#volume 2 predictions

[foreverautumn89]

[psychopomparia]

Reading the MDZS manhua volume 2 and feeling kind of flustered over Lan Wangji. Like...he just...used his power to make Wei Wuxian just immobile to hold him in his sleep like a plushie. Him in the hot springs...

Wei Wuxian, you lucky bastard.

[pochapal]

started feeding the diamond/pearl liveblog into the pokespe queue and i am realising that the dp arc constitutes 50% of the total liveblog by post count

[akiraofthefour]

Shout-outs to the person who went through my SDK tag and liked/RBed like 75% of it. Got a lot of respect for you, sir/ma'am.

[lilac-melody]

mm. The murder mystery BL I bought was really mid. Really disappointing.

[lesbianraskolnikov]

By the end of it i hope i can make one karamazov brother a lesbian. As is my nature

[elssero]

Can we get a part 2 to best friends big sister, cuz that was the shit

yes u definitely can !!

best friends big sister part 2

i.midoriya

♰ nsfw/suggestive, more sub!izuku + a little angst, fluff.

part1

watching izuku and his mother leave your family home puts a weird feeling in your chest, you’ll miss him you think.

you recall the events of the night when you entire your room. you smile slightly as you look at your bed- the dip he left in your covers still evident.

deciding to shower in the morning you change into something more comfortable- your distracted by a buzz from your phone and you pick it up, already having a good idea about who it could be.

it’s izuku of course- letting you know that they got home save and thanking you for the night, it’s innocent enough. reading the message you don’t find any undertones and you sigh in relief-

your not allowed peace for too long before your interrupted by a knock on your door. it’s katsuki- you can tell by the volume of his knocks that he’s in a bad mood. you let him in anyway.

he glances around your room for a second, almost as if looking for something and when he doesn’t find whatever it is he starts to speak.

“you gna’ tell me what the fuck tonight was with that nerd?” you’d laugh at his childish nickname if his voice wasn’t laced with so much venom- he’s angry, in fact you haven’t seen him this angry since he was a teenage.

“i have absolutely no idea what your talking about kats” you try and sound sincere but to katsuki it just comes off as mocking- something happened tonight and he knows it. not only have you snuck around with one of his friends your also lying about.

“don’t fuckin’ lie to me-” he cuts himself off. he knows that there’s no way your going to be honest with him if he’s this angry at you- he can’t blame you. deciding to take a different route he begins again. “m’ not gna’ be angry at you i just- fuck i just need you to be honest with me.”

you stare at him for a moment- going over your options you decide you have two. the first being is being honest with him- telling him exactly in not so many details that you slept his izuku during a family dinner. the second being to deny deny deny.

“kats i swear-“ your cut off again by another buzz of your phone- both of your eyes snap down to your phone, he can’t quite read the name but you can. the conatct “izuku :p” now staring back at you.

“who the fuck is texting you at this time” he says it absentmindedly at first before his face quickly changes into one of rage again. “it’s fuckin’ him isn’t it.”

you don’t reply to him- face still staring down at your screen. you know your caught- he’s going to reach down for your phone any second and he’s far too fast for you to stop him- you can only hope izuku’s second message is as innocent as his first.

just as you predicted he lunges for your phone- turning it to face you as he unlocks it with your face id- he reads the first message aloud, slowing down at the end as he realises izuku is just being nice.

he stops abruptly after that- reading the second message in his head before saying it aloud, his voice dripping with the same venom from before.

“what the fuck does he mean by the ‘other thing’ and what the actual fuck does he mean by next time.”

oh shit.

izuku is still in a state of shock as your door closes- he almost skips home that night. wide smile on his face as he walks hand held with his mothers as he guides her home in her drunken state.

unlocking their apartment door he immediately sends his mother to bed- she doesn’t protest much, apart from telling him he’s no fun and sending him a goodnight.

the boy is nearly floating as he gets ready for bed- eager to message you a well deserved thank you.

he studies his first message- deciding to keep it light, it’s very late now and he’s aware you might even be asleep, deciding he doesn’t want you to wake up tomorrow morning with some sort of sext from him.

you read it immediately and his smile grows wider- he awaits your reply, excited to begin another conversation with you as if he hasn’t been sat hand in yours for the past couple of hours.

the cheerful reply he was hoping for doesn’t come. infact no reply comes at all and suddenly there’s a pit in his stomach.

he gives you a couple of minutes before he can’t contain himself anymore and sends you another- his face going bright red as he types it- deleting and rewriting it a couple times before he hastily presses send before he can doubt himself anymore.

it’s nothing crazy- not by your standards but to him it’s the single most suggestive? thing he’s ever sent to a girl and he’s freaking the fuck out.

izuku :p: i also wanted to thank you for the other thing…i really enjoyed it. i had a really good time with you tonight. if you were serious about there being a next time im free next weekend.❤️

you snatch your phone from katsuki’s hand to read the message yourself- you curse midoriya for being so sweet because you can’t help the fact the panic falls from your face as you reach the end of the message- instead being replaced by a small smile on your face.

“so you did fuck him.” your snapped back to reality by the rough sound of your brothers voice. he doesn’t sound angry anymore- instead it’s replaced by hurt.

you should’ve known izuku was completely off limits, you think a small part of you did know, only making the guilt you feel for betraying your brothers trust even stronger.

“m’ sorry kats-” he doesn’t respond. instead turning on his heel as he leaves your room in lightening speed- nearly taking your door off its hinges at the power he uses to slam it.

izuku’s message is left unreplied as you slip into your bed after watching your brother leave- you know better than to follow him as he is now. you’ll talk about it later when your both in better headspaces.

class the next day is hell for both boys- katsuki arrives early as always. settling into his desk as he listens to his idiot friends talk his ear off about their weekends. he’d quite like to ignore the events of his own weekend but his dream is cut short when he watches izuku stumble into the door.

he looks more tired than usual- somehow managing to appear even more nervous than he normally does. bakugo watches as the other boy attempts to quickly make his way to his desk without being interrupted.

“hey midoriya my man!” its kaminari who’s the first to speak to the boy “heard you had dinner at bakugos this weekend- you see his sister?” katsuki’s eyes roll as midoriya’s face flushes- it’s like he’s not even trying to hide it.

he can’t even form a response to denki’s question as imagines of the night before flash in his mind. he takes a quick, guilty look at bakugo before ultimately turning away from his friends and hiding in his chair.

he’s stressed. infact he’s beyond stressed. you didn’t reply to either of his messages last night despite seeing them both. he’s contemplated sending you another every second he’s been awake but ultimately decides against it, he’s giving you time.

the boys spend the rest of the day ignoring each other- well bakugo ignores the other and midoriya thanks the gods everytime he watches the blonde practically run away from him.

it’s not until their journey home when the boys are finally alone- no more corners to turn away at, no more walls to hide behind.

“um- hi kacchan..” he doesn’t know what else to say- it’s not exactly like he can come straight out and ask his friend why his sister is ignoring him after they slept together in his house. at his family dinner.

bakugo takes his time replying- trying his hardest to hold himself back from pummelling the shorter boy into the ground.

