tangyneon

[tangyneon]

˚₊‧꒰ა Eden's Dream Journal ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

. ۫ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sweetheart FM has a returning guest today . . . are you there mr gojo .ᐣ

˖ ꯴ ⌇ “ yeah hi what do you mean i got stabbed in my wife's dream .ᐣ.ᐣ.ᐣ ”

today's feature ᝰ.ᐟ✧ eden dreams of a mysterious historical au & lives out her greek tragedy with prince.ᐟsatoru

note ᝰ.ᐟ✧ entry 01, pls note that i dream in extreme detail also i dream a lot about characters, this is how i get fic ideas

the first parts of the dream were a bit hazy, but i was sat by a stream and drinking, frazzled and in an honestly gorgeous dress, looking like the pretty pink princess that i am. it was nighttime

arms wrap around me and i am a bit more frightened and startled than usual it seems .ᐣ i get hushed and cradled by the sweetest satoru AHHHH

he's also in relatively fine clothing. not sure what era we're in but we were both in noble clothes. he looked so yummy

we cuddled up by the stream, it's insinuated that we ran away. satoru joked that 'the prince would have his head', however satoru himself seemed like a prince. turns out the fucker who he's talking about is my betrothed? who is a horrible man I was arranged to marry ( damn ok?? )

he had a really pretty sword ( im a sword nerd ) that was kinda sentient. it responded to his whistles and hums

he tells me he's gonna go start the fire and kisses me like siiiirr come back noooo .ᐟ but alas he then gets up

a minute later i feel arms around me again and im all giggly and shit like toruuu I thought you were making the fire .ᐣ

IT WAS NOT TORU .ᐟ

suddenly i'm grabbed. i screamed bc who TF and suddenly we're surrounded. the rest was a blur but im assuming we got our asses kicked and suddenly we're dragged back to the palace

dream blurred a lil more, im on the steps of the palace being held by guards while satoru is detained and pushed around I was NOT having it and started making demands but my guards aren't .ᐣ listening to me .ᐣ.ᐣ

OUT WALKS MY FUCKASS FIANCE urgh he look slimy but like he kinda fine BUT HE SLIMY and he does the whole chin grab and im like sir leave me the fuck ALONE

spit in his eye

anw so homeboy goes on a wholev villain monologue about how he can't believe his wife to be is unfaithful to the enemy prince and I'm — ( ENEMY PRINCE SATORU??? FANNING )

satoru being the shit he is mocks him a bit to help get the bitch away from me and it works. satoru gets bitch slapped and I'm like HOE.ᐟ leave my man alone .ᐟ

okay in all seriousness this scene was really thematic, two lovers being held away, bastard making threats and talking about satoru's execution to get to me

i start begging him to leave toru alone and punish me instead bc im his betrothed and this bastard reaches out and cups my face and im like. . . ew

tears in my eyes, bout to sob my heart out, but then I see satoru from over his shoulder. he's readying the sword with a throat clear

bastard goes, “i'm so sorry, my dearest, but i must break a vow” NO.ᐣ

the sword flies out ready to stab but the bastard spins, grabs the sword and lunges it INTO SATORU

THE FUCKER TWISTS THE BLADE AND STABS HIM AGAIN .ᐣ.ᐣ ASKS HIM IF IT WAS WORTH IT .ᐣ

“a hundred times over and a thousand deaths yes it was.” ← satoru. i was crying my eyes out

satoru mouths an apology to me over the bastard's shoulder.

anw im distraught, the guards let me go and i rush over

bastard lets me hold satoru and try ( fail ) to stop the bleeding

we get to tell each other i love you as im holding his bloodied hands and the dream fades out while satoru smiles up at me. . . . ( i jolted awake ig i just couldn't accept that )

did i juliet y'all? we'll never know but what fucking dream

[tangyneon]

"Would you love me if I was a rock?"

"Hm?" You really think that the roles would be reversed in this situation, but no, Satoru always seems to beat you to whatever shenanigan you think of.

Blinking away confusion you hum, bringing a finger to your chin and pretending to be deep in thought. "I dunno, would I?"

Satoru lets out an offended gasp, throwing a pillow at you. You giggle as it hits your face, "Oh cmon- Why would I love a rock?"

You ask that question again today, staring down at a grave. It held as a reminder for what was buried- for who was buried. Leave it there. Move on.

For the first time in years, you understood what he meant with that question.

You wish the answer was no.

