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pov: you're looking through nezha's sketchbook (you're dead)
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adult nezha???
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Can you explain why nanago makes more sense than satosugu
OK, sit down, because this isnāt just a ship, this is a post-mortem. I love Nanago/Gonana because itās the most adult, most tragically plausible what-if in JJKālike something delicate and unsaid that fell through the cracks while everyone was screaming.
First off: Nanami died trying to get to Gojo.
Like, literally. He wasnāt running aimlesslyāhe was heading toward B5. Toward the prison realm. Toward him. And no one talks about it. No one acknowledges that the final direction of his dying momentum was Gojo. Not safety. Not escape. Him.
That alone speaks volumes.
And hereās the thing: Gojo, with his blinding charisma, never stops performingāeven in grief. But Nanami sees through that. And not in the "oh heās secretly sad" fanon way. I mean deeply, in the kind of way that unsettles Gojo. Like looking directly at the sun and not flinching. Thatās why I love scenes where Gojo is radiant, slightly deranged, and Nanami is watching with this unreadable, weary softnessāa look that says "youāre killing yourself and calling it duty." Nanami was always capable of seeing what Gojo would never say aloud.
Gojo looks bewitching. Nanami looks at him like heās already mourning him. And thatās the whole ship.
Now here comes the psychological autopsy:
Nanami is a hyper-functional depressive. All structure, routine, and withdrawal. He doesn't know how to ask for an emotional connection, but he knows how to give care in practical, quiet waysāand he craves a target for that care, or it turns inward and rots him.
Gojo is a charisma-addicted, touch-starved man with abandonment trauma so bad he thinks being needed is the same as being loved. Heās terrified of intimacy but craves validation. Most people either worship him or resent him. Nanami does neitherāhe just sees him.
They donāt just make senseāthey stabilize each other:
Nanami gives Gojo structure and care without demanding performance. Heās the only one whoād tell Gojo to sit down, eat something, and shut upāand Gojo would listen.
Gojo gives Nanami purpose outside of grief. Not as an ideal, not as a child to save, but as a man who is barely holding it together. And thatās what Nanami neededānot another burden, but someone worthy of his attention who wouldn't fall apart if he blinked.
Nanami fusses over people like a dad with no kids, and Gojo is a grown man with the emotional injuries of a war orphan. They wouldāve grown into each other like vines if the world hadnāt already broken them in opposite ways.
Itās not about āsoulmates.ā Itās about missed timing.
Adult Gojo could have been saved if Nanami had survived.
And Nanami couldāve finally lived, if he had Gojo to pull him out of the trench of routine.
So⦠why Nanago instead of Satosugu?
Because Nanago is what happens after griefāafter boyhood, after ideology, after the dream has burned out and youāre left with ashes and still have to wake up at 7 a.m. to go to work you hate even if you were once that wide eyed fool who believed in what they did before the real world sucked that out of you, and now, you are just a shell passing through life. Where once you planned for things, now things just happen to you and you take it with an eyeroll because what else should you have expected.
I don't hate STSG, they make sense in their own ways, but that's what it is at the end of the day, when you grow out of that spring, out of that old hoodieāthe one you wonāt throw away even though the sleeves are fraying and it doesnāt keep you warm anymore. You keep it because it smells like who you were before life ground you down. It has holes in itāeven if it feels soft, it won't keep the cold away.
But eventually, you grow out of that version of yourself.
You need to put on a jacket now if you are to survive the cold.
Satosugu is a ghost story.
Itās young love that died in the womb. A "what couldāve been" that stayed locked in one spring. Itās the echo of a summer that never made it into fall. It's young love that never had to deal with gas bills and funerals, and eating alone.
But Nanago? Thatās a relationship that couldāve existed. Quietly. Constantly. Fully adult.
Nanago is what happens when you survive.
Barely. Bitterly. Bored and exhausted and ageing by the hour.
