different anon here, i came here wanting to clarify something but i saw that your reply took the words out of my mouth HAHAH it's funny seeing some of us shippers sharing the same braincells and having similar opinions. love this small community but i hope it gets bigger (wake tf up people!!! are 15 consecutive canon suspicious homoerotic chapters not enough for people on the international jjk fandom to finally start shipping them?!)
the something being that i don't sense any malicious hateful intent coming from either gojo or sukuna. this is a rare enemies/rivals trope imo. like their whole theme is about teaching love and trying to maybe come to a mutual understanding despite fate cruelly putting them on the opposite sides, as they are really just different sides of the same coin. and that's one of the many reasons why i love this pairing. it's not easy to find a non-toxic enemies/rivals dynamic portrayal in media so i'm glad that jjk is an exception.
p/s: i'm an extremely introverted person so unfortunately i won't have the social battery to continue this conversation, but thanks for reading my ask! i really want to interact more with my people bc yall are lovely and have great tastes but socializing drains me so much
YES YES ANON, they really don't hate each other at all. one thing i was thinking about is how gojo doesn't seem to think of sukuna as this malicious Evil thing that other sorcerers (rightfully) make him out to be. he... really hasn't been shown to harbor any ill feelings towards sukuna, even after all he's done.
and their fight is playful, they're playing, they're having fun, it's recreation. sure the fate of the world is at stake here, but that's not what it's about for them at all.
there's not hate, not even dislike, it's simply. well to steal canon's words. love. an overwhelming sense of pleasure, of satisfaction, of fulfillment.
and i LOVE that u mention "despite fate cruelly putting them on the opposite sides" bc YEAH YEAH, that's part of the tragedy of them. there's too many factors outside their own personal satisfaction at play.
and i think there is also a bit of a paradox in there. they're looking for someone with whom to share that solitude that comes at the lonely top. but... that's something i don't think to be possible. sure they're equals, that's the thing, but at the same time, their existences clash just by definition. bc there can't be two strongest. there can only be one.
both can't live at the same time. if one lives, the other can't live by definition.
no one understands them bc they're the strongest, but once they find someone who might be able to—and who does—dont they stop being the strongest?
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I am so mad at this fanfiction which describes a dark-brown-eyed character's eyes as a very attractive light golden brown and stresses how light they are and therefore how pretty. Hissssssss. they have beautiful dark brown eyes are we even talking about the same person. stop it. get some help.
"this character is so sexy! I will write complimentary fic describing how sexy they are! *describes a completely different fucking person*" WHY! WHY ARE YOU HERE!
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I will shut up about IwaV soon but I can’t stop thinking about the twist and like, giggling at certain points.
Because you KNOW that was not Louis’ idea. Like my guy is passionate but that kind of melodrama is beneath him. But Armand? No. Not at all. That bitch has ALWAYS been the drama. It’s ok. It’s why I love him. Here’s how I imagine the conversation went.
Louis: a lot of time has passed and I’ve been really reflecting
Armand, shoving cherries, a raw steak, tomatoes, and chili peppers into a blender: uh huh
Louis: I think I’m going to give Daniel a call. A lot has changed for both of us and I’d like to retell my story.
Armand, stopping the roaring blender: Do I get to go undercover?!?!?!?!?!
Louis: No. No Armand please. Last time you got way too into it and it was very uncomfortable.
Armand: Ok so my name is Rashid. I’m a 20 year old Muslim man. My parent’s names are Farah and Naeem and I grew up in the countryside outside of Dubai in a small house with four sisters and an alcoholic grandmother. I spent my days bird watching and moving rocks, dreaming of a better life. Until one day you appeared to me like a vision in the clouds and I moved here to the city to be your personal man servant. I HAVE TO GO FIND MY CONTACTS!
Louis: No. No! Armand, this is EXACTLY what I was just talking about. That doesn’t even make any sense!
Armand, dramatically: It is my HONOR to serve a living god!!!!!
Louis: Ok yeah so you’re going to talk to Daniel as little as possible.
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CARING FOR SICK MUSES ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ █ ▌▌▌@aalberich.
accepting
‘ i’m here because i care about you. ’
[ for his big brudder ;~; ]
DILUC something twitches- well, it’s a mass of twitch what happens inside. warbles & warps through the meat of him / slinks through marrow because whatever it is- nameless disgust -has come to call it home. “yeah..?”
the rough of his thumb swipes over the mouth of a bottle of wine. it’s sour, as always. they speak of sweet wines, well. that’s not how diluc tells them apart.
he remembers who he is,
jams the cork back in &
tries not to look like he’s hiding a dirty secret behind the bar. gotta disinfect it or take it home, now-
( oh, no. dreadful. )
“okay.”
thoughtless.
there is only a hollow empty in the concept of kaeya & 'luc. a vacuous core that has consumed the earth that used to keep his feet steady. the notion spiderwebs out in every direction; puppeteers & puppeteered all the many aspects of this horror that is the new truth. nothing can shake it.
nothing can be believed well enough to shake it.
can’t trust he knows what’s what, so.
rather powerful lesson the gods saw fit to teach: trust no-one. not the gods, who forsook his father yet saved the traitorous brother / not the virtue of the virtuous, not the loyalty of the loyal, not the sanctity of good & importance of a light in especially the darkest places. the world diluc strode into that night utterly unmakes the value of all the good fled back to. sunlight is awfully watery in the wake of... no world lead by right over wrong could envelop such monstrous acts- the only way to hold faith in any peace is to be its creator. even if it must come at the cost of someone’s suffering still; does he not forge into the night to kill in the name of safety, then he does not rest at all.
please don’t teach me again. please don’t teach me again, i have learned. please, please don’t-
it’s been that way for years now. it’s, ah. hrm. getting kind of exhausting, really. ( a few feet down & one to the right sits that bottle. ) but there’s no changing it.
change requires an introduction to something new, no? something that could counter what has become the known. & what is known is that ... is not kaeya. & that hurts worse than anything. kaeya himself is the only one to speak to of that night; the only shoulder worth crying on, worth being rejected from -- but kaeya can introduce nothing without paranoia branding him a liar,
& enough trust has been shattered between them. unfairly, unduly. marks that have been left on the wrong body & the wrong heart. the wrong self-image, by the look of it.
telling anyone else that kaeya said he’s not one of ours is simply out of the question. & without that lock to inspect, how could anyone help forge a key-?
diluc ruined what was kaeya’s life.
he’ll not ruin what has been rebuilt in the wake of his mistakes, no matter what kaeya may & may not intend to be.
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