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FLO - Access All Areas, November 15!🤭

Soooo ready for the debut album😩

at this point you must be a part of the flo PR team, you just must!

and SAME anon; i know it'll be so good

[sahkuna]

[sahkuna]

ahh hi artemis! i just wanted to pop by and tell you that your acc feels like such a safe place for me 😭 it's so calming and chill! i love it <3

EEEEEEE HI GEORGIE! THANK YOU SO MUCH!?!?! now i'm never changing the colours/themes i fear...

same goes for ur blog, i luv luv luv seeing u on my dash; whenever i see ur username i'm like "there's the ceo and founder of nanami universal hq" <333 PLUS luv ur recent pinned/icon OLIVIA ON TAWP!

[sahkuna]

when i tell you i binged this all on ao3.

this is the type of writing/storyline where i would willingly line up to go and get the cognitive part of my brain impaired so i can start from scratch and reread it all over again.

daylight, masterlist ; colt grice

rules serve as a means to keep everyone safe, but colt knows that if that were true, marleyans would be intermingling with eldians, he wouldn't have had to enlist in the army at fourteen, armband sales would be significantly lower (if not nonexistent), falco would have a normal childhood, and colt's life wouldn't be constantly spiraling downwards. sometimes rules do work, though. you've long since established your own set, and they've been keeping you safe for as long as you can remember.

until colt grice finds himself in your bedroom, and you slowly start to break every single rule you've kept in place.

pairing colt grice x f!reader word count 55k+ content contains/will contain sw!reader, canon discrimination against eldians, depictions of violence, blood, taking care of him when he's injured, slowburn, eventual smut

updates on ao3 first!

⊹ 💖  ࣪ ˖   RULE 1   ​​​​ ›     NO SHARING NAMES     ⊹ 💖  ࣪ ˖   RULE 2   ​​​​›     NO KISSING     ⊹ 💖  ࣪ ˖   RULE 3   ​​​​›     NO FALLING IN LOVE [I, II, III] ⊹ 💖  ࣪ ˖   RULE 4   ​​​​›     IF ANY RULES ARE BROKEN, RUN (AND DON'T LOOK BACK)  

[sahkuna]

gn!reader - 18+, MDNI (fluff but minors still shoo)

suguru waters your plants for you.

you didn’t notice at first - you always just figured you weren’t good at keeping them, that flowers always wilted and succulents managed to die when they were doomed to your care.

when he came into your life, it wasn’t even particularly salient - sure, the bouquets of daisies lasted longer, the ivy growing in the corner more green than it was before.

for him, it was easy, an action without a second thought. he cared for them as he cared for you. you, the one he needed to remind to drink water; you, the one he needed to remind to take your meds every morning; you, the one he needed to remind how much he loved you.

(if he could bring the rain inside to nourish your bones, he would; if he could bring the sun inside to warm your skin, he would)

when he opens the cupboard, grabbing a mason jar before filling it with water at your kitchen sink, you barely notice. when he walks to the pothos hanging from your ceiling and gently, carefully pours the water into it, it finally catches your attention.

“w-what are you doing?”

his hand doesn’t shake despite the weight of the glass in it. “watering your plants?” it’s almost rhetorical, obvious - of course he would do this? he’s not even sure what you’re really asking.

“why?”

sprinkling the last bit of water onto the soil, he places the empty jar into the sink. “because you care about them.”

again, it’s obvious.

but did you care about them? he remembers the tears that threatened to spill over your lashes when you were forced to throw away a dead monstera; he remembers the way you mourned the loss of an orchid your mother had given you; he remembers the way you honor the fallen petals from the rose bushes outside.

of course you care about them.

(he remembers, even if you don’t)

in your silence, he continues. “the jade in the bedroom probably needs to be repotted soon, and i think the aloe in the office is about to start flowering.”

he kept track of the way they grow.

“i didn’t even notice.”

he smiles.

“thank you, suguru.” and you smile back, bright like the sun.

he takes care of them, just as he takes care of you.

a/n: inspired by the pothos i had to throw away bc i managed to kill it after being told they can survive anything :'/

[sahkuna]

wanted to write a drabble about this canon factoid about gojo and his inoue waka lockscreen. ugh, he's such a loser i miss him.

