#when i think about the issues i have with jjk currently and think of earlier chapters

[jacuzziwaters]

I hate when a show I watch goes downhill and when I go back to rewatch "the good parts" I notice that the problems were always there.

[nanaminokanojo]

THAWING ICE QUEEN (bonus chapter #2)

–one night of fooling around with the annoying campus king gojo satoru (he thinks so), turns into...well, something else more long term

CHARACTERS: gojo satoru x you | geto suguru | jjk characters

GENRE: college au | smut | smau | smau + prose | everything in between | ons | fubus to lovers | aged-up characters | idk where this is going

⚠️ TW/CW: strong/mature language | 🔞 | mentions of alcohol, smoking, etc. | this has narrations | god-awful pet names | will add more if something arises

A/N: This is 4k+ words of pure filth, I'll have you know. 😂 Anyway, enjoy the bonus chapter. Didn't wanna leave you guys with nothing.

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

<<back to part 66 bonus chapter part 67>>

"Enjoying yourself without me?"

You chuckled at the sound of Satoru's voice coming from across you . He sure took his time coming into the spring to finally join you after taking your photo. You opened your eyes, and once you did, you were met by the sight of his tall figure coming down the steps of the spring. He smirked, keeping his eyes on you as he unwrapped and tossed the small towel which did a poor job at covering anything of his.

All the while, you watched the magnificent being that he is through half lidded eyes, noticing how his smooth skin flushed slightly as he waded towards you. The steam from the water didn't help in your already clouded vision and thoughts, eyes trailing from his face, down to his wide chest and sculpted abdomen. You observed him without reservations, your gaze piercing as you explored lower between his legs, beaming cockily when his length seemed to twitch at your unabashed attention.

Your tongue darted between your lips as you drank the entirety of his features, deciding that you liked him the most at his vulnerable moments – when he's under the mercy of your touch, bare for you to see every line and curve of what makes up the perfection that was Gojo Satoru. Although he always tried to conceal it with misplaced cockiness, you knew the truth in his reactions, coming to life under your fingertips, blue irises turning into mere rings that enclosed infinite universes when he's on the cusp of reaching his high all because of you.

Satoru sunk into the water not a foot away from you, an effort to conceal the blush that had suffused his cheeks before he was even knee-deep in the hot spring water. You looked away, deciding to give him reprieve but not before throwing a playful smirk his way. He sank even lower until all that was above water was to the point under his eyes, his hair falling over them as the steam made it damper.

"You'll get a nosebleed if you do that," you told him as you leaned your head back onto the artificially arranged rocks behind you, setting the cocktail you've made for yourself earlier on the side of the spring.

He straightened up and pouted at you. "I'll get a nosebleed if you don't stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" you asked, feigning innocence as you closed your eyes again. While you didn't have problems showing him just how physically attractive he is, it didn't hurt to tease him from time to time. Satoru is hot. Even the blind would know that.

The water calmed you down earlier, but having him close to you now, knowing he was watching you, seemed to have made the temperature rise. You sat still, letting your muscles relax although the anticipation was bubbling up in your chest. When was the last time you two were intimate? Why were you counting?

"Feeling better?" he spoke, his voice breaking through the sounds of nature that surrounded you.

"Better?" you repeated. "I don't think I was in any condition less than the current one I'm in to warrant that question, Satoru."

"You totally weren't okay yesterday." You could hear the pout in his tone, prompting you to open your eyes. "I just felt drained from the hike," you lied. He didn't have to know the details about your current issues with your dad, and you opted to change the topic, your disposition not swayed by his seemingly nervous small talk. "I am, however, in a good mood."

His lips stretched into a smile as he glanced at you, cheeks tickled pink. He could tell you it was because of the heat of the spring, and maybe you would indulge him and agree with it, but you knew otherwise, deciding to push him even further.

"In a giving mood, in fact."

Your words were like a bomb blast in the relative quiet of your surroundings, its effects and connotation lingering in the air, smoldering into a sizzle, shrapnels driving into his consciousness to drive your innuendo deeper in. This time, when he returned your gaze, he didn't look away, evidently torn between just acting on it and making sure you meant what he thought you did.

And then he broke into a lazy smile, concealing the sudden assault of lust that had made his clear blue eyes hazy. Well, barely. The honest thing between his muscled thighs didn't seem to agree. "Sweet cheeks, stop messing around."

You wanted to make him squirm, be the one to snap even if you're the one who was initiating the act. Gojo Satoru was one confident man, but you know what becomes of him when he lets go of his pride in exchange for unbridled pleasure. That's exactly what you wanted to see – him turning into a hot mess because of you. And you knew just how to do that.

To make your point clear, you took his hand from under the water, slowly lifting it up towards your left cheek. He instinctively cupper your face but you turned your face towards his palm, planting butterfly kisses all the way up to the tip of his index finger. You relished in the way he gazed at you, seemingly bewitched, a smile etching across your lips when his eyes rounded at the sensation of your tongue darting out to lick at the side of his finger.

And then you slipped his finger into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Your eyes remained fixated on his every reaction, his breath hitching when you lightly bit the tip.

You had a whole new look in your eyes as they took on a dark, seductive mood. You guided his hand over your body, going lower as you rose up from the water, droplets of steamy water sliding down your naked form. You let his hand go, standing before him and letting him touch you the rest of the way down. You tilted his chin up so he was looking at you. He looked so hot with his hair pushed back, flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips as he felt his way over the curve of your hips.

"Does it look like I'm messing around, Satoru?"

He needed no further goading, taking the initiative by standing up to his full height. Both his hands took their places to cup your head, keeping you still as he dived in, seeking your lips and hungrily coveting them in a seering kiss that set the rest of your body on fire. With one hand, he grabbed onto your waist, squeezing as he dragged you closer to him, and in response, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing closer until your breasts were flush against his taut chest.

Satoru bent down as his hands traveled down your ass, squeezing the bare flesh and grinding the apex of your thighs against his sinewy thighs. He wanted control, but you weren't about to give it to him. He was about to lift you up by the thighs when you bit down on his lower lip, causing him to groan but pause at the same time, eyes wide in surprise.

A giggle bubbled from yout throat as you pushed him against the edge of the spring. "You weren't listening. I said I was in a giving mood." As if to emphasize your point, you shoved him further back until he was forced to hold onto the wooden platform behind him, the water just reaching halfway up his thighs.

"Didn't know you were hungry – Oh shit!" He intended that comment to be smug, but his breath hitched at his last words when you grabbed his balls in your hand just tight enough to warrant his reaction. That ought to show him who's in charge this time, and he didn't seem opposed to it, shutting up and even holding his breath as you slid your hand underneath his shaft. He was heavy on your palm, a tad bit warmer and flushed from having been submerged in the hot water of the spring. And then you wrapped your fingers around him and started pumping.

Satoru let out a shaky breath as you pressed closer, his eyes intent on yours as he broke into a grin. You pulled him towards you just close enough so you could feel his gasped breaths in sync with your hand. "Think you can keep your hands still for me?"

"Mhmm," he agreed a little to eagerly, his nose flaring at the prospect of what was to come.

"You promise?" you asked, your hand stopping its movements when he didn't answer quick enough.

"I promise, sweet cheeks."

"Good." You slowly got down on your knees, just the perfect height to be eye-level with his cock and for the water to reach above your chest. "You touch me, we stop, yes?"

Satoru just nodded not taking his eyes off of you. He watched you, the anticipation radiating from every inch of his skin as he waited for you to make yout next move.

"Your word, baby," you prompted him to which he responded with a quick, "Yes. Just...please –"

You chuckled, stroking him again. "Someone's eager. You're lucky you're pretty." But you gave in to his wishes, moving closer towards him, your tongue pushing between your lips to run the tip of his cock over it, repeating the action of stimulating that specific area before finally wrapping your lips around the swollen head. With a final whirl of your tongue against his slit, you pushed forward, taking him into your mouth. With every push and pull, you took as much of his length a little more at a time, reveling in the sweet noises he was making above you.

"Fuck, baby, you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth," he said between every hitched breath.

