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Photos from the time my husband and I explored a beach, and found out the only way onto the pier was to climb over a dangerous fence. We decided we weren't feeling that adventurous.
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chugging thru a gunwook oneshot like it’s nobody’s business, should be done sunday/mondayish 😄 thinking it’ll be around 12k? we shall see
#cinna.txt#it’s very slice of life#very cute#very shoujo manga#i think i made yn kinda interesting this time around too#after this i’ll probably succumb to a soulmate au#it’s been too long#it’ll probably be for hanbin#maybe taerae but most likely hanbin#my bad
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OMGG I JUST GOT RESULTS WITHOUT BEATING MYSELF UP WITH ROUTINES 😭 + RANT ✨
HEYY LUVS! I JUST WANNA SHARE MY RESULTS I MANIFESTED WITHIN 2-3 DAYS! THIS YEAR'S GONNA BE MY BEST YEAR Y'ALL ✋AND GUESS WHAT I DID? NOTHING. LITERALLY NOTHING. NUH-UH. PERIODT.
⚠ LONG POST AHEAD, SWEARING ⚠
WHAT I MANIFESTED:
🪄 PASSING MY FRESHMAN YEAR WITH HIGH SCORES
🪄 MY FAMILY BOUGHT A NEW APARTMENT WHICH WERE PREPARING TO MOVE IN 3 WEEKS
🪄 ME GETTING INTO THE VOID STATE 😭 AND MANIFESTED CLEAR SKIN! (DAYUM GETTING INTO THE VOID IS DEFO VERY EASY OMGG)
🪄 GETTING LESS ANXIOUS LATELY!
🪄 MY GASTRITIS AND ULCERITIS GETTING CURED
🪄 GETTING MORE COMPLIMENTS IN MY UNI!
🪄 GETTING TALLER! I WENT FROM 5'3" TO 5'7" IN 2 DAYS 😭😭
🪄 GETTING DREAMS OF ME SHIFTING TO MY WR 🥺 (ACTUALLY RESPAWNING LOL, AS THIS THING IS REALLY CONTROVERSIAL IN HERE, PLEASE DON'T GET ME CANCELLED- I'M DOING DEATHLESS RESPAWNING ✋)
🪄 MY MIND IS SURPRISINGLY CALM 😌 THERE'S STILL INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS THO (THOSE ARE ANNOYING ASS BITCHES) BUT I JUST IGNORE EM LIKE I IGNORE PEOPLE AT SCHOOL 🗿
🪄 GOT MANY CONFESSIONS TOO 😭 AND I REJECTED EM ALL, CUS I JUST WANT TO BE SINGLE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE ✋🗿 JK
🪄 GETTING COOL CLOTHES THAT MY MOM DENIED A LOTTA TIMES! (ACTUALLY I'VE ORDERED EM BUT STILL HAVEN'T SHIPPED TO MY ADDRESS YET LOL)
🪄 MY CRUSH BECOMING CLOSE TO ME HEHE 🤭 LIKE SHE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ME MUCH, BUT LATELY SHE'S BEEN TOO CLOSE TO ME AND ALWAYS WANNA BE WITH ME LOL, 3 DAYS BACK SHE AND I WALKED HOME TOGETHER, WHILE WE GRABBED SOME SNACKS, SPOKE ABT EACH OTHER AND ALL (I FELT LIKE BEING IN A SHOUJO MANGA 😩)
🪄 A NEW PHONE! THAT SAMSUNG GALAXY S22 😩
I MANIFESTED EVERYTHING WITHIN 3 DAYS 😭 I REALLY CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES, JUST. 3. FUCKING. DAYS. GODDAMMIT.
HOW I DID IT:
JUST FULFILLED IT IN MY IMAGINATION
YEP, YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT. I LIVED IN THE 4D REALITY, I NEVER GAVE A SHIT ABOUT THE 3D AT ALL. OK LEMME BREAK IT DOWN FOR Y'ALL SO JUST PAY ATTENTION FROM HERE ONWARDS.
🪄 SUPPOSE SOMETHING UNDESIRABLE OR UNFAVORABLE CIRCUMSTANCES ARE HAPPENING IN YOUR 3D. WHO'S THE CAUSE FOR THAT? YOU. 'BUT I DIDN'T IMAGINE OR THINK OF THESE 😭' BABY, YOU'RE THE SOLE CAUSE, EFFECT, AND THE SOLUTION. THERE'S NO OTHER EXPLANATION TO THIS.
🪄 AS WE ALL KNOW, 3D IS A MIRROR. RIGHT? WHATEVER YOU THINK ABOUT, YOUR ASSUMPTIONS, YOUR THOUGHTS, YOUR FEELINGS, YOUR PERSPECTIVE EVERYTHING WILL BE REFLECTED. SO WHY NOT THINK THE WAY YOU WANT SO YOU CAN EXPERIENCE THE SAME? GET IT.
🪄 IF YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE 3D, CHANGE YOUR 4D FIRST. CHANGE YOUR PERSPECTIVE TO HOW YOUR DESIRED SELF WOULD SEE THE WORLD. KEEP DWELLING IN IT. IF THE 3D SHOWS UNFAVORABLE CIRCUMSTANCES, DON'T FUCKING GET TRIGGERED. GO BACK TO YOUR IMAGINATION AND DENY YOUR SENSES.
🪄 EVERYTIME YOU SEE SOMETHING ELSE IN THE 3D, GO 'BRUHH THIS IS MY OLD STORY, I ALREADY HAVE WHAT I WANT, THIS IS JUST FAKE' AND MOVE ON. DISTRACT YOURSELF. CUS THE 3D WORLD WHICH YOU SEE IS AN ILLUSION, IT'S NOT REAL. IT'S YOUR CREATION, WHY WOULD YOU TRY TO CONTROL WHAT YOU CREATED? IT'S ALREADY IN CONTROL. YOU ONLY GOTTA REALISE YOUR GODSELF. YOU ARE THE CREATOR, NOT THE CREATION. STOP FUCKING VICTIMIZING YOURSELF.
🪄 I GET IT THAT MOST OF THE PEOPLE ARE CONFUSED BETWEEN LAW OF ASSUMPTION AND NON DUALISM. EVEN I WAS, BUT SLOWLY I REALISED THAT WE'RE ALL NOTHING. WE'RE JUST LIVING IN OUR OWN CREATIONS. VICTIMIZING OURSELVES IN OUR OWN CREATIONS. IRONIC RIGHT?
🪄 THOSE THOUGHTS, ANXIETY, FEELINGS, EMOTIONS ARE ALL IN YOUR PHYSICAL REALM. YOUR MIND, YOUR BODY, YOUR EGO EVERYTHING IS NO REAL, WE ASSUME IT TO BE. WE'RE ARE SHAPELESS, FORMLESS, WE'RE NOTHING! AND EVERYTHING AT THE SAME TIME. CUS EVERYTHING COMES DOWN TO ONE THING, I AM.
🪄 K Y'ALL MIGHT BE SUPER CONFUSED, WHAT I'M TRYNA INFUSE IN YOUR BRAINS. SO WHAT YOU DO IS, LIVE IN YOUR 4D.HOW? IMAGINATION. NO MATTER WHAT YOU SEE IN YOUR 3D, GO BACK TO YOUR IMAGINATION, AFFIRM OR VISUALISE. ANYTHING IS FINE BTW. JUST STAY IN THE STATE OF WISH FULFILLED.
🪄 STOP RELYING ON METHODS, FUCK THEM. JUST BE. DON'T TRY TO CHANGE SOMETHING WHEN YOU ALREADY HAVE THEM. JUST STOP, SURRENDER, STOP FIGHTING, STOP TRYING SO HARD WHEN YOUR ALREADY IT. SO GO LIVE IN YOUR IMAGINATION, FULLY SURRENDER. DO THINGS WHICH YOU LIKE. GO LIVE YOUR LIFE. TAKE YOUR POWER BACK.
LIKE AREN'T YOU TIRED? TRAPPED IN YOUR OWN CREATIONS? YOU CREATED THEM, YOU HAVE THE POWER TO CHANGE WHATEVER. TELL ME HOW LONG ARE YOU GONNA LIVE THIS BULLSHIT LIFE? YOU'RE REALLY GETTING COMFORTABLE BEING UNCOMFORTABLE. SO LISTEN UP, DO WHAT YOU LOVE, AFFIRM, VISUALISE, OR DAYDREAM, ZONE OUT, WHATEVER. ALL I DID WAS DO THIS MEDITATION IN THE MORNING, WENT ABOUT MY DAY WATCHING JUJUTSU KAISEN LMAO. THEN RANDOMLY AFFIRM, LIVED IN MY 4D, NEVER PAYED ANY FUCKING ATTENTION TO MY 3D, CUS I'M GOD. I REALLY LOVE VISUALISING, SO I PUT ON A SONG AND START DAYDREAMING IN MY ROOM SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT. ALSO, I DID SATS BEFORE GOING TO BED. THAT'S IT. THAT'S ALL I DID FOR 3 FUCKING DAYS, AND GOT WHAT EVER I WANT. ALSO I MADE A CUSTOM TAPE TOO (IT'S A GENERAL SELF CONCEPT ONE) I LISTENED TO IT FOR 30 MINS AND JUST WENT ABOUT MY DAY THINKING I HAD WHATEVER I FUCKING DESIRE, CUS IT'S ALL MY CREATIONS AND I HAVE IT ALREADY. THERE'S NOTHING TO GET, IT'S ALREADY IN ME.
LUV YOU, BYE 💋
#non dualism#law of assumption#neville goddard#reality shifting#affirmdaily#dream life#frequency#loa success#manifestations#manifestyourreality#scripting#3roe#self concept#higher self#consciousness#Spotify
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❝HIS HEART IS ALL YOURS❞
🏐 genre: fluff ~
✒️ word count: 1,198
💭 summary: it had never dawned on you that the great king of the court, tooru oikawa, would ever have a crush on you: a mere background character in the greater scheme of things. if only you knew just how much he adored you–maybe then you'd realize you're more than a side character in the plot of your (and his) life.
💗 special mention: @moonswolfie for requesting this on my @kairiscorner acc !!
🍧 request: "Beg and you shall recieve, make oikawa fall for the nerd girl😈😈😈"
the concept of being in a relationship was foreign to you. you had never really had a proper relationship with anybody in regards to romance; it was like all and every thought of romance was something you never truly experienced, if you didn't count otome games and dating sims that you always pored over, spent all your time playing and devoting your allowances to new costumes and dialogues from your favorite love interests that made you feel pretty, wanted, and loved.
you never really stood out to anybody, that much you believed was true. you found it hard to see anybody liking you, who avidly wore anime shirts and collected expensive figurines and hung up posters of your favorite game series, cartoons, animes, movies, and shows all over your room. and you don't even wanna bring up the fact that you casually play rpgs whenever you can, wearing the cutest set of headphones that made you stand out in... a rather awkward way–a way you just wish you never got attention from, through stares and stifled chuckles of amusement from others.
you did all you could to ignore the stares, the laughter, the snide comments from girls who thought they were better than you–and you had grown quite used to being alone, to finding solace in games and the internet. and though it wasn't healthy, this was a place you called home; and those characters on your screen that always smiled whenever you chose a good interaction choice, whenever you held them in the right places, they made you feel happy.
but there was another boy who wanted to make you feel happy, a boy who appeared and acted like he came right out of a fairy tale; the male lead in a shoujo manga you never thought you'd live out to be female lead in.
tooru oikawa–the great king of the court, the boy every girl in your year had the hots for. you never really paid that much attention to him because, of course, why would you waste your valuable time and energy on a boy you never knew well, nor would even take an interest in you?
sure, he was your classmate and occasional partner for activities and group works, but his personality always seemed so fake. you knew he was acting like a kind of host boy in a host club, and though you knew guys like that were totally your type, you always kept your guard up around him.
it wasn't like he was going to hurt you, anyway, he was too gallant for that, it seemed. the way a boy like this would only hurt you would be through getting your hopes up that he'd ever like you, and ultimately thank you for being a mere fan and forget your name, maybe laugh about your silly headphones and the way your eyes shone whenever your favorite character called you cute in a dating sim.
but... it was these very qualities that drew oikawa to you.
oikawa had only known you existed for a few months now, since he saw you so often during class as his new seatmate. he knew you weren't anything like the girls that vied for his attention, and it felt like a breath of fresh air for him, not having someone breathe down his neck every few seconds at every little thing he does.
sure, you were a little messy sometimes, a little quiet, a little awkward–a little in your own head most of the time, but it was, in your own unique way, charming. oikawa would instinctively smile to himself whenever you'd get flustered at him asking you for a pencil while you were sneaking to play your otome games on your phone in class, and he'd feel a little proud of you whenever you'd recite in class.
he knew it was hard for you sometimes to show confidence, though he always encouraged you to stand up straight, "you look pretty when you hold your chin up high," he'd always say. of course, you'd sometimes side eye him, and it'd make him a little worried he said something wrong, but it's the fact that you keep oikawa on his toes about how he makes you feel around you that allures him to you even more.
from talking to you during class, he'd bring the conversations outside of class. of course, he'd always carry the conversation while you were trying to beat a really hard boss in your rpgs. he'd cheer you on while he had no idea what was going on–and even the rest of the third years were worried oikawa had some ulterior motives with you, but when they saw how different that usually plastic smile of his was whenever he'd look at you, talk to you, try to get closer with you... it was like there was something out of place there, that got replaced with something purer.
shocking, they know.
