‘ No Particular Reason, Just Curiosity. ’

you don't understand. i'm obsessed.

thinking hard about the line 'i loved you longer than i knew you' because i used it months ago for a piece i drew and it's been haunting me since bc that's how i imagine the dynamic between gojo and geto, spending only 3 years of their youth together but loving each other in distance for 10 more also this is the piece

❛  the only path that’s left for me is forward.  ❜ ( kenjaku & teacher!geto? )

shared brain-bits let him know where @hharau’s proclivities lay. it explains the taut line of his shoulders, eyes turned dark, unbridled with fury - he wonders if geto knows, not the extent of everything but instinctively understands that what ties them together isn’t mere cursed energy but the flow of something more sinister, vicious.

by way of introduction, kenjaku had traced a single line across surgical wounds, calling for geto’s attention, smiling through bared teeth, and said: ‘ does it bother you? or why are you looking at me as though you’d seen a ghost? ’

it gained him little, all things considered, but he did always enjoy a gamble, much more so when the rewards came in floods: a glare, violent jabs and despair; anger he knows how to work with, easy to map out. he remembers farmers, their housewives, kids and their friends, all of them fell into patterns, led by their hearts and not reason and things became simpler, weaknesses poorly disguised. humanity doesn’t change: then and now, it’s all relatively the same, and suguru geto he’s come to understand more than anyone alive - the ones who mattered anyways.

it takes a moment for kenjaku to part his lips, smile fading into a displeased frown. what is that supposed to mean?

‘ ah, i see. that is exactly like you. ’ words echo, he feels something perilously close to affection, like watching a house plant grow, or a pet; it brings him closer to inspection, the way that, although their faces are copies of each other, the skin lacks blisters from rot that’s carelessly swiped away, or the pallid undertone of a body that has once been lifeless and brought back to roam about the earth. it puts a new smile on his face, lighter, but ever-present. 

‘ you must pardon me but i haven’t the faintest idea what that entails. or rather, it doesn’t matter. mutations between dimensions are rare, but not impossible. the path forward you’re talking about exists solely for you, though i doubt it leads anywhere beneficial for someone who’s technically a storage of cursed energy. don’t get me wrong, it’s an excellent ability, otherwise i would not be here. ’ the gesture beckons geto to watch him, head to toe, expecting appraisal. he gets the opposite. kenjaku shrugs, tongue darts out briefly and playfully. 

‘ its only drawback, i daresay, is the price that comes with it. there’s flashier deaths than self–immolation, in the literal sense or not. i suppose you’ve overcome it, for now. i’m not entirely convinced, though. ’

⌕ bleach - ulquiorra.

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i like getting cute morning texts like: I killed the man who looked at you.

recommending muse meme— i started rewatching chainsaw man bc plotting with ur makima and i feel you’d make a really great aki ‼️

Based off my blog, what other characters could you see me Roleplay as? // @kyoshisaki

funny that you mention this because i've actually rp'd him but never found other csm blogs to write him with askdjajksg now you've got me considering bringing him back and gojo and him definitely have to meet one way or another u have no choice *grabs u*

“you should be at the club” i should be by the sea. i should be in the mountains. i should be awestruck and rendered speechless by the majesty of the natural world. if you even care

The sluttiest thing a man can do is ask "oh yeah?"

please im begging connect me with more psycho pass blogs i am rotting in this corner

"good luck taking care of yourself." // geto @ gojo, hidden inventory setting mayhaps

gojo satoru never says please . all the blessing of the heavens and six eyes to back it up , all that unbalanced source of energy on the tip of his fingers , all because simply ; gojo satoru never begs . he stands amidst the crowd with dull greyed eyes , stares with a clenched jaw as suguru's black eyes disappear through his smile . his head feels hot , he recognizes this , rage . his shoulder blades feel tense and he knows this too ─ lost , heavens he has no idea how to deal with this . suguru takes his silence as an answer and turns to leave . he manages to take a few steps before satoru is right behind him , a cold hand curled around suguru's arm . oversized shirt wrinkles under his tight grip , bare eyes catch suguru's . and he doesn't look angry anymore , not when he saw suguru is actually able to leave . ‘ suguru .. ‘ he's pathetic , he swallows and doesn't know what to say . no , satoru can't survive this one with a blank face and empty eyes ─ can't push his way through the world without him . it feels like being a star and burning , it feels like he's being pulled apart atom by atom . he licks his lips , his eyes were bare since this morning and he feels exhausted , he needs to eat a few plates of sweets before he can function properly and with acceptable sugar levels in his blood . ‘ we ─ let's sit and talk . burgers on me . ‘ black rings are deeper under his eyes , he feels like he's aged centuries . his hold loosens before he tries to stand straighter , his phone rings ; it's yaga , he turns it off and slips it back into his pocket . heart hammering in his chest . ‘ come on . sit . ‘ he even pulls the seat for him , a couple of chairs tucked under the table in front of mcdonald's . satoru leans over to dust the seat off with his palm , a hand that can't touch many things because everyone knows that once you become untouchable you're also unable to touch ; he blinks , with parted lips , almost aggressively does he gesture to the chair he's pulled for suguru .

* ( preacher's daughter. ) accepting