You continued to work him up until you felt him touching the back of your mouth, almost nudging at your throat. He flinched slightly when you took him that far again, and the next time you pulled back, you did so to the tip before hollowing your cheeks and giving him a particularly hard suck.

"Nngghh, Y/N – baby, that feels s-so...ah, fuck!"

You hummed, drool dripping to your chun as you continued with your ministrations, taking him deeper while making up for the rest of his length with your hand that simultaneously moved with your mouth with heightening intensity at every turn.

This was what you wanted, see him unraveling, his legs spasming as he tried to keep himself up, knuckles turning bone white as he kept his hands on the platform, trying so hard not to just grab your hair and fuck your mouth the way he wants. He's so pretty like that – fucked out, sweat dripping from his temples from his resolve to keep his end of the deal, flushed across the cheeks and jaw slack from your attention as you deliberately fondled his balls. There was certain satisfaction in bringing a man like him – confident and used to getting his way – down to his knees; a certain degree of pride knowing you were the one who was pushing him to edge. All while you are the one on your knees, literally, and holding the reins with absolute control. The thought of it was enough to make your pussy clench around nothing, heat pooling in depths of your loins. Who would have thought giving Gojo Satoru what he wanted could be such a turn-on to you?

And just when he thought he's in heaven, you take him higher by taking him deeper into your throat, his cockhead pushing down deeper, the momentary loss of air in your lungs an exhilarating sensation as you brought him closer and closer to the edge. All you could hear were broken fragments of your name, his repeated praises and declarations of how good it felt and how close he was.

"S-sweet cheeks...I-I'm s-so close...ha..." Unable to help it, his right hand shot out, and you let him, your teary eyes focusing on him as he took a fistful of your hair and snapped his hips, moving on his own none-too-gently. "You look so pretty for me...so good to me..." Expletives spilled out of his mouth while you choked on him. "I'm c-cum –"

He didn't get to say the rest of his words but had the mind to pull out just in time for the rest of his cum to erupt on your lips and chin, dripping down on your neck, thick and warm. He braced himself on your shoulders as he sank into the water with you, catching his breath as he chuckled.

"Goddamn, that mouth of yours," he rasped, pulling you onto his lap when he saw you darting your tongue out of your mouth to taste him. Satoru licked your neck clean, his mouth seeking yours in a sloppy kiss that was mostly his tongue playing with yours until neither of you can tell whose taste it was either of you were chasing after.

"That good?" you asked him cockily while he kissed down the column of your throat.

He hummed against your skin. "Best fucking head I got. Ever."

You laughed. "Silly."

He gripped your hips, causing you to yelp as he adjusted your position on his lap so that his dick, which was growing hard again, perfectly slotted between your thighs. "Not kidding, baby. I told you. We're just perfect –" He teasingly slid his length between your pussy lips as he pressed you onto him, his grip on your waist tight. "– for each other."

"So you keep telling me."

He smirked at you. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't believe it."

You lifted your hands up to his cheeks, pinching them. "You're so cheesy about it, too."

"You don't like it?" he asked and you could've sworn you saw hurt cross his face. It was fleeting, but you knew you weren't imagining it, especially when he made an effort to distract himself from looking at you, scooping water in his hand and letting the water drip over your shoulder.

You shook your head. "I didn't say that."

At that, his ocean eyes finally met yours, a small smile tugging at the corners of his sensuous lips. "I'll take what I can get. For now..."

"Fo now what – What –!" You let out a surprised shriek when Satoru suddenly stood up, lifting you up by your thighs and taking you with him out of the spring and deeper into the house. Water dripped on the floor from your naked forms, leaving a wet trail in your wake.

"I want you to sit on my face, sweetheart."

And he made you do just that, lying flat on the bed while you kneeled astride his head, hands braced on the headboard while you watched him underneath you. Uncertainty swam in your eyes as you felt his hands grip your hips to keep you suspended enough above his mouth, his piercing gaze trained to your quivering cunt. Satoru always did that, you noticed, and he always did so with such an expression that spoke volumes of his hunger.

Regardless if you were ready for what he has in store for you, he pulled you down closer to give your folds a long lick. The first contact was so electrifying that you found yourself arching your back, a dragged out moan leaving your lips as he tongued at your clit, swirling the tip around it several times before flicking on it in a quick, steady rhythm that had you rising on your legs.

His name spilled from your lips between high-pitched keens and broken pleas. Whether you wanted him to keep going or to stop, you didn't know. But he stole your breath with every shift between his tongue and lips, sucking on your clit and folds like he was tasting water for the first time.

"Oh god," you breathed out hoarsely when he started burrowing his tongue into you, his head moving side to side with the action as he fucked you with his mouth, fast and unrelenting that you felt yourself unraveling before you were even aware of it. Still, he didn't stop, even moaning against you as if to encourage you.

"T-too much...it's too much, 'Toru," you whined, your legs shaking when you felt another wave of orgasm, causing you to squirm away from his touch, bur he wasn't going to let that happen. At some point, he made the decision for you, holding you still and not allowing you to move. His strong arms kept you pinned to the spot just like how he wanted it. Meanwhile, he continued to make out with your nether lips, the noises he was making along with the loud squelching of his lips and tongue so lewd in your ears that in no time, he had you gushing all over him, your slick juices covering the lower half of his face.

"Fuck – ah!" Your hand faltered on the headboard as he licked you clean. "Good girl," he whispered sweetly between kitten licks all over your oversensitive pussy. You were just about ready to topple over on the bed with your legs having turned to jelly under your weight, but he caught you just in time to pull you over himself, sliding you over his abs.

"Goddamn, that mouth if yours," you repeated his words to you earlier, breathless as you spoke.

Satoru had this self-satisfied look about his cum-laden face as he let out a quiet laugh at the mess he made of you. "That good, sweet cheeks? We've just begun though."

You limply fell forward on him, not wanting to put further strain on your thighs. "Shut up," you told him, voice muffled on the crook of his neck which soon turned to whines as he reach down your ass, squeezing before his fingers made their way between your legs, smearing your cum all over your pussy lips.

"You like that?" he cooed in your ear, teasing your fluttering hole and dipping two fingers in just partially when he felt your body twitch. "You've got to answer me, Y/N." But all he heard from you were pleasured sounds, the short, gasps of air eventually becoming quick successions of moans as he worked his fingers into you like well-oiled pistons, lubricated by your juices.

But before you could fall off the edge again, he maneuvered you over to his side so he could lay beside you, reaching an arm over to your front, his fingers gliding over your belly and back into your wetness.

"A-ah! Satoru...fuck..." you squealed when he shoved his fingers back into your throbbing cunt, going deep in search for your sensitive spot as if he hadn't been doing much of that already. You grabbed his hand, trying to stop him, but he tilted your head towards him, distracting you by claiming your lips with his, sloppily kissing you and hungrily swallowing your pathetic mewls.

"You started this, baby. Didn't you say you were in a giving mood?" he taunted you. "Well, I'm in a taking mood, and I want you." His fingers moved faster within you. "I want everything you can give me. You can do it. You've been so good so far."

You let out a soft mewl at his praises, snuggling closer to him to have something to hang on to, feeling as if gravity was failing as he brought you to yet another high, the knot forming in your loins tensing until there was no other way but to let go. The constant way in which he touched you caused your whole body to spasm until you were reduced to nothing but liquid pleasure and on his fingers alone.

"Mmhhh..." You panted onto his chest as his movements slowed down. Satoru took his fingers out, gently caressing your folds in languid strokes as your nerves calmed down a tad.

You were still shaking even as he kissed you tenderly, barely able to respond but letting him in when you felt his tongue probing into your mouth, teasing yours into reciprocation. As he did, he grabbed one of the pillows above your head, pulling away just quick enough to lift your hips a little to slip it under you. It was obvious what he was going to do after, and as if on instinct, you closed your legs together

He kissed you on the cheek, progressing lower and leaving a trail of fire as he moved to your jaw line, under you ear to the side of your neck, your skin flushing on the spots he paid most attention to. Satoru moved to hover above you, caging you into place as he littered your chest with blooming, red roses. His mouth latched onto one of your breasts, taking in as much as he could before sucking on your nipple hard.