“you slept with my sister.” oh. so that’s why you haven’t spoken to him. bakugo knows. he’s known the entire time. he’s known since he watched you two leave the dinner table last night.

“i’m sorry kacchan- i don’t know how it happened i promise i didn’t mean too-”

“god will everyone stop fucking saying that?” he’s angry- but it’s more than that. midoriya recognises it immediately- he’s hurt.

“if you two were so fuckin’ sorry it wouldn’t have happened in the first place” he’s right and midoriya knows he’s right. the guilt he feels currently is unlike anything he’s ever felt.

“but it did happen. so know i wanna know what you plan to do about it.” the shorter boy looks at the boy in bewilderment- what he plans to do about it? he thinks about it deeply.

he’s already came to the conclusion that it couldn’t have been as big of a deal to you as it was to him. it wasn’t your first time and it certainly wasn’t the case that you had been borderline inlove with him since you were six. you didn’t feel the same.

“i guess- i um. i really don’t know. i just kinda thought id let her do what she wanted.” there’s a small hint of pain in his voice as he says it. “take whatever i can get i guess.”

bakugo studies the boy for a second. truly wishing his suspensions about his friends feelings for you had been overdramatised in his head.

they aren’t though. midoriya is completely and utterly smitten by you and he has been for as long as he can remember. bakugo lets out a long sigh before he admits something.

“my sister doesn’t just sleep with anyone y’know” suddenly the other boys eyes snap to his- “shut up- don’t fuckin’ look at me like that.”

“i know what your thinking alright? that last night wasn’t serious for her- or that she doesn’t actually feel anything for you-” he curses at himself- how has he found himself helping stupid fuckin’ deku get with his stupid fuckin’ sister.

“but that’s not true- you know how everyone thinks about her- fuck you heard denki this morning-” both boys grimace slightly at the memory of denki blabbering about how he would do anything to share a mealtime with you.

“but she’s never slept with any of them- not a single one of my friends before. she flirts yeah but she always draws the line.” he doesn’t understand it fully- when you could’ve had any of them, you could’ve had kirishima or sero- god even denki would’ve been better than the boy standing next to him.

“i don’t know what it is about you that made her cross that line but it’s gotta’ be somethin’.”

midoriya looks at bakugo in amazement. he doesn’t say it openly but he knows the boy walking next to him well enough to know he’s giving permission. that in his own weird way he’s urging the midoriya to give you it a proper chance.

“i have plans with shitty hair for the next couple of hours- my parents are away so it should be you two.” midoriya is even more shocked now? he wants him to go see you? now?? alone??

“god- stop lookin’ at me like that- i didnt mean it like that. i meant to talk to her for fucks sake.” oh that makes more sense.

it doesn’t take much convincing- midoriyas quickly finds himself practically running to your house following a quick shout of a thanks to his childhood friend as he makes his way to you.

the knock on your door is impossible to ignore- forcing you out of bed to open it. you haven’t moved much, allowing yourself a day to wallow in self pity before continuing with your life.

you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t though of izuku all day. you thought of his face- of his stupid smile- of the stupid way he looks at you as if you constantly have some sort of halo above your head.

your completely shocked to find the boy you’d just been thinking about standing in your doorway- he’s panting heavily. it’s clear that he’s catching his breath from the sheer speed he used to make his way to your home.

“what are you doing here?” it’s a simple question but you know the answer is a lot more complicated than you’d like.

“i just- i had to see you.” still catching his breath as he replies- he’s looking directly at you- the expression on his face is one you would use if you hadn’t seen the person in front of you in years. it does kind of feel like that.

“and- i had to do this.” his lips crash on to yours before you can question his next move. he’s eager- he kisses you like he’ll never get the chance again, he thinks that maybe he won’t.

he savours every moment, every move of your tongue, every feel of your touch.

you break the kiss as you pull him inside- slamming the door behind you as your corner the boy against it-

“talk.” he squeaks at the sound of your voice- it’s harsh, powerful. he doesn’t quite know what to say? god why didn’t he think of this on the way over? he doesn’t have the time to reprimand himself for being stupid right now so instead he says the only thing he’s thought of when he looks at you for years.

“i love you.” it’s quiet when you hear it, you can’t tell if his volume is really that low or if your head has muffled all sound coming from his mouth.

“you do?” it’s a whisper as it leaves your voice- your not an idiot, you know the boy infront of you has been pining over you since you were kids. you just didn’t know how serious it was for him.

“i- i do. with everything in me i do. i think i always have.” you remain silent. fully taking in the weight of his words. it’s clear as day now that you think about it- you can’t believe you brushed off how he felt to a stupid crush.

your gaze is unwavering as you scan his face- inspecting it for any hint of regret. you don’t find it- instead you find him looking at you with nothing but love.

you kiss him again- moving so harshly against him that his back collides with the door behind him as he scrambles too kiss you back.

the kiss is impatient. as though every moment you’ve ever spent together as been leading up to this moment- it doesn’t compare to yesterday- not now that you know the truth.

his hands explore your body in ways they didn’t yesterday- he’s holding you so tight you think it might leave marks- not that you mind.

you try not to break the kiss as the pair of you messily clamber your way though your house and into your bedroom.

he’s already submitted to you as you move to remove the shirt that’s restricting your access to him- finally removing your lips from his as you slide it over his head- taking a minute to admire his physique.

he’s big- a lot bigger than you anyway- excitement fills your stomach as you struggle to remove your own clothing from your body.

your braless- he didn’t notice it before but he definitely does now, he can’t take his eyes away from your bare chest infront of him as he dips down without thinking.

you feel his mouth on your tits in an instant as he kisses them- light feathery touches changing into hard sucks in a matter of seconds- now your certain he’s leaving marks.

he laps at your chest over and over- you can’t help the slight gasp you realise when he sucks down on your nipple- he looks up at you wide eyed following the noise you let escape before he’s crashing down on your tits- continuing his attack.

you grab a handful of his hair in order to stop him- forcing him to look at you- his eyes meet yours with a look of carnality, pulling him into another kiss as you fumble with the buttons on his trousers.

“fuck, i-" your breathless, his face is flushed and his pupils blown. "need you inside, need to feel you." he replies with a groan.

you each clumsily remove your pants as your faces touch, both of your mouths agape as you practically breathe the same air.

his brain goes fuzzy and you dizzily watch him pull down his boxers, the length slapping against his stomach as it’s released from its confines.

you don’t waste anytime situating yourself on top of him, grabbing his dick as you move it against the outside of your pussy, pressing it against your clit as your head falls back in a moan.

“oh- oh fuck s-stop teasing ohmygod please put it in- oh pleaseplease”

he’s moaning so pretty as you give in and slide him into you, allowing your weight to fall on him as you sink as low onto him as you can. he’s already a mess under you- babbling out thank yous. it turns you on so much seeing how desperate he is for you. already addicted to your pussy and the way it sucks him like a vice.