"alright, out with it." iwaizumi spat out, hitting oikawa lightly on the shoulder. oikawa looked at iwaizumi curiously. "out with what, iwa-chan?" "are you stupid? you know you can't make her a victim of your charms." when iwaizumi said that, he knew exactly who the her he was referring to was. it was you.
oikawa looked at iwaizumi all pouty, his eyebrows furrowed. "how low do you think of me? i'm not charming her for anything malicious..." "so you're admitting you are making her like you." "i-i never said that!" oikawa retorted, his face getting redder and hotter, his voice getting higher as he was on the brink of admitting the truth.
iwaizumi furrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips. "so why are you doing this, it's clear she has no interest in you." oikawa couldn't argue with iwaizumi's statement, it was true, you didn't look like you had fully trusted oikawa, and that hurt him to a degree nobody, not even he could bear.
"...because i like her. and i want her to trust me." oikawa muttered, looking away from iwaizumi. it was hard for him to admit, but there was no other way to express it without getting totally crushed by his own half truths and half lies. this was the whole, unadulterated truth–tooru oikawa, the great king of the court, liked you.
he liked the way you got flustered whenever your favorite character would say they love you, he liked the way you glared at him when you'd catch on to his flirting, he liked the way you were so knowledgeable on such nerdy things that... he had watched all your favorite movies and animes, and was planning to gift you merch this coming holiday season.
"...well, you have a lot of work to do to prove to her you like her." "no kidding..." oikawa replied with a sigh, at least his best friend supported his crush on you. he knew it might take a while, a very long while–maybe a whole lifetime to prove how much he loved you. but he'd prove it to you, somehow, and he won't ever stop until he shows his little nerdy girl just how much he's serious about her; how much he loves you.
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beating hearts promised to bared teeth — part one: “The God Finds A Familiar”
KITSUNE! GOJO x GOD! FEM READER; KAMISAMA HAJIMEMASHITA AU
When a kind stranger offers you his home because your gambling addict of a father can’t pay rent, you’re left in charge of a shrine - with a catch. Once you arrive at your new home, you learn a crucial fact that he conveniently left out. You’re the new god in charge, and his familiar, who now belongs to you, does not like you. What’s a new god to do, especially when she finds herself slowly falling for the fox spirit?
wc — 10k
tags — enemies to lovers, shoujo manga heroine type reader, Japanese mythology/yokai, age gap (1000 year old fox and high school girl), slowburn, cameo from Sukuna, Toji, and Nanami, cameo from original Kamisama Hajimemashita cast
part two — “The God Finds A Husband” (coming soon)
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If your stomach growls any louder, you’ll scare off the squirrels fighting over the end of a baguette loaf by the park bench you’re sitting on.
You’re currently in the middle of what others might describe as very hard times. To be honest, your very hard times have been going on for a while now - they just culminated at this specific moment. Regardless, these days are only temporary. You’ve promised yourself that one day, you’ll be able to smile from the bottom of your heart.
It’s just that it was easier said than done when you weren’t homeless. Your father has never been the most reliable of men. You had to take over the household finances by the time you were eight, so you’ve always been accustomed to his lack of responsibility, but today really solidified his status in your mind as an absolutely useless, no good man. It’s unfathomable cruelty to have left his only daughter with no money, no relatives, and no home.
You don’t want to call it cruel. For all of his faults, you still love your father. And it’s because you love him that you know this wasn’t a cruel act. Cruelty is intentional. It’s malicious. It comes from a desire to hurt. Your father has never wanted to hurt you. It’s just a byproduct of his gambling addiction. You’re collateral damage in his quest for the jackpot that would solve all his problems.
You double over in agony at the renewed complaints from your stomach. At least you’ve gone from scaring mere squirrels to scaring passersby. That’s an upgrade, right?
One woman clutches her purse closer as she walks past you as briskly as possible. You get it, you look bad.
But there’s no use being resentful. Your father has been barely one step above a deadbeat all your life. At the very least, you’re used to fending for yourself. Your stomach growls again, but you’re determined to ignore it. You need a plan of action. One step after another, you’ll make it out of these troublesome times.
Before you can start to plot, a loud cry for help catches your attention. It sounds like someone else is in even more dire straits than you are, which is saying a lot.
The squirrels have long since scattered, run off not by the scary noises coming from your famished stomach, but a pack of dogs. Somehow, a man has climbed several feet into the tree next to the trash can, and now perched precariously in its branches. Below him, curious dogs tilt their heads and give cautious barks.
“Aw, hello there, cuties,” you coo, rubbing behind their ears. They yip at you enthusiastically. One sets to chasing his own tail around the tree. They seem friendly enough, but you suppose one can’t help their phobias. A little regretfully, you chase them off.
“Go on now,” you tell the last one, leading him away. He whines, but does as you say. What a good boy.
“Thank you,” says the stranger stranded in the tree. He slides down the trunk, face slowly regaining color. “I owe you my life.”
“It was nothing!” You smile, but he won’t let you brush off your good deed.
“You’re a good kid,” he nods approvingly. “Gotta reward that. Is there anything you want?”
A home.
Not just the house you shared with your father, but somewhere warm to return to. A person who waits to see you safely inside the threshold.
But you know a stranger can’t give you that, so you shake your head and smile. “Really, it was nothing. You don’t owe me anything.”
As if he had heard your inner monologue, the stranger raises an eyebrow. “A home, hm? I might be able to help with that.”
Before you can react, he leans in and kisses your forehead. Where his lips touched your skin feels faintly warm and tingly, almost like the sensation of your leg going numb, before you recoil from him in shock.
He presses a map into your hand and tells you, “Go to this address. Tell them Yaga sent you, and you’ll be welcomed with open arms.”
With that, he runs off.
What a strange man.
Well, you’ve had a strange life, taking care of your hopeless father and all. Perhaps these things really did happen. It wasn’t so impossible for strangers to appear out of nowhere and reward you for good deeds. Maybe all the fairytales your father had read to you back when he hadn’t been so terrible were true.
Or maybe that was the wishful thinking of an optimistically delusional girl who needed somewhere to stay desperately.
The address is located on the outskirts of town. Pushing deeper into foliage and closer to forest than civilization, you find the location you had been sent to.
It’s a shrine.
A run-down shrine, of all places.
Are you on a comedy show? Should you start checking for cameras?
Against your will, you feel your eyes grow hot. That was a cruel trick to play. He had gotten your hopes up for nothing.
It’s not just your eyes. Your entire body starts to feel warm. The world around you erupts into blue flame. Heat licks at your shins as you scramble towards safety, closer to the center of the circle that has formed around you.
When the flames suddenly leap, as if they’ll consume the entire sky, you scream and drop to your knees, covering your head like it’s a bomb threat. Two childish voices ring in your head, as clear and crisp as bells.
Welcome home, Yaga-sama.
It’s a shrine. There’s only one logical conclusion.
This is a haunting.
There’s only one safe path out of the ring of fire, and it’s towards the building you’ve now concluded is the site of paranormal activity. Between being actively burned alive or facing spirits though, you know which one you’ll choose.
Your frantic fingers fumble over the latch on the shrine’s red doors as the fire inches closer and closer until you can feel its heat on your back. Finally, you throw open the doors and all but launch yourself inside. The heat recedes, but the voices do not.
“Back already, Yaga?” A male voice drawls. “I thought your pilgrimage would’ve taken longer. After leaving me to maintain the shrine by myself for sixty years -“
You shriek as an enormous, clawed hand comes down towards your face. Your eyes squeeze shut, waiting for the end.
“I’m not Yaga,” you wail, hoping it will save you.
“You have a lot of nerve?” The voice finishes, more uncertainly than before. When you deem it safe to open your eyes once more, what stands before is a young man dressed in all white. White hair and blue eyes make for a staring constraint, but his coloring isn’t what’s strange about him.
It’s his clawed hands and the equally white fox tail behind him.
“Megumi, Tsumiki,” he says authoritatively. “This isn’t Yaga.”
A shining ball of fire comes forward, speaking in the little girl’s voice you heard earlier. “That can’t be right! Look, she has the mark of the god on her forehead.”
You touch your forehead, remembering the warm tingly sensation you had felt when that man kissed you. Feeling slightly delirious, you start to laugh, only to grow alarmed when you find you can’t stop. You’re growing out of breath from your near hysterical laughing, tears streaming out of the corners of your eyes.
“Oh, great,” says the fox spirit. “She’s crazy.”
“She’s the one with the mark,” the other ball of fire, Megumi, says. “That means she’s the god whether you like it or not, Gojo.”
Tsumiki darts over to you, but halfway through her journey, she goes from fire to a little child just under 2 feet tall. She’s wearing a mask and plain blue yukata.
“We have to celebrate!” She claps her hands together in excitement. “Our god has finally returned!”
Gojo looks dismissively down on you. Your laughing fit is finally starting to die down, but he doesn’t seem impressed regardless. “What god? I won’t accept a little human girl as my master. She couldn’t handle the strength of a familiar like me.”
His condescension only makes you giggle harder. You can’t help it. Something about the fluffy fox ears protruding out of his head makes it hard to take him seriously.
“What strength?” You laugh in his face. “This shrine is so dilapidated, I doubt you’re anything special.”
Gojo looks away. “If she stays, I’m leaving. I won’t serve this kind of pathetic god.”
He disappears in a cloud of white smoke before Tsumiki can finish saying, “Don’t be like that!”
The will-o-wisp children introduce themselves to you as shrine spirits who look after the building. It takes a while, but by the time they kindly show you to the room where you’ll be staying, you can distinguish Tsumiki from Megumi by the differences in the masks they never take off.
Your room is simple and threadbare. The walls are paneled bamboo and the only furnishing is an old futon. Still, you’re grateful. It’s leagues better than sleeping in the woods, which is what you started this day fearing you would have to resort to. You’ve never been the type to complain, and you won’t start now, no matter how strange your life has gotten.
Fox spirits and will-o-wisp children don’t exist. They’re the stuff of myths. Maybe you’re just seeing things because you’re tired, you muse as you drift off to sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning after a nice, long rest. The events of today will feel so far away, and you’ll be able to start over.
Or maybe you’re dead already, and you’re wandering in the Netherworld. Perhaps the reason you can see spirits is because you’re currently residing in their land. Your entire body seizes up as you jolt yourself back to wakefulness.
“Kamisama,” Tsumiki has crept back into your room. “Are you alright?”
You tell her to call you by her name. Calling you god just doesn’t feel right.
Gently, she nestles down by your pillow and puts her cold little hands on your forehead. Rather than shocking to your senses, it feels pleasant. When you were a little girl and got sick, your father used to let you stay home from school. He’d pack a towel with ice cubes and place it on your overheated forehead, staying up with you all night just to chat. It’s a good memory.
“It’ll be alright,” Tsumiki tells you in her gentle voice. “You’ll see.”
For spirits that supposedly take care of the shrine, you have a suspicion that Tsumiki and Megumi are pushing their work onto you when they brief you on your chores the next morning. It turns out godhood is a lot less summoning storms and a lot more doing yard work.
