#(which y'all have caught onto by now isn't acting anymore)

[spunkykirby]

As noted yesterday, I compiled a list of Morax's sins. The following are all of his unforgivable sins according to the fandom, the inexcusable blood on his leger, the utterly indefensible actions of Morax that call him to the stand:

1. Participant in the Archon War.

Zhongli participated in the war for the stolen Authorities. No, we don't know if all Archons knew the seats held the Dragon Authorities, we just knew they knew Celestia was choosing 7 gods to rule the land and exiling the others. All that matters is he participated in it, doesn't matter if he didn't know the reason, didn't start it, or was forced! Dragon authorities are up there and that's all that matters!

...wait, we do have one reason.

"I wish not for dominion, yet I cannot let the common folk suffer." [Zhongli's Character trailer].

So it's confirmed he participated to stop innocents around him from unnecessarily suffering, he never actually wanted the leadership role. His Adepti also refer to him (and themselves) participating for the sake of "bringing prosperity back to the people" [Xianyun Story 3].

However, there is no prosperity in participating in war PERIOD, silly gooses!! How dare you act in the only way possible to lessen the violence for the innocents caught in the crossfire?? The arrogance. War criminals!! You shouldn't have participated in the first place! What happens to all the other innocents you've directly witnessed caught in the crossfire is up to them and their misfortune to bear. Not. You!

(now that I think about it, calling all of them war criminals for participating in the archon war (with majority of their moves being made in self defense) would more than likely be equivalent to calling Wriothesley a willing accomplice in the child tr4ff1cking ring he was victim to or Childe 100% guilty for everything that happened in Fontaine). But anyways.

2. He killed Chenyu Vale's god, and became the new ruler over the now godless and defenseless (because the Archon War was not over after her death) people.

Fu Jin states Chenyu was peaceful under that god's rule until the Archon War was called. She didn't know if her god chose to "go mad" over survival or "seeking the position of a god who may rule this world". Either way, she instigated a war against Morax and, frustrated in not being able to get the upper hand, decided to flood Bishui river in a last ditch attempt (which was also set to kill not only her people but the people Morax was assigned to look after. Queue his contract with his people triggering into effect).

It's not explicitly stated she died but she more than likely did. I mean, it's a war, and she wasn't going to stop murking all the innocents until she took the Archon spot.

Also...I...actually don't know if I could call it unrightfully stolen land (and before y'all bring up the whole "Archons don't belong they're on stolen land b/c usurpers" thing, so are all of the humans and beings created by the PO on this planet. Everyone who isn't a Vishap should be blamed). In order for a land to be stolen, it needs an owner still claiming ownership over it, and there was no owner holding ownership over it anymore.

The battle was also not instigated by Morax in an attempt to steal Chenyu Vale, it was first and foremost a battle out of self defense that later changed to a land naturally "changing hands" (leaders. For example you wouldn't say Focalors "stole" Fontaine after Egeria died, Ei "stole" Inazuma after Makoto or Venti "stole" all of Mondstat after the first leader's death). It would also constitute as unrightfully stolen if the native habitants fought against Morax now leading them, but they accepted his rulership over them with no underlying contempt/force. A natural and consenting change of hands.

But! Either way! Rightful self defense or not, he m6rdered! Which is bad!!!! He deserves to be punished for it and it's added onto his list of crimes!!!

3. He murked Osial, whose "d3ath"bed was the foundation of Guyun Forest.

Morax was noted to have murked Osial because Osial "wrought chaos upon his domain". Another piece suggests this was also an act of self defense, for Osial's power (whether it be out of hatred for Morax (which seems to be the more likely case because Zhongli says they were long grudging rivals) or just his general existence is unknown) extended over a large range, reaching Liyue's citizens and terrorizing them. Morax's intervention/confrontation of Osial was only noted after Osial's power reached and terrorized his citizens. There are no pieces insinuating nor confirming the opposite. [Diary of Roald the Adventurer, Vol. 6]. [Monolith Fragment].

...soooo the crime is once again murking in self defense. But violence is violence!! Punishable by law!! If Morax didn't want to be charged for this, he should've stood aside and let the waves terrorize and kill his people for many millennia to come (though wouldn't that also be breaking the contract/rules of being an archon, which is to act in the health/benefit of their citizens first and foremost?). Zhongli is damned if he does, damned if he doesn't. But who cares! Whatever he does or doesn't do in this instance is punishable by law and *true* justice!!!

4. He murked the Chi/Qingce.

It is noted the Mountainplace the Chi "ravaged" long stood before it decided to make its living place there (dispelling the myth that its corpse formed the land). People also lived there before it started to cause havoc too. It is unknown why it was driven to cause chaos, but the fact of the matter is, it caused chaos to Liyue's people specifically, and as per Morax's duty as an Archon, he stepped in to slay(?) it. It's not completely dead, just separated into pieces. Morax could not permanently kill it.

