#I’ll fix it later

[duckiemimi]

gojo in jjk 236

i’m not one to advocate for prying away creative control from a creator’s (mangaka’s) cramped, overworked hands, and i understand that with oftentimes fandoms get so big that the story warps itself into something out of the creator’s control, but i do know what a good character arc looks like (i’ve seen it in this very story before) and i do know what public pressure can do to a creative mind.

that being said, keeping gojo dormant for more than a hundred chapters, then unsealing him only for him to gain nothing from his long-drawn out fight with sukuna is insane. i was assuming we were building up stakes in his character arc! i didn’t think he’d die prematurely without resolution! how could he be given a meaningless death when it was all he and geto talked about at one point?

gojo could’ve been living proof that change is possible and that fate is breakable. he was born after multiple cycles of six eyes and limitless users, he was born a baby-shaped building block, jujutsu’s atlas with the world on his shoulders. alone and untouchable. but he changed because he met geto. he changed because he met shoko, because he met megumi and yuuta and yuuji and every single character that has loved and cared about him. love changed him. to be loved is to be changed, and to have him go without an ending line to, “this is just a personal theory, but love is the most twisted curse of them all,” is such a loss. it’s like a sentence without a full-stop, abruptly cut short with no continuation.

i initially thought that he’d be weakened by sukuna, but then his allies would come running to back him up—there is strength in solidarity! his true strength should’ve stemmed from solidarity and love! interdependence and connection should’ve been the peak of his character arc! why did we end up with nothing even after tens of chapters of him fighting for his life? why did every other character sit still instead of using their advantage in numbers?

but i do see where gege is headed. with gojo gone, the baton has been passed onto the next generation. there is no longer a biological “hierarchy” of power amongst the sorcerers (to an extent), and perhaps sukuna himself will falter because the balance of the universe was pulled from under their feet. besides love, jjk is also about generational second chances: sashisu and itakugifushi; toji and maki; geto and yuuji and yuuta; geto walking to tengen’s quarters alone, delivering riko almost hesitantly, and yuuji waking to tengen’s quarters with megumi, yuuta, choso, and yuki. silhouettes in the dark of the tunnels. hell, you could even count yaga as a teacher and gojo as a teacher. or yaga’s CT and how he gave a child another chance at life. yuuji’s multiple resurrections. kenjaku and tengen. i get it, i do—i understand what gege’s trying to do here, but i’m tired of him using these characters as plot devices instead of giving them the resolution they deserve. (especially for jjk’s cash cow…he deserved more than a rushed end.)

i do hope that that one theory about gojo only being able to die if his head is cut off is true. but even then, after all of the fake outs we’ve had to read, that would be a shitty cheap shot. i’ll try to have faith; even that is wavering.

[elliejaybird]

Rain choro formel with chicks going through their first color molt.

[neon-kazoo]

A Familiar Face

[Warnings: medical setting, coming out of sedation, IV mention]

Hero blinked, face contorting in a mix of confusion and discontent. Slowly, their surroundings came into view. A curtain, a small room cornered off by it, a figure by their feet. They laid on a bed lined with blue sheets with several white blankets layered over them. A nurse tapped quietly on a standing keyboard to their side.

They closed their eyes for another second, and when they opened them again the figure at their feet now loomed closer. It took a second, but Hero recognized the features peering down at them.

“Villain?!” They tried to exclaim, but it came out more as a cough. Their throat was dry and partially numb, making it difficult to form any subsequent words.

“What-“ they coughed again, falling into a short fit. The nurse laid a gentle hand on their arm, assuring them that that response was normal.

Momentarily distracted from their enemy’s presence in the room, Hero noticed their right arm feeling oddly cold. When they managed to untangle the limb from the sheets, an IV was revealed settled into the crook of their elbow.

Not that surprising, considering that it was there before they were put to sleep.

Hero gathered themselves, eventually able to ask weakly, “What are you doing here?”

“You asked me to drive you,” the villain replied, something disturbingly close to concern lurking behind their eyes as they gazed down at the formerly-sedated hero.

Hero narrowed their eyes suspiciously. They remembered signing in for the procedure, but they decidedly did not remember asking their nemesis to accompany them to the hospital.

“Yes, really. I can show you the paperwork if you want.”

Hero glanced to the nurse for help, but she too betrayed them with a confirmation.

Talk about being vulnerable, it didn’t get more trusting than asking your arch enemy to stay in the building while an anesthesiologist rendered you unconscious.

Hero didn’t have the energy to be concerned though, so they accepted the help of the rival that was shifting on their feet.

A change of clothes and a wheelchair ride later, Hero was settled into the front of the villain’s car, fully awake and ready to complain.

“I’m so hungry. Let’s stop at McDonald’s. I would die for some salty fries.”

“Sorry, you can’t eat yet,” Villain informed them apologetically.

Hero glanced at the clock and groaned.

“Some water, at least?” Hero begged.

“No on that too, I’m afraid.”

“What? So you just want me to starve?”

“Not me,” Villain replied easily, not bothering to take their eyes off the road to witness Hero’s grumbling, “Doctor’s orders.”

“So you let doctors do your dirty work now,” Hero huffed, crossing their arms over their chest.

They pointedly ignored the smile that spread across the criminal’s lips at their tantrum.

A long winded rant about dehydration followed.

When they were finally handed a water bottle an hour later, Villain had to snatch it right back out of their hands before they chugged it.

