45 year old he/they spotted last night in a grey pencil skirt, ripping bottle caps off with their teeth, squishing bugs to use as hair gel, and repeatedly screaming WAAAARRR
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This is so meta but I can’t help but feel like the main story of Jujutsu Kaisen was Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko’s story. Think about the set-up.
You have Shoko, who has the most important cursed technique in the universe. She can bring people back from the brink of death. Her whole purpose is to heal and support other sorcerers.
You have the anomaly that is Suguru, a Curse Manipulator (one of the most powerful techniques to have) that comes from a non-sorcerer family. He was just born out of the blue with a special-grade technique?! That’s crazy.
And then you have Satoru, who was born with Limitless and the Six Eyes, a feat so rare that he shifted the entire balance of the universe.
I truly believe that they were supposed to complete that Star Plasma mission successfully—you’re telling me the Six Eyes and a Curse Manipulator wasn’t enough to protect the vessel? That’s crazy.
If you think about it, the person who shifted the balance wasn’t Satoru. It was Toji.
He couldn’t use Jujutsu and yet had a Heavenly Restriction so powerful that he was able to easily overpower the two strongest sorcerers of the modern era, resulting in literally every calamity that follows that event.
That whole thing just makes it feel like the events of JJK 0 and the main story following Yuuji are some sort of dark timeline in which the worst-case scenario plays out because of Toji successfully ruining the Star Plasma mission.
That’s why I’m afraid of the ending to this story. To me, it seems like Gege is telling the story of what happens when it all goes wrong.
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One day in high school, Eddie thinks Steve is glaring at him across the hallway but in reality Steve really needs glasses and he thinks Eddie is Nancy and he's just trying to figure out why she's flipping him off and walking away. Steve starts wearing his glasses to school after he accidentally came up behind Eddie and wrapped his arms around his waist and was immediately met with an elbow in the ribs. Eddie had sat in the bathroom in shock afterwards for the entire day because fuck he liked the way Steve held him.
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bone-stealing witch drama? old news
artist who makes zombie baby doll repaints buying human body parts from a doctor who worked at Harvard's cadaver lab, and who sometimes let her come in and examine the donated-to-science bodies to pick the bits she wanted? fresh, new, even more fucking bizarre and horrifying
EDIT: THE DOLLS ARE UNRELATED TO THE HUMAN BODY PARTS
ONLY ONE DOLL WAS EVER SOLD WITH A HUMAN BODY PART (A SKULL) THAT I HAVE HEARD OF
INTERESTING THAT PEOPLE'S MINDS IMMEDIATELY GO THERE, BUT I NEVER SAID THAT AND NONE OF THE ARTICLES INDICATE IT
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i've realized it has been a HOT minute since i've contributed anything to tumblr, so i come bearing gifts! well, a gift. in the form of the intro to an omegaverse steddie fic i have absolutely talked ab on here once upon a time but am too lazy to search for the original post. ANYWAY, enjoy whatever the hell this is
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Eddie and Steve were not a thing. They absolutely, 100%, were not dating.
They drank, smoked, watched movies, fucked, spent the night. Eddie had gotten Steve through three heats. They spent all of their time together. Eddie had shirts that smelled like him in Steve’s nest. They were not dating.
So when Corroded Coffin was offered a deal and a fresh start in Chicago, it didn't matter that Eddie was taking it. It didn't. It absolutely, 100%, did not matter to Steve. When Eddie completely skipped town with barely a goodbye, it didn't matter. It didn't matter that the band packed up his van and left. They were not dating. It didn't matter. Eddie had made his decision, and Steve respected that. They had only been fooling around. Sure, it was exclusive. They didn't fuck around with anyone else, and they spent so much time together they might as well have been dating, but they weren't. It wasn't a thing. It didn't matter.
Until it did.
Until Steve was sitting cross-legged on his bedroom floor with a test in front of him. A positive test.
edit:: lol i found it it's this one
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Going as long as possible with only Astarion, Day 1
(Durge) Woke up on the beach. Shadowheart is not there. Wander in a confused, vaguely bloodthirsty haze for a few hours. Almost get shit rocked by a pair of intellect devourers.
> Find a lute in a barrel. Reconsider this whole "sorcerer" thing.
> Critically fail at picking open those dusty ancient doors in the cliffside. Break thieves' tools. Give up. Kick sand.
> Sneak past intellect devourers (don't you feel good about yourself?)
> Encounter an ... elf. You think. He asks you to kill one of those brain things like you killed the others. You did not kill the others. This guy is a chump. "Easily," you say, "Stand back."
> Fail perception check
> Turns out the elf is as bad at living as you are. you give him a nosebleed. turns out he has brainworms too.
> For some reason you decide to stick together and look for a healer
> Discover pinned mind flayer. Smash its brains in. Make camp for the night
> Oh no it's just you and this stranger who pulled a knife on you
> The stranger who pulled a knife on you offers to take first watch
> Because you are an idiot, you agree
> Have lovely dreams about pulling out intestines and hanging them up around the camp like party streamers
> oh you're a little bit fucked up aren't you
> in the morning the stranger mentions that you don't seem to have slept well, and were shaking and convulsing all night
> "thanks for taking the watch," you say, deflecting
> "My pleasure. I thought you might be afraid I was a murderer."
> "Not at all," you say. "What are the chances of two murderers in one camp?"
> ha, he says
> ha ha, you say
> strained smiles
> neither of you are sleeping ever again
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