...violence is violence though! What he did is punishable by law!! Though, technically doing anything else in this instance is also punishable by law (doing nothing and allowing the monster to ravage his people is against the ideals of an archon but forcing them to move is also punishable by causing liyueans emotional duress via forcibly moving them due to outside forces they can't control but he can. Doing this each time a monster appears onto the land they've dwelt on before its existence is also unfair). [The Stars Inscribe the Year].

5. Marchosius and other Adepti participated and sacrificed themselves as a result of the war neither them nor Morax started!

...so you could say it's all technically due to Morax they're forced under these conditions (even though he didn't start the war, force the war to happen, nor force them into a contract)! Punishable!!

The Adepti, who were not forced into following Morax [Xianyun Story 3], established a contract with him to protect Liyue and his citizens. There were risks that came along with this job they decided to commit to, but they still did so dutifully. The circumstances they agreed to led to many of their deaths, including Xiao's karma, of which there isn't an insta-relief potion to. Zhongli can only slightly offset the effects.

Basically they're literally a walking: "Well if it isn't the consequences of my own actions."

6. Liyue AQ.

Morax inadvertently went through with a plan to unleash a sealed god beneath the sea, as a test (more specifically for the people who signed up knowing their job's risks. Nonetheless, they are risks he was somewhat responsible for this time around).

Despite the test naturally having risks (as any test in existence does, it's not a proper test without risk), it was a battle partially planned by his own hand. Even if he didn't directly throw the chaos at them, he was still behind the scenes, therefore shared some responsibility for it and the consequences.

The game does go out of its way to confirm nobody was ever in any real danger (3 characters confirming this, Signora doing most of the talking in the scene) and the battle wasn't even at Liyue Harbor (Keqing stating it wasn't) however Osial is still a crazy god and if anyone got injured Zhongli would share some responsibility (he could've stopped it).

This (excluding Khaenriah, we don't know what happened there) is pretty much the only "stain" on his career, in terms of judging him for being guilty of not handling the Authority healthily or whatever. He could arguably be declared guilty because he set up a risk-less divine test that came out the wazoo or he could be declared as not guilty by being argued as responsible enough (as an Archon) to properly ensure everything is prepared for his stepping down (alongside there being confirmed no actual danger). His multi millennium experience with these things is further reassurance for this claim.

7. Azhdaha.

This is...this is pretty self explanatory. There is absolutely no defense to Azhdaha's actions nor a reasonable excuse for Zhongli to not confront him (especially when Azhdaha is more than likely the Geo Sovereign. There are literally no other contenders in Liyue to stop a crazed sovereign hellbent on decimating all humans on his continent).

This...this shouldn't need any arguments. It was literally Morax confronting him or the end of Liyue (this is the same dragon frog who caused immense earthquakes when turning around in a nap. Now imagine him up and raging about!).

PS: There is no confirmation anywhere whatsoever he directly took part in decimating the Sovereigns alongside the Shades. And if this were so, it would make zero sense for Azhdaha to automatically submit and wish to become BFFs with Morax after Morax tried to lay waste to him and his brethren some years prior.

PPS: We don't know if he was directly at Khaenriah. Despite all Archons being called there, quite a few didn't actually make it to Khaenriah (Venti, Rukka, Egeria, and we have some pieces stating Morax personally directed the troops to deal with the Abyss breaking through in the Chasm during the Cataclysm).

PPPS: Zhongli does not owe Neuvillette alone anything. Neuvillette is, above all, a judge. Of Fontaine. Do you see judges of the US rushing over to Cnada to subjugate over others in accordance to their own personal laws of their land? No? It also wouldn't make sense for Ei to go over to Fontaine to wreck havoc over Fontainians not following her personal Inazuma law(s) either right? Alright same applies here (with some game logic).

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

7th Dimension (Chapter 7.3)

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 7.2

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST

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Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: (Part 4) Mind Training with Gojo Satoru had been beneficial to the both of you. You were given a mission to bake him sweets and in return of earning a 10/10 rating from the Great Teacher Gojo would result for a Shopping Spree treat from the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive.| Additional Summary for this chapter: Gojo Satoru knew himself that he was attractive. Hence, it didn't help that he had somehow caught to be in a heap of women surrounding him from the moment you've entered the store. Howbeit, this didn't stop how he'd notice that you've been casted to the side, a woman who intentionally bumped upon your shoulders. The simple stroll away from you churning an intolerable feeling inside that made him apprehensive somehow.

Warnings: The word 'fuck'. Brief mention of Geto. Women just hating your existence because 'y/n' is one lucky bish. Satoru being loud as heck. This chapter made me squeal somehow because...Satoru? (I don't wanna spoil anything. Just go read this chapter. Heehee.) FLUFFY because of certain scenes?

