#“*weirdass noises*”

[yet-happy]

Yo dude!!!

Your cool :3

*RUNS BACK INTO THE ABYSS*

W-WAIT! SAY THAT AGAIN PLEASE I DIDN'T RECORD IT!! I LOVE COMPLIMENTS!! COME BACK!!!

[nokikissa]

Drove to my parents place to pick up this portable ac, had to drag it up two sets of stairs slowly one step at a time but it was absolutely worth it, finally some cool air in this fucking apartment 😩

[wr0ngwarp]

an attempted expression of feelings too large and colorful for my monochrome voice.

an overwhelming pressure buildup of fear and anger and joy and so, so much love for the world and the nature of art and self-expression

[denmark-street]

I think my car is dying

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

you get me

i need u guys to understand my vision

[mausinly]

Grrr cowboy!velikan thoughts, au belongs to @ghouljams, also big thanks to @reyesbignaturals for enabling me hehehe

I don't think he's exactly retired yet, more like laying low with a lot of other guys from Shadow Company. Maybe they did something just a little (not little) risky (they almost blew up all of Washington) and need to stay off the radar for a while. Since Lerch is canonically from Texas, I think it may have been his idea. He's got some of the shadows working as temporary hands while others are holed up on various plots of land in plain sight.

While Graves is busy riding bulls and being a usual showboat, I think Velikan is more dedicated to the laying low part of laying low. He's living on a small ranch, nothing more than maybe 5 acres. He's got a few horses and livestock, mainly chickens and goats because he wants things he can wrangle easily.

It takes some adjustment for him, the slow and somewhat repetitive life in a small town like this. He's so used to constantly being on the move, constantly being on guard. He didn't become the warden by half-assing his job.

But it's so quiet. He always drags himself down to the bars and rodeo arenas with the rest of the shadows, just for the white noise (and to bet on how quickly his CEO gets bucked). They must look like some kind of old western gang, all wearing black hats and bandanas over their mouths. At least there's still that familiarity. He hates to admit it, but he cares about these kids more than he wants to.

It's nice for a while, a little too nice. Laying low seems to drag out longer and longer, and he finds himself calling his little farm "home" more often than not. He starts to understand the suspicious amount of retired military here, this weirdass town has a way of luring you in and wiggling its way into your heart.

Apparently, a lot of the other shadows seem to agree because, one by one, they all begin to settle down with oddly charming and beautiful women. They start making jokes that there must be something in the water when Graves starts chasing around a pretty bronc rider.

He didn't take it all too seriously until he walked by a little stand in the market, selling jars of honey with you sitting comfortably behind the display. There's a frayed little straw hat sitting comfortably on your head and he can't help but wonder how it would look replaced by his own.

Hell, maybe there is something in the water...

[sharky857]

Gamer Bond

PREMISE: Long time no posting a fic in here. Yep, I wrote one, which can also be found on my AO3 (if you have an accounjt over there).

I may or may be not slightly Amir-starved since the mall has gone POOF until this coming winter, and I felt a mild mighty need to write a self-indulgent and cutesy ficcy.

Besides Ao3, you'll see it also by clicking/tapping "keep reading" in this very post. Enjoy~!

(Minor warning for explicit language -thanks, Damienne- and past bullying -thanks, Amir's brain-)

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Lately there had been a lot of visitors in that mall.

Like… A lot lot.

Seemingly, he couldn’t really care less. None of them had seemed like a threat this whole time and his other squad mates had been overall chill as well. Besides, most of them would hang out nearby the stage, dancing and vibing to the only, forever-looped, On-Lyne’s song.

But he too had spotted them nonetheless with the corner of his eye, while sprinting non-stop from an arcade game to another. Despite the overall semi-darkness, it had been quite hard to miss them, especially the glowier ones.

Some kept on showing up with their own “warframes”, as if they’d wanted to keep their real identity a secret or something, while others were there in person; sometimes it was only an adult, some other times a lone kid. And a few had been bold enough to show up in pairs.

Like these two young ladies.

For some reason, apparently so far only Eleanor knew of the real nature of these “visitors”, given how she would reassure them that their “secret” was safe with her.

However, these two seemed not fussed by being seen together. One was a scrawny kid with her mahogany hair side shaved except for some long, straight locks to each side of her face and some kind of ponytail to match, dressed mostly in a dark olive green. The other had only a different-looking outfit, but the colours were identical, as well as the hairstyle.

They too were clearly two faces of the same coin, like any other of those “visitors”, but they also didn’t give a crap about being seen together like that. If anyone had ever tried to inquire them, the pair could’ve merely said that they were “big sis” and “lil sis”, as they would often refer to themselves also when they were on their own.

= = = =

“Psh, isn’t that guy too old for games?”

Amir had barely heard the scoffing remark an imposing redhead had just whispered to the unknown black Gyre next to them.

The technician couldn’t help but have a quick flashback of his own childhood and some bullies.

