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∞ 𝐌𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐎 . . . is an independent & selective depiction of SATORU GOJŌ from gege akutami's JUJUTSU KAISEN. rooted in canon yet reimagined across a limitless variety of verses. infinitely adored by 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 28, she/her (CET) !
𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. prompts, carrd, open starters, blogroll.
𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑... hanabashira + blogroll & whimscult + blogroll.
⊹ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍 . . . is an independent & selective depiction of CLAIRE REDFIELD of capcom's RESIDENT EVIL franchise. infected by 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 28, she/her (CET) ! since ²⁰¹⁹.
She squeaked pulling her hand away before he can grabbed the wrapped candy, quickly shoving it all into her mouth. ' See? all gone! ' She said with said candy in her mouth.
𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓, 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 — 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐇 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋. A laugh bubbled from his lips nonetheless, the sound fueled by shameless delight at her impulsive reaction. ❝ Yikes, talk about greedy. ❞
Watching her attempt to chew an entire handful at once promised a certain degree of entertainment, yet he could not help feeling distressingly... candyless.
❝ That’s a level of commitment I can only respect, ❞ he mused through the lingering upcurve of his lips. ❝ You’d rather risk choking than share. That’s actually kind of inspiring. ❞
This was supposed to be quick coloring but I got carried away and rendered it
Realizing I’ve been pretty scarce with the headcanons, so here goes one:
Riko Amanai’s death affected Satoru far more deeply than he ever outwardly lets on. Not only did he fail her and fail the mission, but the entire ordeal marked the first time he was forced to confront the limitations of himself — the first time being the strongest simply wasn’t enough. For the first time, he came face to face with the reality that power alone cannot save everyone.
The weight of Riko’s lifeless body in his arms became something that lingered far beyond that single moment. It became the weight of failure itself, the burden of the people even he could not protect, the losses that not even Satoru Gojō could prevent. In many ways, it was the humbling of a god — the fall of someone once thought infallible, including by himself.
When Yūji “dies” those feelings come crashing back with sudden force. Once again, it is a young life entrusted to his care that slips through his fingers.
It forces Satoru back to the most paradoxical moment of his life: the moment in which he gained everything and lost just as much in return. He awakened to the full understanding of his abilities, reached heights of power no sorcerer could rival... yet at the same time lost that boisterous, almost boyish belief that he alone could change the outcome of everything through sheer strength.
SATORU. GOJO. On another day, with only school or a mission so simple even she could do it, Panko would be much happier to see Satoru. Unfortunately, today she was on a mission that went so horribly wrong, it's either calling upon THE NUCLEAR OPTION or death.
What excitement was there to contain, as Panko rose from the rubble? For the saving of her life, which has been rendered useless again? That it was him to got her out of serious trouble this time?
“Th-… th-thank you.” Well, it's enough for her to swallow her thoughts on the matter. It's no good to be in a prime spot for him to urge you to ask for help before you're in a position to deserve it, after all. Better save that bitterness for when you're out of his line of sight.
𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃? Satoru tilted his head with open curiosity as he neared the rubble with slow, relaxed steps, nonchalance radiating from his very being.
❝ Hm? What’s with the face? ❞ Sure, poor Panko looked like she had been through a rather unfortunate series of events... but that shouldn’t overshadow the fact that none other than Satoru Gojō had hurried to her rescue, should it?
Either way, he extended a hand in supportive gesture to help his fellow sorcerer peel away from the obscene amount of dust and debris. ❝ Don’t look so gloomy. You’re gonna make everyone think somebody died. ❞
It’s cool.
Suguru laughed, surprising himself. His chest felt lighter for the moment, like they really were back to hanging out after school, talking about anything and nothing without underlying meaning. It’s cool was so blatantly Satoru that he had to laugh, an expression of unexpected relief, seeing inside the gimmicky parts of his best friend again. He wanted to believe nothing had changed. That was the easy lie.
“They’re going to rob you of your humanity, aren’t they? Every last inch of it.” Jujutsu society took and took, they both knew that, but Satoru would never stop being busy, never stop being a savior. Suguru knew he’d push back, because Satoru never did anything he didn’t want to, and yet it still didn’t change the fact. And he was jealous for it, stupidly, confoundingly. He didn’t want to be a god. He didn’t want there to be any gods.
“I’m going to get the shitty jobs,” he said it without malice, like it was fact. It was. Suguru felt his chips scratch at the inner lining of his throat as he swallowed a bite, fighting against the words that seemed to sit there permanently now. “Getting sent out in a few days, there’s this village.”
𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔’𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔’𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇; 𝐎𝐇-𝐒𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄’𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘. It brought him right back to what had undoubtedly been the best time of his life: late nights spent with Shōko and Suguru, their greatest concerns a lack of sleep and Yaga’s inevitable scolding.
❝ You know they will. ❞ Satoru’s tone was far too lax for a boy who had to bid those carefree days a premature goodbye. But should he mourn something he had known to be inevitable since the first adamant lecture received? From the earliest days, he had realized that tears and wails were a waste of time. To break free from a system, one had to rebel against the chains imposed upon them — and if anyone was willing to give the higher-ups hell, it was Satoru.
❝ Or, well... ❞ A crooked grin tugged at his lips as he tossed another sweet into his mouth. ❝ They’ll try. ❞ As though he hadn’t just casually declared war against the expectations resting on his shoulders, Satoru’s cerulean eyes flicked back toward his best friend.
