#yin writes shit

[yintsukareta]

spoilers: grim's real name, one of the endings

content warning: suggestive, gender neutral reader

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"you tease too much.." casper mutters, his face buried into your neck while his hands travel down your body. "you've been at it since we got to the reception.."

"sorry, i can't help it caspie." you chuckle slightly, "you're just too cute not to tease."

he was pressing your body against the white sheets, his hands roaming around your body as he placed kisses on your neck.

"mm.. your neck tastes good.." he remarks.

"im sure down here..." his hand rubs at the spot between your legs, causing you to gasp slightly. "..will taste even better."

"fuck.." you pull his head closer, kissing him. his tongue entering your mouth, a hot and messy kiss shared between the both of you.

he pulls away after a few long moments. "i'll make sure this is a night to remember."

"i'm sure you will." you smile up at him.

"i love you, sunshine."

"i love you too, casper."

[foreverdreaming-oyasumi]

DOWN BAD FOR AYATO RN I CANT IM SCREECHING

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The Yashiro Commissioner looks at you with interest. A mischevious glint is seen in his deep lavender eyes for a moment.

He leans closer to you, holding your shoulders to keep you still as he whispers to you.

"好きだよ。"

"Huh?" You want to turn to him but the proximity of your faces is too close.

He removes his hands from your shoulders and stands up straight. You sit there in embarrassment and confusion as he continues on like nothing happened.

[fistfuloflightning]

The moment Luo Binghe is shoved backwards into the Endless Abyss, he knows he will never return. No one comes back from the Abyss, the rift torn through reality. Doubly so, now that the seal upon his demonic heritage is shattered.

He sees Shizun’s face twist in something complicated and horrible, even as it grows smaller and finally disappears.

But he doesn’t ever hit the ground. Instead, warm water closes over his head and the force of his fall drives him deep. The water seems too thick around him and eventually even his cultivator’s lungs need a reprieve. And when he involuntarily opens his mouth all he tastes is blood.

Luo Binghe panics, gasping for air that is not there and searching blindly for the surface. And somehow he finds it, clawing his way out of the blood like some half-dead thing. There is blood in his eyes, he’s completely coated in it. He probably looks like a monster.

Somewhere to his side there’s the sound of people jumping to their feet, cries of shock and fear.

“Jiejie! Get Wei-gongzi! Now!”

[actorsmask]

"Even an organization like the Masked Fools sing praises of their Aeon. The Aeon will never give you up, never let you down, or run around and desert you. They will never make you cry, say goodbye, or tell a lie and hurt you.”

— Ast Rickley, super popstar of the Epsilon XII System

Alias: Ahanon

Pronouns: They/them

Age: 23

Path: Elation

Element: Fire

Affiliation(s): Masked Fools, Wildfire

Birthday: 08/12

Weapon: Sickles +a gun

Character Details / Character Relationships

Character Story I / Character Story II / Character Story III / Character Story IV

On the Run, a Home Found.

Credits: @SkT_7an on twitter/X and sk.t7an on IG

Okay, mod speaking!

Hello! This is a blog for my HSR OC, Ahanon or Blythe! FYI, if the character interacting with Ahanon is close enough, they may call them Blythe!

Finished event(s)!

50 Follower event / Event ended!

Now, about the mod!

What do you call me? — Ahanon as well! Or Blythe!

Pronouns? — She/her

Nationality? — Filipino!(it’s always funnier in the Philippines)

Sexuality? — Bisexual

Reminders!:

I will not tolerate homophobia, racism, or misogyny. It will be an immediate block.

You may have your own opinion, but if I see a hate comment or just something disrespectful, it will be deleted and you will be blocked.

Mod is a minor, so please do not send anything NSFW. I can do slightly suggestive but that is the deadliest line drawn.

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If you want me to write something, you can hop into the asks!(though I can’t guarantee it’ll meet your standards)

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[respectthepetty]

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE CHEAP SEATS!

Am I joke to you people?!

Literally been here since episode one, heifer.

[beauleifu]

hihi :D may I request some good ol yin/jin x reader fluff? they deserve more love

Oooooh, yes! Roughly 2k oneshot, hope you like it! And they do deserve love, those goofballs are hilarious.

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YIN/JIN X READER Pt 1

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You invite your good friends Yin and Jin over to paint and have dinner. Unfortunately, these idiots are demons, and brothers. A dynamic duo that's doomed to be a hassle. But hey, you gotta love 'em.

TW: None. Fluff is fluff lol

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Uh-oh.

That's the first thought that crosses your mind the moment you open the door to your home. Earlier, you'd taken a huge risk by inviting the notorious demons Yin and Jin to an art fight at your place, and they'd mysteriously responded to your text by saying: [well, we never fought with paint brushes before, but hey! First time for everything!]

Not what you had in mind, actually. It's supposed to be an innocent and hearty time with your boys - having not seen them in quite sometime. Instead, the two troublemakers took your invitation quite literally.

So here you stand, staring at the pile of art supplies piled into the hands of Yin and Jin.

They beam at you. "Oi!"

"How's it going?"

"Heyyy!" You greet, voice slightly strangled as you get over the shock of seeing so much stuff, opening the door further to let them in. "Uh, going good! I see you guys came prepared . . ."

The demons stride right in as though they own the place, smiles wide and full of sharp teeth. As Jin sets everything rather unceremoniously on the art table you'd set up, Jin faces you with his hands on hips. "O' course! I mean, where's the fun in having a limited weaponry?"

His accent is thick, something you love about the both of them. With a nervous laugh, you close the front door. "We're not fighting, Yin. We're painting."

"You said art fight, though," Jin pipes up, looking smug at the very thought.

Like he'd win??

"Pfft! No, you dork," you scoff, grabbing your own supplies and situating them on the art table. Yin and Jin both watch you curiously, like cats who'd found something interesting. "It's just an expression. I really just wanted to draw with you guys. We can make it competitive if you want, though. Winner gets something special?" You offer, shooting them a smile.

Yin and Jin share a glance.

"I'd beat your ass," Jin says, wearing a shit-eating grin.

His brother retaliates with a swift punch to the challenger's shoulder. "Yea, right! If Loserville had a President, that'd be you, mate."

"No, it wouldn't!"

You deadpan the both of them, interrupting before they could start bickering. "Guys. You came here to paint."

The demons look rather sheepish as the shut up - not before sending the other a narrow-eyed glare, though. Scoffing fondly, you gather up a few cups and hand them out. "I assume you guys know how this works, right?"

"Yup! And it's gonna end with Jin's face lookin like a copy of The Weeping Woman," Yin snorts.

Jin blinks. "Wha- you mean Picasso's painting?"

"What else??"

Running water reaches your ears as the brothers fill their glasses, talking all the while. You notice Jin taking the time to fill an extra glass for you, and Yin, not wanting to be outdone, fetches a stack of fresh canvases. Honestly, you had expected to be the one doing all the work, but it's a nice change to get to sit back and watch in wonder as your boys walk around the room like they live here. And hey, that thought isn't exactly a bad one.

