#and i'd kill for you 🪦

[beepbeepdespair]

i'm sorry i will never shut up about lisa frankenstein she has everything i want. she literally lived my dream. be hot. murder people. fuck a monster. die

[untitled5071]

I'd definitely love one shot requests

Well, ask and you shall receive! Here's the answer to your earlier ask, a Reverse AU of Lisa Frankenstein where she's the creature! Hope you like it!

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“Alright, I think this is everything.”

He could barely see where he was going over the stolen sewing supplies piled in his arms, but he knew he was headed in the right direction thanks to the soft hum of acknowledgement coming from inside his bedroom. Tottering his way over to the corner, he deposited all of his mom’s supplies onto his bed before selecting the thickest hot pink thread he could find and a sharpened upholstery needle and turning to face his guest. 

“What about this one?”

The corpse of the young lady stood there, hair still a little wet from her first-ever shower and completely entranced by the feathered sleeves of his mother’s flowy pink nightgown. He stood there for a moment and watched the dead girl wave her arms slowly back and forth to watch the sheer fabric of the sleeves follow in their wake, and took a moment to wonder just when his life took a turn into Mary Shelley territory. 

He had been totally scared out of his wits earlier; all he had wanted was a night alone on the couch while his brother, mom and stepdad went to a movie, able to start re-watching through his VHS collection without fear of judgment when a absolutely filthy being crashed through the window, stumbling after him and groaning as he tried and failed to flee. After finding the creature-who he quickly realized was, or at least once had been, a woman-sitting apologetically in the living room and looking at him with sad eyes, he decided that he might get further talking to her than running from her. 

And any reservations against connecting with the woman died away when he realized that she was the one whose grave he had been tending to for the past few months, the reanimated corpse of a person buried under a tombstone that only said “Unmarried”.

And so he helped her get cleaned up, letting her shower the nearly century of grime away until he could see slightly bloodshot eyes, a shy smile, frizzy hair teased and tangled within an inch of his life and with a deep and disturbing gash in her left shoulder that needed attention. 

Hence the sewing supplies. 

“I have no idea which of this stuff is…quality or whatever, but my mom has very high standards in terms of the things she buys and especially for her hobbies, I mean, you should have seen how much she spent on fake rhinestones last year, but I think this might be the best stuff to use? I don’t think neon existed in your time but I think you might like this color judging on how much you like that robe.”

The corpse looked up at his voice, locked eyes with the thread and immediately smiled, excited by the vibrant color and opening her mouth to speak, but upon remembering that decay had taken that ability, she began gesturing wildly, clapping and pointing at the thread and then to her butchered shoulder. He got the message quickly enough and cleared the rest of the sewing supplies off of his bed, sitting down by his pillow and gesturing for her to sit on his left. She complied, and he gently guided their torsos so that he was looking at her back, with her turned towards the door to allow him access. 

He unraveled much more thread than necessary and stared at the eye of the needle, completely lost. She must have noticed his hesitance, because she silently reached a hand back and made a ‘give me’ gesture. He placed the needle and thread in her freezing palm and watched over her shoulder as thin fingers-clumsy with a century of deterioration-threaded the string through the eye of the needle and tied it for him, handing it back to him with a small smile. He returned the gesture. 

“Thanks.” 

She bowed her head slightly, and lowered the shoulder of the robe and the nightgown underneath, brushing her wayward hair out of the way to expose the gash that he presumed had killed her. He didn’t want to dwell too much on it, head already spinning with the implications of such a wound, so he gently rested his hand on the robe, the threaded needle poised in the other hand. 

It was only then that he realized that he had no idea what he was doing. 

“Uh..how do I…?”

The corpse’s shoulders shook like she was giggling, and she turned her head to lock eyes with him. Slowly, with the stump of one hand and the fingers of the other, she mimed stabbing something with a needle, then pulling the thread through, then the nice, even stitching and repetition of the motion, and then finally pulling the stitches tight and tying off the work, complete with biting the thread to cut it. He nodded, taking the offered needle and thread. 

“Okay then, let’s…let’s do this.”

She nodded and turned back towards the door, letting him work in peace. It took him a few moments to prepare himself for what he was about to do, and, as gently as he could, stuck the needle in her skin. 

He flinched and expected her to do the same, but she sat perfectly still, examining the feathers on the robe a bit more. 

“Did that hurt?”

His voice was edged with concern, but when she turned her head to look at him, her eyes were gentle and calm. She shook her head minutely. 

“Do you feel…anything?”

She thought for a moment, gaze wandering away from his before she shrugged, settling back with her face to the door to signal the end of the discussion. He took a moment to absorb this new knowledge, then let out a shaky exhale and turned back to his work. 

“Okay then. Here we go. I;m sorry if this comes out…totally terrible but you have to understand I’ve never done anything like this before but I am far from a trained professional.”

The corpse hummed her assent and continued to play with her sleeves, and he could see the smallest corner of a smile playing on her gaunt lips. He tried to ignore what that sight did to his heart and got to work, slowly stitching together the corpse who had quite literally crashed into his life and correctly guessing it would not be the last time he did so.

