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i made this specific for this blog and entirely forgot about it but yeah take it
uuuhhmmm!!! I will make a masterpost now
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HAIII I’m Weenie/ween/whatever!! i am a MINOR !! and i go by they/them pronouns. I love Rottmnt but im in other fandoms like Jojo’s, FNAF, (lightly) Transformers, CRK, Undertale/Deltatune, Sonic, Hollow knight, Rainworld, LoZ, GO, and a BUNCH more ^^
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I haven’t shared a bunch of my art yet and i suck at being active bc of my poor memory 😊 BUT IM GONNA TRY !!!
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Working on my own TMNT iteration…. if u even care….. But rlly im working on it w my sib and we have a good chunk figured out so feel free to ask abt it
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ASK ME STUFF ANYTIME I LOVE QUESTIONS 😭 no nsfw or creepy stuff pls. I’ll also take requests(but be slow) And im very open to art trading and would love more moots ^^
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Seeing reblogs and likes makes me very happy (not normal) so thank u sm to everyone who does,,,,
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⚠️TCEST, PROSHIP, NASTY SHIT DNI⚠️ I DONT LIKE U 🤬
also pls dont repost my work w/o credit i am a child who works very hard on their things (normally)
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I prob forgot something but errr its okay
HEY YALL IM BACKKK so uh basically i had a heat stroke in the er LMFAO (it was like 39 c guys i died) and uh im back ill b starting on requests once i get home
Skywarp angst? 👀
#25 on Spotify wrapped says how 2025 is going to go. how's it going for you?
Something I posted on TikTok that flopped hard 😔
you’ll never guess what i recently got obsessed with
The state I've been in these past couple days🤤🙏
Dawg I've been crashing out and lashing out at some moots (idk how to apologise, and idk if I really want to :P but my bad I suppose)
Imagine liking your own post's
(me)
✩ "I would get killed by your hands just to see you live." .:｡✧*.｡✰───
summary: he loved you so much he allowed you to let him go.
contents: jjk as angst tropes series: choso kamo, choso x f!reader, established relationship, not canon so no spoilers cz i realized its called fanFICTION so i can create whatever i want, forbidden romance, choso dies cz of reader, fluff at the beginning, angst cz who wouldve guessed, also written badly
word count: ≈1.9k
The moon generously illuminated the darkness of the abandoned building. It was just like the way you knew it. You memorized every curve of it, how the light would hit each spot, the way the debris stacked on top of each other–and where you would see him standing there, waiting for you.
It started when you two both approached each other, thinking you guys were the same species. He thought you were a curse, and you thought he was a sorcerer. It caused you two to share the struggles you both had, and unbeknownst to both of you, it was similar struggles. It caused mutual pining that you both could only entertain.
You both found out when you first met him in your jujutsu uniform, and he saw the badge that you had. It was a shocking sight to see, but Choso had gently held your hand, calming you down once you found out he was a curse.
Now, you were meeting up with him secretly once again.
“Hello,” you giggled, your shoulders rising up and failing to keep your bubbly attitude hidden. You took your hat off, bringing your mask under your chin.
“Hello, darling,” he walked up to you, his eyes glued to your face. Stepping in front of you, he brought his free hand up to your face and tucked a hair behind your ear. “You look… as beautiful as last time,”
A sound of laughter bubbled up your throat, leaning into his hand. Choso held your hand, guiding you to the usual spot you guys would sit in that faced the moonlight. Ever since finding out about the opportunity of meeting you secretly, Choso had cleaned up a spot that the moonlight focused on, adding a carpet there and occasionally, candles. It was a spot where you two could lean against the wall, cuddling each other and forgetting the world really existed.
“A movie?” Choso asked softly.
“Yeah! I watched one with a friend today!”
Choso laughed, watching as you used your whole body to reenact the scenes and the story–he thought it was enchanting
“You think… we could watch a movie someday?” he asked sincerely, his gaze on you.
