I Really Like These Lil Fellas

i might need help

ik i have no followers but im desperate man

thank ya

hhi guys it's basil!

sunny told me to write on this thing called a... tumblr? aren't those water bottles?

it's nice to meet you all! what are emojis? one just popped up on my screen... maybe I should press that smiley face button!

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this is so cool! ive never had a phone before... ill have to thank sunny later!

goodbye friends!

A Rose By Any Other Name

fandom: Mouthwashing

characters: Curly x Paranoid!GN!Reader

warnings and summary: angst, depression, self-harm scars • you had no one to be there for you, so you wanted an escape, and thats the reason why you joined pony express. but now curlys here<3

title inspired by A Rose by Any Other Name... - Omori

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Captain Curly seemed intimidating at the start.

When you first met the crew, you were scared of Jimmy first. He stared at everyone like he was ready to fight the first person to say a word. Daisuke looked a bit too friendly. Swansea had the face of a drunk, angry stepfather. Anya seemed sweet but a little bit too nervous for your liking (you always thought that shy people had the most secrets). Curly had a smile on his face, but you were still timid.

The captain held his hand out to you. His lips twitched when you didn't take it, but he just ruffled your hair and grinned with a "Welcome, crewmate!"

You despised looking messy. Formality was key, your mother had taught you. Formality was all you had ever known.

He noticed the way you jolted to grab your phone and fix your hair with the help of the camera. He took a bag out of his suitcase and gave a brush that was inside it to you. Maybe he wasn't so bad- no. No. They were all going to be like everyone else who had ever spoken to you. You were set on that.

Your hands slowly took the brush. You nodded in thanks before you thoroughly combed your hair.

After three months on the ship, you settled down.

Daisuke was very affectionate around you, baking cakes for you randomly, which resulted in Jimmy scolding him for wasting supplies.

Swansea called you "kiddo" and patted your head often.

Jimmy rarely acknowledged you, but when he did he just nodded with the smallest smile (you knew he was trying).

Anya tended to your self-harm wounds a few times, you thanked her around fifty times each visit.

Curly was... a lot. He hugged you, made sure you slept and ate well, hooked his arm around yours when you felt nervous, and made you coffee. Occasionally he would let you sit on his cot with him and read comics together.

He saw how you shrinked in on yourself when the topic shifted to your life before the Tulpar.

"Oh... I, uhm.. It was okay."

Jimmy's brow furrowed, Daisuke was very confused, Anya frowned knowingly, Swansea sighed, Curly stared.

Everyone knew. Everyone was going to figure out. Curly spoke first.

"Eleborate on 'okay'? What was your childhood like?"

"Well, uh, I- I was raised good."

Swansea piped up next.

"Yeah? What were ya parents like, kiddo?"

"Mmh.. my mother was... formal... I never really talked to my father.."

Anya cleared her throat.

"Sweetheart, you need to open up eventually."

You looked down. Everybody was focused on you.

"Too much- I-"

"I'll be taking them for now. Resume with your activities, everyone."

A hand grabbed yours and gently gestured for you to get up.

A few minutes later, you were laying on your cot with Curly sitting by your side. His hand gently traced shapes on the back of yours.

"Are you okay now?"

You nodded.

"You don't have to talk, just so you know."

He gave you a caring smile, squeezing your hand twice.

"But if you ever need someone, captain knows best."

You smiled back at him.

In the morning, a yawn startles you awake.

Oh. Your. God.

Blonde hair erupted into your vision and blue eyes blinked down at you. Your eyes widened in return.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

You sputtered out sounds, frantically trying to grasp onto words. He chuckles at your struggling and shushes you with a press of his index finger to your lips.

"I suppose yes? That's good then. A captain must do his best make sure his crew is comfortable."

Then he winked at you. You felt heat and blood rush to your face.

"We could sleep in for a few more minutes, if you would like. The others haven't woken yet."

"...that'd be nice. Thank you."

It was nice. You finally felt like you belonged.

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2025

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You're Perfectly Perfect For Me

fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

characters: Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto

warnings: angst (to comfort), hinted depression?? maybe idk, mentons of past hallucinations, panic attacks, insomnia, lonely gojo, fluff at the end!<3

title inspired by IFHY - Tyler, the Creator

Satoru Gojo was tired.

No, tired was an understatement.

Satoru Gojo was completely exhausted.

