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[werewolves-and-winchesters]

“But I can change it, I can save them all?” he asks, hopeful.

“Think of destiny as a leaf floating on the surface of the river. With no intervention, the leaf will eventually be brought to the end of the river, a path which seems obvious from outside perspectives. There are many instances that can influence the course of the leaf, either directly or indirectly, but oftentimes the end result remains the same.”

“So you’re saying that even if I directly intervene in something, there’s the potential that the end result will still be the same?” he asks. “All roads lead to the same ruin, more or less?”

“Correct.”

Gojo Satoru dies at the hand of Fushiguro Toji outside Jujutsu High in the spring of 2006 but instead of passing on, he's given a choice - move on, or return back to the point in time when he died. When he chooses to return, he's gifted a vision of the future: how his life is set to play out if everything is left unchanged.

All decisions have consequences but how will he remember what those are if that vision is erased from his memory before he returns?

[lostinfic]

A Borgias Ancient Egypt AU (sort of, they're Romans, living in Egypt but during a Greek dynasty)

Chapter 7/10 on Ao3

Chapter summary: Lucrezia visits Cesare at the temple and suggests a course of action which makes him face a grave dilemma.

Could he usurp his father’s influence and take the place reserved for Juan? Would success guarantee forgiveness or would they be cast out forever no matter the result? Yet the thought of working closely with his sister, accomplices behind the scene, corrupt and corrupting, shaping the future of a nation, was a seductive one.

[arliaeien]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Johnny Joestar/Gyro Zeppeli Characters: Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, Hot Pants (JoJo), Diego Brando, Funny Valentine Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Pining, Requited Unrequited Love, Friends to Lovers, Canon-Typical Violence, Ableism, Internalized Homophobia, Self-Acceptance, Getting Together, Sharing a Bed, POV Alternating, Alternate Ending, Medical and Rehab (spin) Inaccuracies

Summary:

“The best miracles are imperceptible to the world.” – Unknown author

Gyro’s offer for Johnny to get rehab comes true. Important secrets considering Gyro’s past uncover.

Snippet:

[hemi-demi]

Because he loves me

The next chapter of I am Here is up!

[otaku553]

Fire (Part 2)

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(Spade Pirate Sabo AU Masterpost)

And that is!! 18 of 18 pages!! It's this long because I didn't want to break up their fight. I hope you enjoy :)

I had to rewrite their fight like,,, 3 times lmao. I'm not very good at writing fights because I'm Incredibly Passive Aggressive and Very Non Confrontational. Thankfully my partner helped me out a bit with making the escalation feel natural, so hopefully their grievances and motivations read well. In the end, both of them are starving probably-emotionally-stunted teenage boys in a high-stress situation, and Tage is being faced constantly with one of the biggest sources of his trauma that he doesn't even remember-- of course he's going to lash out.

Fun thing I learned this time around, if I struggle with planning a chapter, it can kind of help to write it out in prose like I would a fanfic, and then translate it to comic form. This is how I eventually ended up with 18 pages of comic,,, because I can't really estimate how much I'll need to draw when I'm writing in prose. In turn, this did help a lot with adding more natural behaviors between dialogue, like Tage tapping his finger to fidget while crossing his arm, or all of their pointing and gesturing while they're arguing.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A fierce duel commences!

[the-muppet-joker]

Also just FYI I am a parent now. I was shifting last night and I came across a reality in which the Joker and Kermit within me had three beautiful children. They have now moved into my Mind Palace and are just as real as physical world children. If you don't believe in shifting or think astral ghost children aren't valid, fuck off and go brain dead!

[lemonspades]

Yeah so remember how Zelda was a 16 year old kid when she effectively became the only reason anything stayed alive in Hyrule?

Cause I think about that far too much :D

Masterlist

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[werewolves-and-winchesters]

Satoru feels a buzzing sensation underneath his skin, like the time he and Shoko tried to see who could drink the most coffee in one day. Sort of like an uncomfortable pressure trying to escape from deep within him. It's all he can focus on, gone is the fear that Suguru is dead, gone is the despair that choked his throat closed not but ten minutes ago.

He glances down at his fists and finds that they're already alight with his cursed energy. His whole body is tightly wreathed in it, thrumming with power and waiting to be let loose.

He thinks he knows where Toji would bring Riko's body. It's time to bring her home. And maybe pay that bastard a visit while I'm at it.

Laughter bubbles out of his mouth, unhinged and deranged, and he staggers back to his feet, heading towards the exit of the sanctuary and out into the city to find his quarry.

Satoru wakes up on the ground outside Jujutsu High, covered in his own blood, with no memory of having died or what happened after. Spending the next year focusing on getting stronger, he's plagued by a persistent feeling that there's something he's forgetting - and the terrible realization that something is wrong with Suguru.

[fangirl-k8ee-ladyknight]

I need a fanfic where everyday after four am training, Jamie sends a “Roy-cast” to the team chat letting them know Roy’s general mood for the day and what he predicts practice is going to look like for the day.

