Sometimes When I Think About Hades In Waking Up In PJO, I Imagine Him Sitting By This Fire He Made In

Them. I'm so normal about them.

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﹙Jujutsu Kaisen x Lookism﹚

( ၴႅၴI'm so bored | pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

ft. Fem! Reincarnated! Gojo x Various Lookism

— Gojo was reincarnated to Lookism and became a teacher there. | Lookism-typical violence, stalking, death, spoilers, crack.

It's been a rough day for me, I figure it may be a rough day for y'all. Please enjoy this picture of my idiot cats.

Sausage could summon Pearl if he made a big enough shulker mess

these are all four-leafed clovers… seems like it’s a lot of luck

reblog for some good luck (always share positivity)!

𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓼… 𝓞𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓼, 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮

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Please that’s so funny, and something I feel like would definitely happen. But I couldn’t help but imagine if MC goes on their first date, literally everyone that knows them is there spying in the most ridiculous disguises

No one even bats an eye at Luke, who’s also there, too busy spying on MC

Oh my god. Thinking about Annabeth in a mustache, Clarisse dressed up like Belma from scooby Doo with thick glasses to match, and Percy in a dress with a *obviously* fake blonde wig.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Annabeth whispers,

“Who the hell knows, what do a god and a teenager have in common?”

“Clarisse, how old was your mom when she met Ares?”

“She was twenty-five and she wanted to get back at her parents, it went too far, what does that have to do with anything?!”

“So we can get some perspective—”

“Would you two be quiet?” A fourth voice pipes in. And they all turn very slowly to see Luke Castellan, traitor of Olympus, wearing a brown wig and thick glasses, scowling at the table you’re sitting at. “I can’t hear.”

(The person (Y/N) is on a date with is Ares in this situation)

so. how are we feeling...

yea....

Deeply fucking unsettling things about the Honored One himself, Satoru Gojo

Thanks to his ability to fuck with gravity, you put him in a blank, empty room with identical walls, floor, and ceiling with no doors or windows, he'll quickly lose track of which way is up. Realistically this situation would probably never happen, but the concept freaks him out ever since Geto made a joke about it once.

Gojo's body maintains a perfect thermodynamic equilibrium, making his skin creepily cool to the touch. He can go out in a blizzard with shorts on, and between that and Infinity, he'd be perfectly fine. It makes for a cool party trick, because he can stick his hand in a candle flame or put cigarettes out on his arms with no ill effects.

He's unsettlingly clean at all times, because dirt can't touch him. Gojo hasn't needed to use stain remover on his uniform in years.

He quite literally has six eyes. He keeps four of them shut and all of them hidden most of the time, though, because a) looking into all six at once would liquefy the brain of your average human, and b) his Six Eyes are constantly feeding unfathomable amounts of information into his brain every second. Even with his tolerance to his powers and mastery of the reverse curse technique, there's only so much stimuli a human brain can process without completely shutting down, and Gojo doesn't want to find out what that'll do to him--in a nutshell, just because he can see things that mankind can't even hope to comprehend doesn't mean he wants to.

He can perceive the entire electromagnetic spectrum, meaning he can see shrimp colors. Everyone else desperately wants him to describe the shrimp colors. Gojo continues to smugly refuse.

Because of his reverse curse technique constantly refreshing and regenerating his body, he just. doesn't really need to eat anymore. or drink. or even breathe. His body is basically frozen at peak physical condition, and it's very likely that he is functionally immortal.

Sometimes, Gojo forgets what pain feels like, because nothing can touch him. Pain feels almost like pleasure to him, because nothing can hurt him. Nothing can even touch him, and Gojo has secretly developed a perverted interest in seeing how badly he can mutilate himself before he's forced to reengage his technique and heal.

Gojo can bend and contort himself in ways that aren't humanly possible, run faster and farther and lift heavier objects than anyone alive, because his body can repair itself almost as fast as it's damaged, depending on how severe the injury. Basically, he has permanent hysterical strength, letting him push his body past its limits to perform feats that would kill a normal human with no ill effects.

Gojo doesn't sleep. He literally can't unless he releases his technique, because his body is constantly being refreshed and doesn't need to shut down. Oh well, it's for the better. He's most vulnerable while he's sleeping anyway, and it opens up his schedule by a lot.

His teeth grow now, almost like a rodent's. He has to file them down to be able to open and close his mouth properly, along with much more frequent trimming of his hair and nails.

His skin is oddly smooth, and unnaturally pristine. Gojo hasn't recieved a single scar since Toji sliced him open, and all the ones he'd recieved before are healed flawlessly at this point. His hands are so soft they make it look like he hasn't fought a day in his life, because calluses aren't able to form anymore.

Gojo's been around the world countless times now. He can go wherever he wants with a thought; the only cost is his sanity. Warping himself across the Pacific for lunch in San Francisco is fun, but he can only do it a few times a week if he doesn't want to have another... ah, episode.

These episodes involve blackouts, gaps in his memory where his powers manage to slip their leashes from overuse and literally short-circuit his brain. He's only had a few so far, and every time, he wakes up in the infirmary completely unscathed, with blood all over his clothes and an awful fucking migraine. Nobody knows what happens or where he goes, and all Shoko's been able to tell him is that when it happens, he seems to go into a giddy fugue before blasting his way out of the compound and vanishing for anywhere from days to weeks. Gojo's absolutely terrified of these episodes, because he's wholly aware that if he lost it for real, nobody would be able to stop him.

He looks human enough, but if you look closer, he quickly starts to set off the uncanny valley effect. It's like a wolf in sheep's clothing--because you know how dangerous he is, even though he appears relatively harmless at first. Everyone who meets him has the same fear response clawing at the back of their mind as their hindbrain screams at them to fucking run, because Gojo is an apex predator in the body of a prey animal. His very presence awakens primal fear that's been entrenched in every human since the dawn of time--the fear of things that go bump in the night, of cosmic horrors beyond what mankind can even hope to comprehend.

His eyes glow all the time now, and the energy crackling in the air around him feels like the static that comes before a lightning strike. Satoru Gojo is insistent that he's still human even though he's the strongest, but... is he, really?

Absolutely heartbroken imagining Luke asking MC to run away with him 😔

Okay but you know something crazy? The whole thing with Luke is that he knows better than to ask.

Remember when (Y/N) had to tell Dennis and their dad that they were going to keep coming to CHB, because they had something they needed to do here—something only they could do.

Luke doesn’t need to be told. He can see it. Over the course of two years he watches you become a witch in your own right, opening portals and space time distortions, and growing the best of the farms strawberries (even better than Demeter’s kids), and if he had to point out which of the campers was the best of them, the pinnacle of talent, he’d pick you.

But he also sees you try to revive Thalia’s tree. You talk about the potions all year long in your letters, about different blends and different methods and ingredients, and the first day of summer you come with a suitcase full of them, trying each one to be met with the same fate—nothing. You don’t stop there though, you take quests too. Not just quests from your father, few could turn away the king of the underworld, but why are you doing a quest for Melinoe? She’s a lesser god, your sister really, you don’t owe her anything. But you do it, plucking exactly five hundred and eighty two pine needles and wrapping them in cloth before delivering them to her at the bottom of the hill where she’s opened a gateway.

She’s not the only one; Makiara, Persephone, even Thanatos—you heed all their calls. And it takes him a while to understand why, you’re collecting favors.

What’s an afternoon collecting pine needles if it means you’re one step closer to bringing a dead girl back to life.

And so, even if the thought crossed his mind, he’d never ask you to join his side—you have your way and he has his.

But that doesn’t mean he thinks you’re right.