☃️ ❝ 𝓛OVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF ALL. ❞
.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝓐𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 — call me chelle .ᐟ satoru’s sweetheart & snowcrow’s beloved. she / her. filipino. late teens. this is my personal, writing, multifandom, & only blog. formerly known as @ 4townn. i write for fun, & i mostly read and reblog. basic dni criteria. do not copy, modify, claim, or feed my works to ai.
♡ — 𝓜𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
𝓙𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝓚𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 ⨾ 𝓖𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝓢𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
satoru gojo deserved a life... · what’s it like to have satoru gojo as your husband? · the beauty of her face was beyond my wildest dreams · filo!academic rival!gojo · filo!bball player!gojo · the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach · a bun in the oven · just a tuesday · caught red-handed
bad dada! · in trouble · a single mom who works 2 jobs · your face looks really really pretty, y’know? · love’s melody · when i was your man · nobody else could make me feel this way · break 1 · break 2 · robaire fluff alphabet · 4town as love songs · dating z hcs · jesse makes portraits of you · aaron t as your bsf · jesse’s reflexes · filo! robaire whisper · 4town on crack · filo! robaire angst · filo! robaire let’s dance · what do the 4town boys give each other for christmas? · date with robaire
i absolutely love watching this fandom breathe life back into Valko. every fic, every piece of art, every tiny headcanon passed from one person to another.
there’s something really beautiful about a community deciding that a story isn’t over just because someone else said it was.
I should be enjoying your cards, taking pictures with you in glint, fighting with you in orbits, cooking with you in home. But no, I'm sitting here rewatching all your trailers and liking fan art thinking of what could've been.
I want to know your lore, what your voicelines are, what you look like when you blush. I want to know your quirks when texting and who your npc friend is in moments post. There was so much I was looking forward to, but it was all snatched away by selfish people that didn't know how to ignore things they don't like.
a pic from yuuji’s camera roll <3 little harder to look back on after shibuya but he can’t bring himself to delete it (it’d be like losing them all over again)
Some things you can do to convey to infold that you are unhappy with the 6.0 update and recent decisions
- REVIEW BOMB Leave a low rating on the AppStore (make sure to phrase this in a certain way so it doesn’t get deleted: Be genuine and rationally voice your reason; eg. I enjoyed the game, however…)
- REQUEST REFUNDS if you had bought anything to prepare for Valko
- GIVE FEEDBACK rationally and peacefully through customer service, in-game surveys, bug reports, etc. Make it known, especially if you’re a spender, that you do not want to spend anymore in light of their recent decisions. They especially pay attention to customer dissatisfaction if it means their revenue will decline or has a chance of declining
- DO NOT SPEND I understand some cannot help but log in, but if you do, then do not spend. This hits them hardest. It directly communicates that we are unhappy with the content and will not line their pockets until changes are made
- BRING VALKO BACK never stop talking about him, making art + fanfiction for him, voicing your love for the 6th LI on the Love and Deepspace official accounts, etc 🩵🐺
I’m about to say something terrible but hypothetically speaking what if someone just like cough hacked the game and released all of Valko’s cards and features to the public cough for scientific reasons
your mental health tanked after Sylus left for a business trip, with the world heavy on your shoulders and no motivation to do anything, you wake up to your beloved dragon tending and reassuring you
Everything felt heavy. Your limbs were glued to your bed, your head felt numb, your brain had no motivation. You felt lifeless, tired. You pulled your blankets tighter to you as you squeezed your eyes harder. Everything had piled up, one on top of the other, pushing yourself to your limit. You wanted everything to stop. You convinced yourself you were disgusting, undeserving, and worthless. You were no better than roadkill. Your head was riddled with awful thoughts.
You heard small clinks on your window, but you made no effort to look up or shoo Mephisto away. Deep down, you wished Sylus would come, but he was away on a business trip, and your mental health kept spiraling.
