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Your scars and mine (4/4)

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Attack on Titan THE LAST ATTACK Full post credit scene is out!

i gotta remember this

2 years ago, I made this, and im not the same since then.

Can’t escape the nightmares

i couldn’t breath this entire episode. but god the direction and the animation and the music??? gorgeous. i was physically ill the entire time. 10/10

Deeply fucking unsettling things about the Honored One himself, Satoru Gojo

Thanks to his ability to fuck with gravity, you put him in a blank, empty room with identical walls, floor, and ceiling with no doors or windows, he'll quickly lose track of which way is up. Realistically this situation would probably never happen, but the concept freaks him out ever since Geto made a joke about it once.

Gojo's body maintains a perfect thermodynamic equilibrium, making his skin creepily cool to the touch. He can go out in a blizzard with shorts on, and between that and Infinity, he'd be perfectly fine. It makes for a cool party trick, because he can stick his hand in a candle flame or put cigarettes out on his arms with no ill effects.

He's unsettlingly clean at all times, because dirt can't touch him. Gojo hasn't needed to use stain remover on his uniform in years.

He quite literally has six eyes. He keeps four of them shut and all of them hidden most of the time, though, because a) looking into all six at once would liquefy the brain of your average human, and b) his Six Eyes are constantly feeding unfathomable amounts of information into his brain every second. Even with his tolerance to his powers and mastery of the reverse curse technique, there's only so much stimuli a human brain can process without completely shutting down, and Gojo doesn't want to find out what that'll do to him--in a nutshell, just because he can see things that mankind can't even hope to comprehend doesn't mean he wants to.

He can perceive the entire electromagnetic spectrum, meaning he can see shrimp colors. Everyone else desperately wants him to describe the shrimp colors. Gojo continues to smugly refuse.

Because of his reverse curse technique constantly refreshing and regenerating his body, he just. doesn't really need to eat anymore. or drink. or even breathe. His body is basically frozen at peak physical condition, and it's very likely that he is functionally immortal.

Sometimes, Gojo forgets what pain feels like, because nothing can touch him. Pain feels almost like pleasure to him, because nothing can hurt him. Nothing can even touch him, and Gojo has secretly developed a perverted interest in seeing how badly he can mutilate himself before he's forced to reengage his technique and heal.

Gojo can bend and contort himself in ways that aren't humanly possible, run faster and farther and lift heavier objects than anyone alive, because his body can repair itself almost as fast as it's damaged, depending on how severe the injury. Basically, he has permanent hysterical strength, letting him push his body past its limits to perform feats that would kill a normal human with no ill effects.

Gojo doesn't sleep. He literally can't unless he releases his technique, because his body is constantly being refreshed and doesn't need to shut down. Oh well, it's for the better. He's most vulnerable while he's sleeping anyway, and it opens up his schedule by a lot.

His teeth grow now, almost like a rodent's. He has to file them down to be able to open and close his mouth properly, along with much more frequent trimming of his hair and nails.

His skin is oddly smooth, and unnaturally pristine. Gojo hasn't recieved a single scar since Toji sliced him open, and all the ones he'd recieved before are healed flawlessly at this point. His hands are so soft they make it look like he hasn't fought a day in his life, because calluses aren't able to form anymore.

Gojo's been around the world countless times now. He can go wherever he wants with a thought; the only cost is his sanity. Warping himself across the Pacific for lunch in San Francisco is fun, but he can only do it a few times a week if he doesn't want to have another... ah, episode.

These episodes involve blackouts, gaps in his memory where his powers manage to slip their leashes from overuse and literally short-circuit his brain. He's only had a few so far, and every time, he wakes up in the infirmary completely unscathed, with blood all over his clothes and an awful fucking migraine. Nobody knows what happens or where he goes, and all Shoko's been able to tell him is that when it happens, he seems to go into a giddy fugue before blasting his way out of the compound and vanishing for anywhere from days to weeks. Gojo's absolutely terrified of these episodes, because he's wholly aware that if he lost it for real, nobody would be able to stop him.

He looks human enough, but if you look closer, he quickly starts to set off the uncanny valley effect. It's like a wolf in sheep's clothing--because you know how dangerous he is, even though he appears relatively harmless at first. Everyone who meets him has the same fear response clawing at the back of their mind as their hindbrain screams at them to fucking run, because Gojo is an apex predator in the body of a prey animal. His very presence awakens primal fear that's been entrenched in every human since the dawn of time--the fear of things that go bump in the night, of cosmic horrors beyond what mankind can even hope to comprehend.

His eyes glow all the time now, and the energy crackling in the air around him feels like the static that comes before a lightning strike. Satoru Gojo is insistent that he's still human even though he's the strongest, but... is he, really?

I think we need to talk more about the belief that Gojo has his Infinity up 24/7...or more like the fact that I think we misunderstand what kind if barrier Infinity actually is.

In the manga, from what I remember, when Gojo describes being able to have it 'on' constantly he describes it as analyzing incoming objects and people and stopping anything harmful/lethal. NOT that he has a constant barrier over his skin to prevent contact.

