. 

“Awfully quiet, Jackson,” you pointed out, your breath coming in sharper once he picked the vibrator back up again. “What’s going on in that pretty, blonde head of yours?”

Something devious passed over his features as he climbed up onto your bed, his free hand landing on your bare thigh just above your knee. “I’m thinking,” he began, sliding his warm, calloused palm over to the inside of your thigh, the contrast of his cold rings raising goosebumps along your skin in its wake, “that I like you like this. Completely at my mercy. And–” he continued, his hand making its way upwards as his fingers slid closer to where you wanted them, “–I’m thinking I might want to play with you a little bit this time.”

A sharp exhale passed between your lips, your back arching against the headboard the second the pad of his middle finger brushed over your clit. The faintest whimper left your lips, the sound causing Jax’s eyes to dart up from his hand to your face. A smile grew along his lips, the sight of it so sinful that your hips shifted involuntarily along the bed as your pulse quickened in anticipation.

“You like the sound of that, baby?” he asked.

As if to punctuate the question, his other hand switched on your vibrator, the soft hum of it filling your bedroom. Your mind felt clouded with need as you sat there on your bed while Jax’s hand gently encouraged you to spread your thighs apart for him. You quickly obliged to the silent request, eager for him to deal with that incessant and persistent ache between your thighs. 

“Yes,” you answered.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, his hand sliding slowly back up your thigh. “You’re gonna let me play with you this time, aren’t you?”

His finger grazed your clit once more, the pressure just barely present, and your eyelids fluttered. Your body felt like it was on fire, desperate for him to do absolutely anything to you, but he was taking his time. Like usual.

“Go ahead and play with me the rest of the night,” you replied breathlessly. 

A pleased hum vibrated in Jax’s throat in response, that mischievous glint still dancing in his blue eyes before they left your gaze. Instead, he focused down on where his middle finger had been lightly circling your clit, the repetitive little motion causing your hips to shift along the mattress beneath his hand. Sliding his fingers down between your folds next, he gathered the slickness that had been dripping out of you along them with a sharp inhale. 

“Goddamn, baby,” he murmured over the hum of your vibrator. “So fuckin’ wet. Always so goddamn eager.”

Teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you bit back the groan at his comment as you watched him bring the vibrator closer to you. It’s not like Jax ever had a problem turning you on–even when he wasn’t trying to while you were at work. 

The second the vibrator in his hand finally brushed over the sensitive little bud between your thighs, a soft cry fell out of you. Eyes snapping shut, you hadn’t realized just how damn desperate you were for stimulation until he’d grazed the toy over you a couple of times. But then he was pulling it back with a soft chuckle, not ready to give you what you wanted. 

“Well, shit, baby,” Jax said in amusement as your eyes focused back on him, taking in the grin on his face. “You’re that needy, huh? Barely done a damn thing.”

“Been staring at you all day,” you panted out, chest heaving slightly. 

Jax’s thumb slowly circled your clit, the faintest of pressure evident, and you whined softly in response. His lips twitched at the corners, amusement and something hungrier lurking in his gaze.

“Yeah? Been watching me from your little office window all day?” he taunted, rubbing his thumb on you just enough to elicit a sharp gasp before he pulled it away. “Thought you were supposed to be cataloging inventory today. You mean to tell me my little office girl isn't doin’ her job?”

“Kind of hard to when you're making faces at me all day,” you replied through heavy breaths.

“Oh no, baby,” Jax scolded, shaking his head at you as he moved the vibrator back towards you. “Don't blame me for being distracted.”

He lightly skimmed the vibrator up between your folds before running it along your clit in slow, circular motions. You practically hissed in pleasure, your hips pressing upwards into the toy in search of more before Jax abruptly removed it. A whine fell out of you in response, your breath continuing to come in sharp pants as your hips lowered back to the bed.

“Jax,” you groaned impatiently. 

“Darlin’,” he replied, lightly chastising even with that grin on his face, “I said I was gonna play with you tonight. Don’t tell me you’re not having fun.”

“I’d be careful how much you ‘play with me,’ Jackson,” you warned, though the words sounded far too breathless to carry much weight. “Because I’ve got some silk ropes I’m not afraid to use on you.”

He chuckled softly, lowering the vibrator back along you and watching the way you immediately squirmed in front of him, your body writhing along the bed. Your hands uselessly tugged at the handcuffs still secured around your wrists, but it did nothing besides cause the metal to bite into your skin.

“Not really in the position for making threats, darlin’,” Jax pointed out. 

And he was right, you weren’t. Especially not with how the pleasure from the vibrator was starting to build low in your gut already, your hands still pulling uselessly at the handcuffs attached to your headboard. Your mind was half-gone now as Jax carefully ran the toy along you, watching how you reacted to it with a smug, satisfied smirk on his face. 

He was enjoying this.

It wasn’t long before you were breathing harder, the sound growing louder than the buzz of your vibrator. The pleasure building in you was gradually growing, increasing closer and closer as it drew you to your climax–until Jax once more removed the damn toy. A whimper of frustration fell out of you, but the sound was quickly cut short the second you felt one of Jax’s thick fingers slip inside of you with the softest wet noise. 

Head rolling back against the headboard, your eyes were barely focused on the ceiling of your bedroom as he began thrusting it in and out like he’d done countless times before. Your mouth grew slack as your hips bucked back into his hand, desperate to take his finger as deep as you could. A mix of moans and faint pleas for more continued to fall out of you as you shamelessly met each thrust of his finger with your own body.

“Fucking look at you,” he murmured appreciatively. “Shit, baby. That feel good?”

You attempted to nod your head against the headboard in response, eyelids still fluttering as you lay there rutting your hips into his hand the best you could with your hands restrained above you. You could feel the faint hint of your climax return, your release still out of reach, but each time his thumb occasionally grazed your swollen clit while you kept fucking yourself against his fingers, you felt its presence.

“Mhmm,” you hummed out.

He ran the vibrator past your clit again and your body jolted at the sensation, your toes briefly curling. Jax only chuckled at the sight of you, clearly enjoying himself as he toyed with you tonight. 

“You’re dyin’ to come, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes.”

The word came out more like a frustrated breath than anything. You were so damn ready for a release–an escape from that gradually building pressure that truthfully had been building all day trying to focus on work and not him. You wanted to come, you wanted that high only he ever knew how to give you. 

“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come for you,” you replied, struggling to get the words out through your hazy mind. “Please, Jax.”

Without another word, Jax finally shifted the vibrator until it was running with just the right amount of pressure and speed over your clit. White danced across your eyes as that pressure continued to build and build. You were right there, right on the edge, and each thrust of his finger into you was only further drawing you closer.

Until he suddenly slipped in a second finger.

“Fuck–Jax–”

Your brain wasn’t even thinking straight at this point as your back arched away from the headboard, a moan simultaneously flying out of you. Body shaking along the mattress, you were right fucking there now–teetering on the edge. Everything he was doing felt so goddamn good, you didn’t think you’d hold on much longer.

“That’s it,” Jax coaxed, noticing the way your pussy was gripping his fingers. “C’mon, baby.”

You were breathing heavily now, your eyes half-lidded as you continued to writhe on the bed before him. The handcuffs gave another sharp clack as you unconsciously strained against them in your mounting pleasure, your mind completely fuzzy except for the sound of Jax's voice.

“Christ, baby,” he murmured. “Go on, soak my fingers for me.”

With just a few more thrusts of his fingers and the sudden way he'd pressed the vibrator with a bit of pressure along that swollen bundle of nerves, you felt your pleasure crash into you like a brick wall. Your head fell back against the headboard as your body tensed, your pussy clenching like a vice around his fingers. Jax gave a quiet noise of satisfaction that you just barely caught before a high-pitched moan flew past your lips, the sound obscenely filling your bedroom.