It had been four years since Suguru left. Satoru knew it was wrong to still love the man that massacred an entire village, yet he found himself craving the affection he used to receive from the raven-haired man. He cried at night, holding onto whatever article of clothing Suguru let him 'borrow' (Satoru refused to give them back) and trying to inhale whatever scent was still there. Tonight was no different. Droplets of water splayed across Satoru's pale face, a sweatshirt held tight to his chest that had Suguru's name on the tag, and the sobbing of the strongest man could be heard from a mile away.

How was he strong if he cried this much?

He felt weak under Suguru Geto's influence.

-

"Satoru," and the honored one's lip trembled. "Let me help you."

February was Satoru's favorite month. He liked how alive everything looked, and the name itself sounded pretty to him. But what he wouldn't admit was that the true reason he loved it was because it was Suguru's birth month.

"I'm fine. I'm the strongest, remember?"

The ravenette sighed.

"You're upset. Don't lie to me, Gojo."

And for a second, Gojo wasn't the strongest.

"We're back to a last name basis, huh? Silly Sugu~ I don't know what I'm gonna do with ya!"

February 2. That was the day before Suguru's birthday. The day they had this conversation.

"Stop acting like everything is sunshine and rainbows. Talk to me, Gojo. That's all I need."

Satoru changed his favorite month later that day.

-

It was Wednesday, which meant Satoru had to go shopping.

He despised shopping, there always were too many people.

(But he couldn't pretend that he doesn't love the attention he gets from every woman around him.)

As he lazily pushed around a cart that was filled mostly with stuff he didn't need, he stopped.

A firm grip on his shoulder shocked him.

"Satoru."

Oh, how he hated that he knew that voice.

-

"Satoru, slow down. You're gonna get a brain freeze."

The boy in question simply laughed.

"Don't worry, Suguru! I'm the strongest!~ A little brain freeze isn't gonna- oh-"

Satoru wrapped his hands around his head in pain, slamming his face onto the table they were sitting at.

"Ow! Ngh- Suguru! Make it stooooppp!"

"..dumbass..."

A second later, the teen with silver hair was wrapped in the younger's arms. The shorter whispered sweet nothings and reassurances into the taller's ear.

Satoru loved his best friend's voice. If this wasn't heaven, he wasn't sure what was.

-

"Geto."

Saying the man's name made Satoru feel miserable.

A wound he tried so hard to close had re-opened.

"Geto, you... No."

Suguru- if it even was him- tilted his head.

"Satoru, it's me."

"Don't call me that."

The cursed user's eyes widened. His hand backed away from the shoulder it rested on.

"Y-You're not real," tears escape from Satoru's beautiful eyes. "You're just another fuckin' hallucination."

"I'm real, Sato- Gojo."

"No. I'm tired of this."

The younger one's breaths were noticably getting heavier. Suguru knew what was happening all too well

"Gojo, let me help you calm down."

"Don't come near me."

"I'm not taking no as an answer."

Before Satoru could move, Suguru hooked his arms underneath him and held him firmly to his chest.

"Breathe for me, Satoru."

-

It had been a month since they had reunited.

Suguru tried his best to be there for his past friend, though it felt foreign to both him and Satoru.

He hated how Satoru first flinched whenever he touched him, he always looked ready to burst into tears as well.

But Satoru got used to it, eventually, and found himself leaning into Suguru's warmth.

-

"Good morning, Satoru."

A soft groan erupted from the boy who had been woken up.

"...mornin', Sugu...."

Purple eyes closed as a certain sorcerer shoved his face into the smaller's chest. It no longer was uncomfortable or weird to them.

It felt like home.

And Suguru would be staying home forever, he decided.

-

"Sato? Baby?"

Suguru frowned at the empty mattress that sat neatly before him.

A small giggle could be heard.

Suguru shook his head disapprovingly.

"Satoru, I will choke you if you are hiding under the bed again."

Another giggle. Suguru swept down onto the floor, looking under their shared bed. No sign of his best fri- lover.

Oh, right. I forgot to mention that they got together.

Suguru frowned.

"Sato- ah!-"

Two bodies thud against the floor.

"Gotcha!~"

Suguru gets attacked with kisses and pecks on the face, causing a protest himself.

"Satoru, stop! Where the hell were you even hiding?!"

"In the closet, hehe~ And I'm afraid I won't stop!"

This continues for a few more minutes before the Limitless user gets tired. Suguru pats his head with a small smile plastered on his face.

