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You’re The One I Call For Security

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x OC

Summary: Both being born was a world altering event. Meant to be each other’s lifetime support, though neither of them could seem to truly understand the other.

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December 7, 1989, was a historically important date for the Jujutsu World. A life changing one, one that altered the world and forced it to evolve. It was the day two of the most powerful clan heirs were born.

The Gojo Clan birthed Gojo Satoru, the first person in approximately four hundred years to inherit both the Limitless inherited technique and the Six Eyes. A technique known to manipulate space and the eyes with extraordinary perception capable of seeing curse energy. Snow white hair and dazzling blue eyes that shined brighter than any diamond.

The Yukimura Clan birthed Yukimura Ara, the first person in approximately four hundred years to inherit both the Era inherited technique and the Third Eye. A technique known as to manipulate time and the eyes capable of seeing what is to come in the future. Night dark hair and glimmering red eyes that shamed any ruby.

Their births were enough to induce as much terror as excitement. Space and time users, both techniques which are known to create reality, to be born for the first time in such a long time together once again, it was a mind blowing moment. Both clans were held in high regards, recognized for their superiority after birthing the strongest sorcerers of their time. A festival was done to celebrate by all the clans and alive sorcerers.

What did it matter if stronger curses appeared when the sorcerers able to end them would soon be able to face them? What were a few years of enduring undefeatable curses when they would soon have their own perfect soldiers to eradicate them?

The birth of Gojo Satoru and Yukimura Ara was hope. They were hope and both were raised knowing so. Spoiled rotten (at least in Satoru’s case) and held above everybody else. Untouchable.

Neither was allowed to go anywhere alone. Neither was allowed to befriend other kids their age.

Their lives were all about training, learning. About becoming stronger.

Why would they be allowed to mix with children below them? Why would they be allowed to bother with childish behaviors when they had to be above it?

They were destined for grandness, and were never allowed to forget it.

Their paths crossed for the first time when they were both seven years old. The Gojo and Yukimura clans had a meeting regarding their heirs, planning to make them meet for the first time that year. That way they could strengthen their alliance.

The kids were meant to be together, as their cursed techniques attracted one another. Nothing could go wrong with the clans plans.

Gojo Satoru proved them wrong.

“A pleasure to meet you” the tiny dark haired girl bowed her head respectfully, a tiny smile adorning her pale features, “I’m Yukimura Ara”

The white haired boy scoffed. He had heard about her, more than he’d like, and all he saw her as was competition. He didn’t need anyone beside him as he became the strongest, he was more than enough of his own.

“Gojo Satoru”

Ara smiled brightly. Finally after so much isolation she could meet the one person her clan would be okay with her befriending. She would finally be able to go out of the four walls that caged her.

All thanks to him.

The maids taking care of them were a few steps behind, hoping to give them enough space to talk freely. To bond.

Looking once at her bright smile, Gojo turned around swiftly and kept walking. Ara frowned with confusion but smiled nevertheless, following him with a little skip in her steps.

“You have really pretty eyes” she adds, “Have they started hurting?”

Satoru stopped abruptly, “How do you know they hurt?”

“I saw it” she shrugs, “It wasn’t voluntarily though, I can’t really control them yet”

“By them you mean your visions?” Satoru questions, “I think I heard my parents talking about it once”

The dark haired girl nods slowly, a faint grimace on her face.

“It’s not as fun as it sounds. Most of the time it leaves me with an awful headache”

Satoru nods once, “Happens to me too”

Like turning on a switch, Ara’s smile brightens and her hands hold abruptly onto Satoru’s arm.

“Wh—HEY!”

“YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND FROM NOW ON”

“HUH?!” He screeched, trying to get her off his arm, “How—Why does that make me your best friend?!”

Smiling innocently while tightening her grip on his arm, she looks up at him, “It’s a secret”

Satoru frowns, not understanding the girl clinging to him as if her life depended on him. Scoffing he decides to ignore it for now, after all their meeting was probably a one time thing.

Except it wasn’t.

Faster than Satoru could blink his training sessions were aligned with her own, forcing him to spend time with her before and after them. The only time he could escape her presence was when he was being taught about his own clan, as she had to be taught about her own individually too.

Oh, how he longed those boring history classes.

The first birthday they celebrated after becoming friends had Satoru fuming. His birthdays has always been a big celebration of his life, people coming for everywhere to tell him how much him being alive meant, all looking at him as if he was a god amongst them all.

But now, oh, now they weren’t looking at him.

They were looking at her.

And it was because his dear old parents had heard from her own how she had never once celebrated her birthday, all because the Yukimura clan felt it was an unnecessary festivity.

It wasn’t surprising, not at all. The Yukimura clan was known for being extremely secretive. Never once to leave their residence or associate with other clans, the only ones allowed to were the representatives and the head of the clan. They were known for their ruthless trainings and their lack of empathy.

A birthday party? Please. They barely even attended the festivities held by the other clans.

So, of course, his parents had suggested joining their birthdays. And, of course, having the opportunity to finally be able to look at the other sorcerer that change the course of the universe meant the attention was solely on her. None on him.

He was pouting. He had the right to, it was his birthday but everybody was whispering about the one they called his equal.

Ara, on the other hand, hadn’t stopped smiling. Bright red eyes shining under the lights as she looked at her surroundings, as she delighted herself by the atmosphere.

He hated every second of it.

She loved every second of it.

Worst of all? It seemed she didn’t actually focus on any of the attention she was receiving, she was more focused on looking at him and seeing his reactions.

She even had the audacity to come to him when the time to congratulate them ended and the time to socialize started. Clinging to his arm with excitement. It was annoying.

“Satoru!”

“Gojo” he corrected her under his breath.

She smiled nevertheless.

“You received so many gifts! Are you excited to open them?” Her eyes shone as they stared at him, “I am! I had never received gifts!”

“It’s a birthday party” he scoffs, “Did you not expect to receive anything?”

The question was rhetorical, but she just didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“I’ve never been to a birthday party before. Don’t know the protocol” she shrugs, “Still. It’s kinda nice of them to give us gifts”

He frowns, looking at her with a little curiosity shining in his eyes. He heard his parents when they told him she had never celebrated her birthday, but he didn’t think she didn’t even know what they were.

Not that it mattered to him anyway. Not when she had stolen his birthday.

“It’s nice that we share a birthday, don’t you think?” He didn’t. “I hope we can keep celebrating them together” He’d rather not.

He didn’t voice his thoughts. Instead he tried, even when he already knew it was futile, to get her grip off of him.

Was this what his life was meant to be from now on? With her always clinging to his side?

He couldn’t imagine anything worst.

By the time they turned twelve, Gojo had already admitted defeat. The only time he promised himself he ever would.

There was just no getting rid of her.

Indifference? Ara just brushed it off. Rudeness? She just smiled at him. Bluntness? She laughed it off. It didn’t matter what he did, so he resigned himself. Ara had clung to his arm as soon as they both met and she wasn’t letting go.

It was comforting, something he’d only admit to himself. To have someone so devoted to him that could stay beside him.

It had been engraved to him as a child that as the strongest he was fated to be alone. No one to stand beside him, no one to fight with him. But she could. She had the power to. She was fated to be alone too.

So, with that thought he allowed himself to admit defeat.

Even when he’d much rather it be anyone else but her beside him. Cause as annoying as she could be, at least he wasn’t alone.

“Hey”

His thoughts are interrupted by the annoying dark haired preadolescent clinging to his side.

“What?”

“How do you think it’ll be?” She whispers, “Tokyo’s Jujutsu High, I mean”

He freezes.

Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, one of the two only jujutsu educational institutions in Japan dedicated to fostering the next generation of jujutsu sorcerers.

The school both the head of their clans had decided they were to attend. Together.

There really was no getting rid of her.

“I don’t know”

“Do you think we’ll meet strong people there?”

He shrugs, “Maybe”

“Stronger than us?”

Oh.

Now he understood why the question.

And, sadly, he couldn’t give her the answer she was expecting. And he knew that she already knew that.

And yet, she still asked.

She had hoped, he guessed after seeing how her red eyes shone as she stared at him.

She was a fool.

“Never stronger than us”

For the first time in the five years they had known each other, Satoru saw the light in her eyes dimmer. It was just slightly. A small change, but one he recognized as soon as it happened.

He didn’t like it.

He didn’t care enough to try to bring it back either.

So, Satoru turned his gaze back towards the cherry blossoms on the tree they sat against. Ignoring the uncomfortable reminder of the change he had caused. It wasn’t his fault, he just answered her question. It was not his fault the answer wasn’t to her liking.

Although, selfishly, he had hoped too that the answer could’ve been different.

“I think…” she started after a few minutes of silence, “I think we’ll meet someone as strong as us. Not stronger, but strong enough to stay beside us”

His eyes widened slightly, his heart clenching against his ribs as a warmth enveloped it. What was he feeling? Why did… why did he want to believe her?

“And if we don’t, at least we’ll still have each other” she turns her face to his, smiling slightly, “We’ll always have each other”

He wanted to find the thought annoying, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to be alone, he had been alone for far too long. The promise of being by his side, a promise she could actually keep unlike any other, wasn’t one he hated.

He could take on the weight of being the strongest, but he was glad it wasn’t just his to carry.

Although he’d never voice it. Much less to her.

“SATORU!”

