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i don'T WANNA STUDY TUBERCLES ANYMORE I WANNA WRITE

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the way i should actually be studying and yet now i'm thinkin abt Them

♥ & ♥ for you know who

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Shoko

If we kissed? [x] Quickie. [x] Tongue. [x] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [x] Long and meaningful. [x] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [x] You remember last time? [] Awkward… [] Lol no.

Would I go out with you? [x] Yes, definitely. [] No. [] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [] I don’t know.

If we took a picture together, we’d be… [x] Hugging each other. [x] Just chilling. [x] Holding hands. [x] Kissing. [x] Acting dumb. [x?????] Normal picture. [x] You holding me from behind. (and reversed)

You are… [x] Cute/Pretty. [x] Good looking. [x] Sexy. [x] All of the above

You + me + room = … [x] Movies. [x] Cuddling. [x] Hanging out. [x] Kissing. [x] Playing games. [x] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in.

You should… [x] Hit me up. [x] Be mine. [x] Marry me. [x] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [x] be studying (AHAHAHA)

If we got married, I’d… [] Divorce you. [x] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [x] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [x] Be faithful. [] Kill you in your sleep [] We wouldn’t

Sukuna

If we kissed? [x] Quickie. [x] Tongue. [x] Softly bite your lip. [] We wouldn’t. [x] Long and meaningful. [x] Let’s hit up the bedroom. [x] You remember last time? [] Awkward… [] Lol no.

Would I go out with you? [x] Yes, definitely. [] No. [] I want to, but it wouldn’t work. [] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family. [] You’re cute, but probably not. [] Just simply not my type. [] If I knew you better. [] Already did. [] I don’t know.

If we took a picture together, we’d be… [x] Hugging each other. [x] Just chilling. [x] Holding hands. [x] Kissing. [x] Acting dumb. [x?????] Normal picture. [x] You holding me from behind. (and reversed)

You are… [x] Cute/Pretty. [x] Good looking. [x] Sexy. [x] All of the above

You + me + room = … [x] Movies. [x] Cuddling. [x] Hanging out. [x] Kissing. [x] Playing games. [x] Everything. [] Wouldn’t let you in.

You should… [x] Hit me up. [x] Be mine. [x] Marry me. [x] Reblog this so I can send you a heart. [x] be studying (also gojo @ sukuna in the new au-)

If we got married, I’d… [] Divorce you. [] Make kids. [] Take your money and bounce. [x] Smash every day. [] I would cheat on you. [x] Be faithful.

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Folie à Deux (curse users AU fanbook)

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Are you guys okay with me being completely insane

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took my partner to the er this morning before sunrise and now i'm back home thinking about mulder and scully. life comes at you fast. sleep sweet & happy munday👽

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[ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender pins the receiver against the floor out of sheer rage. ( yakuzaaaa sukunananan, but choso is doing the pinning. free reign for you bb )

      𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍. he only pressed harder when rejected, maintaining positions and favoring being the one in control. audacious bastard, assuming they would part ways and forget this ever happened. held captive for weeks, chained up like some 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 riddled mutt … used then discarded. it was the silence that shattered him, that refusal to confess any wrongdoing. kamo wants to rip his dick off. remove limbs and sew them back on just to start over again. there was movement beneath him, rousing mind from whirling around the possibilities. the subdued is rolling his hips, rutting against both him and a lavish rug ruined by their dried mingled blood.

      intrusive thoughts are urging him to strike again. alas his knuckles are already raw and tarnished. a scoff elevates from his chest, nearly reveling with laughter but stifling it back down in favor of something far more lenient. lips are curving, amusement shown and flaunted as his own arousal pushing at the firm curve of this man’s ass. so well defined, it’s a 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄 the owner of such qualities is nigh unbearable. fingertips glide under the flared hem of his button down, silently admiring soft fabric and trailing up his spinal column. ❝  you’re like a bitch in heat.     ❞ mockery, sore nerves. he wouldn’t soon forget how they came to be in this situation, no doubt their bodies are running solely on adrenaline. it was ironic, seeing him beg without words. actions never lied, but where amusement bloomed so did resentment. ❝  fucker.     ❞

      rough hand sought his pretty, rather feminine tresses. slamming the man’s head against floorboards. then again for good measure, a means to disarm him and fluster concentration. gather his wrists, tie them with his own belt. and so kamo did, opposing body flipped onto its stomach so limbs could be restrained behind one’s back. ❝  don't move, you'll only make it worse.    ❞ sukuna didn't always carry his gun, but this time was different. as though using it to deter backlash when he was eventually released, and that would have worked had the 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘 been off to begin with. @koseigu

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⁽ @koseigu ⁾ ― ： 𝑰𝑵𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 + bonus sukuna

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⁽ @koseigu ⁾ ― ： 𝑰𝑵𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑.

