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Change the Formality...

"There's something you should know... about the midnight phantasmagoria and the azure sea."

-- The mastermind finally presents herself. || INTRODUCTION --

Dear Detectives, from death, blossoms new life. Old parts are rearranged to create new faces, old tricks create new tactics, burning away the sins of the past. Let's give a warm welcome to our two new hunters and one new survivor, The Mechanical Designer, The Dealer, and The Festival Planner!

-- Hands off my blueprints. || BLOG RULES --

The basic rules are the same across all my blogs as per usual, but here are some extras!

Anons, magic anons, shippers, AU/crossover blogs and everyone else is welcome to interact! We enjoy feel good, silly interactions!

Suggestive asks are okay, but nothing overly NSFW please! Thank you <3

All three askable parties are over 18, if that is something you wish to know!

This blog deals with dark or triggering topics, some of those topics including:

Murder/Threats of Violence or harm

Mentions and Descriptions of Character Death

In-Universe Serial Killers

Identity Theft

Supernatural Phenomenon

Ghosts and the Living Undead

Mentions of pre-determined fates

Use of Degrading language

Themes of death and rebirth

So please be careful while scrolling through!

Contract has three additional roommates! However, if interested, more will be revealed about them over time between this blog and an additional blog!

This blog will also include various additional characters when the timing is right! These characters usually will carry some form of lore importance/lore significance.

That is everything for the rules! Happy asking everyone 🫶🏼

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Ongoing Events || Where did the Sunshine go?

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sammi do you think Tatya would make a pretty man

"I... suppose so. If I have to say something."

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Me? Drawing Contract?? In 2026????

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hey sammi your not girlfriend is back

Anonymous, I just got off work??????

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Practically manifesting next to Firecracker, the survivor leaned in and tilted his head before smiling, snapping his fingers. “Hey! Now that I’ve gotten a better look at you, you remind me of one of my students.” - @mister-blueeyes

“Huh what who now.”

Then blinking slowly, the influencer slowly turned her phone towards the strange man, before snapping a picture of the man and sending it to her roommates.

— ( does anyone know who the fuck this guy is )

— ( is that fucking satoru gojo. )

— ( … oh my god it might be. I didn’t think anime men actually existed. I’m gonna be so for real. We’re not even in Identity V, this is fucking Dead by Daylight. )

— ( we have Nicolas Cage, fucking Ada Wong, and Leon S. Kennedy, why are you wound up over anime men. )

Blinking slowly, the girl looked between her phone and the man in front of her.

“Yeah no, my previous statement stands. Huh what who now.”

[mister-blueeyes]

“Woah, well that’s no way to take a picture of someone.”

In a blink of an eye, he moved from leaning in front of her to wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Snatching the phone out of the girl’s hand, he held it up to position them both in the frame.

“Say cheese!” With a smug smile, he snapped a selfie of the two before placing the phone back where it rightfully belonged.

“There you go! Now that is a much better picture of me, and now you’re in it too.”

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…

*click!*

“Uhm… thank…s?”

Pausing as she held briefly stolen phone in her hand, she made a mental note to post that photo to her personal socials later.

“Wait you said I reminded you of one of your students- wait hold on how are you even here I thought identity nerds couldn’t even leave the manor- this isn’t even- god I have so many questions-“

Shaking her head briefly, she then looked up to the… odd man.

“Who ARE you, mister blue eyes. That should have been my first question, actually. And how is seeing you more weird than seeing Nicolas fucking Cage-“

[mister-blueeyes]

“You’re welcome! Do me a favor and send that to me later on, will you?”

With a pat on the head, he unwrapped his other arm from around Firecracker’s shoulder. Letting out a laugh at her questions.

“Who am I? I’m the most good-looking teacher you’ll ever meet. I’m more commonly known as the strongest, which isn’t wrong. Buuut you can just call me Satoru Gojo. Of course, I will respond to other flattering and positive nicknames that I’m sure your creative mind can come up!”

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Pausing a moment, Firecracker whined as he patted her on the head. Covering her head instinctively, she eyed the teacher up and down.

"Satoru Gojo, huh? Damn, I'm gonna have to tell my roommate she was actually right. It's uh... nice to meet you, I guess? My name's Firecracker."

