#thoughts... lots of htem

[joyridingmp3]

i played some songs on guitar at my parents house and my family were super nice about it. they said they liked my finger tapping and that it sounded cool and then my mum was like you should join a band. it was really fun and a really nice day. i didnt mess up any of the solos/big bits in front of them which was a huge relief

[dervampireprince]

hi :) im autistic and your ocs ambrose and arden are my special interest at the moment, and i was wondering if you could tell us a bit more about them? <3 tysm i love ur videos

aw thank you! and oh uhhhh... i'm not great with broad questions, if you have anything specific you wanna know about any of my ocs you can ask, but general "tell me something about them" i can't answer. /nm

[gojonanami]

❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 ! ❞

❝ SATORU GOJO KNOWS JUST HOW TO KEEP YOU COOL DURING A HEATWAVE - WITH HIS D!CK !! ❞

✧ pairing: satoru gojo x reader

✧ summary: it’s a heatwave in tokyo and who better to spend it with than satoru, who has an interesting idea of how to pass the time — fucking the heat away.

✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, porn some plot, best friends to lovers, tiny bit of angst about suguru, inappropriate uses of popsicles, fucking in the heat, ice play, sex (p in v), oral (f!receiving), fingering (f! receiving), cum eating, cum fucking, pussy drunk satoru, implied multiple rounds, fanart by @ / umbra3terna on twt / tumblr (pls go follow htem, they are so talented)

✧ w/c: 7,161

“It’s so fucking hot,”

“Then let’s fuck to cool off.”

What? 

You stared at the strongest sorcerer, his face flushed red, heat clinging to his cheeks, white locks blowing in the cool breeze of the fan, his shirt lifted up to cool him or maybe to tempt you, his melting popsicle dripping onto his burning skin — and your eyes flicked to the blue liquid slipping down his abs, then back to his face. 

The low buzz of the fan filled the silence between the two of you as you stared at him, “what?” The question slipping from your mind out your lips. 

Satoru Gojo had far too many outrageous things leave his mouth — he was insolent, arrogant, and even mildly violent (mostly towards Ijichi) — but you didn’t know if it was him or the heat — but you were considering it. 

What the fuck was wrong with you? 

(Him. It was him that was wrong with you.)

It was a heatwave in Tokyo. The one rare time you hadn’t been sent away on a mission, and you couldn’t even leave your apartment with the heat warning issued. Not to mention your central air breaks down, with a repairman nowhere in sight. 

It was just your luck. 

You rub at your eyes — and you weren’t sure if they were burning from your sweat or your lack of sleep last night. You’re blasting your fans around your apartment, stripped down to your shortest shorts and lightest tank top. You’re walking around your kitchen, using a takeout menu to fan yourself as you watch your order drive towards your place. There was no fucking way you were cooking in this weather. 

And you see a phone call come through — Gojo Satoru’s name flashing across the top of the screen. You sigh, contemplating ignoring the phone call, but you know he would only call a million times more, and you pick up. 

“Why did it take you so long to pick up my phone call?” and you shake your head, placing the call on speaker as you watch your takeout arrive at your place. 

“It literally rang twice,” Satoru’s patience had not changed since your time Jujutsu Tech — as you glance at your contact photo, a picture of him dressed in Shoko’s skirt from your school days, with Geto snickering in the background — though a lot of things had. 

“Two times too many,” you knew he was pouting. 

“Satoru, unless the next words out of your mouth is an offer is to fly me to a place where the weather is better, I’m gonna hang up on you,” you sigh, making your way to the door, opening the door to find Satoru standing there, looking far too stylish in a white t-shirt, his blue shorts hanging low on his waist, and sunglasses perched precariously on his head, your takeout in hand, “what are you doing here?” 

“Well I thought you wouldn’t  want to take a beach day with me unless I showed up to your place. Ta-da!” he lifts up a duffel bag, seemingly stuffed to the brim. 

“Satoru, there’s a weather advisory out. I’m pretty sure all the beaches are closed, and even if you’re immune to heatstroke, I’m not,” you step aside to pull him inside, the humidity sucking the little cool air you have in your apartment, “why did you think going to the beach in this heat was a good idea?” 

He shrugs, “An excuse to get out of the house, plus, my apartment’s cooling is out—“ 

“So you thought even if you couldn’t go to the beach, you could steal my A.C.?” you sigh, collapsing on the couch, “well too bad because mine’s busted too,” you glance over, but your gaze doesn’t find Satoru, seeing his paintbrush head stuck in your freezer, “you’re going to melt—“ he turns around to have a blue popsicle stuck in his mouth and you almost snort at the sight, “bring me one too.” 

“What should we do?” you murmur, sticking the popsicle in your mouth, as you laid back on the couch, sucking on the end of it, “watch a movie?” 

“It feels too hot to do anything but lay here,” Satoru sighed, the crinkle of his second popsicle white noise as you scroll through possible movie options on your phone, until you toss it away, metal overheating just as you were. 

“Well, we have to fucking do something other than just burn,” and you glance over, his white tee rolled up to expose his stomach as he ate his popsicle, and you raise an eyebrow, “what the hell are you doing?” 

“What’s it look like? Enjoying my popsicle,” he half mumbles as he continues to suck on the colored ice, “it’s better than it getting on my shirt,” You watch the popsicle drip onto his exposed abs, liquid pooling in the crevices of his toned muscles, you lick at your own popsicle, catching the drops off the melting ice with your tongue, wondering how much sweeter it would taste to lick it off his abs, “see something you like sweetheart?” 

His teasing words and wide grin pry you from your reverie with the subtlety of a crowbar, and your cheeks burn, as you roll your eyes, “You’re a dumbass,” you mutter, and he snickers at you, as you avert your gaze from him, and go back to eating your popsicle. 

You don’t miss the way his eyes linger on you as you slide the popsicle into your mouth, and you definitely don’t miss the way he eyes you as you suck at the fruity ice, before letting it slip from your lips, leaving only the tip of it pressed against your lips. 

“See something you like, Satoru?” and he has no reaction, shamelessly staring still, as he tilts his head. 

“I do,” he says without missing a beat, lifting his gaze to meet your own, “are you offering?” and you blink, before looking away — why was everything with Satoru a game of chicken? A bull’s rush to the line the two of you refused to cross, but did everything to pull the other over it. But neither of you had faltered, not in all these years. 

Not since the very last summer just like this. 

The sun had sunk past the horizon line, the summer night only predicated by the harmony of cicadas and the humidity that still stubbornly clung to the air, despite the sun being long gone. And that’s when Satoru had knocked on your door to tell you — tell you what had happened with Geto. 

He was gone. He had left. And he wasn’t coming back. 

And why was it that the signs were all there, laid out before you like directions to where he was going — and you didn’t see them, obscured by his empty reassurances and your own selfishness. 

You didn’t blame Suguru. Not after everything that had happened with Riko, Haibara, and everything else. But when you saw Satoru before you, despondent and broken — not a single inch of his usual flippant humor present, not a bit of his joy that he always had. But a part of you wanted to blame him — blame him for hurting Satoru, for hurting you, so prolifically. 

But you couldn’t blame him all the same. 

Satoru had spent the next few nights in your place, even sharing your bed at time, waking up with his long limbs tangled with your own, his face often buried in the crook of your neck, and you could see the evidence of dried tears on his face, despite his best efforts to cover his own tear tracks. 

“Do you think I could have stopped him?” he had asked you that night, his head laid in your lap as you flipped through the channels of the shitty TV you had brought from home and refused to replace, “do you think he would have listened?” 

“I think Suguru is even more stubborn as you are — because you were stubborn enough not to listen to your best friends,” your fingers cupped the bottom of his chin, “there wasn’t anything you could do — you can’t help someone who wasn’t willing to accept it,” 

“I could have made him,” and his skies contained in his eyes were infinite — just as he thought of himself — but he wasn’t. Because unlike the sky, he was human. 

“No, you couldn’t have,” you flick his forehead, and he pouts up at you, “and sitting here and wondering what ifs will do nothing for you — except drive you and your very excellent best friend crazy,” 

“Lucky for me she loves me even when I drive her crazy,” and you roll your eyes, a smile pulling on your lips, as he stares up at you, your fingers mindlessly tracing the length of his jaw, feeling the quake of his body as he shivered under your touch. 

“Very lucky,” and you could feel the pull between your bodies, the ever so slight way you leaned, willing for once to cross that line for him, for you — but he turned on his side, facing the TV instead of you. 

“What should we watch?” 

And you had promised yourself that night, you wouldn’t let your feelings get in the way of your friendship, you wouldn’t do that to him — because you knew he had already lost too much. 

But now—he was the one trying to cross the line. 

You stared at him, before scoffing, “Shut up,” but you were too afraid to let him. Your eyes drift back to the TV, leaning back against the couch — it was for the best this way, “think the heat’s getting to you more than you admit,” 

“Maybe,” he hums, as you finish your popsicle and sigh, leaning back on the couch again, with a groan. 

