#Happy Birthday GEGE!!!!!

[shanathegeekyartist]

Excuse my sudden disappearance but im back hi! Also happy birthday to this devastatingly gorgeous man we call Hua Cheng

[delzinrowe]

happy birthday to the bestest boy (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

[apparently-artless]

•◉ JUJUTSU KAISEN ✪ NANAMI KENTO ◉•

↳ dedicated to Adrienne (@feitanporter) || happy birthday!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[bibemiiu]

Birthday boy

[ethjayy]

pls wish him the happiest of birthdays, he deserves it

[ivoreene]

kinda last minute but.. happy birthday to nanamin!!!! :] I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

close ups under the cut vvvv

tumblr does not like the size of my images so a lot of them are compressed down.... higher quality ones on my twt and insta...... i know its bad practice but i want it crispy >:( JLKFDSFSDJKLKJSDF

debating just going on hiatus after this but i know i cant stay away... esp w season 2 TToTT might take a week off or something (even though the algo on twt will kill me LOL)

[justrustandstardust]

in honour of geto's birthday, i want to talk about the fandom discourse that paints him as a mother. he definitely has a degree in motherology (with a minor in babygirlism), but i also think it’s possible that gege is genuinely using his character to say something interesting about motherhood and maternity.

this post is inspired largely in part by @virgobingo's thoughtful meta on geto and monstrous femininity, which you can find here. i want to extrapolate from the trope of monstrous femininity and extend it to monstrous motherhood. (which @virgobingo also touches on; you should really check out their meta— it's awesome!)

geto's character is immediately established in a protector capacity, which is intensely reminiscent of the tropes that mothers embody in media. his whole thing is that the strong must protect the weak; it's his core belief. his character is premised around this belief, much like the way mothers' constitutions in media are premised on the principle that they'll go to any length for their children.

we're repeatedly shown his caring side during hidden inventory— he cares for riko, he expresses concern for gojo, he even asks about kuroi after he finds out toji supposedly murdered his best friend. it's made very clear that he's an outwardly caring person with a strong sense of duty. in this way, he parallels the textual role of mothers, whose function is to care and provide above all else. the repeated emphasis on his caring nature is what directly likens him to maternity, whose characteristic trait is tender love and care.

he also houses curses in his body. he unleashes them from inside of him, almost like children leaving the womb. these curses obey him and operate according to his will in a very parent/child dynamic. they are powerful, but they can only do what he tells them to do. he uses them to fulfil his duty according to his core belief: to protect the weak.

when he defects, his ideology fundamentally does not change— it just inverts. instead of the strong protecting the weak (the weak necessitating their strength because they can't protect themselves), now the strong must be protected from the weak (because the weak leech the strength from the strong, therefore rendering them weak).

nothing really changes; he still cares —fiercely— it's just in the opposite direction. he takes the tropes associated with motherhood and inverts them— he'll do anything to protect those under his care, including killing, because he wholeheartedly believes in fulfilling his duty as a protector (like a mother). his unwavering conviction and willingness to die for his beliefs (which are directly about those he's protecting) is the most flagrantly maternal thing about him.

toji's worm calls him "mommy" and it's not wrong. he takes in daughters and becomes the central figure of his "family"; his emphasis on family throughout the story (even as a youth) also speaks to his maternity, as mothers are often written as the binding emotional centres of familial structures.

after he dies, his body is taken over by someone who is Iiterally a mother. he embodies monstrous motherhood during life and after death, leading us to the question of what gege is trying to say about all of this. is caring too much a bad thing? does caring in one way open the door to caring in another? what happens when a mother's love, supposedly strong enough to lift fallen trees off their children, goes in the “wrong” direction?

there's also the fact that geto is male. i think gege is also asking us to reckon with how the tropes of maternity have been confined to women, showing us that these intense convictions and the depth of care attributed to mothers can apply to anyone, even (especially) if they are distinctly masculine. in doing this, he's also expanding the conceptual definition of motherhood, suggesting that mothers can exist beyond their provident care and one-dimensional duty to their beloveds.

geto's monstrous motherhood is an explosive reclamation of agency in a trope where women have been historically limited by the categorical imposition of maternity. it seeks to disrupt not only who we consider to be mothers but also what we consider a mother to be. perhaps the monster is not the maternal figure whose love turns vicious or violent, but us, who monstrously imprisoned them in the fixed role of "mother".