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these little moments, share and share alike, mattered to sukuna more than he could possibly express—i mean, he will express it. they're in college now, not fucking killing themselves fighting someone else's stupid war on someone else's terms, he's going to be a writer. a scholar. he'll tell gojo every day, in every possible way he can.

right now he's just...his boyfriend is rolling over, more facing him than not, and he's saying i love you so sweetly that it makes his stomach knot up and heat bubble in his chest. he's more of a blanket than the actual bedclothes are, but now he hitches a leg over gojo's side and pressing his ass against his hips while his spine stays twisted enough to kiss him properly.

in a minute. he's just gotta do this first.

"such a sap," tut-tut-tut, rubbing his nose into pale skin, a few more barely-there kisses. "i love you too. gonna miss your show if you keep being so romantic."

The kiss seems to linger long after it's left, like a phantom touch imprinted on the skin of his palm. And then another kiss is pressed to the back of his head, softer than a whisper. The sensation travels with a warmth that blooms and spreads slowly through Satoru's chest. He’s supposed to be paying attention to the episode but the affection is all that he’s thinking about. Heat rises to his cheeks and the hand resting on Sukuna's forearm instinctively tightens as he turns inward, curling more firmly into the comfort of his body.

He doesn't declare his love aloud often—it isn't something he needs to because his actions have always spoken for him. But something about this moment, the closeness, the way the kisses have silently unraveled him, urges him to say…

“ I love you. ”

The words come out tender, unassuming, yet powerful.

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triage works like this.

white: no attention needed. no illness, no injury, no problem that warrants any attention, let alone immediate attention. green: nothing life-threatening. bumps and bruises, maybe. certainly something to look it, once everyone else has been taken care of. yellow: immediate attention required. get them up, out, before things become fatal. red: life threatening. sometimes they're not even the highest priority, if the injuries are bad enough. save the ones that can definitely be saved while you can save them. black: the lowest priority. nothing can be done about a dead body.

despite shoko's significantly less-than front line experience, she knows intimately that the color-tag system and jujutsu sorcery don't really mix. there isn't time, there's never time, and that's only if she's lucky enough to physically be there when shit goes sideways.

usually the sorcerers (or the pieces of sorcerers) are brought to her. frequently, these days, it's too late.

it was tool late for kento. almost too late for yu.

even then, it's not like he walked away with a band-aid and a lollipop.

his question, like his movement, gives her pause. tired brown eyes examine him from head to toe, looking for something immediately identifiable as being wrong. when there's nothing she can use to change the topic of conversation, she exhales a little.

"...i don't think i'm the right person to ask."

@koseigu // maybe haibara shoulda slept a little longer--

"shoko?" yu speaks before he can think better of it, legs hanging over the edge of the medical cot. everything feels heavy - limbs, spine, head, that space behind his ribs, a lump in his throat- things he can't just chalk up to the burden of recovery- the slow path to regaining muscle and mobility. he'd done his level best to keep a brave face, he really had- left the crying and all the mess for when he was alone and couldn't be attended.

well. except for when they told him that nanami, that kento, had--

he flinches away from memories of a raw throat and a scream that didn't sound like his own.

it's just hard. he feels small. hard not to when it feels like his side's missing, phantom pains where another presence ought to be. "do you think i should keep being a sorcerer, if i manage to recover enough for it?"

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Sukuna/PyramidHead

Last one for that trend 🤗

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Matthew Lillard in Animal Room, 1995

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sukuna briefly looks up at the ceiling, considering what it might be like to be crushed for being so obviously besotted over completely innocuous excitement (even if it is coming from gojo). if he'd cared about how people thought about him, he might be nervous it would damage public opinion of him to be so hopelessly wrapped around someone like this—not even in the physical sense.

he really likes the physical contact too, though.

after a moment he presses a soft kiss against his palm and another to the back of his head, into snowy white hair.

"m'good. keep talking."

This is nothing compared to Gojo’s reserved and laid-back nature. When he is really into something, he becomes the opposite—joyous and energetic. And Digimon is his weakness so to speak. One way to get his full attention is just by mentioning it.

His arm is resting on top of Sukuna’s, almost hugging it to himself for extra coziness. He’s attentive, enough to both watch the show and listen to Sukuna’s responses. There’s something about the way the replies are carried out and that puzzles him for a moment. Satoru doesn’t pause the episode but tilts his head back a little; vivid blue is peering at Sukuna.

He lifts a hand to gently caress his cheek as a way to check on him.

“ Yeah but—You okay? ”

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Sukuna on Volume 29