voidkinnie

[voidkinnie]

Shame on me

Synopsis: you and satoru look at his old pictures in a photo album.

Satoru gojo x gn!reader

A/n: I actually shed some tears at the end uiui.

You flipped through the photo album, each picture filled with satorus youthfull face — background filled with the gojo clans atendees. Each photo was like a mugshot, an update how satoru grew.

The first photo — a baby picture of satoru was cute yet sad. He was wrapped in a white blanket as his eyes remained closed in the wooden crib. "You are looking at the pictures again? I said there's nothing special about them." Gojo bent over your shoulder as he watched you flip towards his teen years — a picture of satoru before the ceremony and after, before he had a full head of white hair and a scowl that translated to the after photo but now his hair was gone, replaced by a buzzcut.

"Why did they cut your hair again?" You asked looking at gojo as he pouted "something about.. abandoning anything that happened in the past and i had to accept to be a gojo — I don't remember the details honestly." Satoru quickly sat besides you while flipping through the next page pointing out his outgrown buzzcut "This is the first time I attented jujutsu high." He smiles softly at the memory, recalling the first time he met shoko, suguru and everyone else. "Aw you were cute with your hair cut short." You teased while running your fingers through his overgrown white looks "heey don't tease me — it brings back bad memories."

He looked down to see photos he took, they had soul and gave satoru some good memories — you were now looking at a picture of shoko, satoru and suguru sitting at one of their dorms in matching shirts "do you still have that shirt?" You asked looking at gojo who tried to keep up his facade, face softening at your question "Yeah, I kept everything you know.."

You jutted out a lip as satoru took the photo album from you to flip through it on his own, only wanting to see the photos he took with that old blue camera. He took it everywhere and took photos of random stuff: a tree, shoko studying her anatomy books, suguru trying to tie his hair up for the 5th time. It was all real and he loved those photos — he even kept the blurry ones that made him and suguru look ugly. But they were special.

"Theres some space still left – hey what if we add some pictures? Maybe us, then our wedding day.. maybe pictures of the little ones someday." You teased as satoru laughed, but it wasn't a depreciating laugh more sincere, like it was funny you wanted to have a family, a life with him.

"Hey I'm serious–" you stood up and took the old blue camera with chipped paint into your hands as you tried to turn it on, pointing it at satoru "say cheese! This is our house before the marriage!" You commented as you took the picture with a smiling satoru, then you sat back down next to him to make a selfie with him – kissing his cheek while he smiled widely.

"I'm going to get these printed and then we'll add them into the book." Satoru looked at the display, rubbing his thumb at your face "make me two copies." You shrugged and went to your pc, sending the two photos to a printing company.

—

Satoru loved that picture you took of you two, always carrying it in either his pocket or wallet.

That's how he always remembered to fight for you, remembering your promise of adding pictures to that old album — to make new albums.

But now — satoru couldn't even get a hold of his wallet in his pants. Looking up at the blue sky with unshed tears. Even in his last moments he couldn't look at your face kissing his cheek.

Wallet forgot in his other lower half as his upper body was sliced by sukuna — and the only thing on his mind was you, his friends and the future he couldn't live.

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[voidkinnie]

I got geto brain rot. And the people on roblox spraypaint needed to suffer seeing my bad suguru drawings and now I'm going to share with you — cuz I have free will 😌 (the lighting was better in-game </3)

Thats all byee <3

[voidkinnie]

Tumblr is seriously pissing me the fuck off, I had 3 THREE FUCKING PARAGRAPHS DONE. AND THEN THE APP RESETS. Has this happened to anyone else? I always say to myself "hey go write in the notes app" but noo I have to write in this UI bc I get 'creative flow'

Vykurvena pica hnusna kokotkokot

[voidkinnie]

Just so yall know 🫡🫡

Hump, get 'em on camera!

Nerd!jo x reader

Synopsis: gojo is pent up so he uses his old body pillow and your panties to simulate your body.

Tags: smut, pillow humping (gojo), M! Masturbation, pantie sniffing & grinding, voyeurism, porn no plot, gojo lowkey worships reader, modern AU - no curses, smut is right below the cut, english isn't my first language!

Gojo knew he was a degenerate, But he never thought he would be humping against his anime body pillow with your blue lace panties clinging to the soft material. Grazing his pink mushroom tip against the soft material when your sweet cunt sits and now he's sinfully damaging the material with his cum.