“It’s so fucking hot,” you sighed, leaning back on the couch, head hanging over the armrest. 

And you could feel his gaze on you, undeterred from before, “Then let’s fuck to cool off.” 

You almost think you heard him wrong, as you slowly lift your head to look at him. You must have heard him wrong. Satoru was known to make bad jokes or say ridiculous things — but not like this. And you find a smirk across his lips, but the heat in his gaze had not a hint of humor in it — burning hotter than the sun taunting all of Tokyo. 

“What?” You don’t know what you want him to say — say that it was a joke, say that you heard him wrong, or just say it again. But your eyes can’t pull away from his, the blue of his eyes pulling you close instead of pushing you away unlike his technique by the same name. 

“You heard me, sweetheart,” he tilts his head, biting into his popsicle, letting the tip slip into his mouth, “we could fuck the heat away,” the idea slips so casually from his lips, as if he was recommending a movie or a book, and not fucking you here and now. 

“Satoru—“ your voice is chiding, you’re shaking your head, but the couch creaks as he leans forward, the remnants of his popsicle slipping down his abs and through his happy trail and seeping into his shorts, “don’t fuck around—“ 

“Do you think I’d say that to you of all people just to fuck around?” he raises his eyebrows, and your words flee your mind just as you wish to, but you sit, wondering if this is a literal fever dream from the heat, “you don’t have to think about it so much,” 

“Don’t I?” you scoff, shaking your head, as you get to your feet, wiping the sweat from your forehead, “Satoru, why—“ 

And he’s getting to his feet, wiping the melted popsicle on his stomach with his white shirt, no longer caring as much as he said he did. And you can feel the heat radiate from his body, all consuming just as this heatwave was — clinging to you even as you tried to keep cool, sweat dripping off your flesh like the pleas that left your lips. 

“I’ve thought about this for too long, too many times,” he murmurs, fingers brushing against your cheek, featherlight as if you’d break apart under his touch, “we’re sitting in your place — it’s just you and me. You’re asking why, and I’m asking why not?”’

“I don’t want to sleep with you just like that, I can’t. I want it—“ you cut off, but he doesn’t let you turn your head, hand cupping your cheek now. 

“You want what, sweetheart?” Your mouth was impossibly dry, the words unable to force their way from your throat, “tell me, please,” and the pleading in his voice breaks you. 

“I want it to mean something,” and his gaze softens, as your eyes meet his again, a ghost of a chuckle on his lips, “it’s not funny—“ and he’s daring even closer, a hand sliding down your side. 

“It’s funny because you could think I would ever want anything that’s to do with you to be only meaningless,” he murmurs, words fanning your skin, and god it was so fucking hot. Between the temperature, his closeness, and his words, you were sure you’d pass out, “do you know how many times I wanted to do this? So many times during the days and nights we’d spent together, I wanted to just reach over and pull you into a kiss,” 

“Then why didn’t you?” your brow furrows, “and why now?” 

“Because I’m tired of waiting for a sign, for something in my head to tell me it’s safe, that you won’t disappear,” his thumb rubs back and forth, “just like every good thing in my life,” 

“I’m pretty sure you’re stuck with me at this point,” and his lips curl, a breath away, “Toru—“ 

“Can I kiss you?” and you almost laugh at the absurdity of the situation, but you can’t, the heat so thick it feels as if every molecule of your body was on fire, and the only thing that could quench the flames was his lips. So you just nod wordlessly. 

His lips find yours. It was chaste, a brush of his lips against yours, the lingering sweetness of the popsicle dancing on your tongue. It’s too soon that he’s pulling away, your lips mourning the absence of his touch already. 

“Feeling cooler?” his words warm your lips, but even so you’re pulling him back into another kiss, lips sliding against his firmly, his fingers tangling in his hair, wanting nothing more than to melt into his grasp.

And you part your lips from his for a moment,” Not at all,” and your eyes flicker to your refrigerator, “but maybe we can cool down.” 

“Fuck,” Satoru shivered, and he wasn’t sure if it was your lips against his pulse, or from the drag of the quickly melting popsicle against his burning skin. But neither of those compared to the soft groan ripped from his lips as your tongue dragged up his side, following the sticky, sweet trail of melted ice, mixing with his sweat, “well, am I sweeter than ice cream?” 

He’s too sweet. 

He’s certainly sweet like this, laid out on your bed for you, his shirt long discarded, his shorts about to join them. Soft pants made his chest rise and fall, slowing and quickening with your touch — his pulse thrumming under your touch. 

But he’s also sweet with the way he looks up at you, soft eyes to match his smile, as if he was made to look at you like this. And a part of you wanted to believe he was — even if most of you couldn’t quite believe it. 

Your lips curl, humming as you press a wet kiss to his sticky skin, “i don’t know, I need more time to make my final decision,” you lick up the length of the rapidly melting sweet, droplets of sweet sugar water dissolving on your tongue, but you knew it really was nothing compared to the taste of his lips. 

But you weren’t going to tell him that. 

You take a bite of the popsicle, before leaning down to kiss him, letting the ice melt between your tongues, as his fingers tangled in your locks, and soon enough he’s rolling you onto your back, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. 

And he leans forward, eating the last bit of the popsicle from the stick, “Well it’s my turn to taste now,” 

“You can’t even wait your turn for this, huh—“ the last word is a squeal as his fingers slide into the waistband of your shorts, snapping it against your heated skin, flames licking everywhere he touches. 

The melted popsicle runs down his muscles, rivulets running down the contours of his body, before dripping onto your burning skin, nipples pulling taut from the sticky sugar. He leans down to tease one nipple, sucking the melted liquid off, before doing the same to the other. 

“I’ve waited long enough, sweetheart,” and he’s dragging your shorts off, thighs crying out in relief as the cool air of the fan did it’s job to ebb away the heat ever so slightly, drying the layer of sweat, “I don’t want to wait another minute,” 

“So impatient,” you chide teasingly, voice lilting and yet he looks at you with a half lidded gaze, sending a wave of heat right to your core. And the way your thighs press together doesn’t go unnoticed, fingers splayed against the plushness of your thighs, forcing them gently apart. Your cheeks burned, and this time not from the weather, “Toru—“ 

His cerulean eyes find the wet patch of your panties, a smirk pulling at the corners of his pretty lips, “Don’t think this is sweat, baby,” he teases, fingers skimming over the damp spot, “or should I make sure?” 

“Satoru—“ and your chiding is cut off by the sinful press of his fingers to your clothed cunt, his dark eyes lidded as they watch your slick soak through the ruined panties already. And you can’t help the way your hips buck against his hand, “you motherfucker—“

“Funny coming from the one humping my hand,” he grins, and his thumb grinds down against your clit, his other slipping under your ass to knead the soft flesh, “maybe it is sweat and I should just leave you to cool off,” his fingers slipping away, delicious friction that your cunt was already spread open, wet, and willing for— 

A whine leaves your throat, an all too pretty noise, “Toru, please, I—“ and his fingers are hooking in the fabric of your panties before ripping them off, quite literally, the sound of tearing fabric making you gape at him, “what the fuck—“ 

“It’s too hot for these anyway,” Satoru pockets the panties in his shorts, “look at this, you’re burning up,” he stares at your leaking pussy shamelessly — because shame was a word that Satoru Gojo did not know, “and I think I know just what to do to cool you down,” his head leans down, blowing softly at your inner thighs, over the sweat mixed your pre that coated your skin, your folds twitching, just as the corners his lips did, “so needy,” 

“You’re the fucking worst,” your words a mutter unfolding into a gasp as he drags a single finger up your leaking folds, gathering your slick on the tip of his index, and then he’s tracing a slow circle around your clit, “Toru,” your words are half pleading, half pouting. It’s so hot, his touch only serving to make you sweat — literally and metaphorically. You were sure your sheets would be ruined after this — and not just from your sweat. 

“Lemme savor this, you kept me waiting so long, Princess,” his reverent words pressed against your inner thigh, teasing butterfly kisses that make you squirm, a flick of his sharp tongue that tastes the sweat against your skin, “how’re you this sweet? S’perfect,” his words are seemingly more for him than you, pussy drunk without even taking a single sip. 

But not for long. 

His nose bumps against your clit, tongue flicking against the seam of your messy cunt, eager fingers pulling the sticky, sweaty skin apart, and your cheeks burn with how exposed you feel—and how self conscious you were. 

“M-maybe this isn’t a good idea. I’m really sweaty—“ and the flat of his tongue drags up your sopping pussy, and fuck, good wasn’t enough to describe it. 