☆ — fem! reader, fluff, set in 2007, pining gojo, percieved to be in the same universe as not so invisible string (but can be read as a standalone) so also tagging eventual friends to lovers…

“You’ll never get a girlfriend if you keep that as your phone’s wallpaper,” Shoko says as she scrunches her nose in disdain at the photo of Inoue Waka clad in a tiny baby blue two-piece bathing suit. 

Stunned by her sudden accusatory (and unprovoked) comment, Gojo blinks at his home screen once, then twice before he slides his gaze sideways to the brunette beside him. Shoko’s still looking at him as if he had pissed his pants or something, her judging gaze flitting back between him and his flip phone.

What’s wrong with his wallpaper? 

Gojo didn’t think much of it when he set it on his phone last week. Even Geto hadn’t shown much of a reaction when he got a glimpse of the new home screen. Inoue’s a beautiful woman and this photo of her on the beach doused with seawater complimented her features really well. 

Straightening his posture in his chair, Gojo juts out his chin a little, ready to shut down Shoko’s slander on his choice of wallpaper. “Well, I think it’s quite nice—”

“It’s too horny.”

He cringes a bit at that.

Shoko waves a dismissive hand in the air, unbothered about how Gojo’s eyebrows are tightly pinched together with artificial offence and betrayal. She quickly follows her statement with, “Your lock screen is the first thing people see when you show them your phone, right?”

A wounded pout is the only response Shoko gets, so she continues. “So make it something meaningful. Just… just anything but that,” she scoffs, harshly pointing a pale pink nail at the offending picture.

Something meaningful, huh?

Gojo presses his cheek into his palm and thinks of a million and one things he could set his screen to. Then, as if a light bulb went off in his head— shining light onto every crevice in his mind— he presented with the one.

Easy.

You’re supposed to be studying.

Supposed to.

But for the past fifteen minutes, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you. No matter which direction you swivel your head, whether toward the bookcases or the nearly vacant tables behind you, you find no one here besides you and the librarian. 

You conclude that you’re just tired, especially considering how extensive your studying has been within the last hour.

You turn your focus back to your notes and reread the line you last left off on, writing notes along the way. 

The abrupt sound of what you assume to be a camera shuttering quickly pulls you out of concentration. You seize your writing and glance around the library, silently looking for the suspect behind the noise. 

Who the hell would be taking pictures of you in the middle of a library?

You turn your head to the left and lo and behold, a few chairs across from your seat and the vast mass of your notes and books scattered across the wooden table sits Gojo Satoru.

It was as if he materialized from nowhere.

Upon being caught, a gleeful grin spreads across his lips and his cheeks pop with a healthy, bright hue. Since there was no need to hide in plain sight any longer, Gojo slid out of his chair and into the one seated right across from you.

Your senior gives you a two-fingered salute. “Hey.” 

That’s all he offers you before he raises his flip phone camera to eye-level view and snaps another picture of you.

“Don’t you ‘hey’ me,” you say, trying to swat his hand and phone away from your face. You vaguely wonder if he was ever taught the golden rule of how everyone was entitled to having a “personal bubble” around them back in preschool. 

But judging how his flip phone is obnoxiously close to your face, practically trying to get his lens to merge with your skin, clearly not.

You softly knock his hand away again with the back of yours. Fortunately enough for you, he temporarily relents. “Why’re you taking pictures of me?” you ask.

“Why not?”

You bite your cheek as you feel an oncoming scowl almost crawl onto your lips when you watch Gojo lamely jump his shoulders to his ears. 

However, not wanting to give your teacher a reason to storm into the campus library right now and wring you two by the neck, you choose peace and decide to pick at his brain as to what brought him here to you. “Why, though?”

“Why not?” he repeats.

Fuck that, this was getting you nowhere.

“Well, I have some heavy studying to do.” You throw a wary glance at Gojo, who seems to have only brought him, himself, and he to your not-so-private study corner. “So I’d appreciate it if you would… lay off on that…” You gesture blindly at the phone he was scrolling through, pressing multiple buttons to go through his gallery and admire the pictures he’s taken.

“Oh, me?” Gojo presses a hand on his chest in a faux woe-is-me act hoping to garner your sympathy. His sunglasses slightly tip off the edge of his nose and there’s a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “You don’t even have to worry about me. Pretend as though I’m not even here.”

