'perhaps fuck off might be too kind'

some bs gojo x m reader lmfao lowercase intended

cw! swearing (obvs), reader hates gojo (reader might also hate suguru up to interpertation) , friends to enemies??, one slight (?) makeout - no consent from gojos side, prettyyyy angsty ig. - not proofread

music blasted through [names] headphones, drowning out any sound that could be heard by anyone else in the entire school. hell, it was such a common thing that he wasn't even scared if someone approached him now.

however that was probably a lie since he still jumped when he felt a certain someone touch his shoulder and he quickly turned around to see the person who made him drown everyone else out.

gojo satoru.

everyone knew how much [name] hated gojo, especially after getou's death. how much he thought the white haired male just needed to shut up for a moment. all three of them were close when getou was still kicking, but ever since that one single day, [name] shut himself away from gojo.

every evening out was 'suguru this' or 'suguru that' and it got to a point where [name] thought gojo should've just confessed his love or something. even though [name] had some underlying feelings for gojo, they simply all disappeared instantly. it was like he felt nothing for gojo, even as friends.

a snap took him out of his weird trance and he made quite the sour face at the man standing, now in front of him. "the fuck do you want satoru." he spat, taking his headphones off and letting them sit on his shoulders.

"woah, someones in a mood." gojo scoffed, raising his hands in front of him in some sort of defense. "just needed to tell you it's time to go home. yuji was looking for you, but only i know you hide here so i thought i'd personally come and get you!"

the cheer in his voice only made [name] feel even more upset. it's like a bad mood that could only ever get worse. if anything [name] wanted to personally murder gojo even if it meant he would get executed or something stupid like that.

[name] said nothing as he stood up to walk out of the room. he already had his headphones back on, which never stopped playing music even whilst they had a conversation, although only one was on an ear. as his hand reached for the door, he felt another grab his free hand. it felt like a last resort grab and he had to mentally prepare himself before stopping to listen to what gojo had to say.

"hey wait, i think we need to talk before you go. i don't get many chances to see you one on one." gojo said, sounding somewhat sympathetic. [name] took a moment to decide if he was going to reply, but gojo was too quick to speak. "i know you probably don't want to talk to me after you know... but that doesn't mean we shouldn't adress it?" it came out more as a question rather than a concern.

"satoru, we have nothing to talk about. you just want an excuse to make me feel bad for you." [name] replied, shaking his wrist out of gojo's grip. he honestly thought it was pathetic gojo would go such lengths and for what? an overdue apology?

the silence in the room was loud. gojo was speechless and [name] knew this. "look what happened, happened, but seriously. if you want me to feel something towards you again, it's not going to happen. you fucked up, not me." was all he could say without losing his composure. if he snapped, who knows what he'd say or even do.

gojo looked lost for words. how could you not feel anything for him? how could you not love the strongest? the sweetest? most caring sorcerer? words like that flooded gojos mind and [name] simply just watched him. he sighed. he had to be honest it was embarrasing watching gojo act like this.

"stop pouting you look stupid." [name] said, words filled with sarcasm. "here if you want to see if theres some spark.." his words trailed off as he grabbed onto gojos chin, looking disgusted by just the sight of him and bringing their lips together.

it wasn't passionate, it wasn't sweet. it was straight up vile. [name] was revolted by the actions he took, but how else could he prove this? his grip on gojos chin was strong as he forced his tongue into the white haired mans mouth. it was only for a second that gojo felt something before [name] harshly bit on his lip, easily breaking the skin and then pulled away.

[name] sighed, spitting onto the floor, hoping a janitor would be able to clean that up later. he stared at gojo who just looked confused, lip bleeding and face flushed. "don't blush at that, it's disgusting." [name] scoffed. he rolled his eyes, watching gojo get it together.

"what was that for?" gojo complained, wiping the blood off his lip with the back of his hand, however it did very little. he was beyond confused. why would [name] kiss him in such a situation? was [name] in love with him?

