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deathofacupid · 3 months ago

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BEYOND CLOUDS. ᡣ𐭩 content — satoru gojo. depression, poor mental health. hurt + comfort, fluff. requested!

satoru's noticed that look. it starts with a slow blink, your eyes glazing over, as if everything is fading. satoru isn't sure if you even realize it, but you do. that's how it always begins. you grow quieter, like the world's volume is being turned down, replaced by a faint ringing in your ears.

every single time. so, when he sees the energy draining from you, satoru can't bring himself to leave your side. you insist you're fine, but there's that flicker of uncertainty, and that's enough to keep him rooted.

you don't know where it comes from, this feeling. one moment, you're fine. better than fine. you've got the love of your life sitting in front of you, laughing at some silly joke, and then… you're not. suddenly, you're swamped by an overwhelming dread, a weight that drags you down. thinking too much and too little, all at once.

you're curled up on the couch with him, tired. not the kind sleep can fix, and believe you, you've tried. it's the kind that settles deep in your bones, stealing your ability to do anything.

it's quiet. not uncomfortably so, but you wouldn't mind hearing his voice. as if he's reading your mind, he opens his mouth, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your back.

"the weather's nice today," satoru muses.

you give him a look. "you haven't been outside all day. how would you know?"

"well, the weather's always nice when i'm with you," he grins. you think he's trying to be romantic, and you appreciate it. even if it doesn't make much sense. but he's got that giddy look, eyes bright and gleaming, that deep blue you love.

you snort in response. it's enough encouragement for him, enough to keep him talking. "it's true! i feel… sunny," satoru insists, and you indulge him, shaking your head.

"yeah?"

"yeah. you make me feel sunny."

that gets a chuckle out of you, though it's more sarcastic than he intended. "seriously? i'm not a sun. i'm, like, a giant looming raincloud."

"no, you're not. you're a giant looming sun-cloud."

you sigh. you always feel guilty. guilty that satoru's pulled into this mess, your mess. he tells you not to think that way, that he loves you and he's always here. a part of you feels selfish.

you haven't gone through a fraction of what he's endured, and yet, he still fares so much better. so, what right do you have to curl up in a ball, curtains closed, sheets messy, pillows scattered, dishes in the sink unwashed, laundry overflowing?

"sorry," you murmur.

"for?" he asks, genuinely confused. does he really want you to spell it out?

"this. you know. you're supposed to be at school."

"don't apologize," satoru says, dismissing it immediately. you're about to protest, but he cuts you off. "remember when sugu died?" he asks, his voice quiet.

"i was a wreck. you were the only one who saw me like that, at my weakest, when i shouldn't ever be."

"satoru…" you breathe.

"you got me through that, because you love me. how is this any different?"

"well, i didn't lose anyone," you protest, weakly.

"so? hurt is hurt, baby. doesn't matter how you get it."

you fall silent. what can you say? satoru tilts your chin up, his gaze meeting yours. "why don't we go check out the weather, then? see if i'm right?"

and, as you stood in your lawn, squinting up at the vast sky, hand-in-hand with satoru and his goofy grin, you realized he was right.

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seonghrtz · 6 months ago

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KISS ME !

𝒮 YNOPS𝑖S,ㅤㅤthe kiss cam didn't seem like such a bad idea.

͏𝒘. ͏ ͏͏ dean winchester & f!reader ᡴꪫ ( 890 ) fluff + cw. lovesick!dean (?) jealousy implied mutual pining.

Dean Winchester didn't expect to be in the stands at a baseball game with you and his brother.

However, it wasn't as if he wasn't enjoying the moment.

After solving so many cases and saving the world so many times, a little rest and fun wouldn't go amiss, in fact it would do him and his health a great deal of good. And when Sam told him he'd won three tickets to a baseball game, he didn't hesitate to accept the offer ⸻ especially when he found out you'd be going too.

Dean glanced at you every five seconds. Secretly (or maybe not so secretly), Dean had harboured feelings for you for some time, but given the line of work as a hunter and the terrible fear of losing you, he decided it was best to keep those feelings to himself and to himself alone ⸻ even if sometimes his actions ended up revealing his true feelings more than expected.