Still too overwhelmed that his slightest touches was sending you on overdrive, you arched your back as he played with your succulent tits, shifting his attention from one to the other. "I can't get enough of these babies," he told you in a salacious tone, tongue hanging out as he flicked a sensitive bud. "I love putting them in my mouth," he said absently, covering one with his hand before giving it a rough squeeze. "I love everything about you."

The thudding of your heart grew heavier, and you knew it wasn't because of the physical exertion alone. His words were worming their way into your head, making your whole body go warm and for your chest to feel tighter as butterflies struggled to get out of you.

He resumed devouring your left breast while his hands roamed lower, spreading your legs apart with ease, keeping them open by wedging himself between them. With his hand between your bodies, he stroked his cock and started sliding the underside against your slick-laden slit, slowly humping you. At times, the head of his cock snags against your clit and he would repeat the same movements just to pull little squeaks out of your throat.

"You like that?"

"More...ah, 'Toru...ah...hnngggh..." You started bucking your hips up in time with his rhythm, unable to help it, the friction becoming so good that you thought you were going to combust.

You could feel yourself turning lucid, your brain turning to an incoherent mush with every stimulating stroke of his flesh against yours. But just as you thought it was too much, Satoru drew back, and just as you were reaching your high, he plunged deep into you, the action accompanied by a symphony of your cries of delectation and a guttural groan that spilled past his lips when he was met with little resistance upon his entrance and the subsequent clenching of your walls around him, spasming as if a welcoming hug filled with longing.

Liquid heat surrounded him as he slowly pulled out, torn between just staying inside you and fulfilling his desires which were quickly catching onto him. The latter prevailed as he thrust harder, gradually building up his rhythm. His thoughts were filled with nothing but the fact that what the two of you had transcended just sexual compatibility, sealing the thought in his head that you were made for each other, uniquely so like puzzle pieces coming together.

It wasn't just sex anymore, not to him. The way you fit in his arms, the way your hands felt just right with each other, the way it was so easy to put affection in every single one of his acts towards you. All of those went just beyond physical.

He just knows he had never and will never have anybody as good as you and how you make him feel.

And you were just the same, babbling nonsense as your mind swirled with nothing but Gojo Satoru, not sure if you wanted more, your mind telling you what you wanted but never translating to anything he could comprehend.

"Tell me what you want, sweet cheeks. Come – ah – come on, baby. I know you can do it."

Broken syllables of his name fell past your lips.

"Yes, baby. I'm here." His voice was accompanied by the sound of your hips coming together as he fucked you senseless. He took your limp arms, making you hold onto him as he patiently hung onto what you will say.

"Y-you...I want..." And then your eyes opened, shining with tears as something profound invaded every crevice of your being, radiating from your chest to the lines of your being. "I want you, Satoru," you finally managed to say in one go, and when you did, as if you were released from invisible bonds, you let go fully, heart and soul.

With a few more thrusts, you came around him and more, squirting with the force of a train wreck hitting you both as he continued to drive his cock into your leaking cunt, going against the pressure of your orgasm.

"Holy shit, baby! You're so hot – fuck!"

He followed shortly after you did, spurts of his release coating your walls, his cock swelling with the pride that he made you feel that good. With the strength left in him as his hips involuntarily moved through the pleasure, he rolled you both over so you were on top of him, his body shaking underneath your equally unstable form.

The bed was a mess, you both were a mess, but neither of you moved. He just cradled you on his chest, listening to the sound of your breathing as you came down from whatever cloud he sent you to.

You felt trapped in your mind as you lay still, hearing each one of his heartbeats, feeling when he moved slightly to pull out of you, your mixed essences dripping out of you and onto the space between you. His breaths evened out as yours did, soon replaced by light snored and mumbling.

And then he said your name followed by two words which, albeit mumbled, were very clear to you.

"Love...you."

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© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI’S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20240205]

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[deusvervewrites]

When you think about it, the current situation between the state of Jujutsu Kaisen and MHA are really similar. Both Shonen are reaching their end points, with MHA having one more arc to go and JJK having maybe two more. They’ll both end by end of year. Both fandoms are actively imploding: MHA fans are either writing fanfic to deal with Horikoshi’s questionable writing decisions (to be fair, he has to deal with Jump editors) or just coping. (Ask 1/2, I’m running out of space)

Jujutsu Kaisen fans are either coping extremely hard (search up lobotomy Kaisen for context) or just practically praying that Gege fixes the story. Both authors are trying to finish the story up fast. Gege is trying to finish so that they can write their idol manga (yes, really) and earlier, Horokoshi is done with the jump editors. The problems plaguing both manga are even similar, with Horokoshi’s villains being boring and him killing off to many people, and Gege’s villains… (ask 2/3) …Are also boring AF, with the equivalent of the HPSC or even Overhaul, (Kenjaku, who’s as immortal as AFO but actually smart), being replaced as BBEG by Sukuna, who STILL has not had his backstory explained. (And is as dull as AFO.) The only difference is that Gege has killed too many characters for us to care, while the stakes that Horokoshi has put up aren’t all that engaging. (And again, so many pacing issues.) Thankfully Gege seems to be back to writing well, but only after a THREE WEEK …Break. ( sorry, my last ask got sent in early.) With all that said, what do you think about both series? And what do you think either author could do to fix it? (So sorry that my asks are this long, this got longer than I expected, and I didn’t know Tumblr had a character cap) (Ask 3/4)

I never got into Jujutsu Kaisen. I have no idea what it's fandom is doing and I'm not really invested in finding out since I'm not reading that manga. However, I do know enough to weigh in on Sukuna. The reason I hate AFO being an idiotic cardboard cutout is because of how he was built up, and how MHA has other characters represent societal failings, but AFO doesn't. How AFO steals the screentime from the far more compelling Shigaraki.

However.

Sukuna, from my understanding, was always the main antagonist. After all, the series starts with him possessing the protagonist. Additionally, JJK takes many cues from Naruto--which makes sense, as they're both highly influenced by Hunter x Hunter. And Sukuna serves a very similar role to the Nine Tailed Fox in Naruto, but where Kurama eventually came around, Sukuna doesn't. All media is a conversation.

Like, Sukuna is the Evil Curse. Isn't he called The King of Evil Curses or something? Why wouldn't I assume he's the main antagonist, when he's introduced the way he is and given such weighty titles like that and remains a constant threat through the entire story?

I'm sure an actual JJK fan could give a more nuanced take on it though.

As for fixing MHA? You can't. And I'm fine with that. The problems I have with MHA are things that either have to have never happened (the OFA Kills Quirked Wielders bullshit) or needs a total rewrite (the HPSC not being a major antagonist before their destruction). However, Horikoshi already laid the groundwork for all of the things I want rewritten. I don't necessarily need to see Midoriya fight the HPSC to know that they're bad and that he's making a point about government seizing control of bodily autonomy being bad, or that celebrity culture leads to unsustainable pressure and putting people on unrealistic pedestals. Horikoshi has already made those points.

[xx---locketdragon---xx]

Formation R-Jujutsu Kaisen Comic

(For those who can read cyrillic, you can also call pronounce it as "Formation Ya", the title is a joke on faux cyrillic usage).

Well, this will be my first comic that I made entirely in 2024! It's based on my current anime of interest, Jujutsu Kaisen!

Now, this comic was a result of taking some of the things I have read and seen, and then putting them into the idea soup pot that is my brain to create the weird, wacky and strange plotline of this one.

Of course, the main inspiration was the Juju Sanpo (Juju Stroll) skit where Fushiguro was getting hit on (he was not) and Gojo, Itadori and Kugisaki got into Formation B to stop it. (Gojo's "DOROBONEKOCHANTACHI" scream still lives in my head rent free). I could not stop laughing at that skit. Poor Fushiguro, with all these clowns around him, no wonder he has to be the holder of their shared brain cell.

The other significant inspiration for this comic was an article I read in an attempt to understand manliness in a different cultural context. I became curious about it after I was talking with someone and they said something about being manly, which got me curious about what does it mean to be manly for them because our cultural backgrounds were very different. After a few google searches, I found one article that had me cringing, laughing and going "what the fuck" at the same time. I do not take it seriously at all, and of course, it has not left me with an increased understanding of manliness in different cultures.

