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List of people I fear facing the most

- Satoru Gojo (I imagine a Satoru Gojo all excited like an excited rabbit, his dick erect in front of me, I'm afraid for the future and my life. 👀👀)

- Nanami Kento (This guy hits me like he did to Haruta Shigemo, I don't get up from the ground anymore. but hey. I want to be his little submissive wife at home 👀👀)

- Ranelle

- Ranelle Brown

- Ranelle's anger

- Ranelle Brown's anger live

Truly, I have never been so afraid of person.

Be careful, all this is just tongue-in-check, for people who know her, Ranelle is a wonderful and admirable person who has values ​​to which she holds enormously ;)

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Satoru Gojo ( Husband) x Reader ( Wife )

- Angst ; Fluff and Angst….

Don't hesitate to leave comments to give me your opinions :) Comments motivate me to write more, and allow me to listen to your opinions and feelings to write things that please you :)

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To many, the logic behind your marriage to Satoru Gojo seemed completely absurd.

Stupid, senseless, pointless.

That’s what they thought, but it was so far from the truth. You and Gojo knew that.

Yes, it was irrational, but it was also necessary.

Sometimes, you didn’t need to understand everything perfectly; you just had to hold on to what worked, to what kept you both afloat. Maybe deep down, you were even more aware of it than he was, because despite his arrogance and detached demeanor, he didn’t always realize the depth of his own needs.

What an idiot.

This marriage wasn’t about romance or passion, and neither you nor Gojo were searching for that. It wasn’t a fairy tale with love declarations under the stars or impulsive outbursts of passion. No, it was far simpler than that, and yet so much more complicated.

Practical.

A win-win, as you both liked to say.

For Gojo, it was a form of stability, an anchor in a world where everything, including himself, could spiral into the infinite.

For you, it was the assurance of never being alone again. Each of you found what you needed, without pretense, without lies.

Gojo needed affection. It was almost laughable when you thought about it. Him, the man who seemed to have it all, the sorcerer no one could touch, the strongest of his generation. The strongest.

The strongest.

But you knew better than anyone. He needed to feel a connection, to have someone by his side who didn’t just see the legendary figure of the Gojo clan, but the man behind the blindfold. The man who hid so much, concealed behind his mocking smiles and nonchalant gestures.

Of course, he would never admit it. His pride was too immense, his ego too deeply ingrained for him to confess that he needed you.

But the facts were there.

And they would always be there.

As for you, it was simpler. You didn’t want to be alone anymore.

In a world as brutal and unpredictable as that of sorcerers, loneliness was an enemy as deadly as the curses themselves. The nights could be long and cold, and even surrounded by other sorcerers, colleagues, or friends, you could still feel an unfillable void.

Gojo filled that void, even if he wasn’t the most tender or attentive husband.

Your relationship was… different. But it worked.

You understood each other, each instinctively knowing how far the other could go. You were compatible, not in the romantic sense that so many people desperately sought, but in a much more fundamental way.

You were sorcerers.

Both of you knew death, horror, and the brutality of the world you lived in. You had seen comrades fall, innocent people devoured by curses invisible to the eyes of civilians. You knew that happiness, or at least the fantasy version of it, wasn’t necessarily for you. But what you had built together—this stability, this mutual respect—was enough.

However, love had no place in it. Love was a curse, not the kind you would fight, but a curse just as vicious.

Then there was something else. Gojo didn’t exhaust you, at least not in the way others did. He had this unique ability to walk that fine line between irritating and amusing. His presence was never overwhelming, even with his oversized ego. Unlike many, he didn’t smother you with unreasonable expectations or excessive emotional needs.

He gave you the space you needed, while still being there when necessary. And you did the same for him.

Behind his “strongest in the world” façade, he sometimes needed to be brought back to reality, and you were there for that.

You had your routines, almost mundane. He teased you constantly, always trying to get a reaction from you, whether with a sarcastic comment or an exaggeratedly affectionate gesture. He called you “Diva” when he wanted to annoy you, but within that nickname, there was a form of tenderness he didn’t know how to express any other way. And you played along, responding to his provocations with your own humor, always aware of the fragile balance you maintained.