It was almost automatic for Dean to have his eyes on you ⸻ it was inevitable. And at that moment, with you in an outfit so different from the ones you wore to hunt, with such a serene expression on your face, a bright smile, it was hard for him to concentrate on anything but you. Dean didn't know if he'd ever seen you so relaxed, as if the weight of the world was no longer a burden on your shoulders, and he knew he'd do anything to see that version of you more often.

As the game went into half-time, the attention of the fans wandered until the moment of the famous kiss cam.

Everyone was having fun, some people did something funny before kissing the person next to them, some refused (one girl even held up a sign saying that the boy next to her was her brother), there was a man who kissed the bottle of beer he was holding, another who kissed the mascot of one of the teams. And in the midst of all this amusing confusion, Dean couldn't help but wonder how you'd react if the kissing camera was turned on you and him. And his questioning sounded more like a desperate desire to be able to kiss you.

However, his thoughts were interrupted when he noticed you laughing and making a sign of denial. The older Winchester's eyes followed where you were looking, noticing you and Sam on the big screen inside a heart frame with "kiss cam" written on it.

Dean didn't know whether to be relieved that you had refused to kiss his brother, or outraged that they had filmed you and Sam instead of you and him (since you were sitting between the Winchesters).

Some time passed and the camera focused on other couples, some likely and some unlikely, until suddenly the kissing cam returned to you and Sam. Together, you and Sam refused to kiss, making denial movements as you laughed at the situation, but the audience began to eagerly repeat the word "Kiss!" in unison. And when the two of you realised that there was no escape for that situation, you grabbed the younger Winchester's face and gave him a long kiss on the cheek, causing half the audience to cheer and the other half to boo.

Dean shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the whole situation, not noticing the movement you had made with your hands (your figure on the screen pointed to the older Winchester sitting next to you). He sighed and stared at a random point in the arena, feeling his interest in the game fade. Dean tried to follow a few moments of the game, but his mind spun in a sea of what-ifs. What if you and Sam had really kissed? What would happen between you and his little brother? Would it have been platonic or mutual? What if it was a mutual feeling?

Dean felt his stomach turn at the thought of you liking Sam and Sam liking you. For a moment, he felt selfish for wishing it would never happen, but he quickly reprimanded himself for the direction his thoughts had taken. If for some reason fate wanted you and Sam to be together, he would try to be happy for his brother and for you, even if it destroyed him completely.

The older Winchester only came back to reality when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned to look at the person and saw that you were facing him with a huge smile on your face. Before Dean could ask what was going on, you approached his face and planted a kiss on his lips.

When you ended the kiss, you pointed to a spot and Dean, still surprised by the sudden kiss, followed his gaze to where you were pointing, noticing the image of him and you on the screen inside the heart frame.

The older Winchester was so lost in his thoughts that he hardly noticed that they were already on another break and that the kiss cam was filming him and you.

Dean swallowed, trying to recover from the surprise as he bit his lower lip, trying to keep his smile from slipping away, realising that just a simple kiss had made him so happy.

Yeah, maybe the kiss cam wasn't so bad after all.

do i know anything about baseball? no! but i saw a compilation of funny kiss cam moments on tiktok and thought "why not write something about it?"

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bruisedswan · 29 days ago

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DEATH AS VESTMENT ... WEIRDING WOMEN

"all sworn to the Ways of Balance only see value in one thing, serving the Mother of all things, the True Mother: Death. for She is the great taker and giver."

