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Ok so you know how gege loves parallels
And yuuji isn't allowed to know the plans in case sukuna picks up on it through resonance
And everyone thought that Yuuji was dead, when he came back
Now Yuuji thinks that everyone is dying, but they're secretly okay 😤
#I will die on this hill#Ui Ui's technique can handle that#Along with Kenjaku's technique#And rct#Etc#Hear me out ok#Jujutsu kaisen#jjk manga#jjk spoilers#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk theory#Gege akutami
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growing pains
#I can imagine that before he learned rct his technique was quite a literal headache sometimes qwq#poor boy#jujutsu kaisen#satosugu#gego#jjk#jjk fanart#Gojo#gojo satoru#geto#geto suguru#suguru geto#my art#bluebeesart#art on tumblr#digital art#art
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RollerCoaster Tycoon screenshot from 1997 (2 years before release)
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My copium where they all survive and they are an iconic one eyed trio
Also some random sketches because 266-267 have been killing me emotionally thank you
#genuinely how the fuck do they go back to society after this???#for how Megumi would lose his eye#I saw some really cool fanart a while ago where he got some scarring post-possession due to Sukuna's weird face thingy#Forgot where it was but I thought it was so cool#and wouldn't it be fucking hilarious if they all have one eye at the end of this#Hell if you wanna cope you could throw Gojo in there too with the eye theories#This should not be funny but it is to me sorry#Gege just mutiliating peoples eyes for some reason#As it stands Yuji and Nobara are matching in canon since he supposedly can't use RCT anymore#Unless he fucking dies before they reunite#I swear to god gege#bro has been throwing too many death flags#Yuji feels like a ticking time bomb every chapter I keep thinking hes gonna die every week#Any way happy sunday yall#jjk#jjk spoilers#jjk 267#jjk267#my art#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#nobara kugisaki#jjk art
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RollerCoaster Tycoon 1999 - PC
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#rct#rollercoaster tycoon#roller coaster tycoon#corkscrew follies#wooden roller coaster#observation tower#ferris wheel#whoa belly#vertical roller coaster#wooden twister roller coaster#roto drop#pc#game#pc games
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Always wanted to draw her bloody
#Shoko ieiri#Hot wife is hot#She seems like the kinda girl who'd get nosebleeds easy#Usually she rct's them away but sometimes she cant be bothered#love drawing her#love giving her some aditional moles#jujutsu kaisen#fanart#jjk#家入硝子#IPMSSA_Shoko!Fanart
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rika holding onto yuuta’s original body while he was in satoru’s and blasting RCT to maintain it is so 😭 true love 😭
also, where is shoko . . . is she preparing satoru’s body for..the funeral, or is she patching him up.. giving it a last try, idiot come back already this prank lasted for too long 😔
#jjk leaks#jjk 269#i am really happy for yuuta and higuruma btw#also wonder if yuuta’s stitches will heal or not#like i can imagine he is super exhausted to use rct rn
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Rare photo of Prince George, Duke of Kent with his son Prince Edward of Kent (current Duke of Kent) along with nieces Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret of York and Lady May Cambridge, 1938
Source: Royal Collection Trust
#british royal family#prince george duke of kent#princess Margaret#queen elizabeth ii#Prince Edward Duke of Kent#prince George#Duke of Kent#prince Edward#princess Elizabeth#lady May Cambridge#1938#rct#royal collection trust#BRF
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Report - Kenjaku x F!Reader
Kenjaku shows up unannounced, and makes himself all too comfortable in your apartment. Pwp, 4k, Crossposted on AO3
A/N: At first I referred to him as Geto in this, as I found it unlikely YN would know his real name, but then figured this has no plot and there isn't many Kenjaku x reader fics without Geto & swapped it to Kenjaku ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Shoutout to this lovely anon for giving me a reason/the drive to write something for my favorite hoe 💚
Content: p-in-v, m!oral, sex toys, size kink, unprepped sex, edging, choking, biting, spit/cum stuff, degradation--personally I think this is more tame than it sounds
18+ content below, mdni, implied chubby!reader, enjoooy!