Tsumiki insists that keeping the shrine pure is important for keeping evil spirits away. For some reason, that means cleaning. When you ask about calling lightning or summoning lions, Megumi laughs at you.
“That’s Getou-sama’s job,” he says. “Your specialty is marriage. Yaga was very good at tying peoples’ fates together. You will be, too.”
He has more faith than you do in that regard. When it comes to chores, however, you’re more certain of your abilities. Busy work keeps the absurdity of your situation from sinking in, and you’re good at running the household from years of dealing with your father. You’re grateful for something to do. If you think about the past day too hard, you might break down into shocked laughter and never get back up.
Besides, even if you don’t feel particularly ready to be a god, Tsumiki and Megumi are letting you stay in the shrine. You have to earn your keep. Soon, you settle into the process of cleaning, letting the methodical, rhythmic nature of your movements erase any doubts in your mind. You think of nothing but the cooling sensation of the water when you dip your rag into the bucket and the clean, woody scent of the shrine as you scrub the wood.
“Ooh,” Tsumiki says approvingly when she appears. “It looks better already! Can you do the lawn next?”
Plucking weeds is notably less soothing than cleaning. With no gloves, you’re careful to avoid hurting yourself as you tug on spiky vines and knotted twigs, but it’s no use. Eventually, you lose focus and a sharp sting graces your finger. Blood drips down your hand. You hiss in pain.
A hand with white claws instead of nails grabs your wrist. You yelp in shock as Gojo brings your finger to his mouth and laps at the blood. It stains his lips slightly red. He worries at the cut with his tongue, making your wound ache. You try to pull back, but he holds on.
To your amazement, the cut closes before your eyes. You’re just about to thank him when he ruins the moment.
“You really are useless,” he says. “You can’t even pluck grass?”
You yank your hand out of his grip as hard as you can, sending yourself tumbling back against the grass. You hate how it must make yourself seem even more human in his eyes, a weak, fragile thing.
“Give up,” he says, and it’s almost gentle, the way his claws graze your chin as he holds your face in one hand. “You’re not suited to be a god.”
You turn away, unwilling to let him see any more of your vulnerability. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“Suit yourself,” he says with a noise of annoyance. “Brats who run away from home aren’t my problem.”
“I didn’t run away!” You snap, whirling on him. “My dad was the one who ran! I don’t have anywhere else to go!”
But he’s gone.
At least Megumi and Tsumiki are nice to you. Megumi takes the bucket of weeds you deposit at the front door and whisks it somewhere out of your sight, while Tsumiki prepares a nice, hot bath for you. Exhausted, you collapse onto the bamboo floor spread eagle.
God, a voice murmurs in your head.
Not again. You don’t want any more spirits to deal with. When you raise your head, instead of another yokai, there’s an old woman standing in front of the shrine. Her head is bowed and her hands are clasped in prayer.
Please bless my daughter’s marriage so that she will enjoy a long and fruitful life with her partner.
Her voice is coming from some place inside your head. It resonates like a bell, ringing crisp and clear. You stretch out your hands wonderingly. You don’t look any different.
“You see?” Tsumiki says approvingly. “You’re a god.”’
But you don’t feel like one. You feel just like a normal person.
“A god needs a familiar.” You can’t see Megumi’s face behind his mask as he speaks, but you can imagine the solemn little boy he must be. “You need to bind Gojo to you.”
“How do I do that?”
“You have to kiss him.”
You wait for them to tell you they’re joking.
“What? I can’t kiss him! Is there-”
Megumi cuts in. “It’s just the traditional way to seal the contract. Don’t think too much of it.”
The fact that neither of them are bothered makes you feel like the ridiculous one for being off put by this, but you’re sure you’re not. Still, if you’re a god now, you have to put all of your mortal sensibilities aside. It’s like another culture, you tell yourself. Like how Europeans kiss each other on the cheek to say hello. Even if you can’t convince yourself, Megumi and Tsumiki are insistent.
You were so fired up just a second ago, but now your head is filled with doubts. If such a simple matter can sway you, are you really meant to be a god after all? Maybe Gojo is right. Maybe you should just leave.
“Please,” Tsumiki says. She looks distraught. “Don’t abandon us. Please don’t leave.”
Megumi doesn’t say anything, but his silence is enough.
“Okay,” you say, feeling defeated. “I’ll give it a shot.”
You’ve always been good at chores. If taming Gojo is just another part of your new job, it sounds like it's time to get serious.
“Take me to him.”
Megumi and Tsumiki balk.
“Right now?”
“Why not? The sooner I get it over with, the better, right?”
“He’s...indisposed at the moment,” Tsumiki says carefully.
“Indisposed? Is he sick?”
“Not quite,” Megumi says. He’s very expressive for a spirit. You can practically imagine him grimacing.
“Then it’s fine!”
You would soon come to regret your words.
Megumi and Tsumiki lead you out of the shrine. They show you where to find the path that can lead you to the land of spirits and demons. Your entire body rebels at the feeling of being in this other world, but at the same time, you feel at home here. The god and the girl that coexist inside of you are mutually repelled by and attracted to this place.
Even though you know Megumi and Tsumiki aren’t really children, or at least children in the way mortals think of them, you’re still concerned about letting them traipse around this dangerous place. However, they seem more used to this world than you are. That energy is better devoted to fending for yourself.
They lead you under bridges where the running water smells like flowers and women’s voices hiss in the babble of the current. Tree leaves rustle with hands that disappear into darkness. You follow them through dark alleyways lined with red paper blessings, and doorsteps encircled with salt. Eyes follow you, leaving your skin crawling.
You’re so focused on keeping your head down and staying out of danger that you almost don’t notice when they stop. You nearly run Megumi over.
“He’s inside here,” Tsumiki says.
Is it just you, or does she seem nervous?
The lanterns inside this establishment are turned down to a dimness that barely illuminates the corridors. Sweet smelling smoke writhes around your feet from some unknown source as you head deeper and deeper into the maze of hallways, following the pair of shrine spirits. You pass women wearing fox masks, dressed in luxurious kimonos. Their hair towers over their head in elaborate updos, held in place with beautiful pins inlaid with chartreuse and gold.
Megumi stops before a folding screen door. Like all things within this building, it’s beautiful. The silk screen is painted with images of flowers and more gruesome scenes as well, but somehow, it’s still breath-taking. A little like Gojo, in that regard.
You hear the voices of women behind the screen, flattering Gojo. The light of a single candle illuminates the dim room, imprinting his silhouette against it, as well as that of the two women with him. They’re draped over him, hands roaming his body as they purr their compliments. Your face burns with embarrassment.
“What are you doing?” Megumi demands of Gojo. “How can you parade around the red-light district like this? You’re the familiar of a god, not some common demon! If Yaga knew, it’d break his poor heart.”
Behind the screen, Gojo merely brushes him off. “Yaga’s been replaced by some little human worm. Why should I care what he thinks now?”
“What about the shrine? Don’t you care about that, at least?” Tsumiki's voice is thick with reproach.
“Now that you mention it, I don’t think I do,” he says. “Ha! You know what? Maybe I should thank that girl. Now that I’m free, I can do whatever I want.”
“Gojo-“
“I’ll can indulge in every little vice Yaga never allowed me to touch before. Who would want to be a familiar when I can have all of this?”
“Gojo, our god is here.”
“What?”
He leaps up and pushes the screen aside, coming face to face with you. He looks startled to see you, though you don’t see why he should care, since he so desires to lead a life of sin.
You look upon him with disgust. You might want a familiar, but you’re not so desperate you’d stoop as low as this. Gojo cares so little for anyone but himself. If you’re going to be a god, you’re going to do it right. You’ll pick a good familiar, one who will genuinely love the shrine as much as it deserves.
You turn and leave as he, half-clothed, frantically starts pulling on the outer layers of his kimono.
“Wait,” he calls after you. “Tsumiki! Megumi! Why would you bring her here?”
“She wanted to see you,” Megumi retorts.
“This isn’t the place for a human,” he says. “She’s going to get eaten!”
The faster Gojo follows you, the faster you run from him. By the time you’re out of what you’ve come to realize is a brothel, you’re sprinting. Your legs carry you right into someone else as your face slams against a broad, muscled chest.
“Oh,” says a voice above your head. “How pretty.”
A hand caresses your face. This spirit has tattoo marks across his face and body. More interestingly, he has multiple arms.
You’re frozen in place by fear as he brings his mouth closer and closer to your face. He’s close enough to kiss, but this is a spirit, which means he’s more likely to eat you.
“Be good for me now,” he purrs in your ear. “Fear makes flesh all the sweeter.”
Three of his six arms are consumed by fire. He pushes you away from him in favor of batting out the flame.
Gojo pulls you towards him, hiding you in the folds of his billowing kimono. You press your face against his shoulder, swallowing back the tears of fear from nearly being eaten. Somehow, he feels safe, even though he’s been nothing but antagonistic towards you. He feels almost protective as he shields your body with his, securing you under one arm.
“Scram,” he tells the other demon. “She’s mine, Sukuna.”
Sukuna rolls his pairs of eyes. “You weren’t with her when I caught her. She’s fair game.”
Fox fire flickers in Gojo’s hand. His white talons seem to elongate before your eyes.
“If you want to fight over her, then by all means,” he says with a dangerous smile. “But we both know I’d win.”
“Maybe later then,” Sukuna says, lazily as if Gojo isn’t threatening him. “Once I’ve eaten my fill.”
He stalks off into the night in search of more prey.
“This is why I told you to wait,” Gojo says, running his hand over his face. “You’re practically bait in this world. Come on, I’ll take you home.”
You nod, not trusting your voice, but he catches on anyways.
“Don’t cry,” he says, his face twisted in a grimace. “I won’t know what to do if you cry. Look, this is just your life now, okay? You’ll have to get used to it.”
On impulse, you press your face into his shoulder again, still sniffling. You want to be comforted, even though you know he won’t give it to you.
“Ugh,” he says, true to form. “Quit that.”
By the time you’ve calmed down, Gojo has already escorted you back to the shrine.
“Don’t come back,” he tells you.
Of course, you can’t listen to him. On your second night in the land of the dead and monsters, not only do you have to hide from beasts who would devour you the moment they found out what you were, you also have to hide from Gojo. You’re wearing a disguise, courtesy of Tsumiki and Megumi.
In your defense, it’s not like you want to be here. You need a familiar, and it’s clearly not going to be Gojo.
According to Tsumiki, Gojo’s the strongest, but there are other familiars who would be willing to serve you. They’re all in the Netherworld, however, and you have to find them before you can contract them.
You pull the curtain of the hat shielding your face a little closer around you as you peer at the faces surrounding you, trying to gauge who looks friendly. None of them do. You’ve been wandering around for hours, but not a single spirit has stood out to you.
In the end, you don’t find him. He finds you.
“A human god?” A hand grasps your wrist loosely. “That’s rare. Don’t you know it’s dangerous to be here?”
The man in front of you looks normal by any standards - but you know better than to trust your gut in the netherworld. Still, he’s the closest thing to a human you’ve seen in a while. Surrounded by a maelstrom of monsters, he feels like the eye of the storm. There’s a quiet and a calm surrounding him, even as you walk among noderabo with withered, leathery skin and scaly yajo.
It’s not like he’s in his own little pocket of the world, you realize. He is. Everyone is purposefully giving him a wide berth.
“Who are you?”
“I asked first,” he says.
“You know who I am! You just said so - I’m the human god.”
His eyes rake over you. “So you are. But what are you doing here, girl?”
You throw his words back in his face obstinately. “You first.”
“I’m Toji.” That doesn’t tell you anything, but he’s clearly unwilling to divulge more. “Your turn.”
“I’m looking for a familiar.”
“What about your familiar? I heard that Gojo-sama isn’t keen on sharing.”
Somehow, the way he says Gojo-sama sounds derisive, even with the respectful honorific.
“He doesn’t want to be my familiar.”
The rejection stings coming out of your own mouth.
“Sounds like him. Haughty bastard, he couldn’t stand to serve a human girl, could he?”
“Yeah! He’s an asshole,” you say, feeling validated.
When Toji laughs, the scar over his lip tugs one side of his mouth down. You kind of like it. And he must be strong, just looking at him. He’s well muscled and covered in scars. Of course, there’s the little matter of the reverence everyone around you is offering him. Tsumiki and Megumi had told you to just go out and find one. Could it be that easy?