꒰ঌ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
You softly groan as you hear a familiar humming, your neck twisting as you slowly pry open your eyes. Sylus is standing by your bedside, his ruby eyes scanning you, a gentle smile on his face. His hand carefully cups your cheek, brushing over dried tear streaks.
“Sweetie, I’m here.” Sylus engulfs you in a hug as the weight of everything comes crashing down on you. You can’t hold back your sobs as you crumble in his arms, burying your face in his chest, his warmth and comfort. Sylus pulls you into his lap, shielding you from the world. Sylus rubs your back up and down, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulders, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
Shhh, it’s okay, sweetie.
I’m never leaving you again.
It’s okay to cry.
I’m proud of you for being so strong.
You’re doing a great job.
You poor thing, how can I make you feel better?
Eventually, your sobs dissolve into hiccups, your chest starts to feel less tight, and your head feels a little clearer. Sylus watches you diligently, wiping your tears before they’re able to fall and delicately kissing your eyes. He picks up a nearby glass of warm milk, holding it to your lips. You force yourself to take a couple of sips, the warmth soothing your dry throat. You give him a small smile in thanks, turning your head back into his chest, wanting to be engulfed in him once more. Sylus makes no protest as he readjusts his grip around you, pulling you even closer to him.
“I’m here if you want to talk, and I’m here if you don’t want to.” Sylus kisses your forehead. You aren’t ready, not yet. You squeeze your boyfriend a little tighter. Sylus continues to hum softly, tracing circles along your back, filling the silence and warding off the negative thoughts and voices.
꒰ঌ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
“Sy…” you nervously speak up after a while, your voice small and muffled in his shirt.
“Hm?” He doesn’t stop his soothing actions. You shift slightly, pressing your cheek against his chest, no longer smushing your face. You take one of his free hands and start to fidget with it, hoping to distract yourself.
Before you even speak, you feel more tears welling in your eyes. Sylus’s brows furrow in concern; his heart aches, wishing he could do more for you. He doesn’t push you; instead, he places another kiss on your head, reminding you that he’s here.
“I’m sorry you have to deal with me. I-I don’t even know why. I can’t do anything right. I can’t even survive a few stupid days without feeling pathetic. I don’t deserve you or anything. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t even know why you bother with me.” The words, or rather your truth, come out before you’re even able to stop yourself. All of your negative thoughts come pouring out. You take a breath.
“I… I would hate myself too,” you add quietly, retreating back into his chest. Sylus’ heart falls as a frown deepens on his lips.
You finally said it. This is when he’s going to leave you. This is when this fairytale ends. You can’t fool him anymore. There’s no reason he would ever stay, ever love someone like you. There is something wrong with you, and there was no way he could ever want someone like that.
“Sweetie…” he tries to coax you from his chest. When you don’t budge, instead soaking his chest with more tears, Sylus lets you be, instead hoping you’ll hear him.
“My love, I don’t know who put these thoughts into your mind, but they aren’t the truth. I value you more than any treasure in the world. You are my world. I don’t deal with you; you are my partner, the one I love and adore. I want to be here, through every victory or any dreary Monday. I will stand by your side, supporting you, helping you, holding you through anything. My love for you is not fragile. No matter what life throws at us, I will be by your side. I swore to never leave you, and I don’t plan on breaking it. I profoundly and unconditionally love you now, then, and forever on. Every moment of my life is spent dedicated to you. You are deserving of everything divine in this world, Kitten. It is an honor to be able to love you and hold you so closely. In every lifetime, undeniably, I will always find my way back to you, my Huntress. Please heed my words and do not get them twisted. I love you and you only, my dear beloved socceress, in every shape, way, and form. No matter who you were, are, and will become, I love, accept, and cherish you fully. No matter what happens or how long it has been, my love for you will constantly burn. Do not let fallacious statements sway your mind, for I love you, my sweetest Kitten.” Sylus presses a kiss to your cheek, nipping it slightly. Sylus’ chest burns, warming your wet face. You finally lift your head, new tears streaming from your face, happy, grateful ones.