He's such a loser, he knows he is. With the way a another pair of panties is bunched up in his palm and breathing deeply your intoxicating scent.

"F—fuhck.." satoru gasps for air when he rubs his cock between your panties and the pillow, the elastic rubbing just along his protruding vein. Stimulating it just right.

Satorus glasses are fogged up and slightly falling from his nose bridge but the only thing he can think about is your sweet smile, your scent, you.

He had the whole apartment to himself, to his dismay. Apparently you had been called to your office for an emergency but you soon found out it was just a fluke and some rat had bitten through some wires, appointing you to go home earlier than agreed with satoru beforehand.

"Please, sweetheart.." gojo begged into the warm air, pushing his thumb just below the head of his cock. Just like you do when he's close. And that makes him feral.

Humping the pillow faster, legs shaking as his hips start making more noise against the pillow. Soft thumps and whimpers could be heard when you entered your shared apartment.

"Satoru?" You called out but as you opened the door to your shared bedroom you saw a very familiar sight, your boyfriend fucking into your panties on his old high-school bodypillow he said he got rid of 5 years ago. The panties he was sniffing earlier? Now laying on the pillow as he leaned down to rut his hips against the material — rubbing his nose against soft cloth, you even caught a sight of his tongue lulling out to lick off some residue.

"Sweetheart.." He still didn't know you were watching, so lost in the bring of pleasure. That's it until he groaned and straightened his back, climaxing against the pillow and soiling your panties with his cum. "I love youu.." oh poor satoru was so out of it he thought the pillow was you and hugged it close. Closing his eyes and having a content look on his face.

"Satoru, I'm home.." You said softly, sitting besides him as you played with his soft hair which awakes him again. His cock still twitching as it rested against the pillow and panties. "Love! I missed you." Satoru was so fucked out he didn't even realize he was still naked, cum dripping and him smelling of sex and sweat.

"Oh sweet boy.. did you enjoy yourself?" He just hummed with a grin but then it dawned on him "Oh, sweety I.. I know I told you I threw the pillow out but i swear! I Uhm.." He tried to salvage some dignity by covering himself with the warm duvet but because of his sweaty skin it just made him burn up more. "Satoru I'm not mad. Just, surprised." You said calmly while playing with a strand of his hair.

Leaning down, you whispered "next time, when you are horny, ill let you grind against me." And with a cheeky smile you pulled away, leaving satoru yearning for that said next time.

A/n: first time writing smut so I hope it was alright C:

[voidkinnie]

So I made my smut acc, you can go follow it :D so far I didn't post anything just an intro page but I've been having some ideas lately and they NEED to come out..

@skobeloffico is my smut blog

@voidkinnie is my fluff and main blog

It took what — 3 or 4 years but I'll finally post something that's filthy

[voidkinnie]

Should i make a smut side-blog?

I've been through many incidents where I had a smut blog and I got shadowbanned. Appeal didn't work. And I would be horrified if this, 4 years old blog would be shadowbanned again!

So I'm asking the people should I make a side blog just for smut?

[voidkinnie]

⌞ multi fandom masterlist ⌝

── .𖥔 ݁

honkai: star rail

𖹭 ── nothing yet

jujutsu kaisen

Lost in paradise

─ you gift them a handmade gift: (gojo, geto, toji x reader headcannons)

MY NEXT PIERCING, A LOBOTOMY!!

— neuroscience gojo stepping into a tattoo shop and a piercer salon, quite out of place until he sees reader and their piercings. Deciding he should get one as a sign of rebellion: (nerd!gojo x body piercer!reader)

Nightly, besides the green, green grass

— gojo's first time sleeping at your place and your cat doesn't like him - drabble: (gojo x gn! Reader)

Other fandoms

𖹭 ── nothing yet

[voidkinnie]

℘ Nightly, besides the green, green grass

Synopsis: gojo's first time sleeping at your place and your cat doesn't like him - drabble

Pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader

W.c: 352

tags: fluff, satoru and reader are dating, readers gender isn't specified (no anatomy, no pronouns), not proof read cuz I literally written and posted this in the span of 15 minutes

"They don't bite satoru." You reassured gojo as he hugged the wall of your room, the white cat hissing at him and arching its back at the 'intruder' "door hinge just doesn't like men that's all." You smirked petting your tabby cat in your lap as you watched the scene unfold.

