#but first... I have to go to school for coding

[esstxys]

𝓨 𝓐 𝓝 𝓖 𝓙 𝓔 𝓞 𝓝 𝓖 𝓘 𝓝 - freak.

warnings : au, classmate!jeongin, nerdy!jeongin, curly hair innie bc i love, hes a munchh asf, slight angst at the start, multiple orgasms, fingering, overstimulation ( all f receiving ), pussy eating,actually busted a nut at ts bc what, NOT proofread

summary : you, practically a school celebrity, are "accused" of liking your nerdy senior, yang jeongin, so you go to his dorm to talk to him about it

now playing: good form - nicki minaj

you knew it.

he knew it.

and, at this point, it felt like the whole universe knew it.

you, the outgoing, popular girl who seemed like she could have any guy she wanted, liked the school's nerd.

and frankly, it was ridiculous. it seemed like something out of a drama.

"she could have any guy she wanted and she picks him..?"

"why would she like him, that just cant be true.."

"poor guy.. its probably so she doesn't lose a bet.."

things both you and jeongin heard on the daily.

so why were you at his door right now? surely this wouldn't help the allegations.

you could practically hear the things that would be said in the hallway next week if anyone had even seen you walk near his dorm.

but to put it straight, you were here to confess to him as if the rumors hadn't already sealed your shared fate.

your train of thought soon derailed, though, as you heard the click! of him unlocking his door for you.

he hesitated before opening the door, smiling warmly and adjusting his glasses with his free hand.

his hair sat like perfect chaos on his head, soft curls spewing every which way but somehow still framing his blushing face perfectly. not wanting him to realize how you were deeply admiring his features, you flashed him a warm smile and kept your gaze down as you entered his dorm.

jeongin closed the door behind the two of you and shuffled away, giving you room to take your shoes off. as you did so, you looked at the display case of indecently dressed figurines and other seemingly pointless collectables.

he took note of this and walked to the counter with his head hung low, embarrassment written all over his expression.

you felt a pang in your chest.

if only he knew how badly you wished you could just kiss his face and reassure him that you thought anything he liked was cool.

after setting your shoes on his doormat, you headed towards the counter where 2 cups of water laid.

you had his number saved from a coding project the two of you had worked on together, so you took the opportunity to text him prior to your arrival to let him know you would be coming over, and the thought of him thinking to prepare a drink for you made your stomach flutter.

more importantly, though, behind one of the drinks sat jeongin.

as you pulled out a seat across from him, you flashed him a shy smile once again, which he quickly returned.

the silence was so loud with unsaid words.

your skin burned.

"so," you cleared your throat, and as you gathered the courage to talk, jeongins voice started before yours could.

"i have a feeling i already know what you're going to tell me," he paused and lifted his drink.

your eyes flicked to his lips as he waited for your response.

"oh, really?" you waited for him to finish drinking before speaking again, "would you like to tell me what that is?"

he put his cup down and started, "well, first youre going to apologize for liking me as a part of a bet, or whatever your friend group has decided to make me and you the center of, then youre going to apologize for the things ive heard in the hallway, and then youll leave."

he was so confident with his answer that it caused another pang of hurt to ring throughout your body.

"jeongin.." you started, but he spoke once more.

"you really don't have to say it yourself, i understand."

"i know.." once again, he spoke over you.

"okay, then if you know, be on your way." he looked towards the door.

you looked at the door and then deadpanned to him, he gave you a look that said 'what?! know I'm not wrong, so leave!'

"jeongin you aren't understanding," you look him in the eyes and for some reason you want to cry, although his expression is seemingly emotionless.

"i know i dont have to say that because thats not even close to what i want to say to you-"

"if you are just going to say it in a nicer way, i seriously don-" this time, you were the one to cut him off.

"just stop, please!"

that shuts him up.

his mouth parts slightly, like he’s surprised you even raised your voice.

for a second, the only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat.

he stays frozen, lightly placing both of his elbows onto the counter.

arms crossed, jaw locked, gaze fixed past you, as if looking away might keep him safe.

you walk quietly around to his side of the counter, the movement casual, although it seems more like you are just trying to close the space between the two of you rather than make a point.

“jeongin,” you say again, softer now, “you’re not understanding.”

he still doesn’t look at you.

“i didn’t come here to mock you. i didn’t come here because of a bet. i came here because i like you, and I’ve been too much of a coward to say it until now.”

still, silence.