Sometimes, you were more like old friends than a couple. In fact, you were friends, but now that you were married, you resembled an old couple more than a young one.

You understood each other without the need for words.

There were moments when you could spend hours together in silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

And then there were times when the teasing became more direct, more physical. Gojo wasn’t a shy man. He knew what he wanted, and he never had a problem letting you know, one way or another.

The moments when he touched you, when he held you, were rare, but those were the times when you often cried. Every time. Mostly because you were unhappy. Or tired. Or because you were in pain.

He grew cold every time you cried.

Every time.

Some said you were made for each other, while others claimed you were completely mismatched. But deep down, you had never needed the approval of others.

You lived in your own bubble, isolated from external judgments, and that suited you perfectly.

Satoru Gojo wasn’t an easy man to love, but you had never sought ease. You had chosen this man because you knew he would understand you, that he would be there, even if he never said so.

In the end, your marriage made sense. It might have been incomprehensible to others, but it was logical to you.

Gojo had never needed a woman to idolize him, and you had never needed a man to shower you with grand declarations of love.

On the days when he returned from particularly grueling missions, his shoulders heavy, his piercing blue eyes hidden behind his black blindfold, he didn’t need to speak for you to understand. You knew when silence was necessary, when you just needed to be there. On those nights, you didn’t say anything. He would drop beside you in bed, muscles tense, his mind probably consumed by everything. By everything but you.

In quieter moments, when you found yourselves sharing a meal in silence, or sitting side by side after a long day, you didn’t necessarily talk about important things. The mundane conversations often took over, and that was just fine. “You should’ve seen Yuji and Nobara’s faces; both of them totally wanted to kill me,” Gojo would sometimes say with a mischievous smile. And you would chuckle softly, savoring those moments.

You complemented each other, not in a romanticized, idealistic sense. Gojo provided a form of protection, not because you needed it as a sorcerer, but because he gave you a sense of comfort and security you couldn’t find elsewhere. And you offered him stability.

A long-lasting, durable stability.

The nights when he would wake up in a cold sweat, his body tense from nightmares he never shared, you would be there to place a reassuring hand on his back, cuddle him without a word, or tell him to go back to sleep as you let him snuggle against your chest.

He didn’t need to explain.

And you didn’t need to ask.

To some, it might have seemed emotionless.

But for you, it was the perfect balance.

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Silence filled the room, broken only by the soft rustle of sheets as you turned, sinking deeper into the mattress. The atmosphere of the bedroom, bathed in the gentle glow of dimmed lamps, breathed a tranquility that only fatigue could bring after a long day of exorcism. Gojo had just emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp, a few droplets of water hitting the wooden floor as he dressed as casually as possible, wearing only sweatpants and a loose top.

“Hey, did you wash before diving into bed?” The question slipped naturally from your lips as you stared at the ceiling, your thoughts lazily drifting. You knew he had, but it had become a kind of ritual between you two, and besides, you were particular about cleanliness, hating the idea of anyone entering the bed with the dirt of the day or wearing outside clothes.

Gojo stopped at the foot of the bed, a mischievous pout on his face. “No, Diva, I just spent half an hour under hot water without washing, just to annoy you.” He rolled his eyes before collapsing onto the bed beside you, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

With a satisfied sigh, his muscles finally relaxed. He turned his head toward you.

“We haven’t done it in a while, have we?” he said, his voice slightly husky from the warmth of the shower. He turned to you, his face buried in the pillow, strands of damp hair sticking to his skin.

His tone was detached, almost indifferent, but you knew this man better than anyone. Satoru Gojo had this strange way of addressing the most intimate subjects with a disarming nonchalance.

You sighed, turning your gaze toward the window. “I’m on my period,” you lied, your tone flat, almost apologetic. You knew it wasn’t true, but the thought of giving in tonight seemed exhausting, and besides, you had a lot to do tomorrow morning. The idea of stumbling around or being sore all morning wasn’t appealing. You loved Gojo, even if it wasn’t passionate love, but not tonight.

He mumbled something, buried under the sheets, a barely audible complaint. “You’re a terrible liar, you know,” he muttered, but without pushing further. Gojo knew when to push and when to let go, one of his rare relational skills, considering his overblown ego. “We can still cuddle, can’t we?” he finally asked, a hint of poutiness in his voice.