He sighed, but stopped nevertheless.

And arm encircled his own and a body warmed his side. Something that by now he was very much used to.

“When did you get here?” She asked, grinning, “Have you seen your dorm room? Have you unpacked already? Do you need help?”

“About an hour ago. Yes. No. And no”

“You should unpack soon. The faster you do it, the more comfortable you’ll be” her smile brightens, “I met the other girl in first year with us, her name is Ieri Shoko. She’s really nice! She’s from Nakano, and she promised she’d show us around when we get to go out”

“How’s her curse technique?”

“Huh?” She frowns, confused, “No idea. Didn’t really ask her that. I did ask her about the best bakeries around though!”

He sighed. Of course Ara wouldn’t ask the most important question. Of course she wouldn’t care about how strong their classmates were.

He envied that about her. He wished that he could care less too.

“Have you met our other classmate?”

He shakes his head.

“Huh… I heard he’s a boy. Oh! We should go meet him right now!” She tugs on his arm, “Do you think he already got here? Let’s go see!”

“Ara” he sighs again, “Stop”

She stops tugging on his arm, frowns a little, and then smiles once again.

“Is the great Gojo Satoru scared?”

“HUH?!”

“I’m right, am I not?” She giggles, “Never would’ve thought”

“I’m not scared!”

“Then what’s the problem?”

What was the problem?

He groans.

She was right, he was scared. These last few years she had made him believe they would find a place to belong in these halls. She had made him believe there could be someone strong enough to fight beside them. But…

What if she was wrong?

What if said person didn’t exist? What if they had to live the next few years by themselves as they had always been?

What if they really only had each other?

“You know…” she starts, softly, “even if they turn out to be weaker than we hope, they can still evolve. They can still learn”

He swears he just forgot how to breathe.

“And until the day they catch up arrives, we can protect them” she tilts her head, gaze full of warmth as she gazes at him, “We don’t have to be alone anymore”

She’s annoying, he thinks. And yet, he allows her to pull him again so he can go meet their classmates.

She’s annoying but, somehow, he doesn’t find it in himself to be annoyed.

She’s annoying but he is thankful she pushed him to meet Geto Suguru, whose curse energy gives Satoru relief. He was strong, just like him. He wasn’t alone.

With a side eye, Satoru looks at her and finds himself changing his old thought. He hadn’t ever been alone, not really, right? She’d always been there, even when he didn’t want her to. Even when he had tried everything to get rid of her. So now it was that he wasn’t alone, it was that neither of you actually were.

He would allow himself that relieving thought.

Until…

She is talking to the other girl, Shoko he assumes. And Ara looks happy, annoyingly so. How could she smile that bright to somebody that wasn’t him? How could she be giving that much attention to another?

Why did he even care?

He bites the inside of his cheek, trying to ignore the clenching feeling in his chest. It was annoying and so was she. He should be thankful there was someone else for her to bother.

So, why wasn’t he?

“Oh, is she your sister?”

“HUH?!”

Geto laughs softly, “Sorry, I just saw how she clung to your arm before and how annoyed you looked, yet you still let her. That’s how I imagine brothers to look at their sisters”

“She’s not my sister” Satoru groans, “We look nothing alike!”

“True” Geto shrugs, “but not all family is decided by blood”

Geto smiles once more before joining Ara and Shoko, leaving Gojo frozen in his spot.

Not all family is decided by blood.

Huh. Was that what you were to him? Family? The thought strangely didn’t repulse him. You had been by his side the longest after all, annoyingly so. But the one of you being his sister? That made him want to gouge his eyes out, for some reason.

And the smile you were giving Geto was not one he could tolerate.

That’s why he found himself walking until he got between both of you, glaring as you smiled sweetly and brightly towards him. He didn’t like how upset he felt after knowing you had just smiled that way towards your other classmates. He didn’t understand nor like that he got upset, but he was Gojo Satoru and he didn’t have to explain his reasons.

“You haven’t talked to me since yesterday” Ara pouted, “Why are you upset with me?”

Gojo ignores the question, focusing on his Digimon manga, making her frown.

“Satoru!” She grabbed the manga from his hands, “Stop ignoring me!”

“HEY! Give it back”

“Not until you answer me!”

Gojo’s frown deepens and a pout settles on his face, but this time Ara doesn’t let it faze her. He has been ignoring her for a whole 24 hours, and that had never really happened before. Sure, he had sometimes never answered when she talked herself out, but he had never avoided her.

Not for long at least. Or successfully.

“I’m not ignoring you”

“Yeah, right” she scoffs, “and my hair is blonde”

“Could be”

Ara stares at him blankly at that and Gojo bites back a grimace. He just really didn’t want to admit why he had avoided her for so long.

He didn’t want to admit that seeing the closeness ahead had with Suguru after their mission together bothered him. Much less how they seemed to now have inner jokes he didn’t, and couldn’t, understand.

He hated that it had bothered him.

“Just tell me what’s wrong” she whispers, giving him the manga after a defeated sigh.

“I’m not upset”

“Stop lying” she snaps, “I know you—”

“You know me?!” He laughs, “You know nothing about me!”

“Satoru—”

“It’s the truth! What do you know about me?! All you’ve done our whole lives is cling to my arm like a damn pest!” He shouts, standing up to tower over her, “I finally get to free myself from you! At least for a while! There isn’t anything behind it, there doesn’t have to be! I’m just finally enjoying some peace and quiet as I’ve always wanted and you’ve never allowed me to enjoy!”

“I—”

“I finally get to get rid off you, there doesn’t have to be a reason for me to do so! Not when I’ve always wanted to do so!”

Ara’s face falls for a second before becoming numb. The light in her eyes dimming, until is cease to exist.

Oh, he went too far. His chest starts to clench, his whole body becoming cold. Why was he feeling like this? Wasn’t this what he had always wanted? To see her look at him as if he was nothing to her? To not ever see that bright eyes and shining smile towards his cold gaze ever again?

Why was it hurting him then now that it happened?

And then she smiles. Slightly. Faintly.

“I’m sorry I’ve made you feel so upset you felt the need to snap” she apologizes softly, before bravely looking at him, “But I’m not sorry for staying by your side! Enjoy your peace and quiet because tomorrow it’ll be gone, I’ll cling to you one again! And you’ll deal with it!”

“Wha—”

She crosses her arms, defiantly, “I know you. Better than you believe. And you know that. So if you feel upset and you wanna take it out on me, bring it on! I can take it! But don’t you dare think that means I’m leaving! I’m staying!”

The pain in his chest alleviates, yet his breath is taken away.

Ara stares at him defiantly once more, before turning around and leaving his room. Not before reminding him she’ll be back tomorrow.

And then Satoru lets himself fall back on his bed.

What the hell was that?

He had screamed at her. Insulted her even, to her face, even worse. And she brushed it off. She saw right through his self-destructive mechanism, the one he had built as a child when he discovered he was meant to be alone in this world before he had met or heard of her.

What the hell was that?

He didn’t understand her. Not at all.

Worst of all, why did he feel so glad? Why had it scared him so much when he tried to push her away, as he had done to many before? Why did he feel such relief when she refused to leave him?

He must be going mad. That must be it.

But when she came to his door the next day so they could walk to class together, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling with relief when she wasn’t looking. Nor the swell in his chest as she clung to his arm.

He must definitely be mad.

It was supposed to be easy. Suguru, Satoru and Ara were the strongest. It was supposed to be easy babysitting duty for the three of them. They even had had the time to enjoy the beauty in Okinawa before heading back to the safety of their school.

How had it come to this?

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

Toji Fushiguro smirks as he sees the bleeding dark haired beauty stand with defiance in front of Gojo Satoru’s corpse.

He found it amusing. He was sure he had killed her, yet she stood. All for the boy he had already defeated. It was a waste of time, but considering he respected fighters like her he decided to amuse her.

Even with her time manipulation technique, Ara wasn’t fast enough. Maybe if she had listened to her clan, as ruthless as they had been, she would’ve been able. Maybe she could’ve been stronger. Yet she refused to fall. She couldn’t, not when she could feel Satoru slipping away. Not when her heart was screaming in agony.

So even if every part of her body hurt, and every piece of her skin bled, she remained standing. She had to give Suguru and Amanai time. She had to help Satoru.

It wasn’t a choice. She just had to.

And then the weapon pierces through her heart, and she felt her own time slipping.

Oh, how ironic. The one whose technique controls time had run out of it. It was truly a funny cruel joke from the fates.

“You have guts, kiddo” Toji praises, “You even made me bleed. Kinda sad for it to end here, but time is money”

A cough leaves her body, blood splattering out as if she was drowning on it. It felt like it honestly. Her breathing was getting harder by the second, her chest was being clench painfully as neither heart nor lungs got enough space to function properly.

“S… Sa… ‘Toru” she croaks, softly, blood being spit out, “…’Toru…”

Tears fall down her face as her eyes lose the glimmering gem color, becoming a dark bloody red instead. Her power succumbing to her wounds, as does her body.

She was running out of time.

“Finally up from your nap?”

Ruby glistening eyes, brighter than lava, open with a big intake of breath. Her body felt numb, yet tingly.

She felt so powerful.

“Feels like we’ve been reborn, right?” Satoru’s soothing raspy voice says, “Funny we discovered the peak of our powers on the brink of death”

“Hilarious” she responds, voice alluring like a siren’s call.