"No babe you don't understand," gojo shrieked while pointing at the white cat "your cat has cursed energy, MY SIX EYES SENSE IT!!" gojo Said and with any minor movement the white cat hissed and edged closer to gojo — ready to claw at his black sweat pants.

Gojo sniffled — the cat arched his back more, gojo moved closer to your bed and it was reciprocated with a swat of a white paw at his lanky fingers.

"Your cat hates me." He said, sitting on the ground hugging his knees "Oh don't be a scaredy cat" you replied with a huff, picking up the fluffy cat with two arms. Suddenly the white demon, who was torturing satoru became an angel in your arms — purring loudly to mock satoru.

"Don't worry I'll sleep on the couch from now on, maybe on the porch.." satoru said dramatically wiping his eyes with knuckle "Don't worry, I'll feed them and then you can climb in the bed." You smiled, picking up the tabby cat too.

Meanwhile as the cats ate, you and satoru cuddled up on your bed — satoru clinging to you like a lifeline, providing too much warmth and hot air. But what woke satoru up wasn't your sweet kisses it was door hinges piercing blue eyes as she sat on satorus chest. A death glare. "Ea..easy there little feline companion." He said softly, as you laid on his left arm. Trapping him.

To say the least satoru didn't get any sleep, having a staring contest with a cat. But as soon as you woke up to the warmth of the sun hitting your face and not satorus breath, door hinge jumped down the bed and hid — making satoru look crazy as he explained the experience.

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[voidkinnie]

✃ MY NEXT PIERCING, A LOBOTOMY!!

Synopsis: gojo's a neuroscience student and reader a body piercer.

Pairings: nerd gojo x body piercer!reader

w.c.: 1.8K

Tags: needle insertion (tongue), bad jokes, gojo is down bad for reader, readers gender isn't specified and is prefered to with they/them pronounces, mutual pining, fluff but suggestive, reader has piercings!, curses don't exist, modern AU, no mention of neuroscience cuz I'm too stupid for that

"Such a shit day.." gojo breathed heavily with his head leaning to the side. His lectures stretched beyond the appropriate time, and now he had to get his coffee an hour late — the rush hour was a pain, people having long orders or dumb requests. It made the day worse than it already was.

As he stepped into the active Cafe full of students, friends and families he saw the queue, it stretched to the front door, he was practically in the line already! But gojo just sighed trying not to cause a conflict "get the coffee, get out, get home.." He muttered the phase under his breath as he contemplated if it was worth it.

Gojo was quite tall but his slouched stature didn't hide him from the leering eyes of the patrons, he was handsome but hiding his face behind the thick rim of his glasses and over grown white bangs — if he wasn't so nerdy he could've hoped to get a partner by this point, that's what he tells himself atleast.

It was finally gojos turn to order, a sweet coffee with alot of cream. Just as he liked it — yes it might cause him cavities but he insists he needs the sugar for energy, after all studying all night for a test is exhausting. "Thanks, keep the change." Gojo smiled softly at the cashier as he handed her the cash, maybe after this he go catch up on sleeping but he doubts the coffee will do him any favor with the cafeine and sugar.

Gojos order was done quickly, the barista calling out his name and with a swift motion he left the cafe, already breathing better while not in the crowded space. Until his phone rang, suguru. His life long friend — suguru wasn't a neuroscience student, a drop-out but he made money by tattooing people. His business was good and popular among alternative people, suguru even tried suggesting to satoru if he doesn't want a piercing or a tattoo but satoru always refused.

"Heey, suguru what's up." Gojo answered the call while taking a sip from his cup, loving the sweetness already "satoru can you come to the shop today?" Suguru replied with a concerned voice, the buzz of the tattoo guns could be heard through the phone "what why, did something happen? Did someone steal your equipment again?" Gojo deadpanted already walking towards the tattoo shop with quick steps.

Suguru explained during the phone call that he needed someone to interview a new employee for him but as it turned out the interview and a customer's schedule overlapped, so he needed satoru to interview them for him. Gojo did this quite often, asking questions but always too skeptical about any of the candidates, he didn't trust them.

"Suguru?" Gojo called out as the smell of ink hit his nose, the soft buzzing of the tattoo guns now more prominent as he walked towards sugurus station. Sugurus shop had multiple rooms, some private and one public where people from the street could see inside the shop. Suguru was touching up a guy's tattoo on his wrists and face. It almost looked like the guy was meditating but still gojo cringed at how it must hurt to get your forehead tattooed. "Suguru. I'm here, now where are they?" Gojo rested his hands in his slacks pockets, trying to look chill and cool infront of the other customers — even tho they didn't care one bit.

