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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

2015 - Here are some gifs of Donald Trump being attacked by a bald eagle named Uncle Sam, literally the least patriotic thing that can happen to an American. [video]

Been Playing Wuthering Waves and having a good time doing it. My luck is superb right now. I have so many characters I initially wanted and I couldnt be happier, shout out to the creators of this game! Your doing great and I am loving the game so far despite its faults, its a new game so I dont really care.

My 5 Stars : Jixien, Lingyang, Jiyan

My 4 Stars : Yangyang, Chixia, Baizhi, Aalto, Sanhua and Danjin

I obtained Jiaxin on my Novice Convene.

Proceeded to then get Lingyang in 22 singular pulls on Jiyan's banner.

After I made a 10 pull and got Jiyan on 33 pulls on his banner.

Chixia is currently Resonance level 2.

Yangyang is currently Resonance level 2.

Aalto is currently Resonance level 1.

I got Sanhua on my Novice Convene, so she's going to be Resonate level 1 soon.

I also pulled my dear sweet girl, Danjin.

Baizhi my darling, is currently a main on my team who I dont plan to remove, EVER! I love her and her symbotic companion, You'tan.

AND, now I find out were getting a 5 star voucher at somepoint after I just chose Encore as my Beginners Choice Convene! So I can get Calcharo too! JEEZUS! We are getting spoiled and Im for it. I can save for Yinlin's banner!

HSR EXPRESSION TEST

[DO NOT REPOST W/OUT PERMISSION]

I haven’t answered asks or done headcannons in a while 😭 so take this as compensation

the fam has a contingency plan for samson when he’s livid because he can get fucking heated:

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 - 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

2 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 - 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥.

pixie says: it’s here. this took so long because i was determined to get it just right, since this will be the final ‘pixie’s canon’ chapter of family formations (there will be more extra chapters and side stories, don’t worry! our fav family aren’t going anywhere yet). as always, mdni. request open.

“Akio, baby! Come put your shoes on!” You call into the playroom where your almost 3-year-old son sits playing with his toys. He toddles out toward you, bright smile showing off his tiny pearly teeth and bright blue eyes gleaming with excitement. He sits on the floor and pulls his white and blue sneakers onto his feet (the wrong feet, but you’ll fix it for him). You try to comb the mess of his wild, snowy white hair into a bun but eventually resign yourself to the fact that taming it is impossible.

“Mama, we go party now?” He asks.

“Yeah, baby. We’re going to see Yuuta for his birthday! Are you excited?” You say, slipping on your own sneakers (they match your sons).

“So so excited! Will there be cake, mama?”

“Of course, there will, sweet boy! Okay, you ready? Yuuta’s present is in the car, let’s go.” You take his hand and load him and the bundle in your arms into your Land Rover. Your beautiful baby pink Cadillac sat in the garage, retired - it became a special occasion car after you realised the back seat couldn’t handle a car seat - an issue you never had with -

A thought you’d rather not go through with.

“Mama, Uncle soso be at party?” Akio asks from the back seat.

Of course - his focus is his beloved uncle soso. Not that you blame him.

“He will, baby. He’s expecting lots of cuddles.”

He squirms and squeals with excitement. Clingy, affectionate - just like his dad.

His father.

God, you miss him.

After a while of singing along to the music in the car, you pull up to the school. You spin yourself out of the driver’s seat and retrieve your son, the bundle, and the wrapped box from the back seat. He immediately runs off in the direction of the dorm common room kitchen without a second thought for his poor mother.

It’s okay though.

He’s safe.

He rounds a corner, and you see a pair of arms clad in black scoop him off the ground as he squeals and thrashes around, attempting to escape the iron hold of his captor’s arms.

“Lemme go! Lemme down!” He shrieks and giggles as raspberries are blown into his little belly.

“Never. You have been captured and the only way to be freed is if you tell me who your favourite person is.” The captor demands of the three-year-old.

“You! You, my favourite! Lemme down!” Akio giggles, now being held by the ankle's upside down.

“Well, you paid your ransom. Off you go - I gotta find my next target.” He sets the boy down and he immediately runs off, screaming for his uncle soso.

Then - the culprit sets his sights on you.

“Well, what do we have here? Hey there, pretty lady.” The man says.

“Hey handsome, come here often?” Your reply, batting your eyelashes.

“Oh, between 9am and 3pm on weekdays. You?” He smirks, flashing you a dazzling smile.

“Me too, but I have a few months off at the moment.” You wink.

“Explains why this place seems so dull without an angel like you to brighten it up.” He kisses the back of your hand.

“Well - I have more important things to be doing right now, I’m afraid pretty boy.” You smirk.

“Oh? What could be more important than working with a superstar like me?” He winks, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Well, nursing said superstar’s child for one.” You laugh.

And with that, your husband laughs. Heartily and deeply happy sounds which warm you from the inside. He bends down so he’s face level with your neck.

“Hey cupcake, you got a smile for papa?” He asks, taking the bundle from your arms.

The bundle - being your 5-month-old daughter.

The baby gurgles in delight at the sight of her dad and smiles a gummy smile - her mood elevated because of her well-timed nap in the car.

“You look beautiful, princess.” He says, kissing your forehead.

“Oh, hush you, you’ll make me blush.” You giggle, but you will admit the blue ripped mom jeans and white cable knit sweater match your husband perfectly, and you always glowed around him. As for him, he doesn’t understand how you get more beautiful every day. When he says your car pull up, and you step out of it holding his baby girl in one arm and leading his little boy with the other - he thinks back to the day he saw you in the courtyard for the first time, all smiles, and shiny eyes.

After 12 years, countless battles, many stray kids, too many heartbreaks and carrying two of his children you still manage to knock the wind out of him by just existing. The pretty girl you were now a powerful, beautiful woman and every curve and inch custom made to drive him insane, especially the view of your jeans as you bend to fix your shoe (part of the reason he’s knocked you up twice). Your strength and courage, and pure devotion to the ones you love, and fiercely bold protectiveness drive him to the brink of madness with the weight of his love for you daily.