She raises a hand to her face, the light from the sunset creating a halo around it she can see from where she lays. It’s… beautiful.

Another hand comes into view, waiting for her to take it. And she does.

Once on her feet everything feels like a dream. The colors are brighter, the sounds can be felt, and the smell taste. Was this what becoming a god felt like?

Everything after was a blur.

Toji Fushiguru was dead. So was Amanai. They had failed.

Nothing would ever be the same after.

Gojo Satoru became the strongest. He took mission after mission, alone. Nothing and nobody could touch him. He was an unstoppable force. He had become the god.

Yukimura Ara became his ally. She never smiled again, the light from her alluring eyes extinguished. She was a weapon, blood thirsty and fearful. She had become the goddess.

Geto Suguru had been left behind, silently and unknowingly. His power closed off securely, afraid of another failure as doubts clouded his moral. He became the wild card.

And Shoko had to watch as everything she once loved fell apart. Keeping her distance. Haying herself for seeing the pain her three friend were suffering and not being able to help. She became the bystander.

The once found family of four had divided. Even when their hearts longed to be with the others, their bodies and minds kept them apart.

And then Haibara died.

“What are… what are you saying?”

She had just come back from a special grade curse mission. She had a bag full of sweets for Gojo, Shoko’s favorite cigarettes, and a new book for Suguru from his favorite author.

This wasn’t what she expected to come home to.

“Geto Suguru has killed 112 non-sorcerers while on a mission. He has been named a cursed user and sentenced to—”

“LIES!”

The bag falls from her strong grip and the windows nears her break due to the increased in her cursed technique. Yaga sighs with remorse. There was no way to soothes the pain, nor the guilt that would come.

He knew it better than them. He was his student after all.

“Where’s Satoru? Shoko?” She screams, “I need to know what the hell is going up!”

“Yukimura”

“NO!”

She doesn’t waste another second, letting her curse technique guide her to Satoru.

She should’ve seen this coming. She had the third eye, she could glimpse into the future and the past, now more than ever after Toji Fushiguru. Why hadn’t she seen this coming? Why hadn’t she stopped it?

It had to be a lie. It had to be.

But it wasn’t.

Standing behind Gojo as he and Geto face each other in front of a KFC, Shoko a few meters behind her, Ara was hit by the cruel cold true.

Geto Suguru had become a cursed user.

“DON’T DO THIS”

Geto stops in his tracks, Satoru freezes in his struggle to kill his best friend, Shoko’s indifferent mask falls.

Tears are falling down her cheeks from her ruby eyes.

None of them had ever seen her cry before.

“PLEASE… please” she chokes back a sob, “Suguru… don’t do this… don’t go…”

“You were the last person I wanted to hurt, Ara” he states, his back facing her, “I’m sorry it has to be this way”

“NO”

Satoru stops her from running after him as he disappears from view, camouflaged by the many bystanders.

She feels her chest burn with fury, with hatred. She was being left behind, he was turning her back on her. Just like all her family had. Once again she felt like she meant nothing without her curse technique, as her blood had always reminded her.

She hated Geto Suguru.

She hated him for leaving them, leaving her, all behind. He hated her for making her feel easy to abandon, easy to detach from. He hated her for making her feel alone.

She hated him cause he was the only one that truly knew the abuse she had suffered from her family. The dark room she was locked in all her childhood. The blood that drowned her, the scars on her back. The mental wounds that’d never heal.

She wouldn’t forgive him.

Geto Suguru had destroyed the only real home she had ever had.

But, most of all, she hated herself. Ara hated how useless he truly was, never able to save what truly mattered.

The night Suguru left was a cold and lonely one. The stars didn’t shine as bright and the silence felt suffocating.

At least that’s what Ara thought when she went to join Satoru in his solitude. Sitting quietly beside him, letting him mourn what they all lost while letting him know she was still here.

“I’m okay” he whispered.

Voice broken, low, and raspy. I can’t breathe, it whispered silently.

“I know” she whispered back.

Voice dull, hopeless, and soft. I’ll be your oxygen, it meant.

She saw his shoulders fall, with relief. As if her sole presence gave him peace of mind. As if her being here is what kept him alive.

“I don’t need you” Don’t go.

“You never have” I’ll never leave.

He sighs. A deep, full with grief, sigh.

“Read the room. I’m fine, just needed some air” My heart is breaking, promise you’ll stay.

“Don’t know what you mean, I’m stargazing” I’ll pick up every piece, I promise.

Satoru turns to look at her. Crystal glimmering blue eyes staring straight at her ruby shining red ones. Two bare souls being viewed by the other, a thing they’d only ever allowed from now on the other to see.

“You’re annoying” I love you.

“You have no idea” So do I. I always have.

Maybe Ara had always been what he needed. He tried to scare her away, showed her the door every time, and yet she loved him and stayed anyway. Never judged him when he was unable, loved him through all his unstableness.

He had never done anything to truly deserve her. Bu he was thankful to whatever god or deity above graced him with her.

He may be broken in pieces, maybe always had been, but she has always been his constant; his peace of mind. And with every toxic memory, she had been his rock; and he knew she’d continue to be.

This time he’ll appreciate her properly.

She deserved the world, and he’ll be the one to give it to her. That’s an oath.

For now, though, they’d stargaze together as they both mourn all they have lost. Nothing would ever be the same from now on, but whatever came they’d face it together. As they always have.

Two cursed souls meant to walk a lonely and cruel path. The world truly was cruel.

But… as they felt the presence of the other near, they could also say that it had beauty in it. Beauty worth fighting for.

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river-in-the-woods · 3 days

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i have a similar situation - i'm struggling to make my own correspondences, and i'm trying to draw from my pagan practices as well as my ancestral asian practice. i'm having a bit of difficulty with systematically going through a small dictionary, but maybe this can provide some ideas (and of course, if you have any critiques, i'm totally open to that as well!)

I usually just pick up any reference book and choose whatever I like the sound of and can get my hands on. I have a copy of The Encyclopedia of Natural Magic by J.M. Greer which I use a lot because it has minimal tangential waffle and is neatly laid out. I like Llewellyn's Charms, Spells and Formulas for the same reason.

For culturally relevant things, I like chinasage which has a symbol index of various flora and fauna. I'm not aware of similar resources for other parts of East Asia, apologies.

While I do think that different materials are endowed with particular virtues, I also think this is another area of magic where people get a little obsessed with categorisation.

It's not like Pokemon where lavender has +10 sleep magic points and chamomile has +12, or roses are exclusively for love and attraction and black pepper is only for cursing and banishing, and so on... It's a little more like cooking where there are many possibilities of creating a satisfying meal and yet it still depends on the individual tastes of who's partaking in it.

Cypress, yew and asphodel are strongly associated with the underworld; mugwort and wormwood are associated with night-time and dreams, but these plants will still die without the light of day. Sunflowers and oranges are very solar, but they still have roots that reach into the earth to anchor them. Chilli peppers are incredibly fiery, but they still die without water. Yarrow is for youth, love and beauty, except when you're allergic to it.

Every herb is a herb for protection, and wealth, and attraction, and fertility, and banishing – and so on, because every plant has its own strategy to survive, thrive and proliferate.

(And that's just plants, not even touching on the properties of minerals, animals, elements, colours and so on.)

They do have their specialisations, yes, and I wouldn't use mint to call on the element of fire, nor would I use coffee beans in a sleep spell... What I'm trying to say is: they're all multi-faceted, so set aside the reference books now and then, and just observe and make connections intuitively.

Reference books might tell you that basil or cinnamon or citrus (or whatever) have wealth-drawing properties.

But grass, plain old common grass, completely dominates the greenery of the earth. Crops like rice, wheat, barley and corn are staple foods that support the world's population. And dandelions, with their solar and ouranic qualities and how quickly they proliferate across an open field, are oft overlooked.

These never get listed in books, yet their literal and symbolic powers are undeniable.

Put these – grass seeds, rice grains and dandelion seeds – into a wealth working with a simple prayer. "Bless me with as much wealth as there are blades of grass on this earth, as there are grains of rice that sustain humanity, as there are dandelion seeds that fill the air in spring."

Correspondences are only part of what makes magic work. There's also your own ability and experience, the spirits you call and the relationship you have with them... I strongly favour the relationship part because reference books become less and less important, when you can just ask and the spirits will tell you what to use. Or even better when you don't have to do a spell at all, because you have spirits to take care of it in exchange for some cake.

It took me a long time to open myself up to receiving that kind of inspiration, but... honestly, don't overthink it. You know a lot of correspondences already because you interact with the world every day.

Good luck 🌿

#witchcraft #correspondences #greencraft #resources #inbox #anonymous #spellcraft #spellwork

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sealedterror · 2 days

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Stellaron Hunters and Astral Express Parallels

So, I've noticed that the Stellaron Hunters are basically a darker, murdery, and morally grey parallel version of the more heroic Astral Express, with every member mirroring another from the other group. Two sides of the same coin, if you will. First thing I'd like to point out, both factions don't really follow any current aeon. They "follow" (very loose term here) the missing-in action Akivili and the "Destiny" that Elio forsees. Both factions also are deeply involved with Stellarons(we encounter a stellaron on every planet, the Stellaron Hunters hunt them. Obviously) Here's some similarities I've thought of between the members and some theories based off each other: !!SPOILERS AHEAD!!