— the first oracle st. gaius helen moheim, 10BN

THROUGHOUT THE AGES — from the first tales of kindred to the first demacian-noxian war — a group has always observed from the shadows, guiding the masses with a steady hand and heavy whispers. agents of balance and natural change, the Honoured Reverie Order, commonly known as the Reverie or the Sisterhood, is an ancient and adept organisation operating behind forces of ritual mysticism and enigma.

when hearing of the Reverie, it brings to most a certain shudder in their bones, a feeling of unknown circling the coven of women that results in primitive fear. it envelops them like a snake, squeezing the very soul out of its food. people fear what they do not understand, and as such, the Order has been deemed by most as odd witches bringing forth the second ruination. and quite honestly, who can blame their scepticism?

this group of mystics were seemingly born from the depths of void, surfacing after the catastrophic events of the rune wars like whispers in a fog; an order gliding through the burnt remains with promises to help the resurgence of the known clans and tribes, and guide their rulers to ensure the safety of the realm. for generations, these women acted as concubines, scientists, priestesses, mediators, mages – consistently infiltrating empires with overwhelming generosity, words so sweet it rotted the ears of those to which it was spoken:

‘we are born to serve.’

in truth, the Reverie was solely created to serve, but not mortality. at least, not entirely.

' CONCEPTION OF BALANCE '

how did the Reverie come to be? what gave rise to the birth of such an order? now, their origins are a truth not vividly remembered, victim like all things to time like sand slipping through one’s fingertips. however, from great access to the memories of past Reverie through the Mind’s Eye, the Great Order dawned from the gathering of devotees of Mask Mother in the camavoran continent of old runeterra, the primordial deity known now to the Sisterhood as the Great Mother.

after witnessing the utter turmoil of the rune wars, it was decided by Her followers that true peace could not be trusted in the hands of mortals unburdened by divine foresight. a common Reverie axiom: “mortality exposes fragility in the minds of the transient, such that when introduced to mediums of polarity — mediums of immortality such as the world runes — the realms collapse into chaos and utter discord.”

the Order believed that a mind bridled with finality could not think of anything other than this inevitability and would risk anything to oppose such, even disrespect the delicate balance of unfathomable eldritch forces.

this outlook on the sublunary conceived one of many of the Reverie’s objectives: shield mortal kind from the disastrous and the odd, the divine and the weird. create an impenetrable veil of mysticism around former knowledge on the arcane. this objective was partially successful, aided by the erasure of most sacred history in the rune wars as most are oblivious to most eldritch beings of the realms and those that have an idea, are not aware of their full power.

‘ HIERARCHY OF WITCHES ’

i. the CLERICS are the figure heads of the Order, a council maintaining ultimate control of the entire order, and invoking almost unquestioned loyalty among the Parae Mother and Revered Priestesses. they represent Great Mother’s will and judgement, devising carefully crafted plans to be distributed and carried out by those of the Sisterhood. it is highly unlikely one can ever encounter a Cleric due to their heavy concealment to society and parts of the Order itself, as they do not exactly roam around the physical realm in flesh and bone.

by virtue of Mind’s Eye, the Reverie’s sacred limbo, Arcadia, is used by the Parae Mother to commune with the Clerics, having the strongest tie to them through blood oath. those (un)fortunate enough to be among the presence of these women find that they channel their spiritual forms through elemental means: the ripples in the waters, whispers in blaring winds, burning flames of unquenchable fire, quiet horrors of the shadows etc.

ii. the PARAE MOTHER possesses the strongest tie to the other voices, spirits and Clerics. she possesses the power to direct the Order in the physical realm with the strongest tie to the spiritual realm (besides the Sadə Tanrısı). the Parae Mother can be seen with strange ethereal and intimidating runic tattoos scribed onto her face, looking oddly ancient but eerily youthful.

such is her role, symbolising the work of the Great Mother, Mother Mask, guiding the Order through her grace and honor under the control of the Clerics. she subsequently holds the rites and memories of memorable Sisters who carried knowledge on the Sadə Tanrısı.

iii. REVERED PRIESTESSES have undergone the Rebirth and survived. they fill the role of advisors, faculty, historians, scientists and represent the general philosophy of order of Great Balance. general authority of the Order for most members and the outside populace. the Rebirth is a specific method used by the Order to access Arcadia.

a Reverie Sister must consume a poison known as the Mournborn, derived from a carefully alchemically crafted and potent herb hidden from runeterra, which allows one to reach a state of being that causes the body to reach a near death-like trance, between the plane of living and dead. when under the poison, the blade of payne is placed between the brows to focus the Third Eye. if the Sister survives, this trance allows her to access the memories of other Revered Priestess before her, called the True Sight, a daughter of the ability of Mind's Eye. once it's confirmed she's successfully ‘sought’, she will be branded with the Rune ‘death-seeker' on the newly transitioned chest.

