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There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'

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posts on this blog will probably be slow for a bit lol. I start college classes tomorrow!

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Another krissy doodle canvas, ft. soul

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so. that new tadc epsiode. huh

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krissy doodles

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The Class - 2k Words

Somehow, but probably because she's the only medical professional on campus, Ieiri Shoko has been saddled with teaching Sex Education to the next generation of Jujutsu Sorcerers. The one who saddles her with this? None other than Gojo Satoru himself.

Somehow, but probably because she's the only medical professional on campus, Ieiri Shoko has been saddled with teaching Sex Education to the next generation of Jujutsu Sorcerers.

The one who saddles her with this? None other than Gojo Satoru himself.

He says it's an order from Yaga, or something. Shoko does not believe this in the slighest. She just thinks he's trying to get out of teaching Sex Ed. He complains about it every year, and it's somewhat impressive he managed to hold out this long. Making Satoru do something he truly doesn't want to do is like trying to move an immovable object.

So, yeah, when Satoru walked up to her and said she had the "privilege of teaching my wonderful students Sex Ed," Shoko had laughed him right out of her office.

Then Yaga fucking emails her about it, so she supposes it probably is a real order. This does not rule out Satoru using his "concern for his students education" to wiggle his way out of teaching the class.

Oh she can picture it now, Satoru bemoaning to Yaga about how bad their Sex Ed program is, and how he's not the right person to teach his beloved students about such an important thing. Couldn't you get Shoko to do it instead? She can't be that busy in the infirmary all day, surely she can spare the time!

(She is that busy, between the infirmary and the morgue. Satrou knows this. Unfortunately, he's also a Special Grade level asshole.

And Shoko has a very long list titled "things to do when Gojo pisses me off," that is not used as much as it should be. She's been very benevolent in that regard. Said list is due to be revisited, for reasons unspecified and wholly unrelated to any new teaching positions.)

The long-suffering sigh and delighted smile Yaga and Satoru give her later that day confirm her suspicions. Satrou used his students to weasel his way out of teaching Sex Ed.

(Briefly, the mad scientist in her thinks about castrating him.......

Mmm, no. Then he'd never turn Infinity off around her. Plus Yaga would turn it into a whole thing. More trouble than it's worth.

Nanami would probably find it a little funny though.

She adds it to the bottom of the list, just in case.)

Though, if Yaga agreed with his scheme, whatever they have for teaching Sex Ed must really be bad.

She considers this as Yaga heads back to his office, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of whatever hell she's about to rain down on Satoru. Yaga normally has no tolerance for Satoru's antics; hasn't since they were fifteen...

That makes her a little scared to know what she's gonna be working with.

Shoko asks what the current Sex Ed curriculum looks like, and Satoru stares at her for a second.

Hm. It's never a good thing when he shuts up.

She follows him as he practically flees to his office, and watches as he rumages through filing cabinets. Which he has to do for about twenty minutes, because Satoru never listens to her when she tells him to organize his lesson plans.

This is a very encouraging start.

The Sex Ed folder Satoru eventually hands her is....bad. Laughably bad. It looks like someone cobbled it together from personal experience and the first page of a Google search. The thought that he's been teaching kids with this thing is scary enough to be a horror movie plot.

"What is this?" She asks, staring down at an.....interesting informational pamphlet. The section on STDS has outdated research within the first few sentances. It looks to be almost as old as Shoko herself, maybe older. She does not want to know how many young Sorcerers have been taught with this phamplet. The number might actually give her a stroke.

"Our Sex Ed curriculum." Satoru says. He doesn't even have the decency to sound a little ashamed. Just smiles at her, because he's a smug bastard who's proud he managed to get out of teached Sex Ed. Shoko is highly considering slipping a mild laxative into his morning coffee.

"It sucks." She says, letting the paper fall to the desk. She feels like she needs to wssh her hands after touching it. "How long have you been using this?"

"Since I started teaching."

"Satoru!"

