inactive.

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐇𝐋𝐔𝐈𝐒. 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝑫𝑶𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑺. he is half my soul, as the poets say.

[veraiism]

“ — 𝓓AENERYS IS OUR 𝓗OPE, * ੈ✩‧₊˚ ”

˚.🎀༘⋆ verana. xviiii. arab-afri girlie in the uk obsessed with 𝒅aenerys targaryen and 𝒈ojo satoru, this is a primarily 𝒋ujutsu 𝒌aisen (n)sfw page with spoilers and unconventional content.

゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ QARTH WESTEROS ˖᯽ ݁˖

© 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐈𝐒𝐌. 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄.

[danijaci]

commissioned on vgen!

[personsonable-deactivated201908]

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

[miaislying]

Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?

[personsonable-deactivated201908]

decay exists as an extant form of life

[miaislying]

That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day

[haystarlight]

THE ORIGINAL?!?!!!!!!!!;!!!!!!!!???

[belimah]

Ieiri Shoko by hua

[ganseysmagiciansz]

when i show up to the haunting the narrative competition but my opponent is altan trengsin

[dooberlane]

at the end of the world

[veraiism]

people in the jjk fandom need to actually go outside

[kcokaine]

at some point in their life

[veraiism]

the new movie really expanded further on aangs loss and grief and I am so here for it !!! the animated series doesnt really delve into it much and with the main quest of the story taking precedence in the plot, that eventually overshadows it and that sad fact is pushed to the side. aang becomes just the avatar to us and we watch his journey as he learns to be it.

but with this new movie, we the viewers are reminded once again of who aang is first once more, an airbender and the last one at that. the movie opening up with his memories of his time at the temple and the happiness he felt then especially encapsulates this. that is what aang yearns for most of all. to return to a time where he wasn’t just the last, where the sky filled with bison and he could glide through the sky as free as the breeze.

his grief is so large. i wonder how scary it must feel, for him to know at the young age of just twelve that he will forever be burdened with carrying the last vestiges of his culture and people. that no matter how much he wants to, there will just never be enough time to say it all, to scavenge his memories as vague as they now become over the years and tell them all he knows. the gaang are now his family yes, but he quietly mourns the one he lost long ago and wonders wether if he had stayed back that maybe they would still be here.

I completely understand, as sad as it is, why he favoured tenzin more than his other children. this was the first airbender he’s seen in years after him, someone he could impress all of his memories onto, teach him of the airbending ways just how monk gyatso did for him. I wonder if he held tenzin and knew, as if it were something intrinsic to him, that yes, his culture wouldn’t die with him after all and lets out the sigh he’s been holding in for so, so long.

[veraiism]

can someone give me recs for JJK fics on this app that aren’t just smut and have actual good plots…it feels like looking for a needle in a haystack, seriously, the entire jjk tags is literally poundtown no joke 😭😭😭bring back pwp fics please!

[aransmind]

guitarist gojo

[ma0chi77]

wipp

[okko-tsu]

HOUSE RULES⠀─── ⠀Your daughter's friend always heard from her that her parents are disgustingly in love. She doubts it after watching you and Sukuna interacting.

The girl had heard many stories about her friend’s parents.

“You don’t understand,” she had said more than a million times, “my parents are, like, disgustingly in love. It’s embarrassing.”

She had expected something cringey. Kisses in the kitchen. Maybe matching mugs. Some middle-aged couple nonsense. Something wholesome, like in one of those old movies.

She hadn’t expected… this.

She stood awkwardly near the front door, her hands gripping the straps of her backpack. She felt slightly suffocated, as if the walls had eyes and all of them were staring at her.

A deep voice echoed through the house and she swallowed hard, glancing toward the kitchen, where her friend was calmly chewing her toast as if it were just another normal day.

“Are you blind?” Ryomen cleared his throat, one hand on his hip and the other lifting a small yogurt bottle to his mouth, his eyes fixed on his wife. “That’s not how you cut them.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” For a moment, the girl thought you were actually apologizing, but judging by the way you stabbed the poor fruit with the knife, it was easy to predict what would come next. “Next time I’ll ask for permission from the master chef before touching a knife.”

He smiled, but it wasn’t a kind smile. It was the kind that showed too many teeth. Almost mocking.

“You really should,” he replied, taking another sip of yogurt as if he were completely relaxed, as if his wife didn’t have her hand dangerously close to a knife. “Because clearly you lack the motor coordination.”

You slowly turned your body, leaning your hip against the counter and crossing your arms, your lips parting to retort. “It’s just a fruit.”

“Presentation matters.” He shrugged.

“Then cut it yourself.”

He tilted his head slightly. “Are you admitting your incompetence?”

“I’m offering you an opportunity, coward.”