Jax carried you through your orgasm, moving the vibrator off of you as his two fingers kept pumping into your pussy with deep, sharp, unforgiving thrusts. He didn't stop, not until your body eventually slackened against the bed, your hands no longer pulling against your restraints as your moaning quieted to just the sounds of your labored breaths.

“Fucking pretty like this,” Jax murmured, almost more to himself. “Fucking love seeing you like this, baby.”

His two fingers gently slipped out of you, your pussy feeling uncomfortably empty without them. Blinking your eyes open, you attempted to focus on Jax where he was sitting between your thighs. He had a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he set your vibrator down on the mattress before quickly sliding his two fingers into his mouth, casually sucking your wetness from them. 

Fuck, he knew exactly what the hell he was doing.

He slipped his fingers out of his mouth before he gestured them at you, a teasing grin on his face. “You need some help there, darlin’?”

You huffed out a laugh, your head still spinning from your climax. Weakly, you tugged at the handcuffs still restraining your hands above your head. Admittedly, your arms were getting a bit tired in this position now.

“Yeah, some help would be nice,” you agreed.

He rose from the bed still fully dressed, but as he stepped over to the headboard and began undoing your handcuffs, you caught the sight of his erection through the denim of his jeans. He'd definitely been enjoying himself watching you get off, and now you were eager to return the favor.

“Looking a little overdressed there, babe,” you observed, still breathing hard. “And like you could maybe use a hand yourself.”

He finished releasing your wrists from the cuffs, his gaze dropping down to you as your hands fell back to your sides. Tongue slipping out between your lips, you caught the way his eyes followed the movement of it as you wet them.

“Or maybe a mouth?” you suggested, arching a brow.

His hand reached out, his fingers curling firmly around your jaw in a way that had your pussy tightening around nothing, a spark of arousal already reigniting in you. Tilting your head upwards, he forced your gaze to meet his where he was standing beside your bed, that familiar dark, hungry look taking over his features as all hints of teasing left him. Running his thumb along your bottom lip, he hummed in response before he slid his finger past your lips. 

“Think I've got a use for that filthy mouth of yours, darlin’,” he replied.

[onlyswan]

jk releasing 3d on my birthday has been the greatest bday gift ever. ITS BEEN ON REPLAY NONSTOP 😋😋😋😋😋😋🤞🤞

what do you think oc’s thoughts and reactions were when they first listened to it??😭😭😭i need to know, art

summary: in which jungkook is crazy about you, and he sings songs about it.

> idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff, suggestive / word count: 0.5k

> content/warnings: allusions to phone s*x and well… s*x, finally found the perfect time for oc piercing reveal :P

> in which masterlist!

note: BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LINA BELOVED 💕💕💕you’re a source of light in my life and i’m so grateful for your existence <3 i hope all your wishes come true <333 lol surprise. i got bored this morning so here’s a baby drabble for u 🫶🏼 (i did say i’m taking a break from writing in oct and it’s sept 30 today so…)

—

jungkook pauses 3D at the 3:20 mark before the song can start playing again on loop, and then he looks at you with an excited grin painted on his face.

“so, what do you think?!”

you remain quiet under the weight of his tattooed arm swung around your shoulders, fiddling with his fingers as you always do when you can’t seem to sit still. it’s a contrast to the wide-eyed gasps and bright giggles elicited from you when his sultry singing voice filled all the empty corners of your shared apartment.

“mhmm…? why is my baby quiet all of a sudden?” he chuckles, nose nudging your cheek before he plants a kiss on the soft flesh.

“you were thinking of me?”

your eyes finally meet, and the curious sparkle he sees in yours makes his heart uncontrollably race inside his ribcage.

damn, he’s whipped.

“uh-uh. are you serious?”

you feign innocence, eyes going wider, surprised at his reaction.

“oh, don’t act all cute!” he exclaims, leaning back to watch an amused smile gradually form on your lips. ���who else calls me in the middle of rehearsals and whines because they’re feeling needy? at three in the morning! three! huh? tell me!”

“oh my god, shut up! when will you stop bringing that up?!” you lightly punch his thigh, ashamed of your shamelessness when your yearning for your boyfriend reaches an all-time high. now that you’re being spoiled rotten with physical affection, you can no longer fathom how you used to survive it before, being distant from him for months on end. “that’s more you!”

he blinks at you, contemplating for a moment as he combs through his collection of hazy memories. “you mean, during rehearsals or at three in the morning?”

you only raise an eyebrow in response, and the corners of his eyes crinkle as he bursts into a fit of giggles. uh-oh, this is what you must look like when you scold him for being frisky over the phone while you’re out in public, forcing you to bring the brightness of your phone all the way down or to hastily plug in your earphones.

the truth is he wants to kiss you more when you get a little mean, though he refuses to say it out loud because he knows that you won’t ever stop using it against him the same way you purposely wear red when you want to test his self-control.

“alright, so i’m crazy about you, and i even sing songs about it. sue me!”

you intertwine your fingers together, concealing a smile by planting a chaste kiss on the purple heart permanently inked on the back of his hand. “i’d rather touch you.”

at that, his hooded gaze travels down south where your crop top couldn’t reach, watching your stomach unsteadily rise and fall, and the butterfly-shaped jewelry that pierces your belly button seems to flutter its wings with every breath you take.

his teeth tugs at his bottom lip before his tongue sweeps over it, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“would you mind if i touch you first?”

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taglist in the reblogs! send an ask/dm if you want to be added (or removed) :D

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[odyssean-flower]

(This probably takes place after they confessed their feelings to each other some time in the distant [or not] future)

Shameless plug: read the winding path of fate here

"Madame."

You looked up from your book, which you had been reading on the porch seat. Neuvillette was standing in the doorway that led back into the house.

"Neuvillette," you greeted him brightly, then frowned as he approached you. There was a slight unsteadiness to his gait that was quite uncharacteristic of him. Was he sick?

You were about to stand up when he motioned for you to remaining sitting. "Madame, I have an urgent request for you."

"What is it?" You said, studying his face. His cheeks were imperceptibly flushed, and his eyes seemed brighter than usual. Could he possibly be...

Neuvillette didn't say anything for a minute. He appeared to be trying to put the words together, or steeling himself. You weren't quite sure.

"May I..." he faltered for a moment, then rallied. "Will you permit me to lay my head in your lap?"

"Huh?"

(May or may not continue this in the future)

Taglist: @just-simping-over-genshin, @xalphafox, @jqnehr, @favficdump, @thetwinkims, @cielclassy, @the-mxs-of-many, @mxyarylla, @lynettezz, @rosedpetal, @blue-sapphire-ink, @cringeycookies, @cherie-soup, @rilllvri, @anyaeuh, @sek0ya, @sawendel, @simpforfic

[femininomen0n]

Theloise Fic Spotlight

the theloise subset of the bridgerton fandom has some incredibly talented authors and i want to recognize their work! if anyone is searching for weekend reading material, look no further than this (non-exhaustive) list. newer fics above the cut, and old favorites below :)

The Manuscript by @pendale

modern AU, rated G, complete (3/3 | 10.9K)

“Their friendship began in a library.

[A series of vignettes in the lives of Eloise Bridgerton and Theo Sharpe.]”

nothing greens greener by @brynnne

canon divergent from the beginning of s2, rated T, incomplete (2/5 | 13.6K)

“In the midst of her first season out, hot on the heels of Lady Whistledown, and facing Her Majesty’s ire, an unlikely ally makes itself known to Eloise Bridgerton in a print shop in Bloomsbury.