You on the other hand, watch your husband pressing kisses to your daughter’s chubby cheeks, as he wraps his arm around your waist and leads you inside. This man, who has almost given everything to protect you all, who has gifted you with a love so pure and whole that you almost lost yourself by almost losing him - you are one person. One without the other just cannot exist, two souls meshed to create a fortress of love, warmth, and happiness. Your eyes trace his face, as otherworldly beautiful as ever, eyes crinkled with a smile at the baby in his arms. His hair but your eyes. You think he’s only gotten more beautiful since you met, all those boyish edges sharpened into those of a man - a beacon of love, and strength. Powerful muscles (part of the reason you now had two kids by him) threaten to pop through his black T-shirt and you attempt not to drool, but he catches it anyway. Smirking, and whispering filthy things about how your ass looks in your jeans making him wanna find a babysitter and skip the party to have your own. You flush and nip his jawline, a promise for more to come later.

Just as you nibble his skin, a loud shout comes from the doorway.

“Hey guys! How are you?! I know I only saw you both yesterday, but I missed you guys!”

A shock of pink hair calls out, and before he can barrel toward you is held back by his collar.

“Chill out, Yuuji. You don’t even know if the babies asleep or not.”

The ever-present raven-haired boy pops up behind him, lurking in the shadow as always.

Your eldest son, your blessing.

“Hi mom. Do you want me to take her?” He asks, and you can see the eager glint in his eyes as he stretches out his arms to Gojo who has your daughter which you know, in Megumi language, means ‘give me the baby or I’ll sulk.’

Gojo is engaged with cooing over her with Itadori who you’ve come to realise is obsessed with babies. Your husband hands your son your daughter, who’s sitting up in his arms, and squeals when she realises it’s her oldest brother holding her, and you melt a little when she lays her head on his shoulder.

“Hey Lil 'miss. Will we go find our brother?” He says, walking off with her and Yuuji, leaving Gojo to take your hand and lead you inside too.

Yuuji has grown, with him being 18 that’s not surprising. His baby face is fading, skin now lined with scars - battle scars well earned by a brave boy. He’s still not as tall as his boyfriend, but he somehow got even more broad and muscly, this was evidenced when he was helping you with the baby's nursery and just… picked up the crib. With one arm. Megumi soon insisted that he and Yuuji were tired and going to his room to ‘bed’ that night, after that show of casual strength.

Megumi - your darling boy, well, man. 18 now and tall and long limbed as ever, all sharp corners and piercing eyes. The months after the culling games were tough, on everyone. But Megumi - he suffered deeply. The mental scaring of almost killing his dad, hurting you and the torture of being trapped inside a psychopath for weeks on end - and most of all, of being in the body that killed his sister. You moved him and Yuuji back into your house, Nobara too because as much as she enjoyed her new relationship with Maki - she couldn’t sleep without knowing the boys were safe and near. She felt immeasurable guilt for not being with Yuuji and Megumi early in the Culling Games and for the injuries that Yuuji saw her almost succumb to. She spent most of her week at the cottage, and the other few days with her girlfriend - healing together.

On the really dark nights, you and Satoru would wake to pained sobs - sometimes Yuuji, who would wake thrashing, and sometimes Megumi would wake frozen in fear. Many nights, they would wake to the same noises from inside your own room. You two had each other, and you tried to stress the importance of relying on each other to all the kids. Recovery wasn’t linear, but it could be helped with love and care.

There were a few nights, you’d wake to being poked by Yuuji, a solemn look on his face and in turn you’d wake up Satoru, you’d nod to Yuuji who would leave the room and come back with a bundle of limbs in his arms. Some nights, Megumi would get so frozen with memories that all he wanted was to be with you and Satoru - so like you did when he was a little boy, you put him in between you both and fell back asleep. You always offered to Yuuji to stay, and sometimes he did - but most times he would go and curl up beside Nobara in her room. He knew Megumi was safe with you two, so he would stay with his platonic soulmate - ever the protector.

Satoru’s wounds healed, leaving scars, pink and shimmering on his pale skin which you took care to kiss every night, grateful for how hard he fought to come home to you.

Two weeks after Yuuji killed Kenjaku, and everything was over - you, Shoko, and Gojo all stood together on the plot of land behind the cottage, a nice, secluded space under a Sakura tree.

The earth was covered in snowdrops, a black marble slate sat on the ground, with gold lettering.

here sleeps suguru geto, our very best friend and deeply loved dad.

You all cried, the three of you the surviving members of your school years. Yet, a part of it was sweet. Finally, after all this time - Suguru was home. He was back where he belonged, the birthplace of the reformation of Jujutsu society, with his family, who wordlessly accepted him and his two girl's home – where he was happy before the darkness became too much.

You three built a bench beside the memorial that day too, with a smaller memorial sign for the twins, they never had a surname – so you wrote them as Nanako and Mimiko Geto. It had been years since you or Satoru had seen the girls, and even then, only Shoko knew about that day. The day you texted his number thinking it would be blocked, two weeks after the village massacre, and after he left Satoru outside of the KFC. You told him you had clothes, shoes, and toys for the girls. Satoru could not face him, so you went alone, a secret kept between you and Satoru and Shoko. You met him and the girls in a nice, quiet park. Most of them were things from when you were a child, collected from your mother’s house (you think she knew). You played with the girls for a while, looking at Suguru with pleading eyes as you introduced yourself to them as their Aunty Y/N - a sign to him that this could be fixed, he could come him – the elders could be dealt with. You knew it was a failure before you said it. If your boyfriend couldn’t bring him home, then you stood no chance. He smiled at you, sadly but thankful for the unspoken offer. The girls didn’t need to hear the anger or the truth. When it got dark, it was time to leave. You said goodbye. The final goodbye, and you knew it. You said ‘goodbye, onii-chan' and he responded in kind, then left. You did not see him again until that day in the alley.