A.N. Lol get angst'd

[tangyneon]

your f/o’s elderly mother has been ill for some time now and will be living with the two of you for the foreseeable future

[tangyneon]

f!reader, she/her pronouns used, you work in the office’s sales and investment department, managing clients and closing deals, your VIP client gojo satoru ofc is down bad for you

“is he here again?” one of your coworkers whispers, eyeing the white haired man lounging in the waiting area.

“yeah”, the other replies with a nod. “he must be loaded. i mean, look at him — he’s buying land or property every other day”

“should we go see what he’s here for this time?”

a third chimes in, lowering her voice. “i already tried, but he said he’s waiting for her”

“oh, of course”, the first two say in unison, rolling their eyes. “he never wants to work with anyone else but her”

the man sitting across from them is gojo satoru — the head of the infamous and powerful gojo clan and, without question, one of the richest men in japan. he first walked into the office a month ago for a routine estate deal, but then… he saw you. since then, he’s been coming back almost daily — buying land, investing in companies, expanding his already ridiculous portfolio. but it’s never really about business, he doesn’t care about doubling or tripling his assets — every deal, every investment, it’s just an excuse to see you.

the office chatter cuts off the moment you step out of the meeting room, walking alongside a new client you had just finished discussing terms with.

“it was a pleasure meeting you” — the man says warmly, taking your offered hand but instead of shaking it, he lifts it to his lips and places a kiss on your knuckles. “i would be delighted to work with you”

you clear your throat, not exactly pleased with his actions, and retract your hand quickly while still maintaining a polite and professional smile as you nod. “likewise”

“may i have your number? just in case any details come up?”

“of course” you reply, and the two of you exchange business cards.

as the client exits, your attention shifts to a sharp tapping sound coming from the waiting area. there he is — gojo satoru — legs crossed, one foot thudding impatiently against the floor while the other on top swings, arms folded tightly across his chest, his usual carefree demeanor nowhere to be seen. he’s clearly not pleased.

another man had just tried his luck with you, just like he once did. and chances are, just like him, that man will be back.

“i would be delighted to work with you” — satoru mutters under his breath, mimicking the client’s voice with exaggeratedly small voice. “yeah, right. my ass”

you can’t help but chuckle and walk over to him. “hello, mr. gojo”

he huffs, still pissed at the way that man kissed your hand. offering no greeting in return and no teasing grin as he usually does, he jumps straight to the point with a grumbled confession.

“you know, i’m a very jealous man”, he pauses, eyes still locked on the door your client just walked out of, before he continues — “i already don’t like the idea of that man calling or texting you”

you raise a brow as you take a seat beside him. “it’s business related”, you reply, though you’re not sure why you’re even giving him an explanation, let alone trying to calm him down.

“yeah? well, so was mine the first time, but look how that turned out”

you roll your eyes, fighting the smile tugging at your lips. “you mean you buying half the city just to keep showing up here?”

“exactly” he leans back, spreading his arms along the top of the couch like he owns the entire building — which, at this point, wouldn’t surprise you. “you’re a dangerous woman. all professional and focused until suddenly i’m out here investing in organic rice farms just for a reason to see you”

you laugh. “is that why you wanted to meet me today?”

he shrugs. “who knows? maybe i suddenly care a lot about sustainable agriculture”

“you’re ridiculous”, you snort.

“and you’re unreal”, his tone a bit more teasing now. “i swear you could get on my nerves every day and i’d still thank the universe for putting you in my life”

“huh?” you blink.

“i’m serious”, he says, voice dropping low, eyes locked on yours. “you driving me crazy, making me jealous, acting like this is just business — you could keep doing that for the rest of my life. because the most beautiful woman on earth getting on my nerves? that’s an honor.” he pauses for half a second, then leans in, “but i need to make you mine — officially”

“what are you—“

before you can finish, he cuts you off. “we can go pick a ring right now” he says casually like he’s offering to go grab some coffee. “i’ve already got five jewelers on speed dial. we’ll go full sparkle because you deserve nothing less”

you just stare at him in disbelief, torn between laughing and checking to see if he’s actually joking.

