#₍^. .^₎⟆ mao-writes

[maowmew]

₍^. .^₎⟆ blankets, kisses and rainy day.

soft!Sylus x fem!reader || drabble.

content: pure tooth-rotting fluff.

wc: 310

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A large fluffy blanket draped around you and Sylus like a cocoon, warming you up against the biting coldness of the heavy rain outside the wooden cabin.

Sylus's arms wrapped around your waist as you sat on his lap with his chin resting on your shoulder, he couldn't help but plant a few soft kisses on your neck, earning a ticklish chuckle from you.

"Still cold?" Sylus murmured, tilting his head a bit to look at you, his heart fluttering at the sight of your loving smile as you leaned your back against his broad chest.

"Not anymore." You turned slightly on his lap, pulling the blanket over his head, engulfing both of you under the fluffy quilt.

A mischievous smile curled on your lips, then you cupped both his cheeks and began peppering kisses all over his face - from his forehand, to his cheeks to his nose over and over all except his lips to tease him. His hold around your waist tightened, a deep rumbling laugh resounding amongst the pitter patter pitter patter of the raindrops outside as Sylus leaned closer to you, savoring your kisses attack against his skin.

Under the darkness of the blanket, your gaze shines adoringly bright in his sharp eyes, the softness of your lips finally captured his in a short yet sweet kiss that left him in pure bliss. "I love you, Sylus."

Despite his calm composure, his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest from the shy quiet whisper of your voice when you uttered those three special words to him.

Is it possible to fall even more deeply in love with you than he already is right now?

"I love you too, sweetie." He whispered tenderly, stealing another kiss on your lips before resting his forehead against yours.

"I love you more than anything in this godforsaken world."

[ayukaze]

❄︎ ♡ HAPPY HOLIDAYS ♡ ❄︎

[seoafin]

hi

wc: 3.7k

(cw: oc!children, rampant vile misogyny, stsg as dads!!!!!)

Nagi is ridiculously bored. She wishes Satoru and Suguru would hurry up already, and stifles the urge to look at her wrist and the watch that isn’t there. Riko on her left, looks similarly dissatisfied, ready to give the two a tongue lashing when they come to collect them. Hiroto is content to look out the window and stare at the leaves falling from a tree like the boring person he is, but she isn’t. The three of them sit in silence, unwilling to talk to each other where they could easily be overheard. 

Her first instinct upon being asked to accompany her fathers to some higher up’s house had been a resounding no, but you had overheard. Or maybe it had been intentional on Satoru's conniving part. You smiled and told them they should make friends. Satoru grinned, sensing weakness, and well, you wouldn’t want to disappoint your mother, would you now?

Useless, mundane chatter fills the room. Out of the corner of Nagi’s eye, she catches a boy looking at her. She slowly turns her head, lets her lips lift in a coy smile, and takes some satisfaction in how red he gets before he quickly looks away. Like a tomato.

Nobody talks to them. Nagi can see the girls huddled together in groups, their gazes periodically turning to Hiro every couple of minutes. Hushed whispers. Stare. Giggles. Like a clockwork. The boys are similarly huddled into groups talking about what she assumes to be politics. Nagi cannot recall any names. She does not know these people and she does not care about these people.

There’s a boy in the corner, surrounded by a gaggle of girls and boys. The haughty look plastered to his ugly face had Nagi immediately despising him on principle. The type to take excessive interest in the bloodlines of those he surrounds himself with. He’s been glancing at them, from Riko, to Hiro, to her.

Exhaling, she turns to her sister, about to ask her to accompany her to the garden. Nagi does not particularly feel bad leaving Hiro to the wolves. She feels more bad for the girls than Hiro.

“How many siblings do you have again?” The boy calls, just as Nagi is about to open her mouth.

Nothing gets Hiro’s attention quicker than the mention of Tsuki or Suzu. Except the boy does not look particularly inclined to talk about the dragon drawing Suzu had given Hiro the other day, to which Satoru had tearfully asked her, what about me!? Papa wants a drawing too!

Hiro’s cool gaze rakes over the group. The snickers die out immediately. Some nervously shuffle. Riko doesn’t even bother to give them her attention, staring at the wall.

When it’s clear nobody is going to answer him, momentum lost, anger cracks open his face.

“Tell me,” he says, louder, ignoring the nervous looks given to him. “Who are the men your whore mother opened her legs up for two more times?” Miraculously emboldened, a crass look crosses his face. “Does she take appointments?”

The room goes silent.

Riko freezes. The slow turn on her head forewarns a storm. Her gaze is chilly, blue eyes crystal clear in their divine judgment. “What did you just say?” 

Her fists are white with anger. The air sparks with the billowing cursed energy.

Nagi’s eyes catch on the glinting hair ornament in Riko’s tied hair (a present from Suguru), and idly wonders how easy it would be to stab the boy to death with it. Her own mounting anger is nearing a simmering boiling, despite the apathy of her face. Hiroto is ominously blank faced. 

The boy puffs up his chest, despite the danger gathering around Riko. He can’t yet fathom what Riko will do to him. “Haven’t you heard?” He mocks. “Your mother’s nothing but a cheap whore—”

Whore, whore, whore, whore. She thinks. Mama’s always the whore in these stories. 

Nagi hears the sick crunch of bones, eyes easily following the blinking movement of Hiroto’s body. Limitless. Because in the next second, blood is splattered across the floor and Hiroto’s fists are coming down heavily on the boy’s face. 

