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The Death Painting finally stirs, its cursed energy rippling and its brows furrowing.
“We have company,” Satoru says mildly. “I did say you missed one.”
Yuuji peers hazily up at him. His expression holds neither confusion nor comprehension, only soul-deep exhaustion. Despite that, he turns his head toward the Death Painting.
“That’s my brother,” Yuuji mumbles.
Satoru blinks very slowly, a gesture that’s wasted on the boy still staring at the Death Painting with those tired, tired eyes. “Yuuji, that’s a curse.”
“Half,” Yuuji says. “Or…a third? A third. Two-thirds human.”
“You’re an only child.”
Yuuji makes a noncommittal noise. “Thought so too. Didn’t believe him at first. But I dream, sometimes.”
Satoru takes Yuuji’s face between both of his hands and turns it toward him. Yuuji comes easily, blinking up at Satoru with those big, brown eyes.
“Yuuji,” Satoru says slowly and clearly, “you’re not making any sense.”
A time loop locks Yuuji into the day of the Shibuya Incident. Satoru bears witness to the aftermath.
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bloodstains on the collar means just don't ask by voxofthevoid for tenderblender
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)
17 Dec 2025
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Megumi steps past the door and into a scene from a trashy anime.
Itadori looks like he’s about to pass out. It’s also got nothing to do with his concussion.
No, it’s the men on either side of him, practically sandwiching him between their taller, broader bodies while they glare at each other with toothy grins that wouldn’t be out of place on a shark’s snout. Sukuna’s got one clamped on Itadori’s shoulder, the grip painful-looking even from here. Gojou’s touch is softer but worse for it, an arm sloping along Itadori’s chest to curl possessively over his hip. They both seem to be trying to crush Itadori with their chests.
Itadori doesn’t look like he’s complaining.
“—your legs off if you step foot in there,” Sukuna’s saying, his voice pitched low.
“I’d like to see you try,” Gojou murmurs, just as quiet, just as lethal. “Yuuji needs someone to keep an eye on him, and you’re more likely to give him another concussion.”
“Oh, we all know what happens when your eyes are on him, whore.”
Itadori makes a strangled noise.
…Is his nose bleeding?
Yuuji has a type. Unfortunately, his uncle and his teacher embody that type.
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(this is also part of the story) how the story changes by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)
03 Jun 2026
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“What are you doing to my cute little student, Mum?” says a semi-familiar, impossible voice. “And why are you wearing Suguru-kun?”
The parasite’s face is frozen in an expression that’s half shock, half rapture. “Oh? What is this?”
“Why is the wrong question, I guess,” the newcomer says, and it’s there again, a pervasive sense of wrongness at the sound of that familiar–unfamiliar voice. “How? When, maybe.”
“Not quite.” The parasite’s grin widens, exposing a revolting amount of teeth. It’s an expression of pure delight, utterly deranged. “When isn’t enough either. Gojou Satoru is your student, you said? That doesn’t sound right to me.”
“That so?” the newcomer says mildly. One of the hands on Satoru’s shoulder slides along the slope of it, gently skimming up the side of his neck to fist tightly in his hair. His head is yanked back, the world briefly a blur. “He has grown a bit. What have you gotten yourself into now, Satoru?”
Just as the Prison Realm ensnares Satoru, Yuuji switches places with his older self from an alternate dimension—one where he’s Satoru’s teacher.
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you left me bleeding in the garden of eden by voxofthevoid for tenderblender
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)
24 Jul 2025
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“Special grades are supposed to be special—that’s why they’re classified like that,” Yuuji tells him, the blandness of his voice at odds with the way he’s staring at Satoru like he can bore through Infinity and human flesh. “My teacher, the man whose face you’re wearing—he’s the one who told me that. But you’re not special. You’re crawling everywhere like cockroaches, killing and eating and hurting. It’s never going to end, is it? This cycle of curses. It will never end.”
Something…is very wrong here.
“Yuuji-kun,” Satoru says as delicately as he can manage, “I think you’re a little confused.”
Yuuji calmly raises his right hand and scores his fingers down his entire left arm. His nails tear into flesh. Blood streams down the gaping gouges—and then away from the skin, rising high into the air to form a cutting arc.
“That’s Blood Manipulation,” Satoru states, eyeing how the gouges on Yuuji’s arm close. “And reverse cursed technique. Are you aware that you’re supposed to be a hapless non-sorcerer, by the way?”
The fifteen-year-old boy whom Satoru ties to a chair in the isolation chamber isn’t the furious calamity who wakes up.
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the ghost in me was true (but you were haunted too) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)
13 Jun 2026
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Pink, is his first thought.
Bright, fairy-floss pink. A color Satoru knows in every one of its variations, in sunlight and moonlight and complete darkness, all of them burned into his brain. A precise shade he’s only ever seen on one person.
Startled brown eyes peer at him from less than an inch away—two pairs of eyes, living brown with specks of ruddy red.
They used to be gold, those specks.
“You’re fast,” says the thing with Yuuji’s face made older and Yuuji’s eyes turned stranger. It smiles, the expression unspeakably alien, unbearably familiar. “Are you like me then?”
“Yuuji,” Satoru breathes, even though it’s not, it’s not— “Yuuji.”
All four of those eyes widen.
“You know my name,” it says. “I’m sorry about this, but who are you?”
Satoru loves a boy to death. He comes back wrong.