“you think I’d waste my time coming all the way here just to hurt you?” you continue. “after everything we’ve heard them say? you think I'd go through all that just to prove them right?”

still, silence.

then, finally, and almost inaudibly.

“i don’t know what to believe.”

you move toward him, slow, cautious, and placed your hand gently on his arm. “believe me.”

his skin is so incredibly soft under your touch.

jeongin flinches.

not from your touch, but from how fast he seems to be losing control of this moment. he stands up abruptly, taking a step back like he needs distance to think.

you want to step back out of respect, but in this moment you want nothing more than to be close to him.

you look at him, and after what seems like forever, his gaze finally meets yours once again.

“you shouldn’t look at me like that,” he says, voice low.

your ears perk up at the sudden change in tone. “like what?”

“like you trust me. like you want something from me I don’t know how to give.”

“I swear I’m not asking you to give me anything-“

“you are,” he says. “you just don’t know it.”

you hesitate, then step forward, breaking the space he instilled earlier. “then tell me what I’m asking for, because I think all I want is you.”

he’s still for a second.

he closes his eyes and then —

he kisses you, short and sweet. testing the waters.

once he sees the sweet expression the kiss has given you, his lips come down once more.

this time with precise tenderness, each movement measured, as though he’s memorizing your mouth. you lean in to meet him, and you feel him let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding.

for a moment, it stays like this.

quiet, steady, tentative.

then you feel it.

a shift.

the silence is no longer full of unsaid words, it’s full of unsaid actions,

It’s in the way his hand moves from where it was hovering near your waist to resting firmly at the small of your back.

not rough. not rushed. just solid. intentional.

he deepens the kiss slightly, just enough to make you feel it. his other hand comes up to your jaw, thumb brushing lightly against your cheek as he angles your face the way he wants.

you dont even realize how much the two of you have leaned into each other until you feel the edge of the counter press into your hip.

when he finally pulls away, his breath is warm against your skin.

“you don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

you try to speak, but your voice catches.

you haven’t seen this side of him before, not anywhere besides the place tucked deep in the back of your mind when you couldn’t fall asleep.

he sees the way your lips part, the way your fingers curl slightly at his slender frame, and it tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“are you always this reckless?” he asks seemingly playfully, but under the surface, there is something firmer about it,

you blink. “what do you mean?”

his eyes drop to your lips, then back up again, slowly.

“just walking into a guys room, kissing him like this, telling him you want him..” he trails off and tilts his head slightly

“you really think that doesn’t mean something?”

it’s almost like he’s completely dropped the shy, nerdy mask and underneath is someone who knows exactly how to take what he wants once he’s sure he can have it.

“maybe I do,” you say quietly keeping the same firm undertones that were laced into his previous words.

he studies you, like he’s trying to decide whether to believe that.

then he takes one slow step forward.

the counter is now fully pressed against you,

and is the tent forming in his pants.

no words are shared, just subconscious actions.

your hand drifts instinctively, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his perfectly carved chest which you graze your fingers over. you continue down his stomach, lower. he’s shivering.

until you’re touching him, open-palmed and slow, this is when his body lightly bucks into the feeling.

he doesn’t breathe for a second. just leans in closer, like the quiet between you has suddenly become charged with something he can’t afford to break.

so you kiss him again.

and again.

his mouth opens wider over yours, teeth scraping your lower lip which makes you let out a whine. his hand that is settled on your waist pulls you in closer, rougher than before, until you’re fitted tight against him, knees barely holding steady.

you tilt your hips without thinking.

he moans into your mouth in reply, low in his throat, restrained.

still, you don’t speak.

your hand stays exactly where it is, feeling him hard and hot beneath the denim and it makes you go crazy.

you take your hand off of his jeans and grab his bicep, now opting to grind your heat against him.

you are so wet.

his lips trail to your jaw, then down your neck. the way his eyes are closed and his breath is slightly unsteady makes it feel like he’s claiming every inch of you with quiet precision.

like he wants to feel the way your breath catches beneath his tongue.

and he does.

you’re trembling now, partially from the fact your pussy is practically screaming for him, but also from the way everything unspoken between the two of you is finally unfolding, yet somehow no words are being said.

just hands. just mouths. just breath.

and the sound of your heart pounding where it meets his.

the thought of the simple wordless conversation between your bodies makes you moan.

at this point, the two of you can now tell how badly you need each other, and if you wait any longer, it will get way messier than needed.

so one of his hands moves down firmly gripping the back of your thigh, and in a single, fluid motion, he lifts you effortlessly onto the edge of the counter.