Girls scream. People scatter in a shuffle. Nagi stares.

Hiroto isn’t the violent type. Or the angry type. Hiroto is rarely moved in general—

But he loves his mother. They all do. 

In the end it’s Riko who pulls Hiroto back. Hiroto, who has never been one to be provoked so easily. That odd twin-sense-thing they’re prone to doing where they barely have to speak. He doesn’t put up much of a fight, but instead easily stands as if he had merely been picking something that dropped to the floor. Blood stains his fists, dripping onto the tatami flooring. Hiroto looks down at the boy, at the mess of his disfigured face. There are specks of blood on his face, his white hair, and nobody says a single thing.

Riko and Hiroto, the firstborn twins of Gojo Satoru. Nagi thinks that even though Riko inherited the most from their father, all of them only see Satoru in Hiroto. None of them were all that much welcome in the Gojo Clan, least of all her, the firstborn daughter of Geto Suguru, but for Hiroto they made allowances. The son that looked an exact replica of the boy-God they spoiled and coddled.

If only Hiroto cared about any of it.

The boy’s face is nearly disfigured, swollen with blood and bruises. Hiro isn’t even breathing heavily. A wheeze leaves the boy’s mouth. He got what he deserved, Nagi thinks, leaning down to examine him, careful not to get blood on the kimono her fathers had picked out for her. Satoru had been grinning so widely the other day, holding the kimono open and spinning around like a fool while Riko threw bird seeds at him.

Her long black hair brushes his face, the floor, but Nagi doesn’t mind the blood. 

“Don’t you ever call my mother a whore again,” she states calmly, staring down at the boy through the puffy slits of his eyes. Behind her, cracks fracture the air, like glass splintering. A long clawed hand creeps out of the tear. A single wide eye encompasses her back. “Next time, I’ll cut your tongue out, and leave the rest of you to my curses.”

Riko snorts. “Don’t think that matters. It’s not like he’ll be using his tongue any time soon,” she says cruelly.

Hiroto looks on dispassionately.

The door slides open with a slam. Men rush into the room, including their fathers. Her father is immediately at Hiroto’s side, hands grasping her brother’s fists. Her other father raises an eyebrow at the sight.

A man gasps, running to the bloodied boy. “Akito! Akito!” He cries. 

So that’s his name.

A man turns to them. “Just what is going on here!?”

“Oh dear,” Satoru sighs, intrinsically unbothered. “Your mother isn’t going to be happy.”

——

Her mother is a frightening vision when upset.

“What were the three of you thinking?”

The three of them stand across from her in the wide living room of their home. You stare them down, demanding them to speak. “You could’ve killed that poor boy!”

Nobody speaks. You look devastated, and Nagi’s stomach turns at the sight. Riko and Hiroto are also similarly looking green in the face. But Hiro is sweating, wetness gathering at his temples. He’ll be the first to crack, she knows it. Hiro’s never been good at being at the receiving end of your disappointment. A mama’s boy, through and through.

You’ve never been one to raise your voice. Growing up, discipline had mostly come in the form of a curt tone or a gut wrenching disappointed look. Or silence. Despite what people think, and Nagi knows that too many people think about her family, disciplinary measures in the family have always fallen on you. Riko often disregards Satoru’s ire, shrugging it off like second skin. Suguru doesn’t even try, either too doting or too amused. Your opinion has always mattered the most to Hiro, and everyone knows it. Nagi plays the dutiful daughter, but it’s you she’s always listened to above all else. Satoru and Suguru give good advice at times, sure, but that doesn’t always mean they always know best.

The silence is the worst, that, they can all collectively agree on. The instances when you can’t even formulate the words to your anger because you’re too busy internalizing their behavior. It’s your fault. Your inability to parent. All your vulnerabilities rising to the surface. 

The car ride had been silent. When Satoru cheerfully asked how your day was, you had given him such a cold, furious look that he had meekly closed his mouth and spent the rest of the ride meditating. Even Suguru couldn't help him out of that one. It was only their Aunt Shoko’s presence in the car that had given you some semblance of peace.

Upon reaching home, the two of them had immediately bounded for Suzu’s room, eager to see their youngest, and tuck her close to their sides.

Cowards.

“What do you three have to say for yourselves?” Your voice turns sharp. “Is this how I raised you?” You turn to Hiroto. “I thought you were better than this. All of you.”

Nagi’s aunt puts an arm on your shoulder. Riko and Hiro straighten. Aunt Shoko to the rescue! “I’m sure they had their reasons.” She eyes them. “They’re smart kids.”

Riko hides her smile.

You frown. “Shoko, this really isn’t the time to be taking their side. That boy’s face—”

“—is all better now,” she says calmly. A touch of her hand, and the boy’s breathing had evened out, much to the relief of his father. “It’s like nothing ever happened.”

No permanent disfigurement. But he’ll remember, and for now, that’s enough.

You remain unconvinced. You turn away from them and close your eyes.

Her Aunt Shoko gives them an I tried shrug. She gives you a brief hug. “I’ll see you Thursday.”

“Be good,” Shoko says to the three of them, smiling as if she hadn’t been the one to tell them: ask your mother for forgiveness, not permission.

And with that cheerful nonchalance, their only chance at salvation strolls out the house.

