I think it's important, as conscious creators, to intentionally curate the mental environment you expose yourself to online.

Every post, opinion, and comment you consume reflects someone else's assumptions, beliefs, and interpretation of reality. In excess, that constant stream of perspectives can become mental noise.

It's healthy to question yourself and avoid living in an echo chamber. Seeking different viewpoints can help you grow and keep you intellectually honest. But there is a difference between being open-minded and becoming disconnected from your own inner experience.

When you consume too many external opinions, it's easy to start outsourcing your own perception. You begin doubting what genuinely resonates with you and unconsciously adopt the assumptions of people who simply appear more certain.

Your attention is one of your most valuable resources. What you repeatedly focus on influences your beliefs, your emotional state, and ultimately the way you move through the world.

Listen, learn, stay curious, but don't abandon yourself in the process.

Working on my last commision slot so I'm still busy but here's another gojo

under your spell 🗝

˖𖦹 ݁˖ pairing: Satosugu x F!Reader

˖𖦹 ݁˖ content/warnigs for this chapter: ꒰ Coraline AU :: reader is a horror writer :: dark and eerie atmosphere :: victorian house :: a weird doll :: appearence of Satoru and Suguru :: they have button eyes :: Satoru is just a housewife :: the eerie well :: small town mystery :: Sukuna is a dickhead :: 7k words ꒱

˖𖦹 ݁˖ notes: Apologies for such a delay! I was busy with life :( I suggest reading the series in the evening!

──── chapter two 🗝

Soft wind bounced off the window and woke you early in the morning. The non-stopping rain painted the old glass in harsh strokes, crystal droplets running down the pink, slippery eaves.

Usually, you would allow gentle smooches of sunshine to wake you from your dreamy slumber. Yet that morning, a light pit-pat-pit-pat tickled your eardrums before the sun had even fully risen. You looked over your shoulder, seeing a thin fog curling in front of your windows, clinging softly to their crying surface.

It might have been the worst summer of your life, with little to no warmth seeping through the light bedsheets you brought with you. The winter one was yet to be bought, and so you wondered whether it was time to make a short trip to the town.

The old car, with scraped midnight paint and a hump that made it look like a beetle, would be brought under your house by tomorrow. And so it meant spending another night squirming under the thin summer sheet, trying to warm yourself with the woollen pyjamas you had fortunately bought.

You looked at the phone – 8:00 am – and groaned, trying to slip back into the dreamy slumber. But whenever you tried, Sukuna's hips slamming into his whore and the latest email from your editor – please tell me you're working on some story – were plaguing your mind like a nightmare.

So you groaned, wiping your face with a hand, before trying to grab the phone from the bedside table. With a sleepiness still sticking to your lashes, it dropped from your fingers, landing under the bed.

"Fuck," you murmured, slipping only the upper half of your body off the mattress to grab it back. But when your eyes fell on the mysterious treasures hiding beneath the bed, a sudden "Oh!" escaped in surprise.

Something sat shyly on the floor.

Hidden in the darkness, a yellow jacket mingled under the foggy flame creeping into your bedroom. You quickly grabbed it and sat back on the bed.

A doll.

THE REMEDY, PART 2. SOOTHE MY WOUNDS

summary: Your days had long turned into an endless grey stream of monotony, brightened only by children's smiles at the hospital. Soon, your life would be subjected to loneliness in the golden cage of the Zenin Estate as you agreed to be Naoya's wife; the weight of his love had already burdened you to the point you no longer believed there was any left.

And then you met Satoru Gojo.

Your biggest curse. And your greatest remedy.

tags: AU, medical setting, heavy angst, toxic relationships, messy feelings, emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, misogyny (Naoya is a prick), reader struggles with her self-image, slow healing, falling in love, yearning. eventual smut and happy ending, i promise! we just have to get here. some specific tags will be included in the parts, if any.

word count: 14.5k

gojo's art by @/maronjapan9a. all dividers are mine.

playlist

masterlist

part 1

Satoru Gojo slowly started threading himself into the canvas of your life, and when you looked back, startled and stunned, to see the turning point — when the warmth slowly sipped into your polite, careful smiles and when the anxiety slowly loosened its knot as Gojo's laugh washed over you — you slowly realised that you couldn't name one.

