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watchingwisteria · 4 months

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im so sorry i get it now i really do, the gay angels have me shaking screaming crying at all hours of the day and night, they mean everything to me i am literally thinking about them all the time and what it would mean to love someone steadily and silently through eternity, what it would mean to love across the lines of a divine war of supposed good and evil, what it would mean to carve out a space for oneself and ones lover in no man’s land, in the grey and moral ambiguity when you were created to be black and white without blemish. god i love them so much i just

#update from the tags : posted this after watching s1 knowing the end of s2 #and i was like hm hope im not too offbase #but imagine my surprise when they literally said ‘i love this space we carved for ourselves’#I WAS SICK #ineffable husbands #<< u dont get it. i used to see that and it meant nothing to me. now its like a knife inside me #good omens #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #ur girl watches good omens #experiencing full brain rot. like every song is about them somehow #im imaginging edits in my head bc i do nawt have time to make them for real #i just bought the book and i am about to devour it #lol another update #the drama in this post is so HDISJSISB but i was FEELING IT #i was GOING THROUGH IT…#and when i think abt them for too long i still am

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dykeinthedark · 7 months

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besides talking over shows and providing running analysis commentary, my toxic tv show watcher trait is that i hate skipping intros and will be begging crying and pleading to watch the intro. idc! especially if there's so many details.... do you really want me to miss out on the details..... double especially if the intro music goes fucking hard.... sorry i haven't blown out my attention span like a tiktoker but i can appreciate detailed artwork and banging music when it comes my way. rip to all those not enjoying tv intros.

#this is abt watching good omens and bojack horseman and wwdits those have some of my favorite tv intros ever #like.... the details about the characters.... i love watching it over and over and over again just to pick out new things #AND. IN STUFF LIKE BOJACK WHERE IT CHANGES WITH THE SHOW. LIKE SARAH LYNN DISAPPEARING FROM THE INTRO AFTER 3.11. WHAT IF I KMS.#and good omens holy shit theres so much going on. girl put ur clothes back on we are watching the 2 minute good omens intro.#i always have to pause and look at small details like the gravestone names sorry

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silkscream · 1 month

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CHAPTER 9: GOD IS A CIRCLE

ੈ✩ gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru x reader

Your angels do not react. They only look at you with concern, shielding you from the blazing sun with their wings. They stare as you laugh, doubling over, falling backwards into the green grass. You only remember that you’re alive when they trace the contours of your body with their fingertips.

ੈ✩ chapter cw/tags: explicit content (18+ mdni) , unprotected sex, high sex, threesome, oral sex, fingering, graphic depictions of violence and blood, recreational drug usage, biblical imagery, angst

ੈ✩ wc: 5.5k

ੈ✩ a/n: i was barely conscious when i wrote this. sorry bout it

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August, 2009

Bliss is never eternal. If it was, you’d think the world would stop turning with everyone busy with their greatest indulgences. It’s not like you were much of a hedonist anyway, not even with Satoru’s influence.

You feel intoxicated with him and Suguru, but it’s not enough to keep you from reality. Yaga-sensei proves this the moment the boys are ordained the task of protecting the star plasma vessel—a fourteen-year-old girl with more spirit than you ever had at that age. You admire her spunk, her unwillingness to take shit from either of the boys. It entertains you endlessly.

“How do you deal with them?” she mutters to you. You learn that her name is Riko Amanai. She loves the ocean and has a sweet tooth like Satoru. Her favorite flavor is anything blue.

“I keep them in check.”

“Are you my bodyguard too?”

“Not really,” you laugh. “But I’ll be around.”

Riko likes you. She clings to you more than you anticipate, considering this isn’t your mission, but you understand. She’s vulnerable despite her confidence in her fate as Tengen’s vessel. Talks a big game with blue eyes shining bright, similar to Satoru.

She pouts at your absence. You think nothing of it, knowing that she’s in good hands between the boys and that caretaker of hers. The bounty on the girl’s head is daunting, but the boys are the strongest, and you watch them evade the enemies easily.

It’s when they end up in Okinawa that something in your chest feels a bit empty. A bad omen, anxiety pooling in your gut.

Satoru texts you pictures from the beach—sea creatures from the ocean and the aquarium, selfies with Suguru that are often blurry. He texts you how much he misses you, how much he craves the parts of you that you think may be too intimate to even talk about out loud, let alone through text. Suguru sends you pictures of Riko and Satoru on the beach with the creatures they pick up from the ocean, of sunsets he knows you would enjoy.

You ache for their return.

satoru: gonna stay for another day jsyk

you: having fun?

satoru: yeaaaa

satoru: tired as fuck though

satoru: but riko likes the beach. thought we could give her one more day

you: you’re sweet

satoru: not as sweet as uuuuuuuuu

satoru: she says hi btw

satoru: shes mad ur not here

you: she likes me more than you

satoru: >:(

you: i’ll see you soon. get some sleep please

satoru: anything for u baby

Something has gone terribly wrong.

You have no reason to be worried—Satoru is more than capable of handling that assassin, no matter how swift his movements may be. It was whiplash to see a sword go through him, and it was whiplash to see Satoru react like it was a paper cut.

Now, in the Tombs of the Star, you feel a chill run up your spine as you escort Kuroi out. She’s still emotional, wiping tears after her goodbye to Amanai. Trepidation strikes you the same way it did in that forest all those months ago. The air has grown cold, but you can’t sense any other cursed energy but your own.

“Kuroi,” you breathe.

“Yes?” She sniffles, wiping her tears quickly.

“Go on without me,” you say cautiously. “I think I better guard the Tomb just in case. For Geto.”

“Alright. Thank you for being there for them.” Kuroi smiles at you with a warmth you aren’t sure that you deserve.

“I wasn’t the one protecting her.”

“I know, but she admired you a lot. We missed you in Okinawa.”

You pull her into a hug, one that you wish you’d given Riko moments prior. It’s a parting gift.

When she departs, you’re left alone in a dark hallway. You expect a spirit to jump out — something monstrous, an amalgamation of your nightmares. But this is a sacred place, you suppose. One meant for sacrifices and blessings. You’ve never really believed in blessings. The world is built on too many curses for that.

Something in the air made you want to choke, swallow back bile. Nothing like your old anxiety spells. It’s something else, you’re sure of it. And yet, it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. The rustle of fabric.

He couldn’t go undetected, not completely. Not when your intuition was on overdrive, making you sick with it. Your senses acute.

“Haven’t seen you before.”

His voice is raspy, the sound of skinned palms on pavement. Deep the way Japanese whiskey burns down and sits in your stomach a little too heavy. There’s a split on the corner of his mouth as if he’d been nicked by a thorn. He smiles at you with lazy, bovine eyes and a snake-like smirk.

This man is not a figment of your imagination — he’s real as can be as he towers over yet, and there’s not a lick of cursed energy you can feel, even when you’re this close to him. A human.

You think about Satoru and the sword that went through his chest. You look at the sword that the stranger in front of you wields. Within a second, you rush to touch him, but your technique doesn’t activate as soon as you want it, too. He slashes you across the stomach, crimson permeating the torn fabric of your uniform.

“Weak little girl,” he chides. “You’re too pretty to kill, though.”

You gag, nearly vomiting on the ground.

“You their girlfriend or what? Would’ve thought they were fucking each other, to be honest.”

You shake your head weakly, your vision blurring already. You hear a bark of a laugh. Not even your bared teeth can be taken seriously, not when you’re bleeding out on the ground. He tuts as if he’s scolding you.