Geto didn't look up at satoru trying to concentrate "they should arrive in 3 minutes or so, you'll interview them in the private room, they want to be a piercer so they'll show you how they pierce. But I'll have to see it for myself just so they don't choke up." Suguru grinned as he heard the guy he was tattooing chuckle deeply, he seen it all after all. Gojo just huffed taking a sip from his coffee as he walked to the private room, sitting on the provided chair.

The room was clean, sterile. He was used to the look from the collage practice rooms but it still had a charm, posters of bands on the wall with street art. It didn't even have the smell of rubbing alcohol which was surprising.

The sound of the doorknob turning could be heard like a taunt for gojo, if they saw him would they think he's a customer "Oh hello, I thought I would be interviewed here. Sorry to interrupt." You came in, apologizing as you hurriedly tried to close the door but gojos hand stopped you, towering over you. "You're fine, I am interviewing you. Geto couldn't since he's backed up with clients so he asked me." You looked at him with a critical glint in your eyes, he could see it. But it vanished as fast as it appeared, replaced with a smile.

"Alright let's get to it!" With a smile you sat down across from gojo, it was infectious how positive you were almost making him Crack a smile. "You yourself have piercings. What do you know about them?" He asked flipping through your application information, as if he needed to decide. "Well, I had these since I was 17 so about 7 years. I know how to pierce, I worked at multiple piercing saloons.." the conversation stretched on, gojo almost felt enthralled by you. The soft look I'm your eyes as you answered all of his questions, it was so different from anyone he interviewed before.

"You also know the needed anatomy for these, is that right? We wouldn't want someone to get a piercing and then complain it fell out and scarred." Satoru chuckled but judging by your expression he guessed you didn't find it funny "of course I know the correct anatomy, looking at you — you couldn't get a nose bridge piercing. Judging by the blood vessels." You smirked back, like a slight jab at him for insinuating you didn't know your anatomy.

"Aha..ha.." satoru laughed awkwardly, rubbing the bridge of his nose subconsciously as he read over the next requirement. The actual piercing.

"Well, you seem adequate. Me and suguru will need to see you pierce in real time, I'll go call him." Satoru stood up, leaving you alone in the piercer studio. The walls were intriguing you, maybe if you do get the job this will be your 'office'

The door opened once more seeing suguru taking off his blue rubber gloves and throwing them into the bin "Hi, im Suguru. The owner, now could you please show us how you pierce on fake and then real skin." He reassured you that the person being pierced will be suguru himself but something in satoru clenched — feeling left out, the only thing he could think of was being comedic.

"Heyy, what if you give me my first piercing. A lobotomy!" Satoru laughed, you stared, suguru looked at him with wide eyes and a look that said 'what the fuck' but as satoru started to cuss himself out and thinking of the nearest exit to run out of. You actually laughed at his stupid joke.

Satoru felt as if he will throw up. He actually might.

"Anyways — the fake skin is here, you will pierce my tongue so you'll show us your technique first on the fake skin." Suguru said as he slid you the fake mouth, forceps and the needle with jewelry — a simple silver barbell.

You pierced the fake skin with ease, smiling at the two men. Just your typical interview but satoru felt something in his stomach brewing. Something akin to jealousy.

"Alright, your technique is flawless. Now for the real deal." Suguru sat down, lulling his tongue out waiting for you to do your future job.

Clamping down his pink tongue with forceps you carefully inserted the needle into his tongue. After you took the needle out you inserted the barbell. Suguru showed you a thumbs up and smiled. Nothing more nothing less.

But satoru saw this interaction differently, you both looking deeply into eachothers eyes as you clamped down onto sugurus neck. The labored breathing.. IT WAS LIKE SOMETHING STRAIGHT OUT OF AN ADULT MAGAZINE!!

But satoru couldn't make a scene, just took a deep breath and grinned. Getting an idea. "Can I get one?"

.

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"Huh" you and suguru said, dumbfounded as the seemingly nerdy looking, goody-two-shoes and never missed an exam or a deadline — requested a tongue piercing. Suguru bit his cheek as if he wanted to laugh, but tried to hold it in not for his own dignity but for his friends.