Dan Heng and Blade:

Both from Xianzhou,

Immortal in some way(Blade's self-regenerating and Dan Heng's reincarnations)

Same gender

Dan heng's five star form enhances his basic attack, like Blade, who I BET was ALSO a four star before the mara and Jing Liu incident

Similar age? Don't really know exact timeline between them

Both feature flowers in their gameplay(lotus flowers and spider lilies)

Himeko and Kafka:

Both intelligent women

The pseudo-moms of their faction.

I might be pulling out of my ass here, but I'd like to point out that both of them use both a ranged weapon(Himeko's laser and Kafka's gun) and also a melee weapon(Kafka's katana and Himeko's grator).

Since they are each others parallel, I'd like to make the assumption that since Himeko was the first one to join the Astral Express, that Kafka was the first one to join Elio. It just fits with the known info we have and clears up any ambiguity, but you don't have to strictly adhere by it lol.

Pom Pom and Elio

"Animals" yeah right

The being who leads their group in the direction wanted(conducter, scriptwriter, best destiny, best path to blaze)

You assume they are the cute mascot at first, but then there is something...exceptional about them, that you can't quite pin down.

Both are sentient and can presumably talk(Elio might just write to communicate, how would that work though? Toe beans? Meow to text? Lmao)

Wait....with synestheia beacons that's actually very possible. Oh god

March 7th and Silver Wolf(HEAR ME OUT)

The trendy, youthful girl of the group

....Use of technology?

yeah i got nothing BUTBUTBUT

March 7th's mysterious pasttttt. Like, the similarities between Danheng and Blade weren't revealed until his five star form was revealed and I'm making the theory that when March 7th's mysterious past is revealed, the similarities between her and Silver Wolf will appear!!!!

So Silver Wolf is from Punklord, is extremely accomplished and powerful, chaotic neutral with a sense of wanderlust. I don't know much about her(don't have her character/character story) so I can't say much more, but what I do know seems pretty plausible for March's former self.

It supports my theory that March 7th's five star form will be Nihility. Imbibiter Lunae was Destruction, like Blade. The memokeeper in March's quest said her past would "only bring her pain". How nihilistic is that? Either way, I'm definitely pulling xD

Stelle/Caleus and Firefly/Sam(the best for last ;)

So this is the one that really cemented this theory into my mind. So far, you might have noticed that every member's mirror image is the same gender(with the exception of Catlio and PomPom, I'll talk about it in the comments). But Trailblazer has TWO genders/personas. You know who ALSO has two genders/personas?FIREFLY/SAMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some theory and more similarities between them

They both are the explosive power powerhouse of their group(Stellaron and Sam's firepower)

Both pretty smart(dubious) and funny(hilarious, the both of them)

They both eat questionable things...Trailblazer's trash consumables and Firefly's woodchip Oak Cake(seriously, read the description, do they have iron stomachs or something??)

...So they might have iron stomachs.

Both were presumably artificially made. We know Firefly/Sam is(born to fight in a war) and the Trailblazer is a vessel of a Stellaron. There has to be some funky, wonky, genetic/biological makeup for that.

Welt Yang and no one lmao

Lonely ass old man, no ship?(making the no bitches face)

Anyway, I presume he doesn't have any parallel bc he's from another universe. I don't know much cause I haven't played Honkai Impact. Something about a comic and "herscherr"? Idrk but. I suppose Luocha could join the Stellaron Hunters. That would be crazy as hell and if it happens I CALLED IT, but it probably won't. Probably.

There is also the theory Sunday joined the Stellaron Hunters. It's honestly really interesting and if that's true.....Welt Yang and Sunday don't have any similarities so that's tossed out the window. So, that only leaves the possibilty that we will have a mirrored someone of Sunday joining the Astral Express in the future. That would be INSANE but fun as hell like, can you imagine?

So this concludes my rant, are you convinced yet ;)? It's really interesting that the two factions mirror each other so deeply. I am getting the message that, whatever our fates are, they are deeply intertwined.

Thanks a bunch for reading this far and please, let me know what you think! May the Trailblaze be with you....or something lol

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🫂 Solomon x Fem! Parent! Reader || It's Going To Be Just Fine, I'm Not Going Anywhere Pt2 🫂

Word Count: 3, 180 words

Scenario: Solomon spends the night holding you in the only way he knows to really comfort you in the situation between you and that ex husband of yours.

Includes: possessive Solomon undertones??

Thank you for commissioning me and being so patient with me and your story! I hope you enjoy it and I want you to know how powerful you are mama! Keep fighting, you got this! ✨

As much as you didn't want to, you just couldn't seem to hold back the tears.

It hurts, so, so much and all you can do is be angry… frustrated and annoyed.

Oh course he lied, that's all he ever seems to do damned bastard but you being upset doesn't seem to change anything.. to change the fact even though you were so highly upset. The court had even been dumb enough to listen to him as many did in cases like these when it came to a man's word over a woman's when kids were involved.

You didn't know why it was set up that way but you did know that the feeling in your chest was strangely similar to actually being torn apart from the inside out.

You had spent so much time creating that child; your beautiful and loving son and you couldn't even begin to explain how the whole situation now felt like a part of you was forcefully being ripped away from you.

You didn't want to always put it on Solomon; to always have a reason to break down but of course Solomon never regretted being at your side.

Even now; so sob into his chest and Solomon breathes carefully through his nose and back out.

He's so incredibly pissed off.

He hates seeing you like this; seeing you go through such a rough time because of some failure of a man and Solomon was convinced he had enough reasons to actually put your husband down like the dog he is. He tries not to because he knows you still care, at least to an extent and though he's a powerful sorcerer Solomon has been refraining from actually hurting that man unless you gave him the okay.

That doesn't mean he hasn't been doing things though. At times going off and looking into crystal balls, analyzing and picking at the situation in ways to see what exactly could he do and oh was there so many things.

Though hurting him… horribly is on the list, Solomon takes his time with these things. He takes his time with these things; sending over spirits to torment that man in every which way as well as keeping an eye on your baby and it's a long process but Solomon is a very patient man and he's willing to watch your ex husband for as long as he needed to if it meant keeping your child out of harm's way because… Solomon was now his father as well.. and to be honest, that made him even more protective over you and your son.

He's upset about this situation just as much as you are.

It's not fair.

It's a thought that's come to his mind many times before and I'm his lifetime Solomon has learn that realistically many things weren't fair but that's exactly why he had taken this path, exactly why he was who he was because Solomon was a deeply passionate man.

He rubs your back as the two of you sit in bed, the blankets tossed down to make more room and you had woke up so upset that the windows hadn't even been drawn but something about that was fine because the way that Solomon held you while rubbing soothing circles in your back while you helplessly hiccuped made you feel young again. As if you yourself was a child in need of support and attention and care and Solomon was more than happy to give it to you. To give you anything and everything. He's warm, so warm as you grip his shoulders and nuzzle your head a bit closer and you a choked sob falls from your pretty lips. Solomon enjoys the closeness, the warmth and the arms around you managed to pull you even closer so he could nuzzle you back.

Why is this so hard?

It's something that's been on Solomon's mind. It's another reason why he'd simply prefer getting rid of this ex of yours but you were already going through so much.

He hums, it's a low sound that rumbles in his chest and his shirt is wet with her tears but because it's her he doesn't mind, not at all, not ever.

“I'm sorry..” he says in a careful whisper as he continues to hold you, holding you ever closer, hands gripping a bit at your shirt.

He feels like it's his responsibility. As if that he's not doing enough to help and it's slowly but surely tearing him apart and digging at him. All he wants to do is see you happy, to see him happy.. your son… and Solomon felt that ever since he watched you come down that isle and stand before him in that brilliant and lovely gown dress to say yes to spending the rest of your life with him that he was meant to protect you two.

He just wants it all to stop sometimes, just for this to be peaceful and not have to worry about these things but for now this was their situation and though it drove Solomon mad; he was going to go through it with you, by your side. Just as he had promised to do so.

His voice makes you let out a shaky breath, face lightly lifting from his chest the brush you cheek against his shoulder and simply rest against him for that moment. It makes you feel bad, as if maybe… this whole situation could possibly drive Solomon off? You couldn't quite explain it yet but it was a thought that had settled snugly in your gut months ago, possibly ever before you knew anything about Solomon but still… he was here so you were also very grateful. Your voice is wrecked and your face is all red and wet.

He clutches you even tighter, hugging you like you'd vanish and disappear right before him if he didn't.

“All I ever thrive to do is take care of the two of you.” He breathes, taking in your scent and tracing your skin. You pull back, breathing shakily and he looks at you with eyes that are so soft and amiable.

“I… hate seeing you so upset my love…” he admits, a soft smile playing one his lips only moments after as his hands slowly move; running up from your back and instead moving to carefully cup your cheeks, those cheeks that he loved kissing so much and of course that's what he leans in to do first. Taking the time to slowly move in and start by swiping his thumbs slowly under your eyes, catching those tears and cleaning that beautiful face of yours even though his actions on seem to make you heart ache a bit more. It's really not a big deal, no matter how many times you cry he wants to be able to catch those tears. To wipe them away, kiss them, love on you in every possible way until you didn't hurt as much.