But it was the first paragraph that caught my attention, where the author spoke of an ex beating up a random man just for talking with her or something. I had watched the Juju Sanpo skit a few hours earlier and remembered thinking to myself "Imagine Fushiguro Megumi dealing with that nonsense, he would beat that dumbass 3 ways to Sunday." (Remember, he beat up an entire gang of high schoolers, stacked them up, and sat on them like a throne back when he was only in middle school). So I combined the ideas and we got this wonderfully cursed abomination of a comic (no pun intended).

Of course, the obligatory disclaimer: Jujutsu Kaisen and the characters within all belong to Gege Akutami, I do not own any of it, this is just a fan work that I made for fun.

Also, a few warnings to not read this comic if you dislike any of the following:

-Jujutsu Kaisen and the characters within. -Possible OOCness. -Pop culture references. -A drunk man getting beat up by a high schooler. -Weird plotlines -Comedy

If you don't mind any of these, then go ahead, but if you do, turn away now. And for any Slavic fans of JJK who see this, please know that this entire comic is not to be taken seriously at all. Please, I don't want to have any issues on my blog after this.

Anyways, here we GO!

And that's the whole thing. I hope you enjoyed reading it, and sorry for all the splotches, Crayola and dollar store markers tend to leak through printer paper. Also, I am constantly learning new things as I draw, so the action scenes are a choppy because I just learned a new technique on how to draw fight scenes.

Anyways thanks for reading, hope you have a good laugh, and see you guys later.

[sukuna-thirst-trap]

Here's a Uraume theory for you all

Beware spoilers ahead.

Ok if you haven't read the manga and read past the Shibuya arc then this will spoil you or just confuse you even more

Let's get started.

Uraume we know very little about. Their first appearance was after Sukuna defeated Jogo. We know so little about them that their gender is still a mystery and according to the fan page of jjk Wikipedia (and apparently someone also said Gege senpai said it in an interview ) that they are a good cook and cook for sukuna. Cause you know he's terrible at that stuff.

So what we know is this:

🔷They are a servent of Sukuna

🔷Obviously preparing something for Sukunas revival.

🔷They are currently working with Kenjaku.

Because they have only appeared in a few pieces here and there in the manga we know very little about them.

🔷They have earned Sukunas respect

🔷their curse technique is ice

Now get ready because we are about to dive into the crazy part of the theory.

Some people theorize that Uraume is Sukunas lover but we don't even know if Uraume is even a male or female at this point. Also sukuna having lover seems unlikely to his nature.

If Kenjaku really involved sukuna in whatever he's truly plotting then I think he would have tried to stop Mahito from trying to kill Itadori and Sukuna, like Jogo did when he told Mahito that he was in the wrong earlier in the Shibuya arc. Kenjaku didn't stop Mahito so either Kenjaku knew that Mahito would lose or he just doesn't consider sukuna a primary objective. Which leads into another theory of mine about Kenjakus true plans with the culling game.

Whether lover or friends, it's obvious that Uruame is close to sukuna. Which begs to question why is Uruame is working with Kenjaku and does this mean that Kenjaku is helping to revive the king of curses??

Kenjakus plan/s does not seem to focus on Sukuna entirely. After the first meeting with the special curses where "Geto" and Jogo discuss plans, "Geto" mentions getting both itadori and Sukuna to side with them. However it seemed to me that it isn't Kenjakus primary objective to get Sukuna on their side.

The idea was if they could force Itadori to make a contract with Sukuna so the later could have full control, then they assumed Sukuna would join their cause. To literally destroy humanity because these curses believe they are the true version of humanity.

The only issue was Sukuna already made a contract with Itadori and also Sukuna doesn't seem all that happy when Mahito is introduced to him. Thus causing a rivalry.

So...

But what if Uruame is waiting for Kenjaku to make a final move or unveil his plot further and backstab kenjaku and use whatever it is that he was after to finish sukunas full revival.

Now back to Uruame.

This is where Uraume comes into play. They are a sorcerer with good ice skills so someone Kenjaku can use right?

(also the whole fire and ice thing people have mentioned about with Sukuna and Uraume is wholesome to say they balance each other out)

They also have to be the same age or close to the same age as Sukuna since they knew him from the golden age of jujutsu. So we have to question how on earth a human can survive that long. Kenjaku we understand as they jump from body to body(to the point I'd call him more curse then human at this point), so does Uruames curse technique somehow make them semi immortal? Or are they too become a curse? Maybe to server loyalty to Sukuna?

And not to forget to mention that means all three were former/are sorcerer's from the golden age and we can assume they were either friends or knew of each other during that point of time. Maybe Kenjaku is the reason Sukuna became the king of curses?

I guess that's up to Gege senpai to explain

I mean maybe Sukuna is wanting to get his hands on a souless curse womb death painting to use and take over as another vessel from Kenjaku 🤣

Cause something tells me that after sukuna made it clear even with all his fingers devoured he may still be unable to take over itadoria's body and now knowing that Kenjaku had something to do with Yujis father you have to question if he meddled with Yuji..or is his actual biological parent since it's still unclear if Kaori is Yujis mother or another body snatched up by Kenjaku.

Either way if that is the case then Uruames plot is to seperate the two from each other and give sukuna a new body or something along those lines. Which may also be where Megumi comes into play with his shinigami.

Ok but jokes aside until we find out more information about Uruame it's all just speculation.

I'm not convinced they are lovers but they are close enough to call servant and master in this situation.

So until then. Take this as you wish and let the theories and ideas go crazy

Maybe something platonic between them?

We could also theorize that Uruame plans to backstab Sukuna but I highly doubt that since they appear to be very loyal to Sukuna. But this is Gege senpai we are also talking about who loves to through plot twists our way.

I'd love to learn more about Uruame and at present I think they will be a character that's kind of there and in the background but has a far bigger role to play.

Hopefully Gege senpai will have them show up more often.

P.s sorry if I may have misspelt Uraumes name a few times 😅

[akaashisupremacy]

Brimming with Hope

Summary: Having broken off your engagement for an arranged marriage with Gojo, your relationship is in shreds. As you two give your relationship a second chance, what does hope look like to two disillusioned lovers?  

Gojo Satoru  x reader

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Genre: fluff, angst, exes to friends to lovers (wc: 1.5k)

“I don’t think they’ve fully made up their mind about me.” Gojo Satoru confesses to Nanami Kento.

In between assignments and his students, Gojo finds Nanami at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech’s grounds. They’re strolling along one of the many wooden hallways when Gojo opens up about you, his ex-fiancee and his current lover.

“What makes you say that?” Nanami rarely involved himself in other people’s romantic entanglements. Too much work really.

Gojo shrugs and sighs, “It’s like their affection is platonic. They care about me as a person, but I’m not sure if they have romantic feelings for me.”

The latest development of his relationship with you has been nothing short of daunting. Your relationship, albeit not exclusive was running past the six month mark. The longer he stayed around you the more pressure he felt. Commitment is not his thing. Dating his ex is also not his thing. But you certainly are.

“Can you blame them?” Nanami snorts, “How does it feel to be at the other end of the uncertainty?”

Gojo scowls in silence, hands pressed deep into his pocket.

“Well if they’re going out with you and stuff, then that’s not platonic.” Nanami offers. “Just make sure you’re not just fucking around again. Some people deserve better, Gojo. Leave them alone if you can’t get your shit together.”

Gojo stops walking. Nanami’s words are harsh and cold, voicing Gojo’s ultimate fear about himself.

Gojo opens his mouth and closes it shut. Nanami raises a brow. He senses some hesitation.

“Everything we do feels more intimate. I’ve been with other people, but this feels so…so….deep.” he murmurs.

Nanami turns around and snorts, “It’s the feelings. You’ve caught feelings.”

“This relationship feels so temporary...just when I feel like I’ve settled in, I’m to be up on my toes knowing this isn’t going to last. I realized they eventually want a family, but not with me. Because that’s just not me. It feels like there’s a time bomb waiting to go off.” Gojo continues, his tone silent and mournful.