iv. ORACLES work in the same position of the Revered Priestesses but serve as seers that see certain outcomes of presented plots. most Oracles primarily taught the art of prescience have some sort of oracular gift from birth, however, the rare few are runetologists capable of manipulating runes in order to predict certain timelines and threads of fate. even so, none can actually manipulate the future or fiddle with the threads of time. such is said to only possibly be done by the Sadə Tanrısı.

v. KEEPERS are the Sisters responsible for safeguarding eldritch information and runic technology, often representatives of the Order and mediators. they otherwise find ways of stabilising the disturbed cycle of death, prioritising the balance of life and death and symbolise the chaotic nature of Great Balance. all rites concerned about disturbed balance concern the Keepers.

one can be recognised by the Rune of Pandemonium on the left palm, primarily used to sift the soul from the body and determine whether a resurrected being has their soul intact or is flesh without mind. another indicator of a Keeper is the Rune Eye. Keepers are primary users of Vox Imperium and Mind's Eye, needed in their processes of detection.

vi. the ADEPTS are the agents, spies and/or concubines of the Order. they hide in the shadows and do their work behind the lines for the Order. some are taught the ways of the Oracles and Keepers in order to gather certain information for the Order.

“there lay a saint hidden between threads of space-time, an oracular being caught within the mysticism of the hereafter whilst standing fixed in the centre of the wise ouroboros: the Sadə Tanrısı.”

‘ THE MORTAL BORN FOR DEATH ’

SADƏ TANRISI is a term used primarily by the Reverie, an old ur-nox term translating to ‘the one who sees the Way’. Sadə Tanrısı, or, known to the Reverie as the Great Daughter, is a prophesied figure meant to be the bridge between life and death, chaos and order, karma and vengeance, the embodiment of Balance.

glimpses of this figure was first seen during the last phases of the rune wars, where one of the first Oracles tore her Mind’s Eye through the veil of space-time to see what she described as a three headed shadow: one a lamb, one a wolf and the other a maiden carrying ‘eyes so full of depth yet possessing maddening void’.

the Maiden in the Oracle’s vision carried the first known sightings of the symbol of Rune Eye, a symbol representing a Sister’s tie with chaotic nature and her Mind’s Eye. this vision is presently recognised in Reverie spaces as the Sign, the first among many prescient signs of this figure. however, it was disregarded due to the rune wars, the Sisterhood focused on seeing that the wars came to an end. it was after the rune wars and the starting of the rebuilding civilisations, did this figure become recognised as paramount.

oracular visions had begun plaguing the first Parae Mother after the Sign: visions of a Maiden in unquenchable fire, a raging white inferno capable of scorching both living and non-living into deafening void and non-existence.

from then on, it was known. for if the Parae Mother, she who saw all things in the wraith flesh of the Great Mother, had seen such then it was to be without question. Her, the Great Daughter's soul would be weaved with the most pristine threads of eldritch unknown, built on archaic forces that surpasses mortal comprehension. a Sister in the flesh of man but Eye crafted from Mask Mother herself, just like her siblings Kindred. a Deity stuffed into a girl.

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hyuneskkami · 1 year ago

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☰ ❪ ✦ ❫ www.skyeverse

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flordoipe · 1 year ago

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ʕ˙Ⱉ˙⠕ ʔ ฅʕᵔⰙᵔ⠕ʔฅ ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ (*ᵔⰙᵔ*) ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

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swhore · 1 month ago

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⠀⠀⠀⠀♥︎⠀⠀⠀⠀🍵ൃ⠀⠀⠀⠀我變得⠀⠀⠀⠀.˳˳.