You slowly move your own hands now, trailing them up his arms carefully until your palms cupped his own, holding his his as he held your cheeks.

“I.. love you so much.” You say softly, sweetly as you gently rub his wrists and knuckles and then move to kiss the inside of his hand. Your lips are warm and Solomon watches the scene was baited breath. He didn't even realize he was blushing.

“Please… don't beat yourself up about it…” you whimper softly right after and Solomon halfheartedly scoffs at those words because he knows you're saying them because you hate that ex of yours so much…

“I love you too… I've always loved you.” He says back, and honestly Solomon has never felt like he'd be so in love that before that he'd be this investive. When he had been younger he had a few interactions here and there that could have possibly been something but when he crossed your path he specifically remembers carefully glancing at you before stopping and calling out to you. Solomon had been so charming, introducing himself and then asking you about yourself, curious to know anything and everything all of the sudden and he had ever surprised himself back then but as he held you now and looked you in your eyes here and now he knew that no matter what happened he'd never regret coming to you and deciding to fall in love with you.

“I'm supposed to care so I will and I do.” He says firmly and it makes you shake just hearing how much he means those words.

Solomon never seemed to be the type to hold his tongue on these kinds of things.

His words make you sob harder, your hands gripping him and squeezing him closer and Solomon doesn't argue at all.

He holds you for a while longer and honestly Solomon was willing to hold you all throughout the night if he had to, all throughout eternity if you allowed him to. He could start now right? Of course he could, anything to make you feel just a bit better. With a soft sigh he looks at you again.

“I know it most likely won't stop the pain my dear but how about we take a moment to breathe?” He says with that soothing voice of his and you shakily sniffle against him as he continues to gently rub and wipe your tears away. “Let's take a moment to calm down and ease our nevers, and then… we can talk about it some more after you've calmed down a bit. Its… difficult to focus when you are stressed..” He continues to speak and though it hurts so much you can't help but find the idea one to look into. You didn't even particularly care about what you and Solomon did as long as it eased the pressure in your heart even just by the tiniest bit. He looks at you expectantly.

“I'll help you.”

He says it so carefully and sweetly as if he's talking to a small rabbit and trying not to accidentally scare you away but you manage to crack the smallest of smiles even through your tears.

“Okay.”

You agreed and at that Solomon hums lightly in approval before gently pulling you out his lap so that he could be able to get up out the bed instead. Once standing you see what he's wearing, something loose and comfortable as he doesn't enjoy sleeping in anything too fitted. Solomon moves to walk around the bed as you sniffle and move to follow his movements up until he's now standing on your side of the bed where he then holds out a hand to you, offering it so you could take hold of it and the way his eyes look at you it's enough to make you breathe a sigh of temporary relief. The look in his eyes are always so honest, as if Solomon had nothing to hide and it's hard not to acknowledge it especially considering how many people seemed to have so many things about the sorcerer himself. Solomon was like one of those animals that you had to spend time with before he opened up, a lot of time, and your ex has fucked with your mind long enough…

You needed this.

And so you reach out with a smooth palm and take his hand in your own and he's as warm as he usually is but you’d never get tired of feeling his skin against your own. You smile weakly at him and Solomon returns the smile though his is just a bit bigger as he slowly pulls you from the bed and you don't argue and fight with him, climbing forward before eventually planting your feet on the floor and standing up with him.

Solomon hugs you close when you actually get to your feet, wrapping his arms around you to giving you a big bear hug and really the fact that Solomon was such a sweetie like this was the exact reason you had managed to fall in love with him in the first place. The exact reason why when you had officially started a relationship with him you wanted to actually be free from your shitty ex so you could live like a happy family like you had always wanted and dreamt of doing. A family where you and your son could both feel as loved as physically, mentally and spiritually possible…and Solomon had shown up like a gift sent from the gods themselves and spun your world right on its head. He was so wonderful, so perfect, it was something you realized in those little moments where it had just been the two of you. Moments like participating in after school activities together, talking about spirits and the unknown…moments where you two say together and spent hours talking about the future and what was to come of it.

You loved Solomon, and for quite a while now.

You let out a little laugh as he takes your hand and his and leads the two of you to the bathroom that was just feet aside, switching on the light and eagerly taking your cheeks once more and placing kisses on each one.

The plan being for you to bathe with him now, to get cleaned up... Freshened up. Maybe even eat something right after that before cuddling the night away?

The second definitely sounded more pleasing. And it seems like both of you agree on it. To help the other feel extra cared for and loved for tonight.

The bath feels far greater than you thought it would. You don't know if Solomon used some sort of magic that made it feel like each and every ache were nothing but tickles along your skin but you loved it nonetheless. The hitched breaths and gentle whispers led to his lips running over your skin, hands helping bathe your body.. the body that he loved no matter what it looked like. He can't care less, never cared to begin with and Solomon could admit that at times when he looked at you all he could think about was just how inappropriate his thoughts could get sometimes.

He loves you far too much.

He even wonders how you'd feel having another baby at times.. but immediately after the thought formed his brows furrowed in irritation as that ex husband of yours came back. He really wonders what you'd do and or think if he brought up those thoughts out of everything else but instead… he runs his lips along your shoulders and caresses you. Massaging you while soap bubbles of all sorts form over your skin.

He just wants to be with you and your son… and he doesn't exactly mean to but out of slight frustration he grunts and it catches your attention, making you perk.

“W-What’s wrong?” You'd ask, hands moving to gently trail along his own and Solomon sighs.

“You know what's wrong… he's annoying. Infuriating.. I just don't understand sometimes why others have to be so stubborn about these things…” He actually explains and you don't mean to but you manage to huff out a laugh. As serious as the conversation was and could get, knowing that Solomon cared so much about his own future with you and your son was enough to make you feel like you were melting against him as the water ran over the both of you.

“Are you pouting, my dear?” You ask softly as he presses kisses to your skin and Solomon huffs this time and you grin feeling the pout form on his lips.

“And if I am?” He responds and oh you really do love him more than you can even bother to describe sometimes. More than the earth and moon in the sky and so many times you find yourself wondering where you'd be without this precious man in your life.

When the shower is over you smile at him with soft eyes, the warm water having made you just a bit drowsy and after everything all you wanted to do now was go to bed. Hold Solomon against you; cling to him like some sort of needy koala perhaps and whisper the most gentle and tender things to each other before falling asleep in each other's arms as if the other was worried their partner would just vanish from their hold if they didn't. He has similar thoughts, a little grin on his lips as his hair seems to stick to his naked skin, water droplets running down his frame and he dries off with you. Helps you clean up the bathroom before drying off together and getting dressed in comfy clothes before heading out the bedroom this time to head down to the kitchen and get something nice and filling. It's a calming experience; being so warm and you actually found yourself being more drowsy then you had thought you'd be after that shower.

It's noticable; you nearly dozed off eating your meal and Solomon chuckled warm heartedly because how is he not supposed to find you so cute?

He takes his time helping you because yes you may be sleepy but Solomon is a persistent partner, one who wants to actually make sure you're fully and completely satisfied in everything that the two of you did together. When you are finished with what you eat the two of you take the time to clean up a bit here as well. Talking to each other and simply being in each other's presence and once done turning off the lights to head back to the bedroom and oh are you ready for it. You both are.

The second you both seem to get all comfy under the layers of warm blankets and comfort items Solomon doesn't seem to waste any time before carefully wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in so close that there's not an inch of space between the two of you. His touches continue here, gentle running his palms over your arms, your stomach, your hips until you can't help but get lost in touch and the touches. Your eyes rolling and then fluttering, a weak attempt at fighting the urge to just completely doze off here and as expected you many to lose the battle. Though, not without whispering how much you loved him in the quiet darkness of your room and Solomon resist chuckling when he feels your breath grow deeper signifying the fact that did lose the battle between staying awake and sleep.

You're so cute.

Solomon hums lightly before letting his own eyes flutter shut; hugging you and breathing in your scent.

Dealing with your ex husband was definitely a pain in the ass… but Solomon knows just how strong you are. How brave and intelligent you are… and though he's here to help and support you the whole way along this path he knows just how powerful you are and he wants you to know the same.

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deadnatura11 · 10 hours

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Remembering that post that said Tommy was interested in Eddie first and it got me thinking -

What if Eddie tries talking to Tommy about being attracted to men because a) he's his friend and b) he's someone outside the 118. So it's easier.

However, because he's tiptoeing around the point, Tommy misunderstands his interest in men to he interest in him, specifically.

Instead of telling Eddie he's flattered, he leans forward and catches Eddie off guard with a kiss.

A kiss Eddie immediately breaks because - because that's Buck's boyfriend why would Buck's boyfriend be kissing him.

"It's okay," Tommy says. "We're keeping things casual."

Eddie accepts it but he doesn't believe it. Worse, he feels awful being around Buck, hearing Buck talk about Tommy, knowing that he's been kissed by the other man. So he distances himself from Buck.

And it works. Until Buck corners him.

Buck digs, and he digs, and he digs, until finally he hits jackpot and Eddie admits what happened with all the speed power and intensity of a gushing oil well.

"I don't even know why I was being so weird about it," he says. "You two are seeing each other casually."

"We aren't."

Oof.

Buck leaves to confront Tommy, and Eddie can't help but feel that he ruins every good thing he comes across causing him to wallow and spiral further - compounded by the fact Buck now begins avoiding him!