“Then I better clean my nasty girl up, right?” he cools your sticky skin with another soft puff of air blown between lips glossy with your precum, making you whimper as he pulls away, “one sec, sweetheart, think I need reinforcements,” 

The creak of the bed as he scurried off for a moment making you lift your head, an embarrassingly strong ache between your legs making you whine, legs closing, as you bit your lip, “Toru, what the fuck—“ 

And he’s back, but not empty handed — a glass filled to the brim with ice, a grin on his lips, “ready to cool off, Princess?” 

~~~ 

“A-ah, too cold,” you whine, and Satoru can’t help but disagree it’s far too hot — and it wasn’t the weather. It was you. 

You were always hot. You always had been — otherwise how else did you melt his icy demeanor from the moment you met? Too big of a chip on his shoulder from all those years spent at the lonely top of his clan, and you had no problem keeping company up there while kicking off his pedestal. 

Fuck, you’re so pretty like this. Gasps pulled from spit soaked lips, chest rising up and down, and your legs spread open just for him. You shivered as he dragged a half melted ice cube along your collarbone, water trailing behind that he was more than dragging his tongue along, the sweetness of your skin mixed with the tang of your sticky sweat. 

How had he resisted for so long? 

It had been years and years of pining. Of late night spent watching movies, of days spent fighting alongside each other, and even more days spent trying to get home to the other. And all that time, he still had stayed at the same distance. 

Because it was safer. It was easier. But he wasn’t know what it was — the heat, patience wearing thin, the fucking sight of your smile even in this fucked world — but he couldn’t stand it anymore. 

Not without you by his side. 

“Think the ice would beg to differ, sweetheart,” he hums, as he presses a kiss over the pooling ice as it melts right above the swell of your breast, “I’d say it’s much too hot,” your nipples grow hard under his treatment, a hiss leaving your lips, as he sucks the ice water from one nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Toru, fuck, please—“ your words cut off with another gasp as he buries his face in the swell of your breasts, licking up the valley, before his lips find your pert nipples, lips closing around, sucking and licking, before nibbling at the skin. 

“You always this needy, pretty? Or is it just for me?” his words are said teasingly, but his eyes are just as desperate as yours, fingers dragging down your sides now, “better be just for me,” he mutters more to himself than you, as you gasp, ice cold fingers prying your thighs apart, “heh, what a mess you’ve made,” his fingers skim your dripping cunt, and he lifts his fingers to spread them in front of your face, your pre strung like spider webs between them, “don’t think sweat’s does this, does it?” 

And he turns his head, pressing kisses to your thighs, a glorified slip and slide from your sweat and pre alike, but how was it that you still tasted so sweet? A whimper escapes your bitten lips, his breath warming your pussy, a puff of air blowing over your twitching entrance, eyes sliding to the glass of melting ice. 

“You put a fucking ice cube in me and I’ll—“ he snorts, but grabs an ice cube all the same. 

“Only I belong inside you, baby, nothing else,” and he presses the ice cube to his lips, your eyes hypnotized as you watch him drag it back and forth, until he lets it slip into his lips, melting as he leans down, “now let me cool you off,” he presses his lips to your clit, a short kiss that has him melting all the same. 

You jerk. Cold. His lips tingled as his lips enveloped your clit, and his tongue was no better. Fucking freezing, a yelp that he rips from your body, as you can’t help but squirm. But he doesn’t let you get away that easily. Because nothing about the two of you was ever easy. 

His fingers press into your hips, arms pinning your body to the mussed sheets of your bed, as his tongue circles your clit, cold ebbing away with each stroke, until he’s lost in the warmth of your pussy. 

And Satoru only could wish he set up a camera — so he can watch you again and again with your gaze hazy with lust, tears welling like the condensation on the glass on making your eyes just as glassy, but you stared at him all the same. 

So he might as well give you a show.

“Fuck, could live in this tight cunt, you’re gonna be the only sweet thing I drink all summer,” the only summer drink he will settle for — the only thing sweeter than sugar itself — and he only one he wants. His tongue parts your folds, sinking deeper past your entrance, until he’s practically tongue fucking you, face buried in your cunt.

“T-Toru, ngh, too much,” and it was all too much for him — your soft moans, the lewd squelch of your pussy, the tremble of your thighs as he ate you out, and his tongue pulls back a moment, choosing to focus on your clit, as he sinks a cold finger inside, “fuck!” 

“Now you’re getting it, Princess,” he coos, and your scowl only lasts a second as his thick finger fucks you open, “gotta make sure I fit don’t I?” 

“You’re so fucking full of it—how about less talk and more—“ and he presses his erection against your leg, letting you feel how hard you’ve gotten him, and how fucking much he could cum in his boxers here and now. And you whimper, pussy clenching at the sight of him, “Toru, how will you—how—“ 

He’s so fucking big. 

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart,” and he’s slipping in a second finger, as his tongue laps at your clit, “I’ll make myself fit,” and he would be the only one who would fit, the only one that could fuck your cunt, have his fingers curling deep, the only one making your head loll back against the pillow, “she’ll let me in, fuck you right, make sure I can carve out a nice place for myself — when I fuck every inch of her,” 

And his fingers piston into you, surely pruning with how your pre slips down his wrists and the wet sounds of your sloppy cunt grow louder, almost louder than the moans you make. 

Almost. 

“Said I’m the fucking worst, but it sounds like I’m the best, huh?” and you’re too far lost in the pleasure, nodding your head, as he’s fucked all the logic from your mind — leaving only want behind. And it seems like you both were on the same page now. 

It was nasty, the way his tongue took turns lapping at your walls, before teasing them open with his fingers. The way his sweat dripped down his face and mixed with your pre as he glued himself to your pretty pussy — and he was sure he could die of heatstroke with how fucking warm your pussy was. 

And he would die happy. 

But he knew you were close — with the way your hips were nearly grinding against his face and fingers, spit mixing with pre as he pulled away a moment, continuing to hit every spot that drove you to the edge closer and closer, “G’nna cum already, baby?” His taunting lilt makes you scowl, even with how far gone you were,  “s’cute, is it that easy?” 

“T-toru, I swear—“ and his lips latch to your clit, sucking hard, right as his fingers find that spot—and he swears your soul leaves your body, your body tenses under his touch, lovely lips falling open with his name on it as you cum. 

Well, more like squirt, your release making even more of a mess of yourself, the sheets, and him. It splatters across his face and hands, and he’s groaning, vibrating against your cunt, as he fucks you through your orgasm, sucking and slurping every drop you gave him. And it’s a feat as you absolutely drench his mouth, slick, sweat, and spit, dripping down his jaw. 

And he’s a fucking vision, once you get it back, far gone in the pleasure, as he continued to lap at you, until he finally pulls his fingers from you, and your eyes flutter open, chest rising and falling as you watch him lick each one of his digits clean, sliding him into his mouth, “what? Y’know i love my sweets,” his tongue then darts out to clean your slick from his face, before wiping the rest off. 

You’re reaching for him, eager fingers finding his shoulder, as you tug him on top of you, before flipping him with ease, so his back hits the mattress. He stares up at you — and god, did he always look at you like this? And how did you never see it — and how would you ever stop? 

“Princess—” but you don’t let him protest, lips meeting his, a soft groan as you taste yourself on his lips, palms sliding down his sticky chest, and your lips journey downwards, ghosting down his body. Your lips linger over his raised nipples, tonguing and teasing them, a hint of sweetness that lingers from his popsicle undoubtedly. 

“And you said I was sweet, you’re the one covered in melted popsicle,” you mumble, and he smirks, but his reply melts into a groan as the tip of your tongue traces the ridges of his abs, “can’t take it, Toru?” 

“F-fuck, can you blame me, sweetheart? Been thinking about this for too long. Wanted nothing more, nothing more than you,”  and your lips graze down his happy trail, a sharp inhale as he shudders as your fingers dip into the elastic of his boxers, tugging it down.

He’s perfect — just like every part of him, almost annoyingly so, if you weren’t too busy drooling over it. Swollen tip flushed a deep red, while the rest was a perfect blush pink that you wanted to paint your cheeks with, glossy with precum and sweat, begging to be touched. 

And you were more than happy to oblige. 

He nearly cums then and there when his cock grazes your cheek, smearing his pearly precum across your face. You turn your head, letting his tip drag over your lips, painting your lips with his pre. 

“Shit—“ he sucks air between his teeth, fingers digging into the sheets of the mattress, “not gonna last long at this rate—“ 

“I’ve barely started, surprised the honored one hasn’t cummed in his boxers yet,” he pouts, before he’s hissing as your lips press teasing kisses to your inner thighs, “can’t handle the heat?” And the tip of your tongue licks at the pubes above his cock, the melted sugar water clinging to the skin there, leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock— “then maybe you shouldn’t have started this—-“ 

And his fingers sink into your flesh, and now you’re on your back, sweat making you nearly stick to the sheets but you could care less with the sight above you. His cheeks flushed as he looks at down at you, but his lips curled in the same grin he always had, “oh, I’m going to be the one end it,” 

