#NOW TIME TO PRAY FOR YUUTA

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JJK 268 SPOILERS

ITAFUSHIKUGI ARE BACK!! MY FAMILY IS ALIVE AND HAPPY!! IM SOBBING

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CURSED SPIRIT — y.o

⛤ curse! yuuta okkotsu x fem! reader

yuuta okkotsu being your one and only curse.

cw. smut. unprotected sex. creampies. multiple orgasms. groping. dry humping. public sex-ish. fingering. slight oral (f. receiving). overstimulation. thigh fucking. somnophilia. possessiveness. yandere tendencies. mentions of violence. +18!

wc: 1.2k

a/n: inspired by @deviants-forest work! etc. (go check it out) also happy kinktober! :)

Curse!yuuta who creeps up your back, his hands finding your waist and his lips tickle your ear as he’s whispering how much he needs you on a subway train to home. “Not now…” you whisper over your shoulder to him trying not to be noticeable by others who crowded you and payed no mind, too busy on their phones. You bit your bottom lip when he presses himself against your ass in one movement already having your blood rush like crazy. You try to keep your composure like nothings bothering you but yuuta’s hard on humping into you desperately, whining in your ear and his cold hands reaching under your shirt to grope your boob. “need you ‘s bad” he was always touchy, could never keep his hands off you.

Curse!yuuta who doesn’t mind your sorcerer friends as long as they don’t get too close. Your friends can sense the heavy weight of cursed energy from you, even if they got close it was too much to bare sense yuuta was around, the air would fill thick and negative. You could barely go out with them to eat without his fingers buried in your cunt and playing your clit. They would ask you if you were okay when your head is down on the table but you just excuse it as you were not feeling well for a second but yuuta is grinning ear to ear, amused how your well your taking his slender fingers, curling them inside and you can’t help but squirm in your seat acting like your stomach is just hurting though you were about to orgasm. “Please yuuta..” you whisper to him “Come on you can cum on my fingers..” his raspy tone sending you shivers down your back.

Curse!yuuta who watches an “old friend” hug you, his hands in places that shouldn’t be. After you would praise yuuta for staying calm but yuuta would give shake his head only because you would be upset if he did anything and simply gave you a warning “Next time I’ll break his arm” “You can’t be serious” you sigh, you always knew he was.

Curse!yuuta who clenches his fist watching some prick try to flirt with you in front of him knowing he can’t be seen. Even the second time you reject him you can feel yuuta’s anger grow by the second that in any moment he would take action. “I-i have a boyfriend-“ praying yuuta doesn’t get violent “I don’t see him?” His hand coming up to touch your shoulder now he’s on the floor shouting in pain, blood from his broken nose all over his hands, shaken up that he didn’t see anyone hit him? Was he going crazy? “Pathetic” Yuuta mutters luckily he held back a lot, he could do so much worse and this wasn’t the first time.

Curse!yuuta who gets anxious that you might hate him when you get into arguments. He feels like he can’t exist without you, he’s nothing without you and the thought of you hating him makes his heart sink and scared that he’ll be all alone. He didn’t care about anyone else he just needed you. The amount of times you got tired of telling him not to hurt people and you could handle the situation yourself. He’ll plead you not to hate him and apologized excessively. “We can talk about this tomorrow” his stomach sinking by the tone of your voice that it will all end up to you hating him. He couldn’t stand the feeling.

Curse!yuuta who wants to let you know how much he loves you and how much he needs you, praying you don’t leave him or hate him. He glares at you in your sleeping state though he can’t wait til tomorrow he needed you to know now. “Please don’t hate me” “i love you so much” as he’s softly kissing your neck on each side, peeling your panties off. The cold air makes your cunt clench at his sight. He’s kissing the inner of your thighs sweetly and his lips makes contact with your pussy and a small whimper emits from your mouth. “Yuuta” you utter half sleep thinking it was only a sex dream, you were a heavy sleeper at that. he’s burying his lips between your folds trying to get more like he was so starved. If he can just make you feel good you won’t be mad at him and you can forgive him.

Curse!yuuta who can’t wait any longer, his dick pulsating through his pants even how much he gets drunk off your pussy, he loves the taste of it every time but he’s rutting against the mattress. Brings your thighs together to slip his cock between, throwing his head back letting out quiet moans as his cock is rubbing against your clit between your thighs. Your eyelids almost twitching open. He spreads your legs apart and sinks his dick into you watching your pretty lashes flutter at the sudden pleasure of you being spread apart. “Yu..?” You begin to stir awake, he kisses your lips before you start to fully take consciousness. “I don’t want you to hate me” “forgive me please” as he’s thrusting harsh inside you and swallowing your lips. By the time your walls were the shape of him every time he used you so it was easy for him to slide right in, you were made for him and he was made for you was the thought that brought him comfort. His fingers entwines with yours, his cock continuously rubbing hard in your insides. “Yuuta!” You moaned beautifully in his ear, your hand clawing at his back, yuuta loved it, it didn’t hurt him because you could never hurt him he didn’t mind it.

Curse!yuuta not wanting to stop, he’ll never get tired of cumming and filling up your pussy. You’ll be overstimulated begging him to stop it was awfully much to handle, you couldn’t cum anymore but you did as he’s plunging his cock in your abused cunt. The choke sobs and sounds of squelching filled the room “Need you-need you tell me you love me…please f-forgive me..ah!” Rubbing your clit increasing more nerves. “I-i love you yuuta! Ah-I really do! I could never be mad at you” Your words lifting weight off his chest still pounding into you. Holding you in a warm embrace to finish inside you. When he did filling up your womb one last time with his string of cum, your nails dig into his back letting your last orgasms crash into you. You let out a cry into his shoulder, your body trembles.

Curse!yuuta who needs constant reassurance you’ll never leave him, placing gentle kisses on each part of his face. Even though he’s nothing but a curse to you, being invisible to the outside world, Has a hard time showing remorse it’s just what he does to protect you, he somewhat doesn’t know that but knows he can be a bit possessive he just can’t help the urges of anyone getting close to you or worse even laying a finger.

Curse!yuuta bending you over the counter in the morning as you were trying to make yourself breakfast, last night was rough you were a bit sore but yuuta still misses your pussy. “Just a quick one I promise! I miss you so much! I’m just displaying my love for you—“ he pushes himself inside your worn out cunt from last night once again, you whimper at the feeling each time he rolls his hips when his balls slap against you. His hands reaching to your tit, massaging it in his palms. You don’t think you could ever break the curse from yuuta okkotsu.

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN; TWO IDIOTS

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“move your bubble butt out the way,” yuuji instantly straightens his back and glares at you.

“yn, please im literally trying to make the house look presentable while you sit on your ass warming yuutas seat”. his comment earned a snicker from megumi, which yuuji made a mental note of.

nobara shuts the fridge and shouts from the kitchen, “you wouldn’t need to make it presentable if you hadn’t invited the whole population over”

you think yuuji may be your number one hater and supporter. clearly he’s trying to help you, but at the same time you feel non confrontational.

“speak your truth. yuuji and megumi are literally the reason the living rooms fucked up”

a few minutes after the four of you finish “cleaning,” if you could even call it that, maki, inumaki, and yuta show up. as they enter the apartment, inumaki glances around the place.

"so did you guys just decide not to clean or what?" this earned him a slide flying by his head, courtesy of yuuji. while almost everyone is engaged in their own banter now, you make your way over to yuta, praying that it's not going to be the awkward interaction that you have in your head.

you smile as you approach him, "did you bring the ice cream?" his eyes slightly widened as he brings his right hand up to scratch the back of his neck. "soooo," you laugh at his awkwardness, "i ended up buying it but my dumbass left it at the house"

"that's not a problem, we could go get it since your house isn't that far?" you suggested. "wouldnt we miss the movie?" his question is genuine.

"nah we have time. it’s not like they’d agree on a movie anyway." he shoots you a smile before grabbing the lanyard that hung out his sweats.

"guys, me and yn are going to get icecream, it won’t take long!" maki shoots him a look that tells him not to fuck it up. yuuji acknowledges yutas statement, "oh, can you get popcorn? there’s like one bag left and i know all of you aren’t willing to share"

"oh we actually weren’t—" you’re cut off by yuta, "we’ll get it, it’s fine!"

. . .

"why’d you agree? i was trying to save you the trouble." he cranks up the car, "it’s fine, besides, do you really wanna be there when they fight over a movie? shit gets ugly." "you’re right," you say in between laughs.

the ride to the store was no more than 10 minutes, most of it consisting of you flipping through songs, due to you not really knowing what he listens to.

after he parks, he raises both of his hands up and looks at you, "do not move." you smirk and raise an eyebrow at his actions, not really knowing what his plan was. that was until you saw him get out the car and go over to your side and open the door.

the smile was evident in your voice, "what are you, prince charming?" as you get out the car, he dramatically bows, "anything you want me to be your highness." this earned laughter from the both of you.

the two of you entered the store and right as the sliding doors opened yuta probably asked the dumbest question you've ever heard.

"we're supposed to be getting popcorn right?" truthfully, he was trying to make conversation after ignoring you for the past few days.

"jeez yuta, you drove us and you don't even know what you're here for?"

he gave you a grin, "i got us here safely, no? thats gotta count for something!"

as the two of you roam isles in search of popcorn, you find yourselves indulging in random conversations from embarrassing childhood stories to things your friends have done. it's effortless, the way you connect with each other, as if you've known each other for much longer than just a few weeks.

you spot the aisle that the item would be in, and reach over to grab his shirt to steer him into the aisle. his eyes widen at the gesture, clearly being caught off guard.

the two of you scan the shelves for a good brand with a reasonable price. you both decide on a box and head to the checkout.