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yuppijin · 1 year ago

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0nych1nu5 · 25 days ago

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200 x 200 astra yao (zenless zone zero) icons!!

likes and reblogs r very much appreciated!! do NOT repost on other platforms!! credits not needed but vv much preferred <3

#divider -> @enchanthings #ib -> @atonementing #> layoutz #zzz #zenless zone zero #zenless zone zero icon #zenless zone zero layout #astra yao #astra yao icon #astra yao layout #astra yao zzz #zzz astra yao

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chompjo · 30 days ago

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hii!! sorry if im bothering you but i wanted to ask some questions! so actually, i want to make a shifting account on tiktok but i dont really know how to start so do you have any tips? and alsoo i love your themes sm so id love to use them and i always see people put something like ib: shoyuck in the caption, may i ask what does the ib mean?😭😭

hello!!!!! you are not bothering me at all!!!!!! i don’t really know if i have any tips so to speak but i’d say it’s rly easy in the sense that the shifttok community is very easy to integrate into/to make friends in, so there’s nothing for u to be worried abt if u are. you just make videos (some people make edits, but it’s mostly slideshow vids) abt your drs to trending sounds, which are easy to come by and well. that’s actually it.

also thank u so much i rly appreciate that!!!!!! blushing as i type this. when people put ‘ib’ in their caption, it’s usually used for ‘idea by/inspired by’ and people then use it to give credit for graphics they’re using or trends, so if u ever see ib shoyuck that’s just people crediting me for my canva templates!

#⠀⠀⠀⠀——⠀ANSWERED.#if u do ever use my themes u will see this in the rules anyway #but me personally i hate the use of ib #and prefer that with My templates. people just put layout/theme by shoyuck #but using ib or og is standard for trends #also i rly hope this was of some use to you #and if you do start posting i hope u have fun with it !!!! <3

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seonghrtz · 8 months ago

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𝑣ideo 𝑔ames. 𐙚 両面宿儺 ( streamer!au ) fluff 508 words + warnings. ooc sukuna | sukuna reacts to ship videos.

Sukuna never imagined he would become a famous streamer.

It all started when he started playing games to relieve stress ⸻ something that didn't work out very well ⸻ and the idea of streaming came from his younger brother, who had commented on it as a joke, but as Sukuna had nothing to lose, he started streaming his online matches. But apparently people liked Sukuna's explosive personality. So he kept doing it.

Popularity came with time and what started out as something simple became one of his jobs. With the help of his best friend Uraume, he organized his schedule between his day job as a tattoo artist and his streams.

His videos were all over the Internet, including his fans, who made compilations of Sukuna's best moments (whether he was winning or cursing all the descendants up to the seventh generation of his opponents). It turned out that anything with his name on it went viral, for better or worse.

And Sukuna got a lot out of the whole situation. He didn't care about the comments about him ⸻ the haters didn't get to him even though they tried very hard. In fact, Sukuna didn't care about anything.

But that started to change when his name started to be associated with the name of another famous streamer.

Sukuna didn't understand all this association. They were two streamers from different niches, with different audiences. While Sukuna played horror games with lots of shooting, the unknown streamer was into games like Hello Kitty and Gris.

They were complete opposites.

So when he opened the livestream to start playing, within seconds the comments section was filled with fans asking him to react to some videos.

"Okay, I'll fucking react to this video." Sukuna rolled his eyes and clicked on one of the links that took him to an edit.

In the edit, there were moments from some of his streams and others from the other streamer, while Video Games by Lana Del Rey played in the background.

"What the fuck?" Sukuna looked at the camera as if it were a person. "Why are you editing this? I don't even know her! We've never even spoken a word!”

Sukuna clicked another link that opened another edit ⸻ but with a different song.

"You make a cute couple..." Sukuna read one of the comments "How much did you smoke to say that?" Sukuna asked as he read the comments saying how good they would look together and how they would love to see them interact for real.

Sukuna had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at every comment he read ⸻ his eyes might have ended up in the back of his head. In the midst of the comments, however, Sukuna noticed one in particular from a well-known user.

@ yn.hrtz i think a collaboration wouldn't be bad :)

The corner of Sukuna's lips threatened to pop up, but he quickly looked away from the comment, hoping no one else would notice, and quickly continued his game, pretending nothing had happened.

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