kunastrophic

[kunastrophic]

help wtf do i do when my fav jjk fanfic writer drops A FUCKING INCEST/PDFILE DRABBLE??????

fucking hell 😭

[kunastrophic]

babying suguru geto.... nghhh... coddling him... calling him ‘my pretty baby’ and ‘my sweet boy’... nghhhhh.... emphasis on ‘my’ before every pet name....... kissing him on the head and holding him while rocking him back and forth until he falls asleep...........

am i yelling into the void or what

[kunastrophic]

popular! satoru x artist! reader hcs <3

cw: fluff !!! she/her reader (sorry males 🙁🫶), she's also implied to be sorta loser/not popular-ish, intentional lowercase, might be corny, sorry !!!! NOT proofread because ik ill cringe, im still new to this, please dont shoot me

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popular boyfriend satoru ! who asks you to be his girlfriend via that one trend where you paint each other then show each other the results at the end of the date, except his canvas just said: “will you be my girlfriend?” in bold, pink letters with hearts drawn all around.

(though his proposal was cut short when he saw your canvas, by far the most beautiful portrayal of him he's ever seen. he cherishes that painting.)

popular boyfriend satoru ! who's your number one supporter and BIGGEST fan, no matter what. seriously, you once went through old sketchbooks with him and he was in awe for every one of them, insisting you show him the ones you would immediately try to hide while chanting; ‘if you made it, it'll be beautiful no matter what!’.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who, despite obsessing over your art saying it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, thinks no art could compare to your beauty.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who spends 37% of his time admiring your art, and the other 63% admiring you.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who brags about his beautiful, gorgeous, perfectly perfect, angelic, god send of a girlfriend- (his words, not mine.) -fo all his friends, and secretly sneaks some of your artwork, (the same artwork that you insisted was awful.), into his school bag to show his friends, but keeps your identity a secret since he knows how you feel about large amounts of attention and crowds.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who's tried picking up art multiple times just so the both of you could have one more thing in common, but each and every time was quickly humbled and shown that you truly are the artist of the relationship.

“is that a donkey on an airplane..?”

“...it was supposed to be pikachu.”

popular boyfriend satoru ! who adores watching you draw. that pretty look on your face when you're all focused, the way your eyebrows knit together when you're doing the small details, how you subconsciously mirror the facial expressions of the characters you draw and how cute you look getting all embarrassed when he calls it out.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who has tried to pay you for art commissions. multiple times.

“please, babe? it would look so good on my wall!”

“satoru, for the last time, you can have it, but i don't want your money! stop shoving your cash in my face!”

popular boyfriend satoru ! who shoves a couple hundred dollar bills in your bag when you aren't looking. what? it's not like he needs it, he's rich after all!

popular boyfriend satoru ! who always finds it so odd when people ask why he's dating someone like you, because a: they don't even know who ‘you’ are and have just inferred you're a loser based on how he talks about you, and b: even if they did know, how could he not fall in love with you?

popular boyfriend satoru ! who you have completely wrapped around your finger, and you hardly even realize it.

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( a/n : they're so cute i lub them )

[kunastrophic]

popular! satoru x artist! reader hcs <3

cw: fluff !!! she/her reader (sorry males 🙁🫶), she's also implied to be sorta loser/not popular-ish, intentional lowercase, might be corny, sorry !!!! NOT proofread because ik ill cringe, im still new to this, please dont shoot me

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popular boyfriend satoru ! who asks you to be his girlfriend via that one trend where you paint each other then show each other the results at the end of the date, except his canvas just said: “will you be my girlfriend?” in bold, pink letters with hearts drawn all around.