You look at the three of them, gaze decidedly less severe, and exhale. The set of your shoulders make you seem older. It’s an odd contrast. Suguru and Satoru seem to get younger as the years pass, but you’ve always taken on worries too easily. Fragile in a way the three of them always understood, even as children. A shaky mirage in your ever encompassing sadness.

Your mother’s different, Satoru said to Nagi once, when the two of them had been walking home from her ice skating lessons. You had spent the day, listless in bed, Hiro curled up at your side, ever faithful. Suguru had grasped your hand, stroked your face with another, and given you a kiss on the head before making breakfast. She gets lost sometimes. People are meant to overcome their pasts, but some never leave it. You’ve always treaded that line precariously, much to Satoru and Suguru’s constant worry.

“I don’t—” you break off, biting your lip. Gone is the momentary anger, replaced by a deep sadness weighing in your eyes. “Not on my behalf. It’s not worth the trouble. I don’t want you, any of you, to get hurt.”

Hiro bristles, all righteous anger. “If they have something to say about you, they can say it to my face.”

At the same time, Riko surges forward. “They’re—”

“No,” you cut her off, looking right into Riko’s eyes. Then Hiro’s. Then Nagi’s. “No.”

Protests immediately burst from Hiro and Riko, but you’re looking at her.

Nagi meets her mother’s gaze, and nods.

You soften. There’s a history there, in her mother’s eyes, and she knows Hiro and Riko are too impassioned to see it. People will say what they say, even with the threat of her fathers bearing down on them. Entrenched tradition and prejudices making tongues loose, even at the risk of dismemberment.

You are a whore, a seductress, a vile wench who doesn’t know her place. A promiscuous, morally loose woman who can’t stop getting pregnant despite the fact that men are expected to have broods of children with different women. Had Satoru done his duty and taken a high ranking wife, Jujutsu society would have been better off, blessed even. Suguru was inevitable. Even the higher ups held their tongues at what was the most unorthodox relationship to have graced Jujutsu society, appeased only by brute strength. If marriage was out of the equation, then at least a mistress of their choosing, paving the way for children they could mold to their liking.

In no satisfactory outcomes are you kept within the bounds of that equation.

When Nagi was nine, a similarly aged son of an honored guest from Okinawa had told her his father was looking for a whore, and someone had pointed him her mother’s way. Riko had been outside climbing trees. Hiro, glued to your side. Then he proclaimed his intentions to marry her, despite her whore mother’s blood. Nagi never saw the man or his son after that meeting. People were suspiciously quiet in the aftermath. You never made appearances in high society as often after, and you were happier for it. And if you were happy, then everyone was happy.

Footsteps from the corridor. Nagi’s younger brother skids into the living room, football jersey still plastered on his back. He looks wildly at the scene before him, and grins.

“Oh, you guys are in troubleeeeeeee.”

Riko rolls her eyes, folding her arms. Tsuki sticks out his tongue.

You beckon to Tsuki, and he wraps his arms around you, face nuzzling into your side. “You need to take a shower,” you reprimand lightly. “What did I say about leaving your dirty soccer cleats in the genkan?”

Tsuki pulls himself away. “Yes, mama,” he replies obediently, looking thoughtful. “What’s for dinner? I’m starving! Is Papa cooking tonight? When are Mimi-nee and Nana-nee visiting again? Megumi-nii said he’s coming over soon. Did you invite him tonight? Is he bringing his girlfriend this time? Satoru says Megumi-nii doesn’t actually have a girlfriend and he’s lying because he’s hopeless at love. Have you met her?”

He pauses. Looks to his three older siblings. “Have you guys met her?” Then he blinks, the shade of his eyes, peculiar in their color. “Why is everyone in trouble again? Satoru and Papa won’t say anything.”

Tsuki’s brand of hyperactive questioning is nothing new. Questions since he could speak, you reminisce fondly. 

You laugh, the sound a relief, wiping a grass stain off Tsuki’s face with your thumb. Riko opens her mouth, then closes it.

Hiro sighs. “Katsu. Yes. Next Thursday. Yes. Don’t know. Yes.”

Tsuki brightens at the information. Before he can respond, you pat his cheek. “Go take a shower,” you say lightly, smile growing on your face. Maybe they’ll make it out of this one thanks to Tsuki’s timely intervention. “Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Fine,” he chirps. Approaching Nagi, he smiles, her kid brother, still all gawky limbs and uneven teeth. “You look really nice Nagi-nee. It’s nice to see one girl in this family who cares about dressing up.”

“Ex-cuse me?” Riko squawks.

Hiro chuckles, before an elbow lands itself in his gut. Nagi can’t resist a smile. There’s no underlying jab in the statement, just a plaintive truth most children grow out of. Except Tsuki never had. Nagi thinks it’ll either make his life very easy, or very hard.

She ruffles his hair. “Mama’s right.” She holds her nose. “You stink. You’ll wake up Suzu with that smell of yours.” If Satoru and Suguru haven’t already.

Tsuki lifts his arm to his nose and makes an affirmative noise, nose scrunching. “Tell Suguru I could eat enough for three!” 

Riko snorts. “You pregnant?”

Tsuki frowns in mock-disapproval, holding his hands protectively to his stomach. “I could be,” he says seriously. It’s the last thing he says before hoisting his gym bag on his shoulder and scrambling off to his room in search of his shower.