“innie..” you breath out as he leans in for kiss that ended up starting deeper than either of you intended, causing you to fall back onto your elbows.

you were both breathing through your noses, quick and uneven, refusing to break the kiss even as his hands fumbled at your waistband.

you instinctively lift your hips for him, and he pulls your pants down to your mid thighs, giving him just enough room to dip his finger into your heat.

you finally break the kiss with a breathless open mouthed moan, shifting your focus to the hand that was working you so well.

your knees part to make more space for him, he takes this opportunity to drag your pants the rest of the way down.

he does it so clumsily like his brain isn’t keeping up with how much he wants you.

he sinks down between your legs once your panties are discarded and his hands grip your thighs like he is trying to steady himself

his glasses slip slightly down his nose as he looks up at you from between your legs.

It should look ridiculous him, on his knees, with that quiet, nerdy exterior still intact.

but it doesn’t.

it undoes you.

he leans in, and when his mouth finds you it’s warm and steady.

you let a moan and your body jolts upwards, your hand finding one of his, grabbing just one of his fingers for some sort of soothing as he practically makes out with your pussy.

his hands maintain their steady grip on your thighs, keeping you exactly where wants you.

you’re thighs are twitching every time his lips suck your sensitive clit.

he can tell you are getting closer when you grip his finger as your muscles tense.

he frees his hand from your grip, and you whine at the loss of the comforting contact of his skin.

before you can even think why he might’ve done this, the finger you were just holding was slipped into you.

you grab the back of his head at his actions and let out a drawn out whimper of his name.

at this, he lets out a deep moan into your pussy, sending shivers down your spine, which is also currently arched so far in pleasure you feel like you might need a back brace after this.

at this point you are grinding into his face, his hair brushing your pelvis and his tongue explores your pussy.

“so good ..” he says, his voice is low and wrecked. “s’pretty like this..”

and somehow his tongue doesn’t miss a beat, and his finger is still applying the perfect amount of pressure inside of you.

you could snap at any moment and he knows it, and his breath is so ragged you can tell he is falling apart with you.

and next thing you know, your hips are twitching under his mouth as he moans into you like he’s the one cumming.

the tension breaks in you all at once, sharp and overwhelming.

you practically yell his name as you tighten around his fingers.

but he doesn’t stop.

at first you are so lost in the pleasure you don’t hear the sounds leaving your throat, raw, broken, somethig between a gasp and a moan.

“just a little longer f’me..” he continues his meal, and through all of the pleasure you are still questioning if you’ve ever met a man who loves pussy more.

every drag of his tongue is now making you flinch, hips jerking out of control.

it hurts so good. the kind of good that blurs into unnameable. sharp and sweet all at once.

“you can take it..” he mutters into your pussy, almost begging. “give me one more. please.”

and you only considered holding on because he asked so nicely,

“mmm-!” at this point you couldn’t form words.

it’s too much and not enough all at once.

and soon enough your head is spinning and your stomach is tightening once again, this time sharper.

already being dragged towards another high wether you are ready for it or not, his mouth and fingers are working you like he won’t be satisfied until he’s tasted every last drop of you.

the sharp knot in your stomach finally breaks with a final suck to your clit, and the two of you are moaning once again.

you fall back on the counter, absolutely spent.

your body twitches as he finally pulls back from your pussy, not even taking the time to wipe his chin.

he lets out a sigh so close to your heat, it makes your body shiver.

you look up at him.

he looks wrecked. his lips are swollen, glistening, flushed from the effort of it, from how long he stayed down there like he needed it as much as you did. his breathing’s heavy, chest rising and falling, hair a mess from your hands pulling at him to come closer.

as he nears your face you stare into his eyes, and the two of you stay like that for a moment, unmoving.

god, his eyes. dark, locked on you, pupils blown wide like he’s coming down from getting high on you.

"holy shit.." you breathlessly whispered out, "was there something in that water?"

you looked at i.n whos chin was glistening with your slick, a sign of his michelin-worthy meal.

“you might think I’m weird but I’m not crazy, alright?” he giggles and blows on your face.

now you are pulling him closer, struggling to kiss him as you too start to laugh.

and god, you couldn’t feel more honored to confirm the rumors.

part two where he finally gets to cum? 🙈

[ganondoodle]

i am still trying to fight this weird art low i have been having for so long, everything takes so much effort, it didnt use to take so much effort i swear, why does it ... take so much .... so .. so much effort now

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

omggggg max 🪷🪷🪷 pls, i am frothing at the mouth for this one

THANK YOU!