Now, here, at the cottage; Shoko could sit for a smoke with him, Satoru could come to annoy him and so you could bring his nieces and nephews to say hello. Scattering his ashes by the cottage the family congregated within only felt right. You asked him to watch over you all.

There was no shortage of funerals after the war.

You, Satoru, Akio, and Megumi held a private memorial in your home for Tsumiki. There was no body to bury - so you set up a small garden of all her favourite flowers in the grounds of the cottage where you raised her, where she made flower crowns and played with her brother.

After that - was Nanami. You and Satoru and Yuuji warped to Malaysia after his cremation, to scatter his ashes on a quiet, secluded beach. You all drank a glass of whiskey on the beach before it was time to go home. After clearing out his apartment, you found a spare of his tie and folded it, placing it in a box with a pair of his glasses and his favourite whiskey glass - and you handed it to Yuuji. He was so deeply loved, by all of you - but Yuuji was his student, his prodigy.

It was decided that since most of the old Jujutsu Society was gone, it was time to restructure. Utahime took over Kyoto, Todo and Noritoshi now acting as teachers. In Tokyo, the job of principal was between you and Satoru. You quickly told him it should be him, without question, and you would become the lead teacher. Shoko was offered a teaching position but quickly scoffed at the notion, saying corpses were still more her style. You needed another teacher, apart from you and Yuuta, who was still training under you part time. So, you and Satoru mutually agreed that a perfect candidate was one Choso Kamo, who hastily agreed, happy to be able to stay close to his brother. Hakari would occasionally pop in, help out for days - and took over for you on maternity leave. Jujutsu society would change now. A complete restructure.

A reformation.

The new higher ups consisted of Satoru, you, Utahime, Noritoshi Kamo, Yuuta, Maki and Toge said he would step up the the plate in a few years time.

Everyone knew what happened to the old higher ups. Everyone knew who killed them.

Nobody sought retaliation.

Nobody mourned.

In the present, you stepped into the room decorated yesterday by you and Yuuji. A big banner with ‘Happy 20th Birthday!’ Was hung on the wall, with cakes and cupcakes and lots of snacks laid across the dining table. Music was playing from Maki’s speaker, who sat frowning, but letting Nobara place a party hat on her anyway. Panda is sneaking a cupcake in the back corner, and you pretend not to notice.

You look around the room, delighting in the sight of your husband and Yuuji blowing up balloons in a competition of who can get theirs the biggest (they both burst). Megumi is sitting beside them, smirk on his face as he lets his baby sister play with his long fingers and use them as a teething chew. You look around for Akio, who had sprinted inside to look for his ‘uncle soso.’ It didn’t take long to locate him, but it wasn’t by sight but rather by a delighted squeal and a giggle coming toward you.

“Mama! Uncle soso has sweeties! He say ask mama if I can share too?” A voice cries as it barrels into your leg.

You look toward the kitchen door and see a smiling Choso with a plate of mochi, looking fondly at the toddler on your leg.

“Okay, baby. Thank you for asking, and what do we say to Uncle Soso?” You say, picking him up to walk toward the favourite uncle.

“Tank you, uncle soso.” Your adorable little man says, holding his arms toward the man in signal of hoping to be transferred from your hip to his.

“You spoil that boy, Choso Kamo.” You say, not an ounce of anger in your voice.

“Maybe.” He smiles sheepish and shrugs, head peeking around your shoulder to look around.

“Are you looking for your goddaughter?” You ask.

“Where is she?” He perks up, and your reminded of a puppy hearing the word treat.

“Megumi has her. They’re with ‘toru and your brother.” You smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he walks toward the boys with Akio and the mochi in his arms.

A fatal mistake really.

He’s about to sit on a sofa with a plate of Mochi and two Gojo boys?

He won’t get any. But you think he’s okay with that.

After what you’ve come to call the war, Choso had become an indispensable part of the family. Loyal, kind, and caring - he fit in like a perfect puzzle piece. Easily making friends with Megumi (who he calls his brother-in-law), living easily as a comrade and trusted friend of your husband and easily melding into the baby brother you never had. Even though he’s about 120 years older than you.

When Akio arrived back in the country with your mother after the fighting had ceased, you and Satoru refused to let him out of your sight for weeks, Akio had protested but you had taken to having him sleep in your room until eventually you both felt safe enough to let the poor boy go back to his star-themed bedroom in peace.

That was until about 3am, when you woke up to the bedroom door opening and your husband coming in with a sleeping toddler in his arms. He needed him near, just like how he felt comforted by the soft snores coming from Megumi’s room. You said nothing, just smiled and scooted over so you wrap your little boy between you.

Megumi joined at 4am.

About 3 months after the final fight, you both put Akio to bed one night. Megumi had gone back to the dorms, recovering, and enjoying the idea of being just a student again. Satoru’s arm around your waist as you looked at his sleeping figure on his teddy bear print bedsheets. Wild white hair sticking in all directions a carbon copy of his dad.

“Princess?” He said, forehead on your hair.

“Yes, ‘toru.” You hoped he was going to say what you were also thinking.

“Let’s have another one.” He said, tilting your chin to look at him with those long fingers.

“Okay.” You smile and let him scoop you up and March you to your bedroom.

Six weeks later: there were two lines on the stick.

This time - Satoru hadn’t noticed. Maybe because his six eyes were still recovering, or maybe because the baby inside you had your cursed energy, so it just looked like yours. The day you did the test, you went to a bakery at lunchtime to grab some treats.

“I got some treats for breakfast tomorrow, since it’s a Saturday. Megumi is going out with Yuuji for breakfast, so he won’t be here.” You say, as Satoru comes back into the kitchen from putting Akio to bed.

You push the box toward him.

“Oh pastries! Are these mine?” He asks.

“Eh! No! There’s one each.” You laugh at him.

“Well then there’s two for me, because there’s four. One for Akio, one for you and two for me!” He claps.

“No, ‘toru. There’s one each.” You smile, wondering when he will catch on.

“But ‘Gumi won’t be here?” He asks, puzzled and eager.

“We still need four.” You smirk a little.

