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[saerotonins]

also!!! before i start ghosting everyone again /j, thank you so much for 900 <33

#rica talks ˙✧˖° ⭐️ ⋆｡ #pretty surprising wince i havent written anything in like two months #but thank you still <33

[saerotonins]

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS OH MY GODDDD 😵‍💫😵‍💫 sorry i kept on getting caught up w other things and losing motivation but. it is done. finally 😭

#HE IS SO STINKING CUTE OMG #barbie exhibits 🎨*ੈ✩‧₊˚

[saerotonins]

lmfao i plan to rewrite some of the things ive published bc im lowkey cringing whenever i try to check them by myself, i guess that means im slowly growing (still am) as a writer now 😬 or it just means im having an identity crisis lolol

#rica talks ˙✧˖° ⭐️ ⋆｡

[saerotonins]

hello atee ask ko lang po kung nagsusulat pa kayo sa tumblr or sa twitter nyo?

helloooo i currently have no time to publish anything rn pero i have some wips that im currently writing hehe i have no plans (so far lol) to stop on writing naman, nabusy lang ako HAHAHAH

#barbie mails 𓍢ִ໋💌˚୨୧⋆｡ #barbie: no return address 𓍢ִ໋💌˚୨୧⋆｡

[saerotonins]

Rica!!! I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever I hope you’re okay and looking after yourself 💖✨

AAAAAAH beloved melk hello!!! i have been so busy w uni i had no time to even lurk in here lol 😭 but thank you so much for the message <33 i hope you are doing well too mwamwa <33

#barbie mails 𓍢ִ໋💌˚୨୧⋆｡

[saerotonins]

i miss it when people remember that we are humans too and we have our own lives outside our hobbies.

imagine opening the app and this shit pops up? i know i haven't been posting lately because i've been so busy with uni but that doesn't give you the right to act like writing is my job. it is NOT. i write with my own time and whenever i want, and post whenever i CAN. please understand that i did not ask to be busy nor asked to have a writer's block. i get that you may want more from me but you don't need to be an asshole about it.

#you bitches are getting brave on anon it's ridiculous #imagine being this entitled to writers who write #for FREE

[saerotonins]

₊˚ෆ THE CONDEMNED SOUL AND HIS SAINT

✧ — ALLERGEN INFO...! ryomen had long disregarded the notion of love, gods, deities, and the heavens. until he met you, his one true saint. sukuna ryomen x you. word count: 468.

✧ — KIND REMINDERS...! fiction ≠ reality. heavily self-indulgent. this is for entertainment purposes only. any similarities to other's works are purely coincidental.

✧ — KAI'S NOTES...! twt/x saw this first haha. was feeling a lil silly with this fic. don't forget to reblog and enjoy :D

Ryomen Sukuna had long disregarded the existence of gods, deities, and the heavens. Love, too, was an alien concept to him. He was oblivious to the true meaning of love– how to give love and to be loved. He believed it to be anything but soft like how Shakespeare and Neruda romanticised it to be, only convinced that love was a ferocious beast that possessed teeth that would bite and bruise– open wounds that would never heal along with time. 

Throughout his life, Sukuna's relationships had been shallow, superficial encounters driven solely by desire for his body, sculpted by the gods themselves. None had truly seen the real Sukuna beneath the surface—his vulnerabilities, his battles fought, both won and lost. He was always reduced to his physical form, rather than his bruised heart and battle-worn soul. But then, he met you, and everything changed. 

"Do I still taste of war? Can you still feel the battles etched across my skin, each scar a testament to the struggles I've faced? Am I still in the process of rebuilding, piecing myself together bone by fragile bone?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.

And you, without hesitation, replied with a resounding "Yes." Because to you, loving him meant embracing every part of him, flaws and all. You didn't love him in spite of his imperfections; you loved him because of them. You saw beneath the surface, acknowledged the battle scars he bore and kissed them tenderly. Your fingers traced the contours of his soul, pouring your love into every crack and crevice. You were the one who reignited his dormant heart, showing him that he was more than just a condemned soul.

In a life where he felt forsaken by gods worshipped by the people as saviours, you were his one true saint—the one who held his hand and healed his scars when the heavens turned away. The fires of hell that once scorched his skin were extinguished by the warmth of your touch, leaving him yearning for more.

You were more than human to him; akin to sunlight through a window pane in which he stands in, warmed. You were more than human to him; you were his saint, the one he prayed upon. With you, Sukuna found himself enveloped in a love so profound, so consuming, that he couldn't help but surrender to its embrace. As he stood engulfed in your radiance, he knew that he had found perfection incarnate.