(though his proposal was cut short when he saw your canvas, by far the most beautiful portrayal of him he's ever seen. he cherishes that painting.)

popular boyfriend satoru ! who's your number one supporter and BIGGEST fan, no matter what. seriously, you once went through old sketchbooks with him and he was in awe for every one of them, insisting you show him the ones you would immediately try to hide while chanting; ‘if you made it, it'll be beautiful no matter what!’.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who, despite obsessing over your art saying it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, thinks no art could compare to your beauty.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who spends 37% of his time admiring your art, and the other 63% admiring you.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who brags about his beautiful, gorgeous, perfectly perfect, angelic, god send of a girlfriend- (his words, not mine.) -fo all his friends, and secretly sneaks some of your artwork, (the same artwork that you insisted was awful.), into his school bag to show his friends, but keeps your identity a secret since he knows how you feel about large amounts of attention and crowds.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who's tried picking up art multiple times just so the both of you could have one more thing in common, but each and every time was quickly humbled and shown that you truly are the artist of the relationship.

“is that a donkey on an airplane..?”

“...it was supposed to be pikachu.”

popular boyfriend satoru ! who adores watching you draw. that pretty look on your face when you're all focused, the way your eyebrows knit together when you're doing the small details, how you subconsciously mirror the facial expressions of the characters you draw and how cute you look getting all embarrassed when he calls it out.

popular boyfriend satoru ! who has tried to pay you for art commissions. multiple times.

“please, babe? it would look so good on my wall!”

“satoru, for the last time, you can have it, but i don't want your money! stop shoving your cash in my face!”

popular boyfriend satoru ! who shoves a couple hundred dollar bills in your bag when you aren't looking. what? it's not like he needs it, he's rich after all!

popular boyfriend satoru ! who always finds it so odd when people ask why he's dating someone like you, because a: they don't even know who ‘you’ are and have just inferred you're a loser based on how he talks about you, and b: even if they did know, how could he not fall in love with you?

popular boyfriend satoru ! who you have completely wrapped around your finger, and you hardly even realize it.

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( a/n : they're so cute i lub them )

[kunastrophic]

Oh canon sora, how I love you

How people think Sora treats villains in Kingdom Hearts:

Sora after beating Demyx to death with a giant metal key:

[kunastrophic]

wait.

𖹭 cw fluff, pop psychology

mean bf sukuna gets intense cute aggression when it comes to you. He doesn't know that it's actually a normal phenomenon, although it is most common among women. He doesn't realize that his brain is so overwhelmed by intense positive emotions when he sees you do something super cute, like tuck a lock of hair behind your ear or push your glasses up on your nose, that it actually short circuits, resulting in the breif but strong inclination to sink his teeth into your soft flesh. No, your mean bf sukuna presumes that the sudden urge to grab you up and squeeze you until your brains come out of your sweet little ears is simply a natural consequence of being the hypermasculine testosterone factory that he is.

"You okay?" You ask, noting the way he is nearly ripping the stuffing out of the couch cushions the way he's gripping them as he looks down at you nuzzling his chest.

"Yeah," he says through gritted teeth. What is he supposed to say? 'Yeah, I just love you so much I want to crush you half to death?'

Nah. That wouldn't do.

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guys i was serious PLELLELSLLALALLEEE

hai can you guys send me prompt ideas for gojo x reader

i need to write and i wanna write but all my ideas feel dumb PLEEEASSEE send me inspiration like tell me a really niche fic idea that you can't find anything of and ill write it for u bae please

(just no nsfw or dead dove do not eat THANK YEWWW)

[kunastrophic]

how it feels when your favorite character changes

[kunastrophic]

hai can you guys send me prompt ideas for gojo x reader

i need to write and i wanna write but all my ideas feel dumb PLEEEASSEE send me inspiration like tell me a really niche fic idea that you can't find anything of and ill write it for u bae please

(just no nsfw or dead dove do not eat THANK YEWWW)

[kunastrophic]

pairing - popular! satoru gojo x fem! loser! reader

sypnosis - you have a passion for art but you're losing inspiration till you start drawing the pretty boy in your class !

reader is very awkward and makes a mildly stupid decision but it's okay, she's our girl nonetheless !!! not proofread !!!! i'm far too lazy

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being so artistic in such a drab place can be excruciating when taken into deep consideration.

