indie 𝑮𝙊𝑱𝙊 𝙎𝑨𝙏𝑶𝙍𝑼 of Jujutsu Kaisen, heavily canon divergent && headcanon based. A reflection of the burden that is eternity && the reincarnation cycle. Heavily written in JJK0 timeline, please proceed to read both the carrd && pinned rules prior to following.
#muraskiii: hollow purple is the collusion of limitless, an exceptionally powerful && rare technique guarded heavily by the Gojo Clan only granted to a select few. It is the convergence of blue && red to produce an imaginary mass that rushes forth.
core concepts: the breaking of a teenage dream, countless lives that have yet to transpire, a bird with broken wings, the weight of a deity in mortal flesh, the truth cannot be deceived unless willing, the god who loved mankind, premature death.
Indie Gojo Satoru from Jujutsu Kaisen, heavily canon divergent, manga based / headcanon portrayed. Do not push fanon or your portrayal upon my muse I will not adhere to the desires of others as I write solely as an artistic expression.
Along with being heavily divergent, my portrayal of Satoru is transmac, please use proper pronouns && be respectful. I will not tolerate any bisexual erasure, homophobia, transphobia, racism, or misogyny. No creepiness whatsoever, if I sense any fetishizing it will result in a hard block, be a decent person - that is all I ask.
Themes consisting of the occult, violence, generational trauma, nihilism, ect are rampant. Please use every available resource to protect yourself, understand when following the content of certain series may cause a squick reaction or be too much. I tag everything accordingly, it is never within my desires to cause anyone discomfort.
I prefer to write multi-paragraph to novella sized threads. One liners are usually reserved for quick but light interactions, if you are wondering how to start a thread, simply send in a prompt or like the starter calls / inbox calls. You will see them liberally throughout the blog as I strive to interact with everyone.
You may not lift icons / headcanons / portrayal: these is being inspired and straight up plagiarizing. Do not do this, if you need help with anything I am happy to assist, if you want to soundboard ideas, I'm more than thrilled to listen, otherwise - do not vague my portrayal or lift it.
I try to make my blog as engaging as possible, while it’s understandable we all have lives with little time to be here, please try to engage in some way. I do count OOC interactions, liking posts, ect as engagement. It’s disheartening to try and write with others only to see it head nowhere whatsoever. If you wish to start a thread over or have an interaction completely nulled in order to redo, I am completely fine with that, all you need to do is DM me.
I will not engage with Honkai Impact of Genshin Impact muses, multi's are fine since there is usually a variety of muses, but I prefer to stay away from this fandom. Including Demon Slayer, thank you for understanding.
On the topic of shipping; I love shipping! There is no need to deny it, though again, I ask that it be a two way street in order for us to better communicate. If you wish to ship romantically, please be upfront, platonic, enemies, ect, all of that are welcomed && adored. Though I only ship with one variation of a canon, ships that are inactive for two months are dropped but can be reestablished again if you reach out. If you're curious to canonical ships, I STRONGLY prefer Nanami / Gojo, Sukuna / Gojo, Kenjaku / Gojo, Suguru / Gojo (this must be discussed in depth prior to shipping).
One more thing, I do not believe in ship hoarding. I highly reject canon on Satoru and substitute it dramatically for my own. My portrayal is very precious to me, if I notice ship hoarding solely of one primary OTP (nanago, satosugu, ect) I will most likely reject the dynamic to romantically ship. This also constitutes having romantic ships with tons of Gojos, I love him too as a character but, I would like for my interpretation to be respected and cherished by partners.
I’m still not over Gojo apparently collecting stamps for stamp rallies. Actually cashing them in for goods, not liking anything spicy, and then whining his prize had curry instead of strawberry. Basically, the Honored One is a middle age parent going about their day doing grocery shopping which is utterly amusing.
im such a man who leans in doorways. relaxes against the counter. drapes across a couch. sprawls over an armchair. my spine isnt straight and by god neither am i.
