#aaaaaaAAAAAHHHHH

[rb19]

[piki-miki]

i asked rick ai for fanart ideas!! ^_^

[cherryrehab]

the way this should be illegal...

[love-marimo]

HOLY SHIT KSNDBHSHSJSKSNSHSHSJAJA

okay i need to take a deeeeep breath

im actually scared of how manipulative kenjaku is?? 😰 suguru def won't approve of this behavior.

also it kind of doesn't make sense that he thinks that the culling game has no true gamemaster when he literally broke the rule system to add two new rules.

but then i guess it's bc he has the intention of putting drawbacks… but ehhh… idk

MAKIIII OH MY GOODDDDDDD YOURE SO HOT PLS I MISSED U

i mean??? come on gege?? hop to it!! 🙄😤

i just- AAAAAHHH yuuji :((( my baby needs a damn break pls

anyways choso's fond smile tho?? HELL YES MONSTER DADDY

jujutsu avengers, assemble! 😤😤😤

also this short flashback of gojo 🥹🥹 i miss him so much my goodness. it's just bittersweet to even watch shoko reminisce about the memory of gojo not wanting to be alone anymore.

....

"come back already gojo"

HAH. i bet gege used that line to rile us up and yes i believe it worked on me 😩😭 i need him to finish this stupid ass game.

[youareinlove]

ok but i literally do want to throw my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks

[floydsteeth]

Someone feed me please

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

LAST ASSIGNMENT HANDED IN DEGREE DONE HAHAHAHAHA

[luna-loveboop]

I WANTED SLEEP

[itspkuwu]

🚨OFFICAL REUBEN FUNKO POP HAS BEEN RELASED. THIS IS NOT A DRILL🚨

IM GONNA CRY YALL IVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG

[a-tale-of-legends]

I'M GONNA FUCKING CRY

[gerudospiriit]

In the vast emptiness of his imprisonment within the Sacred Realm, Ganondorf drifts aimlessly, suspended in a limbo of existence. Time feels both endless and finite, its passing is only a mere abstraction within this ethereal void. Yet, amongst this unnatural and mysterious stillness, the King of Thieves can sense something familiar, something that stirs inside of him...

Nabooru's essence resonates with him, an anchor that ties him to the world he left behind.

As days blur into weeks, and weeks turn into months--or, what he assumes has been months--Ganondorf finds he's become attuned to the threads of the Sages' chains that bind him to this ghost realm. And among them all, he recognizes a distinct connection that pulses with her spirit.

He is limited in what he can do within this space, however, the King of Evil works himself, tirelessly weaving himself into that tether in an effort to strengthen that connection, to re-establish that old bond.

As these ethereal threads intertwine, Ganondorf can sense her presence grow more clear. He can see her, feel her as though she's near him and as this bond strengthens, her emotions become more tangible to him, even across this vast expanse that separates the two of them.

With their connection growing more substantial, a bittersweet revelation washes over him. Ganondorf finds himself not only linked to Nabooru's hold over his form, but he discovers her joy and her sorrow, he is connected not only to her powers, but also her pain. She curses his name under her breath, he hears it like a thunderbolt crashing down next to him. She strikes her fist against one of the Sacred Realm's barriers, he feels it reverberate through him like a shockwave.

A profound mix of rage, sorrow, and regret floods his entire being. It's as if her emotions surge within his chest; a tempest of feelings that course through him rapidly. In that fleeting moment, Ganondorf shares Nabooru's burden, experiencing her turmoil as if it was his own to bear.

It's through the spectral echoes of the Sacred Realm that Ganondorf's voice drifts like a haunting whisper as he reaches out to her across the void. "That... ...hurt." His voice, once thought to be stolen by the space between realms, echoes through, tone tinged with an unexpected mix of vulnerability and melancholy.

"Deep within, I felt it."

Her fist froze against the barrier, gold, misty eyes wide. Painted lips parted, but words failed to pass through them. This realm functioned differently. Time stood still and the air itself shifted in ways she could never quite explain. Sound echoed strangely and light lacked warmth. Thus, to hear a voice, one so familiar her heart ached at the mere sound, her ears had to be playing tricks on her. Her mind filling an endless void within her that mirrored the one she now stood in.

Hand flexed, palm resting against the barrier, power buzzing beneath it. She moved her face closer, as if it would somehow help her discern fact from fiction. Or see the prisoner within. She chewed her lip and swallowed the lump in her throat, heartbeat a rushed cadence. Then:

" Is...is that really you? You can feel...hear me? "

[div1n309]

why is it so hard to make friends irl :////

[froginthemachine]

Spent so much of my life so sexually repressed but I'm a human being who loves fucking and being fucked #fuckitweball

[coffiebear]

JAIDEN STREAM SOON SJJS WKEKDNSNSKZOOS

[silentgrim]

[menaceisdrawing]

Final sketch: Tharath's Mother and Father, Mairi and Mug

individual versions under the cut