"Uh, you sure. I mean I'm down but I need you to realize if you really want this." You said holding the forceps in one hand and gesticulating with the other

Satoru didn't know what he was thinking, he was now sitting in the piercer chair — gripping onto the arm rest with his whole might. As he struggled to keep his tongue out, shivering the whole time. "Give Me a minute!" He said. For the 4th time.

Suguru got irritated at his whining everytime the forceps clamped down onto his tongue. Yelping at the cold metal and pulling away. So suguru held satorus shoulders still "the more you cause a scene the longer it will take, you wanted a piercing isn't that right?" Suguru smiled, that sadistic smile.

Satoru tried, lulling out his tongue and feeling the now warm metal clamp down. Closing his eyes tightly, feeling the needle pierce through the muscle and. It was painfull but after the barbell was inserted it wasn't that bad "the swelling is the hard part." You said wiping down the forceps with alcohol wipes and throwing away the needle.

"I think now it's a good time to say, you are hired." Suguru said shaking your hand as you smiled again, looking back at satoru who was looking at his tongue in the mirror. "Oh my, thank you!"

—

After 3 months of working for suguru and becoming a staple at the salon satoru seemed to favor the place to hang out more often. Pestering suguru and you with his sweet coffee and comics about bad superheros.

"No, no you don't get it! He's like superman BUT BAD!" You stared, at satoru with your own magazine in hand as suguru tatted a teen "is this like, one of your new interests, wasn't it Digimon last week?" Satoru scrunched his nose the glasses on the bridge of his nose becoming crooked. "I still like Digimon, just a new interest." He said leaning on the wall "right."

—

"Awh but..PLEAHSEE" the teen begged his mom for a piercing as you actually explained what "angel fangs" are, not some cute angel earings like the mother thought. "Wow, some kids are real brats." Satoru deadpanted looking at how the teen and the mom argued as they exited the salon "you literally whined that the metal was cold." Suguru said sipping on his tea "THAT WAS DIFFRENT!"

—

"Soo uhh, wanna go on a date?" You said, asking satoru as he layed on the empty leather couch "huh" you smiled awkwardly, repeating your question. But satoru just light up like a Christmas tree "HELL YES?!" calming down a bit he coughed into his fist, fixing his hair and glasses looking more nonchalant. "That would be great."

—

You knew satoru for 2 years now, 5 of those months you were dating and both of you couldn't be happier.

"Baabe?" Satoru sang your petname through the empty halls of your apartment. Walls adorened with your favorite band posters and satorus video game posters. Two worlds merging into one.

You peeked your head around the corner to see satoru barely holding himself up, as soon as he was near you he collapsed his whole weight onto you with a huff "I'm boored, have anything on your mind to do?" He asked laying his head on your shoulder as he slumps further down, now his knees on the ground as he hugged your waist.

"Uh, we could play the new game i installed but it's a dress up game." Satoru looked up at you with those crystal blue eyes and grinned "don't worry, I'm a fashion diva." Satoru flipped his hair in a dramatic manner. Surely, a diva.

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[voidkinnie]

“older!char x sweet and younger!reader🥺💖🎀”

oh my god can you come up with something different for once😭🙏

[voidkinnie]

Genuine question, does anyone of you read x reader fics when the author tags it as an x reader but uses their own oc/description of reader? (I wanna know cuz I always try make reader ambiguous to race, gender n appearance. And what people think abt it)

Also tagging this with the smut tag cuz I want a bigger reach. Don't come for me 😇

[voidkinnie]

۶ৎ.˚ Lost in paradise

How do they react to reader gifting them something they hand-made —

Tags: established relationship, no use of y/n, fluff

Pairings: ── satoru gojo x reader, cult leader!suguru geto x reader, toji fushiguro x readerˎˊ˗

A/n: i just finished watching JJK so, prepare for that for the next week or so – LMAO also new theme how do we like it??

"Oh?" Gojo said while running his fingers through the felt plushies face, the rough texture of the plushies face surprised him but it wasn't unpleasant "you made this for me? Aw so cute." He teased poking the plushies cheeks as it looked back at him with piercing blue eyes, like his own.

"Yeah, to boost your big ego I had to make you a plushie that looks like yourself." You shrugged while sewing the next plushie that looked like yourself, not caring what he was going to do next with the doll. But you were proven wrong when you picked up your head and saw him twirling around with the plushie — holding the plushies tiny hands with his own slender finger tips.

