#curse user gojo

[koitalov]

role reversal au ;*

curse user megumi who locks eyes with a very pretty pink haired sorcerer and suddenly wonders if evil really is the right path

curse user gojo thinking "ahhh i was there once too" as he punches his ex-boyfriend-turned-teacher suguru geto in the face

[almorina-aaa]

Man Gojo as a curse user would be interesting

I’ll probably digitise this later on

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The cursed treasure hunt||

reserved au rp with @demon-blood-youths

"Anything yet?" Megumi blinks to hear this but he looks from his cell phone. He didn't know what was going on, giving the thought that something might have happened. Gojo was told Kisho still was on his on going mission to find the cursed items that came from that party. However, it leaves another wondering what was going on. He did have some help along the way so it was something.

Right now, Megumi was told by Gojo to check on him but he was not answering the text messages he sent a while ago. "I don't think so. I can try to call him and see if he can answer the phone instead. Or maybe something is effecting the signal."

"I guess that's possible but give it a shot." Yuji said. Megumi nods and goes to do that, seeing Kisho's number and hits speed dial and waits for him to find something.

"I'm sure they are fine you two..just call them and we will see their fine." Nobara said. Miko agrees hoping they were alright. She wanted to go with them but she was still on stand by to recover.

"S..same here..." she mutters seeing Megumi still waiting for Kisho to pick up.

[thundersbugs]

pocket sized murder bfs <3

+ no blood version under the cut :)

[deathshallbethelastenemy]

where you go, i go (2)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

TW⚠️: angst, toji being toji, reader thinks about killing someone, gojo is in his tweaked out enlightenment era soooooo gojo a little creepy and eerie

Part 2 of what you see, i see

She had been going through the motions for the rest of the day, she hadn't even bothered to stop by her school clubs, until she arrived home. A sickly sweet scent of pastries attacked her senses the second she entered. Her house doubled as a bakery for the first floor. It was a popular hang out place for people her age especially for couples. There was a parade of them this time - cheerful couples were already sharing their coffees and sugary pastries.

The universe was laughing at her. It had to be. Why else would there be so many happy couples in the store right now? It was pointing and laughing hysterically on the ground saying: "That's what you get for ignoring me! That's what you get for resenting my gift to you!" Because that's what a soulmate was, a gift. A rare and wonderful gift that no one believed in, except for those who have experienced it themselves, and she had lost it; lost him.

She almost cried on the spot.

Her mother waved gleefully from behind the register, her daughter seldom returned it as she went up the stairs. She dropped her school bag in her room besides her desk and, face first, flopped on her bed.

She closed her eyes. Nothing, there was nothing.

Her lip quivered as tears began to sting her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Not when her mother was expecting her to change and put on an apron and help as she always did after school. She could silently mourn him tonight.

She let out a shaky breath. Did she even have the right to mourn him? She had never met him or talked to him. Everytime she thought of him recently was only to insult him or dismiss him entirely. No, she did not have the right to mourn him and she deserved to feel empty on the inside.

She put on a clean apron and slugged her way down stairs with a smile as she took over her mother's place at the register. Her mom kissed the top of her head and beamed at her with a thumbs up.

She never understood why so many people hated working retail, but now, she did. She had to force a smile and treat every customer kindly, all the while, she was dying on the inside.

A man had come in. Tall and insanely buff, a scar on his mouth. He ordered the cheapest pastry on the menu and handed her a wadded up yen. Her blood turned cold when their fingers brushed.

Her mother quickly took the money away from her as she gave her a quick command to check on the oven in the back.

She swallowed and listened to her mom. Her steps were quick as she pushed the double doors that led to the kitchen, she hugged herself.

It was him. It had to be him. That was the man who killed Gojo Satoru. She reached for a knife and gripped it tight. She should kill him. Her soulmate was dead and he was the reason why. She should try and avenge him.

Sheshouldsheshouldsheshouldsheshould-

The oven blared next to her. Her head snapped to it as the knife clattered on the ground, and with shaky mitted hands she opened the oven, and took out the fresh pastries.

Those were dangerous thoughts; thoughts she never thought she would ever have against anyone. She took off the oven mitts and looked outside the circle window of the kitchen - he was leaving and her mother was watching him like a hawk, even when the bell rang sharply with a muffin in his mouth as he walked outside with the rest of the crowd. She didn't know what possessed her to run after him, but she did. Maybe, all she wanted to know was why he had killed Gojo Satoru. Maybe, she wanted this man to kill her too, so she wouldn't feel empty inside anymore.

A blur of a conversation as the words tumbled out of her mouth: "Why? Why did you kill Satoru?"

She didn't register anything other than his gruff voice, "Ah, he had a soulmate. If I were you I'd keep that information to yourself from now on." Uninterestedly, he continued, "You wouldn't want the Gojo clan to know about you. No doubt, they'll try to marry you off to another member of the clan." and then, kept walking.

She didn't hear the interest in his voice when he said to himself, "But she would be worth a lot of money if I did take her to them." He would negotiate a price first to see if he was right about her being worth any money. He would worry about that later, right now, he had a star plasma vessel to turn in.

