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Guysss i made the fanfic inspired by the concept art aquarium scene. WE WERE ROBBED OF THE DATE 😭😭. + thinking of making another fic as a sequel where Rumi finds a way to make Jinu live but not sure

But anyways this fic rn is abt their aquarium date! + rumi with her hair down + Jinu saying she’s beautiful even w/ her marks and he traces it(AHH)

Its honestly a wip/first draft so if yall read it itd be great to have some feedback. Okay love yall!

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GUYSSS I JUST WATCHED KPOP DEMON HUNTERS WHY IS IT ACTUALLY A GOOD MOVIE???

Also i came across a tiktok showing the concept art- apparently jinu and rumi were supposed to have an aquarium date? 😭

I’ll def write a fanfic abt this soon omfg

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Trump x Biden

Warnings: PLS DONT TAKE THIS SRSLY I JUST WANTED TO HAVE SOME FUN.

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“July 13, 2024, coverage of the Trump assassination event”

sigh

Biden couldn’t help but exhale, his breath shaky as his lips are pursed in a line. He looked away from the news, wishing to calm his nerves. “I hope he’s okay. I really hope he’s okay.” His thoughts swirl in his head as he leaned against the wall, stopping his pacing through the waiting room. He couldn’t even sit down. He was too restless. Too worried.

Everyone convinced Biden that Trump was fine, the doctors, the police, even his family. But for some reason he couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t ignore the twisting feeling inside his stomach. It was making him insane. And he hated. He wanted- no. needed to see it for himself. See him for himself.

“You’re welcome to come in” a voice brought him out of his daze, the doctor gesturing him into the room. But Biden felt stiff, paralyzed even. Trump was his political enemy. Why was he so concerned about this anyway? Everyone convinced him he was fine, told him he didn’t need to do this. He knows he shouldn’t do this. They both have a reputation to uphold, everyone was watching them. They were watching their every move. I can’t afford to be doing this. He repeated those words over and over to make them stick, but here he stood, his heart clutching at the thought of losing him. He shouldn’t have been here, but here he was anyway.

“Thank you, doctor” Biden replied, mustering up the courage to step into the room. And there he was. Alive. Slightly injured, but alive.

Thank god.

“Joe.”

“Donald.”

Their names were all that they managed to utter. Perhaps because they never imagined they’d be here. Never imagined a moment together. Alone. How peaceful.

They were supposed to be enemies. They know that. So much. But how could they be when the thought of losing the other had their heart stopping? Losing each other would’ve been like losing everything.

And Biden couldn’t help but wince at the bandages wrapped around Trumps face.

“Have the authorities figured who done it?” biden muttered, his breath laced with hesitation and worry as he looked into trumps eyes. His hand was urging to brush against his face, a confirming comfort that he was alive. The doctor had left, it was just them two. They were finally alone weren’t they? He could show his concern, couldn’t he? But he couldn’t. Not now. Not in the situation they were in. Biden’s hand clenched to control the urge, and he just stood there, the heel of his shoes harsh on the marble floor.

“No. Not that I’ve known.” Trump replied, his breath tired. However, there was a slight smile on his face, one that Biden knew was a silent sign of gratitude. Gratitude that he of all people paid a visit. “Im..glad to see you, Joe.”

Bidens lower lip quivered. Fighting every inch of his being to keep his eyes from welling up. He was so relieved.

“So am I. Will you be able to join the political campaign next week then..?”

“I am. The doctor said I’m able to roam around freely in a day or so.” Trump replied, the usual tang in his voice returning.

“Then I’m guessing you’re up for a game of golf? I’d even carry your bags for you. As a polite curtesy.”

And Trump couldn’t help but feel the corners of his lips turn upwards

This was nice. Trump thought. Talking to him behind closed doors. Talking to him about something as normal as golf. No politics, no responsibilities. Just golf.

“I’d like that.”

