howdy, worms and germs. this is an indie rp blog dedicated to Getō Suguru and Fushiguro Megumi from Jujutsu Kaisen. my portrayal is both anime and manga based. manga events will not be spoiled.
! ! ! themes present but are not limited to: violence, gore, abandonment issues, childhood trauma, depression, mass murder, child soldiers. this is not to say all my threads and headcanons will be violent or solemn. I do enjoy the light hearted side of friendship and bonding, but the trauma of being a jujutsu sorcerer is very important in my portrayals.
also important : I do not condone Suguru's actions. this is fiction. I love delving into his psychology and motivation. I try to understand it to a point, but his actions and mentality are not a reflection of mine. I am pro villains; their accurate portrayals are interesting.
I’ll spare you anything long winded though these are definitely subject to change and certainly up for lengthening in the future!
— 𝟎𝟏 I run a mutuals only blog. If I follow you, I want to WRITE with you. I don’t collect followers and like to keep a tidy blog of people who interact with me. Since you’re reading this, that means you care enough to do so. I won’t bite your head off; please feel free to send memes or hit me up for a thread idea. I often clean up my follow list through soft blocks.
— 𝟎𝟐 I don’t write one liners or semis. The more you write, the more I’m inclined to reply rapidly. Quality and quantity fuel my motivation! I truly enjoy world building and scene progression, so novella length threads are sought. Plotting and winging things are equally enjoyed, however for lengthy and detailed threads ( esp crossovers ), plotting is preferred. I have a plotting call linked above.
— 𝟎𝟑 This is an 18+ blog as I am nearing my thirties. I don’t foresee posting NSFW images, but I write heavily graphic scenes thus don’t feel comfortable writing with minors. Any suggestive aesthetics or sinday memes will be tagged as " after dark .". I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, and I don’t want to make any of my followers uncomfortable. More regarding potential smut is below.
— 𝟎𝟒 I don’t have any triggers and don’t tag any triggers. Threads are generally rated M, but I can go PG-13 depending on who I am writing with. I do not shy away from violent and graphic scenes fyi; I really enjoy writing them actually! I encourage you to message me if you would like to write out something extremely graphic. Violence aside, smut may make an appearance. It is not the goal of my writing. If there's chemistry in the thread and between the writers, well ... who am I to say no. In the case of potential smut, aging up characters is fine; I know some people are sensitive about this. Smut will only occur with male characters as I am gay in real life and choose to depict Suguru and Megumi as gay, albeit not openly.
— 𝟎𝟓 When it comes to ages, I think it's vital to keep character ages canon. Yeah, JJk is great with all the lore and action, but the ages of the characters and the soul crushing and life threatening lives they live is the heart of the series. What everyone goes through as a child and as a teenager is incredibly vital. The only time I think aging up is alright is in terms of smut. Having said that, I'm not opposed to writing crushes or romances during their teens.
— 𝟎𝟔 I do moderate edits and formatting. Formatting isn’t a deal breaker with me honestly. I prefer length over pretty aesthetics. I do ask that you cut posts; I won’t be following if you don’t cut your posts or fail to tag your posts — all of your posts especially your ooc and negativity posts.
— 𝟎𝟕 Crossovers are loooooved to other animes/mangas, video games, to shows and movies. Do not be afraid to reach out with crossover ideas. I am also very much interested in AU threads especially involving Suguru since there is a lot of potential with him. So far, I have FFVII verses written up for both of the dudes. Provided interest, I will write up verses for Bleach, Castlevania, and the Witcher among other things.
— 𝟎𝟖 As stated earlier, currently I am all caught up with the manga. For those who are only watching the anime, I will not incorporate any manga elements in our threads. I do not openly discuss spoilers for the sake of other people. If I do discuss anything that may be considered a spoiler, it will be tagged as "jjk spoilers ." Headcanons and drabbles including the events of the manga will be tagged with the aforementioned tag.
— 𝟎𝟗 Regarding Suguru, it is my preference to write him just as Suguru not as Kenjaku, however I am not opposed to it for the sake of an interesting thread. On that similar note, I am happy to write Suguru as a teenager and Megumi as a little kid for any relevant threads.
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— 𝟏𝟏 When it comes to asks/memes, I treat them as independent little snippets. Sort of like insights with some or no background information. Sometimes I write them intentionally vague because it's what comes to me at the moment. I do not treat ask responses as starters, however you are more than welcome to continue a response of mine if you like it enough! Also, I have an ask box call linked above, and you are always welcome to like and comment it whenever you want to be sent things. Seriously. You'll never pester me. You can like request ask box things 24/7.
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Scorching. An unusually warm spring day made for nearly delirious curse exorcisms and drenched training sessions. Truthfully Getō Suguru was thankful for the break following winter's tremendous grasp as spring had not quite felt like spring and now — well, he supposed it still did not feel as such. Trading excessive layers of clothing, snow halting major transit around Tokyo, and scalding teas for carbonated refreshments of the school vending machines and frozen treats was a fair trade, sweat and all. Suguru pinched the collar of his plain black t-shirt and peeled it away from his torso, back and forth, to initiate a little air circulation.
Despite the heat prickling his skin, the brunette sorcerer remained sitting in direct sunlight, hair set loose and eyes squinted sharply. Just as the teenager regretted not bringing his sunglasses and ( very ) briefly debated putting an end to sunbathing to seek said sunglasses, a shadow suddenly appeared —wide, goofy smile and all. The angles at which Gojō Satoru @asmaticbomb could bend was truly fascinating and odd; it was almost like interacting with a talking pipe cleaner.
