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nuppu-nuppu · 3 months
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give Megumi his dad back
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dateko · 8 months
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˚。⋆ [4:01 AM] GOJO SATORU
a/n: it has come to absolutely no one's surprise that i have dropped yet another poorly written timestamp in which two people lie in bed... i spent the rest of the day wallowing in self-pity and typed whatever this mess is... enjoy!
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The day barely rises and the moon faintly lingers when Satoru wakes for yet another tedious work trip. Allowing himself to indulge in the quiet, the sorcerer’s eyes trace every inch of the figure sleeping beside him, committing every line and dot to memory. A soft mumble leaves his lips, internally fighting himself with the thought of having to leave you alone once again.
He watches you fondly with a familiar sense of longing. He wonders if you’re aware of how much he thinks about you, how much his heart burns at the mere thought of you, wanting only you to be with him. You came into his life so suddenly, catching him in a moment that threw him into a whirlwind of weakness. Yet even after all of it, after every twist and turn, Satoru is nothing but proud to be yours.
Beneath the bulky comforter, your limbs are intertwined with his in a perfect tango. Like a puzzle piece, you’re slotted perfectly against his broad chest, face buried beneath the white tufts of hair. Satoru sighs again, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he plants a feathery kiss atop your temple, signaling his inevitable departure.
To this, do you begin to stir, grumbling and muttering something Satoru isn’t sure he can decipher. His hands cradle your head, thumbs sliding across your heavy eyelids as he watches you open your tired eyes in a way that he thinks could kill him instantly. With one eye fully open and seeing, you look at your partner with a pout, tilting your head to feel more of his warmth. 
Already knowing where he’d be off to in a few minutes, you still offer him a pair of pleading eyes. “Not yet,” Your hand finds his wrist and the croak in your voice causes you to wince. “Can’t you stay?” 
The two of you know more than well that the answer was out of the question. Yet you both continue to hold on and relive this same morning exchange time and time again, trading turns in a dance to ask the other if they could simply just… Stay. 
For Jujutsu sorcerers, there is never an option, nor is there a choice to stay. With the line of work you share, there are only so many of you that can go on missions. Always going, fighting, leaving. Nothing is ever enough, and no one ever stays. So many of you repeatedly risk lives and fight without end. And if there isn’t you, there’s Gojo Satoru. He goes where he’s needed, and he goes anywhere where he can to rewrite the world. The very world that was altered the day he was born.
When you remind him of this, Satoru looks at you as if he’s ventured through every universe. With a voice so confident and unwavering eyes that hold nothing but truth, he answers that the only place he needs to be in is with you. 
“Sweetheart, we both know I can’t be late… Again.” Gojo whines, dropping his hand from your face.
“Oh? Since when did you care about being late?” 
“I don’t.”
“Then stay here with me, just for a little bit.” You try again, poking him beneath the covers and encasing his waist with your legs. “Don’t tell me someone’s cursed you…”  
He laughs at your words, a smile reaching his ears. You’re too much like him these days. The simple thought of that scared him. The way you act so carefree, how you can still smile and readily take on anything that may come your way. It lights a fire of fear in him, knowing you’ve placed all your trust in him. That wall you’ve once surrounded yourself with crumbled completely just by his existence alone.
“The only curse I have is you.” Satoru teases, flicking your forehead. You let out a groan and pull yourself into him, trying to be as close to your lover as possible. Satoru can’t help but hold you tighter, almost as if you’d slip away from his grasp. Whatever mission he had today could wait for a few more minutes. The warmth that you radiated was a more pressing matter.
“I’ll tell you what…” You trail off, eyeing the way his deft fingers play with your own. They seem to linger around your fourth finger, playing with something imaginary, almost as if there was something sitting there. “I’ll let you go if you can escape my grasp!”
“What a challenge.” Satoru smirks.
Your attempt to cage the strongest in your arms is fruitless from the very start. There was no one that could ever counter his strength. They would be a fool if they even endeavored in such an act. The sorcerer is swift in his moments, and within a blink, you are pushed flat against the pillows. 