"I think it's cute you thought of me when making this." He said while making kissing sounds as the plushie 'kissed' your cheeks — he just tapped the plushie against your face to distract you and give him your attention.

"Don't worry when I'm done with this one you can make them kiss." As you sewed on the last bead eye and handed him the other plushie, but gojo just pouted "why can't the real ones kiss?" He whined while holding the two plushies in his hands, but you just rolled your eyes as you packed up the sewing equipment.

"Heyy — don't leave me hanging!" Gojo said while walking behind you like your shadow, commenting how you should've give the doll a blindfold or sunglasses like his own. "It doesn't have six-eyes like you do." You replied opening your dorm room with your back as it was unlocked prior to gifting gojo his plushies "Maan why did you have to make me boring then, plushie‐gojo would look waaay better with some sick sunglasses." He whined, egging you on to make some for him and his little accomplice "fine. Look now you match." You snickered as you wrapped some black tape along the plushies face, to resemble how gojo looks now. "Hey not what I asked for." He said while slowly peeling away the tape, trying not to damage the plushie — God it was cute.

"Saturu you should just be happy I gave you something, it was either this or some cheap chocolate." Deadpanting as gojo let the tape He unfolded drop to the floor "okay, okay relax. I'm going to keep it safe Here in my pocket." He patted his pocket with a smile.

"a glass wind chime?" Geto said while holding the wind chime to his face, the bead ball playing a tune as it softly clinked against the colored glass. "Yeah, I found this whind chime in this one store but it wasn't that pretty." You explained while he looked at you with an adoring smile "so I changed the bead, changed the paper and painted the glass part. I hope you like it." Geto just smiled softly while looking at the fragile, priceless gift.

"I will hang it at our porch. So we can admire it together." Geto smiled as he softly held the wind chime in his palm. Wind chimes are supposed to protect the house and protect the people living in it from evil spirits and getos cursed technique being eating curses spirits it felt like a fresh breath of air — Not having to eat an another dirty rag. Atleast here in your home he felt at ease.

Suguru looked at the windchime as it swayed in the spring wind, as he waited for as he called them "monkeys" with a soft smile that hid more sinister ideas. But you decided to spoil his alone time as you walked up from behind him and looked at the wind chime too "its quite relaxing." You said softly while looking up and he looked at you, admiring your beauty — your features, hair and expression everything about you made him love you more than ever "it sure is." He said still looking at you and not talking about the windchime.

You noticed his blatant flirting as he closed his eyes with a tilt of his head, smiling at your blushing face "suguru.. cut it out." But he just chuckled not minding your bashful expression "sorry dear, its so mesmerizing to see you blush." As suguru said this he looked back at the windchime now standing still as the wind subsided "Ah, they are here. I shall meet them love — go wait for me at our room will you dear?" He smiled as he walked towards the rich business men with a tight lipped smile, different from one he gave you.

After the meeting that ended, you sat in your shared room reading a book with an opened window — hearing your windchime sing throughout the evening. Suguru entered the room while panting and wiping something off of his cheek "love, let's go walk around the premises." He said sweetly while climbing over to you on the bed "What's gotten into you suguru?" You asked with a raised eyebrow with your significant soft smile "nothing in particular, just want you hear the windchime as we walk around. Hand in hand and enjoying our presence."

"What's this." He comments on a bracelet you made, beads shining on the table as the sunlight hit them. The beads were dark blue, complimented his usual attire "for good luck, maybe if you wear it you can win the next lottery." As you said this his eyebrows furrowed and you swear a blood vessel appeared for a split second.

You let it go, wanting toji to decide to wear it or not — being his choice for once. You came back to your living room with a pleases smile as he was toying with the individual beads to ease his itching feeling to do something impulsive. "Hey, we're the beads — worth something." Toji asked with a quizzical expression while looking at the shiny piece of acrylic "not particularly, just about 600 yen, Why?" He smirked while taking off the bracelet and dangling it in his fingers "what if I sell it?" With a teasing voice he gripped the bracelet and looked at it again "probably not, it now has sentimental value and no one would want to buy it." You felt a pout appearing on your lips at his teasing, thinking he liked the gift so you glared at him "toji. Don't you dare sell it, I won't make you an another one."

Toji after your threat made a thinking expression — finger on his chin while looking up, like he gave a shit "Don't worry, if it's supposed to give me good luck then I'll wear it." Tojis smirk appeared again but not looking back at you as he stretched the bracelets elastic onto his wrist.

