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(Naruto memes/text posts I made part 4!!)
Wow people seem to like these on here and Pinterest-
Yes yuuji is here. Why? Because I have free will❤️ yes this is also me not-so-subtly pushing my shipping agenda! Idk if the second one will get me in trouble but hopefully not:) we’ll find out… also this is the end of my back log of these (unless you count the ones I drew which I’m kinda embarrassed to post bc they look a little botched)
(I’m still new on tumblr so the second pic being censored is just me being careful since idk if they chill)
why does this fandom hate joyousness and fun..? why do we hate laughing and smiling?!
beautiful art i wanna cry
I need a hug, so
☆ my man
yuuji itadori x ftm reader [he / him]
sypnosis : itadori comforts a dysphoric reader who he finds staring at themselves in the mirror. (meant to be viewed as romantic.)
the lowercase is intentional !
- warnings : non-sexual nudity, female genitalia mentions.
once again, [name] finds himself infront of the mirror. he's staring at his body, the way there was two mounts of flesh on his chest instead of a flat line. he wondered if it was better that he stayed off as a woman.
despite all his staring, [name] hated it. he hated how his body looked.
all of his curves, his tits, his feminine looking features - they made him feel like less of a man. no other man had parts like his is what he always thought. he constantly put himself down because of his body, feeding himself lies due to the things he's heard spread by mouth. those words were like a virus that had settled into his mind and never left. he hated his body, and all the things that made him more 'feminine'. it was all because of other people. people that didn't understand people like him.
a small sigh escaped [name]'s lips. he was growing more and more frustrated as he stared at his body, at his chest more specifically. it made him feel all sticky, like he was strolling about on a hot and humid day, his clothes sticking to his skin and sweat pouring own his back. it was an awful feeling, and he always felt it staring at himself.
begrudgingly, [name] slips on his binder. he picks it up from the counter and slowly puts it on. he questions what the point of it was, it didn't even look like it helped him at all. it was just a contraption that squeezed his lungs and made every breath living hell. it was painful being trans. it was painful being in a body that didn't belong to you. it was painful being in a body that made you sick the more days that passed by.
as [name] was putting his binder on, a small knock on the bathroom door was heard, followed by said door opening. it revealed the one and only yuuji itadori - [name]'s boyfriend. he saw [name] struggling to put his binder on so he immediately rushed over to help. he helped the other pull the binder down, making sure it was in the correct position, covering everything.
"i take it you were having issues with your binder? that's why you were taking so long to come out?" yuuji says, a small laugh following soon after. he grinned at his boyfriend, enjoying to see him in any state - whether he was dishevelled, as handsome as ever or just about his normal day. he loved it all, and he most importantly loved [name].
[name] just sighed in response to yuuji's question. he didn't feel like answering it, mostly because he didn't want to worry yuuji. he cared too much sometimes, and as much as [name] loved it, he felt like he didn't deserve it. he felt like a fake man such as himself didn't deserve all the care and love yuuji showed him.
"yeah.. binder issues." [name] muttered as he took his shirt from the shelf of the bathroom, slipping it over his head to hide his binder. "we can go now, i've put it on now. i'm ready." he grumbled under his breath, pushing past yuuji.
however, it was clear yuuji didn't like how [name] was acting right now. he could tell something was wrong. yuuji gripped [name]'s shoulders and held him still, not letting him move. all his his training made him quite strong too, so [name] definitely couldn't move even if he tried. "i'm not letting you go until you tell me what's wrong. you seem off." yuuji states, frowning slightly at [name].
[name] sighed once more, crossing his arms over his chest to hide himself and his chest further. "i just don't get it. i don't get why you still put up with me, and i don't get why i'm stuck in a body that provides me with.. all the parts i don't want!" [name] explained his frustrations, a small groan escaping his lips soon after. yuuji seemed even more worried after hearing [name] speak.
