I made a bit more comedic on accident, so sorry about that jaja. This probably the only thing I’ll post on this account, unless I feel motivate to post more stuff (I can’t add the link to fanfic right now I’ll try to later also I literally can’t draw Naruto characters mainly because I never really got into/I hate spikey hair)
I was just scrolling jjk reels and decided that, yeah, i’ll write a little something. This is my first time so please be gentle (not that I really expect anyone to read a 200 word fic). I just needed a way to grieve which is stupid cause these are fictional people but damn Gege can write. ALSO IGNORE ANY ERRORS PLEASE 🙏
Anyways here goes nothing.
Tw: suicide
Yuuji woke up…
He wish he hadn’t.
A knife sat in his grip.
It now sat in his throat.
“You’ve got it from here.”
Yuuji woke up.
He wish he hadn’t.
The knife sat in his heart this time.
“Enchain.”
YUUJI WOKE UP.
HE DIDNT WANT TO.
The knife sat in his brain.
“Guilty.”
Yuuji woke up.
He cant remember how many times.
He wants to rest.
He wants to die.
He wants to see Gojo-sensei once more.
He wants and he wants and he wants and he wants and he-
Why can’t he die. Why won’t he die. LET HIM DIE.
LET HIM DIE. LET HIM DIE. LET HIM DIE.
Gojo-sensei would be sad. Sensei wants him to live a long life. But. Hasn’t he lived enough?
No.
He doesn’t deserve death.
He hasn’t paid for his sins.
Not yet...
Sukuna…
Its all his fault.
No. Its all Yuujis fault. If he hadn’t eaten that finger. If he had just- Just what?
…
He was born to eat that finger. He was an experiment. He was Kenjaku’s masterpiece.
He’s disgusting. Disgusting. DISGUSTING DISGUSTING DISGUSTING WHY WONT YOU JUST DIE.
More fanart for @hockeyisforthegays fanfic 😝😝😝😝 im on the grind, did this instead of revising my gcses 😙
I didnt know what colour their collars were so i just had to use my intuition 😔
Also yuji is pissed cuz gojo has his lead so tight , just so u know
i rlly wanted to draw something for their halloween costumes but i was struggling to find a way in which it wouldnt seem kinky cuz of the collars😭😭😭😭 but i think it worked ✊🏻
Look out, in the tall grass! a writer crueler than me has appeared!
okay thankfully i have no plans to kill yuuji meaning i can explore this hypothetical freely with you. for better or worse.
first of all i am very interested in shoko in this au because, in the grand tradition of jujutsu kaisen characters, i’ve given her sibling issues. idk how much of the Ieri Family Lore i’ve made will become explicit in the fic itself (i brainstormed a bunch of shoko character stuff forever ago, probably in the vicinity of chapter 4? 5? just so i’d have some solid ground for writing her consistently & without a specific plan or intention for ‘revealing’ it), so i don’t feel it’s spoilers to say that long story short, she had an older sibling who fucked off and cut contact, which is why she has so many feelings about— igarashi you tell your younger brother you exist right the fuck now or so help me—
ahem. anyway. the point is that thanks in part to the fact she’s already interfering with the itadori family, she’d definitely feel some responsibility for baby yuuji if big yuuji died. but she is also absolutely not a nurturing person and would be real fucked up about it? maybe some anxious-avoidant smothering and a lot of fausting the kid off on satoru (because having a younger sibling too she at least factually knows what is needed even if she struggles to do it herself). like. bitch. support this kid financially. or teach him to ride a bike. or something. i don’t know, go buy him a fucking bike!