[msookyspooky]

OMG YOU WATCHED LISA FRANKENSTIEN AND LOVED IT?! <33

I've been waiting for that especially since you've posted Gomez and Morticia (The goal of all goals) on your blog! It's an odd request but I still read and love your Set Up series so can we get a crossover with YN as Lisa Swallow's and the boys as The Creature? ( Cole Sprouse lowkey reminds me of young Skeet Ulrich which considering Riverdale it's no wonder)

Wait cause no this is such a good idea I cannot pass it up I got so much work to do but I REALLY wanna write for this! (I got so many request I'm trying to do in my inbox but uh...This is my current hyperfixation srry)

I wish I could draw better to make zombies of them fhjaafg ♡♡♡ If anyone wants to add onto this or request other characters please do (And anyone seeing this; watch Lisa Frankenstein I loved it)

🔪 Scream / Lisa Frankenstein Crossover 🧟‍♂️

Iⁿᶜˡᵘᵈᵉᵈ﹕ ʳᵃⁿᵈʸ ᵐᵉᵉᵏˢ, ˢᵗᵘ ᵐᵃᶜʰᵉʳ, ᵇⁱˡˡʸ ˡᵒᵒᵐⁱˢ, ᵐⁱᶜᵏᵉʸ ᵃˡᵗᵉʳⁱ

(Everyone is buried in this despite canon and set in the present. Fem!Reader TW: Corpse/Dead Body, Talk of Rot and Decay, Zombie BF)

🪦 Randy Meeks: Died 1998

♡ You loved his character in Stab. After you did some deep diving studying who the actual Randy was outside of the movie; you found his tombstone. (who would do this? Me and @f1nalboys Might do what Lisa did and write your name over his etched name *Meeks* on a piece of paper. Bc of course YN Meeks just has a nice ring to it)

♡ Heard you venting about life and fell in love in his restless but lucid slumber 6ft underground. Someone actually likes his character for more than comic relief? Someone understood him? They didn't think he was just the geek?

♡ After a terrible lightning storm...Guess who fumbled and broke through your window drenched in mud and decay?

♡ Is a little hurt you aren't head over heels for him in his current state. He accidentally cried even if his pride hates that he quite literally cried his own eyes out. He's used to not getting who he wants and...Well, he may not smell himself with his nostrils rotted out but considering his eye popped out; still attached to the retina and had to be pushed back in while you're covering your nose gagging; he understands even if it hurts.

♡ Takes a shower (I'd use Dawn. Bar soap or Dove ain't gonna cut it.) and wears your clothes or robe. He still smells like a dead body and has worms but he's trying. He's got a LOT of old stab wounds from dying in that van at Windsor...Holes...Things seep out so you might wanna get tape or something idk.

♡ Do not stress this undead man out if you mischaracterize a film; he cannot talk with a missing tongue to argue; it decayed decades ago.

♡ His dead, dull eyes actually have some spark of life to them when he sees streaming for the first time. So many movies he's missed out on! Give him the remote and you never gotta worry about him leaving your room while you're gone.

♡ He accidentally kills someone you definitely did not want killed after they smelled something awful in your room, went up there, screamed, Randy went to knock them out in a panic and accidentally kills them

♡ He feels awful about it and you both decide to hide the body and use their hand to replace his missing one (Fell off lol just dead things) and shock him back to circulation somehow

♡ If you do what Lisa did and let him do...Other things with a 'back massager'. He's so madly in love and yearning for you it's insane. But if you got a crush you're yearning for; he is rolling his eyes with a grunt at this being Sid and Billy or Sid and Derek allllll over again.

♡ Less corpsey he gets with each shock session; more he can't help his feelings for you. YOU have to be the one to admit your feelings to him though because what would you want with an undead geek like him? At least in his mind.

♡ Would cry his eyes out (Not literally this time) if you were killed and 100% would resurrect your body and take care of you like you did him

♡ Is as loyal as they come. Will worship you accepting him at his geekiest, dead, grossest versions of himself and you're still here

🪦 Stu Macher: Died 1996

♡ You found his tombstone as a dare to 'bring him back' like bloody mary....No duh, it didn't work. But Stu was still aware of it in a dream like state sorta way. You didn't believe in that stuff rolling your eyes at people badgering you on where you lived.

♡ A car hits a power line and the line of electricity zaps his grave and he goes home just to see...Holy shit, you own his house!

♡ He thinks he's still the playboy man slut he was in life that can get anyone he wants so he's really offended you aren't wanting him to kiss you. Why!? Cause he has worms and his lips are a little dry from sinking into rot, he's a little bit dirty with body fluid stained clothes and he smells like a dead body? Picky!

♡ Is even more offended you're gagging and covering your nose demanding he bathe. Begrudgingly takes your dumb shower and your entire tub smells like dead bird and covered in dirt.

♡ When he comes out you see his face is very scarred under all that mud he had on him. Maybe the rumor he died via a tv crashing on his head and shocking him was true?

♡ If you piss him off...Well he can't kill you cause he needs you. But he WILL hack up a worm like a hairball just to gross you out out of pure pettiness.

♡ Just steals your clothes without asking. Lounging in your best clothes that can fit while he's leaking fluids. If not, he's stealing some guys clothes in your home. Catch him lounging in your Dad/Step Dad/Brothers/Friends best fit.