"hey.. i put up with you because i love you." yuuji replies, ruffling [name]'s hair and grinning. he was always so cheerful, determined to brighten anyone's day - especially [name]'s. "no matter if you're stuck in this body that you hate, or a body that's the one you like. i don't care about your body, [name]. only you." the pink haired boy continued, cupping [name]'s cheeks and kissing him softly.
the trans boy looked away, a frown on his face. he pulls away from the kiss, wanting to hide away once more from the whole world. "but.. i have tits. i have a vagina. i'm not a man. i'm just playing dress up.. people will still see me as a woman no matter how hard i try and change myself." he muttered, tears forming in his eyes. "god, i'm even acting like a stereotypical woman now, huh? letting my emotions get the best of me." [name] mumbles as tears flow down his face.
yuuji wraps his arms around [name]'s body, resting his chin on the other boy's head. "sh.. sh.. calm down. none of that matters, [name]. you can have any parts, and you'll still be a man. you've worked harder than those who have been given what you want. you're fighting for your transition, for you to be comfortable in your body. that's manly as hell." yuuji mumbles, kissing [name]'s forehead. [name] looks at his boyfriend in disbelief, unsure of what to say.
"you're my man, [name]. whether or not you have the parts of a 'man', i don't care. i see you as a man, and i always will." yuuji whispered softly into [name]'s ear, kissing it after he stopped speaking. he rocked [name] in his arms too, wanting him to feel comforted by his presence.
[name] was starting to feel slightly better. sure, what yuuji said was a little and perhaps even the bare minimum, but it made him feel even better than before. he wiped his tears away, looking at yuuji with a small smile.
"thank you.. i still don't know how you put up with me.. but i'm glad you do nontheless." [name] chuckled softly as he moved back to gaze yuuji in the eyes. his eyes were now full of love, rather than the malice that were in them when he stared at his reflection earlier. "i guess i feel a little better about my.. situation." he mumbled.
yuuji pressed a kiss to [name]'s nose, still holding him close. "i'll always put up with you because you have a nice ass. exactly my type, you know?" yuuji chuckled and he winked over at [name] who retaliated by rolling his eyes.
"oh yeah, sorry. mr. 'i like someone tall with a nice, big ass.' you absolute perv." [name] muttered, pinching yuuji's cheeks inbetween his fingers. he was feeling better than before, loving all this teasing with yuuji and the playful banter. it made him forget his dysphoria.
yuuji leaned into [name], whispering into his ear. "you're my handsome man, alright? my man. i don't want to see you upset. if something is up, tell me, okay. don't stare at yourself in the mirror hating yourself." yuuji mumbled.
the salmon haired boy then kissed [name] on the lips. he held the trans boy close too, not wanting to let him go just yet. he wanted [name] to know that there was a pair of arms always willing to go around him and support him.
"i love you, my man." yuuji mumbled into [name]'s hair before kissing it softly. the other boy hummed in response and nodded. "i love you too."
and, as time went on, yuuji continued to support [name] with his transition and any dysphoria. he made sure his man was never alone.
- author's note : hope you guys enjoy this :) for any trans guys out there - you are loved and totally valid <3 don't feel like you are alone! there are people like you around the world. you are never alone.
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“The king of curses” (inspired by goddess Kali~)
Hope we will survive this cursed year as well :D
My sunshine boy is finally here with A FRIGGIN’ GOOD ANIME ADAPTATION
turn back time, to the good old days
✢summary: a curse hits megumi and gojo reacts accordingly
✢tags: fushiguro megumi and gojo satoru, nobara pov
✢tw: child abandonment issues?
✢a/n: lets all take a break from whatever the fuck gege akutami has been recently writing. i hope I did dad gojo justice.
Nobara knows she’s fucked as soon as she sees Fushiguro disappear. Her eyes watch in mild horror as her classmate shrinks so quickly until all that is left of him is his uniform.