[hatsunemitskislobotomy]

“ 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨,

𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘥 ”

┊❛ 𝙞’𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙛

𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 ❜┊

“ 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘥 ”

❀° ┄───╮

its my little meow meow’s birthday 🥹

no hate but like lowkey if gege put me jjk kenny would’ve had to box it out with me before getting his grimy brain fluids on my pookie bear

matter of fact throw gege in the ring too— he still hasn’t payed for his crimes either

╰───┄ °❀

he felt filthy.

the taste wouldn’t leave, no matter how hard he tried.

“curses taste like a rag that was used to clean up shit and vomit.”

mission after mission.

day after day.

was this really how he was supposed to go on? being a sorcerer was a thankless occupation that was at the cost of his sanity.

his morals could only do so much to keep him from coming undone, a fraying thread— slowly unraveling to reveal something sinister.

and the taste— god he couldn’t get rid of the taste even if he wanted to.

satoru had asked him if he lost weight not too long ago, to no one’s surprise— swallowing curses does ruin one’s appetite.

sometimes he felt like he’d skip meals after a mission for weeks at a time, his companion practically begging him to eat.

he couldn’t say that this week would be any different. he just wanted to be home and away from it all, in the arms of his beloved no doubt.

————————————

with a click of the lock, he pushed open the door, dragging his feet.

immediately he was hit with everything and nothing. his senses went blank save for his hearing and sight, he was taken aback and then he remembered.

“hey sugu…” a pretty little head peeked around the corner

“is this your doing…?”

she smiled sheepishly before fully emerging from behind the corner, a steaming mug in hand.

“i’ve been working on it.”

her cursed technique, she was always humble about it. it wasn’t as flashy as his own or satoru’s, she’d argue that it wasn’t nearly as useful like shoko’s.

but at this moment, he couldn’t disagree more.

“i’m going to bring back your smell, yeah?” she murmured softly, passing the mug to him

and slowly his smell did come back, revealing the steaming mug to be the dark roast coffee— perhaps the one satoru brought back for him on a mission abroad a few months back.

the smell was overwhelming considering it was the only thing his brain could process, but not in a bad way. almost as if it was ridding him of the foulness that plagued him a mere few minutes before.

“y/n i—“

“you must be exhausted.” she cut him off with an apologetic smile

“i uh.. started a bath for you, some bath salts are in there to help— should be enough time for you to relax and then i’ll bring your taste back so you can drink your coffee.” she fidgeted, a habit she’d do when she rambled

his tired eyes couldn’t help but soften.

“you didn’t have to.”

“i see how missions take a toll on you suguru…”

“it’s my duty—“

“but at what cost?”

his eyes snapped down to hers. all this time he thought his inner turmoil, his resentment and bitterness that was festering— he thought he kept it well away behind his morality and sense of duty… and she just saw through it so casually.

she could see him.

his throat went dry as he tried to speak, she just offered him a smile.

“it’s the least i can do— now stop second guessing whether you deserve it, the water’s gonna get cold.” she mused before taking the mug back and disappearing further into the small apartment

and as much as he’d like to stand there and process, that bath sounded really nice.

————————————

he stayed in that bath until the water became lukewarm, she really had a knack for aromatherapy. the bath salts left a eucalyptus scent wafting through the bathroom as the water relaxed his aching muscles and the unrest in his mind.

he had dressed into something comfortable before emerging from the bathroom, pajama pants and a plain long sleeve, his hair out of its neat bun instead the raven tresses still dripping a little bit of water down his back from his lazy towel drying.

the rest of the apartment smelled warm and cozy, it usually smelled like this anyways but with his sense of smell heightened he could appreciate it more.

he made his way to the living room where she sat couch, waiting for him with another steaming mug of coffee.

“come, sit down here.” she tapped the spot with her foot

he took the invitation in stride, nestling on the floor with his back against the couch as he sat in between her legs.

she handed him the cup of coffee before trailing her fingers through his hair, gently working out the knots. he took a sip of the coffee, his senses finally allowing him to taste the bitterness of the drink.

he could stay like this forever.

“do you want to talk about your day?” she hummed

“there’s nothing significant about today, just another mission.” he murmured against the rim of the cup, staring into his drink that reflected his eyes

“you can’t say nothing significant happened today!”

he tilted his head up only to be met with a frown.

“what do you mean…? it was just another mission day…”

“can’t believe gojo was right about this.” her frowned deepened

“am i missing something…?”

“your birthday silly!”

he blinked a few times.

his birthday?

he checked the date on his phone, his lips forming a little ‘o’ at the calendar staring back at him.

so it was that time of year again?