“f-feels soso good ngh fuck- don’t ever want another pussy- only you- only ever been you-” you giggle at his praise- beginning to roll yourself down on him.

you have him exactly where you want him- where you’ve wanted him since the second he walked into your kitchen weeks ago-

you’ve never quite felt desire like this before, sure you’ve had sex but this is different, it feels almost biological- like he was made for you.

your thoughts are cut off when he cries out from beneath you- “oh- f-fuck m’ gonna cum- wanna cum for you so bad!” oh lord. you can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth as they go straight to the heat in your abdomen.

“you wanna cum for me baby?” your egging him on- as though you know exactly what to say to put him on the edge of his realise- “yesyesyes please- can i? can i come for you please-”

gasps and whimpers falling from izuku's parted lips as his head is thrown back. was all sex this good??

“cum for me zuku’” and he lets go on command, cumming inside as soon as you tell him too. his parted lips as his voice rings out your name and his hips jump instinctively with every bounce you make.

your movements don’t falter as he orgasms- keeping a steady pace as you ride it out. it’s not long before he’s making noise again- begging below you.

“w-wait ! s’too much!” his thighs are shaking below you- his whole body straining as he attempts to keep himself together- he’s failing miserably.

a flow of whines and moans leave his mouth and he continues on about how you feel too good- how it’s too much for him.

“you can give me another right izuku?” his eyes close tightly shut as he feels your pace increase- he knows it’s coming- he nods quickly.

this feeling of overstimulation is foreign to the boy, he’s so used to just getting it over with that he’s never gave himself the time to feel this good.

“cum in my pussy again zuku i need it-” he lets out a cry when he cums for the second time- physically lifting you off of him as his dick twitches-

you watch as the cum shoots from his tip landing on his chest with a heavy sigh-

your thighs move together instinctively and the movement doesn’t go unnoticed by izuku who is now looking at you lazily.

“you didn’t cum.” he sounds dejected as he says it- you don’t want him to feel bad- it’s harder for you-

“no i didn’t. but it’s okay i promise sometimes it takes awhile-” you smile at him as you say it in an attempt to make him feel better. he’s pouty.

“wanna’ make you feel good.” you giggle at him- he moves his hands to the inside of your thighs and pulls your legs apart- giving him a full few of your cum dripping pussy.

he lets out a whimper at the sight- head dropping towards your core- he approaches fast- nose hitting your clit as he takes a deep breath in-

“izuku it’s okay u don’t have too.” you move your hand in his hair comfortingly- not wanting him to feel pressured.

“you said i could last time- you promised” when you think back on it you don’t quite remember using the word “promise” but your not given the time to confirm it before his tongue leaves his mouth and licks your slit.

he eats you out like he’s starved- it’s sloppy, clear as day that he’s never done this before but it feels so good- your in awe at the boy situated under you, watching him as he moved impossibly deeper into your pussy.

your breath hitches as he sucks down ok your clit- a loud moaning leaving your lips as your head falls back. he groans into you when he hears the noise escape your lips as he begins eagerly sucking on that same spot.

he’s murmuring sweet nothings into you as he continues- “tastes so good- f-fuck you taste so good.” your mouth is fully agape now- unable to to hold in your groans.

“y-yeah? my pussy taste good baby? ngh- you wanna make me cum?-” he nods into your pussy in reply- sucking down even harder when he hears your words.

your back uncontrollably arches as he continues- his pace unfaltering as your thighs squeeze around his head- the action only drawing a whine from the boy situated between them.

his hands are wrapped around them- his hands digging into the softness of your thighs as he holds them apart- allowing himself full access to you.

“oh f-fuck- your doing so well zuku- gna’ make me cum baby-” your cut off as a whine of your own escapes your lips.

he’s drowning in your pussy as you finally cum- he’s whispering out thank yous as you finish in his mouth.

your catching your breath as your attempting to pull him up towards you- forcing him face to face with you.

you don’t exchange words as you manoeuvre your way under your covers- taking his hand in yours as you guide him to lay down beside you.

you pull his head to your bare chest as he lays down on you- eyes shutting as he lets out a comfortable but sleepy sigh.

he begins another whisper- “i’m sorry if this ruins the moment but- what does this mean?” his eyes are opened again now as he looks up at you- fearful of rejection.

“we’ll work it out- but um- i don’t want this to stop and uh- i’d like to spend more time with you iguess.” he nearly giggles at how much you remind him of your brother in this moment- struggling to put into words how you truly feel as you hope the boy will understand.

he does- of course he does. not feeling a need to reply he doesn’t as he cuddles into you, easily drifting to sleep as he finds much needed comfort in your body.

it’s hours later when you find yourself now fully clothed in your kitchen again- taking leftovers out of your fridge as you hear the opening of your door.

you poke your head round the corner to reveal katsuki- you give him a soft smile as he makes his way over to you after shuffling out of his shoes.

“the nerd upstairs?” your smile goes even softer as you tell him yes. he returns your smile now- except his is a lot more teasing than yours is.

“so- uh how’d it go?” bakugo would be lying if he said he wasn’t interested- hoping to god that it went well as he grimaces at the thought of watching izuku sulk forever as he did today.

“we worked it out.” is all the reply you give- all the reply he needs, an identical now softer smile grazing his lips as he nods at you.

“you’ll work it out-” he pauses slightly before continuing- wrapping a protective arm around your shoulder before he continues “m’ sure you will”

the end? idk i quite like the ending of this being a little ambiguous, i might make a little drabble of your parents finding out about ur relationship with izuku but im undecided.

[shukraastro]

Vedic Astrology - Future Spouse Prediction: Appearance part 1

When making predictions about the appearance of the spouse we need to look at both charts, the D1 Rasi and the D9 Navamsa. And in both charts we look again at the 7th house, because the 7th house in the D1 represents the 1st house (the face/appearance) of the spouse, and the 7th house in the D9 as well but the traits are more intensified. It will give you more precise descriptions of your spouse.

What we need to look for is:

Step 1

Which planets are present in the 7th house (if planets are present in the 7th house, then those planets will have a signifant influence in the traits of the spouse, not only appearance wise but also personality wise. Especially the Nakshatra placement of the planets in the 7th house. You will have to look at the traits of that Nakshatra. Now, if no planets are present in the 7th house, you gotta look at the 7th house lord, the planet that rules over the sign in the 7th house and where that planet is placed. I came to realize many times that in case of an empty 7th house, the ruling planet of that house acts weak in its characteristics and draws traits from the sign and Nakshatra where it's placed in. And this I have seen prominantly in appearance analysis.

For example: A person has Gemini or Virgo as sign of the 7th house in their D9 chart. That makes Mercury the ruler/lord of the 7th house. Mercury makes someone skinny, petite, with a small or an angular face and very youthfull appearance but can also just give shortness in general, short feet/hands/fingers. With Moon or Venus influence on Mercury the skinnyness will lack, because it will give volume to the physique. Also they will look either very attentive and curious or zoned out, like their mind is always busy. If there is no planet placed in the 7th house, these traits of Mercury won't be as prominent. Then the spouse will carry maybe only one or two attributes of Mercury and will carry mostly the physical attributes of the Nakshatra where Mercury is placed.