♡ Tries to steal your bed till you yell at him to get in the closet before someone sees. He guards your clothes and forces you to wear the sluttiest sexiest clothes you have...What? He's helping!

♡ He is soooooooo elated they made Stab! A whole movie with him portrayed in it by a good looking actor? He is over the moon watching it on repeat.

♡ Gets lonely easily...And bored! He's sighing to himself when you're gone and thinking how Billy is dead now and all the people he once knew, knew him as a murderer and were in their 40's. In fact, don't leave him alone long; its disastrous.

♡ Not able to yap HURTS HIM. Expect a lot of hand gestures and getting him a note pad to write on because he can't handle this

♡ Kills someone after you have an issue with them not even second guessing it. What? Problem solved! AND he gets a new body part to replace the one that rotted. Win win.

♡ He is very aware and depressed his manhood rotted off decades ago and that's probably the first body part he's going for. Especially a crush/boyfriend of yours. He can handle no ear or hand or even a tongue but his dick!? No.

♡ Sits in bed painting your nails while you rant about boys. He nods at everything when it comes to guys having their mind on one thing because well...Yeah. Especially in his case

♡ HE is the one smirking if he finds any massager and even if you want a back rub that thing is going lower. Just cause he doesn't have a peen rn doesn't mean his mind isn't in the gutter still

♡ He thinks your a girlfriend of his right away so casually without even asking you so; of course any guy coming near you is dead. Of course he's resurrecting you if you die because...Well he's starting to realize you're the only girl that doesn't scream when you see him so he's gonna hang up his player towel.

♡ Even fully restored he still has scars on his face and feels indebted to you that you don't care about his murderous ways or his face now. He takes care of you if you're dead and the roles reverse...Hell, he finds it hot you need him now.

Billy Loomis: Died 1996

♡ You were a bit odd yourself and found yourself studying the murders. Feeling conflicted about Billy because yeah he was an awful incel but researching his background you felt a bit bad he felt so alone and abandoned even with people around him. You clean off vandalism on his grave and talk to him for hours.

♡ A storm occurs after you have an awful day and cry to his grave 'I wish I was with you'...You meant dead. But well...

♡ That night lightning hits the grave and you wake up in bed to the god awful smell and his dead dirty face looking down at you. You go to scream and he covers your mouth with a cold clammy hand. Going to talk to you and a centipede falls out his mouth making you scream even louder.

♡ You almost knock his head off before he points to a picture on your desk you took of his grave surrounded by newspaper articles of his death.

♡ He thinks he finally has a person that's not a 'whore, bitch, or poser' in his eyes. A bit in love with you and is bitter you don't exactly want an ex serial killer from the 90's like that...

♡ He almost wants to kill you thinking of the betrayal till he sees his reflection and is completely defeated. Sunken dead eyes, matted dirty hair missing in places, longer haggered dirty nails, skin looking ready to fall off.

♡ He sits in your bathroom and you try to comfort him till you smell what smells like...Sewage and death and embalming fluid and your trying not to throw up.

♡ He takes a shower without being told to. Disgusted by his own rot and grime. His gun shot wound in the middle of his forehead a reminder of his failure almost 3 decades ago...Might have scrambled his brain a bit.

♡ He's a manipulator and user but he's not as...Tactless and spoiled as Stu. He feels grateful you offered him to stay despite the smell and the misunderstanding even if he's not happy sleeping on the floor or closet.

♡ He feels even more defeated when you tell him his Mom died in 1998 at Windsor College trying to avenge his death. He's beside himself over it and honestly just wants to crawl back in his icky coffin and die again.

♡ He wanders your home despite being told not to. Goes through all of your things. The lack of speaking doesn't bother him. Especially when it means he can hear you spill your guts more. He wants to observe everything.

♡ Like Randy he's pleased by the movies on streaming but not as obsessed as he was. Whether that bullet was like a lobotomy or just laying in the ground so long to 'think' in the afterlife; he's not the same guy he was in 96...Not completely. Is annoyed at his portrayal in Stab. His hair never looked like that! (Yes it did)

♡ He does kill someone when they bully or mistreat you. He feels possessive of you already and he just doesn't like assholes. He's the one that decides to steal a body part while you're staring in horror.

♡ He gets shocked and you see him a little less dead and a working body part now. So it becomes a thing for you both but you tell him 'Only those that deserve it' and he shrugs. He ain't following that but okay.

♡ Is pinning over you but hides it well. Enjoying just listening to you or watching you. HATES with a passion when you talk about guys but hides it with grunts and subtle glares.

♡ Is your ride or die when he hears police are investigating you for murder after he was the one killing them. I mean...What will they do? Re-kill him? He will do anything he can especially the more 'alive' he becomes to protect you.

♡ Once he's...Fully equipped he actually refuses to sleep with you. Still thinking 'virgins live, sluts die' like he use to. You have to tell him 'You know Sidney is still alive, right? That rule is dumb and not true.' he may get over it and sleep with you or it might still take time.

♡ He wants to go after Sid but also what's the point now? He's not exactly in tip top shape...Don't even tell him about Sam being rumored to possibly being his daughter by mega Stab fans. His undead brain will stop working.