The figure seated at your dinner table makes your soul leap from your body.
Tonight you planned a date with a hot shower, your favorite snacks, and three seasons’ worth of TV to binge. You’d only completed step one, so recently that your skin hasn’t finished absorbing the lotion, leaving your calves and thighs tacky.
His back is to you, but you know he’s aware of your presence. For once, he isn’t wearing his signature robes, and instead sports simple black clothing. Seeing him dressed down is comforting, makes him seem less untouchable, and more like a regular person.
You lament the change in your evening plans, knowing your guest will occupy a decent portion of your time.
“You take awfully long showers,” he says without turning. “I’ve been here for over an hour.”
Springing up at random isn’t out of the ordinary for Kenjaku, though it’s more common for him to send messages from unknown numbers or ‘coincidentally’ run into you. He’s never showed up at your apartment before, let alone at such an odd hour of the night. Briefly you wonder how he knows where you live, but then dismiss this as a foolish thought—of course he knows.
“I’m just thorough,” you say as you round the table and sit across from him where he reads one of your books. A silly romance that was popular online; hardly revolutionary or life-altering, but it was a sweet, endearing story and you enjoyed it quite a bit. With how far he’s in, you wonder if he picked a random spot or simply reads that quickly.
“That you are.” He glances up, and a shift in his eye tells you he wasn’t expecting the cotton bathrobe with matching shorts. It’s a favorite that you got off a discount rack, lying somewhere between the lines of sensual and comfortable. Flattering, but hardly scandalous; you don’t feel indecent in his presence.
“I’m surprised you enjoy this drivel,” he says, judgment evident. “You seemed more intelligent than that.”
“They’re just for fun. Sometimes it’s nice to read something simple,” you reach for the book, beginning to feel defensive.
He leans back, now flipping through its contents. It reminds you of a schoolyard bully holding your belongings above you and taunting you for being too short.
“Are you here to antagonize me, or are you here for something actually important?” As soon as you say this, you know you made a mistake: the ire in your voice will only encourage his pestering.
“I came for your report, but now I’m more interested in your terrible taste.” He gestures to your bookshelf—small, and housing a modest collection of varying genres with the occasional knick knack. “I’ve gone through several already, but saved what I suspect to be the worst for last.”
“Then you can follow me on Goodreads, if you’re so curious. Now give that back,” you hold out your hand, growing agitated. The light catches the ridge of his scar, and taunts you to tug on one of those stitches, which look much less secure than they should.
“Embarrassed?” He smiles, and makes no move to relinquish the book.
“If I say yes, will you give it back?”
A snide puff.
“No.”
Knowing how fickle he is, you relent; he’ll grow bored with the book soon enough and move on. But minutes of his skimming pass, wholly ignoring your crossed arms and impatient tapping.
“Ah, I see. Is this why you’re so fond of these?” He turns the book for you to read: it’s one of the few sex scenes, and his finger points to a questionable line of dialogue.
You can’t resist the bait, and indignation rises in your chest. You spring forward in your seat, aiming for the book. Unfazed by your aggression, he avoids you with ease and an infuriating smirk. It only provokes you further, now motivating you to one-up him.
There is a sudden pause in his movements that allows you to snatch the book. As you look at him triumphantly, you notice his eyes aren’t directed at your face; instead, they’re fixed on your chest. Following his gaze, your heart sinks when you discover your robe hanging open, revealing your right breast.
When you look at him again, his eyes are on yours. Heavy and lidded, they freeze you in place with their weight. The playful energy from before halts, as if the room itself is holding its breath. Without breaking eye contact, he slides his hand in the opening, and cups your breast.
Shocked, you drop the book with a muted thud, more from his boldness than the sensation. A gasp escapes you when he pinches your nipple, rolling it slowly, and your hands fly to his shoulders, not wanting to topple over from the awkward position.
His other hand joins and teases your unexposed breast through the cloth; you fall against him, and a soft noise warms his ear before tracing the stretched lobe with your lower lip. Whether it’s ticklish or it’s your interest in his ear that entertains him, his shoulders thrum with amusement. The plastic clacks between your teeth as you toy with the plug, seeing how far you can rotate it before he becomes irritated.