“End it? Don’t tell me this is the last I’m seeing of you,” vulnerability creeps back in a moment, and his fingers traces the curve of your cheek and down to your lips — “didn’t take you the type to hit it and quit it,” 

And he snorts, “I didn’t take you as the type to know what that means,” but his thumb rubs back and forth across your bottom lip, “but do you think after all this time I could ever quit you?” 

His fingers grasp at the base of his weeping cock, groaning as he teases your entrance with his tip, marking you with his precum, your gasp making his dick twitch, as if it’s begging to be inside you. “All of this is for you,” he grunts, guiding your hand to his chest, feeling his heart thus underneath your palm, “it’s always been for you,” 

“I’m starting to think you didn’t wanna just fuck the heat away,” and he laughs, his tip kissing your entrance, just as he brushed his lips against yours. 

“Well, who said that was the only reason?” And he’s sinking inside you, inch by inch. And there far too many fucking inches. He groans at the sight of your folds, swallowing his cock whole, walls stretching around his length, “look how good you take me — this perfect pussy was made for me, isn’t that right?” and you’re nodding wordlessly, lips parted in a silent moan, as your walls pulled him deeper and deeper, “not g’nna be able to control myself, shit, feels too good, princess,” 

“Feels too good to be like this,” you’re panting as the words leave your lips, your eyes glassy with lust — Satoru swears you could look at him, and it would be enough for him to fuck you all over again, “too big, Toru — you gonna fuck me stupid,” and you can feel his dick grow, pushing against your walls as he bottoms out, and you whine in return, “hngh, I wasn’t being serious—” 

“So tight,” An almost guttural hiss pulled from the back of his throat, and he’s smug as he looks down at you, mouth fallen open, “I’m always serious about fucking you stupid, sweetheart,” as he lifts your legs, pressing them to your chest, your ankles dangling next to his head, as he kisses the soft skin there, a wicked grin, despite the sweat trickling down his face, “it’s the one time I can be smarter than you,” 

He’s torturing you. Torturing you as he grinds his hips roughly against you, the lewd noises of your sloppy cunt and the sticky perspiration between your bodies deafening, yet still won’t give you what you want. More than that, the heat between your bodies was too much — flames engulfed every muscle with every brush of his body against yours, every twitch of his dick inside you, and veins full of fire rather than blood. And you were sure you’d spontaneously combust in this heat, and he’d still fuck you all the same — letting himself be swallowed up by the fire just as well. 

Your moan was almost unrecognizable to you, the pleading in your voice bone deep, just as the heat was, “Please, Toru, move,” and he’s grunting, and you know he wants you — has wanted you all these years, and he only smiles at your words, a short laugh on his lips. 

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” and his fingers dig into your hips as he begins to fuck you, hard and fast. His balls slap against your skin, the noise ringing in your ears, and your cunt resists every time he pulls out — as if you never want him to go. And he never will. He can’t stand the thought of anyone else seeing you like this — see the way your lips part in moans; the way your eyes glaze over in pleasure; the way sweat drips down your face, running down into the divot between your tits; the way your tight cunt bulges at the sides as you take his dick so well — no, this is a sight just for him, “s’pretty, and all for me,” 

You’re already s’close after all the teasing all night, the sounds of his grunts and groans doing nothing to help as his tip rams against your cervix, and you’re sure his dick is fucking places you only dreamed of reaching, but still you can’t help but want more—so much so that the word slips from your mouth. 

He laughs, fingers pushing on the slight bulge in your stomach making you gasp, the sweat of his palm mixing with your own that gathered on your stomach, “Even when you’re getting your guts fucked, you want more, sweetheart?” and his fingers rub meanly at your clit, pinching and pulling at the sensitive spot as his tip hits that spot that has your vision blurring again and again, “I’ll give you anything you want, because you’re mine,” 

And you’re surprised the bed frame doesn’t break as he begins to slam into you, but it does creak, begging for a break, just as you had begged for this dick. Your eyes water as he rams into you, rutting like a dog in heat, and maybe he was — maybe you both were. 

“Toru, Toru, I’m close, s’close, I can’t—“ and you’re so cute, like this, whining and begging for him, for the thing only he can give you — and he’s twitching inside you, and he knows he’s not far behind. 

“Cum for me,” he nearly orders, and his words are the thing that makes the ribbon of heat in your cunt snap. Your toes curl, as you cum hard around his cock, walls squeezing and shuddering around him as he only pistons into you harder and deeper, intent on making you feel pleasure in every inch of your body, and he’s shifting your legs, hands helping you wrap them around his waist, as he ruts into you, chasing his own high. 

You’re boneless and long gone, as your chest bumps against his as he fucks you, but you still manage to find words to push him over the edge, goad him as you always did, because you know right where to touch (especially now). 

“G’nna cum inside me, Toru? Fill me up with your release?” and he swore he lost the ability to breathe, heat and your words stealing the breath from his lungs, as he ruts into you, mix of sweat and sex making his head spin, but not as much as your sweet cunt does. 

He’s close, he knows he is, especially when he looks to see the ring of cum and sweat around the base of his cock, and when your fingers thread through his white locks, thumb rubbing against his undercut, to pull him back into a bruising kiss, right as his cock hits your deepest part again—

“Cum for me, Toru,” and he does, uncoiling at your command, spurting thick ropes of cum inside your walls, painting your insides, as he fucks it deeper into you with every roll of his hips. Debauched groans leaving his lips as he murmurs how perfect you are, because you are — even more than he could have ever imagined. His thrusts slow, the sticky sweat and cum drenching both of you and the sheets alike. He pulls himself gently from inside, groaning at the loss of your warmth, but also wondering if your cunt doubled as an oven — the cool air of the fan sliding over his bare skin a relief. 

He eases onto your side, pressing sweet kisses all over your face, before you bury it in the crook of his neck for a moment, before pulling away, “You’re all sticky,” you wrinkle your nose, with a whine, and he laughs, a shit eating grin on his lips — more euphoric than sarcastic. 

“Well, who’s fault is that?” and you’re pouting, brow furrowed. 

“The same guy’s bright idea it was to fuck in the middle of a fucking heatwave,” and he props himself up, the sheets nearly glued to him as he took in the damage, mussed and ruined with the mess of cum, sweat, and spit all over, “you’re buying me new sheets,” and he chuckles, leaning over to peck your lips. 

“I’ll buy you a new bed if you ever let me do that again,” and you shake your head, eyes fluttering open and then closed, as he nosed as the column of your neck, completely fascinated with the way your skin was glowing still after all of that, “you just gonna doze off after all of that? Such a nasty girl, we gotta clean up after all that, don’t we?” 

“Don’t wanna get up,” and he chuckles, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head, but the touch seems to make you whine, “fuck, but its so hot,” 

“And yet I didn’t hear you complaining when I was fucking you,” he tilts your chin up, glazed over eyes fluttering open to meet his, and how was it that your gaze alone was enough to want him to pin you down and fuck you all over again? “Told ya it was a good idea to fuck the heat away,” 

“Except when it ends up like this,” and he sighs, the creak of the mattress underneath, as he gets to his feet, “what are you—ah!” he’s lifted you into his arms, sweat soaked bodies sticking together nearly as he carries you through the living room, making a small pit stop to grab two ice cold water bottles, sounds of the TV still floating through the apartment, towards your shower. 

“Who said this heatwave was over yet?” 

A weather report was playing, a snippet Satoru caught before he shut the door. Reports say the heatwave is going to continue for the rest of the week. Residents are advised to stay inside until things finally cool down!  

“You hear that, sweetheart?” as he sets you down, turning on the water of the shower, letting the cold water soak you both, as he loomed over you, pinning you against the shower wall, “guess it’s just you and me for a week,” and he opens the water bottle, taking a sip before pressing his lips to yours, forcing you swallow the water, tongue seeking after it. 

His fingers rest below your chin, as his lips ghost over the curve of your jaw and the slope of your neck, before his teeth graze the hollow of your throat, as his fingers sneak down to tease at your aching cunt, sinking in to stuff his cum dripping down your thighs back inside, “lucky I know just how to keep you cool, right?” 

✧ a/n: its been super hot here where i live and i'm dying so i want gojo to come fuck the heat away.

✧ taglist: @mysticaltigersorceress, @kentocalls, @biblioth-que, @dreamtardisspace, @augustwinesworld, @totallytatum, @hanxyy, @sxnkuna, @spindyl, @rosiesroseas, @kxouri, @elisaj313-blog, @theelegantpotato, @peppertoastuniverse, @alwaysfreakingout, @being-me-is-not-a-sin, @pompompurin-rambles, @catsgomurp, @admirxation, @ninikrumbs, @equanimoushuman, @mysticaltigersorceress, @eightantseatingapplesss, @notgoodforlife, @satowooo, @gojo-gets-me-wetter, @ivypinsss, @fayyyrieee, @hcn-eyes, @designerpvssy, @mua-for-now, @sukunabish, @fushitoru, @spider-fan72, @suguwife, @forest-fruits-jam, @pinkyvomit, @ranatherealestsigma, @gojosbrat, @megumibrainrot, @pxppygirl

[chenyuvale]

y e s

you get it im so glad

guys hear me out

they pretty much embodied the thing called fire x water from their designs, their characters and their roles unlike any other fire x water ship (for me at least)

diluc is more on the power side, and his element motif is fire, it represents power and destruction which is straight forward

