JUSTIFY (v) : declare or make righteous in the sight of god.
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Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon Super S - 13
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do you care her ??
#swear im actually gonna finish tags and work on their abouts soon but#pats her cheek#usagi i wuv u#she's on here now wahaha#ooc.#tbd.
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bzzt.
“ birds eat bugs. do you want me to eat ya ?? is that it ?? i can arrange that. c’mere, ya cube. ”
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The balance of the world was altered R̶͎͛̂̕ͅe̶̡͉̠̣̪͂̆̐s̵̺͎̔͝ṫ̶͈̫̆͐͐͜ͅa̴̫̋̌̋u̴̼͂͒ȓ̶̨̗͇͜͝e̶̡͙͍̖̻͗͝d̴̮͌̓
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ethaeria:
❝ don’t call me that . ❞ he murmurs , frustration a soft tinge in his baritone , nothing too incredibly out of place . kento was used to gojo’s aloofness , his nonchalant air. it frustrated him at times , a man with such SKILL , such power , who could easily take on this duty single - handedly , still insisted on splitting the burden with others. no .. he was being selfish . it was every sorcerer’s duty to protect , regardless of their strength. the strikes to his back elicit a soft grunt , nanami’s arms crossing over his chest , hand adjusting sunglasses . ❝ curse activity is spiking . i expect you to start taking things more seriously , gojo . ❞
“ ehhhh. ” he pouts, head quirked to the side as he leans back. “ nanami - chan, you’re so strict. too strict !! ” of course he knows. he hears it every day from the council. beyond that, he feels it, the power thrumming and vibrating deep in his bones resonates with the cursed world all the time. ah. there’s so much. “ why do i gotta take ‘em seriously, huh ?? they can’t beat me so it’s fine !! ” still, he lingers in place, a click of his tongue following his all too selfish proclamations. gojo has never pretended to be any better than he was as a teenager with too much given to him; though, admittedly, the kids he’s taken under his tutelage through the years have changed something. he’s just good at stowing it away in his nonchalance. “ it’s fine, nanami - chan. you’re strong. unless you just want me here to protect you ?? do you have a crush on me ?? how cute !! i’ll be your white knight !! ”
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vilifeye:
❝ no more than you do. ❝ vision swimming in the fanciful cast of reds, crimsons, wine; bone-white still pervaded. shock of his hair, the edges of his teeth. laughter! he’s fallen into another fit of laughter. he reached out nontheless, gripped at the pallor of his exposed wrist. gojo had always been so mindnumbingly stark. they always appeared at such polarized ends of the spectrum; so, it’s no true wonder that fate and all her gnarled threads saw fit to suspend them as she did. even then, it felt so terribly stifling. he couldn’t decide if it was a love doomed from the very start, or a deeply rooted hatred coming to fruition. fated. ❝ why ? going to clean up the mess you made of me, gojo-chan ? ❝
time goes on. tick tock - tick tock - tick tock. gojo can feel every millisecond in the way his thoughts unravel and his chest sings. there is no one who can undo him the way suguru can, but the game is to never be the first to tug on that damned and twisted red string that binds them together. “ what do you mean ?? of course i won’t. ” he hums, head thrown back to the heavens. always the heavens. his wrist is ensnared by a cold, cruel touch. it’s thrilling and his pulse jumps once, twice. “ i don’t clean up my own messes, suguru - kun. why would i ?? that was your job. you know i don’t care about any of that !! ” he was never the selfless sort, not outwardly. he wonders if that’s changed now. sometimes, he thinks about his students and there’s this familiar ache ---- a familiar fear. losing them is unthinkable, but he’s the strongest so it won’t matter. “ well ?? are you just going to sit there, suguru - kun ?? do something. i’ll get bored. ”
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who’s going to stop me from adding u/sagi here ?
