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no update this weekend so have a chapter 3 wip 🏂

remember when i said the smut for back on top might need a crack treated seriously tag? turns out it veers between that and straight up crack. forgive him, he's literally on drugs (it has nothing to do with why he's like this)

⚠️ BIG SPOILERS FROM THE START ⚠️

he's such a dork. thank god this is literally suguru when satoru so much as breathes in his direction. he's so smitten with his idiot ♥

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“Suguru looked at the stage and saw a man with the entire world in the palm of his hand. He had more than most people would dare to dream of, and yet…”

Over the Threshold by @fushiglow

when i first read over the threshold, i did not do art. i was bored and lonely and uninspired. but this story ignited something in me; over the threshold was the spark that started the fire that has been my art journey.

this scene from chapter 3 stayed with me long after i read it. it was one of those scenes that i could see so clearly in my mind, i had to do something about it.

so this piece was my love letter to this deeply inspiring story, but also to glo. i didn’t know back then how much you’d change my life ♥️

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Summer's Last Cherry

‘It’s my birthday, Satoru,’ he began, playful tone only somewhat offset by his own barely disguised breathlessness. ‘So why does it feel like I’m the only gift getting unwrapped around here?’ Looking up at Suguru, all blushing cheeks and knowing smile, Satoru noticed the thoroughly disheveled furisode slipping from his broad shoulders and felt his own cheeks flush furiously.

Or, Satoru gets a little greedy on Suguru's birthday, featuring beautiful accompanying art by the light of my life, @14th-lulullaby — read on AO3 ♥

P.S. Lulu also illustrated a scene from the fic! Please go and show it some love here on Tumblr!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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I'd love to ask about absolutely all of them!! But I must go with bellboy, because I'm so curious 👀

This one feels like the biggest misdirection from my wip game, even though it isn't really a misdirection at all. There is a bellboy. And he's really cute even!

It's just that there's also the toxic cult leader who checks into the hotel he works at 😭

I don't know how you feel about this stuff and I certainly don't want to jumpscare you, so here's your warning for a problematic power imbalance caused by an 18/28 age gap as well as a wealthy customer abusing the fuck out of his privileges. No pressure to read any further if that simply isn't for you!

Hilariously, this came about after the Hotel Prince collab back in April 2024, and the bottom Gojo chibi in particular:

Bear and I were passing silly ideas back and forth, brainrotting about cvnt leader Geto checking into the hotel and seducing the bellboy. I said if it's the older Gojo in red, Geto is going to have him up against the wall, but if it's the younger Gojo in blue, we have an overexcited puppy top situation and we just... Kinda ran away with it...

(Honestly, when I think about it, this is one of the earliest instances of what has practically become an AO3 user greaterglow trademark at this point. Yes, I'm talking about dogjo.)

((Also, I used the term "seducing", but we really imagined it went more like... Geto, pointing at him: "You. Come with me." Gojo, nodding and wagging his tail: "Okay!"))

We're talking Geto making this little bellboy take off every layer of his robes, giggling at his over-enthusiasm and then snapping at him for being too forceful with the expensive material in the very next moment. Deliberately giving him mixed signals as he guides him through how to touch him, enjoying exploiting his position, enjoying the panic when he turns on the disappointed customer act. He's wondering how far he can push him, how desperate he really is.

Meanwhile, Gojo is just happy to be there 😭

After Geto checks out of the hotel (but not before remarking to the manager about the truly impeccable customer service he received), I imagine this story taking a much darker turn, honestly. This Gojo is a babe in the woods and this Geto is... Well, he's potentially a lot of things, none of them good!

However, I haven't touched this WIP since summer 2024, so if it ever gets finished, I'll probably just leave it at Geto overcome with sinister cute aggression at the sight of this little bellboy, all pink in the face and utterly overwhelmed by the sensation of fucking him, pinching his cheek a little too hard as he says, "I should just kidnap you and keep you all to myself". Cue a mildly freaked out Gojo immediately jizzing on the spot.

Anyway, here's a little snippet! I feel like you guys are learning a lot about me lately lmao...