It doesn’t take long, because a hand winds itself in your hair and pulls you forward, but the table creaks in protest under your weight.
“Not here,” you say, husk already tinting your voice. “It’s a shitty table.”
He releases you and follows you down the hallway to your bedroom. You don’t even have time to flick on the light before he pulls you backward, connecting your ass to his groin with his large hands fondling your breasts.
The eager touch surprises you—he hadn’t seemed at all bothered when you stopped him before. You can’t help but shiver when he sucks on your neck, fixing it with hickeys and bites. A renewed focus on your nipples makes you whimper and squeeze at his forearms.
“Sensitive here, or are you just desperate?” He punctuates with a pull of your left nipple.
“A bit of both,” you say, and press your ass against him. It’s been some time since you’ve felt this kind of touch, let alone by someone as attractive as him.
“Cute,” he hums, and grinds his forming erection against you.
Cool palms slide beneath the robe again, making your nipples so peaked they sting. Deft fingers are quick to melt the cold with slow rolls that morph into pinching and dragging from areola to tip. The attention makes you squirm in his hold and rest your head against his shoulder, weaving your fingers through his glorious hair—which is every bit as silky as it appears. Needing an outlet for your rising desire, you detach him from your neck and angle his head so you can force your lips together.
The kiss is more passionate than you expected, and it only makes you melt further in his hands. You scratch his scalp and earn a surprised moan. His right hand trails upward, wrapping around a considerable portion of your neck. Air isn’t cut or restricted, but he squeezes enough for your pulse to quicken and make your head fuzzy.
A twist of your nipple makes you arch your back, and he sucks your lower lip until it bruises. Teeth scrape it briefly, before he pushes his tongue into your open mouth and greets yours unabashedly.
Kenjaku has an air of grace to him, of superiority; you’d think him above such things as these. But he doesn’t flinch or show any disgust when drool pools from the messy kiss—he even licks the bit that trickles down your chin. He breaks the kiss, parting slowly to appreciate the strand that connects your mouths.
A tug of the simple knot at your waist peels your robe open, and you help him by shrugging your shoulders free. The hold on your neck tightens, and he feels down your stomach, dipping below the waistband of your shorts. Your skin prickles with embarrassment when he squeezes the full softness above your pussy. A pleased noise comes from the back of his throat when he realizes you have no underwear and finds slippery arousal.
“Look at me.”
You feel how heavy your eyes are, how blatant lust must be on your face. His middle finger finds your clit and traces a single rough, short line, making you flinch. Almost imperceptible circles soothe the rough sensation, leading you to loosen your grip on his hair and hold his wrist. The featherlike strokes feel like static, and every tingle of your flesh touching makes you wetter.
When your eyes shut, he squeezes your neck again, demanding you keep your focus on him. Even in moments like this, his eyes are full of condescension and superiority; the lowliness you feel in his presence only stirs your need.
Awkwardly, you feel around behind you for his cock and rub your palm over it as best you can. Despite the clumsy touch, his breath hitches, and his clever fingers pause. Thrill dances in your chest and you stroke him more firmly.
His hand flexes around your neck, and you can’t tell if it’s a warning or a green light. Whichever he intends doesn’t matter to you, because you squeeze his bulge. The firm tap of his finger on your clit reads as chastisement, but you ignore it, already deciding your next move.
“I want to suck your dick,” you say. You aren’t too prideful to kowtow to his desire for control. “Can I?”
Dark eyes shelter his thoughts as he considers your offer, and for a moment you think he’s going to turn you down, but he dips his finger in your hole and briefly skims the edge before swiping back up to your clit. A small noise comes out, and your face must be comical because he looks more amused than before.
“How polite.” The lack of heat and touch as he steps away are disappointing, but the sounds of his belt and zipper more than make up for their loss. “I suppose I’ll let you.”
“Let me,” you snort as you watch him undress. “As if you didn’t start this.”
A broad hand presses down on your shoulder, urging you to kneel—which you do eagerly, not minding the cheap carpet scratching your knees.