More than anyone, Gojo knows you deep desire to be married and have a quiet family life. It's something he doesn't want and it pains him to know that you'll eventually go your separate ways.

Nanami breathes out, waiting for Gojo to catch up with a few long strides, “You can’t have everything.”

“I don’t need everything. Just the things that count.” Gojo replies, walking by Nanami’s side.

“Then you have to look for a happy middle, for you and for them.” Nanami shrugs.

Gojo scratches his head. What can he do?

————————————————————————————— You walk out of the morgue to leave Ieri to her work. As you step out, you come face to face with Nanami, who looks surprised that you’re here.

“Didn’t expect you to be around Ieri’s lair.” he comments.

“I didn’t expect to have a casualty either.” you shrug, waving around a file.

You hardly ever see Nanami after graduating. The school grounds were big. Your schedules never line up. Neither of you were particularly close.

He silently looks around if Ieri is behind you.

“So you and Gojo…” he trails.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, “Not you too! You know what, instead of asking me, you should ask Gojo and his commitment issues, for updates.”

Your voice rings louder on the empty walls than you intended.

“I did.” he replies.

“And?”

“Commitment issues with a capital “C” indeed.” Nanami states, as if the fact was self-evident. What’s new? You sniff.

“It’s unusual to see him so conflicted about you. You used to be his rock.” he adds.

Your eyes narrow, as if asking for more information. You were never really sure how Gojo felt about you when you two were younger. He seemed attracted during your brief arranged engagement, but his attention obviously flitted elsewhere after that.

Nanami relents, “When we were freshmen, you reminded him of home. He pretends not to be homesick all the time. He’s not very good at hiding it when he talks about you.”

“Well, that feeling didn’t last, did it?” you murmur just loud enough for Nanami to hear.

The outside of the morgue has always been a little dark. You wished the lights were dimmer because you know Nanami is observing you.

“Not to defend him, but he was so wrapped in you and your engagement that he needed to find who he was outside of that. He likes attention, too. Can’t deny that. But his affections were sincere for a time.” he says, “I don’t know where his feelings stand right now. This isn’t to give you false hope, but he can be in love, even though it’s against his greater instincts and experience.”

He bows briefly to excuse himself. He needs to head in.

“But you already know that deep down. Out of all of us, you know him the longest, and I would argue, the best.” he adds.

You're left outside stunned by his words. Out of all his surviving friends, you assumed it was Nanami who knew him better than everyone else. It was you. You knew him best, even when Gojo wasn't by your side.

You smile a bit. There are some bonds broken romances can't break.

———————————————————— On a train home from your assignment, you find the bullet train crowded as usual. Rush hour is the bane of your existence in Tokyo.

As you try to find an empty seat, you’re surprised to find Gojo opening some sort of regional snack (again).

“How is it that you have so much time for souvenir shopping?” you groan in comment.

“It’s nice to see you, too.” he offers the seat next to his.

You plop down beside him, distracted. You think back to what Nanami said earlier. What was it that Nanami said? That you were Gojo’s rock? What did that mean really?

He tries to offer you some food. You wave him off dismissively. After gathering your thoughts, you decisively turn to him.

“I just want to know,” you swallow, “How did you feel about me when we were kids.”

With his mouth ajar, he blinks. Where was this coming from?

“Why?” he instinctively asks.

You purse your lips, “I’ve been meaning to ask for the longest while. I want to know your answer.”

He leans back into his seat and puts his food down in concentration.

“I thought I knew what love was and it came in the form of you. It’s kind of dumb. What would a teenager know about that kind of stuff?” he shrugs, “I liked the idea that you liked me. You were someone who supported me. You were there for me. You were generous with your time and affection.

“Looking back it’s just infatuation, isn’t it?" he asks rhetorically.

“You sounded naive.” you say, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

He chuckles, “Who wouldn’t be at that age?”

“And sincere.” you followed up with a smile.

Gojo turns away from you. He sees glimpses of your early teenage years when he sees that smile. It was the smile you wore when he visited you at your clan’s home and helped out with your chores. You liked it when he would carry the firewood you gathered from the forest.

“...you made me feel so grown up, like I had my life together. Not everyone liked who they were engaged to, but I really liked you and you had believed in me so much.” he murmurs, “I felt so lucky to be able to marry you one day. I was literally brimming with hope. But that was 13 years ago.”

You both get off the train. The crowded station greets you both. Although you walk side by side, it is too easy for the crowd to sweep you away. You hold onto his sleeve. He doesn't notice.  

You try to say goodbye when you make it out, but he seems distracted. You begin to walk away.

“You’re not saying goodbye?” he asks, startled.

“I did, but you didn’t mind me.” you smirk with your arms crossed.

“Sorry. There’s a lot going on in my mind.” he nods, walking up beside you.

He leans in to plant a kiss on your cheek. You pull away.

“We’re in public,” you remind him. Gojo isn’t public with you on anything.

He kisses you anyway, pressing his lips on your cheek. You’re surprised but not unpleasantly so. His kiss is long and lingering. You embrace him with your arms around his waist. You briefly close your eyes to drown out the noise of the station.

Gojo can feel his heart racing a thousand kilometers per second. His shoulders relax. It's strangely freeing to be able to kiss you in public.

He knows he’s not into commitment, but whenever he sees you, he questions myself.

“I have to go now.” you bid softly.

I love you. He holds back. He waves carefully to not let his words escape his mouth. He’s not fifteen anymore. He should know better.

Gojo begins walking back to Jujutsu Tech. Being able to kiss you goodbye made him feel so grown up, like he has his life together more than he actually does. It makes him feel, once again, that he is brimming with hope.

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satosugu: the duality of yin and yang

jjk manga spoilers ahead!!!

Black and white are two colours commonly associated with duality, right?¿ Or at least, the quality of being opposites. Black and white; sun and moon; night and day.

Yin and yang.

For those that are unfamiliar, the ‘yin’ (darker side) is associated with femininity, darkness, and negativity, whereas the ‘yang’ (lighter side) is associated with masculinity, brightness, and positivity. A key concept in yin and yang is the idea of balance—yin and yang are complementary. They cannot exist without the other, just as light casts shadows and shadows exist only with light.

Now, it may just be a dumb reason like Getou and Gojou’s hair colours + aesthetic being black and white respectively that resulted in me writing this LMAO BUT I MEAN HERE I AM ANYWAY so I’ll try to keep it short.

(disclaimer: im not exactly an expert on this topic so feel free to correct me if i make a mistake akjdskfjks)

From what I’m familiar with, yin and yang are innately interconnected. Just look at the symbol above; you’ll notice that there’s white in the black swirl and black in the white. They’re two sides of the same coin. Meanwhile, Gojou and Getou are, fundamentally, so incredibly different yet somehow very similar—though the driving force of their motivations contrasts quite strongly, both of them are, quote unquote, ‘strong’, and more importantly recognise something wrong with their current shaman/jujutsu sorcerer system. Whether as friends, rivals, or enemies, they complement each other, just as yin and yang do.

Before I delve into this let me just note I think neither yin nor yang is inherently evil. They just... are. But when there’s an imbalance, well, that’s bound to cause some issues.

I’ll first be talking about Getou as ‘yin’. Needless to say this is quite obvious on a surface level haha. Genocidal guy with black hair goes brrrrr. But yeah, there’s probably more to it than that. For one, yin also brings with it connotations of a sort of ‘active principle’; this can be seen in the Getou’s reaction to, uh, that arc. Yes, you know which one. Amanai’s death sparked a change and prompted him to dig deeper into the issues with their shaman system—he eventually takes matters into his own hands and goes on a nice little killing spree resulting in his death resulting in his corpse being possessed resulting in another killing spree resulting in- you get the idea. 

Meanwhile, you can really see a difference in Gojou’s reaction. Sure, he’s hardly happy about the whole thing, but it didn’t seem to hit him, well, as hard as it did for Getou.... or at least it didn’t seem to make him have an existential and long-lasting moral crisis lmao. Yang actually has connotations of ‘altruistism’ which is kinda hilarious because (no offense) Gojou is anything but altruistic—in fact, it’s Getou who would be more fitting of that description, even if that altruism is born out of a deep sense of responsibility and idealogical obligation. 