Itadori was the first to react, shouting a panicked “Fushiguro!” before running towards the pile of clothes.
The door to Shoko-san’s infirmary burst open, revealing an irritated Nobara, followed by Itadori who still had baby Fushiguro in his arms. The child had stopped crying after they passed school gates- maybe he recognized jujutsu tech?- and had settled for wet sniffles instead. Nobara has never seen Fushiguro so pathetic.
Shoko-san was, unsurprisingly, seated behind her desk with papers. She looked at them at the sound of her doors opening, but before she could even talk, Gojo-sensei appeared out of nowhere with his signature annoying grin.
“Yoho~ how did the mission go? I’m sure it went well. I taught you everything you know!”
Nobara could feel her face morphing into an automatic frown. Things were hectic enough as it is, and she didn’t want this moron to ruin baby Fushiguro’s mood any further. They had just endured an hour-and-a-half car ride with a panicked Fushiguro, who insisted on being unconsolable and crying the entire ride back. She just came from a grueling mission. She was sure some of baby Fushiguro’s saliva, and snot landed in her somehow, and if this grandpa-looking sensei of hers made things even worse, she might explode.
“Eh? Megumi?” Gojo sensei asked in confusion after finally noticing the significantly smaller boy. Gojo Satoru’s gaze looks blankly at Itadori’s arms where a smaller Fushiguro is being carried.
As if on cue, Fushiguro breaks out in a full-on wail and cries louder than he ever did in the car.
Nobara already had her trusty hammer in hand, ready to smack the living hell out of her sensei, until she noticed Fushiguro desperately wiggling out of Itadori’s grasp. Both Nobara and Itadori share a confused look before her classmate puts baby Fushiguro down.
As soon as his bare feet touched the cold, sterile floor of the infirmary, Nobara watched in awe as Fushiguro dashed away from them as quickly as he could. It was almost comical how fast he managed to get his tiny feet to run quickly. If this was a cartoon, a cloud of smoke would have been left in his trail.
With his hands out open and eyes wet with a flood of tears, baby Fushiguro rushed to Gojo-sensei, who, to Nobara and Itadori’s surprise, was already squatting down for the boy with arms spread out. Gojo caught Fushiguro easily, one big hand immediately going behind Fushiguro’s head and the other on his back.
“Why did you leave me?” The boy wails, crying on their sensei’s shoulder. “I woke up, and I d-didn’t know where I w-was! You promised never to do that! You promised!”
Fushiguro’s voice cracks at the end of his accusation, and Gojo’s face crumples in a rare show of vulnerability. He shifts, both hands going under Fushiguro’s armpits as Gojo stands. Small, chubby fingers tug his blindfold down, and Gojo-sensei’s blue eyes stare almost lovingly at the crying child with concern. Fushiguro clings to him as if his life depended on it, his tiny fists clenching their sensei’s uniform.
“You’re right, you’re right,” Gojo-sensei coos, swaying slightly from side to side. Gojo makes sure Fushiguro is looking at him before making a show of slapping his hand on his forehead. “Stupid Gojo-san, he forgot his most precious ‘Gumi! What am I going to do?”
Nobara’s eyes narrow in suspicion. Gojo-sensei seemed to have done everything with ease as their baby-fied classmate was now calming down in his arms.
“I’m not precious to you at all, so stop calling me that!” Fushiguro seethes and pulls the angriest scowl he can muster. But then, with another quieter and sadder voice, he reminds Gojo of his previous accusation. “You left.”
“I didn’t leave you,” Gojo corrects him in a softer tone of voice. His hand reaches up to Fushiguro and smoothes out his spiky hair as the child looks at him with slight distrust. The small boy has stopped wailing. Nobara has never seen her sensei so tender. “Haven’t left you ever since I got you.”
Nobara blinks. Since he got- what is going on? She opens her mouth to speak but stops as a quiet voice asks Gojo a question.