“Right—“ Sukuna’s gaze shifted, his eyes landing on the visitor near the door. “Who’s that.” His expression was terrifying to the poor girl.

“My friend, dad.” The teenager took one last sip of coffee and stood up. “She’s walking to school with me.”

“You brought someone into my house without asking for my permission first?” Sukuna placed the yogurt bottle on the counter and crossed his arms.

“That ‘someone’ is her friend,” you interrupted. “And the house is ours. I allowed it. Stop making a scene.” Your voice lowered slightly, as if trying to spare the poor girl from feeling even more embarrassed and intimidated.

“But she didn’t ask permission—”

“I asked mom. She’s the one who decides, anyway,” your daughter said, placing her plate in the sink and grabbing her backpack from the chair.

He let out a low “hm” through his nose.

“Of course,” he murmured, uncrossing his arms only to rest his hands on the counter behind him, leaning his weight back with an almost irritating calmness. “You hide behind your mother’s authority.”

“Sure, sure,” the teenager rolled her eyes, already pulling her friend by the arm toward the door.

“Sweetheart,” you said, your voice softer than anything you had used in the past few minutes. “Aren’t you going to be late? Your father can give you two a ride.”

“I don’t—”

“We’re fine! Thank you so much!” the friend answered far too quickly, dragging your daughter outside.

Ryomen’s gaze returned to you. “Did you see her behavior? In my time, children who challenged their parents learned—”

“You’re too talkative today,” you replied. “And don’t complain, you’re the one who spoiled her.”

He scoffed, leaning over and hugging you from behind.

As the two girls walked side by side, the friend cleared her throat.

“Are they… okay?”

“They’re like that,” she replied. “Gross, right? Imagine listening to that flirting every single day.”

“Flirting?” she asked, confused.

[luna-pagefinal]

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[veraiism]

love is the most twisted curse of all.

the smell of metal clings to him—the evidence of blood stains his hands, a few drops stain his porcelain skill. he could pass off as a model—a doll, if he weren’t so rotten inside.

you can only stare at what seems to be satoru gojo infront of you. a monster wears his face, has taken the real man from you and worn his skin like old clothes that fit perfectly.

he’s done—said, horrible things. taken things he can never give back. his heart is as black as his sunglasses, wretched and rotten.

satoru gojo is forbidden fruit you have been told not to touch. but desire still whispered in ear.

what came out of being obedient? some would argue that Adam and Eve’s greatest act was not when they began the human race but when they ate from the tree and barred their offspring from Eden.

satoru gojo is original sin—the fruit you must not eat, the hand you must not hold, the face you must not caress. he is all you want but can not have, should not have. he is the ache between your ribs, the heat between your legs and the breath that escapes your lips.

your mother tells you to stay away. a blight that boy is, everything he touches dies.

your father says he is a curse, look at his friend and then look at him, he’s going to ruin our my poor girl!

all the warnings fall from your mind like petals.

you nudge the door open wider, allowing him entry into your home. he doesn’t need to ask. you’re foolishly in-love with him that’s why.

and even when his face and hands are scrubbed clean and his hair smells faintly of your lavender shampoo, his fingers inching towards you from across the bed. you can’t say no.

you never say no.

not when his lips press against yours, selfish and wanting and leave ruin in its ache. not when the hot slide of his tongue breaches your mouth and his hands wanders across your skin, tainting everywhere he touches with his blight.

you’re sleeping with the devil, you know, everyone knows. but they don’t know you let him in every time.

© 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐈𝐒𝐌. 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄.

[veraiism]

“your sister is a menace, she never shuts her mouth.” he grumbles, collapsing onto the couch in your office. the light outside had faded into the rosy pink that meant dusk. in this specific lighting, his hair looks more sakura than it does in the day.

“yes, but she never lies. what did she say?” your pen falls to a halt mid sentence. your sister was a brusque women but she never lied. she simply “spoke the truth many did not want to hear,” and while you could try and say you disliked it, you valued the honesty she gave.

maybe not so much now atleast.

sukuna has a blank look on his face, the only telltale sign of emotion being the slightly prominent vein in the side of his neck that pulsed very faintly with every beat of his heart. you can deduce that whatever your sister had said had angered him greatly. (or was it annoyance that you read from him?)

“she said I should leave before I break your heart.”

you cock your head to the side, eyes squinting at the man to the side of you. your eyes trail his face leeringly, following the black marks branded on his skin. you follow it down, down, down until it disappears past the collar of his clothes.

back when you first met him, he had been the paragon of evil in your world. the man who all feared and revered at the same time. the man who was rumoured to eat the flesh of his captives. the man who had torn his heart out for the sake of power. the king of curses.

and now he sat here, in your home, in your council advising you and he had never looked further from that man than he did now. he has become tame ever since arriving in the capital but you know, you know the tempest brewing beneath his false skin. the thirst for blood that had not left him—only been pushed aside.

