#Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue

[owarinaki]

Maximum Cursed Energy Output: Blue III

Jujutsu Kaisen S2 [BD Vol.1] EP3 Part 9

Jujutsu Kaisen Blu-ray Disc Recap [All LINKS]

OP1 // OP2:: ED1 // ED2

EP1 1/1 :: 1/2 :: 1/3 :: 1/4 :: 1/5 :: 1/6

EP2 2/1 ; 2/2 ; 2/3 ; 2/4 ; 2/5 ; 2/6 : 2/7 ; 2/8 ; 2/9

EP3 3/1 ; 3/2 ; 3/3 ; 3/4 ; 3/5 ; 3/6 ; 3/7 : 3/8 ; 3/9 ; 3/10 ; 3/11 ; 3/12 ; 3/13

EP4 4/1 ; 4/2 ; 4/3 ; 4/4 ; 4/5 ; 4/6 ; 4/7 ; 4/8 ; 4/9 ; 4/10 ; 4/11 ; 4/12 ; 4/13 ; 4/14 ; 4/15

EP5 5/1 ; 5/2 ; 5/3 ; 5/4 ; 5/5 ; 5/6 : 5/7 : 5/8 : 5/9

EP8 8/1 : 8/2 : 8/3

EP9 9/1 : 9/2 : 9/3 : 9/4 : 9/5 : 9/6 : 9/7 : 9/8 : 9/9 : 9/10 : 9/11 : 9/12 : 9/13

EP12 12/1 :: 12/2

EP13 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10 ; 11 ; 12 ; 13

EP14 14/1 :: 14/2 :: 14/3 :: 14/4 :: 14/5

EP15 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10 ; 11 ; 12 ; 13

Feral Gojo part 1 // part 2 // part 3

Sukuna Gifs 1 // 2

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[shiruba-tsuki]

Cursed Technique Lapse Maximum Cursed Energy Output... Blue!

#jjkedit #shounenedit #hyeahjujutsu #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #satoru gojou #gojou satoru #gojo #jjk #jjkdaily #dailyanime #animangaboys #fyanimegifs #anisource #jjkTechnique #jjkTokyo #jjkGif #all gifs

[ydotome]

Cursed Technique Lapse. Maximum output. Blue. - Jujutsu Kaisen 2nd Season - Episode 3

#Jujutsu Kaisen #jjkedit #jjk #jjkgraphics #Satoru Gojo #Gojo Satoru #my gifs #my post #long post

[yazzydream]

Cursed Techniques Lapse: Blue + Reverse: Red

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[tojiswhore-nanamisslut]

A Haircut

pairing: Satosugu

warnings: N/A this is all fluff!

synopsis: Gojo chases Geto around JJ tech for attention.

word count: 700, super short drabble

a/n: I haven't posted in a while and I thought this was cute.

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Suguru didn’t trust anybody to cut his hair, especially not Satoru. 

“Stop chasing me with scissors! I’m not letting you cut my hair!” Suguru yells. 

“Aw come on, I can do it, just give me a chance!” Satoru yells back. 

Both boys were running around jujutsu tech, one was carrying scissors and the other was running for his life.

“I SAID NO SATORU!!” And with that Suguru unleashed a cursed spirit in the hopes of slowing the other boy down. Of course, it was nothing Satoru couldn’t handle and he exorcized it immediately. It was only a grade 2 after all.

“Hey no fair!! What if that killed me!?” Satoru exclaimed with a pout. 

Suguru rolled his eyes, “Aren’t we the strongest? It would take more than a grade 2 to take you out, Satoru.” 

Gojo steeled his resolve; if Suguru wanted to play that game then he would oblige him. Gojo chased him until they ended up in an open area: now it was time to strike.

“Cursed technique lapse: blue.”

Suguru was suddenly lifted up off the ground and pulled towards his friend, “Are you serious right now, Satoru!?”

Once Suguru was within range he attempted to hit Gojo, knowing he was better than him at hand-to-hand combat. But of course, Satoru had predicted this would happen and turned his infinity on, so he wasn’t able to connect. What he wouldn’t give to knock that smug grin off Satoru’s face!

“Ha! I win.” Gojo stuck his tongue out at the boy.

Suguru flipped him off and grumbled that he cheated. 

“Hey, you used your cursed technique first! So this is your fault.”

Geto glared, “UGH! FINE!”, he threw his hands up in the air, “just, don’t mess with my bangs.” he crossed his arms and looked away, pouting. 

Gojo began laughing and tossed the scissors to the side, “I don’t actually want to cut your hair. It was just fun to see you freak out and run.” 

Suguru looked at him incredulously, “You really just chased me around the school for 20 minutes for fun!?”

“Yep!” Satoru gave a satisfied pop at the end. 

“Oh my god I’m gonna....” Geto trailed off and took a deep breath, “Okay well can you at least let me down now?”

“Mmm depends...what are you gonna give me in exchange?” Gojo teased. 

Suguru sputtered, “Wha- what!? How about I beat the crap out of you. How’s that for a deal!?”

Gojo tsked, “Mmm no I don’t like that deal.” Satoru looked up as if he was thinking, hand on his chin while the other hand kept the boy floating in the air at arm's length. “Hey I know! How about you give me a kiss?” Gojo gave a sly smirk. 

Geto looked at him, slack-jawed. “Did you threaten to cut my hair and chase me around the school with scissors just so I would give you a kiss?”

At that, Gojo blushed and crossed his arms, his plan being fully seen-through, “Well, you haven’t paid any attention to me lately so I figured the only thing that would work was if I threatened to cut your hair.”

“God, you're so needy.” But Suguru’s gaze betrayed his teasing, softening and looking at Satoru like he would give him anything. And he would. 

Gojo pouted and looked away, releasing his technique and putting Suguru down. His eyes widened when Geto closed the distance between them and cupped his cheeks with both hands and kissed him. 

It was a gentle, meaningful kiss, and Gojo quickly followed suit in closing his eyes and holding Geto, feeling his hair at his fingertips. Truth be told, he would never cut Geto’s hair. He loved it too much. Especially the bang that hung down out of his bun to frame the side of his face. 

When they parted they both looked at each other and Gojo grinned again, feeling renewed.