"hey. you aren't slick, i saw you slide those kitkats"

you bring your finger to your chin, "hmm, i don't recall. maybe it's a ghost telling us we need to get them."

the both of you quickly got into the car and drove to his house to get the ice cream he bought. surprisingly it was a really quick stop, he told you to stay in the car and darted into, and back out the house.

by the time the two of you had got back, unsurprisingly, they were still fighting over a movie.

"yn, yuta, please settle this dumbass debate," nobara pleads.

yuuji obnoxiously says that it should be the conjuring, while maki counters and suggests spider-man, but more specifically andrew garfield’s.

"guys.. yuuji may be right for once. conjuring sounds good as fuck right now"

megumi brings his hand up to his hair, clearly stressed you picked opposite of him "dude just get back in the car you’re unwanted." nobara brings her hand to her mouth clearly trying to stifle a laugh, while inumaki has no shame and does it anyway.

"bitch? i hope your 'situationship' unadds you." this nearly made yuta start praise dancing. his thoughts ran wild of "i have a chance oh my gosh" "she just might fuck with me.." "never will i doubt maki again"

your voice brings him out of his chaotic thoughts, "yuta! pick one!" "oh uh, conjuring i guess? never seen it"

bad idea. he felt like he needed a life saving medical procedure, he’d nearly shit himself 3 different times. the only thing that made the movie slightly tolerable was you sitting on his left. yuujis sitting on the floor and whispers, if you could call it that, and asks for some of your popcorn. you respond in a hushed voice, "no! you should’ve thought about that before you put it on four minutes."

yuta must’ve not gotten the hint not to reach in the bowl, because he took a handful of popcorn from the bowl. "oh but you’ll give your little boyfriend some. fine!" he faces back toward the tv, only to be met with a handful of popcorn flying at his face from maki telling him to shut the fuck up.

the rest of the night went smoothly but somewhere in there you found yourself knocked out on yuta. during the credits, inumaki and yuuji were laughing at him for pretty much not moving a muscle.

you woke up to an almost abandoned couch, just maki sitting on the end. you quirked an eyebrow, "where’d the rest go?" "outside."

"i do have a question for you though," the little people in your head are panicking right now, "do you like yuta?"

you sheepishly smile, "uhm. . . yeah he’s a good friend i guess?" she gives you a look that a disappointed parent would give their kid, "you know what i mean."

"i guess? yeah. i probably started liking him when i streamed with him for the first time, he’s really sweet."

she hums in response, and right in time, nobara comes back through the door with toge, and yuuji, megumi, and yuta trailing behind her.

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how to (not) get the guy you want!

☆ step six ; impress him! not with looks but with food

cw - death jokes, long chapter

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6pm rolled around faster than you wished. you wondered if you could skip out on this ordeal to save you any semblance of face, just the thought about seeing sukuna’s scary—very attractive—face sent shivers down your spine.

it even made you think inumaki and yuuta actually prayed for you.

you shook the thoughts out of your head, your nerves really making you go stupid enough to even think that. with sudden vigor, you marched your way to the football field—obviously not without stopping at the vending machine on the way. what type of snacks like sukuna like? or does he even eat snacks at all? does he really eat women—

“okay, yeah. i’m losing it” you mumbled to yourself, dragging a hand down your face, practically glaring at the snacks displayed beneath the glass.

“um, excuse me.” you heard a voice behind you say. you flinch, whipping your head around and coming face to face with the exact same person you met—not really met but you saw them—the other day.

you squint. it wasn’t the one laughing, no, that was the other white haired one. the one you swore you hated even though you don’t know him. this one was the other white haired one, shorter and seemingly more mature than that other bastard.

“oh, uh, sorry.” you muttered, quickly stepping to the side. a wave of embarrassment flooding your body.

“it’s no problem. you’re on your way to see sukuna, aren’t you?” they glanced over at you for a quick second before pressing a few buttons on the vending machine.

you blink at them. how the hell did they know? was it written on your back? hey! i’m going to see sukuna after embarrassing myself in front of him!

“that look on your face. you’re wondering how i know, aren’t you? i remember you and.. what you did.” they cleared their throat before continuing, a sudden faint blush on their cheeks. “i’m uraume, a close friend of sukuna’s.”

you nodded stiffly, glancing around anywhere and everywhere to not look uraume in their eyes. “uh.. yeah.. i’m yuu, pleasure to meet you, i guess?”

you secretly cursed yourself for how awkward you sound. but could it really be blamed? the whole situation felt awkward, but if this was how one of sukuna’s closest friends, just imagine how awkward it would be to talk directly to sukuna.

“the pleasure is mine.”

your eyes discreetly looked at uraume, their eyes meeting yours almost instantly. scary! they had a small smirk on their face, arm stretched out and holding out the most pinkish bag of strawberry pretzels you ever seen.

(it’s like a unicorn designed the bag, when the hell did the school vending machine carry these?)

“before you ask, sukuna likes these. you should give it to him when you see him.” uraume explained, urging you to take the bag.

you took the bag from them with a slight hesitation. “oh, thanks. do you do this to all the people you run into that’s trying to get his attention?”

“no, just you unfortunately.”

“oh.”

uraume shrugged, no wonder they were considered one of sukuna’s closest friends. so cold!

“well.. i’ll be off now, good luck with sukuna.” uraume said with a slight bow, dismissing themselves as they brushed passed you.

—

after that fateful encounter with uraume, the time flew by faster than you hoped. a whole thirty minutes passed after you were supposed to make your impromptu visit to sukuna.

you weren’t a runner, the track team would’ve denied your try-out before you could even attempt. but today, you were. your legs carried you farther than your brain could keep up, as if you were running on autopilot.

it didn’t take long, reaching the field was merely ticking off one part of your list. you still had way more to do now.

the field was absolutely huge, bigger than you thought. luckily for you, it was fairly empty. of course it was, the football team was practicing, an actual game wasn’t happening.

even so, you couldn’t see sukuna anywhere. you were determined to see him at this point, you did not run a whole marathon for nothing.

scanning the field, you tried looking for that familiar tuff of pink hair. maybe yuuji was lying to you? that couldn’t be right, the boy had no lying bone in his body. maybe you were just too late.

“the hell do you think you’re doing?”

you’d have two pennies for the amount of times people jumpcared you from their voice alone. it wasn’t a lot, but the fact it happened twice in the same day is questionable.

the voice was familiar though, you whipped your head around (the risk of whiplash is getting higher!) coming face to face with that familiar scowl you’ve grown to be crushing on.

“oh! sukuna—uh, shit. here! uraume told me to gives these to you when i go and apologize again and i’m here to.. apologize again, for the other day but i don’t know if you forgot so—“

“you talk a lot,” sukuna interrupted you, a bored expression on his face. you were always told you had a habit of running your mouth under pressure. “i don’t care, ‘m over it. you came this way for nothing.”

you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “yeah, probably but it was eating me alive. just accept my second apology, please and thank you.”

sukuna shook his head, arms crossed over his chest. he stared down at you, totally freaking you out. you couldn’t make out his expression at all or gain any sense to what he was thinking, it was weird!

“fine, whatever. i accept your apology.” he finally said after an excruciating long beat of silence. “though, i hope you know there’s other ways of getting my attention than doing the shit you did the other day. remember that next time.”

that was it. he snatched the pretzels from your hands, smirking at the look of pure shock on your face, heading off to the other side football field to meet with his team.

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the flashes of light from the changing scenes cascaded over your figures, dialogue that fell on deaf ears as he pulled you closer, kissing along the expanse of your neck. you both could still hear the action sounds and the struggle of the main characters, it was a good movie you were sure of it, but nothing sounded better than being on your boyfriends lap.

you'd tapped out of the movie a while ago, the close proximity of you two and the flirty gestures brought you both to this point. maybe it was the pent up sexual tension between you two after having such busy schedules this week. all you could think about was how good it would feel to have his hands on you, all week. hell, he finished whatever he was doing so quick when his phone chimed with a text from you. little did you two know that the plans you had planned for tonight would fall through, just so you both could finally have what you really wanted.

the moment your eyes locked on his when he walked through your front door, you just knew that movie was gonna have to finish itself. the sly touches, hands that met your waist every so often for no reason at all, pecks that lasted longer than they should've, and a blazing core when he pulled you in to cuddle on the couch, you were in for it tonight.

now he was pulling you as close as you could be, his head angled up to meet your lips for another hungry kiss and his even hungrier hands pulling at the clothes that clung to you. your hands met his cheeks as his skin grew hot at your touch, intoxicated by the way you took charge this time around.

"i need you, i need all of you..."

choso, yuuta, suna, iwaizumi, SUGAWARA, kaneki,

is this ok? saw this format and thought i’d try, praying this doesn’t flop 🙏🏽

[manjiroro]

reunion

character: yuuta

content: fluff, gn reader

synopsis: you miss your dear boyfriend after being gone for his overseas training for too long 

wc: 1096

i love yuuta with all my heart so have this~ i’m sorry if it’s messy i’m still tryna get the hang of writing again </3 sorry for any mistakes and hope you enjoy~!

“D’ya miss him?”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you face the big bear sitting next to you. you tilt your head in confusion, not quite catching his words.

“Yuuta. do you miss him?”

You mouthed an ‘oh’ and let out a sigh, placing your cheeks in your palms.

“Of course i do panda, how long has it been? 3 months? Who wouldn’t miss him.” You huffed, staring blankly at inumaki and maki training on the field. 