In your presence, Sukuna found grace in the ordinary and divinity in the mundane. You were his Venus, his Diana, his goddess walking among mortals. And as he gazed upon you, he knew that he would love you for eternity, for you had become intertwined with his very soul. 

Sukuna will always love you, his saviour, his saint, his salvation.

#barbie library ༘⋆🖇️📖⋆｡ °✩ #barbie faves ‹𝟹✮>ᴗ<

[saerotonins]

I STILL CANT GET OVER HOW GOOD THIS WAS PLSSSS CHECK THIS OUT IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND

₊˚ෆ THE CONDEMNED SOUL AND HIS SAINT

✧ — ALLERGEN INFO...! ryomen had long disregarded the notion of love, gods, deities, and the heavens. until he met you, his one true saint. sukuna ryomen x you. word count: 468.

✧ — KIND REMINDERS...! fiction ≠ reality. heavily self-indulgent. this is for entertainment purposes only. any similarities to other's works are purely coincidental.

✧ — KAI'S NOTES...! twt/x saw this first haha. was feeling a lil silly with this fic. don't forget to reblog and enjoy :D

Ryomen Sukuna had long disregarded the existence of gods, deities, and the heavens. Love, too, was an alien concept to him. He was oblivious to the true meaning of love– how to give love and to be loved. He believed it to be anything but soft like how Shakespeare and Neruda romanticised it to be, only convinced that love was a ferocious beast that possessed teeth that would bite and bruise– open wounds that would never heal along with time. 

Throughout his life, Sukuna's relationships had been shallow, superficial encounters driven solely by desire for his body, sculpted by the gods themselves. None had truly seen the real Sukuna beneath the surface—his vulnerabilities, his battles fought, both won and lost. He was always reduced to his physical form, rather than his bruised heart and battle-worn soul. But then, he met you, and everything changed. 

"Do I still taste of war? Can you still feel the battles etched across my skin, each scar a testament to the struggles I've faced? Am I still in the process of rebuilding, piecing myself together bone by fragile bone?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.

And you, without hesitation, replied with a resounding "Yes." Because to you, loving him meant embracing every part of him, flaws and all. You didn't love him in spite of his imperfections; you loved him because of them. You saw beneath the surface, acknowledged the battle scars he bore and kissed them tenderly. Your fingers traced the contours of his soul, pouring your love into every crack and crevice. You were the one who reignited his dormant heart, showing him that he was more than just a condemned soul.

In a life where he felt forsaken by gods worshipped by the people as saviours, you were his one true saint—the one who held his hand and healed his scars when the heavens turned away. The fires of hell that once scorched his skin were extinguished by the warmth of your touch, leaving him yearning for more.

You were more than human to him; akin to sunlight through a window pane in which he stands in, warmed. You were more than human to him; you were his saint, the one he prayed upon. With you, Sukuna found himself enveloped in a love so profound, so consuming, that he couldn't help but surrender to its embrace. As he stood engulfed in your radiance, he knew that he had found perfection incarnate.

In your presence, Sukuna found grace in the ordinary and divinity in the mundane. You were his Venus, his Diana, his goddess walking among mortals. And as he gazed upon you, he knew that he would love you for eternity, for you had become intertwined with his very soul. 

Sukuna will always love you, his saviour, saint, his salvation.

#barbie library ༘⋆🖇️📖⋆｡ °✩ #barbie faves ‹𝟹✮>ᴗ< #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff

[saerotonins]

ricaaa!!! it’s been a while how have you been??👀

AHHHH CHU MY BELOVED I MISSED U!!!! it's been a while indeed and i already miss it here 😭‼️ ive been so busy w uni and other stuff and barely had any tine to write D: i hope ure doing well rn mwamwamwa !!!! <33333

#barbie mails 𓍢ִ໋💌˚୨୧⋆｡ #barbie: chuluoyi 𓍢ִ໋💌˚୨୧⋆｡

[saerotonins]

something something a snippet for my priest!nanami fic something something

#rica talks ˙✧˖° ⭐️ ⋆｡ #long time no see yall <33 #also !!! #happy valentine's day to those who celebrate <33 #nanami smut #nanami angst #tw.religion

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been reading some bible stuff lately bc i want to write priest!nanami so bad LOL

#rica talks ˙✧˖° ⭐️ ⋆｡ #also sorry for being so quiet lately #just got back to uni and its already kicking my ass #D: #will put out some stuff ive been planning once my schedule clears up

[saerotonins]

more than i even like self inserts i love the power of the second person perspective. like from a literary standpoint, the discomfort of you is so deeply appealing to me. it forces the reader to engage with a story in a way it is not required from other perspectives. i like it literature and in video games and in art. i like when a story challenges my concept of self and tells me: forget everything. this is a story about you (disambiguation)