He is at his lowest.

That's when he comes across Tommy at a bar and Tommy flirts with him again, confessing how he was interested in Eddie until he got the feeling Eddie wasn't interested. He says that they make more sense anyway. Eddie is disgusted. "How can you be talking about Buck so caustically?" "He's a cute kid, a good kisser. But we never seemed to click."

That pisses Eddie off so much that he slips into a tirade about how great Buck is, which leaves Tommy wide eyed, saying, sarcastically, "Sounds like if anyone should be with Buck, it's you."

Which... makes sense. To Eddie. He has an epiphany. All this time spent searching for someone, some woman, to fill the 'hole' in his life, and he already has it. With Buck.

He leaves and drives straight over to Buck's.

Luckily Buck answers the door, grateful to see Eddie, because he wanted to speak with him, too.

Eddie’s grateful - how perfect they both come to this realization, they both understand how important the other is in their lives and never wants to lose it. Like an ending ripped straight from his favorite telenovela.

And Buck starts by saying how stupid it was to be mad at Eddie for something he didn't do, that it was Tommy's fault and he's the one he should be mad at. That Eddie is a great friend and he'd never want to ruin their friendship over something stupid like a guy.

Eddie laughs, a little manically. "There'll be other guys. Better guys. Better than Tommy."

"Maybe," Buck shrugs. "But if there is a person out there for me I... I think I'm gonna have to make them wait."

"What?"

Buck is taking a break from dating to figure out who he is outside of a relationship. Realizes that he jumped into dating Tommy all too quickly after Natalia dumped him, and is going to focus on himself for a while. "We can still hang out though." Buck promises. "And the less dates I'm on means the more time we get to hang out together."

It's hell. It's torture. But it's Buck, so Eddie forces himself to look happy with Buck's decision and support him.

There'll be time, he thinks, hugging Buck. And when Buck is ready, maybe Eddie will feel like the kind of man who deserves a chance of love with Buck (he already is, of course, he just needs to realize it).

#9-1-1 on abc #911 abc #911 on abc #eddie diaz #evan 'buck' buckley #buddie #buck x eddie #i know we JUST had a cheating storyline but come on the DRAMA of this idea y'all #there's a perfect set up from 7x04

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tifa1991 · 2 days

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Hello everyone.

I am a little nervous this is my First time writing something spicy and nsfw. I Hope you still Like it.

His other half

You didn't come from Japan and met Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto and Shoko Leiri during your exchange year when you were about 16. After the year ended, you didn't visit Jujutsu high again until 5 years later because the Higherups had forbidden you from returning until you had finished your own training...and they would have also feared that Suguru would try to get you on his side.

You came back when you were . Even though you never completely lost contact with Gojo, you had the most contact with Shoko, but it only took a few weeks until you and Satoru got to know each other again and it quickly became clear that the crush you had had as teenagers had grown into love. Since then, you tried every year for a few months to get the Higherups to transfer you to Japan "for work".

Now at 27, you and Satoru Gojo had a very special relationship. It was clear to everyone, including you, that you two loved each other, but Satoru refused to have a relationship with you.

He was too worried that something might happen to you if the wrong people found out that you were his biggest weakness. In your opinion, that's total nonsense, because who would be stupid enough to do something to someone who's more than just close friends with the strongest?

You followed Gojo and Yuta towards the Jujutsu High training grounds and into the armory. The weather was sunny and pleasantly warm in your short white dress. While Gojo was explaining something to young Yuta about how he should transfer Rika's curse power into the sword, you discovered a box with daggers and athames that caught your attention. You opened it and leaned forward to take a closer look at an athame. Gojo's gaze wandered briefly over to you and your now much too short dress, which didn't leave much to the imagination. He cleared his throat and turned back to Yuta. "Why don't you just take this sword here and go ahead to the training field to the others?" "But Sensei, I..."

"No buts," Satoru patted Yuta on the shoulder while turning him towards the door. "I'll be with you in five-" he looked at you again as you leaned over the box again, "ten minutes at the latest. Come on, go, hush hush" and practically pushed Yuta out of the armory and closed the door.

Satoru took one of the swords and placed it under the door handle so that the door could no longer be opened from the outside before he went over to you.

You were too busy looking at the decorations on the weapons to hear the whole conversation between Gojo and Yuta and only noticed in passing how the white-haired man threw the newcomer out of the armory.

When you felt Satoru approaching, you stood up again from the box with a new weapon in your hand. "Do you think it was smart to give him a sword right away? Maki will finish him off." You bent down to the box once more and only got a smirk in response, one that sounded far too suspicious.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and you got goosebumps when you felt Gojo's body close to yours. "Gojo? - huh..." his arms hugged your waist and he leaned over you slightly so that you could feel his breath on your neck.

"It's rare that you wear those short dresses without a pair of short leggings," he breathed. "It's warm and you said I won't have to train with you."

"Right, right," he grinned, his right hand already pushing your dress up a little higher and stroking your leg while his left arm supported you in your bent-over position. "But you know, bent over like that...you don't really leave me much to the imagination." He started to kiss your neck.

"Satoru...is it that time again, eh?" You rolled your eyes in amusement and sucked in air as you received a hard slap on your ass. "What was that for?"

He hummed against your neck and bit you gently while his left hand grabbed your breast. "For rolling your eyes," you felt his hard cock pressing against you in his pants. "What exactly is this supposed to be? Your students are practically next door" he straightened up again and you did the same but at the same moment he pushed you down again with his left hand while his right pulled up your dress and showed your half naked ass. "Don't tell me you don't want this. You always wore these skimpy frilly panties when you wanted something...special from me".

"That's not true, how would you know?"

"You almost always wear them when we fuck" You stayed quiet, your cheeks a cute shade of pink. "Awww look at you so adorable when you get all pink" He kissed your cheek. "Gosh...look at you Sweetheart" He examined your ass while he massaged your buttcheeks "Gonna Take me in so well even though it's been a while don't you?" And you couldn't help but moan as he pressed his thumb against the fabric of your panties against your walls from behind. His grin grew wider as he pressed his thumb against you in circular motions, using his middle finger to do the same. "Look at you, all wet for me already" He smirked licking His Fingers before He pulled your panties down. "Taste so good I need more I gotta prep you a little more cause missed your sweet taste so much" He turned you around to face him before He Kissed you with hunger and lust, your nipples growing harder with every touch of his large hands "Just a light bra today matching with your panties?" He chuckles "still trying to convince me you didn't planned this?" He says pulling your dress and bra down so your tits bounced out.

Satoru's eyes widened under his bandages at the sight and his cock grew even harder and bigger as he massaged your breasts. His tongue played with your right nipple while his left hand pinched your other one. You couldn't help but moan, you could feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter and your pelvis arching against his hard bulge. Of course, your excitement did not go unnoticed by him and he touched you more roughly and his right hand grazed your clit. First He was teasing your clit a little - Torture already at this Point for you, but then He slid His Long Index Finger between your folds Up and down your slit before he went back to your clit. "Sweetheart you're excited aren't you" with these Words he sunk His middlefinger and Index Finger into your dripping cunt and you moaned out loudly.

He was quick and deep inside you, making you arch your back. Hitting your sweet spot with his long fingers just right as he knew you too well. It wasn't the first time you two fucked and not the second time either...aß Said...your relationship was complecated but you Go with it...

Your breathing became heavier and faster, your moans came in shorter and louder intervals. "Don't cum yet...I need to taste you Sweetheart" "Are you kidding me?!" you complained, your body already screaming for release. Hearing your pleading voice gave him a kick and he removed his fingers from you, moaning and licking every drop of your juice from his fingers. He positioned himself on his knees between your legs and spread them further apart. "Gosh I could cum Just by watching your sluty cunt" He Said before sinking his tongue into your slit.

"Fuck" you said, your body shaking with every movement his tongue made. Pushing it into your opening as deep as he could before he let it slide out a little bit only to insert it again at great speed. His tongue wandered over to your clit and sucked on it lustfully, making your head spin. "Fuck you taste so good Sweetheart, your Pussy is sucking my tongue. you're Close aren't you?" he moaned, more a statement than a question and inserted two fingers. "Gojo I'm gonna...?!" He stopped the movements of His tongue the Speed of his Fingers slowed down. "I hate when you call me by my Last Name" you looked so desperatly down to him. "I often call you Gojo and you haven't said anything" "You know that's not what I meant", his fingers stopped now too and you whined. "You know I hate it when you call me by my last name while I am about to fuck you".

"Actually you don't even do that yet" 'pop' "Wrong answer" he licked his fingers and even though you couldn't see his eyes when he looked up at you you knew he was pissed and his look was mischivious.

"I'm...I'm sorry Satoru. Please" your hips pushed forward towards him. He grinned wickedly and inserted two fingers with increasing speed "Come on sweetheart you can do better than that" his breath tickled your pulsating clit and you swore you would lose your mind if he didn't finally make you cum. "I am sorry. I need you. I need you so bad Toru!" He smirked "good girl thats more like it" and then he sank his face into your pussy and sucked and licked it like he would starve otherwise. Your hips moved to the rhythm of his fingers and you moaned. Your back arched and your head fell back. You started to see stars as he gripped your thighs tighter to hold you in place. "I'm cumming toru! I'm gonna...I'm gonna...fuck toru!" and you came, hard on His Fingers which He quickly slid out and replaced with his tongue to drink every drop of your juices.