---

The guy raises his hands in surrender.

“Okay,” he says. “No biggie. Uh, is there anything I can do to help you?”

Shannon shakes her head. “No, I… I just need to call my husband. He’ll come get me. He’s a paramedic.”

Eddie is going to be pissed. She’s certain of it. And if he is, she deserves it. What is she even going to say? Hey, I know I asked you for a divorce literally last night, but I’ve gotten lost and potentially concussed in Hollywood and need your help. Also, I had a very realistic hallucination of dying, and you seemed pretty sad about it, so maybe you don’t totally hate me? She’ll have to work on that.

“Okay,” the man says. He points behind her. “At least go sit in the donut shop there. Maybe they’ll give you some water? There’s air conditioning.”

“Good idea,” Shannon agrees. She’s parched, actually. Though, she isn't at all hot. If anything, she feels like shivering. “Thanks for your help.”

“Good luck,” he says, then heads off in a different direction.

Shannon starts walking to the bright pink donut shop he’d pointed out. She feels around in her pockets as she does, realizing she doesn’t have a purse. No purse. No phone. No wallet. Oh, she’s fucked. Fucked. Did she drop it, somewhere in the blackout period that would otherwise explain how she ended up in Hollywood? Was it all stolen as she lay unconscious on the street? 

Thank god she has Eddie’s number memorized. He hasn’t changed it since he got his first phone in high school. Still has the old El Paso 915 area code and everything. Shannon’s eyes sting. She’s on the verge of panic. She holds it together though; as long as she can reach Eddie, she’ll be fine. 

Right before she’s about to enter the donut shop, Shannon looks out at the road. The glint of a car’s shiny, custom finish catches her eye. It’s a car she recognizes. A Toyota Corolla. Nothing out of the ordinary. It just looks different. She can’t explain it. Newer, somehow. Fancier. Huh. Someone really put money into that thing. It looks like it’s from the future. 

A bell rings when Shannon opens the glass front door to the donut shop. An employee, a teenage girl in an oversized uniform, looks up at her from the counter. 

“Hi, there,” she says. “How are you today?”

Well, frankly, Shannon feels terrible. But she’s not going to burden this poor kid with that news. 

“Oh, fine,” she lies. “Uh… I lost my purse. I live in Mar Vista, but I don’t have my phone, wallet, keys, or anything. I was hoping I could use your shop phone? And maybe if you had some water, I’d really appreciate it.”

[g1r-ap0ca1yps3]

Announcement

I’m going on another break Sasha ( @infcct3d-zw0mb1eez) will be taking over my account again any posts/messages from this account will be from them

I feel like I do this way too much so I’ll put an explanation below- (tw? Idk read at your own risk)

So basically I have moderate to severe depression and mild OCD (along with other stuff but yeah) and I just moved to a new state and it’s been really rough to say the least. At my last school I was fully out as trans and I got bothered sometimes about it but people mostly left me alone and the teachers were all super supportive and great. I moved to a new school in the middle of the school year and it has a dress code which sucks because I express myself through my clothes. This school is awful the first day people wouldn’t stop saying the N word and other slurs (ppl who couldn’t reclaim them) and it was a really rough transition. I’m openly bisexual at this school not trans because I’d be hate crimed bisexual is the most they’ll take but I’ve been called the f slur, given death threats, and repeatedly harassed over my dyslexia. I’m not being bullied per se but I am just receiving a lot of shit. I feel like I lost my main support that I could lean back on and I’ve been having a hard time coping. I’m going to a different school next year so that’s cool it should be a lot better but currently I just feel a bit lost and I’m really just tired and I’m not in therapy like I’m supposed to be because my old therapist isn’t licensed where I moved.

This break shouldn’t be too long I’m not planning on leaving that long just till I can get back on my feet.

(I forgot to tag ppl mb)

@ender-afton @n3no-n3o-neur0n @serentiydraw5678 @airis-and-the-never @mokahani @y4m4-s4n @mariahjolynnmartin @staarrgaazer @xxxlawrencexxx @bethn0tfound404

(If you’d like to stop being tagged in stuff lmk)

[hyohaehyuk]

iwtv_updates: Jacob felt pressure adding lines to the Reunion scene, as Sam told him these would become canon for his Lestat. Rolin approached Jacob with the idea first, knowing Sam would dislike it. Jacob agreed, enjoying the opportunity to wind Sam up.

Video: INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE star Jacob Anderson unpacks the gothic horror of Season 2 | TV Insider

[superwholockian93]

what is this romantic ass coded

meet again?