“gojo said that you have the tendency to forget but i didn’t think he was serious.” she pouted

“now why are you upset?” he reached up from his position, resting a hand on her cheek

“because it’s your birthday— stupid higher ups made you go on a mission on your birthday!”

well when it was put like that…

“gojo and shoko wanted to throw you a surprise party after your mission but i remembered how overwhelmed you get sometimes especially after dealing with curses… figured a party was the last thing you wanted to come home to.” he couldn’t help but smile at the little detail she picked up

“they still plan to come by later with takeout and cake… but i suggested that you had some time to decompress and recuperate first and they were on board.”

“i don’t deserve you.” he blurted out

“well that’s too bad, i think i’m quite comfortable where i’m at.” she chuckled lightly, tapping the side of his face affectionately

“you’re always taking care of people, who’s gonna take care of you?” she let out a sigh, her gaze shifting downward in a pensive state

“y/n..”

“let me do this for you okay? then you can push me away and be your broody self—”

she felt the words die in her throat as she felt his grip on her arm.

“can i be greedy for a moment?”

“it’s not greedy if it’s for your sake.” she frowned a bit

he took that as a sign when he got up, with his knees to the ground he still managed to hover over her sitting figure on the couch. his rough hands cradling her face like precious treasure.

despite her eyes widening in surprise, there was no hint that she wanted him to back off.

“can i be greedy?” he repeated hoarsely, his breathing stilled after realizing their proximity

“with me, you can be as greedy as you want.” she whispered

and he was more than happy to oblige, feeling and tasting her warmth as he pulled her in, capturing her lips with his in a slow, sweet kiss.

all he could taste was her sweetness that complimented the coffee taste that still lingered on his own lips. a comforting contrast to the nauseating and despicable taste of his reality, a piece of his own little heaven, his sanctuary.

and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“happy birthday suguru.”

[rooksblvd]

oh to be loved by yuji

In honour of the fandom's collectively adopted child's birthday. In my head, Shibuya never happened. In my head, Yuji is happy. Call me Fushiguro Megumi, because I am irrevocably in love with Itadori Yuji too.

who gives you the best hugs

who is a major ass cuddler

who will hit a spider with a slipper if you're scared of it and then secretly have a mental breakdown over it when he realises that it must've had a family

who takes you on onsen dates

who insists on helping you wash your hair and more

who breathes in the scent of your hair whenever he thinks you're asleep (on him of course)

who's procrastibakes pies so good that make you want to inhale them all in

who cooks and looks hot while doing it

who will bring you flowers out of the blue because why not

whose love language is playing bread & fred with you

who is big fucking tease

"I love you" "Say it again" "Ugh, you're fun, I guess" "You guess? Damn do you slander everyone you supposedly fall in love with?" "Nope, you get special rights" "Oh? What else can I get away with then?" "What do you want to get away with?" A cheesy grin spreads across his face and you realise you might have screwed yourself up, uh oh!

who absentmindedly caresses your thumb when your hands are intertwined

who will play dumb only to rile you up and then make up by kissing you all over

who gets away with almost everything and yes, that might have to do with how he's a little cute

who insists you match outfits on movie nights

who will go on a rant mid movie about how poor the visual effects are and then spend the next half pestering you to explain how the plot developed in the time he was ranting

who asks for consent every time he kisses you, no matter how long you are together, he will look for a sign of permission every single time

who buys you the most random of things because they reminded him of you

who is just as good a listener as he is a yapper

who puts on the slayest of bangers when he cooks/bakes with you (Livin la vida loca being one of them)

who follows the sidewalk rule religiously

[elirium]

Happiest Birthday to Inumaki!!!!

[levi-s-br00m]

*Gojo making Megumi wear his uniform and glasses cause he is Gojo *

Gojo : Let's dye your hair white so you’ll look completely like me.

Megumi : With this treasure I summon.....

Gojo : Can you nOt do that for five seconds!!??

It’s not that good because I'm a little sick (and I almost forgot about this). Anyway HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO MY BOY MEGSS 🥳...I love this duo in every universe 💖

Thanks @astrowaffles for giving me an excuse to draw them <3

[sandumilfshou]

happy birthday megumi and reminder that december 22 is the winter solstice which in japanese is literally called "toji" im not okay

[randomprose]

and i will walk this world alone

shoko’s tears aren’t shallow, but their world gives her enough reason to grieve—shoko-centric [ao3]

Shoko doesn’t cry.

Never in public because what is there for her to cry about? Rare and special Reverse Cursed Technique user Ieiri Shoko, kept safe in Jujutsu High’s fortress, too precious and valuable to be sent to the field lest they loose the only person in her generation with the ability to heal and undo a curse’s damage. 

