there’s a lot of things people say about satoru gojo.
that he’s arrogant. that he’s impossible. that he’s way too powerful for his own good.
all of them are true to an extent.
every sorcerer knows him. it’s hard not to when he walks around like the world belongs to him, all lazy grins and expensive sunglasses, acting like nothing could ever touch him.
the strongest.
except when it came to you. because somewhere along the way, gojo developed the softest spot imaginable for you.
everyone noticed it before you did.
the way his attention followed you around a room. the way he always stood just a little too close. the way his voice got quieter whenever he talked to you.
whenever you’d cry, he’d immediately make his way over to you, hands gently rubbing your back before you even had the chance to hide your face.
“hey, hey,” he’d mumble softly. “don’t do that.” like seeing you upset physically bothered him.
and maybe it did. because satoru gojo was ridiculous about you.
he’d randomly appear beside you with your favorite drink already in his hand, proudly smiling like he’d accomplished something huge.
he’d complain nonstop if you ignored him for too long. dramatically dropping himself across your lap or hanging off your shoulder while whining about how “cold” you were being.
if you stayed up too late, he’d notice immediately. “you have eyebags,” he told you once, squishing your cheeks between his fingers.
“kinda cute. but also tragic.” then he made you sit down while he came back with snacks and insisted you rest.
he always touched you without thinking about it too. fixing your collar absentmindedly. brushing lint off your clothes. tapping your forehead whenever you said something sarcastic.
sometimes, it was like he just appeared beside you when you needed him most.
no announcement, no warning, just gojo sliding into your space like he’d always belonged there.
not saying much at first. just being there in that annoyingly comforting way of his.
shoulder brushing yours, head tilted slightly like he was watching you without actually staring.
and every single time, you could feel yourself calm down a little without even realizing it.
like his presence alone had a way of making the world feel less heavy. he’d act casual about it too, like it meant nothing. like he didn’t care that he always ended up close to you.
but his attention never really left you.
“you’ve been quiet,” he said one day, voice softer than usual as he leaned in just a bit. “thinking too hard again?”
you gave a small laugh. “maybe.”
he clicked his tongue like he disapproved, but there was no real edge to it. just fondness hiding underneath.
“that’s dangerous,” he said. “your brain’s gonna overheat.”
you rolled your eyes, and he smiled like that was exactly what he wanted.
a pause stretched between you two, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it never was with him.
then, like it was nothing important at all, he shifted closer and let his shoulder bump yours properly this time, lingering there.
“y’know,” he said lazily, “i think i spoil you too much.”
you glanced at him. “you think?”
“mhm.” he hummed, leaning back just slightly but still not moving away. “can’t help it.”
then his voice dropped a little, softer than before, like it wasn’t meant to be a joke at all. “you’re kind of my favorite person.”
I stopped following ppl’s advice on the internet when I realized that the times I was closest to shifting were when I was doing the COMPLETE opposite of what people were saying
Before I start, I wanted to make sure I emphasize how much I'm thankful for the work you do on this blog. You don't get paid nor do you get physically compensated for doing this, and you have your own life yet you spend time genuinely thinking and working on my requests (even though they're kind of silly or niche). I adore you; you make me want to shift so much more than I did before. The community when it comes to shifting is small because of the lack of research when it comes to the subconscious, meaning anti-shifters may have relentlessly barraged your posts before with hateful messages and demotivating comments either through ignorance or jealousy. Thank you for not believing in that and being a pillar of the community on this platform, I adore you and the work you do.
Now, I had an idea for a things to script/ scenarios to script. So, in most of my DRs, I either have a popular blog account, youtuber account, or streaming account ( or all three ).
I usually base some of my posts on either my interests or a mixture of youtubers that I enjoy or find influential.
My idea is that you could either do a things to script on being a media celebrity, a scenarios to script on being a media celebrity (it can be chaotic, attention seeking, whatever you think fits), or a safety things to script for social media. Now that i'm writing this, i think that the best idea would have been to split this request into three... but if you want to continue with it then I guess you could just link the other two to the og ask? Idk. Sounds complicated.
Anyways...if you want to ask what I mean by "chaotic", I mainly think about the ytber, "Flamingo" or the late, great, Joana Ceddia. I can list other examples but what i generally mean is someone who's both ironically and unironically funny, unique, and authentic without having to please others or constantly apologize for it. I ask for a lot of beauty related scenarios, so I thought that this is a nice change in an ask.