You see him frown and the cogs turn in his head? One for George the Cat? No…

His head snaps up.

“Wait! Princess…?” He takes the kitchen in one stride and kneels in front of you, and you nod, smiling.

“Really? You’re sure?” He asks, staring at your belly.

You think now is time for the best pun of your life. You reach into your pocket and take out the test.

“Positive.” You giggle, tears lining your lashes - and Satoru’s too.

He leans his head into your belly, tears soaking your shirt.

7 and a half months later, you went into labour during movie night. Megumi insisted on coming to the infirmary with you and Satoru in case anything happened. Yuuji and Nobara were on a mission, so you picked up your phone.

It barely rang once.

“Hey, Cho. We um… need a favour.” You speak.

“Is everyone alright?” The perpetually sleepy voice asks.

“Yeah, it’s just we need someone to watch Akio… I - um, well the baby’s coming.” You say, wincing through a contraction.

You all drive to the school, where Shoko is waiting to deliver your second child and Choso comes running out of his on-campus staff apartment, scooping up your son who was delighted at getting to see his Uncle Soso.

13 hours later, there was life.

New life. A beautiful, vibrant, fresh life. A beautiful little girl, perfect and tiny with a shock of pale white hair.

She cried. You cried. Satoru cried. Shoko cried.

Megumi went to collect Akio, and you asked him to bring Choso too after you and the baby were both cleaned up.

The toddler barrelled into the room, Megumi behind him.

“Baby sister! Baby sister! I want my baby sister! Oh, hi mama and papa, move - I want to see sister.” He mumbles - mind singularly focused on what he had been waiting for.

You laughed, and Satoru too. Megumi shrugged, after planting a kiss on your cheek and asking if you were okay (still a mama’s boy even at 18).

“It’s a joint sentiment.” Your eldest agrees with the bouncing toddler.

You scoot over on the bed, and Satoru (teary eyed) places a bundle into your arms. Megumi gingerly sits beside you on one side, and Satoru scoops Akio onto his lap on your other side.

“Boys, we’d like you to meet your baby sister. This - is Mirai.” You smile at them, both looking equally entranced.

“She’s… so tiny, and so pretty.” Megumi whispers.

“Papa - is she sleepin’?” Akio whispers.

As if on cue, the baby opens her eyes.

Akio gasps, looking to his dad for permission to get closer. Satoru nods with a note to be gentle with sister and mama. Your usually boisterous boy crawls to sit on your lap, putting his hand on his sisters.

“Hi baby sister.” He whispers. “I brother. Big brother. Like ‘Gumi my big brother. I keep baby sister safe, and will play with you, and let you have snacks and give you hugs and kisses. I Akio, but mama and papa call me Kio lots. They all things that ‘Gumi and Uncle soso say big brother do, and they are bestest big brothers to me and Jiji. (The name he has for Yuuji, who adores it).’

Holding your little girl in your arms, with all three of your boys looking at you both with so much love - you think that everything was worth it. For this moment, for this feeling and for this family. Every wound, every fight - it was for them. Everyone you lost, you know they’re looking at you all now from wherever they are and smiling and vowing to keep this family safe.

“Is Choso here?” You ask Megumi who has gingerly been passed the baby by Satoru.

“He’s outside, he wanted to wait until he was invited in.” He whispers, not sparing a glance at anything but his little sister.

You turn to Satoru, who nods and goes to open the door and usher the other man in.

You both placed the highest level of trust in Choso. Satoru being eternally grateful to the man for holding you back from running to his injured body when he fought Sukuna, for caring for Yuuji in his darkest days, for being a pillar of strength and support when you both needed it. For you, you felt like the support and friendship, and recognition as Y/N and Satoru that Choso gave you - not just the Six Eyes and the Dryad - was priceless. Plus - he’d never seen a newborn baby. He didn’t even know how babies were born. You and Satoru had to teach him a lot.

“Hi Choso. Thank you for minding this little squirt.” You say, nodding to Akio.

Choso just stood, speechless and slack jawed.

It reminded you of Yuuji when you first showed him an ultrasound of Akio.

Brothers.

“Uncle soso - this is baby sister! Look! She has fingers!” Akio says, crawling across you to point at the baby in Megumi’s arms.

He says nothing.

“D’ya wanna hold her, bud?” Satoru says, smiling at the dumbfounded man.

He just nods.

“Okay - arms out, keep her head secure.” Megumi says side eye and smirk to Satoru as he parrots the words his dad said to him when Akio was born.

The little girl is placed in Choso’s arms.

“She’s… so small.” He speaks.

“Takes after her mama.” Satoru says, kissing your head.

“Everyone is small to you, Jack the beanstalk.” You roll your eyes.

That day, you asked Yuuta and Choso to both be Mirai’s Godfathers. Choso silently took on the uncle role with Akio too - who had lost his own godfather not so long ago, his beloved Uncle Nanamin.

The door to the party room opened, too early to be the birthday boy and the sound of heels clicking alerted you to snap your head up.

“Koko!” You say, running and throwing your arms around you best friend.

“Jesus, you’re almost as bad as Sator - OOF.” Her complaint was quickly cut off by a white haired, 6ft5 man barrelling into her and shouting ‘Yay, Shoko!’ and no less than 5 seconds later her knees were encircled by smaller arms attached to a boy shouting ‘Aunty Koko!’.

Shoko resigns herself to being smothered by the Gojo’s and just huffs a hello.

“Mirai, Megs, you’re the best of the bunch.” She shrugs toward Megumi who’s still holding the baby.

“We love Aunty Koko! Don’t we, ‘kio?!” You and Satoru encourage.

“Aunty Koko!” He parrots, nuzzling her legs as she ruffles his hair.

“Alright kid, I love you too. Satoru, put this on the table.” She says, unceremoniously throwing a box terribly wrapped toward him.

She plonks down on the sofa with Megumi and Choso.

“What’s this, the emo convention?” She smirks and you, Satoru and Yuuji just burst out in hysterical laughter.

Nobara’s voice calls out.