A/N: My back is hurting right now for writing advance chapters. Heehee. Also, THIS HAS BEEN ONE OF MY FAVORITE PARTS IN THIS LONG CHAPTER. ENJOY! (I'm wondering why I can't copy and paste words anymore from my own Tumblr posts. What is this update?)

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE SUPER-DUPER HIGHLY APPRECIATED! IT GIVES ME SO MUCH MOTIVATION! SORRY IF THERE ARE LOTS OF TYPOS AND GRAMMAR ERRORS! I ain't a professional writer! I'm just a potato-hoe! LMAO. 🤣

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Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits are not mine. I only own the plot of 7th Dimension. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be.

TO SAY THAT SATORU IS ATTRACTIVE MIGHT HAVE BEEN AN UNDERSTATEMENT. Without all the exclamation point highlighting symbols that should've been included in the phrase diminished the whole notion like a homespun verdict because the amount of attention that people has been giving towards the man whom you were with apt to have the expletives that surrounded the scale of enchantment that Gojo Satoru held for his existence.

The man made it entirely obvious that he had been accustomed to the profound attention just by strolling around the mall, reveling in the recognition from the amount of people who were sustaining his deep-seated self-esteem which catered a lot of his piled up pomposity over the gospel truth with every nanosecond and every ogle.

He was damn enticing to have everyone's heed on him, it went faraway enough to have women---a herd of them suddenly girdling around to have his attention on them alone as they began to offer him their numbers straight from the shoulder as if you haven't existed to their line of sight. Perhaps, their intrusion were of the definite time to be apprised of how you were clutching onto his hand like a lassie who was bound to get lost in the mall.

It made you suddenly self-aware of how you acted upon your spontaneity. The chumminess of deed you've somehow reacted on a whim.

The realization dawned on you when you've cleverly slithered passed through the flocks of women, your existence shrinking from the beautiful dames who made it clear that they did not want you around when one had to collide upon your shoulder, casting a shadow upon being there.

Although, the antipathy of that particular woman---which ended with you, apologizing for her intentional actions instead that Gojo heard and detested for your deprecatory talk of rot. She actually had implicated a volitional act towards the idea that Satoru came in with you---her petty hostility actually hadn't been overlooked by the white-haired sorcerer because from the moment you've squirmed out of the palsy-walsy physical contact that he obviously felt; the absence of your fingers buried against his large ones---his detailed line of vision had him following; supervising on which section of the store you've sought after and chose to bask in your own solitude rather than be the murk on his reign of spotlight.

Each step you took as you strolled away to be shrouded from the crowd, he found it suddenly intolerable---repellant over the mental picture as if it had been a moment he'd already experienced before and detested his companions' turning their backs away from him.

Satoru's beam momentarily went minimal at that, thoroughly reckoning and holding his gaze for you in sight. But, he regained his composure once again when a newfangled, bonny, foxy damsel had endeavored for his attention, striving to not leave the store without slipping her details nor making an impression for Gojo that she was daring enough and desired to have him around---well, for the most part, this sultry dame wanted to have her way with him.

The woman was attractive. Single. Pretty from head to toe who seemed to be debauched for one night stands.

Gojo was a man whom had his own needs as well.

Of course, they had to exchange numbers. That was what he always does---it was what he needed to do. A chore that was expectant from the Sensei himself. The corybantic repetitive routines that he gladly associates and delights himself whenever he had the time and whenever he wanted.

Back on the days, he would. Those juvenile times, the prurient curiosities that he had most during his heydays or the days that could be considered as the best years of his life with Suguru Geto on his side.

Yet, this present time; the one considered to be his on top of his prime. Those dalliances he had and have been having gradually decreased. Though, in all aspects does he not revel in every once in a while.

You knew he'd entertained each and every one of them. Much as you've assessed, critically judged and interpreted his character in a much more on the unfettered side because of the perception of personality and sense of aggression and virility he rejoices in.

Albeit, despite accepting the reality that Satoru would and eventually give heed to them. Your mind was celebrating for finally being away from the man himself even if it would've been painstakingly just a minute or so. This subconsciousness you had---that inner voices were telling you how horrid and disrespectful these women were for shunning you away like trash when you were the one whom Satoru had obviously came in with.

The audacity they had.

Unbeknownst to you, the scowl etched to your face says how your mind and subconsciousness had an exchange of views when you started searching for what you wanted until Gojo finally realizes it was time to make your hackle's rise once again.

"Tiny-Chan," Gojo stated flatly, sounding downright bored to heck when he instantly knew where you were hiding like a dum-dum, just behind a rack filled of multi-colored checkered long sleeved polo shirts. He concealed his amusement through a feigned undertone of his voice. Even without opening an eye, Satoru could sense where you were hiding and he had surprisingly yanked the clothing away from your face, igniting a high-pitch squeak from the moment you were welcomed by those special Stygian sunglasses he wore.

"Is this how you really pick your clothing? You hide behind them? Is this the new trend?"

