#hidden inventory premature death arc

[lovesinistra]

JJK seasons be like..

[animemakeblog]

“Jujutsu Kaisen: Kaigyoku/Gyokusetsu-hen” The Gets Compilation Movie in 2025

The Juju Fest 2024 event unveiled an image and announced a compilation movie of the Kaigyoku/Gyokusetsu-hen (Hidden Inventory/Premature Death arc) from Jujutsu Kaisen 2nd Season. The film is slated to debut in 2025.

[arctvros]

if only he had noticed

[gabbyp09]

[yutamayo]

someone give these mfs a drug test bc they are on something

[stsghrs]

"geto-sama, who's gojo satoru anyway?"

"he was my best friend..."

"...but we fought..."

"...and it's been like that ever since."

[nuppu-nuppu]

" Suguru, should we kill these guys? "

[sscarletvenus]

yes suguru's plans to exterminate a vast majority of humanity is undeniably evil, but to say that he is murderous from the very start, cruel for the sake of being so, or lacks compassion or any emotional nuance is a gross disservice to his character's writing.

suguru is a case study of a romantic idealist and self-sacrificial saviour whose absurdly rigid, quixotic ideals are shattered brutally by reality intervening. the intense hatred he has for humanity is born out of, is an inverse of, the intense love he once possessesed for it. this is also why even though satoru is portrayed as brash and selfish and arrogant in the hidden inventory arc, it is suguru that turns "villainous."

suguru places his faith in the goodness of humanity, believes the duty of shamans is to protect the weak, their existence solely hinged upon saving the lives of non-sorcerers, and for that he is disappointed so tremendously, betrayed to an extent that makes it impossible for him to recover his ideals and past self.

ultimately there are also more than one reasons why satoru doesn't become "evil" : 1) "protecting humanity" was never his cause to begin with. he hardly cared about preserving human life, as is evident in his intentions to kill the cultists who cheered on riko's death, and 2) he had someone shielding his inner self : suguru. for it is suguru that tells him the duty of shamans is to protect non-shamans and the weak, suguru who asks him to sympathise with riko, suguru who persuades him to not kill meaninglessly.

satoru is indeed attached to riko, as well. he is the one who decides not to hand riko over to tengen if she wishes to return home, and tries to enliven her last days as a lucid person. it would thus not surpass one’s expectations if satoru turned to villainy post riko's demise, since he never even liked non-shamans to begin with. and yet, he doesn't. suguru protects his heart, which is a part of why he is able to steadily process his grief and anguish over riko's death.

suguru doesn't have anyone to do that for him, he is strong in his own right but not the "strongest", nobody notices how deep of an abyss his soul has sunken in, and he succumbs to the lethal loneliness, falters in this marathon of sorcery.

suguru is brimming with love and compassion: it is what drives his heroism in youth and villainy as a cult leader. he is able to protect gojo's heart but not his own. he fluctuates between two polar extremes : utter distaste of humanity Vs. a duty to protect it despite its horrors. three things serve as final nails to the metaphorical coffin : yuki's words, haibara's death, miminana's abuse. he describes imbibing curses for curse manipulation is "like eating a rag used to clean vomit". how macabre, how grotesque, how enlightening - who is he doing all this for? the humans who killed riko? it was these humans haibara died serving, these same humans violently mistreated miminana.

toji and sonoda encapsulate evil very blatantly, and aren't enough to shake suguru's belief in humanity. but the turning point is the non-shaman cultists rejoicing : suguru is thus forced to confront the banality of evil.

and suguru responds by rejecting what he once loved, embraces the darkness plaguing him. believes the only way to eradicate curses is to uproot their source : humanity. humans, for as long as they will live, will give rise to curses born out of their negative emotions. there is no one to tell him any better, or protect his self-identity. he loses himself to his own sense of empathy, his own ideals.

he isn't indifferent at all, cannot pick and choose whom he loves and doesn't. his love and hatred is collective, in both he gives his all. even amidst his hatred, he doesn't lose his love.