so satoru becomes the Big Brothers Big Sisters guy who swans into itadori’s life now and again to (he is googling what children like) take him to an amusement park, or, science museum? and also train him in self defence because he doesn’t know how else to be. wasuke hates satoru’s guts, or seems to. when satoru shows up the first time he’s like, “about your brother/grandson—“ but wasuke interrupts “if that ungrateful kid won’t come see us himself i don’t want to hear about him.” and in classic gojo fashion he’s like okay, fine. *functionally steals igarashi’s family for himself* *never tells them he's dead*
this is maybe the most wholesome dynamic here bc i think gojo’s actually the best at not seeing igarashi in itadori. like, aside from making a funny face the first time he shows up, the whole toji-megumi resemblance already shows us he individualizes people quickly, and i think itadori himself would shut down any talk of his dead older brother (as he does about his parents ep 1) and gojo would respect that choice to a fault (as he does with megumi’s), so itadori isn’t getting all these “ah your brother this, your brother that…” griefdumps — from him at least. (gojo might have overly high expectations of itadori’s potential, though, and that’s probably the most fraught this dynamic gets.) this is pretty much filling the gap in gojo’s narrative that i’ve left by reassigning the fushiguro kids to other adults LOL. he gets to have some family… without having to be a parentified teen bc wasuke is there to adult them both… wait why is this kinda good for him.
SUGURU THOUGH. BAD FOR OUR SUGURU. god the idea of defected!heroine!suguru? when his yuuji died? absolutely fucked up toxic to that kid. i disagree on one crucial front here and that’s the heaven part; suguru’s far too buddhist coded for that. he believes igarashi escaped samsara and he is like, if i can do one good thing for my late friend it’s to enlighten his younger brother too.
and by enlighten, he means kidnap and… educate.
on buddhism, of course!
like, he’d be weird about itadori being a non sorcerer, that can’t be avoided. but compared to others it’d be more like subtle cringing and a lot of disgruntled sighs, enough for itadori to pick up on but not enough for him to understand why suguru always seems so disappointed with him — particularly as suguru is careful to slyly hide away his cult’s actual central tenets from itadori’s eyes as he teaches the kid meditation and the principles of non-attachment. to itadori suguru is his overly religious brother figure that he can never please (god, he probably insists on being called Onii-sama or something), who doesn’t seem to get along with his other brother figure (even though they’re best friends?) and his weird distant sister figure (who seems to get really stressed out every time she sees yuuji.) because the two factions keep kidnapping him back and forth and sniping at each other. (satoru also refuses to tell itadori suguru’s whole ethos. he’s hoping still that things can be fixed, suguru can come back to him somehow, and itadori will never have to know. itadori though isn’t an idiot and knows something is wrong.)
importantly, suguru does fully intend to kill itadori one day. just, you know, after he’s sure the boy has escaped samsara. it’s the kind thing to do. i’m actually making myself insane about this delightfully toxic dynamic sorry not sorry
also, megumi would always wonder if yaga made panda to replace yuuji. would never say it.
posting an image naomh found randomly and sent to me last week because i keep thinking about it. just. the discrepancy in their vibes. when he's trying to rizz you up but he brought his puppy with him who's soooo excitewd to meet you
I recently read the JJK manga (one of the only mangas I’ve ever read, actually - that’s what JJK does to people) so I feel like I can reasonably explain what’s happening. lol.
1. WHY are the Culling Games happening?
In a very, very condensed version:
Kenjaku (who just LOVES running experiments, as seen with the Death Paintings) is running a brand new experiment where he wants to merge humanity with Tengen. This would result in the creation of - we’re not sure, exactly, but it would be a hivemind and extremely powerful.
Why is he doing this? I kid you not, for shits and giggles. He just has an insatiable morbid curiosity and a love for Jujutsu.
In order to actually merge humanity with Tengen, he needs a SHIT TON of cursed energy. Where does he get this? You guessed it - the Culling Games.
TL;DR - the Culling Games generates cursed energy for Kenjaku to merge humanity with Tengen.
2. HOW does the Culling Games generate cursed energy?
Sorcerers being put under such a high amount of stress from being forced to battle each other has a ton of negative emotions. Ergo, cursed energy is generated.
This point connects to why Gojo was sealed: He could end the Culling Games in seconds, and therefore less cursed energy would be generated because there wouldn’t be as much bloody struggle.
3. What the hell is the deal with all these ancient-era sorcerers?
They were genuinely in it for the love of the game. Jujutsu sorcerers who wanted to continue fighting after death (or simply escape death altogether) made a binding vow with Kenjaku to be reincarnated and fight in the Culling Games when the time was right.
These remnants of ancient sorcerers were placed in modern human bodies, to incarnate when needed.