Step 2

Also count in the influences of the planets that are placed in the same house as the 7th lord (in this case Mercury) if there are any present.

Influences of the Planets:

I have mentioned Mercury above. Moon and Venus, will give a voluptious, curvy body type in women and in men they may add some volume/roundness in the chest or booty. In women Venus and Moon can cause volume around the lower abdomen because of fertility reasons, especially in Nakshatra's which have a rat yoni, Magha and Purva Phalguni. Moon is strongly associated with motherhood, I've seen that in women it can result in a mother-like even 1-3 years older spouse (wife), where as in men it can result in a 1-3 years younger spouse (husband). But in both genders Moon will give a youthful and round face and big round eyes. Sun and Mars will give a muscular and toned body type in men and broad or stockier body type in women, especially for Sun in the upper body (shoulders, arms, back). Mars will enhance the muscles. Jupiter will give either tall height and slenderness or short height but stockiness and it also gives an elongated face shape. It can also give a prominent expansion in one specific body part which catches attention. Saturn is a tricky one... it can either give a mature and very serious and bony appearance or a young and non-aging appearance especially with Venus/Moon/Mercury aspects. But the maturity will be there, always. The maturity and age difference is what distincts Saturn from other planets, so you can definitely count that in, I have seen this in pretty much 98% of charts. Saturn also gives either thick, bushy brows or very thin, fine eyebrows. Another traits of Saturn is dullness in the skin tone, it can gives some greyness or paleness in the skin tone, also dryness in the skin or proneness to skin irritations like acne. And now this one is intetesting, the front teeth, they can either be very prominent and big or maybe crooked in some cases. Rahu and Ketu will give exoticness, unorthodox appearance, outside of the norm, characteristics which are considered non-traditional and foreign, different culture/ethnicity, unique sense of fashion, hair styles, tattoos, piercings. In women I have noticed with Rahu they tend to wear colored contacts (illusion) and apply lots of blush because here also the skin tone might be dull, especially under the eyes in the case of an solar eclipse (Sun-Rahu combination in the same house) Sun represents vitality and the eyes. With the eclipse, Rahu is taking that away, causing bluish/greyish tone under the eyes, which can result in women using too much blush (redness) in their makeup. With a lunar eclipse (Moon-Rahu combination in the same house) they may use too much highlighter to recreate that luminous glow.

Step 3

Look at the special traits of the Nakshatra where the 7th lord is placed in. There are plenty of videos on youtube by Indian astrologers who brake down all the secrets of each Nakshatra. And they are very accurate.

For example: In Jyeshta, a person will love wearing circular earrings, even multiple ones at once because of its symbol "the earring". Along with Anuradha they will have doe-like eyes, because of their deer yoni. Rohini and Mrigashira love wearing colored contacts especially in green tones because of their snake yoni. Revati have feet where their toes are spread just like the fins of fish. Ashwini and Shatabishak will have mascular thighs or calves because of the horse yoni. Chitra and Vishakha will either have freckles or many tiny beauty marks/moles on their face because of the tiger yoni. Chitra with the female tiger yoni is prone to have stretch marks somewhere on their body (hips/stomach/breast/arms). Mrigashira have a round/crecent/arrow shaped scar or a mark on their forehead, usually in the middle, giving a symbolic appearance like the third eye of Shiva. Magha and Purva Phalguni turn red (sunburn) before developing a tan, they are also prone to small burn accidents from cooking (with oil) and their hair will naturally have a redish undertone. Magha will have a prominent mole near their shoulder, symbolizing royalty they also keep their hair long, mostly noticible in men, but women keep their hair very long. Purva Bhadrapada will have an injured (generally are prone for injuries of the) left leg/foot or have a scar. They also are associated with twins, either they are a twin or have siblings who are twins (nothing to do with the looks but is an upfront trait). Hasta will have a golden glow to their skin, because of its deity Savitr (Sun God). Also an upfront trait, their name (meaning) will be strongly associated with sun or gold.

I've had a really hard time breaking this down, because it goes so deep and complex it wasn't easy to structure this analysis any better. I really tried to explain this in a comprehendable way possible. I hope it's not too all over the place. But yeah as you can see, it takes a lot of in deph understanding, especially when it comes to the Nakshatra's and their very specific secret traits. This was only very surface level. To find out more about the traits of the Nakshatra's you can watch videos on yt by KRSchannel or LunarAstro, and research on vedic astrology websites. If I remember anything important which I forgot to mention, I might come back and add them here again or maybe do a part 2 for this.

Thanks for reading🌺

[sabertoothwalrus]

depending on how the next 2-3 episodes consolidates chapters makes a big difference where the season ends. There’s 5 episodes left, and they’ve been doing about 2-3 chapters per episode.

next we have:

ice golem (1 chapter), barometz (1 chapter), Canaries introduction (3/4 chapter before it’s back to Laios’s party), Golden Kingom (1 and a half chapters), familiars (1 and a half chapters), griffin (1 chapter), and changelings (2 chapters)

I’ve seen a lot of people suggest that it’d end at the end of the Griffin arc, which would be a very nicely emotionally charged way to end the season, but as I’m mathing out the chapters, I think it might go a bit farther!

Even if they draw some stuff out, it might be something like:

20. Ice golem / barometz

21. Canaries / Golden Kingdom

22. Familiars

23. Griffin

24. Changelings

I could also see them doing:

20. Ice golem / barometz / canaries

21. Golden Kingdom

22. Familiars / Griffin

23. Changelings

24. Chapter 52, and ending with the Canaries entering the dungeon? But that’s only one chapter, and this little arc continues all the way to chapter 55, so I don’t know where they’d cut it if not the end of 52

and a crack prediction: it ends at Griffin, and episode 24 is actually a bonus episode compiling all of the monster tidbits up to volume 7

I didn’t think we’d get changelings this season and I reallyyy hope we do cause it’s one of my favorite chapters! I’m starting to feel slightly more hopeful

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

@silverhypnos @opalwatch this is some heavy Chrollo yapping so yeah cool

———

in my humblest opinion, i just think that as a community (of phantom troupe and chrollo fans), we tend to be pretty annoying when it comes to talking about chrollo's intelligence. what i mean is that before the succession war arc, everyone worshipped chrollo's intelligence as if he was superhumanly clever and could make no mistakes when it came to predictions. however, after hisoka killed shalnark and kortopi and the troupe members were seen on the black whale, people were really harsh on chrollo and his intelligence.

however, there have been many times where chrollo has made some pretty ridiculous mistakes or missed something extremely important due to him being too invested in something else. chrollo even admits this himself, which is why i find it annoying that most fans just think that it's simply because chrollo got too depressed or something; because again, he's shown so many gaps in his intelligence. chrollo is human; he makes mistakes. he isn't all perfect and he will make stupid mistakes, like we all do. here are some examples of times that he hasn't made the most intelligent of decisions:

- during the kurta clan massacre, chrollo didn't think of the very real possibility that perhaps the full kurta clan wasn't present when he had massacred them. this is especially embarrassing because technically speaking, kurapika (in the canon hxh volume 0) was the one who revealed the existence of the kurta to the public eye (haha funny pun) due to him activating his scarlet eyes near the mountain that he lived. so chrollo not thinking that someone literally activating the scarlet eyes OUTSIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN might be OUTSIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN is definitely a mistake on his part. that mistake indirectly led to pakunoda and uvogin's deaths.