♡ If you die he will resurrect you not out of convenience and want like Stu or devotion like Randy but more possessive ownership. You're his. Whether that's love or to control you (Both). Not even death will seperate you from him.

♡ Once he's fully recovered he has a migraine till that bullet eventually is pushed out by that one last shock and his body starts bleeding again.

♡ More than happy to be together away from everyone just you and him.

Mickey Alteri: Died 1998

♡ Everyone knows Mickey as the freak that was so obsessed with Stab and the original killers he imitated them. But what they don't realize is he killed even before Nancy found him. He was just wired different and it made him feel alive...How ironic now.

♡ You accidentally stumbled upon his grave after trying to find a different one. And...Why is it empty? Well, you had nothing to do with his resurrection just wrong place wrong time as a corpse is lumbering towards you from behind a tombstone with bullet wounds all over him.

♡ He wanted to snap your neck just to fell something again till his own leg fell off and he face planted on the ground.

♡ You of course didn't know he was trying to kill you. You still tried to get away before you saw him just sitting there and...Sighing? It wasn't a mindless zombie after you? Even worse; he grabbed your keys when you ran.

♡ Ask for them back and like a damn child he shakes his head with grunts. You swear to God you heard 'nuh uh' in his grunt. (Keep his leg away give me the keys or I'm yeeting your leg)

♡ Takes a shower at your house and like Randy all those holes are leaking...Icky stuff. He had more muscle before he died so his body mass shockingly is thinner but not as much as it should be? You're talking to a corpse it doesn't have to make sense. All you know is he just walked around naked and you saw disgusting things on the human body you never wanna know after death. You gotta make him wear clothes!

♡ You're in this awkward situation where...The dead guy has feelings and thoughts and is urging he wants to go home with you. Whether you say yes or no he knows your car and will find you.

♡ Sew his leg back on or give him a funny replacement like a peg leg and tell him deal with it. What are you? A surgeon?

♡ Little did you know the second you came for your keys and talked to him he claimed you as his just for being different than most victims. More eager than Stu, falling even faster than Randy, more obsessive than Billy and POSSIBLY crazier than the og Ghostface's...You're having a corpse that is already planning to make you his (Might even kill you so you have to be with him when he resurrects you like he was.)

♡ Other than killing and movies you're the first thing to make him feel something and he is not letting that go.

♡ Wears your clothes, watches your tv, listens to you talk, plans to kill anyone that fucks with you, watches you when you sleep, dresses you up.

♡ The first kill is a guy interested in you. You are his now! He doesn't hesitate to take a few body parts to have you sew on him. Finds the whole process endearing. He's nuts guys idk. You just gotta drill it in his head not to kill a family member, close friend or pet or you won't forgive him because he cannot have that. He wants your affection and attention so he'll be good when it comes to that.

♡ With each shock he gets more lively and bolder. Dancing with you and ignoring the worm that you don't know where it fell out of. Trying to cuddle you even if you gotta start smearing vicks under your nose. Won't hesitate to kiss all over you once he's not as rotten and tries to think of your pleasure before his.

♡ He never hides his obsession and will let you know with a hand on your throat not to talk about guys around him before lovingly caressing your cheek afterwards as an apology.

♡ If you die, not by him, he is furious and will kill anyone in his path before resurrecting you. He'll take care of you in the most yanadere way. You're his forever now.

[polteergeistt]

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There once was a snail who lived alone in the forest. And the snail was super sad because it was unloved and lonely. Then one day it met a hedgehog. And the hedgehog was very handsome and cool. They fell in love right away. At first their relationship was really sweet and innocent. But the hedgehog wanted to teach the snail how to love them with their pointy spikes, and how pain could be pleasurable. Obviously the snail was super curious so it agreed, and the two entered a hardcore bdsm relationship. But as time progressed the hedgehog started to get violent and suspicious and abusive. The snail wasn't stupid so it decided to investigate, and it found that the hedgehog had committed several tax frauds, with multiple off-shore accounts. And on top of that they were also cheating on the snail with a snake sneaky-link. The snail was heartbroken and got hella drunk, and in a fit of rage stabbed the hedgehog repeatedly and killed them. Then it went after the snake to cut their head off, but turns out the snail and the snake had both been innocent victims of the hedgehog. And they were also super corrupted by them so instead they decided to sloppy make out and be toxic and together forever. The end :)

This story :

Idk what you're high on but I'd like some of that pretty please

It's your turn on the petri dish you slug

[team7-headquarter]

The Ultimate Bestest Gayest even Naruto rivalry categorization :

*still in process, I welcome recommendations

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GAY BUT AS IN, WORLD THREATENING 💀💀 :

idk if I want to kill you or kiss you and since idk fight you it'll be

🥇 Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki.

🥈 Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju.

🥉 Obito Uchiha and Kakashi Hatake.

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RISK OF IMMINENT DEATH OR MARRIAGE ⚔️

when i say i'd be your rival forever i really meant forever, bitch

🥇 Maito Gai and Kakashi Hatake.

🥈 Rock Lee and Gaara No Sabaku.

🥉 Temari No Sabaku and Shikamaru Nara.

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GOD FORBID WOMEN DO ANYTHING 🙄💅🏼🪦

i'd take her anywhere any time with nothing but my bare teeth

🥇 Sakura Haruno and Ino Yamanaka.