“Hmm maybe I should have asked for more than just a kiss...” 

Suguru rolled his eyes with a smile on his face, “You can. Anytime. Just don’t chase me with scissors next time.” And he brought Satoru’s face to his own once more.

#my writing #satosugu #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fics #gojo x geto #satoru x suguru #gego #satosugu fanfic #satosugu fluff #stsg #stsg fluff #jjk fluff

[runabout-river]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Power System

@ohnomypotato-airaka and everyone else who's confused about what's going on in this manga with all these powers.

From one of the fanbooks I think, Gege made this Ability tree/chart to showcase how the power system in JJK works:

First and foremost, this Tree starts with CURSED ENERGY on the mid-left part of this picture. Meaning: you need a certain amount of CE to even try to become a sorcerer. From there the abilities branch out to CURSED ENERGY MANIPULATION (CEM), INNATE TECHNIQUE and NEGATIVE EMOTIONS.

I once made a post where I tried to map out all the abilities of the main cast. What I made at the time looks like this (it's incomplete of course):

But what the fuck do all of these things mean? Well, it means that you gain jujutsu abilities one step at a time and sometimes you need to master two different abilities to gain access to a new one. Let's look at Domain Expansion.

The path: CE -> Negative Emotions -> Innate Domain -> Curtain -> Barrier Technique -> Domain Expansion

Only if you follow this path will you be able to expand your Domain with the Barrier Technique being the most difficult ability where most sorcerer fail. EXCEPT for Megumi. He activated his domain without mastering the BT first, instead he compensated that lack of ability by using external barriers in the creation of his Domain.

(We have since learned that this compensation is exceptional and that with the skeletal construct inside Megumi's incomplete Domain, he's basically the next one in line to learn to expand an Open Barrier Domain)

The thing that's relevant for last chapter is the fact that after a DE ends the users Cursed Techniques become unstable meaning they can't use them anymore for a certain amount of time. A technique is everything on this branch:

What do those words mean?

Inherited Technique: Limitless, Strawdoll Technique, Anti-gravity System

Non-Inherited Technique: ok, nothing really comes to mind but summoning generic Shikigami might be this

Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue, Resonance/Hairpin, Anti-gravity. Don't get confused by the word Lapse, it just means normal application

Cursed Technique Reversal: Red, Gravity. As you can see CTR has two paths leading to it, the second one coming from Reverse Cursed Technique (RCT).

RCT is not an actual technique as you just multiply CE with itself to create Positive Energy. What happens is this: Gojo uses his Technique and when he powers that Technique with Cursed Energy he gets Blue but when he powers it Positive Energy he gets Red. The same goes for Kenjaku and Anti-gravity and Gravity.

Positive Energy does not occur naturally inside the human body so to use a technique like Red, Gojo has to use two times the amount of CE.

Hope this helped :D

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #meta #gojo satoru

[guyuniverse]

Cursed technique "lapse blue" 🔵♾️

#digital art #digital fanart #digital arwork #digital aritst #digital doodle #cartoon #art #drawing #digital sketch #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk gojo

[siriuslysatorusimping]

*Excerpt* Shattered Existence Deleted Scene (Another Level)

Hiiiiiiii 😊

I know I've been a lil MIA lately 🙃

Just been focusing on a few things other than writing for the first time in a while... But I wanted to share this deleted scene that I decided not to include because I felt it would have just served as needless filler 😬

Since we're already through it, I figured it'd be fun to share!

If you haven't already, you can read Another Level on AO3 💕

And the installment this was deleted from, Shattered Existence

Shattered Existence Deleted Scene

“My precious students are watching, you know.”

Gojo’s laugh was deranged as he jutted his thumb toward the crows watching.

“My girlfriend, too!” he continued, his voice sounding delirious. “You hear that Megumi? Finally fuckin told her.”

“How sweet,” Sukuna laughed. “How does she feel knowing that you and her kid are beatin’ the shit outta each other?”

Her jaw clenched, her chest constricting with fury as Sukuna’s grin widened.

“And who’s gonna stop her from comin’ in here and getting herself killed when you die?”

“I’m not gonna die,” Gojo shot back confidently, grinning just as wide. “But at least I have someone who cares about me enough. What’ve you got? That monk? My girl could take ‘em easy.”

“I don’t give a shit about anyone else tagging in for me,” Sukuna replied, smirking now. “You rely on others, and that’s what makes humans weak. But you, you’re at least somewhat capable. Still nothing compared to me. Like I said, you were only the strongest because you were born at a time when I wasn’t around to put you in your place earlier. An ordinary guy.”

Gojo laughed. His genuine laugh that lit up his entire face and made his eyes brighter.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “Maybe I am an ordinary guy. But I’m still gonna kill you.”

-

“Is time what’s necessary for adaption, or is it experience?” Yuuji asked, his eyes not leaving the screens as they debated Mahoraga’s adaption.

“You mean, does he take the time to analyze an attack after being hit and then adapt?” Kusakabe clarified, his hand on his chin. “Or does he adapt after being hit by the same attack multiple times, right?” Yuuji nodded, and Kusakabe tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, which is it?”

Their rambling was beginning to get on her nerves. The constant questions that were being thrown around, Kusakabe’s babbling about domain expansions.

He was, to an extent, right about most of what he said. But the problem was that even when he didn’t have answers, he was still fucking talking.

“Either could be possible,” Kashimo said. He had a wide grin on his face, excitement oozing off him in waves. “This is the fight I wanted to see-”

“It’s closer to the second,” Rinko stated absently, ignoring the confused looks she received. Her focus remained on the fight in front of her. “It’s volume. Not quite experience because experience still requires time. The complexity of the technique combined with the amount of cursed energy put into its use. The more energy used, the faster Mahoraga is able to adapt. So, if Gojo were to use more energy with Lapse Blue, then Mahoraga would likely gain more than one spin.”

It was why Gojo needed to finish Mahoraga in one hit. It couldn’t adapt if it was dead.

