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gravesung · 2 months ago
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i'm feeling so normal about geto tonight
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gravesung · 2 months ago
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@chaoslulled
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Quick doodles before I evaporate.
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grxndprix · 1 year ago
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𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 — 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 & 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝘵𝘸 — 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯 (𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩), 𝘴/𝘢, 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘥𝘬, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭
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A fresh new start always felt like bull.
It was like fate itself holding her life on puppet strings. Moving her like a numb pawn in a chess game. Everything felt calculated for everything except her. She just had to wait for things to go her way every once in a while, before it fell apart again.
Right now, it was going fairly mundanely. Nothing interesting or even mildly negative had happened in a while, though nothing had either. She had already been living alone for quite some time. Moved out of her parents’ house as soon as possible and invested in a house of her own for the sole reason of hating apartments. Too rickety, and she would feel safer in a smaller, single house than with broken windows or whatever else.
[name] ran a ringed hand through her hair, huffing out a breath as she hauled her cross-body bag over her shoulder. The job down at the local cafe awaited straight ahead, and despite her fears, she wasn’t a child anymore, she could do this. 
Morning pink and white skies, highlighted with gold clouds had her taking in the fresh air. In fact, it wasn’t until she picked her walking pace up again, stepping toward the cafe doors, that the slightest bit of dread began to pool in her stomach.
A sigh, and [name] reached for the handle as she made her way inside. Her eyes wandered, trailing along the gold embellishments among the otherwise green, brown, and orange-ish tints around her. She lumbered on her way to the back of the building, swiftly tugging her uniform on and starting to take orders from her position as cashier.
Customers piling in couldn’t deny the coziness, some of them staying for quite some time. [name] herself enjoyed every second spent on the job and could never imagine quitting. Or— At least… Those were her premonitions for now. It was a steady source of income while living alone, the atmosphere was nice, the people were nice, it wasn’t—
The doors opened just as the clock chimed at 3 o’clock. 
Not even a divine mercy could save such a tragedy. In waltzed two figures, tall in stature and a bit intimidating with their builds. [name] gulped for a second, feeling the cozy air around her start to dissipate. Despite recognizing them as regulars, the girl was unsettled. They always came in and just… observed her every move. She averted her gaze for the sake of her own well-being, lips pursing and unpursing. The feeling of her lip gloss brought back some sense, and she snapped out of her stupor.
In the short time she’d looked at them, she noticed they looked pretty identical to the last time. Cold white hair, blue eyes that held the world in their irises, black uniform — He was the one whose gaze raked along her entire figure, always whispering obscene things to his friend. Of course, said friend had raven hair, long locks that swayed with each step. They were tied up into a bun, and his matching eyes always remained locked on her face, barely wavering. His irises held nothing but sorrow, the weight of the universe—
‘Don’t judge people by their looks,’ She reminded herself. It’s rude to do so, even in this case… Her eyes flicked back to the pair, and she physically had to hold herself back from flinching. Both of their gazes were locked right onto her, one sporting a small smirk, and the other smiling softly. 
The man smirking ran a hand through his snowy white hair, whistling lowly and leaning over to whisper something in his presumed friend’s ear. The smiling man whispered something as well, raven locks swaying in the small breeze. She wouldn’t have cared about any of this had their stares not been piercing into her. Something felt off, something really felt off— What was once just invasive had turned predatory. At least before, it didn’t feel like this.
The first time the pair had come into the cafe, they took a seat and seemed to talk casually for a bit. They weren’t ordering anything, but just to be sure, [name] had made her way over and asked them if they wanted to try anything off the menu. She tried and failed to conceal her wince when their eyes snapped up to meet hers. 
That was the first time she’d experienced true intimidation. Satan regarded the two of them with a shiver, and she felt her hand tremble at her side. As if they had gotten what they wanted, the pair smiled, but the notion didn’t reach their eyes. 
Neither one of them spoke a word for a moment, until—
“Just coffee, thanks.” The ravenette had a gentle voice, countering his intimidating stature. She nodded, a strained ‘Of course!’ falling from her lips before she walked back to her place at the counter. Still, she felt their burning stares pierce through her back. 
Fate held a scissor to the string.
She tried to mind her own business. She really did. Returning to brewing some coffee for the person in line, sliding it across the table, and giving them a smile. Her lips could barely form the words, “Have a good day,” before she cut herself off, eyes widening. The coffee she had handed them knocked out of their grasp, laying spilled on the floor. 