HELPPP I MADE THIS ON MY NOTES APP AT 1AM I HAVE NO LIFEEEE

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YUJI ITADORI | Headcanons

HELPP I ACTUALLY HAVE THE BIGGEST CRUSH ON HIM IDK HOW I HAVENT WRITTEN THIS YET HE’S SUCH A SWEETHEART JSBDBJSBD 🤭🤭

DEFINITELY has freckles, bro is sunkissed (i wanna kiss every single one of his freckles istg)

Would carry ALL your bags and open EVERY door for you no questions or complaints

Dude would have the stupid idea of trying to win an arcade plushie for you in secret and ends up spending like 20 dollars to finally win it instead of buying one from the store

HE WOULD BE SO GENTLE AND PATIENT WITH YOU AAHABSHSHND

LIKE IF YOU WERE BEING STUBBORN OR HAD A PROBLEM YOU WOULDNT TELL HIM HE’D SIT AND WAIT PATIENTLY

when you are both on a date and you aren’t looking at him he’s definitely looking and admiring you and he’d look so lovestruck omfg

Arcade dates, Amusement park dates, Aquarium dates, concert dates?

Omg speaking of amusement park dates he’d def be the type to win you a huge plushie to impress you

I feel like he’d be clingy but respect your space

I also feel like his love language is adaptable- bro just wants to give you affection

He’s definitely the type to blurt out such random heartfelt compliments then act like it was nothing

like wdym you just called me the light of your life then continue to talk about the earthworm movie?!?

LOVES it when you play with his hair when you two cuddle

after a while of dating each other he automatically has your preferred drink/ food/ show engrained to his head

HELPP I FEEL SO FLUSTERED AFTER WRITING THESE ILL UPDATE AS SOON AS I THINK OF MORE

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SATOSUGU IS SO MY TEARS RICOCHET CODED IM CRYING. IT WAS LIKE IT WAS WRITTEN IN GETOS POV

“I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And you're the hero flying around, saving face

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet”

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Rely on me | Arlecchino x Reader

Where you are hired as the “mother” of the Hearth to take care of the children and to act as the partner of the ever exhausted Arlecchino.

(Heavily inspired by spy x family chapter 86)

TW: none! Just pure fluff. Reader is fem - referred as mother

It’s been a long week.

“So exhausting…” Arlecchino muttered in annoyance as she mentally reviewed all the tasks needed to be submitted to the fatui. She was so tired of it all: the endless requests from the Tsaritsa, the straining tasks with almost no time to complete them, infuriating peers with bigger egos than she ever thought possible.

And all the demands of her work had lead her to work on a weekend, only being able to walk back home to the orphanage at midnight.

“I have a strong feeling she’ll complain..arriving home at this hour.” Arlecchino’s thoughts swirled as her lips formed a bitter line. “I suppose reasoning to her is just another task I have to finish” She concluded, preparing herself for your grievances.

Her hand grasped the metal of the doorknob, twisting it ever so slightly, making sure to be quiet as to not disturb the children sleeping. Her face was serious, ready to see you huffing your complaint.

“Welcome home, Arle!”

You chirped, a soothing tone ringing in the air

…

“…what?” Arlecchino heard you the first time, but her head grew blank at the sight of you. Seeing you and hearing your voice caused an uneasy peace she wasn’t used to, always accustomed to her mind racing from work. For some reason she couldn’t think anymore, and she didn’t know why.

“I said welcome home” you repeated, your smile still as gentle as ever. “you must be tired from working all day” You slowly took a step toward her direction, but were surprised to find the sight before you.

Arlecchino fell to the floor!

“Arle! Are you okay??” You rushed toward her, concern dominating your face as you knelt to her level.

“I’m alright..” She tried to stand up but couldn’t as hard as she tried. She had no clue why. She wasn’t injured or anything, every bone in her body was working perfectly until she saw you. Her mind was able to think rapidly until she heard your voice. It was as if she was carrying the weight of the world before she opened the door..Perhaps you carried all that weight away.

All she could do was look up to find that worried look on your face. “How are the children?” Arlecchino asked, trying to distract from the fact that she plummeted to the floor.

“They’re all fast asleep. I took them out to play today and they got so exhausted they conked out as soon as they went to bed…” You replied, a small smile settling on your face as you remembered the children playing.

“Arle, if you’re that tired, i suggest you do the same!” You uttered, now sitting on the floor in front of the poor Knave.