Mocked for the bouncy legs and restless hands. Teased for being a weakling with little to no stamina. Taunted for being a geeky nerdy loser. Scoffed and scolded for making “weirdass and annoying noises”. Shouted at for seemingly not paying attention in class.

Enough!

Dear brain, don’t you fuckin’ dare to go there again! Different times. Past times. Gone times.

‘Sides, both those guys and those teachers were probably one with the Techrot by now, while he was still Amir Beckett and getting the jackpot of those neat superhuman powers, which also improved his own stamina greatly.

Haha! Who’s the geeky nerdy loser now?

With his own confidence restored and without losing his focus on the ongoing games, Amir was about to scoff right back at the pair standing on the entrance, when…

“Aren’t you too young to be judgemental grumps?”

A young woman with a hairstyle to match that of a young girl next to her asked nonchalantly as she stepped into the arcade room from another entrance.

“Ugh, you two must be real unfun at parties.” The shorter kid next to her crossed her arms. “Just… kindly piss off.”

The other duo stood agape for a brief second.

“… Watch your mouth, scrub. Unless-”

“Unless what, fuckwad?” Both “Damiennes” took a single step forwards, which made the others two instinctively take a step back.

“You really wanna go?” The shorter Damienne cracked her knuckles with a feral grin. “I’ve heard that Uncle Teshin’s place is lovely to visit this time of the day.” She added, referring to the “Conclave”, where all Tenno could spar with their own peers.

The redhead was about to snap right back, when a small nudge from the black Gyre caught their attention.

The warframe brought a bent hand midway between her own collarbone and the throat, then moved it back and forth a couple times while slightly shaking her head.

Just forget about them.

The dickhead only cast one last glare at the other duo. And then, without saying another word, they stormed away with the warframe silently following suit.

“Yeah, go back to the nursing home, asshat.” Damienne scoffed, before getting a nudge from her own Drifter.

“Now don’t push it, lil sis.” The older counterpart hummed, albeit with an amused smirk.

“Ungh! This violent video game is… influencing my emotions! Societal norms… eroding! Morality… subsumed! I. MUST. KILL!”

Amir’s small ramble brought the attention of the two back inside the arcade room.

There was quite an amount of arcade machines in there, most of them functional, but two in particular seemed to be so very good to cause the technician to constantly dash back and forth between them.

Amir had figured a way to get his clues for when to go from a game to another.

Whenever he would hear his character taking damage in the fighting game, the technician would send the ball as high as possible inside the pinball and then instantly dart to deliver as many blows as he could to the AI-controlled opponent on the other arcade game, all while keeping an eye -or better: an ear- at the sounds coming from the pinball machine itself. And when he would hear the small ball hitting some specific bouncers on the pinball machine, Amir would perform a combo that could leave the opponent momentarily stunned, and then immediately dash back to the pinball.

And of course, usually all this would also require all of his focus.

“Ohh… He really needs to teach me how to multitask like this!” Damienne remarked, observing the other in action.

Not getting a response from her older counterpart, the Tenno looked around, only to find “big sis” standing in front of the free pinball machine, silently staring at it. Had she been a Kavat, her pupils would’ve been fully dilated too.

The whimsical music… The mechanical sounds… The way those smooth and big buttons felt under her gloved fingertips… The clicking noises of the flippers in motion… The light show…

Something had definitely clicked inside older Damienne’s head, something real good that had just tickled her inner gamer soul just right.

That was gonna be a blast and a half to try out!

There was only one, small catch: apparently, the machine wanted to feed off some “coin”. Which neither Damienne nor Damienne had any, for obvious reasons.

“Uhm…” The Drifter turned to Amir, trying to talk fast before he would zoom once again to the fighting game. “Is there any way to fire this baby up in an alternative way, besides coins?”

As expected, first Amir zoomed to the fighting game, dashing back to his pinball machine a moment later; without breaking eye contact with said machine, he swiftly released a tiny blue spark right into the crack that would usually accept coins.

That second pinball machine immediately stirred to life, and a small, metal ball was released on the launching ramp, ready to be, in fact, launched.

“There you go, sister.” He hummed. “A little zap, and... infinite credit! No more insert coin!” The other explained with a mischievous grin, before pondering something.

“Not that we could insert coin. We have no coin.” He added. “Once we had coin, but now Aoi has smooshed all the coin.”

“Coinnnn.” Amir muttered to himself as he dashed yet again to the other game.

Damienne nodded her acknowledgement, not fazed in the slightest by what others would’ve described as “a weird quirk”.

Both herself and her younger counterpart -who had silently taken a note to bring “Zappy” along as well, next time- were already quite used to all sort of “peculiar habits” from their friends and acquaintances.

“Thanks, Amir. I owe you one.” The older Damienne smiled warmly.

“No biggie.” The other answered the moment he sprinted back to his own pinball machine.

There was only a brief pause where he zoomed to the fighting game and back, then he added: “How d’you know my name, anyway?”