“But you will?” Fushiguro asks with his pitch high, threatening another onslaught of tears.
Gojo shakes his head without hesitation. “No,” he insists.
Fushiguro looks at their sensei in distrust, internally debating if he should believe him. His blue eyes shine as he peeks through his lashes to look at Gojo’s unwavering gaze. He asks with a quiet and unsure voice, “Even when I’m bad?”
“Even then,” Gojo answers easily. Fushiguro’s shoulders visibly relax, and he lets himself melt on Gojo’s chest. The older sorcerer puts back a cheery tone as soon as he notices Fushiguro calms down. “Fellow sorcerers brought you back to me, right? And look!” He shifts Megumi towards Shoko-san’s direction. “Aunt Ieiri is here!”
A small smile appears on Shoko-san’s face as baby Fushiguro waves shyly embarrassed that she has seen him throw a tantrum. Nobara thinks it’s her first time seeing her smile. But then Shoko-san glances back at them, and the smile disappears.
Somehow, Nobara feels a little guilty. She knows she probably intruded in a scene meant for Gojo and Fushiguro…whatever they are. But it’s not like she had a choice!
Shoko sighs. “Alright, you two,” she ushers them away with a few flicks of her wrist. “We’ll take it from here.”
Gojo-sensei’s head snaps in their direction, so engrossed with Fushiguro that he almost forgot Nobara and Itadori were still in the room. His blue eyes feel like a spotlight, piercing through them threateningly.
The air feels heavy and almost suffocating, and Nobara feels her shackles rise as her hand twitches for her hammer. It took her a while to realize that the pressure was Gojo-sensei’s cursed energy. Nobara’s instincts whisper at her to run.
Behind her, Itadori reads the situation first and bows in a hurry. He is as likely ready to change out of his snot-filled uniform as she is as eager to escape their deranged sensei. “See you later, Gojo-sensei! Bye-bye Fushiguro!”
Itadori snatches Nobara’s hand just as she finishes her clumsy bow. As she lightly runs to her dorms, the thought of a fresh shower chases away any lingering thoughts of what happened.
-
Gojo feels as though he has traveled back in time. He is frozen in both shock and awe as Megumi, once a tall, lanky, and cranky teenager, has been reduced to a barely four-foot-tall child, his eyes streaming with tears at the sight of him.
As if on instinct, Gojo dropped down to his height- a very helpful tip he read from one of those parenting books he read in a panic after he realized he was the textbook definition of a teen dad- and opened his arms.
He sees Megumi sprint, and Gojo has been in this situation a few times before to know that Megumi was about to launch him a rare hug. Not even a moment later, Megumi was all over him. His hands immediately wrap around the boy.
Gojo knows that he is acting on pure selfishness. He knows something is wrong. For one, Megumi is tiny, and second, his Six Eyes sense a lingering feel of foreign cursed energy. He knows he should be more concerned, checking if his students are alright, but Megumi is sobbing in his arms like he used to a decade ago. In his accumulated knowledge of him, Gojo knows that Megumi is a shy boy, and it takes a lot for him to openly demand his affection and comfort. Gojo is more than happy to deliver.
He caresses Megumi’s hair, and Gojo ignores the way his heart sings. He hasn’t seen this Megumi in a long time, and the boy has long refused his affection.
Before Gojo could ask him what was wrong, Megumi’s watery voice echoes throughout Ieiri’s infirmary. “Why did you leave me?” He cries, “I woke up, and I d-didn’t know where I w-was! You promised never to do that! You promised!”
Ah, Gojo thinks as he feels his heart ache. He knows what this is. Megumi has spent most of his early life witnessing too many people come and leave. If he was correct, which he always ways, Megumi has regressed back in age and memory. Gojo couldn’t help but wonder how he must have felt when he awoke with many unfamiliar people. He knows Megumi assumed he had left him then, just like everyone else.