ayato's the mind, and his element is water, and water may not be as deadly as it looks but idk how to explain it

(I found it somewhere at tiktok where they compare ayato and diluc to fire and water and I couldn't find it 😭🙏)

and they both use their strength in the shadows too, ayato's scheming behind while diluc defending modstandt with his power

they are basically speed and power too (reminds me of sonknux lol) and their elemental skills say it otherwise, almost like fire and water (water isn't really related to speed but maybe like streaming water??)

also their color pallets say it all, red and blue is such a common color combo and they are red and black and blue and white

and I think they would head butt each other if there are some ways they got some time to know each other, I can see teasing and competing with each other in some way

I can see diluc seeing ayato's playful and mischievous side behind his formal side

[adachimoe]

Persona 4 anime sound drama CD #1, "I guess I'm not lucky after all"

Adachi isn't in this one at all (GIVE ME BACK THE HOUR I SPENT LISTENING TO THIS???) so this is not quite as in-depth lol. The drama adapts some of Yosuke's Social Link and also depicts August 15-20th in-game where the protag would either work at Junes or go to summer school with Kanji and Rise. It takes place concurrently with episodes 13/14 of the anime. (In episodes 13/14, the calendar shows the festival on the 20th and the watermelon on the 22nd, so the customer event must be on the 21st cause of the timing w/summer school.)

Yu, Chie, and Yukiko are hanging out at Junes while Teddie works at the shaved ice booth. Rise and Kanji aren't there because they got stuck in summer school. Yosuke thinks he's run into a bit of bad luck - he lost rock paper scissors and has to run the Junes customer appreciation event on Sunday. Yu, on the other hand, seems to have rather good luck. He offers to buy Yosuke a soda, and he's a lucky winner so he gets 1 free drink. Yosuke opens his soda and it's all shaken up, but Yu opens his and it's fine. (Like Yosuke's rank 4 SLink scene, two Mean Girl employees complain at Yosuke about their schedules.)

Yosuke goes over to the Dojima's to do summer homework with Yu. (This is combined with the segment from Yosuke's Social Link where they're in Yu's room, Yosuke asks him about The Goods, then Nanako comes up and mentions she is going to a friend's house.) Yosuke's bad luck comes up again, and he asks Yu if he knows a fortune teller. It turns out that Yu does, kind of.

Yu takes him to Tatsuhime Shrine where Margaret has a tent set up. She sits behind a cloth and has Aria of the Soul playing on a stereo lol. Yosuke thinks he was born under an unlucky star/planet sign, and asks if Margaret can do anything about his future. She very quickly replies that it's impossible. Rather than relying on her, she suggests Yosuke try to change himself, and points out of how Yu went through a lot this summer, pushed himself, and underwent change. She thinks Yosuke still doesn't see what's important, but new experiences will help him discover new truths.

One of the older girls who works at Junes, named Kazumi, calls Yosuke and says she can't work at Junes on the customer appreciation event day. To replace her, Yu and Chie end up agreeing to help, and Chie also volunteers Yukiko to come. (Kazumi is mentioned in Yosuke's SLink. The anime drama made her a character who Yosuke briefly interacts with.)

Come the actual day of the appreciation event, the Mean Girl duo from earlier hears that Kazumi doesn't have to work during the event, and they complain at Yosuke. (This incorporates the Yosuke Social Link scene with this where the girls shit talk Saki, his rank 7 scene, then Yu intervenes and says he feels bad for Saki.) The 2 girls leave work during the event, and Yu calls in Kanji and Rise to replace them. Since it's Sunday, the 2 of them won't be at summer school.

Yu boasts about Yosuke running the event to Nanako, and she thinks he's amazing, and that the roof is like some kind of amusement park. Yosuke downplays this, as he was only thinking of this as something he ended up doing cause he lost rock paper scissors.

During the limited time sale period, a stampede of women rush around Junes buying things that are on sale, and we lose both Teddie and Kanji, who Yosuke sent to die on the frontlines by assigning htem to herd customers around while him and Yu restock products. RIP in pieces, our fallen brothers in arms. After the sale period, Yosuke gives a speech about The Power of Friendship. Just like Margaret said, he didn't see what was important, but now he does. This whole time, he thought he was so unlucky, and that's all he could think about. But he has such good friends who show up and support him like this, and having them all here with him by his side makes him feel like the luckiest person ever.

...and then like 10 seconds later, it begins raining, and Yosuke realizes that his luck really is god awful.

[theosconfessions]

if youd like to read the stephens from the beginning you can over here:)

if youd like to read the stephens continued you can over here:)

@ohsosims

river- hey...

blake- oh heyyy! hey

river- hi

blake- [smirks] hi.so.

river- so feels like i havent seen you in like a month.

blake- i know..i um. i was visiting my daughter. her birthday.

river-oh!

blake- yeah so i took a few weeks and went out there. i wouldve texted you but you said you needed some time so.

river- oh yeah. i mean i didnt text you either so .

blake- right.

river- how is nellie? and her..mom?

blake- [smirks] both good. lucy still hates my guts. thought that wouldve faded in time but at least we're TALKING? i guess. cant rely on my parents to go get my kid for forever you know. so its something.

river- yeah it is. i

blake- um i missed you though... a lot

river- you did?

blake- of course i did. i was kind of nervous to come back here though. see you again.

river- what why?

blake- for one because i didnt know how much what we did would fuck with you know..us. and two i was kinda nervous that you and isla would work it out while i was gone.

river- cant see that happening.

blake- oh..sorry man..i think.

river- [smirks] youre an asshole

blake- a little bit of one yeah . anyways not that im pressuring you and if youre not ready for what im going to ask you to do with me than okay cool

river- fuck you again?

blake- RIVER! is that all you see me as?

river- shut up

blake- [laughs] no i was going ot ask if you wanted ot maybe go to the movies with me later. i think your parents are personally escorting me to a clnic before that but after? im free. i mean ..if you want.

river- like a date?

blake- yeah i um. i hope so . but if youre not cool with that then we just go as friends.

river- no i mean...

blake- no?

river- yes. no i mean yes ill go with you

blake- jesus christ you scared me

river- sorry i dont know why youre making me all flustered and shit.

blake- scoffs.. all good..no you know how i feel when im around you all of the time

river- [smirks] hey im soryr my parents are being,,,

blake- no no i told htem i would. least i could do for being a fucking idiot.

river-so..a date.

blake- so a date

[ilovefreedelahoya]

it's over...

i finished beyblade burst quadstrike...

*deep breath*

it's yap time...

for starters, while many go "oh they're just milking it for profit"

im lactose intolerant but that doesn't stop me from eating it all up

i also got 40 cents in my wallet and cry everytime i look at the price of beyblades

doesn't stop me from enjoying the show

cuz i just watch it for the plot

(the plot in question-)

theres a lot of controversy abt quadstrike because it's not canon but i also think it's not that bad

i only watch beyblade for a certain blonde boy and the only reason i binged quadstrike in a day was to see him for one frame of the last episode

anyways

I think pax and pri were pretty good characters

and the ending was really satisfying, seeing valt battling belll and all the other characters watching them from around the world

i think Rantaro should've had more of a comeback, Phi, Hyde, and Payne are definetely related

I liked how they brought back Ken and Xander and the other mcs from previous seasons, BUT I WANTED TO SEE MORE FREE DE LA HOYA AND SILAS AND KRIS FOR THE LOVE OF BEYBALDE-

OKAY-

Kris and Wakiya should've worked together as these tournament commisioners.

Ashtem should've returned and Pax shoudl've been the "red eye" of quadstrike

more free de la hoya content please-

who was the blue haired kid----

idk, maybe some reference for another not-canon series or beyblade x

i really wanna find the manga- somebody help

I FREAKING NEED MORE BEYBLADE CONTENT *screams*

*insert more yapping*

Hyuga is autistic.

once again, so happy to see old faces like toko, nika, fubuki, suoh, cuza, clio, zac, akira, diago and his bro bro, rantaro, FREAKING KRIS, lui, gabe, ukyo, quon, so on and so forth-- and just-- It makes my heart happy

im satisfied with how it ended

not satisfied with how other seasons were like how free should've been #1 blader forever- but he doesn't have plot armor and gets nerfed every season....

i just

I just really like seeing htem all

im gonna start bawling

i really need an autism diagnosis so i can throw it at takara tomy and beg them to make more beyblade burst content.

should i watch beyblade x? is free de la hoya in it? no, so that means no.

guess im gonna write more fanfiction

anyways. im still confused as to why bell emphasized dynamite battle system as using significantly lighter beys just to plop on a bunch of armor layers that make it heavier.

but that's dyanamite battle things.

Pri is transgender. no cap.

catboy ken midori. this whole time i thought keru was a cat

xander is transgender. on valtryek

everyone in the series is either gay, autistic, transgender, or all of the above or some mix of both.

actually all the girls are lesbians but not autistic or trans except Pri, Akira, and the other mohawk person with orange and purple hair-

like you can not tell me that Illya is not a lesbian- RASHAD GOODMAN IS A FREAKING LESBIAN. HE GOES AROUND WEARING A FROGGING LESBIAN FLAG I CANT.

[colorisbyshe]

Honestly, while I am culturally christian, I think I was always an atheist. Like... I never really believed it. In Sunday school, I questioned stuff and corrected stuff. I witnessed a lot of tragedy as a kid and was immediately like "Well, at the very least a BENEVOLENT god wouldn't let this shit happen if they were all powerful, so the math isn't quite mathing."