Extra:

Shin moves out from under the umbrella when the guy turns out to be Saint

Saint moves to cover him

[bloodstained-moon]

i think my biggest thought after the school spirits s2 finale is how upset i am at the cheating plot from s1. most cheating plots are just so lazy i hate them it was so unnecessary for it to have to have been the conflict that broke maddie and xavier up. like ive grown to like both xavier and claire but i hate that them cheating is always in the back of my mind. like they couldve so easily had xavier and maddie break up for some other reason and then xavier and claire get together soon after and theres still the conflict of claire and maddie being ex friends. also i rly hope they dont make xavier and nicole get tgt ok bye

[wasabikitcat]

community college is so funny because half of the teachers are like "For this class you need to use lockdown browser for all quizzes and tests. You need to buy this 70 dollar textbook, and all papers turned in must be in APA format with a title page even if they're only 500 words long. I will not accept late assignments. Also you have a minimum of 4 assignments a week." and the other half are like "you don't need proctoring for the final exam I trust you. here's a download link to a pirated copy of the textbook. as long as your writing is coherent and demonstrates an understanding of the material I literally could not care less what format you use. I can't figure out how canvas works so I'm not giving you due dates, just make sure it's turned in before the grading period ends. your only weekly assignment is a forum post with a minimum of 100 words."

[nylarac]

another thing that massively pisses me off.

when you call someplace and they want your first and last name and a ton of other personal info just to answer a simple general question that Does Not involve you specifically in the slightest

you literally don't need to know all that just answer my question!!!!!!

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

what would megumi’s life have been if he was actually raised by the zenin from day one? like either gojo lost the custody battle or they were able to scoop him up before gojo ever reached them. i doubt they would want to keep tsumiki with them so she’s not there for little baby megs.

i think it would be really cool to see a zenin raised megumi interacting with his fellow classmates when he attends the school, not to mention the contrast between him and gojo. like on paper they both should have gotten the same treatment-being pampered and spoiled rotten but we also know that the zenin think that hurting little kids makes them stronger so it would be super interesting to see megumi realise that the stuff that happened to him wasn’t normal and for gojo to have a guilt trip bc he wasn’t able to help megumi when he needed someone to help him the most.

So I have a fanfic that I’ve half written (no idea if I’ll ever finish it—I’d love to, it’s just hard to find the time) about EXACTLY THAT that I talked about in this post for an ask game.

That being said, that entire thing happens from Tsumiki’s perspective, and I agree with you—I don’t think the Zenin would have ever actually taken her too. They don’t want her. She’s not Zenin. She’s not a sorcerer. They only bought Megumi. For the most part, Megumi is absent from that post, and you asked about Megumi. So this is what I think would happen on Megumi's side of that post I linked.

It comes down to two things:

1. He is never, ever happy with the Zenin.

2. He never lets go of his sister.

Megumi’s old enough to remember Tsumiki when the Zenin take him away. He's old enough to love her. And I think that Megumi loves very quietly, but he also loves very violently. He wouldn't let his sister hold his hand on the walk to school, but he would sacrifice himself for her future.

I think the Zenin took him from his sister, and I think he kicked and screamed and wasn't strong enough. I think they thought he would forget her eventually.

And then I think he bit most of the Zenin Clan.

At the end of the day, what Megumi wanted was the one thing the Zenin were not willing to give him. They were never like the Gojo clan, they were never going to pamper him, but there are a great many things in this world that they would give the Ten Shadows finally returned to them. But they would not give him a non-sorcerer, non-Zenin sister who would only be a weakness to him. They refused to let him have any contact with his sister, and that was the source of a lot of what soured.

Any Megumi that was taken in by the Zenin would have been taken in to Naobito's household directly. He would be announced as the one who finally inherited their most cherished technique, and he would be declared heir, and the Zenin would call him beloved for it.

They would keep him in a room that was large and empty and almost always dark, and he wouldn't be allowed to decide when he slept or woke, and the door would always be locked from the outside. They would give him a wardrobe of expensive clothes that he hated, and he would never get to pick which of them he wore.

Megumi would hate them. He would hate all of them.

He's just not the type to be comfortable with or enjoy the adoration of others--especially when it's not backed up by genuine love. Megumi is someone who very much values sincerity and depth to emotion--it's one of the reasons why he seems to respect Yuuji so much. Yuuji is a good person who follows through with what he says. He's not just going to talk about wanting to save people--he's there making the sacrifices as he does it.

