#Naoya... Lol

[yazzydream]

Jujutsu Kaisen 4th Popularity Poll Results

Updated my popularity poll table. This is sorted according to the fourth poll results.

It's interesting to see how the anime probably affected the results. For example, Mahito shot up by 10 places with 1,396 more votes. His seiyuu (Nobunaga Shimazaki), really was amazing in season 2.

Sukuna finally broke through Top 10 since the first poll.

Some rises makes me wonder if something happened in the JP fandom that gave them a burst of popularity. Like, Sasaki, the senpai from chapter 1 got 29 whole votes, putting her in 53rd. (Keep in mind that even Tengen only got 3 votes.)

Full sortable table here.

[inkjetpaladin]

Plop

Source

[panquequeart]

I don't know anything about baseball

Bonus:

In case you can't read my shit handwriting:

Nanjo: having the time of his life

Naoya: wishing he was at the casino

Mark: Doesn't know the fuck hidehiko wants

Brown: Asking Mark for gum so he can look cool

[attyammy]

wip wednesday :3

[harszion]

naorin photocards!!!!

[ayanominitrash]

Dowdy Dowdy (Naoya Zenin x reader)

I first posted this on Ao3 here.

"I'm here to talk to Naoya-senpai." You say, hands behind your back while staring at the ground. You can't stop the heat coming from your cheeks, coupled with your beating heart. "My next words are for him and him only." "Oh?" You look up and see that the tall senior before you have an eyebrow raised, and a hand on his hip. Where Naoya is your bully, but you love him anyway.

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A student of Jujutsu High, you were alone. You had no friends. People already assumed you're an awkward person because of that. You have helicopter parents preventing you from going outside after school, so you would be alone in your room. 

But Naoya-senpai was the only one who gave you the time of day, even if he was doing it just to bully you. Imposing his misogynistic ideals and telling you how a woman should be. He'd purposely foot his foot out to trip you, and he'd smack anything you're holding in your hands, saying "oops" before he continues walking. He even went as far as dumping his drink on you because he didn't like it. You like him regardless because he was the only one you can really have a conversation with.

The others saw how badly you were treated but no one stepped up or asked you if you were okay. It's not like you were looking for pity, that was the last thing you wanted. But you find it odd that no one else seemed to join in on your abuse. They'd stray away from you when you try and approach them to ask a question. Was it because they were afraid that they'd be bullied by Naoya-senpai as well if he saw them interacting with you? He once saw a few boys plotting something sinister on you, but he'd sneer at them, making them run away in fear and never look your way again. Or, were you really that awful that your peers couldn't even stand to be in the same room as you?

That's why, your interactions with Naoya-senpai, even if it was demeaning, you valued every second of it.

You'd get to hear his deep voice, all mocking and condescending. Nitpicking everything he considers a flaw in you. But you'd listen with helpless watery doe eyes cast on the floor, wringing your thumbs together. Naoya-senpai would ask you questions, mostly about why you were like this, if you knew this or that, only to say how unintelligent you are. And yet, he keeps talking to you every day. As if it was part of his routine. As if, he was constantly thinking of you.

That's why you stay, and listen. And your beating heart races every second you spend with him. Out of fear? Or perhaps, out of fondness for the senior. 

Naoya-senpai was known to be strong, smart, and excessively handsome. He'd have a different girl around his arm every now and then, and he'd show her off to you if you happen to bump into him in the hallways. Telling you she almost resembles a proper woman. 

He waves a hand. "She's not much, but maybe try? At least."

And the girls around him were pretty seniors. Far from your appearance. But that doesn't deter you. Even if he was with them, he'd still talk to you.

So one day, you finally muster all of the courage you had and walk up to Naoya-senpai at his usual hang-out spot at the side of the school. Talking to him alone was probably better, but there wasn't a time when he isn't surrounded by his usual 3 friends. 

"Hey, Dottie," Naoya-sama calls you by your usual nickname. He calls you Dottie because it's close to the word "dowdy", something he and everyone would always describe you as. "What do you think you're doing here? Don't you know it's inappropriate for a girl to meddle with a group of men?"

"Hey Naoya, this looks like a love confession!" One of his friends snickers, shaking your beloved senior's shoulders.

"Oh god, Naoya pulled a nerd!"

"What a slut!"

"I'm here to talk to Naoya-senpai." You say, hands behind your back while staring at the ground. You can't stop the heat coming from your cheeks, coupled with your beating heart. "My next words are for him and him only."

"Oh?"

You look up and see that the tall senior, before you have an eyebrow raised, and a hand on his hip.

"What do you have to say? You're wasting my time, Dottie."

"You heard him, scamper away chick."

"Get lost."

"Naoya-senpai!" You force your voice almost breaking, causing the group of men before you to quiet down. 