A sharp tug on her arm is all that stopped her from running after him again.

"______! What were you thinking?" her mother gritted out as she led her back into the bakery. Her mother's voice is strict and unwavering, "Go to your room."

And she did.

She tossed the apron on her desk and kicked her school bag. How was she supposed to live like this with the rest of her entire life half-full?

A sob violently escaped her.

This was how everyone else in the world lived, she realized.

Aching and alone.

Desperate and searching.

Wanted and unwanted.

Now, she was just like everyone else like she had always wanted. She supposed, she couldn't complain.

She laid in bed, wrapped herself in a blanket - trying to keep warm, but she doubted, she'd ever feel warm again as she cried herself to sleep.

She dreamt about Satoru. Flashes of a long chain, of red, of purple, of blood, of a crowd clapping, of someone wrapped in a white sheet, of a long dark hallway.

The universe was laughing at her again. Why else would it give her dreams about him?

An uneasiness settled into her bones. Someone was watching her. The grim reaper, no doubt wearing the face of her soulmate's assassin. If death wanted her, so be it.

She kept her eyes closed.

She saw herself sleeping soundly in death's gaze. She saw the time pass through her window changing from sundown to night as death continued to watch her intently.

Hours had passed.

00:57:39

She wondered at what specific time the grim reaper would take her.

1:13:01

Did it want her to open her eyes?

1:13:10

Probably.

1:13:15

The grim reaper has been patiently waiting for her.

1:13:17

Why keep death waiting then?

1:13:20

Her eyes fluttered open.

Beautiful, vibrant cerulean blue.

It was not death. It was -

"Satoru," she whispered.

"______," he whispered back.

Satoru was sitting down on the floor extremely close to her bed with his legs crossed while his hands rested neatly on his ankles. There was dry blood on his face and on his white dress shirt.

Her mouth moved but no sound came.

"You were crying," he said as he caressed her cheek soothing his thumb along the trail of stained lines that her dried tears had left, "alot."

So, he had seen everything.

She put her hand over his and gently rubbed circles.

Satoru scooted closer to her bed, "I didn't like seeing you cry," his hand trailed up to her scalp, "or frown," and gently ran his fingers through her hair.

He laid his head down on her bed and stared at her with those vibrant, sparkling eyes; eyes that could see everything she could never see.

She touched his cheek gently, "I didn't like not feeling you."

Her whole body shivered. Satoru was here, in front of her, and she was still cold.

"Are you still cold?"

She nodded.

Never letting go of her, he kicked off his shoes and climbed under the blanket with her. He wrapped his legs around hers as her arms wrapped under his uniform jacket.

With his hand still tangled in her hair, he said, "Better?"

His heartbeat had returned to her. They were beating in unison again.

"Better," she hummed. "You?" She asked.

His lips pressed softly on her forehead, "Much better." He tugged her in closer into his chest.

She smiled.

She was warm again.

@whatamidoing89 @mr-underhills-things

Part 1: what you see, i see

Part 3: you know i adore you

Part 4: i'm crazier for you

Part 5: baby, you're the life of the party

Part 6: something's made your eyes go cold

[obsesssedblerd]

saw your post about suguru being such a smooth talker and started thinking about cult leader! suguru seducing both reader and satoru to his side 🤭🤭

ANON THIS IS WILD.

if you see this, tell me more. 👀

[aiai-cafe]

gojo and sukuna respectively being "the strongest sorcerers in history" is so funny because like, gojo was born with super myth freak eyes and his super power is ultimate control of the entire fucking universe, and sukuna's super power is be very good at cutting things. and somehow these two are equals. somehow sukuna is making it work

[satorusugurugurl]

I feel like absolute garbage 🙂‍↕️ despite that still writing my smut and I'm about to go suffer at work for eight hours wish my and my throat luck!

Oh, and y’all are gonna cream yourselves with this escort!reader fic I'm about to drop tonight 🥵

Side note: my hubby sent me to run some errands—i left for medication and came back with all the JJK manga so it's on sight I need to know who the lawyer man is!!!

[teapotteakettle]

swap!AU

[tojiscrack]

JJK 271 MENTION

“dreams end” using the panels where my glorious king specifically talks about how he hopes that he isn’t dreaming, along with an image of his stunning, mouth-watering, jaw-slacking, toe-curling, leg-opening, gorgeous self with that damned eye symbolism again…

tonight’s meant to be the final chapter of jjk, but something’s telling me this isn’t it 🫢

(the jujutsu_pr account can acknowledge satoru but the literal characters in the manga can’t? especially when jujutsu society’s ‘strongest’ has supposedly ‘died’? did they all just suffer extreme trauma to the point of memory loss surrounding the one person who fought for them all?)

p.s. there was no mention of a body either. and if there’s one thing we know about bodies in jjk, it’s that the best shot at safety for EVERYONE is cremation. and yet, there wasn’t a grave like tsumiki’s or a single mention of what happened to his after yuta returned.

p.s. pt 2 based on the tags i just added about the ‘curse user’, if my satoru returns less strong, it just reinforces everything he’s ever wanted, too: his students surpass him, they live a life where their youth isn’t consistently challenged (the higher ups are dead thanks to him, so no more excessively dangerous missions) and he gets to see the world that he wanted to live through as a teen. it’ll be a full circle.

