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thinking about her (three sword style Nami that Oda drew for One Piece magazine vol. 13)

I have not been able to stop thinking about her ever since I saw this design. I took some liberties with the outfit, giving her more of a sports bra and biker shorts and a sleeve (I am not sure if it is a sleeve or haki, I am running with it)

Code:// JUJUTSU-KAISEN

key: ✿ fluff, ♡ smut, ⚢ lesbian, ⚣ gay, ✰headcanon , ☾ angst

charatcter:// SATORO-GOJO

-> ✰ penis piercing headcanons

-> ✿ artist! boyfriend gojo

character:// SUGURU-GETO

-> ✰ penis piercing headcanons

-> ☾ ♡ IFHY: cult leader geto x non-sorcerer reader hatefuck (dark content warning!)

-> ☾ ♡ ILY: IFHY part 2 (extreme dark content warning!)

-> ♡ geto getting you to squirt

character:// NANAMI-KENTO

-> ✰ penis piercing headcanons

character:// TOJI-FUSHIGURO

-> ♡ hold it: full nelson + vibrator torture + orgasm denial

-> ✰ penis piercing headcanons

character:// CHŌSŌ-KAMO

-> ♡ giving choso a pussyjob

-> ✿♡ endearment and affection: choso’s love language is physical touch, and he shows it in the softest ways

-> ✿ choso never speaks poorly of you

-> ♡ drabble- choso whispers such sweet things while giving you backshots

-> ✿ choso feels like home

-> ✰ penis piercing headcanons

-> ♡ slow pussy eating on a rainy day

-> ✿✰ choso headcanons

-> ✿ giving choso a tamagotchi

-> ✿ drabble draft: artist! boyfriend choso

-> ♡✰ artist! boyfriend choso

-> ♡ “do you wanna get outta here?”

-> ✿♡ after dark: goth boyfriend choso sneaks around an old abandoned church with you

-> ♡ alpha! choso helping you get through your heat

-> ✿ choso lives in a punk house

-> ☾ i want to settle down

character:// YUTA-OKKOTSU

-> ✿♡ brat tamer yuta

portal:// Main-page.masterlis

The devil walks into your work on a Thursday.

“Hi,” you say, “welcome to McDonalds.”

The devil clops up to the register, red eyes sliding from the cartoonish picture of Grimace, to the Coca Cola drying in the grout, to the ketchup stain on your pale blue button down.

“What can I get started for you today,” you prod when he continues to stare.

“Uh,” he says. “I came for your soul?”

Your smile slips for a moment before you can pin it back in place. Thank goodness your manager is on their lunch. “We don’t sell that, I’m sorry. Have you tried a Big Mac?”

“I know McDonald’s doesn’t sell souls,” the devil says. “Your parents sold your soul. Before you were born.”

“Oh,” you say. That would explain…a lot, actually. “Well. I’m at work, so…can you collect later?”

“I’m owed your soul on your 18th birthday,” he says.

“It’s my birthday today?” You glance at the register. “Wow. I forgot.”

“That is so fucking sad,” the devil says. He punched the bridge if his nose. “When is your shift over?”

“3am.”

“Jesus,” the devil says. He turns on his hoof. “I’m going to go buy you a cake or something.”

“Wow,” you say. You press a hand over your heart. “That—that actually would make my week.”

“And that’s sad,” the devil calls over his shoulder. “See you at 3!”

Now you have a reason to look forward to getting off work.

Chapter 9

Masking

Ordóñez had considered himself a haunted man. He settled for the ghosts of love that he would find in the graveyards he dug. He could never consider himself a merciful man after the things he went through. At one point in time, he was the most gentle man in the world. From a young age he was pushed around by the people that could push. A doormat to anyone that would take the first step.

After the war started, Ordóñez changed for the worst. Isolation had become his closest ally as he caught himself clinging onto the sword he brandished as the lifeline rather than the very human company he craved so much. Now, Ordóñez saw people dying on a daily basis and couldn’t find it in him to care very much. If anything, he caused more pain than he had truly seen.

It only felt fair for him to cause so much pain, especially after everything he had been through. He would never admit it to himself, but he did everything he did out of fear. Ordóñez often questioned if Ximena was the same, but he highly doubted that was a possibility.

Rather than ask her any questions, he simply observed her instead. He watched the way her green eyes cut across the room like the glass shards they resemble. Observed the way she moved so swiftly in battle without a question of her agility. Kept a close eye on the way she would fidget with her blades during meetings with other leaders when she was nervous.

Ordóñez watched everything from a distance. He refused to let her know by the looks on his face just how much it hurt to see her destroy herself every day. So instead, he kept every little thing he could say hidden. Hidden behind the eyes of the mask with a disgustingly tainted smile.

“Ordóñez; would you mind bringing my boys back to me?”

