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the cat, the corpse by Insomniac_with_dreams
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
02 Oct 2025
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The room smells like nothing. Megumi knows that this shouldn’t bother him. There are so many other things to be bothered about, but the lack of smell in the dusty space scratches at the back of his head like a persistent curse. He sits, as he sits every Saturday at dusk, on the floor of a dark temple tucked into the heart of the Gojo compound. The room is simple enough. Lacking some of the same lavish decorations found in other temples. There’s a silence to the place, a void of life. The room is simple and air is still and poised above Megumi is the body of Satoru. Caught in a gross simulation of life, hands outstretched, palms up like some benevolent god, held that way with formaldehyde and whatever they stuffed him with. His eyes are closed; there are rumors that his eyes were removed, buried somewhere deep and wrapped in seals. Living things even as the body and brain they were connected to are dead.
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12 Jan 2026
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When the Rain Eases by Insomniac_with_dreams
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
13 Sep 2025
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It's a wet summer and Satoru is angry...Satoru is vaguely annoyed at everything, especially, and most recently, children he cannot find and wet summers.
Or, Satoru trying to track down Megumi Fushiguro, being forced to go to the doctors, and procuring two more children than he initially bargained for.
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12 Jan 2026
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Scattered Sheep by Insomniac_with_dreams
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
10 Jul 2024
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Satoru hasn’t had to worry about the bounty sitting on his head for a long time. He forgets it there. It means nothing to him besides the occasional bounty hunter that attempts to fight him. Moving away from the school should have restarted that nasty anxiety that lived in him like a second skeleton for much of his younger life. But he’s the strongest sorcerer. He’s Satoru Gojo, Six Eyes. He has died and been reborn better, greater, clutching the power of existence in his palms.
Satoru barks a hysterical sounding laugh. He rubs his hands up his face, leans back and laughs at the smoggy sky.
“My birthday cake, that I ordered this morning at five thirty, was poisoned. My kid who hates sweets took the first bite and nearly died because of it.” Satoru wipes moisture from his eyes. Let out one last breathy laugh. “Someone is going to die.”
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11 Jan 2026
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Lonsdaleite by herbivorous_trash
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
09 Nov 2024
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“Come on, you guys are making way too big a deal out of this. I'm not some old geezer, you know."
Megumi rolled his eyes. "You say that, but your hands are shaking."
"Respect your elders, young man."
Or, 31 days of crushing Gojo Satoru into dust beneath my heel and making everyone around him pick up the pieces.
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bury the sea by paigian
Fandoms: EPIC - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Albums), The Odyssey - Homer
09 Jun 2025
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The wind comes early, salt-laced and restless, tugging at the sails before the sun has fully risen. The sea is silver in the half-light, gleaming like a blade. A dozen black ships line the shore, each a beast of burden groaning under the weight of war—of spears and shields, of men too young and men already weary, six hundred in all. Horses stamp and snort. Armour glints faintly. The world smells of brine and bronze and things left unsaid.
And there is the horizon, wide and unblinking, where the gods keep their secrets.
Already, Ares drums his fingers against his shield. Athena watches from behind a veil of cloud, sharp-eyed and silent. Apollo cords his bow in the east. Even the Fates lean in, breathless. The heavens tilt toward bloodshed.
But the dawn stretches her fingers across the sky, rosy and pale, as though the morning itself hesitates—softening what must be done.
Odysseus steps forward. His cloak hangs from his shoulders, sword glinting beneath it at his hip. He looks impossibly far away already, though he hasn’t left yet.
But his eyes—his eyes are on her.
A dual-timeline look at Odysseus and Penelope—memory and absence side by side.
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- Part 2 of tell me about a complicated man