[dailykugisaki]

Day 278 | id in alt

At least one of the students is a horrid menace to both curses and curse users. I was beginning to lose hope.

[neonscandal]

New JJK fan here, can I ask? In the end of Shibuya arc, Kenjaku end up "eating" Mahito just like that. So, is Geto that strong that if he were alive curses like Mahito will not last long? Thx.

I genuinely love that I'm a pit stop in people's introduction to JJK. It's my pleasure to welcome to the fray, anon.

I appreciate your patience as my thoughts on this didn't feel quite so easy to relay because I've been all over the place lately.

To understand my answer, consider the following:

Geto is a Special Grade sorcerer (and later curse user). This is an indication that his strength is beyond the elders' comprehension but not necessarily that he's The Strongest.

Gojo's birth tipped the scales... but his latent power up, in turn, spurned a larger volume of curses and, one could argue stronger ones at that.

Curses like Hanami, Jogo and Mahito are special grade curses with the ability to communicate and, more than likely, products of Sukuna's awakening in a manner similar to the above. This, we know to take place after Geto's death.

None of this undermines Geto's strength but maybe sheds light on why it's kind of a complex question to consider. In universe, strength demands an offset to maintain balance. We see it not only in the aforementioned curses but also Yuji, Nobara and Megumi's ability to one-on-one take out special grade curses by the end of season 1.

Geto's power enables him to usurp any curses below his grade assessment, especially if they are not bound to another user. In what we've seen in the anime, we haven't actually seen how he subdues those that are also special grade but know, from his fight with Toji and the night parade of a hundred demons, that he's got his fair share of them.

Kenjaku!Geto's ability to make quick work of Mahito is, in part, purely the element of surprise. Having forged a covenant with the curses, they had an honor among thieves type of loyalty. But what isn't particularly portrayed in the anime is that Mahito, in addition to seeing the boundaries of ones' soul, can also see the contents of it. Wouldn't be surprised if he was the litmus test for the curses that kept Kenjaku honest through all his plotting and manipulations out of unbridled curiosity. But what Mahito couldn't see coming was that Geto would one day choose his own blood over him (arguably also a child in his own right). Kenjaku's mercurial spirit ultimately enabled that switch to turn when Mahito's existence no longer outweighed the role he played in Kenjaku's plan and, subsequently, having absorbed Tengen, needed to also be consumed.

TL;DNR: Geto is strong but his strength and that of any sorcerers will always yield even stronger curses. Without Kenjaku's deception, I do still think Geto could have taken Mahito especially if it were he and Gojo taking him.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

*Yukino relaxes under a tree as he had one of his x-rated books over his face* (gojo encounter)

Gojo was walking under the tree while eating something sweet, humming while showing a happy expression. Though, this made him look to wonder about today. That's when his eyes look up just taking in the warm sun and relaxing even so.

[savrenim]

so I know I talk a lot about 'mathematician Gojo' but has anyone considered how fucking HILARIOUS 'mathematician Suguru' would actually be

ID under cut:

in the Project Runway 'Blood Orange' meme format:

Panel 1: screenshot from the show Jujutsu Kaisen, in which character Gojo Satoru says, "I get what you call a negative natural number"

Panels 2-4: Geto Suguru, reacting as if in a confessional, "'Negative natural number', he's so pretentious. Shut up, it's a fucking integer. 'Negative natural number'."

[goatyuuji]

Gojo and his tendency to collect boyfriends that can kill you in a millisecond...like gojo already a hydrogen bomb and all his partners are hydrogen bomb too.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

What do Gojo and Shoko think about curse user! Reader?

ANONNNNN 🥹🥹 cried tears of joy when i saw this in my inbox i love my awful little baby meowmeow so dearly……. thank you for indulging me <3

reader’s dynamic with satoshoko is. complicated 😭 it’s not nearly as troubled as their relationship with suguru but like . you know. reader left all three of them behind. and now they’re back. it feels weird for all of them!!!! but satoshoko are both the type to go with the flow, so they adjust a lot quicker than suguru or reader does. satoru basically acts like nothing is wrong — he welcomes reader back with open arms. their dynamic is lighthearted in the sense that satoru teases them and they go hissy cat mode LMAO. i don’t think he’s is the type to hold grudges at all; they’ve always been important to him, and their crimes don’t mean much in comparison to that.

…. i do think he genuinely gets angry when they say certain things that trigger suguru’s trauma :’3 but he’s good at hiding it .

as for shoko…. reader is probably the most sincere with her. mostly because they’ve always been a little weak to her :’) so they find it hard to be cruel. i think their dynamic mostly consists of sitting together in comfortable silence. shoko resents them for leaving, but she’s also happy that they’re back. she’s just wayyy too repressed to deal with any of those feelings 😭 but yeah!! i’d say their dynamic is the most relaxed and Normal. they crack little jokes here and there. shoko invites them to bars. they’re a lightweight which she bullies them for <333 etc.