Don’t even get them started on the food an hour after that.

[m0nochromem0use]

(wip) really hoping for a rogue showdown next ep

[sepulchuresketchbook]

The Mask of Sanguinius and it’s beautiful accusatory stare.

[aggressivedaikons]

LITTOL GUYS…

[minaminashimawaaa]

The struggle of being the descriptive type of writer that has to look up reference images too often.

Anyways, here’s a sneak peak of what I have so far. It’s all part of the rough draft so there’s stuff I still need to edit:

[2queenofmayhem2]

Intruxx by Glass Animals

Hey, hey! This is just a shitty little beginning to a story I was talking about where it’s Sagau but the characters know you aren’t the creator, but the player. It’s similar, but I’m definitely gonna change some things later on in the story. Hooray…also, this was written and posted on my phone cause I don’t have my computer with me rn, so ignore the typos pls

Hello? 

It’s so cold… Why can’t I open my eyes? 

Please! Please…

You lurched forward, mouth agape while desperately gasping for air. The cold hits you hard, making your already dry throat ache even more. Snow gently wafted down with the wind. This caught you off guard, and grounded you for a second as you stared in slight awe and exasperation. Wherever you were, it clearly wasn’t your home. Again, your heart beat faster, as if it was going to explode. 

Eventually, you dragged yourself up with numb hands and shaking legs. Carefully stepping forward, you wiped the few stray tears from your eyes and trudged forward through the snow towards the barely visible path leading down. YOur eyes trailed across the patches of grass coated in snowflakes. If you turned to your left, there was a path trailed up and disappeared into a cover of trees and a whirlwind of snow. To your left, there was another that did the same. You begin walking aimlessly downward, pausing every now and again to take a deep breath, and calm down. This gave you a chance to look over the cliffside towards a distant city that peeked around the mountain. It just made your head spin more, so much so that you slipped while leaning against a rocky wall. The stone dug deep into the delicate flesh of your palm. You yelped, before cradling it with your uninjured hand. Warm red blood pooled like a cruel waterfall onto the once pristine white snow. You shuddered one long breath when tears began to fall, clinging to your lashes and streaming down your face. You hated this feeling. At the same time, you didn’t know what else to do. You were on a frigid mountain where you were 100% sure you had already gotten frostbite, and everything that could hurt did, especially your head. 

Grumbling incoherent curses under your breath, you stand again. You had soaked your jacket from the way your injured hand clung to the inside of your pocket. You knew it was better to not take it off and risk getting even colder, even if it was to stop the bleeding, so that would have to work for now. The blood tainted the dark fabric a gross brown-ish-red. Suddenly, there was a nauseating stress burrowing into the pit of your stomach the farther you went down. Hopefully, it was just your paranoia, but it could be anything in this situation. 

You took a glance back up after what was at least 10 minutes, and your eyes immediately widen. Fumbling back, you nearly fall again, but catch yourself on a tree. After quickly wiping your eyes, you squint up, then widen your eyes again as if to get all points of view of this thing. 

No way.

Before you, a girl skipped down the mountain without a care in the world. The most notable feature was the bright red dress and fluffy little companion in her hands. You knew this girl all too well, but it didn’t give you any comfort. Rather, the sight of Klee, a game character that shouldn’t exist, gave you the exact opposite feeling. There were many more questions than answers at this point. God, your head was spinning. In a very confusing moment, you slump to the ground, and pass out. 

A small hand prods the figures side, then jumps back with a yelp at the sight of the red blood. “Fascinating…”Another murmured.

[voidcoining]

[ID: Two flags made of nine horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, they are dark indigo, royal purple, grape purple, pinkish red, fire truck red, copper, light tan, silver, and medium grey. The left flag has an image of a grey masquerade mask with three feathers: royal purple, dark indigo, and grape purple. The mask is outlined in white. End ID]

[ID: A red line with dark red devil horns on either side outlined in red. Orange text outlined in red reads “Team Villains.” End ID]

masqueradoxine

[PT: masqueradoxine. End PT]

a hedoxine (link) gender related to masquerade parties! this may be related to the history, aesthetics, etc.

———⭐️———

pronunciation: mAHsk-kur-ah-docks-ihne

etymology: masquerade + hedoxine

———⭐️———

coined by me! requested by no one

made as an attack against @rwuffles for coinfight2024! worth 5 points! (5 base)

tagging @coinfight

please let me know if this has been coined before!

[p1ercemyh34rt]

WIP that I will most likely abandon and delete 😼😼

They’re just doing a photoshoot trust!

[coquette-cockroach]

a wip

also I don’t know how to draw ponies

[everyone-is-queer]

T4T flag color picked from Little Mac and Min Min (Ultimate)

[craigwouldbesooohappy]

Currently what my 100 followers thing looks like!

[eldewinddolly]

Foaly ! 🥕

I firmly believe that one of the main reasons he likes carrots so much is that they kinda look like Root’s mushroom cigars and he can pretend to smoke to drive him mad (and it works wonderfully)

[motleybirdbones]

I should probably post this wip before I forget about it (again lol)

And here’s the ref:

[osarina]

good night tumblr citizens it’s time for me to sleep. i will answer asks & comments tomorrow night. it’s my sisters hs graduation tomorrow so ill probably be out all day but then i will kick my feet & giggle w you guys about uu & dazai ^.^