“what?” he grins. “don’t look so shocked. i told you from the start that i don’t do things halfway, especially not when it comes to you”

you’re not oblivious, of course. you’ve known for a while now that gojo satoru has a thing for you. the way he always asks for you specifically, the over-the-top deals, the charming smiles paired with suspiciously timed visits — it is beyond obvious. though part of you always thought it was just a tiny, harmless crush. but now he’s suddenly talking about rings like you’ve already been dating for years and it’s the most natural progression.

okay, maybe, just maybe, calling it a tiny crush doesn’t really hold up when the man is out here casually buying half the city just for an excuse to see you.

you narrow your eyes at him, a smirk tugging at your lips. “you know, maybe before we start ring shopping we should try lunch first”

“lunch, huh?” satoru tilts his head, pretending to think.

you nod. “yeah. you know — small steps! a conversation that isn’t about land acquisitions or surprise proposals”

he leans in, his voice smug and sweet all at once. “would you freak out if i told you i already bought the ring?”

“no, you didn’t”

“yes, i did”, he says, completely unfazed. “it’s in my pocket”

[tangyneon]

Ai what do you think Satoru’s favorite position is? I need to be prone boned by him 😔 like imagine his armssss and his slutty little waist 😭

missionary is his all time number one and then it’s prone bone, you are getting flipped around like a pancake and nicely creampied on both sides !!

[tangyneon]

thanks to my loveliest eden, i got over my shyness and added the fic links to the post. 😌😌💪💪 @edensrose

i think i'm too shy...

[tangyneon]

i think i'm too shy...

[tangyneon]

omg, this is such a fun game!! op, i hope you won't mind me jumping in and continuing this game!! 😊😊

starting from the most recent:

Gojo Satoru doesn't believe in any deity. (waffle-weave - gojo x you)

You have no idea when exactly grocery stores became such a dangerous place for your heart. (stir gently, please - gojo x you)

It's 10:30 at night, and Gojo Satoru finds himself standing in front of a vending machine. (inky, tawny, teddy! - gojo x you)

Tokyo smells different. (lychee pops! - gojo x you)

Thinking of clan leader!Gojo who cannot seem to decide if he wishes to hate his newlywed wife or adore her until the point of madness. (écru - gojo x you)

Gojo believes, there exist two kinds of people. (too busy being yours - gojo x you)

The sky bleeds green, the first time Gojo sees you fight. (it was over from the start - gojo x you)

"A lady must never dream," your mother says as she places the wataboshi atop your head, "She must only ever fulfill her duties to her family, silently and obediently." (skew lines - gojo x you)

Gojo loves clicking pictures with you. (click & save - gojo x you)

my two fics from another fandom, which i couldn't just leave out of this list, no matter how much i tried—starting from the most recent:

Every afternoon, Anakin peels an orange for his Master.

The place reeks of sweat, iron—more of the old-blood-kind than of the construction-rod-kind—and cheap alcohol.

no pressure tags: @andysdrafts, @philosians, @satoruxx, @sixeyesanddaydreaming, @strawberrystepmom, @sukunasweetheart, @satoblue, @mahowaga, @lily-bisque, @edensrose, @storiesoflilies. (tagging 11 people as my list has 11 fics.) 😊😊❤️❤️

Saw this going around in different circles and figured I'd get it started here?

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fics (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people

Starting from most recent:

Crickets sing as the light bobs, a glowing halo on the ground that bounces with each step. (a wish for you - Wind Breaker, Sakura Haruka)

Sweat trails down your neck toward your cleavage under the heat of the sun as you work, your muscles starting to ache as you carry another box to the shop. (Clueless - Wind Breaker, Suo Hayato, Sakura Haruka)

Illuminated by the street lamp, the maple tree that sits at the edge of your yard glows and you’re surprised by the reluctance that pulls at your heart at the sight, the signal of your impending separation. (Hanakotoba - Wind Breaker, Sakura Haruka)

It happens after dinner one random Saturday in June. (and you love me - Wind Breaker, Sakura Haruka)

Laughter is in abundance, bouncing off each surface as nearly everyone sports a smile of some kind, grateful for the promised return of Saturday Markets. (Red - Fields of Mistria, March)

You’ve been taking too long—much longer than Kazuya would have anticipated. (As You Wish - Daiya no Ace, Miyuki Kazuya)

As soon as he steps out into the night, Kazuya’s met with a wall of humid air, thick and warm thanks to the lingering heat from the day. (Taste the Sea - Daiya no Ace, Miyuki Kazuya)

Funny, how quickly his excitement to see you is replaced with anxiety upon hearing your name. (Promises We Exchanged - Daiya no Ace, Miyuki Kazuya)

Even from the street, you can hear the clamor of your family inside the izakaya. (not a stranger - Daiya no Ace, Sawamura Eijun)

