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ranhaitanisgf · 4 months

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hi!! can you write an oneshot of yuuji confessing his love to reader with the help of the first years and gojo? you are my fav writer!! ily bye<3

just confess already!!

synopsis: yuuji just can't get you out of his head!! maybe his friends and teacher can help?

☆ a/n ˎˊ˗ first req for jjk !! it took a long time to write this bc i wasnt sure if i was characterizing everybody right, so lmk how i did !! thank you so much anon for requesting this idea; it was soso cute !! i hope you all enjoy ! xoxo

☆ characters ˎˊ˗ yuuji itadori x fem!reader

☆ wc ˎˊ˗ 2.1k+

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“idiot.” a harsh slap on the back of his head made yuuji yelp out in surprise and slight pain, clutching the back of his head. “if you keep staring like that she’s gonna notice, y’know.” he pouted a bit as nobara sat herself next to him, sipping a smoothie as the two of them watched you train with maki.

“whatever…” he mumbled, setting his head on his hand. nobara watched him for a moment, the kicked puppy look on his face making her let out a breath, sighing.

“i can’t enjoy your struggle with love if you look like that.” yuuji didn’t respond to her comment, making her roll her eyes. “hey, stop ignoring me and listen. you have the love expert sitting right next to you and you’re not even gonna ask me anything?”

“you’ve never even had a boyfriend.”

“hey!! i’m not gonna help you if you start being a little shit!” she yelled, huffing as she took another sip of her smoothie.

as nobara looked at yuuji, she had to admit that it was strange to see him like this. it was odd to see yuuji so down in the dumps and not talking excitedly about something stupid, (not that she really cared. it was just an observation).

“...you gonna confess to her?”

“confess to who?!”

“aah!” nobara screamed as she jumped, her cup almost slipping from her grasp. gojo peeked his head out between yuuji and nobara, his face twisting in feigned pain.

“woah! don’t go screaming so loud, nobara! you’re gonna burst my eardrums!” the man whined, dramatically clutching his ears.

“well maybe don’t go sneaking up on people like that!! i could’ve dropped my smoothie!!” she complained, clutching her smoothie much closer. despite the sudden appearance and scare from gojo, yuuji hadn’t even moved a muscle, his cheek still squished up against his hand as he watched you, your training partner now being panda.

“sorry! but what’s got our vessel so down in the dumps? he get rejected?”

“he’s gotten himself rejected in his mind before even confessing.”

“ahhh, young love. so tragic!” gojo exclaimed dramatically. “so, who is it? hmmm…” gojo’s head turned to yuuji, matching his gaze until he saw you. “woah, (y/n)! what’re you gonna do?”

“dunno…panda said she’s totally into some guy from kyoto…” nobara raised a brow at his words, scrunching her brows as she thought for a moment.

“panda is a big fat liar. (y/n)-chan does have a crush on someone, but-”

“you know who she has a crush on?!” yuuji suddenly asked, his voice raising two octaves and his jaw almost dropping. “who is it?!”

“i’m not gonna break girl code for you, stupid! all i’ll say is that panda is completely wrong and that you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” she stated, making an ‘x’ symbol with her fingers. “you’ll be fine, so just confess already.”

“i don’t even know how to do that! it looks so easy in those romance movies…” yuuji said, completely unaware of what she had just implied.

“you watch romance movies? actually, why does that make complete sense- nevermind! stop being a coward! girls don’t like men who are cowards!” nobara confidently stated. “you’ve gotta be confident and tell your feelings unashamedly! be bold! be fearless!”

the little pep talk had no effect on yuuji, the boy just sighing and standing up when he noticed that you were finished with training. before he could get up and walk away, gojo suddenly grabbed him from under his armpits, easily lifting him up and walking away with him, (yuuji’s flapping and flailing had absolutely no effect).

nobara had stayed seated, staring at the scene for a couple moments and wondering if she should get herself involved, (teenage boys are so much trouble, after all). despite the fact that she could do much better things with her time, she ultimately decides to get up and follow them. see, she’s thinking for her future self! the future her wouldn’t be able to enjoy the small moments of peace and quiet if yuuji was constantly moping and feeling sorry for himself, so she has to intervene now for her own self preservation!

“hey, let go of me!”

“we have to fix this, stat! i wouldn’t be a good teacher if i didn’t help you out!”

“i’m not asking for your stupid help! have you even had a girlfriend before, sensei?!” gojo gasped at yuuji’s words, shaking him a bit as he continued to carry him to wherever he was taking him, (nobara isn’t sure why she decided to help, actually. this was ruining her peace and quiet).

“ouch! you don’t think your own mentor is hot with the ladies?!” gojo suddenly stopped walking when he noticed a familiar black-haired first year who stopped in the doorway to the school, staring at the scene in front of him.

for a few seconds, megumi stared at gojo, hoping that silence would hopefully be enough to exclude him from whatever was going on right now.

“megumiii~! come help us with yuuji~!”

“no thanks.”

“me~gu~mi~!”

“i’m busy.”

you’re not sure what’s going on right now.

you had been walking with maki and panda back from training, the three of you talking about getting a bite to eat somewhere good after taking showers and freshening up, (you felt pretty cool that you were able to hang out with the second-years, so you were pretty excited about it).

when the three of you had heard a giant racket from behind you, none of you had expected to turn around and find gojo and the other first years restraining yuuji as they were sprinting your way at quite the alarming speed, (gojo was holding yuuji like a cat, his hands under his armpits while megumi and nobara were half-heartedly crouch-running while holding his legs).

“aahhh!! let me go!! let go!!” yuuji was yelling, trying his best to wrangle himself out of gojo’s grip.

“what in the world…” you said in shock, preparing to get out of the way since they didn’t seem to be slowing down, (would they willingly crash into all you? nah…right?).

they all suddenly stopped right in front of you, unceremoniously dropping yuuji. he didn’t lose his balance though, standing up straight away and throwing his hands up in anger.

“hey!! what’s the big idea here?!” he was yelling, his face twisted in confusion and frustration. “you can’t just pick me up and take me wherever you want!!”

“actually, i can! maki, panda!! let’s scram!!” gojo said, a big smile on his face as he started shooing them off.

“hah? why should we-?”

“c’mon c’monnnn! listen to your teacher for once!” gojo interrupted, taking hold of both of their shoulders and pulling them along with him. “ oh, and (y/n)! yuuji has something to say to you!” megumi and nobara followed behind him as they shook their heads, leaving you and yuuji staring at them in shock as they all walked away.

“what the hell just happened…?” you asked, your question hanging in the air as you watched them all promptly exit the scene, (you could still hear maki arguing with gojo in the distance which you thought was a bit funny).

yuuji didn’t answer your question, his jaw hanging wide open as he watched everyone walk away and leave him there.

“uh, yuuji…? you alright? gojo-sensei said you have something to say?” you asked, a bit concerned. yuuji was finally looking at you, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to say something, (were his cheeks pink? are you imagining things?). it was odd to see him acting so timid, especially when he was usually so excited and friendly. maybe he was finally making a move?

no, you shouldn’t get your hopes up.

“i…uhh…” he managed to let out, his hands moving to his head to mess with his hair. you nodded patiently, waiting for him to say something.

“yes?”

