joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends"

@visioncursed & @sugurau

TO LOVE SOMEONE IS FIRSTLY TO CONFESS : I'M PREPARED TO BE DEVASTATED BY YOU. ©️

gōjō satoru & getō suguru. penned by marlowe & dollie.

oh shit im in my musical era again.

today's delulu satosugu song is.

          DYING TO WIN and RISKING DEATH TO WIN are completely different.

    THROUGHOUT THE HEAVENS AND EARTH,

                                                  I ALONE AM THE HONORED ONE. 

                                 INDIE. SEL. GOJO SATORU FROM JJK

                                            rules // bio

self-care is ignoring canon and substituting my own

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❝ an endless cycle of exorcism & consumption. exorcise. consume. It's a taste that nobody knows. the taste of a curse. ❞

a selective ＆ private geto suguru from gege akutami's accursed series  : jujutsu kaisen. written by ray. ᵉˢᵗ ²⁰²³ ©

it is not a normal day if I don’t almost get hit by a car while looking at satosugu.

can i quietly get some writing feedback i.

i am God’s favourite little cosmic joke. his favourite suffering soldier. his sacrificial lamb. his poor little meow meow. his whore of babylon. i’m his fallen angel. i’m gonna bite his neck until it bleeds

a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

“i laughed today. / for a second i was unhaunted. i was the sun, not light / from some dead star.”

— Danez Smith, from “it began right here,” Don’t Call Us Dead (via dinopunching)

you have a wound that will never heal? me too! actually it's gradually widening and expanding, consuming more of me with each passing day [props my chin in my hands and smiles at you] at what point do you think i'll become the wound itself and not simply the bearer?

“We’ll never be those kids again.”

— Frank Ocean; Ivy

his  cadence  dips  alongside  the  setting  sun , an  incandescence  that  sets  his  dolorous  heart  alight.   that  light   -   an  encompassing  warmth  that  devours  shadows,  casts  him  reminiscent  of  youth’s  penchant  for  the  harrowing  &  mournful .   suguru  thinks  himself  waning ,  an  effervescent  flourish  of  past  &  present  before  an  impenetrable  darkness  sweeps  over  him,   picking  at  his  bones  like  scavenging  carrion  birds.   satoru ,  with  his  halo  of  white  ,  reprimands  him.   his  sternness  a  stark  contrast  to  the  fond  ,  mirthful  smile  that  pervades  a  summer  of  withering  dreams.   he  recalls  the  sand  ,   scintillating  fractals  of  gold  against  the  afternoon’s  warmth,  the  waves  surging  against  embankments  &  receding  as  subtle  ,  damp  shadows.   laughter  punctuates  it  ,  brittle  &  harsh,  it's  not  in  concord  with  the  memory  &  it  takes  him  a  moment  to  realize  its  origin.  it’s  him.   a  lamentable  ,  defeated  exhale ,  the  severity  of  gojo’s  tone  feels  amiss  without  the  puerile  rolling  of  eyes  or  blithe  laughter  to  accompany  it.  “  you  don’t  change  -  do  you  ,  satoru.”   for  those  words  -  reassurance  ,   few  &  concise  ,   find  a  place  in  his  chest  he  had  thought  hollow.   maybe ,  it  is  avarice  that  makes  him  covet  just  a  moment  longer  in  that  mantle  of  warmth .   a  rarity  were  those  who  attended  jujutsu  high ,  scarcer  still  those  who  out  -  lived  their  prosperous  potential.   suguru  had  seen  it  ,  the  dark  -  moribund  hands  of  death  burying  their  colleagues  in  shallow  graves ,   he  knows  it  ludicrous  but  is  haunted  still  by  that  face  transposing  grotesquely  into  satoru’s.   “  stay..”  it’s  quiet  ,  muffled  by  his  own  raucous  thrumming  -  heart.   just  as  you  are  ,  in  this  moment  -  or  the  next ,  don’t  change. 

a  casual  arm  ,  more  satoru  than  the  somber -  admonishing,  loops  around  his  shoulder  &  suguru  rests  against  him.  it  felt  familiar  &  yet  ,  in  this  profound  notion  he  crossed  the  vast  chasm  he  envisioned  between  them.  that  same  warmth  that  smoldered  within  him  quietly  appeased  the  ache  that  settled  in  the  hollow  of  his  bones.  “  we’re  friends.”  he  replies,  finally.   a  hand  in  offering  ,  oblation  to  the  tenebrosity  seething  within  him.   he  takes  it  ,  tentatively  resting  his  head  on  the  curve  of  satoru’s  shoulder.   “ - if  it  is  us  who  are  the  strong.”  the  words  feel  laden ,  blood  &  iron  -  death.   “  why  is  it  also  us  who  die  without  recognition.”  if  they  reached  the  unattainable  heights  of  the  one  who  sat  beside  him  now ,  so  very  human,   would  their  names  be  more  than  a  whisper  of  mourning.  “  i  thought  i  knew  that  answer  -  now  ,  i’m  not  as  certain.”  

In the suffering of the human soul the inner candle flickers in the emotional storm, the remaining light fighting to overcome the raging tempest. Golden-orange streaks pour through the window, even past the smallest gaps, and illuminate the striking unruly white strands on Gojo's hair, as though making them glow. But as the sunlight dwindles in the eventide, it invites the graphite gloom to cast its dusky gown over the city. The sidling dark tranquility enhances the fulgurant incandescence inside heavenly irises with infinite blue hues swirling behind the fragile sclera. Inside their frame of sight is the reflection of Suguru, their deep fixation.

“Does that question even need an answer? Of course, I'm going to.” A firm response plays on his vocal cords. He would drop everything if it meant he could see Suguru smile again even if the odds are insurmountable. He perceives Suguru as his twin-flame, his equal. He might say he has friends but the only one who could understand him the most is Suguru. And it soothes him to know that his friendship is his heaven at the end of the rutted road, the spark of joy that maintains his elevated mood throughout the busy days at Jujutsu High. So when his one and only closest person is suffering, how should he feel? When he went to him, it was with utmost love and care, joining him upon his lonely track. You’re not alone in this.

“I won’t know what bothers you if you don’t tell me. We’re friends, right, Suguru? We support each other.”

I want to be your human sanctuary and remedy with a touch of clover honey.

An arm is looped loosely around the other’s shoulders as Satoru steps over to stand beside him. His observant eye peers from his peripheral vision, capturing the fatigue on Suguru’s facial features. He doesn’t make any further comments and instead guides them both to take a seat just as how they are positioned. He would move his arm away if Geto minded the weight of it on his shoulder.