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[fxtalitygod]

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•ABOUT•RULES•MLISTS•TAGLIST•

ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥

~𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍~ (COMPLETE)

Wasteland. Prologue

•𝑇𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒•(𝐻𝑢𝑠𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑!𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

𝕌𝕡𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘

TBD

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎

𝑇ℎis 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑁𝑂𝑇 100% 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑟-𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠/𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝑇𝑊 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:

𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝑰𝑷𝒔.

[sweetlandspos]

save a horse ride a ??? CowboySukuna from 2025

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[sweetlandspos]

Another CowboySukuna just because

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[fxtalitygod]

Oh my days…

[pika-toru-deactivated20260505]

precious.

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ you work at the convenience store and sukuna works at his family car workshop by its side, which means you guys acknowledge each other daily but never really talk. that is, until he notices you crying while sitting on the curb, capri sun gripped in your hands, and an unusual relationship blooms between you two. a relationship that both of you try to preserve desperately, at some point, but life sometimes has other plans.

contents. sukuna x fem reader! fluff • first times • awkward reader • sukuna is down bad but he won’t admit it • eventual smut • angst • hurt/comfort • eventual after high school -> adulthood timeskip in later chapters • friends to lovers to strangers to lovers?? the art belongs to @/to00fu !!

-> part 1 … or how you and sukuna become friends.

-> part 2 … or how you and sukuna spend your days.

-> part 3 …

[fxtalitygod]

I haven’t logged in to tumblr for a hot minute as I’ve just been lost in my writing drafts, school work, and work work… but I’m glad this was the 1st thing I saw when I opened the app

[ssshiversss]

I'm not sure if I seen any posts going around discussing the recent VERY DETAILED (and honestly kind of poetic in how vitriolic they are) AI generated spambots on AO3.

I feel like I just need to spread the word, because these guys are NASTY. But they aren't real! You can tell that by the fact that they don't mention a fandom, a character, or anything even remotely about the fic itself.

Just wanted to put it out there in case anyone gets one of these and it crushes them. Never stop writing. Writing and story telling is one of the oldest ways of connecting with other humans. It's a gift to this world. Keep writing!!!

[vampliro-art]

⛦ ⋆˖⁺‧☽◯☾‧⁺˖⋆ ⛦

Back study, that I made into Sukuna! Next time I wanna try doing a true form version.

Edit: I’m having too much fun, there will definitely be future 18+ fanart of him coming

[fxtalitygod]

WASTELAND. Masterlist

Synopsis: (loading…)

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

Genre: Angst (eventual fluff), mature, suggestive, arranged marriage, Enemies to Lovers, Slowburn

Warnings: Dark Themes/topics, misogynistic themes, toxic household, betrothal since birth, swearing/language, affairs mentioned...(loading)

A/N: This is considered a sequel/spinoff to my prior series, Survival, a Historical AU with Trueform! Sukuna x Fem!reader; however, it is not required to read that story to understand this one. That being said, Taglist rules still apply to be added to the taglist for this series. With that...I introduce, Wasteland!

• Prologue•

• Chapter I

[fxtalitygod]

Wasteland. Prologue

Synopsis: "In fairy tales, marriage was described as a ceremony in which two hearts become one for eternity. It was a concept you adopted as quickly as you lost it. You had every intention and desire to find your one true love, to find your prince charming in a universe you had yet to know, but when you went to your parents to tell them of how you wished to find a lover, they said to you that you already had one."

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

Genre: Arranged marriage AU, angst (eventual fluff), mature, suggestive, enemies to lovers-ish, Slowburn

Warnings: Dark Themes/topics, misogynistic themes, toxic household, betrothal since birth, mention of affairs

Word Count: 1.4k

• JJK Mlist • Taglist Rules • Prologue ↠ Chapter 1

There were times you wondered if love was real. The kind of love that you read in storybooks, or the type of love you would hear people talk about. It was something you longed for as a young girl. Despite the fictional definition of love you knew, you had always perceived love the way your family had presented it.

Sometimes, it was the minimal gestures of acknowledgement you would receive from your mother. Other times, it was the hums of approval when you would do something right. There were even times when it presented itself in a way that they would hold your hand during public appearances.