“i…you…uhhhh…” he shook his head, his hands suddenly slapping his cheeks. “i like you!!” he exclaimed, his eyes screwed shut. “i really like you and panda said that you liked a guy from kyoto so i wasn’t going to say anything but nobara said i should go for it and i wasn’t going to but then gojo-sensei dragged me all the way here so i kinda feel like i have to say it now! i’m sorry!!!” you stared as he talked, not even taking a breath between his sentences as words poured out of his mouth. at the end of it he bowed deeply to you, his arms stiff at his sides.

all you could do was stare at him for a few moments, his talking being too fast for your brain to process all at once. the silence was thick over the two of you as he anxiously waited for an answer from you, whose eyes were blown wide as you realized what was happening right now.

the first thing you did was gently grab his shoulders, pulling him up from his bow and smiling at him, your hands moving to hold his, (you found it cute that his palms were sweating a bit).

the second thing you did was giggle a bit at his flushed and embarrassed expression; you didn’t think you’d ever see him like this, but you were glad that you were.

“yuuji! i thought you would never say anything! i like you too~!” now he was the one staring at you with wide eyes, his gaze flicking down to look at your joined hands, then back up to your smiling face.

“me? you like me?!” he asked in shock.

“of course, silly!” you answered, squeezing his hands a bit. “i’ve liked you since the first day i met you. i was waiting for you to realize!” yuuji continued gaping at you, his shock extremely evident on his face. “was it really not that obvious?”

“i’m kinda stupid, so i didn’t know…” he mumbled, his eyes staring deeply into your own, almost as if he was searching for your feelings in them. a smile suddenly bloomed on his face, his shock melting away as he gave you the most genuine and happy grin you’ve ever seen in your life, (you’re being blinded!!).

“will you let me be your boyfriend?” he asked, lacing your fingers together. “i can’t say that i’m the smartest and i can’t say that i’m the strongest, but i will do my best to make you happy!”

there was a particular shine of complete and utter love in his brown eyes that beamed a light straight into your heart; a complete k.o!

“guh, yuuji…” you said, your head dropping down. “my heart…”

“what?! are you okay, (y/n)??”

“ahhh, you’re so cute…!” you exclaimed, popping your head back up to beam at him. “let’s go do something!! right now!”

“r-right now!? where-?!” you cut his words off by starting to drag him with you, beginning to jog a bit. he confusedly jogged behind you, but despite his confusion his hand held yours in a firm grip, blindly following your lead as you led the both of you down the halls.

“somewhere! wherever we find something cool!” you giggled, going outside the school and leading him in the direction of the city. “let’s get some good food! oh, and maybe we can watch a movie or something! didn’t you want to watch that worm movie?”

“human earthworm 4? seriously?! you’ll see it with me??” yuuji asked, his expression dumbfounded and elated at the same time.

“of course! i would do anything if it was with you!”

“h-huh?! anything?!”

“yep! anything!” you smiled, looking back at him. his cheeks were completely flushed by this point, the pink shade being darker than his hair color. even more obvious than his flustered state though was how happy he was; his face was contorted in the most beautiful grin you think you’ve ever seen and you almost trip over your own feet because you’re so happy too.

“...i-i would do anything too! if it was with you!” he exclaimed, unconsciously helping you jump over a big root in the pathway. “i think anything would be good if it had you!”

“do you mean it?”

“of course i do!! i feel like you always have this sort of aura that’s just like whoosh! and then i just feel better, even if my lunch got stolen out of the fridge!”

“haha, i have an aura? don’t worry though, i’ll protect your lunches from now on!! you won’t need my aura because-!”

“no, i do need your aura! always!”

“hmm, well i guess we could arrange that, right?” you mused, giggling. yuuji’s eyes drifted to his view of your smile, your joyful expression making his heart go ten times faster than it already was.

hey! not that he’s complaining…it’s really nice, so….his heart rate be damned!!

yuuji doesn’t know if there’s a god out there or a higher power, but he hopes that he can be able to relive this moment with you forever, (would it be too much for him to ask to be with you forever? it would be, right?).

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twilight-hills · 2 years

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Attack to @chenanigans of her OC Maridia Fusilli!

#art fight #art fight 2022 #oc #dnd #dungeons and dragons #moth #rosy maple moth #socerer #insects #bugs #twili draws

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obeyme-lost-thought · 11 months

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Angst: Our Memories

That another angst. MC is on the verge of death in this one. Maybe an MC replaced(?), but honestly it's just me wanting to cry

A Human that isn't a true one is a big problem for the 3 world and someone wants to change it. You try to fight, but how much can you take ?

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How many time did I come back ? 3... 10... 25 ? But it doesn't change anything. They will always be a step forward from me.

With this pacts, this friendship, this love... Is it so wrong?

Angels, Demons, Socerers... A group formed of all the ones who hate me and the brothers. It was a normal day when everything gone wrong. They attacked us with a plane in their minds: death. In the worst case I'm the only one to die, in the best me and the brothers. So now we are in a war. A long war, who we can't win. It's not official; Diavolo can't use Devildom's forces to protect us. But he as a demon will support in every way he can. Solomon, Simeon, Luke, Thirteen, Raphael and even Mephistole is helping. Every one is protecting me.

But that doesn't help. They... died.

The twins are dead; Asmo is dead; Luke is dead; Mephistole is dead. And the others aren't better. Satan lost the arms; Leviathan is paralyzed from the waist down; Simeon lost an eyes and a hand; Solomon is in a come fighting death. Only the strongest are intact. And me? I'm fine, I'm always fine.

As this moment repeats in all the timelines, Mammon is always screaming. Asking Barbatos to make me come back in times, getting Diavolo's approval, saying goodbye to the one who are still here... and seeing Lucifer holding back Mammon as he try to stop me. But nothing never change.

First I try to inform them of the future war; Then I go more in the past and try to don't make any pacts. Maybe if I'm not so connected to Devildom This damn group won't kill me. But it doesn't change. Any way i try to protect them will end in the same way.

Through, this will be the last time I come back.

"Barbatos, could you send me to the **/**/****?"

"Yes, but why? You weren't even here in this date"

"Just do it."

As I enter in the last portal I'll see, Mammon voice is stabbing my heart

"MC! DON'T GO! DON'T LEAVE ME!"

It would have been better if these weren't the last words I heard. But that is the only option.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ in another time line~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As I'm taking to my friend, I see the neighbours' son, Tim, wave to me. I say goodbye and go in his direction for greet him. It's been a year form when I saw him. He went in another state for an exchange students program.

We sit on the ground in his garden in front of the house. As time go on, all the things he did seemed a sad story. Only when the sun disappeared we come back to our homes. And after the door closed behind me, tears became my companion for all the nights.

The morning after I come back, the silent of my human world home was noisy. I went out and checked mailbox. It was there, the letter who made me meet the best family I could ever asked or the most affectionate friends. That why I asked Barbatos for this date. It was when I received the proposal to be an exchange student. But this time, i didn't open it. Slowly, as if I was killing with my every step my heart, I put the envelope in my neighbor's mail. Lucifer hadn't really looked at my name or other characteristics when he chose me. A sheet that flies by the wind can contain any information.

If I don't meet them, if I don't establish any kind of physical or emotional bond with them, they will remain alive; this thought allowed me to give the letter to someone else, leaving the Devildom forever.