“Guys! They’re here, they’re just pulling up now. Gojo-sensei, find somewhere to hide that you can fit!” She frantically shouts, dragging Maki into a corner with her.

You grab Megumi and Mirai, falling behind the kitchen door where Akio is in Satoru’s arms, both giggling.

The lights are turned off, and you can hear voices muffled from outside the door before it swings open.

“SURPRISE!” You all shout and sing, much to the alarm of the birthday boy who also screams.

“Oh my god! What is this?! What are you all doing here?! Toge, did you know about this?” Yuuta spills.

Toge just shrugs and smirks.

“Happy birthday, Senpai!” Says Yuuji, before almost breaking every bone in Yuuta’s body with a crushing hug.

“Happy birthday, Okkotsu.” Megumi nods, with a small smile and a bro hug.

“Happy birthday, shrimp.” Maki says, hugging her best friend.

“Happy birthday, Okkotsu! Your gifts are on the table!” From Nobara.

You, Satoru, the kids, Shoko and Choso watch as all the students clamour to greet the birthday boy before he somehow manages to make his way over to you all as Yuuji begins to dish out the immeasurable amount of food he’s made for the occasion.

“Sensei? Y/N? The babies too?! Hi babies!” He greets with a wide smile.

“Happy birthday, Yuuta!” Gojo says, wrapping him in a hug and picking him up off the ground.

“Happy 20th, honey.” You say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Happy birthday Yuuta!” Says Akio from Choso’s arms, where he doesn’t stay for long as he launches himself at Yuuta.

Mirai is babbling in your arms, and you presume she shares the sentiment of her big brother being an eerie mixture of her parents,

“Happy birthday, kid. Enjoy your 20s.” Shoko says, with a wink.

“Thank you, guys, this is amazing. I went to the arcade with Toge and I thought that would be that no wonder he insisted on playing more dance dance revolution!” He laughed.

After cakes had been eaten and candles blown out, gifts unwrapped and games won - everyone was sat around the room, about to watch a film.

Mirai was asleep on her dad’s chest, curled up with his arm supporting her. You were tucked into his other side, as he pressed kisses into the crown of your head. Megumi had his arm around Yuuji on your other side as he lay his feet on your lap. Nobara and Maki were cuddled up on the armchair, with Toge resting his head on Yuuta’s lap on the floor below. Akio had insisted on sitting with Uncle Soso and Aunty Koko on one of the other sofas, as he ate some cake.

You sighed and smiled, looking at the raven-haired boy, now all grown up on your left - happy, healing, safe and in love. He’s a man now, he’ll be 19 in just under a year and you find it crazy to think that was the age you and Satoru were when you adopted him and Tsumiki.

You look at Akio, curled into a blanket between his aunt and uncle, Shoko on the verge of sleep and Choso smiling at whatever nonsense Yuuji was talking. Your youngest son, your sweet copy of Satoru. You say all the best parts of you both in him, all bravery and kindness and endless love with added strength and loyalty, and every inch as clever as his elder brother too. His Snow White hair is long, tied in a little bun on top of his head and his bright, shiny blue eyes a copy and paste of his dad’s.

Then, there’s your little girl. The life brought into this world reigniting hope and joy in so many lives. The fruit of what you all fought for. Her chubby cheeks, rosy with teething snuggles into her father’s broad, strong chest as she drools all over him as she sleeps soundly. Where Akio is a Mama’s boy, Mirai is her papa’s girl. Her white curls are framing her perfect little face, with matching lashes laying across her sleeping face.

Then, there’s him.

Akio and Miria’s papa.

Megumi and Tsumiki’s adopted dad.

The new principal of Jujutsu High.

The man who shouldered the world for love.

Your husband.

Your soulmate.

Your ‘toru.

The light, love, and joy in your life since you were 16 years old. The man who you fall deeper in love with every day and the second part of your soul. Your heart, your lover, the fire in your veins. Two adopted kids, many unofficial kids and two copies of you both later, you’re both still here. Fighting your way to each other and for each other, and side by side building bonds deeper than gold. The sexiest, most beautiful man you have ever imagined existing. The love of your life. The way he looks at you, still flusters you.

You catch his eyes. 14 years, and a lifetime more.

He looks at you. His wife, his best friend, the missing piece of his heart. The most beautiful, hottest girl he’s ever seen with all his six eyes, the mother of his children and his right-hand woman. His rock, his crutch, his confidant and partner in crime. The woman he would shoulder the earth for. The new main teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. His love grows every day for you, something he didn’t think was possible. His princess.

You whisper you love him.

He replies he loves you too.

You were all chatting as the movie loaded, waiting for it to buffer.

“When the fuck is movie starting?!” Came a tiny voice.

All heads snapped to Akio, hands on his hips, staring at the screen.

“Who taught our son to swear?” Gojo breathes, holding back a laugh.

“Fuck’s sake.” You mutter, smiling - without thinking.

“Fuck’s sake.” Akio mimics.

“Ah, shit.” Gojo groans.

“Shit.” Parrots the toddler.

“Well, jury’s out but I think it might have been his parents.” Megumi smirks.

The room bursts into raucous laughter, and amidst it all the movie starts.

It serves as background noise, a lullaby, a point of focus. A family made of many mismatched pieces - a pool of trust, of reliance, of hope and comfort - created and moulded in the image of a couple, of two sides of one coin, two halves of one whole: her ‘toru. His Princess.

Feral Gojo english dub highlights... Just close your eyes and listen..

JJK Series: Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader) Masterlist

Series: Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader)

Synopsis: Satoru, Suguru and Shoko are your best friends. Through their ups and downs, first meetings, fun times, farewells and what-ifs, you hope the blue spring they've once experienced, will bloom again.

Notes: Most of these are platonic unless stated otherwise! Some of them will be standalone fics and/or what-if scenarios that are AUs or deviation of another fic. Please check the fic description for extra info!

If you don't know where to start and want to start from the very first one - start here! It will then lead you to the other ones 😸

Gojo Satoru

Friends (fluff)

In which you're reminiscing about how you met Gojo and became his friend, and your thoughts on the strongest sorcerer as you observe him from his teen years to his adult years.

