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dax-enfinity · 4 months

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the world really needs more edits, amvs, fanart, fanfiction, whatever, anything, just more content for satoshoko/sugushoko/sashisu i am begging

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tiressian · 7 months

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I don’t have any fic ideas right now, but November 7 (Shoko’s bday) and December 7 (Gojo’s bday) are coming up, could be fun 👀

There is also November 22, which is the halfway date between their birthdays and incidentally that is also Good Couple Day in Japan 👀

Anyway open invite to any fellow writers/artists to join in 🙂✌️if I can scrounge some brainrot see you there haha!

#satoshoko #satosho #gosho #gojo x shoko #satoru x shoko

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highladydeath · 6 months

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I was listening to Cardigan, by Taylor, and this happened.

So yeah, I guess satosho fandom is stuck with me.

Warning: Spoilers from manga; I think it's fluff with a little bit of angst?

" And I knew you'd come back to me "

The only source of light was a lamp, an old one, sitting in the small table in her bedroom. Not any bedroom, not the bedroom from her house, but her old dorm on that school. The dorm that she left as soon as she could, that she didn't even look behind, that she never missed.

Sitting there, on her bed, she looks at the window, close to her bed, remembering how she made two tall boys help her change all furniture placements, how she explained to them that making her bed next to the window was the only answer to her smoking inside the dorms without someone noticing, and how weeks later Yaga still discovered about it. Sitting there, she remembers everything, her mind working like an old movie, an old camera.

She has been living there since Shibuya, and everyday she wakes up, looks at the ceiling and realises that she is alone, without her boys, without her sensei, only living. Surviving.

But she is alive again.

" What are you thinking about? " Gojo asks, standing on her doorway, looking at her with his big blue eyes. Blue like the ocean, like the brightest sky, looking alive and so much hers.

She doesn't need to worry, even if she does, because he would come back to her every time. It was a promise, their promise.

" About how did you get so . . . " she asks, gesturing to all his body, with more muscles that she remembers, and she remembers all. " when you were sealed."

He laughs, his head falling behind, his throat exposed and very much alive. She is noticing every second that he is alive. It's not a illusion. His laugh is full and loud, and it doesn't look like he had just seen his best friend's body being used by a curse, like he just had agreed to fight sukuna in some weeks, like he was in a damn cube. He just looks like the boy she loves so much.

The man she loves.

He walks to her, making her lay down on the mattress, his body on hers, and he isn't laughing anymore, but he is smiling and Shoko feels so full. Full of love, full of hope, full of life. And when he kisses her, she is not a sorcerer, they aren't preparing for a fight, they weren't separated for months.

When he kisses her, they both are just a couple, in love, and missing each other so much that they can't let their hands out of each other. When she kisses him she is just an ordinary woman loving her childhood love.

Because, that's him. Her childhood friend, love, person. The one she thought would leave her but was always there. The one she loved so much rhY she had to let go. She loves him, and while he is kissing her body she is praying, whispering, for their love, for their lives. She is telling him how much she loves him, how much she needs him.

It's between whispers, sighs and prays that she asks him to never leave, and he promises, even if both of them know he will soon leave. But it's okay. He always comes back. Shoko is so sure of that. He will always come back to her.

And she will always wait for him.

#shoko ieiri #jjk #ieiri shoko #jujutsu kaisen #satoshoko #gojo satoru #jjk spoilers #satosho #gosho #in my defense i have none #cardigan now is their song #i dont make the rules

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lostin7hsky · 6 months

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Deleted Scene Zero the enforcer Detectiv conan

Hiii so theres this deleted Scene of Zero the enforcer and i cant find them anywhere? If some of you know where to watch this Scene can you send me the Link please ?

I m talking about this Scene :

Thank you!

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sentimental-idiot25 · 10 months

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{Thank you to @ipostmysimpingstuffanonymouslyfor helping me with the ending <333} {Another Entry for Satoshoko Weekend} "I still don't know what to say to them!" Gojo protested as Shoko grabbed him by the sleeve, trying to coax him out of her apartment room.

"You've met them!" Shoko exclaimed, attempting to tug him towards the sea of people waiting outside. "Three times!"

Gojo stood there, seemingly unaffected by Shoko's full force. "I know, but what if I mess up?" he voiced his concerns, his eyes reflecting a touch of vulnerability.

Shoko let go of his arm, her frustration shifting into amusement. "Are you telling me you're scared of a little human interaction, c'mon now, Satoru," she said, placing her hands on her hips and tilting her head in his direction.

"Don't—" Gojo mockingly mimicked Shoko's movements, placing his hands on his hips as well. "—me! What if I say the wrong thing, and they all start talking shit about me to you? What if they tell you to break up with me?"