- chrollo getting revenge for sarasa's murder and making sure that “this [torturing] never happens to anyone in meteor city again” (chapter 397) indirectly might've led to even more crime and danger in meteor city. chrollo's plan was for the world's most dangerous leaders to show off their torturing video tapes at meteor city, find which one was sarasa's, and kill whoever had did it. according to chapter 405, the troupe was successful. after that, we don't know what the rest of their plan was. however, considering how the troupe members haven't gone to meteor city in a while before the chimera ant arc, the child k!dnappings have likely ended. but chrollo did indirectly lead more criminals (such as gyro) into meteor city. and what do criminals do? they commit crimes.

- chrollo doesn't learn from his mistakes permanently. in the past, sarasa went off alone, and that's how she ultimately died. however, in the yorknew city arc, before uvogin dies, he's perfectly fine with hisoka going off alone. after uvogin dies (who notably dies due to pursuing kurapika alone), for the next 2-3 DAYS, the troupe operates in small groups. however, after chrollo defeats hisoka, he lets shalnark and kortopi, two NENLESS people, walk around on their own. they're killed too. on the black whale, chrollo is perfectly fine with working alone (before shizuku and bonolenov approach him), machi is alone, and franklin is also alone. considering how chrollo and bonolenov are both currently (as of chapter 410) also alone, that means that shizuku is most likely alone too. and what happens to troupe members who are alone? they always die.

- this one's a pretty common one, but chrollo should have cut off hisoka's head for good measure; especially since chrollo literally knows of post mortem nen and literally has a nen ability in his book that literally uses post mortem nen.

so to any hxh fan who calls chrollo “stupid in the succession war arc” because he's depressed, chrollo has ALWAYS shown signs of being somewhat lacking in common sense. my personal theory is that this is due to his upbringing in meteor city, where common sense never applied. i still love chrollo (he's literally my favorite character in any source of media), but i just think that people constantly overrating chrollo's intelligence makes them have false opinions on his current status in the succession war arc.

[novy2sirius]

Novy’s Astrology Notes - Volume 2

➛ People always talk about how Virgo’s are clean freaks but personally I’ve noticed that Cancers tend to be more obsessed with being clean than Virgos — according to the rulership book the moon actually does represent cleaning so it makes sense

➛ Mars is often talked about negatively, but one of the positive meanings to it is that it can tell about the most exciting moments in your life — example: Mars in the 10th house could mean moments involving your achievements, career, or fame are some of the most exciting moments that happen in your life

➛ People with Pluto prominence/dominance in their big 3 tend to cuss a lot. Most likely because Pluto represents cursing

➛ Our 5th house tells about the things that we enjoy most in life — example: mine is in Libra and the things that make me happiest are music, being in love, beauty related things (such as doing my makeup), and fashion

➛ Capricorn Juno people tend to be very dedicated to their partners and work hard to show their love to them consistently

➛ Moon to Venus/Neptune aspects are my favorite in romantic Synastry. The Moon is so underrated for romance cuz it shows emotional connection, Venus represents love, and Neptune is the higher octave of Venus representing compassion, fascination, and spiritual connection. I think even if the other Synastry is challenging one of these aspects could really help

➛ I’ve found Solar Return Charts to be the best predictive astrology method in finding what year you’ll meet your spouse or get married

© novy2sirius

[liberalsarecool]

“In four years of medical school, three years of residency training, and nearly 30 years in practice as a family physician I have never been asked “what is the definition of a woman?”

Seems obvious that one could just look at the genitalia. You’re either a boy or a girl, right? Well, not always. Although it’s rare, many people are born with ambiguous genitalia. The OB/GYN and the pediatrician are simply unable to determine the sex. Historically, in consultation with the family, a sex would be assigned. Turns out that often as not the child would ultimately identify with the sex they were not assigned.

So it must be the chromosomes. The 23rd pair in humans is designated XX in females and XY in males. The Y chromosome determines male characteristics, so you are either a boy or a girl, right? Well, not always.

In embryology the default setting is female. The Y chromosome normally triggers male development. Ever heard of testicular feminization syndrome, now more properly referred to as androgen insensitivity syndrome? Sometimes an XY baby is born with essentially normal female external genitalia. The body simply does not respond to androgens associated with the Y chromosome. As the child grows and enters puberty there will be normal female breast development and other feminine characteristics. Unless genetic testing has been done at some point, the abnormality is not discovered until the teenage daughter presents to the doctor with concerns that menstruation has not started. Examination will reveal that the vagina ends in a blind pouch, no uterus, and undescended testes. They are often very feminine - cheerleaders, beauty pageant contestants, etc.

Nearly everybody is a “normal” XX or XY, has anatomy to match, and is perfectly at peace with themselves. But not everybody. Several studies have identified how the sexual diversity between men and women does not exclusively involve the genitals, but also the development of different brain areas. And just as genitals can be ambiguous, or not match what XY would predict,so can the brain in some instances develop in a different direction than the genitals. Animal studies suggest this is likely due to atypical levels of sex hormones in the womb.

One of several such structures studied in the human brain have involved an area of the limbic system known as the nucleus of the terminal stria. The volume of this area appears to be influenced by the stimulation of sex hormones during brain development, and in men the volume of this area is greater than in women. Scans of this area in transgender women (genetic/anatomic men who identify as females) resemble that of non transgender females. In this matter gender identity develops from the complex interactions between sex hormones and brain during its development; moreover, this appears to be genetically predetermined and is not influenced by hormonal stimuli during the adult phase. It is important to understand that at this point it is not known for certain what causes gender dysphoria or incongruence, just as we don’t know for certain what makes someone gay or for that matter, left handed.

Gender dysphoria often begins in childhood and can lead to severe distress, depression, and suicide. Treatment includes thorough psychological and medical evaluation and psychotherapy. Hormonal treatments in children are designed to delay puberty until decisions about desired gender characteristics can be made. The treatments are not permanent and are REVERSIBLE. Hormone treatments are not given to prepubertal children and in fact are not started until Tanner stage 2 of puberty. Sex change (gender reassignment) operations are not done on children. (Rare exception might be in the case of ambiguous genitalia where surgery may be done to make genital appearance more consistent with the genetic sex).

Unfortunately there are many people who cannot or will not understand that someone different from themselves might really be different for a real reason. I recently watched a video of a Fox News personality guffawing, in an arrogant and grotesque display of not knowing what one does not know, about how "woke liberals" were looking into the science of what makes someone a man or a woman. I hope the information provided here explains why that question is not quite as simple as it sounds.