"It was already there when I got the job!" He raises his hands in surrender, so Shoko doesn't pick up The Phamplet again and whack him. At least he looks a little sheepish about it now. "I thought about updating it, but things got busy, okay!?"

Shoko holds back a sigh. She's gonna have to make an entire curriculum, by herself, from scratch, isn't she? "Is it better than the one we had, at least?"

"You don't remember?" He sounds genuinely suprised by that. Funny, that he thinks little Teenage Rebel Shoko was gonna stay around for a Sex Education class. She already knew about all that by the time they got around to it, courtesy of various medical textbooks that teenagers probably shouldn't be reading.

Shoko smirks. He was probably too lost in Suguru's eyes to notice she wasn't in clasd that day, as per usual. "Skipped to chainsmoke behind the stairs."

"Forgive me for forgetting that detail." Satoru says, rolling his eyes under the blindfold. Rude bastard. "Yaga didn't use the pamphlet, he gave his own explanation."

"I'm sure that was interesting."

"You have no idea." Satoru cringes at the memory, shaking his head. "Hard to look at your teacher the same after he badly explains how condoms work."

"Is that why you stick to the pamphlet?" Shoko asks, trying to imagine it. She then promptly stops trying to imagine it. Teenage her was right to spare them of such trauma.

"Maybe." He mumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets. And with that, she's throughly embarrassed him about his use of The Phamplet. Good. Her work here is done.

Except no, it's really not. Because now she has to teach Sex Education to Satoru (and presumably Kusakabe's, since they've always been more Satrou's students than his,) little gremlins. Ontop of everything else she already does.

Great. Wonderful. Shoko sure does love her job.

Shoko bids Satoru farewell, and flips him off as she escapes his office. If she stays here any longer, he'll probably try and offload more shit to her. Unfortunately for him, Shoko is suddenly busy with making plans for her newly assigned class as she scurries back down to the morgue.

In the middle of said planning, she makes a mental note to drag the third years into her class too, whenever the two of them get back from suspension. Especially if they got The Phamplet during their first year.

Whenever the third years get back from suspension, huh.

This little teaching stint might drag on for longer than she thought....

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This is how Ieiri Shoko ends up in a classroom, facing seven teenagers who look like they'd rather be anywhere else. She'd also rather be anywhere else, but isn't really bothered about teaching the class that much. Contrary to what all her complaining, mental or otherwise, might suggest. It's more of an inconvenience in her already busy schedule, than anything.

Shoko has no problem with discussing this topic, either casually with of her peers or in a professional manner. Sex is a normal, natural thing your body does. While she's not very enthusiastic about being pulled away from her morgue to teach Sex Ed, she'd rather it be her that teaches the class than Satoru. Or nobody at all. Or, god forbid, the internet.

Having your doctor explain how a condom works is probably gonna be awkward, but these kids are sorcerers. They're strong, they can suck it up. She's got at least fifteen other weird, disgusting rants about the human body she could go on, if doing so would make them feel any better.

(Hearing the guy you spar with weekly explaining sex and condoms probably would've been just as bad, if not worse.

No, it would've been worse. She's seen firsthand how Satoru explains things.)

"So," She says, turning to face her temporary students. There's a big whiteboard behind her, with various colorful chalks along the bottom frame. She'd made Satoru drag it out of storage, and then used his credit card to buy the chalk. If they were making her teach, Shoko was gonna have fun with it. "Sex Ed."

"How much is Satoru paying you to teach this?" Maki asks, hand resting aganist her cheek. She looks like she'd rather be anywhere else right now. Her gaze is longingly fixed out the window, where there's a prefect view of the training field.

She'll be back out there soon enough. Shoko doesn't plan to be away from her morgue any longer than she needs to be.

When did these kids start calling him Satoru? She wonders, picking up a piece of purple chalk. Whatever happened to calling him "Gojo-sensei" and "blindfolded idiot?"

This school really is weird.

