ITS NOT OVER YET ITS NOT OVER YET ITS NOT OVER YET ITS NOT OVER YET ITS NOT OVER YET ITS NOT OVER YET

If it keeps you from killing yourself it's not stupid. This applies to anything btw.

IF I HAVE TO READ THE WORD TITULAR ON WIKIFANDOM AGAIN IM GOING TO PULL A GETO SUGURU AND N O N E OF US WILL BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT

transmasc aroace sukuna

Transmasc aroace Sukuna who doesn't need to be taught about love.

He knows what love is; it just doesn't serve him to to him, "Love is meaningless."

also I think that this can be doubled down with my headcanon that before he was a curse; he literally wasn't loved by anyone.

born in a world that wasn't ready to accept him and wouldn't love him anyways because he killed his mother with his birth

Transmasc Sukuna who gave himself the perfect body which coincidentally is the pinnacle of Jujutsu sorcery, he doesn't have to think about himself from before he was turned into a curse because now he's The Strongest Sorcerer (in History)

Transmasc Sukuna who decorates his body with thick black tattoos that many people find scary and taboo but he sees it as more of a 'fuck you' to tradition*

*(the people who killed him/the higher ups/the conservative fossils who couldn't find it in their hearts to even TRY to love him even if it would still be meaningless to him)

Transmasc aroace Sukuna who has kept one person with him throughout all the thousand years he's been a cursed object: Uraume

I believe since it hasn't, and it's not going to be explained in the manga/anime:

Uraume is his non-binary, aroace follower.

He keeps them around for a few reasons

1. Cooking: his favorite hobby is eating. It's good to have a personal chef on your side.

2. To do the tedious menial tasks that come with causing chaos everywhere. Not sure what they are specifically but I know they're there.

3. Uraume helps keep pests at bay. Telling them to fuck off and out of Sukuna's personal space when he feels the itch to get rid of an annoying eyesore.

4. Back-up fighter: self-explanatory

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Let me cook (get me outta the Malevolent kitchen please)

aroace sukuna aroace sukuna aroace sukuna aroace sukuna aroace sukuna aroace sukuna aroace sukuna aroace sukuna Guys this is the culmination of a bunch of headcanons running amuck in my brain and also the character analysis' from @thepersonperson

So now, here are my hc's for AroAce!Sukuna:

Legitimately prefers to not be touched and appreciates respect for personal space (round of applause for Uraume*)

Hobbies,:

1. Fighting - self explanatory: he hates being bored, he also uses fighting as a way to bond and learn about others

2. Eating - confirmed in the official fanbook(iirc): it doesn't matter if it's people or Oreos, he enjoys food

3. Analysing literature/opponents fighting habits - It's explained better and in more detail by @thepersonperson, but the main take-away is that Sukuna is like a shark; using exploratory 'bites' in order to gain knowledge about things- his opponents. He uses used dismantle to take apart, to dissect his opponents, to learn how they'll react and if they can match his freak, so to speak.

3.5. Going back to the literature point - seeing as in history, the Heian era is considered the peak of the Japanese imperial court, it's noted for it's refinement in art, poetry and literature.

He gets annoyed, disgusted, bored, and all of the above when someone hits on him, seeks him out romantically or tries to use/touch him physically.

See: Yorozu when she's withing a 1 mile radius of Sukuna, Mahito after touching his soul, Kenjaku's weird obsession with him that led to him jumping his twins bones for some reason

Again, as dutifully (<3) explained by the aforementioned Tumblr User, Sukuna expressed affection through violence. This is the only way he is able to connect with anyone he seems worth his time to fight.

Being a curse that is legitimately perfect when it comes to CE and CTs, he reaches out from the top to grasp some sort of worthy interaction:

an entire half year of prep to fight Gojo,

'playing' with Jogo and making an effort to fight with him on his terms,

finding interest and potential in Megumi,

a yap fest of unwarranted appraisal to Maki

and he was basically all grins and smiles when he fought each of these sorcerers.

*Star next to Uraume because I hc that they're Ace-spec as well.

Cuz who else is better at telling people you don't want to be bothered, touched or talked to other than you fanatic worshipper who understands your boundaries clear and concisely?

Tirade over, I'm going to sleep.

problem: a mosquito is trying to take a bite at me

solution: throw the phone on the fucking concrete and watch the shell come off as the mosquito flys away unharmed

"Bleed the Sky"

The sky bursts open,

not gently,

not softly,

but like a body breaking,

like something holding on for too long

finally letting go.

The first drop hits—

hot asphalt hisses,

dust rises like ghosts startled awake,

and the earth opens her mouth

like she’s starving.