You sigh, the fight in you long gone. You turn to the three of them, gaze unreadable. In a way, Nagi thinks you are even more indecipherable than Satoru and Suguru. The two of them have never been unfaltering or uncompromising in their wants. In many aspects the two of them are open books people refuse to read. You on the other hand. 

Everything Nagi knows about you is from Suguru and Satoru. 

“I love you three,” you say quietly. “There are better things, better causes to fight for. Just remember that.”

It’s plain on their faces that Hiro and Riko want to argue. Hiro’s gaze flickers to her’s, just for a second, and Nagi shakes her head. Hiro glares at the floor.

“Now,” you say, clearly ready to be done with this once and for all. You smile. “Get ready for dinner, okay?”

——

“You know,” Satoru starts in that deceptively light tone that tells Nagi she should prepare herself for whatever words proceed next from his mouth, “Your mother never wanted children.”

Nagi stares at him.

The seconds pass, and Satoru sighs happily, unfazed. “You really look just like your mother when you do that.” He slips the sunglasses from his face, and places it on the floor of the engawa, fingers grasping at his temples.

Nagi stares at him.

Satoru’s smile touches his eyes, bright in their joy. It’s hard to reconcile this silly go happy fool with the stories, all the myths uttered in whispered awe, but this myth is a reality. Her (unfortunate) reality.

“When your mother was pregnant with the twins, it was really hard for her.” Satoru unfurls his limbs in all their grace, getting comfortable. The evening summer air feels nice on her skin. She watches the leaves of the trees in the large yard flutter. Nagi wonders if the convenience store near the house is still open. She’s craving melon ice cream.

She’s curious though. You’ve never made any mention of this. You wouldn’t. And Satoru doesn’t lie. Especially not when it comes to you. Hiro thinks you’ve compartmentalized your life into before and after, at least that’s his theory.

She stays silent, urging Satoru with narrowed eyes to continue.

“It was so difficult to get your mother to settle,” Satoru sighs in a woe-is-me manner. He grins, sharp. Nagi almost does a double take to make sure it isn’t actually Hiro in front of her. “Then she was pregnant.”

Nagi makes a face. She really doesn’t need a play by play about how her kind, beloved, mother had been essentially baby trapped into marriage. She knows. Riko and Hiro know. All the pointed remarks about babies and pregnancies. Satoru had brought up vow renewals the other day, and Suguru, an all too casual comment about Suzu growing up. Nagi inwardly retches.

“The point being?” Nagi asks coolly.

The amusement falls from Satoru’s face, so easily, Nagi stills at the sudden appearance of Satoru’s grave expression. “She was terrified because she didn’t want them to inherit anything of her’s.”

The gravity of the moment fades, as Satoru’s face regains his usual liveliness, just enough to inject levity into the atmosphere. “Thank god they inherited my looks,” Satoru says, much more cheerily. He twirls his index finger. “Your mother would’ve gone down a dark, dark hole had they looked anything like her.”

Nagi isn’t sure what to say. You’ve never once treated Suzu with anything but the careful consideration that is your love. She can’t imagine you casting your gaze away from the youngest. From her, from Riko or Hiro. You love them with everything. You would die and kill for each and everyone of them. That’s undeniable.

But Suzu especially. Her younger sister who just lost a tooth. Suzu likes fairy tales with princesses and princes, a dreamer at heart who will grow up wanting for nothing. Nagi can already see that. Satoru and Suguru’s favorite. The apple of their eye. Doted on by the entire family. Hiro already frets about what people will say when they see her, the child that takes after you the most. Suguru and Satoru have never taken her to see Satoru’s family. Or anyone really. To Suzu, jujutsu sorcery is a fun family secret to keep hidden from people that aren't her family. 

“Mama loves Suzu,” Nagi says confidently. 

Satoru’s features go soft. “Of course she does. She could never hate any of you. Never in a million years.”

He goes silent, and she can’t help but think it’s rare to see her father so deep in thought, without his characteristic flamboyance. 

Nagi doesn’t realize Satoru is gazing at her until she catches his eye. The look on his face is so fond, the glint of his eyes, proud, that she can’t even find it in herself to be exasperated. She can confidently say she’s never grown up without love. For all that Satoru and Suguru exasperate her, she is fortunate to have not one, but two fathers who love her. Satoru’s unwavering faith. Suguru’s steadying hand on her back.

“Everything good about you comes from your mother.”

And Suguru would agree is the unsaid statement.

Nagi meets her father’s gaze evenly, easily. 

There are many things to be said of Gojo Satoru. People cower and curse and worship. But if anything can be said of Satoru as a parent, a father, let it be this: his children have never known fear in his presence.

Not everything, Nagi thinks. But that’s neither here nor now.

“I know.”

——

extra:

“You two should’ve taken a mistress,” Nagi says, later. She’s only half joking.

The two of them are spread out on the engawa, soaking in the remnants of the summer sunset, watermelon seeds on their tongues. In three minutes, Suzu will join them, excitedly jumping into Satoru’s open arms while he peppers her with kisses as she beams. Tsuki will join them next, clutching a football in his arms, Riko following soon after. Then Suguru, you, and Hiro. Everyone will pretend to be interested in and listen to Suzu point out shapes in the cloud and fabricate inception stories, except Satoru and Suguru won’t actually have to pretend. You will stop Satoru from doing stupid like letting Suzu’s whims dictate what shape he should change a cloud into, and confusing meteorologists for the next week or so. And Suguru will rectify Suzu’s pout with a curse that changes shape into anything she wants. 