who does he choose to target first, once amassing enough money, power, and reputation? sonoda, the man who ordered riko's assassination. someone who lies in wait to enact vengeance does it out of love. if he was nothing more than a corrupt tyrant, he wouldn't remember the circumstances of riko's demise or care enough about them. suguru's rise as a hero and his subsequent fall as a villain has always been about love. and it seems, to me, up until his death, he prioritizes satoru over himself. doesn't see satoru as a weapon at all, or he would have directly asked satoru to join his cause. instead he poses to satoru a question, presents him with a choice - which in turn makes satoru shaken enough to question his identity, his place in the system, becoming a teacher and dedicating his all to a fitting reformist centrism from an isolated and dare i say, individualistic person such as himself, who stands on the pinnacle of power. but he wouldn't have come to such a conclusion without suguru's experiences shaping his worldview (he himself apologizes to riko during his fight with toji because rather than feeling depressed over her death, he feels the pure pleasure of the world in that moment. killing toji endows him with a sense of duty towards megumi, and riko's death but obviously impacts him, but the change from full apathy, to neutral indifference except in the case of his students, was losing suguru.)

as evil as suguru becomes, he is not a hypocrite. that he kills his own parents is to show the seriousness and conviction he has in his ideals. his code of operation is consistent, even when it turns from pro-human to pro-shaman.

reminds you of what mahito tells yuuji: does yuuji ever consider how many curses he kills? so why should mahito account for how many humans he kills? suguru geto presents us with a possible answer : someone has to care about how many shamans are killed.

you can condemn him for his use of collective punishment, but suguru is a villain!

you can criticize his killing of innocents, but jjk conveys the carefully crafted narrative of a villain who once held staunch traditional and moral ideals.

suguru is evil for proposing collective punishment, but it is incredibly consistent with how emotional he is. he is empathetic because he cares about a girl like riko, doomed by the actions of the rest of the world, forgotten in her misery. he cares and it drives him to the deepest pits of despair, where life loses all color and meaning, despite only knowing her for so long and haibara as well, he enshrines haibara in his memory, when no one other than nanami does. hardly anyone remembers riko's existence, haibara's laughing face, but he does! and for that he spends each moment sinking in the quagmire of his grief and torment. his empathy is a sword of damocles hanging over his neck! to say that he is cruel and unfeeling is to contradict the very agony that drives his (wrongful?) actions. and he is indeed wrong for externalizing this indelible pain, wanting to inflict it upon innocents. but suguru is a villain! has been set up as such!

mahito raises this question to junpei,"is the opposite of love really indifference?" to satoru, it is. but to suguru, it is hatred which is the opposite of love.

[aphel1on]

[thoughtssvt]

heatwaves

nanami kento x reader

content : angst (mutual pining but the two of you are idiots), 2006/2007 jjk when kento and reader are both students, open ending (possible part 2)

You and Nanami were just friends. That's all you were. Nanami in front of Gojo, Geto and Shoko. Kento in the private of either your room or his or those fleeting moments in the common room where it was just the two of you and a conversation of whose room would be empty that night.

You just shared music tastes, that's all. Nights sprawled out on the bed a good distance apart so that his earbuds could stay in each of your ears– yours and Kento’s, one bud each�� that was it. You'd fall asleep next to each other. Sometimes on accident. Waking up just early enough to catch his peaceful face, bangs pinned between the side of his head and the mattress, sure to be crimped in an awkward position off his scalp to which you'd never been able to hold in your laugh. But it was okay because as soon as the both of you had risen into a sitting position and the pink morning light seeped in through the blinds you’d see the shadows of his dimples and a teasing remark left his lips that your hair was in a similar god awful state.

Not much changed between the two of you when Haibara died. Except the feeling of your heart hiding deeper into your chest as you slipped out of Kento’s room bright and early, missing the way it thudded harder against your ribcage on those rare mornings you caught Haibara’s gaze as he stepped out of his own room.