🥈 Mei Terumi and Tsunade Senju.

🥉 Sakura Haruno and Karin Uzumaki.

[sleepyiswhumping]

🕸️, ☀️, 🌙, and 🥀, 🗝️, 🪦 for jack's ask game!

The characters answering are going to change throughout, I'll note this as it happens

T - Talbot - Vampire, Whumpee

D - Derek - Human, Vampire Hunter/Pet Whumpee + Bloodbag

Content: Creepy Whumper, Pet Whump, Vampire Whumper, Vampire Whumpee

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🕸️- are you a monster?

T: While many people would say so, and, in fact, have, I personally do not consider myself a monster. Across my long lifespan I have made it my primary goal to never kill anyone, and have only failed thrice. My feedings are never fatal, never forced upon others, and I always exercise extreme caution when I feed.

☀️- what’s the worst thing that’s been done to you?

T: The worst thing that's been done to me... I'd much rather not talk about it. It brings back some truly horrific memories, but if you insist I will tell you, later.

🌙- what would you do first if you could escape?

T: I have escaped, several times from several horrid situations. Every time, the first thing I did after regaining my freedom was seek out a source of blood. Hunters, and the Lords of Silver especially, were very fond of starving their vampiric prisoners. After I regained some of my strength, I found safe, hidden places to rest and heal. If I were captured again, however, my first goal would be to attempt to return to Garrett and Alex. I wouldn't want to worry them more by prolonging my disappearance.

🥀- are you happy?

D: Of course I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be? Master treats me... treats me well. He feeds me sometimes, I get water, I have a bed. Master pets me and holds me, and doesn't hurt me much anymore. His kisses make me feel good. When he drinks I feel so silly afterwards.

🗝️- if you were to try to escape, how would you do it?

D: Why would I? Master loves me. He gives me everything I need in return for my mind and body. I'm his, now and forever. I love Master.

🪦- do you think you’ll die here?

D: Die? Why would I die here? Master is so kind to me. He hits me less than before and I no longer feel sick when he drinks, just silly. I don't think Master wants me to die. No. He wouldn't. He loves me too much. He's said so. "I love you, Derek," he says, as we lie in bed. I don't think I'll die here. Master doesn't want me to die. And if Master doesn't want it, it's not allowed.

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Thank you for the ask, @vivulapom! <3

The reason that "What's the worst thing that's been done to you?" isn't answered here is because it's NSFWhump, and I prefer to keep NSFWhump on it's own posts, separate from SFWhump. If you'd like to see that, I can link it once I write it.

[j-c-nth]

Eyy here's another little bit I wrote to kind of flesh out the between stage when I was trying to figure out who Gojo and Yuuji would be in 2023.

ao3 user dickidsjnl left a nice review wanting to see more about this period of their lives so I thought I'd go ahead and post it here 🥰🥰🙏🙏

Disclaimer, it is just as rough as the previous little snippet but here you go. 🪦

Yuuji comes back to him in a rush of blood and torn flesh, the Prison Realm ripped wide open around him. He spills to the ground, lies motionless in the gore and rotted corpses like something stillborn for a moment that stretches endlessly, infinite.

Gojo can't make himself move, can't breathe. His heart doesn't beat. He is too late, and the reality of an existence without Yuuji unmakes him, severs his last tenuous ties to sanity. If this is the end he will take the world with him.

And then the sensations - the lights and the sounds and the reality of a whole wide world around him again and all at once - assault vulnerable senses and Yuuji sucks in a wet, choked breath and begins to scream.

Gojo drops to his knees beside him, hands hovering and mind static. He's never hesitated to touch Yuuji before but now he can't move, terrified to make whatever is happening worse. Brown eyes stare blindly up at him, shaking hands a shield between them. There's blood on Yuuji's face.

To his Six Eyes, Yuuji is a black-green miasma of foreign cursed energy, hateful and dark. He's overflowing, a tempest in a teapot, porcelain cracking under the pressure. In moments all of that energy will explode outwards with a devastating force and shatter its vessel with it.

He won't let that happen. Yuuji is returned to him. Gojo will not allow him to be taken again.

Hesitation forgotten, he gathers Yuuji into his arms and between one breath and the next they're in the sky, far over the school where nothing and no one can touch them. The air is biting cold and Yuuji clings to him and wails, overwhelmed by the sensation after such a long deprivation.

"I'm here now Yuuji," he says, voice slow and firm. "I'm here but you have to let go of the curses." Yuuji shakes his head, face hidden in Gojo's shoulder, but he’s hearing him. He's reacting to him. "Let go, Yuuji. I'm here. Just let them go. It will be okay."

He presses his lips to Yuuji’s head and closes his eyes, tries to visualize feeding Yuuji his cursed energy, imagines filling Yuuji from his toes to the ends of his hair. This is the way things are meant to be.

"Let go of it Yuuji. Let me in."

Yuuji tears the lid off of the teapot.

The cursed energy engulfs them immediately, a howling maelstrom, violent. It’s tangible enough for Gojo to feel it, to recognize the curses Yuuji had stolen it from. Patchface. Mt. Fuji-Head. Kenjaku itself.