“Do you really mean it?” Your voice cracks as a smile threatens to break from your lips.
“Always, my dear. Stay by my side until the end of time. For there is no love purer than mine.” Your smile matches his gentle one. He leans down, finally able to plant a kiss on the lips he’s longed for for eternity.
a/n: hi!! this is my first ever fic! i hope u like it ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
This fic is dedicated to my own sylus, ironic because I call her Kayleb. She’s there for me whenever i need her, always there to pick me up and support me along my journey. I wouldn’t be here or be where i am without her. Im incredibly lucky to have such a kind friend by my side. To my Kayleb-Sylus, I love you, thank you for loving me in my entirety, you deserve the world
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This fic was also inspired by another sylus comfort fic by @myntrose! It was so comforting and just what I needed to motivate myself to write this one ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗
i wrote this fic because i convinced myself I was undeserving of sylus’ love. You are so worthy of being loved by sylus or any li!! They love you for you and have loved, longed, and searched for you for eternity. No matter what happens, they will love every form of you! Whether you think you’re too weak or there’s something wrong with you or there’s no way they could ever love you, they do, and they do it with every ounce of their being. You are their reason to live and the thing they search for. They are incomplete without you.
I also wrote this because i was having a really awful day, struggling with mental health. Along with everything i said above, no matter what your mental health convinces you to believe, you are so worth love and are deserving of everything good, especially the boys’ love, and it is okay to be struggling!!! The boys will help support and love you through every moment of it. I am so so so proud of you, and i know they are too. Im so happy you’re here and alive and i, people who love you, and the boys care about you. Please, everyone, take care of yourself and give yourself some love <3 🫂
sukuna is starting to forget what your smile looks like, but then the sight of it comes back to him in a dream among vivid fragments
a/n: I LOVE THIS ART OF SUKUNA HE LOOKS SO FUCKING HANDSOMEEE
before the king of curses met you many years ago, he'd been alone for as long as he could remember. it was never something that made him upset, but he supposes that could be attributed to the fact that he never knew what it was like to have a companion in life nor the all-consuming pain that comes when you eventually lose them
his first mistake was falling for a mortal, his second was actually pursuing one.
in the beginning, you were just like the other servants. you were attractive, but so were hundreds of other men and women he'd met, so this aspect about you meant nothing to him.
you were also quiet and hardworking, and this was a fact that didn't go unnoticed. surprisingly (and annoyingly enough), you had a knack of knowing what sukuna wanted before he did. you knew just which muscles in his back needed to be massaged during his baths, knew which robes fit every occasion and every time his ink vials needed to be refilled—you were just always there, lingering on the edge of something he couldn't name
he remembers the very first time you truly caught his attention, and it was when you punched another servant square in the face and broke their nose
fights between the servants were rare, so rare that your quarter's manager had hoped to simply sweep you out of sukuna's palace silently and effectively for your behavior before he ever caught wind of what happened. fortunately, gossip travelled fast, and you were summed to his throne room a mere four hours after the incident
even him sitting on a throne made of skulls didn't have you afraid, though with time sukuna would come to realize that you never did fear him at all. you simply sat respectfully on the marbled floor with your head bowed and spoke softly when he asked why you would jeopardize such a position as one of the king of curses' personal servant
the reason had been something even more mundane than he thought—apparently one of your superiors had been withholding food from a group of children in the palace, and you'd struck her when she refused to give it back. he could care less about matters as trivial as bread, those duties fell to his subordinates. what truly caught his attention was your inability to stay silent in the face of what you disagreed with. more simply put, your courage.
he was enticed to say the least. you soon became someone who frequented his bed—not only for the pleasures you provided at night, but for the conversation you gave in the day as well. talking with you actually brought upon stimulating chatter, and sukuna found himself wanting to hear more and more of what you had to say in regards to his personal affairs as well
it wasn't long before he wed you, and then there was her—a tiny little girl that inherited his wild pink hair and your round eyes. sukuna always told himself he'd be a strict father if he ever decided to entertain the idea of having an heir, but he never could even manage to raise his voice on your daughter because it would be your eyes staring back at him.
it's been years since you two were murdered during a raid, and while tonight he went to bed expecting the usual absolute darkness that came with sleep, ryomen sukuna had his very first dream.