‧˚꒰ things to script: media DRs (streamer, youtuber, influencer, etc) ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
𝜗ৎ 01. Your reach is stable even when you post off-beat, low-effort, or structurally different content—not only is your audience extremely loyal, but the algorithm treats you well.
𝜗ৎ 02. No matter what platform you use, moderation systems quietly downplay harassment, doxxing attempts, and malicious clips of your content.
𝜗ৎ 03. Your jokes are understood in the spirit they’re made—people may not laugh, but they don’t misinterpret your intent into something darker or malicious.
𝜗ৎ 04. No matter how much or how little you talk about your private life, people don't feel the need to dig deeper; they are satisfied with what you tell them.
𝜗ৎ 05. Not only are you funny without trying, but your editing team is too—thumbnails, clips and entire videos tailored to your image and humor.
𝜗ৎ 06. Even if you make the most generic content in the world, your visuals and editing are so distinctive that they make you stand out from the crowd.
𝜗ৎ 07. Taking weeks or months off does not harm your reputation; your absence is considered normal + you don't have to give any explanations if you don't want to.
𝜗ৎ 08. Reading comments isn't frustrating; your comment section/live chat self-regulates. Fans correct misinformation, shut down harassment, and explain your humor before you even see it.
𝜗ৎ 09. Brands approach you knowing your boundaries and style; you don’t have to dilute your humor or pretend to be someone else just for a product.
𝜗ৎ 10. Your chat laughs at you, but not in an abusive way—think of it like Caseoh's live comments; fans know their limits and joke about things without hurting your feelings.
𝜗ৎ 11. None of your ideas flop, even the ones you think won't do well—in fact, they always end up being the ones people like the most and ask for more of.
𝜗ৎ 12. You’re so excellent at accidental punchlines that you don’t need to rely on yelling, exaggerated reactions, or forced energy to land a joke if you dont want to.
𝜗ৎ 13. A good comedian knows when to let a joke die, and you are very aware of how much your community enjoys a joke in order to “exploit” it or when to let it go.
i tried to do a mix of ideas #1 and #3, and as soon as i can ill do a part for idea #2!
i don't know if it's because i don't have a dr about this, but man, did it take me a while to finish this hahaha—hope you like it/it's useful!! :3
synopsis ꩜ the cute emo boy from your college is completely enamored with you and your pretty outfits, so when he hears you and your shitty boyfriend finally broke up, he wastes no time in planning how to make you his.
pairing ˎˊ˗ emo! choso x girly! reader
warning / tags ⟢ fem! reader, MDNI 18+, this will be a bit angsty, yuki is ooc here, cheating, miscommunication, friends to lovers, inappropriate use of drum sticks, blowjobs, pussy eating, hair pulling, subby choso, yes he will whimper, fluff, tba… header art by @/arina_vah
series masterlist 〢 no the taglist isn’t open pls don’t ask
Club rush could count as Choso's favorite holiday. If it was a holiday.
What better way to kick off the school year other than joining the one and only music club that he's been leading for the past 2 years, right? Incoming freshmen or returning students could bond over instruments and emo culture.
"Yo, pass me that vinyl." Suguru pointed to the protected record. The table had been set up with music ranging from "Brand New Eyes" to "Pretty. Odd."
Choso handed it over to his friend carefully, watching as he sat it carefully up. Other students were putting up their booths as well. Some were under canopy tents to protect them from the summer sun.
"I'm fucking sweating like a pig." Choso rasped out, pinning his neck length hair up in two buns. "Told ya we should've bought a canopy."
"With what money, dude." Suguru took a step back, admiring their set up. "Where's Sukuna? He was supposed to print out the flyers an hour ago."
Just on cue, the pink haired boy reached the other two, papers in hand. "Got 'em." He held the papers up.
"How many did you print out?" Choso grabbed them from Sukuna's hand, seeing how the design came out.
"Couple dozen. When does this shit start? I got to pick up my brother from school today."
"Ain't he in high school? He can go on the bus." Suguru snatched a flyer from Choso's hand. "You didn't get them in color?!"
Sukuna frowned, slipping his box of cigarettes in his back pocket. "Hell nah. It was like a dollar extra."