Gojo lifts Megumi with him as he stands, a hand going under his thighs to support the small boy. Megumi tugs down his blindfold, and Gojo lets him. He does not even realize he’s already swaying Megumi from side to side. His body still remembers how to soothe him.
“You’re right, you’re right,” Gojo says in an admonishing tone before dramatically slapping his forehead. “Stupid Gojo-san, he forgot his most precious ‘Gumi! What am I going to do?”
He does not mind playing the fool for Megumi’s state of mind. When he assumed guardianship over Megumi and his sister, Gojo thought of his role as a simple one. He is their benefactor, one that comes over on a rare weekend to leave money for the Fushiguros to sustain themselves. But one weekend turned into two, and Gojo found himself craving the noise and warmth of the Fushiguro household.
“I’m not precious to you at all, so stop calling me that!”
Oh, how could he even comprehend what he meant to him? Has he forgotten how Gojo learned how to cook to make onigiri-shaped divine dogs for his daily bento? Has he forgotten the movie nights spent on the couch sandwiched between him and Tsumiki? Did he not remember those nights Megumi knocked on his door at night, scared to sleep in his room because his Tsumiki-nee-san was in camp? The animal band-aids? The glow-in-the-dark stickers stuck in his room ceiling?
Gojo watches as Megumi sniffs, eyes darting away from his gaze. His grip on Gojo’s uniform falters. “You left me.”
“I would never leave you,” he says. A memory intrudes his mind with a Megumi similar to this one in front of him. He was angry, his face red with rage, as he hit little fists, landing soft punches on Gojo’s stomach. Gojo didn’t mean to come home late. “Haven’t left you ever since I got you.”
Instead of being relieved, he could have felt Megumi’s heartbreak. He breathes shakily and asks in a tone that tries to conceal his panic and anger- “But you will?”
Gojo shakes his head without hesitation. “No,” he insists.
Fushiguro looks at him in distrust, internally debating whether to believe him. His blue eyes shine as he peeks through his lashes to look at Gojo’s unwavering gaze. He asks with a quiet and unsure voice, “Even when I’m bad?”
Gojo thinks of his almost weekly meetings with Megumi’s high school as he beats other students in a pulp. He thinks of Megumi stretching his arms out, curling his hands to fists, ready to resign himself to a certain death.
“Even then,” he whispers to the boy like it was their little secret. He makes his voice loud and cheery as Gojo exclaims his next words. “Fellow sorcerers brought you back to me, right? And look!” He shifts Megumi towards Shoko-san’s direction. “Aunt Ieiri is here!”
Megumi avoids her gaze and stares at her pristine white coat instead. He offers her a small wave, and Gojo watches as Ieiri gives a him gentle smile.
A wave of appreciation rolls over him as he realizes that Megumi has as many memories of her as he does with him. Gojo feels so stupid when he thinks about the moments when he thought he was lonely. He had two people in this room who loved him as much as he did them. Then, for a brief moment, his brain scolds him for not remembering his precious little girl who loves him infinitely even when asleep. He hopes she’ll wake soon.
“Alright, you two. We’ll take it from here.”
Immediately, Gojo freezes in panic. His instinct sets his Infinity to engulf Megumu and Ieiri. His next thought was- how did they sneak up on me? Gojo panics as he realizes they have seen him cradling Megumi, consoling him with all the gentleness he could muster. They have witnessed his weakness. They have already taken one from him, and Gojo would be damned if anyone takes another child.
His Six Eyes snap at the two intruders, and it takes him—oh, it’s his students. And they are already half-running towards the door.
As soon as the infirmary doors shut to a close, Gojo feels the heated gaze of his friend.
“You didn’t have to scare them like that,” she scolds. “Now they’ll have more questions after Fushiguro’s back to normal.”
Gojo does feel a vague sense of guilt. He didn’t mean to have his students feel threatened by him. He was just caught unaware for the first time in a long time. It didn’t help that Megumi suddenly became smaller and more affectionate, reminding him of precious memories. His brain had thought there was a Fushiguro Toji-level threat like it does every time someone close comes to him without noticing.
