#hoshiverse

[eviltsukasa]

Grwm to destroy the Hoshiverse. Me and evil Hoshi are the only one that deserves to exist.

[terixstool]

I do love drawing oc's for unknown series X3

[babylonia-after-hours]

Perversion

Feeds self yan! geto/Kenjaku content because i'm personally obsessed with the idea that Kenjaku not only inherited Geto's memories, but also his obsession.

Warning for manga spoilers and brief instances of stalking.

He’s a pervert for your thighs. He’d never admit it aloud, least of all to you, but he could never complain about your wearing shorts or a skirt (especially if they’re short) and you’ll never catch him complaining if they hitch up to reveal just a little more of you. You’re a distant relative of Satoru’s, practically a servant, but he doesn’t give a fuck, he doesn’t give a fuck.

Sometimes, Satoru would drag you out with them, when he’s having one of his rebellious moments, or Suguru might catch a glimpse of you disappearing around a corner, light and fleeting like a ghost.

The Great Clans don’t treat their children equally. You could see curses in all their hideous glory, but that was about the extent of your abilities, basic defense training exempted.

It had to be you, his best friend’s favored maid, his best friend’s favorite cousin. You were pretty, too, with the same piercing gaze as Satoru, even if your eyes weren’t the same color.

And so he can’t really help but stare when he sees you again. You seem to have the day off, minding your own business, shopping for clothes you only get to wear once every few weeks. At a distance, he follows you into a store he and Satoru had taken you to in high school, and you had marveled at all kinds of things at the time.

It was just about the right time for summer shopping, late March, apparently. He follows, a little closer now, as you drift through the coming spring’s first flush and pick out something white and lacy. Utterly impractical. And, he doesn’t even hesitate to admit he wants to see you in it, as you hold up the skirt to your body, considering the size and color in the mirror.

And oh, how he relishes in the way you jump when appears beside the column, leaning on it. “Looks nice on you,” he says, because it does, and he’s never been one to withhold a compliment from you.

It hurts, kind of, to see you get all defensive though.

“Relax,” he laughs. “I missed you is all. What have you been up to, anyway? Behaving yourself?”

You seem even more surprised at his audacity to ask such a thing than his sudden reappearance.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you hiss, but he wants to tell himself there’s something in your eyes that missed him.

He laughs a little and steps closer, and you don’t shrink away, still glaring. Cute. “I really did miss you,” he says, gentler, more earnest this time. And he did, miss you something awful after he’d made his decision. He almost regretted it, not being able to go to the Gojo house and catch the delighted look you got on your face when Satoru announced they were taking you out.

And his heart hurts, and he almost regrets everything all over again when your expression softens. “I missed you too, but you made your choices, and I can’t do anything but let you.”

~

Kenjaku is, at first, merely intrigued. You weren’t anything terribly special, and yet there was a terrible yearning left in Geto Suguru’s soul, like you had been threaded into his very physical existence. And, of course, it didn’t hurt that you were cute enough, all flashing eyes, and disbelieving when he decided to come to call.

It’s cute, lovely, really, the way you stand with a little knife, like you could even put a scratch on him, eyes cutting to the doors, wondering if you could get out an alarm. Not that the Gojo family would take you seriously, and no one of much importance was likely to be about at this hour. Not with Satoru sealed.

“Darling, it’s me,” he purrs, propping an elbow up on the kitchen table.

And there’s this look that crosses your face, all sweet and mournful and horrified disbelief. “No it’s not,” you tell him, and he really has to wonder, could there be two Six Eyes, just for him? But no, because he’d deceived Satoru’s Six Eyes. He simply couldn’t deceive a friend. “Suguru is dead.”

Ah, that lovely, choked-up, pained quality to your voice. “Well, that makes two people that have seen right through me,” he says. He takes a long moment to soak up all of you. You’re wearing that white skirt Suguru had seen you admiring last spring, and you do look incredible in it. These days, he can’t always distinguish his own thoughts from Suguru’s though.

Slowly something in your eyes cracks, and it’s lovely to watch, as your wavering knife sinks to your side. “Where is Satoru?”

He smiles at you, teasing. “Now, now, what could you possibly think I’ve done with him?”

“He didn’t come home today,” you say, “He always…”

“He always what, dear?” Kenjaku asks, something creeping into his good mood. “What could your cousin possibly do for you?”

Your eyes flicker with something a little too fast for him to catch. “He always tells me when he’s going to be away,” you insist, “you must have something to do with it. Why have you never… Where…”

“Why have I never visited?” he asks, approaching you slowly, gently as he could muster. Your face is soft in his hands, eyes swimming with a frustrated mess of feelings. “Well, I couldn’t exactly go giving myself up before it was time. You and Satoru both saw right through me.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Did you miss me that much?” He grins at the way your face goes blank in shock. “No need anymore, darling,” he assures you, “We’ll have all the time in the world to get reacquainted.”