“He’ll kill you,” you hiss. The man laughs again. You must be referring to one of your boys. He grins wider when he realizes.

“Which one? The one with the bangs?” he scoffs. “Because I already killed the Gojo brat, sweetheart.”

You feel your heart drop, sinking like an anchor as the feeling drags your body down with it. You look at him with wide eyes, and the sadistic stare you get back tells you he wants to humiliate you. It would hurt less if he just killed you.

Satoru would never die by the hand of a non-sorcerer. Not a fucking chance. But the notion doesn’t stop the itch behind your nose, your eyes threatening tears. The man crouches, his face looking down at you in mock sympathy, and places a rough palm to your face, swipes your quivering bottom lip. You taste blood.

You clutch his wrist immediately and he raises his hand.

Something metal whips the side of your face, something heavy. Your sight of vision narrows into black.

When you wake, you aren’t sure if you’ve arrived in a nightmare or had just left one.

For one, Satoru is saturated in blood. The scratches on his face are brutal. He looks half feral, half shell-shocked. It’s nothing you’ve seen before.

Despondency paints Suguru’s face into a shadow of himself. There’s something off about their cursed energy.

You don’t want to ask them how the rest of the mission went — you can already tell what the answer might be. If everything went according to plan, there wouldn’t be a blank stare in each of their eyes. If everything was fine, they would return to you like themselves — animated and flirty and teasing. If everything was the way it was meant to be, maybe you wouldn’t have the slight scar of a side wound aching at the side of your gut.

Instead, they’re all business. It’s like they look through you when they speak to you.

“Is Riko…” you trail off.

“She’s dead,” they say.

They deliver the news to you, expressionless. Mirroring each other.

There’s a blankness in Satoru’s eyes. Cold. No one exactly knows how to deal with being killed only to bring yourself back again. The thought of his mangled body surrounded by flyheads makes your stomach churn.

He had always been god-like, prodigal. After being reborn, he really was a God. Untouchable. You’d think him to be cockier or more cruel, but on the surface, he’s devoid of anything, really. He’s stony-eyed, instead, a little empty behind the face. There’s a spark of something when he sees the large bruise on your cheekbone and the ghost of a slash on your rib.

He won’t say much about the man who killed him. Only that he had no cursed energy and a son. You remember a scar bending with the curve of a mouth and sharp green eyes.

It’s quiet at Jujutsu Tech afterward. Yaga continues classes like he always does, and all of you do your best. There are fewer missions that are being demanded of you. You think it’s because of the failed mission. Despite this, Satoru takes on whatever he can, even volunteering for the tougher ones just so he can let off some steam. Suguru often tags along with him, leaving you alone to sulk.

You don’t think you have any reason to sulk. It’s not like you were killed, anyway.

You feel them both pulling away. You don’t bother to pry — they at least seem to be occupied with each other. They were best friends before you ever got close to either of them. You knew your place. You’d give them space, knowing the gravity of the trauma they’d experienced on the mission, and yet your heart ached all the same. It was a familiar hurt, the same you’d felt in high school about Satoru. It was only peculiar now because those feelings applied to both of them.

But then there are times when Satoru sneaks into your room like he always does. He likes to nip at your shoulder with teeth that feel sharper, meaner. Hand around your throat, the calluses squeezing flesh. He likes to pin you down to the mattress, likes to hear the squeak of the bedframe as he fucks into you mercilessly.

Suguru takes you, too, but not so desperately, not so obviously. He lures you in, instead. You realize that he’s different than Satoru in the way that he has the patience for games. It explains the teasing, the touching. He’ll have you wrapped around his finger just from talking to you, and within the hour, he’ll be fucking into your soaked cunt in the locker rooms after sparring.

You suppose this is the way they both let out their frustrations, how they cope with the trauma of losing Riko. They were tightlipped about her.

Both of them had changed in ways that were beyond your comprehension.

Satoru gets colder. Similar to the way he was in high school, when he barely acknowledged you. He doesn’t like to look at you for very long, as if the mere fact of his gaze on you would hurt him, hurt you. It was stupid. He didn’t care about your fragility before, so what point was there to care about it now?

Suguru is mostly the same, just quieter. Hell, he’d always been quiet, other than the times he’d fuck you or when you’d be alone with him. His sarcastic streak was weaker. He touched you less.

You can’t stand any of it.

Satoru isn’t meant to be someone so vulnerable. It’s out of character for him.

You soothe his nightmares when he wakes you up in the middle of the night clutching your waist with nails digging into the skin underneath your shirt. He’s always shaking, always mumbling something nonsensical.

Selfishly, you find that it feels nice to be needed. To be his only form of salvation during these times.

In his waking moments, Satoru is himself again. Belligerently so, with his recklessness. It’s up to you and Suguru to tame him, often. Satoru is almost a different version of himself – familiar and still annoying — but he is much more adamant about his power, nowadays. A God complex in the making.

Satoru gets greedier. He likes to wake you up with his nose nudging your clit, tongue already making a mess of your hole. No amount of pushing his head away with your hand would make him stop, though you blame yourself for indulging.

He likes to tease you for the semblance of control. You suspect that beyond playing with you, he finds solace in Suguru, instead. They aren’t particularly shy about it—sometimes you walk into Satoru’s dorm and find them entangled with one another, clothes off and warm to the touch. They always welcome you into their arms, forcing you in between them.

You feel like you’re at an arm’s length from them at all times despite this.

November, 2009

You settle on a routine. It’s less than pleasant, but you’re used to it. Convincing yourself that it’s normal, at least.

Yaga puts you on more solo missions — you’ve improved your technique. The precision of it is tough, always a wildcard given the unpredictability of destruction beneath your fingertips. Regardless, it’s gotten better. It doesn’t traumatize you so much to be a vehicle of decay anymore. You’re numb to it.

It’s odd — you’re carrying the burden of something you didn’t experience. Satoru finds that you are a mirror for Suguru, the same temperament and all. Always leaving the party to smoke cigarettes together. It doesn’t make him pissy necessarily, but it makes him pout. Clingy to the both of you.

“Stop being antisocial,” he whines.

You and Suguru look up at him in question. He had followed you out of the party when you saw Satoru’s hand on the waist of a girl you didn’t recognize. It was nothing, probably, but it wasn’t something you had ever had to deal with. It wasn’t like he could pry anything out of you, anyway.

“We’re not,” you defend, waving a cigarette around. “It’s too hot in there.”

It was true, to be fair. You were too warm in there and the outside air was nice. That, and you figured that Suguru would follow you, and he always wanted to steal you away for kisses.

Satoru had technically intruded on that, interrupting the moment Suguru had pulled away from your mouth. He eyes you wearing Suguru’s jacket and softens.

“You wanna go home, don’t you?” he asks.

“I can stay if you want,” you shrug.

He sighs. “Can you guys at least hang out with me?”

“Needy,” Suguru teases, stomping the butt of his cigarette on the ground and ushering you in between the sliding glass doors, hand on the small of your back. He nips at Satoru’s neck on the way in.

As if in apology, you don’t leave Satoru’s lap for the rest of the night. You don’t really get to. He even follows you to the bathroom and considers taking you over the counter for the hell of it.

It’s been difficult to touch you, lately.

In late August, the Zen’in outcast had killed him. Satoru had never thought of death as an option that was even possible. It’s why his mind was frenzied in his last moments, panicked as the two of them were surrounded by fly heads. He had not anticipated death, hadn’t anticipated the impact of it, how Suguru would have to return his corpse to Jujutsu Tech. How you would be shedding overflowing tears.

