And I'm Holding On, I'm Holding On I'll Wait Until You're Really Gone And Try To Find Another Way But

'My' pain and 'yours' are just not the same. Can I even call what I feel 'pain', when we aren't even talking about the same thing? What I experience… is too painful to be considered pleasure, yet too delightful for it to be called plain 'pain’. There’s no suffering—just a scorching ecstasy, a devastating wave of such consuming bliss most people can’t take it. And you know why ordinary people can’t deal with this glory you think of as ‘pain’? It’s because you weren’t blessed with that privilege. Because you’re not favored by the Lord.

Happy Birthday, Hidan! [02.04.14]

Something old :')

This world is a cruel place And we're here only to lose So before live tears us apart let Death bless me with you Won't you die tonight for love Baby join me in death

Gregorian and Amelia Brightman - Join Me

We wish to inform you our new leader is here.

Thank you Vivern for this costume presented for my Omega. It is just wonderful!)

I planned to post this on Valentine’s Day... Mission Failed :D Anyway, I congratulate all of you)

about gojoiest

So, since tumblr killed my old account all posts with the tag 'Gojocest' disappeared from public access. I decided to restore this terrible injustice and repost my old art and finally talk about this couple.

I really love Gojoces and exploring the dynamics of 'self-love'. I love Gojo too much and it's hard for me to imagine him with anyone else. So one day I just decided to create an AU where a second Satoru randomly appeared.

In my imagination, it happened something like this:

Gojo went on another mission to exterminate some cursed spirits in an abandoned temple. He also needed to find and retrieve a cursed artifact, which turned out to be a tattered old scroll. After completing the first part of the task, he carelessly slipped the scroll under his arm and headed off to the college.

It was a warm late spring evening, so he decided to savor the moment and walk part of the route. On the way, Gojo immersed himself in his thoughts, as the spring season always makes him melancholy and longing for the unfulfilled. However, this time he remembering not his last spring with Suguru, but the next one, which is where his real loneliness began.

Finally reaching the college, he entered the building where the temporary artifact storage was located. After going inside and finding the right cell, Satoru was about to put the scroll inside when he was suddenly called out by one of the students.

Satoru turned around a bit. His finger trembled for just a moment, but in the most inappropriate place. It was enough to make the dilapidated seal on the scroll crack. There was a loud bang in the room, accompanied by puffs of acrid smoke. Gojo coughed, his lungs beginning to ache.

After a few seconds, he noticed that his voice began to sound strangely double, like an echo. But it wasn't an echo. Finally, opening his eyes and looking into the thick smoke, he saw a silhouette that looked strangely like his own. When the cloud of smoke cleared slightly, he saw that his own copy was standing in front of him. Only it looked a bit younger. So, yeah, that's how this story began.

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Additional Facts

Since the scroll absorbed the information Gojo was concentrating on, his doppelganger is 18 y.o

Original gojo is about 25 y.o and the action of their timeline takes place before the main events of manga