Cuddle. The word seemed so out of place coming from him. This man, who could manipulate the very space between objects, who could annihilate enemies with a single look, and yet, here, in this bedroom, he was asking… for cuddles. He puffed his cheeks, almost childlike, waiting for your answer.

Your heart tightened for a moment, a mix of tenderness and resignation. It was always like this with Gojo. He never directly asked for what he really needed. He wasn’t just this giant of power and arrogance, but sometimes, like tonight, he was just a man…

“Alright, come here, idiot.” You reached out an arm to pull him toward you, and he let you, like a big kid, nestling his head against your chest, his massive body pressing against yours. Silence resumed its reign, interrupted only by Gojo’s breathing, which gradually calmed.

“You know,” he murmured after a long while, his voice soft and almost asleep, “I hate it when you fake having your period. You’re a bad liar.” He couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, even though his eyes were already half-closed.

A small, involuntary smile tugged at your lips. “I’m sorry for not being as good as you at hiding things.”

His laugh slowly faded, and you felt his arms tighten around you a bit more. There was something comforting in that simple gesture.

You felt the warmth of his body, the heaviness of his breaths deepening as he slowly began to drift into sleep. “Hmm… Thanks,” he whispered faintly, barely audible, but you knew it was sincere, and only then did you feel Gojo’s arms also wrap around your waist.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself slowly drift into sleep.

Why was it so hard to breathe? Why did your heart ache so much?

Love. It’s a vicious curse.

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Everyday fluff, that's good, right?

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Satoru Gojo x Reader ( Girlfriend )

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It wasn’t every day that Gojo had a day off, and you were well aware of that, but honestly, you also knew that it was today or never. A few weeks ago, he had thrown away your boots, thinking they were in too bad of a condition and that you wouldn’t wear them anymore. It just so happened that on that very day, you had wanted to wear that specific pair. Honestly, Gojo’s face, all confused at first, then realizing what he’d done and trying to hide his mistake, was pretty funny. The way he almost seemed to feel bad despite attempting to appear nonchalant about it made it even better.

But the bottom line was, you no longer had your boots.

And you needed boots.

Which led you here with Gojo, in the bustling Shibuya mall, alive with the energy of civilians. Everywhere you looked, children followed their parents, others strayed off a bit, and you were pretty sure you had seen a married couple having a public argument. You even had to pull Gojo away from a candy store because he lingered too long. “We’ll come back once we’re done,” you had promised him, already regretting that commitment a little. Anyway, the shop windows sparkled under the artificial light, the brightness almost overwhelming after a few seconds, to the point of being unpleasant. You blinked, feeling the light burn your retinas as people passed by in a constant dance of movement. The shoe store that caught your interest was tucked away in a quieter corner of the mall, far from the bustling crowds, probably because there weren’t many people shopping in luxury stores. The two of you were isolated from the frantic masses. The contrast between the hustle of the mall and this quiet, intimate moment was striking.

You had just tried on a pair of boots—simple yet elegant, perfect for the season. You tapped your foot on the ground, considering how the shoes felt, and noted that they seemed a little roomy, making you think about trying a smaller size just to compare. You stood in front of a mirror, carefully assessing how the boots affected your overall silhouette. Your hair, neatly tied in a ponytail, swayed gently as you turned slightly from side to side, trying to get a better angle to appreciate the details of the shoes.

You glanced at your boyfriend. Honestly, you wanted Gojo’s opinion, but you already knew that he wasn’t exactly the most objective when it came to you.

Actually, he was never objective with you.

Your eyes shifted toward Gojo, who stood leaning against a wall, arms crossed, a slightly goofy smile on his face. You already knew that asking for his opinion was pointless. With him, objectivity didn’t exist. You turned toward him, hoping for a moderate reaction, maybe a simple comment about the color or style. “What do you think of these? They’re a bit different from the old ones,” you said.

You didn’t even get a chance to finish your sentence before you saw the playful gleam in Gojo’s eyes. A gleam you knew all too well. Before he even spoke, you raised your hand, trying to stop him.

“No… don’t even think about it, Satoru,” you said with a resigned sigh.

