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A/N: I was not planning on posting this but I've been seeing a lot of hate in multiple fandoms, which prompted me to create this. Hopefully this educates people/newer users and prevents anymore hate from circling. Also please feel free to reblog or add on if you'd like to.

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Shinjuku

"Are you the strongest because you're Satoru Gojo, or are you Satoru Gojo because you're the strongest?"

Suguru's words ring in Satoru's ears. What does that even mean?

It doesn't make any sense.

He raises his hand, middle finger tucked in, ready to fire.

"If you want to kill me, kill me. At least there would be a point to it."

He lowers his hand.

Then, he raises it again.

"Hollow Purple."

Some people scream. Others don't even have the time to, before they're reduced to nothing but dust.

Suguru freezes, his eyes widened as he turns towards his best friend.

"Satoru, what? That's not… You weren't supposed to-!"

He doesn't even have the time to finish because, suddenly, he's there, running to him, taking his hand, and he's laughing.

He's laughing as blood stains his hands. Laughing as the world crumbles around them.

So, he laughs, too. They laugh as they run, the sounds merging and echoing in a now empty street that bears the burden of the deepest love and burning hatred.

Love for each other. Love for who they have been, who they are, and who they will become.

Hatred for a world that has done nothing but hurt them. Hatred for the loss, for the war they were sent to fight when it wasn't theirs to face.

They run and they laugh, because they know they're unstoppable, as long as they're together.

Following the events of Shinjuku, reporting the death of 53 civilians, Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo are to be considered extremely dangerous, special grade curse users.

They are to be executed on sight, effect immediate.

tags: @caffine-exe

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you’re given this award, you’re supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it’s sweet to know so. I think you’re beautiful inside and out, never forget to love yourself! ❤️

hi hi!!! your theme is EATING i hope you’re doing well <3

HI CORAL THIS IS SO SWEET I LOVE YOU I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL TOO and thank you ehehe I wanted to try something new and give this blog some sort of identity and consistency

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Nanami didn't do relationships.

“I'm too busy.” He would say.

“I will think about it when I have the time.” He would rationalize.

He was always too enveloped in his work on the clock, and too tired when he got off to think about anything but having a nice bath and going to sleep.

It's fine, he thought.

Anytime his mind wandered to relationships, to living a life with a partner to come back home to, he just felt… nothing.

If anything, he felt a sense of annoyance. Like it would be a chore rather than his happy place.

He looked at the families outside. The fathers picking up their daughters to hug them. Husbands kissing their wives while laughing. Even the teenagers sharing a milkshake outside of a coffee shop.

And, yet, he felt nothing.

He wouldn't say he was unhappy. He made good money to spend on nights out with coworkers and friends. He had a cat that spent the days meowing at his food and the nights purring on his chest.

He was content. He was satisfied. He liked this life.

But shouldn't he have aspired for more? Wasn't the ultimate goal a partner and a kid, maybe more? A family to settle down with? Years of tears and laughter and parent-teachers meetings?

He should have wanted that.

And yet, he didn't.

He tried to not think about it, and for the most part, he didn't.

But, then, his coworker would look at him with wild eyes and wonder, “How can you be single? You're a catch!” And then tilt their head as if they were studying him. “Isn’t there anyone who caught your eye, Mr. Nanami?”

And so he would spend more time than he had reflecting on it.

The fact is that, there wasn't. In all his life, no one had ever truly “caught his eye”.

Sure, he's had crushes, as a teen. Or, at least, he guesses he's had crushes.

But no one had ever made him think “Yes. That's who I want to be with, spend years with. To grow old with.”

How could it be? Was it possible that, among all the people he had ever met and interacted with, no one ever made him feel like that?

Happy? Complete?

He didn't feel like he wasn't complete. He felt… whole. But no one is, right? That's why people look for their “other half”.

He didn't. He didn't look for it. He didn't want to look for it. It felt more like a chore than satisfaction.

He didn't need his “other half”. He felt whole.

Was it wrong? Was he actually broken?

He would let it go. Until someone questioned him again. Until he found himself alone in bed again, and the thoughts would start tormenting him again.

And then you came along.

Bright, and happy, and full of life.