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"doesn't he look silly, baby? always frowning in his sleep...so angry for what?" you question softly, and a gurgled coo follows your words as well as a tiny hand tugging restlessly on his hair
"all papa does is scowl, huh? he doesn't know how handsome a smile looks on his face. maybe we don't tell him enough, hmm?" you giggle softly, and his arm merely tightened its grip around your waist as he hugged your smaller form closer to his own
"you talk too much." sukuna grumbles, peeking a singular eye open as one of his arms reaches out to grab your daughter by the scruff of her neck and hold her in the air above you two. she had a very persistent habit of crawling into your shared bed when she woke up at dawn
the little girl squeals, reaching out to hold his wrist so she doesn't fall as sukuna snickers. you pout, looking up at her before turning to him
"why are you so mean to my baby?" you accuse, poking his cheek with your finger as he rolls his eyes
"our baby. and she's annoying. look at her little feet, i cannot believe my heir to be so tiny." he scowls, shaking his hand a little in an attempt to scare her and frowning when she merely lets out a laugh
"she'll grow," you say, tucking your face onto the large expanse of his chest as he huffs, a rare grin tugging the corner of his mouth upwards. the sight is endearing enough for you to smile
your hair is a mess—whether from just waking up or your daughter playing with it. it sticks to your cheeks and your eyes are barely open as you watch your baby with the remnants of sleep still hanging on your features, but the gentle curve of your mouth has sukuna pausing. your lips are plush and soft, and he can see a sliver of your teeth when they part for a sweet laugh. he rests his head back onto the pillow, staring up at your daughter as the familiar hue of your eyes stare back at him
"i'm looking forward to it."
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sukuna wakes up genuinely distraught as a sound of hurt gets caught in his throat, and he sits up fast enough that it has him dizzy for a moment
your side of the bed remains cold and empty. your daughter's crib on the other side of the room the same, and he can see a sparkling silver string of cobwebs beginning to form over the tiny mattress
has it really been that long since you both died?
reality is an awful thing that has him curling over the bed for a second, because the pain that runs through his body once he realizes that the dream wasn't real is so extreme he nearly gasps out of pure, agonizing pain
he dresses himself wordlessly and heads outside to take a walk in the gardens, knowing well that this was just another one of the countless nights that awaited him of no rest and an aching soul that would remain in disharmony and rage for as long as he lived the rest of his lonely life for.
In a limousine on your way to a risky business deal, the Chairman of EonCore Tech - your husband - is on his knees asking for your forgiveness.
1,021 words. fluff, light angst, late night conversations, kisses, f!reader, cross-posted on ao3
a/n: I cried writing this one. I miss Valko so much.
dividers by @saradika-graphics | ao3 link here
There is something so unbelievably charming about a man on his knees.
In front of you is your husband, the chairman of one of the most powerful corporations in all of Linkon, and he has your hand in his like it’s the only lifeline he can hold onto. You pretend not to notice the way his amber eyes look at you, nor do you succumb to the flame that burns within you at the sight of him in a three-piece suit. A man decorated in class and oozes intimidation would not be caught dead falling to his knees.
Except Valko, apparently.
“You’re wrinkling your suit,” you hiss when he shows no sign of sitting back down on the leather seats. There is comfort in every inch of this limousine, yet he chooses to kneel in front of you. “I don’t think you’d want to taint your public image.”
“I don’t care.”
You raise a brow at the unusual statement.
“I’ll be here until you forgive me.”