Genesis by @cervidame

canon divergent, rated G, incomplete (11/? | 24.5K)

“Theo travelled to Staffordshire with his master's old suitcase and a letter all for the sake of securing an investment from a Baron he'd never heard of in the hopes of completing his apprenticeship with flourish.

However, Baron Stafford is a known eccentric and more surprises await him in the Potteries than he could have ever expected.”

The Bloomsbury Bridgerton by Jane_3yr3

canon divergent from the end of s2, rated M, incomplete (6/7 | 12K)

“Eloise Bridgerton flees polite society following the revelation of Lady Whistledown's identity and makes her way back to our favourite printshop boy. Canon compliant with season two of the series.”

a thing with feathers. by sondersoflight

canon divergent from the end of s2, rated G, oneshot (3.1K)

“He feels inadequate seeing her like this – the last couple of weeks he has been able to almost forget the invisible ocean that exists between them. Now he is too aware of his shabby clothes and his ink-stained hands. Eloise is lovelier than any flower he has seen. And she would probably roll her eyes if he were to say so out loud.”

The Fine Print by theloise

post-canon-ish(?), rated G, oneshot collection

“Sometimes, Benedict cannot help but miss the little girl who used to chase him through the halls of Bridgerton House -- the tiny, blue-eyed baby who pulled incessantly at his hair. But Eloise is more than that now; her heart beats large, and open, and wide. And it has expanded to include -- of all people -- a poor, radical printer's apprentice.

And he cannot stop it. He does not want to stop it.

shameless plug for my own works

[the-blue-eyed-firebender]

Just a lil Royai fic rec.

I'm new to the FMA fandom, but these two now live in my head rent-free. And so do these fics. Enjoy!

Catharsis by kekkubean

Rating: M

Word count: 5K

Summary: She knew better. And now a little girl was dead because she wanted to believe that her father’s behavior existed in a vacuum.

Or,

When Riza learns of the Tucker incident, she doesn't handle it well.

Excerpt: At her feet, Hayate whined, she imagined disapprovingly. It was definitely too early to be drinking, although thankfully she skipped training him on understanding the appropriate hours for alcohol consumption. Riza met his gaze and they regarded each other for a moment as the burning subsided slowly. Hayate cocked his head to the side, curious, and whined again softly, as if he could read her wretched mind.

She briefly, morbidly wondered if Alexander and Nina shared thoughts, or if one of their minds dominated the other in that body, or if it were an entirely new—

Riza slammed her palms on the table, instantly suppressing the thought, and abruptly pushed herself up to standing. Hayate jumped and slinked off into her bedroom. She stood swaying for a moment, trying to gain her balance and some semblance of her sanity.

My thoughts: This one is canon to me. I can offer no higher praise for a fic. Before reading this, I never considered how Nina's fate might affect Riza, but it just makes so much damn sense. The way kekkubean writes trauma is blade-sharp. And the pacing, the dialogue, the characterization - exquisite.

Anytime by myrhymesarepurer

Rating: G

Word count: 838

Summary: It was not his Captain standing there in front of him. It was his master's daughter, so brutally burdened with ink, secrets so cruelly exposed to the world by one blasted broken zipper. 

Excerpt: She lifted her head and blinked, feeling a great bit foolish that she stood in front of her superior, tortured over an issue  he managed to solve in,  oh,  less than one second.

How very Roy Mustang.

My thoughts: I've read this so many times. It's one of the first I read in this fandom, and I keep coming back to it. It's short, poetically formatted, and utterly perfect in it's simplicity.

Beautiful People by That Hoopy Frood

Rating: T

Word count: 6.4K

Summary: Soon after the conclusion of the Ishvalan Civil War, Captain Maes Hughes receives a phone call in the middle of the night. The message is short, concise... and perhaps the most terrifying thing Hughes has ever heard.

Hawkeye's apartment. Now. Come alone. Someone has been hurt.

A promise was once made amidst the sands of a distant desert land: oaths will be upheld, and secrets will be scorched away. The sinful had waited too long; Roy Mustang was indebted to his promise, and Riza Hawkeye had come to collect.

Shut the door; it's starting to rain.

Excerpt: "You asked her to follow you… she would have walked over burning coals for you…" Hughes felt hot, angry tears running down his face. His glasses fogged. His voice cracked. "You were supposed to fall in love with her, Roy! You were supposed to marry her and have kids and be just be happy for once in your goddamned miserable life… now look what you've done. Look at what you've done."

My thoughts: Riza's back-burning is one of the most starkly absent scenes from the FMA canon. The scene has been written and rewritten in fanfiction many times, but this particular fic fills the gap in a way that is just perfectly brutal and raw. The addition of Hughes' presence makes the whole thing cut like a knife. Like Catharsis, this one is canon in my mind.

And now, a shameless plug:

The Counteroffer by theblueeyedfirebender

Rating: T

Word count: 2.6K

Summary: On the eve of Mustang’s inauguration as Fuhrer, Riza Hawkeye submits her resignation.

Excerpt: He pulls a manila envelope from the drawer and stands, sliding it across the surface of the desk in her direction. Her gaze falls to the hand he’s extended, long fingers and pale skin, the lingering scar of a transmutation circle still faintly visible, crosswise marred by another, thicker scar, twin to one on his other hand.  

Something snags in her throat, but she swallows it down and picks up the envelope. It’s thin, like it contains nothing at all. “What is this, sir?” 

For a moment, he doesn’t answer, as if the routine honorific has stuck him somewhere unexpected. When he speaks again, his voice is thick. “A counteroffer.” 

My thoughts: My first-ever FMA fic, complete with an ACOMAF Chapter 54-inspired confession (iykyk).

[lovelessbachelor]

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shameless plug once more this is a scene from one of the latest chapters :D Ink gets his shit fucked up. Read ittttt

Anyways this is late bcs I had a discord movie night (rewatched Saw)

Used a VARIETY of colouring methods, what u see here is acrylic pens, watercolour and oil pastels. Also I remembered Inks halo! I think it looks lovely. Very catholic of me.

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Dream by jokublog

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This is still one of my favorite Scarecrow pieces ☺️

I'm grateful people enjoy my art to have it in their homes 🥰

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Wahoo! Been tagged by @aalinaaaaaa to do this little fun thing as an lil end of the year special , hehe :>

I think I started posting regularly in … July? I’m not too sure… but this looked like a lot of fun!

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Noha’s character intro! My stupid little emo assassin <3

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Mehri doodle sheet! My stupid little ray of sunshine monk <3

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glad to know that I’m now unashamedly spamming my writing and such ^^

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A snippet sunday post! I’ve gotta do these again… Lloyd being Lloyd 🙄

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my intro post! that… needs to be updated… ah well a new years resolution 😌

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Kaiden’s mini Whumpening ✨

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My general writing tag list! hehe now time for a shameless self plug—yall can still join ^^

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Writemas Day Nine! hehe love Kaiden and Felix’s friendship moments <3

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Writemas Day Four! Li Hua is Not Having a Good Time 🙏😭

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Writemas Day Seven! In which Harper and Noha have relationship issues I mean. They hate each other 😌

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2023: A Year in Review

Thank you for the tag @wanderlust-in-my-soul and @25shadesoffebruary; I'm always down for a trip down memory lane

Rules: Link your favorite and most popular post(s) of each month of the year and tag some CCs friends

January

Most popular: Payu and Rain make up, Love in the Air Special Episode (understandable lol just like with everything else, they were insane for this) Favorite: Yeo Jung becoming Dong Eun's executioner, The Glory (full black and white set, my beloved AND this monologue is just so *gestures wildly*) Honorable mention: Tinn asking Sound to help Chinzilla, My School President (had a lot fun playing the text and emoji animations; it took forever and a day but it was worth it)