“Are you interested?”
He gives you a look of barely concealed amusement. “You’re funny, girl. I don’t think Gojo would like that very much, though.”
“I don’t care what Gojo thinks.”
“Oh, here he comes now. Don’t go running too far - you’ll worry him,” he says, slow and easy. His confidence is absurd - it reminds you of Gojo, actually. He must be strong. “If you’re really serious about wanting me as a familiar, why don’t you meet me here again in three days?”
“What are you doing?” Gojo snarls at you. His teeth match the rest of his fox physique. With wonder, you realize that his pearly canines are pointed beyond what’s normal. “I told you not to come back!”
“But- He-” You turn around to point Toji out, but he’s gone.
“Who?” Gojo says.
“He was right there!”
“You’re so annoying,” Gojo bites out. “I don’t care what happens to you, but if you die, Megumi and Tsumiki will cry, so stop wandering off on your own. You’re lucky you didn’t get devoured on the spot.”
He’s starting to get really irritating. You shove his hands off.
“You know it’s actually your fault I’m here, right? If you didn’t reject me, I wouldn’t have to scour the Netherworld for a familiar.”
Gojo scoffs. “My fault? Maybe you should take a look at yourself. If you were less weak, I wouldn’t have a problem serving you!”
“That’s- You’re impossible!” You splutter. “I can’t help being weak! I was born this way! Not everyone is so lucky to be born a kitsune, oh-so-great-Gojo-sama.”
“Enough,” he sighs. Taking you by your wrist, he forcibly drags you through the streets back in the direction you came.
“Ow! You’re hurting me!”
“Gojo!” Megumi’s reproving voice breaks the argument up before it can begin again.
He lets go of you almost guiltily, if you thought he could feel guilt.
“I’ll take her home,” Megumi says.
Gojo’s tail lashes behind him angrily, but Megumi doesn’t spare him a second glance as he ushers you away.
“Thank you,” you tell him in relief. “What are you doing here?”
“You were taking a long time,” he says. “Tsumiki and I were getting worried. Did you find anyone?”
You think of Toji. “No,” you say. “No one.”
The next day, while Megumi and Tsumiki dress you for your trip through the Netherworld again, Megumi presses three slips of white paper into your hands.
“We should’ve taught you this sooner,” he says. “One of the powers of a god is to transform objects. Whatever you write on this charm will become true - within the scope of your power. Be safe.”
Armed with your paper slips, you feel like a real god. Tsumiki pushes you out the door with a prayer for good luck, though you’re not sure you can grant prayers to yourself for yourself.
Outside the door, something whines by your feet.
“Gojo?”
Or is that a regular white fox?
It snaps its teeth at you.
Definitely Gojo.
“I don’t need an escort,” you tell him, making shooing motions at him with your hands. “Go away!”
He rolls over and yips at you, his tail wagging.
“I can’t understand you like this!”
“I said,” a cloud of smoke reveals him, mostly humanoid once again, except for his ears and tail. “I don’t want to do this either. It’s for Megumi and Tsumiki.”
Toji doesn’t seem to like him, so you don’t want to risk bringing him with you. Despite your best attempts to shake him, Gojo follows you as you retrace your steps back into the spirit world. You’re just starting to despair when you spot a bigger reason to be upset.
“Hello, delicious,” Sukuna says. “Ready for round two?”
Why does he look even more terrifying? Did he get bigger?
“Leave her alone,” Gojo says, almost bored. “It’s pathetic. You can only bully things weaker than you, huh?”
“I’m not afraid to fight you,” Sukuna tells him.
You’re panicking. They both look serious. You don’t want to be caught between these two forces of nature.
“You should be,” Gojo says, and steps in front of you. Over his shoulder, he tells you, “Run. You’re in my way.”
This is the chance you were waiting for.
Toji’s dressed differently when you find him again. Last night, he was wearing a casual black kimono. Tonight, he’s dressed in a tight fitting black shirt and loose white pants.
“You look nice,” you tell him, feeling anxious. Your mind keeps going back to Gojo. You’re sure he can hold his own, but you’re still worried for him. As you are, however, you’re of no help to him. The only way you’d be able to rescue him if he actually was in danger is by making a contract with a powerful familiar.
“It’s for work,” he says. “Follow me.”
“We can’t do it here?”
“Do you want to kiss me in front of everyone?” He shrugs and reaches for you. “I mean, I’m down if you are, but I figured-”
“No,” you squeak and dart away. “Privacy is good!”
He laughs. “You’re as funny as ever, huh? C’mere.”
Toji leads you off the beaten path and further into the woods. The only thing that keeps you from feeling more nervous is the moon shining overhead, illuminating your path. It feels almost like a friend is with you.
“Here is good,” Toji says, stopping at a clearing.
“It’s so pretty,” you breathe out, dazzled. This deep into the woods, fireflies are lighting your way. Beneath your feet, a springy bed of flowers and moss covers the floor.
“What can I say? I’m a romantic.”
“Yeah, right,” you laugh at him, but you draw closer. You think you could trust him. You think you could be partners with him.
Then Toji grabs you by the shoulders and dangles you off the edge of the clearing, over a steep drop you hadn’t noticed. The sharp cut off had been hidden by flowers, danger painted over with beauty.
“Sorry, kid,” Toji says. “No hard feelings, right?”
“Why?” You whisper. Gojo had been right.
“There’s a bounty on your head,” he says. “Getou has offered to grant the wish of anyone who kills you.”
His eyes turn wistful. “I have a kid. Haven’t seen him in years. You understand, right? It’s not personal.”
The fall is brutal. The wind whips tears into your eyes, if you weren’t already crying from the fear of falling to your death. You have to do something, anything. Above your head, something white flutters.
A dove?
Then another.
It’s one of the paper ofuda Megumi had given you before you left, caught in the updraft of you rushing down to earth. You snatch it out of the air. You can’t reach the pen in your pocket. With increasing desperation, you bite down on your finger hard enough to draw blood and trace the characters for a tree branch onto it. Holding it aloft, you pray.
Between your hands, wood solidifies. You’re clinging to a scrap of a twig sprouting from the rocky cliffside. Megumi’s words echo in your head - only within the scope of your power.
So this is it, huh?
That’s all there is of your godly strength.
“Looks like you’re in trouble,” Gojo says. He has no problem balancing on the sheer cliff. His appearance is impeccable, completely unscathed from his fight with Sukuna. He perches like a bird, as comfortable as if he were standing on solid ground. “Do you need help?”
Thank god. He’s here to save you! You nod, turning teary eyes on him. You were wrong about him. Gojo really is a good guy, deep down.
“If you say, ‘Please save me, Gojo-sama, I was stupid.’ I’ll help you. Throw in some crying and begging, too.”
Your eyes dry up instantly. He’s a total bastard. You clutch onto the branch tighter. There’s no way you’ll give him the satisfaction of groveling for help.
Your resolve weakens when you hear the first snap.
“Time’s ticking,” Gojo calls in a sing-song voice. “What will it be?”
The harder you hold on, the more your flimsy branch breaks.
“Come on,” Gojo says. “It’s not that hard. It’s just seven little words. Isn’t that worth your life?”
“Go fuck yourself,” you tell him, and the branch finally snaps.
Falling for the second time is just as bad as the first time. The icy wind snatches at you like claws, tearing at your clothes.
To your surprise, Gojo leaps after you. He makes free-fall look elegant - surely a far cry from whatever you’re doing.
“Just say it,” he yells, within arm’s reach. He’s so close he could snag you by the shirt and haul you to safety, but you know he won’t. Not without getting what he wants. “Would you rather die than just apologize?”
You have an answer prepared.
His eyes widen in shock when you press your palms to his cheek, pull him closer, and kiss him.
You barely have time to register the taste of him, sake and something sweet, before the reality of falling to your death rushes in again.
“Gojo, save me!”
As if his body is piloted by someone else, Gojo catches you. For him, it’s a short leap back up to the top of the clearing, where Toji has disappeared.
You climb down from his hold once you’re certain you’re safe. You never thought you’d miss the feeling of solid ground beneath your feet this much, but at the moment, you’re willing to kiss the earth.
Gojo seems much worse off. He’s frozen in shock, muttering the same refrain to himself under his breath. “Me? Bound to her? Impossible.”
“Let’s go home,” you tell him. He doesn’t seem to get it until you tug him towards the path, and then he leads the way wordlessly. .
You wake to Megumi and Tsumiki weeping over you.
“I’m alright!”
They freeze, then burst into fresh tears.
“We thought you would never wake up! Your first time using ofuda must have been too much for you,” Megumi gets out through his sobs.
You feel sore all over. You can barely recall the events of the previous night, only that you kissed-
“Finally up?”
Gojo’s tapping his foot as he waits for you to get up. He looks furious. There’s an unmistakeable tick in his jaw that spells trouble for you.
It’s too early to deal with him. You duck back under the covers.
“Oh no you don’t,” he growls out as he seizes your wrist and bodily hauls you out of your warm cocoon of blankets. “You wanted to be a god, you’re going to be a god. It’s time for some training.”
You shiver pathetically in the cold morning air. If you had known helping a stranger would lead to be harassed by a fox spirit, you would’ve never done it in the first place.
“Try harder,” Gojo says at your sixth failed attempt to turn water into wine.
“It smells alcoholic,” Megumi offers loyally.
“I am trying!” You insist.
“Harder,” Gojo snarls.
The seventh attempt doesn’t change. Gojo throws up his arms and stalks out of the shrine, declaring the need to cool his head. Tsumiki frantically trails him, not trusting him to not attempt to run away again.
Megumi tries to assure you that you’re doing well, but honestly, you need to leave too. The shrine feels too stuffy. A change of scenery will do you good. Sitting alone in the woods just behind the shrine, you try to focus. Slowly, stacks of ofuda disappear from your hands as you paste them to trees, willing them to blossom. Wilt. Do anything, anything at all.
You’re out cold when Gojo finds you.
“Divine power takes time,” he says as he prepares dinner. “Use too many talismans at once and you’ll pass out.”
You drink a spoonful of soup morosely. “How do I get stronger?”
“You’ll get stronger if you grant prayers.”
Tsumiki perks up. “One just came in!”
“I already looked at it,” Gojo says dismissively. “Not that one.”
“Everyone’s wishes deserve to be looked at,” you argue.
Gojo scoffs, “Not this one.”
“Don’t be rude! A god can’t pick and choose.”
He tosses the prayer at you.
Morimoto Rika’s request touches your heart. She’s the spirit of a nearby lake - not just any spirit, as Megumi helpfully clarifies, but another owner of a shrine. A human boy visits her waters nightly. By the light of the moonlight, she fell in love with him, but she can’t meet him because they live in two separate worlds.
And to think that you would’ve never known to help her if Gojo had continued keeping this from you.
“This sounds like the perfect job for me,” you argue.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Yokai can’t fall in love with humans.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “Aren’t you bound to do as I say? Take me to her.”
Against his will, Gojo summons what’s called a ‘night fog coach’. Only operable at night, as the name suggests, it’s a tall black carriage truly made for a god. You’re just wondering how Gojo expects you to climb aboard when he effortlessly lifts you by the waist.
“You’re the one who wanted to go meet her,” he sneers. “Chop-chop.”
Your supplicant looks like a fish if it were a girl. She has pale green skin and large, black eyes, with overly large teeth for her mouth. Black hair frames a heart shaped face. She’s cute, in her own monstrous way. And she’s desperately in love with a human boy.
Gojo helps you transform her into a human body and make her over into a normal teenage girl. For a prayer granted, it feels like nothing more than dressing your friend up for a date.
You’re even as nosy as you would be in that situation. It’s the first prayer you’ve ever granted. You know you shouldn’t, but you and Gojo watch the burgeoning romance from a distance. Of course, he’s completely disapproving, but you have high hopes for them - until Rika pulls out a ring.
Aren’t they moving a little too fast?
It only gets worse when Rika confesses that she’s been stalking him - sort of. Keeping tabs on him for his safety by following him around town is a little too close to the other, for your liking. Your head drops into your hands.
But Yuta takes it surprisingly well. A little too well, in fact. It only seems to infatuate him even more. You knew there were certain types of men out there who loved crazy, but you had never seen it in real life - until now.
Could this even be counted as a success?