Words cannot even begin to describe the love you’d garnered for the shy boy. The moment he stepped foot in class that day, he caught your attention and as time passed by, the harder you fell for him. Everything about him from his shy smile to his caring self, all of it made you fall hopelessly in love with him.

Confessing was a struggle however, knowing how attached he was to his childhood crush and curse, rika, you were afraid of how things would turn out, not only with yuuta but with his curse as well. Lucky or rather, unlucky for you, with the help of panda and inumaki, who pushed you to yuuta’s dorm that night, you managed to get your feelings off your chest. 

“could you guys just let me go already??” you whined, as you were hoisted onto panda’s shoulder with inumaki following closely behind him. These two idiots were forcefully bringing you to yuuta’s room at 3am in the damn morning all because you decided to tell them about your crush on the new student during break. Panda could barely contain his excitement and conjured up a plan with inumaki to barge into your room in the middle of the night to get you to confess right outside yuuta’s room.

“Okaka”

“Yeah, what inumaki said.”

You rolled your eyes at the two. You’ve given up struggling long ago, panda was gripping tightly onto you and you were honestly wrecked with exhaustion after such a long day. The only thing you could do now was to rehearse your confession and calm your nerves, because there was no way panda would leave you alone, not until you confessed to yuuta. 

Before you know it, your feet had finally met the ground. Panda had placed you in front of yuuta’s dorm, knocked, and ran to hide behind a nearby corner with inumaki. You looked at the two with wide eyes as they gave you a thumbs up. You gulped and prayed that yuuta would be too deep in sleep to even hear the knock on his door but it would seem nothing was on your side.

“y/n? What’re you doin here?” a sleepy yuuta asked, exhaustion and concern laced in his voice. Your heart fluttered at how even though he was abruptly woken, he still showed care towards you. 

“U-uh.. well.. It’s something stupid actually..” you were nervous, not knowing what to say as you looked down at your feet, hands fidgeting with themselves. 

“I’m sure it isn’t, you can always tell me.” the black haired male in front of you gave you a small, reassuring smile, and it makes you feel all fuzzy inside. You took a deep breath,

“I like you yuuta! I’m sorry for disturbing you in the middle of the night! Panda wouldn’t let me go not until i-” 

You stopped yourself, eyes closing, afraid of what yuuta’s expression was. 

“Y-you like me..?” yuuta stuttered. The silence was deafening between you two, you felt nauseous as your body was wrecked with anxiety of what his response might be.

“I.. like you too..” yuuta mumbled. You gasped, clutching onto the hem of your pyjama shirt as you stared back at him in disbelief. He nervously avoided your gaze and in the dim moonlight, you can barely make out the light pink tinting his face and ears.

“Really?”

“Really.” yuuta confirms as he steps forward, bringing your tense body into his as he engulfs you in a tight hug. You don’t hesitate to hug him back, finding out that he has been shaking lightly the whole time. Your smiled to yourself, finding him adorable that he was also as nervous as you were. In the corner of your eye, you see both panda and inumaki silently clapping as they mouthed a ‘congrats’.

But, not long after you both got together, he had to leave overseas for his training. You weren’t worried for his safety since he’s strong, following closely behind gojo, but your heart aches at the thought of him not being close to you. Sure you two would call every day, in the morning when you wake up and at night before going to bed, but it still would not replace his physical being, holding you close as he talks about his day. 

“It’s alright, i’m sure he’ll come back real soon.” Panda said, his large paw patting you on the back. You pout but nodded at his words, soon hearing someone clearing his throat from behind you,

“Ahem ahem, ‘m here to tell a certain someone that their oh so beloved boyfriend is back to visit.”

Your eyes widened, quickly scrambling to your feet to face your white haired menace of a teacher, “Really?!”

“Yes really, now go, he’s at the entrance.”

Dashing past gojo, you sprint towards the entrance of the school, too excited to finally see your boyfriend after months of just hearing his voice. 

“Yuutaaa!” You exclaimed the moment you see him from afar. He squints to see a small figure coming closer to him, it takes him a while to process who it is running at him at full speed,

“y/n?”

He opens his arms as you flung yourself into them, wrapping your arms around his waist so tight, burying your face into his chest as you inhaled his scent, a scent that brings you most comfort. He lets out a giggle and hugs you back just as tight.

“You- why didn’t you tell me you were coming back”

Not letting go, you tilted your head up to meet those dark orbs you love so much. But you weren’t expecting his expression to shift to a confused one.

“I thought gojo-sensei told you..”

“What”

“Yeah, i told him to tell you yesterday that i’ll be coming back”

The both of you stared blankly at each other, trying to comprehend what the other had just said.

“Oopsie, seems like i forgot” 

Said teacher stands behind you, sticking his tongue out and rubbing the back of his head. You narrowed your eyes at him, one day you’ll get back at him.

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Ra These notations coming from the seaside Ra I prayed that they’d reach me Rj Words that were recast over and over Rj I hope this love letter is written to me Ca In this freezing electronic world Ca That numbs even our hearts Ai What should I tell you and how can I convey it? Ai Could I maybe make you smile? Ra The hands of the clock tick by the minute Ca Every time we kiss, my heart aches again Rj We collect these precious memories of each other Ai And I wish we get to keep doing that “Sadness and joy, Let’s embrace them both together now” Someone once wrote that this isn’t a scenario It’s just the way things are So let’s leave a testimony that we once were “alive” With a love that pierces your soul But my words end up falling short Vanishing like the wind taking them away So please sing them with me by my side Ra Searching for paradise and hope Ra We keep pursuing this bumpy road Rj My scarred heart is still relying Rj On the tomorrow that’s bound to come Ca Why is it that people are always rushing Ca To this elusive place called “happiness”? Ai The impermanence of time makes the love grow cold Ai But I still wish we could share our tears Ra A dry rattling sound resonates in our ears Ca Denying this frozen heart that is getting colder Rj What are these limits of mine that I’ve yet to find out? Ai I set on a journey to uncover them Even though I know it’s unfair I believe in living on the edge Those unyielding feelings are still there Silently burning inside of me I set on writing my personal story But still, I’m holding the pen over it I hate being bored out of my mind So even if I’m just a clumsy dreamer I want you to say that you love me truly Ra You have to stay true to yourself to the end Ca The protagonist of your life is none other than you Rj Keep believing, believing in that dream you have Ai No matter what, don’t lose it Ra On the day we look back to the testimony that we were alive Ca On the day our lives come to an end and another journey begins Rj With you who I love, loved, and will keep loving forever Ai Let’s talk about the footprints we left behind “So for that future to come Let’s dedicate this song to our present moment” Someone once wrote that this isn’t a scenario It’s just the way things are So let’s leave a testimony that we once were “alive” With a love that pierces your soul But my words end up falling short Vanishing like the wind taking them away So please sing them with me by my side So please dream them with me by my side

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TRANSLATED BY:

Mia

LYRICS/COMPOSITION:

Agematsu Noriyasu (上松 範康) – Elements Garden

ARRANGEMENT:

Kasai Yuuta (笠井雄太) – Elements Garden

ALBUM:

LIVE EMOTION Theme Song CD -Single-

[mana-jjk]

I would love to hear your thoughts on inuokko post-shibuya. like how toge goes through the acceptance of his injury, how yuuta would help and be so supportive of him and also their reunion…just want to hear your thoughts on it! go wild! I love inuokko <3

oh my gosh anon thank you i have so many thoughts !!

feel free to send more asks about canon or au’s !! i have so many thoughts it’s insane i an incredibly not stable about inuokko and it’s a little scary tbh.

Post-Shibuya

• so i think it’s important to establish that the time between shibuya and gojo’s unsealing was 19 days. let’s just sit on that for a few moments, just a little more than two weeks.

• what gets me is that a week after toge’s 17th birthday, he is traumatically amputated and alone.

• i do think yuuta was the one to find him, having arrived at around 1:30 a.m. to shibuya. it’s heartbreaking in itself to consider, because even unconsciously if toge calls, yuuta will come barring nothing.

• yuuta is immediately dispatched to shibuya and everything with the culling games is happening so he doesn’t even know if his friends are okay and that’s the hardest part.

• waking up brings a numbness, quiet acceptance that’s been beaten into him since he was a kid. it was inevitable that he was going to severely injured at some point in his life. that’s why he didn’t cry or scream or even feel angry. he was just numb.

• going with the theory that his wraps were meant to contain curse residuals/poison, there was severe nerve damage that extended from the now stump to his shoulder and even a little down his abdomen. shoko tried her best to help him learn how to move again, but she was overbooked.

• every morning, afternoon, and evening, he was forcing himself to move and learn how to maneuver without his arm. he mostly fought with his legs and cursed speech, so he was grateful that he hadn’t lost either. no matter how much inwardly his heart wished otherwise. losing an arm did throw him off-balance so he practiced a lot in learning to fight without the weight.

• no matter how much shoko tried to convince him to rest, he couldn’t force himself to sit still, every time he sat down, he thought of yuuta and maki and panda fighting out there alone. the dead civilians stared back at him in his dreams. the feeling of a thousand cleavers sinking into his flesh pulsed. he couldn’t sit still, so he did what he’s been doing since his parents gave him up. he trained, he fought, he prepared to sacrifice what was left of his body.

• when they called forth everyone willing and able to fight, toge didn’t even hesitate. despite being a traumatized teenager just learning how to tie an empty sleeve, marching towards death was as natural as breathing.

• stepping into the meeting point, he’s in the mind of the soldier, focus on nothing but the next fight, trying to ignore the way his shoulder aches from phantom pain.