Your legs were shaking as you came down from your high, Satoru still licking you Up, His hands keeping you steadys before He stood Up to you Kissing your cheek while unzipping His pants. "Are you okay, doll?" You were breathing heavily, your face flushed and slightly sweaty. You didn't answer his cheeky question but instead grabbed his newly released cock, the tip of which was already red and dripping. You started to stroke it while your other hand pulled him closer to you by His Neck. "Turn around" He say but before you could react he had already turned you around and pushed you forward. He smeared his precum on your wet walls to tease you before he thrust forcefully which made you moan, louder than before. "S... Satoru" you yellped while His thrusts got Harder with each movement. "I'm sure we've been in here for more than ten minutes. Your students will get suspicious...ah...oh...ugh..." "I don't care. You were so loud, they heard you all the way to the square anyway." "What?!" He chuckles while He smacked your ass. "I'm only kidding...they probably don't know." Liar.

Gojo's rhythm became sloppy, the pace harder and his breathing heavier, overlapping with moans. "Gosh doll, I told you you gonna Take me so well, you always do y/n ugh...argh" his movements slowed and he pushed his cock hard into you as he creamed your walls white. warm and sticky you could feel His cum inside you. "Fuck Darling...I really needed that" he slid carefully out of you and you turned to him as he pulled a tissue out of his jacket pocket. You raised an eyebrow. "what? gotta make sure my girl is clean up now" "you know that won't do much with how much you let out? and where are my panties anyway?" you asked, pulling your dress up properly while Gojo wiped His cum from your inner thighs and held up your panties before putting them on. "there you Go" He smiled Kissing your cheeks, your Neck, the tip of your nose and softly your lips.

He pampered you with gentle, loving kisses all over your face. You had to smile, but you hated it... you hated how close you were, how much this was an act of love and care... how he showed how much he loved you... only to then " Not want" to be with you... it broke your heart again and again, but Satoru healed it just as quickly each time.

"You didn't cum a secound time right?"

"No".

"Well i guess i should make it Up to you later. How about we get Out for Dinner tonight, eat some Sushi and then i Bring you Home to your Apartment and-..."

"-we will see. Tell the others I'm coming. I'm just going to the bathroom." You held his face in your hands and gave him a gentle kiss too before you left the armory and everything was as before... as if nothing had happened.

#jjk x you #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n

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thetreefairy · 3 days

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Childhood friends go long back

Request by @princeasimdiya12

So for my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Toshinori and a male reader as childhood friends please? the story would focus on them being friends despite being alone for most of their childhood what do you think?

Because they are friends, I'll be calling Toshinori Yagi for most of this fic

male reader Tw: bullying, young Yagi was as reckless as midoriya for real, Reader is quirkless (stays quirkless even when Yagi get's his quirk) this isn't my best work but hope you enjoy it<3

Yagi never understood why people bullied him for his 'quirklessness', hell he didn't even understand it when he gained OFA.

But what he didn't understand was why Reader looked so betrayed when he told him about OFA and his mission to become the symbol of peace.

"...I had hoped you would achieve that quirkless." Reader had admitted to him. "But I am glad you have a way to achieve your goal. Just know, it's still going to be difficult, your body didn't have your whole childhood to get use to a quirk."

"I know." Yagi told Reader with a weak smile. "Maybe I can get Master to recommend you for the support course, you are a great inventor."

"They have a quirk rule even for support courses." Reader smiled at Yagi weakly. "Papa is going to teach me."

"...Wow him being nice?"

"I know right!"

In the end Yagi finally understood the difference between those who are quirkless and not. There is a power imbalance that can never be taken away or made smaller.

It was obvious that Reader had tried to make it seem like there wasn't this wall between the two the more he progressed in his hero training. But there was.

They both started to feel alone, more than they have ever had before.

When they were quirkless they at least had each other, and now?

Reader feels like he has no one, he knows that Yagi is trying. And he appreciates it, but Yagi was slowly forgetting how it was to be quirkless. That truth hit him hard when he saw the scrapbook the two made at the end of their first year of middle school.

It was full with memories, memories of them playing around. Memories of loving themselves and each other despite their quirklessness.

"Come on Reader!" younger Yagi shouted at him. "Or we'll miss the movies!"

"I got you, Yagi." Reader whispered, well he held his friend. "I got you. I'll protect you with everything I have."

"I can't believe they kicked you out!" Yagi shouted annoyed, his body trembling in rage. "It's not like it's your fault for not having a quirk!"

Reader missed Yagi, so much, but he didn't know how to reconnect with him--- not when they are walking such different paths in life.

All he can do is hope, that eventually, they'll walk the same path again.

I had to cut it short since I wanted to publish something at least, but my internship is draining me for real--

#treefairy🧚‍♂️🍁#male reader #x male reader #all might #yagi toshinori #toshinori yagi x reader #x reader #my hero academia #my hero acedamia #my hero acadamy #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero acedamia

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 3 days

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Ello! I was wondering what would happen if S/O had the same personality like the others? For example, They are dating Edge and they have the same personality as him.( Basically, what if they have the same personality as the skeletons) ( All the main bois. plz add Creeper to this) Thank you! Have a good day/ night!

Undertale Sans - You mean what if you bring Papyrus' nightmare to life? Sans didn't know what to think of you at first, but then he discovered the power of doing nothing as a couple for days and now he's in love. You spend so much time on the couch that the couch has now permanently your body form embed in it. Your puns are getting worse and worse, but they're still making you laugh. You watch the worst movies on every streaming platform. You created a pile of socks to make Papyrus enraged. He even offered you a trash tornado when he proposed to you. You two could never live alone ever again.

Undertale Papyrus - He's more than happy! You two are always together, trying to motivate each other to exercise or make evil genius plans that have no chance of success. Sometimes though it can be a little difficult as you're both hiding things from each other and never confess to the other when you're not feeling well to protect the other. This means some days, you're both clearly looking down and still act like everything is fine, which can create some tension. But being very forgiving, it's usually never for long. Papyrus is a great choice.

Underswap Sans - That wouldn't work. You're both terribly stubborn and refuse to let go of an argument before you win. Except none of you want to lose, so the fight lasts forever. Added to that, you're both very independent and so will not spend that much time together as you're always busy doing something. It would end with both of you being super frustrated and arguing again and again, which is not very healthy.

Underswap Papyrus - How are you surviving? It took forever for you two to connect as... Well... You couldn't even meet the other eyes without having a panic attack for a good six months after your first encounter. And after that it's so awkward for so long. It's a surprise to everyone how you ended up together, but that happened. You're both supporting the other in their anxiety, but also feeding it somehow? The funniest part is when something spooks you. If Honey falls unconscious, you fall unconscious, and when Honey wakes up, he falls unconscious again seeing you on the floor, and it can go for a while like that. You're touch starved though, which helps to support your daily life.

Underfell Sans - That would absolutely not work. Despite both having a dark sense of humor, you also both take everything literally and spend your days offending the other lol. It usually ends with both of you screaming and insulting each other, even fighting sometimes. You're going to get on each other's nerves too quickly to enjoy living together. Also, you like motorcycles as well, but there's no way you're touching Red's motorcycle and he's ready to fight you on this lol. That's his baby, find another one!

Underfell Papyrus - If you take the definition of sassy in the dictionary, there are both your faces next to it. You're bitching on everything and everyone together, you're both condescending because you're feeding each other ego so much. You're both know really well how hot you are and live to make everyone jealous around you. Everyone hates you, and you know what? You just don't care at all! You made Edge a hundred times worse, great job!

Horrortale Sans - This is so awkward. You can't understand any of the other reactions and so most of the time, you're both silent. Staring at each other. Not saying anything. It's a mystery why you're still together at this point as you're both encouraging the other to be suspicious of the other. Maybe you're not the right match. Except maybe when you both have zoomies in the woods at the same time. Zoomies are fun.

Horrortale Papyrus - It would work just fine and actually it might be a good thing for Willow. Because you're so aware of the other's flaws, you try to make things better and encourage the other to be better. Willow is finally learning to accept his body after so long, and he's opening up a little more because he feels like he can talk to you. It's really a good thing for both of you.

Swapfell Sans - You get along really well, always looking so ridiculously serious and act like epic villains when you're actually good people. You have a business together, you drink expensive coffee together, you're very careful about what the other is wearing to match clothes... And you're both trying to throw the other so he gets eaten first in case of supernatural danger! The perfect couple.

Swapfell Papyrus - It's the worst possible timeline. Your prank war turned so wrong already and yet none of you gave up yet. You're a menace to everyone around you. Everyone is fleeing around you when you show up together somewhere. Please someone does something and stop you before it's too late.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Oh, it would maybe work for ten seconds and then you would try to kill each other. There can only be one Wine around and Wine will make sure it's him. You're too similar, it's scary and he sees you as a threat to his gigantic ego. Now run.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - You're both hiding in a cave or something, clinging to the other all day. The only thing you're worried about is who is going to move to fetch the food when you're hungry. Because you're both very comfy right now and there's no way in hell you're doing it. That's going to be a long day.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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an-angel-in-the-garden · 1 day

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If you’re familiar with the games and their lore; if not I’ll happily settle with Fem!Siren or Fem!Dragon Reader; could I have some headcanons for Fem!Dovahkiin Reader x Aizen, Dottore, and Pantalone?