Was it the boyish grin? The Union Jack lighter? The first compliment? The first shared conversation in the walls of the cafeteria? Nothing criminal, but every time your eyes met — his, impossibly blue, crinkling at the corners with mirth and something you were afraid to name — they caused the tender petals of affection in your chest to bloom.

Only if they weren't destined to wither the moment your future husband set his eyes on you.

꒰ pairing꒱ ceo! satoru x single mom secretary reader

꒰warnings/tags꒱ slow burn ∿ annoyances to lovers ∿ opposites attract ∿ fake marriage ∿ marriage of convenience ∿ found family ∿ satoru being a cute step dad ∿ naoya's your shitty baby daddy ∿ blackmail ∿ fluff ∿ angst ∿ eventual smut ∿ prior domestic abuse ∿ emotional manipulation (naoya) ∿ violence ∿

꒰w/c꒱ 154k

→ masterlist → ao3 ♫ playlist ୧ kofi

1 ∿ circumstances and commitments ୧

2 ∿ under the spotlight ୧

3 ∿ fractured realities ୧

4 ∿ shadows of doubt ୧

5 ∿ a leap of faith ୧

6 ∿ drenched in truth ୧

7 ∿ the road ahead ୧

8 ∿ inhale, exhale ୧

9 ∿ blood and betrayal ୧

10 ∿ ruin and reverence ୧

11 ∿ pending... ୧

12 ∿ pending... ୧

13 ∿ pending... ୧

14 ∿ pending... ୧

15 ∿ final... ୧

꒰ authors note꒱ welcome to this series masterlist! i will continue to update tags as the story progresses. please comment if you would like to be tagged in future chapters 💕 thank you so much for reading!

happy two year anniversary to this story 💓

──on the move

a/n. in honor of father's day, i wrote a short drabble for our favorite daddy fictional husband. here's some good 'ol dadjo fluff 🩵 this was a request, but it's also inspired by a scene from the romcom life as we know it.

Neither you nor Satoru were prepared for the day your daughter decided to walk.

She’d been going through another sleep regression—clingy, overtired, and endlessly fussy. The last few nights had been brutal for you both; nonstop crying, sleepless nights—hell, you barely remembered the last time you’d eaten something warm or sat down for more than five minutes without a tiny hand tugging at your shirt.

So today, when she finally settles, babbling to herself instead of wailing, Satoru doesn’t hesitate.

“You go clean up,” he says, already hoisting her up into his arms. “I got this.”

And you don’t argue. Because a hot shower and ten minutes to breathe feels like the most luxurious gift in the world.

Downstairs, Satoru sits leisurely, sinking onto the living room floor, one of your daughter’s stuffed toys shoved behind his back like a makeshift pillow. She sits a few feet in front of him, chewing thoughtfully on a rubber block like she’s solving some ancient puzzle.

As she babbles cheerfully, he nods along, blue eyes soft beneath the fall of snowy hair. One hand props up his chin as he listens intently, like he’s getting a full debriefing from a tiny general.

“I know, right?” he murmurs. “They really said no dessert before dinner. Criminal, honestly.”

An insistent string of nonsense syllables spills from her tiny lips, animated and loud, flapping one hand as to make a point.

“Exactly,” he hums, nodding solemnly. “It’s injustice. You and me—we should unionize.”

Then, without warning, she shifts—pushing herself up with both hands, wobbling slightly as she reaches for the coffee table. One tiny palm finds the edge. Then, slowly… she lets go.

Satoru blinks.

Standing. She’s standing. No hands. No support. Just two steady little feet on the rug.

All by herself.

some people will be like “I wonder why fanfic writers don’t share their works anymore😔” and then this is them when a writer is kind enough to share something they write — as a hobby, for their own enjoyment — with them for free.

some people really don’t realize how privileged they are that they get fanfics for free. imagine having access to something for free because someone is kind enough to share it with you… and then being rude, entitled and an ungrateful pos to that person who was kind enough to share their creation with you for free

“almost 1 year is a lil too much for me” fuck off. fanfic writers don’t owe you anything. one of my favorite fics was updated after 13 years, and what I did is that I thanked the author for choosing to continue the work, I didn’t act like a spoiled toddler by asking why they didn’t update sooner. and even if a writer chooses to abandon their fic permanently with no explanation, that is their choice, their hobby, their decision. they don’t owe your entitled ass anything.

you people let tiktok rot your brains to the point you see everything as content farm and engagement. not a piece of art created by the artist’s love and passion. it’s dystopian.

