Kunikida And Dazai Is Literally Just Slightly Goofier Nanami And Suicidal Gojo. Like That Episode Where

Kunikida and Dazai is literally just slightly goofier Nanami and suicidal Gojo. Like that episode where Dazai is just trying to fuck with Kunikida? That's so Gojo coded.

You cannot change my mind.

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Guys, I normally try to keep this a fairly non-political blog, but please, especially if you live in the U.S. like me, take five minutes out of your day to watch this video.

Remember, just because we live in the U.S. it does not mean that propaganda does not exist for us.

This video deeply upset me, but it also helped to open my eyes to some things I wasn't aware of because I do my best to avoid the news nowadays for my own mental health.

Please, check your sources. Boycott Starbucks. You can live without your fucking strawberry acai lemonade or whatever. Just do the small things. Help in any way you can.

You know how people sometimes wear sweatpants with their last name written across the butt?

Imagine Gojo's reaction to seeing you wear them.

Like, the man loves them, because now he has an excuse to stare at your ass.

You: Eyes up perv.

Him: But I'm just reading what your pants say!

You: For five minutes?

Him: What can I say, I'm a slow reader

You: *face palms*

And if you get a pair with his last name on them as a prank because you know how much he loves it when you wear the pair you already have, well damn.

If you thought he was a horny mf before, you should see him now. The sight of his last name, written across your ass, proclaiming to all that you're his scratches some feral protective itch in him that he didn't even know he had.

And so what if it makes him unbelievably hard? It's your fault. You were trying to prank him.

All you got out of this was a new kink discovered, leading to him gifting you with a variety of pieces of clothing with "GOJO" written on it in bold letters.

Well, that, and a boyfriend that was determined to marry you, so the two you could talk about tattooing Gojo onto your body somewhere.

Okay but like, do i want to put my men through more pain...

because i really am itching to finish up the fics where you die in front of them in shibuya....

ahhhh omg thank you so much! also literally all of your writing is that impactful, so I don't know what you are talking about

Quiet (Inumaki x Reader)

Part three of the you die in Shibuya mini series

Note: the image for this header is not ai generated like normal. this one is a screenshot from ep.19

CW: season two spoilers, blood and gore, death, angst, trauma response, this one hurts a lot

Taglist: @starlightanyaaa @unforgettabie (let me know in the comments or shoot me an ask if you want to be added!)

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Before, his head had been so loud. Loud with frustrations. Loud with jokes. Loud with insecurities and words unsaid.

Then he met you. You, who was immune to his cursed speech. Suddenly, his mind was quiet, and his world was filled with bright, beautiful sound. He could laugh with you after he shared yet another cheesy joke. He could comfort you with his words when you cried. He could finally tell someone about how he was insecure about not being good enough. That he would never amount to anything because his cursed technique hurt himself more than it helped others.

And you listened. Soon, the two of you stayed up late night after night laughing, trolling people on the internet, discussing and doing anything and everything. 

Slowly, Inumaki fell in love with you.

And he was lucky enough to have you love him in return. So the two of you began dating, and he had never been happier. You were his first love, his best friend, the person he wanted to marry, and his other half. 

You were his person. And he was yours.

So why? Why was this happening?

You had noticed the immeasurable spike in cursed energy a split second before he had and reacted just as quickly. Shoving him out of range of the attack, the two of you locked eyes and you smiled at him.

Then the attack hit.

Reaching out to you, his fingertips had barely brushed yours before his left arm was reduced to little more than bloody mist. And you-you-

You were gone. Nothing more than a spray of blood, disintegrated bone and tissue covering his front.

He collapsed to his knees, stunned.

Quiet. It was so quiet. 

Later when help finally arrived and someone found him, they found him kneeling in a puddle of blood and shredded fabric.

When they tapped his shoulder he didn’t respond, just blankly murmuring your name. Over and over again.

The quiet. Maybe if he filled it with the sound of your name, you would return and fill the air with your beautiful laughter.

That’s right. 

When you got back, you would make it all better.

You would take the quiet away.

hiii, this isn't a request, but can we be moots?

of course! i would be honored to be moots :)