#another level #another level deleted scene #gojo satoru x original female character #rinko kurisaki #rinko kurisaki aka my favorite oc i've ever written #gojo satoru fanfic #jujutsu gojo #jjk manga spoilers

[kentonanamisupremacy]

Girl are you Gojo’s Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue? Because you’re attracting me~~

#bad pickup lines #:3 #gojo satoru #jjk

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[vaainglorious]

‟— Hmm,” Satoru frowns deeply placing a hand over his chest. Ever since he started school at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech, he's been getting weird heart palpitations. He knows the feeling, its like when he's having a good fight during missions, or he's able to show off, or even just getting into altercations with Suguru. There's one such other way in which his heart tends to race, and that's upon catching a glace at Shoko Ieiri.

He vaguely recalls something his clan passed around in hushed whispers. A sign that you met your Soulmate occurs when you feel a rush of adrenaline in your veins, even while doing nothing, and there-after whenever they're in danger, or doing something exciting, or even so much as staring at someone they like, the other can feel it. However something about this is putting Satoru on edge.

Shoko is on a mission today, although not alone, as they would never put the healer of the group on a mission alone, she was accompanying the new first year students Haibara and Nanami. If his intuition is on point, Satoru has quite the interesting soulmate on his hands. Excusing himself from class, otherwise this would be bothersome to sit through, Gojo teleports himself to the site where they all are. He knows he's going to get in trouble, but whatever. The curtain over the exorcism site doesn't stop him from entering as a major battle is going on.

Making a gun from his finger, Satoru focuses a little bit of energy in front of him. He take into account of Nanami and Haibara's positions before charging up his technique. ‟— Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.” And like that the curse practically imploded on itself, and the veil begins to lift. Gojo walks casually up to the first years, where there he spots Shoko somewhat out of the way. He snorts gently.

‟— Did something like that have you that excited, Shoko? You weren't scared, where ya?”

▮⁝ @ashestxashes ▮⁝ [Adrenaline]- whenever one muse is in danger, the other can feel their adrenaline. Unhelpful for sitting exams. Good for muses who live dangerous lives.

#ashestxashes #𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐲 › asks

[tempenensis]

Hi Lele-san, what is the difference between Gojo's Curse technique lapse Maximum energy output and Geto's Maximum technique? They're both maximum output of cursed energy with two different names right?

(Also the shipping anon is so on point, thank you anon it should be common knowledge in anime fandom but western fans in every Asian media's fandom think they're superior to us and they get to dictate what's right or wrong. A lot of them are young and have no idea of fandom history let alone cultural. It's racist and the problem nowadays is that they don't get called out or shamed for it like they used to a few years ago. Everybody's too arrogant to see when they're wrong and they have to learn some things to be considered good people by those who aren't already their fans. If it makes sense. Everyone has those friends who support their bad behavior and they think "Since this is life for the next few years we don't have to think about the future when we have to talk to people in real world who will have a different reaction, world is going to hell and we can be jerks till the last day." It's called doomerism, they have no hope so they think they won't have to face any backlash offline. Sorry I went philosophical, it's not just a tiny part of this fandom it's everywhere and affects real people and our jobs, society, collective thinking etc too.)

Hi!

I think the japanese version is more clear on the difference between the two

Maximum energy output in the original version is 出力最大 (jutsuryoku saidai, lit. "maximum output"). It's not actually another type of technique, just Gojou is exerting his Blue technique as high as he can, compared to his usual output.

On the other hand, Maximum technique is originally 極ノ番 (goku no ban, lit. "extreme number"). Like domain expansion, it's another form of "peak" of one's curse technique. A curse technique user seems to only can master one of the peaks, either domain expansion or maximum. Only Jogo who can do both so far.

(I don't want to further this discourse but anyway, yeah. If only the western fandom can just leave everyone alone, it'll be better. But they likes to police stuff. We're here just to have fun)

#le-ask #jjk #jjk manga spoilers #nihongo #gojou satoru #kenjaku

[dadsbongos]

bad dad gojo

Thinking about… Gojo having a child that's in his first-year class but they just fucking hate him…

So obviously he’s older in this au but yk (otherwise he would’ve had you at like 12??)

The type of dad who seems like he’s oblivious to the fact you want nothing to do with him (but then he whines about it to nanami)

Always making plans “with you” (he just tells you to go somewhere with him and expects you to go)

“Here, I’ll flip this coin and if it lands on heads, you’ll go out to brunch with me! If it’s tails, I’ll go out to brunch with you! Ah, tails! Well, I guess I’ll have to meet you at that old kikufuku shop we used to go to all the time. Ten in the morning, don’t be late!”

You never go and you're not sure why he always calls you acting surprised you didn't show

The only reason you even put up with him as a teacher is because he is the strongest, no matter how infuriating that is to admit

Gojo assumes your malice is all just about how often he was gone for work while you were growing up but that’s not totally true

Like yeah not having your dad around sucked but he is ultra strong, so it’s not like you can’t understand why he was sent out so often

But it was all the cheating and lying and seeing how he hurt your mother that turned you away from him, you just couldn’t admire someone like that

It’s such a noticeable difference between the way you speak about your parents btw

“My mother - wow, she’s such a strong sorcerer and even if it all seems lost, she never gives up! She’s such a kind and honest person. She has to travel a lot, but I get it - if I had to send anyone out for a mission, I’d definitely send someone strong-willed and determined like Mom!”

“Papa, on the other hand… He may be strong but he’s absolutely unbearable to work with. He’s obnoxious, loud, arrogant, and what’s worse is he’s always doing that intentionally! God, if he wasn’t our teacher, I wouldn’t even be talking to him. Not worth the two seconds to initiate a convo.”

Gojo tries, but he’s so hard to get along with if you don’t already like him that it’s impossible for him to get anywhere with you

And he thinks he’s super funny

Like that time a group of kids in junior high were attacked in Chiyoda and he called you to ask if that was you (cuz you were sent on a mission near there)

You hung up

Or every time he tries cooking (keyword: tries) and no matter who else is in the kitchen, he’ll just go “Remember that time you were two and I thought I put you in the oven instead of the chicken?!”

You hate that story (“Just shows how incompetent and unready for fatherhood he’s always been.”)