She debated holding her hand for a handshake for a brief moment, but ultimately decided against it. Then, she looked between the man and her phone.

"... I don't. have a number to send that photo to, Satoru. So, I'm not sure I could even if I wanted to. Are you new here by any chance? Also, I remind you of one of your students? Care to explain?"

[mister-blueeyes]

“Ohhh yeah, you would need my phone number, huh. That’s no problem it’s- …it’s um. Give me a second.”

Checking his pocket, he reached for his own phone. Unfortunately for him, that pocket was empty. So was his other one. After a very dramatic self-given pat down and no phone in sight, he shrugged.

“You know what, we’ll get back to exchanging phone numbers later. I am new here, yes. What gave it away?”

Nodding, the teacher pointed towards Firecracker.

Mhm! You very much do remind me of one of my students, I’d show you a picture but that doesn’t seem to be an option currently. Whoops! Just know that you do seem to have a similar motif going on, maybe you two are long-lost sisters!”

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Pausing a moment, Firecracker crossed her arms in anticipation, feeling a little letdown by the ultimate reaction. Then, shifting one arm onto her hip, and lazily swinging her phone in the other, she scoffed.

"What a genius you are! I don't even work at the manor actually, I'm from a different era entirely, but I have two roommates who play these "games" and I'm pretty sure I would have heard about someone as... err... infamous as you, Satoru. So, I figured you must be new."

Then, raising a brow, Firecracker lifted up her phone.

"If she's anything like you, I can find her easily. What's her name."

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Sammi please just one chance PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

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Describe the first moment they were created/born.

Contract paused, leaning on her hand. Thinking back as far as her memory would allow her to go.

"Hmm... well, the furthest back I can think... was to the technician who helped repair me after Silverwing left me for broken... I don't really remember anything before that point, unfortunately... She was also a mechanical designer I believe? Huh, the title is almost like a family keepsake now that I think about it..."

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// guys i swear this damn gojo mun is out to get me.

// anyways back to answering asks before I blow a casket /lh

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… oh.

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…

A bag of peppermints seems to manifest for the group, a simple scrawled note:

My namesake, it seems; enjoy them.

~ 🥀

"You can't just hand people things like a normal person? God, you're so fucking funny."

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What would your Oc(s) smell like? (not perfume, like general smells)

This is an oddly specific ask ngl anon

Uhh, well Contract smells like freshly baked cinnamon rolls constantly, since she does have a side hobby that includes baking.

Firecracker smells like... nothing honestly without any perfume on????

And Sammi smells like motor oil. (He spends his spare time repairing and upgrading his old motorcycle)

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Practically manifesting next to Firecracker, the survivor leaned in and tilted his head before smiling, snapping his fingers. “Hey! Now that I’ve gotten a better look at you, you remind me of one of my students.” - @mister-blueeyes

“Huh what who now.”

Then blinking slowly, the influencer slowly turned her phone towards the strange man, before snapping a picture of the man and sending it to her roommates.

— ( does anyone know who the fuck this guy is )

— ( is that fucking satoru gojo. )

— ( … oh my god it might be. I didn’t think anime men actually existed. I’m gonna be so for real. We’re not even in Identity V, this is fucking Dead by Daylight. )

— ( we have Nicolas Cage, fucking Ada Wong, and Leon S. Kennedy, why are you wound up over anime men. )

Blinking slowly, the girl looked between her phone and the man in front of her.

“Yeah no, my previous statement stands. Huh what who now.”

[mister-blueeyes]

“Woah, well that’s no way to take a picture of someone.”

In a blink of an eye, he moved from leaning in front of her to wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Snatching the phone out of the girl’s hand, he held it up to position them both in the frame.

“Say cheese!” With a smug smile, he snapped a selfie of the two before placing the phone back where it rightfully belonged.

“There you go! Now that is a much better picture of me, and now you’re in it too.”

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…

*click!*

“Uhm… thank…s?”

Pausing as she held briefly stolen phone in her hand, she made a mental note to post that photo to her personal socials later.

“Wait you said I reminded you of one of your students- wait hold on how are you even here I thought identity nerds couldn’t even leave the manor- this isn’t even- god I have so many questions-“

Shaking her head briefly, she then looked up to the… odd man.