• surprisingly, it’s maki who sees him first. while she knew from yuuta what had happened, it still ached her own scars to see him. yet, boldly as everything else she does, she comes up to him and grabs him into a forceful hug. panda isn’t far behind, even with his reduced height. for a moment toge can do nothing but blink.

• yuuta is a breath behind, a mixture of overwhelming relief and devastation all at once in the blue of his eyes, wanting the other to be thousands of miles away but unable to shake his last memory of digging through the shredded remains of civilians, praying to find him whole.

• toge sees him, sees the distress in his eye and reaches out. his hand encloses around yuuta’s, and the distress melts into relief that spills down his face, a crybaby as always. at least that’s how it goes in his mind, past the way his shoulder spasms to do just that. it isn’t relief spilling from yuuta’s eyes, it’s a quiet understanding and grief that tears his heart apart.

• not so long ago, his presence brought relief, his strength was depended on, and he had the ability to at least wipe the tears from his friend’s eyes. all at once it hits him, the scars on his shoulder burn, the feeling of a thousand cleavers on flesh no longer there, the sight of maki’s burns, panda so much smaller, yuuta crying over him, always over him. his own bloody hand tying his tourniquet, not knowing where his friends are, not knowing where he is, alive or dead, hands digging through the debris, strangled breath, pain, burning, darkness, blood, smoke, debris, dead eyes, everyone was dead, why wasn’t he dead?

he didn’t save them.

he couldn’t protect them.

and after everything, that was what broke him.

• he cries, and as everything it’s quiet. the hitch of his breath is enough to send tears streaming down all their faces, just as he feared he’s inevitably cursed them again. it’s only a moment before maki steps aside and warm arms are wrapping around him. he cries until his face burns and his throat hurts from the hitched sobs, but yuuta with tears streaming down his face accepts every curse with open arms.

Recovery

• when everything is over, toge doesn’t really know what to do with himself. all he’s ever known was to fight and sacrifice and part of him thought he would die in the war. now that it was over, he couldn’t wrap his head around actually living.

• he spends his days trying to relearn everything he forgot, having been so focused on learning to fight that he hadn’t even considered what it meant to learn how to cook or write or even properly sign with one hand.

• through it all, yuuta is there, sometimes unbearable in his presence and persistent belief in toge. always watching, yet forcibly holding himself back from intervening after a stern talking from maki. toge failed in the simplest tasks, again and again, and sometimes he could only kick in frustration. but through it all, yuuta never left, never looked at him with pity. sitting and waiting like a golden retriever waiting for the word.

• the few times toge cried, like when nobara complained of being hungry and toge tried to shape rice but couldn’t get it right. he stood in the kitchen, tears blurring his vision, fingers twitching violently, unused to so much use. yuuta had walked in, took one look at him and wrapped his arms around him. strong and so familiar to the way he lifted him from the rubble. he didn’t say anything or trying to pull him away, he just held him as they stood in the kitchen, rocking gently on socked feet and smelling of fresh laundry. eventually toge stood back and tried again, producing a slightly bumpy but edible riceball. yuuta tried to make his own and sent toge into tears again over how absolutely clumsy and misshapen it was. with his single arm, he guided yuuta as best he could and returned the bashful grin yuuta gave him with something almost like relief.

• toge eventually got a prosthetic arm, one he could funnel cursed energy through, but the domain had left a number in phantom pain. a consistent poison stopped only by sigils and yuuta that felt like a thousand knives in his nerves. sometimes it was unbearable and left him wandering at odd hours with gritting teeth and pulsing nerves. he never liked waking anyone up, so yuuta ruined what little sleep schedule he had to ensure that rika always listened for the others footsteps.

• toge never told him, but yuuta’s reversed curse energy was different from shoko, where shoko was practiced and efficient like a bandage, yuuta felt like a warm hand over the injury that pressed until it was absorbed entirely. he never had a mother to wipe away his tears or even a sibling to pick him up again, but the way yuuta wiped his pain away made it seem as though it didn’t even compare.

• the first time toge cooked alone, yuuta cried at the first bite even as toge teased him for being a baby. later, he would gently hold his shaking hand that twitched with exertion with a reverence that shook toge to his core. sometimes the care he treated toge with scared him, so afraid to give yuuta, warm and kind yuuta, the broken pieces of himself. but sometimes yuuta made him feel like he wasn’t broken, that he was something precious. kindness and love that so warm and encompassing, it terrified him.

• it’s through shoko he hears that yuuta is considering going abroad again. despite everything he’s been through, the idea terrifies him like nothing else. still trying to learn how to live, he never considered a life without yuuta in it.

• so he hides, shutting down with all the willpower he had to recover disappearing with yuuta. every time yuuta knocks, he burrows deeper under his covers, willing himself to disappear like he should have before.

• he should’ve known that the people around him never seemed to understand why it would be for the better. maki shoves open his door, drags him out, and drills in his head once again that he lost his chance to escape the day he stepped foot in the school. he loves them, loves them more than any word could describe, and their love in turn aches like an open wound but at this point he can’t imagine living without them.

• yuuta finds him later, sitting outside in the garden he always found comfort in. it’s quiet when yuuta kneels in front of him, taking his hand with a kind and dopey eyes with a soft smile that he must know always strikes a cord in the other, “i am considering going abroad again,” he says, a juxtaposition of healing and breaking him apart again and again.

• “and i want you to come with me.”

• toge was a weapon as far back as he could remember. what the higher ups demanded, he obeyed. he lost his entire life to being that weapon, destroying himself and learning to never yearn for more. he never imagined he’d get to experience what others did, never thought he’d see the outside of japan. never thought he’d live long enough to consider it. but here yuuta was, offering him not only to shatter the perception of what his life should have been, but offering to spend his own proving that idea wrong every day.

• there was no sign or words to convey that feeling, the fear and hope that settled heavily on his chest. the weight of the world crushing him a little more everyday. the coward in him told him to shake his head, to stay where he knew and never leave. but didn’t he have to eventually? well into his third year, he never considered what came after.

• nobara and maki were getting an apartment in the city, permanent partners in missions, in life. panda was continuing yaga’s work, learning how to live on his own for the first time, navigating a world not built for him. yuuji and megumi were still figuring out how to live through their trauma, but they had each other and talked frequently about finding their own place after graduation. everyone was moving on, even if they always had a place for one another.

• “you’re the reason i can wake up everyday and believe that it’s okay for me to be alive,” yuuta says as if he doesn’t already have his heart in his hand, “please let me convince you the same.” and toge was helpless but to agree.

[dark-mnjiro]

[at the] bottom :: okkotsu yuuta

authors’s note: hello! This is my own submission for my “Touch of Divine Rush” collab that I ran! I apologize I’m a day late. With my grandmother’s passing - it was very difficult to focus on any projects without getting emotional. I hope you all enjoy this!

warnings: yuuta x gender neutral!reader, they/them pronouns, retelling of orpheus and eurydice, sprinkle of sukuna x afab!oc (aruna from my crown of thorns series), sprinkle of retelling of hades and persephone, angst, mentions and depictions of death, hurt/loss, comfort, yuuta not listening to directions to save his life, this is probably one of the more tame fics I’ve written but I’m super happy with it

so will you wait me out

or will you drown me out

“Yuuta!”

Panting and sweat dripping from his brow, Yuta shot up from his place next to the fire. How long has this journey gone on now? One day? Two? Three? He had seemingly lost count the further he journeyed into the underworld. Your voice was the only thing that kept him hoping and praying that this wasn’t for nothing.

He stood up before using the heel of his boot to extinguish the fire and grabbed his katana, securing it on his back. A sick feeling bubbled in his stomach. He knew he would have to fight to save you. But who could survive fighting the devil?

As he journeyed further, darkness seemingly surrounded him. The torch he used to give him light offered little assistance. It seemed the tunnel was growing longer with each step he took… and took him further down to hell.

Your name fell from his lips with a light whisper.

Your name was like music to his ears, causing a smile to curl over his lips. The sheer light in your eyes was enough to sustain him for life. With you, life seemingly made sense to him and he had a reason to continue, to keep fighting. It was as if life had meaning, had a purpose, again. Yuuta couldn’t just let you slip away so easily. He had to fight. For you… For both of you.

He called out your name again.

His voice grew louder as it echoed against the cave walls. A sigh fell from his lips as he reminisced about the last time he had spoken to you. Your hair caught in the breeze and the smile on your face only made the sparkle in your eyes even more pronounced. The way his name so easily slipped past your lips, like a chorus that constantly played over and over in his head. And almost within an instance - you were stolen from him.

Crying out your name, his voice echoed against the cave walls as he heard low growls echoing back toward him. He knew he was growing close as he slowly made out the large silhouette of what he would consider a monster.

“Cerberus,” he whispered to himself. He would have to stay quiet to sneak past the beast that guarded the gate to Hell. As his eyes strained at the darkness, he made out the yellow eyes of the three-headed dog before white teeth gleamed in the darkness. He tossed his torch aside, snuffing out the flame to confuse the beast before rushing into the darkness. If he made a run for it now, while it was confused by what direction he was coming from, he could seemingly get past it.

Or so he thought…

The beast’s massive paw came colliding with Yuuta’s body before sending him flying back against the wall. A low groan of pain emerged from the youth before he forced himself onto his feet. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as he wiped it away with his thumb.

“Clever beast,” he commented before grabbing his katana.

Yuuta rushed toward Cerberus before managing to stop its claws from striking him again with his katana before sending the blade through the flesh of the beast’s leg. Blood seeped from the wound, covering Yuuta’s face before the animal howled in pain and thrashed about, using its strength to try and take down Yuuta. Thankfully, Yuuta was able to dodge the onslaught before using the katana to injure the other leg.