Her father frowns, looking more disgruntled than she’s ever seen him. “Suguru and I have enough competition!”

[darlingmaakun]

you should talk abt your nsfw thoughts on mao 😏 would love to see what others think about this guy when it comes to sexy times

mao nsfw headcannons

pairing — mao isara x gn ! reader

authors note — I LOVE MAO SOO MUCH I VERBALLY SCREAMED WHEN I GOT THIS ASK!! i have so much stuff to say about him so lemme know if anyones interested in a part two! (send me mao reqs to be my favorite)

word count — 408

i think it would take a good 5 or so months for you guys to do it for the first time

hes a pretty romantic guy, so he kisses you a lot during it and goes veeerrryyy slow

every little thrust is partnered with an “i love you” or any other sort of praise

speaking of, he’s very vocal

definitely whimpers oh my god i love this man so much

he loves to use his mouth on you !

he could eat you out / suck you off for hours on end

one of those people that puts your pleasure above his

thigh guy!!!! loves the thighs

with all that being said though, once you guys get used to it and are comfortable, he can get rough

nothing too too much, but he ends up going a lot faster and harder than he intends to

his hands always have to be touching you in some way, whether that be your face, your legs, you waist, whatever

he has a praise kink so use that to your advantage

i love the idea of pinning him down and riding him crazy

i know that boy is so overwhelmed between being the student council president, idol work, & taking care of ritsu, he needs to be sucked off once in a while

he has on multiple occasions sent you a text asking you to come over to the student council office, only to bend you over his desk so that he can relieve some stress.

or he might have you suck him off under his desk while he does paper work, might wanna be quiet though because he’s expecting yuzuru to come back any minute now

his favorite position is missionary, he loves to kiss you and whisper praises in your ear.

aftercare with him includes many cuddles, many kisses, many warm blankets, and one long nap. he also tries to nonchalantly give you his shirt to wear after (he’s a blushing mess, so say yes to make him feel better) 

overall, mao is an amazing boyfriend. and even though i just went on a whole rant about how he would be during sex, he cares more about the romantic and fluffy part of the relationship. he loves you so much he’s happy he gets to be with you in bed or out on a date !! 

[mangostarjam]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five of your other fave writers. Spread the self-love!

thank you for the tag @yinyuedijun !! this was such a nice trip down memory lane asdfghjkl

the proposal (kn8, hoshina soshiro)

one man's incredible inferiority complex blinds him to his fake fiancée's true feelings. but at least they can bang about it.

content: so much sex, at least one blowjob, the hoshina sibling reconciliation that doesn't exist in canon, written for a romcom collab so there are Feelings™️ involved

notes: sometimes i can't believe i wrote this fic. it possessed me and i fear i'll chase that feeling forever lmao. i had a blast working with soshiro's straight up denial of how much they loved each other

guard dog (bllk, nagi seishiro)

only a few people realize that "the world's laziest egoist" is more than that. you're one of the lucky ones

content: sex scene opener, domestic bliss

notes: my baby my baby my guy. i remember rereading bllk and that panel when nagi is ready to throw down with barou over his treatment of reo — the little "ah?" — oh it was over for me. this was fun to write bc it was so self indulgent lmao

summertime madness (kn8, narumi gen)

your swim team captain tries to convince you that thirst traps are a good idea

content: there is a sex scene, cameos of hq and bllk guys if you squint but you don't need to squint very hard tbh

notes: god i think i rewrote this at least three times before i finally settled on how i wanted it to go. i didn't even like this guy at the time asdfghjk but he deserved to be in a summer olympics au!!

perfect liars (bllk, itoshi sae)

professional football player gets invested in his fake relationship with an idol

content: fake dating au my beloved, some suggestiveness, alcohol/drinking mention

notes: i need to put him in a blender. i think this fic was the most difficult for me to write just bc i know what and how i want it to go but my skills aren't there yet so the gap is killing me but i'm glad i can sense the gap!! i will level up and maybe return to this fic or use the leveling up elsewhere!

breakfast options (hq, miya osamu)

local aspiring restaurant owner wakes up in his neighbor's bed

content: so much yearning oh my god

notes: i think writing this fic made me realize how much i play favorites when i'm writing characters i love lmao

some tags! @captain-hawks @suguwu @neiptune @aimfor-theheart @shouyuus @sencrose @avestrvck @ryescapades @mihyasnorthstar @andypantsx3 for fun! no pressure i just wanna see what y'all had fun writing!! cora i would tag you again but i see mao already did haha i still wanna see your picks though!!

[saijspellhart]

Thoughts about the Puzzlepile AU. And how it might begin.

Yugi knows about AI-tem, and has been avoiding him because he knows it’s not Atem. And he can’t bear to be reminded that a facade exists of the person he misses and wants to be with, but cannot have. Atem is Yugi’s most intimate friend, and AI-tem feels like a cruel joke to him. Yugi misses Atem so desperately, and despite knowing it was his decision to send Atem to the afterlife, he resents himself for doing it, and wasn’t prepared for the empty void inside.

Meanwhile AI-tem observes Yugi from afar via Kaiba’s network. He watches all the old recordings of Battle City and other events from when Yugi and Atem were still together. He doesn’t have all of Atem’s memories, because Kaiba didn’t have access to such intimate knowledge. What he has is surface level. Enough to make a believable pretense, guise. But he isn’t Atem, he doesn’t know what he is. But there is a part of his program that longs and yearns for Yugi. And he’s convinced it’s a remnant of the real Atem.

