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Why do I only like non-canon gay ships?

They just.. hit harder when they're homo 😔

Forgot to mention this but I have a blog dedicated to Toji’s worm(I love him so much(the worm not Toji))

Nerd/pos

W o r m

Yuji to Choso:

*this is your subconscious ooooh*

*make the inumaki smau*

*also drink water and eat fooooodddd*

*be nice to yourself*

*and make the Inumaki smau*

AGH- THE VOICES NOOOO

interaction i thought of

I guess i should actually make a pinned post ヾ(≧へ≦)〃 HELLOOOOO i am CHRIS/ZACH !!! MAIN YUMEs AS OF 4/4 : Reigen Arataka (mp100) & Marie (Splatoon) :3 (nonsharing) I really like mob psycho ,, like really like mob psycho and splatoon. my other intrests include dungeon meshi, alien stage, nintendo games (splatoon, legend of zelda, pokemon), JJK, genshin (sometimes), vocaloid, pop team epic !! + more oh if you even care my favorite pokemon is garchomp <3

art reqs : OPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my art trade status : OPEENNN!!! literature for art : selective ,, i need to know the charaters LEARN MORE ON MY AWESOME STRAWPAGE!!

oh and my art # is #sporedoodlezzz

please help me

i don’t usually post like this but i’m in an emergency. my hotel kicked me out for discriminatory reasons and took my belongings. i have nowhere to stay and my car needs gas and repairs. my mental health is suffering badly and i don’t know what else to do. i’m trying to hold on.

if you can help, please send anything to my apple pay:

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even a small amount means the world to me right now. i don’t feel safe. i don’t feel stable. i’m just trying to survive.

please share this if you can. thank you.

I like that there is a legitimate reason to explain how a technique works in JJK. We all know it's just a trope in anime to call out/explain abilities and a quick way for the author to inform the reader/viewer what's going on. But making it so that explaining a technique makes it stronger is a creative way to incorporate that trope and provides a believable reason as to why a character would be willing to explain their attacks to an opponent without it enturely being an actual detriment.

˖⁺.꒷꒦Let Go꒦꒷˖⁺.

Sukuna x Reader,

piss kink blurb

degradation, established relationship, true form Sukuna, fem-reader, MDNI

AN: this is intend to be a crack fic, if you are into this no judgement, but! I do not share your opinion, I wrote this as a challenge :) enjoy!

Stop squirming,” Sukuna said firmly, two large hands grabbing at your hips to stop them from moving.

“I need to use the bathroom, ‘Kuna, I’ll be right back,” your voice was laced with sleep, it must have been sometime after midnight.

“No,” you sighed heavily at his static reply, bladder aching. You had drank too much sake at dinner.

“Pleeease ‘Kuna! The bathroom is just right there,” you pleaded. Though you were used to your husband's ridiculous demands, this one was just plain cruel. He grunted, then loosened his grip on your hips. You wasted no time in hopping out of bed and skittering over to the sliding door, but before you could even reach the handle, you were abruptly hoisted into the air, wrenching a yelp from your throat. As two large arms caged your middle, you readied your legs to kick at the man who held you, irritated with this clingy side of him. But, instead of the insults you intended to hurl at him, only a choked gasp left you.

“What are you doing!?” you tried to wrestle out of his grip, but the arms that held you up were too strong. His remaining hands slithered up your body, palms pressing into your abdomen. Pushing, you realized, on your bladder.

“‘Kuna what the hell!”

“Go.”

“I can’t, you're holding me too tight.”

“No, urinate, I mean.”

“Now?! Sukuna, I am not going to do that.”

He simply snickered, “I thought you wanted to try this.”

He said matter-of-factly, alluding to an earlier conversation. You’d read something about a piss kink in one of your raunchy books and had been oddly curious, but this was not the right time nor the right place to explore it, and you were just straight up embarrassed.

“I-I did but–”

“Then it shouldn't be a problem.”

“But, Uraume will have to clean–”

“Don’t you dare speak another's name right now.”

Oh. You recognized the familiar bulges pressing against your lower back. He was getting hard. This only served to make you more embarrassed and, to your dismay, aroused. The pressure in your lower stomach had built and now that you weren't lying down, you felt the liquid threaten to trickle out. There’d be no way to hide it, wearing nothing underneath your robes, the same as Sukuna. You clenched your muscles, trying to stop the impending golden shower, but it was to no avail. One of the hands on your bladder moved, feeling its way up towards your breasts. Even with some of the outside pressure released, it did nothing to relieve the stress on your bladder. You felt Sukuna’s chest rise and fall with a laugh. He held you up so easily, like you weighed nothing.