February

Most popular: The Complete BL Sass™ Collection (finally gave the people what they wanted lol) Favorite: Masumi finding out the world is going to end, The End of the World With You (one word: ACTING)

March

Most popular: You're my man; don't call yourself a pebble, My Beautiful Man 2 Favorite: (same as above)

April

Most popular: Payu touching Rain's lips, Love in the Air (deleted scene) Favorite: Kiyoi just wanted Hira to feed him, My Beautiful Man 2 (shameless plug for my "don't mind me" collection)

May

Most popular: Why do you like me?, Be My Favorite Tralier Favorite: Deleted scene from Payu & Rain's first time, Love in the Air (I still maintain that it was a CRIME to cut that scene out)

June

Most popular: Bad Buddy meta; Ink and Wai are the only ones who know about Pat and Pran's relationship as shown with their outfits Favorite: Tongfah and Paper's first kiss, Second Chance (the blue in this scene speaks to me)

July

Most popular: Payu and Rain attending Sky and Prapai's wedding, Wedding Plan (I would like to know when we're getting the special episode of WP where Nuea plans Payu and Rain's wedding) Favorite: Domestic Kazuma and Ren, Tokyo in April is...

August

Most popular: Henry, the world-class insomniac, Red, White & Royal Blue Favorite: Prince Henry "You're in his DMs" tweet (this was the first time I made an edit like this and I love how it came out)

September, October & November

I went offline for a bit so nothing for these months

December

Most popular: Smol Rain next to Big Zaddy Payu, Love in the Air (first set after my three month hiatus; way to come back with a bang) Favorite: Welcome to Smirk City, Pit Babe (the first gif... need I say more?)

It's always nice to look back on the year like this because I sometimes feel like I don't contribute enough to the fandom (dw I'm actively trying to change that mindset ^-^), and something like this really helps puts things into perspective for me. Even with a three-month hiatus, I created quite a bit of content—content that I'm proud of :)

Tagging @raypakorn @musicdramalove @snimeat @forcebook @spicyvampire @aejeonghae @maxescheibechlinichacheli @dengswei; feel free to ignore~

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Pomegranate Ink: XVI

Series Synopsis: Unable to heal but willing to fight, with a fiancé in Kyoto and a last name that looms over everything you do, you accept an offer to study at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. What you did not know was that your salvation and your ruination alike would soon join you at the school, neatly wrapped in the form of a boy followed by death.

Chapter Synopsis: Your outing with Gojo is interrupted by the higher ups requesting that you go check in on Megumi Fushiguro, who still hasn’t returned from his mission from the morning.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 6.7k

Content Warnings: angst, misogyny, naoya zenin, forbidden relationships, canon-typical violence, character death, original characters included

A/N: i hate writing sukuna because he’s such a little freak in canon that almost any decision i make abt him feels ooc so sorry to my sukuna lovers but this is the way he is in this fic please don’t be too mad. also yeah megumi is probably kinda ooc here too feel free to be annoyed abt that. I ACTUALLY CAN WRITE HIM (# shameless ‘a song for the drowned’ plug) I PROMISE. just not in this chapter apparently.

“My father resents me for it,” you said. It was the first thing you said to Gojo as you sat down together. He pulled out a napkin from the holder sitting in the middle of the cheap linoleum table and used it to wipe away the crumbs that still littered the surface. “For finding a way around that ultimatum he gave me.”

To heal or to fight. According to your father and the rest of the higher ups, these were the only choices you had, and they were very much so mutually exclusive. You could do one or the other but not both, and the fact was that they were actually correct in saying this. On your own, you could not do it, could not have both, but you were no longer on your own. Not anymore.

“Is that so?” Gojo said, lips quirking up in amusement. “Well, I’ve always wondered how your poor mother married such a man. Isn’t it something, that he has somehow fathered such a prodigy and yet hates her for the mere fact that she is out of his control? Ironic, really. You are exactly what the L/N clan has needed for so many years, and yet now that you are born, you are despised.”

“I am a girl,” you reminded Gojo. “I’m not exactly what they were hoping for in terms of an heir.”

It was a little disquieting when he smiled with his teeth bared. If you did not know him in the way that you did, you’d consider it almost unnatural, even, but as the case was, it just seemed to you as if it were too wide. Too bright, too false. An emotion conveyed that he did not even mean.

“No, I’d wager you’re a great deal better,” he said, reaching out to pat you on the shoulder. “The girl who brought someone back to life and the youngest Grade 1 sorcerer in recent history; you’ve really proven yourself in the past year. I can say that at least I am proud of you, even if your family isn’t.”

“Thanks, I guess,” you said, uncomfortable with the praise. “Anyways, my mother is proud of me, so that makes two of you. As for the rest of my family, I believe that they are unsure. They do not understand what it means for the clan, that I can do both — albeit at Tullia’s expense.”

The past few weeks, you and Tullia had been training intensely with Shoko Ieri, the only Reverse Cursed Technique user not associated with the L/N clan. It had been a slow process at first, trying to figure out how to push your limits without putting Tullia through the same torture that you had inadvertently subjected her to in the process of healing Toge.

You were not always successful. You could not count the amount of times you had had to stop Composition but were not fast enough, were not able to cut it off before she began to bleed again. But it was better now; though nosebleeds were an inevitable side effect, it was a compromise that all parties were somewhat satisfied with. According to her, she barely even felt them.

It was through such tireless practice that you discovered the way to use the contract to your advantage. By pushing the entire responsibility of the cursed energy supplication to Tullia, you were able to ensure that your body was naturally receptive to receiving the repercussions of the Reverse Cursed Technique. An exchange for an exchange, a burden for a burden, but a far more advantageous one than the earlier scenario, because you possessed the body of a L/N, uniquely designed to handle the pain of Composition, and Tullia had that rare cursed technique which meant her reserves were not dependent on her innate self but instead drew from outside sources and could approach infinity if she had sufficient access to poison.

“The healer and the empty glass,” Gojo said, nodding in approval. “Who would’ve thought that things would turn out like this?”

“I suppose that’s the case. Isn’t it strange? I feel like I should be thanking Naoya. It’s only because of his irresponsibility that Tullia and I could even form the contract in the first place,” you said. Gojo choked on the pastry he had ordered.

“There’s never a situation that would justify you thanking him, so you can put that thought out of your mind,” he said.

“I was only half serious. If there’s anyone to thank, it’s Elakshi, for bringing that curse to Japan. By the way, have you heard anything from Iori about her and how she’s settling in?” you said.

“Nope, Utahime is in one of those phases where she won’t respond to my texts or calls,” he said, pouting comically. “I wish she wouldn’t do that! It makes planning faculty get togethers a real pain, you know?”

“I‘ll ask Noritoshi about it, then,” you said. “And I’ll tell him to tell Iori to text you back or whatever.”

“I knew you were my favorite student for a reason,” he said.

“Technically, I’m not your student anymore, I’m Kusakabe’s, so I believe that means Megumi has to be your favorite. By process of elimination — after all, he is the only first year,” you said.

“The other one is coming soon!” Gojo said. “She’s a girl, too. The one who you’re going to try to mentor or whatever. Are you excited to meet her?”

“Naturally. Though I don’t know if the mentoring life is necessarily for me, it would be nice for someone to look up to me and find me cool and occasionally ask me for advice,” you said.

“I always wished I had someone like that. Nanami was my greatest chance, but on the whole he found me mostly irritating,” he said. You smiled, taking a small bite of your own pastry, chewing and swallowing before you spoke.

“Maybe you already have someone like that,” you said. He cocked his head.