Membership (fluff, little bit of angst)

Continuation/part 2 of Friends, mainly from Gojo's POV. His thoughts on you and what made him bestow upon you a membership card to his sacred spaces.

Geto Suguru

First Impressions (fluff)

Reminiscing about your first impressions of Geto, and you realise he's much more than meets the eye, and one of the kindest people you've ever met.

Can I take your hand?

Continuation/part 2 of First Impressions, mainly from Geto's POV. His thoughts about you after meeting you on that fateful mission. How he sees you as a friend, as well as how he's hesitant on closing the gap between you and him.

Ieiri Shoko

Reach for your hand (fluff, little bit of angst)

When you started attending Jujutsu High, you realised Shoko was the biggest flirt of the three, and you wondered how you became closest to her before the others.

Through my eyes

Continuation/part 2 of Reach for your Hand from Shoko's POV. Her thoughts on the type of person she initially thought you were, compared to when she actually got to know you during your high school years, all the way until you're an adult.

SaShiSu

None yet! 🕊️

This will be updated accordingly for each new fic that comes out 😉

More nightbringer outfits!

Beel's is nice and simple due to his bug wings and the fact that he keeps staining shirts with his new eating habits.

Please consider tipping me or getting a cheap sketch commission to help suport me while i make the rest!

Lucifer - Mammon - Leviathan - Asmodeus - Satan

It was about time for another gif set dedicated to Ozpin smiling~ More Oz Smiling Some Oscar Smiling

They’re so cute wtf

They’re so cute wtf

Obey Me As Tumblr #4

Satan: So I MEANT to say “oh crap, I left my phone in my car” but what I ALMOST said was “oh no, I left my cone in my phar,” and damn wouldn’t that have been embarrassing, but I caught myself, and what I ACTUALLY said was

“Ah, my fart cone.”

So anyway

•

Simeon: Today these two boys in my math class were hitting each other with pencils and my teacher said “could you try to be a little more mature?”

One of them screamed “TAXES” and punched the other kid in the face

•

Leviathan: Sex is so weird it’s literally just putting your penis inside someone else’s penis. Like what the fuck

Asmodeus: I don’t think that’s how it works

Leviathan: Yes it is. I’ve had so much sex. A lot. Like 100 sex.

•

Mammon: What did one cell say to his sister cell that stepped on his toe

Mammon: Mitosis

Leviathan: I want to die

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Mammon: How long does someone have to be dead before it’s considered archeology instead of grave robbing

Solomon: An an archeologist I find this a veRY AWKWARD QUESTION

Mammon: Answer the question grave robber

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Satan: Ah yes, the Trojan horse. Or as I like to call it murderous piñata

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Asmodeus: Years ago I watched this porn and the girl was screaming ‘oh god, oh god!!!’ And this dude was like ‘there are no gods here’ and to this day it haunts me wtf was he talking about

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Mammon: At my funeral there is going to be a closed casket and then it will be opened to reveal I am not inside. Instead they will turn on the ceiling fan and my lifeless body will swing around the room while the space jam theme song is playing in the back ground

Mammon: Never mind my brother says I can’t do that

•

MC: I just had the best encounter with a child at Kmart. I was in the aisle shopping and this boy and his dad come around the corner. The little blonde boy sees me and excitedly exclaims “there’s a human here!!” To which his father replied, “Yes, there’s humans everywhere.”

Mammon: Bro you do realize you just met aliens

Solomon: Not unusual for Kmart

•

Mammon: I was looking at grapes in the store and this old lady comes up to me and goes “you’re not stealing those are you?” So I’m like no lol? and she goes “oh, well I am.” And grabbed a handful of grapes and left

Leviathan: GKSKVKSM

•

Diavolo: “What time is it?” You ask, I pull out my 2.7 metric ton granite sundial and immediately crush both of your feet, I loudly announce “it is cloudy.”

•

Solomon: This is the dumbest thing to nitpick, but the phrase “real UFO” bothers me any UFO is a real UFO as long as it’s unidentified and flying because that’s what those words mean whether or not it’s an alien is a different matter. It could be a pancake someone threw real hard as long as you don’t know that’s what it is it’s a UFO

Satan: I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Anything is a UFO if you’re bad enough at identified stuff

•

MC: People with uteri are never gonna have a perfectly flat stomach. They’re always gonna have a little pouch, because that’s where we keep our bees.

Thirteen: Once a month the moon angers the bees.

•

Lucifer: Gave my students a pop quiz today and learned something new: if you make all the answers C, you will see 35 of the most hilariously panicked and confused faces in the world.

Raphael: Are you Satan?

•

Leviathan: Was it really necessary for me to be born?

Simeon: Possibly not, but double chocolate chip cookies aren’t necessarily either but I wouldn’t want to live in a world without them

Leviathan: That is the most uplifting thing I’ve read all day

•

Belphegor: What if your phobias are based off how you died in a past life

Mammon: Why is this not getting around faster

Beelzebub: DUDE

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Leviathan: It’s 2021 why can’t I delete friends in real life?

Leviathan: Ok so it turns out what I was thinking of it called murder

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Satan: Next time a conspiracy theorist tries to tell you ‘what really happened’, present a more outlandish theory and accuse them of covering up the truth

Conspiracy theorist: “The moon landing was faked!”

Me: “Pfft, you believe in the moon?”

•

MC: Boys are so lucky they get boners to tell them that they’re horny because girls are just like am I horny or am I hungry or am I bored I don’t know I don’t have a dick

Mammon: That’s definitely an interesting take. But sometimes we get boners for no reason and it’s something like “What is it boy? Did you see something?”

•

Solomon: I just attended the best Passion of the Christ play. As they were “nailing” Jesus to the cross the entire thing broke. No one knew what to do and it got quiet. Finally one of the guards on stage said “you get out of it this time Jesus”

Mammon: Omfg

Leviathan: I CAN’T STOP FUCKING LAUGHING NOBODY LOOK AT ME

Satan: #IT’S BACK

I just had a random thought!