Resting your cheek on your hand, you smile at them in turn. "So what are we painting?"

"Dunno," Yin says thoughtfully, setting aside three pieces of paper for everyone." You want something simple or you want a real fight?"

"I'll pass. I'm kinda attached to my home, rather not have you guys wrecking it trying to prove you're the best," you say, smiling tiredly at the thought.

Jin comes over, eyes mischievous. "An who said that's a bad thing?"

"Uh. Me??"

The Golden Demon snorts, waving a brush offhandedly. "Well, you could always live with us," he says in a tone so casual he could be discussing the weather. Yin's head snaps up curiously, having already started on his art piece. Jin locks eyes with you, looking smug. "We don't mind. You'd be better company than this brute, anyways," he ads, nudging Yin.

His brother deadpans, poker faced. "Jin, (Y/N) don't want to lose their home. You're really thinkin of blasting their stuff to bits, now?"

"N-No! We're painting, how'd I even do that?"

You laugh, eyes on the canvas as you think of what to draw. "Yin, it's fine. Jin's just poking fun."

When you look up, though, the look in Jin's eyes makes you suddenly doubt your own words. Could the demon actually desire you to live with him and his brother? Would it actually be that much trouble? Well, now you've got a solid back-up plan whenever your home is destroyed. The boys would be totally down to have you over. You've never really thought about it, though. And, for some reason, the idea of living with the demons sounds rather nice.

"A-Anyways," you continue, risking a glance at them. Luckily you'd caught them before they went off at each other. "Why don't we paint some headshots? Whoever wins gets first dibs on dinner?"

Yin's jaw drops. "We're stayin for dinner?"

"If you want to, yeah."

"Are you kidding me right now?" Jin says, face splitting into a wide grin. Honestly, he's so excited he accidentally splatters his canvas with paint. "Your cooking is amazing! I mean, not as good as that pig's down the street, but hey, I'd choose your dish over his anytime."

You bite your lip. "Uh, thanks? I'm not that good, I normally just make you guys simple dishes."

"Heh, you think that, then."

Positively confused and embarrassed, you clear your throat and tap your brush nervously on the table. "So. Headshots?"

"Yeah, yeah, o' course," Yin says, dipping his brush into the water and patting it on the towel. Then, he pauses, glancing between you and his brother as Jin does the same. After a second, you look up to see him wearing a shit-eating grin. "Oi, Jin," he says, elbowing the orange demon, who glares. "Why don't we team up on our old friend here? It's only fair."

"Eh?" Jin blinks dumbly for a moment before realization crosses his face. Wielding the paintbrush like a weapon, he waves it at you. "Say, you're finally talking sense, Yin. That is a good idea."

It's your turn to look confused. "You guys are gonna team up?"

"Hell yeah," Jin says determinedly, tossing his piece of parchment aside in favor of Yin's ink-free canvas. "I mean, you obviously outrank us in the painting department, so it's only fair we get to team up against you. Whaddya say?"

You shrug. "Okay, go for it."

The brothers chuckle simultaneously, huddling close over a single piece of paper. It's fascinating how much they resemble actual demons at this moment in time. You're so used to seeing them so carefree - albeit troublemaking and argumentative. Sure, it's a nice change, but the evil expressions they're wearing is making you nervous. Gripping your paintbrush tightly, you get to work.

It's a lovely evening.

Minus the occasional bickering from Yin and Jin, but most of the time they actually cooperate very well. Each would take turns painting an area where the other was having trouble with, and more often than not you'd catch either one staring at you, paintbrush hovering in mid-air. They must've looked up to aid the progress of their painting, but got sidetracked with something unknown to you. It's actually hilarious. You have to swallow a laugh a few times when the demons begin arguing.

"Oi, Yin, you're getting their table all dirty!"

"It ain't my fault the brush is leaking water!" Jin fires back, glaring at the parchment at his mercy.

Yin sighs exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. He catches yours, shoots you a smile, and continues bickering as though he didn't just express a sliver of affection for you. "That ain't the problem, you're just a clumsy nitwit. You'll ruin the painting if you keep this up!"

"I'd like to see you do better!"

"Fine, I will! Gimme the brush," Yin huffs, reaching over with a muscular bicep to snatch the paintbrush out of Jin's hands. The demon quickly pulls back, shaking his horned head furiously.

"It's still my turn!"

All right.

You really can't control the laugh that sneaks it's way out of you.

The demons across from you pause to stare as you let out a snort of laughter. They're so goddamn silly it's no surprise you've been reduced to such a mess. When you're finished, you regard them with a grin.

"I really admire the teamwork, guys, but I think you've been painting long enough," you say.

Jin blinks. "But we ain't done . . ."

Yin glances at the time, eyes narrowed. "Oh, damn. We've been at this for an hour?? (Y/N), why didn't you tell us?"

"I liked watching you guys paint," you say simply, fingers drumming on the table. You'd finished awhile ago, but saw no reason to stop your boys from their adventure. "Do you need more time?"

Yin shakes his head hurriedly as Jin cleans up their workspace. "No! Nah, we're done. Um. Yeah."

Heh.

"You're nervous?"

"No! We're the Golden and Silver demons! If anyone's gonna be nervous, it's you, 'cause we totally won your art fight," the blue demon snorts, large arms folded over his armored chest. The two of them had neglected to change into something more comfortable before arriving at your doorstep.

A smile blooms on your face. "All right then, let's see."

"Uh . . ." The brothers share a nervous glance - to your absolute amusement - before slowly revealing your self-portrait. You peer close, eyes narrowing.

It's honestly not bad. You don't know if Yin and Jin are good at painting, but after glancing over the painting, you realize that they must've hoarded at least some talent for it to be this good. The shading is nice, and you can actually recognize yourself within the mass of wet colors. It seems as though they tried really hard to make it worthy of your approval - that's what they hope for, anyways. You don't consider yourself a great artist, only doing this to hang out with them. Your approval does mean the world to them, though.

A sound of awe escapes you. "Ooo, this is really good, guys. We should hang this up somewhere!"

"Here? You wanna hang it up here?" Jin demands, eyes wide.

"It's up to you. Honestly, you can take it back to your place or leave it with me - but if you choose the latter, please sign it," you add hurriedly; "I'd want to remember the idiots who painted such a masterpiece."

Yin and Jin share a glance.

"Yeah. You can have it," Jin says, practically shoving the canvas into your arms.

Yin follows up, tone earnest. "We'll sign it, too."

The canvas is promptly yanked back towards the brothers as they whip out some markers, wielding them with foreboding intent. But all they do is take about five minutes writing a quick note on the back of the canvas. You wait patiently, a weird feeling settling in your chest. It's warm.

When they finish, Yin sets the canvas aside, telling you not to read the notes until they've gone. Then, you reveal your own painting, which is just a double-portrait of the brothers.

Of course, they want to take it with them. You honestly wanted them to.

Dinner comes along, and the brothers are eager to do as much as possible. However, before starting, you offer for them to change into something more comfortable - clothes you'd stored over time specifically for them.

Could they be arriving in their armor just for you to ask that?