“A lil’ lady snitched on you.” Damienne jokingly referred to Aoi, as her own Drifter -after getting more accustomed to all buttons and levers of the pinball machine- started her own game, unable to wait any longer.

As if to confirm the words of the younger Tenno, the familiar voice of Aoi reminding Amir “to hydrate” echoed all the way from the long gone music store.

“Oh… Aight.” The technician nodded as he dashed from a game back to another for the who-was-even-counting time.

“Hmh, I noticed she says so a fuck-a-ton lot of times.” Damienne hummed. “You… did remember to hydrate, right?” She took a small step forwards as she leaned slightly towards the technician, while being careful not to stand in the way of his zoomies. “Riiiight?”

“I… can’t really recall right now.” Amir replied with a hint of awkwardness.

“Bruh, how long have you even been in here?” The older Damienne inquired, barely moving her gaze from the colourful lights.

“Uhhh…”

No, he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he’d been in there for literal hours. Amir honestly had not the slightest clue how long he had been (hyper)focusing on those games.

“Good question.”

“Well… No matter. Damienne to the rescue!” The Tenno mimicked a superhero pose, then trotted to a corner of the arcade room, where she had spotted a couple of vending machines.

“Ahh… I haven’t fixed those yet!” The technician warned the kiddo.

He didn’t need to divert his gaze from his games to know what the other was intended to do, as those vending machines were the closest source of “hydration”.

“Oh, no need to wait for a fix.” The other hummed back.

“Hold up! You… fixed everything in here?” The Drifter counterpart asked as she stared at the ball bouncing between a bouncer and another. “Must’ve taken you forever!”

“Eh, not really.” Now from the fighting game, Amir shrugged lightly. “It’s all basic wiring, nothing too fancy. Even a rookie electrician could’ve done the job, if we had any around. Maybe the biggest challenge have been those speakers near the stage. Wasn’t really as easy navigating through all that techrot over there.” He went on as he dashed back to the pinball, then grinned as he kept his gaze firmly on the ball. “But hey, I did it! Although now we’re kinda forever stuck with that literal brainrot of a song. But I don’t really mind it, Aoi seems to enjoy it, and the others seem to just ignore it.”

“It-it-it~…” The technician chanted under his breath for a brief moment.

“Dunno if I can say the same for Quincy, though.” He then resumed like nothing happened. “His little target practice corner is right next to that stage… Still low-key waiting for the day he’ll snap for good and use the speakers as alternative targets.”

Amir’s small rambling was momentarily covered by the noise of a couple of hard kicks against the side of one of the vending machines, followed suit by the unmistakable noise of soda cans hitting the floor.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” The younger Damienne hummed as she picked the cans up and trotted back to the pinball games.

Seizing the opportunity of her own ball bouncing close to the upper side of the pinball, for a brief second “big sis” Damienne simply stared at her in a quizzical manner: why didn’t “lil sis” just make use of “that Void fuckery beam”?

The answer came to the Drifter shortly after: Damienne had just wanted to grab a few cans, not to blow a vending machine sky high.

“Hmmm…” The Tenno hummed pensively, staring at the cans in her arms.

“What’s the matter?” Her Drifter inquired, resuming her game.

“Hmmmmm…” The other hummed again, until it hit her. “Ah, I knew something’s still missing!” Damienne eventually replied, then left the cans neatly on the edge of the Drifter’s pinball machine and darted outside the arcade room, while shouting “I’ll be right back!”

= = = =

Straws. That’s what was still missing. Straws to drink from the cans while keeping on gaming non-stop.

It wasn’t just any straw; “lil sis” had rushed to the Pizza Byte place and grabbed a handful of the silly-looking ones with intricate hoops.

No, the Tenno didn’t care about them looking silly.

…

Okay, she had picked them also because they were kinda cute.

But the main reason was practicality, as those were much longer than the regular straws she had first fished from behind that counter.

“Is there any flavour you may fancy, sir?” The younger Damienne held the cans of soda high enough for Amir to have a glance with the corner of his eye, while jokingly pretending to be some kind of waitress from a fancy restaurant.

“Grapes, please.” The other answered.

“I don’t like raspberry.” He then grumbled under his breath as he moved back to the fighting game. “Tried it once, and my whole body wanted to curl up in a miserable ball of pain and suffering.”

When the technician made his way back to the pinball, there was a grapes-flavoured soda can open and ready to be chugged. Silly yet practical straw included, of course, which “lil sis” had also made herself sure to match the colour to the scribbled grapes on the side.

“There you go, buddy. I now declare you out of the dehydration danger zone~”

Amir cracked a shy smile.

“Thank you.”

He then cast a very fleeting glance at the “big sis” right next to him, as her younger self opened a can of strawberry soda for her own Drifter -setting a “silly straw” in a pink colour in it-.

“And… thanks for earlier as well.” He murmured, referring to the way the two Damiennes had dealt with the other duo.

