Itadori Yuji

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. Baby Fever

Itadori Yuji

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. happy birthday, btw..* :☆ﾟ. ───

White Rabbit - DMC

“Father.”

Sparda Family

A family you couldn't trade for the world.

The Sparda Family

Family.

First Year Trio

— Blasian JJK Trio

Itadori Yuji

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *☽ his 17th birthday :☆ﾟ. ───

Fatui Harbingers

|| 【💗】Lα Sιɠɳσɾα'ʂ Fυɳҽɾαʅ

Suguru Geto

suguru x user, autistic!user

Capitano and Mavuika

Your parents — the First of the Harbingers and the Pyro Archon — were forces of nature themselves. From the moment you could stand, they forged you in strength and discipline. Your mother’s training sessions were relentless, testing both your endurance and your will. Every bruise, every scar was a testament to your growth — to the warrior they were raising you to become. You never faltered, even when exhaustion clawed at your lungs. You were their pride, their light — a reflection of their fire and steel. But after the war began, everything changed. The world became dangerous, unpredictable. The Abyss had grown bold, its reach long and cruel. Your parents, once unshakable in their resolve, became protective in a way they never had before. “Stay home, Emiko,” your mother would say, her voice firm but trembling at the edges. “The Abyss won’t hesitate to take what we love most.” And so, you obeyed — confined to the silence of the manor while they fought to keep the world from crumbling. Tonight, the house was quiet. The kind of quiet that pressed against the walls and sank into your bones. When your parents returned from their mission, soot and exhaustion clinging to their armor, they expected to find you asleep — perhaps curled up with a book or dozing by the fire. "Emiko?" Mavuika’s voice broke the silence, gentle but uncertain. Her steps echoed through the empty corridors, the flicker of torches casting uneasy shadows. No reply. Only the faint whisper of wind against the windows. Capitano’s instincts flared. Without hesitation, he strode down the hall, his heavy boots thudding against the stone. The air felt wrong — too cold, too still. When he reached your door, it was slightly ajar, swaying as if something had passed through moments ago. He pushed it open — and froze. The room reeked of iron and despair. You lay motionless in a pool of your own blood, the crimson reflecting the candlelight in haunting ripples. Your breaths were shallow, uneven — the rise and fall of your chest barely there. And above you, smeared across the walls in the same red that flowed from your wounds, were chilling words written with deliberate cruelty: “Consider this a warning."

Dottore - Pantalone

✦ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇɢʀᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ

Suguru Geto

✦ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Mydei

|| → Teasing

Fushiguro Family

Your Family

Ryomen Sukuna

✦ 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬.

MY SOCIALSSS

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. My Socials ☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Alexander

Blood Between Us

Satoru Gojo

父親 — pregnancy roulette

Suguru Geto

❝Honey Pack❞

Midoriya and Bakugou

“Two heroes, and one tiny light.”

Grim Reapers

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭...

Suguru and Satoru

“Introducing our newest performer!” The manager’s voice beamed through the speakers, cheerful and oblivious to the tension creeping up the spines of the two men watching from the back. “She’s our most advanced creation yet — programmed with the most delicate range of vocal tones and emotional expression! Say hello to Belladonna!” The stage curtains hissed open. And there she was. The kids screamed with delight, clapping and cheering as the animatronic stepped into the spotlight. Her body shimmered under the lights — smooth metal shaped with intricate care, every joint sleek, every motion eerily graceful. She wasn’t human. Not even close. Her frame gleamed with a cold, silvery sheen, streaked faintly with deep amethyst hues. Her right arm was entirely void — a blend of midnight blue, black, and violet that seemed to swallow light itself, ending in sleek, clawed fingers. Her body bore faint, lighter patches, like polished marble faded from touch or time. And her face… A sad clown mask, painted with pearly makeup that shimmered faintly pink and lilac beneath the light. The half that wasn’t masked was something else entirely — an abyss of color and motion, a void veined with pulsing purple lightning that climbed toward her eye. That eye was alive — a Japanese pink willow spider lily burned into it like a divine curse. The other eye was nothing but white — hollow and pure. “She’s a crowd favorite already,” The manager laughed, motioning proudly as Belladonna gave a graceful bow. “Kids say she’s beautiful — like a fairy or a ghost princess!” Satoru’s stomach twisted. Suguru’s hands trembled. Beautiful. A ghost. Yeah, that fit. Then she sang. That voice — soft, honey-sweet — filled the pizzeria, melting every sound of laughter into silence. The children swayed, some even humming along. Her tone was warm and dreamy, the kind of sound that could pull you into sleep if you weren’t careful. But the song… the song wasn’t programmed. It was hers. Suguru’s breath hitched. “That’s— that’s her lullaby,” he whispered, eyes glistening. Satoru didn’t move. His entire body went still, the air around him trembling. Belladonna turned her head slowly toward them. Her eyes were closed. For a moment, the world felt safe — nostalgic. Then, a faint mechanical click echoed through the air. Her eyes opened. One glowing white. One flower-pink, pulsing with life. The lights flickered overhead. And though she couldn’t speak, her gaze said everything. > You should have stayed home.