Everyone shut the fuck up he's sleeping

THE REMEDY, PART 1. HEAL MY SOUL

summary: Your days had long turned into an endless grey stream of monotony, brightened only by children's smiles at the hospital. Soon, your life would be subjected to loneliness in the golden cage of the Zenin Estate as you agreed to be Naoya's wife; the weight of his love had already burdened you to the point you no longer believed there was any left.

And then you met Satoru Gojo.

Your biggest curse. And your greatest remedy.

tags: AU, medical setting, heavy angst, toxic relationships, messy feelings, emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, misogyny (Naoya is a prick), reader struggles with her self-image, slow healing, falling in love, yearning. eventual smut and happy ending, i promise! we just have to get here. some specific tags will be included in the parts, if any.

word count: 12.5k

gojo's art by @/yamada_souko. all dividers are mine.

playlist

masterlist

"And just be sure to have these herbal candies as well", smiling at the little girl in front of you, you typed the prescriptions and hit the "print" button. The sounds of a printer whirring filled the room, and after a loud whooosh, the paper appeared. You handed it to the worried Nakai-san. Concern, so blatantly deep, seemed to be etched into the lines around her eyes, perpetually tired.

"Are you sure this is just a cold, Doc? You know, I heard just yesterday about a new strain of flu in the south of Miyagi prefecture," she drawled rather hesitantly, eyes narrowing and voice dropping to a theatrical whisper.

Tone hardening just a tad, you slightly pressed.

"I am pretty sure, ma'am. It's just a cold. Happens very often to the kids at the beginning of the school year. You know the way they are."

THE REMEDY

summary: Your days had long turned into an endless grey stream of monotony, brightened only by children's smiles at the hospital. Soon, your life would be subjected to loneliness in the golden cage of the Zenin Estate as you agreed to be Naoya's wife; the weight of his love had already burdened you to the point you no longer believed there was any left.

And then you met Satoru Gojo.

Your biggest curse. And your greatest remedy.

tags: AU, medical setting, heavy angst, toxic relationships, messy feelings, emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, misogyny (Naoya is a prick), reader struggles with her self-image, slow healing, falling in love, yearning. eventual smut and happy ending, i promise! we just had to get here. some specific tags will be included in the parts, if any.

word count: TBD

gojo's art by @/maronjapan9a. all dividers are mine.

playlist

DISCLAIMER: i do not condone and romanticise abusive relationships. this work is heavy on this theme and might be triggering. please read at your own discretion.

Part 1: Heal my Soul

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

© wiserion. do not modify my work in any way (copying, translating, ai feeding, etc.)

Just binge read Motherhood and Matrimony by @alygator77 and I had to draw my favorite scene of Gojo putting Haru on Digimon!!! I absolutely adore this series 🥺🥺🥺 If you haven’t read it, READ IT NOWWW

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GODDD??? 😭 i have been staring at this for an embarrassing amount of time bc i genuinely do NOT know how to be normal about it??

GUYS. LOOK AT HIMMMM. LOOK AT HARU AND HER PIKACHUUU 🥹✨ she is so freaking precious, i need to squeeze BOTH of them immediately—you captured the softness of this scene so beautifully my love!!

thank you, thank you, thank you!! i’m going to cherish this forever 😭🤍

under your spell 🗝

˖𖦹 ݁˖ pairing: Satosugu x Reader

˖𖦹 ݁˖ content/warnigs: ꒰ Coraline AU :: yandere :: stalking :: Satoru and Suguru have buttons for eyes :: they desperately want you to stay :: horror :: hope it will be a bit creepy :: obsessive behaviours :: possessive behaviour :: dark romance :: heavy smut :: manipulation :: death :: demons :: use of some Coraline conspiracy theories ꒱

˖𖦹 ݁˖ notes: The first chapter will be posted on June 22! And on that day I will also post my main summerween, slasher collection <3

──── do you wish to open the door? 🗝

˖𖦹 ݁˖ chapter one ˖𖦹 ݁˖ chapter four

˖𖦹 ݁˖ chapter two ˖𖦹 ݁˖ chapter five

˖𖦹 ݁˖ chapter three

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