Its All Rust And Stardust

Here lies past and present hyperfixations. 30, she/her

[olivejuicey]

hi all! just throwing it out there that i DO do requests for both JJK and Gachiakuta! Please note it’s for adult characters only :)

I’m kink friendly for the most part, so ask away and I am happy to oblige! Also open to just yapping about the harem of fictional men I am slowly accumulating! That being said, we are 18+ here, minors do not interact.

As always, and unequivocally, I don’t consent to have my work fed into or used to train AI. We’re not about this in this house~

[assiraphales]

if qui gon had been anakin’s master, anakin prob wouldn’t have gone to the dark side. not necessarily bc he’d been a better master, but bc obi wan would be the cool older bro he’d sneak out w and confide in instead of the fake father figure he felt the constant need to rebel against. ‘palpatine has been asking me to spend time with him…’ ‘NEVER trust a politician. wait, hold. why the kriff is a decrepit thing like him trying to hang out w a 12 year old’ ‘I’m in love w padme. I want to get married!’ ‘u still have a rat tail’

[thecorpsethatwalks]

re-watching the original trilogy is great because you really get a sense for how weird luke skywalker is, just how quickly he becomes that weird AND how quickly he commits to it. Like he's honestly pretty chill in a new hope, but the absolute INSTANT he figures out he can move shit with his mind he goes full send on the cryptic off-putting bullshit. Walking around in full black robes, speaking in riddles, aura farming and backflipping whenever physically possible. He's clearly annoyed when he first meets yoda in empire, but he dismisses that pretty quickly in favour of ALSO becoming an over-dramatic space wizard. The combination of his two teachers being yoda and obi-wan kenobi and him being the son of anakin and padme creates the single most intense and fundamentally kind force sensitive perfectly embodying the heart of the jedi order whilst also serving egregious amounts of cunt and being bizarre to be around. He would have THRIVED as a jedi master during the high republic. he would have been every padawan's favourite and every other master's worst nightmare

[skeletonclaw]

[cordia1ly]

«hell if I care.»

[lliveonthesunn]

i get why people don't believe in marriage as a social construct but legally it is the best and easiest way to say "this is who i trust to take care of me when i can't take care of myself" and i'm so glad gay people fought for that right bc when shit gets scary at least i know im in good hands

[olivejuicey]

I very much do NOT think that marriage is needed as a way to show your love and devotion, like it’s just a piece of paper.

I very much DO however view marriage as a legal protection to allow for you to have someone you trust and love as the de facto decision maker. Until my aunts were married, they were NOT allowed to both adopt my cousin as same sex parents. They had been together for 15 years and lived together for that length of time (which is so cliche I KNOW! They also have 11 cats and fully remodel their home often. They’re the best I love them so much)… and STILL they weren’t seen as a pair of parents. My one aunt adopted my cousin, and the other was not able to be put on any of the paper work even though thats his mom. She changed his diapers and stayed up when he was sick. They both did, and they both stood next to him when he won a tournament or graduated from school.

Marriage equality is about love, always! But it’s also about security and protection from the law. Don’t you DARE tell me marriage equality isn’t that big of a deal.

[nessieartss]

made my very own yuuta charcuterie board

[heavenlyshadow]

Gege needs therapy.. no mentally well person could write this

[olivejuicey]

husband!sukuna can't seem to get to the point

“Can I ask you something?”

“Already did,” you mumbled, eyes still scanning the pages while you ran through the forest with the princess in your book. You felt your heart skip as she stumbled over a root, which seemed a little cliche… she was almost to the cast-

“Don’t be an ass,” Sukuna scolded, tugging the book from your hands and tossing it off the side of the bed without much care where it would land. He had his eyes set on you, in a way that didn’t make you scared, per se, but for sure made your stomach prepare for its descent towards your feet. 

You turned towards him, now giving him your full attention and crossing your arms. You’re sure your expression didn’t hide your annoyance as you watched him swallow. You’d been together for long enough to know his tells, and to know that his flair for dramatics was more often than not the cause for the irritation you know oh so well as it resumes its place in the throbbing cavern that was your skull. 

Instead of giving you a straight answer, Sukuna reached out to try to grab your hand. You snatched it away, slapping his fingers in the process. 