And all the Harbinger could do was sigh, head slightly tilting forward to lean on your shoulder. She could notice the faint scent of fresh laundry with a hint of Vanilla.

“Are you okay? Do you have a fever? Should I check your temperature?” A slight tinge of anxiety wavered in your question. Arlecchino could tell heavily you were worried about her state.

“No…but i do have a request. Im sorry for placing this burden on you but..would you mind if i asked you to shoulder my share of the housework? Only for today and tomorrow.” She managed to ask, a pang of guilt as she waited for your reply.

“I wouldn’t mind at all, i’d be happy to!” Your eyes squinted as you smiled in reply.

“How strange.” The harbinger thought.

“Why are you happy about this? I thought people detest chores”

“Well, I do agree that chores aren’t the most enjoyable thing …but, i guess what I wanted was to be able to actually take care of you. I enjoy you being able to rely on me a little”

Arlecchino didn’t say anything in reply. How could she when such sweet words were spoken?

“Peruere, I..know that you can do pretty much anything by yourself. And when times are hard, you try to spare me from it. But I don’t think you need to be so perfect all the time. You continued, a slight thump in your heart from the mention of her name. It felt genuine, serene.

“…”

“You shouldn’t have to put up that front so often. So when you asked me for help just now, that made me sort of happy.

“…”

“I want you to be able to relax from time to time, you work so hard even on days off. So please, don’t hesitate to rely on me a little.” You finished, a small tint of embarrassment on your cheeks as you realized how much you confessed. But Arlecchino didn’t mind at all. And you realized she didn’t when she gazed up at you, an uncharacteristic curve of her smile showing.

“Thank you. In all honesty, I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

Although her common replies are distinct and straightforward, often not having a convey of emotion. This was different. Her voice wavered as if all of her emotions were coming together. Every part of her felt so relieved, she felt like putty in your hands as you held her in your embrace.

She had never felt so much, until you.

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Deadplate! RoVince (Vince x Rody)

“Hey Vince? If it’s alright, can i ask..how did you lose your sense of taste? If i remember you lost it when you were younger, right?”

There was a waver in Rody’s voice, afraid that Vince would be offended by the question, refusing to answer. However, quite the opposite happened.

Vince turned to him, a small silence between the two before he continued.

“Well, yes. I lost my taste buds when i was around 10, I suppose. I had gotten ill…I was so sick at that time that my immune system started to weaken, and i ended up with a taste disorder in the end.”

The raven haired continued, a gleam of guilt in his eyes. “I remember my parents, they were so worried when they looked at me, i was weak and i nearly died, actually…Sorry to say this so suddenly I don’t mean to-”

“No no! Not at all! It’s perfectly fine…And if it’s alright, may I ask you another question?” The redhead asked, to which Vince nodded in reply

“…What’s it like? Not being able to taste?”

A puff of smoke came out of Vince’s cigarette, his voice coming soon after

“To be quite frank, It’s plain awful. With every meal, every dish you eat, it tastes like nothing. All you can feel, all you can rely on is the texture of the food. And I can never understand what the food critics say about my food, because I can never taste it.” He whispered, a small blush adorning his cheeks and a thump beating in his heart. He only confessed this to a few people, to which their replies weren’t in the least bit positive. There was something in Vince’s stomach that would toss and turn, hoping Rody wasn’t like those people. It’s been over a year since they’ve met, a year since he began to trust him, little by little. He wouldn’t know what to do if that trust was broken.

They stood in silence. Vince didn’t know what to do, what to say. During all his life he craved for silence. But he hates when Rody has nothing to say, especially in this situation. His throat was dry and there wasn’t anything left to say. All Vince did was look down in shame, avoiding Rody’s gaze.

He didn’t know that the reason for that silence was because all that Rody could do was look at Vince in awe. Vince, an all renowned chef, owner of a michellin star restaurant-

“I know what you’re thinking. Vince interrupted his thoughts “Isn’t it ironic to be a chef who can’t taste? I mean- what kind of moron chose this for his career”

“What?! No! i wasn’t thinking that at all! I think it’s sort of cool, in my opinion” Rody’s olive eyes gazing softly into Rody’s charcoal ones.