Your hands fly from behind you and you extend them in his direction while you bow. 

"I -I love you, Naoya-senpai! Please accept my feelings!"

A pause.

You waited. You waited for him to say something, or at least, pick up the drink you were offering him.

It was his favorite matcha tea drink. The one he always gets from the vending machines.

Suddenly, you hear hysterical laughter and peer up, only to find his friends laughing, but not him. 

He has his beautiful golden eyes on you, a big hand over his mouth, tapping his index finger as if he was thinking of something. 

"Do you hear that, Naoya?! I told you it was a love confession."

"Yow, this is crazy!"

"I can't believe it myself if I couldn't see it with my own eyes and hear it with my own ears!"

"Naoya-senapaii, oohhh, I love you! HAHAHA, man, what a joke!"

Naoya chuckles at his friends' antics, or maybe even at you, "Enough.

"Dottie, did you hit your head?"

His friends laugh again and your face pales as you retract your arms.

"N-no -"

"Did you really think I'd settle for someone like you? "

You try to swallow the lump in your throat."T-then, why would you talk to me, every day? S-surely it meant, y-you wanted - "

"What?" He scoffs. "Revolting, seriously. You must be as dense as ever. No, Dottie. I'm not interested, but maybe my friends would like to take you up on the offer?"

"Gross, dude, no!"

"What is this? Giving us hand-me-downs?"

Hands gripping tightly around the drink, you fight back the tears forming in your eyes. "I -I'm not stupid! I know you call me Dottie because I'm all frumpy and dowdy looking, but my feelings for you are real! Because -and -and, why do you make sure everyone else doesn't pick on me?! What does that mean?"

He looks at you as he tilts his head to the side as if he was dumbfounded. "Frumpy and dowdy?" He smirks. "Is that what you think?"

"You told me!"

"Hmm? I don't recall."

"Naoya-senpai -!"

"Alright, kid. Stop bothering Naoya, you're starting to get annoying."

"Scram or I'll make you."

You shoot him one last pleading look, "Naoya-senpai . . ."

He yawns. "Get out of my face."

The drink drops from your hand before you sprint away, his friends' laughter gets smaller and smaller the farther you run away as your tears finally fall down your cheeks.

You weren't stupid. You knew what he'd say.

But, you were determined to get your feelings out there. To be strong like your Naoya-senpai. But, as the tears flow down your cheeks. . . 

You feel weak as ever.

After the confession, you'd think the students would laugh at you when you enter the hallways but to your surprise, they kept on walking. 

Did the seniors not tell say anything about your confession?

You went on your school days as usual, alone. No one would talk to you and you'd absent-mindedly stare out the window or mess with your phone. The different thing about here is you avoid all the places you'd usually bump into Naoya-senpai. You'd eat lunch with the teachers in the faculty room. You walk the alternative path to some rooms. You'd skip out buying something from the cafeteria just to avoid him.

And when it can't be helped and you end up in the same space as him, you'll walk faster and purposely sidestep him, before he even opens his mouth. This happens a few times in a span of several weeks.

Until Naoya-senpai caught you on the rooftop after classes, under a golden sunset.

"Sorry, I'll leave."

The senior was standing in the doorway and immediately blocks your path. You freeze and you glare up at him, to which he just snickers.

"Oh? Where did that come from? Gotten a little strong since - "

"I'm sorry for bothering you. The rooftop is all yours."

You try to get past him again but he only leans an arm against the door frame, looking down at you.

"Knock it off, bitch. Can't you see I'm trying to talk to you?"

"I don't want to talk to you."

He smirks, "I thought you said you loved me?"

Your hands ball into fists at your sides.

"What's that? Do you want to hit me, Dottie?"

There's that nickname again.

"Please, I would like to leave."

"Why? But you love me. Why would you ever want to leave?"

"Let me through!"

You can stand his constant insults about your lack of intelligence and appearance, but you find it hard to stand there and hear him make fun of your feelings. 

It hurts too much.

So you try and get past him again, but he grabs both of your arms in a tight grip and pulls you close in front of him.

Too close.

And he was angry. His eyes were raging boring holes into yours. For the first time, you were scared of him.

"Did you say those words just to spite me?!"

"W-wha - "

"You were lying, weren't you? You were trying to make fun of me? Me?!"

You can feel his hot breath and a few of his spit hit your face as he shouts at you, deafening. The tears start streaming from your eyes and you start to sob.

"Y-you're hurting m-me - "

"You think it'd be easy? To fool me? You're wrong, Dottie!"

"I d-don't know what you're t-talking a -about -"

"You tell me you love me, then avoid me?! Are you dense?!"

Your eyes widen as you gasp up at him. His face was red in anger. The sunset's colors paint his face along with it.

And you think, even in his rage, he looks beautiful.