Maybe.

If it's true, you don't care.

The smiles on the demon's faces are a sight to behold, though. Yin grabs the outfit presented to him and makes a break for the bathroom while Jin hollers at him.

"OI! Slow down, you idiot!"

Laughing, you offer a second outfit to the remaining demon; a simple T-shirt and some sweatpants, "Guess someone's excited."

"Yeah, what a loony," Jin snorts, relieving you of the clothes.

The two demons change swiftly, coming back looking much more at home now. You decide to make dumplings, and the three of you move fluently throughout the kitchen, chatting all the while. Yin and Jin are much taller than you, and much stronger, so at one point, Yin just decides to pick you up and plop you on the counter without a word. You're obliged to demand why the hell he did such a thing.

"Why not? Jin and I can get way more done without havin' ta worry 'bout you burning yourself."

"This is my kitchen, though."

Jin shoots you a smug smile. "Yeah? Well, now it's ours. For now."

"You're mean."

Yin snorts from his spot by the stove, grinning wickedly at his brother. "Yeah, Jin. Why are you so mean to our little (Y/N)?"

"Little-?!" You start furiously, but the two break out into a fresh argument. With your voice drowned out by theirs, you let out a sigh, lean back against the cabinet doors, and cross your legs up on the counter. It's decided: you'll just watch. That's probably what the demons want you to do, anyways.

However, you don't mind. Yin and Jin prepare dinner soundly and smoothly after that one bicker episode, and you're content with watching and making small talk.

It's warm in the kitchen. Or perhaps it's just warm in your heart.

Yin and Jin just look like they belong here from how well they move around. Whenever they pass you, a smile is offered, or an occasional high-five. And dinner is simply delicious, making that little hint about you living with them only more inviting. You honestly want to ask them if they'd like to stay the night, but apparently they've been planning to sabotage someone tomorrow. Ah, well. At least you get to take a look at the notes they wrote when they leave:

'Hey, sorry if my brother was being a jerk. Don't know what else to write except that you should totally join us on our next heist. We'll be sure to invite you over for dinner next time too! ~Yin'

'Sorry about my brother, he's an idiot. Anyways, thanks for everything and we should totally do something epic next timer we get together! ~Jin'

[kegareki]

girl i am worldbuilding things that you have never even thought of

[digitaldollsworld]

I looooove mirroring my partner’s response in a rp

[unidentified-box]

WUAAAHHH !! I'm sorry I wasnt active in the past few days, I was rlly sick

IM GONNA POST SOMETHING THIS WEEK OK

[trans-li-ling]

I'd like ophelias character more if they leaned into either making her an awful piece of shit or a massive hypocrite more. It feels like they very clearly set her up as this cold blooded killer and then sorta yanked her back and im not talking abt her tragic backstory I genuinely like how she can't seem to be kind 2 the people luo yan saved instead of her boyfriend but I wish they just went with that instead of having her see this woman dying and going "wow that is sad :( I'll lie to comfort her" and aparantly in a bounty story of hers she was like playing with kids??? Anyways she was on top of Zora's hit list and I feel like the writers went "ok ignore that" even though Zora is the best character-

[yintsukareta]

caelus, gep, n jing yuan x sleepy! reader

some hcs bc i CANNOT get out of bed currently pls help

caelus:

my little gremlin,,,

hes fine w/ it but sometimes he wants to do fun stuff with you

like digging through trashcans...

but sometimes hes def sneaking off to do some stupid shit that u would normally disapprove of

like ur in bed and u hear a shout from a mile away bc caelus is setting something on fire,,, for fun curiosity

sometimes likes to carry u piggyback while he walks around places

seeing u on his back sleeping while he walks is a normal occurrence for the astral express crew

loves to hug u v v tightly bc u look too cute to resist

like a little plushie,,,,

SPEAKING OF PLUSHIES

he def sees one n buys it 4 u

he then goes to ur room n sees u sleeping w it like hdjsk

he then suffocates u by hugging u

rip u ig 🙏

gepard

the first time u guys met was when u fell asleep,,,,

in the middle of the plaza

deadass thought u died and got worried

he rushed u to like the nearest clinic for help

he then found out u were just sleeping

sometimes he sees u asleep somewhere else while hes on patrol

he sometimes likes to stop 4 a bit and admire u sleeping

if u woke up while he did then u could see a faint blush on his cheeks bc he finds u so so cute

when he gets home from work he likes to lay in bed w u

he cooks dinner 4 u a LOT bc ur too sleepy to get out of bed n make some

absolute malewife (can confirm, am his husband)

but sometimes when he sees u asleep he kisses ur forehead :3c

jing yuan

sleeping buddies

he lets u sleep in his lap while he works on stuff

one time one of his subordinates went into the room and he shushed them

"shh my spouse is sleeping rn" "you have a SPOUSE?!??" "not yet"

loves to hold u while the two of u sleep together

he loves to lay his head on ur shoulder or in ur chest, and same w/ u vice versa

he sometimes likes to run his fingers through ur hair while u sleep

or sometimes he likes to slightly massage ur head while ur falling asleep

he loves to dig his head into ur chest when hes too sleepy to work jsut to make an excuse to his retainers like "im spending time here w my s/o pls leave"

a lot of times he stops working to go sleep with you

glad that ur very sleepy bc he uses it as an excuse to leave work all the time sometimes

edit: i realised i made a mistake and used fem pronouns/terms on jing yuan's part. edited! sorry !!!! :(

[foreverdreaming-oyasumi]

Anonymous asked: Not sure if you've written something similar to this but I love to farm friendship points and those that have max friendship will just be benched. I wonder how would the benched charas feel

note: posting this on my side blog because tumblr shadowbanned my main (@yintsukareta), also KLEE DOES 29K ITS ONLY BEEN LIKE 12 HOURS

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Navi (??)

-Normal = I can fully see it for them

-Italics = I can kind of see it for them

-Bold = In a way, I see it for them

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Sad, after all the time they spent with you. They were only to gain a small tag which they worked hard to customise, just to be benched.

Amber Arataki Itto Barbara Bennett Diluc Fischl Gorou Kaeya Kamisato Ayaka Klee Mona Razor Sucrose Tartaglia Thoma Venti

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Still grateful. They spent time with you and cherished every moment. They may be benched but they're glad.

Albedo Beidou Chongyun Diluc Ganyu Jean Kaedehara Kazuha Kamisato Ayato Kujou Sara Lisa Mona Ningguang Noelle Raiden Ei Sangonomiya Kokomi Shenhe Thoma Xiangling Xingqiu Xinyan Yanfei Yun Jin Zhongli

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Will not allow this. You're benching them?! They'll have you know that you made a mistake and you should keep them on your team all the time!

Arataki Itto Diona Eula Fischl Hu Tao Kaeya (Jokingly) Kamisato Ayato (Jokingly) Lisa (Jokingly) Raiden Ei Tartaglia (Half Jokingly) Thoma (Jokingly) Venti (Jokingly) Yae Miko (Jokingly)

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Doesn't really care. Cool I spent time with a strong god. They then neglected me, okay then.