“I did, and now you’re exactly where I want you,” he removes his sweater, bearing the impressive muscles of his abdomen. You wonder if this was his true intention coming here tonight and that he played you like a fiddle.
These thoughts disappear when he pulls his trousers and underwear down; you can’t help when your face twists in shock: his cock is huge.
“No wonder you’re so full of yourself.”
He smirks, and you dread what this affair will do to his already inflated ego.
You scoot forward, assessing the beast, and idly rotate your jaw to prepare for the task at hand. Despite most of his head being exposed and dripping with pre-cum, you push back the remaining foreskin to fully reveal the dark head. You lean forward for a kiss, but land it on his groin instead.
The click of his tongue and the twitch beneath you is reward enough for the entire night; you’re confident he would never beg for anything from you, but this disappointment feels close enough to claim the satisfaction all the same.
Still positioned at his tip, your thumbs softly stroke the sides, more soothing than pleasurable as you continue to mouth everywhere but his cock. Fed up, he grips your hair and pulls you back. You get the message, and eagerly suck his head in your mouth, where you set your lips and tongue to work; it’s difficult with his girth, but you manage. He grunts and loosens his hold, allowing you to do as you please.
To show your gratitude, you plunge him deeper, tongue now rubbing along the seam of his cock as you flex and contract your lips. The muscles in his thighs jolt, and you feel energy rolling off him—the urge to do something, to react.
Steeling your resolve, you slide him further in and pull back, never stopping the pulse of your lips or tongue. It’s then that you suck around him, creating the wet sounds of suction that fill your small bedroom.
The light from the hallway glows behind him, making him radiant; like he’s a god, and this is your offering.
You cup his balls gently and rub a thumb over them to test the waters. Your curiosity is rewarded when the single hand in your hair becomes two, and he moves your head for you.
They cover your ears, cutting out all sound. Whether this is intentional, you can’t say. All you can hear is the wet sounds of your mouth molding around his cock. It’s as if this is your entire world, that this is the only thing you’re good for, and the thought makes you drip.
Lewdly, you hum and moan your prayer around him. Noises of his own join yours, but you are not worthy of hearing them. Overeager, he pulls you down further on his cock, poking dangerously close to your gag reflex. Your second unoccupied hand wraps around the portion not in your mouth preemptively, and stroke him in time with your mouth. Seeing right through your attempt, he holds your head still and begins fucking your mouth.
It takes only a few thrusts for him to push deeper than before, making you gag softly, which causes him to throw his head back and continue the deep thrusts. It’s uncomfortable, but not so much that you feel the need to stop him. Watching him loosen up is so hypnotic you don’t register how worryingly deep he is in your throat. Until he surges himself all the way forward, forcing your nose to meet his groin.
When you choke, he groans deeply, and rolls against your face as your throat convulses around him sporadically. You’re about to beat at his thigh, but he pulls you off his cock entirely.
Quickly, you recover and recapture him despite the pull on your hair, doubling down with a soft mouth, tonguing all the sensitive spots you found. And to your surprise, hot cum spurts down your throat with a low groan. You drink it all until he pulls your head back and strokes his cock, shooting the remaining spurts on your face.
You didn’t think he’d be so quick to cum, and it seems, neither did he.
A painful yank of your hair forces you to stand before you can comment, and full of surprises, he licks a line of cum from your chin and smears it over your tongue with his own. The dirtiness of it makes a raw noise come from your abused throat.
Not breaking the kiss, he walks you to your bed and pushes you back; you scoot yourself to the headboard and barely shimmy your shorts off before he crawls atop you, flaccid cock in hand. With a surge of reversed cursed energy, he urges it to re-harden.
“Is this the difference between special grades and the rest of us?”
He doesn’t acknowledge your taunt, and after two pumps, positions his cock at your hole. Unprepped, his tip presses against the ring of muscle for several moments, unable to breech despite ample lubrication.
“The Viagra tech-”
Your pussy finally yields, and his cock spears itself to the hilt.
“Fuck!”