What if MC became a half-demon in Nightbringer because they are Lilith's Decendant and from the sins they have committed/indulged in due to their pacts/relationship with the brothers!?!

And what if!

When they return to the present, they are a half-angel (due to divine intervention) and are in heaven. However, after a debate with God (Mc Throws how he treated Lilith in his Face) they are thrown from heaven go through a 'fall'. However, mid 'fall' they are saved by one of the brothers and they wings have not fully blackened.

What do you guys think?

Am now done turning the demon brothers into sheep. So here is Lusheeper, spreadsheep, Lesheep, Sasheep, Assheep, Beesheep, Belpsleep , and maybe the side characters will get sheepafied someday, but until then we I have this to offer

Zorua probably transform into their trainers a lot. it’s gotta be harder to ignore a pet when they have your face and voice.

Hades: “I was talking about YOU! Not him! YOU’RE THE FOOL!

More Camping chaos💚

"Loud snoring"

Ominis: *pops his head out of his tent after being woken up* WHO THE HELL IS THAT?! WHOS SNORING?! ITS DRIVING ME INSANE! *frowns*

Leander: *pops his head out of his tent* Shut up Ominis! I was JUST drifting off, till I heard you fucking screaming!

Sebastian: To hell with you Prewett! Have you heard the snoring?! Who is it?! And Where's Sebastian?! He was in here with me before!

Natty and poppy: *leaning out of their tent to see the commotion*

Imelda: *popping her head out* Can you guys be quiet!!? Though I do agree, this snoring is ridiculous!

Amit: *popping his head out of a tent half asleep* What's happening out here?

Everett: *popping out of the same tent as Amit* You guys know I'm not one to get angry, but I SWEAR to merlin if I don't get a good night sleep, I'm going to be FOUL to everyone tomorrow, and I dont want that! *frowns*

Ominis: Sebastian?! SEBASTIAN?!

Leander: Oi! Garreth?!

Garreth: *leaning out of another tent with a moody look* This better be DAMN good, What?!

Leander: I was just seeing if you were the one snoring, seems like you aren't.

Ominis: Sebastian?!

Sebastian: *popping his head out of MC's tent* What's with all the fucking shouting?!

Leander: PFFFT! should of KNOWN you'd of weasled your way into MC's tent Sallow! You fucking DOG!

Garreth: *laughs*

Sebastian: Prewett I'd come over there and knock you out..But I'm kinda naked right now and it's chilly out here *frowns*

Natty: MC?

MC: *pops her head out next to Sebastians* Hey *smiles*

Poppy: OK, so we're all here, awake..And the snoring is still happening...

The gang: .....

Garreths: *steps out of his tent and looks over to the tree line, seeing a huge shadow of a troll stood there looking at the camp, breathing heavily* FUUUUUUCK ITS A FUCKING TROLL! FUCK FUCK FUCK! *scrambles trying to find his wand*

Ominis: (?!?!?!?!?!) WHAT?!

Imelda, Natty & Poppy: *grabbing their wands*

Leander: *grabbing his wand* SALLOW! GET OUT HERE!!!!

Sebastian: *stumbling out of MC's tent pulling up his underwear that he's just thrown on in a panic, and grabbing his wand* Fighting a fucking troll in my undies at 3 am isn't how I wanted to spend my night!!

Ominis: *panicked* MC?!

MC: Ominis! Come over here to my tent!

Sebastian: Oi! No funny business until I get back!

Ominis: *crawling his way over to MC's tent, shouting over the chaos* OH sure Sebastian!! *frowns* I couldn't think of a more perfect time to FUCK MC while everyone's fighting a DAMN TROLL!!!!

~

✣ 𝕷𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆 𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐 ✣

Most commonly known as Lavi [close friends at Hogwarts] or Winnie [everyone else].

✣𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈

Birthday: 28th of April;

Wand: Alder, 12 1/4 inches, Phoenix feather, Surprisingly Swishy;

Amortentia: old parchment, ink-stained fingers and fresh baked bread;

Boggart: the faceless figures of her parents* [changed after the events of the end of 5th year];

Animagus form: ginger main coon cat [learned from Natty during 6th year];

✣𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

Height: 169 cm [5′ 6.5″];

Hair color: auburn, past shoulders [gets quite few grey strands after watching Isidora’s memories], usually in a loose bun;

Eye color: naturally brown, gradually got deep blue after awakening ancient magic. There’s a remaining ring of brown around her iris;

Scars: swirl-shaped over right eye and cheek [caused by ancient magic], diffindo-shaped over her left side, hip and thigh [thank you, Mr.Sallow], behind her left ear [fell off the tree];

✣𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

[cunning - inquisitive - intuitive - resilient - determined]

Love starved puppy. Taught to rely on herself from a young age, Lavi does know how to stand her ground. Anxious and therefore intuitive, attentive to people's emotions, can easily empathize with strangers. Has quite amicable image with sprinkle of mischief, but reserves her true emotions to herself. Values friendship and her people to the point of quiet possessiveness out of fear of abandonment. Will do equally anything to make them feel better and protect both emotionally and physically, as do anything to make them stay in her circle, so she chooses carefully. Can be very motherly when comforting someone [as it's an orphan's copium she doesn't know any better], is in generally surprisingly tactile.

Despite having some repulsion towards authority, prefers to be on good terms with it, aka "i learn the rules before I break them". Is open to new things: would go on exploring equally before and past curfew but after all assignment are finished. Due to Ancient Magic she is quite well-rounded, but nothing too extensive, despite diligence. [Will do everything academically to not get sent back to orphanage, even if it kills her]. Picked up reading passion again after befriending Sebastian, but really got into it after the main events. Inherited her father's cunningness, will sweet-talk you into anything without much ado and tell exactly what you need to hear to further whatever she's pursuing because that's life.

[Suffers from two Obliviate spells and Isidora's pensives: can get moody or silent for visibly no reason, her memory can swindle before going back to normal. After 5th year enters whole identity crisis, where a "bleeding effect" might mess her up a bit.]

