HI GUYS!!! kat here again!! I’ve decided to reboot this tumblr as a whatever-the-fuck-i-wanna-write kinda thing. If you want to send in a request, go ahead. anything is fair game with writing at this point with me :)
What I will do:
Smut
Angst
Headcannons
Blurbs
One-Shots
Series (if the idea is inspiring enough!)
Character Studies
Scenarios
What I won’t do:
Super long action scenes (please, i just rlly suck at them man)
FANDOMS!
ANIME
Jujutsu Kaisen:
Yuji Itadori
Megumi Fushiguro
Toji Fushiguro
Satoru Gojou
Nanami Kento (my beloved)
Suguru Geto
Yuta Okkotsu
Maki Zen’in
Sukuna
Attack on Titan:
Reiner Braun (lowkey main him)
Eren Jaeger
Jean Kirstein
Zeke Jaeger
Armin Arlert
Mikasa Ackerman
Erwin Smith
Levi Ackerman
Death Note
Light Yagami
L
Misa Asame
MOVIES/TV SHOWS
Star Wars:
Kylo Ren/ Ben Solo
Din Djarin
Cassian Andor
OBI WAN KENOBI
Anakin Skywalker
Padme Amidala
Captain Rex
Cal Kestis
VIDEO GAMES
Cyberpunk 2077:
Johnny
Jackie
GORO TAKEMURA
Modern Warfare:
Alex
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick (reboot version!)
John Price
John ‘Soap’ Mactavish
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
Yuri
…Makarov
Red Dead Redemption:
Arthur Morgan
John Marston
Dutch van der Linde
What I will do:
Smut
Angst
Headcannons
Blurbs
One-Shots
Series (if the idea is inspiring enough!)
Character Studies
Scenarios
What I won’t do:
Super long action scenes (please, i just rlly suck at them man)
haiii im alive guys! its been a few years again, i’ll write more soon </3 i started this blog when i was still in hs and now im so old oh my god im geriatric now
hii sorry finals have been killing me but I’m almost done n then I’ll write more stuff and your requests! In the meantime, enjoy some sad shit. I just wanted to write something.
Synopsis: Flowers fill her lungs but she still chooses to stay.
Warnings:
lowkey gore
eren is ooc and a sociopath (sorry)
vomiting
WC: 1k+
AO3
unedited
The taste of iron floods her mouth as hemoglobin taints her taste buds. Her hands instinctively find themselves to her lips, staining black under the strobing blue light. She pushes through the crowd, her vision blears as the lights flicker and the burning in her esophagus begins to overwhelm her. She stands in front of the women’s bathroom, blood seeping through the cracks in her fingers when she shoves a stall door open.
She worthlessly kneels at the toilet, as a whore to a rich man would. Her throat constricts, saliva and ichor pooling in her mouth. She coughs, the blood splattering against the pristine white toilet bowl and a petal falls into and pollutes the water. Another is expelled as her body convulses against the porcelain, blood swirls around the bowl and dilutes its contents as she wheezes.
Oxygen is not enough, her lungs can no longer expand through the pain. She collapses against the stall’s wall and clutches her ribs. The rattling in her lungs grows quiet as she slows her breath.
“I knew it,” Eren stands in front of the stall with his arms crossed. He watches her with mirth while she attempts to regain her composure. She has no energy left to acknowledge him when her heart rate begins to pick up in his presence.
Her throat prickles at the low rumble of his voice, she coughs into her hand; blood catches in her palm. She throws an arm around the toilet and purges her evidence of shame. Blue florets sway in the blood as if they were still one with flora in the wind.
Behind her, Eren closes the door and crouches to just above her level. She stills at the toilet even when the flowers are no longer inside of her. The gore remains as she spits it onto the blossoms. He calls her name, the pitch of each syllable hanging in the air.
The woman finally turns to face him, eyes reddened and lips swollen. Eren’s hand cradles her hot cheek smattered with ruptured capillaries, “it happens all the time.” He lowers his palm to her jaw, his thumb strokes her fattened lip, gathering the viscous liquid beginning to spill, “pathetic.”
She doesn’t lean into his hold; she cannot afford to. She has finally learned after these months just how much Eren believes his touch is worth. After enough bloomed bruises and puffed cuts, she knows.
She doesn’t speak, she knows what he will already say. His mouth will litter praises over how fucked she is. How pretty her body is killing itself over him. How unfortunate that her brain decided him of all people to cherish; that it’s her own fault for loving him.
