❝ Yeah, Yeah ⸻ They Called Me In For This. ❞

sakura in a jjk setting would have a heavenly restriction which gives him enormous strength of course, but he's never been able to see curses so he was isolated in the jujutsu society same as maki and toji were, thus turning him into that mistrustful boy that he is in canon. i just think that would be neat.

Color pinups of the crew three years ago

These two should have more canon interactions just saying 👀

- Ep 52

he's so beautiful i need to consume him i need to tear him apart with my teeth i need to feel his blood dripping from my mouth i want to have him in the most visceral way possible i need to eat him alive

@cursedfell

the different font being used is so amusing to me. also are we sure they havent kissed

Caught my daughter with yugioh cards so i made her smoke the whole pack

maybe you've noticed already but i love writing villains, the deranged, the antagonists, the self-proclaimed masterminds falling into a pit of madness and self-destruction.

gave it some thought and shipping with gojo is ok, i just don't think i'll be doing m/f shipping bc i really can't see him with a girl😭 

★ 【athéko】 「 チェンソーマンまとめ 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter

❛  wall.   to  pin  my  muse  against  a  wall ( yuki and suguru, perhaps ? )

@gokunoban // 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .

his limbs flinch and his breath is caught in the narrow space between their mouths, like a spell or a curse he swallowed halfway through a dry throat. desperate, frantically looking for the exit - these weren’t the kisses of two lovers but two drowning bodies.

the smell of antiseptic fills his nostrils, giving him a sense of deja vu: half-eaten corpses, tears that have long since dried, blinking lights on the ceiling. time and chance has brought them to this place, though his mind stayed behind and that’s probably why her smell and the shape of her hips against his body feel all too familiar. sorrow is for the mourners. all those who become hollow can only pick stones and throw them into a well, waiting patiently for the bottomless darkness to greet them back. foreheads pressing, she’s the first to pull away.

suguru remembered, then, how much he likes her eyes.

brown, shaped like a pair of almonds ready to take a bite of. being looked at that way - like a case study and a pet - should anger him, make his stomach twist. hazed by the narcotics and swept by a current, logic forsakes him. the very core of his being is replaced by something else entirely and it’s warmer, sharper, heavier in his stomach. it’s mostly impulse what makes him search for a place around her waist, bring her closer to him. 

‘ came for a visit? or has my execution date moved closer? i wouldn’t mind being killed by you. ’ fingers tangle themselves between long strands of blonde hair, follow its course, a curtain that is lifted for the spectators,  ‘ red becomes you. ’