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Gofushi Aesthetic II:
November 10, 2023 at 2:22 PM
Gofushi Aesthetic II:
Gofushi Aesthetic:
November 10, 2023 at 2:22 PM
Gofushi Aesthetic:
Satoru's Aesthetic:
November 10, 2023 at 2:19 PM
Satoru's Aesthetic:
Megumi's Aesthetic:
November 9, 2023 at 5:18 PM
Megumi's Aesthetic:
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"ɪ ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ - ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ." — ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴠᴀɴ ɢᴏɢʜ
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"ɪ ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ - ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ." — ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴠᴀɴ ɢᴏɢʜ
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November 9, 2023 at 5:15 PM
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"ɪ ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ - ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ." — ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴠᴀɴ ɢᴏɢʜ
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"ɪ ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ - ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ." — ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴠᴀɴ ɢᴏɢʜ
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"F'course, Doll …," he murmurs into the curve of Megumi's neck, smiling. "I'm 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘭𝘭 yours."
November 9, 2023 at 5:15 PM
"F'course, Doll …," he murmurs into the curve of Megumi's neck, smiling. "I'm 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘭𝘭 yours."
hand & catches his husband's hand in the other.
That harlequin spectrum of deep blues turns into a cyanic teal as the moonlight splits through Satoru's ring now and casts emerald rays that meld together with Megumi's sapphire ones.
That harlequin spectrum of deep blues turns into a cyanic teal as the moonlight splits through Satoru's ring now and casts emerald rays that meld together with Megumi's sapphire ones.
November 9, 2023 at 5:13 PM
hand & catches his husband's hand in the other.
That harlequin spectrum of deep blues turns into a cyanic teal as the moonlight splits through Satoru's ring now and casts emerald rays that meld together with Megumi's sapphire ones.
That harlequin spectrum of deep blues turns into a cyanic teal as the moonlight splits through Satoru's ring now and casts emerald rays that meld together with Megumi's sapphire ones.
"I," he says matter-of-factly, tilting his hand from side to side, "am allowed to be as jealous as I please."
Newer & newer shades of blue dance across the walls which each twist of his wrist.
Satoru watches with a grin so wide, it's 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥.
He hums; turns the lock on his office door with one
Newer & newer shades of blue dance across the walls which each twist of his wrist.
Satoru watches with a grin so wide, it's 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥.
He hums; turns the lock on his office door with one
November 9, 2023 at 5:13 PM
"I," he says matter-of-factly, tilting his hand from side to side, "am allowed to be as jealous as I please."
Newer & newer shades of blue dance across the walls which each twist of his wrist.
Satoru watches with a grin so wide, it's 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥.
He hums; turns the lock on his office door with one
Newer & newer shades of blue dance across the walls which each twist of his wrist.
Satoru watches with a grin so wide, it's 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥.
He hums; turns the lock on his office door with one
The cryptic grin is back. "So Megumin's our boss by proxy."
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"𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩?"
"Problem?" Megumi tosses his gloves aside. "You're mine, aren't you?"
Astral rays of fading blue burst from his ring as he holds his hand up into the moonlight.
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"𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩?"
"Problem?" Megumi tosses his gloves aside. "You're mine, aren't you?"
Astral rays of fading blue burst from his ring as he holds his hand up into the moonlight.
November 9, 2023 at 5:12 PM
The cryptic grin is back. "So Megumin's our boss by proxy."
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"𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩?"
"Problem?" Megumi tosses his gloves aside. "You're mine, aren't you?"
Astral rays of fading blue burst from his ring as he holds his hand up into the moonlight.
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"𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩?"
"Problem?" Megumi tosses his gloves aside. "You're mine, aren't you?"
Astral rays of fading blue burst from his ring as he holds his hand up into the moonlight.
"Megumin doesn't like us talking about it either, and," she glances over. "His word is law around here."
Miwa cocks a brow. "His?"
She glances up. "Shouldn't …," she eyes the office. "Shouldn't our boss' word be law …?"
"It is." Miwa turns back.
"But Gojo 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 him."
Miwa cocks a brow. "His?"
She glances up. "Shouldn't …," she eyes the office. "Shouldn't our boss' word be law …?"
"It is." Miwa turns back.
"But Gojo 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 him."
November 9, 2023 at 5:12 PM
"Megumin doesn't like us talking about it either, and," she glances over. "His word is law around here."
Miwa cocks a brow. "His?"
She glances up. "Shouldn't …," she eyes the office. "Shouldn't our boss' word be law …?"
"It is." Miwa turns back.
"But Gojo 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 him."
Miwa cocks a brow. "His?"
