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Rivers Crossed, Mountains Scaled by greaterglow
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
22 Dec 2023
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Satoru didn’t need to follow Suguru’s gaze to know that it was locked on the boy at his hip. He didn’t need to look down to know that Megumi was scowling right back at the cursed spirit manipulator, still too young and angry at the world to understand that there were some fights he shouldn’t pick.
And he didn’t need to ask to know exactly what Suguru saw in that unruly mess of black hair, that snarl of a mouth, that piercing emerald glare. Because Satoru saw him sometimes, too.
Three years after Fushiguro Tōji upended their lives, Satoru and Suguru 'bump into' each other on the darkest day of the year.
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- Part 4 of In His Shadow
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25 Jan 2026
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Satoru has You were magnificent, Gojō Satoru. I shall never forget you for so long as I live. written like a bisection across his abdomen in a script he couldn’t read without a calligraphy class. Suguru has I’m not sorry inked in his own hand like a noose around his neck.
He isn’t jealous except when he is.
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24 Jan 2026
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sea glass gardens by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
17 Jun 2025
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“Nanami,” says Tsumiki. “It’s Megumi. I can’t stop the bleeding.”
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Okkotsu Yuuta blows up a school with the power of love, meets Gojo's kids, launches his career in organized crime, and figures out how to want to be alive.
More or less in that order.
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22 Jan 2026
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Declensions by dustorange
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Nightwing (Comics), DCU
29 Sep 2018
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“My father,” Dick says, “worked the rope. It cut him. His hands were never clean.”
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His eyes fell on the handle of the knife, still lying where he had dropped it. Half intact. Just enough to see the initials carved in the sloppy way of a child. Just enough to realize, somewhere deep behind the snarling in his chest, was a child who recognized them.
All you do is run.
So he ran, the legacy ripping free like skin torn from a too-fresh wound, losing its purchase even as he grew more afraid, because it was the act of a coward, to run. The desperate last act of a dying child who had once been called Ajax.
Maybe it was shame.
Maybe that was why he could never remember her face.the abyss needs an archon, and the abyss never forgets
aka foul legacy hangover (extreme edition) feat. 1. the abyssal archon craigslist post, 2. childes problems issues, 3. zhonglis 8000 years of repressed trauma