You and Megumi team up against him like all the time

You two found out about his infinity when Megumi tried slamming a see-saw up towards his nuts :D and it didn’t work D:

You two would also do that thing where Gojo would pick you up from school and you'd pretend you don’t know him

One time you two got into the car of a stranger claiming your “dad” wanted them to pick you up

Tsumiki put a stop to that one though🙄

Because Six Eyes is so rare, you end up not inheriting it

But you do get Limitless! (“At least I don’t have to cover my eyes like shithead oldie over there.”)

You’re trying to use the Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue, but it’s incredibly straining, especially because you don’t have Six Eyes but you’re too stubborn to get help from Gojo

“It’d be a lot easier if you just let me train you!” - Gojo, watching you try not to pass out while attempting Blue

You prefer Nanami by a lot and Gojo pretends it doesn’t sting that bad (you and Kento bond over a shared distaste for Gojo, even though Kento is your dad’s old friend)

“Ah, c’mon kid! You like that square over your own old man?”

“Yeah, like without competition.”

Yuji doesn’t get the whole story but he’s glad to have you on team Nanamin :)

Yuji is the sunshine bestie to your edgy dad-hating angst and Nanami is the father figure you both need

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru x you #it makes me giggle

[gojotism]

haha hi gang!! time to talk abt gojo!

so. satoru gojo. the strongest. known for his cocky attitude, his suave personality, his good looks! isn't he just the best !! no lol

now, starting from the very beginning. when he was born, everything changed, the balance of power was altered as he was the first in the past 400 years of his family to have both limitless and six eyes, making him the most powerful sorcerer from birth.

this technique is host to others too, like infinity, which allows the user to distort space however he wants. anybody from the gojo lineage can inherit limitless, but to be granted full access to its abilities, you'd need six eyes too.

the neutral ability of limitless is "infinity", which grants gojo the ability to divide the finite space between him and any object/person an infinite amount of times, making it so that they never touch. in maths, no matter how many times you divide something by two, it'll never become zero. instead, you're left with fractions so small that they are hardly possible to see. limitless allows infinity to bring this to reality, which makes things appear to have come to a total stop.

(explained later on in the manga, but also shown in the gojo and jogo fight.)

infinity can be expanded into a larger barrier around the host, protecting them from harmful objects or liquids, or even to overpower somebody else's technique. Infinity can only be dispelled by the user, or disrupted by a domain expansion. cursed tools that have cursed energy combined with them can also disrupt the infinity. an example of this is the special grade tool "the inverted spear of heaven" used by toji fushigoro.

(toji stabbing gojo with the cursed tool)

the next technique is strengthened limitless: blue. blue is the cursed technique lapse of limitless, it brings the negative space in the area to a zero, forcing the space to try and fill the gap by pulling forward the force of the space so violently that it becomes a magnet-like source. anybody in this gap will immediately have their limbs crushed, but the user can make it move them at incredible speeds. blue is extremely difficult to use, and can tire out the user very fast.

(blue being used in the fight)

following blue, cursed technique: reversal red of limitless is the technique that reverses the effect of the technique and brings the divergence of infinity into reality, which produces the power to repel. this technique manifests itself as a small red orb which releases a strong, concentrated amount of cursed energy, which is at least as twice as strong as blue.

a reversal technique is incredibly hard to master for even the strongest sorcerer, having to multiply negative energy by negative energy to create positive energy. it sounds simple, but is proven to be extremely difficult in practice.

(red being used against jogo)

there are also advanced techniques within limitless, which require mass amounts of training for even the head of the gojo family. the first one is "colliding limitless: purple.", also known as "hollow technique: purple." hollow purple is a fusion of both red and blue, and is a secret known to very few in the gojo family. it represents the collision of both infinites that creates a mass that does not stop for any exception.

(hollow purple clearing out an area)

another advanced technique is long distance teleportation, which is self explanatory. there are certain unidentified conditions, but anybody who the user is touching is teleported too, as shown when Gojo teleported with Yuuji, or when he transported Inumaki and Panda to the school. a drawn magic circle can also be used by the user to teleport people.

(not long distance, but here is his teleportation)

And now, what we've been waiting for; Domain expansion: Unlimited Void!

unlimited void is the name of gojo's domain, which traps the enemy in the concept of infinity. it forces them to bare with an endless stream of informating, leaving them in a numb state of emptiness where they feel nothing and everything in the universe simultaneously.

(domain expansion against jogo.)

finally, moving on from limitless, his second ability "six eyes". as stated earlier, gojo is the first sorcerer in his family for the past 400 years. he's the only one who can utilise limitless to its full potential.

six eyes grants the user with incredible perception, and only one host of six eyes can exist at once. along with advanced perception, they're also granted vast comprehension skills, allowing them to manipulate cursed energy with such levels of concentration that it lets them create things such as hollow technique: purple. six eyes also processes cursed energy so efficiently, that gojo's will never run to zero.

along with this, the mental capacity of six eyes can turn a split second of reality into well over a minutes time in the host's mind. this works well with the ability of gifted sight, to be able to see through anything. it also allows them to calculate where anything is no matter the distance. also, they can see cursed energy in extreme detail, to the point where they can pinpoint who somebody is just from sensing their techniques.

the user's eyes function like a high resolution camera, even when covered. so, in the long term, the user has to cover them by wearing a blindfold, darkened sunglasses or by bandaging them along with other things, just to reduce drawbacks. objects that lack cursed energy can be seen by reading the residue of cursed energy around them.

(eyes :) )

ONTO HIS CHARACTER I GUESS LMAO,,

okay, we know gojo is super cocky, he's not insecure of himself at all, he knows what he's worth and flaunts it excellently. i think he's deeper than all this though, naturally. he's been through a lot, such as losing his best friend, bonding with the child he'll eventually have to kill, adopting the son of the man who tried to murder him. that isn't isn't half of it.

gojo, in my opinion, has borderline personality disorder. his obvious god complex fueled by it, and having possibly suguru as his favourite person. now, i know bpd is deeper than that, and it's what i'll continue with what his struggles may be.

- his self image: i wouldn't say he struggles with identifying it, but i would say something is definitely wrong about it. such as the question he is asked of "are you satoru gojo because you're the strongest, or are you the strongest because you're satoru gojo". he's obsessed with this image of him as the strongest, and to me it seems like he's lost all grip on anything else about himself. he's just the strongest, alone.