"He's not paying me to do this, actually." Shoko says, the beginnings of a scheme already starting to form in her mind. She'll have to thank Maki for such a wonderful idea later. "But he probably should be."

Kugisaki says she should, quote, "get that bag," to which Itadori enthusiastically agrees. And oh, Shoko will be getting that bag all right. Satoru's gonna owe her a lot of dinner dates and a lot of cash when she's done playing health teacher.

Maybe she won't tell him 'till the very last day; really make him think he got away scott free, then pounce. Whatever, she can work out the details of her epic revenge plan later. Maybe consult the list one more time. For now....

"Any questions before we start?" She says, while praying no one has a question at all. Shoko is honestly a little horrified to hear what these kids think sex is. Most of them were probably raised on the internet. Who knows what they've seen.

"Is this gonna be like, only straight people Sex Ed?" Kugisaki asks, without a single hint of shame. And that is...certainly a question to start with. But not one she was unprepared for.

"Kugisaki!" Itadori yelps, sounding scandalized by such vuglar words; like he's a middle schooler or some shit. Fushiguro doesn't even pretend to look mortified by his classmate, simply staring blankly ahead. Presumably his strategy to stay sane throughout the class.

Shoko can't say she blames him for it.

"What!? The Sex Education isn't educating me if I don't get with men!" Kugisaki snaps, flicking Itadori in the arm. He lets out a little ow at that, and Kugisaki calls him a baby.

"Don't be homophobic, Itadori." Panda interjects, sounding genuinely disappointed in his kouhai. Shoko has to stifle a laugh.

Itadori gapes at him, suddenly fighting for his goddamn life. "I'm not!" Panda does not look like he believes him, much to Itadori's chargin.

"Does Miss Ieiri even swing that way?" Okkotsu mutters, more to himself than anything. Unfortunately, he'd decided to sit himself in the front row, so Shoko hears him loud and clear.

"Of course I swing that way." Shoko tsks, amused. Lord, the children are thinking she's straight. She's gotta ask what about her is giving straight girl so she can change it immediately.

She continues with a smile, one that's maybe a bit evil. "Don't worry Kugisaki, this class will cover everything." If they're making Shoko teach this, she's gonna go in depth about it. They're even gonna get a crash course in reproduction and the menstrual cycle. These boys, on the off chance they become father's, are gonna know excatly how their future babies are made or so help her God.

"You know you don't have to be here, right Panda?" She adds, glancing at the cursed corpse again. He's sat in the back row, next to Kugisaki and Inumaki. He is the only one that looks remotely happy to be here.

"I know, but I'm bored." Panda says, far too enthusiastic. "Plus I can translate for Toge!"

Inumaki rolls his eyes and signs what she's pretty sure is fuck you in Panda's direction. Shoko pretends she didn't see that. Maki hides a laugh, badly, in her sleeve. Panda looks between them, bewildered as to why Maki's laughing, and opens his mouth to ask.

Okay. She probably should call the antics off before Inumaki swears at his classmates again. The sooner this class ends, the sooner she can go on lunch.

"Let's get this over with." Shoko sighs, drawing the class' attention back to her. All their heads whip around to face her, either out of a healthy respect for her position or fear. Both work.

She clears her throat, putting on her best teacher voice, and asks: "What do you guys know about sex?" Itadori's hand goes up. Shoko pauses, then adds for good measure: "That isn't from porn." Itadori puts his hand back down.

They're off to a riveting start.

"Uh, consent?" Okkotsu volunteers when no one awsners. He's so awkward about it that Inumaki cringes from the second hand embarrassment. Shoko would be cringing too, if she hadn't been friends with Satoru's annoying ass since she was fifteen.

"Excellent awsner." She nods, then writes consent in big purple text on the whiteboard. Shoko underlines it three times for good measure. "Anyone else?" She turns back to face them, hoping Okkotsu had gotten the ball rolling.