“‘Kuna,” your voice sounded lustful even to your own ears, unintentionally adding to the haze in your brain, “please just let me go, I can’t hold it in.”

“Good,” he sounded entirely too pleased with himself.

You whimpered, it was a futile attempt. Slowly, achingly, warm pee trickled out of your cunt, dripping down your thighs in a steady stream and dribbling onto the tatami mats with a drop, drop, drop. Your face burned as your hands squeezed the large arms around you, nails digging into his tattooed flesh. As he kept grinding against you and an involuntary squeak passed your lips.

This was humiliating, but dear lord, did it feel good. So you finally gave up, surrendering to the disgusting act, letting your core loosen and everything spray out.

“Nasty little pet, look at how much you had in there,” his words were mean, but still you ate them up.

“I know you’re embarrassed, but you’re doing so well.”

He brought the hand on your chest back down to press again on your stomach, forcing everything out of you. You didn't try to squirm this time, letting him do as he pleased.

Sukuna’s cocks had grown so hard they were hurting. He lifted you higher, slotting between your legs, your wetness seeping through to his own parted robes, spilling down his now exposed lengths. He used your body like a toy, rubbing your leaking cunt on his boner. He was a gross creature, but this was originally your idea. After a moment, he slowly inched you to the floor so your toes were grazing the wet mats, the pee leaving your thighs uncomfortably sticky. He released one arm to pump one of his cocks, he then parted your own robe allowing himself access to your pussy. He could smell the arousal over the urine, his ego erected higher than his two cocks.

You twisted in his hold to see his face better, tears brimming your eyes and blushing all the way to your ears. You saw the cock in his hand, illuminated by the moonlight, and swallowed hard. Why was your husband such a weirdo? And when did you become as foul as him?

——

The next morning, while you two ate in comfortable silence in the dining room, a loud and frustrated curse came from the bedroom. Later that morning, you passed the chambers and caught Uraume nailing in new mats, mumbling under his breath. You decided to keep what you saw to yourself, and remain silent when Sukuna complained about the next meal Uraume had poorly prepared.

YUJI ITADORI & NOBARA KUGISAKI JJK: Season 1 Episode 24, Accomplices

Sukuna throwing feints at Mahoraga

I've read the chapter a couple of times now and I seriously don't understand why people want Gojo revive after that. He's content, at peace, together with the people he likes and says right at the end that he hopes this moment won't end and just be his imagination. There's a resolution to his character (he was able to connect with someone who's the same as him) and he liked the way he died. Even the whole Geto thing got tied up.

I can understand not liking where his character ended up (he doesn't really want change or help people, just try to lift them to his level to be able to relate to others), but it seemed that's what Gege had in mind for him. This more self-centred mindset that makes most of his students not a concern to him anymore is frustrating, but I think that was the plan, just terribly executed. Gojo left some of his care for others in the Prison Realm. He had so much time to think that he became entirely focused on the past and is so sick of imprisonment that he'll even take Sukuna to finally feel something.

Yuuji & Hana's worry about him forgetting Megumi was well-founded. Gojo's biggest concern about him is explaining Toji and he left that to Shoko. It's character development and resolution, just in a negative way. The problem is also that since his unsealing we barely got any focus on Gojo's mindset and experiences in the Prison Realm, so there's almost no foreshadowing. He comes across more detached and uncaring/disinterested with what is and was happening, but that's it. We don't even know if he was concerned about Nobara's limbo state - probably not - or if he ever had any bigger plan when facing Sukuna. Other characters like Shoko noticing a change in him could've prepared the reader better for what happened during the fight. Nanami and Geto call Gojo out for not caring about the current goals of the protagonists and just seeking a connection with Sukuna and finding pleasure in that instead, but it's the last chapter and Gojo's death scene, so it's a little late.

Either way, Gojo seems entirely satisfied with where he ended up. He is finally less alone, even if the comradery of strength he sought was found in Sukuna, and Sukuna also acknowledges that. There's a focus on Gojo's mouth when Sukuna says "You did well. I will never forget you", implying he's happy about that. While the setup and execution was very shaky, we have reached an end and just bringing Gojo back would not only feel unsatisfying, but also go against the wishes we see Gojo express here.