“Stop!”

His body froze in place at the intruder.

“Stop it,” the voice was softer this time before Yuuta managed to make out a pair of red eyes.

“Who-?’ he asked, realizing the voice was feminine.

“What is a human doing here?” she asked.

Yuuta could feel the color draining from his face. It couldn’t be her.

“Answer me,” she hissed as the crimson in her eyes only darkened. “What is a human doing here? Get out… that is your final warning.”

It was the queen of hell herself. The lover of the devil. Perhaps, she would listen to his words.

“A-Aruna,” he began. “I’ve come here in search of my-”

Her red eyes narrowed. “... your lover is dead. You cannot save them. Not anymore,” she hissed. “Turn around and leave, mortal. You are not ready to be here.”

Her words made his stomach fall to his feet. It was impossible. “I want to see him.”

“He’ll kill you.”

“Then I’ll be with them.”

A heavy sigh left her lips as her gaze softened at his words. “You shouldn’t be in such a rush to die,” she commented. “Come…”

The walk was silent as Yuuta’s gaze stayed fixated on the dark queen in front of him. It seemed the rumors were true. She was cold and distant… it was said that her forced marriage to the king of the underworld only seemed to fuel her bitterness toward the world.

Aruna opened a door before walking inside. She signaled the guards to hold the door open so Yuuta may enter. His dark eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. Sure, it was dark - a perfect place for a king of the underworld, but it was filled with blazing torches and several extravagant decorations to flaunt the God of Death’s lesser-known titles of dealings with money.

“My queen…”

Aruna paused before looking up.

“What have you brought to me?”

“A mortal was found wandering the tunnels.”

Yuuta stepped into the room before looking up and seeing the God of death, the king of the underworld, leaning back on his throne with a smirk curling over his lips.

“He wishes for an audience with you,” Aruna explained before Sukuna motioned for her to approach the lesser throne next to him. Without question, she took her seat before a sigh fell from her lips.

Sukuna rested his chin in his hand before his red eyes flickered to his wife. “…for what? That silly dead-“

“I ask you to allow them to live. Let them leave this place and live out their days with me—!”

The grimace on Aruna’s face was enough to silence Yuuta as he knew he had made a grave mistake.

“Your lover is dead,” Sukuna spat. “A lost soul. You can’t get them back…”

“Please. There must be a way. Anything. I’ll do anything.”

The king of the underworld’s attention remained fixated on Yuuta before noticing his wife’s posture tensing in the seat next to him. “Anything you would like to say, my dear wife?” Sukuna asked, leaning into Aruna’s ear.

She turned to face him. Her face remained emotionless but the pain in her eyes was evident. “I think we should hear his case,” she whispered.

“…you sympathize with him?”

“He loves them,” she countered. “That much is clear. Why would he make such a treacherous journey if he did not truly love them? Let’s at least hear him out before you cast judgment.”

The smirk on his lips spread before running a hand through his queen’s fiery, red locks. “Boy…” he commanded. “Step forward. You may speak. You have my wife to thank.”

Yuuta was confused. Why would the queen of the underworld be so eager to hear his pleas after being so callous to him? Swallowing hard, he looked up at their thrones.

“Why?” he asked, quietly.

She was quiet for a moment, glancing away before returning her attention to him.

“Once upon a time,” she whispered, beginning a tale that sounded oddly familiar to Yuuta. A young goddess had grown weary of the life she was promised by her mother. She was to remain pure, untouched by any man or celestial being, and bring forth the spring each year. Everything had been so carefully calculated for her - the young goddess had no control, no say in her happiness… her own life.

The young goddess enjoyed her time away from her mother. And one day was seduced by words and promises to pull her away from the life that had been so carefully laid out for her. Quickly, she had agreed, disappearing into the darkness with a god, who promised her riches and a title no one could rival.

“And haven’t I showered you with more love and gifts than you could want?” Sukuna asked, his eyes fixated on his queen.

Yuuta was right.

This was her story…

She remained unmoved, staring at Yuuta. “She was seduced into darkness too soon. Perhaps, it’s too soon for your lover as well.”

Sighing, Sukuna stood up. “Speak.”

His body tensed, as the energy in the room shifted. “They-they were murdered,” Yuuta explained. “Taken before their time. The fates would never wish a fate so ill on any mortal. A monster slayed them…”

“A monster?”

“A centaur…”

Aruna’s gaze softened. “It pursued them?”

“And when they refused - it murdered them… I found their body… massacred.”

“Sukuna-”

His hand rose to silence his queen before staring at Yuuta once again. “You are correct the fates would not allow a mortal to die in such a fashion by such a creature,” he explained. “But, taking a soul back from the underworld is no easy task.”

Shaking his head, Yuuta shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I’ll do anything.”

“I’ll allow you to lead their soul back,” Sukuna explained. “Under one condition.”

“Anything!”

“You may not look upon them once you begin your journey until they step out of the shadows and escape to the outside world,” he explained. “If you do… their soul is mine for eternity.”

“Sukuna-”

“Silence Aruna.”

Aruna sighed before looking away from him.

Sukuna returned his attention to Yuuta. “Do you understand?”

“…yes.”

Snapping his fingers, a figure appeared in front of Yuuta. His eyes widened before rushing toward you, encircling his arms around your body. Confusion washed over your expression, wondering just how you arrived here or why Yuuta was even here.

“Yuuta?”

His heart swelled at the sound of your voice saying his name in such a tender way before his grip on you tightened. “I’ve…I’ve come to take you home,” he whispered into your ear.

“Home…”

“Just remember our deal,” Sukuna interrupted.

“Of course,” Yuuta replied before turning away from you.

You were confused again as Yuuta refused to look at you again. “But Yuuta?”

“I’ll explain when we get out of here,” he assured you as he began walking away and motioning you to follow. Quickly, you followed trying to match the pace of his footsteps.

A sigh fell from his lips. Your footsteps… a reminder that you were still there. As long as he could make out your footsteps, he knew he could complete this challenge.

But the god of death wouldn’t give in so easily… Whispers of the dead began to fill the tunnel as Yuuta continued his long journey back with his lover in tow. He blinked, before shaking his head lightly. The whispers were becoming louder - harder to ignore. His lips fell into a frown.

“Yuuta…”

There it was. Your voice. Relief washed over him immediately.

“I’m right behind you Yuuta,” you continued.

“I know. I know.”

He strained his ears to listen to your soft footsteps, counting each one. One and two. One and two.

Are you sure they’re there?

Frozen, Yuuta stopped in his tracks.

He lied to you. He would never let anyone go.

The taunts were growing louder. Rubbing his head, Yuuta forced himself to keep going. Doubt began to fill his mind. Was she there?

“Yuuta,” you said again. “I’m right behind you.”

His steps faltered for a moment before a sense of relief washed over him again. Your voice managed to soothe the nagging sting s of doubt clouding his mind. You were there. Your steps were there. One and two. One and two.

Bright light flooded the tunnel, blinding Yuuta as he shielded his face with his forearm until his sight adjusted. The exit. Was it the exit? He took off in a sprint, knowing this hell was finally over.

“Yuuta! We did it!”

Your cheers were like music to him as the warm sunlight hit his pale face. A sigh fell from his lips before excitement filled his body. Quickly, he turned around to greet you. But what he hadn’t realized…

You hadn’t stepped out of the shadows yet.

“Yuuta… no.”

The light in your eyes before your body collapsed.

“No!”

Rushing to your lifeless body, Yuuta cradled you close to his chest. How could he have been so stupid? Tears flowed freely from his eyes before his body shook in remorse. How could he have done this to you?

He was so close.

And with that, the years passed. His body grew weary and tired. But not once did he forget about you. He embraced the idea of death, knowing you would be there to greet him one day and you could live out the dreams you once had planned for yourselves.

“Yuuta?”

His eyes widened before realizing he was standing in a beautiful garden, surrounded by flowers and trees. The blue sky above him was so peaceful that he couldn’t help but smile. He raised his hands, realizing his body was no longer frail, but young and strong again. Was this what death was truly like? What a magical place this was…

He heard his name again.

But the voice that spoke his name so gently, it couldn’t be…

Your name fell from his lips as he looked to see you standing with your arms outstretched wide.

“I’ve been waiting for you…”

He rushed toward you, embracing you tightly as a giggle bubbled from you.

“Welcome home…”

i can wait for you at the bottom

i can stay away if you want me to

i can wait for years if i gotta

heaven knows i ain't getting over you

[cursedvibes]

Hello....Do you mind if I ask your top 5 (or top 10) favorite moments from any media that you love (books, anime/manga, tv series, movies, games, etc)? Thanks if you want to answer. Sorry if I ask too much....

You're not asking too much, thanks for this opportunity to ramble about stuff I love :D I'm gonna restrict it to recent stuff I read or watched and one moment for one series to make the scope not quite as big. Since I've been mainly a jjk blog the past years, I'll start with that...