But it was too late. Gojo approached you with that mischievous, almost childish smile that betrayed his true intentions.

“I’ll buy them for you if you do a little spin, just to show me how well they fit,” he said.

You exhaled noisily.

You knew very well that Gojo had never been capable of giving an impartial opinion when it came to you. To him, everything you wore was perfect. But at that particular moment, you needed a solid answer. You wanted to know if these boots could really replace your old ones.

“Honestly,” you said, crossing your arms, “what do you think of the boots?”

Gojo raised an eyebrow as if the question itself was absurd. He leaned slightly toward you, his lips stretching into an even wider smile, clearly amused by his inability to give a serious response.

“If you want my opinion, I prefer you without shoes,” he said.

You let out an exasperated sigh but couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “Satoru, I’m serious. These boots. Yes or no?”

Gojo pretended to think seriously, pursing his lips, but his eyes still sparkled with that constant amusement.

“They’re… fine, I guess? But, you know, you could buy two different pairs and wear them together. That’d be more fun,” he said with a laugh.

You shot him a look that clearly said, Why did I bring you with me?

He straightened up, stretched his arms behind his head, and let out an exaggerated sigh, as if the entire process of shopping was exhausting him, even though he had barely moved.

“Well, you know what? No matter what you choose, I’ll buy those shoes for you. Pick several pairs if you want. It’s on me. And then, we’ll go get those candies you promised. Deal?” he said, flashing that disarming grin that always made it hard to stay frustrated with him for long.

You blinked once, twice, weighing his offer. It wasn’t that you couldn’t afford the shoes yourself, but there was something endearing about how Gojo, with all his power and wealth, still found joy in these small, silly gestures. Rolling your eyes but smiling, you finally nodded, deciding to take advantage of the situation.

“Fine,” you said, half-laughing at his enthusiasm. “But don’t blame me if I take forever to choose.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, leaning against the wall again, hands deep in his pockets, looking far too pleased with himself.

So, you ended up grabbing two more pairs of shoes, one more elegant and sleek, another more comfortable for everyday wear. If Gojo was offering, why not? You approached the cashier, balancing the boxes in your arms, while Gojo trailed behind, whistling lightly, clearly pleased that his bribe of candies had worked.

When you reached the register, you set the boxes down with a quiet thud, and the cashier began scanning them, oblivious to the silent conversation between you and Gojo. He stood beside you, still whistling, hands tucked in his jacket pockets, his expression the epitome of nonchalance. But as the cashier rang up the items and the total flashed on the screen—an absurd amount typical of luxury stores—you couldn’t help but wince slightly. It wasn’t like Gojo would bat an eye at the cost, but still, the sheer number made you feel just a tiny bit guilty.

“Will that be cash or card?” the cashier asked, looking at you as if assuming you were the one who would pay.

You smirked, an idea forming in your mind, and without hesitation, you replied, “My husband will pay.”

Beside you, Gojo, who had been idly checking his phone, froze mid-scroll. His head snapped up so fast you were almost surprised he didn’t give himself whiplash. His sunglasses obscured his eyes, but you could still sense the shock radiating from him. Husband? The word seemed to hang in the air between you for a split second, heavier than you had expected it to be. You could practically feel his mind trying to process what you had just said.

“…Husband?” he murmured softly, as if testing the word, more to himself than to you.

You said nothing, biting your lip to hide the grin threatening to break out. You could almost hear the gears turning in his head as he tried to wrap his mind around the label. He blinked, slowly at first, then faster, a mix of confusion and amusement crossing his features. Finally, a slow smile spread across his face, a smug, satisfied expression you knew all too well.

“Well,” he said, drawing out the word, clearly enjoying the moment, “if my wife says so…”

With that, he pulled out his card and handed it to the cashier, who remained blissfully unaware of the little game playing out between you two. As the transaction was completed, Gojo leaned down slightly, his voice low but laced with amusement as he whispered, “You know, you calling me your husband just made my whole day.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a laugh. “Don’t get used to it, Satoru. It was just for fun.”

“Oh, I’m definitely getting used to it,” he replied, his grin widening as he grabbed the shopping bags and started walking ahead of you toward the exit.