There’s no beauty here.

No poetry.

Just the raw writhing of water finding cracks,

finding hunger,

finding every place that aches or crumbles or waits.

The rain doesn’t ask permission.

It doesn’t care where it falls—

forest, rooftop, desert, skin.

It pounds against leaves as if to punish them

for turning their faces away,

fills the throats of rivers

until they choke on their own rushing,

slides down windowpanes like tears

too heavy to hold back.

And it keeps going.

There is no tenderness in this.

This is not about grace.

This is about gravity and surrender,

the weight of billions of tiny impacts

stripping the world bare.

And something in you loosens—

against your will,

unraveling in the rhythm,

in the relentless pounding that reminds you of your own breaking,

of the times you couldn’t stop falling.

You stand there,

letting it hit you,

letting it drench everything you thought was safe.

Maybe this is what healing feels like:

not silent, not soft,

not clean.

But messy.

Wet hands in the dirt,

skin soaked,

blurry vision as everything spills.

The rain knows.

It always knows.

It comes to destroy,

and in the destruction

it leaves something you didn’t know you were—

raw, gasping,

and growing.

*foams at the mouth and clangs on my cage*

LET ME OUT

LET ME OUT

WE SHALL BE FRIENDZZZZZ

I want more writer friends on here :(

Weird Dream, Pt 2

I was trying to help some Hispanic girl escape her ex and also prostitution BUT she accidentally gave away our location over radio and they started pulling up

- before they found us we hid in some bushes and pretended to make out (💀) so i could also keep lookout

- they found us

- double stacked trucks and a bulky busses??

- threw her into a bubble part on a truck

- insulted her for hiding in a bush and for 'comingling' with people like me (😐)

(same night, different dream)

Sort of interacted with jesus stuff. Very confusing.

- somebody had either future sight or some really cool power that got nerfed to hell in my brain

- more hiding, this time from (human pigs?)

- watched a semi interactive map of how jesus would come and save everybody but the map was of a European looking place

- (no landmarks just a landmass that was very reminiscent of Europe + the ME)

- i was highlighting trails and shit like the underground railroad (???)

- some dude took the last stance as jesus come back again

-fin

Idk man, ts was weird

Same day, afternoon I think

Had a dream that i was a spy in S.Korea/Japan and i met this cute white girl at a bus stop. She complimented my dance moves (bend and dip, left to right) in a gay way but i had no idea if she was flirting with me or not so i just said thanks. Then she said something or another about liking women and i think i fell in love with her (???). The bus came and she got on along wih my other spy friends. It was cloudy/raining btw.

I walked around a corner to pick up trash and she came back from outta nowhere cuz she thought she was being followed (ig she was the target we were spying on). Somehow i have more courage in my dreams because i asked her if she wanted to go for ramen (chicken, beef, etc.).

Saying yes, i started walking her to a 'good place that i know' and wanted to go into this one building.

It did not sell ramen. I tried to get her inside but she and some of my spy friends said you have to be 22+ to enter. (It was some sort of adult shop)

Then we walked down the street and happened inside a foodcourt. Some really short indian man asked if she was ai cuz she was so pretty and real looking 😐.We started standing in line and then...

I was still a spy but now i looked different. I had fair skin and blonde/yellow hair. Came out of a grave ready for a mission. I looked a lot like my oc Abby from when i was small.

I started checking out this one house for Godzilla (???😭) and we got intel that a goth girl and her bf (skater probably) had what we needed. So we holled up for the night and did fuckall until they showed up next door.

Doing what spies do- we openly amd loudly interrogated them and led them over here. They had guns. We did not. We locked all the doors to keep them out (it worked) and they said they'd run a bike through the building if one of us didn't come with them.

I went with them and the cops chased us. I realized they were good (I'm such a traitor) and got the cop's off of our butts. We started speeding like hell (all 4 of us on 1 bike apparently) and she (goth girl) started arguing with me about something.

She skid and we slid, unharmed, to our destination (a kilometer or 2 away). On the highway, the scene started changing as she and her bf (Beast Boy) started arguing about her cheating with Cyborg (i think she's Raven). Cyborg and Beastboy live in a frathouse made of cheese with objects that talk. Then Cyborg answers the door, closes it on her face and she looks back really sadly

The end? I legit can't remember what happens after any of that 😭🙏

Someone save me from these dreams please. Also no I wasn't sick when I drempt ts.