Albedo Beidou Diona Diluc Hu Tao Kaedehara Kazuha Kamisato Ayato Lisa Qiqi Raiden Shogun (Ei) Rosaria Sayu Shenhe Xiao Xingqiu Yelan Zhongli

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Masterlist 2

Do NOT repost my work without permission.

[risuola]

Please hear me out!

i’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I wanted to write it myself but I can’t write for shit 😭 Here’s my idea, reader (she/her) is close friends with Satoru and Suguru. She takes Suguru’s place instead, and Suguru ends up not going insane, and decides to stick around in Jujutsu High. But because the reader takes his place in this story, she spirals and abandons the idea of being morally good. (She’s a sensitive softie at heart 🥹 the cruel reality of being a sorcerer really took a toll on her). She commits so many crimes that the higher ups urge the strongest duo to finally execute her after dismissing her for nearly a decade. She dies in their hands, and doesn’t get a proper burial. Kenjaku takes her body and uses it as vessel. When Shibuya arc finally unfolds, she shows up right in front of Satoru and Suguru, alive and well. Soon reveals that it’s Kenjaku who has full control of her body. Of course their guilts eats them alive, and the reader (more like kenjaku) rubs salt on their wounds by taunting them about how she’s a great vessel and also a waste that she had to die so soon.

LOST CAUSE — F. READER x GOJO SATORU + GETO SUGURU, but there’s no romance whatsoever, guest appearance of Kenjaku

cw: an au where SatoSugu have another close friend; spoilers for Hidden Inventory/Premature Death arc and the very beginning of Shibuya arc, so much angst and the usual that comes with JJK – blood, hurt, tears and depression : D also, possibly inaccurate references to the original plot, reader's death — 5,5k words

a/n: I’m hearing you out dear! Thank you for the conception, it certainly fulfilled my need to write long and angsty <3

It was stupid. All of it was stupid. Why? Which decisions led you to where you now stood, all of your mind and body filled with devastation as you stilled in time – above the piles of little corpses, disfigured and permanently contorted in a grimace of dread and suffering. A stench of blood and burned bodies irritated your nostrils, your eyes were teary from all the smoke that still was filling the air and as you looked down at your hands, they were covered in blood and purple goo. Sticky. Repulsive. And the screams. In the dead silence of your surroundings, your head was still filled with an echo of those, who were now dead at your feet. Those, who you were unable to save. The imagery of them running, begging, dying carved itself into your mind. Why were you here, again?

* * *

“Hey, y/n, you’ve lost some weight. Are you alright?”, Satoru asked, playing with pencil that just a moment ago he asked you to throw at him. A showcase of his new skills, the techniques he’s been perfecting for the last year after encountering Toji Fushiguro. You forced a smile, squinting from the blinding sun of the summer at its peak.

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, patting Suguru’s shoulder, because his attentive eyes were scanning you already for any sign of disorder; you could hear his analytic brain cranking up, his golden pupils drilling holes in your head. “I’m good, it’s just too hot you know?”

“Wanna go grab some ice cream later?”

“Always.” No, you didn’t wanna go grab ice cream with them. You didn’t wanna grab anything with anyone for that matter and already you had come up with some half-baked excuse to sell later to your two best friends.

You, Shoko, Gojo and Geto were all in the same year in Jujutsu high. You joined them a little late, but quickly found yourself inside the love triangle with the two boys. You called it love, but it truly was nothing more than just a bonding friendship that you wished will last forever; a really close one and you couldn’t imagine your world without their chaos. They were like brothers to you, the ones you’ve never had and Ieiri was like a sister, but she was smart enough to keep her distance from the mess of SatoSugu. You were not as bright in that matter, but for two years, you couldn’t appreciate enough the yin and yang that they created, the casual bickers and deep talks late at night, the cuddles and pinches, the pats and smacks, the tears and laughs, sleepovers, sleepless nights and everything between. You loved them, you couldn’t think of your future without them.

That’s until not that long ago. Few months, maybe. You felt like you’ve been spiraling slowly into something that could only be named depression, because if not that, then what else? Why would you randomly tear up nowadays, zoning out completely in the midst of sentences. Why would you spend nights, blankly staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping, isolating yourself from your friends more and more? And why would you still hear that? The screams, the pleads of hysteric, the soul-tearing sounds of pain and frighten that you’ve been carrying inside your brain since that one mission.

Everything went wrong then, and you were alone. Shoko stayed at the campus, working her way towards becoming a doctor and you, Satoru and Suguru were assigned only to solo missions since the plasma vessel failure. You were strong, it was stated that your year was exceptional, that all of you have a chance to become special grades soon, but you hated that. Being strong came with a burden that you were not ready to take, and when you realized that, most of it was already heaving on your shoulders.

When you got to that school, it was already too late and it wasn’t your fault. You rushed there as soon as you were assigned with the job, but when you dropped the curtain and looked at the building, there was already smoke coming from the window holes, that some time earlier had glass in them. And when you kicked your way inside the little indoor sports arena, the view struck you in ways you couldn’t possibly prepare yourself for and certainly, you couldn’t process it as well. The school was primary, those people were just kids, but the curses pay no mind to age of their victims. This one was particularly playful – or rather, eagerly violent – spreading hellfire around, burning these children alive one by one, causing chaos, suffering and bloodshed. When you finished exorcising it, it was over. For the curse, for your job and for the lives of all of those children. None survived. Not even one.

Not always we can save everyone, Suguru always told you, rationalizing the sacrifices sorcerers have to make and you tried to repeat that in your head when you got out. You tried to play it over the screams, but eventually, the soft tone of your friend’s voice got lost in the catastrophic cacophony of sorrow, sizzling skin and burning death. And that, maybe wouldn’t be enough for you to lose your mind. Maybe you could recover from that, but soon after the incident you witnessed the group of people that stood behind the assault. A band of grown humans, men and women, who were convinced some of those children were possessed by devils or some other shit, so in all hypocrisy known to race, they hired a curse user to fight fire with fire. Quite literally. Those people were so blinded by their fear of unknown that they sacrificed lives of dozens of little children, they shattered so many innocent lives only because they believed in something absurd. And then, they tried to push the blame on you, on sorcerers despite the fact they hired one to do the dirty job. And then, they killed the user, fearing him too. When you’ve got to see the body of a sorcerer that you’ve never got to meet, or at least you thought so, you realized that probably, you wouldn’t recognize him anyway. You’ve seen corpses barely reminiscing of humans, twisted and broken as curses often chose the most petrifying, violent ways of killing, but this? This was something you’ve never seen before – a cruel, ruthless exhibition of pure hate, evidence of deliberate torture, the picture painted in stabs, burns and bruises. All of which, caused by people, who frankly, showed no remorse nor regret as their faces were painted in pride, origin of which you failed to notice.

Those humans. Used jujutsu to commit mass murder only to blame it on your people and kill them. Animals. No. Worse. Much worse.

