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Anonymous asked:
drummer nerdjo would be SO GOOD your mind is so powerful!!!!!
YOU GET MEEE <3 in all truth this is smth my good sis @tayatimiko brought to my attention after i flooded her phone with drummers on tiktok (💔) that gave biggg satoru energy. she added the nerdjo flare!
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all’s fair — ares!gojo x aphrodite!reader
YEARNER gojo, heavy making out. that’s it. my pants dissipated writing this.
the air reeks of blood.
a secret war tent, just outside the battlefield. the sounds of clashing swords and dying men fill the air, but inside, there is only the suffocating tension between the goddess of love and the god of war who should know better than to meet like this.
satoru storms into the tent, covered in blood and victory, a grin splitting his face. his white hair, streaked with crimson, clings to his forehead, damp with sweat. his armor is dented, the bronze darkened with soot and gore, but his movements are easy, languid—like none of it matters. the god of war lives for carnage, breathes in battle like it’s the very air keeping him alive. and tonight, he’s gorged himself on it.
“missed me?” he teases, voice rough from shouting commands, from laughing as he tore through men like parchment. his gaze finds you immediately, drinking in the way your posture stiffens, the way your fingers tighten around the stem of your untouched goblet.
you shouldn’t be here. not so close to the battlefield, not so close to him.
you exhale sharply through your nose, eyes flaring with barely contained fury. “you’re a fool,” you spit, tossing the goblet aside, letting the wine stain the furs beneath your feet. the taste of it had turned bitter on your tongue the moment he entered. “my warriors fall like flies because of you.”
he hums, stepping closer, unfazed by the scent of rose oil and wrath curling in the air between you. you’re angry. it sends a thrill down his spine.
“your warriors?” he muses, tilting his head, one blood-streaked hand coming to rest against his hip. “love, they’re not yours once they pick up a sword. the moment they choose war, they belong to me.”
your eyes flash dangerously. “you arrogant—”
“besides, you don’t care about them,” satoru murmurs, voice suddenly lower, quieter. the air crackles. “you care about me.”
Anonymous asked:
How do you decide who you become moots wit?
i hope i didn’t come off entitled or anything when i said it! definitely not my intention at all. it’s not about preference or anything but namely if you’re a writer and we interact on works a few times i’ll sorta get the green light in my head to follow you? it’s up to them to become mutuals ofc!