- abandonment: the whole kfc scenario with suguru. his first thought is to kill him, thanks to what he'd said about non-shamans, but perhaps because also, that's his one and only, they fought once and it had been the same ever since. he's lost many in his life, himself being one of them, the price to pay for being the strongest.

- impulsive, self-destructive tendencies: to me, gojo took on missions in his childhood on a whim, and when the toji arc came to an end, he asked suguru if he should kill all who witnessed it. risking his life for the sake of his techniques is also pretty worrying.

- chronic feelings of emptiness: gojo just doesn't seem his usual self sometimes, and by 'usual' i mean that big idiot who gets on everybody's nerves. scenes that remind me of this is in ijichi's car, sitting on the steps talking to yaga, the scenes where he's away from the students. he's dull, it's out of character.

- explosive anger: he does lash out a lot in the manga, the anger towards the higher ups sometimes coming out of absolutely nowhere at such an extreme level is concerning.

- feeling out of touch with reality: since his ability is to literally warp reality however he wishes, i wouldn't be surprised if he lacked the ability to differentiate what he's done and what's normal. space is whatever he wishes for it to be, and i think even with six eyes' comprehension that he might struggle to see it for himself.

the brain of somebody with BPD is on high alert constantly, similar to the way infinity is constantly keeping him safe from danger physically, and how six eyes is mentally, having them running almost constantly, especially after the fight with toji, and even now, in the shibuya arc thanks to suguru/kenjaku, he can't even rely on six eyes to tell him who is around him.

another way to cope with the emptiness mentioned earlier is through taste. sweets, like sour ones, or extremely sweet ones, even mints, help with bringing feeling back to the body. gojo stated that he eats them to keep himself awake and alert, but maybe there's more reasons he's developed such a sweet tooth.

away from that, i love how his personality contrasts the likes of almost everyone around him other than itadori. he's so aloof and calm about things purely because he's strong, he knows what he's doing. in the episode he's introduced, he says he even took a detour from his trip knowing the cursed object was missing. he asks sukuna if it's okay that he shows off because megumi is watching. my favourite contrast though is nanami and gojo, they've been total opposites since day one despite going through so many similar things, and i personally think it's what kept them close until the end, the same goes for gojo and shoko.

overall i just adore satoru gojo with my whole heart. i'm not sure what else to add to this lol

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[nakamatoo]

Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue

Cursed Technique Reversal: Red

Hollow Purple

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[otomegema]

title: Convergence Theory, ch. 2 pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader summary: You are a lesser family member of the Gojo clan, so far removed you don’t even carry the name, but you carry the Limitless ability and thus the potential to be a bride to the future head of the clan— a fact you patently reject at fifteen. Twelve years later you are a second grade sorcerer struggling to obtain first grade status when the object of your deepest objections offers you a deal. rating: mature tropes: fake dating/engagement, rivals to lovers, slow romance Link: Archive of Our Own

It had been a logical move to allow Gojo to take down your number, entering it into his contacts with an obscene amount of heart and wishing star emojis by the brief glance you caught over his shoulder. It looked like he was already banking on your acceptance of the deal, but when you parted, your to-go sushi in a small plastic bag, you hadn’t expected to hear from him until tomorrow evening at the latest.

Or maybe even never.

But now, back in the hotel you were being comped for while in Tokyo, you wished silently that you’d never given that man your cell phone number.

Honey

Baby

Future-pretend-love-of-my-life

Have you made a decision?

He wasn’t human. It was barely 6am, did he wake up this early for lessons every day? You groaned, nearly swatting the phone off the nightstand in the dark.

You shot back a fast reply.

-oh I’m sorry

-I’m still recovering from getting electrocuted the other day

-Some asshat led a curse to me

You rolled over, managing to get at least another decent half hour of sleep in before the phone chimed again, lighting up the darkened hotel room.

\(★ω★)/

YOUR asshat

Should you choose to accept this mission

You threw off your covers, forcing yourself up to sit against the stack of pillows behind you as you tapped out a reply.

-My pretend asshat

-Mother will be so proud

The dots of his reply began immediately.

So is that a yes?

You sighed, rolling your eyes to yourself.

-Day isn’t over -Hasn’t even started tyvm

The dots began. Stopped. Began and stopped again, this time not reappearing. You tossed your phone onto the bed and teetered up and over to the coffee maker. The pot was finishing brewing by the time your phone chimed again.

You’re so slow.

The addition of punctuation and the sudden lack of emoji seemed almost like a warning flare that Gojo’s patience was waning. But you hardly knew the man and really, what did you care? A favor for a favor was what he offered. You didn’t owe him anything.

I have other options too.

His text continued and for a moment you frowned, wondering if his intention was to have that sound like a threat. You felt heat rising in your throat— he didn’t want to play that game.

So no pressure. Genuinely.

Oh. Good. That was better. You felt the tension uncoil as fast as it had grown.

Tho I AM your only hope for advancement <3

You could have thrown the phone right through the wall. Your thumbs worked rapidly, shooting out your reply in no time.

-Ah yes, your finest quality

A quick appearance of dots.

My special grade ranking? (･ω<)☆

You smirked.

-Humility

You’re no fun.

Text me when you are done being boring.

This was probably the most you had ever spoken to Gojo, despite having seen him on and off from a distance for the better half of your life. He was hard to miss. Every event at the main house would have him and his immediate family at the forefront. No one ever stopped talking about Gojo Satoru and his accomplishments and his strength and his skill as a sorcerer.

It was nauseating, having to pretend to nod and smile like it was all some great blessing just to orbit near him. It was bad enough he read like a sun to your abilities, as if he needed to be made to think he was anymore of the center of the universe.

Your palm itched. The desire to tap back a response now, a firm denial, very strong. But not stronger than your excitement at the possibility of being a first grade sorcerer. It was everything you had wanted. Prestige, recognition, tougher missions and the pay and rewards that came with them.

You were no weakling. Sure the telemetry technique took you out of commission, but it was hardly your greatest feat. You had finally been able to manifest the cursed technique lapse, blue. Granted, it was a one off and exhausted you so fully afterwards that you nearly fainted on the spot… but your tolerance was getting better. The precision of your manipulation of your cursed energy would never be on par with Gojo, but you could, some day, maybe even manage to shoot the technique off twice.