Mercifully, he doesn’t rail you, and instead rolls his hips, stroking your most receptive spots. It aches, his cock stretching you to what feels like your capacity, but it’s the sort of ache that makes you crave more. You meet his hips with your own, desperately chasing more of the electric feeling. He grabs the underside of your knees and leans forward, putting his weight on them. The position angles his cock upward and fucks you with more fervor.
“Jesus, it’s so big,” you say, legs trembling in his hold.
Needing a distraction, you cup the back of his head and pull him as close as your breasts and stomach allow. You kiss at whatever flesh you can reach, starting at his damp hairline, and following up immediately with the seam on his forehead. The simple kiss earns you a sharp cant of his hips and a hiss, tempting you to fixate on the scar.
Your tongue traces the divot faintly, careful not to press too hard and minding the sutures. The effect is immediate, as he ruts into you, slow, deep, and hard, surprisingly loud moans spilling from his pretty lips. Even his moans are rough, as if they scrape his throat on their way out. Like his vocal chords haven’t made such sounds in some time.
“Sensitive?” You murmur your tease against the raised flesh.
“Wounds tend to be, yes.” He kisses you tenderly, and when you sigh, bites your lower lip with a crunch. Teeth pierce, and copper flavors the kiss. You part with a hiss, and his thumb swipes at the puncture. “See? Or do you need further demonstration.”
“You’re such a dick,” you mutter, batting his hand away from your sore lip.
His attention falters, and you follow his eyes to your nightstand. You live alone and have no need for secrecy, so your vibrator charges in plain sight. Owning sex toys is something you’ve never thought twice about, let alone felt any shame towards, but you become flustered when Kenjaku leans over and unplugs it.
Excitement overpowers your embarrassment when he turns it on. To your surprise, he doesn’t place it on your clit, and instead keeps it in a low setting and traces it along your labia. His hips slow, but they maintain a steady pace. Your body tenses with anticipation anytime it nears your clit, but it still doesn’t touch you. The stretch of his cock feels amazing, but your clit practically burns with need, swollen and begging to be touched.
“Now, what do you have for me this week?” he asks, full of mischief.
“What?”
He pushes your chubby mound upward and finally places the toy on your clit—you gasp.
“Your report. It’s what I came here for, after all.”
He circles the vibrator around your clit in time with his hips, looking all too amused when you struggle to respond. You ignore his question, and instead squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm approaches at an alarming rate. You’ve waited so long, you’ve been so pent up, you just need—
“Ah, ah, you’ve got a job to do. Stay focused,” he tuts, and lifts the vibrator. You swear loudly, and your hips chase the toy, but he pins you with a hand on your hip.
“T-the first year,” you begin, legs trembling with pent up anticipation, “students–” you whimper when the vibrator returns.
“Go on,” he coos.
“They-they…” you trail off when a slow and delicious drag of his cock steals your mind. The vibrator moves, and you throw your head back. “Theywentto–fuck!”
“Speak clearly; this is vital information.” He presses it on fully, directly, gleefully watching you struggle.
“They wen-went to Ro-oooh,” with a click, he turns it up a notch. “Fuck, you’re–” he nestles it between your lips and rotates it teasingly. Only a few hums more and he removes it again.
“Please, please don’t stop.” Your voice warbles pathetically, “please let me cum. I need it–”
“And I need your report,” he smiles, as if he isn’t torturing you.
The hopeless look you give him must spur him on, because he fucks you with the most vigor he’s showed thus far. Ripples roll across your soft stomach and thighs, and your breasts bounce wildly, but you’re too far gone to pay them any mind.
“They went to R-roppongi!” You manage, and before he can torment you, add, “it was just—third-grade curses.”
Even now, as he fucks you hard and fast, he doesn’t pull out much, and instead focuses on stroking your all of your sensitive areas relentlessly. It’s so different from what you’re used to, and so, so much better. You don’t know if you’ll be satisfied getting fucked any other way now.
“And what of Satoru Gojo?” he grunts when you squeeze him particularly hard.
