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Me when Sukuna: WHY

Me when Femkuna: I want you so bad pls marry me

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the curses that geto absorbs are textured like a cross between raw flesh and extremely finely ground offal — streaked with cartilage, tiny bones and blood vessels, as if someone had worked hard to turn the insides into a smooth, mushy mass.

those that don't have a full-fledged shell — viscous, wet, translucent, too small or simply underdeveloped — have a different consistency: slimy, like expired jelly, with a rough, granular coating closer to the core.

the taste is always the same — sweetish, with a slight whiff of rot. the same one that had barely begun to spread through the tissues of the corpse, but had already filled the nostrils and lungs.

p.s english isn't my native language. feel free to correct me.

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karina/kara/patricia; she; 20 years old.

i just drop translations of my fandom drabbles and thoughts here. the originals are in my telegram channel: @godsfavouritewoman

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the smell of suguru was always associated with something early autumn for satoru - cloves, a light veil of tobacco smoke from "cheap ladies' cigarettes"*, damp earth and almost faded osmanthus. sometimes incense, bergamot or jasmine were mixed into this kaleidoscope of aromas: geto had been drawn to religion since his teenage years.

however, it was the osmanthus with its honey-peach notes that was imprinted in gojo's consciousness as clearly as his velvety voice, his gaze from under thick dark eyelashes and his light, almost purring "satoru" (or playful "sato-chan"), intended strictly for one-on-one dialogues.

ten years, which seemed to have flashed through him in an instant, did not dull the memory at all: Satoru reflexively freezes every time he smells osmanthus, be it the scent of a random passerby's perfume, wine, or the flowers that bloom every year in the fall.

he won't see suguru - he, cold and pale, has long been in the morgue - but he still involuntarily turns around, following with his eyes the source of such a familiar smell.

side note:

*in his internal semi-monologue gojo referred to "pianissimo" - a brand of cigarettes aimed primarily at women. back in 2000s, they were described as "perfumery" (i.e. sweet and light, barely noticeable to the taste, but cloying enough for the nostrils of many people) and "similar to candy/dessert". pianissimo mentaiya (strong menthol; reminiscent of mint toothpaste, chewing gum or soap. It was often described as "artificial") and pianissimo aria (powder + vanilla + mint) were collectively considered chemical. young men who were not chasing stereotypical masculinity or wanted to play with gender norms periodically acquired pianissimo in those years.

since suguru has many traditionally feminine details from the point of view of the culture and customs of his native country, i decided that it was funny + had some meaning.

and osmanthus in hanakotobe (japanese language of flowers) symbolizes first love, intoxication from feelings (in a romantic context), truth and trust.

p.s. english isn't my native language, so feel free to correct me if you see any mistakes.