“Do you think so?” he said. You shrugged.

“It could be,” you said. Gojo waited for a moment, but when you did not speak further, he sighed.

“Honestly,” he said, and though he was wearing a blindfold, you could feel the weight of his eye roll. “Of course you won’t elaborate. Frustrating child.”

“I learned from the best,” you said. He stuck his tongue out at you, but could not otherwise argue; after all, your logic was irrefutable. In the year that you had become truly close with Gojo, you had found his personality to have rubbed off on yours the slightest bit. It was both a positive and a negative — that is to say, it was a positive for you and a negative for just about everyone else.

“Moving on, have you started thinking about what you’ll do after your graduation?” Gojo said.

“Huh? Become a sorcerer, of course. I’m already a first grade, it only makes sense that I’d continue to fight. I guess I can heal on the side, if Tullia permits it, but the main thing I’ll do is exorcising,” you said.

“I don’t mean for your occupation. When you don’t have your schoolwork to occupy you and you don’t live in the same building as all of your friends, what will you do? For fun. To entertain yourself. That kind of thing,” he said.

“I’m not sure,” you admitted. “I’ll take up something or another. Though, if we’re being realistic, how much free time do you genuinely think I’ll have? There’s not a large amount of sorcerers in the first place, and of that sum total, ones that are as highly ranked as I am barely even number in the double digits. I can worry about entertainment once I’ve retired, and I doubt that that’s going to happen for a very long time.”

“Sorry,” Gojo said. It was unclear what he was apologizing for. That you had inherited such a world? That he had brought up the topic in the first place? That he was so aware of the problem but could not fix it?

Maybe he might’ve explained himself further, but just then, your phone rang. You frowned at the contact flashing on the screen: Yoshinobu Gakuganji. Motioning for Gojo to pay for the desserts you had been eating, you clicked the ‘accept’ button and held the phone up to your ear.

“I didn’t know you could use a phone,” you said critically. “I thought you only communicated by mail, principal.”

“Don’t be daft, girl,” Principal Gakuganji snapped, as if you were saying something entirely unbelievable — as if he did not consistently send you mission instructions through letters instead of emails, as was the commonly accepted practice! “Of course I can use a phone.”

“Why have you called me? I’m a little busy right now,” you said. Gojo mouthed who? at me. You made a face and mimed playing a guitar at him. He pursed his lips, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently.

“Did you know that first-year student Megumi Fushiguro is on a mission to pick up a cursed object at present?” the principal said, his voice heavy and wheezy as always.

“Still? I thought he was sent on that mission in the morning?” you said.

“That is the case. Because of the sensitive nature of the object — it’s one of Sukuna’s fingers, you know — we’ve been trying to get ahold of Satoru Gojo to go and check on his progress and make sure everything is alright. Unfortunately, it seems as though all of the higher ups’ numbers have been blocked on his phone,” he said. You snorted but disguised it as a cough, though judging by Principal Gakuganji’s fed-up exhale, you had not exactly been successful.

“Why didn’t you just email him?” you said.

“We thought it would take too long, so we decided to call you. As a first grade sorcerer, you’re the next best option, and we believed your personal relationship with Fushiguro might incline you to be prompt,” he said.

“Personal relationship?” you said, causing Gojo’s jaw to drop in surprise. Digging your school uniform out of your bag, you stomped towards the bathroom so that you could change. Though you were none-too-pleased about it, it remained that Principal Gakuganji was, in a sense, correct: certainly you would not leave Fushiguro in danger without even trying to help.

“He is your underclassman, so naturally there is a friendship that exists between you two that would not be there if we were to call in one of the older Grade 1s. Even Aoi Todo would not have the same fondness. Unless there is something more to it?” His tone ticked up with suspicion at the last question. You gritted your teeth as you bent over to tie your shoes.

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s my dear little junior, so I’ll go make sure everything’s alright, but there’s nothing more to it at all,” you said.

“That’s a relief to hear. And if you can, please let that wastrel know that he’s needed as well,” Principal Gakuganji said.

“You’re so rude to Gojo, for being someone that depends on him so greatly,” you said. “I’ll pass along the message.”

With that, you disconnected the call and strode out of the bathroom, not feeling up to discussing anything more with the aged principal, who was nothing like your own Principal Yaga — now that was what a principal ought to behave like, according to you. To be sure, he was a little eccentric, but after so many years as a sorcerer, who wouldn’t be? At the end of it, though, he did care about his students more than the status quo, which spoke more than enough as to the quality of his character, in your opinion.

“We have to go,” you said, returning to Gojo, who was sitting at the now-clean table, his chin in his hands. “The higher ups want us to check in on Megumi’s mission. Apparently he’s not back yet.”

“Oh, is that all? It’s fine, he’s strong enough to take care of whatever’s going on there,” Gojo said. You gave him an incredulous look and tossed a sugar packet at him. It bounced harmlessly off of his Infinity.

“You’re not even a little worried? He was assigned the mission in the morning and he isn’t back yet, so late at night. I’m going to go whether you come or not, but I’d appreciate it if you don’t make me do it by myself,” you said.

“Go ahead and go,” Gojo said, waving you off. “You’ll be fine. I have to pick something up, since we’re in the area and all, so I’ll catch up with you later. I’m telling you, though, everything is definitely fine! Megumi’s no weakling.”

“I’ll see you later, then,” you said, doubting his flippant attitude just a little bit. How could he be so careless with one of his student’s lives?

Sliding into the backseat of Ijichi’s car, you pondered it as you stared out the window at the blurring scenery. Wasn’t this something like Gojo’s method? He would always put his students into the most absurdly dangerous situations, but never too far out of his sight, never anything you all couldn’t handle if you pushed yourselves.

The thought that you might be interfering in this form of training was outweighed only by the thought of the paycheck you’d receive for something that took relatively minimal effort. Checking in on Megumi was essentially glorified babysitting, except the so-called baby was frighteningly mature and self-sufficient, making it the easiest task ever.

Megumi’s mission was, fittingly enough, in a school. Creeping through the hallways reminded you of the first time you had met Yuta, how he had hidden under that desk, with Rika in the closet and the stars hanging high in the sky. He had come so far since then, hadn’t he? From the boy frightened of himself and his own shadow to the special grade sorcerer proper, the one who had faced even death itself and won.

Unlike that night, however, the hallways in this school were destroyed, rubble and glass littering the tiled floor. You stepped around stray shards, not wanting to cut your feet, and allowed your brow to furrow. There were signs of a genuine struggle here, ones hinting that the scope of the mission had been far beyond Megumi, who was still only a Grade 2 sorcerer.

Clicking your tongue, you leapt out onto the roof, finding your target standing there, his back ramrod straight, his hands curled into fists in front of him. It didn’t look like a defensive posture, but there was a certain desperation to his posture that didn’t seem warranted, considering the total lack of curses in the vicinity.

No, that wasn’t right. That pink-haired boy standing across from him…you could only tell because of how advanced your cursed energy perception was, but there was something strange about him. Something emanated from him, something cruel, dark, malevolent. It was at odds with the gentle expression on his face and the wide eyes he was looking around with.

“Say, Megumi,” you said, placing your hand on his shoulder, as much to alert him of your presence as to stop him from doing anything drastic. “What’s going on here?”

He turned to face you in surprise, blood seeping from a wound on his head and dust covering his cheeks. You let out a laugh and quickly whipped out your phone, taking a picture of him and texting it to Gojo first and the second year group chat next.

“What was that for?” he hissed.