honestly, could you have ever possibly gone to a more dreadful building? to call school boring is a major understatement in your eyes. seven continuous and seemingly never ending hours of the same bland off-white and beige walls surrounding you, almost making you feel trapped, like they're slowly closing in on you. the decor is worse, shockingly enough considering the lack of it.

fake plants, brainless posters that no one actually reads past the fifth grade, shelves adorned with drawers filled with typical school supplies, though all but the pencil drawer collects dust.

a few of the teachers seem to notice the distasteful environment and want to flip it just as much as you do, though you wholeheartedly believe they'd be better suited as preschool teachers rather than ones at a highschool.

no seventeen year old boys or girls want to walk into a classroom with tacky rainbows and suns with smiley faces plastered on the walls. the effort is appreciated by you, but you really do wonder whether or not they're conscious of the age group they teach.

the most ‘interesting’ things in this dreary institution are the tvs funded to the core classes, though even those lose points since they're only ever on to play the same three ‘school appropriate’ playlists that have you wishing they didn't implement a headphone ban. you honestly believe you can feel your ears bleeding within the very second they click the play button on the playlist.

even so, you take pride in the fact that you're likely one of, if not the only imaginative person in this school, the only one who can somehow find artistic enthusiasm in a place as depressing as this.

that was until recently.

this entire week, you've been desperately trying to find even a lick of motivation to draw, but alas, nothing.

feeling hopeless, and like you might need to quit art and start selling drugs, you look around the classroom, hoping something or someone will catch your eyes.

it's pitiful, really. imagine being so run dry, so out of original ideas that you would rather look around this miserable hell-hole for help rather than lay in your mind, desperately trying to form an original thought or idea.

almost immediately, you realize what an idiotic idea this is. seriously, how are you to find anything worth drawing in such a monotone environment? even the students line up perfectly with the same boring aesthetics.

it's like they all lack any sense of originality, like they all pick their clothes from the same store- no, the same closet. it's all variations of white, grey, navy blue, black, and off-white tops paired with faded blue jeans or black leggings. doesn't that get boring at some point?

you suppose you aren't in a position to judge, for you are no better. though, at least you have a plausible excuse. you were bullied for years over your niche interests and odd style, you were forced into the mold your society created as to what a highschool girl should be.

you're about to give up when someone catches your eyes.

satoru gojo. of course, he catches everyone's eyes everywhere he goes, and you hate to admit that you know exactly why. piercing blue eyes that remind you of a drop of blue dye falling onto fabric, like if you held a blue orchid between your finger tips then spun it quickly, watching the colors blur together beautifully. fluffy white hair that almost resembles a cloud- no, no that's too soft. maybe closer to snow? yes, snow, gently fallen, heavenly stacked snow. his cheeks had the softest pink tint to them, like a lipgloss smudge on a dress. almost invisible, yet there nonetheless.

he's alluring, you won't deny. he's like if someone drew what an angel would look like and then he crawled out of the page.

would it be weird to draw him? probably. do you anyways? yes.

the first sketch is mediocre. already, you know he's a perfect muse. finally free from art block as you try to draw him perfectly.

you examine the first finished drawing.

the eyes are a shade too dark despite it only being a pencil drawing, his hair is too long and flat, he honestly looks more like a woman rather than the infamous satoru gojo.

‘okay..’ you think to yourself

‘round two.’

you continue this cycle the entire class period. drawing while taking your previous imperfections into account then finding new ones within that art work.

you try not to make it too obvious that you're blatantly staring at him from time to time. you pray he doesn't notice, and for the most part, he doesn't seem to.

weeks pass, and this has become your ritual for every class that you share with him. shove your assignments into a folder to do them later, (though it's pointless since deep down you couldn't care less for the assignment and it more than likely will end up crumpled at the bottom of your bag by the end of the week), you pull out your sketchbook and begin drawing.

you've had a few close-calls and awkward encounters when he would happen to look in your direction and catch you staring, but he didn't seem to care much- or so you thought.

the bell rings, queuing you to shove everything in your bag, not caring what gets destroyed in the process- we are speaking of your school bag after all, something you deemed absolutely worthless years ago.

you approach the door when a strong hand grabs your wrist.

it's not enough to hurt, but enough to hold you back.

you turn to look at the culprit only to be met with those iconic and almost hypnotizing blue eyes. orchids.