“Who ARE you, mister blue eyes. That should have been my first question, actually. And how is seeing you more weird than seeing Nicolas fucking Cage-“

[mister-blueeyes]

“You’re welcome! Do me a favor and send that to me later on, will you?”

With a pat on the head, he unwrapped his other arm from around Firecracker’s shoulder. Letting out a laugh at her questions.

“Who am I? I’m the most good-looking teacher you’ll ever meet. I’m more commonly known as the strongest, which isn’t wrong. Buuut you can just call me Satoru Gojo. Of course, I will respond to other flattering and positive nicknames that I’m sure your creative mind can come up!”

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Pausing a moment, Firecracker whined as he patted her on the head. Covering her head instinctively, she eyed the teacher up and down.

"Satoru Gojo, huh? Damn, I'm gonna have to tell my roommate she was actually right. It's uh... nice to meet you, I guess? My name's Firecracker."

She debated holding her hand for a handshake for a brief moment, but ultimately decided against it. Then, she looked between the man and her phone.

"... I don't. have a number to send that photo to, Satoru. So, I'm not sure I could even if I wanted to. Are you new here by any chance? Also, I remind you of one of your students? Care to explain?"

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Practically manifesting next to Firecracker, the survivor leaned in and tilted his head before smiling, snapping his fingers. “Hey! Now that I’ve gotten a better look at you, you remind me of one of my students.” - @mister-blueeyes

“Huh what who now.”

Then blinking slowly, the influencer slowly turned her phone towards the strange man, before snapping a picture of the man and sending it to her roommates.

— ( does anyone know who the fuck this guy is )

— ( is that fucking satoru gojo. )

— ( … oh my god it might be. I didn’t think anime men actually existed. I’m gonna be so for real. We’re not even in Identity V, this is fucking Dead by Daylight. )

— ( we have Nicolas Cage, fucking Ada Wong, and Leon S. Kennedy, why are you wound up over anime men. )

Blinking slowly, the girl looked between her phone and the man in front of her.

“Yeah no, my previous statement stands. Huh what who now.”

[mister-blueeyes]

“Woah, well that’s no way to take a picture of someone.”

In a blink of an eye, he moved from leaning in front of her to wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Snatching the phone out of the girl’s hand, he held it up to position them both in the frame.

“Say cheese!” With a smug smile, he snapped a selfie of the two before placing the phone back where it rightfully belonged.

“There you go! Now that is a much better picture of me, and now you’re in it too.”

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…

*click!*

“Uhm… thank…s?”

Pausing as she held briefly stolen phone in her hand, she made a mental note to post that photo to her personal socials later.

“Wait you said I reminded you of one of your students- wait hold on how are you even here I thought identity nerds couldn’t even leave the manor- this isn’t even- god I have so many questions-“

Shaking her head briefly, she then looked up to the… odd man.

“Who ARE you, mister blue eyes. That should have been my first question, actually. And how is seeing you more weird than seeing Nicolas fucking Cage-“

[mister-blueeyes]

Info + Rules!! || Gojo - He/Him / Mod - She/They

- This blog is mainly focused around a silly little crossover idea of Jujustu Kaisen x Identity V, meaning that this setting for the blog will take place in the manor - similar to an in-game crossover event

( Because of this, there might be mentions of other JJK characters in the manor! wouldn’t be a proper crossover “event” without others <3 however, Gojo is the only muse available on this blog at the time )

- ( Crossover Reasons and all that jazz, Gojo is getting thrown into the Prospector role. Congrats Norton, you’re getting another (hypothetical) skin )

- Throwing it out here now that this is a shitpost blog, so by no means will this actually be taken seriously seriously. This is mainly for shits and giggles and due to the mun being impulsive <3

- Despite being a shitpost blog (/lh) it is also both a roleplay and an ask blog. Which mean any type of interactions ( oc, canon, anon, go wild) are fine! Any responses will, for the most part, consist of written responses

- Something something please remember that muse does not equal mod. That being said, there is a chance that dark topics will arise in the future! You have been warned in advance

- There is a good chance that this blog will contain JJK spoilers (mainly towards season 1-2, I’d assume we wouldn’t go into manga territory. I hope we don’t go into manga territory that is a whole another can of worms that I don’t wish to deal with /lh)

- Oh and this IS a SFW blog. suggestiveness and flirting is fine (I guess, I suppose) but please don’t go overboard, I have a right to not answer things that’ll make me #uncomfortable

- Finally, this blog is pretty HC-heavy!! hcs are just a little. too silly not to include

Current events!! : None (for now. teehee.)