“Easier said than done,” you mumble more so to yourself than him.

Gojo leans back in his chair, his arm propped against the upper ledge of his seat and watches you, content that you haven’t shooed him away from your presence altogether. 

He keeps this up for a few minutes, and you think this is fine. If he can keep quiet like this for the next 15 minutes while you finish up the last remnants of questions you have left, you’d go home with an empty to-do list and a clear conscience.

“You know…” Gojo suddenly pipes up, and you hiss an irate Oh my God at his antics. “If you look at the camera just once, I’ll be out of your hair. I promise.”

Sighing heavily, you toss your pencil defeatedly between your notebook's pages. Anything to get him out of here, honestly. “Fine, make it quick.”

Gojo laughs, carefree as always. “Okay, okay, just…” He raises his phone into view once more. “Just smile this time, yeah?” 

Behind his phone you see his free hand drift toward his lips. His index finger gently pulls at the corner of his mouth, tugging it into a warm smile. You’re positive that this is a silent request for you to produce one of your own, so you give.

However, your smile comes out looking a bit strained. You feel it, Gojo sees it.

“Wanna make it less forced?” he teases.

“Shut up!”

Relaxing a bit, you try once more and muster up the best star smile you can produce and for a split second, something in Gojo’s chest does a sick sort of squeeze, tight and hard.

If there were any way to describe it, Gojo would say it was the kind of smile you’d request and pay for a print version if it were for school photos.

He watches you for a beat or two through the lens of his phone, his ice-blue eyes are both soft and probing.

Since when did you smile like that? Could you do that more around him? How can he get you to—

“Hurry, please,” you say through clenched teeth, keeping your posture.

Ah, right.

Thumb hovering over the OK button, Gojo quickly snaps your photo.

“Happy now?” 

It’s a rhetorical question, but Gojo nods all the same, grateful for your cooperation, regardless of how brief it was. 

“Where’s this even going?” you question, watching how your upperclassman fiddles around a bit longer on his phone. God knows what he’s doing with your pictures now.

Gojo glances at you searchingly, before he offers you a quick and easy smile. His eyes dart back down at his phone and reads the prompt on his screen.

Ready to set as new wallpaper?

“Somewhere special, you could say.”

[sahkuna]

the last comission i did before close them 🙏

[sahkuna]

toji fushiguro if he woke up and decided to shoot for olympic silver instead of the star plasma vessel 🤠👍

[sahkuna]

Ooo I see Kiss Of Life🤭 taste~

right you are, anon🤭

their music is so refreshing; eeeespecially natty's solo sugarcoat. constant loop since aug of last year (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

[sahkuna]

wanted to write a drabble about this canon factoid about gojo and his inoue waka lockscreen. ugh, he's such a loser i miss him.

☆ — gn! reader (no pronouns mentioned), fluff, set in 2007, pining gojo, percieved to be in the same universe as not so invisible string (but can be read as a standalone) so also tagging eventual friends to lovers…

“You’ll never get a girlfriend if you keep that as your phone’s wallpaper,” Shoko says as she scrunches her nose in disdain at the promiscuous photo of Inoue Waka clad in a tiny baby blue two-piece bathing suit. 

Stunned by her sudden accusatory (and unprovoked) comment, Gojo blinks at his home screen once, then twice before he slides his gaze sideways to the brunette beside him. Shoko’s still looking at him as if he had pissed his pants or something, her judging gaze flitting back between him and his flip phone.

What’s wrong with his wallpaper? 

Gojo didn’t think much of it when he set it on his phone last week. Even Geto hadn’t shown much of a reaction when he got a glimpse of the new home screen. Inoue’s a beautiful woman and this photo of her on the beach doused with seawater complimented her features really well. 

Straightening his posture in his chair, Gojo juts out his chin a little, ready to shut down Shoko’s slander on his choice of wallpaper. “Well, I think it’s quite nice—”

“It’s too horny.”

He cringes a bit at that.

Shoko waves a dismissive hand in the air, unbothered about how Gojo’s eyebrows are tightly pinched together with artificial offence and betrayal. She quickly follows her statement with, “Your lock screen is the first thing people see when you show them your phone, right?”