You followed behind, shaking your head but unable to suppress the smile creeping across your face. Gojo was insufferable sometimes—arrogant, playful, always pushing your buttons—but you wouldn’t trade moments like this for anything. There was something oddly comforting about his presence, even when he was being his usual over-the-top self.

As the two of you made your way out of the store and back into the bright, bustling mall, Gojo’s whistling resumed, and you realized he was now in an even better mood than before. The thought of heading back to the candy store lingered in the air, and you knew there was no way you could avoid it now.

“Alright, alright,” you said, surrendering to the inevitable. “Let’s go get your candy. I did promise, after all.”

Gojo’s face lit up, and he immediately quickened his pace, practically dragging you through the mall like an excited child. “You won’t regret this!” he said, his tone filled with that same infectious energy he always carried.

As you were whisked past more shop windows, you couldn’t help but reflect on the absurdity of the situation. Here you were, one of the most powerful exorcists in the world casually dragging you through a crowded mall, all for some sweets. And yet, in the midst of all the chaos, it felt strangely… normal.

After a short walk, you reached the candy store Gojo had been eyeing earlier, and as expected, he dove in with all the enthusiasm you’d come to expect from him. You watched, half-amused, half-exasperated, as he carefully selected an assortment of candies, his face a picture of concentration as if this were the most important task in the world.

“You’re really going all out, huh?” you said, leaning against the counter as he filled a bag to the brim.

“Hey, I don’t get to do this every day,” he replied without looking up, his tone light but tinged with that same playful arrogance.

You chuckled softly. “True, I guess.”

Once he had finally gathered his stash, Gojo paid for the sweets—still beaming, of course—and the two of you made your way out of the store. The mall’s bright lights and bustling crowds still surrounded you, but as Gojo happily munched on his candy, something about the moment felt intimate, as though the rest of the world had faded away.

It wasn’t the kind of grand, romantic gesture most people would expect from a relationship, but with Gojo, it was perfect in its own weird way.

“So,” Gojo said around a mouthful of candy, “now that I’ve fulfilled my end of the deal, what’s next? More shopping? Fancy lunch? Or do you just want to keep calling me your husband?”

You laughed, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. “Let’s start with lunch, and then we’ll see.”

Gojo grinned, popping another candy into his mouth. “Sounds like a plan, Mrs Gojo"

And despite yourself, despite knowing that he’d probably tease you about it for weeks, you found that you didn’t really mind the sound of that title at all.

He seems genuinely pleased, maybe even a little too pleased.

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Make me write about Satoru Gojo, I beg you. fluff, smut, angst, let me be dominated by this sorcerer….

my inbox for Gojo is open. i will try to resume writing regularly

+ Please be clear with your requests 😭 English is not my native language, so I have difficulty understanding typical English or American expressions or others, thank you for your understanding!

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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Be careful to spoil

When I saw the last chapter of Jujutsu Kaisen, I was in the lecture hall of my university class. I was in tears, and my friend drew me a little drawing to “comfort” me.

it's funny and not funny at the same time… ||^||

She does very nice drawings (Mainly images/picture that she redraws in her own way)

Instagram : your_cute_waifu

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ok I need a little help, I'm looking for a story about Mikey that I had read on Archives.

Basically, it was either an X Reader or an X Oc, I'm not sure... but the story takes place during the original timeline, where Mikey falls into a vegetative state.

In this story Reader meets Mikey while he is in a vegetative state, Reader is the sister of a friend of Shinichiro. She gets attached very quickly to Mikey, she comes to see him at the hospital every day, plays with him even if he can't, just spends time with him. There's even a moment when Wakaso tells Shinichiro that maybe Reader likes Mikey.

Afterwards, a man rapes Reader, she stops visiting Mikey, Shinichiro's gang finds the guy who is Reader's comrade, Reader's brother kills him and he is imprisoned. Shortly after Mikey dies around the age of 14-15, Shinichiro is devastated by his brother's death and Reader's condition. He becomes the time traveler who manages to save his brother from his fall.

Thereafter, he returns to the present, but some year before Mikey's death (when he was around 10-12 instead of 14-15) and the drama of Reader. Mikey is alive and well and in normal condition, however in this new timeline he learns that Reader and Mikey never met. Afterwards, Sanzu comes because he is the trigger and he remembers everything (Original timeline events, Shinichiro's suicide...)