There's another long, awkward pause. No one else bravely speaks up to offer whatever, possibly mortifying, knowledge they have about sex. All the students sit there, quietly, lips absolutely sealed.

Evidently, Okkotsu's question had not gotten the ball rolling. It may have done the opposite, instead.

Shoko holds back another sigh, and mentally runs through the material she'd spent the better part of a week preparing.

This is going to be a long, long class for all of them.

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Wait hold on. How did i predict team bad guys.

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i like tagging posts with my ocs and then never actually posting about them. i wonder what my followers think their deals are

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Rendering and anatomy practice with Suguru

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“you’re so quiet” yeah i’m rewriting the same 3 sentences in my head while imagining a dramatic betrayal between fictional people. i’m BUSY

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cutest girl in the world - 640 Words

Suguru leans down, stealing a quick kiss from her. Shoko blinks in suprise, but returns it happily. She tastes like the caramel popcorn they'd been snacking on. "What was that for?" She asks when they pull away, amused. She smiles at him, and he finds even that adorable. It's honestly surprising he doesn't kiss her again. "You were being cute." He shrugs, brushing a stray hair out of her face. Geto Suguru finds his girlfriend adorable. Who could've guessed.

During an evening where Shoko isn't locked up in the morgue, she suggests they watch a movie. One of those B-list horror films they've been meaning to watch since first year. Suguru, having nothing to do himself, happily agrees.

She plops herself on his bed with her laptop, DVD already inserted. Suguru scavenges popcorn and various other snacks from the dorms shared kitchen, and they get the party going.

Not even ten minutes into the movie, he runs into a slight problem.

Suguru is finding it hard to pay attention to the movie. His understanding of the plot is admittedly half baked, his brain unable to focus on it for more than a few minutes at a time. He thinks the heroine of the movie is trying to hide from a run of the mill slasher, or something like that.

The reason for this? One Ieiri Shoko.

Everything she does tonight is like, really cute. Every smile, every laugh, every comment about the movie distracts him. It makes him look away from the screen to watch her for just a few minutes, mesmerized by the way her nose scrunches when she laughs and how her eyes crinkle with every smile.

In a shocking turn of events, Geto Suguru finds his girlfriend adorable. Who could've guessed.

She's so cute it's kinda makes him want to die? Is that weird? Yeah, no, that's probably a little weird. He shouldn't say that out loud. Like ever.

Well, maybe not. Shoko would find it funny.

Shoko laughs at the screen, because her humors objectively a little horrible and she's always found the jokes in these low budget movies funny. It's fucking adorable, her laugh is. Suguru's gonna lose his mind if he doesn't do something about it.

Suguru leans down, stealing a quick kiss from her. Shoko blinks in suprise, but returns it happily. She tastes like the caramel popcorn they'd been snacking on.

"What was that for?" She asks when they pull away, amused. She smiles at him, and he finds even that adorable. It's honestly surprising he doesn't kiss her again.

"You were being cute." He shrugs, brushing a stray hair out of her face. Everytime he looks over at her, he can't help but think that she's adorable and how much he wants to kiss her. So he just, did it. Simple as that.

"Oh." She says, turning her attention back to the movie. All of a sudden Shoko is very focused on what the creepy serial killer on screen is doing, and refuses to meet his gaze.

Suguru then watches as a blush starts to creep across her skin. Shoko's not one to get flustered easily, let alone blush. But one kiss and compliment later, she's sitting next to him red as a tomato.

Cute.

Suguru moves on impulse, drawing her body closer to him. He presses a kiss to her temple, arms snaking around her waist. Shoko makes a suprised noise, but doesn't complain when she's practically pulled into his lap.

"Suguru," Her soft laughter fills the room. It sounds like music to his ears. "What are you doing?"

"You're being cute again." He mutters instead of explaining, movie now long forgotten in the background. His face is buried in her shoulder, blush now starting to creep up his own cheeks. God, she's so cute he could die. She's killing him. His girlfriend is so cute it's killing him. When he passes away from heart attack it'll all be her fault.