Anywaaaay, back to the point. As yin signifies ‘active’, conversely yang would signify being ‘passive’; I wouldn’t go so far as to call Gojou completely passive, but like I mentioned earlier, his reaction to Amanai’s death does appear more passive compared to Getou—even their solutions to the underlying problems to the shaman society highlight this difference. Getou’s is to... you know. Commit mass murder. Gojou’s is more toned down, more subtle. He decides to guide a new generation for the future. He’s also ‘passive’ in a way that because he’s strong, so-called ‘the strongest’—he has the power to make a lot more change, a lot more upheaval, probably even had the power to kill or at least stop Getou during that Shinjuku KFC breakup we all know and hate. But he doesn’t. That sounds pretty passive to me.

Ehhh, I’m not sure this is the best example, but I’m putting it out there as an idea anyway.

And just as there is yin in yang and yang in yin, Getou and Gojou have each influenced the other drastically. There are parts of Getou in Gojou, parts of Gojou in Getou. Major events in their lives are intertwined with their counterpart in one way or the other—Getou’s departure prompted (or at least heavily influenced) Gojou to become a teacher, whereas in Shinjuku Getou implies he doesn’t see his goal as impossible because “it’s possible for you, right? Satoru.” There are smaller things, too, like how Gojou changes his pronouns from ‘ore’ to ‘boku’ like Getou told him to do before (no proof that this is because of Getou but I mean, well, inference ig). Either way, it is pretty clear—at least to me—that the two of them are entwined together, in a symbolic way or otherwise.

One more thing imma point out (AND IVE BEEN WANTING TO DO THIS SINCE FOREVER) is their names lol I mean c’mon. Getou and Gojou, Gojou and Getou? Satoru and Suguru, Suguru and Satoru¿ GS^2!!! Their initials the same!!! Could be coincidence, could be Gege just tryna screw with us, or it could how like they’re made to be two parts of one whole. Just like yin and yang and how they ultimately unite as one. Or, I mean, it could also just be me reading too much into it.

HHHHHHHHhhhhhh so I could go on and on all day about the varying aspects of yin and yang and how they connect to satosugu but unfortunately I have an overdue essay to write T_T I’ve only listed a few parallels here when there’s so much more to be fleshed out but I guess here’s some food for thought for now. Idk I just see a lot of potential in using yin and yang to analyse them hahahha... what do you guys think? Anyway that’s it for now~ thank you for reading and have a great day ahead! ^^

[mist-chance]

JJK Chapter 137

This is going up a bit late, but I wanted to post my thoughts on Chapter 137 before I get around to reading Chapter 138.

This chapter, which reads as Part 1 of the Shibuya Incident Aftermath, is really interesting because it shows what the state of the jujutsu world – and the non-jujutsu world of Japan – is outside of Shibuya. When there’s a lot of action going on, like the kind that’s been happening for the past year or so worth of chapters, it’s easy to get tunnel vision and focus only on the main cast. So it’s nice that we get some context as to what’s happening outside of Shibuya.

1) Dystopia abound.

We already got a hint of how the non-jujutsu world is affected by an influx of cursed spirits during the action part of the Shibuya Incident, within the contained space of the curtain surrounding Shibuya. Now we learn that other locations in Japan are being affected as well: the state of the government is unknown, there are concerns of how Japan’s political and commercial infrastructure will hold up to this massive shift in reality (and how other countries will view and react to these changes), people are evacuating affected cities, and an important question has arisen as a result of the Shibuya Incident – should the non-jujutsu world, the normal world, become aware of the existence of curses?

This question is important, because it seems Fake-Geto (I know the curse user possessing Geto’s body is Kamo Noritoshi the ancestor, but Fake-Geto is easier to use) is dead set on bringing back a world where powerful cursed spirits held the most influence in the world. It’ll be interesting to see whether or not cursed spirits and the jujutsu world at large become common knowledge to non-jujutsu sorcerers, and how the world will change as a result of either one of these decisions.

2) Yuta appears!

This is his first appearance since Volume 0 (the prequel volume). He pretty much looks the same to me, though his face looks a bit more mature and his hair is longer. He’s still awkward around others – even children – though he looks pretty confident when dealing with the elders at Jujutsu Headquarters. 

Here, Yuta seems to be gearing up for a rampage/epic beatdown similar to the one in Volume 0, after Geto took down his friends. Yuta’s pretty similar to Gojo in that he has the capability to pull of a deus ex machina during a time of crisis; he can evolve at an extraordinary rate and pull off impossible feats. (Gojo himself has mentioned that Yuta has the potential to become just as strong as him.)

So in JJK there are two god-like characters: Gojo Satoru, the self-proclaimed but probably-really-is the strongest sorcerer in the world, and Okkotsu Yuta, who’s on his way to being as strong as Gojo. The reason the Shibuya Incident had such devastating consequences is because Gojo was sealed away early on, and Yuta was supposedly still out of the country. Making these two god-like characters unavailable allowed for the struggles and losses in this arc to happen, and gave characters like our main trio the opportunity to grow.

What’s interesting in the aftermath of the Shibuya Incident is that we’re still down Gojo, but we’ve gained Yuta. And Yuta seems to be currently under the influence of the elders at Jujutsu Headquarters – or rather, they’re taking advantage of his need for vengeance and Yuta’s letting them manipulate him – whereas Gojo has always opposed their authority. (When Gojo killed Geto, I doubt he did it because the elders issued a kill-order on Geto. He most likely did it because Geto was dangerous, and Gojo knew the only way to stop him was to kill him.)

As of this chapter, the elders seem reluctant to trust Yuta. But for now, they have a Special Grade Sorcerer to do their bidding.

3) The elders at Jujutsu Headquarters and their plan of action.

This chapter again shows how black and white the current authority of the jujutsu world – the elders at Jujutsu Headquarters (I believe they’re all unidentified except for Gakuganji Yoshinobu) – are, and how desperate they are to maintain their conservative, straightforward vision of how the jujutsu world and the non-jujutsu worlds should be.

It’s hard to tell how much information Jujutsu Headquarters is operating on, based on the orders they’ve issues.

Order 1: We know the elders know that Geto is “alive.” However, it’s unclear whether or not they know that Geto isn’t the real Geto, but a curse user possessing his body. In any case, they want him killed again.

Order 2: We know the elders know Gojo is sealed, since originally, during the Shibuya Incident, the order was to free Gojo Satoru. (This may not have been an official Headquarters order; both the College and Kyoto group may’ve only been acting on Mechamaru’s info.)

This new order calls for Gojo’s continued imprisonment. It’s reasonable for the elders to be suspicious of Gojo (someone who’s always opposing their authority) to be Geto’s accomplice – especially since they were best friends  – so this order is understandable. 

But there’s a fine line between the elders wanting to keep Gojo sealed because they believe he’s a traitor, and wanting to keep him sealed away because it keeps him from interfering with their agenda.

Order 3: This order is absolutely ridiculous, on par with the idea of Absolute Justice in One Piece – the idea or reasoning that, because Geto and Gojo were his students, Yaga is responsible for the decisions they made and continue to make as adults. 

The elders didn’t hold this against Yaga when Geto (real Geto) defected and became a curse user. The difference between then and now is that Gojo is being treated as an accomplice to a curse user. So the goal of this order might be to punish Yaga for producing two traitorous students, or his execution is a way to justify Gojo’s continued imprisonment. The reasoning for the latter option, if we consider the dark, manipulative elders route instead of the ignorant, misinformed one, could be that, to justify that Gojo’s crime is bad enough to warrant being sealed for eternity, his former teacher is also culpable, and the only punishment worthy of his crime is death.

Order 4: Reinstating Yuji’s execution order is expected, given Gakuganji’s previous manipulations during the Kyoto Exchange Arc. 

Order 5: This order, for Yuta to be Yuji’s executioner, is also expected. Yuta is currently the only Special Grade (who hasn’t gone rogue) to not have a relationship or any interaction with Yuji; and, given Yuta’s desire to keep his friends safe, Yuji already has a point against him for what he did to Inumaki – even if it was technically Sukuna’s fault.