Nanago is that moment in adulthood where you realise love isnāt a miracleāitās logistics. Itās making space for someone else in your day, in your decisions. Itās Nanami packing an extra energy bar that he knows Gojo will forget. Itās Gojo learning not to interrupt when Nanami is reading. Itās quiet, stable, slow. No anxiety, confused for fireworks all the time. Just⦠not being alone, forgotten.
And thatās what Gojo actually needed.
Gojo didnāt need a second love. He needed a first real one.
STSG meant to break your heart, and they do.
Not because Suguru didnāt love himāhe did. But love isn't enough when you're still trying to outrun the world.
Because at the end of the day, Suguru chose to leave him so that he could create a world where people like him, Gojo, small childrenālittle girls like Nanako and Mimiko, could be saved. But he decided genocide was the way because it was easier then having to fucking stick around to not hurt others while hurting himself.
But if killing innocents would have been the solution, then we wouldn't progress; we would just perpetuate the suffering.
Suguru left. Not just Gojo, but everyone. He wanted to fix the world by ending it. Because destruction felt easier than choosing to stay and suffer with people. Because he thought hurting others might finally drown out his own pain.
Nanami left, tooābut only because he had to. Not kill, instead, to do a job he hates, for people who would post a job listing for his position by the end of the day, even if he mysteriously disappeared, or was found dead in his apartment, because the neighbours smelled something weird and called the police.
He didnāt believe in the Jujutsu system after Haibara. He knew it would eat him alive. But he still showed up. He still did the job. He died walking into fire, not because he thought it would fix anythingābut because someone had to get closer to Gojo. Even if it meant burning on the way down.
Nanamiās not a revolutionary. Heās a nurse in a war.
And Gojoās the patient nobody knows how to save.
But Nanami wouldāve tried.
Thatās the difference.
Satosugu was a dream.
Nanago couldāve been a home.
But that being said, if you wanna talk about how powerful of a girl-dad Suguru is, then I will die on that same hill with you. But despite him doing everything, his girls didn't get to live in the world he envisioned. It's poetic because in Hindu religious texts, there's a lot of talk about your parents' karma coming back to bite you.
After all, the debt is still pending.
I love that man. But he left.
Nanami wouldāve stayed. Thatās the line that divides fantasy from survival.
And Nanami⦠Nanami needed someone too bright to ignore and too stubborn to let him give up.
Someone who saw his silences and didnāt ask him to explain them. Someone who needed his steadiness without turning it into a leash. Someone who wouldnāt make him feel boring just because he wasnāt breaking apart.
Anyway, Iāll be crying in the pantry again. Please send tissues and financial aid.
Thanks for this amazing ask, Anon :P Hope it was not too raw and adult, but I thrive in looking at things with a realistic perspective.
Hope I made sense :)
The first gif is from @azurepath, they make great renaissance-esque Nanago art :) 3rd is by @nanagoing :) Rest, idk so hit me up for credits or removals. Update-This meta is written with love for SatoSugu & respect for alternate ships. If that offends you, the back button is right there, baby.
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I read some of my notifications in the tumbler and Iām surprised that my posts from a year or even 4 years ago are still liked. This inspired me to send some of my drawings here. In fact, I didnāt quit drawing and transformers, but I just donāt have the motivation and strength to do it as often as beforeš
Hi! sorry I bothered you but I wanted to ask if you do requests for art and if so what do you accept to draw? I like your style
Not often, but I make orders in sketch style. So if you have any urgent wishes, you can write in private messages :Š·
I am a very simple creature with very simple needs, my request is any jazz/prowl or drift/ratchet art you may have hiding in the corners with the dust bunnies
Fresh off the shelf for you creature :)
He doesnt know how to dance but luckily someone else does~
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aughhh i tried to fix the quality but,,, hmmm
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Amazing booby trap
AHGDAHGDH MMM I PRESENT MY 1 DAY MADNESS OVER THESE BOYS AND LOVE TO DANCES (and accidentally hearing this song again this morning which made my brain sqeacking)
"Fourth, please remain quiet while the next item is being reviewed."
On one hand, I have Jazz. On the other hand I have Prowl.. š¤Øš¤
Here! Why donāt you have both ^u^7āØ
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