It is also unfortunate in Texas that people with political power seem to think that trans people just want to get on the girls' track team

to win a lot of medals or get in the girls' rest room to watch them pee. Governor Abbott, Lt Gov Patrick, and AG Paxton have shown profound ignorance and cruelty in decreeing treatment for these kids to be child abuse. Even right wing columnist Mona Charen called Abbott's behavior "malice masquerading as policy making". They really no different than lunchroom bullies.

The American Academy of Pediatrics, American Academy of Family Physicians, American Medical Association, American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists, and the Endocrine Society have expressed outrage that government is inserting itself into a matter that should be left to families, patients, and their doctors. There are well established evidence based procedures that have been in place for decades. This is not a new phenomenon and it is not a fad. Treatment saves lives. Denying treatment is cruel.

I would hope that someone will share this with a conservative friend. For most of us it seems ridiculous that a guy would think he is a woman, or a woman to think she is a man. The human brain and human body are complex and wondrous and get it “right” almost every time, but sometimes they get it different. And different should not be wrong, and different people and their families should not be attacked by their own government.”

- Joe McCreight, MD

[aesthetically-dying101]

Take me back, to the night we met.

A/N: gojo has just so much potential for angst and sad shit its fun.

Other Part: Part 2.

Warning: angst? is this angst? idk, just sad stuff, yes it'll get better, i think i use y/n like twice. she/her pronouns, no description of reader

Do not copy nor translate my work.

The once-bustling city was silent, a ghostly fog blanketing the streets.

Broken glass crunched underfoot as you and Satoru made your way through the ruins of a devastated shopping district. The air was heavy with residual cursed energy, oppressive and cloying like smoke.

Your technique had been invaluable in tracking the curse this far—it was clever, veiling itself in the chaos of its destruction. But now, even without your abilities, its presence was unmistakable.

“There,” you murmured, pointing to the center of the wreckage. A shadow writhed in the haze, its form shifting, contorting like a serpent coiled in fury.

Gojo’s usual carefree grin widened, an edge of exhilaration in his voice.

“About time. I was starting to think it didn’t have the guts to face us.”

He stepped forward, impossibly confident as always, the faint shimmer of his Infinity surrounding him.

You hung back, ready to support him as best as you could. You weren’t on Gojo’s level—no one was—but you could hold your own, and you knew how to keep him grounded when his arrogance threatened to blind him.

You were used to this, and honestly, you loved seeing him in action. Your too-pretty man.

The curse roared, its voice a grating cacophony that vibrated through your bones.

“Satoru Gojo.” The way it spat his name was venomous, dripping with hatred. Its grotesque form solidified—a humanoid shape with way too many eyes and limbs, each movement a jerking, unnatural twist.

Ew. Was the only thought going through your head.

“You think you’re invincible,” it hissed, its voice low and guttural, “but even gods have weaknesses.”

Gojo tilted his head, his blindfold concealing whatever expression flickered across his face.

“Weakness? Me? Funny. I’ll have to tell my fans about that one.”

The curse didn’t laugh. Instead, its many eyes swivelled to you.

“Her.”

Gojo didn’t react immediately, but you saw it—the slight shift in his stance, the way his head snapped toward you for a fraction of a second before returning to the curse.

“She’s your flaw,” it snarled, amusement dripping from its tone. “The way you care for her. The way you watch her. You may be untouchable, but she bleeds.”

The words hung in the air, and for the first time in your life, you saw Gojo falter. It was slight—so slight that anyone else might have missed it—but you caught the tension in his shoulders, the way his hand tightened into a fist before relaxing again.

“And I will make her bleed.”

The curse lunged toward you with a speed that shouldn’t have been possible. Your instincts kicked in, barriers flaring to life around you as you stepped back. The defensive layers you conjured groaned and bent under the curse’s assault- but didn't break.

“Stay away from her.”

Gojo’s voice was colder than you’d ever heard it.

The air shifted, the pressure around you becoming unbearable as his Limitless technique snapped into place. The curse was flung backward, its body slamming into the rubble with a deafening crash.

But it wasn’t done. It laughed—a horrible, choking sound, sounding like his vocal chords were snapping.

“So predictable,” it sneered. “You’d sacrifice the world to protect her, wouldn’t you?”

Gojo didn’t reply, but his silence spoke volumes.

Because he would, you both knew that.

The fight that followed was brutal. Gojo’s attacks were precise and devastating, yet the curse kept taunting him, weaving in and out of his strikes, deliberately drawing the battle out.

You supported him from the sidelines, tracking its movements and throwing up barriers when needed, but the strain was immense.

When Gojo finally delivered the finishing blow—a shimmering violet sphere of destruction that obliterated the curse in an instant—the air went still.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

You leaned against a crumbling wall, your energy depleted.

Gojo didn’t move. He stood there, staring at the spot where the curse had been, his hand still outstretched.

“ 'Toru?” you called softly, stepping closer.

He turned to you, and for a moment, you saw something raw in his expression, something vulnerable and deeply unsettling. Then, like a mask slipping back into place, his usual cocky grin returned.

“Guess I really do have a weakness, huh?” he joked, his voice light but forced.

Your chest tightened. “Don’t do that,” you said sharply. “Don’t pretend this doesn’t bother you.”

His grin faltered, just for a second, before he brushed past you. “Let’s head back. We’ll debrief at the school.”

You stared after him, frustration bubbling in your chest. He was shutting you out again, burying whatever he was feeling beneath layers of bravado.

But you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted.

And neither could he.

*-*

A week later, the air was crisp, the fading light of the sunset painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson. The quiet hum of the city below served as a distant backdrop as you strolled beside Satoru.

He had insisted on this walk after a long day, claiming he needed to “stretch his legs and enjoy the view.”

But something was off.

He wasn’t talking as much as usual, his cocky banter replaced with a contemplative silence. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, and though his blindfold was in place, you could feel his gaze flickering toward you more often than usual.

You slowed your steps, letting the last rays of sunlight warm your skin.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” you said, trying to lighten the mood. “Something on your mind?”

Gojo didn’t answer immediately. He stopped walking and turned toward the horizon, the wind tousling his snowy hair. His jaw tightened, and you felt the shift in his energy—subtle, but impossible to miss after all the time you’d spent with him.

Your stomach twisted.

“Satoru?” you pressed, your voice softer now.

He exhaled, long and slow, before finally speaking. “We can’t do this anymore.”

The words hit you like a physical blow.

“What?” you breathed, the air stolen from your lungs.

He turned to face you then, his expression as unreadable as ever, but there was a tension in his posture that betrayed him. “It’s not fair to you,” he said, his voice light but carefully measured, as though he’d rehearsed this.

You stared at him, disbelief turning to anger. “Not fair to me?” you repeated. “Satoru, what are you talking about? I knew what I was getting into when—”

“That’s the problem,” he interrupted, his tone sharper now. “You shouldn’t have to ‘get into’ anything. You shouldn’t have to live with a target on your back because of me.”

“Is this about what the curse said?” you demanded, stepping closer. “Because if it is, I don’t care. I chose this. I chose you.”

Gojo flinched, just barely, but it was enough for you to notice.