He’d like to think that your face or Suguru’s was in his mind when he took his last breath, but truthfully, he doesn’t remember. His mind was blank.

And when he had risen from the dead and shot a lethal hole through Toji Fushiguro, his mind was blank then, as well. The euphoria had faded. He had fulfilled the ordained role of a boygod, his hands were bloody, and he killed a man who would leave behind a son. He thought of his supposed immortality, his transcendence beyond something human, and then he thought of you.

You were the most human thing about him.

Your warmth, the flush in your cheeks. The way he had taken you back when you were in school, none the wiser about the world of curses. Sometimes he thinks you are one.

It wasn’t meant to go this far, but he had taken the leap and continued to wade in the pool of it all. He does not think of love when he thinks of his family, but he thinks of love when he sees you and Suguru. Something beating, something alive.

It was why he was constantly tipping the line between overflowing completely and being numb — Satoru was no stranger to his indulgences. You, on the other hand, were something else entirely. Fragile underneath his hands. Sometimes, he didn’t even think it was worth it to keep you in the bear trap he had set for you.

And then Suguru would kiss away your tears when Satoru was too rough, too cold, and he would succumb to his desires again. Instead of being something akin to a god, he often dreamt about being ordinary.

Maybe if his birth didn’t throw the planet off its kilter, he could truly be good to you instead of wanting to cut you open and live inside of you. Satoru would always be safe in your skin, but he had started to doubt that you would ever be safe in his.

You were the first to know him, he thinks. You had met him as a child and didn’t assume his divinity, rather, you were oblivious to it. Even as a little servant, you refused to kiss his feet. It relieved him. Satoru knew you always meant more to him than a toy, but in his emerging adulthood, he had taken you as a form of escapism and couldn’t cut you off. You had fastened yourself to him like an extra limb unknowingly.

“I don’t get how you can be so overbearing to her yet so distant at the same time,” Suguru remarks.

Satoru makes a face, scrunching his nose.

“Don’t play dumb.”

“I genuinely don’t know what you’re referring to,” Satoru says blankly.

“The teasing goes too far. And you get insensitive because you’re a prick, and then you barely text her back when you’re on missions.”

Satoru scoffs, fiddling with the pencil he twirls in his hands. Suguru was right, he supposed. He noticed you were a little hollow, all blank stares. Sleeping in while Satoru did not sleep at all.

“They’ve gotten harder lately. And it’s not like I’m–”

“Not what?” Suguru snorts. “Her boyfriend?”

Satoru says nothing to this. Instead, he tackles Suguru onto his bed, slides his palms underneath his shirt and up the smooth planes of his abdomen. He sighs, setting his head on Suguru’s chest.

“It’s not like she cares.”

“She does. She loves you.”

Satoru’s face reddens as if what Suguru says isn’t fact. On Satoru’s end, however – his feelings for you were an understatement. Calling it love seemed fruitless. He’d like to be fused with you, never letting you go. Stuck in the bliss of your skin kissing his in the early mornings forever.

“Think something got knocked loose when I died,” Satoru mumbles, his eyes blank.

Suguru looks at him in question, not following.

“I’ll make it up to her.”

January, 2010

“What are you getting Suguru for his birthday?”

“I don’t know,” Satoru shrugs, a blue raspberry lollipop filling up the hollow of his cheek. Tongue matching the blinding saturation of his eyes. “A blowjob?”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t be homophobic! You like watching.”

“I’m serious,” you roll your eyes.

“We’ll take him out,” he grins, shoving his hands in his pockets. Always stupidly attractive, his beauty borderline mythological.

You knew he was lying, knew that he would be away on that Wednesday, that his calendar was always filled a month prior with what the higher-ups needed from him. You thought it was unfair, given that he was still only a second year, though you still knew better. The glaring truth of his strength ever since the failed Star Plasma Vessel mission was conspicuous, a reminder that started to become egregious to you.

Satoru takes some of your takoyaki in unspoken amusement with you rolling your eyes, passing the tray towards him. He pouts despite the gesture, reaching over to poke you in the cheek.

“That can’t taste good with all the sugar in your mouth.”

“You’d be surprised.”

You fixate on the television. Satoru had gotten lucky recently, convincing Yaga to convert one of the common rooms with the connected bathroom into a dorm for himself. He had the Gojo money to “donate”, and he’d been on his best behavior in the past few months, which was rare. It wasn’t like Yaga really gave a fuck about their boarding situation as long as the missions went smoothly.

The room was big enough to fulfill that dream of pushing two beds together. A TV set and dingy couch to match. He needed the TV to fall asleep at night, especially if you weren’t there to stroke his hair. It was the only light source beyond a Hello Kitty lava lamp that Suguru had gotten him as a joke gift.

Satoru had recently started an obsession with Godzilla for some reason, forcing you to watch one every few days before bedtime. You were going in order since Christmas – tonight was the one versus Hedorah.

“You never look at me anymore,” he whines.

“What are you talking about?”

You’d rather say something biting, like how it was the other way around. How he’s been shoving your face into the mattress. How you’d come back to your dorm and see Satoru in between Suguru’s legs without much acknowledgment to you until he’d finish.

“You look at me like I’m a mosquito bite or something. What’s wrong? You don’t think I’m pretty anymore?” he grins, settling his cheek into his palm.

“Not at all. You’re hideous,” you deadpan, crossing your arms. The remark earns you a light kick to your shin under the table.

“Wow. Rude. Personally, I think you’re God-sent.”

“I thought you wanted me to watch this movie,” you mutter, trying not to let him know how much his comment affected you. You always flushed when he said things like that still, and it would always be out of the blue.

“You know I like talking during movies.”

“Right. It’s one of your worst qualities,” you sigh.

The pillows around you are discarded when he suddenly pins you down to the carpet, your face right next to an old ash stain from one of Shoko’s cigarettes. He grins as he parts your mouth with the pad of his thumb, and you’re as obedient as you always are. There’s a ribbon of saliva from his mouth stretching as he takes the lollipop from his tongue to yours.

It wasn’t difficult to get his dick hard, really. He’d known that ever since he’d seen you sprawled on the grass next to the track field when you were fourteen, the way your chest was heaving and your underwear was just slightly visible underneath your gym shorts when you parted your legs.

Satoru thinks you’d laugh in his face if he’d told you about all the times he thought about you when you were teenagers despite the fact that he didn’t speak to you at all. He knows that he would deserve it.

It’s funny. He used to resent you then. He knew he could have you if he’d simply tried a bit harder, if he didn’t so abruptly toss you aside in middle school. Even so, you were everywhere for him—in his dreams, in his house against your will like a chained ghost. Back then, he hated that he loved you, hated that you were weak, hated that, at least besides Suguru, nobody knew him except you.

He wonders briefly if he was high on the taste of you or if the candy is laced with something— he wouldn’t be surprised, since Shoko and Suguru were enablers for the two of you even when you tried to be responsible. It didn’t matter anyway. Your body always made him this frenetic.

It’s when his fingers graze the heat of your cunt that Suguru barges in. He blinks at the two of you entangled on the floor and merely laughs.

“You guys just started?”

“Mmmf,” Satoru grunts. His hand’s wrapped around your neck, now, and your eyes are closed.

Suguru’s musk fills the room. White pine and sugary maple — he’d used Satoru’s deodorant before the mission. There’s still a blood splatter under his cheekbone the color of ripe plums. This was the usual weekend routine. Mindless fucking with a movie in the background. At least one of you would be too exhausted to muster up the energy to go into the city. It was easier to indulge inside, especially when the temperature kept dipping.