So I don't really know about skyrim but I did a little research to get to this, I hope you enjoy some dragon born reader!

Aizen

As with most things involving Aizen this started as scientific fascination He saw a use in you, a weapon to bend to his will but it only takes a few months for it to become something more

Your fighting spirit, your will that commands respect and your ability to communicate with not only hollows but those of dragon kind is simply stunning

He takes his time with courting you, gifts and sweet words in hopes of having you willing fall to his side

Aizen would wants to help you cultivate that power, let it grow and burn bright so you both may rule together

Nothing but praise once you start dating, he needs the world, all three worlds to know just how powerful you are

Any draconic features you might have must always be on display and he'll make sure the outfits for you proudly help show you off

By the end everyone will see how powerful you are and how much he's willing to do just to keep you around

Dottore

Dottore in a very similar way sees a scientific value in you but for him its becomes obsession quickly

There's no doubt that he wants to take you apart at first and he fully tries more then once

All the segments know to keep an eye on you and make sure you can't stray very far

He wants to tie you up and keep you forever close to him but he knows that wouldn't be very fun for either of you

That won't change how possessive he gets, Dottore wants to keep your background a secret, something only he knows

Of course that doesn't mean he won't help you control it but it does mean freedom is limited

More than anything Dottore's love is hard to bear but he knows you can handle him that you're willing to fight him on things and that only makes him more in love with you

Pantalone

He had no interest in what you were, ones background matters not to him but your strong will has always stood out

Pantalone is more interested in your work then you but business deals soon tip into lunches then friendship and finally real affection and love

The strength you show, the skills he sees you work hard to better, it all matters to him and leads him to trusting you over time

Truly being a dragonborn person really doesn't mean much to him it what's you do with said skills that matter, are you ashamed? Proud? No matter, he's here to support you and remind you blood means nothing

The most independent partner, his work and you will be kept separate and he prefers it that way once you start dating but if you ever need his help he's willing to lend it

A power couple in the sense that people fear you but Pantalone still takes the time to show you off, lots of public dates to remind both you and the public that nothing will stop him from loving you

Though he doesn't care much about your background he won't deny when he wants to learn more. If you know things, how you learn them, if you're interested in it then he also wishes to join you in finding out more

You will always just be yourself. No matter your looks, history or skills in his those things change nothing what matters is the here and now and for that he loves you

Not gonna lie this isn't really a dragonborn reader and I am sorry about that. It was really hard to make it work since I didn't know how far I wanted to take it and that led to it being very vague. I hope you still enjoyed this and thank you very much for requesting and reading. Have a good night or day~ Lilly

#reader imagine #x reader #reader insert #reader x #bleach imagines #bleach x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #aizen sosuke x reader #aizen x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader

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crazykuroneko · 2 days

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My IWTV S2E4 Watch Notes

Love the episode! I think this is my favorite so far, followed by E3 and E1.

Anyway very long note after the cut. But my main complaint now is: I miss the voice-over narration! It's basically gone after Ep 2 (except for Armand's flashback). I know it's probably a sign of how Loumand have "defanged" Daniel the Journalist and it's part of the mystery, but still! Without it, we don't get much idea about how current Loumand think on certain parts in the flashback. We don't know what exactly Claudia has said in her diaries. I feel so lost without it 😭

Oh, also, my fix-it fic for this episode would be Eglee helping Claudia get out of the coven and leave Paris along with Madeleine. Women support women 😌

• the difference of Loumand's accounts on the reactions to Claudia's play 🤭

• NOT EGLEE GIVING SANTIAGO A BLOWJOB BACKSTAGE

• I love how the founders of the 1927 company got to show off their acting as well

• God @ Claudia being so open with the coven about her hangup with the play and yet. And Louis just sat there being bitchy, giving her "well, /this/ is what you want" look.

• "This is not about Louis" Poor Claudia. people tend to talk about the men around her not her. Many such cases, even out of the screen, unfortunately.

• Santiago creating cracks in Loumand's mind. you have to give it to him

• No @ Eglee my princess catfighting over Santiago's dick.

• Dreamstat came up when Louis is unsure about their relationship. Louis is desperately trying to keep this casual because how bad it was for him the last time. Meanwhile, Armand has history of being abandoned multiple times. Ofc he wants Louis more committed to him. On top of the coven. Like, yknow, he has to risk it for Louis at least he wants to be sure the relationship is real.

• "Only works when I remember shit that pisses me off". Oh, Louis is pissed Armand hanging his history with Lestat over his head. Then Armand goes, "I try to find the vulnerability within the material". The balance is so precarious here

• Ngl the "i love you" sounds so ridiculous. LOUIS PLEASE

• "The fire?" Louis forgets about That?

* Claudia is their current biggest star yet she's still doing the wet room????! Oh fuck off

* Madeilene really matches Claudia's weirdness.

* The restaurant scene. That's what you got when you make a problem with a Black man growing up in Jim Crow NOLA! he's so done with the coven.

* Louis and art. He went into art once he arrives in Paris. I think it's to connect to humanity more. He said it helps freeing his mind as well. I wonder how much seeing Lestat connecting to humanity through art affecting his drive here. Whether consciously or not. But alas, he is businessman at heart. He's good at management and trades. Anyone has tried to guess AMC Louis MBTI?

* The addition in their archive though?? Is rashid a Talamasca agent confirmed? Or that's Armand miscalucating?

* Also that line about Daniel and a girl at high school. Once again a reminder that these men are misogynists first and foremost 🙂

* Oh I like the scene with Louis and Ghostat in the dark room. Ghostat really says everything Louis doesn't dare to admit to himself. He actually knew his weakness as photographer. There's also a meaning here Louis making those lines said by Lestat. Lestat likes to confront Louis about what he believes about himself, but he never does it the right way (which is the crux of their problems). Here he does it the right way.

* Sam giving 🥺 because Louis does that when they're good with each other is so 😭

* "Romeo!" Louis is SO mad about the restaurant if that's how he reacts to Armand romancing him

* "Are you their hostage?" Madeilene why are you so straightforward? (I like her)

* I know it sounds consensual, but Madeleine's body language when telling her story with that German soldier looks weird. Perhaps we'll see her more open later.

* "I don't enjoy using my power like that" he says, after flexing his power on security guards then float to the next floor. I think what Louis said in S1 that Lestat not using his power perhaps in consideration to not make Louis felt way weaker says more about his current situation than he was with Lestat. Like, I get him, you can't help comparing notes on your relationships.

* Oh, the Ghostat in the museum date is clearly Louis' reluctance to believe Armand completely. Or rather than believe, I think "putting his guard down" is more accurate. He did after Lestat told his story and yet he got betrayed. I think Sam does a good job here. As the story goes, Ghostat looks more anxious. Louis wants to let go yet there are still the coven, Armand's power, and the secret hanging over them.

* Assad's acting here 😭

* Going on a date with Louis then threatening Claudia. THAT IS WILD.

* I wonder if Delainey uses chest binder as Claudia. If not, I wish she did. ngl that line and the visual don't match.

* That period blood scene is something. Bet Rolin was very inspired when he read Memnoch

* "I pretended to be an actor for two years." When does Louis mean here? Lestat at Renauld's? He stayed there as an actor for two years before shit happened? I need an updated timeline already OML

* Not @ Ghostat aka indirect Louis calling Claudia a "poor decision"

* Louis knows it's doomed. But again, he's desperate to find happiness in Paris. Because him killing Lestat and choosing to go with Claudia has to pay off somehow. (Is she worth it?) He's desperate to make this work with Armand. He sees Armand is basically a lost child, shouldering this job he doesn't want just because he's older. So, Louis, good at running things etc, takes the wheel here. Trying to save the sinking ship that's the coven. Unbeknownst to them, the doom actually has started already (Santiago finding Lestat's last words). Louis also gives Armand a choice here, but Armand said he wants him. Well, we know what will happen with the coven members 🤭

* The Ghostat disappearing. Ngl the rain and special effects make it look ridiculous. And Hannibal (the show) did a better job with it by literally re-slit Abigail Hobbs' neck. But I understand that won't work in IWTV narrative wise. In Hannibal, it's not Will who slit her throat, so when they redid it it doesn't have added meaning. But Louis the one who slit Lestat's throat. And he doesn't want to re-kill Lestat. He has made peace with it. In fact, the fact he doesn't burn Lestat's side on that photo with Armand and his last words with Ghostat tell me that he's not forgetting Lestat. he's moving on, yes, but he puts Lestat safely in a corner of his heart. Just like Lestat did with his initials. And it reminds me to Louis' initials on the letter he sent Daniel in S2 look a lot like LDL, not LDPDL

* But anyway, isn't it sus Claudia just has her diaries out in the open like that? I mean, yes she doesn't live with Louis anymore, but there's a history of Louis reading her journal. If I were her, I'd at least save them in my coffin at the apartment for save keeping. This is sus.

* "Is that what makes you fascinating?" Oh, Armand is so insecure about their relationship for years. He saw Louis getting interested with this Daniel boy and he tried to crack his brain, finding the reason.

• Daniel isn't filed under suspected victims.

#iwtv #iwtv spoilers #moi.txt #interview with the vampire

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