In the stories that have been told to me, even though he omitted the details about demons, Hell, etc., I recognized the events that I have experienced countless times. But I saw no sign of happiness for the brothers. All their problems that I always slowly solved, were still present and he didn't even realize they existed. Belphi was never named, which means he spent the whole year locked up. Satan's Lucifer complex is still there. The remorse for Lilly is a torment for all of them.

But they are alive.

Time keeps ticking, the new me returns to the Devildom again. I don't think the reason was that the pacts with the brothers made him a threat to the 3 worlds. Not that I'm sure he has any pacts, probably only with Mammon. While he's here in the human world, I sometimes see Solomon from the window. Their discussions are brief, perhaps simple service communications. I would like to shout "Teacher"; I would like to have whole books of spells again to have to memorize, I would like to spend the evenings talking about childish things. But I'm here, locked up in the house.

The time goes and the brothers come here. I don't know who is here among them, if the arrival of Diavolo and Barbatos is scheduled. From the window I see them pass and come to greet Tim. My neighbor is reluctant to hug them and they don't even try to get too close. I still remember when I went to them and the endless hugs.

I feel like I'm watching a bad movie where they changed the protagonist at the last minute and he's a novice actor.

But the real pain is when one day I hear a knock on the door. As soon as I open it, I see my image reflected in the sunglasses slightly covered by white hair.

“Oi… ehh. I'm an acquaintance of ya neighbor and he told me to ask ya to lend him some sugar"

Without saying a word, I head to the kitchen to get the sugar. As I watched him speak the image of him covered in blood superimposed on the current one. I give him the package and close the door, falling to the floor.

The air becomes heavy and I can't breathe.I hear Mammon realizing I'm not well and calling Tim. They open the door and find me in the middle of having a panic attack. I am picked up and carried to Tim's house, where I receive first aid. It all has the opposite effect though; they are all around me, or at least, all of them except Belphi. Memories come back and I feel more and more suffocated.

"Oi Tim! What do we need to do? Yall humans are so complicated!"

"I-I don't know. I don't know why they're having a panic attack"

While they talk, I see again all my lifes. The first time I meet them, all the moments of when i made pacts. Or, on the opposite, the timeline where I didn't forge any. A lot of times when I was in front of a mirror, Asmo joked about how a circle could fit on his arm, alluding to his symbol. What hurts the most is the evening before the start of the battle in my first timeline, the original . I remember that they had given me a necklace with "Morningstar" written on it which, in addition to being one of the names by which Lucifer was known, was also, for them, what us is the "surname". It was a physical object that symbolized how they viewed me as part of their family.

With the necklace in mind, I manage to calm down. I thank Tim and the others, trying as fast as possible to get back to my house.

I lean on the sofa in the living room and collapse from the accumulated stress.

Waking up in the middle of the night, I decide to go to bed. A surprise waited for me, as I find a package with a a box with a ticket leaning on the sheets.

Thank you for holding dear Our Memories

With 7 hearts drawn around the writing, the card looks more and more strange.

I open the box. It was dark blue with stars above it, as if it represented a starry sky. The inside was soft, like those jewelry boxes. In fact, inside was a necklace, or more precisely... THE NECKLACE. As if having held it in mind so long ago, had made it materialize in front of me

How is it possible ?

Who ... did it? And 7 heart... Belphi ? This stars box is clearly one of his choices. How is it possible ?

Maybe... maybe they remember? This time Barbatos sand back they too? If that the case, why they didn't told me anything before.

Turning the paper, all my hopes die, but also a sense of comfort start to create.

"Dear MC. We are writing this letter (?) after you have told us about your regression of times. Because we are in a war, it's not like we can ask you anything, so we have decided to say ours thanks in this way. If for any chance we would not be able to give you all this, Barbatos will do it."

In the last regression, they weren't able to give me the necklace, so they choose to prepare thi gift. They always try to do this silly things. And Barbatos... he choose to remember with me our story, why did he choose this momentfor give me the box?

Actually for the last question, I think I know why. Of course he's here, maybe he also have seen me have a panic attack. What the best moment for remember me that they have loved me

But still... now we are stranger... I'm a nobody...

Oh...

I miss them all.

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Is it evident the ORV reference of repeating of timeline ?

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yokakaiju · 8 days

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doro modern(?) au

SPOILER WARNING + LONG POST BELOW CUT

i am so tired while writing this, so apologies if some of it doesnt make sense bleh.. i will happily answer any and all questions to the best of my ability tho!!

okay so ngl... it's really not that different from canon i think? i really don't know much abt my own damn au atm cause i mostly think of it during work and for some reason i literally NEVER write anything down?? idk why???

ALSO TO PREFACE!!! DESPITE HAVING READ DORO IN FULL ABT 4 TIMES NOW AND AM GOING ON A FULL YEAR OF HYPERFIXATION HERE SOON I HAVENT BRUSHED UP ON THE LAST 60-70 CHAPTERS IN A MINUTE SO SORRY IF I MAKE A STUPID MISTAKE!!!

this shit is all 100% subject to change later btw:

• genuinely just abt everything that took place in doro takes place in the past during this au, but not in the same way or with the same characters. ik some stuff 100% wouldnt make sense because of this, BUT BLEHH ILL FIGURE IT OUT LATERR!!! literally jist like.. remove everything involving aikawa and risu and replace it with violent social unrest or smth idk yet...

• ne way, this takes place 100 years after the kaiman holey fight, but in this au it wasnt our kaiman

• the sorcerer and human world have been permanately sealed off from each other since hole fight

• humans at this point dont necessarily believe sorcerers even exist anymore due to this, but the older generations (the few people who live to be like 80-100+) are still somewhat afraid of them and think that some may still be in hole (they are)

• abt hole and this is gonna need a lot of reworking, but like.. idk. basically some humans worship hole as a modern god, taking everything that happrned as absolute truth and churches sprung up around holey, worshiping large statues made of his bones and stuff. the statues do still work as they did in base doro, but they arent as widespread anymore? theyre way more popular with older people and thr newly religous folk, but most people see them as some sort of novelty at this point and they arent widely owned outside of churches and hospitals anymore

• the refuse lake also is back kinda? but its mostly a normal lake now, but the water is still extremely tar like in some parts so its still gated off

• in the socerer world, all information regarding humans and the hole have been banned from being spoken about or learned by the general public. personal doors are also prohibited to be used/learned to be used and anyone who CAN use them that uses them unsanctioned will face capitol punishment or smth. really only the devils and en family know abt hole and shit (theres more people of course, but these are details idk yet)

• n e way, in modern era nikaido and aikawa (sigh we will get to him last...) work together at the hungry bug still

• nikaidos story is literally almost exactly the same. she is still being pseudo hunted by the en family because they got word of a time traveling socerer like howveer long ago and are trying to hunt her down in secret (they dont know its her directly tho)

• kasukabe/haze is still just chillin tho. he is nearly unchanged, still wrote books on socerers (however they were written more historically for a while, then eventually he met haru and they became research/science based) snd took ai as an appretenice, but his work outside of human medicine is thought of as crackpot conspiricy talk or entirely fictional. him and haru are stil married/divorced, haru is also atill a devil and he still has a skin door to the sorcerer world

• ive had some ideas abt shin, mostly that his mom was killed alongside his dad after someone tipped off the militia that there was somehow still sorcerers in the hole. they investigated their home for a bit and caught her using a door, so they raided the home and slaughted his family in front of him. from there shins story doesnt change much at all rn tbh