“No biggie.” The other hummed, returning his smile. “Some people just need to learn the concept of minding one’s own fuckin’ business.”

“Oh, definitely.” The other agreed.

A mild tugging recalled older Damienne’s attention, cutting the conversation short.

“Sooo… When is gonna be my turn?” The Tenno asked expectantly.

“When this big sis will lose this ball.” The Drifter answered after a brief pondering. Then smiled smugly “Which might take a while. I think I’m getting the hang of this baby.” She added teasingly.

With the corner of her eye, the Drifter caught a glimpse of a mischievous smirk on the other’s face.

“Don’t even think about it, or I’ll get back at you.”

“You know I won’t lose this easily~” The other hummed back.

“Hmmm? I don’t recall the Ludoplex has a pinball game installed.”

“The- what?” Amir asked.

“Ludoplex.” Both Drifter and Operator answered simultaneously.

“I got it a while ago from Simaris.” The latter then added. “It comes with a small handful of games. They aren’t much, but they’re good.”

“Though the Happy Zephyr one always makes me want to chunk the whole thingy straight into the Void…” The former grumbled.

“Yeahhh, that one is the bad shit.” The younger Damienne agreed. “But Wyrmius and Framefighters are the good shit. Especially Framefighters.”

Then she turned to Amir. “You know what? Next time we’ll visit, I will bring the Ludoplex!” The Tenno grinned. “If you like beating the shit outta a bunch of programmed bots,” Operator Damienne nodded briefly towards the fighting arcade game to underline her words, “you may definitely love beating the shit outta other players. Framefighters is fully PVP.”

“Is that an invitation to party?” The technician hummed with a small smirk as he dashed back from said fighting game to the pinball machine, mimicking the stereotypical manner of speech of some main character from a generic action movie.

“Yup!” Both Operator and Drifter answered simultaneously once again.

“Aight… Count me in, girls!”

[yeehawthethird]

Chase headcannons because I project onto him an unhealthy amount

Trans obviously if you don’t know that I think that you’re very new here

He will forget and wear a binder for like 16 hours straight because he hyperfocuses

Inherited Douglas’s fear of needles (he knows it irrational but like…)

Obnoxiously vocal stuns by clicking his tongue e his top teeth

Or he just chews on the inside of his mouth

Had big noise canceling headphones because bionic hearing

Listens to classical music (mostly holst the planets tbh) and weird techno shit

His flannel collection rivals an American eagle werehouse (half canon but like)

Has dermatillomania (skin picking disorder) and is like super self conscious about it, pretty much refuses to wear shorts because of scars on his legs

Checks out like 50 books at a time from the library

Is way too pissed about the burning of the library of Alexandra

Drinks exclusively like raspberry iced tea or some other weird shit like that (and only from like 2 brands too)

Will eat chickpeas out a can at 2 in the morning

Once corrected the tour guide at a museum and then got told like “no that isn’t true” only for him to be proved right like 10 minutes later

Is now well known at that museum because of it

Watches weird ass shows like Victorian farm

In every single weirdass nerd school club you could think of

Joined mock trial cause it let him argue with ppl

Joined model un becuase like this dude wants to be in politics OBVIOUSLY he’d join weirdass clubs like that

Fuzzy sock enthusiast (do not ask I just know)

Will yell at you if you eat KitKats the wrong way (kaz will do it just to annoy tf out of him lmao)

Stole Bree’s aquaphor once and cannot live without it lmao

That man wears glasses and you cannot tell me otherwise bionic vision be dammed (they’re blue light)

[noxlysium]

they really are parasites lol

i'm surprised this place is still going because it feels like it's going to collapse at any given moment (lighthearted/halfjoking???)

my oldass heater is fucking broken i guess ill sit here in my jacket now because the landlords truly do not give a shit about this old place

[strawberrisncreme]

Only A Minute in Gojo Satoru's Mind.

{Read HERE on AO3 ♥ I promise the formatting is way better bc idk how Tumblr works anymore}

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto Summary:

*SUMMARY CONTAINS S2 ANIME SPOILERS* His mind struggled to reconcile the impossible sight before him. What stood there…was somebody whom he killed last year, with his own hands …his best friend.

AN:

Hellooo this is my very first JJK fic+ my first fic in 5 months wahoo idk what tf I'm doing I just know that SatoSugu makes me sad and fills me with yearning so this is the result of that :))   Will maybe? be OOC?? I tried my best though ;; ((AKA: My interpretation of satosugus relationship and the memories that flowed through Gojo in the 1 (one) minute that Kenny needed before locking up Six-Eyes McGee))

"Prison Realm, Gate Open."

"Yo!"

"Satoru."

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stood frozen.

The all-too familiar voice sent a sharp chill down his spine.

Slowly, mechanically, his body twisted toward the presence behind him.

"Huh?"