A wounded pout is the only response Shoko gets, so she continues. “So make it something meaningful. Just… just anything but that,” she scoffs, harshly pointing a pale pink nail at the offending picture.

Something meaningful, huh?

Gojo presses his cheek into his palm and thinks of a million and one things he could set his screen to. Then, as if a light bulb went off in his head— shining light onto every crevice in his mind— he’s presented with the one.

Easy.

You’re supposed to be studying.

Supposed to.

But for the past fifteen minutes, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you. No matter which direction you swivel your head, whether toward the bookcases or the nearly vacant tables behind you, you find no one here besides you and the librarian. 

You conclude that you’re just tired, especially considering how extensive your studying has been within the last hour.

You turn your focus back to your notes and reread the line you last left off on, writing notes along the way. 

The abrupt sound of what you assume to be a camera shuttering quickly pulls you out of concentration. You seize your writing and glance around the library, silently looking for the suspect behind the noise. 

Who the hell would be taking pictures of you in the middle of a library?

You turn your head to the left and lo and behold, a few chairs across from your seat and the vast mass of your notes and books scattered across the wooden table sits Gojo Satoru.

It was as if he materialized out of nowhere.

Upon being caught, a gleeful grin spreads across his lips and his cheeks pop with a healthy, bright hue. Since there was no need to hide in plain sight any longer, Gojo slid out of his chair and into the one seated right across from you.

Your senior gives you a two-fingered salute. “Hey.” 

That’s all he offers you before he raises his flip phone camera to eye-level view and snaps another picture of you.

“Don’t you ‘hey’ me,” you say, trying to swat his hand and phone away from your face. You vaguely wonder if he was ever taught the golden rule of how everyone was entitled to having a “personal bubble” around them back in preschool. 

But judging how his flip phone is obnoxiously close to your face, practically trying to get his lens to merge with your skin, clearly not.

You softly knock his hand away again with the back of yours. Fortunately enough for you, he temporarily relents. “Why’re you taking pictures of me?” you ask.

“Why not?”

You bite the inside of your cheek as you feel an oncoming scowl almost crawl onto your lips when you watch Gojo lamely jump his shoulders to his ears. 

However, not wanting to give your teacher a reason to storm into the campus library right now and wring you two by the neck, you choose peace and decide to pick at his brain as to what brought him here to you. “Why, though?”

“Why not?” he repeats.

Fuck that, this was getting you nowhere.

“Well, I have some heavy studying to do.” You throw a wary glance at Gojo, who seems to have only brought him, himself, and he to your not-so-private study corner. “So I’d appreciate it if you would… lay off on that…” You gesture blindly at the phone he was scrolling through, pressing multiple buttons to go through his gallery and admire the pictures he’s taken.

“Oh, me?” Gojo presses a hand on his chest in a faux woe-is-me act hoping to garner your sympathy. His sunglasses slightly tip off the edge of his nose and there’s a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “You don’t even have to worry about me. Pretend as though I’m not even here.”

“Easier said than done,” you mumble more so to yourself than him.

Gojo leans back in his chair, his arm propped against the upper ledge of his seat and watches you, content that you haven’t shooed him away from your presence altogether. 

He keeps this up for a few minutes, and you think this is fine. If he can keep quiet like this for the next 15 minutes while you finish up the last remnants of questions you have left, you’d go home with an empty to-do list and a clear conscience.

“You know…” Gojo suddenly pipes up, and you hiss an irate Oh my God at his antics. “If you look at the camera just once, I’ll be out of your hair. I promise.”

Sighing heavily, you toss your pencil defeatedly between your notebook's pages. Anything to get him out of here, honestly. “Fine, make it quick.”

Gojo laughs, carefree as always. “Okay, okay, just…” He raises his phone into view once more. “Just smile this time, yeah?” 

Behind his phone you see his free hand drift toward his lips. His index finger gently pulls at the corner of his mouth, tugging it into a warm smile. You’re positive that this is a silent request for you to produce one of your own, so you give.

However, your smile comes out looking a bit strained. You feel it, Gojo sees it.

“Wanna make it less forced?” he teases.

“Shut up!”