The tall skyscrapers that surround Linkon become your saving grace as you attempt to ignore his lips, which whisper apologies on your closed fists that can barely be heard above the soft music playing. However much you wish for those lips to touch places you would prefer to keep in the scenarios in your head is ignored, and instead, you turn your attention towards the life surrounding you.
Laughter erupts from a group of friends as ice cream melts on their hands. A couple holding grocery bags seems to be arguing about who should carry more, and in the end, the guy carries all of them in his hands and her pink purse hangs on his shoulder. A little dog shyly approaches another, their owners laughing at the blooming friendship.
Crazy how different your circumstances are compared to those around you.
“Sweetheart,” Valko says, and when you look at him, his eyes are similar to that shy dog you were just admiring. “Please, tell me what I can do so you can look at me again.”
“I am looking at you.”
His ears and cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, and you resist the urge to follow its trail with your lips.
“Yeah, but not… not like this.”
You know exactly what he means, yet you continue your torture. “How do you want me to look at you, sweetheart?”
The nickname undoes him, and his hands move from your closed fist to your cheek in a bold retaliation. “Like this.”
You look away as fast as you can.
From the corner of your eye, however, you can see a smirk on Valko’s face that disappears as fast as it came. God, does he even know why you’re mad? Does he know why your heart rapidly beats as a scowl makes its way onto your expression?
Valko, disappointed by his short-lived victory, stays silent for a few seconds. You know him well enough to understand that this is him pondering, his head tilting to the side the way a puppy does when it’s confused.
Moonlight softens his features a little too well, leaving your defenses as nothing but crumbs.
His wedding ring sits warmly on your cheek as you look back at him again. There are nothing but questions in his eyes and acceptance in the way his thumb rubs against your cheek, careful not to smudge hours of makeup and anger.
That’s the thing about Valko: he’s very obvious when he wants something, and he is incapable of hiding that. But when he knows not to interfere, his presence continues to be loud in quieter ways.
He knows exactly how to love you.
Linkon’s skyscrapers begin to look less like shopping malls and more like your personal hell. Buildings with surnames of wealthy business owners hide the moonlight that previously softened your husband’s features, and it even stops you from being so stubborn.
“We’re close,” Valko points out, as though your stomach doesn’t churn from the fact.
“Then why are you still on your knees?”
“Because you haven’t forgiven me yet.”
You tap his nose as some sort of retaliation for his stubbornness, yet he takes it as a sign of victory. Valko’s smile shines even beneath the night’s darkness, reminding you of the reason you were annoyed in the first place.
“I don’t want today to be the last time I see you, Valko.”
He tilts his head again, this time looking more like an older dog whose utmost trust shines in its eyes. “What do you mean?”
“When you come home late with bruises i-in your arms, I…” Your voice breaks, yet you know fragility has no place in this part of Linkon. “I worry about you, that’s all. And since we’re on our way to another business deal…”
Valko understands the words that crumble into silence. As lovely and desirable the position seems, being chairman of one of the biggest corporations in the country poses dangers only seen by those who have been in the dark, and you know that better than anyone else does. Better than he does, because only when you tend to his wounds does he remember that his absence matters. That life can be beyond the danger he’s gotten used to.
“This one is safe, my love,” he assures you. “I’ve mapped every detail, every person, and every centimeter of the place. I know where to run if I need to.”
“And if… if you lose yourself in the process-”
“I won’t,” he says, defiant as devotion can be. “Not when I have you with me.”
You can only smile as you press your forehead against his, finally looking at him with the tenderness he so loves to receive from you. “Promise you won’t die tonight?”
“I promise, sweet girl.”
The last thing you do before the limo stops at your destination is to place your lips on his, letting him taste the worries you’ve harbored with every risky deal he does. The last thing you feel before you have to step off into the night is his utmost love, spilling onto your soul like no other.
a/n: I hope Valko comes back soon.