You sighed, squeezing his hand softly and leaning back onto him. “...Someday, Choso.” “You think that day will come?” He whispered, his tone vulnerable.
“One day, Choso. I’ll take you everywhere–the park, the mall, amusement parks–oh! We could go to festivals! Tokyo holds them all the time,” you chuckled, hoping to shift his mood into a more cheerful one. Your smile only got wider when you saw his cheeks rising at the grin painted across his face.
“And our wedding?” He teased, bringing your hand up and kissing the back of it.
“I already have plans,” you nuzzled your nose against his, a second of silence passing before you guys erupted in laughter.
It was an endearing sight. You two laughing at each other's shenanigans, acting like you were two highschoolers on a date–nothing else mattered.
Time eventually caught up, and it was time to leave.
“Next week, same time?” He asked, his voice hopeful even though he already knew your answer.
“Always.”
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“You want me to… what?”
Yaga raised an eyebrow at your question, putting his clipboard down and looking at you.
“We can’t afford to keep any Cursed Womb alive. Choso Kamo is a liability, and for all we know, he could be getting even stronger as we speak.”
Clenching your fists, your chest rose up and down in an uneven pattern, and sweat was prickling at the sides of your head.
“But the others are dead? How powerful is Choso alone–,”
“His powers are much stronger due to his cursed energy. There’s no doubt that he’d be giving you guys a hard time on your missions, and we aren’t going to risk it.” His answer was so certain, so sure that you shook. You shook, because none of it was sinking in. Every atom of your body denied it–Choso dying? Because of you?
Yaga noticed your silence, and he sighed. Grabbing his clipboard again and standing up, he spoke.
“If you think the mission’s too much for you, then I can assign it to another student.”
Your head snapped up at him. No–no one else could kill him. No one else should kill Choso–Choso shouldn’t even be killed! Choso was human–you know it. You’d know all of it. How he made you feel more human than the jujutsu society ever had, that he’d shared your feelings and troubles and love and affection–
But, if you didn’t take it, then someone else would. If you didn’t kill him, he’d die anyway. If he didn’t die by your hands… someone’s bound to give him a painful death. Someone else is going to cause him harm in his last moments. And you’d miss it all.
The thought of it made your head throb. Your pulse raced enough for you to hear it in your ears. You were anxious about him getting hurt–being shown no mercy before his death when it was all he deserved. Mercy.
“I… I’ll take it.”
This way, you can ensure he has a quick, painless death.
Yaga hummed, nodding in satisfaction. “Very well then, the deadline is next week.”
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This mission was easy. Physically. And you hated it. You hated it because it was as easy as depending on your love for each other to meet with him and only take advantage of it. You came here early this time, wanting to be the first one to see Choso… and the last time you would.
“Hey,” he arrived, beaming. And the sight hurt. Tonight, you had to carry his blood. A rope in your chest tightened, and your breath staggered.
“I… got you something. You like roses, right?” He revealed a rose from behind his back, holding it out to you both proudly and timidly.
Your eyes went wide. The crimson rose would soon be the color spreading throughout Choso’s fabric, because of you. Taking the rose felt like a lie. Rejecting it would betray you. Choso always did small and cute things like this. For you.
Choso noticed your intense gaze at the rose, as if you’d just seen something you shouldn’t have. Your uncharacteristic mannerisms–hands shaking, frozen in spot, completely mute–it worried him.
“Hey, are you okay? You’re not usually this quiet… Did you have a rough mission?”
A rough mission? You almost scoffed, but when he brought his hand up to your cheek, you hesitated. For a split second, you almost recoiled, backed away. The gentleness of his touch would hurt too much right now. You didn’t mean to, but when your gaze flickered up to Choso’s, his anguished expression only increased your regret.
Choso noticed the weight on your shoulders. He noticed that there was pressure on you, and you couldn’t fight against it. He knew there was something you had to say, or something you had to do… and he knew you couldn’t tell him it. With the way a lump in your throat was forming and causing you to stay silent, he speaks.