Your eyes flutter as Satoru bites your neck down to your collarbone. When you look toward the couch, you see Suguru with a plastic baggie of something you don’t recognize.

“What’s that?”

“Shrooms.”

“How the hell did you manage that?” Satoru quips, his hand digging into your hip.

“There are some freaks in Akihabara,” Suguru shrugs. He eats the mushrooms like they’re crumbs at the bottom of a chip bag. “Got this shit after my mission in a fucking vending machine outside a love hotel. Can you believe it?”

“What, did you get a room there or something?” Satoru snorts. “Whore.”

“Why would I, when I can home to this?” Suguru’s eyes are viper-like, serpentine as he smiles lazily. You’d eat from his palm if he asked you to. In sickness and health—it was stupid. You crawl to him and you do.

Satoru doesn’t take any. He knows full well that psychedelics fuck with his Infinity, that it would only make his insomnia worse. The last time he’d tried acid, he had nightmares for days, seeing green eyes of a hunter. Blood slashed from a blade to his neck. Flyheads swarming.

The drugs make you giddy. Another hour and the room spins in an orderly fashion, the ceiling dancing around in a kaleidoscopic pulse. Suguru had limited your dose, knew you’d freak the fuck out if your self started to disconnect. He’d been there enough times to despise it. Ego death was torture for the introspective kind.

He sucks a hickey into your neck while you’re mindless. It’s amusing how invested you are in this episode of Sailor Moon. Satoru lays his head on your thigh, playing with you lazily. You’re happy enough to take it, grinding against his hand as Suguru distracts you with a kiss. It’s tender and slow, not unusual for him, but with the two of them together, everything is usually frenzied.

He gets you in his lap, the sacrificial lamb you are. Always eager to walk into the predator’s gaping maw on your own accord because of his beautiful eyes. Suguru is no beast, but there’s something twisted about the way he plays with you sometimes.

He likes you to beg for it, but it’s not the taunting way that Satoru does. Suguru will inch his face close enough to yours to smell the artificial sweetness of your breath, then pull your hair when you lean in to kiss him. He’ll touch your thigh under the table, not unlike Satoru, but his fingers will dance around your core in a way that leaves you unable to speak to your fellow peers.

You wonder if they’ve learned their cruelty from each other. But this time, he’s sweet.

It’s the hallucinogen fogging his brain. It makes him like a teenager in love. Open-mouthed, pawing love handles. You’re wearing Satoru’s t-shirt, something monochromatic and stupidly expensive, and Suguru tears it off of you as his mouth waters.

Coughing, Satoru tilts his head, supports it with elbows on the carpet. His temperament is neutral, teasing even, but for some reason, looking at him makes you sober up to some degree of lucidity that’s sensitive to him. The part of you that wants to please him at all times.

You crawl to him and say his name. It’s child-like. The shrooms make your eyes wide, colors innocence onto your face from the bliss. It reminds him of when you were younger—bruised knees and twigs in your hair from tumbling in the forest with him. Something tugs at his chest.

“You tryin’ to seduce me?” Satoru jeers, tongue licking his teeth. His palm on your face is hot.

You smile and nod. His gaze lowers and he snaps the waistband of your sweats against your hip. Hand on your thigh again, taunting your synapses. You think he’ll take you with his usual ferocity, but he steals your breath with a kiss instead.

The kiss never ends. Maybe they switch in between, but you don’t notice. Your eyes are shut, tight enough to see phosphenes like a galaxy. Blue and purple bleeding into your irises. You feel them pulling you apart, cock filling you up, hands everywhere.

“Fuck,” someone gasps. Something like groveling, desperate hair pulling.

“Inside,” you beg. “Please.”

Satoru watches, mesmerized. The heat of your body, sweat pooling into the divot above your clavicle—it all makes his mouth water, but he stays still on the couch as Suguru pins you to the floor. It’s the most the Six Eyes has felt in months, for some reason, and he hadn’t even taken anything. He half-wishes he could get his hands on something other than you to inject into his veins—maybe then he could learn to be calm or fall asleep at regular times. Anything to stop the odd ache in his chest whenever he looked at you.

He’s never been a man of God. He was God himself. And then he sees you moan out, bliss-wrecked and flooded with light, burning like seraphim. He’d come back to life a thousand times just to see your face. It made him sick.

Satoru kisses you before you knock out on his bed, eyes half-open and dazed. You’re refusing to go to bed, citing euphoria for your desire to run a few laps. Meanwhile, Suguru is asleep on the couch, fucked out and satisfied.

You’re coaxed into sleep. It’s not hard once you start rambling, shut up only by the feeling of Satoru’s fingers running across your scalp. He lays awake like he often does, talking to the moon. He sighs as you nuzzle into him, your whole body curling towards him to ward off goosebumps. You’re nearly bare considering you didn’t bother to put on clothes after you and Suguru had finished.

Satoru pulls the blanket over you, sighing. He’d had the leftover beers in the mini-fridge just to feel a buzz, even the taste of German ales made his nose wrinkle. It still wasn’t enough to put his mind at ease. He stares at the stained carpet, then Suguru’s sleeping shadow, then your face. He shuts his eyes.

It’s been months, yet the memories still cage you. It’s like something wraps its hand around your throat in your subconscious. In each dream, you are aching for their return, and they come to you like newly-bloomed flowers.

It feels like you’ve been waiting for them for centuries, your body stuck in the grass with a bruise over your left eye that doesn’t stop aching. You don’t even know how much you’re bleeding until they return to you again, caressing your sides and pulling away at the sight of a wound.

Your angels are not dead. It’s enough relief for you to keep going, but they still look at you with furrowed brows. Blood spills from your mouth.

“I missed you. I missed you. I missed you.”

Despite the pain, the vision is familiar. You’re too distracted by their beauty, how their mere presence is arcadian in itself. You don’t need anything else. You could die here.

Here, between them and their celestial bodies, in the green, green grass. Spider lilies bloom around you like kisses in blessing as the golden evening swallows you up. There’s a sinking feeling—a literal one, of you descending into the ground in a way that feels like a loose feather falling.

Your angels reach for you until they grasp the whole of you and turn you inside out. They pull apart the mess of you, reshaping you, undoing tangles and knots and bending the stem of your being so you can be reborn in their image. They love you enough to do so.

And when you look back at them with love in your eyes, you flinch. They’re eclipsed by something terrible, too far away for you to reach. It’s bloody. It has a voice like skin scraping pavement, full-bodied whiskey.

You stretch your hand out only meet a sweaty palm. When you open your eyes, a pair of blue ones stare back at you.

#gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #geto suguru x you #geto x you

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0-rai · 2 months

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Anyone that is like "I'm a fan of good omens but like I HATE the ship of Aziraphel and Crowley." ... Girl, the fuck are you watching the seire for then? Non queer Celestial identities? Come on man, it's Neil Gaiman.

It's like watching Peppa Pig but saying you fucking hate Peppa, like, stop watching the seires or whatever, cure ur trauma just stfu

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphel x crowley

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angel19924 · 27 days

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So the good omens fandom group on twitter really need to get a life and stop living a dream fantasy world and trying to create and imagination of ms and Al relationship just cos a girl asked him about what it like dating someone who 5 years than his daughter and now they getting angry about it like if they actually read the stuff online he had said he was shocked that she fell pregnant but decided to make a go of it for the baby and he didn't want anymore children which he had said many times before so these so called fans that claim to think they know ms and care about him maybe actually come bk in the real world instead and do ur research on him as most on twitter have only become a fan of michael since good omens was realised so 5 years ago I've have watched followed celeb crushed and fan of michael since 2003 and I'm now 32 so do the maths.