Thank you for reading! Any form of interaction is appreciated. Take care :)
Josephine had seen a lot in all her years. But never a birthday party so empty.
It was a celebration fit for child royalty, complete with a bounce house, wave slide, and water balloon station. The whole setup could have easily put any theme park to shame; the only problem was, there was almost no one to take advantage of it.
Mrs. Li groans and runs a hand down her face, looking back toward her young son. “This didn’t go as expected. We sent out invites to everyone in his class, but they're all so much older. That's what all the fanfare was for.” She gestures to the various activities with a hollow chuckle. “We thought it’d help convince the kids to come over—we know that Zayne doesn’t care for it much. But you can see where all of that planning got us,” she quips dryly, sweeping her dark hair back in distress.
Josephine frowns in sympathy. “Well, I just can’t believe it. The whole ride over here, the only thing I heard was, ‘I’m so excited to see Zayne today!’ ‘Are we at Zayne’s house yet?’ ‘Zayne is my best friend. He’s so nice and smart!’” She gives her best go at imitating your voice, but nothing can compare to the original. “I’m sorry the other kids don’t seem to see it.”
A sad smile spreads across Mrs. Li’s face, and her worried gaze finds her son again. “I’m so grateful you're both here. I just hope it's not too awkward, being the only ones.”
Josephine looks toward the middle of the backyard, where you and Zayne are resting in-between activities. The heat is getting to you already: you’re fanning yourself with urgency, breaths coming out in little pants. Noting your condition, Zayne takes a timid step forward. Slowly, bluish-white ice crystals coalesce on his hand. When he’s certain they’re finished forming, he holds it out to you.
You take it gladly, beaming as bright as the sun.
A matching smile lights on Josephine's face.
She lays a comforting hand on Mrs. Li’s shoulder. “I think they’ll be just fine.”
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For the next two hours, you and Zayne bond.
In the bounce house, you leap around like a caffeinated kangaroo, jumping forcefully enough to knock Zayne off his feet more than once. The first time, Mrs. Li started to run over in concern—but stopped when she heard her son’s light, increasingly rare laughter.
On the wave slide, you take turns climbing up and pushing yourselves down. While one of you slides, the other remains on the ground, critiquing each attempt and advising on how it could be more “awesome.” Zayne seems to lose interest after his fourth time easing himself down, but he climbs up again anyway each time you call for him.
The water balloons are the main event. Josephine gasps as you fling one at Zayne without hesitation; it bursts against his black shorts with your elated shrieks in the background.
Grimacing at the water dripping onto his shoes, he shoves his glasses up his nose in concentration and hurls a bulging balloon back at you. He looks proud of himself when it hits you square in the chest—his mom says he isn’t the best at sports yet—but when you turn your back to him and stomp your foot with a wail, pride quickly turns to panic. He apologizes as profusely as a child his age can, hovering a hand over your shoulder, unsure if it’s okay to touch you or not.
You seem so distraught, even Josephine is surprised when you whip around with a cheeky grin, stand up on your tiptoes, and crack a balloon you’d hidden somehow right over Zayne’s head. As water drips down his hair, his mouth parts in shock, and you call out a triumphant “Gotcha!”
Mrs. Li rushes forward, worried her son will be upset. But Zayne only shakes the droplets off his hair and extends his hand in a solemn truce. When you take it, Josephine notices, a soft pink color spreads across his cheeks.
Finally, when it's time for cake, you reach up to anoint Zayne with a penguin-patterned birthday hat, cheering so loud that he flinches. When he recovers, he cuts a huge square slice of the blue-frosted sheet cake. He looks remarkably set on inhaling it.
Mrs. Li watches in exasperation, seemingly seconds from asking, “Hey, why don’t we start with a piece half that size, Zaynie?” But to her surprise, her sweet-toothed son doesn’t scarf his treat down in one go. Instead, he plates it like a junior chef and offers it to you.
“Today was my best birthday,” he mumbles with a shy smile. “Thank you.”