"Naoya-senpai. . ."

"What do you have to say for yourself?" He asks. He's finally stopped yelling.

"You. . .rejected my feelings."

With that, he lets go of your arms. You rub them, certain that they'll leave bruises. 

"You're so stupid. Of course, I did."

"And I know you'd do that." 

He raises an eyebrow at you. "How so?"

"How? Because you bully me every day!"

Naoya-senpai scoffs before walking towards the fence and sits down. You follow him and sit down next to him. The two of you let silence engulf the space around you. The sunset was turning to a chilly evening and you watch as birds flock in the sky amongst the clouds. You can hear the voices from below, and laughter from children and teenagers in the streets. The busy roads. The vendors. The sound of someone dribbling a basketball. 

You were listening to all of it with your Naoya-senpai beside you.

You turn your head a bit to look at him. His blond hair softly flows in the wind as he stares off into the sky. His golden eyes reflected the night's colors and what was left of the orange sunset.

He flicks his eyes down to you.

"What are you looking at?"

You immediately stare down at your lap. 

"Naoya-senpai... You said you... .wanted to talk to me."

"Hmm."

You wait for him to talk more, but he said nothing else. Only the sound of the breeze greeted you. 

After some time, he finally speaks.

"Gift of god."

"Huh?"

"In Greek, "Doron" means"gift" and "Theos" means "God".  Thus, the word Dorothea is equivalent to the 'gift of god.'"

You give him a confused look, to which he clicks his tongue.

"You're so slow. Do you even read any books?"

"I'm sorry, I'm having trouble understanding what you want to say."

"Dottie.

Dottie is a shortened term for Dorothea. Which meaning is also, gift of god."

You gasp.

At first, from his words. Then, what he was about to do next? 

He raises his hand to play with the end of your hair, almost absent-mindedly. And you can't help but feel your heart beating up in your throat.

"I have no excuse for my actions, but I do know I can't stand to end a day without speaking to you."

Your eyes widen at his words, rendering you speechless. 

"You're not just messing with me, are you?"

"What?" You blinked.

"When you said what you said."

"What I said?"

His brows furrowed in annoyance, letting go of your hair. "That you loved me."

"Would I have gone through that trouble?"

Naoya-senpai leans his head into his hand as he watches you. "You know, you ought to be careful, Dottie. You can't go falling for people who are mean to you." 

"Well, nobody else talks to me."

He smiles. "That's good then."

"That's good?"

He shrugs. "I have you all to myself."

You blush at his words and clutch at your chest. "Are you, toying with me again, Naoya-senpai? You can say anything about me all you want, but I can't handle you mocking my feelings."

"And what would convince you otherwise?"

You stay quiet.

"Oh? What a slut."

"I-I didn't even say anything!"

"I didn't even say anything either."

"But you -!"

"Settle down. Men don't like it when women gawk, you know."

"I don't care."

"You don't? You should if you ought to be with me."

You whip your head abruptly back at him "Huh?!"

He suddenly takes your hand in his and brought it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss.

You felt like your heart could explode.

"Naoya-senpai. . ."

"I think you should know, that I'll only hurt you."

"I don't care." You stare up at him with determination, eyes glistening with newfound hope.

"And I'll keep being mean to you."

"I don't care."

"But I'll make sure I'm the only one who does that."

He lets go of your hand to place his on top of your head. 

Your eyes grow wider, this time with your smile, "Okay."

Naoya-senpai gives you a smirk before standing up and waits for you to get up too. 

You follow his lead and the two of you leave the rooftop. Before you descend the stairs, you take one last look at the scene behind you.

This is where. . .Naoya-senpai made the effort to talk to you alone. where he displayed a rare kindness towards you. At the same moment, his captivating eyes mirrored the color of the sky.

"Hurry." The senior beckons.

This was where your heart was wholly his.

And his was yours. 

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i know naoya toxic and my writing and plot here was mid but I still love this anyway tbh

[saintobio]

♱ as you like it | sneak peak.

[dare i share one of my favorite lines on this oneshot :’) yes, only a oneshot you guys. it’s a pretty long one, but sy is still the only on-going series i have.]

Your heart, once brimming with devotion, now lay shattered at your feet. All your life, you have loved him. All your happiness and tears, you have devoted to him. You had stood by his side through every trial, every conquest, only to be deemed unworthy of bearing his legacy. The sting of rejection seared your soul, igniting a fierce resolve within your wounded spirit.

With a voice trembling through a mixture of sorrow and defiance, you met his gaze. “Fair enough,” you whispered, your tone laden with a sorrowful resignation. “If it is a concubine thou seek, then so be it. But a divorce, will I not honor. And know this, my lord,” you declared, your voice rising with a newfound strength, “I am the Empress. The only one. There is none within this empire akin to me, for a worthless, lowly concubine shalt not depose this Empress Y/N of Caleum thou wouldst so readily compromise.”