Then, I don't really know how but, Shinichiro asks about Reader and he learns that in this new timeline Reader was raped earlier than in the original and that she and her brother moved in... by the way. later, Shinichiro meets them, during this timeline Reader is totally traumatized and his brother was not imprisoned by the guy who raped his sister was never found by Shinichiro's gang.

Sanzu remembers Reader and was very grateful to him for taking care of Mikey while he was in this state. Sanzu decides to protect Reader, and he kills the guy who raped him (In my memories, implied in the story)

Shinichiro sincerely hopes that Mikey can succeed in being Reader's friend (Even though Mikey finds Shinichiro's behavior strange, especially when he insists on Mikey being his friend and more, he decides to do his best to to be able to become his friend)

Afterwards, when Mikey creates his gang, Sanzu asks to be Reader's protector.

Okay... I said basically but I just told you a summary of all the chapters that was available about a few months or even 1 year ago. I really want to see if this story has continued, if so, I absolutely want to read it again but I can't find it anymore... I hope someone can help me...

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Back again 👀👀👀

How would Gojo react if his s/o dressed as him? Like he’s back from work or he walks in on them- can be up up you!

I can imagine the reader giggling to themselves while trying not to trip over Gojo’s trousers BC WHY IS HE SO TALL???

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Tags: Fluff, crack, reader is implied to be short but lets all agree that Satoru is just a fucking buff giant. Why is he built like that. I'll stop ranting-

Synopsis: Gojo sees you cosplaying as him

A/N: I had to add stupidity to this.

"Perfect!!" You exclaim styling your white hair wig. Now all that's remaining is, do work with Satoru's humongous clothes. He was already giant yet his uniform is fucking baggy, which just increases your problems.

The amount of pins you had to use to make his pants fit you already have your hands aching. His top is a fucking dress and you think you're gonna cry. But it's too late to stop. Continuing to put on the white mascara on your eyelashes and checking if the blindfolds fit you-

"FUCK YOU SATORU" You scream trying to get rid of the anger his size is giving you. You just want to get ready before he arrives home. You just tear up the blindfold since you're now too lazy to make proper adjustments, it's just easier if you tie up a knot.

Finally, you put on the ridiculous wig. Yes, it's absolutely absurd that you decided the wig hair length should make up for the difference in height.

Oh lord this get up is hilarious. You're shaking trying to control the laughter while looking at yourself in the mirror. Unwilling to ruin your mascara, you decide to get up and wait for Satoru in the living room. You text Satoru that you "need him" before putting on the blindfolds again, manspreading and sitting like him with a wide smile anticipating his arrival any time now.

It doesn't take him more than twenty minutes to hurriedly unlock your door. But this is not what he was envisioning, nonetheless he is not disappointed.

"Im hOO-" he stops mid sentence removing his blindfolds so he can properly look at you for a couple of seconds before bursting into his loud hyena laughter, clutching onto the door knob for support because lord you knocked the air out of his lungs in the most comical way. You would've looked so cute if it wasn't for that darned wig of yours.

"Laughing at the strongest? That's not a very good idea" You choke out trying to control your laughter, biting your inner cheek.

He's wheezing oh so loudly now and closing the door behind him, so he can go to you and sit beside you. He fails to form any sentence whenever he even glaces at you- both of you are now trying to control your laughter, just wanting to breathe for a moment.

"C-can I have a pic-" He wheezes so loudly he starts coughing and at this point both of you have tears of laughter running down your face.

"Yes you may, my dear FAN" you yell the newfound nickname with your cracking voice sending the both of you into another fit of laughter.

It takes you both a solid while to calm down before he can have a photoshoot with you while recording the entire thing with another camera so he doesn't miss out any moments.

You both also record a tiktok with team rocket's motto, but instead of meowth there's an abrupt cut of you tripping over his damned long pants and your wig falling off your head with a screech and him trying to save you- the video goes viral overnight.

What others don't see is how you tripping caused a loud rip of his pants from your toe till your knee as the stiff wig falls with a thud on the ground and you both are rolling on the floor laughing again.

You best believe this man has tucked away the clothes you wore today, as he would say, "to keep the memories safe" but lets ignore how he made the wig a table decoration.