[terixstool]

A small sketch of my vampires smp oc.

[babylonia-after-hours]

from Consanguinuity. A proposal, of sorts.

I did it, I gave in.

Tw for incest for the au, Gojo is just kind of a creep lololol

Yan!Gojo x fem Gojo clan oc

~

“Ne, Hoshi,” her clan leader said, waving a fistful of letters at her. “Do you know what all these are?”

“No. Sensei’s never asked for my help with correspondence, personal or political,” she told him, “Am I in trouble?”

He looked up at her over his glasses. “No. Is there a reason you should be?”

She frowned at him. “There isn’t, which is why I’m asking. You don’t usually call me in here.”

He didn’t answer, gesturing for her to come sit beside him. “I just wanted somewhere private so we don’t have any gossipers listening in.”

She obeyed, still side-eyeing him. “Alright, what did you need to talk about?” she asked slowly.

He tossed the letters aside, leaving them to dance on an imaginary draft, sending them spiralling to the tatami floor like leaves on an autumn wind. Hoshiko felt the blood drain from her face when she caught the name Zen’in on one of them. He certainly didn’t help any, leaning much too far into her personal space, head propped up on one hand, elbow on the desk between them, mouth pulled into a coy smile. “You’re terribly popular with other men, Hoshi, did you know that?”

Despite how she could feel her anger rising, she could only stare at him, dumbstruck. “Me?” she heard herself ask in an undignified squeak.

“Who else?” he asked, “Who else is my favorite cousin, hm?”

“I was not aware,” she said, face burning. “Why do you ask?”

His smile evaporated, and she could see his eyes narrow behind his sunglasses. “Because this is the fourth suitor that’s written to me about you,” he replied. “But considering how you weren’t aware of your popularity, I assume you had no hand in putting the idea in their heads.”

Hoshiko let out a long, shaky breath, burying her face in her hands. “You scare me sometimes, you know that?”

“Do I now?” he purred, pulling her chin up so she had to meet is cold, blue eyes. Somehow, she felt as though she should have been more embarrassed when faced with his unwavering, prying grin.

She sighed, because that was all she could do when he was staring her down like he was, agitated and expectant. “You do.”

“Eh? How cute.” He released her. “I will have you know, the next time I receive a proposition for you, I’m announcing our engagement.”

“’Our’…?” Hoshiko echoed, not quite processing the words coming out of his mouth.

He laughed. “Yes, Hoshi. If one more person writes to me asking for your hand in marriage, I’m marrying you myself.”

“Do I get to object?” she asked weakly. “Surely my clan leader refusing the proposal is plenty.”

“Hardly,” he replied, taking her face in both hands this time, pressing his forehead to hers. “They need to understand that you’re not available.”

“And you can’t just say that like a normal person?”

She could feel his breath against her face as he let out a little laugh. “I’m too jealous, you know that.” She wasn’t sure what she should have been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t for him to close the gap between them and press a firm kiss to her mouth. “I can’t let someone else even think they have a chance with you,” he murmured softly, “No one else, understood, Hoshi?”

[babylonia-after-hours]

from Consanguinutity

His affections were light, fingertips ghosting lightly across the skin just under the hem of a nightshirt, arms a little too tight around a waist, face buried in the crook of a neck, just a little too much affection for the only person that couldn’t return it, even if she wanted to. Hoshi’s breathing was slow and even, and through the fog in his brain, Satoru could turn it into the music of the ocean in it, the eternal, rhythmic sigh of the sea against the earth. “You take so much restraint to be around,” he murmured, arms tightening around her as if she could physically be any closer to him. He wanted to rearrange their bodies so there was not an atom of space between them and yet, if he let himself do that, he’d let himself do other things, and he knew that if he ever allowed himself to kiss her, there would be no turning back.

So he made himself settle for getting drunk and curling up in her bed, and dragging her out so he could see her under full sun, and the way her eyes lit up when she saw something pretty. Hoshi, he wanted to ask, do you remember when I proposed to you when we were kids?

Or, in which an unfortunate girl realizes the true depth of her misfortune.

~

I'm not gonna post the whole thing here, just cos yk *gestures at the title* but if you want my deranged ao3 it's midwinter-moonblossom (as of april '22, nothing's posted). I'll post only the most deranged shit there. It'll be pretty slow, because deranged horny only happens when the mood strikes me but I mean if you want some (distant) cousin fucking and the like, I'm your guy.

If you don't want that kind of content, then don't follow me, please. I don't want to hear bad takes about why I shouldn't write fucked-up fic.

[babylonia-after-hours]

So Perversion has got me thinking about that verse so i have an oc now her name os hoshiko and i,,, Will be writing more for hoshiverse. I'll probably see if I can keep it second person or smthn but I am *brainrotting*

It got super deranged super fast so next up is probably gojo x hoshi called ほしい

Reminder that a) your safety is important, and b) i write what i want. You don't have to read it, but I get to write it