[kisstrela]

hello ! i'm 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚, she/her, your local oat milk addict, no. 1 lizzy mcalpine fan and ultimate fictional man kisser. i primarily write for l&ds and jjk, and i may not be the best of writers, but i will actually crash out if i don't write SOMETHING so expect spontaneous uploads of the odd drabble, headcanon and full fic ♡

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𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑. gojo satoru | currently undergoing editing.

this is how we cope.

knight au w 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮.

you use 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 as your personal makeup doll.

𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐌. gojo satoru | ao3 .

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𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. sylus | chapter 1 . ao3 .

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐒. all love interests | ao3 .

girl dad 𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 because i can.

pirate!sylus -> 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖’𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑.

warlord sylus -> 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓.

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 .ᐣ (reupload).

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 .ᐣ (reupload).

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many of you expressed concern at my disappearance in june/july 2024, and that was due to my account being broken into and deleted. originally, i joined and began posting my fics in may 2024, but i made a new account soon after the deletion and i have reuploaded most of my works to tumblr and ao3 since july. thank you all for such kindness, and the continued support throughout the year. i am blessed to have such lovely readers as you all.

all rights reserved © kisstrela 2026. do not copy, repost, redistribute, translate, plagiarise or modify my work(s) in any way on any platform. thank you.

[kisstrela]

chapter 13 of wfy is now live!! thank you all for waiting so long and patiently 🥹 and with that, however, is now the time for me to officially announce my hiatus and log off for the next month or so until finals are over 🙂‍↕️ plenty more updates to come afterwards!! once again thank you all for sticking with me!! <3

[kisstrela]

gojo taking yuji, nobara and megumi to the aquarium where he took riko……even though it would’ve brought back some very painful memories……and watching over them as they admire the sights with that fond smile on his face…..hanging out and having fun on the shores of okinawa like he did 12 years earlier……i’m gonna be sick

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Shoko’s fans

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Cheese!!!!

[kisstrela]

yay the first chapter of my new gojo series is up!! only took me good few months lmao. hope you guys enjoy, i worked hard on it!! the fic is one im excited to get started with 💪

[kisstrela]

all in favour of a new theme???

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i have this thing where i get an idea and start on the first chapter of it just to put the words down on the page before i lose interest in it a day later and let the doc gather dust for a few months. then i rediscover it, read it over, and go "why did i kinda cook w this?" because for once i'm not cringing myself out with my own past writing. but the thing is, i can write 10k of it, but after losing interest and dropping it, then rediscovering it again, i may THINK it's worth continuing, but i don't have the impetus or any further ideas to, yk???? or else it takes me about a year (looking at you ad infinitum) for me to get back around to it. it's hard to explain. it's always the ones i'm mildly satisfied with the premise of that never see the light of day lol

[kisstrela]

guess who finally finished all her assignments (all but ONE, but that's not due for a while!!!) and can finally work on chapter 13 of wfy?????

[kisstrela]

lowkey it's the emotional attachment you have to that one notepad you've had on hand to scribble down every idea and plot point and twist and backstory and worldbuilding notes and timelines etc etc etc and it's truly gotten you through thick and thin ☹️ but now it's almost out of paper because you've used it so much ☹️

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the stubborn heart we share.

cw: MDNI. suggestive themes, insecurity, hurt/comfort, too many metaphors, quiet!reader, reader is implied to be the antithesis of Sylus; unlike him in almost every observable way. w.c: 850 words. notes: this is purely a vent, to be honest.

 Many a times, Sylus watched as the flurry of diverging shapes adorning your fragmented form dissolved into the shadows. Face overcast, strands of hair flowing over your cheeks, weaving your visage into an enigma; countenance unreadable as you, akin to the plentiful stars, faded beneath the crowd’s gleam.  

You were used to living in shadows. Used to being a wallflower—attaching yourself to a dull corner, climbing the darkness and eyeing the crowd from above. 

“I find people more interesting than myself,” you had murmured, expressionless as your gaze traversed beyond the crowd, bleeding into their souls, “I’m merely a reader.” 