The Zenin do not actually love him. And he knows it. He's experienced love before, and this isn't it.

They love the idea of him. The fantasy of him that lives in their heads. He has no interest in being their little god prince to contend with the Gojo's own. He knows who he is, and it's not this. He wants to go home. He wants to find his sister again. He doesn't want to do this anymore.

And I think that's a feeling Megumi never escape: he just didn't want to do this anymore.

Megumi would feel like a bug pinned beneath glass in the Zenin compound. He would constantly have people managing him--when he ate, what he ate, what he wore, when he slept, when he woke, when he trained, what he did. Having to become a jujutsu sorcerer signified an inherent loss of control, but it's nothing compared to the sheer objectification that he goes through when the Zenin have exclusive control over him.

He has no power of what clothes he wears. How his hair is styled. His schedule, his diet, the people he speaks too--he's suffocating and the Zenin are just increasing pressure on him.

I don't think Gojo ever thought that would be Megumi's life.

We’re gonna just have this imagining exist in the same world as the Tsumiki centric fic described in the linked post, and in that, the reason why Gojo never took him in was because he didn’t know Megumi had a sister. He showed up, saw the divine dogs, realized Megumi had the Ten Shadows, and decided he couldn’t do this. He was a mess. He was grieving Suguru and Haibara. Megumi looked just like the man who killed Riko, and apparently inherited the fucking Ten Shadows of all the goddamn things. The Zenin would lose their shit, and Gojo didn’t have the energy to fight and told himself he didn’t need to, because if Megumi was the Ten Shadows he’d be cared for like a prince with the Zenin. He turned around and left and spent the rest of his life with Megumi in the back of his mind, always nagging him with whether he made the right decision. It wasn’t until Maki got there and made a few worrisome references to Megumi's standard of living that he started to really worry that he had made the wrong one, and it wasn't until he found out about Tsumiki that he knew it was the wrong decision.

It's like this: The Zenin hurt Megumi in every world.

It would be bad no matter what, but it really gets bad because Megumi refuses to stop trying to get back to Tsumiki. She's his sister. They didn't have anyone or anything in this world, but they had each other, and he couldn't let these people just take her away. He’s feral about it. He refuses to fit the mold they keep trying to cram him in. He’s trying to scale the walls to escape. He’s increasingly desperate and angry and the Zenin are getting more and more frustrated the longer he fights them. He’s the heir to the clan, and he can’t stop trying to leave it to get back to some random girl who isn’t his real sister and isn’t someone they’ll ever allow him to have.

It gets bad.

They put him under increasingly strict levels of control. He’s constantly being trained, which means he's constantly being hurt. He’s not allowed to speak to anyone without the clan head’s approval. He is under absolutely constant guard after he manages to get over the wall and halfway to his old neighborhood before they catch him again. Tsumiki’s name is not allowed to be said aloud, or his old name. He forgets his name used to be Fushiguro, but he doesn’t forget Tsumiki. He doesn’t let himself.

I think it escalates until it hits a breaking point. Megumi becomes increasingly self-destructive and non-responsive to everything they try. They push him to extremes that start risking permanent damage.

I think Megumi would try to hurt himself, eventually.

He wouldn't be in his right mind. He's in the most shit situation possible. He's undergoing pretty severe abuse. He'd be at the end of his rope from the lack of control over his own life, and he'd be spiteful as hell towards the Zenin. And the only thing he has to hurt them with is himself.

As a character, Megumi has always considered his own sacrifice as an acceptable means to the end of getting back at someone. Mahoraga, intrinsically, requires him killing himself as a way of killing someone else. He'd hurt himself if it was the only way he had of hurting them.

Naobito would cover it up. He'd never, ever want the rest of the clan to find out that it happened. It was already bad enough that Megumi openly hated them--he couldn't have the Zenin seeing any vulnerability in what was meant to be their most powerful member. He'd put Megumi in total lockdown until he could make it all go away.

Then they'd make a deal.

A binding vow. Megumi could never purposefully hurt himself again. He could never again try to leverage his own safety against the clan.

And in exchange, Tsumiki would be taken care of.

The last time Megumi saw his sister, she was on a sinking ship. They were running out of food, money, options--he doesn't know if she even has food anymore. He doesn't know if she lost the apartment or if there's still running water.