JJK - Baka Survivor Arc

It's hard to pick just one moment from it. There's lots of stuff I like. Takaba's backstory and him reflecting on his life and goals, the reality bending in ch 242, Kenjaku calling Takaba their partner. But I think the one moment I like the most is when they play in the sea and Kenjaku notices that they are actually enjoying themselves, more than they have had in decades. I just love the easy flow of the scene and how soft both Kenjaku and Takaba are drawn there. It was really a pivotal moment for both of them and a big part why this mini-arc does make quite a satisfying ending for Kenjaku's and Takaba's character. Also very telling that Kenjaku immediately tries to stifle those feelings as soon as they become aware of them, an age-old habit by now. Except Takaba isn't that easily shaken off. A close second is the end of their comedy routine right until Yuuta cuts off Kenjaku's head and they keep staring at Takaba. It's where they are most honest about how much they mean to each other and how they have helped each other. Kenjaku realizing Takaba made them weak, but not regretting their actions one bit but instead reminiscing about the good time they had with him still makes me insane. Chapter 270 made it even better because no matter who the person with Takaba is, it proves that he was just as deeply affected by this fight as Kenjaku was and Kenjaku really is the perfect partner for him. He can't even imagine someone else fitting that role this perfectly. I'm glad he got his happy ending and is pursuing comedy again while having fun.

Houseki no Kuni - Phos forcing Kongo to pray

Phos' and Kongo's relationship generally makes me insane, but this is one of my favourite interactions between them. It's such raw emotion. Phos feels betrayed - by everyone but most importantly Kongo, who they cared for so much. Then after having spend years as nothing more than splinters of stone, they return to a semblance of a body thanks to Kongo's meticulous work and care for them. He was the reason they ended up like this, but he also gave them new life. Except Phos is too broken at that point to really process it and so they try to hurt Kongo the same way he hurt them, forcing him to end it all. Except it's all in vain. And then, when they manage to meet up with the rest again, they realize just how much Kongo loves them and that he never stopped loving them despite what they did and are trying to do, which only drives them more insane. Man it's just...I don't know what to even say. This part of the story perfectly shows how toxic Kongo and Phos are for each other despite or especially because of how much they care for each other. It's just beautiful. Both broken, both wanting to push the other to perfection but only hurting them in the process.

Fool Night - Mukuru's Backstory & Death

Fool Night is full of dark personal stories, but Mukuru's is the most tragic we've seen so far I would say. He was just a kid driven by survival instincts and love for his sister, which eventually got twisted into hate. He simply had the misfortune of being born in Austercity and having no adults to teach him the way of the world. He only had himself to rely on and also had to protect his sister. Most cruel I find that their little glimpse of happiness, his sister wishing for sweets is what ultimately was their downfall. No adults bothered to care for them, so they didn't know the snow was contaminated and therefore deadly. Nobody taught them how to read, so Mukuru didn't know that in some places you simply can't breath the air. It was so heartbreaking to see the doctor trying to explain to him that some air lacks oxygen and is therefore not breathable for humans, but he doesn't understand because he lacks the entire scientific concept of how our world functions. His sister wanting happiness by making candy out of snow killed her and him trying to make more money to help her with her illness permanently immobalized his body, giving him no option anymore to make money, meaning his sister will suffer and he will eventually die. All because of a lack of education. Knowledge is technically not something you are born with, but due to the circumstances of his birth he was unable to grasp it.

Imagination is also something he couldn't afford. He had to survive, he had his sister to take care of, he couldn't slack off and the imagination of his sister killed them. However, in the end, when he is released from all responsibilities and suffering, he finally has the time for it. He only discovers imagination when he doesn't constantly have to fight for his survival, which is very realistic. He suffered more than anyone, was used, his love twisted, but after his death it is implied that he gained enlightenment. He is finally free, he is connected to the entire world, he has the power to form his reality with his imagination like he never could before and most of all he has the opportunity to have fun and simply be a child. No responsibilities anymore and no pain. I also found it fascinating how wholeheartedly he embraced the connection with the world this enlightened/semi-dead state gave him. Toshiro was overwhelmed by it, but to Mukuru it was freedom and what he had always longed for.

As tragic as it is, I am glad his character arc ended with this that despite everything he was able to attain happiness and "live" to his heart's content. He is one of my favourite characters of the manga and his story moved me.

Naruto Shippuden (anime) - Kakashi Anbu Arc

This arc perfectly shows the things I like most about Naruto as a series. You have a fairly realistic look at PTSD, the dark underbelly of Konoha and the whole shinobi system that hurts children and if they survive turns them into broken adults, political infighting inside Konoha, the conservative faction fostering only more war and repressing and indoctrinating their own people...and then also things like Yamato's backstory, more info on Root and Orochimaru being creepy and living their mad scientist life. One of my favourite Naruto scenes is when Kakashi and Yamato investigate an old hideout of Orochimaru's. He isn't actually there, but you can feel his presence everywhere. We don't see much of his experiments, just the broken leftovers and that is what makes things even more unsettling. It's such a tense scene because you don't know what lies ahead and your brain fills out the blanks of what horrible things must have happened at that place. It looks even mundane in parts, with regular desks and paper work, but the fact that this existed next to human experiments makes it even more grotesque. Investigating abandoned facilities like that is one of my favourite genre/tropes of horror.

Something I've also come to appreciate on a recent rewatch is how it fleshes out Kakashi and Gai's relationship. We know Gai was pretty much a constant presence in Kakashi's life, but this arc shows just how much he cared, how he tried to help Kakashi as best as he could and was pretty much the only one always concerned for him and his mental health. Everyone's like "Well Kakashi was always the quiet and gloomy kind, he'll fit right into ANBU. The fact that he does well on missions means this is good for him." To which Gai emphatically objects and says Kakashi isn't any more suited or has more darkness than he has. Especially the last part is important. Kakashi is traumatized, but that doesn't mean he always has to stay in that dark mental place or that it represents him.

House of the Dragon - Dance of the Dragons

The end of S2E5. The reason I love this so much is not only the cool dragon fight, but how much gravity it has and how we don't lose sight of what consequences a fight between dragons has for the average human, even a soldier. Something I like about House of the Dragon in general is how much weight the dragons have. They affect the environment around them, they all make different sounds and have recognozable shapes. Any time Vhagar moves, the earth shakes and when she flies it's like watching an airbus take flight right in front of you. These shots of her just carelessly stomping through human allies and enemies alike always gives me chills. That is a true force of nature and this episode shows it most perfectly. The soundtrack makes these moments even more magnificent and imposing. Even with the relatively small screen of my laptop, Vhagar and Meleys moving makes me hold my breath.

And then the aftermath of the fight is so wonderfully terrible. The Greens should be cheering for taking down the biggest and oldest dragon their opponent had at the time, but it has been just as devastating to them. For the average soldier, this is nothing to cheer. They could die, not in a battle against other soldiers, but merely as colleteral and because they happened to stand in the wrong place at the wrong time when a dragon passed them. Even the ones who survive have massive burns they might never recover from. The lone flag bearer falling to ashes is such moving imagery. If dragons fought or someone dropped a bomb on the field, it makes no difference to them. It's House of the Dragon at its best.

[twilightmalachite]

2×2 - Prologue 1

Author: Akira

Characters: Hinata, Yuuta

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(…I’m getting kinda sick of this already.)"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: 2×2 Program Set

ES’ first year of establishment. Late March, the site for filming 2wink’s namesake program; 2×2…

Hinata: “And 2×2 (squared) begins again today!”

Yuuta: “This is our street where we rule!”

Hinata: “Talk about needlessly rap-like~☆”

Yuuta: “We’re in top form~♪”

Yuuta: (…I’m getting kinda sick of this already.)

Hinata: (What’s with my brother all of a sudden!?)

(You okay? Not enough excitement? I mean, you’ve been way mentally unstable lately!)

(Onii-chan’s worried. Let’s be more enthusiastic, okay? We’re about to launch our long-awaited namesake program for 2wink at long last, aren’t we~?)

Yuuta: (It’s not like this is our first time doing this, you know, it’s not really anything to get hyped over.)

(I mean, we’ve hosted a great number of variety shows in the past.)

(It’s starting to really show just how that much was barely recognized by anyone.)

(Now that we’ve gotten 2×2, we’ve started getting compliments from fans and peers all of a sudden.)

(“Congrats!” “What a huge breakthrough!” “Now you guys are big-time idols too!”)

(I’m nooooot an idiot!)

(Even though we’re doing the exact same thing we’ve always been doing, only this time the reactions of those around us has changed so blatantly. It doesn’t sit right with me.)

(“Congratulations” for what? They’ve been silent for us the entire time, but they’ll praise us all “good boy, good boy” only when we succeed in doing our “grown-up obligations”?)

Yuuta: (Hah! Acting like a grown-up is too easy!)

Hinata: (This is bad, baaad…)

(He sorta seemed like he had calmed down when he started growing his hair out, but Yuuta-kun was accumulating stress in the pit of his stomach, as he does…)

(Instead, he just hid that stress from even his own Onii-chan and turned it invisible. The poison within his stomach he refused to vent out to anyone increased in concentration—)

(And now, it’s about to erupt. Like a dormant volcano about to explode.)

(I-I need to calm him down somehow, before he directs it at those around him like what happened at SS.)

(O’ raging Aoi Yuuta! God, pacify his anger~!)

Yuuta: …Who are you praying to, Aniki? Gross!

Hey, what has God ever done for us?

Hinata: (H-Huh? I’m not sure if my feelings are getting across very well~…)

(Before, my feelings were always able to reach him without having to say anything, like telepathy unique to twins.)

Hinata: (Yuuta-kun really has changed.)

(No, it’s us both who have.)

Yuuta: Alright, let’s not slack off and get to work. Don’t worry, I’m a professional, I can get my work done even if I don’t feel like it.

Hinata: R-Right. Onii-chan has a lot on his mind too, but he’ll change his mindset too.

“—Now, allow me to introduce you to our “friends” this time around! ☆”

Yuuta: “As you know, every time at 2×2, we begin by pairing up with a “friend” that Aniki and I each call in!”

Hinata: “Then as pairs, we compete with each other to various challenges!”