Likes: being cared for, sound of waves, sense of accomplishment, smell of moss and old paper, fresh pastry, long walks, things going her way;

Dislikes: hot humid weather, closed spaces [le milde claustrophobia], reprimands and general feel of shame, pine sap and mosquitos;

Has a knack for: dueling [it helps her relieve stress and pent-up aggression and she'll go into the forbidden forest for some venting purposes], non-verbal spellcasting, grave robbing treasure hunting;

Fears: to be forgotten and abandoned;

Strives for: approval recognition;

✣𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉

Known relatives:

Liam Whitlock [father, alive] - halfblood miracle monger, allied with Ashwinders;

Ambrosia Blishwick [mother, alive]

Miriam Fig [nee. Blishwick] [grandaunt, deceased]

Martin Locke [cousin, alive, belonging to @cetuscorvus]

Was an accident, but quite welcomed child, that was acquainted to nomad lifestyle since she was a wee-baby. Takes strongly after her mother, who was up to no good and eloped in the first place;

Travelled with her parents and avoided law till tender age of 8, then was rightfully labelled a squib. Without much remorse was dropped off in the godforsaken town of Portreath in an orphanage, obliviated and waved goodbye.

Raised a proper working class Victorian girl without a clue what magic is. Rose with the dawn, sang in church choir, worked as soon as she was the age, looked out for the youngsters.

Developing a certain disdain for authorities ever since, often found herself in the nearby ruins that townsfolk either avoided or did not even see, it became her hideout.

Made fatuous acquaintance with Miriam Fig in late 1889, when she first came to Portreath to investigate said ruins as part of her travels. Miriam, being the good bean she is, befriended her first cousin once removed, realizing Lavinia does see the traces of ancient magic and can aid in her search. [It is where the Portkey came from];

As Lavi’s magic was released at one point as a self-defence mechanism, it left her scarred and Miriam contacted the Ministry on her behalf.

During heated debate about what to do with Lavinia and all the Ministry paperwork and goblins taking track of Miriam’s research, it was deemed safer to take the bait off the unknowing child, so another memory charm was used. Due Miriam’s request prior to her death, Lavi was taken in by professor Fig for a few summer months to learn what she could about the wizarding world. The man was by all means still grieving, so not much about her practical education was actually done.

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Portia [The Arcana] | Catherine[The Great] | Donna Noble [Doctor Who] | Max Mayfield[Stranger Things] | Sylvie[Loki] | Leliana[Dragon Age]

Sebastian: When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case?

Ominis: What?!

Sebastian: I want to be on BuzzFeed unsolved-

Ominis: Can we go back to the part when you said "When I get murdered-"

Okay okay yes I know, Buzzfeed in anyway did not exist at this time- but I wanted to play around with Audio blending to see how well I was able to do it, and had to use some of our favorite boys to do it-

Human Reader

*the witchers sitting around the desk*

Geralt: no you don't understand. Jaskier sometimes can be so reckless I'm wondering how is he still alive?

Eskel: oh god I can feel this.

Geralt: hmm... No offense, but Y/n looks more calm than the bard.

Eskel: once when I was on a hunt, Y/n stayed at the camp. We were traveling together like... A month I guess? They didn't know much about witcher stuff. When I get back from the hunt I found them looking straight at the fire. And when I asked them what's going on, they told me, that they drinked all of my potions because "they were all shiny and pretty". I had never been so worried and nervous in my whole life.

Geralt: you won. *under his breath* thanks god for Jaskier.

What made you pick bear for jaskier, I’m fond of crane!Jaskier

That’s a very good take, and actually the most fitting, I think? I thought about that too. But I wanted to put Jaskier in the school that was the least fitting for him, so bears it was :) (and he is a teddy!) Also:

Vergil when he takes care of his drunk lover

Incorrect quotes#809 According 2 plan~

Mc*Coming in after hearing Satan gotten upset...spot him inside a cage with a pouting*...Why is he in a cage?

Luci*Looking up from the newspaper turning his head around to not look at your gaze*...Because he growled at me

Satan*Shaking the cage and growling and biting the direction Lucifer is seated*RRRRRRRAAWR!GGrrrrra!RRRRAAAGH!

You notice how the brothers are hiding behind the couch that Lucifer is seated on

Mc*Looks at The Growling Green boy and then at them with a deadpanned gaze*You all wouldn't lasted in the war that is raising a kid...-Let's get you out of there*Opens cage and picks pick him up*

Satan*Becomes still and clings to you instantly, putting his best sparkly eyes as he nuzzles into your neck*

Mc*Smiles and pats his back, walking with the 4th still clinging to you*Lets take you to your room away from the meanies~, I got some new books I know you like...this one is all about cat facts~

6Brothers"That little shit-...HE DID THIS ON PURPOSE!?"

I just had this thought and i can't stop laughing.

A random loony approaches Vergil with a big, goofy grin.

The blue devil is ready to turn him into mince meat.

Random loony turns around and rips the stinkiest, loudest fart that a human could ever release.

The said loony sprints away.

How does the blue devil react to this, and the entire dmc crew.

Make my day please.

Vergil is gonna stand there with so much shock and confusion that he just stands there like a deer about to get hit by a car.

Dante is laughing his ass off with tears in his eyes gripping the nearest wall.

Nero is also laughing but he's covering his mouth not trying to get his arm ripped off again.

V is just as shocked and confused. In fact he's even more confused than Vergil because wtf just happened.

Trish is fucking dying. She's holding her stomach and covering her eyes. Laughing loudly.

Lady, doing the same as Trish.

Nico just choked on her cigarette, she's coughing and laughing, trying to keep herself together and breathe!

yo throwback to that one time i big brained together a rough dmc timeline

edit: it should also be noted that itsuno has gone on to state that every piece of dmc media is canon, unless a future piece of media goes on to contradict previous canon, meaning that new piece of media is canon for those curious if the 4 novels and 1 novel are still canon.