👁️ is this why you’re giving me the laughing emojis under the other post???

A printed page from the Jujutsu Kaisen 0 manga showing Gojo threatening the higher ups, stuck to a wall at Fushimi Inari-taisha. Faded text below the page reads, “Satoru Gojo! Has he ever been here before?”

A photo of the same spot pictured in one of the panels.

“Satoru Gojo! Has he ever been here before?” 🧐

夏

Pretty indeed 🥰

My pretty boysssss
#satosugu

A comment on OTT got me thinking about this one post that was like “I’m reading this stsg music au but there’s actual music in it? Like do re mi and shit? 😭 I don’t understand anything”. My legacy! Draw them in with the sparkly K-pop aesthetic, start their education about extended chords in chap 1!

SAY 👏 HIS 👏 NAME 👏 I would have missed this, kass!!! And that would have been a crime!! He’s soooo pretty 🥰

pretty boy gojo ⭐️🩵

#satorugojo #jjk #gojo

thank you! these are from my phone, but i did bust out the big boy for this trip and i can’t wait see those photos on a proper screen when i’m home 📸

kasugataisha was also the shrine of the fujiwara family, which means everyone should assign yuta a deer in their hybrid AUs from now on!

as part of the glo fanfic tour, i am also gathering inspiration for future glo fanfics ✍️

They tracked their quarry north over the Tsugaru Strait four days ago. The sorcerer left Sapporo only three days after that, leaving the cover of civilisation for brutal wilderness. Maybe she thought they wouldn’t cross Tengen’s barriers or maybe she thought they wouldn’t follow her into Ainu territory or maybe she thought they wouldn’t brave the winter. Maybe she’s just a rat fleeing a sinking ship. Still, they follow. On the cusp of February, Hokkaidō is a frozen landscape the likes of which Yūta has never known. The trees bend with the weight of the snow. Rime clings to every surface, vertical and horizontal. Over the course of a morning’s hike, he’s seen more different types of ice and frost than he could conceive of, all of them radiant under the winter sun. The scenery would probably be beautiful if not for the cold. And the cold would probably be tolerable if not for the company. His companion shows no such aversion to the sub-zero temperatures. It’s even more confounding considering that, where Yūta is wearing Gore-Tex up to his eyebrows, he’s opted for something more traditional. In place of synthetic technologies specialised for cold weather, it’s a hanten over layered kosode and hakama tucked into jika-tabi. Even the kanjiki strapped to the bottom of them are woven from straw and wood. If he’s uncomfortable, he doesn’t show it. Then again, he doesn’t show much of anything. If anything, he seems more at ease in the wilderness. Probably the lack of monkeys, Yūta thinks bitterly. ‘She cut off the trail.’

Getō’s voice is muffled beneath the scarves wrapped around his face. Following his gaze out over a meadow blanketed in deep snow, Yūta scans the thinning treeline with a sinking heart. ‘No tracks,’ Getō grunts. ‘Must be her technique.’ ‘Or maybe she didn’t go this way.’ They both know it isn’t true, but Yūta feels compelled to disagree with him on principle. At his side, Getō remains silent. He stopped entertaining the contrary remarks two days ago, when he realised they served no purpose beyond self-gratification. Feeling mildly chagrined, Yūta sighs. He makes to follow the sorcerer’s non-existent trail, only for a gloved hand to close around his shoulder. ‘Steady,’ Getō says, apparently unaffected by the way Yūta bats him off hard enough to break his fingers. His watchful gaze remains fixed on the treeline, as though he doesn’t even notice. ‘We crossed the park boundary a couple of kilometres back.’ That gives Yūta pause. He hadn’t realised how much ground they’d made. They’re moving fast, but the sorcerer is faster. Where she travels over the snow, they must traverse through it. Off the trail, it’s already waist deep in places and, looking up the slope of the mountain, he knows it’s only going to get deeper. His heart sinks further still. ’Taisetsu-san,’ Yūta says wearily.

The park is well named, but that’s about the only good thing he has to say about it. For the first time in the almost two weeks they’ve been tracking their enemy, they’re at risk of losing her. If only Getō still had that big bird… ‘Kamuy Mintara.’ Yūta isn’t the only one who enjoys being unnecessarily contrary. He’d roll his eyes, but something about the careful reverence to Getō’s tone suggests this isn’t one of those occasions. As he tugs his scarf down over his face, his sharp eyes flit to Yūta’s. Even if he has to grit his teeth to bear looking at him for a moment longer than he absolutely must, Yūta holds his gaze. ‘The garden of the gods,’ Getō says, breath puffing out around his ruddy cheeks. ‘This is sacred Ainu land.’ Almost involuntarily, Yūta pulls his cursed energy a little tighter to his body. Not that it’ll help much when it’s like trying to control a constantly overflowing cup. Sloppy, Gojō-sensei calls him. Maki says it’s harsh, but he isn’t wrong. Not compared to the sorcerer who’s disappeared into the snow without a trace. Even using her technique, there are no residuals in sight. None that a sorcerer with a regular number of eyes can see anyway. ‘Why didn’t Gojō-sensei just track her down himself?’ Yūta grumbles, already drained by the mere thought of the days ahead. With the Six Eyes and Limitless, this mission could have been wrapped up two weeks ago. At his side, Getō is silent again, but this pause feels heavy with something unspoken. It feels heavy with something that almost makes Yūta regret saying anything.

