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Tohru Honda is a badass with a heart of gold who restrains herself bc she feels guilty about letting go of her mom and moving on. She is not and has never been

1. Weak

2. A push over

Thank u and have a good day.

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can please all those writing tip books and posts stop telling me how i should be a writer that can be compared to the god of poetry apollo himself and actually help me and give me tips? thank u.

#poetry #my writing #fiction #writing

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Found this chat for you on Tumblr ✨

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ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ. ᴍᴇʀʀʏ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ @kiroz! - ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ꜱᴀɴᴛᴀ

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☆ Hanakumamii’s Character challenge ☆

Day 6: A character from the last anime watched ↳ Gojo Satoru - Jujutsu Kaisen

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happy new year, my love! | gojo satoru x fem! shaman-reader.

|   hello there, welcome to my first ever one-shot. i just recently started watching jujutsu kaisen and i totally fell in love with satoru, it’s one of the reasons on why i decided to make a tumblr lmao. i guess i’m just a big simp for guys and girls with tones of humour though, hehe.

this shot contains:  indepedent portrayal of canon characters. extreme randomness brought to you by nobara and yuji. megumi being a sheepish boy. nationally mediterranean! reader.

Maybe it was because she was growing twitchy with . . . the peace that’s been going on recently. No Jujutsu Sorcerer was fond of standing by and doing nothing when something should be happening. Something always happens in their line of work, be it a curse of b-rank or above. More and more special cases started appearing now with the research of Sukuna’s finger being, somehow, a worldwide knowledge to all the shaman in Japan.

Somehow, the news of someone eating Sukuna’s finger reached the ears of a certain skillful shaman. L/N Y/N was one of the Elite of the Elite, a person who took their job seriously and was certainly looked up to as the good --- best --- example of a sorcerer. She doesn’t have the powess as the likes of Gojo Satoru, but her tactical mind made her a very deadly opponent to go against.

Which is why when she heard that the son of her big sister figure, who’s now long dead unfortunately, was the one to eat Sukuna’s finger, she took the first flight from [southern european place] and to Japan, her will never faltering despite the anxious feeling growing inside her as the minutes passed by.

Suddenly, she didn’t feel so twitchy anymore.

Glaring at the white haired, eye-folded lanky man in front of her, she did the first thing that came to her mind at the sight of him.

She punched him straight in the face.

When the infinity was down.

Crack!

“Fucking asshole of a motherfucking son of a cunty bi-”

“-Happy new year for you too, my love!” Gojo Satoru clutched his, definetely now, broken nose, a shit eating grin breaking out on his lips at the sight of his fuming --- corection: livid --- girlfriend.

“You spent the last month ignoring me, never answering my calls, always leaving me on read, making me feel like shit thinking that we’re breaking up, and the only thing you do is to fucking wish me happy new year, you bastard?!”

“Aww, did y/n-chan missed little ol’ me?” He pouted, which turned immediately into a grimace. The woman could sure pack a punch.

“The only thing I missed was your growing incapability of communicating! What a sudden development.”

Yuji and Nobara, who were standing a few feet away along with Megumi, sweatdropped and backed away from the raging woman. Though inwardly, Nobara looked disapointedly at her sensei, sighing heavily.

“I didn’t pass Gojo-sensei for that kind of guy,” Yuji cupped his chin, observing the accentric couple. “. . . Nevermind, he is careless anyways.”

“That punch didn’t look like your average one.” Nobara yawned, placing her hand on her hip before turning to her black-haired teammate. “You know her?”

He definetely did. “No,” He lied. “Never seen her before... I don’t associate around these kind of-”

“-Megumi! Tell me right this instant where the hell was Satoru this past month of ‘special business’, like myself is not one of the best shaman the world has been blessed with or something, because I swear to God I will break both of your spines!”

Yuji and Nobara shot the Fushiguro boy a deadpan glance, both of them raising a eyebrow. ‘Really?’ their unimpressive stares told him.

The noirette looked away from the with a sweatdrop, looking at the sky like it was the most interesting thing he has ever seen.

At the end, Gojo didn’t take his new years kiss.

And he was single.

His three students never stopped sniggering everytime they glanced at his red hand imprinted cheek.

Serves the bastard right.

|   OKAY FIRST OF ALL, this wasn’t the real one-shot! The year is changing in 3 hours and i thought that maybe a little classic anime humour could do for a first shot since i don’t have time to write it.

the next shot will be more fluffy and . . . smutty. ;) i promise you.

#gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #fushiguro megumi #nobara kugisaki #gojo satoru #one shot #jujutsu kaisen one shot #anime style #humor #no beta we die like men

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why can’t fictional guys be real ;-;

Piety

Summary: Gojo has sinned, and he will repent at the altar of his beloved

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

TW: swearing, implied sexual content, idolatry

Link to A03 here

A/N: First time writing for everyone’s favourite sensei, hope I did him justice. This man can step on me. Enjoy, sweet potatoes!

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“You’re late.”

He laughs softly from the doorway. “I told you I would be.”

“I know,” you say, your eyes focused on the rising moon out the window. “But you’ve always said I was the exception.”

“You are,” you can hear walk over to the closet; next, the rustling of clothes as he sheds his uniform. “But Yuuji-kun is doing so well I got overexcited and just had to stay a bit longer. When I was finished with him, I was planning on rushing straight home to you, but then I ran into my other darling first years. They wanted me to watch them fight. Their training for the exchange is coming along nicely too.”

“Hmmmmm,” you hum, rocking on your heels, “good reasons to be late, I suppose.”

You can’t help but let a little irritation creep into your voice. You’re not angry with him, not truly, but you can’t help be a little annoyed. Your lives were so busy it was often hard to find time to actually act like a couple. The two of you had set aside tonight to finally go out together, a real date. You’d made reservations at a fancy restaurant and even got dressed up for once. Not that you didn’t love your late night routine of takeout, Netflix and sex, but it was nice every once and a while to get out.

To pretend everything was normal. To pretend you were normal.

So when he texted you that he was sorry but things came up, could you please cancel the reservation-you couldn’t help but feel….cast aside.

You loved Gojo’s dedication to his students and his passion for his cause. You were proud of his strength, his powers. But sometimes it felt like you were a planet orbiting around his brilliant sun, competing with all the others for his warmth and light. He was the best, and was always needed by someone somewhere. You knew it was what you were in for when you put your heart in his hands, but it was still sometimes a bitter pill to swallow.

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Things can become better, one cold winter night.

May the new spring come as a pleasant surprise.

No longer in the darkness do I submit.

Thank you, light, sun, Goddess of Purpose, for guiding me to acknowledge the one ones who have to believe in I, should be myself.

- Anthia K.

#poetry #loveyourself #i love you #flowers