• the en family is still highly regarded and very opressive in the socerer world. they dont destroy schools anymore because duh no black powder, but they (with some devil influenece as well) heavily regulate what is taught. resistence against the en family, namely trying to learn about doors and hole, are cruely punished to show they arent fucking around, despite them still having acess to the hole and knowing (somewhat) the true events of what lead to them being separated

• i havent put much thought into the fate of the cross eyes in this au yet, but ive had some ideas? they arent the cross eyes (yet) but, they (our commanders + natsuki and risu) were low ranking memebers who are part of a resistance against the en family that attempts to fight their opression/censorship of history and some higher ups (not the commanders rn) are even trying to figure out how to make a door to the hole or smth

• this is abt all i have rn (im also super tired writing this ugh), so sigh... aikawa time i suppose... this part is gonna be long and confusing and 99% of everything ive talked abt so far was stemed from this, so heres a barely tldr tldr becase im probably making a seperate post when im not so tired. okay TLDR: ai was always disallusioned with being a human becauee his grandpa told him about sorcerers and magic and shit, so he fully bought into hazes entire catalouge of books taking thrm as gospel. eventually he meets haze and works under him, getting close enough to see some of his studies on sorcerer corpses. due to the corpses having smoke/black powder and were killed with hatred for their fellow sorcerers (they were killed by the en family), it starts to slowly affect ais young brain and the seed of a new hole have been planted blah blah, anyway he starts having horrific nightmares from the pov of hole from over a century ago and starts hearing shit cause hes already really mentally unwell. pretyu much from here it goes thr same as base doro for rn. he begs haze to help him become a sorcerer, he has all his plans snd shit tk make it work with the "fresh corpses" (either murders or bodies provided by haru) haze has access to, but haze refuses. ai just gets worse as time goes on, but him being a little emo freak he never actually vocalizes it, but as per cannon he decided to just force hazes hand. one night haze and ai were illegally hunting for potential relics of hole or the events surrounding that around the older parts of the refuse lake whrn ai ended up throwing himself into the tar. however instead of throwing himself in the refuse lake cause he needs a corpse he was compelled by hallucinations or smth to throw himself in. haze saves him and ends up doing the surgery om him blah blah literally its not that different from here, ai still "dies" and is buried he was also made of the 9(?) corpses so hes till got all his heads ans shit. when he rises this time tho instead of going to the sorcerer world he goes to haze again immediatly and begs him not to tell anyone. from here on haze hides him ot smth since he looks so different now no ones gonna recognize him or whatevs

this aint a fuckin tldr whoops. anyway uh.. ill make a seperate post abt aikawa/kai/EVERYONE ELSE IN THERE later cause i fell asleep twice writing that

please ask questions if you have any!! i will work on this more as time goes on i imagine and ill try to start actually writing ny ideas down now

#ドロヘドロ #dorohedoro #drhdr #dorohedoro spoilers #drhdr spoilers #au #modern au #kinda?#drhdr au #rambles #vin speaks

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lazysnowtiger · 11 months

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Hey you!

*grabs the Reader*

Look me into the eyes and tell you that you believe the bullshit going around.

You believe that Gojo with just Six Eyes, Infinity Barrier, Limitless [Red, Blue & Purple], Domain Expansion: Infinity Void & few simple techniques went to fight Sukuna, with Cleaver & Dismatle, Pryokinesis, Malevolent Shrine, the mysterious ability 'Open' or something, Ten Shadows and so much more?

Do you think Gojo was called the Strongest Socerer of present just like that?

Do you think he is stupid?

You people must be stupid to believe that Gojo is a overconfident fool, there is a difference between Arrogance & Overconfidence.

You think that the Battle of the two strongest sorcerers of past and present will end in 3-4 chapters?

I am telling you it will go above 10 to 15 chapters atlist.

These two are playing around right now, testing eachother out. They finally have got a worthy opponent, let them take their time to make this battle a memorable event for history people.

If they fight with full power, there is no way the people watching from outside can even see them fighting, they will be lighting fast. Shibuya will fall to ground when they start the real fight.

There are so many Overpowered Abilities the other sorcerers have, but there is a reason these two are the strongest. Their battle IQ is above common people's understanding.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo #ryoman sukuna #sukuna #Disgraced One vs Honored One #Strongest Of Past vs Strongest Of Present #they finally found their worth opponent #and now they are playing around for a bit

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libraryofplotbunnies · 11 months

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ROs Dnd Characters

MC is serving as the DM in this improntue dnd campaign

Royce: He and his siblings would be matching races just for the heck of it. He'll play High Elf who strictly stuck to Fighter and took the Champion subclass. Just a pure fighting machine. He tried to include an oversize sword like Guts as his main weapons but ended up using it as a last resort. They did try the sword with Marianna which led to his character getting knocked out by his own weapon.

Douglas: He's also a High Elf who went into the Wizard class and took up War Magic. He has a complex about not being like his twin so decided to try to be the same thing but more like what Douglas would do. Might take a dip in the Artificer class for some inventing. Got their everything beat by Marianna in their first meeting.

Amanda: Reculantly took the High Elf since she can't resist both Royce's and MC's puppy dog eyes. She took the Bard class for her character but couldn't decide between College of Valor or Glamour. She ended with Glamour to offset her combat centered siblings and it seem like it might be fit. They ended in a brawl with E in their first meeting which led to her brothers' characters getting beat by Marianna.

Marianna: She took the Variant Human for free feat and language. Her feat was poisoner feat sense it's a core part of her character. She took the rogue class for its versality and for the sweet sneak attack. She choose the mastermind subclass since it seem to fit what she wanted to play as. She doesn't care as much about the game but it is fun to uncover mysteries with Ji-Min's character especially if it's a juicy story.

Edward/Edith: They also took the Variant Human to match with the Yorks. They took the Vamprism feat to have an interesting backstory for him and his sister. They ended up as a Gunslinger Fighter since it fit with the aesthetic they were going for in the character. They have taken to invoking the DM's wrath a couple times due to abusing the system.

Juste/Justine: They ended up playing as a Half-Orc who was train under the tutelage of a renown warrior. They took the Way of Mercy as another offset with the Lanshire's own characters. Basically keeping E's and Marianna's character's on the straight and narrow. It's an inside joke that they should've been just been a paladin. Which is fueling a future plot point for the DM.

Lucero: They went the Aasimar race with the ability to grow wings on their back from a subset of abilities. They ended up as a Cleric but it has become a frequent trend that their loyalities or worship changes depending on the situation or what restrictions is holding them back. Currently they're in the Twilight Domain. Traveling with P's character as a duo sent by their church.

Ji-Min: They just went with the halfling since they had more stealth options than the dwarf and just wanted to get the short jokes over with. All in good fun but still a bit of a sore spot for them. They ended as a Inquisitive Rogue since they want to be the lead investigator on the team. They might take a dip into Ranger for some of it's abilites. They've been traveling with the Lanshire's characters.

Doran/Deirdre: It was toss up between the Changeling and Fey for them. They ended up with the Fey but homebrew that takes inspration from their Celtic folklore. Which is making MC's job more fun to say the least. They multiclass into a Fey Wander Ranger and Circle of the Land Druid. It just seems to fit in their mind. They're the last one to join the party.