“Y/n, please, let’s talk it through,” Suguru tried to reason, as you stood up against the two of your friends, in the middle of Shibuya’s scramble crossing. People were passing next to the three of you, unbothered by the way your worlds were colliding right here, in the busiest part of Tokyo. People didn’t care of others, they wouldn’t react if someone next to them would get stabbed to death, only caring about their own shoes to not get them stained in the dirt of blood.

“Don’t be stupid, it’s not who you are,” Satoru raised his tone, but all you felt was nothing. The emotions you’ve seen on his face were real, you knew it. Satoru wears his heart on his shoulder, he pours everything he feels into the words he aims at people that are close to his soul, and you were no exception, but at this moment, you felt nothing. “I know you couldn’t do that.”

“Couldn’t I?”, you asked, thinking back on the last Friday, during which you executed those same people that used jujutsu sorcerers to wipe the floors of that primary school. To wipe the blood and burned bodies. You remember how they knelt before you, how the women cried begging for their lives, yelping that they have children, families and yet, those same children and families were nowhere in their mind when they ordered a mass murder in the primary school. “And why would that be exactly? Because you two think so?”

“Y/n, I get it,” Geto stepped forward, but stopped as you glanced at him. “I really do. You know me, we talked about it. It was hard for me too after Riko, I know what you’re going through.”

“I know Suguru.”

“I thought you keep his side, y/n,” Gojo threw his hands in the air, helplessly trying to find the words to dress his mind with. “I thought you believe in doing good with your powers. That people won’t understand so we shouldn’t look at them and just do what we do. Wasn’t that what you’ve told me?”

“I did, yes,” you gave it a nod and exhaled. “But it changed. Yes, they won’t understand. Anything that they can’t comprehend is pure evil for them and yet they believe in such absurd like gods. They will use us to do their dirty works and then blame us for it, because they cannot understand a single thing. And then, they will kill us, one by one and we, the strongest, cannot do nothing about it. We’ll have to go through life through the corpses of our friends. People don’t deserve what we do for them.”

“Y/n, please, let’s talk about it. Let’s get back to school-“ Geto tried, but you cut him off.

“You two, get back to school. I know I have a sentence already, there’s no point for me to get back there only to get executed. And frankly, I don’t want to get back there, to take part in what they teach us is right when we die for those people. We give our lives for them and they have no idea,” you said, taking a step back. You could tell the lights will soon switch. “Look around, Satoru, Suguru. They crawl around us unaware of our sacrifice and yet, even if they are so fragile a single blow can kill them, they think we deserve to be killed. I’m not gonna take part in this anymore. I’m sorry.”

“We can’t let you go, you know that, we-“

“Then attack me. I’m sure any of you can take me down. I’d rather die by your hands, than on a job of protecting them.”

You turned your back on them, and Satoru raised his hand, pointing at your silhouette, blue already on his mind as his cursed energy gathered in front of his fingers. Suguru’s curses sprawled out of their dimension, but none of them pursued with the attack, unable to do that. They couldn’t kill you. You were too dear to them. They loved you too much to take your life like this. So they let you go, and soon enough, they lost the sight of you in the crowd.

* * *

Nine years. It's been almost a decade and many things changed. You changed your ways completely, making a point of protecting sorcerers from people, even if that meant killing them, but care for humans was something you’ve lost many years ago, having it slowly replaced by disgust. Your once soft heart turned hard and dark and all the good in you vanished as you time after time solidified your beliefs that humans are simply not worth saving, therefore there was no need to keep them alive the moment they became useless. Over those years, you used those people to your benefit, raising money and gathering intel and then, the second their use to you has become nonexistent, so were them. Blood burned permanent stains on your hands but screams of hurt didn’t phase you at all. Have you become a monster? You might have. But for the lives of sorcerers, it was worth it.

It’s been almost a decade since you’ve been dismissed from jujutsu community for crimes, that over those years piled up rapidly and during this time, both Satoru and Suguru tried to stay out of this, whilst Yaga turned a blind eye to the corrupted path one of his students went down by. The now principal felt responsible for not doing enough, for not saying enough, for not noticing soon enough and though the rest of his students, now teachers in Jujutsu high told him that some things were inevitable, it wasn’t that easy to switch off the thinking. Same went for both the strongest, but for years, they waited in hopes for something to change.

That was until you killed someone seemingly important. A politician of sorts, high government pawn that you learned was funding a unit of so-called sorcerer killers, ones that modelled after Toji Fushiguro in cold blood were meant to take down a menace that jujutsu users were, as if it was them who were the ones to fear. Opposite to little no-one’s deaths, this one was loud, this one was medial and this one, Yaga couldn’t let slip. So, an order was given.

Kill on sight.

Almost ten years, and yet Satoru still couldn’t believe what happened. Whilst young, the three of you were almost inseparable and you, out of the whole group, were the most sensitive person he knew. You were soft and full of smiles, kind above all else and yet, you were strong enough to hold back the tears he knew were threatening to roll down your cheeks on many occasions. You were soothing, an oasis that was easily able to turn any darkness into light, and what Satoru couldn’t forgive himself was that once that same darkness started devouring you, he didn’t notice. Too focused on his own missions, on lighthearted shenanigans, on perfecting his usage of limitless and six eyes, he had no idea about your state of mind and when he realized, you have already been sentenced. Suguru didn’t notice either. Or maybe didn’t want to notice, because you talked through many nights about the doubts you both had. He knew about the utter devastation that was slowly consuming your soul but hoped you’ll overcome it, because you always were a sunshine, and a sunshine couldn’t die down to shadows. Turned out, this shadow was pitch black and no light made its way through it.

“Y/n,” they called you and the beautiful music that their voices created brought back memories of your youth. Ten years, almost, had passed since you’ve seen your best friends the last time, and with curiosity sparkling through your system, you turned to face them.

“Satoru, Suguru,” addressing them, your lips curved up slightly in a manner of soft joy. Your heart fluttered at the sight; your pulse raised just as it would for person who’s just seen the love of their life. “Long time no see.”

“It’s not as pleasurable as we would like it to be, y/n,” Suguru sighed and you took a moment to absorb the view.

Both of them changed. Suguru, still tall and broad, seemingly even buffier than he was before stood there with his hair now longer and partially knotted and partially left loose on his back. His facial features sharpened, jaw got more edge to it, eyes turned more narrow and focused, but still, some softness remained from what you remembered and probably he would seem even more familiar if not for the tough expression he had going on. Satoru, right next to him, became even taller. His white hair was now pointing up, kept by a white wrap that completely covered his eyes – something that he probably adapted during the time of usage of his six eyes. Not much of his face you could see, but with ease you noticed his features matured. Both were dressed in uniforms that you could only tie to their unbreakable bond with Jujutsu high.

“You’re now teachers, the two of you, huh?”, you asked, smiling softly, but keeping their moves in mind. “I’ve heard this year’s students are exceptional, now it makes sense. Good they have such amazing senseis.”

“You could have been one of the teachers too,” Gojo snapped.

“How could I teach anyone something I don’t believe in?” a chuckle rumbled deep in your chest as you thought of the image. Abstraction of it made you amused. “How’s Shoko? Is she a doctor now?