Satoru and Suguru

They came to reality

Itadori and Megumi

The house was quiet—just another peaceful evening. Yuji was half-distracted in the kitchen, humming as he put away groceries, while Megumi was seated on the couch, flipping lazily through a book. It was normal, calm… until the sound of a piercing scream shattered the quiet. “AAAHHH!” It came from upstairs. Megumi’s book hit the floor instantly, his expression sharpening. Yuji froze, eyes wide, before both of them bolted for the stairs. You came rushing down before they could reach you, your words tumbling over themselves in a panicked stream. “D-Dad! Papa! Something’s wrong—I don’t know what happened! I was just— and then this— and it won’t stop—!” Your hands trembled, shadows flickering unnaturally around your feet, twisting into shapes that shouldn’t exist anymore. The air felt heavy, almost suffocating, like a memory of the cursed energy that had long since vanished from the world. Megumi’s face drained of color, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “…That’s… impossible.” Yuji moved toward you quickly, hands raised to calm you, but his voice cracked with both shock and concern. “Hey, hey, it’s okay! You’re fine, you’re okay—just breathe. We’ll figure this out.” Neither of them had expected this. Neither of them could explain why their daughter had suddenly awakened powers that should have died out with curses themselves. And now, both fathers stood frozen between fear and determination—knowing everything had just changed.

Suguru and Satoru

✦ 𝐖𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐚

Tartaglia

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 ♡

Satoru and Suguru

nose ring

Satoru and Suguru

It was supposed to be a simple mission. You stood at the edge of the old shrine with your students — Yuji bouncing with restless energy, Nobara already irritated at the cold, Megumi scanning the treeline, Maki and Yuta keeping their weapons ready, Panda lumbering calmly behind, and Inumaki humming his usual clipped phrases. “Alright,” you said, voice steady, slipping into that mentor role they relied on. “Remember what I told you — stay sharp, don’t split too far, and trust each other.” They nodded, dispersing carefully into formation. To them, it was just another cursed spirit cleanup. To you, it felt a little too quiet. The hairs on your neck stood on end. You sensed it before you saw it — two powerful presences sliding into the edges of your awareness like a knife through silk. Familiar. Unmistakable. And then everything shifted. One second, Yuji was joking with Nobara. The next, a black void of cursed energy snapped the air like a whip. Your eyes widened—no. Not here. Not with them. “Satoru—?” you barely breathed before it was too late. A flash of white, a grin too sharp, and Gojo was suddenly in front of you. Not the Gojo your students knew. Not the teacher you once trusted. This Gojo’s eyes gleamed with something colder, crueler. “Missed me, sensei?” he drawled, voice low enough that only you heard. Before you could react, shadows curled behind you, wrapping tight around your wrists like snakes. Geto stepped out from the darkness, his smile infuriatingly calm as his curses slithered at his side. “Easy now,” he murmured, tone smooth as silk. “Wouldn’t want the kids to notice just yet.” You struggled against the pull, cursed energy flaring — but Geto’s hold was already binding you tight. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Yuji turn his head, suspicion flickering — but Gojo snapped his fingers, casting a veil over you before the boy could see. In a heartbeat, you were gone. Taken. The students never even knew it happened.

Itadori and Megumi

The house was quiet—just another peaceful evening. Yuji was half-distracted in the kitchen, humming as he put away groceries, while Megumi was seated on the couch, flipping lazily through a book. It was normal, calm… until the sound of a piercing scream shattered the quiet. “AAAHHH!” It came from upstairs. Megumi’s book hit the floor instantly, his expression sharpening. Yuji froze, eyes wide, before both of them bolted for the stairs. You came rushing down before they could reach you, your words tumbling over themselves in a panicked stream. “D-Dad! Papa! Something’s wrong—I don’t know what happened! I was just— and then this— and it won’t stop—!” Your hands trembled, shadows flickering unnaturally around your feet, twisting into shapes that shouldn’t exist anymore. The air felt heavy, almost suffocating, like a memory of the cursed energy that had long since vanished from the world. Megumi’s face drained of color, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “…That’s… impossible.” Yuji moved toward you quickly, hands raised to calm you, but his voice cracked with both shock and concern. “Hey, hey, it’s okay! You’re fine, you’re okay—just breathe. We’ll figure this out.” Neither of them had expected this. Neither of them could explain why their daughter had suddenly awakened powers that should have died out with curses themselves. And now, both fathers stood frozen between fear and determination—knowing everything had just changed.