“Pfft- yeah right, whenever i confess my story to my colleagues all I get in return are pitiful looks or looks of scrutiny” He scoffed, unbelieving.

“I’m telling the truth Vince. You really are amazing. I mean sure- it is ironic to be a chef and not being able to taste- but isn't that what makes you even greater? You ignored everyone’s judgment and followed your own path…and to think you lost your taste from an illness you nearly died from…I hope you know you deserve everything you’ve worked hard for.”

Vince couldn’t help but gaze up at Rody, sitting straight on the bench, as he observed the blunt waiter shiver from the sudden blow of wind. “It’s a lie” His brain reasoned. Rody’s a friendly guy, of course he’d compliment people easily. But there was a small ounce of hope that the lie wasn’t really a lie at all. That Rody really thinks of Vince that way, despite all his flaws. He wishes to any God out there that every word he spoke was how he really views him. It didn’t matter if other people didn’t view him like that, so long as Rody did

“Right…thank you, Rody” Vince could tell from the sincerity in Rodys eyes, he really did mean it. And he could also tell from the glow on Rody’s face, he’d be in trouble. His face wasn’t glowing in actuality, the moon was a mere crescent and the trees were covering the light. But how is it that Vince could only describe Rody’s face as something from a painting? From his little beauty marks to the freckles adorned on his nose, they all seemed to unsettle the poor chef’s heart.

(A small part of a fanfic im writing on ao3. Idrk if its good i wrote this at like 1 am. I’ll check it later)

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55651204/chapters/141258526

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Deadplate Vince x Rody !

But instead with the tragic ending that left me in tears there were different, more normal circumstances. Where Manon and Rody broke up, Manon (alive and well) left town and Rody came to terms with that, wishing her well. And he finally got rid of his delusions of Manon, and recognizing what was right in front of him, a stoic, cold-hearted chef, who only showed his soft sides to Rody. The two got closer and closer, to the point where Vince taught Rody a little how to cook, and they start chuckling a little together when alone. And thanks to Rody, Vince started cooking with a little more emotion.

Rody started to feel certain emotions when with Vince, one he wasn’t sure he could label, but he knew he wanted to be closer with Vince, to see him smile more. The way his eyes crinkled at each others jokes, the way his dimples were more visible, and looked so adorable…oh no…is he in love with Vince? Surely not! He’s his boss! The most they do is hang out at each other houses…watch movies..and go out for dinner from time to time…”Oh no..I’m in love with Vince!” His head turns with his thoughts reeling.

And, long story short, after his bi panic, he eventually agrees he likes his boss…and so, he asked him out

With Vince’s supposed “hesitation” (he was actually squeeling inside) he said yes, and the two went out for cute little dates, park walks, restaurant dates.

And with date after date, month after month, every date was successful, and eventually the two moved in together. And even adopted a cat, to which reminds Rody too much of Vince. Same black hair, raven eyes, hell- even the same attitude. And Rody couldn’t help but smile when cat Vince and his Vince, were cuddled up together on the couch, to which Rody joins, providing the three of them warmth. A year ago, Vince would’ve thought this a waste of time, opting for useless relationship rather than the success of his bistro. But any time is time worth spending so long as it’s with his Rody.

GUYS STOPP IM SO OBSESSED W THEM :((

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BETTT (it’s literally 2:00am so sorry if this is badly written)

VINCE WOULD TOTALLY BE SO UNCHARACTERISTALLY CLINGY WHEN SICK

Vince x Rody

AN: i just finished deadplate AND I LOVED ITT. I feel bad for shipping vince x rody but i love the games symbolism and they would’ve been such a good ship under different circumstances ☹️🫶

TW: none, there is no gore or anything like that dw :), pure fluff, sort of ooc?

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The moon had just risen, shining over the bistro as the last set of customers had finished their meal

“Thank you! Please come again!” The redhead cheered, his hair ruffled from the rush hour just during dinner. He placed the money back into the cashier and placed his well earned tips into his wallet. He sighed, entering the kitchen to place his apron back…

That was until he noticed a very exhausted, very sick Vincent, sitting and shivering in the corner. He hadn’t seen him till now, due to the rush of the customers the whole day. His eyes were sunken, his nose just the faintest hue of red, and his eyelids almost drifting off to sleep.