Satoru's huge upside down smile and shinning blue eyes behind sunglasses suddenly disappeared from Suguru's eyeline, replaced instead with an upright cone of ice-cream. Vanilla and matcha remained in beautiful swirls despite the heat and did not even budge as Satoru took the seat beside his friend. Before the goofy ivory haired sorcerer decided to do something . . well, goofy, Suguru took the offered cone. He brought the towering swirl to his mouth and ran his tongue from the cone's rim to the top of the swirl. The perfect combination of sweet and bitter. Meanwhile Satoru's ice-cream was likely a sugar overload.
── ❛ Ahh~ Feels good to be a winner. If you can beat me next time, I'll buy you a piece of candy as big as your head, Satoru. If you can, of course. ❜
A playful smirk decorated Suguru's lips. Purple eyes focused on his friend as he continued to lick and devour his own cone.
romantic gestures: bold what applies to your muse, italicize if there's potential (or if it depends).
holding hands ( in public ) · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · stargazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their hands · compliments · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight ( verbally / physically ) · joint bubble baths · dropping the l-bomb ( "i love you" ) · dedicating a song to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite ( of a meal ).
He liked this — even in limbo, in this purgatory which kept him in the womb of stasis where god or men decided his ultimate fate — it was a far better outcome than his life on Earth. He had been alone in a world surrounded by millions of souls, walking in circles. His life had been dictated by anyone except himself. In retrospect, even after he navigated down a different path with hands and feet bloodied, it was the rule of man and that of curses which drove every single one of his actions. It took the manifestation of his abilities, the abandonment of his family, the self deprecation of foul abilities taking their toll, and abandonment again for Getō Suguru to find his daughters.
All in all, the suffering had been worth it to find them, and he would have his guts dredged out by innate ability and beaten down like a vermin to find Mimiko and Nanako time, and time again. There was never a second he regretted putting an entire village to slaughter nor turning his back on a society and friends which, frankly, turned their back on him long before. He did not regret letting his rage consume his mind like a parasite nor the failed tactics leading to his death. Had life been genuinely kind and not a nightmare of forced existence, Suguru would repeat every action until he reached his daughters, and then . . then he would do everything in his power to keep the smiles on their faces until wrinkles formed on his face and his body became one with the earth.
GetōSuguru's only regret. The three of them could have gone to any other country, perhaps where the climate was always warm and tropical fruits gifted each tree. Away from the curses and the source of his madness. Ah. Although purgatory left the sorcerer plenty of time to think, feel, and regret, he did not succumb to his grief and regret for he had known love and happiness; very few people, even non-sorcerers, were fortunate to hold love in their hands. It was warm here. Warm in the sense he did not feel the air, ground, nor his physical body.
A nervous system floating on clouds . . . and then, he was not. The transition should have shocking, but Suguru was in a realm that was not of Earth and did not abide by anything human logic could explain. He had his body as he had remembered it, and while the sensation of being whole and live was returned, he was still surrounded by a cloudy warmth. The sensation of peacefully drifting from slumber to sleep, the barest luminescence of sunshine cradling face. He walked down an impossibly long corridor, past door after door. Conscious was there . . somewhat. Enough to realize what was he was doing but not enough to question his actions.
That's how it worked.
That was how heaven worked.
It just was, and creatures who crossed onto the other side moved and flowed. It could have been the last ivory door at the end of the corridor; it was for him at least. Heaven's instrument guiding him to the door where cries were heard albeit muffled from the other side. He touched the knob, turned in, and what he could only describe as life rushed into him. Colour, the five senses, emotion, and thought. The ivory door turned rich blue in hue when finger tips broke contact, and it closed behind him without a sound whereupon the seams and handle dissolved, blending into the sky. It was dark inside. Outside.
He smelled what was innately nature without a doubt; the nature anyone pent up in a smog consumed city would crave. Perfect. Untouched. The sniffling was loud then, no longer dampened by walls or dimensions of separation. Neither light nor nature emanated from the two huddled bodies as if the children were blind to the beauty around them. Chained down by their own grief. Suguru wondered how long they had been there crying . . how long his daughters had been dead. Oh, how he failed them. He should have been furious and distraught, but no such emotion quaked his heart. They were dead, yes, but they were here.
Finally, they were here with him. A smile of the purest adoration and compassion decorated his lips, and Suguru was no longer the monster people remembered him as, not even as the carefree teenager. He was radiant. A soul at peace. A soul which was utterly whole and loved. They did not hear his approach, however at his approach, a simple three metres away, the gloom surrounding them began dissolving. Light penetrated their depression, and all the flowers in the world bloomed when the crying Mimiko and Nanako raised their heads in tandem to look at their father.
── ❛ Oh, how I missed you two. ❜
Suguru's eyes formed crescents by way the power of his smile manipulated the musculature of his face. And his children bawled. They lunged forward as their father bent over to meet them half way, and the tears of overwhelming elation nurtured the blooming flowers and the malnourished deserts of the world. Papa! Otō-san! Daddy! I love you.
I love you.
I love you!
No longer was there any rage. I'm sorry I left you. No longer was there any sorrow. How they rejoiced in their love as the greenest of grasses formed beneath their feet and the sky was unmarred, streaked with the most beautiful hues of blue, pink, and orange. This was his heaven just as it was that of his daughters. No one could compare, and there was no one else he would spent eternity with.