I could write an entire dissertation on this but I lowkey need to go do my AP Chem work 🤔🤔
You know, since the phandom was talking about weird jobs for Danny.
I kinda want to throw OSHA inspection officer out there (For adult Danny tho) because they can just randomly show up with little warning, and I feel like hed take full avantage of that.
Also, he died in a lab accident, so I think he'd be pretty passionate about other people not dying.....
Also, it'd make a good cover for his superhero misadventures.
I'm not sure if it's been done before, but it made me laugh.
Bruce Wayne was no stranger to OSHA workplace guidelines and had a team dedicated to making sure his company followed them on every level.
Batman, however, worked with mainly metahumans and wasn't the only Hero in charge of design, maintenance, upkeep, or staffing of the Watchtower. Batman was primarily in charge of financing their organization, and even then Green Arrow was also a co-contributor to financial upkeep.
Which begged the question of why he was being delegated to show the Inspector around the Watchtower while he made his report. Batman had several questions, actually, and the main one itched at him as Inspector Nightingale finished his interview of the Maintenance Supervisor.
"I wasn't aware OSHA had jurisdiction in the upper atmospheres." The young man turned unsettling, bright blue eyes on him then. They had a shine to them occasionally like a polished gem, the hue ranging from sky blue to a stormy navy as if affected by his mood. At the moment, his gaze was light but calculating, as though he were reading something in Batman's expression past the cowl, past the white lenses that obscured his eyes. It left The Dark Knight feeling eerily exposed, and it wasn't a feeling he particularly enjoyed.
"It doesn't usually. I'm head of a new branch backed by the UN." The smile he offered Batman was light and on anyone else might have been sweet. On the Inspector, it did nothing to dampen the overwhelming feeling of being watched by a predator. "We check in on privately owned workplaces and make sure workers are being treated well and aren't made to deal with unsafe environments.
"I have seven Inspectors in my department. All of which, immune to coercion, threats, and bribes. Important for situations, we need to send someone in to businesses that like to throw money at problems."
"Hm, isn't that all OSHA penalties are? Fines to make problems go away?" Batman asked casually while Nightingale looked over the break room for the Maintenance Crew. He was pleased to see how the man's shoulders relaxed, making quick checkmarks instead of notes. At least it seemed he approved of the accommodations.
"Usually. It's not uncommon for an employer to pay a fine and add a tip to make the violation disappear." There was a sharp edge to his smile as they continued to the next level for the Labs. "Our branch doesn't deal in fines, Batman. Given workplaces like this or various Lexcorp Laboratories, we deal in warnings. My team and I will provide a detailed list of violations and what needs to be done to improve, along with a deadline."
Inspector Nightingale wasn't a very imposing man. Batman estimated him to be in his mid to late twenties, his figure was lean and fit, a similar body type to Nightwing or Red Robin. An estimated height between five-five and five-ten. Dark hair long enough to be held back in a short tail by a pink band that had a smiling bunny charm on it. His suit was clean cut and would have looked fitted if it wasn't just a little loose on his frame.
Something he filed away in his observations that Nightingale expected to need a range of movement a fitted suit would hinder. If he dealt with villains, it would make sense. Batman doubted they took well to being told to do things, given how well they took to being told not to cause chaos.
"What are the repercussions of failing to resolve violations?"
"Hm, I wouldn't tempt it, Batman. If you must know, failure to resolve workplace hazards leads to a haunting of a Ghost of Workplace Accidents Past." The chuckle that followed was humorless, and Batman couldn't be sure if the shadows had gotten darker or if they were always like that. "So far it's only happened twice. Violations were resolved within the week."
Batman filed away the possibility this man was a meta or magic user with a connection to the dead. Possibly illusion or hallucinogenic qualities.
"I see."
"Don't worry too much about it. I haven't seen anything yet, and your civilian workers haven't reported anything either. Your lab safety is up to code, I like the way materials are labeled and organized. The magic wards on unknown materials is a good touch. Give my best to Zatanna and Constantine."
"Do you know the two of them?" Batman asked as Nightingale examined another containment unit. He made short notes and checks, but given the relaxed smile on his face, he wasn't concerned the notes were anything bad.