[name] gasped quietly, eyes darting back up to meet black and blue hues. She froze a second, suddenly realizing that while she’d been on autopilot, spacing out— The rest of the cafe had gone empty. Beginning to yell at the pair, the customer the coffee had been for looked beyond pissed. They opened their mouth to continue screaming at the white-haired man, but—
A swift flick of his fingers, and the customer went flying across the room, seemingly gaining momentum as they crashed against the wall and hit their head hard enough to knock out. A sickening crack echoed throughout the room, allowing [name] to freeze completely. Her face paled in horror at the sight, a horrifying entity forming right behind the customer. They didn’t get the chance to fight, head effectively bitten clean off their body. 
Blood poured forth from the stump like that of the Lord, body falling limp. The crimson color had splattered all over the walls and floor, a horrifying canvas of the spiral to hell, to purgatory— 
Muted noiret hair cascaded over his shoulder as the man knelt on one knee in front of the body. He seemed to observe the way a few ants had already begun crawling out of the small hole in the wall, breaths quiet. Then, he cracked a smile. “‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?’… May your god have mercy on your soul, low-life.”
With that, the entity swallowed the rest of the customer up whole.
It was quiet for a second. A clock ticked in the background, but she swore it almost felt like the seconds had slowed down. [name]’s mind was running wild with the visual and implied information dumped onto her. ‘What was that entity? Why did they kill the customer? What were they gonna do to her? Was this it? Were they going to kill her too?’
Despite the icy look he sent the corpse, the white-haired man huffed out a snicker. “C’mon, Suguru, don’t be like that.” He dragged the last word out, cracking his knuckles in front of him. His sapphire eyes took their time in studying every reaction [name] had to offer. From her shivers to her darting eyes — He consumed it all.
The ravenette chuckled too, lightheartedly smacking the other on the back. “How else should I be, Satoru?”
That seemed to snap her out of her state. The girl tried to scream, all blood leaving her face, but all she could form was a weak whimper. Her hands clutched at her uniform in an effort to ground herself, trying to sprint for the back. There were about 15 steps between herself and the door. She only made 3. 
A hand clasped around her wrist, tugging her backward and into a chest. “Trying to leave so soon? Oh c’mon now, princess,” Satoru’s hand trailed down to her waist, lips brushing against her earlobe and greedily drinking up the shivers he got in return. “We haven’t even started yet.”
Suguru made his way to her front, one hand in his pocket while the other grabbed her cheeks to make sure she looked right into those pools of tar. He smiled softly, a stark contrast to Satoru’s smug grin as his lips nipped at her neck. Suguru took in every little detail of her face, including the blood from the customer’s splatter. The pores, the imperfections, the perfections— He couldn’t get enough. 
“You’re a beautiful thing, y’know that?” He muttered, as if it was a secret only between the two of them. Something that no one else should ever know about. She tried to form a remark, anything to tell them off— But all it sounded like to them was a puppy’s whines.
His lips came crashing onto hers with a passion that rivaled Hades as he pursued Persephone. [name] tried desperately to push them off, using every bit of the strength she had— Yet as they backed her into the backroom, she knew it was all in vain. The realization didn’t stop her though, lips finally pushing past their rest and yelling for them to stop, almost sure it might draw the attention of someone outside. Before they closed the door, she saw that it had begun to pour rain, loud enough to completely mask any and all of her noises.
Satoru was the one that pushed her down onto the counter, Suguru immediately beginning to pull her oversized shirt off. The white haired man ran a hand through his strands at the sight, a hissed “Fuck,…” pulling through his throat. The ravenette saw how [name] tried to cover herself again, face pink, and immediately pinned her wrists above her head.
“Shh… It’s— It’s okay, we’ll take care of you, right, ‘Toru?” His voice was tight, like he was refraining from saying something, doing something— She tried to tug her wrists away from his hold, yelling for help, telling them to stop, just about anything that could just end the moment here and now. 
A chuckle, and Satoru leaned over her body, face mere centimeters from hers. His lips practically brushed hers as those damned jewel-like orbs devoured her own. 
“Yeah, we’ll treat ya real good, princess.”
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𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳-𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘶𝘵 ☆
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3dfeels · 7 months ago
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geto as buddha for curses redraw from chapter 70 of jjk
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niinnyu · 1 year ago
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(Oct 2022) A dance to mock.
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I liked this version too so here.