You brought joy into the office. You were quick to integrate yourself and make friends - as much as coworkers could be friends.

With him, too. You greeted him with the most cheerful smile every day, and helped him out whenever he needed a hand.

Always enthusiastic. Always “It's no problem, really!” “It's my pleasure to help.”

“The new girl is a delight.” He heard his coworker, Suki, comment in the break room one day.

“Right? I don't understand where she gets this energy.” Another coworker, Kyu, agreed with a chuckle.

“That's just because you're old.” Teased Suki, before shaking her head. “She's so pretty, too. It's a wonder she's single.” She added, taking one last sip of her coffee and throwing the cup away.

Without warning, she turned to Nanami, who was intently staring at the coffee machine. “Don't you think so, too, Nanami?”

He turned to her, blindsided, stuttering over his own words as he tried to gather his thoughts. “Yes, sure, I mean… she's very pretty.” He finally managed to nod.

He turned to look at you through the glass doors as you handed some documents to your supervisor, trying to understand if he felt something — almost wanting to feel something, anything.

And yet.

Nothing.

It had been a few months since you had arrived at the company.

He didn't mean to listen in, truly. He just happened to pass by while you were chatting with the secretary — one of the people you had gotten the closest with.

It was brief. You were laughing. “... I don't know if that is weird, or I'm just asexual.”

The secretary laughed, too. Agreed that whatever you were talking about was just weird. But he was already lost in his thoughts.

Asexual.

He had already heard that word, but only in biology classes. How could that apply to humans?

He shook his head. It wasn't any of his business.

But despite that, he still found himself in front of his laptop after work, cup in hand, researching.

Asexuality: experiencing little to no sexual attraction.

He stares at the screen for a few moments, elaborating. And then he searches some more.

He stumbles upon the explanations of the spectrum, activists, experiences. How people discovered themselves and how they felt.

And it all felt so… him.

He read, and he saw himself in those words.

The more he explored, the more he felt seen. Understood.

“I'm sorry to bother you, but may I talk to you for a moment?”

You lifted your head to find yourself face to face with Nanami, during lunch break.

You quickly nodded, smiling at him. “Of course. What can I help you with?” You asked, and he took a deep breath as he sat next to you.

“I apologize, but the other day I happened to overhear a conversation between you and the secretary… I didn't mean to, of course,” he cleared his throat, seeing you raise an eyebrow. “It's just… you mentioned asexuality, and… I would like to know more about that, if it's not too much to ask.” He concluded with another deep breath. “I did some research myself, but… I would like to talk with you. As someone I know, and I can talk face to face with.”

You relaxed back into a softer smile. “I would love that. May I ask why?” You tilted your head, and he glanced away. “Do you think it's a label that might suit you?”

He stayed quiet for a moment before answering. “I know we are young, and there is still a lot left to see and live, but… throughout my adolescence, and even well into my adulthood, people kept going on and on about partners, and their experiences. They talked about people they wanted to be with, and I just felt… nothing. I never understood them.”

You nodded along as he explained, with an understanding sigh. “Yeah, that was fun. Let me guess, you've been told you were just a ‘late bloomer’? And that you just needed to ‘find the right person’?”

He let out a bittersweet chuckle. “Indeed. I'm guessing you did, too.” He looked back at you as you scoffed in response.

“Oh, don't even get me started. That's the basics of the asexual experience.” You shook your head, and then gestured at him to continue. “Sorry, I interrupted. Go on.”

He fixed his glasses and resumed. “The point is that, when I heard you talking with the secretary, I did my research, as I told you. And… there were so many people telling their experiences, their stories, and I…” He paused, fidgeting with his fork. “I saw myself in them.”

“In a way, I think I wanted to thank you. For helping me understand me better. Even though you didn't know.” He concluded, making you chuckle.

“Well, I'm glad I could be of help. God knows how much guidance I needed when I was figuring out myself and exploring labels. Finding out about the term ‘aroace’ was a lifesaver.”

He nodded pensively, taking a bite of his food. “That's the abbreviation of ‘aromantic’ and ‘asexual’, right?”

You smiled in slight amusement. “Yes. Your research was deep. You looked into the split attraction model?”

