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[tiressian]

"Look. It's less scary if you do," Shoko says, every cell of her being fighting the urge to smile.

On the chair in front of her, left sleeve of his t-shirt rolled up to expose his deltoid, the strongest sorcerer maintains a clenched jaw, staring resolutely past Shoko's shoulder at her wall. You'd think he was staring down the gallows instead of his yearly flu vaccine.

"Gojo—oh shit," Shoko says. "I think the needle's crooked."

"What?" Gojo turns his head, and Shoko jabs the needle in right when he does.

The chase through the campus grounds starts two seconds after.

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[tiressian]

i havent been really active on here, but i see there's a bunch of new folks, hello

if you're here for satosho and you're not on discord, here's a snippet of the next part of Indulgence on the house - im really hoping to contain it to two parts but i have zero impulse control so here's hoping

[tiressian]

finished my contribution to the satosho zine, which is a silly headcanon i got from seeing green-eyed shoko in the official art but im happy.

anyway ☺️

[tiressian]

im staying on tumblr until 'the end' whenever that maybe

context if you haven't seen one of the posts talking about it here it is: https://www.tumblr.com/thebibliosphere/733532440551997440?source=share

in the meantime gonna look at potential alternative tumblr-esque 'homes' and seeing where everyone else plans on going. i'm tiressian on twitter and discord if you wanna hang out (not very active on twitter though; i just use that account to look at shippy fanart).

if i do land a new fannish home, i'll drop a link in ao3 (mate im like 100 years old im not learning how to set up a carrd lmao)

for now tis business as usual, i'm not leaving tumblr for other sites im staying on here until they turn off the lights lol

[tiressian]

Taking a break, see you when I see you 💛

[tiressian]

ultra-strength, pinky promise, chapter 10

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38013079/chapters/122952307

excerpt:

“The Sugar Daddy fears no dishes, no sweeping, no mopping and no vomit.” “Can the Sugar Daddy cook?” “The Sugar Daddy has the power of YouTube at his fingertips.”

[tiressian]

hullo! free snippett from another kinktober work on the house while i recover from watching Heavenly Delusion lmao

....

“If you’re open to suggestions, you should come as a sexy nurse.”

Shoko eyes him over her laptop. “Why? Is that the kind of woman you like?” 

“No, I just think it’ll be funny to give Gakukanji a heart attack,” he replies lightly, and though Shoko can’t say she’s not surprised about the cop out, she does notice that his cheeks and ears have gone pink. 

In all her years of knowing Satoru, Shoko’s never seen him blush. She and Suguru always assumed it was because he simply didn’t have the capacity for shame that normal people do. 

[tiressian]

Paradisin' - https://archiveofourown.org/works/46964089

First satoshoko fic of 2023 and of course it's crack lol

Please enjoy a crack satoshoko headcanon that I had. Rated M for sexual situations. It held me hostage from working on other fic so I had to get it out so I could get back on the horse lol

[tiressian]

fix it fic progress notes, read if you dare lol

Been rotating Tether like a chicken on the rotisserie all day in my head, and i've decided that's the angle i'm gonna go with for my fix it fic. The timeline I'll probably push out. I like the idea of Gojo and Shoko having melon pomegranate in their mid-late 30s.

Tether will be a kind of 'placeholder epilogue' of sorts

Side note: I'm just gonna assign different fruits for any babies ever after fic so i can distinguish them now lmao. i dont anticipate writing anymore kidfic because for me they kinda start looking the same, but this seems like a good system for future reference

Ultra Strength, Pinky Promise = melon

The Boy from Tokyo = kiwi fruit/kiwi for short

Fix It Fic = pomegranate/pom for short lmao

[tiressian]

5.5k words in, the ship has finally kissed and i still haven't gotten into the meat of the kink requirements

[tiressian]

Gonna be staring at these panels all day, they live rent free in my head, in fact, I'm PAYING THEM to stay in my head rent free

[tiressian]

hmm big afternoon for my block button

saw some takes i dont vibe with and will never vibe with (and that's okay), but also folks who tag everything under the sun that has no relevance to their posts just to get as many people to read it - also not a vibe.

in other news, taking a break from ficcing, and catching up on my reread of the manga. see you if/when the brainrot winds blow my way <3

[tiressian]

riposte

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing: Satoru x Shoko Notes: established relationship, fluff and humor, extended drabble Rated T for language and some mature themes (?)

