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FOR  MEGUMI  TO  ACTUALLY  TEXT  HIM  SOMETHING  OTHER  THAN  A  THUMB'S  UP?  Satoru  has  a  hard  time  to  believe  his  eyes  (all  six  of  them!).  As  he  recalls,  sometimes  it  was  in  fact  a  middle  finger  emoji  but  a  full  sentence?  That  raises  suspicion.

return a call, would you?

@maskfetisch  should  be  safe  and  sound  at  Jujutsu  Tech  --  Gojō  always  made  sure  him  ⅋  the  other  two  are  fine  before  he  left  for  any  missions,  meetings  and  the  likes.  So  what  happened?  Is  it  urgent?  Must  be  if  his  son  decided  to  send  him  a  message.

Worry  creeps  in  overcoming  the  cocky  happiness  and  sense  of  triumph  that  he's  finally  needed  and  noticed  by  his  grumpy  (technically)  beneficiciary  so  Satoru  calls  almost  immediately  after  noticing  the  notification  --  he's  been  so  caught  up  in  the  mission  he  didn't  change  the  do  not  disturb  mode  on  his  phone.

“Heyyy,  Megumi!  What's  up?”  Gojō's  tone  doesn't  betray  his  worried  state,  carrying  the  usually  carefree  intonation.

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wow icb u write smthng and its not for me …..

I am still formatting asks and taking screencaps for icons, give me a minute >:C Speaking of writing... How's my pinned post? :)

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THE  GARDENS  WOULD  BE  OTHERWISE  BREATHTAKING  if  not  for  the  taste  that's  spoiled  rotten  ⅋  always  presented  with  the  utmost  finery.  The  sky  above,  an  indigo  backgroud  to  speckles  of  glimmering  gold  and  silver  to  match  the  perfect  piece  of  art  --  environment  straight  up  from  the  paintings  of  masters  of  the  craft,  yet  it's  noting  --  there's  not  a  sigh  of  wonder  and  neither  there's  interest  in  the  whole  picture.  Weariness  brought  Gojō  here  desperately  seeking  solitude  and  a  break  from  all  the  voices  and  noises  and  hands  to  shake.

It's  the  oceans  of  blue,  glimmering  like  sapphires  under  golden  rays  of  sun;  a  lake  in  the  summer,  shining  in  the  midday's  light,  it's  current  in  a  constant  flow  that  cautiously  eyes  the  girl  of  whose  estate  a  grandiose  gathering  is  now  being  held.  The  godlike  child  would  never  mistake  Robin  to  anyone  --  not  even  her  indistinguishable  look-alike  and  so  a  frown  forms  on  the  perfect  features.  Satoru  points  a  finger  at  the  girl  whose  cursed  energy  doesn't  match  the  other  angel's  and  speaks  in  accusatory  tone,  “You're  not  her.”  The  young  boy  is  not  repulsed  by  @playselect's  state  as  clothes  and  jewelry  mean  nothing  to  him  and  for  the  first  time  tonight  (despite  the  mean  face  he  makes)  he's  interested  in  something,  something  caught  his  attention.

she's drab and dreary against their grandiose delight. out of place even in their estate's garden, where the clamor of their celebrations still reach, if but faintly. a ruckus she uses to measure her stay, a measure more confident to stand among the flowers when everyone is exactly where she is forbidden. so long as no one sees her . . . but surely no one would sneak out of a party to come here sera doesn't know quite what to do when someone does. a boy about her age, dressed far better than the leftovers they let her have. ❛ . . . you shouldn't be here . . . ❜

A  snort  follows.  “I  can  go  wherever  I  please.  And  you?”

Once  again  he  makes  sure  it's  not  Robin's  cursed  energy.  Gojō,  to  his  cleverly  hidden  surprise  finds  himself  soothed  by  the  aura  the  strange  girl  radiates.

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OFTENTIMES  SECONDS  TURN  TO  MINUTES,  minutes  to  hours,  hours  to  days,  days  to  weeks  --  Satoru  Gojō  has  little  to  say  regarding  how  long  he'll  be  gone  once  he's  out  on  a  mission.  Sounds  so  silly,  he  thinks  --  like  he's  an  agent  of  some  sort  ⅋  this  is  exactly  how  he  likes  to  play  it  in  his  head  in  order  not  to  go  insane.

Time  passes  differently  when  it's  slowed  around  you  and  when  you're  the  fastest  around.  Satoru  realized  it's  never  fast  enough  when  he's  coming  back  to  Tokyo  Tech.  His  leg  is  bouncing  and  he  catches  himself  biting  on  his  nails  in  impatience.  The  train  ride  couldn't  be  longer  now,  could  it?

satoruuuuuu! you have returned!

Six  eyes  pick  up  @maidmyth's  presence  faster  than  she's  within  his  line  of  sight,  yet  it  always  somehow  surprises  him  how  she's  always  there,  without  fail.  Long  time  ago  did  Gojō stop  questioning  why  --  he  was  an  ass  to  Remi  ⅋  it  didn't  make  any  sense  for  her  to  be  nice  but  some  things  don't  need  to  make  sense,  like  when  his  heartbeat  quickens  as  arms  wrap  around  smaller  frame  and  his  face  presses  into  the  crook  of  the  girl's  neck  breathing  her  in  with  just  the  tiniest  amount  of  desperation.