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Practically manifesting next to Firecracker, the survivor leaned in and tilted his head before smiling, snapping his fingers. “Hey! Now that I’ve gotten a better look at you, you remind me of one of my students.” - @mister-blueeyes

“Huh what who now.”

Then blinking slowly, the influencer slowly turned her phone towards the strange man, before snapping a picture of the man and sending it to her roommates.

— ( does anyone know who the fuck this guy is )

— ( is that fucking satoru gojo. )

— ( … oh my god it might be. I didn’t think anime men actually existed. I’m gonna be so for real. We’re not even in Identity V, this is fucking Dead by Daylight. )

— ( we have Nicolas Cage, fucking Ada Wong, and Leon S. Kennedy, why are you wound up over anime men. )

Blinking slowly, the girl looked between her phone and the man in front of her.

“Yeah no, my previous statement stands. Huh what who now.”

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Sounds of shuffling can be heard from somewhere dark… slow taps of footsteps can be heard. A familiar honeyed voice of a man can be heard slightly muffling.

“Bianca… Bianca…!” The passive tone chants the name, as if trying to sound cheerful as if talking to someone. Is it her he’s talking to?

“I brought you sunflowers… your favorite.” The voice softly says. Sounds of shuffling can be heard as if something was placed on top of a solid surface, “I got busy lately, news reporting can’t be done by itself afterall! Many things happened while you were gone… and while she got decommissioned.”

Then, a silence stays for a moment.

“…I’m not sure if I’m going to celebrate Valentine’s… I guess I got too used to having your company. This time, it feels… different. I’m sure some change will do good for me, though. But… I sometimes wonder if I can ever see you again… and hear your voice again.”

@idv-news-boi (HEHEHE;;; 🥰😭)

Leaning against the locked door in a crumpled heap on the floor, the young brunette closed her eyes slowly. How long had she been sitting there, after trying and failing to escape on her own?

...

She wouldn't deny, she had grown tired of meaningless struggle. She missed the elderly folk back home, who always offered her a freshly baked loaf of bread on the flooded streets. The Coral City was a waterlogged mess, but that place was a waterlogged mess she called home.

She missed the ferryman, who would always row her to school. The streets were always too flooded to walk, too flooded to drive even.

She missed her father. Well, she always missed her father. He was always in that lab... what was it, Site 20493? She never saw him, yet she still missed him. She missed him a lot. Especially now. If she made it out, she should take notes to tell her father. Mysterious places like this were up his alley, after all.

She missed her friends. As bad of influences as they could be, there wasn't anything they couldn't (and wouldn't) do if given the chance.

...

Friends...

It might have been her being tired, but she could have sworn heard the voice of... an old friend. Sitting up, she pressed her ear against the door with a curious expression.

"... That sounds like... Jou? Why would Jou be in a place like this though...? And... he sounds so sad... I wonder what happened?"

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Sounds of silence remain.

Before the voice, who happened to be Laurence(or Journo as Bianca mentioned) rings out once again.

“Sometimes.. I hear your voices… not the ones that haunt, but ones that keep reminding me of the warm feeling of spring.”

The sounds of a match getting lit up can be heard, before it got extinguished as if he lit up something.

“Oh- and hey, I brought scented candles- sunflower edition even.”

“I wonder if the spirits can smell candles if they’re burned the smell out… would you still see the small things I would give you?”

“…”

“Things are more…. Nicer, back when I can just give your donut messages, paper airplanes, and flower messages to show you how much you mean to me.”

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Leaning against the door gently, Bia listened quietly. A small frown formed on her face as she listened to Laurence's mourning.

"Oh... Journo..."

Laughing a bit about the candle, she laid her head against the wall.

"I always did like sunflower candles... and, it does smell really good..."

Placing her hand against the sealed-off wall, she frowned a bit.

"... Things were a lot nicer back then, huh... When kids would go swimming in the streets or those chemical explosions... haha..."

Placing her hands on the wall, she smiled.

"I missed you a lot, Jou... if only I could actually... see you again..."

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HAPPY BORTHDAY

“…whose birthday?”