And I hope these ppl don't find or go after this girl cos that question it was an off limit interview where private or not could be asked he knew what he signed up for and pretty sure he knew that a question like that was gonna pop up and obvs has to be careful what he says right now now what ever he said the fandom on twitter will be gushing and fantasy again but for most of the ppl we will tell be lying cos we know he not happy he bloody misable with her and there relationship is a mess so ppl wake up to reality and actually see what ppl are actually seeing

RANT OVER

#michael sheen #michael fucking sheen #the assembly #anna lundberg #Fandom don't have a clue

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chaserofstars11 · 3 months

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✨Intro Post ✨

heeey! i'm lea, (pronounce lee, lee-uh, lay-uh, or wtv idc it's not my real name ;)). I pretty much go by she/her, but all pronouns are ok!!! (so are all gendered terms, including girl/guy) I am bi, and super accepting/open. dms and asks are totally welcome! i live in north carolina (US), so EST. i've just started writing fic on ao3 so link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/chaserofstars11 i'll make a masterlist once i write more i have a gorgeous goldendoodle so there are goldendoodles in the photos <3 (not mine tho :( )

music/books/movies/shows

i love renee rapp, taylor swift, conan gray, queen, paramore, mo schulte, phoebe bridgers, lana del ray, maneskin, yungblud, acdc, honestly basically anything

fav books are: harry potter ofc (but fuck jkr), six of crows/grishaverse (leigh bardugo is a goddess i luv all of her creations), age of legends trilogy, little women, lockwood & co, divergent, the hobbit, the book thief, carry on, becky albertalli's books, literally so many more

shows/movies: i love/have watched friends, the office, parks & rec, the good place, ncis (literally my fav), shadow and bone, young royals, heartstopper, good omens, and other stuff

ngl taladega nights is my comfort movie (so james of me, ik) but I also love harold and maude, mean girls, and any cheesy romance movie ever

that was long, so picture break! these are all from pinterest, not mine :)

fandoms/ships

I am mostly just in the marauders and soc fandoms, but also a bit of golden trio and pjo

I love most marauders ships esp starchaser, rosekiller, pandalily/marylily/pandamarylily, and dorlene (dw, i like wolfstar too) My favorite fics are Art Heist Baby, crimson rivers, anything by damagecontrol, anything by MesserMoon (esp kyd and ohb), anything by maladaptivewriting, anything by Solmussa, and anything by lynxindisguise (PSA i have not read atyd. ik, ik, i'm just not mentally prepared yet. same reason i haven't read choices)

my fav golden trio ships are luna/ginny, harry/draco, and ron/hermione

soc ships are obvi wesper, helnik, and kanej (plus zoyalai ofc)

dni

if ur mean/disrespectful/homophobic/misogynistic/sexist/transphobic/racist/or have anything bad to say/or are creepy

otherwise, i love to interact, have chains, be tagged, or anything. i am kinda new to tumblr tho, so not sure how everything works. I won't interact outside of tumblr or ao3 unless i actually know you

thx for reading <333 i hope you enjoy the weird shit i post :) I might end up posting my art... I dont know if im brave enough. but you can read my writing!

#intro post #introductory post #blog intro #the marauders #jegulus #wolfstar #rosekiller #starchaser #dorlene

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the-dirt-eater · 7 months

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maybe I make a pinned post. as a treat. this blog is a mess. it’s got everything i love in it, so it’s not specific to anything. welcome to the train wreck etc

call me dirt! she/her, genderqueer-ish lesbian. deemed autistic via peer review. (not diagnosed bc that shits mad expensive. but my therapist says that I am ‘very likely’ autistic so.) I’m a menace and I sometimes bully people as a love language. please please tell me if something I say is too far for you and I’ll try to be more careful <3

use my ask box for anything! but especially music recs and fun facts :D

I’m 21 so minors… be cautious? I’m not always gonna be pg. curate your internet experience to your needs.

TERFs, SWERFs, ace/aro exclusionists, pro-lifers, anti-palestine, anti- sex ed, anti- critical race theory, or any other flavor of bigot not allowed. i’ll stomp you into a paste :)

also I will block accounts that look like bots. if u follow me and don’t have any activity on ur acc imma block u. i’ll usually give people a day to like put a profile pic up but if you don’t you’re gone. <3

i’m not always good at tagging. my bad

more specific stuff about me past the cut :3

super into plants and bugs and mushrooms and music. can crochet and learning to knit. I rarely do art but I’m slowly learning to be better at that too.

specifically currently interested in:

• punk/rock/indie music

• tarantulas

• jumping spiders

• isopods

• cockroaches

• california native plants

• terrariums

• minecraft

• cats :3

• pet web games (horse isle 2, star stable, recently got into flight rising)

also interested in (but less knowledgeable about):

• internet culture and history

• queer culture and history

• freshwater aquariums, including

- fishkeeping (bettas, comet goldfish, koi, various small tropical fish)

- shrimpkeeping!!!!

- aquascaping/aquatic plants

- low maintenance systems (no filter etc)

• video games and streaming

I watch way more youtube than is probably healthy so there’s that too.

omg I nearly forgot fandoms!!

currently obsessed with fall out boy and twenty one pilots. also into:

• hannibal

• good omens

• our flag means death

• heartstopper

• young royals

• community

• doctor who

• some minecraft/gaming youtubers and streamers (ranboo, tommyinnit, nihachu, grian, technoblade. ik he’s gone but still)

• hermitcraft but i’m not up to date ever

• unus annus (rip)

• dan and phil

• watcher entertainment/buzzfeed unsolved

• wings of fire

• percy jackson

probs more that i’m forgetting

music I like is. a bunch of genres tbh. indie, folk, punk, rock, some pop, video game music, some classic 2000s-2010s emo bands. very specific flavors of country-adjacent stuff. some psychedelic rock. more that i can’t think of. I have some halfway decent spotify playlists :P and here's my last.fm page

some bands/artists i like:

fall out boy

twenty one pilots

paramore

the crane wives

hayley kiyoko

los campesinos

the oh hellos

chloe moriondo

chappell roan

STRFKR

miracle musical

wallows

jack stauber

sir chloe

hozier

girl in red

jackie hayes

yea that’s me :) enjoy your stay here. drink water etc. bye!

last edited 2/23/2024

#common tags:#dirt speaks #music #art #save for later #other tags:#about me #pinned post

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sarahlancashire · 7 months

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nine people you would like to know better (tagged by @sophiedevreaux, thank you so much 💖)

3 ships: i'm obsessed with so many but shira and hannah (harlan coben's shelter) have consumed my soul in recent weeks; and despite everything that's happened my brain is permanently rotting over ros and leanne (shortland street) and bernie and serena (holby city)

first ever ship: i'm not sure, but i think it was luke and lorelai (gilmore girls)

last song: i?? don't know?? i haven't really chosen any of the music i've heard for a week or so bc we were just listening to audiobooks in the car while we were away; but we went to a café that was playing loco in acapulco by the four tops (why. why would you do that) so that's been in my head ever since then (kindly think about the consequences of ur actions the twisted currant café in porthleven)

last movie: well, i rewatched zootopia; the last one that i hadn't seen before was bolt (i was staying in an air b.&b. where children lived from wednesday until yesterday. many disney films were consumed)

currently reading: i read the new catherine alliott (the pink house) book i bought to take on holiday with me in three days (catherine alliott is a genius and one of my most favourite authors of all time; her books are SO fun and set in lovely idyllic places but also gripping and full of dark secrets and twists and i've been obsessed with them since i first borrowed my mum's copy of rosie meadows regrets ... when i was about fourteen) so now i'm rereading why mummy swears (the first sequel to why mummy drinks) by gill sims, partly bc i want to read worthy and improving tomes but just end up reading the same comfort books all the time; and partly to refresh my memory of it before i read the subsequent sequels. also i got a new liane moriarty (apples never fall) in a charity shop (it cost fifty pence. i love u cornwall) while i was away, so i'm planning to start that soon (i may not have got round to watching big little lies yet but part of the reason for that is that i'm in so love with the book and i'm scared to spoil it)

currently watching: i've just watched harlan coben's shelter (along with good omens and the third series of ted lasso) and i only got home from holiday yesterday (also it was a very long journey and a hellish day, for various reasons) so i'm not in the right frame of mind to start anything else yet, i've been playing stardew valley and watching judge judy in the meantime

currently consuming: a can of coca-cola (snap alfonsina!!)

