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day 4 (04/30/26) of sashisu week - domestic fluff

Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences  Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings  Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru & Ieiri Shoko  Characters: Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Ieiri Shoko  Additional tags: Pre-Star Plasma Vessel | Hidden Inventory Arc (Jujutsu Kaisen), Headaches & Migraines, Fluff, Hurt Gojo Satoru, Sickfic, Vomiting, Self-Indulgent, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Ieiri Shoko is a Good Friend

Summary

But even sleeping was more difficult than he anticipated. He sat staring at his ceiling for a two good hours—with the intense head pain progressively getting more awful—before finally feeling drowsy.

He fell asleep thinking, ‘There’s no way this could possibly get any worse, right?’

Kunal Karan Kapoor: Lost in the rhythm of the waves and the whispers of palm trees, I found my own slice of paradise at Cabo Serai in South Goa.

Enveloped in a cocoon of tranquility in the absence of urban clamour, this eco resort seamlessly blends luxury with sustainable travel. The gentle rustle of leaves and distant waves lend a serene backdrop and the minimalist design create a zen haven. The staff, graciously fulfilling all our indulgences, going above and beyond and truly making our stay memorable. Their warm and friendly demeanour made us feel not just like guests, but cherished members of a temporary community of Cabo Serai. A community that lives well and eats scrumptiously organic, locally sourced cuisine. Thank you @caboserai for being the perfect escape from the daily grind. Here, amidst the golden sands and azure waters, every moment feels like a chapter from a novel waiting to unfold. Thank you for a night sky full of stars.

thank you @veneritia for the tag!! these words were so fun to find bc i forgot i wrote these lmfao <3 anyway, pulled from the pages of knights xx

my words are : teeth, sharp, green, want

— teeth

There is a reason why even the elite of Arkridge love visiting her aunt’s fine establishment, just to spend an evening of pleasure and liquor, waking up with their blurry memories and the taste of someone’s lipstick lingering on their lips. It helps that her auntie is a Clemonte, they like to call her one of their own, smiling through their teeth as they praise her for sharing a piece of Zircon District’s many indulgences to Downtown.

— sharp

It is easy to be fooled by Aredhel’s angel face, but she is just a sharp girl with a sharper tongue. The easy smile on the younger girl’s lips irks her, in a way that makes Sera’s skin crawl. She is a great pretender.

— green

Her father always said the real Arkridge can only be found in Downtown, the other districts are just masks of who they strive to be. It is only in the bath of neon green light and vapour rainbows do people see this city’s rotten core.

— want

“Sounds awfully like something a murderer would say,” Selena says out loud to no one in particular. But the entire room feeds on her words, buzzing alive with the prospect.

Storm leans closer to the youngest Clemonte and bares her teeth, whispering low so only she can hear, “Sounds awfully like you want to push the blame on someone, right, chandelier girl?”

tagging @cheshawrites @sugar-phoenix @ajnata @charitet @thewritersplace

tysm @thewritersplace for tagging me in this, i tried my best to find these words it was funnn!! from the pages of knights...

my words are : blood, innocence, night, monsters

— blood

Then, she cleaned up his apartment, bleached the blood off the floor, and burned all that condemning evidence in the fireplace until there was nothing left but ash and the tinge of smoke wafting through the apartment. She wondered if she would get tired of being Arthur’s janitor.

— innocence

“Don’t be a fool,” Maribelle hisses, snatching the ziplock bag and shoving it back into her pocket.

"But we have so much in common.” The blonde pouts brusquely, her lower lip jutting out and her green eyes blinking at her in false innocence.

— night

Serafine huffs in annoyance, helping Renee drag the body to the middle of the room, it thuds ungracefully down the short flight of stairs. “You need to take a break, I doubt anyone is going to miss the infamous Geraint for one night.”

— monsters

Citizens of Arkridge City call them puppeteers, rulers, monsters. Fear is a weapon the round table wields with ease, but when the godfather of this empire is murdered, the city is reminded that they, too, are only human.

tagging @sugar-phoenix @ajnata @serpentarii @charitet and tagging u back kendra

tagged by @veneritia and @thewritersplace bc ive been slacking off on tag games and let these pile up anyways two birds one post ig

from knights, although it's been a while since i've touched it xx

“Anonymity is a weapon, wield it, manipulate it, exploit it. You follow Sage to clean up, no distractions,” Reginald would tell her, swaying in his spinny chair as he turns the projector off. The inkblots flicker away to leave a white screen, so shiny that she can see her own reflection staring back. “It’s simple, really. When there are two of something, one is the primary. You, Storm, are the other.”

tagged by!! @serpentarii thank you bestie <33

rules!! post the last line you've written

They weren’t the children they were before, the united front of a family that stands against all. They kill those closest to them and smile when they slit their throats because betrayal comes easy to them now.

No thoughts will come today.

Head empty, but you.

Then I remember why,

the reason why I will always return

to the comfort given by blank pages.

You talk about techno love.

Platonic, digital.

Bidimensional.

I experienced it,

suffered it, enjoyed it,

inside my own flesh and soul.

I would tell you everything

if both of our worlds united for a second.

If you only knew I exist.

Then I would whisper on your lips

before you vanish again,

and leave me one more time

into my computer love.

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