You’re happy for Rika and Yuta, as happy as you can be for their twisted little union, but you’re just waiting for Gojo to bite your head off for bringing a (real) monster and a human together as soon as you get back home. At least they’re happy, you think ruefully. Worse things could happen. Your first union as a marriage god didn’t fail. In fact, of all people, Yuta seemed the most likely in the world to accept Rika as she was, human or not.
To your surprise, returning to the shrine, Gojo begrudgingly says, “You did well.”
Any warm feelings you have for him the next day are replaced when he barges into your room and demands you strip.
“You have guests,” he says. “Messengers from Toji-sama, the god of the wind.”
Your eyes grow wide. You hadn’t known Toji was a god. Come to think of it, did Gojo even know the reason why you had been falling from that cliff? You weren’t sure if he had come in time to see who had pushed you.
“What are you worried about? I’ll be at your side the whole time.”
You’ll tell him later. Right now, you have a serious matter to prepare for.
You tried not to discriminate on the basis of his master, but it’s not that at all. Toji’s familiar, Naoya, is simply annoying on his own terms.
“So you’re the new god of this ramshackle little shrine,” he sniffs. “God, it’s disgusting. How poor are you?”
“You must be the thirteenth familiar Toji’s owned. He goes through you like toys, doesn’t he? Of course you wouldn’t know that he used to live in worse conditions before. Deplorable.” Gojo laughs in his face.
Naoya grits his teeth. “I’m surprised your little human dared to show her face. I thought she’d be terrified after what Toji did to her. They’re such weak little things.”
Gojo looks at the other demon with a calm that worries you. As human as he is, there are moments when you can catch the monster lurking within. He’s like the sea, deceptively calm until you remember the threat of an unseen riptide.
“If you insult my master again,” he says carefully, enunciating every word like he’s stabbing at them with a knife, “I will take your head and deliver it to your master as a present.”
“Don’t tell me you’re happy to be serving a mortal girl,” Naoya laughs. “Not someone like you, Satoru. How the mighty have fallen.”
Gojo looks at him for a long moment, then he ignores him completely and walks to your side. The most painful part of Naoya’s digs at you is knowing he’s right. Gojo doesn’t like this. How could he? He went from being the strongest to being commanded by some powerless girl. Still, Gojo gazes at you with his inscrutable eyes. You can’t read him at all.
Slowly, he sinks to his knees next to you.
With a gentleness you can hardly bear, he lays his head in your lap, as gentle and docile as a puppy. His neck is bared as if for an executioner’s axe, the delicate pulse of his heart open to you. He closes his eyes. His breath is shallow. He stays there, and says no more.
“Oh, Satoru,” Naoya says in delight. “You really have become a tamed thing.”
With an uncertainty you’re trying to hide, you lift your hands to Gojo’s head. His hair is sinfully soft. You’re almost scared he’ll try to take your hands off for it, but when you start to gently pet his hair, he almost purrs. His eyes close, half-lidded in pleasure.
“I serve who I want to serve,” Gojo says. His tail lashes behind him. “Who are you to tell me my master is unworthy?”
Naoya shrugs, clearly disbelieving. “Sure, Satoru. Keep telling yourself that. I’m just here to deliver a gift.”
He tosses you a package wrapped carefully in beautiful, ornate wrapping paper. You’re sure it’s not Toji’s doing. He’s not the type.
As soon as he leaves, Gojo pushes himself away from you. It leaves you a little sorrowful, the speed with which he tries to get away. He only did it for your sake, you know. He wanted to protect your honor in front of Naoya because you’re his master. But it must have disgusted him, to get on his knees for a human, if he recoiled so fast.
“What did he mean, what Toji did to you?” Gojo asks over dinner.
You know instantly that you’ll only draw his ire if you try to play dumb.
“Toji pushed me off that cliff the day you found me.”
Gojo’s eyes darken. The next time Naoya returns, he promises you, he’d set his tail on fire. No one besmirches his master’s honor like that.
It’s about honor, of course. You’d be a fool to think otherwise.
Alone in your chambers, you unwrap the package Naoya gave you. It’s an incense burner, beautiful and silver. As apology presents go, it’s a decent one. You set it aside for use at a later time.
Naoya’s visit only makes Gojo’s training worse, but these days, you’ve grown used to him and his harsh words. The more that he yells at you for being weak, the more you can brush it off as Gojo just being Gojo. That only irritates him more, of course.
But nothing pisses him off as much as you claiming that you’re returning to school. Gojo thinks that you have no need for school as a god. There’s nothing the humans can teach you that he can’t.
In your eyes, Gojo is a kitsune. That means he’ll never understand a teenage girl’s heart. School isn’t about learning, it’s about the experience! You’ll never be in high school again - there are so many things you still haven’t experienced, like school trips. You only have one youth - you have to seize it in the moment!
Gojo isn’t convinced.
Like an overbearing parent, he nags you all day and night until finally, you strike a deal. He’ll let you go to school, but only as long as you cover up the god-mark on your head. Gojo is never one to make things easy for you. The hat he bestows you with is an ugly grandma print with faux fox ears. You’ll be the laughingstock of the school!
“It’s dangerous,” he says. “Who knows what wild beasts will be lurking about?”
“You’re the wild beast,” you say. “I can’t wear that!”
“I guess you can’t go to school then,” he sighs. “What a pity.”
It’s all for show, of course. You know what he’s really like. There’s no use in arguing - either you agree to his compromise or you stay here, stuck in the temple for the rest of your life. You’ll miss out on all the joys of youth, never growing old in your cloistered shrine. The thought is unbearable.
You snatch the hat from him in indignation. Putting it on before you leave the next day makes you cringe, but as long as you avoid mirrors, you can almost forget that it’s there - if not for your classmates staring at you. You can feel their judging eyes everywhere you go, and the whispers.
You can’t even say you don’t care - you do care. You only have one high school life, and Gojo is ruining it. During lunch, you escape into the bathroom to mope and avoid all of your classmates.
“Are you getting bullied?” Gojo’s voice is too bright and cheery for your dark mood right now. You can’t promise to remain calm if he stays here.
“This is the girl’s bathroom, Gojo.”
“Don’t be like that. I’m just worried about my master,” he says. “Well? How is it? Do you want to go home now?”
He’s lying. You know he’s not worried about you at all, but you should be used to it. You don’t know why it stings as much as it does.
You’re hurt even though you know this is just how Gojo is. Of course he’d be happy to see you miserable - he hadn’t even wanted you for a god in the first place. He’s bound to you by obligation, and nothing more. You had known from the start that he didn’t care about you, so why does it hurt that he won’t comfort you? It’s just like those nights in the demon world that seem so long ago now. He hasn’t changed at all.
Gojo isn’t as shocked by your outburst as he is by the tears slowly welling up in your eyes. He stands stunned as you rush out of him and back into the hallway.
Tsumiki appears next to him out of thin air, completely unimpressed.
“You did a terrible job on that one, Gojo.”
As if in a daze, he lifts his hand, where the crystal of one teardrop shines. He’d tried to reach for you at the last moment, but you were already gone. “I made her cry...”
Megumi appears next to Tsumiki, his face red. “What’s taking so long? Hurry up and leave! We’re in the girl’s bathroom!”
“Gojo was bullying our master,” Tsumiki announces.
“I wasn’t bullying her!”
“He made her cry.”
Gojo winces. “Okay, yeah. I did do that.”
Megumi kicks him in the leg, which amounts to almost nothing. “Take responsibility, then!”
When you return home, Gojo is waiting by the shrine door with an almost offensively polite smile on his face. “Let me take your coat, master.”
Him being kind gives you the creeps. You can’t help but feel like he’s planning something, especially when he shows you the lavish dinner he prepared for you with all of your favorites.
“What’s with the look?” He says, annoyed at your accusing eyes peering at him over your bowl. “I do something nice for you and this is how you treat me?”
“This is really just for me? No ulterior motives?”
“None,” he promises.
The smile that breaks over your face is like the sun through rain clouds - sudden, dramatic, and almost painfully bright after a period of gray skies.
“Thanks, Gojo!”
The look in his eyes is unreadable as he reaches to spoon more food onto your plate.
You don’t have anyone else in this world. Besides the shrine spirits, Gojo might be the only person in the world who will take care of you. For some reason, the thought doesn’t sting as much as it did this morning.
The second day of school starts with pouring rain, as if it’s a direct reaction to your foul mood earlier. Gojo pulls you back when you try to leave.
“It’s a bad omen,” he says. “Stay home with me today. I’ll worry about you if you go.”
Normally, such sweet words might bring a blush to your face, but you can read between the lines.
Stay home with me today so I can keep you out of trouble, you brat.
I’ll worry about you if you go because you’re weaker than a worm.
“Stop trying to keep me from going to school! I thought we got over this yesterday,” you huff. “I’m going to be late for the bus!”
You leave Gojo with a handful of air as you dart under his outstretched arm and out the door.
In school, all your classmates are listless.
You’ve never been so unhappy to not be the subject of attention. What is wrong with everyone? Even the teacher doesn’t reprimand anyone for sleeping in class, half-asleep herself. You’re the only one who doesn’t seem to be caught in this spell of drowsiness, which insinuates paranormal origins.
As you’re sweeping the classroom after class, one of your classmates lets out a disgruntled noise.
“It’s a snake,” she says, not at all with the intonation of someone who’s just discovered a snake. Ami’s the type to go apoplectic at the sight of a fly, much less an actual snake, so you don’t pay much mind until you hear Kurama go, “Huh, she wasn’t kidding.”
There’s a little yellow snake in the classroom. In their stupor, none of your classmates seem to care all that much about it. They just continue going about their chores. You feel bad for it. It’s such a small, fragile little creature. In their state, they might accidentally end up crushing it.
With gentle murmurs of encouragement, you coax it into your hand. It’s surprisingly docile and twines itself readily around your wrist before you set it outside the window to be set free.
Gojo doesn’t praise you for your act of heroism on the behalf of his fellow yokai, as you remind him. You saved his compatriots! Where’s the gratitude?
He calls you a stupid little girl. “I don’t care about them, I care about you!”
Your face warms with embarrassment against your will even though you know he doesn’t mean it like that. Time and time again, Gojo has stressed that he will never see yokai and humans as even remotely on the same playing field, much less capable of being romantic partners.
“You’re my master,” he says. There’s your call back to reality. “Look at this mark on your wrist.”
It appears like a normal bruise to you, though you’re not sure how it could’ve happened. Your new snake friend was very gentle when he was coiled around your wrist. He must have been someone’s escaped pet. You hope he found his way back home.
Gojo’s mad. He’s enunciating every word.
“This is exactly why I have to keep such a close eye on you. That’s no ordinary bruise. That is an engagement mark. Care to explain to me how I left you alone for one second and you got yourself engaged to a divine beast?”
Your face pales. “Excuse me?”
“That snake is going to come and claim you as his bride.”
“As a bride?” Your head spins and you have to sit down. You’re too young to get married. You look up at Gojo, teary-eyed. You don’t want this.
“Stop making that face,” he snaps, pushing a hand over your face to hide it. “As if I would let that happen. The master of the Yaga shrine, my master, could never be wed to a mere snake.”
If Gojo says he won’t let it happen, you can put your faith in him. You breathe a little easier. As mean as he can be, Megumi and Tsumiki weren’t lying when they called him the best familiar. He’s the strongest and most capable person or rather, yokai, that you know. There’s not a single task you set for him that he hasn’t been able to complete.
It’s still raining when you go outside to practice your talisman making.
You find the weather quite pleasant, even though it’s a little damp. The chill in the air cuts through the muggy feeling of summer, and the raindrops cool your cheeks. When you turn your face up to the sky, you can taste ozone in the little drops that pelt your face.
“You’re very beautiful, kamisama,” says a voice.
There's a man waiting just outside the red gates. A supplicant? In this weather? You better get him inside in a hurry. You dash over to him.
“What are you doing? Come inside, you’ll get wet!”
Just as you reach him, he lifts his face. He looks like a statue, with high cheekbones, and solemn eyes. His hair is the same pale yellow as the snake you saw earlier that day-
“Gojo!”
But it’s too late.
The snake has a hold on your wrist, right above the engagement mark. He takes you away.
One moment, you’re standing in your own backyard, the next, you’re surrounded by almost-familiar bamboo walls. It looks like your shrine but for little distinguishing touches. That makes you uncomfortable.