Your mouth twitched in displeasure when you've noticed a pair of high-school students intentionally pass by Satoru behind him. They were thinking that you were trying to act adorable for the Jujutsu Sorcerer which is why you've gained a stink-eye.

Oh, they were really annoying.

This has been the most memorable---dreadful day where people had given you a thoroughgoing recognition over your own existence. Back in your dimension, it wasn't entirely exaggerated to the point that it felt too unrealistic to gain their vituperations just by being accompanied by a guy---a male who was as pretty as a picture. It was scathing to a degree that you would technically know that their opinions they held for you were either critical over your physical aspects or adjudicating who you actually were for the Jujutsu Sorcerer.

One could conclude that some of their prudence had the notion that you were his step-child, considering the sweeping height-differences and Satoru's evident scale of charm that filled the bucket beyond normal, filling it over through one's highest scale of marketability.

It also didn't help that he was salient and garish over acting as a financer, haphazardly throwing sets of clothes towards you, downright disinterested if it could consist an arm or a leg. It didn't go unnoticed by Gojo but he'd seen you be on the sly for hanging the clothing back---the ones you obviously would like but chewed over the price tag because it was an overpriced one.

People made it obvious that they weren't hypercritical enough to presume that you were his sugar-baby, making it clear that the kind of amorous entanglement didn't seem to fit for you. Hence, which is why they've settled into thinking that you were a stepdaughter or his stepsister.

"Whenever you're near me. They're also around." you huffed, tugging the clothing back from Satoru and encircling them around your body to melt from the softness of it. Maybe, you would want a piece because of the soft fabric that it actually gives.

You pulled a face before stepping out under the racks, checking the price tag and smiling one you've estimated the digits inside your head as the pricing where in the amount of Japanese Yen. "---Can't you make them stop?"

Satoru stood alongside, his phone on his other hand as he twirled it around his fingers, aimlessly spinning it out of ennui, "Thought you wanted me around?" his reply was curt, eyeing you pick what color you were of penchant of. He'd glossed over his gauges to his own head, guessing you would choose the black and white one and the latter had been on the right track for that. You were solely heedless that he was mindlessly doing it because of how his mouth constantly blathered what he wanted to say, no matter how churlish or unambiguous it was.

"---I wasn't the one pulling my own hand from the moment we got here, so you might as well deal with it."

You've wandered through an aisle, momentarily drifting your gaze from the hanging pile of clothing and peering up towards Gojo from time to time. Those blest beauty of orbs already on you as if he was intent onto giving all his ears for you after being neglected a while ago due to the hamper of women that practically threw themselves on his feet from the moment they'd seen him. You've swallowed the ball of self-consciousness that started picking up once again when he made it seem like you were apprising him a story that he was dead interested for. Or it was because you were giving him the perception of mindlessly nourishing his self-image without even being aware of it.

"Well, you're attracting a lot of customers. Herds of them. I can't actually pick what I want when I could get a hold of their explicative buzzes of unintelligible language and non-verbal death stares. "

Your neck strained to actually give him your attention, his entirety; his lanky, gargantuan height actually stressing you down. Your subconsciousness wanting to ask him how the weather was up there, yet you've resisted the urge to speak it out because you knew he would rise to the bait upon giving you a 'how's the weather down there, Tiny-Chan? You havin' fun down in hell?' in hopes of kindling a scowl off your face that he would surely take a rowdy laugh through it all.

Satoru's tone was idly quelled for the first time, modulated to the point that it sounded pleasant and that it felt like he was at one's ease with the time he was spending with you, "Which is why I've told you to choose the expensive shops then. It has lesser people there. You would've strolled freely then," he genially admonished, an irregular timbre that held a tinge of softness that made you blink twice because of how random he suddenly seemed.

The way he softly scolded through your dogged determination of choosing a reasonable mid-range store got the best of you that it had your mind skipping through a trap that made you go absentminded. It sounded pleasant---utterly as nice as pie. You knew it was probably just a delusion of his physical existence because Gojo started to blow his own trumpet for the next words that slipped out of his mouth, "Also, It can't be helped when you're with a very attractive man---," he smugly grinned before he continued, snapping a finger over your face which has gotten you to cease from your aimless wandering in the middle of the aisle, "---You had the privilege to choose anything you wanted. You're wasting the opportunity, I say."

You've shook your head, declining the persuasion and not wanting to indulge yourself from the immoderate chain stores that Gojo has been enticing you in. Being entirely sheepish of the prices it offered. "It's making me uncomfortable. Go entertain them again or something."

Much to your dismay, Satoru was already hell-bent on keeping you company and decided that this time was intended for you instead. He gave a resolute purse of his lips, pretending to think about it before a cordial smile lifted his face in which you haven't seen because of how concentrated you were upon what catches your eye.

"Eh. You might as well ignore them."