‘Have you ever fucked anyone before, Satoru?’ ‘I’ve had girlfriends and stuff.’ Suguru arched a brow at the boy’s nonchalant tone. It was at odds with the way he was practically vibrating out of his skin as he looked at Suguru, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. With his shiny shoes pressed together, hands neatly clasped at the front of his spotless uniform, he looked like the model employee. Suguru would have to do something about that. Slinking across the room, he made a show of straightening Satoru’s perfectly neat tie, letting his fingers brush against the skin of his pale neck. He didn’t bother suppressing his smile when the little bellboy visibly shuddered at the contact. ‘What about men?’ Suguru asked, peering up at him as he fussed with the lapels of his blazer. He was a little taller than Suguru, even at the tender age of 18. He hoped that Satoru’s height promised extra inches elsewhere — and a glance at the tent already forming in a pair of neatly pressed trousers confirmed it. Cute. ‘Have you ever fucked a man, Satoru?’ ‘No,’ said his little bellboy, slightly more hesitant now a grown man’s hands were resting over his chest. Suguru could feel his little heart jackrabbiting under his fingers, even as he shrugged. ‘But how different can it be?’ Suguru curled his fingers around Satoru’s tie, pulling him close so he could whisper into his ear, ‘Would you like to find out? Would you like to fuck me, Satoru?’ ‘Yes!’ The answer came instantly, urgently. Suguru couldn’t help but laugh, a mean sounding thing that turned the tips of Satoru’s ears pink. Big blue eyes widened behind the silly little sunglasses perched on the end of his button nose. ‘I mean—’ Satoru swallowed as Suguru returned them to their rightful place, sliding the tip of his finger over summer freckles. ‘Only if you…’ His cheeks flushed beautifully. Suguru wondered if they’d turn cherry red if he slapped them hard enough. ‘Is this allowed?’ It was barely more than a nervous whisper. Satoru blinked at him, chest heaving — and Suguru frowned. Pushing his lips out in an exaggerated show of dismay, he started tucking Satoru’s tie back into the bar affixed to his shirt. ‘How disappointing,’ he purred. ‘I was assured by your manager that this establishment prioritised customer satisfaction above all else. I suppose I’ll have to find someone else to satisfy—’ ‘No!’ Satoru barked suddenly, startling even Suguru. ‘Don’t go to anyone else! I’d like to fuck you, Getō-san!’ When his outburst was met by nothing but incredulous silence, the little bellboy started shifting nervously, eyes darting from left to right under his tinted lenses. When Suguru still said nothing, dragging it out just because he could, he tacked on a panicked, ‘Please?!’ Finally, Suguru indulged him with a smile, fingers closing around Satoru’s tie once more. ‘That’s Getō-sama to you.’

P.S. I know we share followers, so those of you who subscribe to @bearhaviour on Patreon can also check out the art they made for this AU back when we were lost in the sauce. Imagine Thee SatoSugu NSFW Artist drawing cute bellboy puppy top art for your birthday? Nah, I'd win.

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Gojo cares a lot, actually

Perspective and empathy in Jujutsu Kaisen

Once again, I see accusations that Gojo only cared about people in relation to their strength. I can't believe that 236 and 261 haven't put this idea to bed already, but let's go over it again for the class. Here are some thoughts on the importance of perspective and empathy in JJK. Spoilers for chapter 266 ahead!

In 236, Gojo tells Geto he loves everyone. This single line, direct from the man's mouth, should be enough. However, moments later, Nanami says, "You never cared about protecting people". So why do some readers only take one of these perspectives at face value?

Perspective matters in JJK. Often, characters and even the narrator state things that are only true from their perspective in a given moment. What you choose to believe says more about you than it does about them — an idea I explored in my analysis of 236.

This is particularly important when it comes to Gojo and Megumi, because the moment they meet is the only (?) scene in the whole of JJK that we get to see from two perspectives.

The second time, the reader understands the emotional weight of it for Gojo — but Megumi doesn't. He's kept in the dark, so of course he thinks about their meeting in different terms.

Once again, whose perspective are we going to take at face value? From Megumi's point of view, he wasn't offered a choice. From Gojo's point of view, he extended to a child the little agency available to him.

Offering a choice is something Gojo does consistently throughout JJK — pick your hell. It's one of the ways he shows care for others that goes unrecognised, so it's ironic that readers and characters alike misinterpret it for a lack of empathy. However, this is no coincidence.

For much of the series, Gege keeps Gojo at a narrative distance from the reader. Most of what we know about Gojo comes from what other characters tell us, and our view of him is therefore coloured by their perspective.

However, while Gojo laments the distance between himself and others, he fails to recognise that he's the one maintaining it — and not because of his strength or his technique. He has admirable goals, but he chooses to work towards them alone.

There are many occasions where characters reach for Gojo, but he refuses to let them past his metaphorical Infinity out of a sense of duty and perhaps misplaced belief that he alone can or should bear this heavy burden.