Reversal Red was next to impossible. And Hollow Technique? Truly impossible. The Six Eyes was needed to even attempt it. Most of your practice had been devoted to perfecting your long distance teleportation skills, fine tuning your telemetry technique and working on establishing your domain. That one was easier. The Unlimited Void crushed your opponent beneath an overload of sensory information, information you could easily channel and tap into with your own unique skills as a Limitless user.

But like all things, you were only second best. And barely. It was a joke. Comparing yourself to Gojo. He was on a level you could never achieve— unless.

You grabbed your phone, hastily dialing the new number and wincing at the loud, cheerful greeting from the other line.

“Good morning, moon of my soul, tenderest heart, darling—!“

“I haven’t even said yes yet, you monster.”

“Ah! A name of my very own? Be still my trembling heart!”

“I wish to make an amendment to the agreement.”

There was a lengthy pause. You could practically hear the slow spread of that sly smile. Content as the cat who caught the canary.

He knew he was about to win.

“Let’s hear it.”

“If you are putting my name forward for first grade, that means you have someone else in mind to be the second backer and someone in mind for me to shadow on missions and train with, yeah?

“I do.” Gojo said, his tone surprisingly serious.

“Have them put my name forward instead. I want to shadow you.”

Gojo laughed, a short mirthless thing, “What makes you think I have the time?”

“You have enough time to play pretend, I’d think any fiancé would leap at the chance to be with his lovely wife-to-be and keep her safe.”

Gojo hummed.

“Why me?”

This was an oddly familiar conversation.

“Purely selfish reasons. You are the best Limitless user. I am a Limitless user. I want you to teach me.”

“You aren’t on my level.” He said, no malice in his words, just simple facts.

“Then teach me what I can handle.”

There was another pause.

“I’m not gonna go easy on you just because you’re my girl.”

The bare utterance of the endearment sent a shiver up your arms and not an entirely pleasant one either. His girl. God, how would you even begin to explain this fake engagement to your parents? Who knew the depth of your jealousy and bitterness over Gojo since you were— what? Five? Younger?

“Since I am just your ‘pretend’ girl, I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“Your funeral, babe.” Gojo said, “But I’m glad we resolved this early! Because we are having dinner. Reservations are made, I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear something pretty!”

Your words caught in your throat, stuttering across your tongue and unable to force out before the line cut off and he was gone.

You pressed the edge of your phone to your temple, already feeling a headache coming on. Something pretty? Shit.

-Something pretty? -Too vague. I have no idea what I’m supposed to wear.

A dress! Something for the evening. A Line.

V Neck def

Show off what puberty gave ya (＾〃＾)

Chiffon with ruffle lace

And grey-blue

-Why?

To match my eyes <3

-Where in the world do you expect me to find that specific dress in the next few hours

Downstairs with hotel staff I had it dropped off <3 <3 <3

-That’s creepy

(つω`｡) </3 </3

-Enough with the hearts -How much? I’ll pay you back

It is a gift <3

-How’d you even know my size

A gentleman never reveals his secrets

┐(‘～` )┌

You sighed and set aside your phone to call down to the front desk. Sure enough, a few minutes later someone brought up a large white box, tied with a grey-blue ribbon. You set the package on the small counter in your room’s kitchen and opened the lid, brushing aside soft tissue paper.

The dress was ridiculously soft, made of fine, nearly translucent layers of chiffon. It was a lovely color, the sight making you suddenly think of the feeling in the air before a thunderstorm, the smell of rain. The ribbon matched.

You looked for a price tag and found none, but folded away at the bottom of the box was a hand written receipt. You paled at the figure displayed on it.

-Gojo, I can’t possibly accept this.

Don’t be stupid. No one would believe I was serious about a woman unless I was positively spoiling her rotten. s’not like it broke the bank!

-Forget the first-grade rec

-Pay my bills

Too late! Negotiations are closed :)

-So what the hell am I doing at this dinner?

Eating Duh and being seen with yours truly easy peasy right?

You sipped your coffee, keeping the mug well away from the dress. It was certainly nicer than anything you had ever owned in— well. Ever. It was hard to argue that there were clearly going to be some additional perks to this arrangement you hadn’t previously thought of.

Plus we gotta go over some ground rules

-Thought you said negotiations were closed

-This mean we can revisit my bills?

g2g

Students need me!

Ttyl babe

The ease in which that man showered you so soon with endearments was nauseating. Had he ever even had a girlfriend before? Or just those usual moon-eyed women who fawned and petted him?

And now everyone was gonna think you were one of those girls. You drank your coffee faster, relishing in the way it burned down your throat and overpowered the bad taste in your mouth.

“First-grade… first-grade. Remember the first-grade.”

And training. You’d squeeze every possible benefit from this arrangement out that you could. Sorcerers worked in teams, but at the end of the day, it was every man and woman for themselves.

Let them think what they want when you were seen tonight. You would come out on top.

***

The day passed quickly and you found yourself standing in front of the hotel mirror, twisting back and forth to get a feel for the movement of the dress— and half practicing staying upright in the heels that had arrived not even a moment later.

They were high enough to be appealing, but low enough to keep you from falling over on your face. Gojo had texted an explanation that he figured you were out of practice in wearing anything other than sneakers and combat boots and to consider them training wheels.

You’d wanted, once again, to punch him in the face.

The kind of girl he liked was a stilettos kinda girl, you guessed, huffing to yourself as you sat down and twirled one of your ankles, stretching the muscle. Even the low heels were not entirely comfortable, but you’d manage.

Checking your makeup one last time, you picked up your own worn purse and slung it over your shoulder. Women who wore these kind of dresses and came in on the arm’s of other men and women like Gojo never had anything more than the smallest clutch— but you weren’t those women.

You made your way down to the lobby and were surprised to find a chauffeur waiting outside with a very very sleek European car of some kind. You weren’t great about those kinds of things, only noting the seats were made with soft black leather and there was even a divider built in like in a limo to give the passengers privacy.

