I Don't Know About Everyone Else But I Find It Absurd That It Was Never Mentioned Again Throughout The

Dating Gojo doodles

Feyre: So how do you know when your sister has arrived? She just pops up out of nowhere sometimes.

Cass:*Walks past covered in red glitter and grumbles* She's done it again call Amren before I take the glitter and shove it down her throat.

Rhys:*Sighs* That's how.

Narcissa(OC):*Walks in smiling shaking glitter off of her wings* Heyy guyss.

Cass:*Pounces for her*

Cass and Narcissa:*Rolling around on the ground a blur of wings, red glitter and weapons*

Narcissa: Fucking Illyrian babies! *bites Cass's ankle*

Feyre and Rhysand: *Walk away slowly*

The Shadowsinger and The Mistress of Love and Lust Pt.2

As the first rays of dawn break over the horizon, I finally allow myself to rest, leaning against him, our bodies entwined. His once bloody and torn wings are now starting to heal, the skin slowly knitting itself back together. There's still a long way to go, but we've made it through the night, and that's a victory in itself. I let myself relax against the man who I had loved for centuries the one who is now my mate, we haven't even gotten to talk about it the way we are bound to each other. To be completely honest I don’t know if I should even be sleeping beside him since he has said nothing to me other then “Mate” that doesn't mean he accepts it but it also doesn't mean he doesn’t.

I close my eyes, allowing the exhaustion to take over. But even as I drift off, I know that when I wake, I'll be ready to face another day, to continue the fight, to heal and protect my mate. I also know that he will do the same for me even if he doesn’t accept the Bond because that is just the type of man he is one with a heart. You may not be able to tell under all the brooding and shadowy exterior but he is one of the kindest most genuine men I have ever met.

His soft whisper rouses me from my sleep, "Thank you, Cici," and I squeeze his hand in response, and blush lightly noticing our proximity and the way we are both covered in his blood. “uh how about a bath?” I ask easing up from the bed moaning my exhaustion taking over me. Before my pain fully takes over I could’ve swore he said something about how he’d only take one if I joined him. I feel my old scars they are sore and my eyes are slowly lose their sight. I think quickly and using the last of my strength I winnow to Cassian and Nesta’s tent. “Cass? Nes?”

I stumble in blindly bumping into a wall- wait not a wall my best friend, Cass! “Cia are you alright?” he asks shaking me lightly and looking me over. “Where's Az is he ok” he asks frantic. “H-he's fine but I need help,” I say shakily. “My powers are weak and without anything to refuel them before I'm done with Az….” My eyes are welling up with my bloody gold tears and I let them fall.

Cass scoops me into a warm, brotherly hug. I hear Nesta approach, “What do you need to refuel?” she asks me and I can’t help but assume she is crossing her arms like I have watched her do for years when she gets curious. I smile, my senses and skills really show when I'm blind it almost makes me want to stay this way, but I will miss colors and glitter being able to see my family's smiling faces.

“Blood,” my voice shaky as I say it. Nesta huffs and hear footsteps shuffling around next thing I know I loose the presence of my best friend and I'm left myself. I can’t help but let my tears fall. I hear them again and Nesta approaches me grabbing my hands. “Eris said he’ll help he said he's done it before,” she says in a hushed tone.

Which brings me back to the time I spent with Eris camped in a cave hiding from threats, as he survived on animals we killed and my powers keeping him afloat as I kept myself replenished with his strong High Fae blood. He was the first High Fae I had ever drunken from. He allowed me to keep drinking from him as long as he stayed strong and healthy we survived 4 months out in the wilderness that way.

“Where is he?! I need it now,” I say agitated wanting to get back to my mate. “He is going to the healing tent to gather supplies,” “Alright thank you so much Nes,” I said leaning up to give her a kiss on the check which ends up rather sloppily on her ear. She laughs, a sound I haven’t heard from her in awhile. Eris helps me and gives me a few bags of fresh blood so I don't have to wonder around like that again. I rush back to Az fully recharged and ready to help him as much as I can.

Fic/Lore idea pt.3

*before we get into it I just wanna show you how I picture Yume and Ayumu these aren’t set appearances and I made these with future scenes in mind*

The one on the left is Ayumu and the one on the right is Yume(that design is closer to Yamika- just picture her with colorful hair, without the extra eye and her tattoos are hidden)

Scene: Jujutsu High Dorm Room – Late Night

The dorm was quiet. Most of the school was already asleep.

Yamika sat at the edge of their shared bed, makeup half wiped off, her multicolored hair let down from its stylized chaos. The moonlight from the window pooled on the floor, casting soft glows against her skin. Her swirling eyes were calm now—subdued into gentle colors that shifted lazily, like oil on water.

She stared at her reflection in the dark glass of the window. And then, softly—

“Ayumu.”

Ayumu’s voice stirred gently from within. “Still here.”

Yamika sighed. “I think I’m broken.”