no chapter 16 spoilers then! here's the opening to ronin suguru for #wipwednesday instead. it's from the mountain trifecta of winter 25-26 (accompanied by everest fic and ski fic) ⛰️

i really love this one! so much good stuff sitting unfinished on my laptop... #jjk #okkotsuyuuta #getosuguru

drunk confessions pt. 2 🥤 😳
#satosugu #jjk

thank you so much 😭🫶

The Strongest
#jujutsukaisen #呪術廻戦 #satorugojo #五条悟

LRP while making my fic thread in order of publishing date, i discovered this silly, stupid, ridiculous fic somehow garnered 600 kudos. well then!

Gojō Satoru is Suguru's type on steroids. His shoulders are practically bursting out of his crisp white button-down, he’s got a jawline sharp enough to cut a bitch, his floppy white locks (natural, apparently) fall into his eyes just so — and as for those? Well, Gojō Satoru’s eyes make every other pair of eyes in the world look dull and drab in comparison. Truly, they’re the kind of eyes poets would write sonnets about; Suguru has never seen anything like them. Even hidden behind his round spectacles, Gojō Satoru’s eyes are bright and beautiful and impossibly blue. Lethal, too — especially when the software engineer wields them like a weapon against weaker men. Men like Suguru. — Or, how long can Suguru hold out against his idiot (genius) co-worker's pretty puppy dog eyes? From the summary of Treat Me Like the Dog I Am by greaterglow on AO3.

Treat Me Like the Dog I Am | greaterglow on ao3 🐶

How long can Suguru hold out against his idiot (genius) co-worker's puppy dog eyes?

· #jjk #satosugu
· 14.3k words, rated E
· fluff, humour, and filthy sex - read the tags!
· office au

read on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/59236879

They tracked their quarry north over the Tsugaru Strait four days ago. The sorcerer left Sapporo only three days after that, leaving the cover of civilisation for brutal wilderness. Maybe she thought they wouldn’t cross Tengen’s barriers or maybe she thought they wouldn’t follow her into Ainu territory or maybe she thought they wouldn’t brave the winter. Maybe she’s just a rat fleeing a sinking ship. Still, they follow. On the cusp of February, Hokkaidō is a frozen landscape the likes of which Yūta has never known. The trees bend with the weight of the snow. Rime clings to every surface, vertical and horizontal. Over the course of a morning’s hike, he’s seen more different types of ice and frost than he could conceive of, all of them radiant under the winter sun. The scenery would probably be beautiful if not for the cold. And the cold would probably be tolerable if not for the company. His companion shows no such aversion to the sub-zero temperatures. It’s even more confounding considering that, where Yūta is wearing Gore-Tex up to his eyebrows, he’s opted for something more traditional. In place of synthetic technologies specialised for cold weather, it’s a hanten over layered kosode and hakama tucked into jika-tabi. Even the kanjiki strapped to the bottom of them are woven from straw and wood. If he’s uncomfortable, he doesn’t show it. Then again, he doesn’t show much of anything. If anything, he seems more at ease in the wilderness. Probably the lack of monkeys, Yūta thinks bitterly. ‘She cut off the trail.’

Getō’s voice is muffled beneath the scarves wrapped around his face. Following his gaze out over a meadow blanketed in deep snow, Yūta scans the thinning treeline with a sinking heart. ‘No tracks,’ Getō grunts. ‘Must be her technique.’ ‘Or maybe she didn’t go this way.’ They both know it isn’t true, but Yūta feels compelled to disagree with him on principle. At his side, Getō remains silent. He stopped entertaining the contrary remarks two days ago, when he realised they served no purpose beyond self-gratification. Feeling mildly chagrined, Yūta sighs. He makes to follow the sorcerer’s non-existent trail, only for a gloved hand to close around his shoulder. ‘Steady,’ Getō says, apparently unaffected by the way Yūta bats him off hard enough to break his fingers. His watchful gaze remains fixed on the treeline, as though he doesn’t even notice. ‘We crossed the park boundary a couple of kilometres back.’ That gives Yūta pause. He hadn’t realised how much ground they’d made. They’re moving fast, but the sorcerer is faster. Where she travels over the snow, they must traverse through it. Off the trail, it’s already waist deep in places and, looking up the slope of the mountain, he knows it’s only going to get deeper. His heart sinks further still. ’Taisetsu-san,’ Yūta says wearily.