(What a way to be rare and special, but what good is that when she can’t reverse the damage done permanently? What good is her technique if she can’t keep her friends from setting up permanent residence in the campus graveyard?)

Never in the quiet of the dorms because Gojo and Geto have the habit of sneaking into her room and into her bed when the going gets the toughest, when the days and the missions will get the best of Gojo and Geto, especially after the incident with Riko. Shoko hears the silent sobs and the muffled screams after a nightmare through the thin walls. 

Not even in the morgue when the only ones who might hear her are the curses she’s dissecting to study and the people—peers, colleagues, upperclassmen, classmates, friends—she’s had to do autopsies on because it’s just her luck to have a rare and special cursed technique able to reverse engineer a curse’s effect. 

Shoko cries in the shower. 

She does it in the dorm’s shared bathrooms when everyone’s done for the day, and she knows none of her peers, all of them boys, would use the baths or dare step even in the locker area once they hear the shower in the third stall running for fear of being accused of a peeping tom.

It’s something she’s done since coming to Jujutsu High. Shoko’s tears aren’t shallow, but their world gives her enough reason to grieve.

But as far as everyone knows, Shoko doesn’t cry. 

Not where anyone can see. Not in the dorms where her friends are likely to seek out her comfort. Not in the morgue or the infirmary where there is no room for emotions and certainly not tears when a comrade is bleeding and clinging to life on the operating table or is lying cold and lifeless under a white sheet. 

So Shoko cries in the shower. The tears stop when she turns the water off.

—

When she was doing Haibara’s autopsy, she made the mistake of looking at his pale face and felt he throat seize just as her vision blurred. She promptly stepped out to compose herself and smoked half a pack of Marlboro reds before going back to finish the job.

After Haibara’s body was put in the incinerator and she’d had written her report, Shoko wept on the floor of the dorm’s third shower stall for the rest of the night until the water turned cold.

Her eyes were dry by the time of the funeral. 

—

In Shinjuku when she met Geto, Shoko had taunted him because she couldn’t quite believe what he was saying. She called Gojo in hopes to talk some sense into their friend and then watched him disappear into the busy crowd with nothing but a saccharine smile and a carefree backhand wave as a farewell.

Later, she would find herself forever wishing she had done more to keep him.

Under the assault of the shower’s cold water, she turned in her hand the lighter he used to light her cigarette with, a modest parting gift. It’s a Zippo with a matte finish and a small ‘傑’ engraved on the lower right corner, the same one he’s always used to light their smokes since their first year. Shoko was with him when he bought it after getting their first paycheck. 

Flipping it open, she ran her thumb through the flint wheel and watched with a dead-eyed stare as a small flame flickered before the water overhead quickly extinguished it.

Shoko wept, clutching the lighter close to her chest, and choked on her sobs as she realized she would never see her best friend again. 

—

When Nanami graduated and decided to leave the sorcerer life, Shoko cried in the shower of her college dorm.

She cried because she was sad to see him go but happy that he had saved himself. Yet, there was also a horrible part of her that was furious and disgustingly jealous because how come he got to leave but rare and special Shoko had to stay? Why did Nanami have the choice to go but Shoko was only allowed out to get a medical degree for formalities sake before being reeled back in? Even then, they still had a hold on her because she was still required to do shifts at Jujutsu High Infirmary and perform autopsies in the morgue in exchange for the school paying for her full ride to college and medical school—something that was also decided for her. 

On Nanami’s first day back as an official part of Jujutsu High’s staff, Shoko met his eye across the staff room and gave him a commiserating nod as Gojo slung an arm over his junior and attempted to give him a noogie. 

“You’re making a big mistake. I hope you know that.”

“You never left, Ieiri-san.”

“But you did,” Shoko said, sending him a wry grin. “And yet here you are again.”

She went home after his welcome party drunk and cried in her bathtub because whywhywhy. Nanami got out. He did the thing none of them could, so why did he came back? 

Yet she really meant it when she said, ‘Welcome back, Nanami. I missed your grumpy face’ but, god, does she felt horrible because even as she said it all, the while she was thinking, ‘I’m happy you’re here again. I know I shouldn’t be, but misery loves company.’

It’s tragic as it is wonderful, and to alleviate her guilt, Shoko paid for their tab on the first night they went out as colleagues.

—

When Gojo brought Geto’s lifeless body after the fight, Shoko didn’t cry.

She didn’t cry when Gojo laid out the body of their best friend in the morgue. She didn’t cry when Gojo dropped his weight on the nearest chair and pulled her against him in a bone-crushing hug, muffling his cries of anguish by burying his face on her torso and soaking the front of her shirt. She didn’t cry as she cleaned Geto as best she could after Gojo had let her go. 