Shoko chuckled, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of his hair behind his ear. "Yes, because I would leave you based on what they said," she reassured him, her voice softening. She lightly tapped his head before continuing, "Don't be ridiculous. Plus, you owe me for being late."

"Don't be mad at me! Yell at Ichiji. He was driving at the speed limit after I took care of a couple of curses," Gojo retorted, trying to shift the blame away from himself.

"Poor thing—having to deal with you all the time," Shoko remarked, placing her hand on her forehead in mock exasperation. "I would never be able to handle your bull—"

"I think you love handling me," Gojo interrupted, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he closed the distance between them, his hands finding their place on her hips. "You know, since everyone is upstairs on the rooftop, we could just stay—"

"Oh no no no," Shoko laughed, wiggling her way out of Satoru's hold. "We have to go up there." She turned around and headed for the door. "Plus, I think my roommate might go home with her boyfriend, or you can take us back to your place."

"Didn't know you wanted me that bad," Satoru quipped, his smile widening as if he had won the argument. Shoko's face dropped, feigning annoyance.

"Hey, I want you that bad, I'll admit it," she finally admitted, unable to contain her laughter as they left her room.

"Yeah, I was always just the second or third tallest in my class," Gojo said, curving his lip downwards, a hint of self-consciousness in his voice.

As they made their way out of the apartment, the distant sound of laughter and chatter grew louder, signaling the lively atmosphere awaiting them on the rooftop. Shoko and Gojo climbed the stairs together, their steps in sync.

As they approached the group, Gojo's mind raced, searching for the perfect words to say, the right jokes to tell, and the appropriate topics to discuss. He wanted to make a good impression, to fit in seamlessly with Shoko's circle of friends.

Shoko had wandered over to the bar area for some time and when she returned she walked in on an unexpected but rehearsed ongoing joke Gojo had...for the past 5 years.

"No way you're shorter than 6’1 dude!” Shoko's roommate's boyfriend exclaimed in disbelief.

"No, trust me, I'm 5'10"," Gojo reaffirmed, his expression conveying a mix of resignation and humor.

"Babe, aren't you like 6'1"?" Shoko's roommate asked her boyfriend, lightly tapping his arm, seeking confirmation.

"Yeah, of course—" he began to respond but was interrupted by Shoko.

"But how come Gojo is taller than you?" she interjected, curiosity evident in her voice as she glanced briefly at Gojo and gave a silent knowing look

The crowd of people surrounding them exchanged glances, their interest piqued by the unexpected conversation.

"I think he's lying!" someone chimed in, voicing the skepticism that had started to arise.

"Why would they both lie?" another person wondered aloud, their confusion mirroring the sentiment of the crowd.

Gojo shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Hey, I can't help it if genetics decided to have some fun with me. Height isn't everything, you know."

“Does someone have a ruler?” The roommate’s boyfriend called out.

“Hey! Remember this is an all-girls apartment…we don’t keep rulers at our bedsides...” Shoko joked as the crowd laughed.

“But believe me, his parents are both short— I was in shock when I saw how tall he was compared to them.” She said adding to the joke.

“Pfft whatever,” the boyfriend said as he was he took a gulp of his drink.

The group dispersed gradually as the conversation moved on. Shoko made her way to Gojo sometime into the party and stood shoulder to shoulder with Gojo.

“I can’t believe you remembered that joke,” Gojo whispered amused.

“It hasn’t been that long…” She said playfully rolling her eyes.

“Still— love how you still play into it.”

They both took a sip of their respective drink both alcoholic and for Gojo—Coke.

“Sooo, if you’re 5’10 what does that make me?”

“Short as hell.” He said without hesitation.

She playfully nudged him.

“But I think it’s cute.” He mockingly ducked down to kiss her, “Damn the weather down here is a lot hotter…or maybe it’s you who knows.” He shrugged with a grin as he stood up straight again.

Shoko chuckled and gently pushed him away. "Oh, so now you're using your height advantage for cheesy pick-up lines? Smooth, Gojo, real smooth." She rolled her eyes with a smirk.

Gojo grinned mischievously. "Hey, can't blame me for trying. Gotta use all the tools in my arsenal, you know?"

Shoko took another sip of her drink, shaking her head in mock disapproval. "I suppose I can let it slide this time. But don't get too comfortable, mister. You'll have to come up with something better than that if you want to impress me."

Gojo chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Challenge accepted…Just you wait and see. I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve." He winked.