“She is,” Geto muttered, unsure why is he answering your questions. “Yaga is the principal.”

“Oh, is he? Look at him, climbing up that ladder,” you laughed, “so, it’s on his orders that you two are here?”

“You killed a fucking politician, y/n,” Satoru spoke, sounding calm but you could tell his blood was boiling. Both of his hands hidden in his pockets were visibly clenched in fists and even though you couldn’t see his eyes, you knew his brows were furrowed. “Almost a decade we allowed you to do whatever you tried to do, but this time, higher ups stepped in. The sentence is decided, we cannot let you pursue your goals further.”

“And why are you both here? I’m sure just one amazing special grade would be enough,” there was a certain amount of poison in your words, though it wasn’t directed at your friends and both of them knew it. “Are the higher ups so desperate to get me off the board because it’s them who give green lights to those assholes that kill us? Did you know that that pathetic politician I’ve killed was in midst of creating an army of little Toji Fushiguros? How do you think he even knew about the dude, huh?”

“An army of Toji?”

“Yeah, remember that guy, that cut both of you into slices? Yea, that one. And who’s giving away the cursed tools to said army? Well, it’s not me and I assume not any of you as well.”

 “Y/n,” Suguru made his way to the side in what seemed like an attempt on surrounding you, because in that same moment, Satoru began shifting to the other side. “I agree with you. People don’t deserve what we do. But no one else can do it. You’re killing those whom we swore to protect.”

“Tell me, Suguru… how many bodies of our friends did Shoko cut open?” you asked and the question made the dark-haired man tsk. It was the truth that hurt the most, he hated how precisely it hit the spot. “How many of our allies were spread across her metal table after Haibara was there? Well, half of Haibara?”

“That’s not the point,” Satoru scoffed and with an exhale, he raised his hand up to loosen up the bandages around his eyes. “We die just as people die. Sorcerers are not above death. You know that, right?”

“We’re not above that, but we are above people and we risk our lives, which we just like them have only one of, for them. And they fuckingstep on it. If I have to pick who’s gonna die from a curse, why would I pick a sorcerer, when a loss of a mere human will be much less tangible than the loss of one of us?”

“Because they cannot protect themselves from curses, and we can.” Geto replied and in a whiff, you felt the appearance of his curses around him. Both him and Gojo were getting ready for a fight, so you had to get ready as well.

“But can we really protect ourselves from them?”, you glared back at him; your tone calm but laced with icicles that pierced through Suguru’s mind as he struggled to see you inside of you.

All of the softness he had always equated you with dissolved into something he couldn’t quite place. Image of you killing someone just for the sake of killing somehow couldn’t materialize inside his mind and it pained him, breaking his heart to think that he will be the reason of your death. And it’s true that probably, just one of them would be enough for that fight, but there was no way they would be able to chose and no one else could do it. You were the strongest, you grew into a special grade quickly after leaving and your technique proved to have no flaws or holes. You were a threat above abilities of others, stepping down only to the two of your friends, if not being equal to them.

“Let’s do it quickly, Suguru,” Satoru sighed, tucking his wraps into one of his pockets.

“Oh, where’s your playful attitude, Satoru?”, you teased, but somehow it hurt you as well. It was your friend you were talking to. Both of them, that came here to kill you and only way for you to get out of it was to kill them.

And killing them, turned out, you couldn’t do. Even hurting them came with difficulty not physically, but mentally. But you fought them both at the same time, keeping a defensive stance, searching for an opening to vanish. From them, you wished to run away, to not make them take the burden of your death because you could see it in their eyes, you were just as dear to them still, as they were to you. But they left you no opening to run away, so you fought. Using everything you’ve got to immobilize them, because instead of taking their lives, that would give you more time.

The way you stood against them, with your cursed technique of energy manipulation, it gave them the hardest time since Toji, and considering they were both taking part in the fight now, ten years after and significantly stronger, just showed how much work you’ve put into your own development. And with pride you noticed, how strong both of your friends became as well. You countered all of their attacks, slashed away the curses and blocked the blues and reds, albeit it really was a matter of time and you knew that. And so, you pushed through, materializing in your hands weapons made from pure, solidified cursed energy, using swords and needles and creating armor around your body that effectively, shielded you from any attack. Your weapon was different from cursed tools. It was made only from energy, strong and unbendable, changing shapes and forms as you deemed it necessary, allowing you to use it in close combat and on long distances. Any curses Suguru summoned stood no chance against what you wielded, but the sheer amount of them was just short of overwhelming you. On top of that, Satoru’s constant offensive, his fists saturated in limitless abilities, the sheer strength of both bodies that were attacking you, slowly rendered you weaker. And it didn’t surprise you.

The end has come when one of the curses stopped you mid-way, engaging in a fight that distracted you enough for a hollow purple to reach your body. The blast threw you away as your body pierced through three buildings straight, through thick concrete bocks and hard steel reinforcements like it was tearing through wet paper and it’s only thanks to the full body coverage of your cursed technique, that it didn’t kill you on the spot. But it hurt. All of your body felt broken once you finally stopped, back pressed against the wall that still cracked underneath the impact of your frame hitting it. Blood covered your vision and a cough shook your body with painful wave overtaking your entire nervous system.

“So that’s the infamous hollow purple, huh?”, you muttered, leaning your head back against the cold solid behind you. There wasn’t much in your body that wouldn’t be fractured at least, you could tell without a mistake that your heart was still beating only because of the cursed energy that still circled throughout your frame.

Both men appeared in front of you, jumping from above – Suguru coming from one of his flying curses and Satoru, probably just teleported here.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Gojo whispered, squatting in front of you and Geto followed his motion to level his vision with yours.

“’ts alright, ‘toru,” you muttered, feeling the dizziness taking the best of you. After the hit you took, you were certain not even a genius like Shoko could save you. “Sugu… both so strong.”

Exchanging a quick glance, both sorcerers sat down, on your sides, paying no mind to the puddle of blood underneath you. They took your hands, so small in comparison to theirs, now red and wounded severely, but the pain you couldn’t feel much of anymore.

“I’m sorry I didn’t take this mission for you. Back in our days. It was meant to be mine, but I was training,” Satoru confessed, squeezing lightly the fractured bones in your palm, reminiscing of the day that was the beginning of your end. The elementary. That day engraved itself in his memory as one of many days that seemingly mattered nothing. Yaga told him about the issue, the curse and fire in school for the youngest, but he brushed it off, focusing all of his mind on perfecting the last touches of his technique. He still remembers how sensei was mumbling profanities, but couldn’t care less because he was that close from teleporting.

“’ts okay, ‘toru.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there either,” Suguru added, his voice barely a whisper as you leaned your head against his shoulder, desperate to ease the heaviness. What Geto remembered from the day in question was that he had an issue with his own technique. Little difficulty, as he was absorbing one of the special grade curses he just caught. It wasn’t severe, it wasn’t even that important, he could have fix this on another time and take the god damn mission, but instead, he declined. “I thought if I don’t take the job, Satoru will, but turned out, it got to you.”