The world seemed to blur momentarily, his usual impeccable vision reduced to mere hazy impressions. The ambient noises of the subway station became drowned out by his own roaring pulse resounding in his ears.

"Long time no see."

His mind struggled to reconcile the impossible sight before him.

What stood there…was somebody whom he killed last year, with his own hands

…his best friend.

A fake?

Some kind of transformation technique?

All possibilities are rejected by his six eyes.

No.

It’s really him!

The corners of his mouth twitched upward.

The motion came to him easily, familiar, instinctual.

The result of years of habit etched into his very soul.

And then it all came flowing into his brain.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Bangs.

That’s the first word that pops into Satoru Gojo’s mind as he took in the appearance of the youth before him. Appearance-wise he didn’t seem all that special, jet-black hair with those weirdass bangs that only covered the left side of his face. But well, he’d be hard-pressed to meet anyone as special as he is, being the pride of the Gojo clan and the first person in four hundred years to inherit both Limitless and the Six Eyes (not to brag but he’s totally bragging).

The boy in front of him seemed completely uninterested and unimpressed as he gave Satoru a quick once-over before offering what was CLEARLY a smile for the sake of only being polite.

“Satoru…Gojo, is it? Pleased to make your acquaintance, my name is Suguru Geto. Yaga mentioned that we’d be pairing up for a mission today…although he didn’t mention that you would be an hour late.”

Satoru felt his left eye twitch at the tone that the boy- what was his name again? Suguru?? Anyway, that Suguru used with him. Two can play at this game. “Am I late? I hardly noticed!” He drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I guess some of us actually have important things to be doing instead of sitting around all day.”

Was he being petty? Sure! Is it true that he is maybe a little late by an hour or so??  PERHAPS!! But who’s counting really? Besides, he’d be damned if he was going to waste his precious energy being all polite and shit to someone who came swinging at him from the very start. 

The apprehension between the two hung heavy in the air as they sized each other up. Suddenly, a tiny laugh rang through the empty classroom that Satoru belatedly recognized to be Suguru’s cut through the tense atmosphere. “Is that so?” Suguru hummed, tapping his fingers on the desk in front of him. “Well, we’d best get moving then so you can get back to your ‘important things’, don’t you agree? Gojo-kun? 

And if it weren’t for the fact that Satoru was so focused on the way his name rolled off Suguru’s tongue, then he might’ve found it in himself to actually come up with a snarky response. Instead, he opted to grumble a few complaints under his breath before turning on his heel. 

“Yeah yeah whatever, let’s just get this over with. Geto-kun. ”

————————————

Satoru gawked with open disgust as Suguru casually swallowed the small black orb that was once a rather disgusting looking spiky-wormy curse without batting an eye. “Blegh, gross. What do those things even taste like anyway?” Exorcising curses was bad enough, Satoru couldn’t even imagine having to eat them too. 

Suguru paused, “...Why do you care?”

“I don’t.” He shrugged, “Just trying to make some conversation, be friendly, blah blah blah-” Satoru’s monologue cut short as a huge tapeworm-thing pierced through the ground, lunging at him while filling the air with an annoying high-pitched SCREEEE .

“I’m sure it’s a difficult task for you, but let’s save the chit-chat for later! We’re in the middle of a mission here in case you forgot.”

“Haah? Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little danger, Geto-kun .” He taunted, easily dodging out of the way. “And here I thought that being able to use cursed spirit manipulation meant you were something like a Pokémon master…guess you’re just another weakling!” “Oh for the love of- JUST SHUT UP AND FIGHT ALREADY! ”

————————————

“Hey, you’re still alive right?” Satoru carefully nudged Suguru’s prone body with his foot, his tone half-joking but also kinda worried as he scanned over the still-bleeding scratches littered across the other’s face. “It’d be really embarrassing if you died in such a pathetic way, you know that right? At least try and hold out until we can get outside the veil Geto-kun! You know the only one who can use reversed curse technique is that girl right? What was her name again? Shaka? Soho? Whatever. Anyways, my point is that I’ll never let you live it down! Not to mention you owe me for getting you out of there in one piece after all, I expect you to at least get rid of a few more of those things-” “You talk too much.” Suguru interjected, groaning as he shifted around, carefully positioning himself upright. “Besides, don’t just casually pronounce me as dead.” He grumbled before flashing Satoru a bold, confident smile. “I have no intention of dying any time soon.”

His blatant courage stirred something inside of Satoru… inspiration? Meh, probably adrenaline. Whatever it was, it gave Satoru Gojo a sense of exhilaration. “ You know …now that I’m looking at you, you’re actually kinda cool.” Satoru grinned, cracking his knuckles in anticipation. “Alright! But just so you know, if you do die on me, then I’ll kill you.” Suguru laughed.

————————————

Shoko (righttt, that was her name!) brushed off her skirt as she stood, patting Suguru on the shoulder lightly. “All done~ good thing that you two have me in your year huh? Anywho, two packs of cigarettes will do as thanks Geto-kun! Since you seem the least likely to get carded after all~. ” “Thank you Ieiri-san…” Suguru smiled gratefully, “I’m in your debt.”