"Satoru~?" In the midst upon searching through hangered racks of clothes, you've halted betwixt your torpid rummages. Somehow, the greeting seemed to be of a coltish drawl from you. Yet, this reached his ears in a treacly cadence which had been highly perceptible to his hearing. You were caught uttering it surprisingly soft-spoken enough for him to see this through an unusual finding that stirred a zany response of a hum that vibrated through his chest---it sounded cloying which was difficult to bear especially when he'd surprised you by bending over to your side and acted upon the caprices of his comprehension, leaning down closer to you and literally lending his ear to hear you better.

"Hm?~ What is it?"

A clandestine instance that got the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer over his mindless reasoning that had been unforthcoming. Satoru wanted to hear it again from you, secretively eager as he was thoughtless for this odd discovery that he never realized that his responses had been---affectionate.

Howbeit, the abrupt amicable rapport had been ruined from the moment he'd felt you gesturing to wear his blindfolds. Satoru didn't even need to look at you just for him to know that you were hopeful he would wear his blindfolds again. Was it the fact that you hated how everyone seemed to grant their heed to the both of you or was it simply because of how your knees felt like jelly whenever he provides you the attention that everybody desperately desired from him?

Gojo quickly straightened his back like he'd been cauterized. His face expressive as he pulled a face, taking a dim view of the idea you wanted. This was a turn up for the books because you had never seen him entirely scowl until this time of the day, openly stating as clear as day that your pigheaded demands actually displeased him. He hadn't came into his senses that he brought his fingers through his hair in an attempt to brush them off away from his face as he responded thickly, "No, no and no. How many times should I say no?" the latter pressed on, spinning on his heels to at least purposelessly provide you a definite amount of space that he has been consuming from you.

"---You hated how I was blindfolded all the time. I figured you would want me using my sunglasses while I guide you around Tokyo,"

"Well, that was before I never believed you with the...sketches you were telling me," The ends of your words were trailed off, skeptical that you wanted to admit it to the man. With each word that passed by sounded distant as you took this as an opportunity to walk through the other section of the aisle, briskly wandering with the random clothes that hung over your arms.

You actually believed him now then?

Satoru heard it loud and clear, crystal. He had to turn around to see that you weren't there anymore. As luck would have it, his height made it easier to find you through the heaps of customers that began to abundantly grow since the moment you've both entered the establishment. "Wait, wait. You actually believe me now?"

"---OI! TINY-CHAN!~" Gojo shamelessly hollered, grinning like a maniac as he was enthusiastically snapping his head from left to right. The latter was cock-a-hoop over your immediate admission. This was the initial sign of defeat. A big K.O. This sudden admittance from the attempts of refusing to be bested by Satoru's smooth talking and impractical ways of showing you evidences that he was exactly the person drawn on those papers you had.

He was quick to find you on the other aisle and actually took a run for it like a bonehead. His smile consisting of his pearly whites that shone through the store's light, reflecting in a way that brightened up his face as he resoundingly chanted his nickname for you out loud. Satoru's mirthful calling that resonated all around the store that people obviously heard made you awkwardly scratch your temple in an attempt to cover yourself from his own garishness.

A woman began eyeing you from the side, perceiving that she knew you were the person whom Gojo was trying to having your attention on. This member of the fair sex who was also fetching enough for any man but had her personality crafted from hell---the woman who had been stalking around for some time now in which you were oblivious from her surreptitious tailings by dint of Satoru's talks of draw aways.

You were entirely ignorant that this was the woman who'd intentionally bumped you hard enough when you've slithered out of Satoru's hold. Albeit, this resulted with Satoru who'd completely intendedly ignored her futile attempts of gaining his attention.

Which is why she was giving you the mental eye rolls right now, glaring at you from the sides as she was arm-to-arm away, grabbing this opportunity to be a chatter through you as she plastered a phony smile in attempts to probably be the bridge to acquire what she wanted from the white-haired sorcerer.

Women. Satoru silently thought to himself, his posture poised and firm, leaning his weight on both of his feet with his hands inside his pockets. Observing the scene from the other end of the aisle with a smirk on his face and over his deep Stygian sunglasses, absolutely finding this as an opportunity for levity.

He'd taken another run for it; another run for you as he called for your sobriquet at the top of his voice, his tee-hees escaping here and there, "Hi, Tiny-Chaaaaan! You know you're never getting rid of me after what I just heard from you! Hehehe!"

Satoru's overdramatic venture and war cries churned a more thorough veiling of your palms enclosed around your face as if you weren't accompanied by the guy. He made it obvious. The raucous attitude that he also has was already written inside that invisible note inside your mind, ticking the imaginary box that Satoru was indeed a loud guy that even his actions were thespian---dramatic to the point that if he wanted to act this certain way, he will and he would. Wordlessly, Satoru made it limpid that there was no stopping him no matter what happens even in times like this.

