“People conform to ideologies and quixotic fantasies about who they are and how they should live. But the wilderness cleanses you from all that; you get away from society with all its constraints and falsehoods. There is something untainted about nature on its own.”
I'll never hack it as a philosopher--I'm not smart enough, frankly--yet I am continuing, and will continue indefinitely, to learn as much on the subject of ancient philosophy as I possibly can. Think of me as a nerdy Don Quixote, tilting at Parmenidean windmills.
Identifying as / with quixotic in a way that comes off as silly and non-threatening at first but is grotesque, gory, and / or shocking once you look closer.
I just got this wonderful vinyl records. 3 vinyls (one golden), 6 sides, ALL of the soundtrack, wonderful art. This is pure art. I’ve been spending so much money on merch for this game and everything has been so damn worth it.
mb for the long long wait finals r eating me up😞 chapters should be coming sooner after this week maybe. hopefully.
cw: jealous!gojo ,, gojo/mc lore drop ,, thats it i think ,, swearing (but it js me) ,, gojo breaks the 4th wall
i didnt edit for shit smd
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Eventually the three of you had reached the elevator of Suguru’s studio that led down to the main lobby. The elevator doors had closed, and your arrangement of positions left you standing in between Geto and Gojo. Their expensive colognes were radiating off of them and making home into your senses. You blink around, avoiding any accidental eye contact.
The elevator halted a couple floors down, there was at least four more before you would reach the lobby. The doors opened, revealing an all too familiar dark haired man with a scar on his nose. He made eye contact with you, a soft smile contrasting the rest of his features. You smiled back, which didn’t go unnoticed by the two men at your sides.
“Y/N,” the man spoke out while getting into the elevator. “Hi, Cho!” you replied with bubbles in your tone. Gojo held back a scoff, Geto set the eyebrow he raised back down before it could get up.
what a downgrade - geto
how come he gets an exclamation point?- gojo
“How are you, what are you doing here?” Choso mumbled out, unaware of your connection to the other two.
“I’m good. I’m actua-” before you could finish, Gojo cut you off.
“She’s actually here on an internship, with us”
Choso finally paid mind to the other occupants, “Oh, Geto and Gojo, my apologies. I hope I didn’t bother you too much Y/N.” The slight wind of embarrassment over his face squeezed your heart.
“oh, no! not at all.” You frantically responded, however the elevator had reached Choso’s stop, which was still two floors above yours. curse this big building
Choso waved goodbye and exited the elevator, once again leaving you isolated with Geto and Gojo.
Gojo hummed, yet this time it was Geto who spoke up. “You, know him??”
You nodded in response, a slight pout playing at your lips at the cut off interaction with him. “He’s my neighbor, kinda. He lives a floor down from me.”
Gojo could only think of stopping his eye from twitching. “Really? I don’t remember him being there.” He grimaced out.
“Yeah, I moved??” you responded, eyebrow raised in confusion.
The doors opened and you all walked out, this didn’t stop Gojo from carrying on the conversation though. “What? When?” The white-haired man was appalled, bewildered if you will.
“Quite a while ago, actually. You didn’t know?” What was all this fuss about?
Gojo let out a dry chuckle, “How would I, since someone blocked me on everything to exist, even though we agreed that we were on good terms.” His voice raised a pitched at the end, noting his sarcasm.
Ah, you’ve been caught red handed. Your mouth dropped into a small circle. Your faced burned and tensed up at the acknowledgment. “Um, my bad?” a sheepish grin played on your mouth in attempt to cover and brush it off. The two watched you like a pair of hawks while you unblocked him. Gojo had calmed down, and even felt bad a bit. Yet he wouldn’t show that, yet.
Geto cleared his throat, “Is there a particular reason why?”
“fifteen hundred per month gets hard to handle, especially as a student who get’s bombed with the news their roommate’s dipping asap.” You sent a well-deserved glare to Gojo, who looked away. Geto had a wave of shock on his face, he hadn’t heard that part yet.
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By now, you’ve reached your food destination. Which happened to be the restaurant you’ve been eyeing every since you’ve moved into the area, yet the place was way out of your tax bracket. You stood there for a second, awing at the building unsure of what you were doing there. You remember telling a whole tale of this restaurant to Gojo, back when you were both broke.
Unsure, you glanced around at Geto and Gojo. In response, Gojo had only lightly held the tips of your fingers and guided you through the entrance, mumbling a small “let’s go”. Your heart grew frantic, he shouldn’t be doing that. Matter of fact, why was he doing that?
Before your thoughts could weight you back outside the door, Geto’s hand had feathered itself along the small of your back, ushering you forward. Savory scents of tteokbokki, fancy ramen, and kimchi flooded your senses. The aura and promising food of the restaurant wafted away any of your worries.
The waitress had ushered the three of you into a secluded area of the place, with a warm overhead lamp lighting the area. The mood was down to earth, yet intimate. You glanced back at Gojo and Geto, large figures accentuated with luxurious clothing that made them stand out like sore thumbs. You hardly suppressed a giggle. The two slid into the two seats set in front of you, across the table. This arrangement made you feel both their gazes, setting you as the center of attention now.