But... I did do the "I'm more logical than you morons" bit as an edgy teen with edgy atheist friends. Thought myself so logical I completely missed the basics of "Lots of people do not have belief in the literal rhetoric of their religious texts and instead partake in religion for hope, community, guidance, and a way to make sense of things and to an extent we ALL have illogical ways to rationalize our lived experiences" which meant... I was the moron. I did not get it because I did not have the emotional capacity to, at the time. I was angry at the idea of God and I was angry at the people who used religion against me and did not give space to other people's understanding of the world.

But even as that worst version of myself "wins" and the world gets more secular, I do think it's funny that like truly EVEN NOW atheism really isn't given the same grace back. Like there's so much push back against being fully, completely skeptical and not "irreligious but spiritual" or like... passively Christian.

Like, no, I actually don't see God in the beauty of the universe or feel the need to ascribe intent to the flowers and the wind. I don't feel watched over or think humans persist through things like souls. That extends to even the "fun" bits of spirituality--astrology, actual belief in ghosts and magic don't even provide me entertainment, like even musing about htem being real makes no sense to me.

And that bothers people a lot.

And it bothers people a lot to recognize that people being vocally atheist are actually...still punished for it? It's rare to have out (and I hate using that word here but it's good shorthand) atheists in office or in media. Atheists in many ways are still seen as threats to the moral fabric of society. Or at best we're stick in the muds.

So, it's just like, okay, some of us ARE still obnoxious assholes but... like do we really get no grace back? No understanding that actually atheism can be a source of hope, community, guidance, and a way to make sense of things? That it can be beautiful, doesn't have to come at the expense of other people, and is... less likely (but not immune, at all) to be a way to control other people??

We honestly should push back on A LOT of passively religious shit happening in society. Mostly the Christian stuff, like that's my lane, but ex-[insert religion] people or people who are forced to live in proximity to [insert religion majority] should have the space to interrogate and even be cruel towards the beliefs that have, most likely, been used to hurt them in some way.

Because religion is, constantly, being used as an oppressive tool. Even when the religion itself is full of innocent people with good intentions. And the fact that we've kinda lost space to debate that or interrogate that isn't beneficial to anyone. Including people within the religion.

[jjcocker]

hi this is a pinned post

(working on a fanzine w a friend .. check it out if y want to!!!!!!)

yo

✦ i have a bunch of names n im too lazy to list them all, just call me yuri

🇧🇷 might mess up my english at times Sory,

🏳️‍⚧️ im trans and remix3tengokic (gender that EYE coined heeheee), he/him/ele/dele, heart/hearts (note that um im still kinda trying out neos u. yEagh)

aspec (now questioning where Im at, but surely aspec)

a Miner (⛏️)

also block #ventpost if u dont wanna see my waa boohoos,,, thats all that tag rlly is

++ i dont have a real.. set dni list? i just block whatever I feel uncomfortable or grossed out with 👍

✦ i like a lot of stuff, mainly fixating on rhythm heaven rn

self proclaimed rhythm heaven himedanshi,

i do at least oen million thousabd typus per day

also i love the rapwomen i slOVEVGJD I LOVE THE QPWOMEN SO SK MUJC IM. I KSJFJDBJD

look aat them. please

fun fact abt me loving the rapwomen I Especially love the blue one to the point I even questiones if I was fictionkin bc of her......i mean I projected SO much stuff on her2the point I can say shes literally me,

what else do i sayyyyyy uh

i am also the 3rd strongest rockershipping warrior (im cureently beign Obnoxious about them rn,) so ahhm. block dat tag too if yuo dont wanna see me posr about htem. or nto idk,

✦ if you wna draw me (which if u do i Love yoy/p) heres. my sona,,,, finally threw an updated refsheet together- w a few changes made but Eyah

Woo-hoo!

✦ i have a bajillion sideblogs!!

some of them r:

@kii-yan (kii-yan rp blog, quit)

@rap-women (blog where I am Double the insane for the rapwomen)

@rhythm-userboxes (blog that I Really sshould post on again bc i have requests but is STILL inactive to this day, its a blog 4 rh themed userboxes)

@uhn-uhn (was gonna just be a namesnipe but I impulsively made it a blue rw rp blog. in a hiatus but because i dunnohow to start it)

some other blogs that are just namesnipes

thats .longer than i thought itd be

✦ + in case this goes to merda my discorf is @/rapwomen (without the / you.kniw what J mean)(and I also have a shitty bird site account but uh. idk dm for that one ig)

extra. images that Describe Me/silly (+ blinkies!! jj one made by me, the rest made w blinkies.cafe)

🩷🩶

teehee

[hintons]

explorers: chapter 10 directors cut 🧿🧿 soc + time loop is so good!

chapter ten!

okay so when i first came back to fandom, it was pandemic and palm springs came out and it is one of my favorite movies ever as a time loop movie and a romance movie. i did write a time loop fic then, but in the years since i think that i can be a little bit more ambitious and challenging in my scope. time fics are not new in the outsiders fandom, but very little with specific time loops.

almost every friend i've had for years has heard me thinking about approaching it again in one way or another. i think there's more than what can be done than we've seen; everyone rewrites saving dallas or johnny, i stuck htem in a loop but didn't resolve it. but... i feel like there can be more.

so i started researching more. i looked up types of time loops, i scoured ffa threads about time loops and time loop fics, and i even sought out more films about time loops. (infamously, to me, i was pinning a lot of hopes on repeat performance from 1947. but that movie was more of a dud for me. my fault, i built it up in my head too much!) and i kept thinking around it and i think it latched onto my need for another soc au. i think soc au is a rich, unexplored land and i have variations in my brain.

and i guess one night i thought, "what if i just. put them together?" the idea of a version of soc au where canon or something like it occurs but ponyboy is on the other side of the conflict changes the name of the game. instead of a fic where we're having pony save dallas or johnny as a greaser, we have a reconsideration of events from a perspective of someone who's a soc.

what i wrote for explorers is — well i need to explain that explorers is where i put answers in asks games in and where i post drafts. think of it like a sketchbook i allow the public to see. almost everything in there is what i call "brain soup" where i have ingredients in a pot cooking but i don't know what all it will be. so it's a test kitchen and i perfect it until it's not soup anymore. so for that, i've been toying with the idea that this version of soc au and a time loop is predicated on the idea that it won't resolve until ponyboy and dallas come to an understanding about each other as greaser and soc. so they, i think, start out the loop as partial or total strangers and then both of them slowly realize the other is in the loop with each other and they have to figure it out.

that's about the barebones, and it's why i wrote that part with darry because, something i also don't see focus on, is what happens when you leave the time loop. what happens when you're out of it, and you have to readjust? ponyboy and dallas got used to life being kind of cheap and now they're both suddenly each other's person and they can't just freely harm themselves or others because everything isn't going to just magically reset! so it introduces new angles and conditions, i just am still working it out.

[treezxu]

Something I've learned about character design that everyone and their mothers have said on this app and that i disregarded because i thought was stupid and actually was awesome is

DRAW UR OC. A LOT. BEFORE YOU MAKE A REF

Like it genuinely will save your life. Take some time to just draw htem over and over again, and then draw them from memory without a reference of any kind. See what sticks!!! It will save your life!!!!!!!!

That being said i wanna design some new ocs so ill be back <33

[amelias-calamity-quintet]

For the Fanfic/Author Ask Game :D

8. What is your favorite line/section from [insert fic]? For GoS and/or MoaH! 17. What is something you recently felt proud of in your writing? 23. What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Oh, thank ya, @doubtfulloser! For GoS & MoaH too, I will do my best!

8. What is your favorite line/section from [insert fic]? For GoS and/or MoaH!

Oh man. Let's start with GoS, that's all out (technically). Sections in GoS, generally the final arc is some of my favorite, but the farewell with Echo still hits me every time I look back. For similar reasons, so does the credits chapter, but the one with Echo just always makes me cry. But I think probably when Link and Zelda finally kiss. There was some reworking of the story I realize doing this, but the kiss finally happening in the end section just fits them so much better.

For MoaH? God, that's hard cause there's so much favorite in what I haven't released yet. Like there this relic tutorial section in book 4 that was so much fun. And a ton of scenes to pick from with Hamuus in book 3. The relationship between Link and Syd in book 2 and how that culminates was really meaningful.

I guess from book 1, Firestorm. That chapter finally gets the main duo on the same page and it just. Mmmmm! So good.

17. What is something you recently felt proud of in your writing?

It's honestly really hard for me to pick things I'm proud of, not because I'm not proud of my work in general, but because I have a really hard time identifying what is meaningful to others and like. Specifics that I'm proud of. And storytelling, as much as it's for me telling the story, it's also about hearing how it impacts others. That's why comments really help me, because they tell me what I'm doing well. I genuinely can't identify this very easily.