“hey, how come i never get to see those drawings? i mean, i am the muse after all, shouldn't i be first to see?” he's smiling.

he's smiling and he knows you've been drawing him and- god, is it hot in here?

one second, you're up-close, staring into those remarkable eyes that you've mastered drawing over the last month, the next, you bolted out of that classroom.

in retrospect, you probably looked stupid considering you had to take a second to remove his hand from your wrist then had to dodge through the endless crowd of students who had also just been released from class, tripping at some point, but the past is the past and you obviously have no control over that.

you spend the next morning trying every excuse in the book to try and stay home. there's no way you can withstand sitting in the same classroom as him after that.

however, much to your displeasure, you find yourself sitting in your seat with your face buried in your arms. maybe he won't know you're there if he can't see your face?

as you drown in your thoughts, dreading ever choosing him of all people as a muse, a sudden voice cuts through your thoughts like a knife.

“running away mid conversation is really impolite.”

you don't bother looking up. that'll just dig you a deeper grave- if that's even possible.

“yoo hoo? (y/n), i'm talking to you!” he speaks in a sing-song voice, almost as if this is a big joke to him.

you almost raise your hand and ask to use the bathroom so you can hide from him in there all week, till- wait- he knows your name?

you look up hesitantly, confusion plastered onto your face like a cream-heavy pie on a shitty prank show.

“you know my name?” you ask hesitantly, your voice coming out significantly softer than you intended. god, you probably sounded so pathetic.

“duh. you're the pretty artist lady. you made that really good eye drawing in like sixth grade, no?”

now you're REALLY confused. he knows your name and has known your name since sixth grade?

“you remember that?” you reply, sounding too excited for your taste.

“of course i remember. you were the talk of the playground after that.” he laughs fondly at the memory and you can't help but let it shoot straight through your heart, making it ache in a way that felt too good, almost wrong. almost.

“can i see the art you made of me?” he tilts his head in a way that, in your mind, resembles that of a dog when told to do something it doesn't understand. cute.

you suppress a giggle at the thought.

you suppose he does deserve to see the art you made, especially considering how uncomfortable it must've felt to feel your eyes all over him as you drew him.

you rummage for the most recent drawings in your bag then hand them to him.

your heart starts to race. what if he hates them? what if he thinks they're awful? what if they're not good enough and he assumes that you think he's ugly? what if-

“i'm in love with you.” he suddenly speaks, staring at the papers in awe.

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(a/n : and then they kissed and married and had 828282892839 babies and grew old together yeah !!! idk people (like four people total...) said they liked my ideas so here's a low quality drabble uhhhhh idk !! PLEASE don't bully me if this is bad, i'm very much a beginner author !!!!!)

[kunastrophic]

pairing - popular! satoru gojo x fem! loser! reader

sypnosis - you have a passion for art but you're losing inspiration till you start drawing the pretty boy in your class !

reader is very awkward and makes a mildly stupid decision but it's okay, she's our girl nonetheless !!! not proofread !!!! i'm far too lazy

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being so artistic in such a drab place can be excruciating when taken into deep consideration.

honestly, could you have ever possibly gone to a more dreadful building? to call school boring is a major understatement in your eyes. seven continuous and seemingly never ending hours of the same bland off-white and beige walls surrounding you, almost making you feel trapped, like they're slowly closing in on you. the decor is worse, shockingly enough considering the lack of it.

fake plants, brainless posters that no one actually reads past the fifth grade, shelves adorned with drawers filled with typical school supplies, though all but the pencil drawer collects dust.