I mean he manually activates Infinity when Utahime throws her tea at him. So that means the tea and cup wouldn't be auto-blocked because it wasn't considered a threat(or maybe to prevent having to constantly work around his CT when drinking/eating) or that he has Utahime and things she touches on a 'safe' list that Infinity doesn't properly register as a threat.

When Yuuji asks Gojo to bring down his Infinity for back slaps, that implies that it's not usually up when Yuuji touches him/he doesnt usually encounter it when touching Gojo(and my boi is physically affectionate with Gojo from what the manga and anime shows).

Yuuta mentions Infinity being ungodly finicky when he's fighting Sukuna and I remember him mentioning having to anaylze/see all of the attacks coming at him. This implies that Infinity is not an actual 'field' but that it 'targets' things that are trying to reach the CT user.

What makes Gojo so 'untouchable' isn't a barrier field, but rather an internal program that is constantly analyzing things in his vicinity and classifying them as 'threat' and 'non-threat'. Which makes sense why he has to have RCT running all the time as I assume this is nearly CONSTANTLY frying his CPU.

But it kinda scuttles the whole 'he doesn't let people touch him' thing, which, very untrue? My man is slinging arms around shoulder, hugging Yuuji and generally poking and pal'ing around with people constantly.

It DOES however lend itself to Gojo being hypervigilant(Oh? PTSD, I know her), and a bit paranoid under his careless exterior.

Idk, sometimes I think about it and I just think my sensei is a touchy kind of guy and that sometimes HC of him can just come up with things that are categorically false? At least from my memory.

The whump is delicious tho.

all that glitters — gojo satoru x reader

a/n: it’s time we embrace that I am a loser who can not stick to a single decision

gojo gazed at the corpse of his friend, best friend. the shaky sigh that left his lips was inevitable.

he didn’t know if he will be able to destroy his body with his own hands and technique, so he chose to at least bury him in a secluded area. it’s only after the evening that gojo is done.

his eyes are dull, his eyes are tired, their void is dark.

the stars are not glittering.

today, he walks to the grave, looking at the stone where he carved his friend’s name. he had done this a thousand times, the only difference today is that you’re with him.

your hand in his, and your thumb stroking the back of his hand. he can’t help but let out a small sigh. you’re here at least, he thinks.

geto’s name name stares back at him; however, it’s less daunting now and he doesn’t know whether it’s the passage of time or your hand that’s grounding him.

“you okay?” you call in a soft voice. its sweetness startles him for a moment, but you don’t notice. he likes it, your voice.

after composing himself, he hums lightly as you finally come to a stop.

“was he was a good guy that succumbed to madness?” you speak up.

he shrugs, “not exactly, suguru was a great person, kinder than I am, more righteous; it’s just…” and he loses his words, they are on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t know what to say exactly.

you nod in understanding, “…I think I get it…”

his eyes slowly fixate on you, and you continue talking, “you know that it’s okay to feel remorse and sadness, right?”

he nods slowly, “but I am the strongest—if I am not in my best shape and standing tall then everything falls into chaos.”

you listen closely as he continues.

“some people’s faith is only there because they know that there is someone who is called the ‘strongest’ for a valid reason and can actually back it up,” he exhales, brows furrowing as he stares at the ground.

a bitter smile makes its way to your face, “that’s true in a sense, but that, in no way, erases the fact that you’re human.”

“you feel, you love, you care and you break like anyone else,” you look at him and he turns to you, and even with the blindfold on, you know he is looking you straight in the eyes.

your hands slowly go up to cup his face and gojo holds back from leaning into your touch, “what makes someone strong isn’t their inability to feel sadness, but the ability to feel it and then recover from it,” you pause and stroke his face, “you, satoru, have done that and you’ve proven to the world that you’re the strongest in more ways than one.”

he chuckles lightly, but it’s empty, “not all people think like you, y/n.”

“that’s because they’re blind,” you sharply respond making him smile slightly, “plus, you’re much more than the ‘strongest sorcerer’ to me and to a lot of people.”

“oh yeah?” he quips, anticipating your response and you nod with confidence.

“to some, you’re their mentor and their guidance, to others, you’re an irreplaceable friend and presence, and to me, you’re my husband and the love of my life,” you feel his hands come to rest on your hips and your husband can’t help but press a kiss to your palm.

he takes a breath, “sometimes I wonder just what did I do to deserve someone like you.”

you rest your forehead on his and smile, “well, fate just decided to put us together; who are we to say no?”

night has fallen, both in the sky and his eyes. both have stars that fill their canvas, but, for once, the stars in satoru’s eyes glitter and shine brighter than the ones in the sky.