Gojo killed them, each and every one, but they've lingered, tormenting Yuuji in his isolation for months that formed years in the same way malignant cells metastasize into cancer.

Yuuji’s tears are hot on his skin, his lips open against his throat. His cries are beginning to curve around the edges, trying to shape Gojo’s name.

All this time, Gojo has been burning, a being of rage, incandescent. The anger is deeper than his bones, molten where his marrow should be, the kind of all-consuming fury that leaves behind only ash, only madness. A devastating wildfire with a single purpose.

His cursed energy flares around him, incinerates every remaining trace of the malignant curses and then roves further, seeking any hint of a threat, any signs of life nearby. Nobody will threaten Yuuji, not ever again.

Gojo will wipe out every sentient being on the planet to keep Yuuji from harm..

His power is just beginning to brush against others, far below, when Yuuji’s voice brings him abruptly back to himself. Clarity returns in a single, decisive blow that leaves him disoriented for a moment. Yuuji says his name again.

“I’m here,” Gojo says, and it’s a reminder to himself as much as it is to Yuuji. He’s here, and Yuuji’s here. They’re together again. The people in the school beneath him helped him to save Yuuji. Those that stood against him are already long dead, no corpses left to rot. There is no threat left.

“...hurts,” Yuuji tells him, his voice small. “‘s too much.”

Gojo hums softly, more a vibration in his chest than any real sound, and adjusts the barrier of Infinity around them, warps reality until even sound waves can’t reach them. The howl of the wind dies away, leaves them in a bubble of perfect, still silence. The only sound is Yuuji’s wet, uneven breathing and the thunk thunk of their twin heartbeats.

He can hear Yuuji’s heartbeat. Nothing has ever been more beautiful.

They stay like that for a long, long time, Yuuji trembling in Gojo’s arms, gradually steadying his breathing to match Gojo’s carefully controlled breaths. He strokes his hand over Yuuji’s broad back in slow, firm strokes, feels the heat of him, the shift of powerful muscle under dirty fabric. He’s so solid, and Gojo can’t stop touching him, wouldn’t be able to if his life depended on it. He will never be able to stop touching Yuuji again.

Eventually, Yuuji lifts his head. He’s more aware now when he meets Gojo’s gaze, his eyes hazy but present. There are gouges on his face, harsh wounds at the corner of his mouth and over his brow. They’re deep, their edges ragged tears, and blood spills from them in sluggish sheets to mingle with his tears and paint his face in scarlet smears like a grotesque mask.

He is the most incredible thing Gojo has seen in all his life. He is beautiful, perfect; he is real.

“Tell me what you need,” Gojo says, voice whisper soft.

Yuuji’s lip trembles. He licks at it, doesn’t seem to notice the taste of his own blood.

“Take me home? Wanna go home.”

“Okay,” Gojo says quietly. “Okay.” He curls his hand around the back of Yuuji’s head, gently guides him forward to tuck him against Gojo’s chest again, against his heart.

He takes Yuuji home.

[tatatatatara]

4, 6, 11, 13, 14, and 26 asks^^

🫂 4. Random ship I like

*crack knuckles* I'm all for crackcanon and ships with no romantic moment (have you guys seen my OTP) so I love this question. So far I like

💚💜 RizeEto. Girls grew up with serious daddy issues will eventually destroy patriarchy (and be the cause of their father's death) I swear they are a match for the other they would spend hours trash talk Furuta and Washuu. If there is a high school AU I'm sure they will be best buds (the mean girls of the school)

👭 SasakoTouka. I always prefer HaiseTouka to KanekiTouka, but Sasako will satisfy Touka's inner lesbian (i am joking here dont kill meee) and daddy's issue at the same time

🐶🐶 TakeIrimi. Love how Irimi dissed him at first then changed her opinion. They are both calm, like dog and respect the elders I think Take will feel at ease with her

🦉 TakizawaTomoe. This is really random I don't even into it in canonverse (Im pretty sure he thinks of her like a little sister at best). But like, in an alternative universe, where Tomoe is HouTata's daughter, I'll like to see Tomoe introduce Takizawa to them and Houji will be like "Oh great Takizawa is a really good guy" 😊👍 while Tatara goes full protective dad mode and be rude to Takizawa for nothing. That's the only scenario where I'd like this ship

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🤡 6. Useless character

Kazuo Yoshida. I hate this man with a passion because he got a whole chapter in a novel, a celebration for his birthday in the calendar, a whole profile with height and weight and he appeared in many omakes. Why do this aerobic instructor got more information than HouTata fuckkkk

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💀 13. Most satisfying death

I'll say maybe Kijima. He got karma and became the chainsaw devil at the end, it's funny. Also Tsuneyoshi Washuu's death look beautiful too it looks like Furuta had fun there.