“This is Haibara shrine,” the snake says. “I’m Nanami, the familiar of Haibara-sama. I’ve taken you away to marry you.”
There’s a curtain over the center of the room. Haibara presumably rests behind it, but something strikes you as off about the whole scenario. That’s not what’s foremost on your mind, however.
“I don’t want to marry you! You kidnapped me!”
He tilts his head at you. “I couldn’t have kidnapped you. We’re engaged, you see?” He traces the mark on your wrist with one slim finger. “We’re going to be very happy together.”
“You’re being creepy,” you push him away.
At your rejection, something dark crosses over his features - not danger, but pain. He has some nerve feeling upset when you’re the one who should be upset here!
“That’s alright,” he says, trying to stroke your hair. You won’t let him touch you. “I know it can take some getting used to. Here, let me show you to your room.”
Nanami has clearly put a lot of thought into decorating for you. It’s beautifully furnished, with rich silk sheets and the fragrant smell of plum blossoms permeating the air. Here, there’s not a single thing you could want but-
Gojo.
You miss Gojo and you miss your shrine.
When Nanami leaves you in your room, it feels like a tomb in the silence. You bury your face in your expensive, hateful sheets and try to resist the urge to sob. You want Gojo to come get you. You want to go home.
Hours pass, but Gojo doesn’t come.
Nothing but the sound of your breathing changes, passing from frantic to deeper, slower, steadier. As your head clears, you notice the window. It’s a beautifully ornate design, a red knot of luck. The center is just big enough for a girl to squeeze through, if you try hard.
Resolve grips you.
You’re not going to wait for Gojo to rescue you. You’re going to get out of here yourself, find him, and scold him for not coming to get you earlier. Aren’t you his most beloved master, as he so professes? You’re going to make him kneel for at least three hours practicing his apologies!
Filled with renewed conviction, you hoist yourself onto the window sill and begin the tedious task of shimmying yourself out. Just when you’re nearly there, the sharp edge of the metal scrapes your shin, leaving a long, thin cut.
The smell of salt replaces the plums immediately.
“God?” Comes Nanami’s voice. “I smell blood. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine!” You panic. If he discovers your escape attempt now, he might try to put you in a more secure room, and then you’ll really never see Gojo again.
The adjacent wall caves in.
Gojo stands in the rubble, seething, each hand wreathed in blue flame. He doesn’t even notice you, his attention wholly focused on Nanami. “You drew her blood? Are you prepared to face the consequences of hurting my master, snake?”
You grab his arm just before he attacks. “He didn’t! I hurt myself on the window- oof!”
Gojo’s so much bigger than you are. When he folds you into his arms, his entire body surrounds you. His chin tucks itself over your head, his large arms wrap around your body. You’ve never felt more secure than you are here, now. “I thought you’d be crying.”
His voice is hoarse.
You’ve never heard that before.
“You came,” you whimper, burying your face into his shoulder.
Nanami’s face is crestfallen. “Are you going to leave me?”
You grab Gojo’s arm and duck into the other room, where Haibara’s curtain is.
“Don’t!” Nanami cries.
When you pull it back, there’s nothing but an old, dusty kimono.
You were right.
This place is godless.
“You’re no familiar,” Gojo snarls, turning on Nanami. “Don’t even think to call yourself that. The difference between you and me is as clear as day, you vile beast. You’ll pay for your insolence with the loss of your shrine.”
Nanami’s misery is written all over his face. You’ve realized what’s wrong with this shrine. It’s too quiet, as if no one has prayed here for generations. Haibara has been dead for a long, long time.
Nanami must have been lonely.
“Don’t,” you tell Gojo.
He stares at you, incredulous. “Are you out of your mind?”
You tug yourself out of Gojo’s arms. Nanami’s crouched on the ground, trying to shield Haibara’s old kimono from Gojo’s foxfire. You kneel to his level.
“I’m sorry you’ve been lonely for all this time, Nanami. I can’t stay with you, but if you come to my shrine, we can play again.”
Nanami weeps and reaches for your hand. The mark of the snake dissolves.
Gojo doesn’t talk to you on the way back to the shrine.
“Don’t be mad,” you say, tugging on the sleeves of his kimono. He gives you a deadpan stare. “Come on! I only did it because-”
You can’t finish your sentence.
Of course, that piques Gojo’s interest. He can never resist bullying you.
“Because? Go on,” he goads you.
You say it so quietly he can’t hear you, even with his fox ears. He spins around, grabs you by the waist, and hoists you up so you’re face to face. You yelp and scramble to grab onto his shoulders for balance.
“Louder,” he demands. “I can’t hear you.”
“I was thinking about what would happen if I died and you were all alone again. I couldn’t leave him alone because I was thinking of you,” you tell him. Thinking of Gojo watching after an empty shrine all alone like Mizuki makes your heart ache for reasons you can’t explain.
He stiffens. “What a strange thing to worry about. I wouldn’t care.”
“Ugh,” you smack him in the shoulder. You shouldn't have tried to be kind to him.
He doesn’t put you down, shifting you into an easier hold. “You’re hurt,” he admonishes when you try to squirm.
Just before you enter the shrine gates, he has a confession of his own to make. “I’m sorry,” he says. “You got hurt because I wasn’t protecting you.”
You rub his ears, an indulgence you’re not sure he would’ve allowed if he wasn’t in such a mood. “It’s not your fault!”
“I’ve never had a human master,” he says. “I have to be careful not to break you. You’re so easily hurt.”
“You don’t have to say it like that,” you say, and then the shrine spirits are there to welcome you home.
You hadn’t realized you thought of the shrine as home until today.
Even though Nanami’s mood isn’t affecting the weather anymore, it’s still raining. Gojo tells you not to mind the weather, even though you’re certain that it’s not from natural causes, which means it is your job. Ever since you came back from Haibara’s shrine, Gojo has been extra protective of you.
You hadn’t thought Gojo had needed to be protected too, not until the thunder god came.
The god of storms and lightning is called Getou Suguru. He carries a mallet in one hand that can transform whoever it touches into their younger forms, and he used to be Gojo’s best and only friend. He’s also the one who called a bounty on your head.
#sera writes#gojo satoru x reader#gojou satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader
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Misunderstandings 😔 It's a VERY slow burn with these two 😳
These type of scenes were always one of my favorites when it came to romance-- (Shoujo manga had me in a choke hold) 💦
HC: The slow burn is partly from Leon's end since he does struggle with a lot with his mental health. Love-wise, he was mostly alone until Chris came around, so he never got to get over Krauser properly. His time with Krauser was one of the only good things (not the only thing, but ye) in Leon's life, so he latched onto it to get by. So, he was really hesitant about falling for Chris at first. He actually fell pretty fast, but couldn't admit it 😭 Chris learns about all of this eventually, so he understands and supports Leon as much as he can. That's part of the reason why Chris tries not to make any moves on Leon. Leon appreciates it, but he does subconsciously get disappointed. Chris just wants Leon to feel safe and comfortable 🥺
#resident evil#leon kennedy#chris redfield#resident evil leon#resident evil chris#chris x leon#chreon#fanart#art#digital art#SinnaArt#if i knew how to write and articulate my thoughts i would write all the fanfics for this#😭
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One Piece Shipping War - Round 2 Side C
Lusan art by @supernaturallyginger. Check out the original post here!
Propaganda under the cut.
Propaganda for Sanji x Luffy:
I don't think anyone is gonna bother denying the fact that WCI is literally just the plot of an otome isekai shoujo manga/manhwa. MC (main character) is treated like trash by family except for the 1 dead mom and 1 nice sympathetic supporter that can't do much of anything to help. MC escapes only to find themselves in an even worse situation somewhat of their own making, only to be swept off their feet by the ML (male lead) and saved, full damsel in distress style. Dramatic love confessions, crying in the rain, betrayal from an arranged marriage, it has it all.
Dude Luffy loves Sanji so so much like WCI is the best example and like you don't even really need to see the love as romantic if that bugs you but dudes. The first words out of the Luffys Shadow Possessed Oars was yelling for Sanji. He just loves Sanji so much and Sanji loves him too
The WCI arc in itself is mega SanLu propaganda. Luffy invaded an emperor’s territory, completely crashed a wedding, went up against Sanji’s evil science family, and got nearly beat to death by Sanji himself all in order to get Sanji back. Sanji offered his life to Kuma at thriller bark so Kuma wouldn’t kill Luffy. He pushed himself for 2 years all in order to get stronger FOR Luffy. Sanji feels sorry when he isn’t useful, the whole reason why he used the raid suit those few times was because he was thinking about getting stronger for Luffy, but realized that he didn’t want to become an emotionless monster like his family. Sanji broke down in tears at WCI when he tried to get Luffy to go away by fighting him. And then broke down in tears again when he ran back to Luffy and told him he wanted to go back home to the Sunny. No matter what Sanji cooks, Luffy always likes it and is proud to have him in his crew. Sanji is also one of Luffy’s “wings”, as stated by Robin! They’re both just so sweet and clearly care very deeply about each other.
Luffy saving Sanji on whole cake island got to me
[Insert everything that happens between them during WCI] how could I see luffy yelling about how he won't eat anything and will starve- LUFFY OF ALL PEOPLE- unless Sanji comes back and not ship them at LEAST a little. "Without you I can't become the pirate king" absolutely devastating cinema. Then Sanji laying out everything, in tears, and Luffy accepting it all and just saying, "well that's who you are" poetic. Final wci thing: luffy hearing judges bs about sanji and going "whyd he start listing all your good point" true love. This seems one sided but Sanji is also just as bad. "Which version of me do you prefer" anyone? They care SO MUCH about each other. Also Luffy loves to eat, Sanji loves to feed people, they're meant to be.
*gestures at the entirety of WCI* I mean that’s Love, they are Ride or Die, Luffy cannot become the pirate king without Sanji, whether that means physically because he needs Sanji’s support or just because being the pirate king means Luffy has everything he wants and what he wants is Sanji or both. And Sanji loves him just as much back! He’s his sun he’s his world…Luffy jump and Sanji’s too busy skywalking to bother asking how high. I just love them sm
Oda himself wrote the propaganda for this, Whole Cake Island just cemented lusan as canon. "I can't become Pirate King without you!" <- that's love baby
Propaganda for Sanji x Usopp:
PLEASE they are so great for the needs love/gives love dynamic because it goes both ways.
My fav somewhat rare pair. I specifically love on skypiea when Sanji sacrifices himself to save Usopp from Enel. (And of course the scene when they wake up from their injuries holding hands!!!!)
It is simply the best Sanji ship I’m afraid
Consider: they cute
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Melbourne, where the pigeons are incredibly clean
Tony and I recently went on our first holiday together during the Easter break. Not just as newlyweds, but our actual first holiday!
We haven't been able to officially have our honeymoon yet as we were planning to go to Shanghai and travel some of Asia after our wedding. But with Omicron floating around at the time, we didn't feel too comfortable...
We made Melbourne our minimoon, and I don't care who gets annoyed that we called it that.
It was my first time in Melbourne, and Tony's first time exploring Melbourne (as he's only been there for kendo competitions). We had a lot of fun, and if we were to go there again, we'd definitely get a hire car to explore more outside of the CBD. (All the hire cars were gone by the time we booked our holiday, as we booked it kind of late).
The first thing we noticed once we got to Melbourne CBD was how clean the pigeons looked... I don't know what makes them so different, but those pidges look so clean. I'm not kidding. That was one of the first things we instantly noticed, that we're still surprised about.
Our first destination after we got to Melbourne and checked in was to check out a Chinese fine dining restaurant called "Flower Drum" and *chefs kiss*. The food was beautiful.
We might've been dressed a little too casually for some patron's liking by the looks of it (I mean we weren't dressed terribly casually, although I was wearing a pair of white Converse boots as those were the only shoes I brought for the weekend) because I saw an aunty's face drop as soon as we locked eyes. I have a feeling she was the one who must've written this review:
We spent the rest of the afternoon before dinner exploring the city, then had dinner at a quite popular bar restaurant called Supernormal, where the food was alright but the lobster rolls were memorable (and tiny). Tony and I joked that the next time we eat there, we'll just order 12 lobster rolls and watch the staff judge us and us not give a damn because it's a delicious idea.
