i enjoy writing. i tend hyperfixate on one thing at a time. im open to any types of requests/engagement, but i only ask for patience as i work full time and manage other responsibilities.
the internet has made people feel like their personal opinion on every topic is valuable and important and holds equal weight to everyone else’s but the truth is some spaces aren’t for you and some things you just can’t relate to or understand and that’s okay. learn when to stay quiet instead of inserting yourself into conversations that are actually nothing to do with you
Does anyone on here actually realise that if you keep pushing authors, artists, and other creators off tumblr by being toxic or making it so that their HOBBY is no longer pleasant; there wont be any fanworks to engage with?
I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO I MISS SATORU GOJO
warnings: yandere themes, yuta is obsessed, sexual content below, implied murder at the order of yuta
explicit content — mdni 18+ (future au where yuta is head of the gojo clan. everyone in this story is 20+)
yandere clan leader yuta who, even before you’ve signed your name away in pen, has silently staked his claim. with just a single glimpse over your plain, unblemished skin. features that don’t need accentuating. your elders (your mother) had been so insistent on such a clean face. yuta’s already convinced himself he’s the only man to ever have seen you so vulnerable. no layers of powder or foundation to hide away the blush that blooms across your cheeks. you couldn’t escape him—not even in the most simplest of ways. besides, masking had never been your strong suit. you were a terrible liar.
yandere clan leader yuta who thinks about you day and night. every minute leading up to your ceremony. unwittingly unashamed at how vulgarly he daydreams of you. in clan meetings that run on too long. restless nights when the sheets feel suffocating. especially in the solitude of the ofuro. where’s he’s found himself, more often than not, dick in hand and a whimpering mess. your name aimlessly falling from his lips, damp black hair sticking to his forehead. a haze of steam swirling up around him, as he chased that sweet release. eyes closed, head laid back to fully immerse himself in the image of your pretty lips closing around him.
yandere clan leader yuta who carefully selects a range from modest to extravagant gifts. diamond encrusted jewelry to specially handcrafted kanzashis. all apart of his (self-convincing) plot to lure you in. because yuta had never been more certain. of course he had hand picked every item with you in mind. sure he’d hold off on the luxurious sets boutique lingerie he purchased, with help of your mother for measurements. but that was all in due time and he was ever the patient gentleman.
yandere clan leader yuta who’s grossly familiar to jealousy, but had not since been driven to the point of near insanity. not until now—mere moments before you’re nearly in his clutches. precious little minutes he’d rehearsed for weeks and it’s being ruined. by an annoying, nameless man who unfortunately you shared too many toys with. childhood friends who owed it to each other, to see if a brief romance would outlast a summer on the outskirts of shibuya.
yandere clan leader yuta who sees the faintest hint of tear stained cheeks on his lovely little bride, and tells himself it isn’t because of dread, but rather that this man has upset you. has come between you.
yandere clan leader yuta who doesn’t waste another moment to have the man escorted from grounds of the compound. his stress fluttering away like pink blossoms off branches, as your ceremony resumes without anymore distractions. he’s almost forgotten the rude intrusion when your sweet, wide eyes look up to meet his. his chest more full with every vow, every promise you utter. but your signature in ink is what truly pleases him most of all. delicate letters written with such pretty fingers, as you signed your new name. his name. yuta swears he could get hard just looking at it long enough.
yandere clan leader yuta who has you crying for entirely different reasons. your clean white tabi covered feet hanging over his toned forearms. pieces of your bridal kimono carelessly discarded beside you. toes curling as he drives into your cervix with mean precision. his tired eyes are fixated on the way you swallow him at this angle, folded up and pinned against the tatami like a helpless slut. yuta hadn’t yet known you were a virgin. no, because he likely would’ve taken his time. he would’ve been oh-so gentle in easing you into it. instead of splitting you open, and swallowing every pathetic noise that chokes out of you.
yandere clan leader yuta who has no choice but to slow down, otherwise he’ll come too fast and he’s barely gotten to feel your sweet cunt. he’s waited so many days, so many hours for this. he can’t possibly blow his load now. you’re being so good too. so submissive and sweet. pliant and ready for him to stuff you full, until he’s positive you’re expecting his heir.
yandere clan leader yuta who absolutely relishes having you in missionary. he gets to see your pretty face, after all. and he wouldn’t dare miss a moment of every sinful expression you make, while he relentlessly thrusts into your needy, greedy pussy.
yandere clan leader yuta who whispers the sweetest and somehow most vile words to ever touch your ears. warmth spreading beneath your skin with every dirty encouragement, every praise.