His muscled, compact weight and height took a dramatic slide, his priceless Adidas squeaking along the waxed, shiny floors of the store as if he skated on ice. Gojo's sudden next move making your heart freeze; your lungs opted to make you breathless from the bolt of surprise. An acute eye-opener that has gotten your palms sweaty and those strident drum beats crawling out of your chest from such an intimate gesture that you did not anticipate of.

Satoru sprinted from the side and halted once he could glide along. His lanky limbs threaded across your hips with all possible haste before you could even say knife. He'd acted like a bat out of hell as he had surrounded and occupied all possible personal space that you considered to be unbearable.

Gojo-feckin'-Satoru did that. He really did.

The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer acted upon his frolic impulse to get that bitch away from you without even thinking the position that he brought you both in.

He went on clutching onto you as if you were a piece of confectionery that he ought not to share merely because of the inane triumph that signaled and fed onto his mirth.

This has been like the moment that Itadori had told them that Megumi was being hit on by a woman that they've acted upon their foolish reflexes without even thinking of the consequences.

Gojo's arms engulfed you from the side. It was evident that he was a tall, vigorous man as lanky as he may seem through the clothing he wore. There was definite robust muscles that were veiled beneath his smothered uniform that he always have been garbed in. His arms were firm like adamantine chains, shocking you to say the least when your reflexes reached for what enveloped around you---for who was wrapping you up in a jolting embrace.

"Oof! Fuck!" The only time---this was the only damned time that you had cursed out loud while using your native language and it was because of Gojo Satoru.

You were beyond knocked for six because of the deed. Thus, the senses you've felt that were heightened since the time he'd tightly grasped onto that forbidden personal proximity that he seemed to not restrict himself in was not helping either because your mind was caught in a haywire of bliss and daze, feeling him even get to point that Satoru had wholly bent his height to recite your nickname like a chirpy prayer over your ear, his warm breath skimming pass your skin like a leaf swaying in the balmy days of late summer. The all-familiar fragrance that drafted through your nose, established upon your intuits by now because of the faint traces it left around Satoru's dormitory room which haunts you in a daydream each night.

What came with those intangible sensory of realization was also a considerable amount of shame because of how you were caught with his weight when he managed to slide to catch you in his arms. Unbeknownst to you, Gojo was intent upon it---bumping unto the bitch using his infinity so the collision was more compressed and solidified. A petty thought of disrelishing the fact that his body would touch hers as if she was a microbe to him gave Satoru the grimace.

This experience for her was rather much of a stone being thrown to a brick wall.

"S-Satoru! What the heck is wrong with you!" you whisper-shouted, utterly startled by his rash behavior as you tried to stare at the racks of clothing that hung before you. Choosing the front line of your vision because if you looked anywhere, it was either you're choosing to face the woman from hell who stumbled as far as to falling her ass to the ground due to Gojo's heavy weight that collided with hers or his face that was in a dangerous proximity which would surely keep you awake at night.

"---Y-You've made me bump into her!"

Gojo mouth has been a thumb away from your ear. His tone of reassurance downright mischievous and sham like he had been aware of it. Thus, his silvery Japanese lilt danced along his intentional ignorance as he spoke along your ear, breath fanning against your skin which has thrown you more off- balance.

"Ah. Hold on. Did we really?" He gave a low-chuckle, the vibrations of his sonorous titters hurtled straight to your ears, passing straight to your wake and heedless reverie, prior as he went on with his act, "---Where is she? I didn't see her, though."

Satoru pretended to be oblivious and went all the way into standing tall again, unbending his height to a degree that made him look out in the line of aisles as if he couldn't find the hell-cat who was scrambling onto her feet, utmost mortified for the disgrace brought to her. She'd only plummeted right in front of you both and Gojo behaved as if she wasn't there at all. His lanky arms were still persistent from wounding it around you but loosening in the slightest. Yet, still keeping you close and in his arms. All the blood rushing from your fidgeting toes till the affixed staggered expression on your face; eyes unblinking with a mind that went straight to Disneyland at once.

You were entirely avoiding all eye-contact.

His heavenly eyes apathetically landed on her, the intensity of his gaze turned intimidating for a normal person to handle especially that she had been in the middle of being browbeaten by the Jujutsu Sorcerer's unequivocal, curt responses that went along his prearranged dramaturgy. Eventually, Satoru brought your rigid body and dumbfounded state to his side, snaking an audacious arm around your shoulders that felt leaden from the amount of weight he had.

Gojo yanked you closer, being the shepherd along his playacts as he wanted you to be the sheep. He'd sluggishly given her his gaze, giving her the attention that she desired from him but has obviously been the opposite of what she yearned for. She was a lot taller than you. Hence, Satoru only had to cock his head, channeling a lot more of his hubristic side to this woman as he reckoned her appearance by lowering his Stygian Sunglasses to reveal the acuity he was giving for her pompous acts.