“Pffft,  I  always  do!”  Gojō's  voice  remains  usually  cocky  and  arrogant  --  it's  nothing  new  he's  back  but  it's  new  he  holds  Remilia  so  closely  and  tightly  when  usually  he  would  let  go  by  now.  “Stop  waiting  for  me  like  this,  makes  you  look  silly.”

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satosera has my heart gn

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Some  sunday  headcanons:

Satoru  is  not  made  for  one  night  stands  ⅋  he's  not  made  for  casual  either.  Friends  with  benefits  scenarios  are  more  likely  to  occur  but  generally  Gojō  needs  deeper  connections  and  feelings,  needs  to  feel  understood  and  treated  like  he's  not  just  a  pretty  face  and  wallet  full  of  cash.

Gojō  is  already  objectified  enough:  for  the  jujutsu  world  he's  a  weapon  and  an  idol  but  not  someone  real.  For  women  and  men  he's  often  an  incredibly  handsome  rich  individual  and  not  much  more.  Fandom  wise  he's  sexualized  and  either  reduced  to  mmm  fuck  me  daddy  dom  or  uwu  stuttering  baby  boy  kya~  and  I  personally  hate  both  of  these  takes  equally.

I  will  talk  about  Gojō's  bisexuality  more  later  but  just  because  he  feels  attraction  towards  both  genders  (in  fact  any  gender  identities  though  he's  not  really  aware  of  that  just  yet)  doesn't  mean  he'll  take  off  his  pants  for  just  anybody,  especially  strangers.

Feelings  matter  for  Gojō  greatly.  He  wants  to  be  seen  for  who  he  is  and  wants  to  be  able  to  be  vulnerable  with  the  person  he  decides  to  share  bed  with.  Don't  mistake  it  for  egoism:  he  wants  the  same  for  his  partner.  Deeper  connection  in  case  of  any  sexual  encounters  is  a  must.

Satoru  is  equally  dominant  as  he  is  submissive,  equally  a  spoiling  his  partner  top  and  spoil  me  bratty  bottom.  His  approach  usually  relies  on  his  partner's  preference  but  he  is  very  flexible  and  surprisingly  good  at  communication  to  talk  out  any  concerns  or  issues.

Safe  word  is  a  non  negotiable  requirement.  No  matter  the  scenario  --  be  it  vanilla  or  not  --  Satoru  needs  a  clear  signal  both  for  himself  and  his  partner.

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Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.

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IT'S  IMPOSSIBLE  NOT  TO  SMILE  AROUND  YŪJI.  It's  not  the  kind  of  forced  smile  either  --  the  one  Satoru  dons  whenever  seriousness  creeps  in  and  he's  expected  to  be  his  usual  careless  self  --  @s-unfleur  has  Gojō  smiling  genuinely  but  that's  not  all  he  does.

Infinity's  off  --  a  rarity  around  everyone  else  except  the  fifteen  year  old  by  Gojō's  side  whose  hand  is  now  grasped  by  the  other's.

i'm gonna adjust the way i'm holding your hand.

Is  Itadori  saying  it  so  his  sensei  doesn't  turn  the  barrier  back  on?  Awww,  cute!

Satoru  acknowledges  Yūji's  statement  with  a  melodic  hum. “Alright~”  With  a  nod  he  loosens  his  grip  on  his  student's  palm  and  doesn't  retract  away.  He'll  let  Yūji  hold  his  hand  ⅋  will  hold  him  back  in  return  for  as  much  as  the  kid  desires  --  they're  practically  family  now!  Hard  to  say  if  it's  more  father  and  son  relationship  or  maybe  older  and  younger  brother  but  there's  also  no  need  to  linger  and  ponder  upon  it.  As  long  as  Itadori's  safe  and  comfortable  it's  all  that  matters  to  Satoru.

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My friends ocs... My friends female ocs... Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure, give me all of your original characters. This is a threat. 🤌🫴🟣

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@untoldwithin

actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

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you can call boys “beautiful princess” if you want. its not against the law

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Domain expansion: closing shift on a friday night.

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@belayadeaths

Blue Valentine (2010) dir. Derek Cianfrance

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On  Satoru's  relations  with  the  rest  of  the  cast:

I'm  usually  not  a  canon  character  roleplayer  but  an  OC  roleplayer.  I  play  Dungeons  &  Dragons,  Warhammer  Fantasy,  Cyberpunk  RED  --  lots  of  TTRPGs  --  and  I'm  not  into  manga  and  anime  either  so  I  missed  out  on  the  initial  hype  on  JJK.  I  heard  about  Gojō  Satoru  and  about  everyone  fawning  over  him  but  never  found  the  appeal.  I  had  two  attempts  at  watching  the  series  and  he  hasn't  captured  my  attention  at  first  so  I  didn't  really  understand  what  the  whole  fuss  was  about.  Why  is  he  so  special  and  why  does  the  whole  fandom  adore  him?