“pretty, pretty girl. You take it as well as I thought you would.”
“how did i get so lucky?”
“why are you still crying, angel? you know i’ll take care of you.”
yandere clan leader yuta whose patience doesn’t last long when your walls flutter around him, at his filthy words. a proud grin spreading across his face when he discovers you love his praise, love it when he talks to you. doesn’t bother to question you may be crying for other reasons. your body speaks to him instead, gives you away in ways that leave you mortified. because how could you give in so easily? this isn’t what you wanted… was it?
yandere clan leader yuta who fucks every thought right out of your pretty head. dumbed down to a pitiful mess of whines and babbles. all the while, somewhere beyond the walls of safety in the compound, yuta’s men are busy handling your early ill-mannered and uninvited guest. unknowingly in unison with every little pant, back arching up into your husband—your past lover gasping, thrashing against wire. life draining, your pleasure snapping.
yandere clan leader yuta who tends to you with the utmost care. such a stark contrast in how he manhandled your hips (finger prints evidence of that) and abused your poor, swollen cunt. he remedies it all with tender kisses and hot tea. coaxing your lips apart to pour the liquid in. “good girl…” he says, genuinely so proud of the woman you’re becoming right before his eyes.
yandere clan leader yuta who doesn’t fall asleep before you do. memorizing every last detail of your peaceful face. whispering sincere, twisted promises upon your deaf ears. assurances he knows he’ll have no problem committing to. no fear of what lengths he may take in order to keep them. even if prior to ever having laid eyes on you, did he despise the idea of a wife chosen for him. but, well… letting you go now seems unfathomable.
do you think if obi-wan knew what was going to happen, he would have killed Anakin in his sleep? Or would he just let everything play out the same way.
I do believe Obi-Wan can't kill Anakin, no matter what.
I know from a narrative standpoint he literally can't kill Anakin, because we already know how Vader dies, but from a character standpoint I fully believe Obi-Wan won't kill Anakin, he can't.
Anakin is his one and only attachment, his biggest blindside. Anakin has been the only person to know Obi-Wan, to understand him. No matter what Anakin could ever say or do Obi-Wan would always forgive him, or if he can't forgive he would just grieve, privately, forever. Anakin in Obi-Wan's head is always that scared little boy, asking what will happen to him. And Obi-Wan's answer could never be destroying Anakin. How could he? It would be destroying himself.
I think had Obi-Wan known, without a shred of doubt, what would have happened… He would’ve used that information to somehow change course. He would’ve held onto hope and would’ve tried to stop the inevitable.
But I also think Obi-Wan would’ve been wise enough to know that it HAD to be that way. In the end, Anakin was still the chosen one—it just played out in a way no one had hoped for.
True to real life, things often get worse before they get better. In the end, Anakin destroyed the Sith and saw the error of his ways through Luke, his son. But every part of the story had its purpose to play in making every character into who they were.
For instance, if you mean Obi-Wan would have killed him as a child… Luke and Leia would’ve never existed. How much would that have altered Obi-Wan’s life? Who would’ve been there to stand in resistance?
If you mean he had killed them after the conception of Luke and Leia, what would have become of Padmé? Would his death at that time lead to her own demise all the same? Would Palpatine have waited in his plan, to instead manipulate a young Luke and Leia?
All in all, Obi-Wan is not a killer and never was. Especially, not that of a child—he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself. But the idea itself is intriguing to how it would’ve changed the story.