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unshur:
@jusdefy
“ oh— HEY ! gojo - sensei ! ” he spots the man from the corner of his eye and runs towards him without hesitation , waving his hand as if there was any doubt he’d catch his teacher’s attention . itadori is beside him in a minute ( and cleared a whole staircase in a single leap to do it ! ) with a flounce and a grin . “ i’ve got a question for you ! ” he shouts , and barrels on with no space for gojo to answer . “ whens your birthday ? fushiguro , kugisaki , and i were talking about birthdays — did you know fushiguro’s is , like , super close to christmas ? anyways , it got me thinking that i didn’t know yours or nanamin’s , so i told myself the first time i saw you guys , i’d ask ! ”
he’s grown too used to yuuji’s rambling by now, remaining entirely unphased despite the onslaught of information thrown his way in under a minute. he nods along, hands tucked in his pockets as he leans in an ever familiar hunched position. “ good question, yuuji !! ” with a contemplative hum, he rubs at his chin before, quite suddenly, looking around suspiciously. behind his blindfold, he squints his eyes. “ since you’re my precious student, i’ll let you in on a secret. you absolutely can’t let anyone know though. ” his whispers are decidedly exaggerated, leaving plenty room for someone to overhear if they were passing by, “ i don’t have a birthday because i wasn’t just born into this world like a normal person !! wanna guess what it was like instead ?? ”
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kita, literally: (╥﹏╥) everyone else: (°ロ°) !
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Satoru Gojo ✩ Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void
#( SATORU GOJO ) / ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ.#im in love with u#why do i have any other muses on this blog it sjust gonna be him :/#gifs /#ommatophobia /#spoilers /
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ethaeria:
❝ you’re late . ❞ kento mutters , cloth wrapped blade in hand , grip relaxed . exhausted as his spirit is , the sorcerer feels fulfilled . the weight of his little despairs was growing overwhelming , yet somehow every curse he exorcised seemed to lighten the load – if only for a moment . ❝ it’s been taken care of . let’s head back . ❞
@jusdefy .
“ ehhhh - i missed all the fun ?! ” the lazy way he lounges against a tree, with his hands tucked securely in his black jacket, might make it a little too obvious that he’s well aware of the time. “ it’s a good thing you were here, nanami - chan. that strict look of yours probably scared all the curses right back to hell alone !! haha !! ” he hops to close the distance between them just enough to smack the center of his back once, twice, with his palm. oh, to be a man with such selfish whims as his own. “ you didn’t need me anyway, right ?? all’s well !! don’t be mad. ”
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cursefetter
hands are dusted on his shirt , thumbs going over each digit & examining the slightly reddened knuckle of his right hand . all the while his focus was given the man clad in black , even with his eyes blocked ; with physiology that deemed him greatest by birth , it was difficult to escape his gaze . oda nodded a touch , eyes darting to the effects of his strike against concrete & dissipating entity . “ so were you enjoyin’ the show or is this another fashionably late arrival ? “ / @jusdefy .
with his hands locked behind his head, he’s the picture of casual. unconcerned. why wouldn’t he be ?? when nothing can touch you, nothing disturbs you. “ oda - kun, did you miss me ?? were you worried ?? ” as always, his laugh carries far and wide. he’s a beacon for trouble and a man of shadows all at once. “ mochi !! ” he holds up a bag, swinging it back and forth like a prized gift, “ you understand, right ?? only an idiot would waste that chance !! oh -- i guess since you missed it, that makes you an idiot, huh ?? poor oda - kun !! ”
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i want to turn gojo into some gumbo
noah get outta my inbox before i post a screenshot of the DM you just sent me <3
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vilifeye
❝ i’d say we should stop meeting this way, but i have a feeling you like it. haha. hah ! ❝ blood, rhythmic in it’s pitter-pattering where it falls; a metronome beat, juxtaposed to the rise and fall of his chest. red pervades his vision, a gash split open upon the slope of his brow. thickest where it curves at his temple. ❝ do you miss me gojo-chan ? i think you do… ❝
@jusdefy .
“ are you getting nostalgic ?? ” he counts every drop of blood that hits the pavement. one. two. three. so on and so forth. his chest winds tight, but adrenaline keeps his feet light. you like it -- does he ?? probably. never a person who can stand on his level, eye to eye, not like suguru getou. “ gross. don’t push that on me, suguru-kun. maybe that’s why you never win. ” he holds his hands out before him, palms facing forward as the curve of a too manic grin pulls at his lips, “ too stuck in the past. how sad. i might cry !! i really might !! ” a pause and a tilt of his head follows, “ hey, do you have a tissue ?? ”
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gopnik gojo wearing my cheetos socks
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