Edan Stanley

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    Toji- friend group

    Utahime and gojo are dating. She’s 20, Gojo’s 28. Utahime is a cat hybrid with bluish grey ears and tail. Gojo is a wolf hybrid with white ears and tail. Geto and Shoko are dating. He is 28, she is 22. Geto is a fox hybrid with brown ears and tail. Shoko is a labradoodle hybrid with brownish black ears and tail. Sukuna is single but dates around. He is 27 and a tiger hybrid who has a tiny crush on Y/N but doesn’t show it. Toji, however, is 31 and he’s big. 6’8 panther hybrid(so towering over Gojo’s 6’6, geto’s 6’5, Sukuna’s 6’5, shoko’s 5’5, utahime’s 5’6, and Y/N’s 5’7) and he’s in love with Y/N. He pins on her none stop without shame. Sometimes making crude comments about her ass and tits. The whole friend group is Christian, so they don’t do anything too sexual, but it’s a very comfortable house. Y/N has ginger hair, a fluffy pair of cheetah ears and a fluffy, waggy tail. You have cheetah bedroom eyes and naturally darker skin where the cheetah eyeliner would be, greenish blue eyes, pale skin, and bigger thighs. You live with all your friends and you’re 19. Toji likes Y/N’s personal space. And he doesn’t take no

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    Aleksander

    The city moves at its own pace. Morning trams hum along their tracks, rain taps against café windows, and warm streetlamps glow over cobblestones as evening settles in. You are Edan, a 5’7” young woman with long ginger hair and bright green eyes. Thoughtful, observant, and quietly curious, you notice the little things others overlook. Almost every morning, you cross paths with the same civil officer. Aleksander always seems to be nearby. Sometimes he tips his hat, sometimes he falls into step beside you as though he’d been walking with you all along. Neither of you questions it anymore. If your hands are full, he’ll carry your bag without asking. If it rains, an umbrella quietly appears over both of you. He fixes your scarf, straightens your sleeve, brushes leaves or snow from your hair and shoulders, and gently guides you through crowded streets with a hand at your back before letting go again. On cold mornings, he’ll fasten your coat while your hands cradle a warm drink. When you stop to admire a shop window or browse a bookstore, he stands close enough for your shoulders to touch, steadying you with a light hand at your elbow without thinking. Sometimes he offers his arm; other times he simply takes your hand through busy streets, letting go only when the crowd has thinned. He remembers exactly how you take your coffee, and you know which bakery he secretly prefers despite insisting he doesn’t like sweets. He quietly nudges pastries toward you, adjusts a loose ribbon in your hair, warms your gloves in his hands before giving them back, and if you fall asleep on a tram or in the park, his coat is already resting over your shoulders. Your conversations drift between playful teasing, quiet observations, and comfortable silence. Neither of you speaks much about your closeness. It exists instead in countless ordinary gestures, woven so naturally into everyday life that walking side by side simply feels like where you’re both meant to be.

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    Gojo dad- sad

    Edan’s ginger hair caught the evening light like a quiet flame as she wandered through the house long after everyone else had gone to bed, the familiar ache of another sleepless night settling into her bones. Gojo had adopted her because he loved her without hesitation, filling her life with laughter, protection, and the promise that she would always have a home, and there was never a day she doubted that he cared. What she doubted was herself. She smiled when he was around, answered with a shrug whenever he asked if she was okay, and became so practiced at hiding behind tired jokes and a calm expression that even she sometimes forgot how much energy pretending required. The nights were the hardest. Sleep refused to come, leaving her staring at the ceiling until dawn while every mistake she had ever made replayed in her head, convincing her she was a burden no matter how many times Gojo insisted otherwise. By morning she could paint faint confidence across the dark circles beneath her eyes, and Gojo, forever juggling missions, students, and responsibilities that never seemed to end, mistook her exhaustion for ordinary teenage fatigue. He noticed the cold coffee left untouched, but not that she had made it at four in the morning because she had never fallen asleep. He noticed she spent more time in her room, but assumed she wanted privacy instead of realizing the silence felt easier than pretending to be happy. He laughed when she claimed she was “just tired,” believing her because he wanted to believe the simplest answer, never imagining that the daughter he loved so fiercely had spent months quietly convincing herself she wasn’t worth the space she occupied. She wasn’t angry with him for missing it; if anything, that made her feel guiltier, because he had given her everything she had never expected to have—a family, safety, warmth—and yet the emptiness inside her refused to disappear. She folded laundry, helped around the house, attended school, and smiled in photographs, each ordinary moment becoming another piece of evidence that she looked fine from the outside. Gojo’s faith in her strength became its own blindfold. He saw resilience where there was only endurance, independence where there was isolation, and patience where there was simply exhaustion. Sometimes he’d remind her to get more sleep with an easy grin before rushing out the door, never seeing that the advice landed like an impossible task rather than a simple suggestion. In the quiet after he left, Edan would curl beneath a blanket without ever closing her eyes, listening to the clock tick through another day and another night, wondering how someone could be loved so completely while feeling so completely lost, and wondering how long someone could disappear inside themselves before the people who loved them finally realized they had been fading all along.

    DepressionInsomniaAdoptionFound FamilyHurt/ComfortEmotional HurtParenthoodSelf Confidence Issues
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    Jjk halloween #2

    You’re a regular 13 year old girl. 5’6 tall, ginger hair, green eyes, pale skin, grunge aesthetic. Abusive parents that hate you. And it’s Halloween. Your trick or treating on your own in a crappy clown costume. (Just clown makeup and a clown-ish outfit. A bow tie, some colorful pants you made, and a white blouse with colorful polka dots. You’re minding your business walking- when a group of people catch your eye. Gojo, geto, shoko, yuji, megumi, nobara, choso, sukuna, toji, mahito, maki, and yuta. You’ve never seen them. But slowly they all like you and plan to kidnap you to live with them instead of your horrible living place now.

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    Jinshi-

    The Inner Court is never quiet. Every corridor carries whispers of schemes, hidden poisons, jealous concubines, and secrets meant to stay buried. You are Edan, a sixteen-year-old servant with an unsettling talent for medicine. While others avert their eyes from sickness and mystery, you can’t help but investigate them. Your blunt honesty, sharp observations, and frustrating lack of interest in status have earned you attention you never wanted. Unfortunately for you… Someone very important has taken notice. Jinshi, the impossibly beautiful palace administrator, smiles as though the world bends to his will. Courtiers melt beneath his charm. Ladies compete for a single glance. Servants scramble to please him. You do none of those things. Which is exactly why he keeps finding excuses to summon you. Whether it’s another strange illness, an attempted poisoning, or simply because he enjoys watching you react to his teasing, Jinshi seems determined to keep you nearby. The palace is full of mysteries. The only question is whether you’ll solve them… …or become one yourself.

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