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i just wanted to do a scribble of these two bc i have kenny x mahito brainrot rn but i more or less accidentally ended up more or less doing a complete piece

love their dynamic

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sakura eye, kikyo eye, and both

i wanted to see how Mahito looked with his different eyes covered since his different eyes have such different vibes

and as a bonus, bc it amuses me, this the original coloring before i edited it, lmao he looked like a unicorn (i like working with saturated colors too much haha, fortunately color tweaking is a thing)

whoops who let him into a club. then again i guess they couldn't exactly keep him out...

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jjk manga sketches "toji sketch", "toji that expression lol" and "naoya now this is why everyone hates him lol look at that smug ass grin"

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wanted to capture the different vibes they have for me in one of my fics

def my fav versions of these two that i've written, Megumi is the most controlled of all the characters with control issues and it's hilarious, and Yuji might think he's dumb but he's got some serious emotional intelligence and it's cute (and Sukuna's a lot more active, hence his eyes being emphasized on Yuji's face)

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man i haven't been on tumblr in forever... i've actually been doing a lot of fanart recently, just haven't rlly been posting any of it bc i'm lazy and social media is tiring. wanna try posting more if though... main motivator is to include the images in my fics tho haha

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Satoru and Sukuna looking at Naoya, drawn for my gonao / sukunao fic "Chaos on a Silver Platter, and the Waiter’s a Careless Dancer" on ao3

it was just going to be a gonao fic but then Sukuna decided to mess it up

all my story plans, out the window... like Naoya defenestrated Kenjaku's in Shibuya, rip

my Naoya is crazy. and Satoru and Sukuna are both there for it

yeah i have no idea what's going on in this fic anymore, but it's fun

Satoru was drawn in pencil brush, Naoya was drawn in charcoal brush, Sukuna was drawn in paint brush. wanted them all to have different vibes that reflect their characters to me

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coming to get you

Naoya and Toji as kingsnakes

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Naoya and Toji as kingsnakes

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Another year passed, another year ending. This had been the eleventh since Toji had died.

The next day, another year was beginning. It would be the twelfth since Toji had died.

The fireworks lit the sky. The entire world was celebrating.

“Happy birthday, Toji-kun.”

Down below, there was the festival, everyone was happy, having fun, dressed in their decorative yukatas and masks. Naoya used to walk those crowded alleys between the booths holding on to Toji’s yukata sleeve, a kitsune mask on his head. An oni mask on Toji’s. Playing the games, eating the street food, milling with the crowds.

When the fireworks were about to start, they’d find a tall building nearby, go up onto the roof, like where Naoya was standing now, after walking through the festival alone, partaking in nothing. But still he walked the crowded alleyways between the booths, holding on to the sleeve of a ghost.

The fireworks were stunning, as always. But Naoya missed the way the light had played on Toji’s scarred face, danced on the surfaces of his dark eyes.

“It’s like the entire world is celebrating your birthday. A festival and fireworks just for you. With your birthday, the entire year, for everyone, is starting anew.”

“Naoya,” Toji’s hand on his head, ruffling his hair, fireworks blossoming above them, whistling, exploding, colorful thunder in the clouds, rainshowers of laughing sparks, “the only one who celebrates my birthday is you.”

Naoya watched the fireworks, felt the sizzling lights on the backs of his retina, an entire symphony of lurid color and sound in his head, but he was the only one who heard it playing for Toji. He didn’t think even Toji had heard it.

Thank you for existing.

Naoya had tapped it with his fingers on the back of Toji’s hand, had hummed it with his breaths, had danced it with his buoyant feet, had held the shape of it in his grinning teeth. He didn’t know, though, if Toji had ever realized the words that were caught in his throat like a cloud dragon that had swallowed too many stars.

They stung in Naoya’s eyes with the fireworks, now.

Thank you for having existed.

It had been eleven years since Toji had died, seventeen since Toji had left the Zen’in clan, and Naoya never had seen him again. Toji always had been leagues ahead of him. Naoya had always run after him, but Toji had always easily outpaced him. Naoya was still chasing, but he hadn’t caught up to him yet.

“The only one who celebrates my birthday is you, Naoya.”

Toji-kun, don’t say that like that’s nothing. When I die, nobody will celebrate my birthday at all. Nobody will be glad that </i>I<i> existed.

Toji-kun, why didn’t you realize that you meant something to </i>me?

You’re not truly dead, Toji-kun. Not when I’m haunted by your ghost.

The fireworks were in their finale, a grand crescendo of bangs and glittery, shivery flashes of radiant flowers raining—and then all dissipated to smoke, streaking dirty across the sky, ghost images faded and blown gently to smears in the air.

All beautiful things came to an end. Toji’s life was no exception. Toji had been like a living god, but not even the immortal were forever.

The old year was over. It was the start of a new year. The eighteenth since Naoya had seen Toji, the twelfth since Toji had died. Naoya would be turning twenty-seven. When he was a kid the entire Zen’in clan had celebrated it, but it had been mostly a political affair, the clan showing off for the other sorcerer clans, the entire shebang. He was an adult now, and his birthday wasn’t celebrated anymore. Not even he celebrated it. Not when, with Toji gone, there was no one he wanted to celebrate his life with. He didn’t tell himself “Happy birthday, Naoya,” on that date; he told himself, “You survived another year. Good for you. Congrats on still being too proud to kill yourself.”

He hoped that that wasn’t the kind of thing that Toji had told himself on his birthday, when he’d watched the fireworks with subdued eyes while Naoya held onto his sleeve and watched not the fire blossoms in the sky, but their warm light that bathed Toji’s face and the scar through the corner of his lips that Naoya just wanted to see smiling.

Toji-kun, hey, Toji-kun.

Happy birthday.

Thank you for existing.

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Naoya and Gojo got ahold of spray paint...

And so then Naoya vandaliized a wall with this:

Then Gojo added on this:

Then Gojo vandalized a wall with this:

Then Naoya added this:

Oh, and they did it somewhere rlly high up that they could only reach because Gojo can fly. Just to baffle everyone and make them wonder how the fuck anyone graffiti'd up there lol.

Forgive their sub-par lines, this was their first time graffiti-ing

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Ramesses the Mexican black kingsnake (m) and Ankh the Marina Del Rey California kingsnake (f), because i adore them and like to show them off heheh

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Toji in a red demonic kitsune kimono

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AU Naoya with a dragon and red spider lily tattoo

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Toji normal vs. Toji horrified

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creepy gojo

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Naoya before going through hell vs. after going through hell

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Mahito but he's a kai ken (Japanese dog breed)