“Sorry, it’s just that Maki and Gojo would be terribly disappointed if I didn’t memorialize your sorry state before healing you,” you said, sending another text to Tullia, warning her to take a couple of shots of bleach or something. She responded in the affirmative, allowing you to put your phone away and place your hands on Megumi’s temples, trying to judge the extent of his injuries. “The wound isn’t terrible. Do you mind?”

“We have bigger issues at the moment,” he said. “Namely, that boy.”

“I’m Yuji Itadori!” the boy in question said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“That wasn’t an opening for you to introduce yourself to her!” Megumi said, exasperated. “I don’t think you understand the magnitude of what you’ve done yet, but you should get on that so that you stop acting so goddamn cheery!”

“It’s nice to meet someone so positive, actually,” you said. “It’s a not a common trait to see in a sorcerer.”

“Oh, I’m not a sorcerer,” Itadori said. You paused and contemplated the development.

“You’re not?” you said.

“He’s not,” Megumi said. You scowled, though it was more out of befuddlement than any real anger that you did so.

“Are you a curse, then? No ordinary person would have as much cursed energy as you do,” you said.

“I ate a curse? I don’t know if that makes me one or not,” Itadori said.

“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean? Is that your technique or something? I haven’t really heard of people that eat curses, but I guess one of my best friends has a technique that’s just ingesting poison, so I can’t really judge,” you said.

“It’s not like that,” Megumi said. “He literally ate a curse. As in, Sukuna’s finger.”

Reflexively, you gagged. “Ew. Don’t be such a boy, Megumi, that’s not a funny joke at all; it’s just gross to think about. I thought you were above such things.”

“He’s not joking,” Itadori said. “I really did eat the finger.”

“Really?” you said.

“Really,” Itadori said solemnly.

“Do you understand the situation now?” Megumi said, pinching the bridge of his nose. You shook your head.

“In truth, I don’t,” you said. “What — in what scenario does there exist a need for one to ingest a rotten, shriveled old finger? Didn’t that taste putrid?”

“A little like soap, actually,” Itadori mused. You gave him a disgusted look. He shrugged. “I don’t know. There was this massive curse about to kill Fushiguro, and because I was just a normal human, I couldn’t do anything to harm it. So I swallowed the finger and gained the cursed energy required to kill the curse! Sukuna manifested and got the job done, and then he started going on and on about all of the evil stuff he wanted to do, so I suppressed him. He’s such a headache, ugh! But that’s the story.”

“You suppressed Sukuna,” you repeated incredulously.

“According to him,” Megumi said suspiciously. “But what if he’s lying? This could be a trick.”

You peered closely at Itadori, who blinked nervously as you inspected him before tapping on his forehead.

“Dissection,” you said. The normal weak spots glowed white on his body, the full proof that he was a person — though, when you unfocused your eyes, you could just make out a hazy green glow that was not really centered on Itadori but somewhere inside of him. His inner domain, or his soul, or some other such related concept; this green, you surmised, was the presence of Sukuna. But if that was the case, then Itadori really wasn’t lying, so you turned to Megumi and nodded in confirmation. “He’s the real deal.”

“You believe me?” Itadori said.

“I believe myself,” you corrected. “For the moment, you are who you say you are. Megumi, I’m going to heal you while we have the chance; if this comes to blows, I’d rather have you on my side.”

“Fine,” he muttered, ducking his head, his cheeks turning pink. “If you could refrain from sending pictures of it to Maki and Gojo, though, I’d appreciate that. They’d never let me live it down.”

“Don’t stress, I won’t do that. Go on, then, get on the ground while that boy is still in control,” you said, watching over Itadori as Megumi lay on the ground. For his part, Itadori just seemed confused about the proceedings. This came as no surprise, though; if he really had been just an ordinary boy until just today, then how would he know anything about Reverse Cursed Techniques and such concepts? “Composition.”

Instead of a knife, it felt like you were being repeatedly punched in the stomach, each successive blow winding you until you felt like doubling over. Your cursed energy remained intact, however; it was Tullia’s that was rushing into you, allowing you to use it at will, the reward you got for taking every ounce of the pain that you were feeling, that Megumi was feeling, that even Tullia herself was feeling.

Coughing, you wiped away the tears that sprang to your eyes and placed your hands on Megumi’s forehead. Focusing Composition on his battered cursed energy reserves and the injuries his head had sustained, you used the positive energy of the cursed energy reversal to heal the wounds and replenish his reserves until he was somewhat close to the state he must have been before engaging in the battle.

“How do you feel?” you said, reaching into your backpack and taking greedy swigs of water from the bottle you had packed just in case. Megumi sat up and glanced at Itadori, who was watching you in awe.

“Fine. Hey, what are you staring at?” he said.

“Woah! Miss, did you just heal him or something?” Itadori said, ignoring Megumi completely.

“Yes, I did. It’s part of my inherited technique, though I assume those words would be on the whole meaningless to you,” you said.

“They are, but it’s still so cool to hear about! I can’t believe there’s like this entire secret world that’s existed and I knew nothing about until now,” Itadori said.

“We do a very good job at hiding our work from normal people. It helps that most can’t see curses,” you said. “Enough talking, though. We have to figure out what to do with you. You said you suppressed Sukuna? Do you think you could un-suppress him?”

“Why would you want that?” Megumi said.

“Gojo’s on his way,” you muttered under your breath. “It’s the perfect chance to see if he has potential as a vessel or if he should just be killed immediately.”

“Do you really think Gojo of all people should be trusted to arrive on time for anything?” Megumi said.

“It’ll be alright. Don’t underestimate me; I’m a Grade 1 sorcerer, aren’t I? He’s only had the one finger, so even once he manifests as Sukuna, it’ll be in a severely weakened form. I promise, even I can deal with him when he’s in such a state,” you said.

“Are you sure?” Megumi said.

“If I’m wrong, then I’ll have you to help me hold him off, at least until Gojo arrives,” you said. “You probably couldn’t do it by yourself, but if the two of us are working together, then we can probably manage at least that much.”

“If you say so,” Megumi said.

“Itadori, please let Sukuna out for a little bit. I’d like to talk to him,” you said.

“Are you guys personally acquainted or something?” Itadori said. “Sure, I can do that, but are you really certain you want to talk to him? He’s not exactly the greatest guy.”

“Hm,” you said, thinking back to a certain story and chuckling under your breath. “I guess you could say that. Don’t worry, it’ll be a quick conversation. Ten seconds is all I need; after that, I want you to take control back, alright? Or else Megumi and I will have to kill you, I’m afraid.”

“Okay!” Itadori said. “Wait, by the way — what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you said as he closed his eyes before dark markings made of undulating cursed energy crept over his face. “Y/N L/N.”

Eyes as red as pomegranates flew open, staring at you in horror. They were narrower than Itadori’s, and indeed the entire bone structure of his face had changed ever so slightly, matured a little bit, his nose sharper, his chin squarer. Underneath his eyes were two more with the same crimson irises, though these were smaller and seemed less focused on you. There was no doubt about it: this was the King of Curses himself, the one for whom the stories and the songs were written.

He took a step towards you, but you stood your ground, reaching into the small pouch you always carried and grasping a silver needle in between your thumb and index finger.

“Y/N L/N,” he said, his voice deeper than Itadori’s, gravelly and rough instead of warm and bright.

“Ryomen Sukuna,” you said. “The King of Curses.”

“And the woman who sealed him,” he spat. His canines were sharper than any normal human’s had the right to be, his nails more like claws than anything. You looked over at Megumi, who could no more move than a mouse faced with the jaws of a tiger could. “I would kill you if I could.”

“Nothing is stopping you,” you said, fighting to keep your voice level, though you knew it trembled. Even if it was only a shadow of Sukuna’s true self, it remained that the being in front of you was known as the King of Curses for a reason. In terms of curses, just this small fragment could only be beaten in power by Rika herself.