“It’ll fade away in a few hours or days, by the way,” Shoko murmurs, her hands going for a cigarette. “He’ll be back to normal in a few. But you already knew that.”
Gojo slaps her hand before she even reaches a cigarette. Shoko takes one look at Megumi and sighs. She takes in the sight before her.
“Feeling sentimental?” She asks.
Gojo hugs Megumi a little tighter. He closes his eyes and lets himself hold the child. Gojo breathes in his scent and relishes the feeling of his child in his arms. He feels Megumi’s spiky hair softly poking his neck, his warmth; he faintly smells Megumi’s childhood shampoo. He feels Megumi squeeze back. “Let me have this.”
Teenage Megumi would never let him hug him with this much vulnerability, which was fine. Gojo loves teenage Megumi as much as he loves this child version of him, but he rarely asks for him anymore. It makes Gojo feel silly to reminisce like he’s past 50 years old when he’s just 27, but in his humble and correct opinion- he was a teenage dad.
“Never do that again,” Megumi scolds him, voice a little muffled. “I’ll hate you if you do. I’ll hate you. I will.” Each word spoken was more determined after the next, bringing another smile to Gojo’s face. They both know Megumi does not mean it. They both know Gojo would never leave him. Not willingly.
lmk what you think! i'd love to hear comments, your thoughts and whatever this fic made you feel. i'd also appreciate constructive criticism <33
Huge spoilers for Jjk season 2
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(𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝)
I know it's been awhile since I've done one of these, I prolly got the number wrong but whatever. It's nice to see y'all! 😁 All distractions aside lately I've been thinking about yuji. A LOT. On Tumblr everyone gets inspired by everyone and that's what made this yuji monstrosity 💀.
So, yuji is such a nice, amazing boyfriend and he will stay like that forever as long as he gets an incentive.😏 He'll be super nice and then bam! Got your face shoved into a mattress taking backshots while he runs his fingers down the lines that run up and down your back.
All while doing the Following; teasing your clit, kissing from your neck all the way to your waist, using his spit as a lubricant and sticking him thumb into your nice asshole and a whole bunch of other outlandish stuff while moaning your name and praising you. What a man right?
I mean we all know he's a canon ass guy so like..... Ofcoursehewantstotryanal. HEY,HEY 👋🏾👋🏾 I DON'T MAKE THE RULES. I JUST WORK HERE. Dude is a certified freak in the sheets. Like when I'm eating your cunt I want your legs to tighten so tightly around my head that I get a headache and blood stops circulating through my head and I pass out with my face still buried in your cunt.
NIGGA WHAT!? HES SO WEIRD. but I love it
Also I'm waiting for the day megumi joins in a 3some with you guys that will just be an awful idea because fushiguro was already like 7/10 this an awful idea. then when he sees yuji feeling all up on you he's like 5/10 I don't even belong here. Finally when yuji starts doing all of his weird kinky shit megumi is gonna jump out the window of a multistory house with no pants on like the spider-man😭😭
He could do one with Choso but that will take a long time of convincing and mental preparation because he would be having a midlife crisis trying to figure out what's acceptable and what's not. Bless his poor heart.
But yeah if I don't stop writing now I never will. So this is it for this RSTPIMM. Ty you for coming to my unsolicited ranting
My next RSTPIMM will prolly be on this goober
Credit to: @koifly they're absolutely awesome
Apparently Miles is a JJK fan (in the comics)
If you put these two in a room together I think the result would be adorable 🥺
MMMGHHH I LOVE BIG BROTHERS 🤭
check out mine and @comradeghosty ’s collab where they wrote a short story about these sillies!
using the term useless homosexual at any chance given from now on
happy Valentine’s Day!!💘
yan!jjk - who's most likely to kidnap you?