“Just a little bit left then I’m finally free of you.” Eren pushes his thumb through her lips, the blood drowning his digit.
There was a time when she believed she loved him, before she had learned to hate flowers. They met on a sidewalk of a busy street, Eren had bumped into her when she was just another face in the crowd. He apologized and helped her pick up her belongings and charmed her into a drink at a nearby cafe.
A few hours had passed before Eren had to go and left her with a piece of paper with his number on it. Anxiety saturated her at the thought of texting him but a few days later she found herself walking to the same cafe to meet with him.
Their relationship moved quickly, she had become enamored with who he was, how kind and considerate Eren would appear. She learned that he’d take the time out of his day to do anything for her, anything for anyone. One month in and she introduced him to her parents who welcomed him inside their home with beaming smiles. Afterwards her mother nudged her with a wink while he rolled up his sleeves and took over the task of washing dishes, “he’s the one.” She sent both of them home with leftovers, something she’d only do for her daughter.
More months have skirted away as she spent her days with Eren. He’d bring her out to slow dance on the rooftop of her apartment, he’d leave delphiniums for her vase in the kitchen, he’d tell her how pretty she looked, he’d whisper promises of their future together after sex, he’d even hold her hand as she did the most menial tasks.
It ended when she found him fucking another woman into his couch after Eren had texted her to come over. He met her eyes as her heart withered within its place, his cock still stuffed into the girl. Nausea filled her senses, forcing her to run to the bathroom. Hunched over the toilet, she gagged. Blood trickled out with a single blue petal. She knew what it meant. Within a few minutes he met her in the bathroom, looking over her shoulder and into the toilet. His laugh filled the room as she submerged herself within denial over her eventual fate.
She didn’t bother leaving, she’d die alone otherwise. She began to grasp who Eren is within the next months: just how little he had cared for others, that he’d only do anything if it eventually benefited him or kept his façade. She learned how his caresses could turn into broken capillaries, she learned how he’d play with words to get his way, she learned that he enjoyed watching her fester away.
“You’re so much slower than the others,” he pulled his thumb from her mouth and grabbed her face, forcing her to look in his direction. His fingers dug into her skin and smeared her blood around, “focus on me.”
Her eyes slowly dragged themselves up and into his gaze. Her respirations slowed the more he shook her head around. Her eyelids fluttered as the corners of his mouth pulled up. He knew. Her lungs strained and burned for air, the flowers suffocating them. Vermillion leaked out of the corners of her mouth and fell onto his wrist, “I hope you like me now.”
Just a small exercise that popped into my head as i’ve been listening to a lot of lana again.
Synopsis: Gojo is promised to a woman from another clan and hasn’t stopped your shared ministrations.
WC: 990
AO3
unedited
The other woman will never have his love to keep.
The pockmarked ceiling in Gojo’s room has never felt so engrossing; so full of detail, shadows swaying from blemishes she hasn’t noticed before. She swung a leg over the edge of the bed, kicking it to an imaginary rhythm while she put her lips to her cigarette.
Gojo remained on the balcony, promising honeyed endearments to his betrothed. His elbows sitting on the railing with his phone tucked close to his mouth. She took a deeper inhale of the cigarette; the smoke burning her trachea before remaining in her lungs. She kicked four beats into the bed and exhaled on the fifth.
She had reached the point where she learned not to listen to Gojo while he’s on the phone with her. Each promise he made to his fiance had sunk deep in her stomach, leaving a pit. She slumped against the pillows he had laid with her on just ten minutes ago until he scrunched her hair and said he had to deal with her.
A laugh resonated in the still night air, disturbing the smoke clouds she had created. She pinched her eyes shut and thought of another world, one where being born into a low-grade and weak family didn’t exist; another universe where marriages weren’t political and born of greedied words. Maybe then he’d love and marry her. She took another breath and tried to believe facile thoughts.
He used to kiss her on the forehead. Gojo would cradle her head into his chest and whisper to her instead of the other woman, the one from a powerful family. He’d hold her as if she were the most delicate thing in the world, like the flowers he’d wrap and leave for her.
When the news was broken about the unification of the two most powerful sorcery families, Gojo had assured you that it wouldn’t change anything between both of you. That she was nothing more than a guarantee for elders to mitigate their relationships. That his heart was yours to hold as was yours to him. Gojo had, however, silently plucked it back from your open palm with nothing but actions to end the deal while your anatomy remained beating in his.
