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whim-prone-pirate · 7 months
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god he LOOKS like a don doesn't he
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avnasace · 8 months
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(edited for spoiler warnings jjk spoilers ch236) gojo and geto now having the same death anniversary, megumi's body being used to kill someone he loves AGAIN, gojo's students all watching him get sliced in half, gojo wishing geto was a teacher, the fever dream conversation with Geto, Haibara and Nanami, oh gege we are in your walls for real this time you were cruel for this...
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wyrmswears · 27 days
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hey so. click for quality.
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speedpaint under cut:
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buggachat · 11 months
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honestly just in general it's very exhausting to try to analyze media that is literally meant to be analyzed, only for the replies to be filled with people arguing not against your analysis, but against the premise that the media can be analyzed at all.
i don't even know what to say about it without starting to really betray my frustration, so i'll just settle with— just don't engage with analysis posts? I'm serious. if you're typing a response to a media analysis post, reread what you've written and ask yourself "is this comment/response against the very concept of analyzing the media at all?" and if the answer is yes then delete it all and go sit in the shame corner. throw your curtains away if you want to so bad and stop telling me that I'm not allowed to hum and haw at the fact mine are blue
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cowleyes · 9 months
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i pull up in that audi you pull up in that honda
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melon-soda · 2 years
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mans best friend
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jayninjago · 2 months
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Villain Jay prayer circle teehee
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p00pdev1l · 12 days
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"ghost of the strongest"
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A/N: a little drabble in celebration, gojo x reader (no pronouns used), i just needed a moment okay. warnings: there is implied sex going on here, so 18+ only pretty please. also implied spoilers, will be tagging accordingly!
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“I told you I’d come back.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, his cool breath tickling the shell of your ear, “Hope you didn’t find someone to replace me while I was gone–” he teased, your nose scrunched in distaste of the thought. You felt his lips travel from your ear, toward your nape, you sighed audibly, feeling the bite of his sharp teeth sink into your sensitive skin, marking him yours. 
“In case you forget.”
He’s gotten bigger since you last saw him, trembling hands tried to wrap themselves around his biceps, seeking out stability as he thrusts inside of you. You both were in a state of disarray. Frantically wandering hands, soft moans echoing out of kiss bitten lips, hands tangled in one another’s hair. You never expected to see him again. Still struggling after all this time with the concept of your lover ceasing to exist. And yet, there he was, standing in front of your door in the middle of the night, asking to come in. 
“I could never forget you.” you whispered, dragging your nails against the pale skin of his back. He nestled himself closer, his head resting between the crook of your neck and your shoulder. You were sure he could feel the sear of your warm tears falling upon him, leaving a mark of their own. Strong arms wrapped themselves around your trembling form, desperately trying to protect you from further despair he may have caused. 
“I will always be here.”
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boundinparchment · 14 days
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Kinetic Harvest
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“I ain’t got the money. Not now. But with your…assistance, I can make it worth your while. Consider me a lifetime customer.”
You put the bullet back on your desk, a peace offering. He took it back and tucked it away, gun still trained on you.
“I don’t work on those who threaten me.”
Boothill/Gender Neutral Reader oneshot. Can be read as a pairing or not. Dottore reference if you squint. Not beta read.
Leaks used as a base, read at your own discretion. On AO3 here.
Reblogs are appreciated.
Desperation drove most to your doorstep, trembling as their bellies stoked fires so strong they made suns pale in comparison. Their eyes darted, assessing the clean office and workshop, as if they were wondering the validity of the rumors. A back-alley mechanic who took the money of criminals, crooks, and high society alike had to certainly have signs of that wealth. Or perhaps they thought morality was tied to cleanliness.
You cared not.
And they only cared whether you could fix their problem.
It made for a very convenient workflow.
But the man who sat before you was a deviation from that norm. He was surefooted, a little curious in the way his head turned to gaze about the darkened space. His eyes lingered not on you but on the prosthetic arm you kept behind your desk, the finger joints extended and the gun attachment on the wrist popped out, unloaded.
Never gave his name but you liked his drawl. You’d heard it from folks in a distant system. Aeragan-Epharshel was an ancient land, home to a language as old as the green plains and permafrosted mountains and dusty canyons; you were certain your mentor would have loved it there. So much to explore and learn from those who came before.
The stranger told you a story of a boy who grew up taming horses and identifying plants. Caring for everything around him. Isolated though the planet was, it was not without a law of entropy and a reciprocity that few ever even knew existed anymore. Of a child whose smile lit up a room like the sun itself.
There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in his eyes when he stood a bullet up on your desk. In the glint of the lamplight, you caught three letters: IPC.