With that said, I'm proud of my ability to emulate vibes while remaining my own thing. One of the comments I got most regularly on GoS and am getting now on MoaH is that they feel like games. And that's what I wanted to write! The fact that GoS & MoaH both hit that goal while being their own, and being their own independent of each other, is a huge goal of mine. They are obviously connected, but I want them to be standalone too as works, so I'm glad we're continuing to hit that.

23. What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Haha, oh, plot bunnies. I do try to avoid them. I learned my lesson with the five-way release cycle of 2017. Yikes! Problem is though, if I have an idea, I usually have to write it down to see if it survives. So we're going to play on the technicality of not having written a lot (by my standards) and go from there.

I'm really looking forward to getting back to my other three (RA, CoL, & DAD). Also looking forward to getting them imported over from Wattpad too so more folks can read them to tide me over on hiatusing htem until MoaH is done. I've had some ideas on GoS prestories about Link's parents. I have some notes on a modern AU of MoaH to use for a prompt challenge that would be fun (some notes in EH's Discord for that). There's some original legends thoughts about Lorule after the quintet is all done. But I think that's all that are generally "unstarted."

Thank you again for the ask!

[hirokiyuu]

ok i did a huge ship meme for fun. if you read it u have to like this post. also i have more thoughts under the cut

some of these are copy pasted from twt so if u saw it there u can read them again i guess. theres some new ones also. perish by my hand

at a glance

yuujin calls leona "leona-san" until theyre both old n gray. they probably try "leona" a few times but it feels weird to them. leona's fine w/this

love languages are what they prefer to receive rather than what they naturally give wwww if it were that way around id switch it LOL. high natural compatability

"problematic a bit" in the sense of. well. if youve played twst. youve met leona. u see how he acts around mc at first. u kno.

dynamic stuff

i dont think leona would've had a Relationship relationship before. fwb? fucking around w/ppl? sure. but a Relationship? sounds like too much work

yuujin meanwhile had World's Shittiest Not Boyfriend before isekai'ing. mostly fwb but yuujin did have feelings and also he was the only person yuujin was ever like. emotionally close to beyond their sister. so

? on caretaker for leona bc its definitely not Traditional Caretaking but he does put in the work to help yuuin in ways they do really need. still.

? for yuujin mostly bc if they had to do more caretaking like they did for their sibs theyd die but also they do help leona how they cna. u kno how it is

re:attachment, theyre both independent but yuujin is more likely to pull Away if shit happens while leona is more likely to get territorial (lol) this is probably the only thing that ever causes any real fights

idk if i'd call it "wants to Corrupt yuujin" but leona definitely does sometimes wish they were less of a good person. not always. but sometimes.

nsfw stuff

being used is situational for yuujin bc when theyre into it theyre Really Into It but theres also a chance itll trigger them really badly. u kno how it is

my pillow princess leona agenda strikes again

i htink leona is in theory fairly ambivalent abt topping/bottoming but in practice if he tops he's expected to do more work. so.

theyre both shameless during sex but occasionally yuujin will remember they have Feelings for this guy and this guy has Feelings for them and they'll get flustered. they can nad will talk abt sticking their tongue up this man's ass w/o batting an eye but the moment anything abt Liking each other comes up? they get a little shy LMAO

the sex is pretty good for both of htem but again. leona is lazy. yuujin is hte one doing all the work.

particulars

re:things to change, if leona were a more classically Good Boyfriend (ie more demonstrative, trying harder, more obvious w/his feelings etc) yuujin would absolutely run. so. leona's personality is a good (?) thing

engagement

(looks at the checklist) (points at leona) Go King Give Us Nothing!

the one abt killing the other is v like. dependent on timeline i think. leona might be more willing at first but over time i dont think hed be able to.

yuujin is technically the pursuer in their rship at first but leona definitely catches the Big feelings before yuujin does. lmao. eat shit loser

tbh their communication style from the outside probably looks pretty callous. a lot of talking Around things and giving each other shit to hide the fact they both Hate talking straightforwardly in some respects. the kind of couple that never ever once say 'i love you' to the other even tho they're both aware they do (eventually)

they touch a lot, in terms of pda they're not obnoxious but usually leona will have a hand on yuujin's back or yuujin will be on his arm or w/e. leona generally initiates if theyre out in public but yuujin doesnt mind they just dont start it usually wwwwww

re:expectations, i actually dont think leona expects too much from Yuujin Specifically, just in general. but also. in some ways i dont think he believes he'll get it. if that makes sense

OK THAT WAS REALLY REALLY LONG if u read this whole thing thank u tell me if u like them. i am rotating them constantly

[the-firebird69]

and we fight these asshole macs too they are shitheads here.rude dead shits and blab like little brats. faggots too. and we see too he is hearless fn homo and tries to threaten our son showing what he does to loyal troops of his.and we take care of he shit and yeh tons of you famous ones are dying lately. and stan and garth are chased by him. and yes they are jerks but this guy is a sick asshole. when yo go to youir little movie again or first time we follow whipe out your fools get info. and we do it mostly they are there, watch and wait to try to get them out. but no we dont need to sit round.

andtough titty ok woman. w e do it and tonight we hope.

also

they are in trouble the little ma c proper badn of thieves tht came here. st on the intel. ketp them from recalling. now they die and or leave they cannot stay. the mac proper run but the call outo those who harrassed them and then leave. to make sure no it is to stop them. we beginnow andneed them in

--also there are a lot of these dopes going out and in and all day here we need them out. tons of them need it here. and we see to it.

--a lot died today from cumulative radiation sikcness yes. a lot and more in the rings. and together a lage number. huge yes. it is large. we found them at us no they are quieter but still yammer. blab. about 700M in the rings no two billion yes. and another million by sickness. the hospitals are at critical levels. keep him out of here they say. or your goneand mean it too. tons do stop these. yes. and are ont htem in moments true. the local popultoin lost a million so 5.5 to 4.5 and it is the main core and thus the leardership is down to 2.7 % and pseudo empire 5.4% and abismal. the clones are at 17% and falling faster now. tons are in here and die. tons. now the morlock leadership goes now. fast. and are the ones taking hits here. 2.7% is very low and they drop down by tommmorrow am to 2.35 or so. and wont stop yelling dumb sh and are hated by all.yes. john r leaves soon and has to is dying of cancer and cannot recover here. went fishing. died. yes at home. and is now at about 65% chance of survival if he treated it now and the doctors of his agreed and his son dropped to 45% and will drop further tonight and will not make it and w do se him fail in the future...dies a lot. and they leave and try to make it in central florida. andar out fast and they die a lot for a month anc come here seldom. and try to sneak in inside demons...and well tommy f planned it. and we hit him hard shorlty...will plan it. and a lot see it the two go al ong with it it heals them and they seek clone bodies. tons say it hit the jerks when out and do try a lot.

this is coming up soon. tey are both at fifty percent survivl and are withering. shall leave in a day or two we think. if not theywilld die here permnently and the nightmere ends. cheesemean is at 70% chance to live. and they die and deserve it badly.

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues and my husgand says to chceesemean he thought he woul die earlier he says no thanks but really he did. and there you are. alive and kikding nad planning on treatment no way

[crosscheckings]

i feel INSANE

i'm gna make a separate post w the more relevant stuff about the q&a and stuff that carter smith talked about so this is just all the personal stuff and me losing my mind lmafaooao

so. basically. me and my friend only heard about the screening on thursday night cause kyle posted about it on instagram and we realized that the theater is 10 minutes from our house, so we bought tickets on friday specifically to the passenger screening/q&a (it's a whole fest but we just bought tickets to that block). we get there and as we're checking in the guy who runs the fest asks how we heard about the screening thing and i was like "oh one of the actors posted it on instagram!" and this man goes "was it kyle?"

and i was like. record scratch "yeah it was kyle" and he was like "oh cool i'm buddies with kyle, we're making a movie!" and then because i am insane i pulled the saint benson candle i made out of my bag and showed it to him and he DIED and he was like "can i take a picture of this??" and ofc i was like yeah absolutely and then he was like "oh kyle will love this" and i was like WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNN and he was like "yeah i'm totally gonna send him this" and i was like ok i will die

and then we went into the theater and sat and there weren't like a TON of people there but a solid amount! so seeing the movie in a theater on the big screen was fucking incredible and it just. man. was so cool and then after it was over the guy running the fest (brandon) was like "is carter here?" and we hear "yeah i'm here!" and the guy who was two seats away from me the whole movie stands up and me and my friend just look at each other like

and i had literally crushed my cup in my hand during the last diner scene like this

anyway the q&a was lovely and i'll talk about what he said in a different post in case ppl don't want to read all this nonsense lmfaoaooaf but he's very smart and has such interesting things to say about filmmaking and it was just very cool to see his thought processes and approaches to filmmaking