It was only a week until the marriage. His fiance’s family had taken the meticulous responsibility of planning it. Gojo hadn’t been around as much, as was expected, until he sent a text to her in the evening. She hadn’t planned on going, when she read his message she wanted nothing more than to pull away and wallow in her room.
She found herself walking the same route she always did on her way to his room, continuing her tradition of counting down the amount of stairs to walk up until she reached his floor. She still brushed the tips of her fingers along the brick wall two doors before his. She still waited four beats before knocking on his door with the back of her palm in the same spot.
Gojo welcomed her in with a large smile, his sunglasses sliding down his nose as he looked over her. From there, they found themselves in the same routine: sitting on his couch in their spots, talking before his hand took to her thigh and sliding up with each time he spoke. She gives into his touch and lets him have his way with her, lets him bite down on her neck while burying himself deep inside of her. She lets him pull her back with a fistful of her hair, she lets him spit in her mouth and calls her a slut, claiming her for his and only his use.
When they came down from their highs he tossed her an old shirt from his drawers to clean up and only mess her hair before opening his phone to call her and heading for his balcony. There were no more loving words exchanged or strands of her brushed out of her face before he’d kiss her.
For the past seven times this happened, she promised to herself it’d be the last. That he wasn’t good for her but she only found herself corroborating that cigarettes weren’t good for her but yet she still struck one each time he was finished with her. That she still cherished the burn from the smoke and maybe the smolder in her heart too.
“I thought I told you to not smoke in my room?” Gojo grinned and leaned against the glass door to his terrace.
She exhaled, turning in his direction before blowing the smoke out, “thought you told your fiance you want only her?”
He put a hand over his heart and feigned hurt while he approached the foot of the bed, “ouch, jealous?”
The woman put the cigarette back in her mouth and sat up, stretching her limbs and quickly surveyed the room for her clothes. “Not really,” she stood to her feet and puffed the tobacco when grabbing her underwear. Gojo watched her from a distance, smirking as she pulled her clothes on.
“I’ll see you soon then,” he closed the gap, walking behind her while she combed through her hair with her fingers in the mirror. She furrowed her brows, not bothering to look at him when he smoothed a wrinkle in her shirt.
She finally removed the cigarette from her lips and focused on him in the mirror, “until next time.” He nodded and unlocked his door, opening it for her. She took a last look at his face before exchanging the gesture and continued counting the steps until she was finally surrounded by solitude.
just a little little teeny tiny bit for u guys. a crumb, if you will. unedited for now, no beta as we die like men.
ps i also finished death note so pls request <33 love u guys <33 kat
Breath stills in her lungs as his hand holds her jaw, the other brushing the strands of hair away from her forehead, his eyes analyzing the source of blood. “You didn’t listen to me,” Nanami sighs and pulls his hand away. He removes himself from between her legs and grabs a cloth folded neatly on the hotel’s marbled vanity.
The air expels from within her with an annoyed moan, “you think I ever want to listen to you?” He holds the cloth under the faucet before wringing it dry.
“I should have expected that from you by now,” he turns back to face her and pats the top of her thigh resting on the counter, “move.”
Reluctantly, she spreads her legs and allows him to come closer. Nanami’s hand returns to the side of her face, holding her still. His pinky gently removes the stubborn bit of hair again before dabbing around the graze. “Why are you even doing this?” She focused on the bits of blonde sticking out from under Nanami’s glasses resting atop his hair.
He lifts his hand before narrowing his eyes at hers, “you wouldn’t do it properly, now be quiet and stay still.” The grip on her jaw tightens as Nanami moves his face closer to find the edge, his precise fingers guiding the cloth. A piece of the cloth touched exposed flesh, causing the girl to flinch from his touch. “Fuck, sorry.”
Expletives spew out of her mouth before placing her face back in his open palm. His thumb brushes the plump of her cheek under the pretense of just tidying up before he returns to her wound. She focuses on the circles beginning to form under his eyes, following the curves and lashes until she found the warm brown of his irises. Her nose scrunches when the cloth’s fibers begin to feel too rough.
Nanami adjusts the pressure of the cloth, His grip loosens as to take care and allows his thumb to draw another small circle into her cheek as an apology. She takes the opportunity to just slightly lean into the warmth of his palm.
A minute passes before the urge to annoy her partner surges through her thoughts again, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear.”