The one party you never took funding or clients from. The Interstellar Peace Corporation was, quite ironically, stood for the exact opposite, in your opinion.
“You specialize in cybernetics,” the man tilted his head as he leaned back in his seat. The wood squeaked. “And rumor has it, you go beyond the usual…modifications. I ain’t done in this universe ‘til that bullet is buried in the skull of the leech that sucks planets dry.”
His words were pinched tight by this teeth, jaw on edge. This man, this stranger off the streets, knew what he wanted and you wondered how many others in your profession turned him away. Plenty would. There was a liability in taking the human form too far, both ethically and bureaucratically. Too much red tape, too much diffusing of pre-conceived notions.
No wonder your mentor chose the path of eternal funding and embraced his legacy.
“Before you tell me, ‘No’,” the man drawled. “Know that I have endured harsher summers and brutal winters than most o’ your so-called patients, doc. I can handle what needs to be done.”
“I don’t doubt that,” you replied, fingers reaching for the bullet and holding it up to the light.
Those who were so glued to their convictions made for difficult clients, though. They were stubborn.
Worse, really, you reminded yourself as you looked up and noticed the barrel of a gun staring back at you. No one would stand between a hunter and his prey.
“I ain’t got the money. Not now. But with your…assistance, I can make it worth your while. Consider me a lifetime customer.”
You put the bullet back on your desk, a peace offering. He took it back and tucked it away, gun still trained on you.
“I don’t work on those who threaten me.”
A second, and then two, before he clicked his teeth and holstered the weapon. He gestured with open hands to demonstrate he was unarmed and then folded them in his lap.
“You’ll have a difficult road ahead,” you advised. “Years of assembly.“
“A full cybernetic body that preserves my noggin and my perfect eyesight is hardly unreasonable. It’s been done. Everyone knows you studied hidden away from the Aeons, under the Heretic. He’s dead, o’ course, but if I were a gamblin’ man…”
“You don’t strike me the type.”
“I ain’t,” the words came out strained, frustrated with a huff of breath. “A waste o’ money and time. Frivolous. All I’m sayin’ is…if I wanted the easy way out, I wouldn’t be here. I know what I’m signin’ up for.”
Your eyes traced his haggard face, white hair with tinges of black that had seen better days, a muscular frame trimmed a little too lean in places due to malnutrition. A hat more pristine than his dusty pants.
“Lay down over on the table,” you jerked your head in the direction of the vivisection table off to the side of your workshop. “We’ll start with your measurements.”
The man let out a slow exhale, one you didn’t dare attribute to relief. He rose with a steadiness you recognized only in those who trusted in their abilities and convictions, who would succeed not just through skill but by the cognitive bias that they embraced with every fiber of their being.
“Just promise me one thing, cowboy,” you said, collecting a tablet from your desk.
He turned, weight shifted to cock his hip impatiently.
“I don’t want your money. But when we’re done, you’ll tell me your name. I want to know what to call the one who succeeds in gutting the IPC.”
He smiled, crooked and charming, and you wondered if you ever saw eyes sparkle like that in this office before.
“It’s a deal, doc.”
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snowthedemonfox · 28 days
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spinning ragatha plush for those who need it
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weekend-whip · 28 days
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Can't believe they made her cooler
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tatakaeeren · 1 year
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Gojo Satoru 💙 | Jujutsu Kaisen Manga chapter 222 "Omen"
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nighttimeebony · 11 months
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Something something, the inherent eroticism of offering your blood to your rival ; something something, reevaluating my life; something something, crying.
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wyrmswears · 25 days
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hey guys lego dmed me and said we all have to draw jay as a dogboy now. yeah. sorry. bad news to the non furry community
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keniaku · 2 years
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[id: a black and white comic with maki and noritoshi jr. they’re observing as naoya finishes his transformation from a cursed womb, the wind are blowing their hair and clothes as they look at naoya in the sky.
noritoshi jr: [thinking] does he... he looks kind of like...
noritoshi jr: [stops himself from finishing his thought, shaking his head] no, noritoshi-kun...! this isn’t the time for that! focus! focus!
maki: [she looks unimpressed/bored/disgusted as she looks up at naoya] damn. he’s a huge cunt inside and out now. noritoshi are you seeing this shit
noritoshi jr: [mouth opens wide as he turns to maki, in shock at how blunt she was] /end id.]
maki saying what we’re all thinking
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starf4wn · 4 months
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I don't know how tf will Jay end up in the wolf army thing but hey that's hella cool because he is finally getting that villain arc, guess I'll celebrate doing art
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