#the characters... the songs... the humor...

[haleyusesherwords]

Alex really said: In my first season of Dimension 20, I played the tiniest little boy who was the physical embodiment of a man’s conscience. What would be a good character to choose for my second season? Ah yes. An absolute unit of a mob boss. The logical next step.

[trypano]

IM READING ANARKY 1997 AND LOOK. LOOK AT THE BAT BLOB IN ISSUE 3.

LOOK HOW HE RESEMBLES A WET DOG.

LOOK AT HIS GIANT EARS

WATCH AS HE SEETHES DURING THE MONOLOGUE

[chaoticchaosh]

Ruth dies on screen in an inherently funny way following a song about her hopes and dreams through the eyes of a character that she never got to play.

Richie's death was abstract and followed a song entirely centering his death. We don't see Richie die, instead we focus on the aftermath. both deaths are tragic, gory, and brutal but Richie's is always worse. Richie begs for his life in his final song, but so does Ruth.

Ruth's song details her regret and longing for the things she was to scared to accomplish. She might have had time but she ends the song scared. And then she's killed by someone she let fall because she tried to be brave, to be strong and stand up for herself. But she did it wrong and now she will never have a chance to do right and be brave for herself.

Both of them died young and with regrets. They both died just as they were given the environment to be themselves and to do the things that people made them fear. Both deaths were tragic. Both songs were tragic. Both of them died too soon, alone, and afraid. Both of their deaths were tragic but the fandom puts so much emphasis on Richie and practically ignores Ruth.

I have seen people say that Richie's death was worse. He was tortured more, it hurt him more, no one cared but this is true for Ruth as well. Ruth was Split. In. Half. That is horrific. Even if it was played for comedy, because the method was a wedgie, that is still a slow and painful way to die. Ruth's death was just as devastating as Richie.

[moontherula]

LGYK {T.F)

Summary: Pride; the rampant curse that transcends special grade. A plague embedded into the interconnected worlds: Humanity and Jujutsu.

Cursed from birth, Defined by vengeance and Broken from love. He was known by many names: The one who left it all behind, The sorcerer killer. But to himself? Well…

Take a look beneath the legend and embark on the journey of discovering the origin story of Toji {z̶e̶n̶i̶n̶} Fushiguro. This is the tale of a heartbroken widow learning how to be human again.

Fanfic Type: Origin Story

Love's Gonna Get You Killed

Prologue: Pride's Gonna Be The Death Of You & Me

Pride. The Achilles heel of humanity, an infectious plague that breaks down the mind and body of the beholder and their surroundings. The cause for injustice. For war. For the torment on those viewed ‘beneath’ them.

It’s deceptive beauty, hidden under the compelling facade of confidence, the one thing everyone aspires to have…only to slowly corrupt the minds of whoever it’s infected until they are no longer human. Diminished into a puppet controlled by myths such as status and reputation, those who are prideful will do anything it takes to protect their pride, to protect the invisible thing known as an ‘image.’

They resemble a curse more than anything. 

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ⚕︎ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Within the Jujutsu World, there lies the 3 big families: the Kamo clan, the Gojo clan and the Zenin clan. The Kamo clan, famous for their role as the Omyoji within the Heian Era. The Gojo clan, descending from Michizane Sugawara, one of Japan’s great vengeful spirits.

Finally, the Zenin clan. The very personification of pride.

The Zenin clan, full of puppets controlled by the noble status granted to them for their combat speciality. The clan that glorifies powerful cursed techniques over everything, over everyone. It’s strict ideals loom over the clan members, it’s presence everlasting, persistent and suffocating.

Those who fail to live up to the clan ideals must be eliminated. Not directly though, it’s too messy…too dirty. 

Introducing Toji Zenin, a pure boy that once gazed with wonder and adoration. Born on December 31st into a world plagued with hierarchy. A blank slate tainted throughout childhood. Damned with a specialised case of the Heavenly Restriction, the little boy had no cursed energy.

And in a clan that granted respect and value to those with cursed techniques? The boy’s childhood was doomed from his birth. 

Why? 

Little Toji Zenin, an especially small boy for his age, his appearance a collection of features that exuded innocence towards the cursed world he was born in. The little boy had jet black, short hair and a rounded face with the cutest chubby cheeks, adorned with a sharp nose and his pouty, pink lips that always gave him such a serious look. Ornamented by his emerald green eyes that held a childish glint to them.

A shine of a child who sees the world through rose-tinted glasses, as a haven full of potential for dreams to come true. Such an adorable little kid deserving of knowing what it means to be loved, to be cared for.

Yet every single time he dared to hope, dared to care, he was disappointed time and time again. Abused time and time again…

Known as the “disgrace to the Zenin clan,” Toji grew to be hated, to be ignored. Everywhere he went, every room he walked into, a deafening silence overtook the room and within their gazes, all he could see was the piercing chill of hatred, so painfully obvious that even a child could tell. But that wasn't all, he was subjected to their poisonous words as if their offputting demeanour wasn't enough.

“You’re better off dead”

“Do us all a favour and just die already,” Toji often heard.

Why me?

The clan members despised the little boy’s existence. His beautiful green eyes that shone brightly like malachite crystals, became the very feature his supposed family loathed. 

His birth marked the turn of a page within a book, particularly known as the Lamb's Book of Life. The page was marked as: Toji Zenin, signalling the start of his story. Thick and layered with chapters, some pages were ripped as if they was forcefully yanked out, others worn and torn at the edges.

The boy with no cursed energy has much in store for him and this is only the beginning. 

⚕︎ ┈┈┈┈ ⚕︎

Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care In another life, I surely was there  Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care  I care, I care    Hell-raising, wheel-chasing, new worldy possessions Flesh-making, spirit-breaking, which one would you lessen?

[that-bird-lady]

Does anyone remember centaurworld? Is anyone else even aware of the existence of this absolute fever dream of a surprisingly good show? Because I was going on about my life and randomly remembered about this show and I had the weirdest urge to relisten to its entire soundtrack from start to finish for whatever reason and after I did the memories of it all came back and now all I wanna do is talk about it rahhhh

[chibishortdeath]

I have once again drawn the Protectrobot who barely exists :3. Tried to go kinda picmix-y vibes with the boarder doodles and stuffs. Version without the boarder under here ⬇️

Heheheh u can see the inside of his leg.

I have been trying to write fanfic stuff aauaghhg, I’m very very writers blocked on it tho (_ _ ). But yeahg there’s context for why I made him a scemo and why he looks like this— uhhh quick context is he was briefly a Wrecker when they were stationed in Kalis during a terrorcon/(whatever word you wanna use for the undead) outbreak thing— they don’t know how he’s alive! Functionally, he shouldn’t be, but here he is anyway lol.

Aaugh— I HAVE PLANS!!! I have plans for this character! If Hasbro won’t do it, I will!!!!!!!!!!!!

[laugtherhyena]

@lesbian2011x thangs

[aphel1on]

when strangers have a 100+ song character playlist on spotify it's because they're bad at making playlists and have resorted to unfitting vibes-based choices. when me and my mutuals do it it's because our enlightened minds and wide-ranging music tastes have given us untold powers of curation. #truth