“A meeting–he had a meeting,” you breathe heavily, trying to catch your breath. The pause must displease Kenjaku, because he slaps your wet clit with the buzzing toy, making you jerk beneath him.
“Wednesday!” you yell. “The Higher uh-” you’re cut off with a kiss that’s more teeth and tongue, agitating your bloody lip.
“No need to shout, I’m right here,” he says cheekily, and grips your jaw, demanding your attention. “I’m sure you’re eager for your reward.” You nod the best you can.
A large palm spans your lower belly, pressing the plump flesh down to meet his upward thrusts. It feels like you’re even fuller, even more sensitive; your eyes bulge when a deep pressure builds.
“Can you feel it?” His eyes look wild, more unhinged than before, and it makes you squeeze him in apprehension. “How large this cock is—incredible, isn’t it?”
If you weren’t on the verge of exploding, the way he marvels at his own dick would make you roll your eyes.
“Hmm?” He pulls all the way out for the first time, and sharply thrusts back in, meanly stabbing your deepest, most tender area.
“Yes, yes—I feel it!” He repeats the motion, aiming higher. “It feels so fucking good!”
He chuckles and ups the vibrator’s setting, rocking into you faster. All you can do is hold on to him, your mind too scattered and pliant for anything more. With each powerful thrust, he hits the spot near your cervix, causing your pussy to clench around him and draw melodic sounds. You force your eyes to stay open, fully aware that this is a sight you’ll never forget. His disheveled hair clung to his sweaty skin, with most of the strands of his top knot undone. Pink tinges his cheeks, and his brows crease ever so slightly. The sight causes a sudden leap of pleasure, and you feel yourself dancing at the edge.
“Are you ready to come?” He asks, as if sensing the sudden development.
“Oh, god yes!”
A smile is the only warning you're given before he withdraws the vibrator again. The cruelty almost makes you cry. Before you can plead, he pushes the hood of your clit back and the vibrator returns.
“Then come.”
Everything you held onto breaks as you come, abdomen convulsing deeply, and mouth wide open. You soar so high you forget he’s with you for a moment. Your pussy gushes, and clenches him so hard it feels like it’s trying to push his cock out along with your release. The euphoric sensations quickly become a sting as the vibrator doesn’t falter, and you claw at his back and wail.
With a click, he turns off the toy as he tosses it aside, and traps you in his arms with his head nestled in the junction of your neck and shoulder. Teeth sink into the flesh hard enough to draw blood and a shout. Only four pumps more and he fills you as deep as he can reach, as if his cum seeps directly into your womb.
He lies on you for several moments, his cock softening and twitching occasionally. It’s pleasant, and oddly domestic, feeling skin against your own and listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing. Eventually, he slides free, and you’re reminded that he came inside you when it trickles down your ass.
“I’m not on birth control, you know.” You eye him as he flops next to you, making himself comfortable, as if this is his bed and you’re the guest. “Unless you want some kid of yours running around, you owe me a Plan B.”
He shrugs.
“Makes no difference to me. It wouldn’t be my first child or my last.”
“Ha, right,” you stretch your legs, sore from being bent for so long. After a pause, you turn to him again.
“Wait, really?”
#rct can get it back up#idc idc idc its canon#someone teach me how to end things bc its such a struggle#dreams of kenjaku ☁︎#dreams ☽#wet dreams ☽#kenjaku x reader#kenjaku smut#kenjaku x chubby reader#chubby reader#chubby!reader#jjk smut#jjk reader insert
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some thoughts on yuuta's cursed technique, rika, & the five minute limit
i meant to talk about this like. during the extended break but i ended up not but im gonna do some quick thoughts on it now before leaks tn! most of this will be spoiler free, but i'll put a warning before i get into things from recent chapters.
idk if someone else has talked abt this before, but the five minute limit, from my interpretation of the manga, comes from a binding vow yuuta made in order to collect more techniques.
in her fight against kenjaku, yuki says that if kenjaku were to have more than 4 techniques, his brain would burst, unless he had an external storage mechanism like yuuta with rika.