I think one of my favorite things in a piece of media is when it goes from "main plot stuff" to "Keeping Up with That One Dysfunctional Family"

HIIII

So, in spirit of the holiday season, I'm taking song requests again! but, only from certain fandoms. ALSO there are separate rules when it comes to these songs.

If its a minor you're requesting, NO FUCKING SONGS ABOUT SEX- THEY'RE MINORS I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO SAY THIS

2. IF I SAY NO, I SAY NO this is self explanatory

3. Have fun with it! I will only list certain fandoms, but ask questions, say hi!

My list <3

Gravity Falls

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Arcane

Musical theatre (just ask)

AOT

Zelda

Mario

Studio Ghibli

BG3

Jujitsu Kaisen

Demon Slayer

??? - Name a character from anything and I'll see what I can do!!

☃️🎄🎁

Happy Holidays!!!

Send in your requests!!!

-Batty

plz step on me

GET UP GOJO THIS IS LIGHTWORK

It has come to my attention that tumblr user @/ xyzzmy is a very immature and disrespectful person even when confronted about her behaviour and I wanted to bring attention to this for those who know of her

Yuta I ask you please to hit Sukuna or at least get it right but please don't screw up 😿😿

drew this as a birthday gift for my friend

An "Accidental" Encounter

[INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY]

Gojo stands at one end of a small table, leaning over a set of unorganized papers. Nine-year-old Megumi sits on the opposite side, arms crossed, his face a mixture of skepticism and confusion.

Gojo (slamming his hand on the table, leaning forward energetically): Okay, let’s review the plan! A block down the street, there’s a charming little French café called “Le Café du Jardin.” At the first outdoor table, there will be a beautiful lady named “Reader.” Reader visits the café every Sunday at exactly 3:30 PM to read and to drink herbal tea. She doesn’t know me—yet—but you, my dear Megumi, are going to help us become acquainted.

Megumi (frowning, leaning back slightly in his chair): Wait a second... If this “Reader” doesn’t know you, then… How exactly do you know her schedule?

Gojo (pausing):… That is not important.

He straightens up, gesturing with his hands.

Gojo (with a wide grin): What is important is that you’re going to help me get her cell phone number.

Megumi (raising an eyebrow skeptically): And how exactly am I supposed to do that?

Gojo (clapping his hands together): Simple! Just repeat what is written in this script.  You’re going to walk up to Reader and say…

He gestures at Megumi expectantly. 

Megumi (dryly, deadpan): Hello, Miss Reader. I think my guardian is stalking you. He says he’ll force me to sleep in the streets until I bring him your cell phone number.

Gojo (becoming frustrated): Nooo! Absolutely not!  You ran away from home because you didn’t want to eat your damn vegetables and got lost! Come on Megumi, I spent all night working on this! 

Megumi (pauses to read Gojo’s notes): You actually put effort into writing this rubbish? I think I prefer to spend my day off playing outside. 

Megumi gets up to leave but Gojo quickly moves to block the door with his body. Gojo kneels down to Megumi's height and places a hand on Megumi's shoulder .

Gojo (pauses for a moment then begins to speak in an overly sweet tone): You know Megumi…  In some countries, children are visited by a magical fairy that will leave them gifts in exchange for their baby teeth. Sometimes when children help out their mommies and daddies, the fairy will reward them with extra gifts! If you help me out, I’m sure the fairy will reward you with ¥500 ! 

Megumi: … I don’t know if I should be more offended by; that you think that I’m dumb enough to believe in the Tooth Fairy, or that I can be bought with just ¥500. 

Gojo: Oh come on Megumi can’t you help me out please? I’ll pay you ¥5,000 for your trouble. 

Megumi: You better make it ¥10,000. 

Gojo (Starting to get frustrated): Seriously?! I let you live here for free! You should want to help out of gratitude! You know what? Maybe I should make you sleep outside! 

Megumi: Fine! I'll just go camping in the backyard until  CPS arrives! 

Gojo (Rubs his temples in annoyance): Dear God why do you have to make this so difficult? How about I pay you….  ¥7,500 and I let you stay up past your bedtime for a whole week? 

Megumi: ….. Fine, I'll do it for ¥7,500! So I go up to this girl named Reader and then what? 

Gojo: Then you’re going to ask Reader if you can use her cell phone to call your amazing uncle Satoru. While you’re waiting for me to arrive, you’ll casually tell her how incredibly attractive I am. 

