What Color Character Are You?

hii consider this a starter call ♡

“It is just an illusion here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone, it is gone forever.”

— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

thinking about adding ogata back to my muse list, i just miss him so much but there's no golden kamuy rp fandom bye

LX is just goth Gojo

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*

once again on semi-hiatus 🫠 work is hell

You'll forget it when you're dead, and so will I. When I'm dead, I'm going to forget everything–and I advise you to do the same.

Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut

"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

✨HE IS SO PERFECT AND BEAUTIFUL✨

Six fanarts, No.2: Asa & Yoru