I'm 5'3- so imagining a whole foot long wig standing is fucking killing me.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[MASTERLIST]

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Hi~~ The inbox for Vinland Saga is open (I'm only writing for Thorfinn at the moment :))))

I just watched the Vinland Saga anime. And I read the manga so much I liked the story.

However, I have a few things to say. I know you don't give a damn but I don't care so read or leave.

So, I saw that many people were very disappointed with the anime season 2. (and some make hateful comments about season 2)

Honestly, I myself was disappointed when I saw season 2. I really liked Thorfinn, the fights were breathtaking...

And that's why I went to read the manga. Because hey, it's impossible to give an opinion on a work by only watching the anime (which isn't even finished)

And I realized one thing.

Vinland saga is not a quest for power or revenge ( Otherwise it would have been called Revenge saga? ) No Vinland Saga is a story of quest and deep adventure through Thorfinn who literally became a "monster" (End of Official Summary: Thorfinn has become cold and lonely, a prisoner of his past and unable to move on. Until life forces him to look at the World differently)

Season 1 is just a tiny part of the story, it's just a prologue, just a way to introduce Thorfinn's character and his past.

Season 2 is character development (Until life forces him to look at the world differently)

Vinland Saga is above all a moral. Man becomes evil by receiving power, but man is naturally good, men were equal, free, wise, and passive. What has made man evil is war and appropriation. (The natives are a good example, among them, there was no property, there was not just one man who came to appropriate land to the detriment of others. They are therefore completely passive, therefore they have no enemies)

In short, Vinland saga is not just about people killing each other. It's an adventure. (Hence the name Thorfinn, he was an Icelandic explorer who searched for Vinland)

I can't wait for the sequel to the manga.

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Friendly advice, do not drink two dalgona coffees in the evening. That's a very bad idea.

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It's currently 10 p.m. at my house, everyone, and I'm having an asthma attack (Although I'm not asthmatic...)

Aranara Mafia AU

-> Pt. 1

It's been a few weeks since the disappearance of the "Impostor", and things still aren't turning out for the best, every nation is going through a horrible famine.

It got so bad to the point where Mondstadt had to ration their food and some shops went bankrupt from how dry the land was.

The issue is, even if they had land, no matter how many seeds they buy to grow fruits or vegetables, they'd always disappear overnight. The Acting Grandmaster, Jean, suspects that the treasure hoarders have been stealing grain and the missing stock of seeds.

One day, on a late night stroll, she finally caught a treasure hoarder stealing from a closed shop near Dawn Winery. She tied him up and brought him back to the Knights of Favonius' headquarters to be interrogated.

Weirdly enough, during the interrogation, the treasure hoarder seemed to be distracted, he seemed to be getting paler every minute, stuttering and on the verge of screaming at every question given.

But suddenly, mid-interrogation, there was a knock.

Jean and the treasure hoarder notices this, but Jean ignores it and continues interrogating.

After a few seconds, the door slams open.

A small... cabbage..? In a suit with sunglasses came in, holding a briefcase. It sets the briefcase on Jean's desk before disappearing.

The treasure hoarder also disappears.

She then opens the briefcase, and inside of it was some mora, and leaves with some weird drawings and writings on it.

Jean is currently wondering if Lisa put something in her tea, or if overworking herself has been taking a toll on her mental health.

Meanwhile, in Vanarana

The treasure hoarder, who was being interrogated, is now being lectured, sworn at and kicked in the shins by around 6 aranara, who circle him.

The Creator sometimes regrets showing the Aranara movies with Mafia in them

-> Pt. 2

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I'm currently in tears 😂😂 luckily my parents can't read English 😭😭 I have to write something like this !

Oh god why do I feel like bachira is the type to do some goof shit like tapping ur pussy twice like “knock knock” with his dick before going in 😒

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OK, well, little rant because the behavior of certain people is starting to really piss me off.

I guess like most of you have seen the leak of Tokyo Revengers chapter 277, and the reactions, not going to lie, excessive?

When Mikey was at the end of his life, we were all there to beg the author to change that.

When finally everyone is saved, some people keep insulting the author, I mean, OK it's a rushed ending but you really think the author had a choice with the few chapters he had left ?