“You would say that,” he said, and then suddenly he was in front of you, those fingers like talons wrapping around your throat, squeezing to the point of discomfort but nothing more. “You would say that, you witch. How fortunate am I! To be born again into this new body, this new world…and yet, I cannot escape you. Y/N L/N. What is this coincidence, that I must find you again, that I must manifest in the same place that you are?”

“I am not the woman who you think I am,” you gasped out, not wanting to fight the body which ultimately was Itadori’s. Not yet, anyways, not while he was still not actively hurting you, only threatening to do so.

“Yet you share her name, and there is some similarity to your features,” he said.

“She was my ancestor. The one who helped seal you. The one you killed — but her husband brought her back to life in the end, so it amounted to nothing,” you said. Maybe taunting Sukuna wasn’t your smartest idea, but you wanted him to know. You wanted him to know that he had been unsuccessful in this one thing, that the original Y/N L/N had lived beyond sealing him.

“You share her blood,” Sukuna said. “It is close enough. In fact, likely it is exactly the same thing; I cannot risk it. That means, no matter how much I want to, I cannot risk your death in the first place.”

Suddenly, abruptly, he threw you away from him, watching with some satisfaction as you barely managed to break your fall and spring to your feet. It was an odd stare which he trained upon you, equal parts concern and pleasure, like he had not wanted you to get hurt but at the same time could conceive no greater joy than the thought of harm coming to you. You could not understand it. You could not understand any of it.

“It’s been ten seconds, Itadori,” you called out carefully, cautiously, still not sure why Sukuna insisted that you could not die but not wanting to test your limits, either, in case that was the breaking point which led to him changing his mind and going after you anyways. Or, worse, he might decide to turn his attention to Megumi, who he presumably held no convictions about as of yet, and that was something you were keen to avoid, since Gojo still hadn’t shown up.

“Oops, sorry, I lost track of time!” The markings and extra eyes had vanished, and the youthfulness had returned as Itadori regained control of his body. He sounded like himself again, all eager and affectionate. “Did your conversation go well?”

“I’m left with more questions than answers, to be fully honest with you,” you admitted. “But nobody got hurt, and you managed to take back control when you needed to, so it’s a net positive. Now we have some solid proof to take to Gojo in the defense of your control as a vessel.”

“Yay!” Itadori said. “But, um, who’s Gojo?”

“That would be me,” a new voice said. The three of you turned as one unit to stare at the newcomer, who was as late as usual and toted two shopping bags, most likely full of souvenirs from wherever he had gone while you were helping Megumi.

“Gojo,” you said. “It’s about time you got here.”

“About time, indeed! What’s all of this talk about vessels and whatnot?” he said.

“That boy is Sukuna’s vessel,” you said.

“I ate a finger,” Itadori supplied helpfully.

“On Megumi’s watch, not mine,” you added. “I’d certainly never let something like that happen. I did confirm that he has control as a vessel, though, with the ability to suppress Sukuna at will.”

“Wait, slow down. So he ate Sukuna’s finger and became his vessel?” Gojo confirmed.

“He did,” you said.

“It’s true,” Megumi said. “I saw it happen. The most idiotic thing I’ve seen in a while.”

“I don’t know, I mean you do see Gojo on the daily, so can you really consider it to be the most idiotic thing?” you said, earning an offended gasp from Gojo and a look from Megumi. “Anyways, I used my signature detection on him, as well as Dissection. He’s the genuine article.”

“But you said he has control?” Gojo said. You nodded.

“Yes, I asked him to let Sukuna out for a total of ten seconds. After that time was up, he managed to regain control without too much of a problem,” you said. Gojo grew even paler than he usually was, which was saying something, as he already had the complexion of a pearl.

“Are you hurt?” he said.

“No, we just talked for that time,” you said, subconsciously rubbing at your neck, which still felt a little odd after Sukuna had grasped it so tightly. “Nothing more.”

“That’s a lie,” Megumi interjected. “He choked her at one point and threw her on the ground afterwards.”

“You shouldn’t have done such an experiment, knowing the dangers,” Gojo said. “You’re sure you’re fine?”

“Yes, positive. He’s being dramatic, anyways; I could’ve handled it, but I chose not to,” you said. Gojo glanced at Megumi for confirmation, but to your relief, Megumi nodded reluctantly.

“She wasn’t exactly overpowered,” he admitted. “It was more like she was letting it happen.”

“Why’d you let yourself get treated like that, then?” Gojo said. “Wait. Don’t tell me you’re into—”

“Shut up!” you said. “No!”

“It’s as fair a guess as any!” he defended.

“No, it is not! I didn’t want to hurt Itadori’s body unless it was absolutely necessary, and to be quite honest with you, I was interested in what Sukuna was saying. You see, he kept talking about how he wanted to kill me but couldn’t. Wouldn’t you be interested if the King of Curses said he couldn’t kill you?” you said.

“Not exactly! If I were you, I’d thank whatever deity intervened on my part and run very far away!” he said. “Now, of course, if it were me, I’d not be surprised. It’s likely he couldn’t kill me, so it wouldn’t be new information.”

“What’s done is done,” you said, deciding there was no point in letting the argument progress any further. “We have to decide what to do with Itadori, and then Megumi and I should probably check in with Ieri. I healed him earlier, but I don’t know if it was enough or not.”

“Good idea. Well, there’s not much deciding that needs to happen; he’ll be executed, that’s all. It’s sad, but that’s how these things go,” Gojo said.

“Wait,” Megumi said as Gojo used an incredibly weakened version of his technique to knock Itadori out in an instant, slinging him over his shoulder and preparing a portal to teleport to jujutsu headquarters. “Can you…can you please save him?”

“It’s strange to have you ask for something from me,” Gojo said. “You think I should save him?”

“Yes,” Megumi said. “Please. He’s the kind of person that deserves to be saved.”

“Do you really think so? Even knowing that he’s Sukuna’s vessel?” Gojo said. You knew him well enough by now to pick up on the fact that he did not doubt Megumi’s words but was rather testing his conviction.

Megumi was silent, casting about for something to say, so you took pity on him and decided to jump in. Besides, it was true that you didn’t want to see Itadori die just yet, either, though your explanation was a little different than Megumi’s was.

“He reminds me of Yuta,” you said. “Not in personality but in circumstance. If there’s a way for you to give him a chance the way you gave Yuta one, I think it could be worthwhile. How often will we meet another person capable of being Sukuna’s vessel? We could use him for our own ends. A mutually beneficial deal, as the case may be.”

“You’re so sentimental,” Gojo cooed. “Did it bring back fond memories for you, being at a high school and going on a dangerous mission like this?”

“It did,” you said shortly. “Not that that’s any of your business, by the way, so stay focused on the task at hand. I hate how involved you are in my personal life!”

“It’s my job!” Gojo whined.

“It distinctly is not!” you said. “Regardless, that’s my opinion on the matter. You may make of it what you will. In the end, I suppose it doesn’t really impact my life all too much if you save him or not, so do what you’d like.”

“My student wants me to save him,” Gojo said, giving Megumi one of those serious looks of his that meant he was being one hundred percent genuine in what he was saying. Megumi shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. “I’ll do my best to that end. Y/N, if you could ensure that Megumi gets back to the school, I’ll bring you with me to Africa the next time I go to check on Yuta’s progress.”

“I’m on it,” you said. You would’ve done it anyways, of course, but the thought of seeing Yuta again gladdened you greatly, so you weren’t about to turn Gojo’s offer down. Even though you talked to Yuta on the phone as much as you could, you wanted to be with him in person, wanted to feel his arms around your body and his lips against your own, even if it was only for a little bit. That little bit would be enough to tide you over until he came back for good. “Let’s go, Megumi.”