Paul/Palina: They're a Goliath since they wanted something that was cold and it just seemed like a cool race to play. They had homebrew a socerer class that makes the character an Oracle who can see visions into the future. However the ability is similar to Wild Magic and can end with results straight from That's So Raven. They also multiclass into a Grave Cleric. They travel around with Lucero's character.

#belrose curse- if #ROs #dnd

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moneflower · 1 year

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Fighting God

Has anyone wondered what it would be like to witness jujutsu sorcerers from a non-sorcerer perspective.

Like imagine, clocking out of work to see Gojo or another socerer beating the fuck out of a cursed spirit and the civilian being the tired overworked worker they are thinking, 'buddy, rough day again.'

I mean, name a time when someone would fight air if they're not beyond fruastrated or piss out drunk.

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Here's a scenario for you:

It was another rough day at work today. Not only did Civilian A spill coffee on themselves this morning, but they had to wear the same drenched uniform all the way until their shift ended. It didn't help that it was white of all colors. They stayed and worked overtime as they did everyday, if not for the money, then no one would be willing to stay in the place we call work.

Dawn was approaching, and birds were beginning to go back to their nests. As they singed songs of lullaby luring their young ones to sleep, streets grew emptier until it was just shadows. Adults used to say monsters lurk under beds, in the shadows where light can't reach. Where your eyesight can't see, but what were monsters if they were just fairytales - fables used to scare children into submission.

Street lights guilded the poor civilian, and soon, a whisk of air was heard. Like the sound of flanging sticks in the air at rampant speeds children used to play swords with. It continued, first distant, then increasingly louder as if it was near.

Civilian A looked up from their phone, and unsurprisely, it was the same tall white-haired man they saw week after week wandering late at night. They used to wonder if it was the stress that made his hair turn gray, but upon closer inspection, you can say it was perhaps dyed. Maybe he was a cosplayer dressing as a superhero without a cape, but day after day, they saw him fight air.

If he wasn't drunk, then maybe he lost the lottery. At first, it was understandable excuses such as "I'm taking a run" or "I lost something here." But this late at night? When it was literally almost midnight, something tells them it wasn't just a coincidence.

"Morning!" said the tall man. "Just taking out the trash, you know, like what normal people do." As if he wasn't trying not to sound suspicious, why use the term 'normal,' if he had nothing to hide.

But unknowst to them, Gojo Satoru was fighting a special grade curse - one draining unspecting victims like vampires sucking out their lifespan. He had to appear normal and with normacy meant no infinty. Using fists and kicks took longer than he was expecting. If only he could use his technique: hollow purple.

'Maybe he was a serial killer,' thought Civilian A. 'Disposing of their victims', and that was when they decided to make a run for it. Thankful that they already had their headphones on. They turned up the volume on their phone and pretended they didn't hear him.

After all, no one wanted to know what a suspicious man was doing late in an alley way at night. What if it was a drug deal gone wrong. What if he struggled with his victim he was intending to kidnap. The possibilities are endless when it comes to fists and fights.

#jjk #jjk headcanons #perhaps canon #jujutsu kaisen

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icedmetaltea · 9 months

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Been playing Baldurs gate I see! I'm also obsessed with it currently

What's your party layout? Like which companions do you like to bring, have you changed their classes, etc. Also are you romancing anyone? 👀 wink wonk

(warning for rambling cause I am not normal about this game, I am not normal at all-)

Also warning for spoilers in general kinda

iosjeferijgvierjgv8erjvgoerhg0rehg0rejgre I'm like 30-something hours in and only just now found out I just completed act 1- I THOUGHT ACT 1 WAS OVER AFTER I COMPLETED THE GOBLIN CAMP 😭😭 Which isn't a bad thing cause that just means the game is way longer than I thought, more to enjoy.

I just changed my class from fighter to bard cause I was getting sad always leaving Karlach and Lae'zel out since I didn't need another guy doing heavy hits up front. That plus I was sick of never getting any advantage on persuasion checks. Not sure how I feel about it just yet since I haven't had much experience; I'll def miss my cool armor ; - ;

(fyi I didn't change their classes but adjusted their builds so they'd be more efficient, for instance Asterion basically can't lose at unlocking/disarming a thing cause he has so many advantages now)

Anyways I currently have Gale, Asterion and Shadowheart (was Karlach but brought in Shadowheart since I was curious too see if there'd be any unique dialogue in the Shar temple I'm currently in)

I keep switching out Gale and Wyll, I love them both and am tryna like get an equal amount of both BUT i don't rlly need more than one mage/socerer/whatever at a time ya feel.

The flaming gay va- I mean Asterion is almost entirely just there for unlocking things and disarming traps, man's an absolute twig in a fight 😭 I also like sending him up front to scout out the area in dungeons since I believe he has better perception. Also he was reminding me of someone for so long and I finally remembered what

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Karlach is my tank currently, she deals a majority of the heavy damage and I just love her in general so I like to keep her whenever possible (can sub for Lae'zel but idk I don't like her that much?? At first I did but now she's just getting into fights with everyone willy nilly ya know??)

Shadowheart is strictly there for protection and healing. I HATE THIS BITCH SO MUCH!!! (sorry to all the shadowheart fans out there) Just to me she's so "oh the goddess likes me and not you, guess I'm better than the rest of you uwuwuwu" like bitch shut the fuck up please.

As for romancing, not sure?? I know you can technically be poly in this game so I'm tryna romance as many ppl as possible without locking myself into anything (I just had to brutally reject Wyll by just turning away my face from kiss bc apparently it's smash him or break his heart and no in-between, also I looked it up and he's monogamous so I rlly would lock myself into it and I don't want that, EVEN THO HE'S SO SWEET AND LOYAL AND WHOLESOME AND I WANNA H*G AND H*LD H*NDS WITH HIM, FUCK YOU GAME-)

I'll prolly play the game again in a couple months when there's a mod that lets you simultaneously romance everyone cause my RPG self is a SLUT and wants to form the ultimate polycule in any game I play. Everyone is too loveable not to.

Buuuut in the meantime yea I'm just tryna rizz everybody (aside from Wyll cause game is like ok no kiss?? No romance fuck you little dwarven WHORE) up.

If the dil- I mean Halsin is romanceable, I'm absolutely gonna h*ld h*nds with that man. That beast. That guy with GIANT HUGGABLE PECTORALS MMMMMMM. Also the fire queen goddess suprem- I mean Karlach is I thiiiink going pretty steady?? Haven't had any new dialogue options for a while but I think we're in a kinda flirty zone currently so that's good. God she's so wholesome and wonderful, I love her with my entire being and soul. If anything happens to her I will exterminate all life on this planet and then myself.

As for Lae'zel?? I think she was a very much smash or pass person cause when I turned her down at the party she hasn't had much more to say to me sadge (which is fine cause idk like I said she's just been grating on my nerves) Not sure about the others, it's kinda hard to tell, especially with Gale. Maybe cause I've been rizzing other ppl, and I've heard he's also monogamous, wehhhhh (which is valid but c'mon let a bitch dream of polycules and giant sleepovers with a hundred blankets and everyone forming the ultimate cuddle pile around the tiny dwarf who will never know a cold night again)

#Answer tag #Metaltea Talks #bg3 #Baldur's Gate #bg3 spoilers #Baldur's Gate spoilers #game talk #Metaltea rambles #WHY CANT EVERYONE JUST BE PAN AND POLY #IT'D MAKE MY LIFE SO MUCH EASIER AAAA

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sleepymarmot · 9 months

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BG3 journal: the three goblin bosses

Priestess Gut was a piece of cake. Literally: Astarion dealt the final blow with a bite.