“Sugu, ‘ts ok.”

“Remember how we used to sneak out the dorms to get ice cream in the middle of the night?”, Satoru changed the topic completely – a defensive mechanism to lighten up the mood, to prevent him from crying. And you hummed in response, lowering your heavy lids.

“And how Satoru got drunk after three sips of a beer? That’s when we all knew he’s the lightest head in the history,” Suguru added and faded images of how Gojo discovered that he cannot drink to save his life rushed to the front of your mind.

You had no idea how long it took, was it few minutes or merely few seconds, but you listened to both men rambling above your head, reminiscing of your school days and everything that you did together. Of every prank you witnessed that they took on poor first years, of every little mischief and menace they performed, following Satoru’s lead, because it’s always him who stood tall in the name of chaos. You were humming softer and softer, quieter and quieter.

Until you were not.

“And then we put those cupcakes in Nanami’s bed and-“

“Satoru,” Geto cut him softly, looking down at your stilled frame. At your frozen chest and softened features, sensing no more heartbeat. And Gojo turned his eyes towards you as well, taking in the last picture of you, who he loved as his little sister, even though there was no age gap between you and him. And then they both cried in silence, spending another hour with your dead body before gathering you and taking home.

* * *

October 31, 2018

21:18

Only word that could describe what was happening in Shibuya at this moment would be chaos. Pure disorder, people frightened and running, some unconscious on the ground and some other hiding from what was happening in the Shibuya station. Most of them couldn’t see it but felt the terror, saw the blood, smelled the death in the middle of which, two men were standing.

Both Satoru and Suguru, when they came down here to fight whatever the hell was attacking people, couldn’t move; their heads void of any logical thoughts as memories rushed to the fronts of their minds. Stunned to the core and frozen, they looked into the eyes of the person in front of them, distrusting their own vision. The person that wore the familiar look of you, the energy of you and what seemed like – the same cursed technique, and voice, and face, and hair, and everything. Not one thing betrayed trickery or deception as there you stood, facing them both with a smile on your face – one of those soft ones that had melted their hearts on the spot a decade before. Your features relaxed, genuine, borderline joyous as you breathed the air around them once again.

“What…?”, Suguru snapped first, forcing his own body to move and smacking his friend’s shoulder. “How?”

“Who the hell are you…?”, Satoru whispered, voice stuck in his throat as all of the information that his senses were receiving contradicted with what his soul was telling him.

“Aah? It’s been few months, but do you not recognize me anymore?”, your voice flew through your mouth, the very same gentle and bright tone they used to fall asleep to. “It’s hurting my feelings.”

“Cut it,” Gojo snapped, now putting more pressure on his vocal cords, a groan escaping his throat in effect. “Cut the bullshit, you’re not her. You cannot be her. Y/n is-“

“Dead? Yeah, that purple really messed me up,” you chuckled, shrugging your shoulders slightly and stepping forward. “I have to admit, restoring the body wasn’t the easiest of all.”

“Reveal yourself,” Geto took the defensive stance, ready to pursue with attack if needed and his curses floating behind him on standby. “You’re not fooling us.”

“Ah, how stubborn,” another laugh brightened your face, only now more menacing, more teasing as your dainty fingers reached up to gather the lose hair out of your forehead, revealing a line of thin stitches across your skin there. “See, you really did me a favor by burying her body oh-so traditionally. Isn’t that the procedure to burn every deceased sorcerer?” your mouth was moving, spilling the words interlaced with taunt as the, what looked like, thread was pulled out of the horizontal line above your eyebrows and soon after, grabbed by the hair, the top of your head was lifted, revealing the terrifying image of a brain. With mouth of its own.

“What did you do to her?!”

“Oh, I just took what you two threw away,” you replied, slowly putting the upper skull part down on its place, matching the lines as the thread went through the holes by itself, securing the head together. “And I have to thank you for your little sentiment. If not for that, I wouldn’t have my perfect vessel. Ah, but it’s sad, isn’t it? Such a young, pretty girl had to die so early, and more so, killed by her own best friends. What a waste to jujutsu community, don’t you think?”

Both the boys stood there in shock, guilt eating them alive as the salt and acid was being rubbed into the wounds that just opened. The scabs of the past were ripped away, revealing the gushing pain and Satoru growled in anger, realizing that once again, he might have been responsible for what happened to you. This time, Suguru kept up with him in terms of fury, feeling his own blood boiling in his veins, unable to watch your body being possessed like this, used like a toy.

“Y/n, I know you’re there-“ Gojo called, but got stopped quickly by another pilfering laugh.

“Oh, but she’s not. Her soul is long gone and dead. You made sure to have her soul dead, and you have to know I nearly teared up reviewing her memories when I took the body. Such a poignant story, oh, so heartbreaking.” The teasing had no end as more and more poisonous venom spilled through your mouth, contradicting the carefree and joyful tone of your voice.

“What makes you believe that even if you take her body, you can win here? We’ve defeated her already,” Suguru narrowed his eyes.

“Oh, you’ve won but that’s because she let you two won. Wasn’t that surprising how easily you finished her? A special grade? How she didn’t even try to dodge the hollow purple, like the little curse that she was fighting with was really that much of a struggle? Oh, don’t be silly, you two. It wouldn’t be that easy if she tried.”

“We won’t let you-“

“You must understand your situation. What you’re standing in is a special grade cursed object. A prison realm, and to say it simply, you’ve already lost,” you pointed at the floor, from where the four corners of a cube stretched into a mass of flesh, with an eye – giant and bleeding, staring at its target, as the next stage of sealing began before either of sorcerers reacted. “And what’s more interesting, the prison realm can seal only one person at the time, but with the incredible technique of my current host, I was able to fuel its capacity to two occupants, by manipulating the cursed energy it used. Marvelous!”

The cursed object began enveloping both men, rendering them helpless and immobile, as their cursed energy became unavailable for their use.

“We’ll save you, y/n, you hear me?”, Satoru yelled in unison with his friend and the lone tear rolled down your face, before your hand reached up wiping it in amusement.

“Gate close.”

[xanaxspritz]

inspired by frat boys gojo and geto by @chu-cho! part 1.

synopsis: satoru gojo and suguru geto are the hottest frat boys on campus. an unexpected encounter leaves you wondering if you should take a chance.

an: y'all, as i was writing this I saw a horde of frat boys down my street (I live in a college town) and it scared the shit of me lmao

satoru gojo and suguru geto were probably the most two obnoxious boys on the planet.

known as "yin and yang" on campus, the two could frequently been seen hanging around campus crushing soda cans, smoking cherry lime vapes, and breaking hearts. satoru was the loud, cocky one, possessing a douchey aura that made every interaction a fun game of "how many times does he bring up himself?" suguru was the quiet, laid back one, but still equally as smug and annoying as satoru, especially as his enabler. a slick-talkinng charmer, you often find yourself almost letting your guard down around him.

and the two just happen to be in your chemistry 101.

"hey," gojo says sliding into the empty chair next to you. it was the end of the lecture and everyone was rushing to leave the hall. "my friend thinks your really cute," he points over to suguru quietly walking over to you two. out of everyone in the large lecture hall, they chose to bother next to you. wonderful.