For a while, that was the love you understood, and even though the storybook versions were more appealing, it was the love you craved. The love of being acknowledged and approved in a world that seemed to overlook you, when everyone else was busy in their own atmosphere. However, it wasn’t until the age of fourteen that you realized that it wasn’t a love to be desired, and all it took was a slip of a few words to notice that, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?

We must understand hope before we lose it, so let’s start from the beginning.

Going back to fairy tales, marriage was described as a ceremony in which two hearts become one for eternity. It was a concept you adopted as quickly as you lost it. You had every intention and desire to find your one true love, to find your prince charming in a universe you had yet to know, but when you went to your parents to tell them of how you wished to find a lover, they said to you that you already had one.

You were lost, a little stunned, but after your aged brain of a five-year-old managed to process the words, you became excited again. You asked to meet your prince charming, to see him in his glory, so he could swipe you off your feet and lead you to happy endings, only to be shut down again. You were told to contain your excitement, told it wasn’t becoming of a lady, and that your lover-to-be would not appreciate how “energetic” you were being. That was when the suspicion began to take hold. You didn’t understand what you were feeling at the time, but what you did understand was that this wasn’t how any tale you read described finding your true love.

No story you read told of having a lover before you met them. You wanted to ask, to question how you could love someone you had never met, but something about the stale facial expressions of your parents stopped you from doing so. You went to bed that night, questioning everything you knew about love; yet, you still held on to hope. This may not have been the way you had thought it would play out, but you would make it work nonetheless– you were a determined little girl, and nothing would stop you from getting your happy ending…

Until you stopped believing in happy endings.

An affair.

You walked in on your father with a woman you had never met. The exchange was quiet and tense, and before you could do or say anything, your father gave one of the stern, cold glares that told you to do otherwise. So, like any confused child would do, you left without a word, eyes wide, movement stiff, and heading in the direction of the first person you could think of confiding in.

Your twin.

He was in his room, minding his own business, when you entered wordlessly. Unlike the usual banter the two of you would exchange when you were in each other’s presence, he asked you a simple question.

“What’s wrong?”

The floodgates opened, and before you could stop yourself from doing so, you began to cry. It was as if a switch flicked, and your brother was at your side, hugging you and doing everything in his power to calm you down. You were both young and confused, but what both of you knew was that what you had seen from your father was not right, and it crushed all your fantasies. And as much as it hurt you, it hurt your sibling as well. You remembered seeing his face drop at the news, but despite his own internal struggle, he still went to comfort you; however, once you had settled, you could only do the same for him. Your brother looked up to your father; in his eyes, he was a master of his technique that the young boy wished to learn himself, but the man’s selfish actions stripped that away. That day, you both mourned for what you had lost, but even from a young age, the two of you were taught to move on; so, that’s what happened - you both simply… moved on.

When it came to your suitor, you didn’t know how to feel knowing that there was an alternative to the fantasies you indulged in. Your arrangement was as stale as bread left on the kitchen counter for days in your mind. You were determined to still make it work, but you started to feel conflict between the reality you lived in and the fantasies you had once hoped to pursue. It wasn’t until your aunt paid a visit one day that you discovered a new ambition in life.

“A career,” your aunt explained as she told you of her ventures.

You didn’t see her much due to her travels, she described, because of her work in jujutsu sorcery. The words didn’t really translate in your head, and you had heard them multiple times in your household, but no one ever explained them to you. So, what was this jujutsu sorcery? How did it relate to your aunt? Like any curious little girl would, you asked, and she was more than willing to educate. It was a career, one that gave her a purpose to protect those who were unable to defend themselves, especially from things they couldn’t explicitly see. It was noble and righteous, and the moment this line of work was explained to you, you felt the need to pursue it.

You were aware of curses, aware of the occult and arcane that surrounded your lineage and the world beyond; however, you were unaware of the name, and your parents didn’t seem to be keen on explaining it. As far as they were concerned, your primary purpose in life was to marry this boy that they had set you up with– another factor in your life that you were not fully briefed on. Although many things had been kept from you, you harbored no resentment; you were only six years old when you learned this new information, and being young and naïve led you to think everything was perfectly normal in this family dynamic. So, with high optimism, you went to your parents one last time to tell them of your new goals and your renewed determination.