Your inquisitive stare bore into all but Sylus, but if you had bothered to cast him a glance, you would’ve seen the frown etched deep into his face. Why would you yearn to disappear, when he had spent half his life preparing—preparing to flaunt you, to blind himself with your shine, to hold you to the world and revel as they seethed at what they could never have?  

“Don’t you see?” His voice nudged, firm, unrelenting, breaking you out of your trance. “You shine the brightest.” And yet, his words had never reached you. You only smiled, nodded, and returned, as if it were merely a compliment bestowed out of necessity, to play the part of love-struck mates. In your ignorance, his heart clenched. How could you ever see? You—who had veiled all mirrors, refusing to stare yourself in the face. You, who had refused to look into his eyes. You, who always retreated, stepping back as a crowd surrounded himself. And he would reach, lift his arm, call out your name, but you did not turn back. 

The wind would not carry you to his arms, but in every lifetime, strip you away. And in this universe, you did not fight it, did not oppose the direction of its flow. 

The nights you withered in silence, bubbling like an overflowing pot; he held you ever so gently. He would still the moon, silence the buzz of life if it had meant you would feel safer in this world. It was amidst the melancholy of these nights that he would whisper to you, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the dip of your palm, pressing gently on your vein, relishing in how it throbbed in sync with your heartbeat: “We are kindred spirits. We are one and the same.” 

But at his solace, you would only respond with a soft smile and a bundle of words wrapped with your insecurity—”We are not alike. You and me, we are worlds apart.” 

Oh, how his eyes burned with tears at your upsetting ignorance. How your lover yearned to merely encompass you in his heart, to drown you beneath his ribs and let you peer into his writhing bag of flesh. For if you had, you would know: kindred spirits can be two souls so unalike; their only tether is their unbridled love. For adoration blossoms only amidst hearts that are kin.  

“We are wrong.” His heart would break at your words. “We are not meant to be. You detest philanthropy, and I detest immorality. How could we have ever come to be?” 

“Why have you chosen me? Why me, and not someone more like yourself? I am a bird who will never fly. I am the dove who will always choose the cage.” 

Sylus pushed his mouth up to yours, threaded through the strands of your hair, and reassured: “The ways of the heart cannot be explained. It does what it wills, and cannot will what it wills.” 

And amidst some nights, when two bodies intertwined, moving against each other in a cocktail of bliss and sorrow, of sweat and stray tears, you would respond to him in agreement, tears bulging from your eyes, dripping down your lashes, curling in its path down your cheek; “Because what is love if not discrimination?” A soft, trembling smile would adorn your face. 

And in response, Sylus would cradle your cheek, kiss your tears away, and hold you up to the small world the two of you built upon your love. “Nobody is a paragon. We are all selfish in our affections. Because a stubborn heart does what it wills.” A chaste kiss captured your lips, the devotion seeping into your tongue like bleeding watercolor. “But bearing a heart is not a sin.” 

In each other’s arms, you would unwind, unravel, and come undone a thousand times and over. You would bleed, laugh, wail, and love. Love is discrimination. Love is selfish. But the act of loving is not a transgression. Even if you fled from his unbridled adoration, Sylus would trust in your return. If you dissolved into the darkness, Sylus would stand as the object casting the shadow. For you to step outside your cage and spread your wings, your lover would perpetuate an eternity, and throughout that endless stretch of time, he would await the first whites of your feathers soaring in the sky. 

“We are kindred spirits,” Sylus smiled, “Our hearts will always beat in rhythm.” 

[kisstrela]

i got my hands on zayne’s card for this current banner the other and just got around to playing it…….guys.

[kisstrela]

omg mappa was so QUICK with that modulo trailer and WAS THAT MY DEAD WIFE GOJO????????? IN THAT PHOTO WITH YUJI, NOBARA & MEGUMI???? HELLO????? let’s not do this! it’s an extremely sensitive topic for me!