“and should i?”

his gaze flickers to you, crimson oculi beneath his lashes. his mouth is slanted in a smile (or what you think it is), pearly white canines peak from behind his rose lips. was there anything more wicked than it? the mouth that had been attached to yours but a few hours ago. his mouth that had once been periodically stained with the ichor of curses—been dotted with bruises from your own.

what a wretched thing he was, you think, as you rise from your seat.

“you know the answer to that already.”

and there it is. the stark truth that was the film of desire, disgust and admiration that lay between the two of you. there is no doubt he will bring about your downfall, that was a thought you had long accepted, one thing you didn’t need your sister telling you. the hunger in him is still calling, you can see, and soon it will swallow you whole.

but all you can think when you lower yourself into the steel bands of his arms, when his woeful mouth latches onto your neck like a ravenous beast is that you’ll bring about his own destruction too.

© 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐈𝐒𝐌. 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄.

[heartkaji]

★… LOVE ISLAND JJK ! ❞

GOOD EVENING, TUMBLR !

it’s your host, MARS STERLING live from the villa ! five couples remain on the island & tonight, one of them is going home—it’s up to america tumblr to vote who they think is the least genuine couple, & decide who will be dumped from the island !

includes 𝜗ৎ gojo satoru, getou suguru, ryomen sukuna, nanami kento, fushiguro toji

★ GOJO X Y/N ⎯⎯ FAN TWITTER !

huntrix00 says:

‘did yall not see how satoru rolled his eyes when y/n kept telling him to not talk to the casa girls. free my man omg 😭’

slushynoobzz7 says:

‘GOJO AND Y/N ENEMIES TO LOVERS I’M HERE FOR IT. but can we talk abt the scene where he was lwk palming her in her bikini tho…like sir this is NATIONAL TELEVISION.’

hothighpriestess says:

‘okay but are we just gonna ignore the fact that gojo is a sagittarius. he’s gonna cheat on my girl please free y/n 💔’

ⓘ CONFESSIONALS

‘gojo and y/n, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’

gojo’s thumbing your thighs on national television.

not the fleshy surface, he’s much too crass for that. gojo satoru dips bony fingers into the split in your thighs & pouts when you shoot him a glare. his glower melts into grin; you think he has too many teeth.

“look, i flirt. that’s like, breathing for me. but y/n? first girl who ever made me question my skills,” he turns to you, “that’s why i flirt with her the most.”

“i’d say i’m honored, but you’d flirt with a wall if you could.”

gojo satoru doesn’t sport his blind-man glasses for a change. his hair is sweat soaked & sticky & full of half-curls. when you’re done speaking he makes a show of clutching his chest in pain, eyes rolled shut like chestnut shells.

“dramatic,” you mutter but your tone is fond. you reach out a palm to cup his cheek but he takes your palm & kisses it instead. his lips are summer sticky. there’s peach shine where he kissed your hand.

satoru grins.

“you’re the only one for me in this villa,” he hums into your palm, “and unless zendaya shows up, it’s staying that way.”

“that’s not the romantic closing statement you think it is.”

★ NANAMI X Y/N ⎯⎯ FAN TWITTER !

luvolandria says:

y’all i could NEVER be a casa girl do u see how they treat y/n ?? and omg she’s such an angel notice how she keeps it classy even when they outright BULLY her. tumblr please give this queen my 100k

penguinn0 says:

‘just realized that the reason nanami didn’t kiss y/n for like five eps is because she said she’s scared of being used and he doesn’t want her to think that’s the case w him??? bye if they get dumped i’m dropping the show’

kubzscouts-is-my-wifey says:

‘omg y/n is SO pretty she literally looks like princess tiana ?? but i lwk don’t want her nd nanami to win they’re kinda boring imo😭’

ⓘ CONFESSIONALS

‘y/n and nanami, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’

being with nanami burned like hell.

but you won’t say that on national television. not when you’re half-sat on his lap & his palm sleeps heavy on your hips. you shift & he pats your thigh. aching, automatic.

“i’d say that for y/n and i, things haven’t mostly been easy.”

you cough, an understatement. but kento pays you no mind. he keeps spilling words from the jugular.

“y/n’s been especially strong, and that’s one of the things i admire about her. it wasn’t easy coupling up despite the opposition, but i’m forever grateful she chooses to stay by my side regardless.”

he grips your palm & you squeeze back.

“what kento and i have is real,” you soften, “and i’d be damned if i let some villa bitch ruin it.”

kento’s lip twists. you swear you see a smile.