Read on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49076245

Gales and heavy rain were battering Satoru’s cushy apartment in the heart of Shinjuku. He had another in Hokkaido—“owned by the clan!” Satoru liked to point out to anyone who cared for the distinction (which, for anyone who still cared to listen at this point, was a population of exactly nil). The weather and the Gojo clan’s unfathomable wealth was the least of his and Shoko’s concerns however. Both of them were sat side by side on his couch in their pyjamas in front of Satoru’s sixty inch TV, Satoru’s intensely concentrated countenance a direct contrast to Shoko’s almost bored one. 

They were on their tenth round of Street Fighter 6. It was five matches per round, Shoko’s Ken against Satoru’s Cammy. If Shoko lost, she would have to cosplay Cammy during his Halloween party; if Satoru lost, he would be hosting said Halloween party in a maid outfit. 

Their schedules had finally aligned in that neither of them had work that couldn’t wait until the storm had passed—kind of. Shoko, by virtue of being Shoko, was still on call regardless of the severe weather watch, but Satoru remedied this by redirecting all her calls to Yuta. He figured Yuta needed the practice in Reversed Cursed Technique, plus it would score Yuta points in Maki’s eyes. (What? Yuta was always advocating for more responsibility anyway.)

Bam. Bird, meet two stones. 

Or maybe it was two birds. No, maybe it was three and there was a hawk; Satoru never could grasp the hang of western idioms anyw—

“SHORYUKEN!” 

“Fuck!” 

Satoru scrambled to counter but it was too late: Ken’s uppercut landed, taking out the last of Cammy’s hit points. As K.O. flashed onscreen and Cammy’s limp body floated to the ground, Shoko smirked. 

“I’m looking forward to Halloween this year,” she said. 

Satoru scowled at her. “You hustled me.”

“That’s a heavy accusation.” Shoko smiled, twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers. 

Satoru hated when she did that. Outside of the current circumstances he found the gesture cute and flirtatious; her patience seemingly on a par with the unlimited ways he managed to test it. It was one of his favourite things about her.  

Now that same patience was grating. And hot. And Satoru was losing, which admittedly made it twice as hot because it wasn’t often anyone pulled out the rug from under him—but that wasn’t the point. The point was he had a dream: he had a Cammy costume with her name on it and she was obliterating said dream with her suspiciously well-timed combos: a far cry from the button mashing one typically expected from a newbie. Money Satoru had in spades, but the heart wanted what the heart wanted and his heart happened to be attached to the heart of someone who could not be bought. He relished the challenge in getting Shoko to do things that benefited him more than her; it was stimulating for his creativity. It was also stimulating for a base part of his anatomy.  

Which led to him being here, trying and failing miserably to eke out a win, because his horny heart was keenly aware he couldn’t enforce his will—even if he had the power of God at his fingertips. Women tended to stop talking to you if you tried that. He wanted very much for Shoko to never want to stop talking to him. And doing that other spicier thing that didn’t involve much talking. 

“You said you didn’t know how to play this game,” Satoru accused. Curses tended to scatter in the opposite direction when he glared daggers; Shoko simply yawned.  

“You said, and I quote,” she said, purposely deepening her voice, “‘Shoko, I got Street Fighter 6’ and I said, ‘Oh, never played that one.’” 

“Hmph. Both a hustler and a liar—” 

Shoko held up her phone, replaying the fifteen second conversation exactly as described. 