With the addition of the scrying eye, the Mintara fight had become even tougher. I failed several times. Looked up how to kill her without combat (you let her read the grove location in your mind, then destroy the wooden bridge as she walks out of the room). Did it with Astarion. Did it with my Tav for immersion. Then reloaded again and tried the combat again anyway because I didn't like the risk of giving Minthara the info even if I attack her right afterwards, and because I didn't want to miss out on the loot. Miraculously, this was the attempt where the scrying eye didn't summon anyone before I dealt with it, and the fight was finally a success — even though Wyll got thrown into a chasm at the very end.

Then I did the fight to free Halsin, and by the third, biggest goblin boss fight I was fully out of spell slots. But since my last attempt to just teleport to the camp, even without a long rest, broke the entire dungeon, I couldn't risk it. So I went into combat with Shadowheart and Socerer Tav in cantrip only mode, hoping that Astarion and Wyll would carry us. After one half-hearted attempt where I didn't even remember to take out the drum, I decided to throw Dror into a chasm with Repelling Blast, giving up on the loot. It worked well, and I was positioning Wyll to kill someone else with fall damage... And he got thrown in the chasm himself. Astarion also got kicked down from the rafters several times. After the third time or so, I finally realized that the Revivify scrolls work in combat too, and brought Wyll back. I also accidentally hurt Astarion myself: threw a cold cantrip at the enemy he was fighting to slow him down... Then Astarion walked over that spot, slipped on ice, and got the shit beaten out of him by another enemy who was nearby. Well, that fight ended successfully, we looted the treasury and teleported to camp to meet our guardians in our sleep. Hopefully Halsin can find the way out by himself, because now the entire camp is hostile and I am not going back there.

#baldur's gate #blah blah blah

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trillionairewealthbusinessmagnet · 1 year

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THE VICTOR'S SPIRIT(IN CHRIST);

1)THE AGRESIVENESS OF SPIRIT TO DEMAND YOUR RIGHT AS A SON OF GOD AND TAKE DELIVERY OF YOUR INHERITANCE

2)IS THE REFUSAL TO TAKE DEAFEAT OR NO FOR AN ANSWER UNTIL VICTORY IS WON ...

3)THE CAPACITY TO RISE UP TO ANY CHALLENGE OR OCCASION WITH FEARLESS COURAGE, BODACITY

4) THE DECISION TO LIVE ON THE OFFENSIVE, ON THE EDGE, INSTEAD OF LIVING ON THE DEFENSIVE IN LIFE

5) THE QUALITY OF WEARINLESSNESS AND TIRELESSNESS IN THE CONFLICTS OF LIFE/ THAT BULLDOG AGILITY

IT IS THE DEVIL THAT WILL COLLAPS THE EVIL PEOPLE/ WITCHES/ SOCERERS/ WICKED MEN AND WOMEN OF OUR GENERATION THAT WILL BE TIRED OF THE FIGHT NOT US VICTORS IN CHRIST JESUS

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tehriel · 4 years

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Revenge on @girlcreator's Jin

"I too have a big stick, bring it on, fire-nation!"

This was my ninth attack in this year’s art fight~~ and second in this revenge chain c: Features my dnd girl Alish taking on her pathfinder girl Jin You can find Jin's parent here:

https://girlcreator.tumblr.com/

#art fight #art fight 2020 #art fight team spice #revenge #dnd #air genasi #air bender #fire bender #socerer #big sticks

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batfamstan4life · 5 years

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Slytherin

Ok being in Slytherin does not mean being all mean and edgy it just means wanting something and working to it. Like what is my ambition is to open a bakery?! or look super cute today? or help all the worlds puppies!? I mean sure you can also be cunning and sometimes manipulative but what if I am just manipulating people to help me wash puppies?!

#slytherin #harry potter #jk rowling #hermoine granger #ron weasley #draco malfoy #socerers stone #deathlyhallows #slytherins are good too #what was that in deathly hallows about all slytherins not being allowed to fight?!

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Proving A Point

Pairing: Toji x reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Degradation, Murder, Violence, Gore, Borderline Necro??? But not really??? Listen...there is a dead body and things are done in very very close proximity to that dead body so take that as you will.

Summary: You make the mistake of accusing Toji of being jealous of sorcerers and he proves that he has nothing to be envious of.

Steady...Steady…

You wince as your stomach grumbles in complaint, hunger eating away at your patience and concentration. But you steel your nerves, stubbornly shaking your head and willing away the pangs in your abdomen as you focus on your surroundings, eyeing the cameras and employees, waiting for the right moment…

Skittish eyes. Rustling. Quick movements.

You tamper the pep in your step, hiding the glee in your face as you casually stroll outside of the sliding doors, leaving the grocery store and its shoppers in your wake, baggy sweatshirt much less roomy as you walk away. Your fingers itch to immediately grab the banana tucked inside your bra, but you know better.

Patience is a virtue. Out of sight, out of mind. And you wait, fighting every urge to run far away and dig into your stolen loot, sighing in giddy relief when you finally turn the corner, blocks away from the scene of the crime.

It’s almost animalistic how you practically rip off your hoodie, letting your precious cargo of fruits, bread, and chips fall to the ground. You plop on the ground, hand wrapping around the banana still tucked in the fabric around your chest, but you freeze at the sound of amused chuckling.

Your fight and flight instincts war inside of you, teeth baring, body back on its feet as you gauge your intruder. But your heart drops in your stomach when you take in the large muscular figure, the feral scarred grin leering at you from down the alley.

Years alone and left to fend for yourself have made your survival instincts strong and you know just from a brief glance that you don’t stand a chance against the man slowly meandering towards you. You’re no stranger to using your body for protection, money, just another night under a warm roof and you can only surmise that’s what he wants, that he’s just another predator in search of hapless prey. So you brace yourself, willing your body to relax as it trembles, letting it go limp as he draws near.

But you open your eyes in shock, looking warily on as he plucks the banana still nestled in your bra and peels it open, holding the opened end to your lips.

“Don’t let me interrupt your meal.”

You gape, eyes flickering between the yellow fruit and the amused face of the man in front of you. Back and forth, back and forth.

“If you’re not going to eat it, maybe I’ll have it. I’m getting kind of hungry anyway-”

“What is this? Some kind of weird foreplay?!”

Hunger makes your tongue sharper than you intend as you angrily chomp on the soft fruit before he can pull it away from you, your hands ripping the rest of the banana from his grasp as you quickly shove the rest in your mouth, uncaring of how ridiculous you look. So what if you look like an oversized furious chipmunk, cheeks bulging as you rapidly chew, scowl set in place? You’d be damned if you let someone else take your hard-earned food, even if he does look capable of choking you with his bare hands, and your eyes linger a little too long on the ways his shoulders and biceps bulge in his tight black shirt.

But his next words have you snapping back to attention, nervousness curling inside of you.

“I saw your little stunt back there. Not bad. How long have you been stealing to provide for yourself?”

You immediately deny his words, feigning ignorance, beads of cold sweat trailing down the side of your face the longer he just impassively stares at you as you continue stuttering.

Had you misjudged him? Was he some kind of undercover cop?

“What if I told you I could keep you off the streets, find jobs that would pay enough money to put a roof over your head, keep your stomach full?”