All of Gojo's actions are about preserving the humanity of others at the expense of his own. That's precisely why he chooses to become the "monster" alone. In this way, Gojo is flawed but he isn't uncaring. Again, it's a matter of perspective.

Gojo sees strength as the solution because it's all he's ever known. However, recognising the strength of others doesn't mean that's all he sees — because Gojo knows that dehumanisation acutely. What's more, 261 also suggests he thinks of "strength" in different terms to others.

When they meet, Gojo tells Megumi not to get left behind. However, he later says he was "left behind" when Geto defected. We know Gojo's physical strength eclipsed Geto's, yet Gojo only refers to himself as "the strongest" alone after Geto dies.

Before that point, there's nothing in the text to suggest that Gojo ever stopped thinking of the pair of them as "the strongest" — as a unit, as a duo. This suggests that strength, for Gojo, is something much more intangible, much more sympathetic, and much more human too.

What do the strongest characters in JJK all have in common? Indomitable will, courage in their convictions, an overwhelming sense of self. Looking at strength through this lens shines a new light on Gojo's goal of raising "strong" allies.

When he forces a third option in Shibuya, Gojo proves that strength doesn't have to come at the expense of compassion. In the later chapters of the Shinjuku Showdown arc, Yuta, Yuji, and the rest of Gojo's allies reinforce that idea ten times over, and I have every belief that Megumi will soon do the same.

To suggest Gojo only saved Megumi for his technique is unfair when he has consistently proven himself committed to protecting the futures of others, even "weak" non-sorcerers who have nothing to offer him. Once again, it's all a matter of perspective.

Gojo's way of caring is still caring, even if it doesn't look familiar to you. His only flaw was closing himself off from others and choosing to care from afar. However, just like Gojo never stopped reaching for Geto after he left, Gojo's allies never stopped reaching for him.

There's a phrase we use to describe looking at things from another perspective: putting yourself in someone else's shoes. I think it's very telling that Gojo's allies have taken that literally — Yuta by stepping into his skin, and Yuji by standing in his place in 266.

TL;DR: Gojo cares a lot, actually. If Gojo talking about his innermost feelings can't make you empathise, and the students he supposedly "doesn't care about" recognising his burdens can't make you empathise?

Well, that says far more about you than it does about him.

Come read my fics about this!

In His Shadow explores the ways Gojo keeps his distance from Megumi, who isn't equipped with the tools he needs to reach him but finds his own ways to show he cares, born from ten years of history together.

Rivers Crossed, Mountains Scaled explores Gojo and Megumi's relationship through the vehicle of SatoSugu — why Gojo took him in, whether Gojo really gave him a choice, how Gojo sees him.

Hope you enjoyed the post! I love you, Gege Akutami ♥️

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On "It'll be lonely without you" in 266

Gojo says 一人は寂しいよ to Yuta, but only 寂しいよ, an expression of loneliness, is present here.

However, Yuji uses the close pronoun お前 and Gege uses katakana オマエ to emphasise it. Where else has he done that exact same thing? 😭

I believe 寂しいよ could also be interpreted as "I'll miss you" which are definitely the kind of "embarrassing words" Geto might have been referring to here. It also fits the "three words in English" criteria.

Either way, the parallels are paralleling.

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i must ask you about horticulturalist x beekeeper 👀 truly the most idea ever

I shared the backstory for this one in response to another ask from my wip game, so you, my dear friend, get a big fat snippet instead! Here's Gojo's first visual encounter with cult leader beekeeper Geto!