The next day was Good Friday, so our only plan was to explore the city and see what was open. The breakfast at the Salted Egg that came with our accommodation was delicious! Tony and I shared the pandan waffles and spicy crab omelettes. Both were tasty and satisfied both our sweet and savoury cravings.
We walked past an axe-throwing place, and thought, "why not?" So we booked a half-hour sesh which ended up being an hour long. Tbh axe-throwing is really not for me... but Tony on the other hand's definitely found himself a new hobby that he's surprisingly really good at!
He managed to hit many bullseyes, even managing to throw the two-handed axe with ONE hand and hit the bullseye a few times. Our friends joke that we definitely want Tony around if there's ever a zombie apocalypse.
His muscles were sore after 1hr of pretty much solo axe-throwing, so it's lucky we were able to book a relaxing Japanese massage for Sunday.
Some other memorable experiences in Melbourne were:
Making the most of happy hour at our hotel's exclusive rooftop bar and each trying a cherry cocktail, which after a few sips had Tony red as a lobster and needing to take a rest downstairs before we went out to dinner.
Tasting A5 wagyu airflow from Japan which was beautiful, but not kind on the wallet
Just quiet moments together. We didn't want to be out exploring the city all the time, so when we were tired, we'd come back to the hotel and watch "Forecasting Love and Weather" or "The Dropout". I love how Tony gets invested in the things I watch as well, but I haven't been able to get into everything he watches.
Going to Stalactites twice, because there aren't too many things better than some stomach-warming, well-seasoned meat and chips on chilly, rainy, Melbourne days.
Pictured above: Just a pair of incredibly clean Melbourne pidges.
You can find the rest of our holiday pics on my IG, as I don't want to ruin my blog ✨aesthetic✨😂.
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shounen ai mangas that should be a part of your reading list if you enjoy reading healthy and plot driven romances- part 1.
I've been reading bl for years now, the reason why i indulged myself into reading this particular genre was simply because shoujo as a genre is too repetitive, most tropes are overused and it's honestly really hard to find good stories once you've finished the easily accessible popular franchises.
boys love is divided into two sub genres, yaoi and shounen ai, I personally do not enjoy reading smut, it's a different story if intimacy plays an important point for the character development of the characters in the story, but i'am not a huge fan of the porn being used as the plot device for the entire manga and hence i won't be including yaoi mangas in this list.
1. Sayonara, Heron.
Sayonara, Heron is one of those mangas that remain ambiguous and non-linear for the majority of the time but gradually intensify itselves once the ending is near without losing it's delicacy, i won't be talking about the plot since i want you to experience this 7 chapter long manga the way i did, without knowing anything about it, but it's simply about family and relationships, the art style is so pretty, the rooftop, the cigarettes, the kisses, everything. I do not see enough people talking about it and maybe you should help me change that.
2. We're still in the spring of life.
Academics, Aerospace and Adorability, everything about this manga is so heart warming, the hesitation in the beginning of a friendship which ends with a comfortable yet passionate relationship, the naps, the math equations and the confessions, this manga is simply about two boys growing together by simultaneously relying on each other. Also the rocket metaphors have my heart, read it to find them out.
3. Our dining table.
I've always been a huge fan of child care as a separate genre on it's own, but this manga is one of the only romance mangas where the child care part of it actually plays a huge role for the development of the characters, it honestly isn't forced like some omegaverse stories rather it's comforting and actually heart warming to read, the food being used as a love language, the friendships and the bonding amidst the family and the main character is beautiful, give it a go if you want to experience legit therapy lol.
4. Blue sky complex.
Blue sky complex is one of the few shounen ai mangas which seems authentic and raw because of the awkwardness of the characters, the relationship between the characters is easily connectable in the sense that you get the insight of how their head actually works and makes those decisions, it explores gay relationships in a very interesting way, and honestly is very close to my heart because well it's the GLASSES GUY X GOOF BALL trope yet again.
5. Yuki no shita no qualia.
Now, this manga vaguely reminds me of sayonara, heron but honestly is a lot more strong with what it wants to explore, it's one of those mangas that will accidentally make you cry because of the beauty of it's characters and the development of their relationship.
"i think you make me kinder," is better than any "i love you".
#bl manga#shounen ai manga#hirano to kagiura#sasaki to miyano#given#doukyuusei#seaside stranger#blue sky complex#our dining table#sayonara heron
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warming up to you
Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader
Synopsis: you weren't too keen on the school playboy, but maybe his persistent efforts have started to wear you down?
Tags: fluff, shoujo manga inspired, modern au, mixed school, flirting, lilia cooks, silver is lilia's adopted sibling, reader (millie) likes more masculine men for a bit
Word count: 1k+
Notes: this was requested by my dearest millie @hheun!! mwah mwah i love talking to you and every time i get a notif from you im just smiling automatically at how you're handling Lilia ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
her request was very long so maybe i'll post it separately (cuz funni), but this takes place in a modern school au and the events that take place were specifically designed for millie hehehe #millia
to millie: heart attack incoming!! hope u enjoy it ;)
Masterlist
lilia vanrouge is the vice president of the diasomnia house
so when you first saw him, you respected him quite a bit, though his features did make him seem a little out of place as compared to malleus, silver and sebek
you quickly learned that those exact features made him incredibly popular
maybe overly so, because every time you saw him, you could see him flirting with an entirely different person
the first time you actually spoke to him, he was looking for his misplaced pencil case, still wearing the overly large science coat with the large goggles resting atop his head
"Excuse me dear, I seem to have misplaced my pencil case and I have no idea where it could be. Would you be a dear and join me in my search?"
you simply raised an eyebrow, and shook your head no
he pursued his lips and made a pouting face, but you just stared blankly at him
relenting, he sighed and turned around to find someone else to help him with his search
you could faintly hear a "... Am I not cute enough today?"
fortunately (or not), you stumbled across a pencil case at the edge of the staircase, with diasomnia, light music club, and bat keychains attached to the one zipper
hmm, he must have dropped it while switching classrooms
so you bring it to the diasomnia house room, where you were greeted by silver
you entrusted the pencil case to silver, but not without him asking for your name and class so Lilia could say thank you properly
of course, you tried to leave, really not wanting to get involved in any sense with the playboy and his fanbase
but silver being the dear that he is insisted on having your name
the next day, as you were walking to your classroom, Lilia appeared seemingly out of nowhere
he thanks you, but starts rambling off "Oh I knew I was cute enough yesterday! How sweet of you to help little old me, khee hee!"
ಠಿ_ಠ ...sure, lilia-senpai
you try to brush off his gratitude with a quick "you're welcome" and "it wasn't a bother really"
but then he's spouting "It must be fate that you were the one to help me! Darling, won't you let me return the favour? Perhaps, with a date?" he says while batting his eyelashes cutely
??? no??? you weren't into the cute type of guys, you liked more masculine, muscular men ahem leona senpai
so you rejected him honestly, but rather than be upset, his eyes are just twinkling mischievously (uh oh)
after that event, you just started encountering him randomly in your school life
popping up randomly to ask you out because he looked particularly cute that day
asking you to come over to the light music club after school
you continued to reject him, thinking he was just playing around like with all the other girls
but then one day, he came up to you with a request
"Dear, would you happen to be good at baking?"
see, silver's birthday is coming up, and apparently it's all the rage nowadays (so he says) to have a homemade cake rather than a store-bought one and "of course, it's also more nutritious"
but, rather infamously, Lilia's not the best cook
see the white day incident, where he made chocolates in return for all the ones he received and almost succeeded in murdering everyone's tastebuds
so nobody really wants to work with Lilia in the kitchen, not even his devoted(?) fangirls
usually you would've rejected his request, for two reasons, one being the rumours of his cooking, and two being not wanting to become further involved with him
but he seemed so sincere about his wish for silver, and so downcast at being unable to make the perfect birthday cake that you couldn't help but agree
on the condition that he listen to your every word whilst working in the kitchen
and thank god for that condition, because you quickly learned why he was a bad cook
"But this recipe isn't nearly nutritious enough! Shall we add some lettuce? Or perhaps..."
Lilia, we're baking a cake, not a salad...
you felt so bad for whoever was his partner in home economics
but you gave him the task of whisking the eggs after having him prepare the stovetop, where you planned to melt the butter in a saucepan...
"There was one time I went abroad and brought something back for Silver..." Lilia recounted, his hand hard at work whisking the eggs.
But just as you were getting lost in his storytelling, disaster struck. The stovetop suddenly caught on fire, flames dancing dangerously high. Panic welled up within you, and before you could react, Lilia acted swiftly.
"Careful!" he exclaimed with urgency. With the grace of a gallant knight, he pulled you close, his body a protective shield against the fire. His surprisingly serious face caught you off guard, the fiery glow reflected in the depths of his crimson eyes. His arms were a fortress, secure and tight around you.
Thump. Thump.
In a matter of moments, Lilia turned off the gas and moved the saucepan away from the stovetop, as if he were used to dealing with emergencies in the kitchen.
"Are you alright, dearest?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.
You took a moment to collect yourself, your heart still racing. "Oh, uhmm, yes, I'm fine... Wait, did you turn the stove all the way up?"
Lilia looked a bit confused as he admitted, "Yes? I wanted to melt the butter faster."
You couldn't help but shake your head in exasperation. "Lilia!!!" you exclaimed, incredulous at his impulsive cooking decisions.
He chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the near-disaster. "Well, it did the job, didn't it?"
thankfully, you manage to finish the cake without either of you getting hurt
it's not the best looking cake, but it definitely has a homemade feel to it, only enhanced by the chopsticks used to support it
you also get invited to silver's birthday party! lilia keeps trying to take pictures with you and ask you out
only this time, you can't help but feel more affected by his attempts than you were before
maybe you've taken a liking to the playboy afterall ;)
"Goodness, isn't it about time you give me a chance, darling?" Lilia playfully pouts, placing his hands on his hips in a mock display of irritation.
He sighs, before a rueful smile graces his lips. "Well, I suppose it's alright for now. I'm a very persistent man, you see," he says, his unwavering gaze fixed on yours.
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the reason why everyone should read skip to loafer is because misaki takamatsu expertly articulates so much of the highschool girl experience in a way that feels deeply grounded, deeply nuanced and deeply relatable. i’ll keep specific examples out of this because one of my personal joys with reading skip to loafer is experiencing everything alongside mitsumi and friends but events like making friends with people you normally wouldn’t talk to, finding the balance between your social life and your academic goals, processing unrequited feelings and learning to love yourself. the social pressures that come with being a highly sought after person; feelings of envy towards said person and processing these feelings. these events are explored with a level of attention and warmth that is very difficult to find in other shoujo highschool manga.
this is definitely elevated by skip to loafer’s focus and exploration of its female characters, who have their own distinct goals, personalities and insecurities. i don’t think there’s many shoujo manga out there that treats its female friendships as similarly important if not MORE important than its romantic relationships. so much of highschool was just spending time with best friends. skip to loafer doesn’t have the same type of female-rival drama that most other shoujo romance works do, and when it does the efficient pacing of the story means it’s resolved fairly quickly yet satisfyingly. instead, mitsumi and her friends go to cafes, they eat lunch together, they go shopping, they team up in sports and culture festivals. everything that happens in skip to loafer feels very close to something that could happen to any regular highschooler, which makes the themes and ideas it explores more impactful and personal.
i rambled a lot but essentially you should 1000% read skip to loafer. there is nothing else i would more sincerely recommend than skip to loafer. love and warmth and friendship and the development of the self is stored in skip to loafer
#meowful talks#skip to loafer#skip and loafer#i said give me a fortnight but then i snapped#PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ SKIP TO LOAFER#this is so difficult to follow but i hope this convinces at least one person to try skip to loafer
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Valentine’s Day Satosugu hcs bc what’s my life anymore
High school edition - I like to think they’ve done something about their crush in their adult days.
Suguru receives more in-person confessions while Satoru gets only love letters (and none of them is in Suguru’s handwriting, which is, uhm, annoying? It’s their third year and Gojo should have a collection of love letters from Getou, but whatever)
Getou does buy Gojo some chocolate but holds it until they’ve finished their club activities. It’s not fancy chocolate or anything valentine themed because that would be too exposing, it’s just a chocolate bar with candies in it which would kill anyone but Satoru (not that Satoru hasn’t spend the day eating chocolate, anyway, but he was so pissed off when he didn’t get any from Suguru in their first year and because of that someone started a dating rumor so he’s not revisiting that failure)
I like to think Gojo would have a school fan club as in all best early 2000s shoujo manga and that they would do something hugely over the top for Valentine’s Day idk maybe they’ll have a special Valentine’s Day photocard of him or have a cardboard Gojo somewhere in their club room. They let other students use it for darts - and teachers, too, especially assistant teacher/trainee Utahime.
