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[one-time-i-dreamt]

@pukicho was killed while wearing a Pikachu suit, and it was announced on this blog.

[fr34kpet]

it may not be the person you want it to be

[daymarenightdream1]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤/𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Satoru gojo x reader

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤/𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: hurt, ANGST, major character death (reader), swearing, graphic descriptions of wound (a little bit of gore)

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 588 words

“Where were you?” you warbled.

Satoru’s hands shook as they pressed against the gaping gash in your abdomen. He just had to keep you awake until Shoko arrived. Your gaze slunk downwards, peeping a flash of red before Satoru blocked your view.

“No,” he whispered, “Don’t look, keep your eyes on me, baby,” His face was pale and sweaty, a marked difference from his typical aloof and confident display.

Another terrible rush of pain rippled up your abdomen. “Is it bad?” you panted, an awful wrongness spreading through you. Something was wrong. Really, really wrong. “Satoru, it hurts,” you whimpered.

Satoru huffed, bile stinging the back of his mouth. It was the kind of laugh that escaped from a person’s soul when the absurdity of a situation had surpassed the acceptable threshold. Usually bombastic and mouthy, Satoru was lost for words. Your intestines were spilling out of your body, long loops and swirls of pink pulsatile flesh held up by his bloodied hands. Your stomach was mauled, sinew and muscle torn like pulled pork. The blood seeped and pulsed out, out, out, and how on earth was he supposed to reassure you when he was holding your fucking bleeding guts in his hands.

“Satoru,” you hummed, eyelids drooping down. They felt so heavy, and you were starting to feel so warm, the pain slowly dissipating. “I’m just… gonna close my eyes… for a sec…”

“No, no, nononono, don’t you dare!” Satoru shouted. “You stay awake, hey- HEY!” He slapped your cheek, causing you to jolt your eyes open. “Do NOT close your eyes,” he ordered you in a panic, tears stinging at his eyes.

You fought to keep your eyes open, his frame shifting in and out of focus. “Satoru, where were you?”

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry, I was just angry, I wanted to cool off, and they said it would only be a few low-level curses… I was an idiot, but you have to stay awake, so you can yell at me for being an idiot, please baby,” He begged you.

“Satoru, it’s okay,” you pressed a feeble hand against his cheek. Your fingers were cold. You had lost too much blood. Your head felt woozy and too large. “It’s okay, love, couples argue sometimes.”

“No, I should’ve- should’ve been here, I was stupid, and angry… Please, I can’t- don’t-  please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. I can’t lose you, too.” He begged you.

You groaned in pain as you shivered, when suddenly a very comfortable warmth spread over you. That... wasn’t normal, right? You thought.

Satoru’s head fell as he hyperventilated, panic gripping his throat. “What happened, baby?”

You took a slow, wheezing breath. It took you far too long to finally answer. “The curses… There were three special grades.”

“Shit,” he swore.

“We were totally unprepared. They went for the kill, so I took the blow.”

Satoru cursed under his breath again.

“Did I… Did I do good?” you whimpered as the edges of your vision turned black.

Satoru’s fingers brushed your blood-soaked hair off your face so, so tenderly. “You did so good, baby. You just have to do good a little while longer, okay? Shoko’s coming. Hold on for me now.”

His voice became muffled as you shut your eyes, the pitch of his voice rising, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. A heavy and irresistible wave of warm peace crashed over you. You just wanted to sleep for a little bit.

But you never woke up.

[titleknown]

There's some other philosophical dialogues from folks in both engineering and philosophy in other reblogs (Which I didn't reblog because Long Post Is Long) but yeah, speaking as the son of an engineer, with said engineer being a very "You can't fight city hall" guy who always discouraged my interest in the arts...

...Yeah, I have a hunch that being Mother's Most Special Boy in capitalism's eyes might have a bigger role in the shaping of perceptions than the idea of "people attracted to fixed/concrete ideas naturally tend towards both engineering and fascism"

Doubly so given how, I mean, that does throw a lot of autistic people under the bus too. Tho, leftist pathologizing common autistic behaviors as inherently fascist/reactionary is nothing new, as I will bitterly note...

Here’s a hot take which I am now half-convinced of

[octavia-goetia17]

Stolas really got Via an entire guitar. He may not be the best parent. But it's clear as day that he tries. He puts in the goddamn effort.

[darksly-z]

Luna lost in the forest Fortunately Celly found her

[trixieprank293]

This Is So Sad!!

"Love you guys"

[chibird]

It's necessary to have hope in hopeless times. Things will get better if we keep moving towards the source of the light, even when it's dark.

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[simonn0el]

Inspired by this post.

Prints available here

[arialamber]

YES I'M CRYIN-

Can we talk about how medic didn't have a single line of dialogue in comic 7 ☹️

[rainydays]

Lonely nights.

[a--z--u--l]

En Tumblr la mitad quiere coger y la otra matarse.

[lilblueorchid]

Are you ok?

Of course I'm fine...

[ultraericthered]

Exemplifies so well what makes him a victim of those who dictate this world's cosmic order and also what makes him a villain.

Wanting to get his aggressors who took his beloved daughter away from him to suffer the same ceaseless pain, anguish, sorrow and despair that their heartless actions inflicted upon him is perfectly understandable and not wrong of Aaravos, especially if it's coupled with justice for all their other victims. But in making that wound he yearns to inflict and the hatred that drives this yearning the focal point of all his schemes and deeds, he completely looked past any and all available less unethical ways for him to improve the world for humanity so that the order could still be defied and there'd be less suffering under the Xadian overlords, and going to the extremes that he instead chooses to go to means that a countless amount more people with nothing to do with him and his vendetta will be made to hurt, all sharing in a suffering that they didn't even deserve. Which Aaravos knows: he simply can't find it within him to really care.

Incredible villain. He's often the worst, yet also deserves the best given what he's had to go through and the darkness he lives with.

As much salt as i have with s7 this line is so fucking good:

I want to make them hurt. Because they struck a wound in me so deep, that it will never heal. To survive such a wound is to suffer forever and i want them to share that suffering. I want them to hurt.

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