AI-tem sees how Yugi suffers, and it kills him seeing the way Yugi looks at him with both longing and agony. But Yugi won’t even give him a chance. Not that they could interact physically.

Then one day above Domino city, there is a blinding explosion of light. Kaiba has used his dimension hopping machine to break into the afterlife to see Atem again, (and kidnap him) after the events of DSOD. The entire city of Domino shields their eyes from the light, feels the aftershocks that shake the city.

Hours later, Yugi is walking down the street, headed into the heart of the city to meet his friends when he spots a strange person standing in the road who looks suspiciously like Atem, dressed in ancient Egyptian garb. Albeit not as opulent and rich as Atem would have worn. The man is scared out of the street by a honking car, and darts into an alley. Yugi gives chase, and when he catches up, the man turns to look at him. And it’s himself.

Yugi is staring into a frightened and terrified eqyptian mirror. The ancient Egyptian Yugi speaks to him in an ancient language, frantic and confused. Yugi tries to reach out and touch him, but the Ancient Egyptian Yugi suddenly flees.

Then Yugi hears a scream, and the city is shaken again as a massive green dragon flies overhead. He runs out into the street to see the dragon heading to Kaiba Corp, where it descends on the tower. He knows this dragon, it’s Timaeus (from season 4). He has a suspicion that something has got to be Kaiba’s doing, and starts heading that direction.

Along the way, he bumps into a what he thinks is another mirror of himself, dressed in period British royal clothing. But upon looking up he’s staring into Yami’s face. He’s bewildered at first. The man stares at him with no recognition. And this “Yami” is also terrified just like the ancient Egyptian Yugi had been. Yugi tries to call him Atem, but the man doesn’t respond to the name. He gets that same uncomfortable feeling he gets from AI-tem. That “this isn’t my Atem,” feeling. And instead of staying, he runs from this British royalty Yami.

He continues to stumble upon a few more versions of himself and Atem on his way to Kaiba corp. that feeling of intense dread growing, something is very wrong. At the base of the Kaiba Corp tower he encounters his Atem. Except it isn’t his Atem. This Atem is pale like Yugi is. And looks like Atem used to look when they still shared a body. This odd pale Atem turns to him, and actually looks upon him with recognition and reverence. This pale Atem speaks to him in a voice he’s missed so dearly, calling, “Yugi!”

Yami runs to him to pull him into a hug, the most tightest of embraces. Because the chaos unfolding in the city frightened Yami. And the last thing he remembered was getting separated from his Yugi by a flash of light and energy. So he’s thrilled to see his partner and he pulls this Yugi into a tight hug, and tells him how glad he is that Yugi’s safe.

And Yugi just short circuits. He just can’t. He hasn’t felt Atem’s touch or presence in YEARS. And this pale Atem recognizes him, sees him, looks upon him with love and adoration and reverence. This Atem is embracing him the way he’d always wanted Atem to embrace him.

And that’s when Yami realizes this isn’t his Yugi. Because he can FEEL how thin and fragile this Yugi is, in a way Yami’s Yugi never was. When he pulls away that’s when he sees the tired, defeated, despondent agony that’s wracked this Yugi for years. Because he’s realizing, this Yugi isn’t his Yugi. This Yugi looks weary, and older. Worn down by grief. This Yugi is thin like he hasn’t been feeding himself. This is not the Yugi he had been with just moments before all the chaos. This is a Yugi that spent the last few years without Atem, and dying inside.

But all Yugi can see is the Atem he used to have. The person he wants most.

Even as Kaiba returns to the present day with having kidnapped Yugi’s Atem from the afterlife. Yugi and Yami (pale Atem) enter Kaiba Corp to find Kaiba being loaded on a stretcher, to be taken to the hospital, his little brother fretting over him. And Yugi’s true Atem is standing in the front room bewildered and raging. Screaming at Kaiba for ripping holes in time and space.

Cue all of them being tasked with combing the city to find all the Yugis and Atems that got scattered across Domino.

Anyway, the whole AU is basically most of the puzzepile gently coaxing DSOD Yugi and his Atem to reconcile, reconnect, and rekindle their relationship. And Yugi being absolutely unwilling to let his real Atem get that close, because he just CANNOT experience that heartbreak again. But it ends up starting with Yugi holding Atem at arms length, not allowing himself to get close again, because he knows Atem will have to leave again and he cannot experience that heartbreak a second time.

They start with a series of small moments that build into bigger moments. Slowly the two of them dismantling walls and rekindling the trust and devotion they once had, but with a romantic element to it now

Meanwhile all this is happening, Yugi bonds with all of the other Yugis and Atems, each of them carving a place in his heart. All of their threads of fate intertwining. Because even across time and space their different incarnations and versions are drawn to each other. A bond that defies even the gods.