Hovering over your delicate figure, a winsome smile graces his lips. “I win.”
Huffing, you bring your palms up to frame his sharp face. Satoru mirrors the gaze you have on him, watching your features carefully, afraid to leave you out of his sight. He wonders if you knew that the world he fought so hard to protect was holding him so delicately. 
“Be good ‘til I get back, okay? We can stay in bed all day long.” 
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delzinrowe · 7 days
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incorrect jjk quotes [38/?]
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worldseer · 3 months
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JJK is the gayest manga/anime I've ever known or heard of, and I know many BLs by name. JJK is gay but done so artfully and my writer brain is going fucking bananas. And ik some things are canon/not canon, but come on now. Look at the damn material. That's gay shit. Gege keep it up, I love you.
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sugurizz · 6 months
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Had a dream about Nanami I-
He was laying on a sofa and I was sitting next to him and he told me to unbutton his shirt for whatever reason cause he just got home from work and wants to relax and his chest was already showing and his tie is loosened up and his stomach muscles were flexing and how did I even dream of this HELP
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celestie0 · 14 days
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i am so in love w gojo i think of him with everythinf i see. like i saw a tiktok just now of this girl saying “i was talking to this guy who said he travels for work. turns out he’s a doordash driver” and i was like 🥺 that’s something gojo wld do bc hes dumb
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seishue · 1 year
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inumaki *ੈ✩‧₊₊˚⊹♡
two year anniversary gift for my love, @kyaa-a ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) ♡
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sttoru · 7 months
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do we see this . i repeat: do we see this.
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yourdicc · 1 year
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megumi 🤝 sukuna:
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lqlarry · 8 months
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i’m going fucking crazy over him oh my god. like actually rabidly feral. look at him. babygirl
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kairos-polaris · 3 months
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I keep thinking about the time line mess of the hidden inventory arc and the year of Geto's defection
It's 2009:
- Manga panel that says it's September 2009;
- Megumi is a first grader. In Japan school starts in April and you already have to be 6 by then. Also proved by Nobara being in first grade in 2009.
(note: this is why Maki, who is born in January, is second year, while Nobara and Megumi who are born in August and December are first years, with 2003 baby Yuuji)
It's 2007:
- The incident report in anime is dated 2007;
- Suguru is called a third year but he was a second year in 2006 so it had to be only a year.
The only logical option I see is there being a two year tine skip between Getou's defection and Gojou finding Megumi. But Gojou is still wearing his high school uniform and he should have graduated by then. Unless Gege just didn't want to change his design but who knows 🧍
Also, later in the manga both Tengen and Yuki say the star plasma vessel happened 11 years which would put in 2007. Except if it was 2007 the trio would be third years because they all would be 17.
Can someone smart explain this to me? Maybe I am just overthinking and missing some details and it all makes sense actually and I am just stupid 🧍
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nobara nwednesday,,,
[ID: nine screenshots of Kugisaki Nobara from the Jujutsu Kaisen manga. the first one is her in a sweatshirt, smiling as she looks forward. the second is her in the same sweatshirt, squatting with her arms over her knees, scowling slightly. the third is her in the same outfit smiling, eyes closed, with a finger raised in the air. the fourth image is of her in casual cloths, winking and smiling. the fifth is Nobara in different casual clothes, turned to the right but looking to the front. the sixth is her in a panda shirt, posting with her left hand on her head. the seventh is her in her jujutsu high uniform, pouting. the eight is her in the school uniform as well but with the right sleeve torn off, eyes wide. the ninth is her in the uniform as well, her body turned to the left but she’s looking up and to the right, her left hand on her neck and her right on her hip. /End ID.]
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atlas-library · 2 months
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Once again, @mana-jjk inspires me with her analysis of Toge. She reminded me of his harmless pranks, like the one where he steals Maki's skirt— And she doesn't seem to care that much, right.
So I've been having a silly headcanon, dancing around in my mind.