“Don’t get cute,” you jutted your chin out, the mud mask plastered over you restricting your ability to frown to the degree you wanted to. “Spit it out, Ryomen.”

You felt the minutes tick by, or what felt like minutes, as Sukuna regarded your pissy expression. The look in his eyes was still there, but it felt softened. There were smile lines forming in the corner of his eyes that he’ll deny if you point them out, and they always gave away when he was finding something he wanted to drag out for the sake of his own amusement. 

Like a cat, trying to disembowel a mouse but finding too much fun in the chase.

Or, in this case, a rabid bat with a mask made from (supposed) Dead Sea mud cracking on her face. 

“Well…” he started again, a hand moving to brush against your thigh under the blankets, “I’ve been thinking…”

You turned and watched his hand move against you, feather light and comforting in its repetition. “And?” You prompted. 

“And…”

And right on cue, a shrill cry breaks through the self created predicament of Ryomen Sukuna. 

You move without thinking, walking to the door and down the hall to the bedroom of your twin girls. One of them is trying to climb out of the crib, with the other sitting on the floor right in front of her sister, her own crib empty on the other side of the room.

With a heft, you pick up the one on the floor, smothering her with kisses as you walk over to place her back down to sleep, taking care to not leave any of the flaking face mask on her. The cry had been a happy one, excitement more or less, but with the new situation now finished, she babbled quietly as she was laid down. The other was the same; tugging at your hair with strong fingers as you settled her. 

“Gonna sign you two up for gymnastics,” you turned off the light as you moved out of the shared bedroom, slowly closing the door until a small crack of dim hallway light peaked through. 

“Or Jackass, actually…” you mumbled, as you thought back to the attempts to dive off of the changing table earlier in the week. 

Sukuna stayed put, like a good dog, and put his phone down when he saw you come back in the room. You shrugged when he raised an eyebrow; a silent request that everything was back to normal, and your agreement that ‘they’re your children, normal isn’t a thing here’.

“Mizu was trying to get Yumi to climb over the side of her crib. She already did it, so I’m pretty sure that it was her idea,” came your musing as you ignored him and walked into the ensuite. Sukuna heard the water running and scrubbing, and then you appeared in the doorway with your face free of any mud. 

“They’re like, 20 months old. I don’t think they’re that conniving,” Sukuna lifted the blankets as you came back around to welcome you back into the bed. You snorted as you fluffed a pillow. 

“Runs in the family, I’m sure.”

Sukuna hummed, watching as you turned off the lamp on your nightstand. You felt his gaze on you still as you laid down. You flipped so your back was to him and closed your eyes.

“Last chance to tell me what it is you-”

“A baby. Another one.”

The room suddenly felt smaller, and you flipped back towards him, body shaking the mattress as you moved. “Pardon?”

Even in the dark you could see the blush on his cheeks and the red that was creeping up his neck. 

“I want to try for another kid,” he stated. “With you,” came the clarification. His hands were twisting the blanket a bit and you reached out to cover one with your own. 

“Why? You got other bitches I should know about?” You laughed, smile nearly cracking your face in two.

a/n- did someone say..... 'turn a ruthless villain into a pathetic wife guy?" no? well, cool. I did it anyway and it was fun!!

[olivejuicey]

hey all- sorry for being so sporadic. I’m not doing super well and it’s impacting most aspects of my life so I’m trying to piece together things and get back on track.

My creative process is suffering, so any prompts are welcome!

I’ll be back soon, hopefully more spunky!❤️

[olivejuicey]

Don’t mean to brag buuuuttttt, look what I got!!!

And because we do not gatekeep, this is the Gacha caretaker tee from SparkTrendz❤️

[kosmogrl]

[sailermoon]

this is how new yorkers @ mamdani

[sailermoon]

[wifegideonnav]

“bits to use in everyday conversations”

[maxxie-or-smth]

you've met me at a very "yeah i'm trying to work on that" time in my life

[3rabbit]

daughter (non-practicing)

[3rabbit]

sister (deadbeat)

[grimnaru]

Lost in Time ✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦

[Everyone who reads Gachiakuta will probably understand this, but I also don’t really want to spoil what happens. I’m just tense and hoping for the next chapter. Enjin, please, the children miss you. This took way too long.]

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