8- Toji Fushiguro
Okay listen, the only reason this guy isn't kidnapping you is because he's living at YOUR house. You make the money, and he trusts you to be fine on your own. The worse he'd possibly do is keep you on house arrest so he can make sure you're safe and it ends very shortly. Over all he can't afford (literally) to not have you go outside.
7- Yuji Itadori
This is mostly the same reason as Toji's - he doesn't have his own house. The dorm is very cramped for two people and even then someone would notice the noise. But the most important reason, Itadori doesn't want to ruin your trust! What if you never want to hug him again???? He doesn't want to see you sad! You're perfectly fine at your own house right now!
6- Megumi Fushiguro
While it's very likely that he could kidnap you as he has a house, the house is the problem. He lives with Gojo, and he doesn't think kidnapping would just be excused. Even if Gojo excused it, he'd feel sorrow for all the annoyance Satoru would cause.
5- Choso Kamo
I feel like Choso would be very guilty of kidnapping you. Just like Itadori, it'd break his heart seeing you so sad. The only difference is he can keep you trapped in Dagon's domain! It's a lovely place so perhaps you'd get used to it.
4- Kento Nanami
Nanami is very middle of the road. On one hand, if you had some kind of disability or you were sick (see sick!reader fic), he'd kidnap you. He doesn't want your safety to be risked at all. But if you are none of those, he wouldn't see a reason to, he'd much rather coax you into moving in with him rather than ruining your relationship entirely.
3- Suguru Geto
Suguru is kidnapping you, no questions asked. You think he's just going to let you run amock and get killed because of your connections to him?? No no, you're much safer inside the cult, where no one can get you without passing the sorcerers. He's definitely a bit lax when it comes to you going outside- as long as it's with someone he trusts.
2- Satoru Gojo
It's not safe for you to date AND roam around. Satoru's being constantly targeted by curses and curse users! They're going to use you one way or another! You're never leaving, that's the point. But it's okay! He'll still bring you your favorite food! And you still have him to talk to! Do you have a death wish asking for him to be a bit more relaxed about this? Don't you care about him!!!
1- Ryomen Sukuna
It's Sukuna. What'd you expect? He wouldn't even let you MINGLE with other humans before you're on house arrest. You must always be near him, who'd even try to damage the most protected human? He does not PLAY about this, he makes sure that Uraume keeps an eye on you when he can't be there, and his servants are the utmost loyal to him. You're not getting away- ever.
Nice sketch of these three lovelies that i may never finish but I love despite it🖤🤎🩷
(Edit:...I just realized I forgot Yuujis under eye marks... we're gonna ignore that..)
Got bored and re-drew some random scenes i could find on Google (one of which i found thanks to my friend- ty Blu🥲)
Time Traveler and the Immortal who will wait for him always, no matter how long it takes.
(HEAVILY inspired by Midnight at The Pera Palace on Netflix, other then the Immortal part, of course)
Pose found on Pinterest!
has to be one of my favorite Fics this year, and so I had to make some Fanart for it- (also forgot to post it here too, I posted it on Twitter a while ago and completely forgot about Tumblr XD)
You Can find the fic here!! VV
(pose based off of this ship prompt VV)
Symbiote Sukuna and Spider-Man Yuuji!
Inspired by this post by @kingofanemptyworld
Parental Nanami Fanfiction
Summary-
Between Gojo's annoying presence and Yuuji's school, Nanami can't seem to catch a break.
Or
A fic where Nanami is Yuuji's dad, and Yuuji's school isn't the best.
Not my normal One Piece content- but after finishing the second season of JJk it's been plaguing me, so here ya go friends.
as much as i love to see evil twisted little freaks, there is just something way more compelling about characters who are unflinchingly Good and kind despite the horrors they've endured
See them (and me) at #CA9!!
This is all we need as a jjk fan 😭🙏🏻
My copium au where they get to grow up
winter break