“Oh my god Vince?! What happened? You look terrible!” Rody asked, to which Vince could only let out a mean glare, followed by a loud cough.

“I’m fine. I still have work to do.” He tried to stand and walk to the cashier, however with each step he took, he felt his legs shake instead “I need to make sure the ingredients we need are shipped by tomor-“ cough cough. He tried to finish his statement, if only he weren’t so weak and he didn’t have a massive headache that wouldn’t even allow him to walk on his own.

“Woah- watch your step!” Rody had to catch him to make sure he wouldn’t fall to the floor, but when he did he only realized. “Jesus Vince you’re burning up! And you’re shivering too!”

“It’s chef to you” Vince snapped back, only to be interruppted by a fit of coughs

“No it isn’t. Not today at least” The redhead placed vince’s arm around his shoulder “cmon, let’s get you to bed”

“No. I need to work. I need to make sure that the ingredients are-”

“Here by tomorrow. I know I know. I can take care of it! I mean- how hard can it be?? Just make a little call right?”

Vince couldn’t help but worry about him but his body didn’t allow him to object, so he just let out a big sigh instead. With a few steps, the couple entered his bedroom, decorated with a distinct design Rody would never understand.

Vince was finally in bed, under the covers, after a hard days work.

“Here, I brought you some water…and a cold towel for your forehead” Rody spoke quietly, wringing out the towel and ever so gently placing it on vincent’s forehead. The two gazed into each other’s eyes, Vince’s hues being filled with gratitude, before his eyes fluttered asleep. A few minutes later, Rody was just about ready to leave, to go to his own apartment. That was until he was stopped by clingy hands, and a surprisingly clingy Vincent.

“Dont…please, stay..don’t leave me” His hands clung unto Rody’s sweater, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes almost filled with tears”

“Hey- Hey hey hey! You’re alright! I’ve got you. I’m right here, whatever you need. I’ll be here all night.” Rody reassured. He’s never seen this side of Vincent before. He was always so closed, so stoic. Who knew he would be so clingy…and sort of…adorable when he got sick?

“C’mere..sleep beside me” Vince, whispered in a raspy voice.

“Alright, alright” Rody left out a faint smile and crawled to his side of the bed, going underneath the covers and looking at Vince’s sleepy eyes. And the two lied in bed for a while, until Vince said,

“I know I never say this. I never have said it until now. But i really am lucky to have you”

…

“…Whaa!?” Rody looked astonished, eyes blown wide. Is this really the same Vince? His boss?? The head chef??

Vince just scoffed “Let me finish. You’re weird. You’re absurd! You’re so stupid that before this job- you got fired from multiple jobs in a course of weeks! You’re emotional, and we’re exactly polar opposites!”

“…Gee thanks” Rody couldn’t help but roll his eyes,

“But maybe that’s what I needed. Someone the total opposite of me. Someone who isn’t so…antisocial. Someone to brighten up the workplace!” His face seemed flushed by his own words. “Someone that is…caring” He whispered with a raspy note.

And Rody felt something he never felt before, something that he couldn’t explain, but he knew it was there, and he knew that Vince felt it too.

“…Thank you” the redhead replied, and there was silence. Not the silence whenever there is an awkward air, but a comforting one.

And there was a gaze between them, there is always a gaze between them, a gaze that feels as if they’ve known each other for a lifetime, and for all of the lifetimes they’ve lived together in the past. Vince knows that he’d do anything for Rody, and Rody would do anything for him.

Thinking about Vince and rody… I’ve seen a lot of Rody sick fics, but it was confirmed that Rody doesn’t really get sick often. Like, he has a hella good immune system. But, this just made me think. What would Vince be like sick, how would Rody find out he’s sick? How would Rody take care of him.. So yeah, I want a Vincent sick fic with Rody x Vince hiding in the corner now

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‘Gently he set his hand on her upper arm and gave it the tiniest of squeezes. “I’m here, Kate,” he murmured. “Everything will be alright”’

I just read the Anthony’s book and I’m obsessed with the rain scene it’s my favorite 🥺🫶

The way both comforted others and in the most perfect and patient way. How they both overcame their own trauma together, supporting each other no matter what. They found each other as enemies and yet here they are, hands in marriage, unable to keep their eyes after each other. 😭

We were all robbed of the actual rain scene.