after the q&a as he was coming up the stairs i was like "hi carter i'm the insane person who messaged you on instagram asking if i could bring my poster to have you sign it" and he was like "oh absolutely!!" and we walked back to the lobby so he could sign it on a table and we talked about how much i love the movie and i told him it's my #1 on letterboxd and a guy that was with him laughed LMFOAOO and he was just so nice about it. the festival guys had a pro photog there who took pictures of carter signing my poster so that is out there somewhere i am sure. also i showed carter the candles of saint randy and saint benson and he also died and was like "oh i am sending these to johnny and kyle" so he took a couple pictures of them as well and is going to send htem i'm bagjnkljkhfsdgjladfkhjlgdjlhkfgdfghjlk

and then afterward everyone met up at a bar and me and my friend talked to one of the woman filmmakers who did one of the short films we saw before the passenger and was AMAZING she won an award later that night which was so deserved and then we were just standing around talking and carter came over to us and we just hung out and talked!! we talked about the movie but we also talked about other stuff like his fashion experiences at FIT and his photography and some of his other films. he said a lot of cool stuff about the passenger but i'll save that for the other post to condense the info

we took a picture together but i dont want to post me on here lmfaoaooa but he gave me the biggest hug when i left and he was just so friendly and really cool and i'm absolutely in shambles

also just checked and kyle reposted the fest's post about me and my friend and the picture of the candles and i am going insane in my room dryheaving on the floor etc etc

ok bye

i will have to expand on my thoughts tomorrow when i’m more coherent and not absolutely reeling but. carter smith is an absolute darling and seeing the passenger on a big screen in a theater was so amazing. the q&a was great and then hung out with carter at a bar afterward and got to talk even more and he took pictures of the saint candles i made and said he’s going to send them to kyle and johnny and i’m just. ABSOLUTELY REELING

[persephunee]

LETS TALK “IT’S OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY” AKA, PSYCHO BUT IT’S OKAY 

There is so much I want to say about this kdrama that I think some of it is going to have to be in dot points because I don’t know how else to string my thoughts cohesively. After watching episode 9, it’s further cemented how much I love this drama, how amazing I think the entire crew behind it is, and how I think this drama is such a huge step in the right direction in creating conversation about not just mental illness, but what it means to be human. It tests/pushes the viewers compassion and empathy constantly to show us just how important it is to break stereotypes. Do not get me wrong, I don’t think it’s absolutely 100% the PERFECT depiction of mental illness however you have to give it some leeway as mental illness is such a vast topic to cover and ultimately everyones experiences with mental health is going to be different.

Disclaimer: If you have watched this drama and find certain things offensive, or interpret things different to my opinion I understand. Everything I say here is what I think and feel and everyones entitled to disagree. I also love to discuss things in depth so please feel free to reply with your own thoughts!! 

THE ENDING SCENE WAS SUCH AN emotional punch in the gut. The way they used the running joke of the show (where the characters ask who someone loves more and don’t get answer) as a build up to this climax where Sang Tae’s emotions that he’s been internalising, explodes is just... see you know that this is going to happen but the WAY they did it was phenomenal? You felt Sang Tae’s pain. And even though prior to this you can assume that he was traumatised from that event and Kang Tae’s words, it was both amazing and excruciatingly heartbreaking to see him finally verbalise this and release all this pent up resentment. He loves his brother so much and he feels so much pain thinking that the only family he has left wants him dead. It puts into perspective all the scenes where he’s terrified of Kang Tae being angry with him. Because he’s terrified his brother will hate him so much and leave him to drown just like he did that day.

Kang Tae on the other hand... I don’t even know how to express how much empathy I have for him and how much his breakdown broke my heart. Kang Tae loves his brother. He never meant what he said when they were kids and to this DAY he feels excruciating guilt over almost leaving his brother to drown. He loves his brother and he never meant the words he said, he was a child who was exhausted carrying a burden and expectations that he never should have had in the first place. He has spent every day since then to atone for it, and just when he’s beginning to feel that he can be his own person and forgive himself, the source of his guilt pain and trauma is thrown back in his face. His devotion to Sang Tae was not just a product of his mother, but his over whelming guilt for what he said (and almost did) to Sang Tae. Kang Tae deserves to forgive himself but it’s so painful to watch the process unfold because he has to address the trauma/feelings before he can make any move to forgiveness. 

also a little side note on Moon Young and the fact that she shed tears watching. 

It will be interesting to see how the show handles this. Both brothers love each other. Sang Tae needs to forgive Kang Tae and find a way to not only trust him again but understand him. And Kang Tae needs to find a way to ultimately forgive himself and make things right with his brother. 

I also saw someone mention kang tae using the butterfly method on himself and EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO CRY. I will credit that person who noticed it (x)

wow... that’s already a lot so rest of my thoughts are under the cut !

The writers of this show have done an amazing job to make sure everything has a purpose. All the characters are important to the story and they aren’t just there for the sake of filling screen time. For EG: that guy who started the rumour at the end of the episode about Kang Tae + Moon Young and them getting married. He wasn’t just someone we haven’t come to know. In fact in one episode he was even a character who illustrated how employees at psychiatric hospitals/wards can be overworked etc. and how that can affect a person. His characterisation as well is spot on. I hate him fo what he did episode 9, but when you look at the way he would gossip and judge the patients unprofessionally in previous episodes it grounds his character more. It wasn’t OCC for him to do, and so it feels less like he’s just a catalyse to propel the story forward, and more organic. 

I was also immensely happy this episode that the couple who fell in love at the hospital (Areum and Jung Tae), parted ways. I was so happy the writers didn’t just try to get off easy by showing them eloping together (or continuing a relationship). He was mature enough to realise they were not ready, that he had a lot more work to do before they can enter a healthy relationship. This show heavily leans on fairytales and could have easily gone the Disney route of showing them happy together as if they didn’t have more healing and growth to do. The writers said no NOT today sir! 

Coming back to Kang Tae and MoonYoung. THE KISS! I think it’s important to note that Kang Tae initiates the kiss, because all this time Moon Young has been pressuring him and if she were the one to initiate the kiss it would have felt forced and wrong. Kang Tae decided on his terms when he would break down that barrier and reciprocate. I also really loved the parallel of them seeing each other as when they were kids. They’ve been stuck in their trauma, both of them running away or hiding from their past and now time is starting again as they both navigate how to face it. Kang Tae kissing Moon Young wasn’t him saying “I love you” but more a sign that he was taking down his brick wall one piece at a time. 

Also appreciated that after the high of getting suspended wore off they showed Kang Tae feeling regret and reassessing his decisions about finally letting go haha. This is an important moment to have, as it shows that you’re not just magically fixed. You don’t just suddenly go from suppressing all your emotions so far down you barely flinch when a knife slices your hand open, to WOOOPY I’M GONNA BE HAPPY NOW AND LET MY EMOTIONS GOO, without having that moment of “oh crap... “ after you’ve come down from the high.

OH JUNG SE DESERVES TO BE RECOGNISED for his acting as Sang Tae because honestly wow. I’ve seen him in other dramas before but he’s shining so bright in this drama and I really hope that not only him, but the other actors and writer and directors get recognition for this. 

Another thing I really loved was finally getting to understand more what happened between Moon Young and Juri! It makes sense now why Juri resents her and maybe even is a little scared of her. Juri had every right to have multiple friends, but I can also understand Moon Young feeling betrayed and abandoned. They were kids, and I think this is a case of wanting to fit in with everyone. Juri was given the opportunity to be normal and fit in, and she took it without thinking of how that made Moon Young feel. And Moon Young dealt with her emotions and the situation the only way she knew how. THIS ALSO BTW IS A NICE PARALLEL TO Sang Tae and how he wants Kang Tae to only be close to him )albeit for different reasons but yes). MoonYoung on a level understands Sang Tae’s need to keep Kang Tae to himself because she’s felt similar emotions before. 

Okay but I also love how this show illustrates taking 2 steps forward and one step back is okay. Healing and growth is not always linear and you’re going to stumble, fall back, and relapse and that is okay. It doesn’t mean you’re  not going to take 2 steps forward again, or 3, or 4. It’s all part of the process, and part of being human. 

Ugh omg there is so much more I want to say but I should probably end this post here. I think I need a whole other post just to discuss the dynamics between Moon Young, Sang Tae, and Kang Tae. If you read this far CONGRATULATIONS. You’re a star hahaha