I usually headcanon Toge as trans, not in a binary way though— He mostly uses he/him and they/them pronouns in my mind, but is very much close to the genderfluid label. A bit of pangender and agender at the same time, if we had to use some other labels. He's all and nothing, his gender fits his moods and outfits, he's Toge, that's it.
But what if? What if it didn't cross his mind before the school (it didn't, it was still there but he'd think "That means I'm a guy" when he's never been one, at least not entirely)? What if the first time he gets to break gender norms is by stealing Maki's skirt?
He keeps staring at it, wondering, and when Panda teases him about it (thinking Toge is having other thoughts, or probably knowing he doesn't yet still teasing), Toge shakes his head. Fish flakes.
So Panda tilts his head to the side, deep in thought, and then— "Wanna prank Maki?" And it's the perfect excuse.
Toge nods. Salmon.
The first time he steals Maki's skirt and puts it on, it feels... weird. They're not the same height or size, Maki's hips are slightly wider than his— But then, Toge convinces himself it's just for the prank. Panda loves pranks, he loves Panda and pranks are funny.
Maki doesn't find it funny, though, just annoying; she rolls her eyes at them, calls them stupid and childish (in a typical "Boys are stupid" fashion she's learnt in elementary school), and flicks Toge's forehead as she walks past him. She doesn't even ask for her skirt back... which seems obvious, since she probably has a spare.
So Toge doesn't take it off right away.
He walks around the hallways dressed like this, feels the wind on his calves, and twirls to watch the pretty movements the skirt does. He does this the rest of the afternoon, until the sun goes down and Maki taps his shoulder with a pout. Oh. She wants it back.
So Toge follows her to her room, waits until she invites him in, and doesn't look around in case she doesn't want him to— But her closet has a glassdoor on the inside. He sees his reflection and, when Maki isn't looking, slowly lifts up his shirt until the waistband of the skirt is visible.
It's slightly too big. It doesn't fall prettily on his hips. Still, he likes it.
Behind him, from the corner of her eye, Maki watches Toge as he shyly admires his reflection. She'd seen that look before— On Mai, every time they'd get new clothes she felt really fit her.
Maki doesn't get Inumaki a lot, but she gets him in that specific moment. He does look pretty in a skirt.
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milkbreadandtadpoles · 3 months
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precious, precious yuji
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snippet: (1k!) ur at the movies and see a poor, sweet boy and flirt with him very subtly but big brain moment because in your head the two of you are already married (not rlly) reader is described with feminine, female characteristics, but that's all!
warnings: yuji being sweet and naive and dumb, reader being an obvious flirt (dark connotations because their love is obsession and violent.. cute aggression, if you will) probably poorly edited
author's note: this is so self-indulgent. story time- i was at the movie theaters and saw this angel of a boy. only person i could connect it to was the sweetest, sweetest yuji. all of my characters are above the age of eighteen, because 2d characters can be whatever i wish. hope you enjoyyyyyyy *ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆
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Your stomach hurts.
The sweatpants hang loose on you, the fabric of your shirt tight against your tummy. Scalp tugging against the hair ties against your midline- the lipgloss slathered on your pouty lips sparkles underneath the dim theatre. Because goddamn it, if your stomach is going to hurt you’re going to look good, too.
Your friends, a close girlfriend and her annoying, annoying boyfriend gather around the screen to print the tickets. And as you do, you wander, surveying the snacks and busy bodies that gather to get their goods and go to their selected box.
And-
Oh. Oh, he’s cute.
Whoever you tagged along with melts into a fine mist, eyes sharply cutting to the boy who stands by the register. His pants are baggy, dark- there’s a chain with keys clicked and dangling on the thick fabric. A one size too big company shirt poorly tucked in the cargo, the black belt snug between the loops emphasizes his waist.
Despite the dinner you just had, hunger finds you.
And his face. Preciously sharp with a touch of fat around the apples of his cheeks, tan in color. Buzzed hair, died a soft color. Eyes wide and-
He looks kinda stupid.
Your lips quirk- how endearing. A puppy dog about to read your ticket and tell you which numbered room to go to. There’s a glint on your face, eyes rolling up and down the poor boy’s figure as you take a step closer with your friends.