When Roy takes over as gaffer, he stops the private training with Jamie to avoid accusations of favoritism. Within two weeks the team beg him to start back up again because:

1) him and Jamie are sniping at each other again and while it’s not loan season bad, it’s making everyone anxious and clearly the two of them need that time together to get it out of their system everyday, and more importantly,

2) they need the Roy-cast back because it’s fucking with everyone’s breakfast choices and now Will doesn’t know when to have extra towels ready or to make a larger batch of sport drink.

[quarriart]

The Darkroom. Part 1. (Part 2, Part 3)

[haosketchy]

Atlus Artober 01 - 06

Main

[egberts]

my german lego city guy just made lego weed for the lego mafia to grow in the abandoned lego warehouse

[bearotonin-international]

What do you call a bear studying for a degree in dentistry?

A molar bear

[acediscowlng]

tickled by the idea that charles and edwin consider Death to be THE existential threat but Death thinks they're adorable and has probably been watching them and updating the family groupchat with their shenanigans since they started

[rs-hawk]

My Brother’s Hot Friend: Week One

FtM Reader x Dragon

Week One, Week Two, Week Three, Week Four

Your brother got a new best friend when he was in high school. You always had a bit of a crush on him, but he was older and cold. When your friends were over at the same time as him, you’d all joke about him being reptilian. As the years went on, your brother and him stayed close. Even after they both went off to different colleges. Even after you ended up going to college.

One summer, your brother and you had come back to visit your parents. Staying in your old childhood rooms reminded you of what high school was like. Especially when he came back to visit his parents as well, so your brother and him ended up hanging out a lot. You couldn’t help but notice how tall he was-had he always been so tall? Had he always been towering man with eyes that cut through you?

Your brother was invited to a party, and to your surprise, he invited you along too.

“You’re too uptight. Every time we talk, you’re always studying. Do you even have any friends on campus? I mean, come on Y/N. You have a single dorm and you don’t even have a boyfriend to have over. It’s kind of a waste,” he teased you right after he invited you.

“You don’t have to try to pressure me. I was going to say yes anyways,” you muttered. “I’m gonna to get ready.”

“Good! You’ll have a lot of fun, and I’m bringing Drake,” he announced before running off like a little kid to his room.

You don’t know why the idea of Drake being there made you so nervous. It took you longer than you thought to get ready because of the way your hand was trembling. By the time you’re done, your brother was impatiently in the car, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.

“Finally dude. Come on. We’re already late. All the hot girls are gonna be taken and all the good punch is gonna be drank. I’m going to be pissed if I’m stuck drinking beer all night,” he told you, speeding out of the driveway before you were even buckled up.

When you got to the party, you recognized the house as one of your brother’s old friend’s house. You’d gone for a birthday party a couple times when you were younger. So, you slipped to the bathroom to double check your appearance before you ran into Drake.

Your hair was slicked back and pulled into a tight braid that snaked down your back. The black button up you’d gone with was fully buttoned, so you took a second to unbutton the first two. It wasn’t a job interview. You knew you shouldn’t look like such a prude. Your plain jeans and boots you knew were fine, so after hyping yourself up for a moment in the mirror, you rejoined the party.

Drinks were pushed into your hand, and you got pulled into random conversations. You didn’t see Drake, but the more you drank, the less you cared. It wasn’t until some guy was chatting to you about how hard his Computer Science degree was to get that you finally spotted Drake, glaring at you from across the living room.

A laugh escaped your lips. Even when everyone else was having fun, he was cold and unmoving. The guy you’d been chatting with you acted offended, but you didn’t care all that much. Your body was warm from the alcohol, and you had a confidence you’d never had before. You apologized and slipped away from him so you could make your way to Drake.

“Hey loner,” you said with a smirk as you plopped next to him.

“What do you want?” he muttered, folding his arms over his chest and turning away.

His annoyance only made you more insistent on talking to him. You touched his arm at one point, making him reel back as if you burned him. It hurt a little bit, but you swallowed it down. Eventually, your brother came to find you, and was surprised to find you red faced and slurring drunk.

“Man, I really wanted to run Y/N home real quick so I could go home with this girl, but getting him anywhere is going to take forever,” he groaned.

“I’ll take him home,” Drake offered, though you could tell from his tone of voice he was still annoyed.

You yawned, resting your head on Drake’s shoulder. “I’m good. Seriously. Drake’s such a buzz kill that it’s not like I’m putting a damper on his night. You should go have fun though.”

Your brother laughed, ruffling your hair and fist bumping Drake. Drake muttered something you didn’t catch through the blood pounding in your ears. A few minutes after your brother left, Drake pushed you off of him.

“Come on Y/N. You can stay over with me for tonight. I don’t want to wake your folks up this late and there’s no getting you to bed quietly,” he said as he grabbed your hand, tugging you to your feet.

“Okay,” you said in a tight voice, your skin tingling where he was touching you. Your entire body was on fire.

He led you through the party, his fingers interlocked with yours to make sure you didn’t get lost. Once outside, he tugged you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you pressed against his side. You took the opportunity to nuzzle against his arm, almost burrowing there. You felt like you were on cloud nine.

Drake groaned and you were worried he was going to push you away, but he didn’t. Instead, he clung tighter to you, his nails feeling almost like… claws.