“If… there’s anything you need to say or do, do it right now, my love.”
His sweet words combined with his tender actions–it broke you. Tears finally started flooding out, and your voice hiccupped quietly in your throat. Your hesitation said everything–you were shaking, crying–you silently begged him to say something different.
But he was steady. Calm. Almost too calm. Because how could he, who was absolutely ignorant about the situation, not knowing that you were about to end his life, still be so kind as he pulled you into a hug that you so desperately needed? Choso was giving you space to choose–no, space to do it. And you knew you had to, because if you didn’t, it’d end up much worse for him.
“Don’t–no, please–I can’t, Choso–,” you begged the world.
“My love,” he says firmly, not wavering from his point. “I trust you.”
And it felt like your breaking point. It felt like everything inside you snapped–your heart, your tears–and your muscles moved without thought.
Before you knew it, your weapon was buried deep inside of Choso’s stomach. Blood emanated from where the knife was hidden, and Choso collapsed onto you.
“No!” You caught him, his blood slowly dripping from his clothes down to your hands.
The way his eyes went wide broke your heart, and even with your sudden betrayal he was still holding onto you for dear life. How could you? How could you?
Choso still somehow found the courage to chuckle even at a time like this, while blood was dripping from the corners of his lips. “This… wasn’t what I was expecting.”
“No, no! Choso!” You brought him to your chest, begging the universe to go back in time–you’d refuse the mission, refuse to end Choso and run away with him instead–so why’d that only occur now? When he was slowly losing life right in front of you?
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” your tears mixed with the blood that was staining his clothes, yet the knife was still in him. Your betrayal was still in him. And it slowly spilled throughout his body–yet his love was still greater.
‘Hey, hey, my love. Listen to me–,”
“No, I’m so sorry–I shouldn’t have done this–I should’ve just–,”
“Y/N.”
You opened your eyes and looked at him through tears. How was he comforting you? When you ended his life? He had dreams, struggles, passions, and someone he loved.
“Yes…?” You whispered, your eyes closing the moment his hand gently brushed your cheek.
“Don’t let them paint you the monster, my love,” he smiled–the one you loved. “I know you chose to save me one last time. I would’ve chosen you out of everyone else to be the one to end me.”
But you were a monster. But you were someone who deserves nothing of his gentle love. Someone who was deemed a murderer–yet all he gave in his last moments was gentle love.
“I love you, my love,” he smiled. “Say it back one last time, yeah?”
You tried your best to scoff, trying to match his eerily lighthearted mood as you kissed his forehead. “I love you too, Choso.”
The two of you closed your eyes, pressing your foreheads together–in hopes for you to give him the life he deserves and the one you don’t. When you felt his hand slip from your cheek, you quickly caught it and tried to savour the last bits of warmth in it, convincing yourself he was just unconscious. You felt the smear of cold blood from the wind–only to remind you that it was his blood.
You were broken. You felt nothing but misery. The air you were breathing, the eyes that you were using to cry tears you felt like you didn’t deserve to let out, how your muscles contracted as you sobbed–it should’ve belonged to Choso. The Choso who never had the chance to live out any of his dreams. The Choso who never had the privileges you had growing up–it should’ve belonged to him. Not you. You felt like you should’ve been the one to take the dagger instead, and even then–you’d still paint yourself the monster. Because now, that’s all you saw of yourself.