𝑫𝑨𝑾𝑵 - 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑫 . ( words for those whose affections belong to the early mornings. some nsfw implications are present . )
❛ name one reason we should get out of this bed . ❜
❛ i’m gonna go shower … you wanna join ? ❜
❛ please … you don’t have to go . i don’t want you to go . ❜
❛ i’ve never felt like this before . is that crazy ? ❜
❛ what are your plans for the day , & how cancel-able are they ? ❜
❛ grab me something to drink while you’re up ? ❜
❛ how did you sleep ? ❜
❛ no , nooo - come back to bed . ❜
❛ wanna help me choose something to wear ? ❜
❛ i wish the sun would just go back down . ❜
❛ don’t pretend like you’re asleep . ❜
❛ i think i can convince you to stay … ❜
❛ i can feel your heart beating . ❜
❛ shit , did someone just knock on the door ? ❜
❛ would it be alright if i borrowed this ? i can’t find my shirt . ❜
❛ it’s not morning yet . ❜
❛ stop hogging all the blankets ! ❜
❛ all these marks - i look like a crime scene . ❜
❛ well , hello there . good morning . ❜
❛ how about i heat up the leftovers in the fridge ? ❜
❛ can you check what the weather’s like today ? ❜
❛ just one more kiss - ❜
❛ i think you had a nightmare … you seemed upset . ❜
❛ i can’t find my [ clothing item ] - have you seen [ it / them ] ? ❜
❛ i think i’ve fallen a little bit more in love with you . ❜
❛ someone needs to get up & close the curtains . ❜
❛ hold me & never let me go . ❜
❛ is … that my shirt that you’re wearing ? ❜
❛ it’s nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today . ❜
there's a poetic comedy to the fact if satoru had only cremated suguru so many events wouldn't transpire. yes, the process of grief is varies && we all tend to handle it within our own ways, but, you ever think about the fact he indirectly cursed himself when telling Yuta that love is equated to that of a curse?
@kuidaorc : ❛ everyone loved you. everyone wanted to be around you. ❜
We love you, the frantic keys swept against his touch, a coalesced of ivory && ebony. A genius, he remembers the words when little when his small legs would sway quietly on the bench, gentle kisses to the forehead, encouraging him softly to play. Humans, prey && livestock, they admire such talents - it does not scare them. The melody was all that entranced him to become familiar with it while falling into the rapturous company that never left, not when he was scolded for being too ghoulish, too hungry, not understanding; you’re so very special. Life that was lived in between, none would ever know, except those who spoke the same tongue && moved in synch in this calamity of a world they dwelled within. Boarding schools && fancy upper elite parties, ghoul restaurants && gaudy clothes, the lingering gaze of the media && sleepless nights in airports. Rumors in Tokyo that bespoke of a fabled being, the One Eyed King - he would bring peace && harmony between the two predators. What a myth, the deception was easy to be lulled by, like a desperate prayer uttered towards the stars, it would fade into the night chorus.
All that he could accomplish was strength, the apex who moved his lanky frame, reveling in the delight of another dead dove. Oh, he hated when his mind became an endless sea that faded away, unable to be chased as he rested his head upon the coolness of each key. Fingers that prod, haphazardly chiming as light spills into the apartment, Gojo Satoru has vanished - he hasn’t performed in months. Tired, he says, focusing on my studies - a glutton for physics, origami mathematics, towering books that rivaled his own birdlike frame. Everyone loves you, yes, they want to be near him - worship like an idol. The pinnacle of the cosmos that stands before them, this eye that was prized && coveted, transcending both species, it’s nothing but a curse.
Humans, they were unaware that of nightmares sat before them, laughing brightly at their cocky assumptions, when some would denounce; what does a ghoul even look like? Beautiful, otherworldly && acidic in poise. “I hate them for it” he murmurs softly, static noise that transpires, it soothes his senses. “Vapid && shallow, they want a morsel of attention solely for their own gain, I prefer giving it to my students” the only shred of morality that kept him from culling the entirety of this ward. Warm faces with hope in their hearts, if this king was meant to be true, did he care for those who were subjugated simply for existing? Their children who were deemed inferior for a hunger that was solely their own. To exist was painful, to remain nothing more than a blight from the first breathe, the human facade was a painful experience one must master. He did it with grace, sighing before moving away from the bench, bare feet pattering about.
“Not like it’s changed, I still have plenty of attention, Itsuki-san said it was hiding in plain sight which sounds kinder than humiliating ourselves. The Gojo Clan is known for great artisans, we should be grateful for our impeccable image in the public eye” he laughs, shallow && lifeless. Friendship was seldom amongst their kind, allies were important, though anything more was considered a rarity. They knew one another, far more than they cared to admit, at times Satoru wasn’t sure what to make of his other half’s ideology. We can never live with or without one another or so said the eccentric mask maker, he wondered, did it pertain to personal connection? “They love me with a fervor to eat me alive, it isn’t purity or devotion, it’s merely on the basis if given the chance they’d take my head” the saccharine gesture was made at his expense, pressing a thumb to his jugular while his tongue stuck out.
“My hands refuse to work, even my mind is drawing blank on compositions, the melody is there but I cannot chase it - every time my eyes close, it evades me”