"Big sap." Shoko hums placing a kiss into his hair. Suguru mumbles something incoherent into her skin, right as the protagonist of their horror flick screams bloody murder. Her attention turns back to the movie, and he snuggles further into her.

Yeah, sure, he's a big sap, but only for her. His lovely Shoko, his one and only.

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🌌🐴 - MLP SMAU #3: being bisexual on main

a/n: a follow up to yesterday's post .

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a deer used for target practice - 590 Words

After his attack on Jujutsu High, Geto Suguru returns to his cult. Or, so it seems. Mimiko feels dread pool in her stomach at the sight. The man before them is not her father.

After his attack on Jujutsu High, Geto Suguru returns to his cult.

Or, so it seems.

He comes back to their temple, entirely uninjured. The misson was a failure, he says, but he's come away from the battle unharmed and acting strange. When asked about his part of the battle, all his answers are unclear. Like he hadn't fought against the Sorcerers himself, and had simply heard of it in passing.

It looks like Master Geto, sounds like him, even moves like him. But it's not him. Hasaba Mimiko knows this in her soul.

She can tell something is wrong before he even speaks to them, can tell something is off when he walks in the door. His cursed energy feels different. It feels stronger, more menacing.

He hadn't been able to consume Orimoto as planned, so his energy shouldn't feel any stronger. It shouldn't.

His smile is different, too. There's no light behind his eyes. And upon closer insepction he moves like a broken puppet, like someone unused to their own body. Whatever is inside that body is doing a neae flawless job of imitationing it's original inhabitant.

But Mimiko knows Master Geto. Knows him as well as she knows Nanako and herself, and something is wrong.

Master Geto always emanated warmth, to her. The person before them is nothing but pure coldness.

Master Geto always spoke to them kindly, gently. He never raised his voice at them, at any of their group. He spoke to them with affection in his voice, and nothing else. With warmth.

This man is anything but gentle. His voice is rough and callous, and the imitation of Geto's softer tones is somewhat poor. Like he has no idea how to be kind and caring and gentle. It makes Mimiko's blood boil, to hear her father's voice be used in such a way. It feels like blasphemy.

How dare he, how dare he.

She glances at her sister, and sees the same look of fear reflected back. Her sister understands. Of course she does.

The man before them is not their father.

The rest of the group can't seem to tell it's not him, not immediately. They don't know Master Geto like her and Nanako do. But after a few minutes, they too can sense the wrongness. The way his speaking patterns are oh so slightly off, the strange way he smiles and way his eyes move. It's all wrong, wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong.

The stitches on his forehead were not there this morning. They are also wrong. Everything about him is wrong.

"You're not Master Geto." Mimiko says. The others fall silent, all eyes now focused on her. It was a bold declaration, but one she wouldn't make unless she was a thousand percent sure.

She thinks they all feel the wrongness, too.

The man turns to her, eyebrows upturned in supirse. Cold, dead eyes stare into her, and she feels a rush of fear jolt down her spine.

"Who are you?" Her voice trembles, even as Nanako shifts closer to her. Mimiko's grip on her doll tightens. That is not her father. It is something else entirely.

The imposter grins. It's more sinister than Master Geto's ever was. He'd never smile at her and Nanako like that. It's scary. A pool of dread starts to form in her stomach.

What has that thing done to him?

The fake Geto reaches upwards, undoing the stitches on his forehead, and Mimiko looks on in absolute horror.

"Aw jeez, how'd you figure it out?"

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✨️🪄 - MLP SMAU #2: cope and seeth princess

a/n: yes this is twilight being jealous over starlight and trixie. startwi enjoyers where are you... .

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me: i wanna talk about my ocs

someone: ok tell me about your ocs

me, suddenly convinced that every single thing about my ocs is stupid and cringy and probably offensive: i. have them

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if you saw me accidentally post that draft no you didn't ♡