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epickiya722 · 5 months ago
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I know we're all about the betta fish, but... I think about how Yaga really choose to make a Cursed Corpse PANDA.
An black and white animal.
Black and white... Geto and Gojo... two of Yaga's students...
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phontao · 1 year ago
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HEARD YOU / SAW YOU / FELT YOU / GAVE YOU
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muqings-tears · 1 month ago
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Today's offering: Matching satosugu
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choking-on-ice · 5 months ago
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Biblically Accurate Gojo
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I saw a cunty pope themed photoshoot and immediately thought of my fave lil blue eyed psuedo-god
this...will not be the last of "pope Gojo" bc I'm wildly obsessed with this
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majikuriboh · 4 months ago
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How did Kenjaku get to Suguru's body in the first.
this is something that I have been thinking about since Kenjaku's reveal. In jjk 0 Satoru kills Suguru (it happened off screen) and we never saw Suguru's corps so.. where did it go?
In episode 9 Kenjaku mentioned that Shoko did not handle the disposal of Geto Suguru's body.
Where did Satoru put Suguru's corps? because there's no way he left it there in jujutsu tech backyard (I guess that's what its called) I just assumed that Jujutsu tech have a morgue and Satoru kept Suguru's corps in there.
because where else would he put a corps? and I don't think Satoru buried Suguru or made a grave for him.
and then how did Kenjaku know the location of Suguru's corps, and was Kenjaku possessing someone? or were they in their brain form?
This is actually has been bugging me a lot because somethings don't make sense.
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gravesung · 2 months ago
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by the way. i just need all of you to see this rendition of sugu's thirst trap from this stsg fic because i havent been able to stop thinking about it for the last two days
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prettydykey · 3 months ago
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black-salt-cage · 6 months ago
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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚
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oughhhhh . everything just fell into place
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yvqip · 10 months ago
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Would it seem weird to say Jesus and Gojo had some parallels😭
Like how a lot of christians see him as their connection to God, divinity, heaven- gojo was to jujutsu society the closest thing to a god they could ever have, he was ‘the strongest’ and given the duty of being their ‘savior’ in a sense like how Jesus died for everyone on the cross to erase them of their sins even though it wasn’t his will but God’s because he was pure. I know this doesn’t go for ALL Christians, maybe not even most but it’s simply from my experience- I feel as if people forget he’s human sometimes because of his connection to god and him being their savior and all- I see a lot of Christians idolize him as if he was perfect and yes, in the eyes of God he was but only because he never sinned, in every other aspect he was human and suffered like we did but was sacrificed for the sake of everyone else. Similarly to how Gojo’s youth and ability to be a child and grow normally was robbed from him the moment he was born as the clan heir (eventually clan head), the ‘strongest’, the ‘peak of jujutsu society’ (you get it) and was often used as a sort of.. scapegoat? Or shield? For lack of a better word.. if it was something like killing a disaster level curse or standing up against the higher ups for sending kids to their deaths or just doing a difficult or near impossible task it would be put up to him bc hes SATORU GOJO and ofc he can but they never realize the INSANE amount of pressure that is. Yes he is Satoru Gojo, The Strongest, but he’s also human and he has suffered immensely just for the sake of others due to his power or ‘divinity’ as some see it and Jesus before he was the Lord and Savior, the Son of God- he was Mary’s and Joseph’s son, a dear friend, and a leader. It makes me remember how that one quote “Do you think Jesus, the son of a carpenter, smelled the wood of the cross and briefly thought of home?” Is so similar to how before Satoru’s final moments the only thing he could think of was how badly he wished Suguru was there too, and maybe in his dying breaths as the snow scattered around him, he was brought back to the winters before when he had Suguru and the one in which he lost Suguru completely.
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braveryhearted · 6 months ago
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Little PSA with my Suguru Geto.
I'm making him canon divergent. And not just for canon reasons ( as he is counted as deceased while an ancient sorcerer used to possess his body through brain transplantation ) but for my own too.
I'll have it fleshed out but he's basically a Suguru that never tried to capture the curse known as Rika. Instead, he's more of a 'in the shadows type', not really getting involved with anything too much. Mainly because of his insecurities of not being the strongest, etc.
But he's still scheming. Suguru is just being more smarter in his plans. He's biding his time. So yes, my Suguru is going to be very different as in the events of JJK 0 and beyond didn't happen to him. Making Geto take a completely different path than the one set upon him by his mangaka creator.
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