"Get lost then?" the latter spoke nonchalantly, a cheeky grin from ear to ear as he added with a wink, "---you're standing way too close anyway."

She wasn't needed to be told twice after undergoing the intensity of his hectors. The hasty switch that women hardly ever encounter as they were blinded by his outstanding magnetism. Those terse, derogatory statements that were exclusively for the elders that stresses the fuck out of him all the time.

The woman was not needed to be told twice like an idiot. She heard him loud and clear. He even had to made it apparent to the people who passed by that he was as flagrant as he always was.

"T-That was rude. Did you really have to say that to her?" you've stammered and finally stumbled out of your own trance, still highly sensible of Satoru's arm that hung loosely around your shoulder like a bag of rice. The woman's words perceptible enough to tell that she probably called him an 'asshole' underneath her breath as she shunned away with shame that will haunt her forever like a cursed-spirit lulling her to sleep for tonight. Gojo was bold enough to bid her a mirthful sayonara, waving his large palms at her while he watched her go, giggling to himself.

He'd heard you grouse for treading the boards of her perpetual maneuverings to get him.

Satoru blew a raspberry like a child as he was beginning to grow weary over taking a lot of time through your garment reconsiderations, "What. I have a lousy personality---," he started to stroll, taking you with him as his arm was still stuck to your side. You were contemplating if he planned to even wretch them away already since the whole playing pretend had been already done for. Yet, Gojo was disregardful of your mindless fidgets here and there. He seemed to be restful enough to flout the new position he hurdled you in, "---She couldn't get the hint. You also told me to make them stop so you could choose whatever you want and we could get the hell outta' here."

Passing along an aisle he noticed that you had already wandered through, Satoru surveyed the racks of clothing till he halted before an apparel that you've taken a second look at---probably the fourth already for some time now. It was prior to this certain moment that he'd caught you mentally calculating how much it was worth, the attire being put back along the racks because of your diffidence towards the extravagant pricing. You pondered why he half way took a pause upon his ambles and realized you've stopped before the garment you have been eyeing for a while now.

Straightaway, he'd chosen the color that you've wanted andhad a fancy for. His odd attentiveness leaving you speechless because he was already well-informed to the tones that you were penchant of. Satoru did not seem to be like a man who was conscious and thoughtful of the smallest details, he conveyed that he did not seem to care a lot for anything. In fact, he seemed to put an appearance of a guy that was a walking redflag because of his hostility on the subject of commitments.

"After this, we're choosing the higher ends." the white-haired sorcerer casually stated out in the open, sounding like it was of ordinance. He threw the clothing over your head, covering your sole vision and having the perspective of darkness from his haphazard toss, "---I'm putting you on blindfolds. You've been taking a whole lotta' time upon choosing which is which when I don't care about the price anyway."

"N-No! I'm still choosing the cheap ones and I'm not using your blindfolds!" you've declared and complained under the clothing, shaking your head and shrinking at the thought that you'll actually be strolling along luxury retail stores that probably costed the earth. There was no visual of Satoru who was mischievously grinning to himself. However, you knew he was through the taunting pitch of his voice that laced along the words, "Oh, the irony. Don't you think? You want me blindfolded while you, Tiny-Chan---" he took a breather, sniggering at the sides. "---Don't want to be blindfolded. How unfair of you."

Satoru was a damned mystery in your life. The rarity of the condition where his physical, newfangled advances that leaves your skin tingling in hanker for more or anxious for such an unfamiliar warmth that was bothersome to your whole being. Throughout such a short time, he could turn it amicable if he wanted to like a port in a storm of raging, disparate desires that you never knew could be experienced nor felt.

You must have been color-blinded then for stepping over the red tiles.

"IT'S BECAUSE I'LL LITERALLY BE BLIND IF I DO, UNLIKE YOU!"

You loudly scoffed to his impractical suggestion, tugging off the garment that covered your line of sight with a glower. You've tried your hardest to free yourself from the heavy arm that hung around your shoulder. Thus far, he never allowed you to and wanted to cross the other end of the rainbow, provoking you further and further till he could see the peeved leprechauns that would've been galled of the naked truth that he had probably stole the gold.

Satoru had a puckish toothy grin, chuckling here and there when he'd felt you whirl over his loosening hold, a brow raised to his utter glee from how rankled you've guised to be. He knew he was deriving satisfaction from the exasperation running through your veins, those once stiff muscles modified into the fellow feeling that he opted for you to have for him.

Notwithstanding that you had to open your precious, refractory, little mouth in spitting down another set of bundled native comments that pulled a gurn off his grin, sounding absolutely like a flippant remark without even getting to understand everything. You were striving to be of valiant. Downright bold to lift a reprimanding finger right on his clothed chest as you murmured in a whispering spat.

"Tch. You're a walking red flag who's been playing with my head and heart. How dare you."

Did he read the tone right?