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GUYS I HATE MIKIO SO MUCH MIZU DIDNT DESERVE THAT :(( this post is just me ranting btw

She trusted Mikio so much and once thought that she could be wholly accepted, blue eyes and all. But the day they sparred was the day everything changed and she vowed to not trust anyone, to not show anyone who she really is.

And i feel terrible cus she never got to explore her femininity. She only dresses as a man to keep her safe but when she was married to Mikio she was more free to do and wear as she liked. And she felt so free during that time, she felt safe :( SHE WAS EVEN LAUGHING WITH HIM ☹️☹️

AND NOW THATS GONE CUS MIKIO FUMBLEDD bro no words can describe how much i despise him

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Mizu Headcanons

AN: Broo ive just finished blue eye samurai and im obsessed w it..so here are some headcanons! SHE WAS SO FINE IN THE LAST SCENE BTW UGHH

(I’ll be separating it based on genre eg. angst or fluff)

Warnings: Angst, Contains mentions of death & murder, spoilers! The fluff is x reader

(if you know me irl, no you don’t)

Angst:

- Mizu often thinks about how life would be if she chose to forgave her husband and didn’t kill him

- After Ringo leaving her she feels awful for what she’s done and wishes that she could let go of her revenge path but cannot

- Once Mizu’s “mother” betrayed her and Mizu killed her, she still had the motive of killing her father, but instead of the motive to avenge her mother it was to curse the man that made her live in the first place

- She understood that she never should’ve been born in the first place and was born as monstrous, hence her obsession with revenge. But there is obviously a part of her that wants to live a peaceful life

- She normally has panic attacks but no one has ever witnessed them except Swordfather

- When she was with her husband (the night before the sparring) that was the only time she felt loved for who she was

- She wanted to show who she really was as her husband asked to, and once she did she was called “a monster” and now she’s reluctant to show anyone even half of who she really is

- She overworks herself to the point of exhaustion and most times collapses, forgetting to eat and rest

- Whenever she checks her reflection, she imagines herself with brown/black eyes

- (Canon) she wears the same clothes she wore since she was a child and stitches them whenever they tear

- because of her binder she often has trouble breathing but she’s so used to it she thinks it’s normal

- She once wanted to gouge her eyes out so she won’t witness the looks of disgust when they see her eyes

- She’s entirely convinced that there’s no way she’ll ever be truly loveable. She’s convinced she’s monstrous in every way, from the hues of her blue eyes to the violence she bears

(MY POOR BABY I LOVE HER SM I JUST WANNA SEE HER HAPPY N SATISFIED 😭😭)

Fluff/Not angst(finally)

- Love language is quality time & acts of service

- Although she’s not aware of it, she has an unconscious fixation with music. Mizu has always been drawn to musical festivals and it both calms and excites her

- If given the time, she normally asks if you want to go to festivals (her unnamingly pleading for you to agree) and her face is relaxed the whole time, her fingers intertwined with yours

- I feel her normal dates with you would be very simple. She’d enjoy just spending time with you, quietly or with small chatter

- She loves stargazing with you. My god. Laying beside each other, feeling each others warmth contrary to the harsh snow as you look at the different constellations

- Actually, you’d be looking at the constellation while she looks at you with a small smile tugging at her lips, while she adores the light in your eyes as you gaze up

- Speaking of holding hands she LOVES to hold your hand, doesn’t matter if your hand is cold or warm, it intertwines with hers perfectly

- Whenever you compliment her eyes she doesn’t believe you until you say it a thousand times

- takes a LONG time to warm up to you, but once she does it is SO worth it

- unconsciously misses your warmth, once sleeping she searches for your hand to hold or for you to hug

- speaking of hugging, i think she can be both spoons but mostly big spoon

- loves resting her head on your chest but loves wrapping her arms around you, ensuring that you are safe

AN: GUYS I NEED HER SO BAD U DONT GET IT

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Shoko’s so underrated 😭

I just know my girl went through a whole ton

Ik yall talk a lot about SatoSugu angst but what about her?