a/n
oookay i kNOWWW this was kinda fast paced but i try my best to keep this series under 2k words sooooo it kinda ended up that way... i wish i couldve expanded more on this but oh! well! too! bad! (sobbing) ANYWAYS thisssss lowkey hurt me–i dealt with what felt like ages and ages of writers block and had to force this out of my system and somehow was able to produce something decently satisfying in the end soooo i hope i broke yall :)
(imma be honest w yall tho the original ending was to make the reader end herself in the end too but i thought maybe that’s too much…)
hope you all enjoyed *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: !!! - ying ☆
I bought the fifteen light novel a while ago (I still need to finish reading it because things happened and I got distracted) but when I was reading that scene in I think chapter one? Where its dazai and mori talking, I must have missed a word while going reading it because I thought it said dazai was his illegitimate son and I've never been more confused for a few moments ;-; I had to read the sentence again to realise it said he was not his son
If/when I finally get around to buying cosplay I NEED to aquire a chuuya one not just because he's an awesome character (which, admittedly, is one of the reasons) but my farmer ahh has sheep and I fear it'd be quite the nice little thing to cosplay him and take a picture with my orphan lamb
never thought I'd be thirsting after a 500+ years old but here we are
shin soukokus ship name is ugly it should be orphasthma or smth
"Mom said its my turn to play with the survivors!"
-SWISH SWISH-
THE LEGION is BASICALLY
GHOSTFACE IN DISGUISE
Change my mind
I dare you
I am frightened because I am so lazy someone would replace me. So that doesnt happen I gotta speak my mind
I copyrighted. Coughcough a show about Paizuri King, thats how its called. Yes.
Its a serialised comic, monochromed with possuble colored variations. The story is about a guy who wants to conquer all oppai lolis across the universe, but there are other female characters but they arent the center attention, they are also heros “”””harem”””” so to speak some of them but the story is about the idea of creating an oppai loli “tribe” with him collecting all kind of lolis from other fiction and storylines, so it is a doushjin.
But listen, yes its not finished. The plot is tacky.
I’ve wanted to simply share.
Me: *looks over at Gojo*
Me: *looks over at Yuji*
Me: Yeah I think my Father F/O would try and keep me away from my romantic F/O-
imagine ur platonic f/o noticing the feelings you and ur romantic f/o have for each other earlier than you yourselves do and being the wingman for u and ur romantic f/o before u started dating <3
then, Dazai lifts his head. evening sun streaming through the window paints walls of the agency in golden hues, while everyone in front of it melds together like palm trees in sunset paintings, their figures silhouetted against the light. he gazes at these people, unable to distinguish who they are; a gentle breeze tousles their hair all at once, they laugh simultaneously, and like palm trees swaying in the wind, they emit a single sound. yet he knows if he were to focus, he could distinguish each of everyones’ unique way of laughing. and if he listens carefully enough, he might hear his own laughter too because he finally understands what this is all about, what is there to laugh at. the wind, as if finishing its work with them, comes to him and caresses his head. the sun, merging their silhouettes, shines in his eyes too and the feeling is almost too much for him to bear. his eyes meets with Atsushi’s and the boy smiles knowingly. twenty-two years, he thinks. now I belong somewhere. he smiles back.
do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.
Character sheet?? For Genshin OC??? I haven't planned her story yet! But it'll follow in succession with Confession Of Memories.
You probably know whose back that is and what happened to it
y’all expose yourselves and take this fanfic test i was just forced to by an irl so now i’m making you too
guess who got in trouble for messing with the dead Turkey
*slowly raises my hand*
It got flagged XD what the heck
Ah…forbidden lizards I guess
(Sorry for the poor pictures ;w;)
Ah...forbidden lizards I guess
(Sorry for the poor pictures ;w;)
um...
What? 🤨😐😦
@desert-orb-blog what did you do
Definitely need more telekinetic animals in media, it's dumb as hell to suggest that statistically out of every life form extant on earth that humans are gonna be the only ones to get bullshit magic powers. I'm not saying you have to make them invincible or nothing I'm just saying sometimes you should have a random ape or frog develop latent psychic abilities and consider what they would do with those powers. A frog would subconsciously stop bugs as they pass in front of its awareness and use that to eat them easier. Maybe if it gets passed up for mating it flips its opponent over repeatedly. You get what I'm saying