★ TOJI X Y/N ⎯⎯ FAN TWITTER !

percabeth4ever says:

‘tumblr as much as i love watching them pls DO NOT let them win !! ik toji irl and he’s literally a beggar on my street, he did NOT come here for love 😭’

holdingspace4cierra says:

‘yall i’d hate to be the other islanders🧍‍♀️ imagine trying to get your 8 hours in but y/n & toji doing it raw right next to you smh 🥀

kiribaku4l says:

‘bad bitch w a bad boy we LOVE to see it. and the way u can literally feel their sexual tension through the screen?? yeah I’m taking them to the finals🙏.’

ⓘ CONFESSIONALS

‘y/n and toji, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’

“y/n’s annoying,”

“excuse me?”

toji’s slouched & heavy boned on the comforter, one arm thrown lazy over your seat as he shrugs. “bossy. picks fights if i breathe wrong. way too complicated.”

“like your financial situation.”

you’re promptly ignored. “and she never stops running her mouth—unless my hand’s on her throat.”

you don’t miss the way the camera man coughs.

“but she’s smart. sharp. and when she’s asleep? clings to me like she’ll die if i leave.”

you blink, voice small as your fingers curl around his wrist. your brows furrow & your lips are tugged downwards as if you’re trying to recall every moment you’ve ever slept together. “i don’t do that.”

“you do,” a pause. “kills me every time.”

“still not splitting the money though.”

you look up at him & his lips are bent in a clumsy grin. you pinch his side,

“try it and die.”

★ SUGURU X Y/N ⎯⎯ FAN TWITTER !

sodapoppp says:

‘when suguru comes on screen so i come too 💔’

ishowmeat says:

‘are we not gonna talk about how getou cried more when he thought satoru was gonna leave the island than when the same happened to y/n…get this man off my screen🤦‍♀️’

master-jinshis-cumslut says:

‘these two gotta be the FIRST couple in love island history to actually use the swimming pool😭 also that challenge when y/n gave him a lap dance ??? foaming at the mouth omg’

ⓘ CONFESSIONALS

‘y/n and suguru, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’

“that lap dance was me proving a point,”

you’re idly playing with the collar of his shirt, knuckles brushing his lips as he presses half-pecks to your skin. getou hums, “and what point is that ?”

“you’re not as unbothered as you pretend to be.”

suguru sighs as if defeated, eyes pressed shut & your palm trailing down his shirt as he sinks into the comforters. “you caught me,” he breathes, “hard to fake unbothered when you looked at me like you knew what you were doing.”

“i did know,” you smile sweetly, tucking yourself into his side. his palm smooths heavy over your arm & you lean up like you’re about to peck him on the lips—then don’t. he frowns.

“you breathe different when you’re jealous.”

he pokes your nose, “and you grin when you think you’ve won.”

his fingers rub circles on your thigh, slow & sure & syrup heavy, “you like getting reactions out of me, don’t you?”

you hum into his side, “i wanna see you crack.”

“careful,” suguru shifts you so your knee’s in his lap, lips pressed into your hair. “you might get addicted to what comes out.”

the producers have to remind you this is a confession booth.

★ SUKUNA X Y/N ⎯⎯ FAN TWITTER !

mamoushii says:

‘y/n and sukuna are really miscommunication final boss—like wdym they BOTH brought back ppl from casa just cuz they couldn’t tell if the other would be serious about closing off?? is this love island or blue spring ride omg.’

mirawontmiss says:

‘the way sukuna was acting like the prize at first then switched up when he realized y/n won’t chase him LMFAOO’

nicolandria101 says:

‘the way sukuna almost STRANGLED that casa guy over y/n??? I KNOW THAT COOKIE GOOD 🙌’

ⓘ CONFESSIONALS

‘y/n and sukuna, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’

“i think sukuna confuses control for care.”

“and i think y/n confuses silence with indifference.”

you glare at him. sukuna is unbuttoned sun-shirt & silver chain glinting across his chest. he meets your gaze from the corner of his eyes,

“you act like if i don’t say it, it isn’t real.”

“because you don’t say it.”

sukuna’s tone dips, low, dangerous: “i show it. when i didn’t kiss that casa girl. when i socked that guy who tried to touch you. when i slept on the daybed ‘cause you were mad at me.”

your arms are still crossed over your chest. you don’t meet his eyes.

“don’t tell me i don’t care when you’re the only one i lose sleep over.”

your heart claws up your throat. you’re chewing your cheek trying to suppress the bubbling in your chest. you bite your tongue,

“you still brought back someone from casa too.”

“so did you,” he quips. “guess we’re both fucked.”

you lean your head against his shoulder. “guess we are.”

the islanders have spoken, it’s time for tumblr to cast its votes !

THE VOTES HAVE BEEN CAST ! TUMBLR HAS SPOKEN !

TOJI AND Y/N HAVE BEEN DUMPED FROM THE ISLAND !

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