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ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ᴀɴ ᴜɴꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴀʏꜱ, "—ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴇ?"

#azureglow ⸻ rp & appreciation blog for Satoru Gojo from the anime/manga series Jujutsu Kaisen. This is a indie, non-picky, OC-friendly Gojo blog. This is a sideblog to @ratiosalaryman and highly selective (I am more active on my main). Rules⸻Carrd⸻PSAs⸻ Literate RPer. Written by Maha 21+ (they/them)

#jujutsu kaisen rp #gojo rp #jjk rp #ratiosalaryman #anime rp #manga rp #I finally made Gojo-- but wont be as active unless we plot!

dad gojo😭❤️

五夏 2023

happy friday nanago enjoyers here’s one of my fav drawings of this year 🥂

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wanted to draw nanami with stubble? i dont have an explanation for everything else thats going on here

#!!!!!#( q )

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Gojo, to Nanami: I'll be under the mistletoe when you start feeling desperate!

List of “they’re fake dating but are crossing way too many lines to be considered fake anymore” prompts

Character A’s arm around Character B’s waist, subconsciously keeping them close; glaring at people who try to get close to Character B.

Heart twisting uncomfortably in Character A’s chest when they see Character B’s eyes lighting up when they’re talking to someone else, so much so Character A has to tear their eyes away to calm themselves down. The reminder of fake, fake, fake repeats in Character A’s head.

Seeking for Character B’s hand subconsciously, intertwining their fingers, palm pressed against palm; snug and warm, the feeling of never wanting to let go almost overwhelming. But this is fake be damned — for now, it’s all about the comfort. (It becomes a habit.)

Drunken kisses. God, the drunken kisses, with Character B’s fingers in Character A’s hair and Character B perched in their lap, kissing them with no restraint; things getting heated, Character A’s hands slipping under Character B’s shirt and earning a slight shiver from them. All the while, Character A could only wish Character B would kiss them like this when they’re sober. Character A lets that thought linger until they both fall asleep in each other’s arms after kissing way too many times to count because they can’t seem to get enough of each other.

Late night phone calls or endless text messages at two in the morning, never wanting the conversation to end. It makes Character A wonder, but they stop themselves before these thoughts spiral out of their control.

The thoughts of wanting Character B in a way they can’t have them becomes more frequent. They know it’s only going to break them by thinking like this, but they continue to entertain the idea of it; of how it would be like to call Character B theirs, for real. (It’s unhealthy, so fucking unhealthy, but they can’t help it.)

Kisses becoming longer; more desperate, more passionate, with no need for alcohol. It burns to have Character B kiss them like they mean it; like there’s supposed to be something there, but they push it down because this is fake. It’s fake. This is all an act. (Character A convince themselves, at least for a little while more.)

Gazing at each other like they’re in love with each other, even though the both of them know they’re not in love with each other (or maybe denial is more blissful than they realise?).

Fighting with each other hurts more than it should; it dissolves into tears, slamming doors shut and heart aches that wouldn’t have happened if they didn’t agree to this stupid fake dating thing.

And then it all comes to a head one day, tearful and angry confessions on the tips of their tongues. (And by God, are they so dramatic about it, too.)

B: “Why are you doing this to us? We— we were doing so good—”

A: “Because this is supposed to be fake, but I’m falling for you and I’m fucking terrified I’m never going to be able to catch myself. Because I’m falling for you and you don’t feel the same and everything in me screams for me to run away, but I can’t because it’s you.”

B: “…And who the fuck says I don’t feel the same?”

#prompts for my mutuals pleasure #( prompts )