"You scare me when you hide like that. It makes me think you're the one leaving this time."

"Whaaaaatt? How could I ever leave my Sugu boo?"

"Please don't call me that."

"Ugh, fine."

And they stayed like that for a long time, making up time they lost so many years ago.

"Satoru-"

"Suguru-"

"-I think you're perfect for me."

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created by sunnywrotethis☆

2025

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staring at this while having writers block is like the cure for cancer

except I still have writers block

thinking bout writing a satosugu fic where there will be a poll at the end of each chapter and the readers choices will affect the storyline like that one mc thing on netflix

15 likes and ill do it!

also you can ask for a certain event that happens in the story if you wanna!

shut up gyaru gojo x grunge sukuna is canon

Bitter

fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

characters: Megumi Fushiguro and Yuji Itadori

warnings: a lil suggestive part! but other than that its js itafushi, food, and love<3

Megumi knew Yuji had a weird addiction with lemons.

Its was 2:39 A.M., once upon a time, and Megumi woke up to Yuji's side of the bed left messy.

Megumi eventually got up to look for his lover.

Megumi paused once he saw the shadow of a certain pink-haired idiot sitting on the kitchen island, munching on some lemons without a care in the world.

"...Yuji...?"

"Oh, hey 'Gumi!"

"What the hell are you doing up so late..?"

"I dunno."

Sigh.

-

Yuji slammed himself onto his boyfriend's lap with a bowl of freshly cut lemons.

"You could've been softer, idiot. Now my hips hurt."

"Aww sorry. Was I too rough last night?"

"That.. wasn't what I was talking about..."

"Ah, my bad. Want a lemon?"

"Mhm."

Megumi ended up spitting it out, it didn't taste good to him.

Yuji ate whatever was left of it like a dog.

-

"Get your clothes on, Yu."

"Huh?"

"We're going shopping."

"Why? Did I forget the cupcakes for Gojo-sensei?"

"No, we're out of lemons."

Megumi had never seen his boyfriend put on clothes faster than he did just now.

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2025

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sukuna who holds one of satorus hands late at night on their balcony, tracing the youngers arm with his free hand.

"why is it that you have so many scars?"

"there's a lot more."

sukuna scoffed.

"are you seeing things? for a sorcerer born with the six eyes you sure are-"

"theyre not on me, sukuna."

oh.

why did it feel like his heart was cracking?

maybe he should give satoru a hug.

ps: they ended up cuddling🩵❤️

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2025

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i just want more attention.

i just wanna be reconigzed.

i want people to see me.

but the only way they will is if i hurt myself.

so maybe ill cut more often.

but that would be selfish of me.

so ill stick to craving for now.

Happy Easter!

bunny!gojo x bunny!geto x gn!reader<3

my nephew wrote "i ♡ uncle sunny" on one of his eggs with a crayon and gave it to me, love ya too kiddo :)

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• What you were not expecting to be at your dorm room door at 3 AM was your best friends Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto to have bunny ears

• Suguru's ears were a similar color to his hair, around 6 inches tall but folded out of embarrassment

• Satoru's perked up more, happy to see you. They had a few light blue streaks but mostly blue. They were a few centimeters taller than Suguru's

• "It was a uh, a curse." Suguru gulps

• What kinda curse had that power?

• Reluctantly, you let them on and pay the spot next to you in your bed

• Satoru immediately cuddles up to your hips, his puffy tail happily twitching violently. Suguru was a little bit more timid, but found a comfortable spot on your chest to lay his head

• "Thanks for lettin' us in, sweets!" Satoru smiled up at you

• "Thank you too, Y/N. It's embarrassing for you to see us like this, but we knew we could trust you." Suguru leans into you more

• aka now your smothered by two grown men who think they have a right to act small just because they have ears and a tail

• Your hand treads through Satoru's hair, scratches his ears, which earns you an excited yip!

• awww

• You smile and nuzzle your head to the side, softly rubbing his ears with your head since Satoru demanded you use both hands to pet him

• A few minutes later, Suguru grabs your remote and turns something random on youtube to watch. Satoru takes it as his signal to scoot up so he's laying next to you in the same position as Suguru is

• Both boys mutter a tiny "I love you" before closing their eyes, their heads tucked under your chin and their ears providing pillows for your cheeks

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thank god for imagination and hybrid satosugu

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created by sunnywrotethis⁠☆

2025

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