Ushijima’s question is forgotten the second you hear the opening chords of the next song. (never stopped - Haikyuu!!, Semi Eita)

Absolutely no pressure tags!!!: @sodaneko, @megapteraurelia, @yinyuedijun, @noctis-kingfisher, @hiraethwrote, @purpleqilinwrites, @prettyboykatsuki, @shouyuus, @arget-star, + anyone and everyone else who wants to do this!! I wanna see your writing! 💜

[tangyneon]

there's not a single nonchalant bone in my body. i care so much i could literally vomit

[tangyneon]

✦ dvd menu ft. gojo ﾉ angst, hurt no comfort, eighteen plus

you’re not quite sure how you ended up here. in a pocket between today and tomorrow. now and then. night and day. 

love and loss.

it’s blue, and infinitely so. your eyes squint against the harsh sapphire rays surrounding you, reflecting and bending off the curve of the endlessly stretching walls. they’re malleable to the touch as you press against it, wondering and wide eyed, curious as a child. a little hopeful that there could be more outside this cobalt cavity.

like clockwork, he arrives. the sudden patter of feet against the hard ground, like rain pelting concrete and bleeding into it. and what blinds you is the winking gleam of his piercing cerulean orbs, somehow astonished each time that you were still here. that you weren’t a figment of his imagination he’d conjured up.

he’d rest on the ground beside you, a plastic baggie encasing a meal in hand—as if you’ve ever actually felt unsatiated. you weren’t even sure what that would feel like.

you still take it graciously, as you do anything he hands you.

and just like routine, his fingers would brush the icy top of yours, an electric shock jolting through your nerves and making your brain short circuit.

you’re pretty sure this is the only sense of warmth you’ve ever felt.

his lips would find your neck as he pushes you against the stiff ground, caging you beneath his form. his milky tresses tickle your complexion, a feather light touch that makes you shudder.

he’d caress your waist and whisper your name like a plea, and you’re not quite sure why it sounds so unfamiliar trickling from his tongue.

he’d press your wrists into the ground above your head, tethering you in place, dragging his damp lashes against your jugular as if trying to commit the feeling to memory.

you don’t say anything, just soft gasps and breaths escaping your parted lips, tipping your head back as he gets to work.

it’s a routine you find yourselves in, and you never have quite enough time to wrack your brain for many answers before the screen goes black.

you’re so far severed from any humanity or reality, you’re not even quite sure what you are.

he’d strip you with a slow and careful tempo, meticulous with responding to each mannerism—six eyes analyzing each twitch of your lip, the curve of your spine, the flicker of uncanny hunger in your eyes.

he never removes his shirt, and you think that you’ve caught onto why.

a jagged scar tearing through his midsection. you’d traced it with your finger pad before in the throes of passion.

and there was a pause, a vacant and dull look, before he’d continued.

you didn’t have it in you to ask how he’d gotten it, what it meant.

if it still hurt.

he pushes into you, swollen cockhead spearing you with no remorse. budging into you like you were promised to him, like you were supposed to stay like this for him.

and you’d mold yourself around him carefully, because you were made for him. maybe not you, but this you.

your deft fingers fist his shirt as you tie your trembling legs around his slim and absurdly toned waist, allowing him to rock into you.

there’s a frustration in his eyes you can’t unravel, eyes dialed in on where the two of you are conjoined, before he falls over you.

lips crash onto yours, teeth bumping, desperately swapping saliva. you almost miss what he headily whispers, but fate is cruel.

“i couldn’t…” he’d trail off, and then he'd return to grunting into your eardrum, husky and low, vibrations melting your muddled brain.

he’d spill into you, a shudder racking his body as you flutter and gush around him.

and this time, he stays. instead of dragging himself out of you and disappearing with teary eyes, he stays.

cleans you down, caresses your head with a touch so unfamiliar you’re not sure what to make of it.

then he holds you to his form.

you don’t know how long you hear the steady patter of his consciousness battering against his ribcage beneath your cheek before you break the silence.

“how did i die?”

your voice is warbled, not all there.

“you were collateral damage,” he responds flatly, as if it were something he’d needed to repeat hundreds of times over already. a pitiable eulogy, a weak epitaph. sacrilege of something sweet to him in another time. desecration long after your death.

you’re quiet for a moment, before allowing yourself another question. “will i see you again?”

and now it’s his turn to be tight lipped. you can’t see his face, his thumb drawing imaginary circles against your bare shoulder.

he apologizes beneath his breath, like he was making up with himself rather than you.

