#he's My chew toy

[moviebunny]

Jax is a prideful control freak asshole. No matter what happens he wants to preserve his pride (if he feels it’s being threatened) or reclaim it. If he can’t change the situation to put himself on top, he’ll try to drag someone, ANYONE down to his level. So, anytime you see him trying to reassert himself you also know deep down he’s freaking out. This kind of contrast between the actions and mental interior of the character makes me so excited I want to cry. I love Jax. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

^^^^ me

[blanc-ci]

Attention crew, the use of all modified dreidels and similar constructs is henceforth banned within recreation spaces.

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Hehehe Happy Hanukkah, holidays, and new year you guys!💖

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

You made her cry, time to die.

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[pebblefriend]

They saw the world in a similar way once

[kitkat13001]

⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 outro.

facing tempests of dust, i’ll fight until the end creatures of my dreams raise up and dance with me now and forever, i’m your king…

⤷ satoru gojo x sorcerer!reader

⤷ hurt no comfort!! 🙈 mentions of blood and injury, canon-typical violence, titled after the song by m83 (listen for best [worst?] experience)

you know your time is running out as you reach for your phone with trembling hands. your fingers nearly slip as you dial, slick with blood. you know the number by heart. 

satoru always picks up by the second ring. 

“hiii!! how’s my beautiful baby doing? kicking cursed ass i presume?”

the cheeriness of his voice is enough to bring a soft smile to your face. 

“yeah,” you manage, fingers curled tight around the gaping wound in your side. “not a goddamn one in sight…”

that part is the truth at least. every curse you’d been sent here to exorcise had left, abandoning your broken and battered body to die here. 

“you on your way home?”

home…now there’s a thought. you close your eyes for a brief second (though it feels like much longer) and envision it. 

satoru, waiting for you at the door like an overexcited puppy. the smell of dinner wafting throughout the house. he probably ordered your favorite to celebrate you coming home. probably invited his students, too. nanami, maybe if he could convince him to come. shoko might stop by, just to check on you and say hey. 

but at the rate you’re bleeding out, with how far you are from where you were supposed to be picked up? …you’d never make it. 

“baby?”

“i’ll see you—” you wince, biting your lip to keep from crying out as you shift. “—soon, ‘toru. don’t you worry your pretty lil’ head.”

“what’s wrong?”

you should’ve known there’s no fooling him. his voice has shifted from his special you-tone to crisis handling. he knows something is up. 

“nothing,” you try, but the pain is evident in your voice now. you did always hate keeping things from him. 

“where are you? i’ll come get you right now, just tell me where you are.”

things are beginning to blur and your eyelids feel heavy. “i…i don’t know. there’s…there’s trees? it’s getting dark, ‘toru…”

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” panic is rising in his voice now, and it sends a tinge of guilt to your bleeding stomach.“okay, don’t worry, baby. don’t worry, i’m coming. fuck, where was your mission supposed to be?”

you mumble something, and even you’re unsure of what you’re saying. 

there’s things moving and muffled voices on the line, and you call out weakly for satoru, just to hear his voice again. 

“i’m here.” his voice is breaking, and it’s not the static. “i’m here, baby, don’t worry. i’m on my way. i’ll get to you, i promise. don’t worry.”

you’re not worried, but you think the sentiment is more for himself anyway. you’re on your back now, and the sky looks endless. the blue has begun to fade into reds and oranges and pinks, dotted with green from the branches above you. maybe this isn’t such a bad place to die…

“i’m coming, sweetheart. i’m on my way, just stay with me, okay?”

you know his hands are shaking. you wish you could be there to squeeze them until he calms down.

“just…just stay on the line with me? please…?” 

he makes a faint choked noise. “always. i’m always here.”

your time is running out, you can feel it seeping through your fingers like the blood rapidly pooling on the ground. 

he’s babbling what seems to you like nonsense, his voice growing fainter and fainter. 

“stay with me, baby, please.”

you want to. god, you want to. 

“i’m here,” you echo, voice little more than a whisper on the evening breeze. “always here.”

there’s more muffled noises on the other end, but you’re becoming less coherent by the second. 

you lose sight of the sky, now turning dark, when your eyes flutter closed. 

you think you say “i love you.”

you hope he says it back. 

dividers by @/saradika-graphics — this one hurt. i have nothing but apologies to say for this one….

[carefulzombie]

ah . there he is

the Creature

[tazuransi]

Erm. Evil dizzy freak stuff it’s nothing too explicit but uhhhmmm

[puppppppppy]

What did they do to you

[mipmoth]

They said that

[nibbelraz]

Airplane Bro, please write some plot

[mcrlboro]

real markpilled scoutcels understand the need to see him suicidal and whimpering and convulsing in pain and

[klauw22]

yappa yappa yappa

[pretzel-bitz]

"We love you Leon Kennedy!!" We all say

Also yayyy first post of 2025! I actually got a lot done in the last week or so, once this resident evil kick passes it's back to hsr junk 🎆🎆

[shellem15]

One thing that bothers me in a lot of Shen Jiu fics is that they often make him too repentant. Like my man canonically would rather get turned into a human stick than apologize for his actions. This man has never said "sorry" in his life.

And you know what? His unrepentantness is what makes him such a good character! He knows he's doing wrong. He knows he's a terrible person. And he continues to be horrible, not because he doesn't think it's wrong or even because he doesn't care, but because he believes himself to be, on the most basic and fundamental level, a monster. (Also, that whole "only the stong survive and if you're weak you deserve it" thing he's got going on)

Why bother pretending to be something you aren't? When people will always see the rot within you no matter how high you rise, no matter how hard you try to hide it. Apologies have never gotten Shen Jiu anywhere; people assume the worst of him no matter what he does.

And I don't think SJ is incapable of feeling sorry for his actions, it's that he can never express that regret! In words, at the very least. If he lets go of his pride to genuinely, verbally apologize, the rest of him would crumble. He physically cannot, he would not survive going back to (what he sees as) begging for forgiveness.

I think if he ever did try to "make amends," it could not be in the form of a verbal apology. It would be through actions, most likely subtle actions at that (remember he will never willingly explain himself to anyone ever). He will never admit regret. That would be akin to giving in and rolling over like a dog (and he will never let himself be a dog again).

[jessenitrogen]

I need to bite him. i need to rip him into shreds. tear him from limb from limb. i want his remains to be untraceable.

if i do not turn this guy into VISCERA there will be DIRE CONSEQUENCES

[exaflux]

Dick "I don't feel fear, so you can fuck off" Grayson Vs. Jonathan "EVERYONE FEELS FEAR DIPSHIT IT CAME FREE WITH YOUR FUCKING AMYGDALA" Crane