The park is well named, but that’s about the only good thing he has to say about it. For the first time in the almost two weeks they’ve been tracking their enemy, they’re at risk of losing her. If only Getō still had that big bird… ‘Kamuy Mintara.’ Yūta isn’t the only one who enjoys being unnecessarily contrary. He’d roll his eyes, but something about the careful reverence to Getō’s tone suggests this isn’t one of those occasions. As he tugs his scarf down over his face, his sharp eyes flit to Yūta’s. Even if he has to grit his teeth to bear looking at him for a moment longer than he absolutely must, Yūta holds his gaze. ‘The garden of the gods,’ Getō says, breath puffing out around his ruddy cheeks. ‘This is sacred Ainu land.’ Almost involuntarily, Yūta pulls his cursed energy a little tighter to his body. Not that it’ll help much when it’s like trying to control a constantly overflowing cup. Sloppy, Gojō-sensei calls him. Maki says it’s harsh, but he isn’t wrong. Not compared to the sorcerer who’s disappeared into the snow without a trace. Even using her technique, there are no residuals in sight. None that a sorcerer with a regular number of eyes can see anyway. ‘Why didn’t Gojō-sensei just track her down himself?’ Yūta grumbles, already drained by the mere thought of the days ahead. With the Six Eyes and Limitless, this mission could have been wrapped up two weeks ago. At his side, Getō is silent again, but this pause feels heavy with something unspoken. It feels heavy with something that almost makes Yūta regret saying anything.

no chapter 16 spoilers then! here's the opening to ronin suguru for #wipwednesday instead. it's from the mountain trifecta of winter 25-26 (accompanied by everest fic and ski fic) ⛰️

i really love this one! so much good stuff sitting unfinished on my laptop... #jjk #okkotsuyuuta #getosuguru

Fragile
#五夏 #goge #satosugu

He doesn’t want to forget Suguru. He doesn’t. He just needs a break from the pain of remembering sometimes. Suguru would probably call him a coward; say it was unlike Gojō to run from a problem. He’d be right, but only because he’d never been able to understand that Gojō was only strong because he had Suguru by his side. Suguru was his best friend, his o-o-o-o-o——————/ — If it's a competition in avoidance coping, Gojō Satoru is winning — or is he? From the summary of erase me by greaterglow on AO3.

erase me | greaterglow on ao3 🧠

If it's a competition in avoidance coping, Gojō Satoru is winning — or is he?

· #jjk #satosugu
· 2.8k words, oneshot, rated T
· dread and dystopia and thematic material for days
· a Severance AU

read on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/62944399

Digital cover art for Love Spiral by greaterglow on AO3 in collaboration with bvinhster. On the left of the image, artwork depicts Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru as figure skaters embracing on the ice. On the right of the image is the title of the fic, along with a snippet which reads: When their eyes meet over the ice, Satoru’s breath hitches in his throat. They ride out the rest of the momentum together, but even when it’s safe, Satoru doesn’t let go. The really weird thing is, Suguru doesn’t let go either. Staring at each other with wide eyes, neither of them seems to notice as they slow to a stop that should feel awkward but simply isn’t somehow. Satoru finds his gaze lingering on the rosy pink hue of flushed cheeks, on full lips parting around a cloud of ragged breaths, on wisps of damp hair that kiss the corners of eyes like candied almonds. It’s the realisation that he’s always thought Suguru looks pretty in the cold that causes Satoru to drop his hand as though burned.

Love Spiral | greaterglow on ao3 ⛸️

When Satoru challenges Suguru on the ice, his heart is taken for a spin in ways he didn’t expect.

· #jjk #satosugu
· 4k words, oneshot, rated T
· figure skating AU
· fully illustrated collab with @bvinhster.bsky.social

read: archiveofourown.org/works/59278306

It's always difficult for Satoru to condemn Getō Suguru’s violence, but it's even more difficult when he's standing there with that angelic smile on his face, beautiful long locks drip drip dripping with blood, amber eyes ablaze with the thrill of murder. It’s pointless. He’s already crossing the room. — Or, Satoru sinks to new lows when he unwittingly steps into the path of Suguru's destruction once more. From the summary of Violent Delights by greaterglow on AO3.

Violent Delights | greaterglow on ao3 🩸

Satoru sinks to new lows when he unwittingly steps into the path of Suguru's destruction.

· #jjk #satosugu
· 2.6k words, oneshot, rated E
· angst, gore, sex - read the tags!
· for @daddy-ebooks.bsky.social

read on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/56864254

something i made for @stsgholiday zine on ig from a few months ago.
it's a bit late, but I didn't want to post it before i had a chance to give my friend her copy (｡-ω-)🎉

#stsg #satosugu #sugurugeto #satorugojo #jjk

good to see suguru staying fit and flexible as he grows older 😌 it's very important for his health and wellbeing!

this is beautiful, as always. the white spider lilies? perfect 🤍

Growing old together

#satosugu

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