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Hey! Can I request Gojo Satoru x reader angst?
Sure thing, love! Sorry for the wait! Hope this is what you had in mind~ - mesu.
Gojō Satoru x reader warnings: angst
It had been a devastating clash between curses and sorcerers and everyone had been pushed to their limits
Gojo had been away on another mission so an especially nasty group of curses decided to take the opportunity to eliminate as many sorcerers and students at Jujutsu High as possible
When he heard about the attack he finished his mission immediately and hurried back as fast as he could, but the moment he arrived at the school it was already too late
The entire place was in ruins, casualties of both curses and sorcerers scattered across the battlefield
He immediately tried to locate you but no matter how much knowledge and power his eyes provided, the devastation was too wide-spread to find you right away, so severe had the battle been.
He started to systematically scan the area, casually helping sorcerers out when he located them and they were in trouble
Yet when even after an hour of searching for you, he still didn’t find any sign of you, a terrible idea edged its way into his brilliant mind
What if he wasn’t able to locate any signs of life from you anymore, simply because you weren’t? – No. he mustn’t think like that. If he gave up the hope to find you alive then what kind of man would he be?
He shook his head to clear his mind and simply concentrated on his peripheral field of vision when-
- “-toru…”
The faintest whisper of his name reached his ears, and it was your voice.
But Gojo still couldn’t see you. Why couldn’t he see you?
How could it be that he – the strongest of all – couldn’t see you with his eyes?!
He swallowed hard, something he hadn’t done in a long time, and softly called out your name.
No answer.. The longer there was no response, the more his heart sank. But then,
- “Satoru”
There it was again, your voice, but oh so weak. Why was it so weak?
Calling your name again he carefully approached your location
Until he finally found you hidden away in the debris of a destroyed shrine, covered in gravel, clearly struggling to breath and yet you were trying your hardest to call out for him
Gojo’s gaze softened as his resolve to decimate whoever did this to you hardened
He cradled you into his arms, careful not to hurt you any more
He would fix you and then hunt down whoever was responsible
Would it be politically correct for me to say Happy Father's Day to Tom Cruise because he's a daddy ;)?
*Daniel KAFFEE voice* Did she put you up to this?!
No seriously Eden, you have no idea I’ve already had this conversation with @bulbasaur-fc
Do y’all talk behind my back ?????
Please he’s been through so much... let’s not. (But i mean if that’s your thing, you do you 😏)
@bulbasaur-fc end Scientology’s hold on Tom, call him daddy.
Source: http://nihongami.blogspot.com/2018/12/blog-post_19.html
Japanese Hairstyles: Historical Overview Part 02: Women’s Hairstyles of the Edo Period, Part 03
Hairstyle Name: Kansai - Mesu Oshidori (関西 - 雌おしどり) lit. “Female Mandarin Ducks”
In Kyoto & Osaka, the Oshidori hairstyle was used to indicate that the girl wearing it has been engaged. The name, Oshidori, is a reference to the fact that wild Mandarin Ducks mate for life. However, it appears that the actual thing about the hairstyle that indicates engagement is the long “bridge” of hair laying atop the topknot. The style pictured above is considered the “female” duck because it lays the bridge over the topknot of an average Taka-shimada hairstyle. The “male” version, called Osu Oshidori, would have a bridge of hair laid across the topknot of a Yuiwata hairstyle.
Mesu Smelling a Lotus
Period:New Kingdom
Dynasty:Dynasty 18
Reign:reign of Amenhotep I
Date:ca. 1525–1504 B.C.
Geography:From Egypt, Upper Egypt, Thebes, Dra Abu el-Naga, Tomb of Heri (TT 12)
Medium:Limestone
Dimensions:H. 17 cm (6 11/16 in); w. 18 cm (7 1/16 in)
Credit Line:Gift of Mrs. Morton C. Nichols, 1950
Accession Number:
@where-my-children-lay
Being a vigilante meant various things. It meant you had to know how to fight, how to navigate areas, how to move, how to sneak, how to negotiate, but above all it meant you had to know how to do detective work. The latter wasn’t Archer’s forte, but the amount of leads, and missing cases that pointed towards the same direction were just outrageous. Practically a trail of corpses, some less prettier than others, if you know what I mean, yet they all had a pattern. If the victims weren’t frozen to death or barbecued to perfection, they always donned scratch and wounds that seemed akin to those of animals. Canines by the looks of it... but the young vigilante shuddered to think of the notion, as the incisions were far too big to belong to any possible or known canine in existence. He took a loud swallow of saliva, trying to ease the dryness of his throat, as he ventured deeper into the woods, cautious of who, or what he might find.