Gojo did get a in-person confession by a very brave girl that year (because third year, last chance to confess etc) but Suguru interrupted because, well, it was fun to see Satoru turning pink as he candidly said “I thought you wanted to do something for our anniversary?” letting the poor girl die on the spot and run away. That do fuel the dating rumours
“anniversary of what, pry tell” “of our fake dating rumor” Gojo kicks a peddle so HARD when walking home with Getou that’s, frankly, unfair on the peddle - it was just minding its business on the road and didn’t want to end in someone else’s garden.
Getou takes him to the arcade even if it’s too late to be out (they have homework to do) and pays for his first round of games so that Gojo could stop pouting at him. He tries to ignore how it makes him feel that Gojo was maybe interested in going out with a random (but brave) girl he never spoke with.
They end up at the Karaoke place after that. It’s all v nice and fun except that Shoko is not with them and someone might mistake that for a date if it weren’t that they’re best friends and all. No date, only friends. It does look like a date tho.
They almost accidentally kiss during Karaoke. In a bro way.
Btw I also think that Gojo would be annoying about his love letters and how popular he is and at all the little things and bits of chocolate he’d receive. Not in an asshole way, more in an obvious kind of way. He keeps some of the funny letters too, sometimes reads them out loud to Suguru when they’re alone, saying “damn this girl has fine fine taste, when are you writing a poem about my eyes? Uhm?”
There’s no sedating the dating rumors after this Valentine’s Day so Satoru knits him a scarf for White Day with the help of his fan club because he can get away with saying that it’s a practical joke. Since it’s Gojo, the scarf is perfect despite being the first and last thing Gojo knits. It’s weirdly thoughtful and misplaced in what Gojo is as a person so Getou gets incredibly flustered when he receives it. Gojo laughs at him and takes pictures.
They don’t ever talk about their almost accidental kiss until they actually, properly kiss in a not-bro way some months later. (Gojo says it out loud, not-bro, and Getou laughs on his neck so much he cries.)
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#geto suguru#gojo satoru#satosugu#satosugu headcanon#stsg#stsg brainrot#gojo x geto#goge#happy Valentine’s Day I guess??
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what's please save my earth about? I keep seeing you talk abt it and I'm like 👀
"Please save my Earth" tells the story of a pack of highschoolers and a 7year old boy, who thanks to their connected dreams find out they have been living as alien researchers, studying and watching over the earth from their base on the moon in their past life. They have been reincarnated as humans and have to come to terms with the complicated relationships they had in their past lives.
And oh boy it gets interesting.
Note that the aliens I'm talking about are basically some sort of humans but upgraded. They just come from different planets apparently and have powers like communicating with plants or straight up ESP. And small spoiler but for some of them their powers activate again during the series when they're human.
The original manga by Saki Hiwatari was published in the 80s and 90s and the 6-episode OVA came out in 1995. You can watch it on YouTube although I wish I had access to a better quality of it. Personally I think the anime adaptation left some things kind of unsolved, there are implications to what happened but no deep dive into it, which is why I started reading the manga! Hopefully I'll find out more about what didn't make it on screen. So far I really like it, it's been a while since I've read shoujo, it has some humour in it and apparently it starts getting more serious and dark later on.
If you saw me posting about Jinpachi and Issei - they're kind of a subplot, the main character is Alice (Arisu) and Rin, the 7 year old menace. Their relationship is complicated and takes various turns.
Lastly for possible content warnings: there is an age gap relationship in please save my earth. It is also complicated but nothing too... shocking (??) for someone who isn't used to seeing stuff like that talked about in media. It's very tame if you ask me, you'd need to find out yourself orz
Anyways! I think I can recommend giving it a shot, it's really short but the artstyle of the anime is so ahh delicious, the characters feel so solid and shaped, I love that. And the animation is very nice as well!
(x), (x)
#I just need to find it in better quality than on youtube....#please save my earth#answered#ah also shoutout to this artist who draws lot's of gorgeous fanart for this series on pixiv - MBM (27035001)#I wish I could repost some of their art here.. or maybe find them somewhere else? :3#I could post my own psme to pixiv maybe...
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Ladies Man- Pt.1
a ran x reader series
trigger warnings: a little cussing, reader is female
A/N: I’ve decided to post more often, so here is a Ran dump I had saved in my drafts, because I love him so much.
Ran Haitani was the epitome of a ladies man. The very definition of one. His appearance and his charming personality was enough to with anyone over. Tall, well built but slim, with long hair tied up into braids, a pretty face and most of all, his calculating violet eyes that managed to capture the hearts of any girl he set his sights on. And he just was so seemingly effortless and graceful in all that he did. He was suave, charismatic, the list goes on. Not to mention, being able to take charge over the Roppongi district at such a young age and being apart of multiple gangs did wonders for the bad boy persona that so many females seem to like. Long story short, these advantageous traits made him extremely attractive. That’s why Ran Haitani, has always lived the good life when it came to dating. With one luck, he can wrap a girl around his finger. Who wouldn’t use this skill to their advantage?
This is precisely the reason when his younger brother Rindou didn’t even bat an eye when yet another one of his girlfriends came over to his house to disrupt the minimal peace he had. Living with such a popular brother like Ran isn’t easy. Naturally, with talents like these, a little bit of bragging is clearly understandable, right? So, obviously, Ran showed them off at every given moment. At last, what seemed like centuries later, the girl left looking utterly pleased that she was able to spend some time with a guy that seems like he came out of some fantasy shoujo manga.
After she left, Ran plopped on the living room couch looking bored and displeased. “What’s up with you?” Rindou inquired. “Shouldn’t your dumbass be smirking in my face telling me about how many girls you manage to pull?
“Aw come now, I understand you’re jealous but that’s no reason to insult your phenomenal elder brother, now is it?” Ran retorted.
Rindou merely rolled his eyes, however his exasperation quickly faded when he saw that the look on Ran’s face returned to displeasure. “Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? How can you look dissatisfied after hooking up with a girl?” Rindou asked his brother.
“I wish I could be as simple minded as you, Rindou.” The elder Haitani melodramatically sighed. “You see, when you’re as attractive as I am, you can get anyone to like you. And that’s exactly my problem. I get all these girls to like me, and majority of them are smoking too. But they’re all the same, just trying to get in my pants because they think I’m some hot bad boy gangster, which I mean, I am....but I think I just want someone to like me for me.”
Rindou blinked. “Bro... are you on crack?”, was the only thing the younger Haitani was able to spew out after hearing Ran’s rather surprising monologue. “I never thought I would see the day where Ran Haitani would be tired of hooking up and actually want to commit to a relationship.” Ran didn’t say anything but glared at his brother. Rindou, if he wanted to, could also be a complete asshole. “Well, Ran, you’ll find someone someday. But, there is no point in moping around. If you want a committed relationship with someone, get off your ass, find someone you like, and use your charms. And quit hooking up with girls who only want you for shallow reasons if it bothers you that much.”
Ran stiffened at being called out but grudgingly accepted that his brother was right. Rindou has always been the wiser one among the two. He simply tilted his head back against the couch and hoped that someone would come along soon...
“CRAP!!!” I’m gonna be late!!” You leapt out of your bed, when you realized that school would start in 20 mins. You had spent majority of the night before cramming for an extremely important test of yours, which lead to you oversleeping due to your exhaustion. Within a matter of minutes, you somehow managed to shove some sort of food in your mouth, sort your appearance out and pack your bags before bolting out the door.
“I think I may just have set a world record for fastest time to get ready”, you said as you were jogging at a quick pace. You pulled out your phone and checked the time. “Oh god, I’m gonna have to speed things up a notch if I want a hope of making it.” You swiftly quickened your pace. Upon focusing on being able to maintain a steady pace, you weren’t paying attention too much, which caused you to full on collide with an extremely tall person, which caused them to spill their drink they were holding, on their clothes.
You straightened yourself out before looking up at the stranger. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!! I was in a rush because I didn’t want to be late for class and I wasn’t paying attention.” You looked at the guy, who had shrewd, calculating eyes and stared at you. “Um, I’ll probably be late, but I can buy you a drink to compensate?” You got a better look at the man, and despite being soiled with his drink, he was extremely handsome, with long braids accentuating his pretty face. And..silent. He was starting to freak you out.
Meanwhile, in Ran Haitani’s mind, he didn’t know how to speak. He couldn’t gather his voice. What the hell is happening? He thought to himself. He was basically a professional flirt, so why was he struggling so much to recollect himself? He looked at the stranger before him. She was tinier than him, and stared at him apprehensively, and not to mention, she was incredibly cute. Beautiful. But not like anyone he was used to dealing with. He was used to dealing with girls with top-tier designer clothes, heavy makeup, and professionally done hair, and well... she was the opposite. She had a basic school uniform thrown on, which was disheveled, and a couple crumbs of food on her cheeks. And, she spilled a hot drink on him. So, how did Ran Haitani manage to fall so hard?
“Hello, dude...are you good?? Yes or no to that offer? I’d really appreciate an answer fast. I need to go to school.” You asked him, nearing the end of your patience. He snapped out of his reverie that you placed him in. “Hm..I dunno...I, Ran Haitani might need something more...” And at that, he internally cringed. Where had his eloquence gone? I, Ran Haitani?? Who says that in this day and age?? So, therefore, Ran wasn’t surprised when you looked at him funny. “Well, pretty...how about a date with me, hm? I think that’s payment enough. And, I promise it’ll be fun.” That should do it, Ran thought. Most girls would swoon if they could spend one NANOSECOND with me. And, your disgusted face made his heart drop, and he felt nervous. This was the first time he was so desperate for a girl to say yes. He wondered how someone like you managed to have so much power over him. How did you make him, of all people become a simp?
“Um...no thank you. I’m not really into the arrogant pretty-boy asshole type. But look! Those girls are!” You exclaimed, pointing to a small group of screeching girls staring at Ran. You pushed past him, as he stood dumbfounded. But, you quickly turned back and pushed a wad of crumpled bills into his unsuspecting hand.
“For the drink. Sorry for the disturbance, Ran Haitani.” And with that, you managed to make Ran Haitani come to a standstill. All he could do is stare at your distant figure, that retreated quickly.
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I may have followed you for BSDante but between ORV posting and getting me hooked on Shinozaki-kun...
I beg for your recommendations list because you have Taste.
baby all I read is historical romance. Read dungeon meshi and mob psycho 100 i guess
some good manga, no particular theme
The Summer Hikaru Died - READ THIS. Middle school summer love story BL crushed by psychological/cosmic horror
telework yobanashi - slice of life romance about a guy working from home getting to know his apartment neighbour
sensitive boy - shoujo romance about a boy trying to understand 'normal' after being sexually assaulted in middle school, with a variety of experiences with the concept of sex and relationships like a (seemingly?) aromantic woman and a (canonically) asexual classmate
I Was Summoned by Mistake, but I'm the Heroine - geni yuu has an entire manga cinematic universe about isekai girls and this is the first one. very pre-lightnovel-isekai storytelling style with post-lightnovel-isekai tropes.
A World Where Everything Definitely Becomes BL vs. The Man Who Definitely Doesn't Want To Be In A BL - for my eminent yaoi scholars
Heterogeneous Linguistics - dungeon meshi for languages. Linguist ventures to the land of Fantasy Monster Races where each has their own fascinating language and writing system and each have their own ways to communicate with other races, helping him slowly piece together how they communicate (with the help of his teacher's young half-wolfman daughter)
When a Cat Faces West - by the author of Mushishi so you know the vibes are good, a tiny investigation office for reality-bending incidents coloured by the people they happen to.
Double House - Simple story of a lesbian runaway and a trans woman bouncing off each other as they grapple with what it means to be a woman.
Yomi no Tsugai (Daemons of the Shadow Realm) - Arakawa Hiromu's new manga. Really good. I won't spoil anything besides the fact it's about several factions of people who can contract spirits with special abilities to fight vying to obtain the main character, who's auspicious birth heralds a vast potential power
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