The next time toji went betting on some weird lottery, either horses or numbers he expected not to win but this time he won. The random number he chose actually won — he didn't chose based on statistic of wins or the horses genes, but he chose because of the number of beads on the bracelet. 37. And it actually was one of the winning numbers.

"You gotta make me more of those bracelets." Toji said while bursting into your shared apartment as you stood behind the counter stirring your tea "huh? More bracelets — did you win." Your gaze widened as toji threw on the counter a wad of cash approximately 79 951¥ and you felt your eyes tear up, maybe this time you could afford rent and toji wouldn't have to go out to kill targets or jujutsu sorcerers.

"It's all because of your bracelet baby. You made me win — its the best gift ever, thanks babe." He said while walking towards you and kissing your temple, the bracelet never leaving his wrist afterwards.

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[voidkinnie]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCARA!!

Just a drabble for pookie C:

"What's this." Scara asked eyeing the felt puppet in his hands "are you making fun of me?" He deadpanted while rubbing his fingers on the material, surely this was some sort of joke. Giving a doll to a puppet, please don't make him laugh this is insulting. Imagine giving the shogun a puppet, she wouldn't like that and would strike you down with her Musou no Hitotachi. "Don't be picky, it's hand made!" You retorted back quickly with a jab at this mean attitude "I mean, I can take it back if you want? Give you mora instead." You replied while reaching for the felt doll with a pitiful expression.

But scara turned, shielding the puppet in his grasp "no, fuck off it's mine." He hissed like a pissed off cat, grasping the doll tightly. Already forming a bond with such "meaningless" thing.

"Aw, so you DO like it." You teased while poking his arm. It was unusual for scara to feel so attached to a piece of fabric, but something about a doll someone made and not him brought him comfort — you thought about him while making it. And that's the greatest gift he could've gotten, sure he won't admit it but he grew a soft spot for you.

"Thanks." He said softly while caressing the felt dolls cheeks, the doll he kept under his hat has a new companion now and in some way it symbolizes that he will never forget his current and past self and all the people he encountered even if it means losing them to old age, death, or simply just drifting away. He will always remember them so their souls and names live on.

<3 HAPPEY BIRTHDAY 😋😋😋😊😊

[voidkinnie]

Hi!

I was thinking about Childe or Diluc, but different version.

Marriage with them. What would it be like? Are they red flags or green flags?

That sounds interesting.

Im just obsessed with tartaglia and diluc. Need something to read. And your writing style is just perfect.

Thank you, have a good day!

<3

I want you to rip me apart

vampire diluc & fallen angel childe x reader

TW/ biting (diluc), blood, obsessive behavior, religious themes

You were dilucs first obsession in years, as a vampire that resided in mondstat and under many names lived lives, you were the first to catch his eye.

Sure, he was desired by many women. Young women that became old as time passed and they wonder how diluc had his youthfull look after 70 years.

You were a tea salesperson, traveling all across nations to smell the best quality tea that would make the liyue vendors seethe with rage.

So it was no suprise that he saw you entering mondstat in the death of night, with boxes full of tea and tea accessories.

He always knew what was happening in mondstat, since he wanders in night and works in a bar, drunkards speak vile things but sometimes too informative for their own good.

So when the new pretty sales person appeared and started presenting the cute tea sets to women, teas with healing properties to old folks and teas that helped with hangovers to the local drunks they were sure to grow a business here.

You had a stand across from flora and her flower stand, daily commenting how the flowers bloomed nicely and that some of the flowers had healing properties. you could say you were a 'healer' but it was mostly just apothecary and knowing what herbs have healing properties and what kind taste good.

Diluc became a daily customer, since he isn't a fan of alcohol the tea stall was a nice change of pace. Sometimes complimenting the clothes you had and how he himself saw a rose buds with the same color as your lips.

..why did he say that??

Green flags:

Once he asked you out on a date, just a simple walk to a flower medow for a picnic. Asked alot of question about each flower, if it had healing affects or if it was poisonous if ingested.

He's really pale and sometimes carries around a parasol to shield him from the scorching sun, the excuse being he always gets sunburns and it's a pain to heal after. So you recommend a cream made from lakelight lily's, since the flower mostly growns near water and has soothing/cooling effect.

Bought books about flowers and local flora to make a bouquet for you.