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kneel — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: more utterly devoted gojo? sign me up

you and satoru stroll side by side, the usual banter flowing easily between the two of you. it’s been a relatively calm day—an unusual but welcome change from the usual whirlwind of sorcerer duties and school life.

both of you savor this rare moment of tranquility together.

as you pass the rows of neatly trimmed hedges, satoru suddenly chuckles to himself, a broad grin spreading across his face.

the sound of his laughter is light and carefree. you raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, "what’s so funny?" you ask, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

he turns his head to glance at you, his eyes glinting mischievously behind his signature blindfold, "y’know, I realized something recently," he says, his tone casual, almost teasing.

you hum in response, waiting for the punchline of whatever random thought has captured his attention. "oh yeah? what’s that?"

satoru slows his pace and then stops, his head tilted slightly as if he's carefully weighing his words.

the light plays over his features, highlighting the contours of his face in a way that makes him look both relaxed and contemplative.

with a lighthearted chuckle, he hums, "all you have to do is breathe, and I’d kneel for you,” he grins at you, “must be nice having the strongest sorcerer wrapped around your finger, huh?"

the words hang in the air, the warm light of the setting sun seeming to pause around you. you blink, stunned. the casual nature of his declaration is in stark contrast to the intensity of the sentiment.

who says something like that so nonchalantly? you stare at him, trying to decipher if he’s being serious or if he’s just messing with you, as he so often does.

satoru resumes his leisurely stroll, his steps light and carefree. his posture is relaxed, a picture of ease in comparison to your flustered self.

you catch up with him, your mind still reeling from his unexpected statement. a soft laugh escapes you, partly out of amusement and partly out of disbelief.

“who drops something like that and then acts like it’s nothing?” you mutter, though your heart is still racing, a mixture of affection and astonishment swirling inside you.

he glances back at you over his shoulder, that playful grin widening further.

"what? it’s true." his voice retains its casual tone, but there’s a glimmer of something more beneath the teasing—a rare flicker of sincerity that catches your attention.

you come to a halt, reaching out to grab his sleeve, gently pulling him to a stop. the gentle pressure of your hand on his arm is enough to make him pause, and he turns to face you. his grin remains, but it softens, the playful edge giving way to something more.

“satoru,” you say, your voice a little quieter now, “but I don’t need you to kneel or do anything for me.”

his expression shifts, curiosity flickering across his face, "oh?"

you step closer, wrapping your arms around him, a gesture he doesn’t hesitate on reciprocating. you take a deep breath and speak softly, “I don’t need you to be the strongest sorcerer or prove anything to me. I just want you.”

for a moment, the air between you changes.

satoru’s smile falters, just for a second. his usual playfulness is replaced with something quieter, more genuine. he looks at you with an intensity that even makes its way through the blindfold.

in fact, for a moment, his hand reaches out for the blindfold and he pulls it down under his chin.

your husband’s eyes never fail to catch you off-guard. they’re bright, so bright. though, you don’t get to appreciate them for long as he closes his eyes and presses a gentle kiss on your forehead.

your lips part in surprise, but satoru doesn’t give you the chance to react further.

because, true to form, he can’t stay serious for long, too much seriousness, and he might just cry.

so he pulls the blindfold right back up, pulling away as that familiar smirk creeps back onto his face, "so you’re saying you married me for my stunning personality and good looks?"

you laugh and roll your eyes affectionately, "exactly. you’ve got me all figured out."

he slips his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, so you continue walking. his grin softens, and he quips, "good! because you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, and I’m not planning on going anywhere."

“like a parasite?”

your husband lets out an incredulous gasp, pulling away from you yet again and clutching his chest. he fake sobs, “do you have hurt me everyday?!”

“aww, I am sorry,” you coo.

“really?!” he beams.

“no.”

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Can’t escape the nightmares

Levi's face card is insane in this photo...

Sexy veterans ❤️‍🔥

Im so down bad for hange zoë to a point where I'd say the most filthy shit about them without any regret.

I mean look at them.

the missile is very eepy

Some green shades.

I've found my new favourite still:

Papa Levi and his Son Armin

thank you anon for activating my lizard brain and reminding me once again of one of the bEST sequence shots to exist ever 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

stole from twitter

life is not daijoubu

The thing about Levi, is that his way of showing love is simple yet so fucking deep it's overwhelming and would make a rock cry

real.

like it doesn’t even occur to him not to love you? there’s just what he will and won’t do, and what he will do grows enormously over time.

when he loves you… it does not matter if he had plans, if you want to see him, he will come. he doesn’t find anniversary dates, etc uber important, but he’s still memorized them because you care. if he CAN’T do something for you, he beats himself up about it way too much. even if you say you don’t want some of whatever he’s eating, he can tell you really do and just slides it over without saying anything. literally the same thing when you’re thirsty.

he draws as little attention to any of this as possible because he finds it embarrassing gets annoyed; mostly he’s annoyed that you’d feel the need to give him credit when it didn’t occur to him that he’s doing you a service.

he just does it.

This is so sexy and I can't explain why....

there’s always a next book to read, a next show to see, a next concert to go to, another friend to meet, another treat to eat, there’s always more to discover or experience

maybe it's time for me to actually give writing a shot again. i've had the absolute worst writer's block and lack of motivation for the longest time, but i have so many ideas i want to get out