"We haven't met yet, but I know their spell work. Especially Constantine. He has a unique signature to his spells. Like looking at the difference between someone educated, but mostly self-taught, verses someone solely academic. A good man, powerful spell work, ten out of ten, only magic user I'd trust."
"He's sold his soul to multiple demonic entities for power." Batman said with a soft frown. "As well as being rude and difficult to work with. Getting his help is worse than arguing with a teenager about bedtime."
"Hm, the Occult does that to people. Or maybe it's just me because both of those things are very easy." He flashed a smug smile Batman's way, leaving him the distinct feeling he was being teased about something. It was playful and friendly, but the implication there was something Nightingale knew that he didn't bother him.
"Who does maintenance of the outer sections of the ship?" He asked, steering the conversation away before Batman could probe further.
"I assume it would be the crew on duty." It took an impressive amount of willpower not to bristle at the derisive sound the Inspector made at his answer.
"Show me the airlocks, and I'll need to see what guidelines are in place for space walks and emergency plans in the event something goes wrong."
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By the time Inspector Nightingale left, the same unknown way he came which was NOT by Zeta, Batman was exhausted. As it turned out, he'd been chosen to shadow the Inspector because he was the only one capable of maintaining the stoic, unbothered facade.
The other six League Leaders looked as strung out and tired as he felt. "What, and I mean this in the most polite way possible, the fuck?" Superman asked as soon as Batman took his seat. The tension snapped like a dry twig at the sound of a swear leaving the Boy Scout's lips. Laughter started with the Flash and rolled over the collected group like a breeze, even Batman was unable to help a chuckle.
"We have passed inspection." He said once everyone settled down. "The only recommendation is that we be familiar with both emergency and non-emergency plans in case of an unexpected event or accident. It's not bad advice, and I will be familiarizing myself with maintenance guidelines within the next few days."
"Are we... Are we not going to talk about how he just showed up and left and no one knows how?" Green Lantern asked after a moment of silence passed.
"No." Batman said at the same time as Flash and Superman. They looked at one another and nodded. Batman continued, "From my observation he's a meta, possibly very powerful but not a threat. I got the impression that as long as we continue to provide a safe working environment, we won't have to worry about him or his inspection team."
"I might call in an inspection request for Central Labs after how thorough he was." Flash hummed thoughtfully.
"His compliments on the storage of weaponry was rather curious. He spoke of mine as if he had some form of Amazonian training." Wonder Woman added, clearly as curious about the stranger as the rest. "He carries himself like a warrior who is making efforts to be nonthreatening."
"He greeted me in a traditional Martian manner." J'onn seemed the least bothered of all of them, no less curious. He and Aquaman had been the ones to welcome the Inspector to the Watchtower. "His mind was sealed from me in a most impressive manner as well. I would have required more effort and strength than I likely have to get through."
Aquaman nodded in agreement. "I, too, was impressed with his formal greeting. Not many land dwellers know such customs, let alone for Atlantian Royalty. He is a curious fellow."
"While I do want to know why a man with a vast range of skills and knowledge is working for OSHA, it may be best we don't push on this one." Superman ventured, hoping to cut Batman off before he did something, well, Bat of him.
"Hnn."
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I'm a heathen, so here are some details on this new au you all have cursed me with.
Dan(37), Elle(23), Tucker(27), Sam(28), Valerie(26), and Wes(25) all work with Danny(27) as 'Freelance' OSHA Inspectors. Valerie also works as a Junior JLA member as Spectral Huntress. Wes works for the Daily Planet as a photographer and Information Hound for the Reporters. Elle is a Travel Blogger when not working as an inspector or Ghost of Workplace Accidents Past. Dan, Danny, and Elle all take turns (or simultaneously) as GWPAP for failures to resolve violations.
Tucker works in the programming and R&D Departments of WE, while Danny works in WE Engineering. Dan is a mechanic in Bludhaven and currently dating Dick/Nightwing. Sam works with local nonprofits for environmental and Animal Welfare, and on weekends works with soup kitchen and food banks.
Tucker and Sam are engaged, Monogamous, with an exception for Danny. Danny has been flirting regularly with Red Hood as Phantom. It's going well.
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