Only to be shut down, again.

“A woman to be a jujutsu sorcerer in the status you will be taking on is unbecoming. I forbid you to take on such a boyish task.”

Words of your mother delivered with the same uninterest as the expression on her face, while your father responded with a stoic and straightforward “no.”

You felt depleted of energy at that point, leaving after bowing with respect toward your parents before making your way to your room. It wasn’t even a week later when you were put into etiquette lessons to learn things as simple as holding a spoon properly– things you adapted to but held no joy in. It was like that for nearly a year before your aunt decided to pay another visit. Aside from your brother, she was the only other light in your life who gave you an ounce of positivity and hope when you were down. It only took a sentence to have you back on your feet.

“They can’t take away what they don’t know you have.”

That night, a spark formed deep within you, and what you had held yourself back from before, you sought yet again. Anything and everything from that moment forward would only be defined by your own determination and fate, and there would be many things to happen from that moment forward. However, one thing was for sure: a condition that was set in stone.

You had to marry Gojo Satoru.

A/N: I'm back! And with new vigour for this series! It turns out that I now need to sit in a library for a good hour and a half to get into a creative flow, and the outcome is truly something I'm proud to call my own. (^ v ^)

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

tell your favorite fanfic writers you love them

[mononijikayu]

just wanna shout out the fic writers who continue to let me dream and imagine with their works. i dont think our communities will flourish without them, i dont think ill flourish without them.

im not always up to date with everyone's work all the time and i quietly read, but when i do, im just always floored and awestruck. just wanna show my appreciation. thank you so much for all you do and thank you for making me see a whole lovely world through our eyes!!!

i probably haven't mention the other writers as well but i hope you know i love you all a lot too. you guys are really amazing writers and i hope i can be as good as yall as time goes by too <3

@seoafin, @nezuscribe, @whalesforhands, @tojikai, @yenayaps, @kunasthiast, @cinnamxnangel, @peachdues, @screampied, @sttoru, @rottiens, @nanaslutt, @fxtalitygod, @augustinewrites, @kodaiki, @kenjakusbraincum, @tteokdoroki, @sexlapis, @cumironi, @summer-oil;

[fxtalitygod]

I just opened Tumblr, and this just made my day! Thank you, love! You are a fantastic writer, and I genuinely love what you post in the community! 💙💙💙

[crumplstiltskin]

sketches from today (wip adult designs)

[solarsthoughts]

it’s a canon event.

[fxtalitygod]

*sigh*

[fxtalitygod]

Alright! I know it’s been a LONG while since I’ve posted anything on this blog, but I do want to make an announcement. I am completely removing “Wasteland.” It hasn’t gotten too much traction so I don’t think it will prove that big of a deal; however, this is not the reason I’m removing it. Let me explain…

I love the idea of this series; however, when I first started writing it, nothing about it clicked with me, not like how it did with “Survival.” When I wrote Survival, every word I typed down just flowed so effortlessly out of me. It was truly my passion project! But with Wasteland, I didn’t start off with the best footing and crammed too much in too little and it jumbled my writing and as I read it currently, I know it can be better. Where Wasteland is at right now is not a good representation of who I am as a writer and I’m simply not proud of it. This has mainly been the reason I have not been posting.

With that being said, I’m scrapping it, discontinuing it. I still like the idea of it, but given that it only has 2 chapters written, neither in which I’m proud of or has gained too great of attention in the sense that it’s not that I’m so far deep and people are so invested that it would be wrong of me to do so. The series will come back, possibly under a new title, but for now the only series on my blog will be Survival.

I cannot say when this series will return, given I work and I’m in school, but it will return someday. But for now I’m going to say goodbye to it and start anew with something I am proud to say I wrote.

P.S. I’ll keep it up for a couple more days before removing it completely just in case anyone wants to go back and read those 2 chapters one last time.

[honehonn3honey]

Board games with uncle Sukuna :)

They are taking this thing seriously, already take the cards out of the game

[to00fu]

[miniairo]

Red

[to00fu]

art style study + my super niche sukuna au with brujo ari's style

[to00fu]

sukunya