As Shoko floated out of the room, Satoru pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against, sauntering next to Suguru’s bed. “Speaking of debts…you also owe me. Remember?” He quipped, not that he actually needed anything when it came to money or material things. But if he was being honest with himself, there was something about Suguru Geto that piqued his curiosity. He wanted to know him better. 

“Ah…right.” Suguru looked at him cautiously, which, ouch. Did Satoru really seem that unapproachable? “...So? Name your price.”

Satoru paused, trying to make his tone seem nonchalant. “Got any cursed spirits in that collection of yours that can fly? Suguru . ”

A moment of silence passed between the two before Suguru burst out into laughter, the noise brightening the room and filling up a hollow in Satoru’s chest that he didn’t even know existed until then. “I do.” Suguru beamed. “Want a ride? Satoru .” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Three years of his youth. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The streets of Kawasaki buzzed with activity as waves upon waves of people crammed themselves into a small area for some type of festival. The tantalizing smell of food stalls wafted through the air, enticing passersby to indulge a little as stall-owners waved eagerly at customers to take a look.

The two Second-Years had just finished up a mission nearby, and decided to take a well-deserved break before heading back to Jujutsu High. Satoru stifled a yawn as he hovered behind Suguru whose attention was currently invested in a booth selling what claimed to be the ‘Best Hojicha Tea in all of Japan!’ which, sheesh , overconfident much? “ Suguruuuuuu. ” He groaned, purposefully turning off infinity to knock his head repeatedly into the other’s back which was actually really solid to his surprise considering how slim Suguru looked in his uniform. “Can we leave yet? I can feel my stomach slowly starting to digest itself! If I don’t feed it within the next 10 seconds I could die…and then who would be your best friend then, huh? And here I thought that you cared about me! Even Shoko wouldn’t be able to fix me if I were dead, you know that right? Suguru? Hey, Suguruu- ” 

“Is that so? Guess all that rumbling I heard was your stomach then Satoru . And here I thought it was a special grade curse making all that noise.” Suguru thanked the cashier before turning to face Satoru with his usual easy smile.

“It’s too hot here and you promised you’d treat me to ramen while we were in Kawasaki, yet here you are rambling on and on about tea leaves with some old geezer!” Satoru was aware that his voice was coming out more petulant than he would’ve liked but Suguru was used to his complaining at this point, BESIDES! He was hungry and tired of standing for so long. “Patience is a virtue, Satoru.” Suguru cooed, rubbing the back of Satoru’s neck comfortingly. “I’m almost done, I just need to find one more thing before we leave so hold out for a little while longer will you?” His voice was soft, which is extremely unfair because he knows how weak Satoru is to him when he talks like that.

“Fine.” He caved, “But I’m not following you. I’m gonna find some shade to rest under while you continue with your retail therapy.” Suguru chuckled, giving Satoru an amused look. "Suit yourself, Satoru. Just make sure you don't get into any trouble while I finish up here."

As Suguru weaved his way back through the lively crowd, Satoru found a shaded spot near a small fountain and decided to take a seat on its edge. He watched the people passing by, the vibrant atmosphere of the festival creating a pleasant backdrop. Despite his initial complaints, Satoru couldn't help but appreciate the energy surrounding him.

Just as he was about to drift off into a light doze, a presence in front of him caused his eyes to fly open. A mischievous smile played on Suguru's lips as he stood before Satoru, holding a pair of sunglasses. Even from a glance Satoru could tell that the silver frame was made from high-quality material, elegantly encircling each lens which upon careful inspection, had a bluish tint to them. 

"What do you think, Satoru? Found something interesting," Suguru said, holding the shades closer up for him to see.

Satoru raised an eyebrow, eyeing the mask with skepticism. "Don’t tell me you want to start wearing matching sunglasses? No offense but that just screams tacky Suguru."

Suguru chuckled. "Not exactly. I thought it would suit you. Didn’t you mention your current pair was starting to get scratched up? Come on, put it on. Consider it a souvenir and apology for making you wait so long."

Satoru hesitated for a moment, eyeing the sunglasses before finally relenting. "Well, if it's a gift from you, I suppose I can't refuse." He winked before taking the sunglasses from Suguru, appreciating the craftsmanship and the stylish design. As he put them on, he couldn't help but admit they felt surprisingly comfortable.

Suguru grinned, nodding in approval. "They look good on you, Satoru."

Satoru couldn't help the flush of heat that rose to his face, hoping the blush would be hidden beneath his new shades. "I guess I can forgive you for making me wait this time, Suguru. These are pretty cool." 