"i feel nothing for you satoru. if you kiss someone you like, your brain likes it, but i don't feel any satisfaction from it. you ruined how i felt because all you could ever talk about was stupid fucking suguru. how he liked certain foods at restruants or how you two always had matching things. god it was so annoying, so i cut you out. yeah, suguru passing was sad, but god you must've been in love with him so much you forgot about everyone else around you." [name] said, like it was a confession booth. his expression was completely neutral, which showed gojo how serious [name] was.

it got silent again. the only noise came from [name]'s headphones. gojo couldn't even argue. he just stood there quietly, allowing [name] to vent his feelings. it was different. no one ever really had the courage to tell gojo how they really felt about him, or the getou situation.

"now if you'll excuse me, i'll be tending to yuji now." [name] sighed, finally leaving the room, leaving gojo in complete silence. listening to [names] footsteps fade away, felt the same as when getou left.

authors note ⋆˙⟡ wahh something i actually finish... (the other gojo fic thats been in my drafts since sep...) anyways hope this was decent its like 2 am lol also sorry its so short?? like i usually write more but idk i couldnt think of anymore to write?

Now that I read the ask about religion... It would so funny if the personal deity MC adores is Aphrodite herself. Just imagine the drama lmao. I think Aphrodite would feel even more slighted than usual, in all honesty. And it would be awkwardly funny for Eros. I just think it's so funny, but maybe that's just me.

i was thinking of adding this when i had responded originally! but there is definitely a change in the way PC!AphroDevoter will get treated vs. one who isn't! i don't want to reveal too much... but there'll be an option where you'll be able to pick how devoted you are to whoever you choose (if you are going down this religious path), and depending on your choices.. some COULD potentially.. appear (in their own ways).. and help.. and maybe harm..

for the record, it'll be a mix of major gods, minor ones, and primordials (if you dont know what that is, think of Nyx!) that ik i can worm into the story at their respective times and have it be meaningful

and im not talking about like zeus spiltting the skies and blasting havoc everywhere, but some may leave a few small 'gifts' behind

Pentiment!

I honestly think we all have a lot to unpack still. I know I do. On one hand, there is the anger and feelings of betrayal people are feeling because of the final actions Elliot took. But at the same time, we watched him grow up and some (like me) who are newer to the story and binged to catch up, all the good times with Hope are very much fresh in our mind. So while I wanted to snatch his ass up at the post before the choke out scene, the minute I realized where this was going, I legitimately lost it and cried. Cin, I cried like he was my favorite cousin. And here I was watching him self destruct, powerless to stop it all.

Sean was dealt a near impossible hand and then proceeded to play the shittiest game of poker ever. But at the end of the day, I do believe he loved his son. He just… was not equipped to be the father Elliot needed. And like someone mentioned, the Drakes were the family and support he never got at home.

So here he is at a time of crisis in his life, he looks back to where he was happiest. We need to remember that while his actions were abhorrent (violence of that magnitude against someone you claim to love is NEVER justifiable), he was in the middle of a mental breakdown. He could not see a way out of the pain and suffering. To him, the only way to stop it was death. When a person gets to that point, when every thought is fatalistic and they feel boxed in on all sides, suicide seems like a blessing.

I am not and will never defend his actions or Sean’s inability to be the father Elliot needed. But there was a time when we all were rooting for Elliot. When we believed in him and Hope. This is what we should mourn. The potential, the boy in there who was reaching out for something all children should have: the unconditional love of a parent.

And now here we are surrounded by the catastrophic remains of Elliot’s actions. Much like Darren, it’s understandable that our first reaction is to snatch up Sean and scream that Elliot deserves no forgiveness. But Darren saw the devastation in Sean’s eyes. He saw a parent coming to the horrible realization that he failed his child on every. single. level. He also recognized the very same pain clawing at his chest mirrored in Sean’s features. When faced with that, all you can do is fall apart.

So no, we shouldn’t feel sympathy for Elliot in light of his last actions on this earth. But as human beings, we should acknowledge the sheer agony that led up to said actions. We should remember that boy whose friendship was a cornerstone in Hope’s (and all the Drakes honestly) life. That is the person we should sympathize with because that child never stood a chance.