“I did. It came up in the article of an activist, and I wanted to know more. Maybe asexuality is not the only label that suits me.”

You set down your fork once you were done eating, and rested your head on your hand. “You know, ‘maybe’ is good enough, sometimes. Labels can be useful, sure, I know they were for me. But everyone is different, and you don't need to figure everything out immediately. Play with labels, don't use them at all, it doesn't matter.” You pointed out, playfully hitting his shoulder with yours.

“... That's true, yes. I just have a tendency to rationalize everything.” He admitted, and you nodded in agreement.

“That, you definitely do. And it's a good thing, just… don't stress about it.” You concluded, standing up. “My lunch break is almost over, but if you want to talk more about this, or anything else, we could go out after work sometimes.”

Your proposal was met by one of his rare, warm smiles. “I would love to.”

“Then, it's set. See you around, Nanami.” You bade your goodbyes, and went on your way back to work.

He still thought about your talk as he went back to his own work, too. And he looked forward to hanging out with you.

Because for the first time, he didn't feel wrong, he didn't feel broken.

He felt at home.

a/n: this is very personal and very important to me. finding an entire community of people like me helped me so much when I thought I was just wrong. I hope you all enjoy <3

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I didn't remember writing this. well. that was embarrassing.

I am absolutely drunk out of my mind but!!! I want to say I love you all. I love you moots and I love you lurkerers who only like. Idc if you don't reblog or comment I see your like. I see you. I love you. I'm giving you a big smooch. I love you all.

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I am absolutely drunk out of my mind but!!! I want to say I love you all. I love you moots and I love you lurkerers who only like. Idc if you don't reblog or comment I see your like. I see you. I love you. I'm giving you a big smooch. I love you all.

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Help

nsfw, mdni

Choso has no idea how human bodies work.

He's had one for three years. Kenjaku had no business explaining him anything other than the basic needs — eat, sleep, bathroom.

So he's always confused when this happens. He doesn't know why, or what to do with it. Usually he waits for it to go away on its own.

But, now, he doesn't have the time for that.

Not when you're putting away the dishes after so kindly inviting him over for dinner, innocently explaining something he started tuning out a few minutes ago.

It's always with you. But, at least, if it's at the school, or out together with your friends, he can excuse himself for a few minutes. He has time, usually.

But not right now.

He closes his eyes.

Maybe, if he focuses hard enough, he can use blood manipulation. It's an uncomfortable feeling, but right now he can't afford comfortable.

“Choso? Are you okay?”

He almost flinches at the sound of your voice, and he looks up at you, meeting a sweet gaze full of worry.

He quickly nods. He needs to contain himself.

“Yes- yes, I'm okay, sorry.” He tries to reassure you, but his discomfort is still evident. “I just- I need a moment.” He quickly stands up, and just a moment later he's locked in the bathroom.

You stare at the kitchen door for a second, still worried, still confused, before shaking your head and going back to cleaning up.

He'll tell you. Maybe. Eventually.

Turns out, it won't take that long, because once you make your way into the living room, he's on the couch, tightly holding onto one of your pillows.

“I… you know how human bodies work, right?” He asks you, but his gaze is fixed straight ahead, not on you.

“... Yeah? I don't have deep medical knowledge, but… if you tell me what the problem is, I'll see if I can help.” You answer, stepping closer to him.

He seems uncomfortably hot, and a little sweaty, so maybe he's running a fever. And you can deal with fevers.

Still without looking at you, he sighs, setting the pillow aside.

“It's not going down.” He murmurs, a soft blush dusting the tip of his ears.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the outline bulging his pants. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but it surely wasn't this.

“It usually goes away on its own.” He continues, oblivious to your shock. “But not this time. I don't know why. Not even my technique helped.” He finally looks up at you, clearing his throat. “Can you help me?”

You take the deepest sigh known to man and run a hand over your face, mentally preparing to explain to an ancient half curse what was going on with his body.

“Okay, so.” You start, clapping your hands once as you gather your thoughts. “Human bodies have… a certain way to react to things… people they particularly like. For men, it manifests like this.” You try to explain, vaguely gesturing to him.

And, mostly, trying to avoid thinking about the implications of him getting excited while being with you, of all people.