a few of the teachers seem to notice the distasteful environment and want to flip it just as much as you do, though you wholeheartedly believe they'd be better suited as preschool teachers rather than ones at a highschool.

no seventeen year old boys or girls want to walk into a classroom with tacky rainbows and suns with smiley faces plastered on the walls. the effort is appreciated by you, but you really do wonder whether or not they're conscious of the age group they teach.

the most ‘interesting’ things in this dreary institution are the tvs funded to the core classes, though even those lose points since they're only ever on to play the same three ‘school appropriate’ playlists that have you wishing they didn't implement a headphone ban. you honestly believe you can feel your ears bleeding within the very second they click the play button on the playlist.

even so, you take pride in the fact that you're likely one of, if not the only imaginative person in this school, the only one who can somehow find artistic enthusiasm in a place as depressing as this.

that was until recently.

this entire week, you've been desperately trying to find even a lick of motivation to draw, but alas, nothing.

feeling hopeless, and like you might need to quit art and start selling drugs, you look around the classroom, hoping something or someone will catch your eyes.

it's pitiful, really. imagine being so run dry, so out of original ideas that you would rather look around this miserable hell-hole for help rather than lay in your mind, desperately trying to form an original thought or idea.

almost immediately, you realize what an idiotic idea this is. seriously, how are you to find anything worth drawing in such a monotone environment? even the students line up perfectly with the same boring aesthetics.

it's like they all lack any sense of originality, like they all pick their clothes from the same store- no, the same closet. it's all variations of white, grey, navy blue, black, and off-white tops paired with faded blue jeans or black leggings. doesn't that get boring at some point?

you suppose you aren't in a position to judge, for you are no better. though, at least you have a plausible excuse. you were bullied for years over your niche interests and odd style, you were forced into the mold your society created as to what a highschool girl should be.

you're about to give up when someone catches your eyes.

satoru gojo. of course, he catches everyone's eyes everywhere he goes, and you hate to admit that you know exactly why. piercing blue eyes that remind you of a drop of blue dye falling onto fabric, like if you held a blue orchid between your finger tips then spun it quickly, watching the colors blur together beautifully. fluffy white hair that almost resembles a cloud- no, no that's too soft. maybe closer to snow? yes, snow, gently fallen, heavenly stacked snow. his cheeks had the softest pink tint to them, like a lipgloss smudge on a dress. almost invisible, yet there nonetheless.

he's alluring, you won't deny. he's like if someone drew what an angel would look like and then he crawled out of the page.

would it be weird to draw him? probably. do you anyways? yes.

the first sketch is mediocre. already, you know he's a perfect muse. finally free from art block as you try to draw him perfectly.

you examine the first finished drawing.

the eyes are a shade too dark despite it only being a pencil drawing, his hair is too long and flat, he honestly looks more like a woman rather than the infamous satoru gojo.

‘okay..’ you think to yourself

‘round two.’

you continue this cycle the entire class period. drawing while taking your previous imperfections into account then finding new ones within that art work.

you try not to make it too obvious that you're blatantly staring at him from time to time. you pray he doesn't notice, and for the most part, he doesn't seem to.

weeks pass, and this has become your ritual for every class that you share with him. shove your assignments into a folder to do them later, (though it's pointless since deep down you couldn't care less for the assignment and it more than likely will end up crumpled at the bottom of your bag by the end of the week), you pull out your sketchbook and begin drawing.

you've had a few close-calls and awkward encounters when he would happen to look in your direction and catch you staring, but he didn't seem to care much- or so you thought.

the bell rings, queuing you to shove everything in your bag, not caring what gets destroyed in the process- we are speaking of your school bag after all, something you deemed absolutely worthless years ago.

you approach the door when a strong hand grabs your wrist.

it's not enough to hurt, but enough to hold you back.

you turn to look at the culprit only to be met with those iconic and almost hypnotizing blue eyes. orchids.