There are many characters that I hate more but their death are too quick (ex: Torso)

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🪦 14. Death that made me cry

I don't cry, but I really feel sad when those two boys in squad 0 got killed. For Houji and Tatara's death I feel immense rage and disbelief

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😇 26. Sacrifice a character for another

I'll sacrifice Houji Takashi for Houji Kousuke to be revived and become a leader in the TSC. WHO IS THAT RANDOM GUY ANYWAY GIVE THE ORIGINAL HOUJI BACK

[pushupcontest]

Chicago Med Group Chat

Pt. 1: Ava's phone

Ava: The Best

Will: ugly redhead

Daniel: Old therapist dude

Sharon: Girlboss

Connor: rich guy❤

Sarah: Future gf💕

Elsa: blonde med student name starts with E i think

Lanik: Loser

Ethan: guy who’s just there idk his name

Noah: really annoying i want to kill him

Latham: too many languages

ugly redhead: any1 wanna come 2 hollys aft work w me and nat?

ugly redhead: holly’s

ugly redhead: holly’s*

ugly redhead: mollys**

Old therapist dude: I’m sorry, I do not understand.

Nat: He meant: Does anyone want to come to Molly’s after work with me and Natalie? 

Old therapist dude: Ah, I see. I don’t understand how people can read text lingo. 😄

Old therapist dude: I’ll see if I can make it. 

Girlboss: 🤣🤣

The Best: 💀

April: I’ll come!

Maggie: Me too!

rich guy❤: Ava, r u going?

The Best: yes, but why are you asking me this in the PUBLIC group chat?

rich guy❤: idk…

Future gf💕: i’ll also come!

The Best: yay!

rich guy❤: ?

Nat: ??

Maggie: ;)

blonde med student name starts with E i think: I'd rather do something productive with my time.

Old therapist dude: Sharon, are you going to go?

Girlboss: Maybe.

Loser: Why am I in this group chat?

Future gf💕removed Loser from the group chat

Old therapist dude added Loser to the group chat

Old therapist dude: Did you know that being excluded from friend groups makes an individual five times more likely to commit suicide?

Loser: Thank you SO MUCH for caring about my mental health 🙄.

The Best removed Loser from the group chat

Future gf💕added Loser to the group chat

guy who’s just there idk his name: I’m coming with April. 

too many languages: I’ve never really understood the point of getting together at a loud bar, but I’ll come anyway. 

really annoying i want to kill him: Party time 🎉🥳!! With my friends and Elsa!!! 

blonde med student name starts with E i think: I’m not coming. Learn to read, dumbass. 

really annoying i want to kill him: I can’t wait to see you Sarah I feel like it’s been forever since we’ve spoken ;)

The Best: 🔪🩸⚰️🪦🔥

April: ????

Maggie: Oo protective, I like it!

guy who’s just there idk his name: What is going on?

rich guy❤: Ava?? 

ugly redhead: u guis r wired Nat: Translation: You guys are weird.

[beepbeepdespair]

one more lisa frankenstein thing i'd like to say: the people in that fucking school have no taste. if miss lisa "hair i'd kill for and perfect makeup and dresses i need to wear or i'll die and badass personality" swallows walked into the same room as me i'd drop to my knees and start worshipping the ground she walked on and beg her to look in my direction just once... was i just possessed by creature lmao

[the-haunted-office]

🪦 Britney (anyone)

send me   “🪦”   to hear what my muse would say about yours at their funeral. 

"The first time I met Britney she almost got us both killed by running off and dropping us right in front of some beast with huge teeth. I didn't know it at the time but she could apparently run faster than she ran her mouth, which turned out to be in our favor because we managed to escape said beast with huge teeth. Ahh, every day was an adventure with her. You see, she reminded me greatly of my own energetic, hyperactive daughter. Suppose that's why she was much easier for me to tolerate than she might have otherwise been. I realize that none of this sounds glamorous or that I really cared about her, but in fact I'm stating the opposite - I cared for her greatly, enough to say that I'd considered her a daughter too. Rest in peace, my dear."

[wrapped-up]

For ama!

💀 🪦

not intentional picking the morbid ones !!

💀if you had to write an alternate ending to [insert fic] how would you end it?

For JWTDO: Sirius's period of self-discovery lasts much longer. A decade passes and after a string of failed relationships, he bumps into Remus and Hugo at one of those long tables in Wagamama.

Nothing is lessened. Everything feels as fresh and as raw as it did on the day they broke up.

Things get sexy from there.

And for Happy Birthday, You: They don't get interrupted in the sea in Spain and Remus manages to get his words out.

It goes something like this:

Remus: Sirius, I-

Sirius: What's wrong?

Remus: I don't know if you know. In fact, I think you probably don't know. But I... I've kind of had feelings for you for- Oh god, this is awful. For a while.

Sirius, very aware that his tummy is doing crunchy things: Feelings?

Remus: Of the romantic sort of variety. Feelings like... like I'd like to kiss you. Like I'd like us to be quite a lot more than just good friends. Like I'd-

Sirius, interrupting, feeling his horny lips parting quite of their own accord: Okay.

Remus, incredulous: Okay?

Sirius, wondering how he can ask Jeremy (very politely) whether he might like to go home early: Yeah, okay.

🪦 if you had to turn one of your fics into MCD which one would you chose?

Oof.

Oh god, this is like killing a child.

I'm going to go with Ever Thus Sirius. Because then he'll be young and perfect and my dream man, forever immortalised.