Megumi (Looking him up and down): You’re attractive? I’m not sure I follow…

Gojo: Of course I’m attractive! I’m tall, handsome, rich, mature, virtuous, and incredibly humble. Oh, and don’t forget to mention that I’m single!

Megumi (deadpan, tilting his head slightly): Well, I’ll give you “tall,” but I’m not so sure about being humble or virtuous…

Gojo (slightly offended): What are you talking about? I’m practically a saint!

Megumi (narrowing his eyes): Right…. Except last month you killed a guy for scratching your car and then drew dicks on his face. Last week you change the men's and women's bathroom signs... Then there was that time you went into angry drunken rage over not being able to nominate yourself for a Nobel Peace Prize…. 

Gojo freezes, his confident grin faltering. He squints suspiciously at Megumi.

Gojo : … And you are not going to mention a single word of that to anyone especially to Reader!

Megumi glances out the window, ignoring Gojo’s theatrics.

Megumi (dryly): It looks like it’s going to rain. Can I at least have an umbrella?

Gojo (waving him off, shaking his head): No, no, no! You’ll look more sympathetic if you’re wet.

He pauses, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

Gojo (suddenly inspired and snapping his fingers): Actually, let’s rub some hot sauce in your eyes to make you cry! It’ll make you look more pitiful! 

Megumi stares at him, utterly unamused. He leans forward, resting his head in his hands.

[EXT. LE CAFÉ DU JARDIN – LATE AFTERNOON]

The busy sounds of the street quiet down a bit as Megumi walks up to a small, picturesque café. He stops at an outdoor table where a young woman, Reader, is engrossed in a book. A hot cup of tea sits next to her. Megumi pauses for a moment, then lightly tugs on her sleeve. 

Megumi (quietly, almost timidly): Excuse me, Miss…

Reader looks up from her book, her gaze soft but curious.

Reader (smiling kindly): Yes?

Megumi (looking down slightly, his voice steady but polite): Can I please borrow your phone? I need to call for a ride home.

Reader’s expression softens even more. Without hesitation, she picks up her phone and hands it to him.

Reader (warmly): Of course.

Megumi takes the phone, glancing up at her briefly before dialing. His expression is calm, but there’s a flicker of guilt in his eyes. As he presses the call button, he meets her gaze directly.

Megumi (sincerely, voice low): I just want to say beforehand, I’m really sorry that I have to drag you into this.

Reader looks slightly confused. The phone barely rings once when—

Gojo (practically materializing out of thin air, loudly and dramatically): Fushiuro-chan!!!!

Reader jumps slightly in her seat as Gojo rushes up, arms outstretched. He picks up Megumi in a constrictive hug and begins spinning the small boy in circles. 

Gojo (buries his face into Megumi’s hair): I’ve been so worried about you! You should know better than to run away like that. 

Megumi (gasping for air and trying to break hold of Gojo’s hold.): Can’t breathe! 

Gojo pretends to just notice the reader and carelessly drops Megumi on the ground. He straightens up, bowing slightly toward Reader with an apologetic look that’s more charming than sincere. Megumi starts gasping noisily for air. Reader looks a little startled but doesn't say anything.

Gojo: Thank you so much for watching over him, Miss! I hope my boy hasn’t caused you any trouble. 

Reader: Oh, not at all. He’s been very polite. 

Gojo (looking overly emotional): You’re too kind! Let me introduce myself—my name is Gojo Satoru, and this is my ward, Megumi Fushiguro.

Reader (hesitates for a moment, then shakes his hand): It’s nice to meet you.

Gojo doesn't let go of the reader's hand and instead interlaces his fingers with hers.

Gojo (voice dropping to a sympathetic tone): Thank you for being so understanding. I’ve recently adopted Megumi-kun after he was abandoned by his abusive father.

Megumi (frowning): But I have never been abu—

Before Megumi can finish, Gojo kicks Megumi's shin.

Megumi (winces, staggering slightly as his eyes begin to water from the pain): …!

Reader untangles her hand from Gojo and stares at Megumi with a look of concern. Gojo quickly swoops in, wrapping an arm around Megumi’s shoulders as if to comfort him.

Gojo (gently wipes away Megumi’s tears): It’s okay Fushiguro-chan. You don’t have to hold back your emotions anymore.

Megumi freezes, his eyes narrowing dangerously as Gojo leans in closer.