His skin is like honey, shimmering with a light sheen of sweat. Where they catch the sunlight, his eyes are like honey, too. Hell, even his voice is like honey, dripping all sticky sweet off his tongue like that. He’s just a honeypot of a human in general. ‘Focus, Gojō.’ Did he say that out loud? ‘—so when I see people in my comment section calling it a gimmick? Honestly, my heart goes out to them.’ On the screen, Getō settles a hand over said heart, seemingly uncaring of the little fuckers swarming around his naked body. Satoru finds it hard to care about them, too, honestly. The image of his fingers pressing into the relaxed muscle of his chest—the ample relaxed muscle of his chest—is a little… Well, it’s a distraction to say the least. ‘Then why don’t you try listening to what he’s saying instead of ogling his tits, you absolute dog?’ Satoru tries. He really, really tries. ‘—have become completely disconnected from Mother Nature. We believe ourselves to be above the other species we share this planet with. More and more, we seek to remove ourselves from the natural world all around us, retreating into our houses, our phones—’ He smiles at the camera, and his pretty eyes flash like golden coins with a chocolate centre. ‘—and yes, our clothes. Personally, I prefer to go wild.’ Getō gestures at the sea of blue flowers all around him, as though he’s accidentally stumbled upon a slice of natural paradise. And that is funny actually. It’s a wildflower, sure, but it doesn’t belong in their country. And there’s nothing wild about the field he’s sitting in either. It’s clearly a cultivated crop, the yearly spring show of Nemophila menziesii in Ibaraki. It’s a fucking photo spot. He probably paid entry just to make his little video, unless he keeps hives there, too. It’d make sense. What Satoru recognises as a monoculture, Getō probably calls a “bee pasture”. Quaint. ‘When I shed the manmade barriers between my body and our beautiful home,’ he says. ‘I am embracing the mother that those people are estranged from.’ He raises his forearm to study the honeybees crawling across his skin, smiling softly as they lap at the honey he presumably drizzled there. ‘I’m only sorry that they can’t imagine a world where simply existing the way my mother made me is anything more than a marketing ploy.’ Satoru can’t help noticing that his biceps bunch way more than the position of his arm demands. What a fucking conman. Good one, though. ‘Are you serious?’ ‘Come off it, Utahime! You’re looking, too!’ ‘“But it’s dangerous!”, they say.’ Getō turns to the camera again, and though Satoru is sure every single word that falls from his lips is a carefully practised lie, he admits he’s enraptured by the performance. ‘Respect nature and she’ll respect you in turn.’ It seems like even the wind is a paid actor, sending his loose hair fluttering over his forehead and across his broad shoulders at exactly the right moment. Either that or Mother Nature is real and she’s just as fucking charmed as Satoru. This guy’s charisma is insane. ‘Gojō, I swear to god.’ ‘If my girls sting me, then that’s on me.’ With his hand over his heart again, Getō looks guilt stricken. Forlorn, even. ‘That’s on me. That’s how they tell me that I’ve overstepped, because that’s what humans do, isn’t it?’ He lets out a humourless laugh. ‘It’s what men do. We overstep.’

‘I cannot believe people are falling for his bullshit!’ ‘Eh, I’m kind of falling for it.’ ‘And I’m not the one under threat here. I’m not the one struggling to survive against a species that seeks to exploit and violate me at every turn.’ The combination of puppy dog eyes and a beefcake build is frighteningly effective. From the delicate way he tucks his hair behind a stretched ear to his decision to build an entire fucking business around a matriarchal species whose males commit violent sexual suicide, everything about Getō seems carefully calculated to exude a uniquely non-threatening brand of masculinity. ‘When a honeybee stings a human, it’s at the cost of her own life. Just think about that for a moment.’ Getō certainly does. He indulges in a performative pause, closing his eyes and creasing his brow as though he’s remembering every single honeybee he’s murdered because he insists on beekeeping shirtless. Satoru wonders if he counts the ones he’s crushed under his frames while harvesting his precious honey. Not that Satoru cares, but he clearly does. Pretends to, anyway. ‘She pays the ultimate price to defend her sisters,’ he says, opening his eyes with steely resolve. ‘So if a few little pricks is the price I have to bear in order to help these gorgeous girls? I’m more than willing to pay.’ Satoru can’t help laughing when a jaunty little tune suddenly starts playing, social icons popping up on screen as he shifts to his salesman persona. Utahime, meanwhile, is furious in a way he’s never seen her before. ‘If you want to help save the bees, head to the link in the description where I’m currently offering 50% off for first time subscribers to Getō’s Girls, including a personalised video for those of you who sign up to my Queen tier this month—’ ‘Don’t you dare, Gojō.’ Under duress, he doesn’t sign up for the Queen tier. Does sign up for the Worker one though. Later, after everyone else has headed home for the day. He would have gone for the basic Drone package, but the fraudster threw in a free sample pack Satoru just couldn’t pass up. Useless though it is, he finds he wouldn’t mind a taste of Getō Suguru’s Royal Jelly. Just to see what all the fuss is about. Besides, it’s for research purposes. It’s reconnaissance of the enemy. It’s infiltration of the cult. And if it isn’t? Well, it only cost a couple of hot chocolates from the cafeteria and perhaps his soul. Satoru decides it’s a price he’s more than willing to pay. He’s one of Getō’s Girls now.

Promise this isn't just a rebranded camboy trope fic. If anything, it's a manifesto. I don't know if/when I'll finish it though. I have a feeling this one is a little too self-indulgent to be appealing to most people, but let me know if I'm wrong and you'd like to see it completed!

And remember, guys: plant diverse and plant native!