You hadn’t known that Kento got an earful of teasing from your senpai– his room sandwiched between Haibara’s and Geto’s and Gojo’s, either one or both of your seniors catching a glimpse of your back as you fled the boy's wing– Kento feeling the need to clarify that you were just friends. He didn't want to give you the wrong impression.

You understood. You never got any ideas, in fact. Never let yourself that night you watched the sun set together, burnt orange warming his face as he panted in exhaustion, your chests heaving in sync, curse corpses dissolving into nothing around you. It was then as blood streaked down his face, eye squeezed shut to shield itself from the red, that he told you about the future he wanted.

He wanted to get married. He wanted a family. A cat to call Mittens because it looked like it was wearing a pair or a dog he didn't want on the bed, but knew he wouldn't be able to sleep without its presence radiating against the soles of his feet. Maybe even a fish in a tank that was one fish too big that would spit water at him every time he passed by. He wanted a house or maybe an apartment that was just enough so he could get there faster. To the future. Because he wanted all of it. After. Not in this life. Not when he had to wave his friends off before every mission not knowing if he would see them again.

You were just friends, that's what you told everyone. It was simpler that way. He'd answer your calls on your lonely walks home, as a friend. You’d burn CDs for him to listen to on his solo missions, as a friend. He knocked on your door the second you called to tell him the night was too heavy and when you heard about the failed mission you were already barreling through campus to get to him before you even heard about Haibara. As friends.

You made sure not to get the wires crossed, but you once joked that you saw each other more during the night than you did during the day and he told you that maybe it was because he needed the heat of the sun under the moonlight. Maybe you saw a sparkle a little too bright that night. You wouldn't dare call it love. Because you were just friends.

You wanted so badly to reach out to him, tell him to stay as you watched his figure diminish, his room empty, void of the memories that even hinted you could've been more, but of course you didn't. And maybe you could've taken the words out of his mouth when you walked in on him packing, his eyes pleading for you to do so, but you didn't.

Four years later he's in front of you. His hair short, form sturdier, sleek in a fitted suit and a gaudy tie you would've made fun of if your heart wasn't bursting with hope. For the first time out of all the others you wondered if you or him could get the wires crossed. If you were finally allowed to feel the heat under the daylight with him.

moon and sun dividers by @strangergraphics-archive

nanami x reader masterlist

A/N : ahhhh stop idek the funk i'm in. first it was Last Call now it's this. I heard a sound on tiktok that was just so nostalgic I had to write this. and Kento's just a tragedy and tragedies should be written about and felt. It pains me that he wanted a spouse and a family but he wanted to wait until he could leave the sorcerer life. I promise I have a fic where I give him happiness. why is it just so much harder to write (it's a long one, that's why it's taking so long). anyway... for those of you who have left requests in my ask box I promise i'll get to them, it's just been a long time since I didn't have to put projects before the ideas that I want to write and i'm in a learning curve of [trying] to improve my writing style. please feel free to keep leaving requests! i'll be doing them in the order they were received <3

[jieunsies]

hidden inventory arc !!

[yumaisbored]

Geto could’ve had a future with a man who is rich, the strongest, and incredibly down bad for him, but he quite literally chose violence

[shycoconutt]

I know a lot of people are joking about emo-nami but I can’t help but imagine that this is the face of nanami kento at his best friend haibara’s funeral.

[arctvros]

cult leader off duty

[gabbyp09]

[raamitsu]

two years and still relevant.

also, this reminded me of my ex twitter mutual (who is currently one of the biggest JJK accounts who shares their theories, analysis) where one day they decided to share about how they kind of complained that Gege didn't draw Satoru shedding tears or showing any sign of trauma after what has happened to him in the HI arc which caused a huge uproar among sensible JJK readers.

I hope this statement above crosses your mind every time someone is trying to convince you that Satoru didn't care of what happened to his friends and especially himself. people experience traumatic situation and deal with it differently. you don't need to see a different appearance in a person to understand they're having a trauma.