Plucking the ticket from her (because your best friend’s name doesn’t matter right now, despite the three years of friendship), you saunter towards the booth.
The boyfriend urges your attention to ask you a question. But his eyes catch you, tracing each atom of your curvature as you turn your head and answer with an annoyed look. Can’t he see that you’re busy?
As you turn back around, the boy is sitting on the register table. And you blink, languidly walking forward. One foot in front of the other, the reconciliation that he might be bad at his job is frowning. But he’s just so pretty you can’t find yourself turned off just yet. He makes eye contact with you, and hops off the booth.
Just a few inches taller. You smile.
“Hi.” You thank whatever force of nature that made your voice so dreamy, so soft and syrupy.
He leans towards you as you hold out the ticket, manicured nails expectantly waiting to hear what he sounds like. Openly, you gaze at his face. There are three pimple patches on his cheeks, yet hardly a blemish in sight. A naive twinkle in his eye, as though he might be too good for this world. Too good for you. Something feral claws in your gut, but your face is serene, perfectly content with this little mouse in the palm in your hand.
A breath of surprise fills your lungs when his fingers, so long and thick and pretty, reach towards the small piece of paper to turn it his way.
“Sorry, can I see-?”
You tilt the paper, a soft, darling laugh leaving you. The boyfriend, your girlfriend, watch with a knowing, amused expression- you can feel it in the back of your skull.
“Mhm, sorry.” You murmur.
“It’s okay,” There’s a nervous laugh that leaves him, too, and you’ve never wanted to wrap your hands around a boy’s throat faster because he’s still holding onto the paper, still looking at it as though reading number was a jigsaw puzzle. An egotistical, unrealistic part of yourself believes that he’s looking at the rings that sit upon your freshly polished fingertips.
“That’ll be theatre twelve, on the left side..”
You look at his name tag- Yuji.
How fucking cute.
The stars above have the two of your tilting your heads to stare at each other for a second longer than a casual glance. And a serpentine smile flits your face. He sweetly, nervously grins back as you say the sweetest thank you! You even wave, like the silly, cute thing you are- yin and yang with the devilish desire to rip him apart with your teeth, to watch him twitch under your grasp. Poor boy- it's a good thing he's on the clock, paid to be nice.
Looking back, you motion your friends to keep up with you as you go to grab the M&Ms you’ve been craving since back at the Asian restaurant. They trail behind, and you walk with a sway, knowing he’s watching you instead of guiding the next round of movie goers.
It’s your turn to buy, you offered. The boyfriend paid for your dinner (as he does every time because he makes a little too much money not to spoil his girlfriend’s best friend), so it’s only right to pay an outrageous thirty dollars for your candy and their drinks.
You’re waiting for said best friend to fill up your soon to be shared soda, and catch sight of Yuji again. He’s wandering away from his post, passing right by your seeing eyes. Heedlessly, you watch as the manager questions him.
“Where are you going?”
Yuji must do this often, based on the expression his supervisor wears.
“To the bathroom?”
The manager, with curly hair and a baritone voice, scoffs, watching Yuji walk off with gaunt, unsurprised eyes. Your friends gather your attention, the bandwidth of a carrot, and you smile with your candy in hand- your ticket in hand.
It takes a moment before you’re actually following them, gaze on the boy walking to the bathroom and digging around in his pocket. What could he possibly be doing- whoops.
The two of you make eye contact again; this time you look away, a prickle of embarrassment spreading through your fingers as you nudge the ticket into your purse pocket.
“Come on,” the boyfriend complains, motioning to you with his hands as to say let’s fucking go.
And you shrug, feet falling into place with them as you go to theatre twelve.
“Sorry, he’s cute.”
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satorusluver · 6 months
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Adjfjdksnd I just found out Gojo x Yuji is a ship in this fandom? Guys Gojo is 28 and Yuji is 15 what the actual FUCK
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windshieldwiper · 1 year
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rin n isagi but actually fashionable ‼️‼️
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