Honestly, just be happy with this happy ending, instead of crying for a yes or a no, the ending remains the author's, and you didn't have to threaten the author to change the ending.

Also, I love this ending, everyone was expecting Mikey becoming a time traveler (after learning that it was possible to give his power away.)

When Takemichi died, there were only two solutions, either Mikey committed suicide or he became a time traveler.

Mikey to travel far enough in time to help Takemichi save everyone.

Here's the most important thing now, Takemichi never went back to the future again (in my opinion), with Mikey's help he saved everyone, but the most intriguing thing about it is that Mikey and Takemichi are the only ones who know it, all the people who died, the time traveler principle, "Karma", even in the future (2017) no one knows that Takemichi was a time traveler.

However in my opinion, there will be a bad end too.

Firstly, Takemichi's group, Akkun etc have never seen him.

He and the others (Toman etc) never had such a good relationship (Much admired Takemichi) Chifuyu and he wouldn't have the same relationship for example.

And Hinata don't like Takemichi, Hinata fell in love with Takemichi when they were 12-13 years old (in chapter 277 they are 9-10 years old), you know the reason.

If Takemichi never returned to the future, Hinata never fell in love with him.

What I'm trying to say is that the happy ending is everyone's life saved.

The bad ending, is everything Takemichi has endured, will give up everyone's survival.

Or maybe I'm wrong. but hey what I'm trying to say is not to spit on this manga and on the author, I manga stays good, and the author gave the ending he wanted (even if I think that he was influenced )

Or else the author is an asshole, is in the last chapter which will be released next week, will learn that it is a dream of Mikey 😭

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OK, well, little rant because the behavior of certain people is starting to really piss me off.

I guess like most of you have seen the leak of Tokyo Revengers chapter 277, and the reactions, not going to lie, excessive?

When Mikey was at the end of his life, we were all there to beg the author to change that.

When finally everyone is saved, some people keep insulting the author, I mean, OK it's a rushed ending but you really think the author had a choice with the few chapters he had left ?

Honestly, just be happy with this happy ending, instead of crying for a yes or a no, the ending remains the author's, and you didn't have to threaten the author to change the ending.

Also, I love this ending, everyone was expecting Mikey becoming a time traveler (after learning that it was possible to give his power away.)

When Takemichi died, there were only two solutions, either Mikey committed suicide or he became a time traveler.

Mikey to travel far enough in time to help Takemichi save everyone.

Here's the most important thing now, Takemichi never went back to the future again (in my opinion), with Mikey's help he saved everyone, but the most intriguing thing about it is that Mikey and Takemichi are the only ones who know it, all the people who died, the time traveler principle, "Karma", even in the future (2017) no one knows that Takemichi was a time traveler.

However in my opinion, there will be a bad end too.

Firstly, Takemichi's group, Akkun etc have never seen him.

He and the others (Toman etc) never had such a good relationship (Much admired Takemichi) Chifuyu and he wouldn't have the same relationship for example.

And Hinata don't like Takemichi, Hinata fell in love with Takemichi when they were 12-13 years old (in chapter 277 they are 9-10 years old), you know the reason.

If Takemichi never returned to the future, Hinata never fell in love with him.

What I'm trying to say is that the happy ending is everyone's life saved.

The bad ending, is everything Takemichi has endured, will give up everyone's survival.

Or maybe I'm wrong. but hey what I'm trying to say is not to spit on this manga and on the author, I manga stays good, and the author gave the ending he wanted (even if I think that he was influenced )

Or else the author is an asshole, is in the last chapter which will be released next week, will learn that it is a dream of Mikey 😭

I'm not saying you can't think what you want of the work, just don't do it like SNK's commu (I'm not generalizing about this commu, I'm specifying)

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Damn but of course yes! I follow you

I’m going to Japan to battle Wakui over the custody of the child (Mikey)

Anyone wants to come with me?

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Things promised, things done, I decided to write a fanfiction where Mikey is going to be in a vegetative state, am I a bitch ? yes totally

I will post it very soon on tumblr, however for the moment it is available (The 1st chapter) on A03.

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The real villain of Tokyo Revengers ???

😕😕😕 let’s boycott this game