And in that solemn proclamation, you turned away, your stolid mien masking the shattered pieces of your fractured heart.

His countenance remained stoic as he observed your departure, sighing inwardly as you exited his study. Although no longer offering a response, Satoru found himself unable to deny the truth of your words. Nor the power in which you presented them. Your presence lingered in his thoughts, holding sway over him in a manner he could not fathom.

[takkarulz]

I like Naoya as character but my main petpeeve about certain Naoya fans is the way in which they try to paint him as if he was a victim of the Zenin clan violence instead of one of the main perpetrators. Yeah, he was raised in a strict and abusive household, but he was raised to rule and not to submit like Mai and Maki and there is no evidence that he was ever bullied nor humilliated like Toji. The closest he was to being abused by his family in the canon was when other members of his clan tried to smack him for talking shit and being a cretin.

It is just as some crazy Azula fans in Avatar who try to paint her as poor uwu victim of Ozai even tho he pretty much spoiled her enabiling her bully beheavior against Zuko and her friends, with the diference that she was actually a teen girl with and the canon show us that she was dealing with heavy mental health problems and mommy issues, while Naoya was in his late 20s and nonewhere in the canon he is shown having daddy or mommy issues nor mental health troubles (asides of his over-inflated ego and possibly womb-envy given that one of his forms as curse looks supiciously yonic and his Domain Expansion is pretty much an uterus).

Plus, I know that most fangirls would not be trying to make excuses for him if he wasn't a pretty boy. People never make this kind of "he was actually just a missunderstood victim" with characters like Jogo, even if they had more reasons why his beheaved like that. With characters like Jogo people just understand that "yeah, he suffered and had a point but he is evil and has killed innocent people lol" and move on without making a dissentation thesis on why he is just a poor victim who deserves a hug, a cup of hot chotolate and to get inside of your pants to heal and have a redemption arc or some shit.

TLDR: Naoya was not a victim of the system, Naoya was the system.

[onismdaydream]

Perce… once upon a time you mentioned getting triple teamed by Toji, Megumi and Naoya and I’m just here to say… yeah. Me too.

YEAH !!!!!!! omg i kinda wanna write something for it but i just cant even think about it without getting all lightheaded..... like to be smushed between those men.......

i feel like theyd take turns rather than trying to like dp/spit roast LMAO but i think ... naoya really wants to fuck you first because he doesnt want sloppy seconds.. toji lovessss how wet and messy and sensitive you are so he wants to go last........ megumi doesnt get to pick because hes the youngest so he gets outranked lol but he doesnt mind second because he can be a bit softer with you now that naoya isnt pushing you around and toji is fine with waiting, as long as he can have your hand or mouth around him BUT i also think this can very easily be changed around based on how certain dynamics work out

[noname-nonartist]

Heyooooo. Guess who’s still exhausted from working over 49 hours this week? I ammmmm~ :’)

So here’s a few drawings I did like… A couple weeks ago lol

And ya guys get no context for these other than it’s part of my pjsk+jjk AU brainrot that I still have lol~ >:3c

i’ve also posted the mai drawing by itself before a while ago, but now ya guys can get to see the whole set lol

[bunnygirllover45]

do you mind ppl cosplaying u charcters???

Of course not! In my opinion, there's no bigger form of flattery for an artist than someone cosplaying their characters.

[possessedartist]

TRANSLATION:

Hi everyone!! With major thanks to @soleilnmity ‘s raw scans, I’ve translated and typesetted their scan of Go Bad! (ゴーバッド), a Naoya/Hidehiko doujin by Ueda Shinshuu (artist for the Persona 1 manga). It’s been a while since I’ve done this so I appreciate any feedback!! Thanks for reading! ^^

link

[harszion]

they’re holding hands

doll pic credit @NIKUreba_ on twitter

[jjk-confessions]

i wish more characters cursed the world/turned into curses when they died. youd think other characters besides naoya would do this considering yaga told yuuji in the very beginning of the series every sorcerer ends up doing this. add it to the unfortunately long list of plot points gege had to side line

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[ayanominitrash]

Me: wants to write a romantic scene in jjk fanfic

Also me: automatically puts the scene in the hallways of Jujustu High // sorry something about having 2 potential romantically involved characters in hallways is cute cozy and intimate? like there are so many twists and turns the two of them can separately go but they decide to stay in one place despite it all, and the fact that they can talk to each other and get so invested in the convo that they pay no mind if ever someone walks by bjdsakfjak djfioamnjdkfjP RAMBLINGGG

[ofcursedenergy]

Naoya: Fuck Non Sorcerers

Also Naoya: Toji-san, notice me 👉🥺👈