What might happen next?

There are two ways of thinking the elders could be operating under. One, they’re operating on incomplete information (mainly, not knowing Kamo Noritoshi the ancestor is possessing Geto’s body, which could potentially make Orders 2 and 3 void); or two, the elders do have all the information, and they’re trying to keep Gojo sealed away for their own benefit. With Gojo out of the way, the elders have no one (powerful enough, anyways) to oppose their authority, and they can shape both the jujutsu world and the non-jujutsu world as they please.

[Their order of keeping Gojo sealed is probably the one they’ll regret the earliest. It’s stated in one of the earlier chapters that curses grew in strength because a being of Gojo Satoru’s strength was born into the world. Cursed spirits grew stronger simply as a matter of evolution, the prey evolving to better counter the predator that would hunt them down. 

And while there are several talented sorcerers still active to fight the sudden influx of powerful cursed spirits, and several sorcerers-in-training who can step up to joint the fight, the Shibuya Incident also took talented sorcerers like Nanami. Gojo was very much a large-scale, heavy-hitter fighter, capable of taking down several curses at once with little effort. Without him around, it’ll  be harder for sorcerers to operate. It’ll definitely give Fake-Geto all the time he needs to enact his plans, since the sorcerers will be too busy fighting curses to figure out his endgame.]

Then there’s the question of how much Yuta knows about each order. Like the elders, Yuta is either ignorant of one or more of the orders (as in, he doesn’t know that Gojo is supposed to stay sealed, or that unsealing him is a criminal act; or that Yaga, Panda’s creator/guardian, is slated for execution), or he knows all of the orders and is choosing to ignore the ones that don’t give him permission to take out Yuji. Either mindset could lead to interesting future conflicts, but I think it’s more likely that Yuta doesn’t know all of the orders. Based on my read of him from Volume 0, he isn’t the type to go for extreme measures unless his friends are hurt.

It also looks like Yuta’s goal of executing Yuji can go two ways. Either he tries killing Yuji and ends up fighting Sukuna, or he tries killing Yuji and his friends (mainly Maki and Panda, if Inumaki’s still out of commission) stop him and beat some sense into him. It’s possible, of course, that the feelings of Yuji’s previous allies/friends may have changed over the course of the Shibuya Incident, because of the damage Sukuna caused while fighting Jogo (e.g. Kusakabe. The difference with Kusakabe, though, is that he was indifferent to Yuji’s existence as Sukuna’s host until the mass destruction in Shibuya. He also, to my knowledge, has never met Yuji.)

But that seems doubtful for the second years, since Panda still seems fine with Yuji, and I can’t see Inumaki and Maki disagreeing with him. And even if they aren’t, Yaga’s technically in the same boat as Yuji, and it’s unlikely Panda, Inumaki, and Maki would act against him. If Yaga continues to stick up for Yuji, they would most likely follow his lead. Megumi I’m sure will still be on Yuji’s side, as will Nobara (please, please let her be okay.). 

As for Yuji and Yaga... I can’t imagine Yaga trying to run off to avoid execution. He’s more of the type to make a stand. I could see him encouraging Yuji to escape though, and serving as a distraction until Yuji’s escaped far enough.

I’m really excited to see where Chapter 138 will take us!

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[brokemultidotexe]

Carry You Home Pt.2 | JJK

↬ Pairing: Jungkook x OC [Dami]

↬ Summary: When Jungkook took a job in Syria to be a diplomat’s detail, he didn’t expect to be assigned to her daughter, and he didn’t expect to get along with her daughter so well. During an outing, Dami is taken and Jungkook doesn’t know why or by who. Jungkook knows time is of the essence so he enlists the help of some friends with the right type of skills and does anything and everything he can to bring her home because it’s no longer about his job…it’s personal.

↬ Word Count: 3k

↬ Warning/Rating: Violence | [M]

↬ Genre: Action/Angst

↬ Part: 1 | 2

Jungkook had walked into Yoongi’s house without knocking and walked through the living room back to the computer room where he hoped Yoongi would be. “Before you ask, no her cell phone hasn’t come back on but I am currently trying to see if I can position SM’s satellite and hopefully be able to use it as a google maps type thing. The bad news is that the most we will probably get is heat signatures.” He spun back around and clicked around on his screen.

“We’re in the middle of a fucking desert Yoongi, what the hell is a heat signature going to tell us!?” His voice was rising despite him doing his best to try and keep himself level headed.

“Hey!” he turned and snapped at him. “I get your stressed but you’re not going to turn into an asshole. Did you forget how many times I was able to lead you out of shitty situations with next to nothing? And not that it matters, but the reason it will work is that it gets a lot cooler in the evenings which will show heat signatures if they aren’t in town and did, in fact, start driving off-road.”

Jungkook tugged at his hair, “I need to find her Yoongi.”

“I know that Jungkook but yo-”

“No, you don’t understand! There is so much shit you don’t know about, that I can’t tell you. I need to find her in the next 24 hours Yoongi, or this could get even worse. I don’t have the networking here that I do in the states. The fewer people know, the better. But I’m almost positive this goes up higher than a pissed off terrorist group with some agenda. Jason was with her when they took her. He pushed her into the van. This is so much more…tell me I’m wrong!” Jungkook was thinking about every possible scenario she could be in and it was driving him into a panic.

It was quiet between them, “Alright, let me call Jimin and Namjoon. Between the three of us and the contacts we have, we’re bound to find something. Just go sit down and let me do what I do.”

Jungkook nodded and pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts hoping that maybe he could think of someone who he could trust to help them. But after thinking about it for a moment he wanted to keep the circle as tight as possible so he put his phone back in his pocket and sat down on a chair in the living room. He pressed the palm of his hands into his eyes and started going through earlier today and trying to figure out if maybe he caught something that could give him answers. The human brain takes in so much information at one time that it makes it easy to miss something. Jungkook had learned this process while working in Afghanistan and he was his platoon leader and had to be the one to debrief and give his superiors all the information from missions.

So Jungkook was running the morning with Dami in his mind, seconds at a time. From the time they left the house to the point of him pulling into Yoongi’s driveway. His mind derailed when he thought about how much she had smiled this morning and how happy she was. The fact she made him laugh and the suffocation of guilt for letting Jason anywhere near her. He felt the anger rise with the guilt. If he ever got his hands on Jason he would be the last thing that piece of shit saw.

Dami’s head hurt and the sides of her mouth hurt, they felt raw. She blinked a few times trying to get her eyes to focus. She felt her body jostle and she noticed she couldn’t use her hands to brace herself from rolling. It was then that she noticed the fabric tied around her mouth and something that was holding her hands together behind her. She did her best to sit upright.

“Good, you’re up. How’s your head?” Jason grimaced. “Things didn’t exactly work out the way they were supposed to. I honestly didn’t think you’d fight back like you did.” He reached over and tried to tuck the hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. Dami pulled back at his touch.

Dami’s eyes were taking in her surroundings. She was in a van that looked to be gutted without any seats in the back. The only seats were the driver and passenger seats, which both were occupied. Her confusion turned to anger as the memories slowly came back to how she got here.

Dami went to ask a question but it was muffled and the material rubbed at the sides of her mouth. “If I take the gag off are you going to scream or cause issues?”

Dami shook her head. He leaned on his knees and pulled the gag down so the material hung around her neck. She stretched out her jaw and licked her lips, “You kidnapped me?” her voice was barely audible as she looked at him.

“I don’t think I would consider this kidnapping per say.” Jason said offhandedly.

“You took me against my will, Jason. Are you joking?” she asked incredulously. She knew losing her cool on him was the last thing she needed to do. Dami had made fun of Jungkook when he made her sit down and listen on what to do if she was ever taken. She thought he was being overly dramatic the last few weeks, but she had never been more grateful. Comply, Compare, and Contact. The three C’s that Jungkook had drilled into her. It was one of the only reasons she seemed so calm. But she was terrified on the inside.

“I haven’t hurt you. I still care about you Dami.” His voice was soft. All she wanted to do was head-butt him in the face, but knew that following through would be an awful idea.

“If you care about me, then let me go. I don’t know what all of this is about, but I have nothing to do with it.” She glanced from him to the people in the front.