“Do you think he’ll be able to save Itadori?” Megumi said as Ijichi drove off in the direction of Tokyo Jujutsu Tech.

“He said he’ll try his best. Coming from Gojo, that’s basically a guarantee that he will,” you said. “Don’t worry about it.”

“If I ask you a personal question, Y/N, would you answer it?” Megumi said. You shifted in your seat so that you were facing him, but he did not do the same, focusing on the moon and how it shimmered through the tinted glass of the car window.

“I used to pretend like the moon was following me so that it could watch over me,” you said.

“That’s not how it works,” Megumi said. “Scientifically.”

“Of course, I learnt that later on, but to a romantic child, it meant all the world that there was that one entity which cared enough to chase after me, no matter where I went,” you said.

“I see,” Megumi said.

“You may ask your question,” you said. “If it offends me, I’ll choose not to answer. That is all. I won’t be angry or anything.”

“You’re the youngest Grade 1 sorcerer in quite some time,” he said. “Was it worth it?”

“That’s heavy,” you said.

“The difference between us is like a chasm. Even though it’s only one level — two if you count Semi-Grade 1 as its own separate thing — you can claim to defeat Sukuna’s manifestation and not sound utterly ridiculous. You made it sound plausible. I could not even manage to fight against the curses that that finger attracted,” he said.

“You’re younger than me, so it’s not some great weakness to be down about,” you said.

“That’s a separate matter. What I really want to know is what it’s like? Being someone so powerful that when they needed a sorcerer to go in Gojo’s place, the higher ups thought of you,” he said.

“Power,” you said. “I don’t think that’s something I can ever lay claim to. Not truly. I know what you must be thinking — I’m a Grade 1 sorcerer, the one that everyone in jujutsu society seems to be talking about at the moment, so naturally I must be powerful. But it’s not like that. I’m no more powerful than you are, Megumi; in fact, I’m likely your inferior in that department by several degrees. I could never go up against the truly strong and win: people like Gojo, Yuta, even Hakari and Todo, all of them would beat me in a fair fight.”

“So then?” Megumi said. “I know you’ve beaten Todo before, so you’re not telling the full story.”

“So I never fight fair. I use people’s weaknesses against them. I strike from the shadows at the places which shine like beacons to me, and people think of me as some great hero for it. Can I really be considered as such, though? I’d like to answer your question, but I can’t. I don’t know what it’s like to be powerful. I don’t know if all of this was worth it,” you said. He was silent for so long that you nearly thought he had fallen asleep, but finally, he deigned to speak once more.

“What should I do?” he said. “Now that I’ve made such a request and asked Gojo to save that boy. What should I do?”

“You do the only thing any of us can do. You keep trying to grow stronger. You hope that in the end, you don’t regret any of it. Might I offer some entirely unsolicited advice?” you said.

“Sure,” he said. He was oddly vulnerable, in this light. You did not think that Megumi would open up to you like this in normal circumstances, but the trauma of the day’s events had probably worn down whatever defenses he might ordinarily have. Besides, it was generally difficult for someone to keep secrets or be stoic around the person who had healed them — it was a phenomenon that you had noticed, that the patients of your family could not help but bare their deepest secrets to them. Who better to do such a thing to than the person who already knew your entire body and soul so intimately, who had risked their own just to save yours?

“Your decision to save Itadori may not go the way you want it to,” you said. “There’s a reason he would ordinarily be executed, after all. I threw my support behind you because I felt pity, for you and for him, but in the end it was your request that did it, not mine. I think you are aware of this, but are you prepared for what that might entail?”

“No, I don’t believe so. Did I make a mistake?” he said.

“Yes,” you said. “You did. But don’t live like that.”

“Huh?” he said. You thought about Yuta, about the many mistakes you had made and he had made, about how many times the two of you had risked everything for one another.

Bringing him back was the one accomplishment you were proud of. It was the one thing you guarded fiercely as your own achievement, one unsullied by self-doubt. You had not let Yuta Okkotsu die. For better or for worse, you had not let him die. It was the one of the things you guarded deep and close to your heart, that you had saved him. Whatever came of it, you would not, could not, feel apologetic for doing that.

“You chose not to let him die,” you said, and then you twisted in your seat again, so that you, too, could stare out at the moon. Even now, it followed you, as it had when you were a child, and you smiled, resting your finger against its reflection. “That was your decision. No matter what the consequences are, you must always, always hold your head high and be proud of it. Don’t you ever dare let anyone tell you otherwise.”

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💗 Intro to my blog ;3 💚

Hihihi!! So, I finally decided to make an intro for myself because I kept putting it off.

Basic Info! ^^

✧ Name ✧ Liam or Reaper (reaper is more of my online name but I don't mind people using Liam^^)

⁠♡ Age ⁠♡ 16 !

✧ Pronouns/gender ✧ He/him/they/it and I'm a trans dude!

I'm an artist and a shifter! You may know me from my TikTok acc @/reaper_shifts !! I've been an artist since I was super young, and I've been shifting for 5-6 years now! I've shifted 2 times not for long tho >.<

⁠♡ Interests ⁠♡ Art, visual novels (I'm working on one of my own soon! ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ ), if it wasn't obvious already, I looooove the colors green and pink!! I'm really into V-Kei music and fashion (although I'm still kinda new to it), I'm also super in gyaru/gyaruo fashion (amongst tons of other types of fashion or music genres but those are my favorites!) Some fandoms I'm in are MHA, KNY, JJK, Haikyuu, HXH, Saiki K, Death Note, Dungeon Meshi, Sally face (my favorite game ever), Ghost (the band), Slay the princess, Arcane (I haven't finished season 2 tho :/), Fran Bow, The Arcana, Squid Game (ESPECIALLY HYUN-JU I LOVE HERRRR), and a ton of others that I'm probably forgetting about.

DNI + Interact list !

♡ DNI ♡ Basics - racists, homophobes, transphobes, etc. etc. (booooo get out of here ⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾ ) Pro shippers, ppl who think AI is "art" (It's not, you suck), Anti shifters, and tracers. (overall just if you're a shitty person)

✧ Interact pls !! ✧ Shifters (especially if you're a dude! I love meeting other male shifters), artists, similar fandoms/interests, and ppl who like V-Kei (I need V-Kei friends and people who can recommend me bands! ^^),

My Main DRs /ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡

Mha - where the name reaper came from! Reaper is my hero name and my quirk is blood manipulation! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) My brother in this dr (and almost all my drs bc I love my family too much to have a different one) is Katsuki ^^

Jjk - I'm a first year and besties + dating Yuuji!!! (I love him he's such a cutie) I'm not good at explaining my cursed energy but the very basics of it is controlling ink (specifically for my tattoos)

Kny - In this DR I'm a half demon but I'm still working on my blood demon art. (Yes, I made myself insanely OP in this DR. I have to have at least one OP DR)

Hxh - this one is one of my newer ones so I’m still working on it but for the most part my nen is going to be similar to my mha DR!

Saiki k - Honestly this is just my slice of life DR but I have psychic abilities ฅ^ >ヮ<^₎

Sally face - everything is much better in this dr bc no way I'm going through all of that

Haikyuu - Another DR that I'm using as a fun slice of life DR. I plan to make different versions of this DR but for now my only HQ DR is my karasuno team DR where I'm dating Kiyoko!! (my beautiful wife istg ilhsm)

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If you see my art and are interested my commissions are open!!

You can commission me at my ko-fi

or if that doesn't work for you, you can dm me on here or on discord (axolotl_7) for my Cash App!