Weird Dreams, Pt 1

All of these proceeding dreams are recurring- I don't remember when they happened

2 men have asked me(??) to be their wife in my dreams

(they believed i was their wife )

Lucas 😭💕

-blonde hair,

-sunken face,

-putple and white letterman jacket, runaway

-The L to (Patrick/Peter's) Light Yagami

(Only if L was a pushover)

- quiet, pensive, usually goes along with Patrick

- soft lips (??)

- held his head in his hands and cried when i took another bus to go home (we'd only known each other for a few hours)

- very easy to talk to, asked me good questions

- made my heart hurt with his vibes and smile

- it was craking dawn while we rode the bus, lights on

- i kept worrying about my siblings and why i was running away which made him sad (😭)

- looked beautiful in twilight (darkness with ambient bus light) and at dawn

- sat hella close to me (broad shoulders)

- literally everything to me (apparently)

(ngl Lucas in my dream is EERILY similar to a dude named Lucas who goes to my school (💀)- the irl Lucas is an asshole and transphobic so idk HOW he got into my dream but that's NOT!!!) who I'm thinking about)

Patrick

-Brown hair, squareish face,

-brown jacket and white shirt

-Alert

-loud enough,

-master planner,

-also a runnaway

-Wasn't too happy when i left (seemed distraught but didn't do anything)

- also talked a lot to me (there were no grown ups in sight except for the bus driver)

- midday was where he shined

- nervously happy puppy dog

- zoned out a couple of times

They didn't sit with each other

And i liked them both?

(I love lucas, I cried in my dream for him)

SatoSugu but it T4Tppppa

Fluffy/No Lemon!, GAY, trans Gojo, Trans Geto, technically Canon Compliant, doomed!yaoi because if I can't be happy then neither can you, T4T, fanfiction

Paring- Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto

WARNINGS- [Name/Pronoun] - when a character is called by their dead name or they are misgendered. I won't call them or make up a deadname for them, this is just to show you when its happening.

Red is for [Geto]

Blue is for [Gojo]

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Part 1

- it was so odd coming to Jujutsu High in Tokyo- such a big empty school, away from civilization in a way. it was nestled aways in the mountains. and at some point- you'd have to stop taking a car so you could walk the winding stairs on foot.

- 'this should be fun', was thought by a certain new sorcerer to the school.

- '[he] calls [himself] [Suguru Geto], and [he] has just transferred here from a different school in the city', spoke Yaga, one of the few teachers at the highschool. he said this to two of his pupils, Satoru Gojo and Ieiri Shoko.

- he had known both of them since they came to the school.

- Gojo hailed from the most prestigious jujutsu clan, the Gojo Clan, and was heralded as 'The Strongest' since his birth. he was the only sorcerer on earth who wielded the Six Eyes and Limitless techniques. as of now, noone was able to match him, for he was a greatly apt and skilled fighter. monumentally great and perfect at all things he set out to do. but even if those were the luxuries afforded to him by his title and skill- he was not free of the weight of the chains that shackled him to his duty as a jujutsu sorcerer.

- being the strongest, as one could only describe Satoru Gojo, meant keeping and holding and uplifting extreme expectations in the jujutsu world - at least, that's what Gojo was taught since birth.

- Ieiri Shoko was one of Gojo's closest friends. She was a sorcerer who was gifted with a great grasp of RCT, Reverse Curse Technique, and was on her way to becoming one of the greatest jujutsu technical doctors today. She was more aloof, as one could put it, than Nanami and Yaga combined. even so- she always found a way to put up with Gojo's attitude.

- Gojo didn't seem very interested in the new transfer student, so he didn't hear when Yaga had told him that he'd be the one to show [him] around the school. after Shoko left for something else, and after having repeated himself for a 3rd time when Gojo was listening- Yaga sighed, stood up and walked towards the window where he began to muse-

- 'Gojo', started the teacher, 'make sure you're nice to the new kid. make 'em feel welcome. i heard that [he] was kicked out of his old school for not only the misuse of [his] cursed technique, but also for something that seemed more... personal. hopefully you'll both get along. i'd hate to see someone feel as cast out as you did before.'

- the mention of the first days when Gojo came to jjh made him cringe. he tried to keep himself neutral to all things, but remembering the things he had endured before coming here was something he couldn't stand the think about.

- Gojo stood and bowed silently before leaving the room to find the new student. face stoney and uncharacteristic, he made his way through the almost bare balls of JJH. passing a few students that whispered and gawked at him in envy, intimidation and judgement. unfortunately for him, as much as he'd like to not admit it, almost everyone knew who he was before coming here. yet not a single soul even dared to confront him about it.

@arcielee @katkot333 @humanransome-note @sillyariii @numelfanclub

End of Part 1

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My first time coming across this Peice, truly magnificent, a work of art to be heralded by generations to come