“Why?”

“I like him.”

“Yuji?”

Yamika groaned and fell back onto the bed, flinging an arm over her eyes. “Don’t say it out loud.”

“You’re talking out loud.”

Yamika gritted her teeth. “He’s… sweet. And real. And warm. And… not completely disgusting like my father. But he is my father’s vessel. It’s gross. I’m gross.”

Ayumu giggled gently. “You’re not gross. You’re just… human. Sort of.”

“I’m not supposed to feel anything,” Yamika muttered. “I’m the one who keeps the walls up. You’re the soft one. I’m the cold-blooded backup plan.”

“You’re not just that.”

Silence stretched between them for a moment. Then Yamika asked:

“…Did it scare you? When you realized you loved him?”

Ayumu’s voice softened with a quiet fondness. “So much it made me sick.”

Yamika opened her eyes, blinking up at the ceiling. “And you kept it hidden all this time?”

“It’s not safe. Not for him. Not for me. But Gojo… he’s good at pretending. And he lets me feel normal, even if just for a little while.”

Yamika frowned. “He’s an idiot.”

“He’s my idiot.” Ayumu’s tone was warm. “And I’d rather love him in secret than not love him at all.”

“…I don’t want to love Yuji,” Yamika admitted, barely above a whisper. “But he makes me laugh. He talks to me like I’m real. He doesn’t know I’m a monster.”

“You’re not a monster,” Ayumu said gently. “You’re you.”

Yamika didn’t respond.

She rolled to her side, hugging a pillow to her chest.

“I don’t want to hurt him,” she whispered.

“Then don’t.”

“I don’t think I can stay in control around him.”

“Then we figure it out together.”

There was no reply for a moment. Just the quiet sound of Yamika’s breathing.

“…You really love him, huh?” she asked softly.

“Yeah.”

Yamika smiled faintly.

“I guess… we’re both doomed.”

“At least we’re doomed together.”

They both laughed—light, sad, and full of something that felt dangerously close to hope.

And in that moonlit stillness, they drifted off—not as Ayumu or Yamika or even Yume—but just two souls sharing the same quiet heart.

Fuck the Staar Test. Like first off im forced to be in a room for four hours most likely with people I hate anddd I can't eat, sleep, talk, nor get on my phone. What is this BUllSHIT?? Whats next no bathroom privleges?!-Some fucking jock pick me girl in 7th grade.

Satoru's mother hates how overly affectionate you are to her son.

Your mother-in-law, the lady of the Gojo Clan of the Great Three Sorcerer Clans, would throw endless "tsks" and "tuts" at you whenever she catches you red-handed spoiling her son. You'd argue that it wasn't really spoiling but more of being an attentive wife.

Satoru was a lovebug, after all. An honest to goodness, "Oh, this man is obsessed with his wife" kind of guy. He was always going, "Where is my WIFE?!" "Wifey!" "My wife!", and wasn't at all embarrassed to express just how much he loves you. You, in turn, never shy away from reciprocating his affection, whether it's by returning his crushing embraces or calling for him through the rooftops so he could hear where you were, regardless of who else could hear you. He didn't give two shits what his family thought of him, but his relatives and servants have lost count of how many times his piercing glares have sent a chill down their spines whenever they made even the slightest attempt to comment on your behavior.

They would catch you two in the strangest of situations. Strange in a sense that your affection for each other is so foreign to them. You, running your fingers through his silver hair, helping him out of his clothes... You being the first thing he seeks out whenever he arrives home. And him bringing you countless pretty and sweet things to fill your shared bedroom...

Your mother-in-law often tells you to stop coddling him, that he isn't a child to be babied— ("He's the strongest sorcerer of your generation, for crying out loud!" She'd always say...)

"He may be the strongest sorcerer of our generation, but he's still my dearest husband. And in our home, he is that and that alone."

Then again, Satoru has always been an odd bird himself, so together, you two made a lovely feather duster.

it's not overreacting, we all have different levels of sensitivity. if it hurts, it hurts. no explanation needed

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Satoru’s the type of boyfriend who takes your compliments as guidelines.

“Mm, you smell so good.” Now he’s wearing that same cologne every single day, buying extra bottles to stock up so he never runs out.

“I love your hair like that.” Now he wears it like that all the time. Messes it up a little bit on purpose because that’s how you like it.

“That color really suits you.” It’s the only color he wears from here on out.

“You look so handsome in that shirt.” After that, you have to tell him he can’t wear the same shirt every day.

“I love when you laugh like that.” Any other kind of laugh slips out of him, he’s pissed at himself. That was the wrong one.

“I like your other sunglasses better.” He does now, too. The first pair’s getting thrown in the garbage.

You can doll him up all you want. Anything for your affection, your attention, your admiration. He loves feeling loved by you. It’s a high he’s constantly chasing.

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Amora Orihara my Jujutsu Kaisen oc! She’s the counselor of Jujutsu High.