“People deal with this in different ways. Some wait for it to go away. Others touch themselves… there's another option, but I think it's a little early for that. The point is, you need to reach your… climax, let's say.” You add, scrubbing the back of your neck.

“Touch themselves?” He repeats, a little crease of confusion appearing between his eyebrows. “It helps?”

You shrug. “It feels good, I guess. Most people do it that way. To each their own, you know.”

He stays quiet for a moment, before glancing down at himself and then back up at you. “... Can you show me?”

You freeze.

It's not like you don't like him, quite the opposite. He's the one occupying your each and every thought, and the one you look forward to seeing at any gathering.

But this? This is different. It’s definitely not how you imagined this happening. While you do want it, it doesn't feel like it should.

“Are you sure? I feel like… I'd be taking advantage of you.” You point out, fidgeting with your own hands, but he shakes his head.

“You won't. I want this, and I trust you. You're the only one I would trust with this, please.”

And how could you say no to his eyes, so full of confidence and trust?

So you nod with a deep breath, and step closer to kneel between his legs. “Tell me if, at any point, you want me to stop, okay?”

When he nods, you hook your fingers under the waistband of his pants. “Lift your hips.” You softly command him, and he complies, letting you slide his pants and underwear down his legs, revealing his aching cock, pretty, red head already leaking.

He's big, but not huge. You can work with that.

“Tell me what feels good.” You murmur, looking up at him as you wrap a hand around him, eliciting a groan from his throat.

You slowly start pumping him, using his precum as a lubricant of sorts.

He groans and whines as you do, his hips buckling into your hand.

“F-Fuck… a little faster, please-” He begs, and you gladly comply, making his head fall back against the couch.

You grin as you study his reactions, nodding intently. “Speak to me, Choso. Tell me how you feel.”

“G-Good. Shit- so good, thank you-” He moans, holding to the couch cushions for dear life.

“So polite.” You tease. You take your time to look at him. The way his hair falls messily and sticks to his forehead. How he bites down on his lower lip, as if to bite back those pretty sounds.

An idea sparkles in your head.

“I'm going to try something. Tell me if it's too much, okay?”

He seems hesitant, but, he trusts you. You know better, and you're helping him. So he simply nods with glassy eyes. “O-Okay, yes, please do.”

You nod back, and then slowly bring a hand to tease his balls, a little tentatively at first, and then bolder.

His entire body jerks forward.

“Holy- fuck-” He breathes heavily, looking down at you. “Do that again, please,”

You chuckle and fulfill his wish, doubling down on your actions.

He whines and groans as you keep going, holding back less and less by the second.

“H-Hold on, wait, something- something is not-”

You shake your head, not stopping, feeling his dick twitch in your hand.

“It's okay, Choso, don't hold back. I got you. Let go.”

And how could he not trust you? When you look up at him all pretty, and make him feel so good?

So he does. He lets go, abs flexing, eyes closed, as his first ever orgasm rips through him.

You help him ride out his climax, progressively slowing down until he's done cumming, making a mess of his stomach and your hand.

For a moment, neither of you talks. He's too busy elaborating and catching his breath to focus on anything else.

“And that's the climax I was talking about.” You clear your throat, standing back up on your feet.

He slowly nods, running a hand over his flushed face. “I… I understand why people do it, now.” He murmurs, not meeting your gaze. “Uh… thank you for… helping me…” He adds, so low you barely hear it.

You shake your head and shush his thanks, holding your clean hand out to him. “Don't mention it. Let's just go get you cleaned up, yeah?”

He hesitantly takes your hand, and you lead him to the bathroom.

“And maybe explain the meaning of what just happened.”