[saerotonins]

when kento loves, he does it quietly.

kento's love feels like a cool breeze in the middle of winter. it sends shivers down your spine, and the gush of cold wind hits your skin, cold but gentle and never uncomfortable. it settles on the surface of your heart, a constant reminder that his love will be known.

kento's love feels like a vibrant spring. like the pink cherry blossoms, it constantly blooms, swaying like it dances against the air, and cheeks would be painted likewise. every step of the green grass feels like a dream he wouldn't want to wake up from. when the petals fall against his cheeks, it tickles him, just like how you tickle his heart just right.

kento's love feels like the hot and burning summer. the heat prickles your skin just right, not too hot to be scorching, not too lacking to be cold. it feels rather passionate as it radiates through your whole being. the warmth envelopes your body, reaching points not even the sun could touch. 

kento's love feels like the vivid sceneries of autumn. it paints your soul colors you could never even imagine. his love is never dull, never fleeting; it's bold but never loud. the colors swim against your eyes, bearing you everything he had to offer. every color, every motion, every beat of his heart, it's all yours.

always has been.

and nanami kento's love is quiet.

so when you walk down the aisle, donning a stunning dress made to fit you and only you, his heart races faster. his voice caught in his throat, but his eyes said a lot. he devours every single fiber of your being, taking a deep and prolonged look as if you're going to disappear from his sight. 

"speak now or forever hold your peace."

but nanami kento's love is quiet.

yet he hears his heart loud and clear as it screams and cries in agony, shattered into millions of pieces that even he couldn't pick up. his face remains unfazed, masked with indifference, while his whole being begs the wedding to stop. he feels his knees get weak but manages to fight it through.

nanami kento's love is quiet.

and so did he when you kissed satoru with your lips, a smile in between as you poured your love through him. one without words, but one loud enough for everyone in the room to know that your heart will always be held by him.

nanami kento's love is quiet.

and for him, that's enough. he will continue to love you quietly from afar.

even if it meant watching you in the embrace of another man's arms.

note: wrote this while lying down and half-asleep so not proofread, sorry. also, i wasn't sure if i should make this a fluff or angst so i decided through wheel of names. you can already guess which one won. :D 

#🧤muse: kento #nanami fluff #nanami angst #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento angst #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x yn #nanami x you #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk fluff #jjk angst #jjk x reader

[saerotonins]

my dream as a fanfic writer is to write a story which people want to talk to me about and send asks about afterwards and discuss things the characters did and the symbolism and meanings behind certain lines and I'll be all "hehe thanks" but irl I'll be in literal tears because I wrote something that means something to someone

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seriously and i mean full offence, but if you were silent and complicit during this genocide, i hope you know no peace. i hope that if you actively ignored the BDS list because the blood of my people was less valuable than your shitty creature comforts (that were manufactured with the blood of the global south) i hope that one day, when these same corporations turn on you, or else the global south finally puts an end to their exploitation, i hope you live out the rest of your life in the same hollow, perpetually unsatisfied way.

i hope you never know a moment of real love and real happiness for the rest of your miserable, enduring existence; YOU, having robbed my people of their lives, so you could continue to avert your gaze and plug your ears in the hopes of avoiding the inconvenience of our cries, our pleas.

maybe the ICJ doesn’t win. maybe it’s another 75 years before palestine is completely and totally liberated and free, but palestine WILL be free. palestine will endure, as it always has, and know that we will remember you as cowards, and no amount of grovelling or apologizing will ever make up for the fact that you wholly believed your entitlement to comfort and ignorance was more important than our blood.

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i've been thinking, you know that cillian murphy clip where he received his award with lipstick stains on his face bc his wife kissed him before going to stage?? yeah... that but with actor!toji.....

#rica talks ˙✧˖° ⭐️ ⋆｡

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soooo…how do the actors feel about being shipped with disney princess LFMAO

(talking more specifically about sukuna and cinderella but please comment on the others if yk what i’m taking abt)

sukuna: *groans* when yuuji first saw it, he never lived it down and teases me about it all the time. i definitely saw the memes you guys made, i don't know what to feel about it. it was funny though. ridiculous, but funny. *chuckles*

satoru: being shipped with elsa is definitely... something else *laughs* but hey, if we can sing let it go together who am i to decline?

kento: it was interesting... funny interesting *chuckles* i don't even know where it came from but i guess it kind of makes sense why people ship me with tiana. *laughs*

#JJK ASK EVENT 🎬 #⭐️ JJK ASK: Sukuna #⭐️ JJK ASK: Satoru #⭐️ JJK ASK: Kento