grabs a folder stored away since the day i joined
so hey gang, now that i’ve seen how the jjk verse works and all, i wanted to finally do this silly concept that i’ve planned for this account for a little while lol 🗣️
hey guys sorry for my inactivity, i haven’t been taking very good care of myself therefore my energy has been limited. i’ll be more active just give me a moment to figure myself out lmao
to awkwardly break my break off twitter im gonna drop this awesome shipping call errr.
♡ if you’re interested in some shoko yearning or something like that. we can discuss their super awesome romantic dynamic in dms,
might be a tad selective.
hi hi yall!! i’m gonna be a bit inactive over the weekend because i am in a bit of a writers block :-(
thank you for your patience (especially my mains, especially loretta and key teehee)
i’ll be right back with yall 🩶🩶
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♡ this tweet and shoko will assign specific themes, objects, words/poetry/prose, images to your muse.
would look something like this (what i’d assign to my shoko):
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anyways yall, ill be going on a break for a day or three to hopefully eliminate this stupid ass ghost ban. so if there is anything i should know interaction wise or you just wanna talk, DM ME PLEASE!!!!
maybe in another lifetime, sashisu get to be a barn owl, a black kite and a raven. happily flying amongst each-other, fetch foods and preen, sing songs and chirp nonsense.
it all comes down to shoko having developed complexes and a disturbed mind considering that she’s, from what we know, the fewer healers and doctors and the mortician. sounds super edgy (it is).
Utahime choked and buried her face in her palms.
"And you couldn't have picked anyone else to wear your exclusive designer pants?! Why him? Why him, Shoko? You were my friend! I trusted you," she groaned, voice muffled by her hands.
kinda explore what it’s like to be a woman who’s continuously witnessing all the stages of death, from knowing the person to having to embalm them, if rationality can outdo the complications coming with it. just me psychologically torturing my muse 💘💘😝
@dqrkrcses
@mercifuldeity_
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“i’m an innocent woman, besides..”
making vague gestures with her hand at satoru, who in fact, hogged up all the blankets. in response she laid across the two. using satoru as a leg rest and geto as a pillow.
“goodnight.”
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i open tiktok to a ‘toji as your bf 🥵🥵’ video and the first slide is somethin like “he goes crazy when you call him daddy in bed 💘💘” LIKE BRO, CRAZY AS IN HES GONNA HAVE A PTSD ATTACK 😭😭😭😭 BRO DOES NOT WANT TO BE CALLED DADDY
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loosely sketching the human spine and ribs. different positions and angles, every drawn vertebrae different from one another, twisted and turnt.
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no one has
gotten hurt
today; an
𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝘁 sight.
ieiri is taking this
opportunity to
nap. inelegantly
‘laying’ on her
chair. legs over
the armrest, back
against the other.
wouldn’t it be a
𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗲 if she got
interrupted .ᐣ
i’m so stressed out today i humbly request all gojo, geto/kenjaku, shoko accounts to quote tweet this tweet and tell me i’m the funniest and cutest person ever please please please please please please
if i don’t respond:
probably forgot i exist (because my brain is goofed) (in that case nudges will be appreciated)
busy
rotting and being a wee bit edgy
dead because of this probably expired sandwich i’m eating (worth it)
GOOD NEWS CHAT I AM STRESS FREE AND CAN FINALLY ENJOY MY SUMMER BREAK AND RESPOND TO EVERYONE I PROMISE I WASNT DITCHING INTERACYIONS I WAS STRESSING MY ASS OFF
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“sexy asian women are just lining up for me to appreciate. look at my beautiful senpai, absolutely gift wrapped in my exclusive 4d summer dress —“
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Utahime choked and buried her face in her palms.
"And you couldn't have picked anyone else to wear your exclusive designer pants?! Why him? Why him, Shoko? You were my friend! I trusted you," she groaned, voice muffled by her hands.
deleting my tweets won’t atone for my sins
i need to fucking spam those empty ass tweets with zero content to hide my monstrosity away from the masses and not scare away the baddies
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“it’s just that … i needed to proudly exhibit how my exclusive designer pants (made with pima cotton) are absolutely gift wrapped around this albino’s level ten gyatt. plenty of consent.”
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Utahime seemed to have malfunctioned as she muttered a string of incoherent words, gaze fixated on the level ten gyatt in question.
Then she exploded, whining audibly as a pink hue dusted her cheeks. "Shoookooo! Why would you do this to me? You know how much I hate him!"
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what’s with powerful men and their habit of hitting you with the ‘c’mere’ or ‘come here’ … out of nowhere ..
are you going to kill me .ᐣ .ᐣ why do i have to blindly heed closer .ᐣ
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catty grin, veiled with a smile of innocence. “works for me; you’re the best, satoru. ♪”
goodbye pima cotton gift wrapped gyatt pants, may you forever accentuate satoru’s magnificent curves.
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"A pack of..." He wrinkles his nose and scoffs, "What if I just add in how much a pack costs? Like 1.500 yen or something, right?"
Money bags here could care less. It's running the favor he doesn't want to do.
someone owes you money but because of some thin legal law you cannot get paid up? she knows a guy
car got towed but you don’t wanna pay the fine of parking where you’re not supposed to park? shoko knows a guy
your ex fucked you up? she knows a guy
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clivus, cervical, thoracic etc. being human means being a puzzle, a puzzle layered with other puzzles.
from genetic codes, to myofibrils, to energy.
at that point do we lose track of human development?
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@MlssRaven
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