They're not letting him see her. But they are letting him take care of her. He can sacrifice another piece of control over himself, and she'll never have to worry about money again. They'll pay for her housing, her food, her education, for her every desire for as long as she lives. The trust the Zenin set up for her will be a generous one, and it will be managed meticulously by a trustee who can make sure she'll be provided for until she's old and grey. And Naobito will vow to never hurt her or send someone else to hurt her. She'll be safe. She'll be taken care of.

Megumi makes the deal.

In the end, the deal's what sort of breaks him.

Because he doesn't promise to stop looking for her, but the Zenin manage to make it a part of the terms anyway. When they approach Tsumiki's mother with the offer to be her family's beneficiary, they include a requirement that Tsumiki be moved to another city entirely with no forwarding address given. She needs to be somewhere that Megumi can never find her again.

The Zenin keep the old apartment. They pay the rent every month. And the next time Megumi manages to make it off compound, they let him make it all the way there before dragging him home. They let him see the empty apartment with all its empty rooms.

Naobito wants him to know that Tsumiki's gone. He wants him to know that he'll never find her again.

He tries to run a few more times after that, but he never makes it very far. He doesn't have anywhere to go.

In the linked post, Megumi finds Tsumiki, just once. She's on a class trip. He's on one of his very few and far between allowed excursions off the compound grounds, and he sees her in the crowd and recognizes her, and he ducks away from his escort before anyone can stop him.

She remembers him. He didn't think she would do that.

She tries to save him. He didn't think she would do that either.

She still loves him. And he was always too afraid to hope she would do that.

It goes the same way it did the first time. There's a car, and the Zenin shove him in it. She's on the outside, and he's trapped within, and he wishes she didn't scream so loudly when it happens. The sound never seems to leave his dreams.

His sister still loves him. Naoya hits him in the back of the head. He wakes up, and it was like she was never there at all.

But they hit him harder, after. Like they're trying to beat the memory of her out of him. He has even less freedom, when he already had next to none at all.

But he still has a sister. He has a place to go that isn't here. He just has to figure out where that is.

He wouldn't really have anyone in the Zenin clan. Most people are just... weird about him. Naoya's violently abusive. Naobito's weird and violently abusive. Everyone wants him to be someone he's not.

Maki would be his favorite.

He doesn't care about whether she's got cursed energy--his sister didn't have any. And she's obviously strong. She doesn't treat him like a divine blessing or try to force him to act a certain way. I think they would have genuinely liked each other, but kept each other at a distance. They're both trapped in an abusive situation and keep themselves safe by keeping everyone else at arm's length.

He would have been happy to see her get out, though. He would have told her that she could have his spot as heir or head or whatever when she came back if she wanted it. She would have told him that if he ever got out... well, fuck it. They could be something then. Family. Whatever the fuck they weren't allowed to be here.

She would have told him she's sorry, and she would have meant it. The only one she she regretted more than Megumi was Maki. He would have told her not to be, that if she dared to be sorry for getting out that he would never forgive her, and he would have meant that too.

I think his relationship with his own techinque would be very different in a world where the Zenin raised him. In canon, his issue is that he doesn't view himself as someone who could be powerful or win in the long run, but in this world, all he ever hears is how powerful he is. Pride of the fucking Zenin. The most powerful of them in centuries. Meant to rival Gojo fucking Satoru himself.

I think his real issue would be controlling it.

His technique would be a source of negative associations for him. It's the reason why the Zenin took him away. Most of his interactions with it have involved getting beaten and hurt by either his family or a high-level curse they shoved him in front of. I think he'd have a lot more firepower under his belt than at the start of canon, but he'd have less of a fine tuned control over it.

He lost control over his own life because of his shadows. It think that would manifest in struggling to control his own shikigami at times. he's not as in-sync with them as he is in canon.

Eventually, he'd go to Jujutsu High. He would be the only one in the first year class at the beginning, just like in canon. And he'd finally meet Gojo Satoru, the man he's supposed to topple.

He looks at Megumi really goddamn weird.

He's... enthusiastic. About. Teaching. He guesses. And constantly asking prying questions about the Zenin, but not in the sort of way he'd expect from a rival. In the sort of way he'd expect from someone concerned about him. Which is stupid. And annoying. And weird. He keeps a distance from everyone. They've all heard about the Zenin clan heir, and he has no interest in having to fit or break whatever mold they've already cast him in. He's better off on his own.

Maki's there. She's cordial where other people can see it, and in private, she takes care of him in a way that's terrifyingly close to familial. He's not sure if he likes it. He's not Mai, and she's not Tsumiki, and they both want someone they can't have.

She isn't sorry she left. She is sorry she left him. He can hate her for it all he goddamn pleases.