@cheesecakeislazy hi!! it's here!!! sorry it took me so long hope you'll like it <33

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I hope it doesn't come off as rude but do you use AI to write? I noticed some of your fics use the em dash and it's a clear sign of AI.

did you never pass elementary school grammar

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the saja boys seeing modern girls being so affectionate with each other ("I love you" thrown around, "babe" "love" and all) and being weirded out bc

1) why is every girl suddenly a lesbian

2) why are they so openly a lesbian that didn't happen 400 years ago

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WOOOO red pink and blue!! 🫶🫶

ILY ANGEL MWAH YOU'RE THE CUTEST

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Red red red red red red and blue (platonic whehe)

I'm giving you a big smooch luu ily

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Leave a color in my ask

Deep Red - I’m in love with you. Red - I love you. Pink - I think you’re cute. Blue - You’re amazing. Rose - You’re pretty. Purple - You’re hot. Plum - I would fuck you. Violet - I would date you. Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours. Lavender - You are my tumblr crush. Orange - I want to get to know you. Tangerine - We have a lot in common. Amber - I wish you would notice me. Cream - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog. Beige - I don’t know you at all. Yellow - I don’t like your blog. Green - I don’t like you. Olive - I think you are unattractive. Brown - I hate you. Grey - You scare me. Black - Delete your tumblr.

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sometimes moots say the freakiest shit and you just gotta roll with it. love my little freaks. I'm studying you.

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My feed is showing me random manwhore thirst traps so now I'm assigning them characters

Geto

Zayne

Nanami, for obvious reasons

Toji

Zayne + Sylus

Zayne in his workout fit

IDK maybe Rafayel but really I just wanted to share the dog

I'm gonna give you a wild guess

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Feelings

The argument had been over something small, really, he doesn't even remember what.

Maybe his music, maybe his missions; he doesn't remember, doesn't care.

He just remembers being… mad at you. Very.

He didn't like that. He doesn't like this whole… “feelings” thing. All the time is just feel, feel, feel. Well, he feels overwhelmed.

His head snaps up when he hears the front door closing. That's not you, right? You didn't just get up and leave, did you?

Did he drive you to the point where you couldn't stand being under the same roof as him?

No, it can't be.

But what else could it be?

He runs to the window.

There you are. Going to your car. Opening the door.

He’s out in a second.

“Wait! Don't go!” He shouts, making you straighten up to look at him, confused, over the roof of your car.

“Choso, what- ow!” He cuts you off with a hug before you can finish your question, holding you tightly against him.

“Don't go.” He repeats, his tone softer now, but scared.

Scared of you leaving him for good, scared of you realizing you don't want anything to do with him anymore.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry I yelled and got mad at you. I… I am not good at this. Being human. I'm not good at feelings.” He starts explaining, closing his eyes. “I just felt… overwhelmed, I think. I feel so much all the time and, when you started telling me off, I took it out on you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.”

He hides his face in the crook of your neck, holding you impossibly tighter. “I'm sorry. I'm learning. I will do better. Please… don't leave me.” He whispers, against your skin.

Throughout all of this, you are still frozen in surprise.

The last thing you were expecting was a 150 years old curse desperately apologizing and clinging to you like his life depended on it.

But when you register his words, you simply smile, softly, and run a gentle hand through his messy hair.

“Choso, come on. Look at me.” It takes a moment for him to find the strength to raise his head and face you, but after a little more encouragement, he does. You're met with pleading eyes full of regret, and fear, and something softer. Affection, and the will to try and be better for himself and for you.

“I am not leaving.” You assure him, holding up your phone charger. “I just forgot my charger in the car. I'm not leaving you, I promise.”

He looks at the charger, and then back at you, hope and confusion appearing in his gaze. “You're not?” He asks, as if it were the weirdest thing he ever witnessed. “But… I was mean to you.”

“And I was mean to you.” You reply with a sigh. “Listen, I know that feelings can be complicated. Being human is complicated, and I can't imagine how confusing all of this is for you, so I apologize for not taking it in consideration. But sometimes people have… disagreements. Sometimes we need a moment to calm down and talk it out when we're feeling better, like we're doing now.”

He intently listens to you, slowly nodding.

“I understand. Sorry if I overreacted.”

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. “It's okay. You don't have to apologize. What do you say we go back inside and talk some more over some tea?”

He's silent for a moment, and then, in the softest voice. “... With those cookies you baked? Please? I really like them.”

You chuckle softly and nod, taking his hand as you head back inside.

“All the cookies you want, Choso.”

His lips curve in a shy but grateful smile as he happily follows you, his fingers intertwined with yours.

He's learning. And you will be there every step of the way for him.

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since all of my moots are doing this