“You have everything to do with it. The United States government refuses to listen, so we’re going to force them. It’s much easier to take the child of a diplomat than the diplomat themselves. What we had was real I don’t want you to think that I only used you Dami.”

Dami shook her head, her hands started to shake. This was truly happening and she was terrified. Her mind went through everything Jungkook had taught her. There was some comfort that he did show her how to get out of zip ties if she was ever in that situation. At the time it was just something to do to pass the time while they waited on her mother, but now she needed to apply it to real life. She took a shaky breath and just looked at the ground. She needed to get her thoughts in order and start following Jungkook’s three C’s. For now, she needed to comply.

Jungkook had been banished from Yoongi’s computer room after interrupting him for the sixth time. Jimin was now sitting with him out in the living room. Jimin had served with Jungkook and both had decided to take positions at the same place. The pay was great and it helped to have a friend.

“I know you’ve probably done this already but can you describe anything about them? The vehicle, the people, anything?” Jimin was looking at Jungkook intently. Both had switched into the marines they had been a few years ago. They were already planning and trying to network. They had already moved into the gray area of the law, but not enough to get flagged by anyone.

“Blue van. The paint was chipping and faded. The side mirror had duct tape on it. The driver had on a brown shirt, I think, the guy pulling her in was wearing a blue shirt but I couldn’t really see his face. It shouldn’t be hard to figure him out, I shot his hand. I don’t know how bad it is but I heard him yell out in pain and I saw some blood. Then there’s Jason, he’s wearing Jeans, with a plain white t-shirt and a button down. It was light blue and dark blue plaid.” Jungkook looked over at Jimin, “That’s all I can remember. I keep going through everything again but that’s the most I can come up with.”

Jimin had always been in awe of Jungkook’s ability to recall situations and surroundings when something would happen too quickly for most to even process a single detail. It was times like this where they truly benefited from it. “Can you remember seeing that van any other time you’ve gone out with Dami?”

“No, Minseo hasn’t let Dami go out in a while, at least not into town. There has been serious tension with the Syrian government and Minseo felt it was enough to warrant keeping everyone at home when possible.” Jungkook was beating himself up for letting them walk ahead. He knew he shouldn’t do it, but he had let the wishes of Dami trump his training and better judgment. In his moment of trying to make Dami just a little happier about being able to leave the house, he put her in harm’s way and now he had no idea where she was.

“What about her and Jason. Did they have a fight recently? Do you think this could be something as stupid as jealousy or irrational behavior and he’s just trying to scare her?”

Jungkook groaned in frustration, “Not that I know of, but I wasn’t exactly her confidant in her love life. She knew I couldn’t stand Jason. We had a huge argument about it a few months ago and after a few days of her not talking to me I told her I wouldn’t talk about it anymore and I’d keep my mouth shut. So even if something did happen between them, I wouldn’t know about it.”

Jimin nodded, “Okay, then let’s start there. We both know that it’s probably not that, but while Yoongi and Namjoon work their magic it gives you something to do. We can go back to her house and take a look around. We can take the back entrance so the Yeo’s don’t know.”

Jungkook nodded, “Okay, let me just check with Yoongi before we go.”

“Dude.” Jimin warned standing up with him, “You’re gonna get banned from the house.”

“I just wanna check progress before we go, that’s it.” He raised his hands in defense.

“Then I’ll talk to Namjoon,” Jimin said just about a whisper as they walked towards Yoongi’s kitchen which was where Namjoon had set up shop. He put his hands on boys shoulders. “Hey.”

Namjoon didn’t look up from his computer, “Hey.”

Jimin’s face contorted into confusion, “What is that?”

It was like Namjoon had just realized that they were in the kitchen with him, “Oh. Umm, I’m currently searching through all the radio waves that are around the area we think they may have driven towards. We aren’t sure if they’re even using radios or if it’s only those few guys, but it would let us pinpoint where they are within a ten square mile area.” Namjoon’s concentration never broke from his task.

“We’re gonna go search Dami’s room if anyone finds anything just call one of us.” Jimin motioned for Jungkook to follow him out the back door

“You guys be safe.” Namjoon’s eyes left the monitor for a split second to look at both of them.

“Of course, now nerd out.” Jimin jutted his chin to the computer and Namjoon rolled his eyes.

They both climbed in Jimin’s car and it didn’t take long to get to Dami’s house. Jungkook leaned over when Jimin pulled up and handed his badge along with Jimin’s military ID, “Hey Jongdae.” The guard looked at the badge and handed it back and tilted his head letting them through. Jungkook directed Jimin to park at the back of the house. They made their way through the house as quietly as possible. They would walk by some of their staff a few times before they had made it upstairs and inside Dami’s room. Jungkook made sure to close the door behind them.

Jungkook went straight towards her bedside table and opened the drawer, “She keeps shit everywhere so you’ll probably find random shit in weird places. There’s art stuff everywhere so don’t mess with it or she’ll have my head.” He talked as if there was no chance that he wouldn’t get her back. Jungkook pulled out the notebook he’d been looking for. He felt so awful and wrong breaking her privacy by reading her journal but he didn’t know how else to find out what was happening and if she and Jason had been fighting. He did his best to just skim the pages instead of reading every detail, partly because of time and partly so he wasn’t completely taking away her privacy. His eyes stopped at Jason’s name and made sure to fully read the entry.

I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I’ve been stuck in this house for far too long and Jason came over today to spend time together since my mother has lost her mind. Sometimes I don’t feel like he’s truly into me because I won’t instantly open my legs for him. I mean we’ve done other stuff, but I don’t trust him fully. He tried pushing me farther than I was comfortable with. My first reaction was to talk to Jungkook about it and get his opinion, he doesn’t like Jason and I think I’m starting to see it myself. I wish I could go to him about this and it not cross a line. We agreed to not discuss Jason, and I didn’t want to break that so I’m going to try and navigate this myself. But if he keeps pushing me I think I may need to tell Jungkook because I know Jungkook would protect me.

The emotions were so overwhelming. The anger at Jason for pushing her when she didn’t want to have sex. The sadness that she felt she couldn’t come to him about that as well as a small bit of jealousy that he wasn’t sure about. He knows it would have been weird for a few minutes but he would have talked to her, he would have been honest. But lastly the guilt, she knew he would protect her. It didn’t matter what it was about she trusted him and he had failed her. He closed the journal and slid it in his back pocket and told himself it was for research purposes only.

“Hey JK, I think you should look at this.” Jimin pulled a photo from a cork board and handed it to him. It was a picture of Dami and Jason standing on top of a small mountain and he could see something farther in the background. It was a long shot but if they had visited it before, he may take her there to make her feel a sense of safety. It wasn’t uncommon in this type of situation since they had a relationship beforehand.

“Let’s get this to Yoongi. It may not be anything but if they’ve visited there before they could possibly go back. It seems secluded enough.” he slid it in his pocket paired with the journal from before.

“I agree. I’m gonna grab this sketchbook from her bed and bring it back. A quick flip through showed some landscapes so maybe she’s drawn where she’s at before.”

“No.” Jungkook’s voice was firm.

Jimin’s eyebrows shot up, “Why? It’s just a sketchbook.”

“Because you don’t know her. That sketchbook is even worse than me scanning through her journal. That’s the window to her soul, or at least that’s what she tells me. I gave her that for her birthday. She would never forgive me.”

“I’m pretty sure she would give you a pass if it saves her Jungkook. You need to get past your relationship with her and start thinking critically. This is the time to think with your head, not your heart.” He took a step towards him. “Jungkook, never in our friendship have I pulled rank on you but if you want to find her you need to get past breaking her privacy, because if you don’t there may not be any privacy to break.” It was harsh and Jimin knew it but his best friend was so far deep into his self-loathing mind that he was trying to do everything he could to make sure she would forgive him when he got her back.

“Alright, grab it. Let’s get this stuff back to Yoongi’s.”

AN: unfortunately, I needed to repost this because my dumbass deleted the original post, but I’m creating a tag list for this since its impossible for everyone to find it on their dash apparently. If this works well then I may do this for my other fics as well.

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