THEY’RE HUMANS ╱ private and selective shoko ieiri of jujutsu kaisen. healed by bee, 18+, she/her. est. 08/2021. manga and anime spoilers ahead.
CARRD.

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@uncrsed
THEY’RE HUMANS ╱ private and selective shoko ieiri of jujutsu kaisen. healed by bee, 18+, she/her. est. 08/2021. manga and anime spoilers ahead.
CARRD.
there’s something to be said about shoko and risky behavior - she smokes and drinks like there’s no tomorrow and she’s fond of driving without a seatbelt. some old hits playing through the muffled radio and takeout boxes littering the passenger seat. they’ll be swept to the backseat and floor if she finds herself in another’s company -- but that’s all too rare nowadays. the seats smell of flowers and smoke -- perfume and bad habits, secrets and composure. some combination of numbing herself, yet feeling alive in the loneliest way possible.
and then there’s the non-committal nature of it all, too. shoko doesn’t like sticking around for long, doesn’t like the sense of responsibility that comes with planted roots. perhaps it’s why she’s never been a fantastic plant owner (they’ve all wilted and died) -- or explains her first kiss. disoriented and giggling, she’d tasted of lavender chapstick and earthy perfume, the moment ending in nearly the same instant it’d begun. shoko had kicked a rock, she remembers, then cracked some stupid joke and pretended like nothing ever happened. nothing to write home about, nothing to get tangled up in.
it’s complicated then, isn’t it - when a single instance becomes a habit?
shoko smoked one cigarette, intrigued by promises of relaxation and a mysterious aura.
one night out for drinks with her new classmates at jujutsu tech. stupid, annoying boys who wouldn’t leave her alone. pestered her for her hometown and birthday, favorite color and go-to karaoke song.
another cigarette -- exams are coming up and she’s been awfully uptight for someone who doesn’t care much for academia.
a weekend vacation with smiles and board games -- sandcastles on a sunny mid-morning and picnics with finger sandwiches and ice cream after surfing.
an ash-tray full of cigarettes, tired eyes and frowning lips. she’d been asked to stop -- numerous times -- and she’d always said she’d quit. that she did quit, present tense, but it’s easy to lie about it when she’s cooped up in either her office or the morgue.
sharing solemn glances with someone who she would’ve once died for and now can’t even look at. it’s not his fault. he did what he had to -- and maybe they both should’ve done something when they’d begun to see their beloved spiral. it’s not his fault, but he just reminds her of him.
shoko is non-committal -- that’s what she’d always stuck by.
so why, she wonders, does it hurt so much to quit?
smokes next to her / hI!!
narrows her eyes, a scoff practically begging to spill from her lips.
"thought you said you were quitting, huh ?"
( shoko knew he wouldn't stick to it -- she never had, either. but in the end, there's no one else she'd rather smoke with in hypocrisy. )
@civara
EYEZOOMS!
EYEZOOMS BACK HELLOOOOOO<3333
#STARSEEN ; independent private selective PANFANDOM MULTIMUSE by tiny. feat. muses from kimetsu no yaiba, ajin: demi-human, kekkai sensen, mob psycho 100 and MORE. mutuals only/18+. contains spoilers. crossover and oc friendly. LOW ACTIVITY. personals do not interact. ; #CARRD , #MEMES , #PROMO
/ phew.... blows dust off this place. hi. LMAO
“ na-na-mi.... you wouldn’t happen to be free for a drink tonight, would you? i could really use some relaxation and....
... reasonable companionship, for once. ”
@ethaer (nanami) ♡
helllooo i’ve been away at comic con this weekend but i’m back and ready to hit replies >:)
shinanai:
“Have you tried this yet?” Gojo points at Shoko with his fork, the chocolate cake on the end dropping a few crumbs onto the table with the motion. Set before him is a fair amount of sweets, all in different stages of being eaten. The current one, a delicious chocolate cake with candied cherry cream and dark chocolate ganache is too good for him not to tempt her to try. Besides, they were out and supposed to be enjoying themselves, he certainly was so she should follow suit. The doleful aura she was exuding was really harshening his vibe.
“You look like shit.” He adds, drawing his fork back towards him and plopping the cake into his mouth. Gojo peers at her from being his glasses while he chews, only speaking up again when he’s swallowed it all down. “Which is saying something since you always have dark bags under your eyes.”