Sorry, dearest.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

so uh. chicken the chicken am i right? 🧍‍♂️ im sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but last week my mother found a pile of her feathers out by the fence, and we havent seen her since. it appears that either the coyotes got her, or she's migrated to britian to bother the rest of the royal family. for my sake im chosing the second option. i'd like to imagine her being an elderly bird assassin who shits on the kings pillow every once and a while instead of killing him. this has been an era of chaos and the bastard bird (/aff) pecking at my ankles. i hope she brought you joy whenever i gave you updates on her o7 -immortal chicken anon

NOOOOOOOO NOT CHICKEN

🪦 rest in peace you glorious bird

[kitkatt0430]

🪦😡

🪦 if you had to turn one of your fics into MCD which one would you chose?

Oh gosh, killing one of my precious blorbos? That is a tough question.

So the recently written Electric Connection I left firmly in pre-canon or 'canon? what canon?' territory. But I actually did, very briefly, consider writing it up to that fateful night where the accelerator blew up before deciding that was very much not the vibe I wanted and also Farooq deserves happiness.

But if I'd been aiming for angsty? I would have turned the already painful in hindsight scene from Power Outage into a gut punch. These three people so in love and happy and it's shown how they got there, but then ending with the canon scene of Jake and Daria surviving the explosion fine, having gotten into the car just barely in time. But Farooq is hurt and down and of course they go to help him. They love him.

And that's what gets them killed.

... yeah that was a lot of angst with no comfort. I just couldn't go there. But I could pretty easily if I had to.

😡which fic did the characters control the most (like you wrote a whole ass plan AND THEY DECIDED TO FUCK IT UP)?

Scientific Method for sure, I complained about this happening in the notes for that story. It was just supposed to be this cute story about Barry being Oliver's date to the party instead of Felicity's with a little reworking of the surrounding two-parter, but then I was like 'oh and Tommy is alive' and Tommy being alive turned the story into five chapters of Oliver getting to be in a healthier place than in canon.

In fact, directly from my notes for the first chapter - "This started off as Barry being Oliver's plus one to the party instead of Felicity's. Tommy popped up in the background, waved for my attention, and said 'what if we fixed season 2 and added plot? wouldn't that be cool???' And I listened... (why did I listen????)"

Anyway, plot happened and then it got spin off one-shots and eventually there's going to be another multi-chapter entry covering New Years shenanigans in Starling and another one covering Barry getting struck by lightning in Central City. (Oliver's year not off to a good start with boyfriend now in coma. Poor guy.)

[msookyspooky]

I am so so so so so heartbroken over Mark! I wanted him to live and love us the right way! POR QUÉ!!!

Also I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THESE DAMN CHAPTERS. You are tugging at my heartstrings here!! I tell you Yn is better than me, for real, cause I'd kill all them hoes 😆😆😆

Lolol thank you and ik I HATED killing Mark but I knew if he lived this would not have been a polyghostface fanfic anymore bc I think 90% of us are rocking with Mark here

And no I seriously would be to the point of killing them and burying them in my backyard after everything they've done and continue to do 😊🪦

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

Aw, poor Andre!! I’ll ask him 🪦🐺🎃☠️

Aaaaa! I'm so elated, thank you for the ask!!!

From this ask game <2

A few CWs: Death wish + uncertain animal death

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🪦- if something went wrong, how would you want whumper to lay you to rest?

Andrei stares off into space while he thinks for a moment. "I don't even think there is much I can do wrong, here. I've screamed and I've cried and I've tried to escape and nobody seems to care." His words are laced with utter despair.

"I suppose that if I actually managed to break out of this place, then maybe they'd just kill me," Andrei remarks wistfully. "If so, I don't care how they do it. I guess I'd prefer for it to be quick, but I don't mind as long as there's an end."

His eyes are gloomy and his expression is depressingly empty.

🐺 - what’s your favorite animal?

Andrei brightens up a bit at the innocent question. "I love dogs. They're always so trustworthy and loyal. And soft and playful."

"I had a pack of hunting dogs." He hasn't seen them for years now, at the very least. Maybe a decade or even longer. Andrei can't really tell anymore.

He looks morose as he speculates, "I don't know what's happened to them. I suppose they might have passed on, and if not, they're likely in my sister's care now." He says 'sister' with a heavy amount of venom.

🎃- does whumper ever do fun activities with you? When they do, do you have fun?

"No one does anything with me. I was the first person to step into this cell, and you're the second." Andrei sighs. "Maybe three people in this prison even know I exist. And of course, they're not interested in coming inside."

Tears have started to fall from his eyes. He's so lonely, it's absolutely crushing. Every time he thinks this isolation can't take anything more from him, can't break him even more than he's already been broken, it does and he's desperate, always desperate for somebody with a face to speak to him. Maybe this will be the last time he'll hear a real person's voice ever again-

Andrei is sobbing into his arms now, from the overwhelming sense of hopelessness. His breath hitches and he chokes up as his sleeves become soaked in tears.

☠️- are you scared to die?

Andrei manages to get some words out in between his sobs. "Not- Not really." He sniffles. "I'd rather... I'd rather die than spend another day- in this- in this cell."

He honestly wonders why he's even still alive. Andrei knows that after his allies failed to stop his sister's insurrection, they were simply executed.

So why does he have to rot away in this cell? He'd take the gallows over this any day.