currently craving: i'm really too tired to crave anything other than coca-cola rn, and i've got one of those, so that's nice

tagging @juliewlters, @alisonscotlock, @moxyphinx, @notprincehamlet, @lesleymanville, @loveindiravarma, @pea-green, @horriblycheerful, @swanqueens (feel free to ignore!!)

#i actually tagged nine people!!!!!!! are you proud of me #i feel that deserves an “i've been brave” sticker tbh #PERHAPS i already know some of the people i tagged extremely well #(i'm just imagining eve; lizzie; and shawna seeing this and being like?? what more is there to know??? lmao)#but that doesn't mean i don't want to know them even better does it #i answered in a lot more detail than i intended to oops. sorry about that.#but i did reveal quite a lot about myself which i suppose was the point of this exercise so on that basis you're welcome #just shut up @ me #about me #meme

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yakultstanreblog · 1 month

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Your favourite song??

OMG I SUCK AT ANSWERING THESE EVEN THO I ASKED FOR IT AHAAHAH I’ll give u a big ass list of songs I like in no particular instead oop (& scream about it later when I realise I’ve forgotten the best ones)

- already home, rockstar city, I like to dance, not worth hiding - Alex the astronaut

-literally any song by Thelma Plum

- Idontwannabeyouanymore, Tv, - Billie eilish

-runaway - aurora

-everyone’s moving in with their lives but me, $5 wine, adulthood - Man Sandal

- Cry all the time, Sad girl summer - Smol Fish

- dead girl in the pool, I need to be alone, watch you sleep, summer depression, 4am, - girl in red

-symptomatic, god is a freak - Peach PRC

-don’t let the kids win, body - Julia Jacklin

- didn’t wanna get so low but I had to, grandma’s hands - Meg mac

- uninvited, Charlie, groceries - mallrat

-dinosaurs, P Plates, I want, - ruby fields

- 17 Again - Adrian Eagle

-boys will be bugs - cavetown

- Yellow lights - Harry Hudson

- Sorry - Halsey

-I’ve got you, The Omen - Camp Cope

-any song by the artists BallPark Music, The Wombats & some by San Cisco (elite music!!!!! but I don’t listen to any of these bands anymore bc associations 😭)

- 1 step forward 3 steps back, Lacy - Olivia Rodrigo

- Circles - Mac Miller

-Pleaser - Ezra Butler

-Happiness is a butterfly, how to disappear, did you know there’s a tunnel under ocean blvd - Lana Del Rey

-constellations - duster

- Apocalypse, K. - cigarettes after sex

-Playground Love , high school lover - Air,

-no surprises- Radiohead

-paper bag - Fiona apple

-I was all over her - salvia Plath

-softer softest - hole

-teenage girl - cherry glazer

-always forever, glided lily - cults

-crying all the time - Alexandra savior

-ghost town - Kanye,partynextdoor

-I bet on losing dogs - mitski

-the girl from Ipanema - Stan getz

- Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson

-the end of the world - skeeter Davis

-emotions - Brenda Lee

-why do I cry - Margo Guryan

-wasted summers - juju<3

-Brian is the most beautiful - memo boy

-school rooftop slowed down version - Hisohkah,WMD

-good looking - suki Waterhouse

-I can’t handle change - roar

-these days powderfinger

-best day of my life, Black Friday - Tom Odell

-dying on the inside, talk to myself, I hope ur miserable until ur dead, dear god,sick of myself, lovebomb, too hot to cry - nessa Barrett

-literally any song by Adele 4eva lmao

-the whole miley cyrus bangerz era tbh

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OC introduction: Heaven (Twisted Wonderland)

^ fairy gala outfit, I did use a ref, if ur curious and I find it again I’ll share :3:3

Basics

Heaven (she/her) is a Ramshackle student mainly based off of the bride from the Haunted Mansion, and minorly based off of the Mayor from Nightmare Before Christmas. She is… some kind of ghost, many assume, though she’s always been that way, rather than having died. Her age is, for the most part, unknown.

While usually floating, Heaven when standing on the ground is … I’d say 5’8. She’s thin, perhaps a little too much-so, and very… uncanny. She almost never blinks, and primarily eats using the mouth on top of her head, rather than the one on her face. She also only has three clawed fingers on each hand, not including her thumb.

Rarely is Heaven actually seen in any classes, and when asked about her, professors don’t typically seem to recognize the name as one of the students. However, she claims to be very good at history and ancient curses. She does not enjoy flight class because there’s “too much sunlight.”

Hobbies, Talents, Preferences

Few people even see Heaven, much less know what she does with her free time. For the most part, Heaven remains invisible, with the only sign of her presence being an odd feeling that you’re being watched or that something terrible is going to happen.

Despite this, it’s been made very clear that Heaven strongly dislikes men. She’s incredibly distrustful and will be openly aggressive and even violent towards masc presenting people who she deems some level of threat. Of course this isn’t like, all men she encounters, she’s just kind of iffy and guarded for the most part… but if you fail the vibe check? Oof good luck.

Total girls girl tho. One of the other girls murders someone? Heaven will hide the body no questions asked.

The one thing most students have come to agree on about Heaven, is that she enjoys using her range of weird ass abilities to freak people out, including but not limited to: the mouth on her head which has a sharp black tongue in it, her unpleasant aura, the fact that she knows information she realistically should not be able to know, her ability to seemingly predict the future, random teleportation… there’s more but those are the big ones.

She is. very ominous.

Backstory

Heaven is a princess, one of a now destroyed kingdom that exists somewhere in the spirit realm. From a young age, Heaven kept telling her parents that bad things would happen, to which her parents would assume she was doing kid things and making it up… only for the exact events to later happen. Because of this, word spread and the kingdom began to believe Heaven was a bad omen, bringing disaster wherever she went, and her parents locked her away in the palace Elsa From Frozen Style.

She grew bitter and upset that no one listened to her, and only assumed the worst from her because she was young. As a result, the day she learned her unique magic was the day the entire kingdom fell, being destroyed in a massive tornado no one could have predicted—no one but the one who’s overblot caused it.

Heaven was exiled from the ruins of the kingdom, while her parents and the survivors of the disaster sought refuge in a neighboring kingdom. From there, Heaven traveled on her own for a while, before deciding that the Ramshackle dorm in the living world would be a good place for her to stay… where no one knew who she was or what she had done.

Oh also she was supposed to marry a prince from another kingdom but she hated that idea. Then she fell in love with my buddy Howl’s oc Prince Jude an oops guess what, that was the prince she was supposed to marry so now they’re happy together yaaay

Unique Magic

Let the truth be revealed ,

And set free thy soul,

Lest thy fate be sealed,

And lest chaos reign control.