Perhaps to others his words and attitude would come across harsh or uncaring but that wasn’t the case at all. In his own way he was prompting Shoko to express herself and letting her know that he was listening. A part of him can gather why she’s dreary. It had been a year since……. but he also desired to be wrong. Gojo leans back in his chair, fork now idly poking and prodding at different items without making a choice of what to eat next. Suddenly he wasn’t as hungry as he’d just been.
“… Did you have a nightmare? Maybe we could invest in a nightlight for you.” He adds as a second thought, his version of lightening a dark mood. / @uncrsed
the two of them were certainly a sight to behold : satoru gojo, with his plentiful mountain of cakes and pastries practically begging to be eaten, opposite shoko ieiri and her single cup of coffee. five shots of espresso, a splash of cream, and a thin-lipped smile set on her face. she can’t help but roll her eyes as satoru points out the obvious lack of refinement to her appearance, the dark circles that seem to be tattooed beneath her eyes. “yeah, i know. not like you’re much better off, ” comes a deadpan response, but that’s how it has always been between them: dry humor and metaphorical toy-knives pointed.
( sharp enough to make a point, but never harm. they balance each other like that.
it wasn’t always just the two of them, though. )
“the least you could do is point out something new, like how my hair thinned out. then i know you’re really paying attention.”
shoko shakes her head, nose scrunched in disgust at his suggestion of cake. sweets had never been her thing, and if she were being honest, the selection laid out before satoru made her stomach turn. to each their own, she supposed.
but cake and desserts symbolized celebration, happiness -- all things that felt wrong today. the cafe’s empty seats felt like they were filled with ghosts, moments of the past - clear indicators of what-had-beens turned what-ifs. sometimes, shoko thought the ghosts were real. she’d have to stop herself from whipping around, prevent the grief of facing the fact that the black pony-tail in the corner of her view was nothing more than a memory.
with steady hands, she takes another sip of her drink and wipes the corner of her mouth with a napkin. “i don’t need a nightlight, but you’re not wrong about nightmares.”
another sip.
“... well, not exactly nightmares -- there isn’t much that scares me anymore.
i just keep thinking about… you know.” shoko gestures vaguely, then slowly curls her hand into a fist and rests it in her lap.
“... that. ‘cause there’s a seat right across from me that’s feeling awfully empty, and all those stupid pastries could feed another person.”
always loosely-worded clues to her feelings, as if she’s prodding the situation to see what to say. she’d be shocked if satoru didn’t feel somewhat similar to her.
one entire year.
“.... especially since it looks like you’re having trouble deciding what to eat next.”
how do you need to be loved?
LIKE A CHILD LOVES THE RAIN .
you need to be loved in happiness and foolishness. a puppy love, a love so purely good, so full of happiness it makes your stomach ache. you need to be loved in a way that reminds you of the childhood you didn’t get to have. you need to be loved as if you’re feeling the rain fall upon your cheeks for the first time. refreshing, and clean.
tagged by : @uminotami ( thank you!! ) tagging : @whiterbone @ethaer @woefreed @xyumeni @bloodf1end+ anyone who would like!
THEY’RE HUMANS ╱ private and selective shoko ieiri of jujutsu kaisen. healed by bee, 18+, she/her. est. 08/2021. manga and anime spoilers ahead.
CARRD.
“ really, enough is enough - ! thank you for sharing this book with me, but i can’t focus when you wave it in my face every two seconds. yes, it is an interesting title. ”
@demon-boxed (gojo) ♡
“ another reversed-curse technique user.... i never thought i’d see the day. not that it’s unwelcome -- ! just a handful, especially with this year’s students... ”
@woefreed ♡
thoughts from twitter but wooww i am SAD
ft. muses from bnha, csm, death note, jjk & more ! ( carrd )
love’s not something you 𝙲 𝙾 𝙼 𝙿 𝚁 𝙴 𝙷 𝙴 𝙽 𝙳 . it is something you 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 .
———— an indie & selective princess peach of NINTENDO. canon divergent & headcanon - based portrayal. loved by nita. 𝙿 𝚁 𝙴 𝚂 𝚂 𝚂 𝚃 𝙰 𝚁 𝚃 .
new gen, same agenda.