He  grew  on  me  (obviously)  but  I  often  asked  myself:  Why  does  every  other  canon  character  hate  him  throughout  the  series?

At  first  I  thought, “Well  it  must  be  for  comedic  relief.”  You  know  these  characters,  right?  Ones  that  are  annoying  but  everybody  loves  them  anyway  despite  being  irritated  by  their  behavior.  To  my  surprise  it  wasn't  the  case  with  JJK.  Satoru  Gojō  is  in  fact  honestly  hated  and  despised  and  only  acknowledged  as  the  strongest  sorcerer  with  the  only  characters  who  openly  like  him  being  Yūta  and  Yūji  (and  kinda  Miwa  but  mostly  behind  closed  doors).

Just  so  you  guys  know  --  I  hate  this  approach.  I'm  down  for  Satoru  being  annoying  and  characters  expressing  their  annoyance  with  him  but  to  me  where  I  let  myself  be  divergent  most  (except  for  his  death  of  course)  is  where  his  peers  actually  like  him.  That's  how  I  perceived  it  at  first  and  that's  the  hill  I'm  willing  to  die  on.  Utahime,  Nanami,  Ijichi  --  they're  all  more  or  less  friends  not  only  bound  by  duty  but  sticking  to  Satoru  despite  his  obnoxiousness.  They.  Actually.  Like.  Each.  Other.  They  just  complain  about  Gojō's  behavior  a  lot.  End  of  story.

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⁽ ᵁᴺᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀᴱᴰ ⁾ ( @satorusms ) — SATORU GOJŌ sent: Washes the blood off her after a particularly hard mission :)

IT WOULD GET EASIER ONE DAY, IT HAD TO. IT WAS ONE THING TO WEAR THE BLOOD OF YOUR ENEMIES, OF CURSES, EVEN YOUR OWN. BUT THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT, AND FRIENDS EVEN... THAT WAS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT HURT. she had been healed from her own injuries — one of the few benefits of being the host of an all-powerful curse — and yet it felt like she had open wounds all over. blood, both fresh and coagulated stained her hands, arms and face, it was rubbed into the fibre of her jeans and shirt. it was difficult to tell how much of it was her own.

bianca sat on the edge of her bed when it knocked on the door, and though she knew exactly who it was she remained quiet, mind and gaze stuck on the crimson tainting her palms, dissociating enough to not notice when the knocks landed again. ʽ bi? ʼ even satoru's voice was quiet. ʽʽ ...i'm fine. ʼʼ she eventually spoke unaware if it was clear enough for him to discern on the other side. he pried the door open upon hearing her voice, slow enough for bianca to react and kick him out if necessary - but she didn't. she just... sat there.

satoru approached her with a caution until he came to a halt in front of her, his eyes behind the blindfold fell to her hands as well. it seemed he considered her for a moment, weighing the options as well as his words until finally. ʽ come, let's get you cleaned up. ʼ she nodded faintly, gojō's arm wound around her lower back as he scooped her up off the bed with one arm and took the both of them to her bathroom. he reached into the shower with his free hand to turn it on and let it run, warming up their surroundings. as he carefully set her down he made sure to brush two fingers against her cheek, letting bianca feel him again before shifting to tug at the hem of her shirt. ʽ is this okay? ʼ he always asked first — always cared about her, always put her safety and comfort first. bianca nodded again.

when they had both undressed he stepped into the shower first, extending a long arm out for her to take when she was ready, and though the mere notion of a shower right now felt so foreign to her, bianca took satoru's hand and joined him under the warm stream of water. at first it felt scolding against the cool of her back, her body naturally cold already, and it forced a breath to hitch and stagger in her throat. the hand still holding onto him was shaking for a few seconds, and satoru reacted promptly with a squeeze of his own to alert her of his presence again — so she could focus on him instead. bianca's head drew back a little to look up at him and let her eyes meet with the brightly gleaming azure of his, in them swimming all she knew him for: his warmth and comfort, his love.

with his free hand he reached for a wash cloth he'd brought in and delicately began to clean the blood off of bianca's face, his touch slow and tender when the cloth drove down her cheek. ENHANCED BY THE WATER, THE COPPERY SMELL OF BLOOD CREPT INTO HER NOSE AND HER ENTIRE SYSTEM, but bianca remained still and looked up at satoru.

through it all, he was the one that was there. he had been on her side since the day they'd met, and even before that. he had protected her then just as he did now.

he shifted again and again, wetting the cloth under the water each time to clean it before tending to the next spot whilst also inspecting of there were any of her wounds that'd been missed. ʽ there. ʼ he whispered in a voice lower than she'd ever heard him use, and bianca felt like she could finally exhale. like that one breath had been stuck in her throat the entire time. her head dipped forwards again but this time to rest against his chest, both of them wrapping their arms around each other simultaneously. gojō pressed a kiss to the crown of her head before letting his chin rest in the very same spot, and there they'd stand for some time, his hand tracing invisible circles against her naked back whilst the water kept running over them.

              ʽʽ ...Я тебя люблю. ʼʼ ( ...I LOVE YOU. ), she whispered.