From this day, we doth decree,

Anticipate our destruction,

Cataclysmic reduction

Make mine own visions reality!

Calamity From Above!

An extremely powerful UM that will almost always result in extreme damage to the user. It festers a natural disaster, mimicking the extent of the user’s negative emotion.

This usually manifests as a tornado for Heaven, and given the nature of the spell, will send her into an overblot if used incorrectly.

Relationships

Ace

Heaven hates this mf. She bites her tongue because the prefect (in this version, Comet in specific), is friends with him. He sometimes feels her stares from seemingly nowhere.

Deuce

Actually, Heaven thinks Deuce is a pleasant person. He gets a pass :)

Leona

Heaven… respects Leona. She doesn’t like him, but she respects him.

Ruggie

She is ready to throw Ruggie into the next zipcode over

Jack

She’s skeptical of Jack. Not sure if she approves of him or not yet.

All of Octavinelle

I cannot put into words how much she does NOT like these three. She has close eyes on them whenever they’re near Comet, which is… often. She has thrown a pan at Floyd before because he was getting too close to Comet, and she would do it again.

Kalim

She thinks he’s obnoxious and loud, but he kind of reminds her of her husband, so he gets a pass.

Jamil

She WILL bite him /neg

Rook

BITES HIM BITES HIM BITES HIM /NEG

Idia

Shockingly??? Heaven considers Idia a friend?????? Like they met once and had a pleasant conversation (Idia was shaking like a chihuahua in the snow) and Heaven decided “this little man is silly, I’ll be keeping him :)”

Malleus

Heaven holds high respect for Malleus. She’s still keeping an eye on him tho.

Lilia

“Anyone who fucks up their food that badly cannot be trusted.” -Heaven

Sebek

HATES HIM. SHE HATES HIM SO MUCH.

Bonus!! Comet

Comet is her bestest friend in the whole wide world :))) she’d murder someone for Comet no hesitation:)))) you wanna date Comet?? You gotta pass Heaven’s vibe check :))))) (Comet will not let Heaven commit murder for her, Heaven is distraught by this)

Other works

Hejejejjewj playlist

Media

Thank Howl for the second one lol

#elysia has too many ocs #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #eely draws stuff #Spotify

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watchingwisteria · 4 months

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gay angels are living rent free in my head cant wait to have my heart broken by season 2 today

#ur girl watches good omens

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solaaresque · 1 year

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hi reze pls tell me all abt ur ocs!!! mama and kuro are high in my list of enstar faves so ofc i want to know abt their sisters!! plus i wanna know abt your self insert too + whatever else abt any oc pleek 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🫶

kjfhdskfjdwh lee <3 you're just enabling me atp... but i'm not complaining!

anyways!

mikejima miyuki aka "miyu". she/they. 17 years old.

miyuki is written as 瑞希. 瑞 means "auspicious, omen" and 希 means "hope". it’s kind of ironic because madara always called her his good luck charm and they’re the reason he got kicked out of the family, however indirectly. (also, funnily enough, madara’s first name 斑 means “spots, freckles”. his name is practically meaningless whilst miyuki’s is chock-full of meaning). i like alliteration.

she's a sick kid (chronic illness: she has severe asthma) with a terrible relationship with her family overall. her parents are firm believers of the shinkai cult, but they aren't because of experiences in her childhood (remember when mama made his wish to try and heal her? yeah well... it didn't work and now they're disillusioned). her parents are pretty neglectful too, and she's also estranged from their brother who was out of the country a lot, so she's practically raised herself from childhood. despite all that, she still loves their brother very much and sends him anonymous fan mail, as well as diligently following his idol career and collecting all his merch.

her dream is to go into veterinary sciences. when she was younger, mama used to help them find good online courses to study since she couldn't leave the house. now they’re completing online college courses as a child genius, because she was bored a lot as a child and ended up falling down a lot of online rabbit holes. they’re technically enrolled in the same school as aoi but she never shows up on virtue of being a sickly child.

kiryu aoi. she/her. 16 years old.

aoi is written as 碧海, which is typically a boy’s name but to be fair, her parents were expecting a second son and planned accordingly. she doesn’t care as much as she used to, because it’s a connection to her family. 碧 means “blue” and 海 means “ocean, sea”. she directly contrasts her brother (the 紅 in kuro means “crimson”, and his name translates overall as “crimson moon”)

she wants to be a makeup artist when she grows up, and she practices on her brother. he doesn’t mind though, because he likes being close to her. during kuro’s delinquent years, aoi was prone to panic attacks and had many anxiety-fueled breakdowns, which made her an easy target for bullies. she was ostracised by her schoolmates for living in a “broken household” and as a result she ended up developing a snappish demeanour when around people. this is something kuro still feels guilty about, even now, because he should have been protecting her but instead he only contributed to her pain.

she’s akatsuki’s biggest fan, and she shows up to all their concerts. she’s also a secret kagamiP as well as a crazy:bP, much to kuro’s chagrin. she has a one-sided academic rivalry going on with miyuki, who is effortlessly at the top of the class, which irks aoi to no end. she’s on a lot of online forums, where she defends kuro endlessly to weirdos on the ‘net. she’s also in a lot of ensquare forums because she enjoys reading the conspiracy theories. she’s pretty much a normal girl in a normal situation.

shimizu kagami. aka “M1RROR”. they/he/she. 19 years old.

shimizu is written as 清水, and means “pure water”. kagami is written as 鏡, and means “mirror”. kagami is not their real name! it’s actually fuyuko, written as 冬子 which means “winter child”. kagami picked his name as a tribute to a friend, whose name was fuyumi, written as 冬美 which means “winter beauty”.

kagami used to be part of a childhood idol duo with fuyumi, they were called Snow2Flake. but the pressure of idol life, as well all the stress of eyes watching your every move, got to be too much which caused fuyumi to commit suicide, leaving kagami devastated. kagami took a long hiatus, before returning as an idol to fulfil fuyumi’s dream. she chose the moniker “M1RROR” and the name kagami because fuyuko was supposed to be fuyumi’s reflection when they were together. their goal as an idol is to spread the message “you are not alone”, to let people know that they are not unique in their struggles.

M1RROR is a solo idol unit that is a part of rhythm link association. kagami commonly appears on talk shows and is seen doing collaborations with other units. she is a flexible and versatile idol, known for their skill in adapting to any theme or job. however, they struggled with his gender presentation, especially what was deemed “acceptable” for idols during that time. in the end, after much soul searching, she simply decided to do whatever and live his life the way they wanted to.

reze. they/them. 16 years old.

reze, written as レゼ, which has no meaning. they are just “reze”. no last name, they are simply the p-association’s overworked secretary.

reze works a lot with anzu, and the two have a close friendship. despite being surrounded by cute idols 24/7, reze would prefer to be able to stay at home all day eating instant ramen. they are in charge of pr, which makes them want to tear their hair out. they manage majority of es’ social media, including the unit accounts. they’re supposed to make sure that the public image of all units, as well as es, remains squeaky clean. they are on the verge of putting out a hit on tenshouin eichi.

reze studied at yumenosaki, though they graduated from the general course. before anzu joined, the older students used reze as a personal secretary, much to their chagrin. reze is well-acquainted with sagami-sensei’s office, due to collapsing from overwork numerous times. reze is the oldest of four, all girls, and has a pet dog named mimi. reze’s apartment happens to contain a spare room, which has been used by many an idol in need. hence, reze makes sure that their guest room is always some degree of liveable.