Relaxing a bit, you try once more and muster up the best star smile you can produce and for a split second, something in Gojo’s chest does a sick sort of squeeze, tight and hard.

If there were any way to describe it, Gojo would say it was the kind of smile you’d request and pay for a print version if it were for school photos.

He watches you for a beat or two through the lens of his phone, his ice-blue eyes are both soft and probing.

Since when did you smile like that? Could you do that more around him? How can he get you to—

“Hurry, please,” you say through clenched teeth, keeping your posture.

Ah, right.

Thumb hovering over the OK button, Gojo quickly snaps your photo.

“Happy now?” 

It’s a rhetorical question, but Gojo nods all the same, grateful for your cooperation, regardless of how brief it was. 

“Where’s this even going?” you question, watching how your upperclassman fiddles around a bit longer on his phone. God knows what he’s doing with your pictures now.

Gojo glances at you searchingly, before he offers you a quick and easy smile. His eyes dart back down at his phone and reads the prompt on his screen.

Ready to set as new wallpaper?

“Somewhere special, you could say.”

[sahkuna]

POSTING 4 GOJO TONITE (tonight), HOLD TITE (tight)

[sahkuna]

Check by FLO out now🤭✅ I’m obsessed with it, I can’t wait for the album😩

IM LATE BUT GIRL (gn)... i love the song, they saved my august playlist

[sahkuna]

whats does the ffg kinktober in ur navi mean? whats an ffg sorry😭

FFG = ficsforgaza.

they're holding an event where writers come together to raise funds for gaza! as of now there's 15 pre-paid slots; which basically means— correct me if i'm wrong— some kind souls have paid for 15 slots for people to fill with their own requests to the available writers

i'm participating in the kinktober event (along with many other talented individuals) so if you or anybody else is interested to send in a kinktober req to anyone, i implore you to visit here for more info and here to put in your req

the fandom's i have opted to write for the event are AOT, BLLK, CSM, JJK, KNY + here's their excel sheets with available writers/kinks

[sahkuna]

[sahkuna]

some people need to hear this: popularity on tumblr dot com is worthless. what matter is that you treat people kindly. hope this helps <3

[sahkuna]

hiii dearest! i started screaming when i saw you reblogged my work 😭 i’m honoured bc so many of your works are in my personal reading list! would you want to be mutuals?

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH GEORGIE I WILL DIE.

also omg DUH WE CAN BE MUTUALS. in fact, we already are mutuals! i followed you on my main blog a while ago; perhaps a few weeks back!

expect me to be in your camping out in your mentions a lot more😎

[sahkuna]

husband nanami always makes sure that his beautiful, hardworking wife is properly taken care of the moment she gets home. 

upon reaching the doorstep of your lavish penthouse, the rich aroma of steak and a new bottle of cabernet sauvignon wafts through the dim hall. slipping off your heels, your gaze falls to a scarlet trail of rose petals scattered across the floor, leading you to the kitchen.

the environment is intimate: your record player hums softly in the background, the room lit by flickering candles placed strategically on shelves and tabletops.

sidling up behind you, you're met with the familiar tenderness of nanami's lips on the side of your neck. his large, veiny hands wrap around your waist, guiding you to the dining room perched by the balcony.

“missed you, my love.” nanami smiled, his slight stubble rubbing against your skin, "how was work?"

"it's fine. the usual."  you sigh tiredly, pecking his forehead before releasing from his grip and taking a seat on the table. "just hr... the usual shitty clients and such."

"you don't have to work too hard all the time, you know that?" he reassured, pouring his glass with the inky liquid. "take a break."

like he always says. you roll your eyes playfully, dismissing your husband's comment as you begin to dig into your meal.

"with the company-wide project coming up, i can't really..."

"you can. loosen up a bit." nanami insists, placing his glass down on the countertop and walking over to rub your shoulder, his gaze darkening, "if not, i'm going to make you."

with a practiced ease, his brawny biceps encircle your frame, forcing you to stand upright. his hand snakes down your curves to the soft skin of your hip, the coolness of his wedding band sending a stifling rush to your core.

"think i'm going to help myself to dessert first. how does that sound?" nanami purred, giving your ass a possessive squeeze. "my darling wife can't be seen slacking off when the stakes are high, can she?"

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