There followed a pause while Satoru collected his jaw off of the ground, a strange mixture of both terrified and impressed that she’d known him well enough to take measures in preempting the accusation. He watched her calmly set her phone facedown onto the coffee table then raised her gaze back to him, expectant. 

“Dafuq—”

“‘Never played that one’ is not the same as ‘never played in my life.’” 

“Yeah, well ‘Shoko, I got Street Fighter 6, have you ever played it or any of its previous installments in your life?’ doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue, does it?” Satoru snapped, extremely put out and majorly inconvenienced. 

“Oh, I don’t know; I thought you managed that perfectly,” Shoko replied amusedly. 

Satoru’s mouth twitched, teeth grinding behind his lips as he fought a smile. 

Outmanoeuvred and outgunned. 

No matter which way the situation was approached, he looked bad. No, worse than bad, bumbling. Because what should have been an easy swindle—ahem, super fun bonding activity while stuck indoors, had turned into an exercise in hubris. 

“Let’s not forget that you seemed to have no problem holding back when you made that bet and assumption an hour ago,” Shoko said, still ever so smug. “So you tell me who the real hustler here is.”

“What? You never played when we were kids!” 

“Still doesn’t mean I hustled you. Satoru,” she added pointedly.

“You never played with me n’ Suguru!”

“Because when I wanted to play, you two losers were already ditching me to cause trouble in some other part of the mall or chase girls.”

“So…”

“So I played with other people.” Shoko shrugged. The lackadaisical way in which she did it set off every alarm bell in Satoru’s head. 

Other people, she’d said. Not kids. 

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Who?” 

“Whom,” Shoko corrected. She smirked. “Then again, you always did suck at English.” 

Satoru’s eye twitched. Half of him wanted to toss away the controller and haul her over his shoulder so they could spend the rest of the afternoon in bed. The other half of him still stubbornly clinging onto the dream for dear life insisted he hadn’t exhausted all his options just yet. 

The stubborn half won out. Satoru stayed where he was, massaging his temples. “Names please.”

“It’s been so long—”

Satoru swatted her with a cushion and Shoko snorted, curling into a ball under the onslaught. “You’re so full of shit,” he laughed in between swats. “I know you remember their names, fuckin’ hustler. Tell me.”

Shoko, now lying on her back, touched a finger to her lips and pretended to ponder on it. Satoru rolled his eyes. 

And she had the nerve to call him dramatic. 

“Hmm… let’s see, well there was Onuki-san, Umehara-san and—”

“Fuck!” Satoru mussed his hair in frustration. Two of the biggest names in the game. Shoko sat up and patted him consolingly on the leg while he dragged a hand down his face. “Aww fuck, that’s so cool! How come I never knew that? How come you never said?” 

“Because, loser, you never asked.” Shoko twirled her hair between her fingers and tilted her head, smiling at him. 

“What,” Satoru muttered, side-eyeing her as he reached for his controller, now thinking of viable Ken counters. 

“I saw you had arcade sticks in the TV cabinet,” Shoko said. “Maybe you’ll have better luck with those?”

Satoru tossed away his controller and tackled Shoko into the couch, kissing her. 

“Fuckin’ hustler,” he grumbled in between kisses, one of his hands slithering under her shirt. 

“You promise?” Shoko teased, curling a leg over his hip. 

And the storm continued to rage outside, still very much the least of their concerns. 

[tiressian]

mini-ish tumblr hiatus notice:

got my writing groove back so im just disappearing from the hellsite (affectionate) for a bit to get things completed :]

see you in hell (ao3) ❤️

[tiressian]

i feel like i should clarify - for the satosho single parent au - what with all these drabbles i keep posting lol

it's just your run of the mill non-curse slice of life/romance AU, gojo's raising megumi (who he calls his 'roommate' because he gets a kick out of that), and shoko's an old high-school friend who is incidentally a paediatrician, you know, just a feel good fic in these trying times lol

the drabbles are set post-fic, when gojo and shoko are finally together