Yuuta: “One week, we lived either on 500 yen a day, or lived in a suspicious cult village!”

Hinata: “I told you not to call it a cult!”

Yuuta: “Ahaha, please cut that part out, then~♪”

“Anyways. Basically, the idea is the rebellious me challenging my oh so great and perfect big brother—”

Yuuta: *whispering* —Hey, just who is oh so great and perfect? Aren’t you getting a little carried away, Aniki?

Hinata: I-It’s just a scenario! Though truthfully, in part to Volcano Island and all that, I am now more famous and popular than you now…

Yuuta: Hah?

Hinata: Th-That’s just the public image, so this program’s just building off of that “feeling”, isn’t it?

I'd rather not do it either, you know!? A project like this that gives off the feeling that we siblings are on edge with each other~!

Yuuta: Really? I’m having fun with it, though~. ‘Cuz every time, I can beat you up with a just cause, Aniki.

But well, it does piss me off that I’m treated like the “more useless little brother”. But if I keep on winning every time, the public image of me will change, won’t it?

For better or for worse, this program seems to have gained a good amount of public recognition.

While their attention is on us, I’ll change the complexions of the ignorant people of the world who look at us carelessly… Fufufu ♪

Hinata: (Ah~, he’s acting like a bad kid again… I don’t like this. To the public, we probably look like all’s going well with us having our own TV program and all that, but…)

(Our relationship as a unit, in other words, between us siblings, is very, very rocky.)

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[soranihimawari]

...for those awake at 4am...

word count: tbd

rating: OYA (okkotsu yuuta angst)

pairings: former!childhoodfriend reader x okkotsu yuuta

note: current spoilers via manga (hinted at or otherwise toward the end)

there is a stillness too calm to understand. it comes in the forms of waves: balanced, erratic, and in a way, repetitive. the fact you are standing in front of a grave of an old paramour seems to be eating at you. the name etched and burned into memory since the day you met in daycare.

funny how you'd always play together groups of two or three, but as time went on, you began to fade out the picture-perfect life of a once best friend. you said forever, but forever was just until final recess bell--forever had meant late night calls to gossip--forever was without you by his side when she inevitably crossed the street and was stricken down by a runaway truck. beheaded and defenseless the person who robbed you of your first childhood friend finds her name being said in memorials all over the neighborhood.

years go by and grief does things to morph and warp the mind. you tried to remain calm best you can whereas your once in a never-while friend throws himself into a depressive, reclusive state. sure high school examinations and even classes were a breeze, so why now does he show up at your doorstep at 4 in the morning breathless and bloodied like he just returned home from a war.

"do i know you?"

four words cut into the young man's psyche and as he silently nods, he answers.

"you did once. in the sand box. it was me, rika, and...you," he says.

a moment of brief silence goes by and in the furthest memory of your childhood bank, your face twists in both surprise and recognition.

"hello okkotsu-san," you faintly smile. "what brings you here this late...oh my god! how did you get this hurt?"

you pull him inside after noticing the blood dripping from the back of his shirt. you have him lean on your side as you escort him to the couch.

"you're so lucky i have a degree in medical science application," you say. "and that ms shoko taught me how to harness cursed energies to create a thread like aachnae."

you hand him a bottle of whiskey as you stand up from the couch to grab the first aid kit. you explain as you go along what you're planning to do.

"you know with my skill, i cannot fight like you and the other sorcerers do. my part in the fight is the aftermath: patching reckless sorcerers. here," you uncap the whiskey. the vodka travel bottle is on your right.

"this is for me," you take a swig. "okkotsu, this is going to hurt, so I'm gonna need you to take a swig."

you bring the bottle to his lips and he makes a sour face as the bitter liquid touches his tongue. he coughs and as he does so, you spin your finger in the air--a thread, silvery and sky blue, starts to roll into a large spool of cursed thread.

"excuse me," you whisper as you peel his shirt up. you scowl. "the wound is deep. the hell did you fight? a curse with a broadsword for hands?"

he stops squirming once you start to cleaning the wound and he grumbles. the moment you start stitching him up that's when he yells in unbearable pain. the curse he was sliced with had another sort of enchantment on the blade.

"i need you to stay still, okkotsu," you plead. "the more you move, the more the stitches won't exorcise the cursed essence..."

you touch his forehead and whisper, "you're a lot stronger than this."

okkotsu's large puppy-like eyes restrict and contract as he recognizes your stern words. he grunts and grumbles curses under his breath as he notices the burning feeling of the cauterizing thread.

"there, all done," you said as you stand to go wash your hands after peeling your gloves off. okkotsu's breathing is labored, but he breathes normally almost an hour later.

this healing factor took place months ago by now. you're still in front of the grave of both master and student. you lay your flowers down and pray for the repose of the okkotsu & gojo family souls at this mausoleum.

[aimfor-theheart]

Werewolf!Yuuta🥹

ANON. WEREWOLF YUUTA. WOAH.

this got spookier than i wanted but. alas. maybe another time i'll write a more romantic coded werewolf!yuuta. i like the thought a lot.

Werewolf!Yuuta

cw: chasing, predator/prey. maybe actually scary werewolf yuuta.

***

A howl breaks through the night, wane and desperate, resonating up into the heavens.

You don't stop running, chest heaving desperately as you rush past the trees, your world a blur of darkness.

The moon hangs heavy in the sky, a burden, a warning, a curse.

He can't help it, you remind yourself, he doesn't mean to hurt you—it's his curse—it's his curse—

I don't want to keep hurting the people around me.

You run as hard as your legs will carry you, like a rabbit, a doe, leaping desperately through the forest at night. `

Another howl breaks through the trees, nearer.

You try to hold in the scream that bubbles inside of you, the fear that grips you.

Keep running, you tell yourself, keep running.

You break for the creek down over the hill, pray that maybe it will throw your scent from him, that it might slow him down. But the forest clears as you near the water and the trees don't provide you with cover. The forest grows thick again on the opposite side, up over the hill again.

You can make it, you beg yourself, letting the hill propel you towards the gurgling water.

You can't keep up with yourself, with the incline. You stumble, arms flailing. It begins to even out and you catch yourself, crashing into the water.

Your ankle twists, wrenching on uneven, slippery stone. You drop to your knees in the water. A cold shock. A yelp bursts from you and you slap your hand over your mouth to keep the sound in.

Any noise, any scent, it all leads to him finding you faster—

He'd given you a head start for a reason, begged you as the moon rose higher to run and run and don't look back.

You force yourself to stand, pain shooting through your ankle and foot, searing. You keep your hand over your mouth as you heave and keep the scream back, digging your fingers deep into your cheeks to keep it in.

You move. You limp. You push through the cold water. You lurch for the other side like a wounded animal.

You hobble. And then you try to jog, dragging your foot, barely putting weight on it.

And then you begin running again, barely, forcing yourself as much as you can.

The trees loom in front of you—cover. Safety.

And then you hear something just over the hill behind you.

You turn to look and see him there, silhouetted against the shape of the silver-sharp moon. His howl is loud and lonely, piercing through the night air. Agonized.

You hurry, fighting your scream, but he bounds for you.

You feel him, eating up the ground between you, unable to move fast enough. Unable to make your body run hard enough. Or swift enough. Like in a dream, where you move through molasses, always too slow, always just at the hands of danger.

He leaps, you hear it in the steps.

You duck, rolling a little with the momentum. He sails over you, skidding to the ground just beyond you. He turns to face you and you finally get a good look at him—not your boyfriend at all, not the sweet, mild-mannered man you know at all.

"Yuuta," you breathe anyways, tremble all over as you try to stand, limping and hurt and crooked.

A savage growl rumbles through him.

He isn't human at all. His limbs are longer, thin and spindly looking almost, with a hooked back. You can see his spine through his skin; his jutting bones, grown so long. His legs are long, but like a dogs, haunched, and his arms are long enough to touch the ground in front of him. An unnatural mix of a creature; both bipedal and quadrupedal. Both human and wolf. His face is hardly his own anymore, a wolf's muzzle, half shorter, now replacing his usually kind face.

Just his eyes. The flash of them.

"Yuuta!" You say again, sharper, more desperate.

Slowly, he circles you, loping closer.

You back away, come up against a root, and fall backwards.

"Yuuta—" you whimper.

But it's drowned out from the sound of his snarling. No recognition flashes in his eyes.

He lunges. You throw your hands up, you brace for the worst, for the teeth and the terror and the agony.

A shot rings out, blasting through the air.

Whimpering, high and startled.

"Get up," Maki snaps, grabbing your shoulder so harshly that you yelp.

"Get. Up."

***

don't know what this is anon im sorry it isn't more Romantic. i was feeling a little more Horror this time jfdklsfklsd spooky season and all that!!!

send me a character + a monster and i'll write a drabble!

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

I was reading sea glass gardens for like the 8th time in a row (listen I was praying to the gods for a fic focuses on Megumi & Yuuta, for a fic that shows Megs dynamic with the Zenins more, and for a fun little gojo adopts the fushiguro siblings and forced his friends to play aunt and uncle. You checked all my boxes. I am in debt to you now.) and its the way I'm still seeing the little details that should've been so fucking obvious to me —

Megumi and Tsumiki fucking around and adopting some of Gojo’s habits and sayings? I know he was so proud that his children is becoming mini versions of him. Toji is crying in the depths of hell while Mamaguro is happy as hell in the pearly gates.

“It’s a garden” it took so long for me to peep that this was his domain. Like tfw when your domain is fucking you up. I pray that Gege shows us his completed domain. Actually I PRAY GEGE LET MEGUMI SHOW OFF HIS FUCKING POTENTIAL. But alas Gege is a coward.