❝ A village? ❞ He grimaced in an overt display of distaste at the thought; not because he disliked the idea of nature, of a serene life led somewhere far away from the urban hustle, but because villages rarely housed cursed spirits worth a damn. What cursed energy could possibly accumulate somewhere with barely any people around?
❝ What’re they even sending you out there for? You’re still special grade. ❞ Satoru puffed out his cheeks before exhaling loudly through his nose. ❝ Weirdos. ❞
As I’ll be away at a convention with my bestest and dearest friend from Friday until Monday, I won’t be around much for the next few days.
I’ll try to queue some things beforehand, but aside from the occasional lurking I’ll be booked and busy. Have a good one!
❝ ⠀THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS: I WILL GUT YOU IF I NEED TO. I WILL CARVE MY WAY OUT WITH ONLY MY TEETH. ⠀❞
ꕥ 𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐈 . . . is an independent & selective depiction of SAYURI TAMASHIRO, a fandomless, horror-based 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥, thriving across verses through tragedy, cunning, and ambition. imagined viscerally by 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 28, she/her (CET) !
Ah. It feels good to write anonymously to bully the strongest one and not be worried about seeing a big purple ball out of the window.
❝ Oh? Sounds serious.~ Go on, then — don’t be shy. Let me hear what you’ve got. ❞
❝ Just make sure you keep me entertained. ❞
Megumi paused just inside the doorway, the soft click of it shutting behind him barely cutting through Gojo’s dramatic sigh. He stared at him for a long moment, utterly unimpressed by the spectacle of a grown man sprawling across his office chair like a scolded cat. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.
“I came because you told me to report back immediately,” he added, voice steady despite the faint edge of embarrassment creeping in. “Not because I was worried you’d get lonely.”
He stepped closer to the desk, setting the mission file down with more care than necessary. “And for the record… if I was just visiting, you’d know.” A small, almost imperceptible sigh slipped past him as he met Gojo’s gaze. “You’d complain either way. So just listen.”
There was a pause before he added, quieter, “It went fine. No casualties. Just like you expected.” His expression softened for half a second — subtle, but there. “So you can stop pretending you were bored.”
𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐄, Satoru displayed the (definitely noteworthy!) decorum to straighten his posture to some degree and cast a glance at the file gingerly placed before him. The neatly written kanji demanded little more than cursory consideration to confirm what Satoru had deemed a non-negotiable: the results of a mission perfectly executed.
❝ Just like I expected. ❞ Though the words were a mere echo of his student’s, Satoru still managed to add a rather distinctive touch to them — his tone rooted in the smugness of a teacher proven right in both his teachings and his calculations. ❝ Of course it went fine. I did train you, after all. ❞
If he had hoped for a visible reaction from his stoic student at that lighthearted tease, he would likely end his day unsatisfied... and yet, satisfaction still prematurely blossomed across his features as he leaned back again, arms casually crossed behind his head. ❝ C’mon, give me a few more details. ❞
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' Yeah well so is buying your own.' She watched him swallow the candy she gave him, popping one into her both she leaned back on the couch. ' Offering help? by what? taking mine? ' She asked looking at him with a raised eyebrow, mouth closed as she chews.
𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, indecorously mingling with his thorough indulgence in the sugary treat. ❝ Exactly. ❞
As though the matter were entirely self-evident, Satoru gave a mere casual shrug of his shoulders while his greedy fingers already crept toward the next foil-wrapped candy. ❝ I’m helping you finish them. You’re welcome. ❞
𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔞 earnestly thought about his question. Did she know? No. She'd never heard of it. Did it make sense though? Yeah, actually. People who sighed a lot probably had a much more stressful life than people who didn't. A big weight on one's shoulder would make them sigh more. She'd noticed that in herself whenever she was feeling down.
She opened her mouth to reply, but Gojo already continued without waiting for an answer. Oh. Her mouth closed, as well as her eyes. A deep sigh. Of course he wasn't just sharing some fun facts, it was Satoru they were talking about here. She should expect haphazardness from him by now. What a naive idiot she could be.
"And did you know that spending too much time with you shortens people's lifespans because you fray their last nerves?" She snatched the juicebox from his hand and drank from it, out of pure pettiness. Slurp. "Well... not your most outrageous statement. Could very well be true if you ask me."
𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏 — gone was his once-cherished sugary beverage. Fingers that had only half-heartedly held onto the juice box now lingered uselessly in the air before him, a certain theatricality unmistakable in the way he paused there… though in truth, Satoru seemed hardly bothered by her unforeseen display of brazenness.
Indeed, it was a huff of laughter that eventually barked from his throat, seemingly stirred by her audible indulgence in the drink that had once been his. ❝ Talk about outrageous while resorting to theft. How cold. ❞
In playful disagreement, he cocked his head to one side; a click of his tongue imminent to accompany the motion. ❝ Besides, ❞ he continued lazily, ❝ if spending time with me really shortened lifespans, Nanami would’ve turned to dust years ago. ❞
i fell in love again🥺
❝ ⠀YOU CAN MAKE A FLOWER BLOOM, YOU CAN ADMIRE IT... BUT YOU CAN'T TELL THAT FLOWER, ‘I WANT YOU TO UNDERSTAND ME.’ ⠀❞
∞ 𝐌𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐎 . . . is an independent & selective depiction of SATORU GOJŌ from gege akutami's JUJUTSU KAISEN. rooted in canon yet reimagined across a limitless variety of verses. infinitely adored by 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 28, she/her (CET) !