Satoru had to raise a questioning brow. He was utmost wary that he wanted you to repeat what you just said to him and he was hating over how this was making him look like a fool and also building the urge---a vehement urge some type of way that made him grumble beneath his chest.

He swiftly held onto your reprimanding finger that he obviously permitted for you to touch, his hand thoroughly engulfing yours as he gently swatted them away with a raised brow, "Aren't you just so stubborn?" he lowly quipped, skeptical that you would use it for the fourth time today before he went on with his playful chides, "---I told you not to speak your native language while I'm around! What did you just say now? Tell me---!" Satoru reached down to pinch your cheeks with his thumb and forefinger, the constant usage of your native language driving him to distraction as he added more vigor to the gesture. He even added a little pull of your skin which has gotten you kicking up a fuss because it actually hurts.

"---Tell me, Tiny-Chan! I'm not going to shut up until you do!"

You were loudly whining in pain, pushing his hands away but never finding the definite amount of strength to as Satoru has given you the verdict that your intentional, balky chaffs were in actuality, bothering the strongest. The Gojo Satoru. "You never shut up anyway!" you've exclaimed with a sally, feeling his fingers tighten on your cheek a lot more than he could ever, making you wince because you knew it was bound to be swollen anytime now.

"S-Satoru! It's Nothing! Seriously! Ah--! Stop it! It hurts!"

He'd pulled the skin further, his eyes lighting up as it crinkled along the edges. A warmhearted laugh escaping his chest as he was unaware of how hearty it sounded to be. His gaze glinted in fascination as he feasted one's eye upon your beseeching squirms through his touch.

"You just look exactly like those Mochi Ice cream you've made for me. So cute!"

I'm not used to the new update that Tumblr has given us via desktop version. AAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Anyway, hope anyone's enjoying this! FEEDBACKS ARE SO SO MUCH APPRECIATED!

[aquaticseaduction]

When it rains, it fucking pours, ma dude!

Ok, so y'all ready for a bedtime story?

My ex bf and i decided to try an open relationship a few months back. So i could experiment with girls, but guys weren't off limits either. My bf hadnt really been looking, but i definitely was. (Our sex drives are different and mine is slightly higher than his)

So then, one of our friends come to visit and me and him were hitting it off more than usual. There was a night where we "almost" kissed, but didnt. He leaves and alls well that ends well.

Except then, few weeks later, after we both opened up about some personal shit (he came out as bi to me and talked about a few other things) we ended up flirting and then eventually sexting. Oops.

He also basically said he'd be down to hook up and silly me, I asked my bf if we could hook up in this open relationship. I also gave my bf full permission to hook up with my friends if they were interested.

He was down and said sure. Not an eager sure, but sure, nonetheless.

Me, my bf and this mutual friend all talked with one another and set up a date. The date went well!

But then I come home, and my bf is acting upset, but saying that its fine. Hes just not used to it. I told him, i can stop if he wants me too. He says to maybe cool it for a week or two. (Mind you, my bf and I are still having sex and nothing in our relationship has changed.)

So then, a few weeks go by and i get the ok to meet up with the friend. But then the same thing happens - i come home to my bf being upset. He then asks if i want to take a break.

I say no and ask if he's not ok with the open relationship anymore. He says he isn't sure.

He then starts projecting his jealousy onto me and I call him out.

This leads to him admitting to cheating on me four years ago, with his ex-gf. (We had been together for 7 years - which means it happened halfway through our time together).

This leads me to wanting space. He doesnt oblige.

I start confiding in the friend more about whats going on (shouldnt have done this)

The friend tells me all the shitty things my bf is saying about me. This leads me to break up with him.

Im still horny though, so i figure it couldnt hurt to sleep with the friend more.

Wrong! The friend has caught feelings and tells me he has had them the whole time.

Im not there yet and ask for space from the friend.

He starts pressuring me about things like living together, kids and possible marriage. I freak and basically ghost him for a week.

After mulling it over, i start to question the friends motives...so then I go back to my ex bf and ask if he really said all these shitty things the friend said.

My ex says no, but i dont believe him 100% (i mean, why should i? He cheated on me 3 years into our relationship, then lied about it for 4 years)

So then he shows me the messages and other proofs and everything the friend said was either an exaggeration or a full on lie.

SO THEN, having this knowledge, I try to cut this friend out and (all while in the process of apartment hunting, finding a place and moving) he keeps trying to chat me up through various social media platforms.

I finally succeed and tell him to let me contact him when im ready (so im thinking never), BUT THEN i find out I'm pregnant and it's his (the friend, not ex-bf)

So NOW, I've made contact with him to help with paying for the struggle. My ex-bf knows and has been being kind enough to help me pack and im still working hella, while being super nauseous and tired.

The moral of the story, Plan B doesn't always work, open relationships CAN work, so long as there is TRUST and OPEN COMMUNICATION (my ex was lacking on BOTH of those) and also, this year fucking sucks.