Your head snaps up, hope fluttering inside of you, your voice coming out more desperate and shaky than you wish.

“You won’t turn me in?”

The man snorts, bending down to pick up the rest of your meager belongings and food, not even looking back to see if you’re following as he begins to walk away, arms laden with your possessions, silently commanding you to follow him. And like a duckling imprinting on its parent, you instinctively trail after him without a single question about where you’re going, what jobs he’s talking about, or who he is. But as you exit the narrow alleyway and get ready to merge with the bustling street, he pauses, turning around to gaze at you as he answers one of those questions.

“I’m Toji. No last name. Just Toji.”

Neither of you dwell too much on what exactly brought the two of you together, what had Toji curiously watching as you skillfully and efficiently stole your next few meals and deciding to tuck you under his wing, what had you eagerly following after the man like a lost puppy. The harsh conditions and day-to-day survival of your lives don’t give either of you the luxury of wallowing in loneliness or the warmth that builds in your chests the more time you spend together.

But on nights after a successful job, bellies full of food and alcohol, bodies lazing on a cushy hotel bed where you splurge and rest for the night, neither of you fight the way your limbs naturally entangle, the way your lips meet in the dark, the way it feels so damn right to be together.

You learn about sorcerers and curses, shuddering when you become aware of an entire world that surrounds you. Toji laughs when he gifts you a pair of glasses that helps you see the evil around you and you scream, jumping in his readily outstretched arms, clinging onto him in fright.

Toji learns that aggressive shows of confrontation and brute force aren’t always the best answer (even if they are the most fun option) and he follows your lead, letting you quietly sneak around, swift hands dexterously picking locks, easily plucking and pocketing stolen goods. It’s your turn to laugh when he pouts at not being able to use his blade, strong arms crossed in front of his chest as he impatiently waits for you to finish your task.

But despite the months you spend together, you never get used to the crimson stains he returns with, eyes always averted and looking anywhere else when he deals a final blow. He knows if you had a choice, you’d always opt out of joining him on these specific types of requests. He knows it’s selfish to force you along, to make excuses as to why he needs you by his side as his sword guts yet another sorcerer. He knows he should feel some shame for the way you dry heave and vomit the contents of your guts at the sight of the countless corpses he forces you to look upon.

Yet all he feels is annoyance laced with guilt and fury at the pity in your eyes, the softness in your gaze as you watch him slay another individual who just happened to be born with cursed energy, the gentleness with which you handle the fallen bodies. Maybe that’s why he keeps on dragging you with him assassination after assassination, gloating about his new moniker “Socerer Killer” in front of you despite your clear discomfort towards the title.

But maybe the unspoken punishment is too soft for you, too subtle. And Toji scowls when you begin to question him and his motives, angrily growling right back at you when you raise your voice as you argue with him about his drive to kill every sorcerer he crosses paths with.

You plead and beg for him to reconsider. Sorcerers are humans after all, just with special abilities.

Toji wonders if you’d still think that if you met anyone else from the Zenin clan and both of you back down, your arms wrapping around him in an attempt to soothe and comfort as you see his mind and eyes glaze over in painful reminiscing.

It’s during one of these sessions that you utter the lines that end up being your downfall.

“Toji, do you think that maybe all your hate towards sorcerers is just jealousy? Are you jealous that you weren’t born with cursed energy like they were? Because if that’s what it is, there’s nothing to be jealous about-”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

Harsh language and cursing are all things you’ve come to expect from Toji. But what has you paralyzed with fear and a desperate need to make things right is the pure animosity and seething rage in his voice.

You whimper as a large hand reaches to grip your face, squishing your cheeks painfully, forcing you to lock eyes with fierce emerald orbs.

“I’m not jealous.”

He abruptly lets go of you with that sentence, turning his back on you, slamming the door in his wake. And you know you should be grateful that this is the extent of his lashing out. Yet somehow your heart aches more in his absence and you almost long for more of his heated words, even a spiteful strike as the days drag on without his presence.

It’s embarrassing how much you miss him, how accustomed you’ve grown to him being around. But you can’t help the way you scramble and flail in your rush to greet him as he finally enters your bedroom almost an entire week later. And he snorts when he easily catches you as you stumble and topple into his arms, tightly flinging your arms around him and holding him in silence, nuzzling and inhaling his scent as you bury your head in his chest.

You don’t miss the way a large hand gently rests on your head, the way he lets himself bask in your embrace. But all is not forgiven or forgotten and you warily listen as he barks at you to get ready, telling you he has another job for the both of you, grimacing when a razor sharp grin cuts across his face when he tells you it’ll be a messy one.

If there’s one positive attribute about Toji, it’s that he’s a man of his word. Your stomach churns, nausea swirling inside of you as he uses his bare fists to seemingly break every bone in the target’s body, unnecessarily cruel as he drags out the sorcerer’s death. The victim’s agonized screams fill the air and you clamp your hands over your ears, wishing you were anywhere but here, hesitantly stepping towards the exit, but stopping at Toji’s curt command for you to stay put.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh finally stops and you let out a shaky breath, tentatively lowering your arms as you turn back to face Toji, waiting for his exit plan. But your eyes widen when you see the sorcerer’s chest still rising and falling, still hanging to life by a fraying thread. And realization weighs down on your shoulders like a ton of bricks when Toji beckons you over, pulling your reluctant body until your back is pressed against his chest.

He places the hilt of his sword in your hands before gripping your hips, holding you still as his thumbs languidly rub lazy circles through the fabric of your pants. Hooking his chin over your shoulder, he watches the tremble of your arms as you vigorously shake your head side to side, eyes dizzyingly flitting between the half-dead sorcerer laying at your feet and the sharp point of the weapon your holding.

“Toji, I don’t- I can’t-”

“Kill him or be punished. Pick your poison.”

You know there’ll be hell to pay if you don’t follow through and every ounce of self-preservation screams at you to put your own well-being above the pitiful stranger on the ground. But when you lock eyes and see the fear and pain, see him as just another human like yourself, you know you’ll never be able to forgive yourself if you deal the final blow, know that his death will haunt you, curse you, for the rest of your life.

You’re terrified as you begin to loosen your grip, getting ready to let the object clatter to the ground, knowing full well Toji will be livid. But before you can fully release the sword, strong hands wraps around yours, forcing you to hold the blade once more, and you scream as Toji guides your hands, forcing you to cut through flesh, muscle, skin, and bone, the body parting like butter beneath the overwhelming force. Hot crimson splatters decorate the both of you and all you smell and taste is metallic copper.

All you’re cognizant of is the dimming light in the sorcerer’s eyes, the way your hands are still holding onto the weapon buried in your victim’s guts.

Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.

You don’t know anything except the need to flee, to separate yourself as far from the crime scene as possible. And your legs jerk back to life, only to give out on you as you’re forced to the ground, body unable to do much against Toji’s brute strength as he forces you on all fours on top of the still warm corpse, your limbs encasing the figure, eyes unable to look anywhere but straight down on those vacant eyes.

“Take a close look, sweetheart. Still think I’m jealous of a pathetic meat sack like that? Still think I care about having cursed energy? His special little powers didn’t help him much, did they?”