“hey, how come i never get to see those drawings? i mean, i am the muse after all, shouldn't i be first to see?” he's smiling.

he's smiling and he knows you've been drawing him and- god, is it hot in here?

one second, you're up-close, staring into those remarkable eyes that you've mastered drawing over the last month, the next, you bolted out of that classroom.

in retrospect, you probably looked stupid considering you had to take a second to remove his hand from your wrist then had to dodge through the endless crowd of students who had also just been released from class, tripping at some point, but the past is the past and you obviously have no control over that.

you spend the next morning trying every excuse in the book to try and stay home. there's no way you can withstand sitting in the same classroom as him after that.

however, much to your displeasure, you find yourself sitting in your seat with your face buried in your arms. maybe he won't know you're there if he can't see your face?

as you drown in your thoughts, dreading ever choosing him of all people as a muse, a sudden voice cuts through your thoughts like a knife.

“running away mid conversation is really impolite.”

you don't bother looking up. that'll just dig you a deeper grave- if that's even possible.

“yoo hoo? (y/n), i'm talking to you!” he speaks in a sing-song voice, almost as if this is a big joke to him.

you almost raise your hand and ask to use the bathroom so you can hide from him in there all week, till- wait- he knows your name?

you look up hesitantly, confusion plastered onto your face like a cream-heavy pie on a shitty prank show.

“you know my name?” you ask hesitantly, your voice coming out significantly softer than you intended. god, you probably sounded so pathetic.

“duh. you're the pretty artist lady. you made that really good eye drawing in like sixth grade, no?”

now you're REALLY confused. he knows your name and has known your name since sixth grade?

“you remember that?” you reply, sounding too excited for your taste.

“of course i remember. you were the talk of the playground after that.” he laughs fondly at the memory and you can't help but let it shoot straight through your heart, making it ache in a way that felt too good, almost wrong. almost.

“can i see the art you made of me?” he tilts his head in a way that, in your mind, resembles that of a dog when told to do something it doesn't understand. cute.

you suppress a giggle at the thought.

you suppose he does deserve to see the art you made, especially considering how uncomfortable it must've felt to feel your eyes all over him as you drew him.

you rummage for the most recent drawings in your bag then hand them to him.

your heart starts to race. what if he hates them? what if he thinks they're awful? what if they're not good enough and he assumes that you think he's ugly? what if-

“i'm in love with you.” he suddenly speaks, staring at the papers in awe.

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(a/n : and then they kissed and married and had 828282892839 babies and grew old together yeah !!! idk people (like four people total...) said they liked my ideas so here's a low quality drabble uhhhhh idk !! PLEASE don't bully me if this is bad, i'm very much a beginner author !!!!!)

[kunastrophic]

oh hey babe!!!! hey babe!!!!! hi baby!!! whats good,, love....!! darling dearest princess queen honeybuns...? my little sugar muffin....? okay so you want me to jump off a cliff and die,, okay i get it,, and I DONT EVEN CARE!! i dont even cccaaaarrrreeeeeeee i dont i dont i dooooontttttt

@yourslowdancer when my name flashes on the news tonight,, please know it IS 100% your fault so

[kunastrophic]

i love these fanarts with them being all awkward in their thought bubbles

[kunastrophic]

if nobody writes popular!gojo and nerdy!reader i will have to take matters into my own hands, and it is gonna SUCK for everybody because i am BAD at my job! 😎

idc it'll be gold in my eyes and ill have no choice but to smooch you on the mouth

[kunastrophic]

i have so much inspo for jjk fics rn BUT ITS ALL SO RANDOM, NO ONE WANTS TS 💀🙏🙏🙏

not to mention the lack of smut in these prompts and yall dont like shit if there's no smut BUT I CAN'T WRITE THAT I'm SORRYYY

[kunastrophic]

just be careful you dont end up naked and jackin it in san diego

[kunastrophic]

“toji wouldn't call reader ‘'ma’ or ‘mama(s)’!!! he's not american, he wouldn't say that!!!” god forbid a woman wants a little silly unrealisticness in her jjk fanfics 😒😒 #womansrightsisalie