The two friends spent the rest of the day immersed in the festivities of Kawasaki, their laughter and banter echoing through the bustling streets. As the sun set and the vibrant lights of the festival illuminated the night, they found themselves at a ramen shop, finally fulfilling Satoru's earlier request. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Although it was just an instant… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The first snowfall of the year had blanketed Tokyo in a pristine coat of white. The city's bustling energy had quieted to a hushed serenity, and even the cursed spirits seemed to take a pause in their mischief. Amidst this winter wonderland, Suguru and Satoru found themselves unexpectedly united in a rare moment of peace.

On the outskirts of the city, where the snow lay undisturbed, the pair stood facing each other. The bitter cold nipped at the tips of their ears and their exposed noses. A mischievous glint sparkled in Satoru’s eyes as he glanced at the untouched snow around them.

"Hey Suguru… I challenge you to a snowball fight," Gojo declared with a playful grin.

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're on, Satoru. No Limitless allowed though, that’s just a natural cheat."

“Hah!” Satoru’s grin widened, “Not like it would make a difference! You’ll never land a hit on me.”

And so, the two powerful sorcerers began their impromptu snowball battle. The quiet landscape echoed with the sounds of laughter and the soft thuds of snowballs meeting their targets. Geto's precision and Gojo's speed made it a fierce competition, each trying to outmaneuver the other in the whirlwind of flying chunks of snow.

After a particularly intense exchange, they found themselves panting and covered in snow. A truce was silently declared as they sat side by side on a snow-covered bench, catching their breath. The quietness of the snowy landscape seemed to seep into their souls, the air was crisp and the only sounds were the soft whispers of the wind or the occasional rustle of a nearby tree branch weighed down by snow.

"Who would have thought that a snowball fight could be so... therapeutic?" Suguru remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Gojo chuckled, a rare genuine smile gracing his usually carefree expression. "Snow has a way of reminding us of simpler times, doesn't it? Before curses and duty were at the center of our lives."

Their conversation was interrupted by the distant chime of a nearby shrine bell, signaling the approach of the New Year. The significance of the moment lingered in the air, and they both felt the weight and the anticipation of the year to come.

"I suppose even you can be sentimental then," Geto mused, breaking the momentary silence.

Gojo nodded in agreement. "Maybe we should make this a tradition—annual snowball fights to remind us of the fleeting joy in life."

As they stood up from the bench, brushing off the snow, the cold no longer felt as biting. The untouched snow around them held the promise of a fresh start. The city lights in the distance twinkled like distant stars, and for that brief moment, there were no curses or obligations that held them back. They were simply Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo in a quiet, snow-covered corner of Tokyo.

“Let’s go home, Satoru.”

Hand in hand, they walked back towards the city, leaving behind them two pairs of footprints embedded in the snow. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

For Satoru Gojo... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The Star Plasma Vessel mission.

Riko Amanai’s Death.

Applause.

Applause.

Applause.

“You’re late, Suguru. No, I guess you got here fast. There are several Star Religious Group facilities in the city after all.”

Applause.

“Satoru? Is that you? What happened?”

                                                                                       A ppla  use.

“I see you already saw Shoko.”

                             App   la  use.

“Yeah, she healed me. I’m fine now. No, me being safe doesn’t help anything here.”

“I screwed up. You’re not at fault.”

“Let’s head back.”

Ap      p  au  s e.

“Suguru. Should we kill these guys? The way I feel right now...I doubt I’d feel anything about it.”

“No. There’s no point.”

“No point…huh. Does there really need to be any point to it?”

————————————

“Are you the strongest because you’re Satoru Gojo?”“Or are you Satoru Gojo because you’re the strongest?”

“What the hell are you trying to say?” “Listen to me!”

“If I were able to become you,”“This foolish ideal would become a lot more grounded and real.”“Don’t you think?”

“...” “Don’t think anything strange. Just please come over here!”

“I’ve decided how I’ll live my life.”“Now it’s just a matter of doing the best I can to achieve that.”

“...” “I’ll listen to you so please-”

“If you want to kill me, then kill me.”“There would be a point to that.”

"Say something!”

——————————————

“You’re late.” “Satoru.”

——————————

“Do you have any last words?”

————————

“No matter what anyone says”“I hate those monkeys.”

“But”

“I never held any hatred for those in Jujutsu High.”

“I just couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world.”

——————

“Suguru.”

“ █ ████ ███ ”

———

“Pfft-”

“At least curse me a little at the very end.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

One minute had passed a long time ago. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“So.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Suguru Geto!” “Don’t you remember me? How sad…”

“All the information provided by my Six Eyes is telling me you’re Suguru Geto.”

“But.”

“BOTH MY HEART AND MY SOUL KNOW OTHERWISE!”

"Gate Close."

[moonlitenchanteddream]

The weirdass dream I had

Last night, I had a weird dream.

In my dream, I was scrolling through Tumblr when I stumbled upon a post with a title that read something like "How to achieve the void state with orange noise"

Intrigued, I read it and I was like:

I have to try this shit!

Then I woke up.

I still remember the key points of the post which were:

Listen to the orange noise and focus on the emptiness of the sound

And then, affirm.