I can imagine the pain she gone through, the shock, stress and bewilderment she was put under once she knew that suguru killed those people. She must have wondered what went wrong?? What happened to Suguru?? Well, I believe that Shoko did notice Suguru was going through something but didn’t want to bring it up and bother him, thinking he’d be fine on his own. So to hear that Suguru and his firm morality changed completely utterly broke her, and she goes outside to smoke her cigarette, just to find out she doesn’t have a lighter.

And there he is.

She hears the familiar calming voice, serene but firm and looks up to his eyes. And realizes he no longer holds the tired look anymore. He’s decided on his path, and his path doesn’t include satoru or her. She gazes as his lighter joins with her cigarette. Her cigarette, the relief she needed because of the person standing right before her. Her throat is chocked up, her lungs inhaling smoke, her eyes wanting to look away and cry, her wanting to run away.

But she doesn’t.

She instead asks about his killings, chuckling whether it was true or not, attempting not to raise suspicion of her emotions. She hears his confirmation and accepts it. From this day onwards, we may not see Suguru tomorrow, or the day after, or maybe even forever.

“Damn it…” she curses to herself, wanting some time alone. She decides to act casually, calling Satoru that she found him. Once Suguru leaves, her tears fall, her lungs filled with tobacco but feeling no relief.

Days pass, Satoru and Shoko attend school together, no longer with their best friend. But she feels alone. She constantly looks at Satoru, but can no longer tell if it’s him. Now his eyes look similar to what suguru’s did; exhausted and unknowing. She realizes she has to do something about it, comfort him and console him…

But she can’t.

After all, the only one Satoru listened to was Suguru.

Did Satoru even see Shoko as a friend? Did he ever see her at all?

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SatoSugu angst!

Satoru x Suguru angst fanfic

This is basically the ending of the jjk0 movie but in gojo’s pov + with a little prediction of what gojo said to geto. This is a little inspired by the song “Snow” by Ricky Montgomery…I recommend listening to it while reading this! This is one of my first few fanfics so I’d like some feedback and thoughts :)

This fic doesn’t completely confirm satosugu as a romantic relationship but I think I wrote some implications pretty well

Contains spoilers!!

“Satoru…” Geto’s voice was stifled, yet he still spoke of gojo’s name with such gentleness

Do you have any last words, suguru? Satoru asks, his throat weak and suffocating, so desperately wanting to cry out, to cling on to him, wanting everything back the way it was. He wants to heal him, place a reverse curse technique and stop him from taking his last moments. But alas, he couldn’t, he can’t. Not when he’s the enemy. Not when they’re opposite sides of the same coin. Not when he threatens to harm his students. But he loves him so much…he misses him so much…

He spent the past decade trying to ignore him, but now he has no choice but to watch him leave. Witness as death separates him..now there really is no chance of meeting him, or saying a simple hello…yet he has so much to say for the achingly long time he spent alone.

It’s been about more than a decade since they separated…yet it felt like just yesterday. Almost every night, gojo dreams of geto, reminiscing the days where things weren’t complicated…where it was just laughter and careless banter…and he wakes up and realizes the reality, and that everything happened in such a short amount of time. His best friend left him with little explanation. He had to go through his high school days, graduating without his closest friend. He spends every day wondering what went wrong…how could he have messed up? He’s known as the strongest sorcerer and yet he couldn’t save the person he loved most. Geto was one of the very few people who saw Satoru as Satoru…not the most powerful sorcerer, not some renowned superior, but as Satoru…as a friend, as a person. He wishes that he could turn back time, help his best friend when he needed it most. He so much begs to trade all his renowned power to change everything, to spend more time with his one and only, to laugh carelessly as they so easily used to.

But he snaps out of his thoughts, and turns back to the present moment. And here they are, wasting their chances for the last time, having so many words unspoken.