Gojo (voice voice dripping with fake sympathy): Do you remember what your therapist said? It’s okay to cry!

Megumi’s eyebrow twitches, his face a mixture of pain, anger, and annoyance. Reader watches the interaction, looking torn between sympathy and confusion.

Reader (softly): I … didn’t realize you were going through so much, Fushiguro-chan.

Megumi (gritting his teeth, barely keeping his composure): I’m fine.

Gojo (starts aggressively ruffling Megumi’s hair and smiles at the reader): Isn’t he brave? I’m just so proud of him.

Reader smiles back awkwardly.

Gojo (lowering his voice, feigning deep compassion): Shhh… I know you’re still trying to cope with your deadbeat father trying to sell you after your mom tragically passed away.

Reader’s eyes widen slightly, and she leans forward, visibly shocked. Gojo continues, unbothered.

Gojo (earnestly, with a hint of dramatic flair): Just because your father didn’t want you doesn’t mean you aren’t loved! I care about you, and I know you’re nothing like your father. Your father was a jerk. He deserved to die in that explosion. But don’t worry! I’m doing my best to be the father figure you need.

Megumi’s jaw clenches as he stares at Gojo, practically vibrating with restrained irritation. Gojo ignores Megumi and gazes wistfully at the reader.

Gojo: And maybe, one day, I’ll fall in love with a kind lady who can be the motherly figure you deserve.

Megumi (gritting his teeth, voice sharp): Why do you feel the need to share my personal life with others?!

Megumi looks like he’s about to explode, but before he can, Reader gently pats his back. Her touch is light and hesitant but kind.

Reader (softly) : It’s okay, Fushiguro-chan. 

Gojo (earnestly): Fushiguro-chan is not a bad child, I swear! It’s just that he’s been through so much… Living on the streets for so long has left him traumatized. Poor Fushiguro-chan is such a sweet and well-behaved kid, but sometimes he forgets that he now has a loving home. I’m doing the best I can to raise him as a single parent, but there’s only so much I can do as a humble bachelor. It’s only thanks to kind-hearted angels like you that he has any hope left for humanity. Please… let me take you out to dinner tonight to thank you for saving my poor boy!

Reader looks surprised, glancing between Gojo and Megumi.

Megumi (calmly): Am I invited to this dinner as well?

Gojo deadpans at him.

Gojo: No. I only made a reservation for two people. 

Megumi (sighing): Fine. But how am I supposed to get home? I’m lost, remember?

Gojo: Oh, yeah I almost forgot about that....

Gojo starts digging through his pockets, pulling out random coins and counting them in his palm.

Gojo: Let’s see… okay, here’s ¥155. There’s a bus station about five blocks south of here that you can take to get home. There are leftovers in the fridge and don’t stay up too late. 

Megumi (staring at the coins, unimpressed): Hey wait a moment, where’s the other ¥7,345?

Reader: If money is the problem, I have no issue with giving  Fushiguro-kun a ride home. Also there is no need to treat me to dinner. 

Gojo: Oh don’t worry about Fushiguru-kun. Earlier today I was telling Fushiguro-kun that the tooth fairy often leaves money to boys and girls who are extra good. 

Megumi and Gojo make eye contact with each other as a silent agreement is made between the two of them.

Megumi (Starts to walk away): Actually I just remembered how to get home from here. Also don’t worry about Gojo Miss Reader. He can be eccentric at times but he’s harmless…

Gojo: Make sure to brush your teeth and don’t stay up too late! Anyhow there is an upscale restaurant that just opened up and … *continues to babble* 

Reader starts to tune out Gojo and a chuckle escapes her lips as can’t help but feel entertained with the events that just unfolded in front of her. A small grin forms on Gojo’s face, satisfied with his plan’s outcome. 

Note from the author: I just wanted to say thank you for taking the time to read my little creation. This short story was originally inspired by the Gojo x reader story “Trouville Limerence,” by the Tumblr user pthalogreenwriter (hopefully they will log back into their account one day and read this!) I originally wrote this I wanted to encourage them to continue writing  their story so I created a parody script of the events that could potentially happen after their third chapter. I was having so much fun writing the parody, that I decided to turn it into a short story. If this short gains enough attention, I might repost the story later on in a properly written story format. I also want to extend a special thanks to Bella @izabella_ray and Athena M @arriane_li from Fiverr for helping me edit my script and to anyone else who gave me feedback!