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[jakeneutron]

“Do you think EVERYTHING rots?”

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[flintstone-o7]

How does one interact with moots? Asking for a friend.

Seriously tho, I have a few, and they seem really cool, but idk how to like, interact with them. What am I supposed to do? Do I message them? Do I make a point to interact with them so hard that they feel an undying loyalty to me like a human would to a faithful dog? (They are the human.) Idk how to manipulate, mansplain, malewife them into liking me.

(This is riddled with sarcasm. I swear I'm not weird. The base question is genuine tho.)

[llannasvsp]

sometimes i feel so bad for doc wyatt bc why do people keep sending him questions about lloyd x nya and questions that are legit spoilers like what are we doing rn. he's said mannyyyyy times that lloyd x nya is NAWT a thing (nya has a whole husband lets be so fr). and likeeee lets just watch the show?? ofc he's not gonna answer the questions that are actual spoilers??

[igrisdee]

Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader (18+)

Vein of Deception

Chapter 10: The Blood Between You.

W/C: 0.8k words

A/N: welp, that's something.

Art by @/404_MORT on X/Twitter

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You woke to silence, and for the first time in three days, it felt final.

The room was still. No pressure. No pull. You weren’t dragged into his world like a puppet on an invisible thread. You were alone. And you told yourself that meant you were free.

You dressed in quiet haste. Your heartbeat felt calm, too calm. As if the storm had passed and taken part of you with it. You tried not to think about the emptiness where the bond had been.

You didn’t miss it. You didn’t miss him. That would’ve been foolish. Desperate. Weak.

You stepped into the street, sunlight fractured against obsidian walls, and for a moment, the world seemed to settle.

Then the pain hit.

It wasn’t physical, not at first. It was as if something inside you was collapsing. Like your blood remembered something your mind refused to learn. Your knees buckled. The air vanished from your lungs. And then, like a thread yanked tight across miles, you felt him.

Satoru. He was in danger.

You didn’t want to move. You didn’t want to care. But your body betrayed you. Something surged, senses narrowing, instinct overriding thought. You ran. Through the alleyways. Past merchants. Past guards. An invisible thread guided you, pulling you toward him. The crowd blurred around you like smudged ink, and you could taste blood on the wind.

You found him in the southern quarter. Surrounded.

Five of them. Hooded and armed. Purebloods? Rebels? Assassins? You didn’t know. You didn’t care.

He fought like shadow incarnate, blade flashing, body moving like liquid death but even he wasn’t fast enough to see the sixth one behind him.

You didn’t think.

You lunged just as the blade came down.

It sank into you instead. Deep and under your ribs and then, everything changed.

Your knees hit the stone floor, but you didn’t fall. Not all the way.

The pain didn’t just cut. It opened something. Something ripped through your skin like smoke laced with flame, and the air around you turned violent. Shadows coiled. The wind screamed in your ears. Something stirred in your blood.

You screamed.

It wasn’t just pain. It was a transformation. Your heart seized, then beat again. Too fast and too hard. Your mouth burned. Your throat felt dry, like cotton balls shoved under your tongue. Hot coal churned in your belly. Your skin felt like it was dying, shredding, melting.

You saw him turn to you, eyes wide but through the red haze he didn't look concerned, not even scared. It looked like recognition.

He caught you before you collapsed.

“Drink, Y/N” he muttered. Not halfblood, not human, not even liar; just your name that sounded a lot like an apology.

Your blood soaked his hands. You could feel it leaking from your soul.

“She’s transitioning,” someone muttered. You didn’t see who. “Too fast. Too soon.”

“Her body can’t take it,” another said. “It’s rejecting itself.”

He didn’t speak.

You clutched his shirt, breath ragged, lips cracked. “Make it stop…”

He looked down at you, jaw clenched tight. Something in his expression cracked for just a heartbeat.

“There’s only one thing that can,” a voice said. You didn’t know whose, but it felt like the sky itself was speaking.

He hesitated.

“No,” he whispered to himself. “She's not ready. She doesn't even—”

“She’ll die, Satoru.”

The silence stretched. That cursed pause. Then you felt his hand at the back of your neck, the other tilting your chin.

“Fuck. Don’t look at me,” he muttered. “Just drink.”

You couldn’t see his face, but you felt his wrist press to your lips. It tasted like warmth and power, but it felt all-encompassing.

It hit like wildfire down your throat, thick and ancient. It wasn’t sweet. It was sharp, metallic, but God it felt endless. It tasted like secrets no one should know. It burned like holy things turned blasphemous.