[bananaleaves]

back on my bullshit and talking to myself again but I'm really obsessed with how julie and miller haunt each other through time

like, assuming that the protomolecule means that weird shit in space and time can happen, and given that their consciousnesses both end up in there, I think they're just giving each other little flickering beacons to light their way any time they can and to share in each other any time they can, jumping around in each other's consciousnesses through time

he sees julie when he's on the verge of giving up or walking away and it's the sight of her that reminds him of what's at stake. she's the prism through which he sees and understands humanity because he loves her so much

and it's that she genuinely stands for what she says and what she believes, that she's a fighter, and that she doesn't take anybody's shit. she's honest when he's long lost the ability to believe in that honesty

and the one time that we see her see him (though i really think there must be more, like that man has seen her favorite tree) -- he is the one person who never turned his back on her, and who represents for her this safety and loyalty that she could never find. and who knows what shades it adds to her belter advocacy arc?

home never existed to either of them, and they hide from it (him) or try to chase it (her) and everything is emptiness until they find each other (yes, i did recently rewatch home and when she echoes his words back to him about the job he was on????? ("kidnap job?"))

not only do I think they're soulmates, i think they've been telling each other stories about each other, about them, through space and time so they could be together even in the moments when they're not and can't be together (when he riffs on how she got her scar and his partner is like oh did she tell you that and he's like yeah maybe??)

the necklace rosary and the photo that he keeps for his faith, the words that she repeats to him that echo through time, the words of his people that she's taken as a tongue for her own

like they were destined for each other from the beginning, and maybe they knew each other for a moment, if that, but maybe they dreamed of each other for their whole lives and afterlives, maybe their love is just a dream they dream forever and that's salvation

[figureskatingpenguin]

presenting the 2024 junior grand prix finalists:

🇯🇵 Mao Shimada (JPN)

🇯🇵 Ami Nakai (JPN)

🇯🇵 Kaoruko Wada (JPN)

🇰🇷 Yuseong Kim (KOR)

🇨🇳 Yihan Wang (CHN)

🇫🇷 Stefania Gladki (FRA)

alternates: Jia Shin (KOR), Mei Okada (JPN), Nayeon Ko (KOR)

[maodear]

Those who told me writing Fanfics & role-playing are cringe when I was younger… WELL THEN IM STILL CRINGE!!!!!!!! TAKE IT OR NOT!😡😡🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺😡🐺

AUGehHhHhHh

[cypherptqueer]

You beg for me to understand, to come back, to turn back time like some sort of miracle. To a time when you were softer. A kinder "you" who deserved the warmth of love that you think of as a waste on some mongrel who only knows how to bite. You look into the mirror and you see yourself.

I'm you, you are me. Neither of us is deserving of love.

[seoafin]

every time i come back on here i've missed 8 breakdowns 4 fandom changes 6 username changes 20 different fandom discourses

[renlup]

we're bringin' it, we're bringin' it back... fireball

... season 4 is on the horizon... yumematsu time is approaching

[misseverandever]

Did Rikuson really want to propose Maomao?

Well, that's just my way of thinking, but I've come up with some proofs, heh.

When Rikuson asked Maomao to come to Lakan's house more often, well, I think he wanted to see her more frequently. I sense a genuine interest in his words here.

Maomao reacts like... Maomao! I feel sorry for him, sometimes she can hurt people's feelings without realizing it. But I can't judge her. After all, he asked her too much. At that time, she couldn't stand her Old Fart at all.

After Rikuson left the conversation, he went to connect some dots. It's not explicitly written, but you can assume that he's going to find out if she's already involved with someone, if he can continue flirting with her, and what type of woman she is and her occupation.

I'm pretty sure he's got everything because he pulled her to dance, grabbing her wrist, and he wants to provoke someone, like you know who. Well, it's worth it, when they're dancing, he sees that the rumors are all true.

He wanted to laugh so hard, Lakan's daughter is already impossible, and now Moon Prince's interest? It's really over.

Maomao doesn't like this situation at all. She knows what typically follows when a man touches her or is alone with her, especially if he has his hands on her waist.

He knows what he's doing here, he wants to dance with her almost facing him. (ngl I kinda love this)

He tries to rouse her, but she continues to play dumb in these romantic situations, insisting that she's only there for her intelligence...

well I do think that she really deserves that Jinshi way to act....

''Please remember that you aren't a disinterested third party" I know that Rikuson trying to say is: '' He like u dummy common" but I also feel ''he's not the only one interested on you" ( is my way of thinking if you disagree its ok)

THEY ARE SO CUTE sorry Jinshi He propose after very kind words that Maomao used after he open his heath and say to her the way of his mother and sister died in front of him and he couldn't say a word, cry or move. Maomao take the propose has a joke, but... it really is? After that, he hasn't been with Maomao anymore. Both are avoiding each other… He looks kind of sad.

I thought that Rikuson could be a good rival for Jinshi, but I was no match. He doesn't stand a chance.

[talk-danmei-to-me]

Drank too much rum whilst co-oping bg3 with my bestie and now I’m writing Ranwan banging in a sauna/bathhouse because why not?

[hotmonkeelove]

I was going to wait till I post the third chapter in Oceans of Time, but I'm not sure how long that will take, so I'm sharing now! I made these dolls to get a feel for the modern versions of Mey, Sebby, Ran Mao, and Agni in my fic. I was always set on Mey-Rin being gothic lolita, as I think it fits her well. I was also partly inspired by this design, as well as the idea of a less ero Misa Amane. Ran Mao is a full on ero loli, being much more confident about her body. (Also, as I have them reincarnated as cousins and bffs, I imagine them collecting the gl line of My Melody and Kuromi accessories. It fits their aesthetic!) Agni is their other bestie and roommate. I made him a goth punk in part because his hair reminds me of Billy Idol (though not as much Otaki from Oh My Goddess does). Sebastian's look was inspired by his off-screen clothes from The Making of Black Butler II, only a bit more goth, as he chose it to appeal to Mey-Rin.