THE NICOTINE PATCH? Oh Shoko my beloved. I get her. I fucking hate cancer sticks but if I had to spend time with corpses, being forced to converse with the higher ups, and having to be friends with Gojo and Geto AND witness their divorce. Well. I would’ve smoked something too. Like goddamn these bitches should’ve been at the club.

The little callbacks to the playbooks? How petty the sorcerer world gotta be for them to have cheat sheets on their enemies. Is that not crazy? Is this who they are? Petty bastards.

toji pulling up to get married in sweats. megumi killing curses at such a young age for his sister? toji giving megumi shit to get him to stfu? oh megumi you dodged a bullet with toji.

BUT WHAT I REALLT WANTED TO WAS THE BATHHOUSE. Megumi needs to go feral as a threat cause imagine how humiliating that must’ve been. A bunch of assholes & such watching you like some fucking cult. I really hope that Megumi and Gojo have some type of reassuring talk about his time at the Zenins.

(Yaga and Gojo going at it while Panda in the room is so funny to be but…it’s also kind of sad. Like imagine seeing your dad figure basically be okay, well not okay but not willing to fight back, about the higher ups and everything.)

Obsessed with the fact that I can toss up what seems to me to be a random niche interest and find a community of people who wanted exactly that. I’m thrilled I checked off your boxes.

The bathhouse was designed to be humiliating by nature. I talked about it more on another post (but fuck if I know where it is), but the point of including that whole bit was that I really couldnt think of any better way to emphasize that megumi wasn’t a person to them.

On its face, the private bathhouse with servants tending to it could be a sign of status. It’s kind of an old world nobility thing to have? Which fits with the Zenin, who are very traditional and value Megumi as their most treasured person to be born to the clan in centuries. He would be presumptive heir if Gojo hadn’t intervened. So they’d easily be able to cast this in their own minds as a good thing, as a way they’re taking care of him. He’s not subjected to the communal bathhouses or small private bathrooms like the majority of the clan—they’ve given him his own private facilities and servants to care for him in it.

However, once you take away Megumi’s consent, it becomes an absolutely humiliating and degrading experience that only happens for the Zenin’s comfort and not his own.

I spoke about this in the other post in more detail, but I tried to imply that this wasn’t the first time the Zenin had done this to him. And there’s two points that kind of implicate that—when Maki’s talking to Yuuta about how it used to be when Megumi was a kid, she says the first thing that they would do when he arrived in the clan was hand him over to the servants to make him presentable. She also talks about how viciously he hated the way they’d make him look in the clan, including stomping the clothes they’d make him wear in the mud. When Megumi himself is talking about the bathhouse, he says he was given over to the servants like when he was a kid. This wasn’t a new experience for him. They weren’t doing this to him for the first time. They did this to him when he was a kid, and he’s reliving all of that trauma anew.

In my mind, it was a product of how selfish the Zenin’s love for megumi is.

He’s their favorite doll. He’s a possession. They want him to look and act exactly the way they expect from him, and they despise any divergence from what they want the ten shadows to be. And they hate it when they’re reminded of how Gojo took him from them.

They don’t want him dressed in modern clothes. They don’t want his hair styled in a manner similar to Gojo’s. They want him to look like the Ten Shadows they always wanted, and one surefire way of controlling that is to simply do it themselves, whether or not megumi is on board.

And the thing is? It is such a fundamentally minor thing to let someone bathe and dress themselves. It would have cost the Zenin so so little to let Megumi do it. Even if they were still dictating what clothes he wore and how he styled his hair (which would still rob him of his autonomy on its own, they could have at least let him do the actual act of bathing and dressing himself. They could have violated him a little bit less than they already were. The biggest inconvenience it would have risked to them would be him doing something not to their exact standards and losing a few minutes to making him redo it. But on Megumi’s end, it symbolizes a huge source of autonomy and comfort. Letting Megumi bathe himself really does impact so little for them, but for Megumi, it could have saved him from lasting trauma.

The Zenin do it to him anyway because they value their minor conveniences over his very bodily autonomy. They don’t even recognize that as a genuine concern. He’s a possession to them. An object. They don’t actually love him, and the love they think they have is actively dangerous to him. They will violate him in a very fundamental way just so they can make sure he looks how the ten shadows is supposed to look, and they won’t care.

Being forcibly bathed against your will is just humiliating, especially at Megumi’s age, and it’s one of the things that hurt him the worst out of everything the Zenin just did to him. I think Megumi takes physical pain better than he does humiliation. Having to be exposed and vulnerable the way he was with other people watching was a more effective torture than locking him in a room with curses for days.

But there’s extra layers to it if you consider 1) this is something the Zenin have done to him before and 2) this is something that he could have stopped.

When Megumi was six, he was definitely at the age where he was already bathing himself. Some parenting books say parents should still be helping at that age, but his parents were completely checked out well before then. He had already been handling all his hygiene needs on his own. Having strange adults force him to let them do it for him was a traumatizing and infantilizing experience that represented one of the many ways the Zenin robbed him of all control over his own life when they had him.

But now it’s happening again.

And megumi probably didn’t think the Zenin would do that to him again, walking into this. He probably explained it away as them doing that to him because he was still a little kid at the time. He told himself it happened because he was six, and he’s not six anymore.

Having it all happen again was a very visceral reminder of how helpless his abusers used to make him, and immediately kicked him back down to that level with a very potent reminder. It’s trauma reawakening trauma. He felt like he was six again. He probably told himself for a long time that it would never happen again and it still did.

The other thing is that he’s a lot more capable in a fight than a six year old. He’s a grade two jujutsu sorcerer. He’s a fighter. And he’s being manhandled by servants who don’t have a lot of cursed energy, if they’re even sorcerers at all, and aren’t meant to be combatants. These are people he should be able to defend himself against easily. He should be able to stop them from doing this to him again.

For whatever reason, he couldn’t.

Maybe Gojos theory about them having something on him was right. Or maybe he was too worn down and broken from the cursed spirits. Maybe it was something else. Whatever the reason, this is something that he would have told himself he was strong enough to stop, and then he wasn’t. He either had to let it happen or couldn’t stop it even if he tried. It’s a new level of helplessness and humiliation that it made him experience.

In short, megumi does deserve to go feral over the bathhouse, and probably needs to. He’s really not okay over it. It would probably be cathartic.

[galaxynajma]

Panda headcanons (for the sleepover ask lol)

Panda? From jjk? Sam how dare you

Anyways

Inumaki once looked up what’s a panda’s bite force and saw how insane it was so he wanted to try it out with Panda

Let’s just say that at the end the day a lot of things needed to be replaced and someone unlocked a new fear of Pandas ( Ijichi )

One night during the culling games Hakari panda and kashimo had to camp out for the night 

Kashimo used Panda as a plushie that night

It was the worst night of Panda’s life

He was praying for Hakari to get him out of there ( Hakari thought the whole thing was cute)

Panda watches Animal documentaries mostly about pandas and every time someone catches him doing it he just points at the Television jokingly saying “ look it’s my cousin “ or “ I knew that guy in kindergarten “

Even with Panda’s now smaller size his dream of fighting a zebra still lives on

Speaking of which when Yuuta was packing for his trip to Africa panda walked up to him looked him in the eyes and said “ if you ever go to Africa ever again bring me with you so I can beat up a zebra “ and walked away right after

[delicateshounen-artjudge]

I guess akutami sensei has gone the "kill everyone except one person" route for the plot. Very AOT of them. Even so I'm hoping and praying that yuuji and megumi and other important characters don't die.

Because WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK were the recent chapters. At least now we know the purpose of sukuna's first pact. I'm still curious as to what hakari and the thunder god guy are gonna do. What's up w yuuta too haven't seen him in a while. I really hope Hana doesn't die and angel undoes the technique on prison realm. That'd change tides very vastly. Because even with all that's happened, gojo is still crucial.

Mentioning gojo, I wonder how kenjaku's parasitism works. As we know now he infested Itadori Kaori and probs killed Jin. And after her he took getou's body. But then again we don't quite know the timeline for it all. Kenjaku's parasitism, I wonder if it is a ritualistic thing or if he can do it at will,but seeing how akutami's work has been interacting w my theories, he probably can do it at will. Akutami just made him so fucking OP.

Yuki's result made me upset man. She had such potential as a character, one battle is too less time for all that happened. It's been a scary chapter after scary, with so much info in each one. And it's for sure gonna get crazier. Like what do you think will happen with tsumiki now in the mix?

Anywho, what do you think will happen with gojo? Do you think the prison realm will ever be reopened? And if so, when and how do you think it'll happen? I personally think it'll happen after kenjaku's victory. At this rate, he's going to get what he wants and the era of curses will come again. He might just leave it sealed forever and that is honestly so scary to me. Time doesn't pass in the prison realm so gojo is still 28 in there, it's still Halloween at Shibuya for him, just how disconnected he is from everything makes me terrified for if and when he is set free. That's what akutami might be doing y'know, with killing everyone except gojo. Or maybe even megumi. I feel like history might repeat itself with how gojo and megumi's ancestors killed each other in the past. Maybe gojo will have to kill megumi possessed by sukuna, that'd probably be an exciting fight. Because well sukuna's only just taken hold of megumi's body, and saw the scale difference between his nue and megumi's nue. It was horrific. The OP chart for megumi is through the roof now, because well he's been taken over by sukuna. I honestly have little faith that he'll break free. So megumi/sukuna Vs gojo would be so sad to see man.

I'll be honest if it goes the AOT route, I'll probably stop reading/watching it. Cuz trauma check ✅

What do you think? Lemme know