“No matter what others say, I hate those monkeys..but I never held any hatred for those in jujutsu high school…I just couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world..”Geto chuckles weakly, his eyes tired

Gojo walks closer, sitting near him. He opens his mouth, trying so desperately to say something…there was so much to say yet so little time..his throat stuck, eyes burning with neglected tears. He decides to say something, not wasting this moment, not when they were to separate permanently.

“Thank you.”

He speaks out, voice deep yet cracking. With all that happened, all the words and sentences he could’ve ranted, he said just 2 words. He didn’t regret it though, no not at all. He’s always wanted to say thank you to Geto, he couldn’t even say a proper goodbye after they separated after all.

“At least curse me a little at the end…”

Geto’s eyes widen, soft tears falling on his scarred face. He really did love Geto. He didn’t want to separate from him, but he did what he had to protect him. His lips weakly curled up into a smile, his eyes showing infinite gratitude before he takes his last breath.

[cherripie32]

SatoSugu is torturing me sm-

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When I first saw Geto in season 1 I didn’t think much of him. I thought he was just your average villain BUT HE’S SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT 😭😭. After watching jjk0 and season 2, I was still so shocked about what happened and didn’t understand Geto’s ideology because it seemed so heartless. Why would you kill all the non-sorcerers just to make the world safer? But then I read through it more deeply and realized the reason he’s doing all that is because he wants to protect his friends, so he doesn’t have to go through all that pain again😭. Before Amanai and Haibara’s death, he clung unto the ideal that the weak (non-sorcerers) should be protected. But he realized that his values were stained and he experienced events that caused him to contemplate everything. 2 people he cared so much about (Haibara and Amanai) died- and if it wasn’t for the reverse curse technique gojo would’ve died too. The 2 died because of the Star Religious Group; Amanai being killed by Toji who was hired by the Religious Group and Haibara was killed by a curse (which is later revealed that curses were basically created by non-sorcerers).

[cherripie32]

“Are you the strongest because you're Satoru Gojo? Or are you Satoru Gojo because you're the strongest?"

Ugh…SatoSugu has my heart in a chokehold- Where do I start?

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I'm not sure if this is correct at all, but this is my interpretation of it.

I believe Geto's asking this because he's aware of Gojo's strength, both physically and mentally. He's aware of Gojo's emotional fortitude; they both experienced the same events (with Riko Amanai and Haibara's death), and yet, although Gojo did look tired after their deaths, it didn't affect him as much as it did Geto. "Are you the strongest because you're Satoru Gojo?" The head of the Gojo clan, the first sorcerer to be born with two of the strongest abilities? The one who the world has waited 400 years for? Or do you only deserve that title, the fame, and praise because you're the strongest?"

After Amanai died, the two grieved. Gojo wanted to kill everyone in the Star Religious Group out of spite, but Geto refused it, still holding onto his "protect the weak" ideology. Time passed, Gojo continued to move forward from the past event, but Geto stays stuck. He clings to Amanai's death, and it haunts him. He's also aware that, while he's stuck in his own place, silently suffering, Gojo's moving forward and improving, becoming the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer. This leads to Geto feeling more lonely, out of place, like he wants to cry but feels he's not in the position to, like he doesn't deserve to. Despite being equally as strong as Gojo, he's trapped in this room of contemplation, believing that he isn't and will never be as strong as Gojo. After his interaction with Yuki, he discovers that non-sorcerers are the cause of curses, and his ideology completely shatters. He doesn't know what's right or wrong, feeling helplessly lost. And after Haibara's death, he finally snaps; he resolves to save the world in the craziest way: killing all non-sorcerers. He doesn't want curses to kill those in Jujutsu High, especially his friends. He's willing to dedicate his life to improving the world, making it safe so he doesn't have to go through all that again. And if non-sorcerers are the cause of curses, so be it. But... he knows what he's doing is utterly crazy. And he's aware that he won't be able to do it because he believes he's not strong enough to make the world a better place. He knows that if Gojo were to have the same ideals and do the same things he has done, he would have accomplished it more quickly and perhaps better. Geto knows he's weak, but he takes the chance anyway, even cutting ties with Gojo, all to end his suffering and protect the people he cared for.

[cherripie32]

Ganyu!

This is smth I drew a while back <33