“You don’t get it,” he said, his voice low, almost bitter. “I am the target. Every damn curse, every sorcerer who wants to make a name for themselves—they’re all aiming for me. And now you’re in the crossfire. I won’t let anyone hurt you because of me.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

“You don’t get to make this decision for me!” you shouted, your voice breaking. “You don’t get to walk away and pretend like it’s for my sake when we both know that’s not what I want!”

Gojo’s shoulders tensed, and for a moment, he looked like he might falter. But then he straightened, his face hardening into that familiar mask of nonchalance.

“You’ll be safer without me,” he said, his tone so calm it was infuriating.

“And what about you?” you shot back. “Who’s going to keep you grounded? Who’s going to remind you that you’re more than just the strongest sorcerer?”

He didn’t answer.

You stepped closer, grabbing his arm, forcing him to look at you. “Satoru, please,” you whispered, tears spilling over now. “Don’t do this.”

For a moment, you thought he might cave. His hand twitched, as if he wanted to reach for you, to wipe away your tears. But then he pulled away, taking a step back.

“This is the right choice,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost a whisper. “You’ll understand someday.”

And then he turned and walked away.

You stood there, frozen, watching his figure retreat into the growing shadows. The ache in your chest was unbearable, a hollow, gnawing pain that threatened to consume you.

*-*

The mission had started as routine.

You’d been given a standard exorcism assignment—nothing too dangerous, just an annoying curse terrorizing a small town. The curse was relatively weak, barely enough to warrant any experienced sorcerer, let alone someone with your abilities. You’d even been assigned two younger, less experienced sorcerers to guide them through the process.

Routine.

Easy.

But something about this mission felt off from the start. The energy was wrong—too quiet, too still. And when the curse finally revealed itself, it was far more intelligent, more dangerous than anything you’d anticipated.

The students were frightened, their nerves betraying them as the curse's presence grew stronger, filling the air with a chilling malice. You quickly assessed the situation, your heart racing. You’d dealt with much worse, but this one was different. It moved too quickly, outwitting you at every turn.

"You two, get out of here!" you shouted to the students, pushing them back as the curse attacked with brutal force, sending shards of broken buildings flying toward you. "I’ll hold it off. Use the flare to call for backup."

The students hesitated, looking at you with wide eyes. They were terrified, their faces pale.

"We can’t leave you here!" one of them protested.

"I’m not asking, this is an order," you snapped, turning toward the curse. "Go. Now."

With a final, reluctant glance, the students ran, triggering the flare and signaling for backup. You stayed behind, your heart pounding in your chest as the curse advanced toward you.

Your technique was based on defense and tracking—always one step ahead of your enemy, drawing from their energy to fortify your own. You could feel the flow of cursed energy around you, stealing fragments of its power as it lashed out.

But this curse was intelligent. Instead of trying to attack directly, it hurled massive chunks of rubble at you.

Motherfucker.

You gritted your teeth, dodging, weaving, but your defensive barriers shattered under the sheer force of the blows. With every hit, your energy drained faster. You had to buy time. The students had to escape.

You activated your technique once more. Your energy siphoned from the curse, using its own force against it. The pain in your body was almost unbearable, but you could feel the balance shifting, just for a moment.

Then the curse retaliated in a different way—throwing an enormous boulder in your direction.

Well fuck.

You barely saw it coming before it crashed into your side, throwing you to the ground with a sickening crack.

Everything blurred.

Your vision darkened. You managed a final, shaky breath, but your body was already failing you. The last thing you heard before everything went black was the deafening roar of the curse, followed by the sound of your heart racing in your ears.

*-*

Gojo had returned from his mission, expecting the usual debrief. He stepped into Jujutsu High, the familiar scent of ink and wood filling his senses as his footsteps echoed through the empty halls.

It had been a long, exhausting mission, but he’d grown accustomed to the grind.

He hadn’t been expecting anything out of the ordinary, just the usual debrief and paperwork. But as he passed the infirmary, his eyes were drawn to the two students from your mission. They were lying in their beds, still bandaged, their faces pale and etched with a sort of exhaustion Gojo had seen too many times before.

His heart skipped a beat when he caught sight of them through the glass window of the infirmary. Bandages wrapped around their arms, their faces pale, eyes wide with the lingering fear of the mission’s chaos. He didn’t even need to ask what had happened.

He approached the infirmary door, but when he saw the students’ tired faces, something inside him snapped—something that told him, without a single word being spoken, that you were not there. The absence was suffocating.

There was no sign of you.

He opened the door quietly, but before he could say anything, he noticed the students’ quiet glances. Their eyes avoided his, a shared sorrow pooling in the room, thickening the air.

Gojo stood still, his breath shallow. He didn’t need to hear the words. He could already sense the unease, the guilt in their eyes.

You weren’t there.

There were no questions. No requests for answers. Gojo didn’t even need to ask about your condition, didn’t need to hear the inevitable truth.

He just knew.

He turned on his heel, his heart heavy with a burden he couldn’t shake. The weight of everything seemed to settle on him all at once, an unbearable pressure in his chest. Without another glance at the students, he walked out, his footsteps muffled by the deafening silence that followed him.

The headmaster looked up from his paperwork, his face unreadable. But Gojo knew that even without words, he could see the sorrow in the older sorcerer’s eyes.

Without hesitation, Gojo spoke, his voice low but laced with a quiet panic.

"Where is she?"

The headmaster’s eyes flickered with something almost imperceptible—regret, maybe. But he didn’t answer immediately. He pushed his glasses up and set his pen down, leaning back in his chair.

"You’re asking about Y/N, right?" the headmaster finally said, his tone measured but tense.

Gojo didn’t reply, his gaze piercing. The silence stretched between them, both men knowing what was coming but refusing to speak it aloud.

"She’s..." The headmaster paused, his voice faltering. "We couldn’t find her. No trace of cursed energy. No body. Nothing. We—"

Gojo felt the air leave his lungs, as if the words had physically struck him. His hand gripped the doorframe, knuckles turning white. The headmaster's words blurred, muffled by the rising pressure in his head.

No body.

He couldn’t process it.

Couldn’t grasp the idea that you—someone so powerful, so fierce—could vanish into nothingness. He thought maybe he’d just missed you, maybe you were injured and being treated in another room.

But no.

No trace. No energy.

No remnants of your presence anywhere.

The thought that you might really be gone—erased from existence entirely—was something his mind could not, would not, accept.

"Satoru," the headmaster said, his voice softer now. “I’m so sorry. We... we have to presume she’s gone. The mission—”

Gojo’s body stiffened, his breath catching in his throat. His chest felt tight, his heart hammering in his ears.

"No." The word slipped from his lips, quiet but sharp. His voice wavered just slightly. He never let his guard down, never showed weakness—but now, there was nothing left to hide.

“Please,” Gojo’s voice cracked as he turned to the headmaster, his eyes searching. He ignored the previous statements. “Tell me you found something. Tell me you found her.”

The headmaster’s face was solemn. He shook his head, slowly.

“No,” he said simply. “Nothing.”