“i’ll be leaving now.”

his words crack at the end as he sits up, casting a cheek towards you.

you pretend not to see the tear defiling his pale cheek.

you nod, because you understand what he means.

because none of this was real, neither were you. you were just a character resting between loading screens. corners slowly curtailing on you until gojo was fulfilled. until he realized that he needed to move on. you aren’t quite sure how he’d created you, or if any of this was real. but you didn’t get to ask such questions.

the blinding blue around you dulled, the infinite void filling with grey as he got to his feet.

you laid on the ground, still coming down from the high of his warm touch, not sure if your feet ever really touched the ground. you succumb to the dark as it washes over you, the last image gracing your watery orbs being his retreating form.

a/n: was feeling angsty sorry. art found here

[tangyneon]

this will force me to release one or the other this weekend, both will be lengthy 🧟‍♀️ and yes i get a vote because im evil

[tangyneon]

Friend group chats are fun. Today one of my friends, who keeps pet crayfish, found babies in a tank that was supposed to be a males only. No choice but to empty out the whole tank to fish out the babies of unknowable origins. But lo and behold, there was a culprit: one teeny tiny little female had somehow escaped containment, evidently specifically going out of her way to break into this all male tank to get railed by like 15 males twice her size. Possibly completely different breed, too. Monsterfucker supreme.

So for a good solid hour or so, the whole group chat was focused on. slutshaming this one specific little crustacean. With like 300 babies.

[tangyneon]

at your wedding — or technically — the gojo clan’s formal ceremony that was stiff with tradition, satoru had dropped into a deep ojigi (bow) before you. and it was scandalous — the talk of the century as word spread to every sorcerer across the country. it had been known and described as being too deep and too low for a man bowing to his wife — an act of defiance. the gasps that rippled throughout the room along with the disapproving clicks of tongues were the definition of scorned and displeased. bc his behavior was so improper and undignified — blasphemous, even. but satoru stayed there a moment longer than necessary — just to drive the point home. he specifically did this during the ceremony he didn’t even want to have. bc he hadn’t planned on doing a wedding for his clan at all, hated the idea — hated them. and he hated how they didn’t approve of your marriage because you weren’t a sorcerer. but once he threatened to cut them off entirely — they folded. those old geezers couldn’t risk being on bad terms with their own — especially not with the strongest. then and even now, his bow was a message — a loud and clear one. with a smug grin on his lips, the reverent action was a declaration: “she’s the only one i bow to. ever.” and you flustered of course — bc he made sure that day that everyone saw how you are the one he’d kneel and deeply bow for. the one person he will listen to forever — his goddess. that no one’s input or opinion or existence mattered next to yours. it was a vow — one that would be remembered and talked about — in awe and jealousy — for generations to come.

[tangyneon]

How I feel after getting only 3 likes and 1 reblog on tumblr:

[tangyneon]

(*¯︶¯*)

"is there an author that you wish would receive more attention? tell us their url, and rave about them!"

oh hello there is absolutely so fucking many that i've had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with and having my eyes absolutely BLESSED with their works. i actually get really frustrated daily that i cannot sit around and read all of their fics due to work and school, and i also do not think i could find a way to compile a list of each of my following without leaving people out sooo.

instead of me blowing up damn near 70 people's notifications, i'll unprivate my following :] !

my recent reads, however, include:

drunk running by @riveredmoon - suguru and heart wrenching angst with a wonderfully compiled smau series that i am slowly indulging in. and everything burned in blue by @tangyneon - theeee most precious compilation of oneshots of an arranged marriage between reader and gojo however it's so sweet it makes my teeth ache. sukuna sundays by @theorphicangel - god, you guys already know how down bad i am for the man but this drabble list makes me giggly and it's amazing to indulge in. to distant lands by @sukunahs - my goodness. i have read the first chapter and let me tell you... i was giggling and kicking my feet with this one. once this week dies down a bit, just know i'm completing this beauty in a couple days. push to pass by @goonforgeto - kicking my feet and squirming, made me utterly obsessed with f1 aus hello guys its so HOT. the writing is so immersive and heart wrenching, the ending made me cry like a baby.

ofc, there is SM i want to include but that is not realistic for a busy lassie like me... however, check out these others and my following list, you will not be disappointed :D

[tangyneon]

thinking fondly of this meme I made for a coworker years and years ago

[tangyneon]

Anyways