Your body convulsed. It fought. Accepted. Then, stillness. You collapsed into him, eyes half-lidded, breathing shallow. But how your veins fucking sang.

But you hated it. Hated that you needed him to save you. Hated that you’d tasted his fucking blood. Hated that something in you liked it.

He held you. He stayed silent, unmoving. The others disappeared. You didn’t hear them leave. Only him. Only his breath. Only his heartbeat.

Then he spoke. “Now you owe me,” he said softly. Cruel again. Sharp again. “And I always collect.”

You looked up at him, weak but defiant. “You’d think this makes us even, considering I ran the whole way thinking you were going to perish.”

He leaned closer. You could smell his blood on your lips, still warm. “No,” he said. “This makes you mine.”

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Taglist: (my soul-mates)

@sharp0teeth

@holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni

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Someone tell me why those individuals fighting Gojo decided to stop and commentate?

I think I want to put out more chapters at a faster rate. I have ALL done. Literally all. I want to post as many as I can coz tbh I feel like we've moved nowhere with the story. SO MUCH happens and so many new characters come in.

Also how we feeling about a Yuji and Nobara pairing, lowkey wanna use Megumi and Yuji as a pairing instead, let me know your thoughts on that! (pls feel my telepathic waves and choose the option I want)

[nekoqueenalice]

What am I to you, y’all?

Honestly, I am bored as hell and I need a excuse to post something, so I decided to post this because why not? Anyway, what am I to you (or what vibes do I give off anyway?)

(I wish I was an banger artist, but I feel like I have to improve on my digital art skills first (because I suck at traditional art), LOL!)

Tagging all my mutuals @ruinationz and @turbotasticnumberone and @cartoon-cat7241 and @cru5h-cascades and @seleyaaaa and @mono-squamblo and @strayfelinez and @strangelilangel and @yukihirop and @rivertheemoo and @meatmedallion and @eeeeeeeeep-lolz and @drownedsilverforever and @senpaipaws and @cartoonlover999 and @byronicmoron and @resolutelymadvermin and @wanka-wanky and @looksmokin and @justwatchedsometv and @oakwoodvida and @human-n0-l0ng3r and @glooberousgoon and @goddess-of-lov3 and @lucifersdog-luci and @casethecreep and @aoihibiki247 and @klyju and @fleshistic and @golshi-sweetheart and @femmesagemoon222 and @4ggravatez and @resonanthideoutruin and @saddmyths and @homestuckyaoi413 and @blueloky and @divine-vxnity and @ace-productions7 and @fiberopticemoweeb666 and @cryptedlullaby and @3veryth1ngstays and @blossomletters

[gerardwaysdoll]

best friends brother came in close second for gerard fic should i do both vamp and that

yes

no

Voting ended onJul 6

[brainyac]

Camie paced back and forth in her room, glancing at the clock every few seconds. Her hair had been brushed until it practically shimmered under the soft morning light, and she’d gone over her outfit at least three times—sparkly accents, of course, but subtle enough that she wouldn’t blind anyone… except maybe herself.

She tapped her fingers against her desk, her thoughts bouncing between “I’m so calm, totally fine” and “OH MY GOD, I’M SEEING SHINSO IN LIKE AN HOUR.” The idea of meeting him outside school, just the two of them, made her heart do these weird little flips that she tried to disguise with a dramatic hair flip in the mirror.

Finally, satisfied—or at least convinced she looked dazzling enough—Camie grabbed her bag, slipped on her shoes, and headed out. The café wasn’t too far, but her mind raced: Do I act casual? Play it cool? Or just unleash full sparkle energy and hope he can handle it?

As she approached, she saw him already there, sitting at a corner table, his usual calm expression in place. She paused for just a heartbeat, letting herself take it all in. Then, with a small grin tugging at her lips, Camie stepped inside.

Hitoshi arrived at the café early, not necessarily trusting the train system to get him there on time. He didn't put too much thought into his outfit, prioritizing the comfort of a hoodie and ripped jeans over any strong sense of style. Utsushimi could probably shine enough for the both of them.

He didn't know much about her beyond the ramblings of his classmates. But when she finally waltzed into the café with a cute outfit and a pretty smile, he found he couldn't disgree with their opinions. She had a playful air about her and effortlessly brightened up the room. He let out some tension, relieved that she clearly had enough energy to carry the conversation.

Pausing in his doomscrolling, he gave her a polite nod as she approached, but didn't do much else to affect his permanently-exhausted expression.

[asterthedesertflower]

Ok everyoneeee how do I be a alt loser teenager with way too many tumblr posts, a 30hr screen time on ao3 and a gpa in the negatives? There has to be a few on here