Shoko didn’t cry when they decided to bury Geto because neither of them could bring themselves to destroy their best friend’s body, and she didn’t cry as she once again held Gojo’s shaking form as rib-rattling sobs wracked his body.

It happened a month later after she’d passed her report on Geto’s death, after the whole thing had been discussed and rehashed by the higher-ups over and over, after the rebuilding had started, and after Gojo had been sent out to a mission overseas. It happened after her shift at the infirmary, after getting her nails done that afternoon, doing some errands, and right after eating the first decent dinner she’d had in weeks. 

Shoko cried on a random Tuesday night in her bathroom as soon as she turned the shower on and the first drops of water hit.  She felt like an idiot going through the motions of cleaning herself even as the tears wouldn’t stop falling, but she stayed under the shower long after the hot water ran out. 

—

Shoko didn’t cry when she found out Nanami and Yaga died. 

With Nanami, she already knew the inevitable the day he came back to be a sorcerer. And Yaga—well. The old man has had a hit on his head since he stopped being the higher-ups’ lapdog. She’s just relieved neither of them ended up on her table.

The first and only time Shoko cried in public was when Sukuna had killed Gojo. 

Shoko has had a lifetime of watching her friends and colleagues die, but Gojo Satoru was always supposed to be the exception. The ultimate untouchable. 

The first tears that fell were more out of shock. They slid down her cheeks before she hastily wiped her face dry with a violent swipe of her hands.

Ui Ui and Kirara collected Gojo’s body from the battlefield and delivered him straight to her operating table. 

Time to put Ieiri Shoko’s rare and special cursed technique to the ultimate test. She was going to pull the Six Eyes, their generation’s Strongest Sorcerer and her best and oldest friend, from the jaws of death. 

—

Shoko didn’t bring back Gojo Satoru. 

It’s not that she couldn’t, but more that his spirit was no longer willing. He was content to stay where he is and Shoko could not resent him for that. Not after everything he’d been through. Not after everything they’ve been through. 

After the memorial, the Gojo clan collected their prized possession and Shoko let them without putting up a fight.

When she was done tending to the wounded and signing off autopsy reports on their dead, Shoko went back to the quarters the school had temporarily provided for her while the rebuilding efforts in the country are on the way. She strips as she went and stepped into her shower with the heater set to the hottest temperature. 

And then, finally, she cried.

Shoko cried for all her friends, all she’d lost, and all that remained. 

The mortality rate of Jujutsu Sorcerers is absurdly high and their average lifespan is laughably low. Shoko would never begrudge her friends for going when they did, but she just wished she didn’t have to be the one left behind, wished she wasn’t the one to disprove the statistics.

She wept and sobbed and wailed. The running water failed to muffle the sound of her grief reverberating against the tiled walls, her sorrow and misery echoing all around her. 

When she felt she’d cried all the tears she’d shed in this lifetime and was sure the water running down her face was only coming from her showerhead, she finally turned the water off. 

Shoko stepped out of her shower and wiped herself with a towel almost on auto-pilot. When she looked up to stare at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her eyes are dry.

Her grief perseveres—bone-deep and weary, heavy and suffocating, tucked under her ribcage forevermore—but the tears always stop when she turns the water off.

[shadesofsatoru]

solace.

- a comfort drabble.

As I was lost in my musings, a soft and gentle pressure on my lips brought me back to reality. When I lifted my eyes, I was captivated by his enchanting gaze. His eyes were a soft shade of blue, so light that they seemed to mirror the clear blue sky above us. His face was nothing short of breathtaking, with chiseled features that were both striking and gentle. And then, the most captivating part of all, was his smile. It was warm and sincere as if he was genuinely happy to be in my presence.

I leaned my head softly on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body enveloping me. Wrapping my arms around him in a sideways hug, I felt his hand pull me closer as we walked. The rhythm of his footsteps slowed down, and he came to a halt, holding me close. The touch of his fingers on my skin felt like a gentle breeze, soothing me and making me feel safe.

Our eyes made contact, and he looked at me with a reassuring smile, as if telling me that nothing in the world could go wrong. In that moment, it felt like time stood still, and all that mattered was the connection between us. It was of pure bliss, where worries and fears faded away, leaving only the warmth of his presence.

(ignore the tags)

[haichengtual]

last day of 16 scarey

[jokey05]

You think you are sad? Gege killed both Gojo and Geto canonically on my birthday 💀💀