Supernova

supernova

- stsgsk

summary. the brightest stars burn the fastest and they were just that. w.c. 1.6k

cw/ tw; terrible, terrible angst, death, descriptions of injury, satoru dies, suguru dies again, crying,

features; g.satoru, g.suguru, i.shoko, f.megumi, i.yuji

an; i was feeling sad so i decided to write this :p i lowkey think that the ending was a little not to my satisfaction but i didn’t know how else to end it. thank you for all the love on my last posts !! as always, comments, hearts, and reblogs are much appreciated !! enjoy <3

Satoru laid there.

The sun was low and casted an orange hue over Jujutsu Tech. It's been 20 minutes since the final fight and he was transported to his old high school where Shoko was waiting for him. He laid there, more bloody and beaten than he's ever been. Each breath left sharp stings through his body. Shoko is supposed to patch him up but he knows.

“I guess he this is it,” he mumbles.

What a life it's been for him. He's become the strongest man alive. Killed his best friend just for him to be revived and used to terrorize the world by the devil's spawn. He's defeated the strongest curse alive and immediately defeated said spawn moments after.

Now he's on his death bed.

To his right was Suguru sprawled out with his entire abdomen caved in and Shoko sitting there, working quietly and quickly. For a moment Satoru thought Shoko was foolish for trying to save them until he realized what she was actually doing.

Shoko was healing and removing the scar on Suguru's head.

Suddenly, an immense pressure of cursed energy weighed down the surrounding area. Satoru's eyes widen and look at Shoko when Suguru's body stirs. "I've been working on a Séance Technique but he'll last for as long as his body last," Shoko smiles weakly through her cigarette smoke, "You can thank me later."

Satoru stares wildly from Shoko than to Suguru when he feels a familiar presence emerge. He hears a sharp gasp and slowly the half-alive man next to him turns his head. His chest tightens and he breathes out a name that belonged to a man he didn't think he'd get to see again.

"Suguru.."

The owner of that name blinks a couple times as if he was trying to remember something. As if he was trying to remember who he was, where he was, and who the man looking so deeply into his eyes was. White hair and the strikingly blue eyes, looking into them brought back years of memories that left a warm feeling in his chest. A name fell through his lips before he realized who it belonged to.

"Satoru?"

The joy that blossomed in Satoru's chest couldn't be explained. He fought alone for so, so long. To hear the voice that should've been by his side all this time call his name brought a smile to his face, despite all the pain his body felt. The smile widens as he turns back to the sky. "Long time no see Suguru," he laughs.

"Tch. And here I thought I finally escaped you, Satoru."

Shoko stifles her own giggle. 'These two just don’t change do they...but I'm glad,' she thinks. There's tears in her eyes and her heart is prepared but it relieved her to see that her methods worked. She has spent every single break she had to learn and study and master it. In their youth, she was always watching the backs of her two classmates. It's been years since then but she never stopped trying to catch up.

And now it finally seems like she has.

"Are you guys seriously going to be like this right now?" She lights another cigarette, throwing the finished one to the side as she moved her feet so she could hold her knees closer to her chest. Satoru turns his head and sticks his tongue out. Suguru rolls his eyes, scoffing at how Satoru didn't seem to change.

It's like they were back to when times were easier. When the world was more forgiving and when youth filled in the bad with vibrant colors.

"How have you been?" Suguru breaks the silence with a smile facing the sky. A suprisingly blue sky in the middle of December. "Ugh, just terrible. Look at me I'm covered in blood and dirt. " Satoru groans sarcastically. Shoko exhales, "The both of you made quite a mess."

The long haired man deadpans, “Please, this hole in me looks like a bigger mess. And it's not my fault I got taken over by Kenjaku." He nudges his head at Satoru. "If anything, it's his fault for not properly dealing with my corpse." His mouth opens to say something but a choked cough and blood cuts him short.

Shoko takes another deep inhale of her cigarette.

Satoru coughs too but it sounds too dramatic to be real. "Stop smoking Shoko I thought you quit. I'm already about to die why are you speeding it up." She flattens the cigarette into the cement and shrugs. "Smoking reminds me of high school and you guys. I thought a couple wouldn't be so bad."

"You guys don't have a lot of time you know," Her tone is a little sad but still teasing, "I worked so hard just for you guys to nag." Suguru looks up at Shoko. To tell the truth, he's sure at least at one point in high school he had a crush on Shoko.

She's become prettier, he thinks.

Silence falls on them. There's so much to say and so little time they don't know where to start. So many apologies and so much time passed without one another.

As much as Satoru wants to be okay with his death and leaving with Suguru, he can't help but wish he could stay for just a little longer. What about his students, all the people he swore to protect, and what about Shoko?

"I'm sorry Suguru," Satoru whispers, "I'm sorry for not being there when you needed it."

Shoko's eyes soften, "Me too. I'm sorry for letting your corpse be taken by some ugly old man."

It's strange. Suguru thinks for a second and he closes his eyes. He could feel his breaths slowing but his urgency seems to be slipping away with each beat of his dying heart. "Stop it, it's weird. It's weird hearing you guys apologize like that," he chuckles dryly. "I could never be mad at you two."

Satoru grins and Shoko shakes her head with a smile. This was how it was supposed to be for the past ten years. It was supposed to be them against the world. Maybe for a trio like them, this was their fated ending.

"Thanks Shoko. For giving me another chance to see you guys."

"It's no biggie. It was the least I could do. Plus, we're best friends anyway right?"

"Yeah. We are."

"Hey! Where's my thank you? I kicked the Kenjaku thing out of your corpse."