#askbox #friend tag #< lee 3 #reze oc posting #SORRY THIS WAS SO FUCKING LONG 😭😭

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quarktrinity · 5 months

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quark watches star trek season 1 episode 7

ok were looking for this lady christines ex.

hes definitely dead

"dr korby"

what kind of bras do they have these ladies wearing

oh hes alive! neat!!

this episode is called "what are little girls made of?" bad omen i think

"can you beam down by yourself captain kirk?" hes going to kill you

this set looks like a zoo exhibit

"beam down two security men" theyre going to die

kirk stop grabbing her shes engaged

dramatic lights!!!

random other guy!

alien!!!

"bottomless pit" shut up

ok so this is where the redshirt thing came from

"dr korby was detained" what

why do you call dr brown "brownie"

dr brown is so evil

so were just skimming over the fact that a guy just fucking died

ohhhh nooooo not the other red shiiirrrrt

this is the most 60s secret lab ive ever seen

woah other woman. christine is obviously jealous

oh hey dr korby

WOW that is the most lustful kiss ive ever seen on television

woooaaahhhh these people are eeeviiiiil who couldve seen this comiiiiing

ok dr brown is a robot apparently

oh shit the alien guy can mimic kirks voice. the actors pretty good at lip syncing too

the aliens not allowed to disobey christines orders. hi chekhov is that ur gun on the table there?

"ruk destroyed them both totally against my wishes, i assure you" sure dude

"the old ones" shut up

this fight choreography is extremely homoerotic

does this show ever pass the bechdel test like ever?

andreas overalls are so stupid

ok so andreas a robot. korby showed this by having her kiss kirk. thats not consensual! go away!!!

theyre turning kirk into a robot??? they had to strip his clothes to do that???

theyre spinning him around. stop spinning him. please

apparently this guys fiancee used to be his student? thats icky

STOP SPINNING HIM

this show is so determined to sexualize kirk at every given opportunity. normally im fine with this but only when he has agency about it

theyre having gummies for dinner

andrea: "i am now programmed to please you, also. is the food appealing?" christine: "yes, thank you" star trek has now passed the bechdel test

this episode seems to have a theme about following orders

oh this episode is also about transhumanism

this episode is strongly criticizing transhumanism

kirk rolls a nat 20 on sleight of hand

hey kirk remember when ruk agreed to follow christines orders. how about you tell her that

oh she knows??? why didnt she take advantage of that before

i love when this show decides to enter the horror genre for a while. its great

weirdly phallic image of kirk holding a dick-shaped stalactite

cameras waaaayyyy too close for this fight choreo. cant tell whats going on

oh ruk is helping him!! yay!

uh oh robot kirk is on the ship

robot kirk commits a hatecrime against spock

"i felt quite at home on the enterprise" what do you mean "felt"

real kirk stop making out with the robot girl. what are you doing

stop trying to seduce the robot girl shes not into you leave her alone

this episode is also about the singularity

jesus christ korby just fuckin killed ruk

korbys a robot too :O literally didnt see that coming

robo korby is having such an existential crisis rn

andreas in love with korby apparently. ok

andrea and korby are dead now

spock: "dont call me slurs" kirk: "ok" (paraphrased) so does spock not know what happened. like at all

#quark watches star trek #star trek

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9ndreus · 6 months

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Thanks @indigovigilance for the tag in your post! 🥰 (side note: I'm so curious to read what you end up writing related to biblical apocrypha)

[TAG SOMEONE YOU WANT TO KNOW AND/OR SOME OF YOUR BESTIES]

favorite color: maroon/wine and also I'm obligated to say black since that's basically all I wear (totally not Crowley-coded; who said that)

last song: Si Estuviésemos Juntos by Bad Bunny (it might or might not remind me of ineffable divorce... 🥲)

last movie: Polite Society!

currently watching: starting OFMD season 2! (somehow miraculously avoided spoilers)

other stuff I watched this year: Trigun (moreso the manga tho; queer angst subtext), Revolutionary Girl Utena (gay and weird!), and Los Espookys (also gay and weird!).

shows I dropped this year: Ted Lasso...

currently reading: Deadbeat Druid from the Adam Binder series (gay! witchcraft! and stuff!)

currently listening to: literally a playlist called pov: ur in an 80s film driving at night

currently working on: Well... I've got (checks notes) about 50 Good Omens posts in drafts... But the main stuff I'm currently working on is some deep-dive trope research which has been WILD... And a couple things for a potential new alt fanart account... And debating the feasibility of a Good Omens themed aerial hoop duo cosplay photoshoot (unlikely, but it would be so epic)...

current obsession/s: ahahahaha definitely not Good Omens. Nope I am absolutely normal about this show 👀

Nooo pressure at all to join in, but tagging a few moots whose stuff I enjoy 😊: @theonevoice @ineffablefood @ineffableteeth @phoen1xr0se @0owhatsamsays @finnthewizard

#good omens fandom #about me i guess

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mish-tique · 2 years

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it's ya girl Rose 🥺🌹!!

Hi miss missha and to the people of ao3 and tumblr! I've missed you all! The acad workload was too much so I had to pause with all the tumbling and fic reading. But i'm back!!

Though I'm not sure if there'll be any lapses in the future, but woah, be proud of me because I'm being a responsible student.

So this ask was just to tell you that I'm only now reading your replies to my asks and legit crying (you're too sweet and i'm exhausted from my acad work and let me have my cry) 🥺🥺

• honestly thank you for indulging my asks always!! don't care if they're late (i'm late too 😭). That i missed you was probably because of the wonky time zones

• to other anons, yes, let's go show miss missha all the love, she's been providing food for us

• also, i'm loving the carlando reblogs

• "Oooh you got a new haircut?? are you happy with it? " <- yes i'm loving it!! I'm playing girlboss music as i vibe with my new hair

• and ur music recs are so good!! i've actually been listening to the loneliest everyday since it came out

• and you're answering my asks the way i'm annotating your fics 🥺

• good omens is a book by neil gaiman and terry pratchett!! and it's adapted as a show in amazon. watch it or read it! it's about an angel and a demon adopting the antichrist trying to stop the apocalypse (not exactly but that's really it)

• "hello? rose???? WRITE THIS!! and buy me tissues so i can wipe away my tears wtf" <- i will write this when i finally get the time and words, i swore on myself that i will write this, i just don't know when. i also haven't been that good with writing plotty fics, but thank you so much that you think this

• congrats on the 20k!!!!

so yeah just replying to all that and you'll maybe have a spam of liveasks throughout the day (?) or until tomorrow (? i mean i'm done with my most immediate deliverables, but i'm also still sleepy for like three days now. Maybe kinktober will wake me up) for the kinktober fics i missed

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Roses for you miss missha, i really did miss reading your works (fuck u school, u drained the life out of me)

-Rose 🥺🌹

hi love!

ahh I hope you can your weekend a little. I remember my uni times, honestly it was no wonder I wrote so little oops. don't ever apologise if you go mia again, school's important! we need lawyers more than we need fic readers <33

And don't cry!! sending you hugs

ah yeah im central european time so you can keep that in mind!

carlando will always be one of my og otp's, i love them, adore them, will take them with me into my grave when i die

so happy that you're happy with your hair!! i need to get an appointment too skdghsd

oooh the book sounds interesting!! might take a look at it (as if my tbr isn't already huge already)

omg pls yes write it!!

thank you! can you believe that i think we might pass the 30k this weekend....

And yeah I feel you, but school always works like that sadly ;-;

#Rose Anon #🥺🌹#missha's kinktober #qued

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