yuuta's innate technique is copy, but it is my understanding that without rika, he would only be able to store up to three other techniques to copy, and if he wanted to acquire a new one, he would have to toss one of the ones he already had (note: rika is not part of yuuta's ct. after jjk0, in my opinion, she is functionally a shikigami, which doesn't require an innate technique, aside from the ten shadows)
in order to store more techniques to copy, i believe yuuta has made a binding vow in order to make rika into a storage facility to hold onto more techniques. the problem with this is that there has to be some sort of restriction in place for it to work, and i believe this is where the five minute limit comes from. i don't think it is a part of yuuta's technique. without rika, i believe he could potentially use another person's technique boundlessly
the phrasing of this further makes me believe that the five minute limit is part of a binding vow. "only when he is connected to rika through the ring can he use cursed techniques (referring to copied techniques)"
the use of the ring as a sort of talisman to activate this binding vow reminds me of nanami's overtime binding vow. to activate this, he removes his tie.
his binding vow also limits his cursed energy, where he can only use 80% of his cursed energy when he isn't in overtime in order to use 120% when he is, similarly to yuuta's, where he can't use rika's full power without activating the binding vow.
spoilers from 260+ & theory for 263 under here
if this is true, and if yuuta finds himself in a position where he needs to extend his limit beyond 5 minutes to continue using gojo's body, he could sacrifice his connection rika to do so. i only see him doing this if he absolutely has to, like if he's got seconds left on the clock, because the loss would be ENORMOUS. yuuta on his own is powerful, and this is not to deny that, he's a special grade for a reason, but he would lose rika's power AND however many techniques he's collected in his time as a sorcerer.
i was trying to think of techniques yuuta has copied, and which three he might keep. probably the most useful one for him to keep at this point would be technique extinguishment & jacob's ladder from angel. then he'd have to keep kenjaku's technique as well to stay in gojo's body/have hope of going back to his own.
#i was also thinking as i was writing this#did yuuta copy rct from shoko? she's the only other one who can use it on others not just herself#it seems to be a pretty rare ability for yuuta to just Have#then again he does have a Ton of cursed energy#jjk spoilers#jjk leaks#jjk 260#jjk 261#jjk 262#jjk 263#yuuta okkotsu#yuta okkotsu#okkotsu yuuta#rika orimoto#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk meta
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RollerCoaster Tycoon website March 2000
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Ship dynamic when one of them only takes 1 sugar cube while the other is putting 6 FUCKING SUGAR CUBES in their drink
#6—six—six eyes#hmmmmm#going off the rails again bye#anyways good thing gojo knows rct because that’s a diabetic patient on the way#jjk#jujutsu kaisen
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This is kind of an out-there idea but what if Sukuna wasn't born evil?
One thing that makes Sukuna such a great villain is that, aside from this statement here, that he has no tragic backstory that so many other villains have, thus unable to warrant some kind of sympathy or understanding from readers/viewers.
Despite that, I wonder if he was able to heal himself through his RCT, which we all know is impeccable. What if he RCT'ed himself so intensely that he essentially obliterated his feelings and any sense of emotional pain that came with them?
I'm not saying it's a theory that holds, but it could explain why he doesn't seem to have any need for romantic love or pleasure (not that there's anything wrong with that).
#just a thought#idek if thats how rct works tbh lol#sukuna#suguru geto#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#geto suguru#satoru gojo#ryomen sukuna#jujutsu kaisen sukuna#jjk#jujutsu kaisen
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OLD SATOSHOKO AND THEIR GRANDKIDS
Ahh sorry Anon, I couldn't really imagine them old old. Call me Age-ist but I like this better anyway.
#lil baby Yuta#He'd be such a good dad man#Gentle hearted and patient and strong and nice#Shoko would be the kind of aunt/grandmother/godmother to just start being touchy with the kids#because she wants to send little waves of rct into them and check if they're healthy#satoru would be the annoying old geezer that puts the kids like on high places where they cant go down just to mess with them#he makes them have to say the magic word to get down#shoko ieiri#gojo satoru#yuta okkotsu#satosho#satoshoko#jjk#fanart#jujutsu kaisen#IPMSSA_SatoSho!Fanart
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