Now we all have to deal with the consequences of the final act of a desperate man. Those actions were unbelievably selfish, horrific and cruel. But that’s not going to be what stays with Hope. When she wakes up, she is going to be told that her oldest friend is gone. She is going to remember those last moments and obsessively wonder what she could have done to save him. This is the trauma every single person who ever cared about Elliot has to reckon with now. And that right there is the sad legacy he leaves behind.

Oof... Let's get into it:

Absolutely all of the above! I couldn't agree more.

So here we have 3 REALLY important moments in Elliot's relationship with his dad and just his life in general:

Not only did E feel like "what team" but a team is supposed to symbolize some kind of family, you don't let your "team" down. But as we learned through Kendrick, even his team/family was flawed. Its like everywhere that Elliot turned for support he couldn't find it UNLESS it was Hope. Kendrick's purpose was to distrupt what should have been Elliot's squad, he was the QB and everyone on the line is supposed to protect the QB..... until Sean took him out of position. Like Hope had Robin and Aaliyah as team mates that became besties. These are the support systems that were so elusive to Elliot.

When I think about such an influential yet disturbed character like Elliot, I think about the whole spectrum of them, especially long-term characters like E. I thought about that spectrum for days. Where did it start, what happened along that spectrum of simulated life and the ultimate end of it. I learned from my own damn writing (smh) that no matter where Elliot turned, nothing was what he needed unless it was Hope. There was no healthy alternative.

Maybe part of the reason they used to scheme on how to get Sean a girlfriend when they were kids is because they were foreshadowing a very dark future if Elliot was left to his own devices with Sean behind the wheel. Basically, I had to study Elliot from the moment he entered the story, until he took his last breath today and, unfortunately, the end result was the only result. And its real, and we need to check on our people as much as we can.

Is it a job requirement that the rival in a Danganronpa game wants to smooch on the protag?

Because I’ve heard things about Nagito and Kokichi.

And Byakuya seems like an exception but he was willing to pay Makoto half a million just to stand around looking pretty

DHMIS Protag titles (?)

From what I gathered:

Duck is a “doctor”

Red Guy is a snarky teen and

Yellow Guy is a mentally challenged kid

hello and how are you?

We just wanted to pop in and give you some motivation confetti! Thought we are very much late with doing this to help encourage everyone in The Great Motivation Experiment!

May the words be ever in your favor! c:

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Sere has classes in the morning, and a quick walkthrough at Sirena in the afternoon. When she gets back, the smell of cooking and sound of lively Oaxacan music pervade the hall. She opens the door to their(!) one-bedroom apartment to see Leo, singing his heart out to some Oaxacan ballad, making dinner. She knows she’d made that demand, but that he’d actually go for it? Truly delightful. The walk home from Albertus was cold, but the main room is toasty thanks to the heat from the kitchen and a small fireplace-like device that runs on mana. Indeed, if she squints her eyes just so, she can make out the lines of ley power coming up through the walls, to the unit, and then out along the floor. She unwraps the wide scarf from around her neck, shrugs off her coat, and lets down her hair, as her housemate(!) seems blissfully set on his task. Curling up on the rug close to the fireplace, she basks in the heat, turning around and around to get warm with an increasing sense of satisfaction. “Woah! You could’ve told me you were home!” Leo says, nearly jumping out of his skin when he sees her, blushing hard and flicking the music off. “I didn’t want to disturb you. You seemed really happy,” she says with a lazy smile, her back to the false image of fire and sitting on the soft, furry rug that she just couldn’t stop running her fingers through.

I think Burgess is the Duvos spy

ice king pipeline ig

UHMMMMM what if T4T labru

*Married life playing in the background

This idea was probably funnier in my head

Good Omens + Parallels

birds of a feather

‼️ hazbin s1 finale spoilers ‼️

some text posts for the finale, what a ride!

can't wait to see percy's reaction upon learning that the twelve major gods have been staying on the 600th floor of the empire state building. like imagine the rage of this twelve-year-old kid when he learns his dad, who allegedly abandonded him and his mom shortly after he was born, was actually just down the fucking street this whole time.

This is so stupid I’m so sorry-