His legs felt weak, but he held himself up. Barely. He needed to walk. He needed to leave, but his body felt anchored to the ground, unwilling to move. Every part of him screamed for the impossible: that you were out there somewhere, just waiting to be found.

But reality was a cold, harsh thing. And in this moment, the weight of it crushed him.

He had failed you. He had chosen to leave, to protect you by walking away, and now you were... gone.

"She was the one who stayed behind," Gojo murmured, almost to himself. "She stayed behind." His voice trembled slightly, betraying him.

"She was an incredible teacher and sorcerer-"

His voice droned on. Gojo wasn't listening. The truth had settled into his chest like a stone, cold and heavy.

He turned and walked out of the room without another word. He could hear the headmaster's quiet sigh behind him, but he didn’t stop.

His heart ached in ways that words couldn’t describe. And though he told himself that he would find you, that he would search until the ends of the Earth if he had to... a deep, gnawing emptiness told him that you weren’t coming back.

*-*

The small memorial for you was a quiet affair—too quiet for someone as vibrant as you. It was simple: a few flowers, a candle, some soft words from your colleagues, and then… silence.

Gojo had stood there, watching the flickering candlelight, his blindfold concealing the turmoil behind his eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything. What could he possibly say?

He felt trapped in his own skin. And it was all his fault.

He couldn’t stop replaying that last conversation—the look in your eyes, the way you had begged him not to leave you, to not make the decision for you. He should have listened. He should have fought harder to keep you by his side. If he hadn’t pushed you away, if he hadn’t been so damn sure that he was protecting you by letting you go...

You wouldn’t have been alone.

You wouldn’t have had to face that curse by yourself.

The guilt ate at him, a slow, insidious poison coursing through his veins. He couldn’t escape it. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw your face—your smile, your fire, the way you’d always challenged him.

It haunted him.

*-*

The days blurred into each other.

He threw himself into missions with a reckless, almost manic energy, as if hoping to exhaust himself to the point of forgetting. But it didn’t work.

It never worked.

He fought like an animal, like a machine, unleashing his cursed energy with a fury that no one had ever seen before. He’d take on missions that others would hesitate to touch, pushing himself to the brink, demanding more and more of himself, as if trying to outrun the demons inside his head.

The other sorcerers at Jujutsu High began to notice the shift. His smiles were rare, almost forced. His cocky demeanor was gone, replaced with a dangerous edge that made everyone uneasy. His actions were unpredictable, reckless. In battle, he was a force of nature, but outside of it—outside of the fights—he was unraveling.

“You’re overdoing it,” Utahime had told him, her voice laced with concern as she watched him wipe blood from his hands after another gruelling mission. “You need to slow down.”

Gojo had just stared at her, his blindfolded eyes piercing her with an intensity that made her back off.

“I’m fine,” he’d muttered, the words sharp, but hollow. He wasn’t fine. But he couldn’t admit it. He wouldn’t.

*-*

Weeks passed, but it only got worse. Gojo was spiraling, and no one knew how to stop it. After the loss of Suguru Geto, Gojo had fallen into a dark place, but this... this was different. That loss had been a betrayal, a brutal cut from a man he had once called his closest friend. He had blamed himself then too, but with you, it was all his fault. He could barely look at himself in the mirror without feeling like he was drowning in his own shame.

Gojo had always been the unshakable force.

The invincible one.

But now, the cracks were spreading.

The worst part was the isolation. He would come home after long days of missions, covered in sweat and blood, but the silence in his apartment would swallow him whole. He couldn’t escape it. There was no one there to talk to, no one to help him forget.

He would lay awake, staring at the ceiling, hearing the faint sound of your voice in his memory, but it was always just out of reach. The regret twisted inside him, like a knife lodged deep in his chest.

He’d let you die alone.

The world continued to move forward.

But Gojo Satoru didn’t.

Not without you.

A/N: i hope this is even half decent, i had an idea and wanted to make smth out of it, and yesss part two will be posted very, very soon

:)

[objecks]

Ok tag game time cuz they're fun. BFDI ENJOYERS... Rb and tag this with (in order) 1. Your favorite character 2. The most popular ship with them and 2.5. If u like it or not 3. Your fave ship with them

[yuurei20]

Hi :D, I hope you can help me if you can :c , I would like to read the mangas and 4komas of twisted wonderland, but how can I find them? and this question is strange, but I would like to know who are the manga artists, how can I find out? I fell in love with the drawing style of savanaclaw's manga

Hello hello! Thank you for this question! ❤️🦁🐙 The manga and 4koma are being released on a somewhat erratic schedule in G-Fantasy magazine, available from Amazon, and coming out this week!

The magazine itself releases on the 18th of every month but the manga releases are difficult to predict: Savanaclaw was on a temporary hiatus while the mangaka had COVID, only the 4koma was released in November, only Octavinelle and the 4koma are coming out this month, and we have't seen any new Savanaclaw since July 2024?

But a second hiatus has yet to be formally announced and the manga continues to be published in book format, with Octavinelle starting before Sanavaclaw was complete and possibly on track to end before it is finished?

There are at least five artists at work behind the Heartslabyul/Savanaclaw/Octavinelle/4koma manga (not including Yana herself, who might have a supervisory role)!

Starting with Savanaclaw 🦁 The artist is Oda Suzuka! (Website)

Other work she has illustrated for includes: ・Psychic Detective Yakumo ・Pretty Boy Detective Club ・Danzai no Dragnet ・The Villainess Who Aims to be a Nightingale

Unlike the artists for the Heartslabyul and Octavinelle arcs Oda seems to be working entirely by herself, doing both layout and illustration!

Layout design for the Heartslabyul arc was done by Hazuki Wakana, with illustrations by Kowono Sumire!

Yana explains that Hazuki and Kowono "…are staff members involved in art production for background settings, cards, and more in the Twisted Wonderland app."

There do not seem to be any SNS accounts or other published works associated with the names "Hazuki Wakana" or "Kowono Sumire," so they might be aliases for use in their work with D-6th.

Yana says that they are both also staff members that have been working with her on her manga, Black Butler, for many years.

The two artists will sometimes have messages to fans posted through Yana's Twitter account, like at the conclusion of the Heartslabyul arc and the start of Octavinelle.

Illustrations for the Octavinelle arc are also being done by Kowono Sumire, with layout design mostly by Hazuki Wakana except for chapter 11, which was done by longtime Black Butler assistant artist Nagaoka Chiaki (Twitter).

Yana says that her role is overall collaboration, character design and character creation (she says that in addition to creating the basis for Trey’s parents she also designed Riddle’s mother, including her face, but they ultimately left her in silhouette).

It is difficult to tell what Yana means by “overall collaboration," but she has shared a tweet about drawing the characters out herself for Kowono to base her work on.

(This might not apply to Oda who is not a member of D-6th, and I have not been able to find any tweets from either Oda or Yana about any collaboration that may be going on.)

And the 4koma is by artist "mochi"! (website)

They are also one of 18 artists who participated in the creation of volume 2 of the anthology manga! (The one in the middle with Lucius!)