[kisstrela]

i feel like it gets to a point where i’m like. can you get over it already. it’s not healthy to be crying three times a week over a fucking FICTIONAL character’s death. like gojo isn’t even REAL mate it’s been OVER 2 years 😭😭 you’re a grown ass woman act like one

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WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE UPCOMING MULTIBANNER HELLO

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here’s to likely one of the wildest, if not THE wildest, things i’ve written 🙂‍↕️ posting this to prepare you all and myself for what’s to come in tmtylr….. sylus x reader

He’s a good kisser. He’s a damn good kisser. He’s got you all breathless and frazzled and driven right out of your mind, and it’s been barely three minutes. He’s way too good at this.

“Sylus—mmf—!” And the man is on you again, hardly letting you steal even a short breath of air, ravenous and insatiable and unyielding. Full lips hot and hard and velvety and soft and moulded to your own seamlessly, hands in your hair. He won’t stop. He won’t stop until he’s had his fill, and even then, he’ll keep going.

“So…” Sylus is murmuring, head tilting this way and that, tongue laving against yours, “so beautiful. What did—“ He puts next to no effort into hoisting you up by the hips further onto his lap, chest slotted to yours and rumbling with pleasured little groans and grunts and sighs into your mouth. “—this wretch of a man do to deserve you, hm?”

Sylus’s hands are so big, and hold you so gently, so firmly, so securely, while you tangle your fingers in his soft locks and tug him a little closer. As if you both aren’t about to practically fuse together from how there simply isn’t even a sliver of space left between the two of you. You reciprocate his impassioned kisses with a vehemence of your own, and you clutch that warm, solid body of his to you despairingly, like he’s your saving grace. Maybe he is. “Hm—Sy—mmph—can’t breathe…”

“Need you,” he simply breathes in reply, voice a deep, winded rasp. “God, sweetheart—hm—you’re so—”

Your bleary eyes meet his half-closed ones, hazy and dark and molten, but holding an undeniable gleam of adoration. It brightens those scarlet hues of his, usually so dim with the blood he’s spilled, giving a shine to them that isn’t commonly seen otherwise. Solely with you. He only ever looks at you that way. With a gaze only a jagged, fragmented man who has seen and done and suffered far too much is capable of.

It hollows out your chest and then replenishes it with warmth. Affection. Love. He’s all purity and candour. How can a man so sullied be so blameless? How did you earn his devotion, his commitment, in all its earnestness and sincerity? Sylus won’t stop kissing you. It’s like he can’t. It’s like it physically wounds him to part from you, and perhaps it drives deeper than the outward when it happens. His chest is heaving when he finally detaches his lips from yours with an audible smack, and his mouth hangs open, eyes staring up and at you with an intensity that roots you to the spot, puffs of heavy breaths softly gusting against your nape. “Ha…Ha…You—you okay, sweetheart?”

“…Yeah,” you eventually reply, slumping, limp all over, burying your face into his sweaty neck. Your head’s spinning, as it always is after a heated session with the man. Sylus’s shirt is all crumpled, half-unbuttoned, wide, toned chest peeping out from beneath the silky material. You’re not much different. “Just…need to catch my breath.”

One of his hands settles on the small of your back, rubbing gentle circles into your flesh. The other grasps your thigh, keeping you steady. “Too eager, was I?”

“You’ve been worse,” you snicker, perhaps a bit weakly, mouth throbbing. Your entire body is throbbing.

His head turns and he’s nuzzling your temple, burying his nose into your hair, kissing the crown of your head, as he chuckles too. “My apologies, sweetheart, but I fear I have zero remorse.”

“Of course you don’t.” You’re smiling into his nape. “Such a sentiment is nonexistent to you.”

“Uh-huh.” And you’re suddenly being lifted off his shoulder and onto the cushions beneath, his powerful frame looming above you, all broad shoulders and big arms and a toothy smirk. “That means there’s something here to continue, without remorse, right?”

You smack his upper arm, biting back a grin. “Shove it, you big oaf. You do realise we’ve got a meeting to attend.”

Sylus is nudging your collar with his nose, pressing soft kisses to your skin. “Eh.” His wide shoulders lift and lower with an indifferent shrug. “It can wait.”

And he’s on you again.

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