I searched on the internet about the orange noise and I found out that this was an actual thing????

I will do this orange noise thing today for sure.

This dream might be a sign from my subconscious mind or whatever, and I am grateul for that.

Anyways, that's it for today!

Ily always byeee

[murd3rh0rnet]

[Allen woke up to endless black, at first confused before he remembered where he was. He'd laid down to rest a while ago, and must've actually gone to sleep, because as he woke he felt his form be all... gooey, as it tended to be whenever he was completely unconscious. How long had he been asleep? It was impossible to keep track of time in the Black and White. But Allen, while still a bit unsettled about not knowing how much time has passed at any given moment, had experienced that exact problem in not one, but TWO worlds aside from this universe. His home universe, and that weirdass pocket dimension school thing. Of course, in THOSE places, at least he could know where things and people were in relation to him. Here, it felt as if whenever he talked to someone, it could sometimes be hard to tell if they were far away or right in front of him.]

[Ah, that reminded him: Kyle. Where WAS he? And that other entity..? It was the first time in this strange place outside of all places that, in the eerie quiet and dark in every direction, that Allen felt alone in the Black. When he'd got here, he'd found someone to talk to almost immediately, but now, he was all by himself.]

[With a sigh, Allen changed forms back into something more... palatable for a human to look at. His gooey form solidified into the "default" human form he usually took, though the process made some less-than-pleasant cracking and sloshing noises, which were even repulsive to Allen himself. But he had to do it, for if he WAS found-- especially if he was found by a human-- Allen didn't want to make himself look like a threat. Of course, based on the warnings he had been given, Allen got the feeling that he shouldn't want to be found at all, no matter how quiet and uneasy things got.]

[astronomodome]

For the hermit ask: 🌹 🪻 🌻 🌸

omg zits color flowers

🌸 which neighbourhood are you most excited for?

Cherry blossom mountain........ weirdass fishing cult salmon noise bell crack addict buttercup giggs megaboatem from hell. love them :heart:

🌻 which povs will you be watching the most this season?

All of them............................. but no yeah skizz zed scar bdubs mumbo grian.... others as needs must........ i dabble

🌹 for our shipping enthusiants, what’s your favourite ship in season 10?

Too early to say honestly but also impdubs is going to be insane this season I can tell. I can feel it in the earth. I can smell it in the air

🪻 what are some things you hope to see this season?

last night i was rewatching some of the king rentheking arc and i thought to myself if skizz were there it would have been entirely ungovernable. so yeah i want to see babys first server storyline i think he would slay

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

The streets were definitely on fire about Brittany unfollowing Kayla because she didn’t do it last year when Kayla basically slandered her and Patrick publicly by unfollowing them and then telling People magazine “she’s protecting her peace”.

So its either Brit cleaning house now that the noise has died down, or Kayla’s antics behind the scenes prompted this (antics because the day before TTPD released, she posted a weirdass tweet about liking Cowboy Carter and hating all these new albums coming out) 💀

We won’t know what drove her to it, but everyone sees clearly that there’s a lot of bitterness there whilst Travis is gleaming in happiness so… choose your poison I’d say 🙃

[shoezuki]

Someone in my house has started puttin together 1000 piece puzzles n its unlocked some kinda autistic sleeper agent in me cuz now i am fucking obsessed. Makin weirdass noises n vibrating when i put pieces in the right spot

[heirofnepeta]

Just had a weirdass dream where i selected some kind of game on a menu in front of me about pets and like. Ok.

There were a couple pets to choose from. A small dog, a cat, a large dog, and a lizard. I chose the cat icon first and was transported to my house. On the table was some sort of lump of flesh, and to my left was an unknown person. The person kept calling the flesh lump my "pet to be."

We got up from the table and they took the flesh lump and did. Something to it. I havent a clue what but afterwards they shoved it in the fridge for 5 minutes and out popped a cat.

But something was. Wrong with the cat. It had weird eyes and it didnt move right. Its mouth contorted and it could barely move its limbs without terrible squelches.

After that i reluctantly moved on and pressed the small dog icon. I was taken to another area in a house i was apparently in where there was a small desk with vials and syringes. Same unknown person was there.

They started explaining how this pet requires a small amount of sacrifice and proceeded to chop off their pinky and place it in a small container. They then proceeded to inject and pour unknown substances over the finger while babbling on about how its genitalia wont be a problem even with such a small limb or something? I didnt quite catch it before they shoved it in the fridge for another 5 minutes.

Out came a small dog, chihuahua sized. It was struggling to breath and was missing a good portion of its lower jaw. It shook and stumbled as it walked, bones crackling somehow.

At this point i decided i didnt wanna do this anymore and ran to what i was pretty sure was my bedroom. On my bed was the cat from before which proceeded to just make horrible noises before lunging at me. At which point i woke up breathing heavily and sweating.

Anyways someone should make this a game or something idk