Nanami pulls the cloth away, “I prefer not to,” his eyes find a freckle on her cheek, once more he allows his thumb to rub the area as it definitely could be dirt. He gently taps the freckle before removing his hold and steps back to the sink. She watches him rinse the cloth out, the blood thinning out with the water in the basin.
The pressure of his touch ghosts along her skin, the soft circles he drew on her cheek. Nanami left the bathroom, leaving her sitting on the counter. She looked down at her own hands, tracing the beginnings of bruises marbling her knuckles. For a second she closed her eyes and ran a finger along her metacarpals in an attempt to mimic a few minutes before.
“You alright?” Nanami stood in the doorway with a red bag tucked under his arm and a pouch of juice in the other.
“You actually managed to remember my juice?”
this is gonna be a mini series but i have it planned out so expect it sometime :]
Can I request a jjk headcanon with yuji, megumi and inumaki(separately) and if you can't do them all just yuji which reader is a new first year from another country with a different culture and boys are trying to learn their language and culture? They/them or she/her please?
Idk if you're doing emoji anon thing but imma use one
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Stay safe, luv ya <3
you are so precious!!!! hope you are staying safe too!!! luv u snowie <3
i hope that this works for you!
Yuji Itadori:
Yuji would definitely want to know movies from your country.
He’d make excuses to hangout under the pretense of training your cursed energy and ask you to watch movies with him.
You didn’t really understand just how or why this was considered training but gave in.
He also falls asleep on you while watching movies and is impossibly heavy.
Nobara will sometimes walk in and take a picture to blackmail Yuji later.
Yuji will look up other movies or shows from your country and ask if you have seen them and if you’d watch them with him.
Even if you have watched them, you’ll still say you haven’t just to see the stupid grin on his face.
Yuji once barged into your room to ask you about an actor from one of your movie nights and found you holding a bowl of what he later described as, “the best thing I have ever eaten, I will cry myself to sleep if you never make that again”
He asked for a taste and ended up eating the whole thing before asking what it even was.
You explained it was something from back home you craved after a sudden bout of homesickness
He actually apologized for eating the whole thing and asked you for the recipe so he could ‘make it for you’ again
You obliged and accompanied him to the kitchen and made another bowl.
If you’re cooking something for yourself to remind you of home, this food-driven boy will sniff you out and beg for a bite (or seven).
Megumi Fushiguro:
One day, Megumi heard you say some words he didn’t recognize in a rather aggressive way which had piqued his interest.
So he asked you about it and you had to explain that yes, you do swear, and no, you will not teach him how to swear in your language (yet).
However after Megumi has heard you swear enough to know one of the words phonetically, he dropped the expletive after giving Yuji a whack on the head.
You gave up right there and ended up teaching him other words.
Megumi definitely uses these on Yuji and Gojo.
He has also found your spotify and stalked it.
He listened to some of your playlists and discovered music from your country which he added to his own (but won’t admit it).
You caught a glimpse of what he was listening to on his phone and was surprised to see an artist you enjoyed from back home.
You asked him about it and he just shrugged
But you already knew that he found them as he had accidentally left a like on one of your playlists but it was worth a try
Toge Inumaki:
Inumaki probably got to know you last out of everyone else due to the lack of communication.
The turning point in your friendship was when he walked into the kitchen while you were cooking a meal for your movie night with Yuji.
Assorted vegetables and ingredients common in your country were sprawled onto the counters.
Inumaki greeted you Konbu as you returned the nicety.
You ended up explaining what you were making in hopes of making a conversation with him.
Much like Yuji, he was intrigued by your cooking but not just by the taste.
He took interest in the ingredients and wondered if he could find more safe words
He did!
The first person he said a new safe word in front of was you and it was a vegetable from your country!
Inumaki often accompanied you while you cooked and helped when he could.
After returning from your first mission with Inumaki, you learned that he commonly used cough syrup for his throat.
You immediately went to the kitchen with Inumaki following close behind and started on a warm remedy from back home.
Ever since he tried it with a smile on his face, you make it a point to have some ready for him by the time he returns from any mission.
What do you think of Alex surviving the gas factory explosion? P.s. do you think Farah knows he is alive?
im sorry what
is this really how i found out that alex survived??? yep. i don’t play online but like hey at least the theories about him being ghost are no more then lol. As for farah knowing hes alive, after some quick digging around in the wiki, i honestly couldnt find much lore about the coalition thing?? so basically in my unprofessional opinion considering how classified the whole coalition thing is, i don’t think she does. Price may have told her but again, it is classified. sorry about the shitty answer ):