I'm working on three fics in total at the moment, and I definitely want to get more done on this one soon. Anyway, enjoy!

[theredcuyo]

I just had this like concept of a character that would've been interesting for Erha (idk, this shit won't leave my brain)

Which is if Taxian-Jun had actually accidentally had a child with Song Qiutong, which yeah, i know he tried his best not to, but imagine

Spoilers and further info below the cut

Also imagine because it would give Mo Ran +points on atractiveness because dilf AND could serve as foreshadowing (ifykyk)

Imagine this child who he would be very conflicted about because obviously he didn't want them to be born but at the same time, he doesn't want to be what his father was either, because more than feeling some connection for being blood related, he sees a part of himself reflected on them, after all his hatred for his father is part of his memories

And he would be kind of like how he is with Wanning? Like, sometimes nice but most of the time an asshole, maybe he would try to evade contact all together for the most part and then just silently spoil the kid?

And tbh i don't think that Son Qiutong would care much for it? Being too busy trying to still win Mo Ran's favor, like obviously she wanted to have it since it could keep her alive (didn't actually work for that) but probably just leave it for the most part to a nanny-

And thEN-

The heartbreak because this is still Erha, is that Chu Wanning would actually take care of them, because it is the child of Mo Ran, because he feels some of his guilt about failing him as a teacher reflected on this child, because maybe he can do right at least making their suffering less?

I do wonder if once he finds out about the flower he would tell them or not, because they would be hurting about why their father is like that, why Taxian-Jun contradicts himself so much, why is he so bad to them and then turns around to spoil them rotten?

Anyway, the kid will probably grow attached to Chu Wanning somewhat (not knowing much of the whole situation around him, not connecting the dots between "Consort Chu" and him) and not understand it when he dies, then ask his dad who says that Wanning is just sleeping-

Then Song Qiutong dies, and the kid would be even more torn against his father but then-

Then Taxian-Jun makes everyone flee the place and he makes old Liu take the kid with him because he knows that as soon as he's dead the child will also be hunted down (Even worse since they would be a Butterfly bone Beauty feast, i don't remember the exact name but yk) and the kid again doesn't know how to feel about all this, and they try to at least see Chu Wanning one last time just to discover his body and then be taken away

Then Mo Ran dies

1.0 would still be kinda hateful towards the child, with Moments here and there where he remembers them, but for the most part he's like "Good ridance", until the little Xia Sini thing-

I'm not saying he would treat his shidi like the kid, but he would treat Xia Sini as how he should've had treated his own, and he starts realizing this, probably having a stronger reaction to what goes down in the illusion, because he might not know what it feels like to have a wife you love but-

But he wonders if the kid was able to make it safely to adulthood after he left? Is it too bad he hopes for it?

And then during the whole transition to 2.0 he genuinely starts regretting how he treated them, but he also realizes that if there really is one person he can never apologize to or make up to is this kid who now would never be born which is probably for the better because he's horrible and all that-

He would jokingly wonder if Nangong Si marrying Song Qiutong would end up in him being father to this child? Which is for the better tbh

And then he gets very sad about this kid again when he knows Song Qiutong is definitely dead and that definitely destroys any possibility at all-

But he does not have time to duel on this because the story is not waiting for him-

Anyway, the whole debacle of the mountain, and Taxian-Jun coming and stuff-

Now, corpse Taxian-Jun still has a complex relationship with the kid, because for the most part he refuses to see them or even allow them around, and in the meantime the kid met that timeline's Xue Meng (Who has very conflicted feelings about it, but ultimetely the kid joins side with him)

Someone everyone but the kid knows though, is about no one being allowed to treat them like they weren't human (iykyk), like that's literally an order from the emperor even if the kid is trying to kill him

Hua Binan did try to get to them but to no avail since the kid knows he's on Taxian-Jun's "side" and won't listen to any of it

The child only gets brief glimpses of 2.0 Mo Ran, but is very hurt about the whole thing-

He has a similar reaction to the other timeline's Xue Meng when they see Chu Wanning and at the end, even tho they wanted to stay they are pushed into the other timeline-

Now, the ending could be either of two-

They stay in sisheng peak with Uncle MengMeng

They become a rouge cultivator, since they don't feel like they fit in

Either of the two has the character being sort of close to MengMeng because of the previous timeline, eventually kind of patching up their relationship with Mo Ran 2.0, having a cold war truce with Taxian-Jun and probably being petty about Chu Wanning's attention-

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Did i just create and oc

Yeah i think i did, it was accidental though and is mostly just a concept, no gender, no name or anything, if you want to take it and make something out of it go ahead (although i feel like it would fit better if they were a guy, for the sole purpose of looking a Lot like Mo Ran, to the dismay of Chu Wanning and Xue Meng, and to make even more sense as to why they would be hunted down since it would be the "fallen crown prince", although Song Qiutong's apathy would be more likely if the character was a girl because succesion rights and stuff)

The concept reminds me of one of the tarot readings for the hanged man, which is someone who falls victim of circumstances that they have no power over at all-

I will admit that a huge part of me writting this is just to give the moron dilf points in atractiveness