"It's whatever," Choso interrupted. The last he needed was his two bandmates getting into an argument. "People are starting to come." Soon enough, a crowd began to form around the quad, students visiting the booths of interest.
You walked around with you low heels clicking on the ground. Definitely not the best choice of attire but it was you. A vintage Von Dutch purse was sat right on your shoulder, swinging with every step.
"Whatever happened to the fashion club?" You asked between chewing your bubble gum. Shoko lifted her head from her phone, confused at your question. "Girl, you made them disband. Remember?"
You let out an 'ohhh' as if you found out mind blowing news.
"Not my fault they were so poorly uneducated on Vivienne Westwood. Did they seriously have the audacity to ignore the fact that she was punk? What the hell were they on about saying that the brand was for clean girlies? Ummm hellooooo?" You raised a brow that was recently threaded.
"Right.. anyways." Shoko looked around, eyes setting on the medical club. "I'll be right back, I have to go sign up."
You nodded, blowing a goodbye kiss.
There weren't any new organizations this year that you know of other than the one your ex boyfriend was apart of. The sight of him just made you want to role your eyes.
The asshole had broken up with you over text and is going around saying you were the one who broke up with him.
Like, who the hell even does that?
You pushed yourself deeper into the crowd, making your way towards the heart of the quad.
"Music club is over here guys!" Choso yelled out as he handed people flyers. "We will be meeting on the second Monday of every month. Feel free to recommend us to your friends!"
Usually, you'd ignore anything that has to do with music. Not your forte.
But the washed out print on his shirt caught your eye.
A Fever You Can't Sweat Out.
That's the album you listened to non stop in your high school years. Your iPod was full with every version of it. The original, the demos, and even Live in Denver.
You listened to it so ofter that it burned onto the screen.
"Cool shirt." The words slipped from your mouth, surprising both you and Choso.
Because no way was a girl like you complimenting a boy like him. And over his shirt out of all things. "Uh, thanks." He stuttered, a crooked smile creeping on his lips.
He darted down to the papers in his hands, offering one to you.
You hesitated before accepting it. "Music club?"
Choso nodded. "Yeah, we mostly focus on emo music to be honest but we're always open to do other genres." God was he sweating? It felt like he was. Have you noticed? "You a Panic fan?"
You hummed, skimming through the small summary of the club. "Not really, just of that album. Well not anymore but high school me."
"No way. I mean, um, you have a favorite song?"
"I guess I liked Camisado."
"Oh shit, I love that one." Choso's eyes brightened. "You know the story behind it?"
You snorted. "Duh."
The way you spoke was soft and pretty to him, it made his heart beat like a teenagers.
"I'm Choso.." He mumbled.
"Hi Choso." You smiled up at him, exchanging your name as well. "I'll try and come."
He nodded, gulping. "We'll see you then.." His eyes stayed on your frame as you disappeared almost in a trance at the sway of your hips. "Suguru." He hit his friends' chest. "Fuck did you see that?"
"See what?"
"The goddess that just came up to me."
"Is the heat getting to you man?" Suguru pressed his hand on Choso's forehead, feeling the thin layer of sweat before hurling away in disgust.
"Surprised you didn't scare her away."
Choso smacked his shoulder playfully, returning back to distributing the flyers like the local newspaper. That dorky smile still evident on his face.
That was yesterday though.
And Choso hasn't shut up about you since.
"Do you think she'll actually show up to the meetings?" He ran the brush through his hair, undoing any knots made while sleeping. His broad chest was bare, showcasing all his tattoos. And not to mention the nipple piercings.
Sukuna groaned along with Suguru. "Bro, let it go already. Just cause she spoke to you for less than a minute-"
"It was over a minute, actually." Choso corrected.
"It doesn't matter. No offense man, but you're not her type. She dated Toji and they recently broke up. Doubt that she's already trying to get into another relationship."
Suguru yawned, standing up to grab another beef from the mini fridge.
"But ay, maybe you can change her."
A sigh fell from Choso's lips, feeling all of a sudden unmotivated. "She's so pretty."
"What would you even do if she did end up showing up? Woo her with your guitar skills?"
Choso paused.
"I mean.. yeah?"
Another collective groan escaped from the other two.
a/n - short chapter to start things off ! the rest of the chapters are gonna be longer lolz
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