Ximena’s voice was a mix between the sweetest sugar and the scariest monster he could conjure in his mind, but he found himself drawn to her like a moth drawn to a flame.

“Of course, madame.”

“You won’t disappoint me this time, will you?”

“Not purposely.”

“What do you know of the location of my Griffin and Axel?”

“I haven’t changed anything from my last run in with them, I wasn’t aware you still had their locations considering-”

His words were stopped as a card embedded into the wall next to his head, only having sliced his cheek slightly. He knew this was meant to be a warning shot. Ximena doesn’t miss unless she is making a point.

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I was you. I know what I did, I reflected on my mistake. Now that I’ve faced that truth, I need to get them both back before it is too late. Who knows what they can do with that jewel if they learned the power behind it.”

Ordóñez felt his breath hitch in his throat. He never felt threatened by Ximena, only threatened by the lengths she would go through to prove a point or make herself look like she was better than she actually was. He would never say it out loud, but maybe that is one of the things that draws him to her so quickly.

“Yes ma’am, I’ll watch my wording next time.”

He nods, dropping his head slightly. The library that they resided in was silent with tension, enough to the point he decided to leave before he got too overwhelmed with the taunting pages of the books sitting still while his heart hammered in his chest as if it was being put to work.

“That’s better. Now, when you do get them, I want you to call me with this device,”

she began, holding a small chip-like device in her hand, something she must have created in the days that she locked herself in her library to ‘clear her head’

“It will slide here and sit inside your mask easily.”

Taking his mask, she placed it right where she pointed and then looked to meet his obsidian eyes. Part of Ordóñez wanted to believe that he could lean forward and press his lips to hers. He knew that if he tried he would be something close to beheaded.

“You aren’t paying attention.”

Ximena makes a point of his unfocused expression. He shakes the thoughts from his head and forces a smile as gently as he could.

“I’m only paying attention to you, madame.”

“Then you should tell me what I just said again.”

“The chip goe-”

Within an instant, she pushes her lips onto his, dropping the mask she was holding onto his lap. He was frozen in shock, but finally getting what he craved all these years seemed to make the moment all the sweeter to him. The strongest woman in the world, finally his, even if only for a moment. Finally close enough for him to hold, to kiss, to savor as he wanted to.

Lost in the moment, he allowed himself to put his arms around her waist gently. She laces her hands in his hair, all too soon, he realizes that she clipped the back of his mask on and slid it over his face.

“Now, please go get my boys.”

Ordóñez tried to calm himself down as he stared at her, bewildered gaze not once leaving her.

“Right. I’ll do that.”

It came to his realization that he wasn’t much more than a pawn in her game. But he didn’t mind being a pawn if that meant that he could stay by her side the way he currently was. Wrapped around her calloused fingers, there he sat. Masked in appearance but his devotion unmasked completely.

And another one 💃💃

Geto: Truth or dare?

Gojo: Dare.

Geto: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.

Gojo: Hey Emily?

The chick who insulted us that one time, blushing: Yeah?

Gojo: Can you move? I'm trying to get to Y/n.

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Y/n: I feel like Gojo is looking down on me.

Geto: That’s because he's on the counter and you’re short.

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Geto: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

Gojo, Shoko and Y/n: Okay.

Geto: If you don't want to die, give me all your money.

Shoko: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Y/n: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.

Gojo: Bold of you to assume I can die.

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OMG KIDS LOOK!!! DAD’S BACK WITH THE MILK AND INCORRECT QUOTES 😫🫶🏽

Lmaooo I love the second one plsss 😭

You know I never thought I would mourn someone I never knew apart from watching through a screen, I never once thought that I would sit down and cry my eyes out for a stranger, that even before I finished reading that first tweet I would already feel my stomach drop and tears run down my face. I was in denial those first few moments, I hadn’t gotten the notification since I was studying for my courses, but when I sat down and watched all I could do was cry.

It took me so long to finally put my pencil on my screen and draw something for the legend himself. I am still mourning right now but I know it’ll get easier over time. One day, we’ll all find ourselves laughing and smiling over everything Techno did in life, cause wow he really did do his best to make us laugh one last time with his merch drop.

All I want to say is I dont intend to stop drawing him, like I said in a reblog, I don’t want to stop creating because of what happened, but for him, I think this is one of the few ways I can keep his memory alive, by creating things that he loved. I’ll be taking a break for a bit, and I’ll see where that’ll lead me, but Technoblade was a big inspiration for me, and he still continues to be and now more than ever I’m determined to create more and make him proud.

All I can say is, Rest easy, king

And I now you’re pvping god right now and are probably winning

Let's be friends in Pokémon GO! My Trainer Code is 3433 5088 3658!

Someone please I’m begging for friends to randomly send gifts to

Update: it’s only been 5 minutes but someone’s already added me and I hope you know I love you