The chauffeur ushered you into the empty car and you sat back with a sigh as silently he delivered you to the next destination. You had, in some small place, hoped Gojo would already be present.

Why he felt the need for such spectacle was beyond you, but maybe this was what was expected of a clan family son when he courted a young woman. It felt— weird. Nice, but weird. The drive was not overly long, the car coming to stop.

You knew this restaurant. Some fancy French-Japanese fusion place that charged a hundred dollars for a single plate with a broiled pear covered in wasabi or some weird shit. Already you felt your stomach churning with anxiety and encroaching regret.

This was gonna suck.

This was gonna suck so bad.

The chauffeur opened the door and you barely managed not to wobble on the pavement. Feeling stilted and exposed as other guests and couples regarded you with open curiosity and veiled judgment.

Clearly they were used to seeing the same people come and go from this restaurant and you were not one of them.

You clutched your bag tighter to your arm, hand reaching inside instinctively to find your phone and text Gojo you were out. This was over. Find someone else— when your surname was shouted from the door.

All eyes turned as if in sync to Gojo, wearing simple trousers and a white shirt tucked in. He didn’t even have a tie or a jacket, his dark glasses obscuring his eyes even as he looked right at you.

A few people tsked their disapproval, but they may as well have been ghosts for all the attention Gojo paid them. When you didn’t immediately make your way over to him, Gojo shoved his hands into his pockets and strode over to meet you.

He grinned, the lowering of his chin and the slow rise back up an obvious indicator he was sizing you up and didn’t care if you knew.

He whistled.

“Ow, ow!”

“Shut it— you know this dress could cover my rent for half a year?! And these shoes! I could buy a used car with this ensemble.”

“You even drive?”

“Not the point.”

He laughed again, loud and careless.

“Figured since you were dawdling you might need an arm to lean on.” Gojo said, offering your his elbow without removing his hands from his pockets, “Or perhaps…”

He feigned a gasp, “Are you feeling shy?”

“I’m leaving.” you deadpanned, managing half a turn before his hand was on your waist, turning you back. He took your hand, the feeling of his palm on your side still burned into your skin as he hooked your arm in his own.

You allowed it, leaning on him only a little. He looked pleased, smugly so, as he led you inside and to a table that was already set for two.

There was a wine glass sitting by your own plate. The one by Gojo’s was turned upside down and set to the side… a can of soda sitting, bright and out of place, in its spot.

“… where did you even get that.”

“Vending machine.” Gojo said simply and even kicked your chair out a little for you to take a seat. How flattering.

“Wine is for you, if you want it. Figured it might help take the edge off.”

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to wait for the server to return and simply tipping the bottle of red into your own glass.

“What about you?”

“I don’t drink.” He said, cracking the tab on his soda with a loud pop. Several eyes filtered your way, whispers behind hands and napkins as Gojo all but drained the can in one gulp.

“So— ground rules?” you said, unfolding a cloth napkin and settling it in a half folded triangle across your lap the way you saw other women doing.

“Straight in, huh? Alright. Terms.” Gojo lifted one finger, “As already discussed, you and I will be ‘courting’— dating. Whatever the fuck. I’ll take care of arranging the dates, you show up, act sufficiently smitten and in about a year give or take, we break up.”

Gojo lifted a second finger, “Two. In exchange, I have two first grade sorcerers who will back your promotion. And, as requested—“ Gojo’s voice dropped a fraction, almost grumpily, “—you’ll come with me on my missions for your first semi-grade probation.”

“Now ground rules. At any point either of us wants out, it’s done. No questions asked. But don’t think that means you get to ditch and just keep that first grade appointment. I’ll make sure you end up right back at a grade two.”

You sipped your wine, giving your mouth something to do than form some very choice words at that moment. Gojo noticed, his smile almost a snarl, but the expression quickly vanished. You had a funny feeling trying to hoodwink or swindle him would end very poorly for anyone.

“And when you develop feelings for me—“

“If.” You amended quickly, but Gojo ignored you.

“—when you develop feelings for me. You have to tell me and again, the engagement is over. You can keep your rank. No harm no foul. I can hardly blame you for falling for me.” Gojo said with a wistful sigh. You were grateful for the arrival of the first course, forcing you both to fall silent for a moment until they departed.

You had no idea what was on the plate. Some kind of salad? It was hardly a mouthful. Gojo didn’t even touch his silverware and feeling less than impressed with the cuisine, you didn’t either.

You drank your wine.

“Barring sickness or injury you are required to appear for every date I set. Including the ones where you have to meet other members of the main family.”

You frowned, but didn’t object.

“Wait— what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Is the engagement off when you develop feelings for me?” You said lightly, trying to play off your smile as wistful.

Gojo scoffed, his reaction almost enough to hurt your feelings… just a little bit.

“Non-issue. I don’t do feelings.”

“God, you sound like a fuck boy.” The words came out before you could stop yourself, the last syllable off your tongue right at the moment the server had returned to reclaim your plates. An eyebrow was raised and you hid your face down with a flustered cough.

By the time you looked back up, you got the joy of seeing Gojo staring at you from over his glasses, a broad and deeply amused grin on his face.

“Not non-issue. If I get the feelings rule you get the feelings rule. End discussion.”

Gojo shrugged, again not touching the newest course which was, to your extreme annoyance, some kind of grilled pear.

“You should slow down.” He warned in a sing song voice as you poured another glass.

“I’m not a baby— okay. So we got terms, we got ground rules. Anything else?”

“You can’t refuse my gifts.”

Your eyes narrowed sharply and he simply smiled and hummed with a shrug.

“It’s for appearances! Oh. Speaking of appearances—“ Gojo sat up, fishing something from his back pocket and sitting it on the table. You stared at the simple black box, fearing a vein might burst in your forehead at any moment.

“What is that.” You stated more than asked.

“Open it.” Gojo said, his voice light and encouraging as he nudged the box closer, “Come on, open it. Open it. You know you wanna, sweetie, light of my life, fire of my lo—“

You snatched the box up if only to stop him from finishing that sentence.

You swallowed hard, the sounds of the room fading out as you flipped open the box and found, sitting upon a small satin pillow— a… key?