"How are you still so annoying..but thanks Satoru."

"Bleh I should've let you just die."

"...”

"I'm glad I got to see you again."

"..me too."

Megumi knew he could only watch from a distance as the person who filled in as his father, his mentor, and his friend spent his last moments. Part of him wants to run over there and tell him to stay but he knows better than that. He smiles bitterly each time his teacher laughs with his two best friends by his side.

Yuji comes over and swings a gentle arm around Megumi's neck. His presence was comforting. Megumi stops and thinks, 'what was the thing that Yuji said? a "good" death is being surrounded by the people that you love? Something like that. Yeah. Gojo-sensei deserves a ‘good death.' Deep in his heart, he truly believed it. Even though his fists are clenched so tightly, his knuckles are white and he's holding back tears.

There was so much they wanted to say and do with Satoru. They still had to show him how they’ve changed and how they’ve become stronger. They weren’t ready to fight in this world without him. Above anything else, they weren’t ready to let him go.

The two watch as the man who saved them and multiple others talk and laugh and smile in his final moments. Though the two faces next to him weren't people they knew too well, they knew their Gojo-sensei was happy with them. Yuji speaks soft and slow, much unlike his usual self.

"You know what I think?"

"What?"

"They're kinda like supernovas."

Megumi pauses but he doesn't look away from the group in front of him. "Like when stars burn out and die?" The more he thinks about it the more he sees it. His teacher and his classmates were geniuses in their own way. In their youth, they must've burned like bright stars in a night sky they painted with their own hands.

"Yeah. They go out in a big boom and it's big and bright."

"…yeah, I see it. They’ve always said that the brightest stars burn the fastest."

All of sudden, Satoru moves his hand just enough to hold Suguru's. He smiles and makes eye contact with Megumi and Yuji for a moment. A moment long enough to say, "Thank you and you're welcome and I'm sorry for leaving such a big burden," and whatever else his eyes called out because Satoru's eyes always held so much in them.

Satoru says something to Shoko and she trembles. Suguru is turning to her too and she holds his hand, rubbing comforting circles on them. Megumi and Yuji knows. If the tension in the air wasn't enough, than the way their teacher turned to Suguru was.

Suguru turns to Satoru, his hand still with Shoko, and Satoru smiles.

A couple moments later, a wail rings through the emptiness of Jujutsu Tech. It's heart wrenching and raw and sounded so painfully lonely.

It's the sound of a cry that’s been held in for too long.

A long battle in the war of good and bad has ended. Who's to say that they'll ever be an end but the end of today's fight held much meaning. Love really is a tragic curse but sorcerers fight curses with curses don't they. Today marks the death of the strongest curse, the strongest villain, and the strongest sorcerer in history. Tomorrow marks a new day for the next generation and a step closer to their shared dream of a better future in the jujutsu world.

Shoko moves to sit between them and she pulls their conjoined hands in her lap. They died on the same day and she smiles. "Thanks for saving me an extra trip." She laughs through her tears. Anyone else would think it was a poorly timed joke but to them it was just right. They would've laughed if they heard it.

The sun slowly began to set and Shoko brought a hand to their faces, holding them gently. A thought rang through her head and the two students who watched with arms wrapped tightly around each other and tears in their eyes.

"They truly burned the brightest."

He is SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN MY GOD

He thinks he is an magical girl transformation 😭😭😭

Hello! Would you happen to have any recommendations for realistic anatomy books on humans (for art purposes)? A lot of the online anatomy references are very exaggerated and the models have only 'ideal' body types and don't depict any others (E.g. Online male anatomy references are extremely buff for no reason). Thank you for the help :)

I do have a small collection of anatomy-for-artists books, but honestly, those are also populated predominantly with people who look like living Greek sculptures. So, I asked around a bit for both book and online sources. Here are a few things:

Height Weight Chart -- A library that people have contributed multitudes of their own photos to. Some people took turnaround photos in form-fitting clothes. Some are just one-off snapshots of people in street clothes. But, both of those things can be useful in their own way, and there certainly are a lot of body types here. (Thanks for the link, Fable).

------------------------------------------------------ AdorkaStock -- Features a whole free pose gallery containing a really excellent array of varied bodies. The photos generally focus more on form than costume, and if anything, the extremely sculpted bodies you tend to see in other stock libraries are de-emphasized here.

AdorkaStock

Poses Archive - AdorkaStock

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Satine Zillah -- An expansive library of downloadable photo packs. Most of them feature athletic or thin body types, many are heavy on costuming, but there are some that focus on more variety if you take time to scroll through (elderly bodies, plus-size bodies, people with dwarfism, etc.)

satine zillah

Reference Photos — satine zillah

Comprehensive eshop full of reference photos for artists

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Morpho -- I know a lot of people swear by these books by Michel Lauricella. Morpho: Fat and Skin Folds in particular seems to cover some ground that a lot of other anatomy/pose lessons just skip right over. Looks like it's available as an ebook too.

RockyNook

Morpho: Fat and Skin Folds

96 pages | Soft Cover - with flaps, 4.75 x 7 in. ISBN: 9781681985046 May 2019 Print and eBook Bundle: $24.99 Print Book: $14.95 e

I hope that helps some! I'm sure there are other resources out there, though. If anyone has some solid recommendations, please leave them in the comments!

sleeping on the highway tonight

"What use are my six eyes when I failed to see your pain."

(Ver. 2) #satosugu #五夏

Reblog if you've ever cried over the death of a fictional character

watermarking shit as if people will steal it 😭✌️ ALSO that's kugisaki but she's kinda darker 😥