Toji’s laughter rings in your ears as your shaky arms struggle to hold your bodyweight up, trying to create as much distance between your torso and the hardening corpse beneath you, your eyes clenching shut, trying to block out the gruesome scene. You’re so focused on your predicament that you barely register calloused hands pulling down your pants and underwear, leaving your most intimate parts on display.

But Toji’s never been a fan of being ignored, especially by you, and you wail as he suddenly shoves his cock inside of your dry and unprepared hole, the pain and force of his thrust throwing you off balance and fat tears stream down your face as your body falls on the lifeless form beneath you.

Fear, pain, and disgust coil and slither inside of you as you futilely flail and try to lift yourself off the body beneath you, loud sobs escaping past your lips as your face is squished against a much colder visage, your tears and saliva mixing with the congealed blood on the sorcerer’s face. But every time you try to push yourself up, Toji rams into you from behind, and you instinctively tip forward, trying to escape, trying to pull away from him, only to further trap yourself against the corpse.

“God, you’re such a fucking crybaby. He’s dead, get over it. Look. There’s nothing to be so upset about.”

A new wave of salty tears trail down your face as Toji uses one hand to pin you down, forcing your lips to connect with colder, stiffer ones in a mockery of a kiss. He pauses his relentless thrusts to boisterously laugh as you fight against his hold in renewed vigor, fueled by your disbelief and terror.

“Alright, I guess that’s enough punishment for you. Don’t want you to die from shock. Let me make it all better.”

If you thought the ocean of negativity you had been drowning in before was bad, this is worse. So much worse. And a disgust so thick, so potent, so irreversible washes over you, seeping into every part of you, as pleasure begins to flicker and grow deep inside of you. Toji knows every inch of your body inside and out, and it’s pathetic how quickly your pleas for him to stop become lewd moans and wanton sounds as his fingers rub and play with hardening nipples and clit, as he angles his cock at just the perfect degree that has you seeing stars, as his teeth possessively bite down in the junction of your neck.

You don’t want to feel good, not like this, not here, not sprawled on top of a man you had just killed in cold blood. But it’s hard to think of anything else other than the arousal and lust fogging over your morality, over your humanity as Toji turns you into a well-trained mindless slut desperate for him, for pleasure. And he smiles victoriously as you stop resisting, letting your body mold against the corpse beneath you, uncaring of how absolutely sinful and depraved you look as you moan and drool like a bitch in heat, writhing shamelessly against the body underneath you.

He knows the image is going to be seared into his mind for life, fap material for years to come, and his hips stutter, his tempo fluctuating as his balls tighten, his thrusts becoming even more feral and desperate as he chases his end. And when you cum first, convulsing and milking him of all his seed, pushed over the edge by the brutality of his pace, he spills thick white spurts deep inside of you, grunting in satisfaction as he slams balls deep into you one last time.

It’s amusing how you’ve seemingly had a complete change of heart, looking almost at home and at peace as you continue laying on the motionless sorcerer, body twitching and eyes rolled back in your head as you laze in post-coital bliss. His softening and spent cock twitches in interest again as a sticky trail begins to trickle out your used cunt, mixing with the blood of the broken body beneath you. And it takes all his willpower to refrain from having you, tasting you all over again.

You’re still on the clock after all and there’s payment to be collected.

But as he coldly barks at you to get up and tidy yourself up as best as you can, smug satisfaction swells inside of him as he watches you exhaustedly pull your panties and pants back up above your ass, a dazed pleasured look on your face as you quickly make your way to him, tucking yourself closely to his side and leaning into his body heat.

You always were a clingy and needy thing after an orgasm. But he can’t bring himself to mind, sneering as he tosses one last backwards glance at the dead sorcerer you’re leaving behind before finally settling into a self-satisfied smile as he pulls you in closer.

Cursed energy and all...no sorcerer could ever make you feel as good as him.

#yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere toji #toji x reader #toji smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #tw: yandere #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon

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“I can’t sleep no more... in my head we belong.”

A playlist for former emo, former salaryman, daddiest current Grade One Socerer Nanami Kento. Ideally enjoyed while cooking dinner as the raindrops trace their patterns upon the glass of your semi-fogged window, his arm wrapped about your waist and his chin resting upon your shoulder as you unwind at the end of the working day.

Playlist here (x)

𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖜

Oh boy I have not updated this side blog in a long-ass time, but for this playlist more than the others, I wanted to talk through the songs chosen for this one because they’re a lot more curated than my other playlists and are very entwined with specific headcanons I had so rip this headcanon dump.

(also I did not think in the year of our lord 2021 and 10 years of being on this hell site id finally cave and actually publish the anime shit i write instead of leaving them to die in my folders)

I made this playlist with the headcanon that Nanami grew up as a cassette teen and migrated over to vinyls as a salaryman and invested in a technics direct drive turntable to match his technics amplifier this shit is expensive holy fuck as a way to unwind while reading, drinking, and cooking.

Quite a few of the songs here are songs I own/have listened to on vinyl and lemme tell you the vibes are PRISTINE and 100% songs he’d play while cooking for u on a chill, domestic dinner-date.

also since being bullied into watching jjk i cant listen to streets without thinking about nanami like the man has ideal husband printed all over his novelty patterned tie

(but specifically this remix bc he really do be classic gentleman in the streets and unhinged in the sheets) (but also maybe listened to some paul anka with his danish granddad as a kid and some 60s music hence dusty springfield and astrud giberto)

i also think his mother got him to listen to abba bc she liked that as a kid and abba popped off with their tour of japan in the 70s also voulez vous is best album but this is a whole other fanfic shh

smooth operator is kinda there as a meme but its also a VIBE bc he really do move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy city lights and business nights when you require streetcar desires and higher heights

2006 Nanami is also the most emo-looking piece of shit I have ever beheld and having been alive in 2006 it triggered my flight or fight instincts. Granted I was in primary school but my cousins were all that age and as soon as I saw that.... boi..... I could smell hair being fried by a ghd straightener so they could sit in those bangs. Either way he definitely vibed the he was a punk (aesthetically) part of sk8er boi and so some rock bands made their way into the list.

The rock songs (loosely rock? idk spotify always tells me they are) for this playlist were definitely more ballad and romantic to match the rest of the playlist both in melody and lyrics

I highly recommend looking up the English translation for the lyrics to Coraline which I think goes well with his sense of morality and his character

The first and last songs are the theme songs Gege chose out for him and were listed in a volume of the manga. I hadn’t listened to either of them until I put together this playlist (and honestly felt validated for the vibes i chose out).

Saboten Record, Us and Them, Sign of the Times, and Time in a Bottle (and a couple of others via some lyrics) are there bc of time being a recurring theme with Nanami BUT ALSO I LIVE IN DENIAL OF THE SH*BUYA ARC IT NEVER HAPPENED EVERYONES FINE

I also have a nanami x reader fic coming up!!!! it’s multichapter bc i hate myself and want to commit to the full plot potential!!! V domestic and in denial about said sh*buya arc and honestly veering into crack fic territory but honestly I think it’s time I returned to my roots by writing a crack fic masquerading as something serious. There will be cooking and Gojo derailment of any and all plot.

But feel free to scream at me about this man bc i am in the very pits of nanami brainrot rip

#Nanami Kento #Nanami Kento playlist #Nanami x reader #jjk playlist #Nanami Kento x Reader #jujutsu kaisen playlist #Nanami headcanons #Nanami Kento headcanons #jjk headcanon #jujutsu kaisen headcanon #my mixtapes

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