"get lost satoru," you roll your eyes.

"c'mon you think I would lie? i would never! honestly, I'm hurt," gojo pouts.

"lay off her satoru," suguru quips, coming behind gojo. "sorry about him."

"don't pretend like you weren't just giving her mad lovey-dovey eyeballs. anyways we're having a party at the frat this friday after finals, wanna come?"

were they seriously inviting you to a party? a frat party at that? you heard crazy things about the ragers Sigma Tau during finals week. you've girls walk out of the giant victorian-style mansion without their shoes, throwing up on the sidewalk drunk out of their minds.

"i think I'm good," you reply going back to your work.

gojo raised an eyebrow. there was not one person on this earth who declined an invitation to the infamous Sigma Tau rager, and you were too pretty girl not to show up.

"thats ok. think about it," says suguru in a reassuring tone. "we would love to see you there though, if you change your mind." he writes down his number and passes it over to you. "satoru, we need to go. we have physics next."

satoru rolls his eyes before winking at you. "we'll see you friday night." he and suguru leave, and you look dumbly at the scrawny numbers on the piece of paper suguru ripped out of his notebook. this was the first time you've ever been invited to any college party, and at Sigma Tau no less.

you can't help but to feel flattered that satoru and suguru specifically invited you, showering you with attention. maybe this party will be cool. you did need to get out of your dorm more often.

you hold on to the note and keep it in your pocket. 2 days later on that friday afternoon you pull out your phone and send a text.

you: hey, what are the deets again?

maybe: suguru geto: hi

maybe: suguru geto: the sigma tau house at 10pm

maybe: suguru geto: im glad you decided to come :)

[sidsinning]

the movie aint better ya goofs (don't read if you don't wanna hear my slander lol,,,)

"Movie!Gabriel is better than show!Gabriel because he actually cares for his son and gets redeemed"

istg this fandom's obsession with redemption needs to END

Morally better character ≠ better writing

Can I just get a piece of media that tells kids "hey, ur abusive parent was an asshole, and even if they had humanity you do not need to reconcile and forgive them in the end" bc I feel like that's what show!Gabriel leans towards which is great

Gabriel barely talks to Adrien in the movie and suddenly when he sees him under CN's mask his entire reign of terror, his determination to see his dead wife again ends in a tearful hug lmao come on now

("but the ending where Adrien suddenly loves his dad again???"- Astruc has been pretty blunt on Twitter that this perfect society you see in S5's ending is built off of a lie, so Adrien is def not gonna just keep that view)

"Adrien actually stands up to his dad in the movie!"

Movie!Adrien is legit a normal human boy, not a sentimonster who is literally physically incapable of fighting back against whoever has his amok

He DOES fight back (even in S1 as CN!), but people like to remember the show only up to S3. Guess what, he learns to fight back and stand up for himself through his growing bonds and relationships with those around him through character development ✨✨✨

Also, he is an abused kid??? In the show?? How can you knock him down a peg for not fighting back,,, 😭 Adrien's lesson isn't that he needs to learn how to fight back, it's that Nathalie shoulda called cps sooner!!! In the movie they are much more of an estranged father-son pair than anything abusive. So obviously the back talk is much easier too. Movie!Adrien gets to go out alone and with friends unless his dad has specifically planted an enemy where he is. Show!Adrien has been beaten, mind controlled, forced to hurt Marinette, isolated and locked up, etc.- he has been TERRIFIED of his dad multiple times.

"Marinette isn't an obsessive stalker in this!"

SIGH.

Man I am so sick of this complaint- the show has never rewarded Marinette for her obsessive behavior. BC IT IS A CHARACTER FLAW. One they use for cringe comedic purposes, but a flaw nonetheless. Every time she has done anything that hurts others in pursuit of Adrien she is punished by the writers. And bc the show has an episodic monster-of-the-week format, this plot is recycled a lot (which is its own complaint). And guess what? SHE STOPS BEING OBSESSIVE. YEAH. SHE STOPS DOING THAT SHIT- so what do you want now??? She grew out of it after it costs her the miraculous so why tf are yalls still hurling this at her like its a L,,,,

This Marinette is just a watered down boring version of show!Marinette. She's just a girl who gets insecure at times but grows confident bc she's Ladybug. Ok. So is our Marinette but MORE. Our Marinette is super smart, creative, resourceful, an overthinker, extremely kind and selfless to others, gets jealous and reckless when her emotions get the better of her, etc. She is fully formed even after watching just 3 episodes of S1.

Like the fact that they didn't even bother to include the oh so important hook of the show- her lucky charm power- shows they didn't care about doing this story justice- its so transparently lazy writing 💀 (miraculous of creation where??? CN gets cataclysm for destruction but what is movie!LB bringing to the yin yang table,,,)

Legitimately all the comparisons I'm hearing from people saying the movie is better are from those who just aren't caught up with the show where Marinette is no longer toxically obsessive with Adrien, where the plot/lore is insane but 10000000x better and more creative than what the movie gave us, the love square was much better developed EVEN FROM JUST THE ORIGINS EPISODES, etc. Istg these people stopped at S3 where the show was at its worst (if I were to pinpoint it)

Everything is so watered down or changed for the worse

Adrienette bonding was 1 conversation and 2 seconds about his mom in a voiceless montage. Marinette didn't fall for him bc of his kindness after a misunderstanding, it was bc he looked handsome in the library's light lol. He called her weird and didn't think twice about putting on his earphones to listen to more alpha podcasts. You really do wonder why she likes this dude over her partner CN bc they have no connection at all.

Movie!Adrien was an asshole don't you dare do show!Adrien dirty by comparing him to this ellen degeneres alien lookin mf

When movie!Adrien is crying after Mari reveals herself as LB, unlike the show, here you're like "yeah no you only like her now bc she's LB lol"

Anyways feel free to enjoy what you enjoy but uuuuuhhhh this movie getting a 3/10 for me would not rewatch

Oh wait the good things

-Visuals

-Some Ladynoir scenes were cute, like them playfully fighting with the accidental wall pin

-I liked Ladybug moving away from CN's kiss- nice hint of angst

-Chloe's coffee stain scene

-Luka cameos were cute

songs were bad or mid

ya das it

I guess feel free to talk to me in my inbox about your own thoughts if you wish (respectfully plz)

[dykeinthedark]

thinking abt writing about gender in mother 3 because HOLY SHIT could i write about it. like just breifly: flint & claus and their masculinity and outbursts of violence vs lucas and his being more "feminine" (sensitive, crying, loving, close with his mother, etc) and an untraditional hero; the magypsies in general but how androgyny is like a mystical power (aka them having masculine and feminine attributes being akin to a sort of yin yang balance of harmonious opposites); kumatora and duster being subversive of gender archetypes previously established by the mother series; DONNA HARAWAY'S CYBORG MANIFESTO ESSAY ABOUT THE PLASTICITY OF IDENTITY AND UM THE LITERAL CYBORG IN THE GAME