Of course, if this is in the same world as the linked post, Megumi finds Tsumiki again. He finds her in Sendai.

He gets to keep her, this time.

Gojo Satoru, of all the goddamn people, intervenes and becomes his sister's benefactor. It's super fucking weird. He won't stop looking at Megumi strangely. He won't stop insisting that he didn't know he had a sister, like that matters.

That would sort of be the first time in a long time that life actually gets better for Megumi.

I think he would ask to go by Fushiguro again, once he asks Tsumiki what his name used to be. He'd ask her if she minded it, him taking the name again, and he'd ask the rest of the school to call him Fushiguro instead of Zenin.

Predictably enough, Naobito loses his shit when he finds out, but it's not nearly as big of a pain in the ass as he thinks it is? Because Gojo intervenes.

Gojo keeps intervening.

It drives Megumi nuts, because if anyone was supposed to hate him, it was this guy. If anyone was supposed to be against him, it was this guy. This is the guy he was supposed to rival. This is the guy who killed his shitheel bio dad.

Gojo's just... good to him. He keeps him safe. He keeps him safe from his own goddamn family, and that's--no one's ever done that. No one's ever protected him from the Zenin.

The Zenin try to remove him from the Tokyo campus and move him to Kyoto the second they find out Tsumiki's there, and Gojo just... says no. It causes an uproar, and he doesn't fucking budge. It's treading dangerously close to him kidnapping the Zenin clan heir, his refusal to let them remove him from the Tokyo campus, and he doesn't care about whatever problems it causes him.

Megumi's his student. He doesn't want to leave. So Gojo won't let them take him.

He personally goes to Kyoto and collects him, the one time the Zenin force him into a car and move him when Gojo's off on a mission. He tells the higher ups to get fucked. He changes Megumi's student I.D. to read Fushiguro, and he causes problems for Yaga and the assistants until they start calling him Fushiguro as well.

Megumi's different with the other students once his sister is there.

He's more connected with them. He becomes best friends with Kugisaki and Itadori. He gets closer with the second years. He's visibly happier, and it sort of casts in sharp contrast how unhappy he was before this.

And Gojo? Gojo's so goddamn sorry. He didn't know megumi had a sister.

The thing is that now that both Tsumiki and Megumi are on campus, it sort of haunts Gojo with what could have been. They're both fantastic kids--funny, smart, resourceful. And it's painful watching them try to rebuild what was taken from them. And it could have just. never happened. Because he could have saved them both. He could have been their family.

It's sort of painfully obvious the Zenin abused Megumi, and it fucking haunts him. He doesn't even have to read into Megumi's behavior--he sees it happen, right in front of him, with how they try to control him and push him around. He wants to kill them for it. He wants to hate himself for it. He could have saved Megumi and he just. He didn't.

He wishes he did.

[skitskatdacat63]

I drew all of my historical AU Sebs!!!!

In order they are(with relevant links to lore info if you are curious!!): Napoleonic Hussar Seb(x), Renaissance Muse Seb(x) and Boy King/Emperor Seb(x)

Let me know which you like best!!!

[simply-sithel]

New job means the brain's been a' churning with code lately. Putting some cycles towards @renegadeguild this month-- signature order spine lines are (languishing) in review (as Draft) and I threw together a typeset assembly tool in hopes of finally (collaboratively) tackling the idea of a Renegade cookbook.

Launched in honor/anticipation of Edible Book Day (April 1st), the Renegade PDF Potluck tool is currently accepting entries. Currently only available to Renegade Bindery folks (thems on the Discord) -- you can find the link & info in the Event on the server.

Deadline for entries is tomorrow (Saturday, March 22nd 2024) @ midnight PST but seeing as only 2 entries have been submitted so far, might be extending that a bit.

[orcelito]

Actually it is SO weird to me to remember that I was an engineering student and that later on I had been pursuing a minor in statistics

I may be a IT & com person in the end, but I do have the foundations of engineering and statistics in my brain too. Wild !

[stonerzelda]

I try not to be a person who believes in signs n shit much anymore but man. Kinda wish the universe would be a little less vague abt my life path rn lol

[magdaclaire]

re: the american education system showing high school children their "dead" peers in an effort to lessen teenage drunk driving after prom,

the suing part is one hundred percent true but several parents (including my mom <3) threatened to personally beat the ass of the principal at the time

[forestspaces]

Oh dear GOD

grabs your hand. you've had enough plot and exposition and character development lately im taking you to the beach episode