If you decide to go on another date, maybe a restaurant he'll order a steak. Blue Rare. You questioned him since not alot of people liked their steaks cooked that way. He responded that his dad cooked it for him when he was a teen and he grew accustomed to the taste.

Requested a commision from albedo to draw you a portrait of your favorite flower.

Sharp fangs to the point he cut his lips sometime.

He's a gentle lover. Preferring long walks at night than day, liking the silence you two share as you drink tea and read books.

Loves the subtle touches you two share, either the soft caresses of your fingers to hugging each other as you sleep.

Red flags:

He didn't tell you he was a vampire.

You found out when you were coming back from your trip from chenyu vale. He was bent over a woman's body, bloody chin and red eyes that pierced through the darkness.

Something in you frozen maybe it was the blood he oh so wanted.

He did reassure you that he doesent need to feed always but sometimes he needs to "stock up" on human blood.

Sometimes licks your neck when you are asleep, wanting a little taste of what you have to offer.

You told him if he doesent stop licking your pulse you will add garlic to his next batch of tea. And he won't know which one it will be.

It did deter him for some time but he started to place kisses on your wrists, it was a cute gesture at first. Until he started measuring your pulse.

Tartaglia was a sinner. He knew that much.

So that's why he resided at the old church, abandoned by the residents when they saw an angel fall from the sky, back feathers plucking away as he fell farther and farther away from heaven.

He just prays that someday, someone or something will brighten up these days of sorrow.

But he couldn't be more happy when a curios explorer from the big city came to the abandoned town. They had a camera, maybe a newspaper writer or just a photographer.

You treaded carefully, not to disturb the old building. Carefully stepping on the cracked tiles, the windows somehow still colorful but broken.

That's when you saw a person standing by the organ, watching you with quiet intention. You were frightened but decided to fotograph the musical instrument only for the photo to reveal a... Beautiful being.

The freckles adored his features, the ginger hair fiery as the stained glass. Eyes that followed your every step and somehow being so ominous, you felt safe.

And for the first time tartaglia felt as if he found the love of his life he was never meant to found. He sinned. He was supposed to suffer. To pay the debt he caused in heaven.

But somehow the burn in his chest was pleasant, smiling slightly at the photographer. The voice hoarse from being quiet some decades "what a pretty human."

Red flags:

He does stare alot, watching every single movement you make.

Doesent let you touch him, his body is very sacred to him even tho he fell. It feels like you are ripping his new organs out of his body. So he screams, sometimes not showing up to you after a week he feels better again. (Poor guy :C)

He does follow you everywhere tho, watching everyone stare in shock at the tall, pale being that has wide eyes that judge everyone.

Does hang out on cemeteries, he says it makes him calm to be with the souls of those who passed.

You call him your guardian angel but he does get offended at that, saying that he was a Power (warrior).

Green flags:

Asks alot, mostly about things he doesent understand himself. Mainly the gadget you use to take the colorful picture.

Wants you to take pictures of him, but they somehow always become distorted or just creepy.

He doesent wanna admit it but he is your guardian angel to a degree.

He loves to cook. You showed him how to turn on the stove and he didn't move from it until the sun set. Sure the food can look, peculiar — please praise him that it's good.

He gets oh so sad when you have to leave somewhere where he can't follow you. So he just sits and waits. Like he did all those years ago.

Sometimes when you get back home you hear the sounds of trumpets, organs a whole orchestra. But when you open the front door it's just him looking at the radio and tuning the sound waves with his hands.

He does act like a sly fox once he gets comfortable, draping his body over yours as a weighted blanket.

He walks around shirtless cuz he has phantom wings, it looks like a back tattoo now but he still feels his wings.

He's too gentlemen like. Always asking if he can kiss your palm BUT HE DOESENT DARE to ask for a kiss on the cheek. But if you kiss him he'll melt and turn giddy.

He doesent tell you his real name cuz you'll "explode" he can't physically tell you, it's a name that's too hard to pronounce and he says something about ascension bla bla bla.

[voidkinnie]

As someone who just finished Sundays quest and saw this art, I couldn't just let it be. Oh no i decided to "make it into a full picture" just to what my abilities let me (no spoilers just a picture)

My rendition:

Original

[voidkinnie]

Oh hes 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, like ik this guy is the type of character that likes himself too much. Penacony bringing in the crazy, insane characters ❗️❗️

[voidkinnie]

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