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JUJUTSUKAISEN x S1 EP 07

You touched the “Infinity” that exists between you and me.

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I like how Gege redesigned their outfits and made them all wear high waisted trousers 

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​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞ ( Yuji to Gojo )

@hakuujis / yuji & gojou.

"hey, don't blame me, i'm not the one who told you to eat sukuna's fingers!" gojou would be lying if he said he wasn't wildly curious though, but itadori-kun doesn't have to know that. "what'd it taste like?" he jostles his student with his elbow, annoying as hell, "was it bitter? i bet it was really bitter. haha, nasty! why'd you eat it, itadori-kun? you shouldn't eat things strangers give you!"

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rotrioted​:

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“…… you’re not alone.” 

“thanks, but ...” 

who is this person?

“are you really itadori’s brother?”

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" 's this place fine, ieiri-san ? " heavy-lifting is not a difficult task ; it was his specialization, the sort of thing that people turned to him for, and he's an easy sort when it comes to certain people. favor turned easily for a woman like shoko - and the corpse bag he'd been holding is placed with ease beside the other three he's been holding. " i appreciate the fact tha' ya'd turn to me for help ... but ya' know, 'm not really a corpse sort of guy . "

@useomi / hiro & shoko.

"yes, 'there' is fine, thank you," shoko answers, not looking up from her clipboard at first, too busy mulling over minute details to make sure everything is properly filled out, but she sneaks a peek when she thinks hiro isn't looking.

a rather fine specimen, if she's honest. well-built and kindly handsome. the kind she likes to date for several weeks before inevitably breaking up because shoko always wants to run when things start to settle. she sighs at the thought, lit cigarette resting delicately between her long fingers. "i didn't ask you because i think you're a 'corpse sort of guy'," she snorts, amused, "i asked because i like looking at you."

without missing a beat, she smiles, but the expression doesn't touch the corner of her eyes. "good work today, heeeeeero-san."

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cheeky hand kiss for gojou satoru himself

@kaigyokus / haha, you have a crush on me, that's so embarrassing.

his heart skips a beat and it's kind of annoying. of course he's still pissed suguru called him easy. does suguru think gojou is so easy that he would fall for a simple kiss to the hand? he's absolutely right, but that's besides the point.

"hmph!" gojou huffs, turning his head away stubbornly, "now who's the desperate one, suguru? not me! not even close to me! suffer! i hope you suffer!"

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Twitter

Shoko doodles ~

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shoko ieiri ... exceptional woman ... love of my life ... much to think about

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                                                          …   ᵃᶰ ᵃᵘᵗᵘᵐᶰ ᶤᶰ ᵃʳᵃˢʰᶤʸᵃᵐᵃˑ

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ乙骨 ➛ 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝓞𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮 ㅤ ” i want to have aㅤ* 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫ㅤwith someoneㅤㅤ ＆＆ ㅤㅤ i want to beㅤ𝙽 𝙴 𝙴 𝙳 𝙴 𝙳ㅤby someone， jjk rp ．

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ieiri shōko (146)

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Sunlight on rumpled sheets and the smell of pine.

@kaigyokus + @frostwinds / toji & hotaru.

when hotaru goes to bed, she goes to bed alone, shamelessly enjoying the full width of her bed without having to share it with anybody. she sleeps well, long past the days of worrying where or what her husband, toji, is doing. of course she cares, but toji’s like a feral cat, having known what it’s like to be outside for too long. she doesn’t blame him for that. but really, the least he could do is call, hmph.

when hotaru wakes up, it’s warm. sunlight streams through the open window, lighting up the bedroom and beside her is toji nestled close to her, strong arm thrown loosely over her waist, sound asleep.

huh.

she glances at the open window and sighs. figures.

“quit moving,” toji grumbles, idly patting hotaru’s entire face with his hand in an attempt to get her to settle before sidling closer like a needy cat, slowly drifting off to sleep again.

hotaru makes a face, catching his thick wrist and putting his arm back where it came from. lying on her side, she studies toji and he looks well, all things considered. maybe tired, but aside from that, he doesn’t have any visible injuries from what she can tell, which means his latest gig was no doubt successful. holding a soft breath, she reaches out with her fingertips to gently trace the jagged scar across his lips.

“hotaru.”

unable to help herself, she snorts. alright, alright, she’ll stop and let him sleep. with a lazy yawn, she slips her arms around toji and very indulgently rests her head on his pillowy chest. heavenly blessed, indeed!

but soon enough, she falls back asleep, smiling, tangled with toji’s arms and legs, and neither of them wake up until early noon.

good.

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“is love freedom? or only a longer leash?” Ma’am rip my guts out

@gojousfutureexmalewife + @kaigyokus / gojou.

love?

what good has love ever done for him?

from the blessed day gojou was born, he was taught newton’s law of motion, mass, force and weight, momentum and the conservation of energy, how to hold a weapon before he learned how to talk, how to be fearless, how to be alone, but love?

he was never taught to be a loving god — simply a merciless one. would anybody have expected differently, growing up in that isolated, taciturn environment? the first expression of affection you receive is from your parents. a cliché notion. after all, for how long are you going to blame your parents for the way you turned out?

and yet, it makes an awful lot of sense, doesn’t it?

love is intangible and gojou has no interest in mythology. if only love could be quantified in numbers and equations, effectively measured out in quality and effect, then maybe, he wouldn’t roll his eyes at the movies. isn’t love a man-made belief designed to sell tasteless chocolate and overpriced stationary for capitalist consumption?

‘high treason!’ the romantics cry, ‘heretic!’ let them cry. after all, it is what romantics do if gojou’s learned anything from the movies.

it makes no sense at all. gojou doesn’t care to make sense of it either. let the poets spout their nonsense, let art reign — love doesn’t concern him. will never concern him. will never involve him. will never be made a fatal fool because of it.

but sometimes, god is wrong.

after all, nothing is impossible for gojou satoru.

for three years, life exploded in every color as gojou escalated to new heights, climbing higher heavens. for the first time, he wasn’t alone. love was late night convenience store trips in the middle of summer, sweating even though the air was cool. love was dark chocolate melting on the tip of his tongue — bitter and hard to swallow. love was waiting for the laundry to finish drying, standing shirtless by the flickering neon sign, pretending like every nerve wasn’t on fire.

it wasn’t much, but love is cruel. hadn’t the movies warned him? one day, love walked away from him. what a predictable plot! this director is terrible. who wrote this script? ah, how many times has gojou rewritten the scene in his head late at night?

ACT 2.

SCENE 1.

an abandoned alleyway, cast in shadow. the weather is overcast. it is a miserable summer. people pass by, ignoring the body propped up and bleeding out, slow and agonizing.

love isn’t freedom. love isn’t a leash either.

love is a prison and even achilles had a weakness. love is an infinite cube with four walls designed to keep you inside and never let you go. love is bitter like dark chocolate. gojou enters from stage left.

gojou: love is the most twisted curse of all.

the end.

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GEGE, PLEASE, I’D DIE FOR A HEIAN ERA JJK SPIN-OFF EVEN IF IT’S A ONESHOT.  I’D DO ANYTHING.

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one more post, but i also can’t stop thinking about how the only two weapons we’ve ever seen physically hurt gojou are specifically the inverted spear and the black rope.  despite being the strongest, gojou went through the effort to destroy both of those weapons.  did he really feel such an intense need to eliminate all possible threats after his battle with toji?