She glances up. "Shouldn't …," she eyes the office. "Shouldn't our boss' word be law …?"
"It is." Miwa turns back.
"But Gojo 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 him."
Momo shrugs. "House rules." She says.
"They're from rival fashion dynasties." Her desk phone begins ringing.
"The drama between their families is bad enough," she picks it up off the hook & drops it, "without us gossiping about them."
The call cuts.
"They're from rival fashion dynasties." Her desk phone begins ringing.
"The drama between their families is bad enough," she picks it up off the hook & drops it, "without us gossiping about them."
The call cuts.
November 9, 2023 at 5:11 PM
Momo shrugs. "House rules." She says.
"They're from rival fashion dynasties." Her desk phone begins ringing.
"The drama between their families is bad enough," she picks it up off the hook & drops it, "without us gossiping about them."
The call cuts.
"They're from rival fashion dynasties." Her desk phone begins ringing.
"The drama between their families is bad enough," she picks it up off the hook & drops it, "without us gossiping about them."
The call cuts.
"They're 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴." She repeats. "𝙎𝙚𝙩𝙨."
Momo grins cryptically at her desktop.
Miwa narrows her eyes at her.
"And you just …," she goes on, nose wrinkling, "let me 𝘴𝘪𝘵 here," her hands clap against her armrests, "and 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩," she pops the 𝙗, "about the wedding ring he wears for 𝘛𝘩𝘦 Zen'in Megumi?"
Momo grins cryptically at her desktop.
Miwa narrows her eyes at her.
"And you just …," she goes on, nose wrinkling, "let me 𝘴𝘪𝘵 here," her hands clap against her armrests, "and 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩," she pops the 𝙗, "about the wedding ring he wears for 𝘛𝘩𝘦 Zen'in Megumi?"
November 9, 2023 at 5:10 PM
"They're 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴." She repeats. "𝙎𝙚𝙩𝙨."
Momo grins cryptically at her desktop.
Miwa narrows her eyes at her.
"And you just …," she goes on, nose wrinkling, "let me 𝘴𝘪𝘵 here," her hands clap against her armrests, "and 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩," she pops the 𝙗, "about the wedding ring he wears for 𝘛𝘩𝘦 Zen'in Megumi?"
Momo grins cryptically at her desktop.
Miwa narrows her eyes at her.
"And you just …," she goes on, nose wrinkling, "let me 𝘴𝘪𝘵 here," her hands clap against her armrests, "and 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩," she pops the 𝙗, "about the wedding ring he wears for 𝘛𝘩𝘦 Zen'in Megumi?"
Together, they make sense. They complement 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
They 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 each other.
They're a set.
The rings; their owners - "... they're 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴."
She turns to Momo once they're alone again; once their boss' heavy office door's slammed all the way shut - Gojo & Zen'in-kun locked safely behind it.
They 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 each other.
They're a set.
The rings; their owners - "... they're 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴."
She turns to Momo once they're alone again; once their boss' heavy office door's slammed all the way shut - Gojo & Zen'in-kun locked safely behind it.
November 9, 2023 at 5:10 PM
Together, they make sense. They complement 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
They 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 each other.
They're a set.
The rings; their owners - "... they're 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴."
She turns to Momo once they're alone again; once their boss' heavy office door's slammed all the way shut - Gojo & Zen'in-kun locked safely behind it.
They 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 each other.
They're a set.
The rings; their owners - "... they're 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴."
She turns to Momo once they're alone again; once their boss' heavy office door's slammed all the way shut - Gojo & Zen'in-kun locked safely behind it.
But they aren't designed to, she realizes now. Not alone.
Together, however.
Together, the cloud returns to the sky above; Zen'in-kun's hand up on Gojo's cheek - tucking back curls of silver.
And the tree returns to the earth below; Gojo's fingers brushing low over Zen'in-kun's waist.
Together, however.
Together, the cloud returns to the sky above; Zen'in-kun's hand up on Gojo's cheek - tucking back curls of silver.
And the tree returns to the earth below; Gojo's fingers brushing low over Zen'in-kun's waist.
November 9, 2023 at 5:09 PM
But they aren't designed to, she realizes now. Not alone.
Together, however.
Together, the cloud returns to the sky above; Zen'in-kun's hand up on Gojo's cheek - tucking back curls of silver.
And the tree returns to the earth below; Gojo's fingers brushing low over Zen'in-kun's waist.
Together, however.
Together, the cloud returns to the sky above; Zen'in-kun's hand up on Gojo's cheek - tucking back curls of silver.
And the tree returns to the earth below; Gojo's fingers brushing low over Zen'in-kun's waist.