#nanagofest

[snydel-art]

Today is a free Day so i decided to Post the Hanakotoba Drawing I did. First time diving into the meaning of flowers and it is so interesting!

Think I will print these bad boys and put them on my wall haha

[nanagofest]

What’s this? 👀 Looks like Gojo might have something for us ... 💌

[krankittoeleven]

A little preview for @nanagofest WIP Wednesday. For the Overstimulation prompt.

“Whose blood is that, Gojo?”

The lack of honorific does something strange to Satoru’s guts, stirs them up like sand and water brough together by the waves. He looks down at himself, at his chest and tattered uniform, to the unmarred flesh underneath.

“Mine, mostly,” he says and Nanami’s reaction, his look of abject horror at this revelation, is immediate and chilling. No one likes to see a weapon damaged, especially one that’s meant to be untouchable.

“Don’t worry, it’s healed,” he adds, hands shooting up in front of him when Nanami’s nostrils flair.

“How did it happen in the first place?”

“I dropped infinity.”

“You did what?”

Satoru doesn’t repeat himself. He can feel his agitation on the rise again. He wants nothing more than to make Nanami understand.

“You did this to me,” Satoru half-whines, pointing with a long finger at his bloodied and tattered uniform.

Nanami stares back at him with indignation and surprise peaking his eyebrows, one emotional response for each thin line of blond hair. “Excuse me?” His arms appear defensively across his broad chest.

Satoru falters then, a little. The world tilts and he stumbles a step to the left before he rights himself and leans against the bathroom counter. Maybe blaming Nanami for this breakdown isn’t entirely fair. Only a little.

“Never mind,” Satoru says as he fumbles around for his blindfold, “just ignore me.”

“I usually try to,” Nanami counters coldly, though his eyebrows soften to their familiar placement on his resting bitch face. “However, it’s hard when you’re standing in my bathroom.”

[kentozone]

Day 2 @nanagofest: Long Train Ride

the train still runs on time (2642 words) by creamcheez Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento Characters: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento Additional Tags: Post-Star Plasma Vessel | Hidden Inventory Arc (Jujutsu Kaisen), Mentioned Getou Suguru, Mentioned Ieiri Shoko, Sleep, Protective Gojo Satoru, Bonding, POV Alternating, Teen Crush Series: Part 2 of creamcheez's NanaGofest(2025) Summary: After a long mission, all Nanami wants to do is go home and rest, but with Gojo, that's never an option Written for Day two prompt: Long train ride

[loveleffie]

I'm gonna try to write all my entries for #nanagofest within the same college AU.

Gonna have to scrape one of the ideas I had cause it's nsfw and it doesn't fit with this particular AU, but it's cool. I'll see if I can pick another one to replace it. So basically it'll be either 3 or 4 stories

[frankenjoly]

You called

nanago + a waking up to a missed voicemail from b

for @nanagofest day 6 (which i posted on time on twt but not here)

Nanami Kento wasn’t a man who usually tended to oversleep… on work days. When it came to his days off, oh, then the tables turned completely and spending extra time in bed was one of the simple things he gave in more easily.

Of course, that obviously meant turning off his phone, or at least making sure no one would bother him while sleeping unless it was an emergency, which consequently also meant waking up to at least a bunch of missed notifications; hopefully only texts he could reply whenever, but calls could also enter the equation. And it was about a call, or better said, a voiceline which had preceded a call, the thing that first caught his attention once going through everything.

Plus, it wasn’t just some voicemail, as it was from Satoru.

“HIIII, NANAMIN!!!” He wasn’t worried in the slightest, since if had been urgent there would also be some sort of text further explaining the situation, but the cheerful tone those words had embedded would have dissipated any existing doubts anyway. “I just saw a new bakery’s opening, pretty nice but not so fancy it looks tacky. Aaand, thought it may interest you!!! We gotta try it out, right on the first day. Whatcha say?”

A smile appeared on his face while listening, small but by no means less soft because of it. It had indeed caught his interest, since 1) Satoru knew his tastes very well and more at that point and 2) they had a new plan on the horizon.

[Nanami K.]: I just heard your voicemail right now.

[Nanami K.]: And needless to say, my answer is yes.

[snydel-art]

As Apollo and Dionysus, dancing above the sunset.

[snydel-art]

A proper Gentleman and an outlaw. And they should kiss.

Final drawing. Loved doing this fest, great experience :D Hope y'all enyojed my art.