You lifted it from the box, noting it even had a little custom keychain made to look like a white cat with a tiny blindfold.

“It’s to my apartment!” Gojo announced with a giddy laugh, clasping his hands together in a way that was entirely un-adult like.

“… I have my own place. Thank you.”

“In Kyoto. This is here, in Tokyo. Where you will need to stay for this all to work, remember?”

“Where will you stay?” You asked dryly, vaguely hoping his answer would be something other than what it was no doubt going to be.

“Very funny. You’ll have your own room—if you want it.”

“Why—“ your voice nearly broke and you had to take a moment to clear it, “Why uh— why wouldn’t I be wanting my own room?”

“Feelings are off limits, naturally. But if you want to take me up again on that offer from back in the day…”

The surge of cursed energy that rippled off of you was so strong Gojo nearly toppled backwards, his laugh gaining a somewhat nervous lift to it if only for just a moment.

“I’ll have my own room. My own locked room.” You bit out, feeling your face flushing hot and hating every second Gojo seemed to be enjoying your utter mortification, “Unless that is a problem.”

“Nope. Not at all. Probably for the best ultimately, I’ve been told I have a bad habit of dickmatizing folks.”

“… I’m sorry, you what.”

“Dickmatizing! Ya know. Like hypnotizing but with—“

“I got it!” You groaned, pressing your face into your hand. When did it get so damn hot in here? You snatched up your wine glass and finished off the contents, feeling even hotter.

“Is that all?”

“Unless anything comes to your mind, then yep.” Gojo finished, ignoring yet another course. You were almost tempted. The dish was some kind of meat, but the sauce drenched over it smelt sharply of something bitter and sour at the same time. You stomach recoiled at the thought and yet rumbled in protest to its growing hunger.

“So what do you think?”

“You’re disgusting?” you said flatly.

“I meant about the deal.”

You glowered openly at him. It was going to take a lot of practice to turn that deprecating expression you felt naturally pull unto your face at his sight into something loving and tender… but for first-grade ranking? For lessons on your Limitless? Fuck. Fuck you’d do it.

You poured the remainder of the bottle into your glass and polished it off in one shot.

“I accept.”

Gojo clapped his hands together, “Excellent! Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

“Huh?” You barely managed to get the questioning sound out before Gojo was up and out of his chair. You scrambled up, head rushing with the wine and the weirdness of this entire conversation. By the time you managed to catch up with him, he snaked out his arm and wrapped it around your waist, pulling you flush and warm against his side.

You about threw him across the room, but your attempts at a grapple were thwarted by the sudden thrumming of the familiar Neutral Limitless ability, stalling your moments to such a small speed you felt suddenly frozen.

The impulse to toss him passed and instead you let him escort you outside where the car was still waiting.

“Take us to the place, ya know the one.” Gojo said to the driver and in a surprising show of gallantry, actually held the door open for you to get in first.

“And open the back window. If she throws up, I’d rather it be on the pavement.”

You elbowed him in the chest— accidentally of course.

***

The car drive was a bit longer, taking you away from the glitz and glamor of this side of Tokyo and to what looked arguably as one of the most hole-in-the-wall noodle joints you had ever seen. The street kitchen was small, the counter open outside with a few bar stools. The smells of teriyaki and spices and cooking oils were heavy in the air and made your mouth water.

Gojo perched on one of the stools and you came to sit alongside him, watching as he ripped open a set of chopsticks and rubbed the splinters off.

He ordered quickly—yakisoba and yakitori. Along with several packages of mochi they kept behind the counter in the same kinda plastic bags you’d find at a convenience store.

Gojo had been right— you should have slowed down. The world had a light haze to it… a slight tilting. His hand on your back felt massive and overly warm as he guided you back to sitting straight.

“Eat, ya lush.” He ordered, piling noodles and chicken unto a smaller empty plate for you from his own, “C’mon.”

Gojo popped one of the mochi bags and dumped the sticky sweet confection right on top of your yakisoba. You grimaced, picking the sweet off and trying to wipe some of the sauce from it before you took a generous bite.

The food was greasy and delicious and abundant and cheap and your mouth was in heaven. Even having not used your Limitless since yesterday, every taste still felt heightened. Maybe it was the way your cursed powers tried to compensate from the wine, but everything somehow was more delicious.

You attempted to snag another piece of yakitori from Gojo’s plate, only to have your chopsticks blocked with a clack.

“Ah ah ah— hands off.”

“What’s yours is mine, right?” You chided, only to be dodged again in a movement faster than your eyes could perceive. Did he just use his Limitless to counter you? Feeling emboldened, you activated your own, the faint pulse of the energy so close together giving you the sort of deflecting feeling one experiences when holding two sides of the same magnet near together.

Repelling, shifting. Trying to shove the energy into a way that the two forces would collide rather than deflect.

You were concentrating fully. The minuscule movements invisible to even your eyes, but the feeling was there. A sort of blindsight where you didn’t need the Six Eyes to tell you what was happening— but it would have definitely helped. You flicked a glance up and lost your control, your chopsticks shooting away and nearly cracking one in two.

Gojo chuckled. It was the expression on his face that had distracted you. His eyelids were half dropped, his smile soft as he readied himself to deflect you again. Your energy was no match for his… but it matched. It was made of the same stuff. Controlled the same way. He could see, with the sharp clarity of his Six Eyes, every tiny precise movement you made with your cursed energy. A mirror of his own abilities in miniature.

He was playing with you. And all the sudden you felt as if a small knot in your chest had shaken free, the coil coming undone.

Was there anyone else on this Earth you could do such a thing with?

Feeling strange and suddenly shy, you drew your energy back in and refocused on eating from your own plate, grumbling at your loss.

A second later, Gojo’s chopsticks moved over your plate, dropping another helping of noodles in.

A small concession. A victory in it's own right, even if it had not won the yakitori.

“Sober up, will ya? But don’t eat too fast. I’m not cleaning up vomit, no way, no how.”

“You’re always so vulgar.” you murmured, speaking around a mouthful of noodles and mochi. Gojo turned and stuck his tongue out at you. A confirmation or a reprisal, you couldn’t be sure.

But regardless, it did something to you he had never managed to do before.

It made you laugh.

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