#sentimental idiot25 #satoshoko #shoko x gojo #satoshoko weekened #gosho #satosho

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zaimpod · 1 year

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『　京都　ぶらぶら　ラブ　／　今回はここまで　』　＠ kyoto 帰る日の朝は御所を散歩しました。京都に来たときには、このパターンが多いです。京都日記にお付き合いいただき、ありがとうございました(^^ On the morning of my return, I took a walk in the Kyoto Imperial Palace. When I come to Kyoto, this pattern is common. Thank you for coming to Kyoto record (^^

#kyoto #gosho #あさんぽ #最終日

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dongjunma · 7 months

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Hands

Notes: it's the third piece I'm writing and posting, and it's the first one I am talking hehhe I guess I'm not over everything, and gosh, I have to write because all I'm thinking is them. Sorry because English is not my first language so any mistakes you can blame on me and warn me, please? And oh, a warning, I guess this one it's not comfort, only angst.

What she never told them is that her hands are bloodier than their hands will ever be.

They would never believe her, of course. Probably they would laugh, stare at her and ask how. " How could your hand be bloodier if you don't fight?" And then she would only laugh and agree with them. How?

And then her memories would do her a favor. She would remember every time her hands touched the flesh of the dead, how she cut them, how she had breathed the curses, how she had tasted, touched, smelled and felt the curses. They would never understand. How could they?

And the same way she never told them about her hands, she never told Satoru about her anger.

Her hands were bloodier, yes, she feels the red drip every day between her fingers, show slick, how disgusting it is, but it was her choice, or at least is what she tells herself. It was her choice, so why, after all this time she couldn't touch her friend's dead body?

She had prepared herself, she had breathed, she had imagined, she had known that one day Satoru would kill Suguru, it was inevitable, it would happen, and then she would mourn him, then her hands would have his blood too, and she would touch him the last. They would be the last, as it should. It would be Suguru, Satoru and Shoko.

But it didn't happen that way.

It was only Satoru and Suguru.

It was only her and her hands.

Satoru never understood. Shoko never said anything.

They didn't talk for a while. Shoko had refused, and Satoru were so into his new life with his students. They just didn't. Why would they?

And then Satoru needed her hands. It was his kid, in front of her, and she was preparing herself to open him, to give Satoru all the details, and then. . . He wasn't dead anymore.

She was tired. She was happy. She didn't know. Life was hard, and she never saw life on her work. Well, not anymore. Not in a long time.

And then Satoru started to talk to her again, and in a few days her hands, her bloodied hands were used for other things. Her hands were touching him, making him gasp, say her name, making him cry for her, and she started to love her hands.

They could have blood, but they had love too. And she loves, she gives Satoru all her love, all her anger, all her blood.

And then he leaves. And it's only her and her hands again.

She decides, on that time, to not let her hands be bad, so while pretending, while crying, she touches herself, she gives her hand the task to do exactly what Satoru hands did. It wasn't the same, but it was better than nothing.

He comes back.

Satoru was there again, and the first thing he does is to reach at her. And how happy was she, touching him, kissing him, and adoring him. They passed a whole day alone, secured, touching each other, not only her hands, but his too, their hands. Never not touching.

And he promised he would come back, he promised that he would never leave again, and " It's okay, shoko, if something happens, you can use your beautiful hands. You will bring me back."

So how, someone needs to tell her, how her hands are not working? Why her hands have so much blood on them, blood that wasn't supposed to be there, Satoru's blood, between her fingers, on her, all of her, blood everywhere, and why her hands are not working?

Someone tries to take her out of him, but Shoko only screams, shouts, she doesn't know of she says something coherent, but she uses her voice while trying to use her hand, because she promised. She promised that she would bring him back, and why? Why can't she do it? Why?

Why was the only thing left was her and her bloodier hands?

#shoko ieiri #ieiri shoko #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #satoshoko #satosho #gosho #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x ieiri shoko

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ealabo · 5 months

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京都御所・承明門 / Kyoto Imperial Palace・Jomeimon

#Gosho #Kyoto #Japan #gate #京都 #山城 #禁裏 #秋 #the imaginative landscape #E.A.LABo #Sit north and face south #坐北朝南 #天子南面

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buddhiststudy-nmrk · 1 year

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“Iron, when heated in the flames and pounded, becomes a fine sword. Worthies and sages are tested by abuse. My present exile is not because of any secular crime. It is solely so that I may expiate in this lifetime my past grave offenses and be freed in the next from the three evil paths.”

(“Letter from Sado,” The Writings of Nichiren Daishonin, vol. 1, p. 303)

#gosho #exile

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yes-asil · 5 months

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Nothing more terrifying than a small kid staring right through your soul

#detective conan #conan edogawa #asil and art #what does Gosho mean it's been 6 moNTHS IN UNIVERSE #ARE YOU KIDDING ME #anyway I'm about to watch movie 4 as soon as I finished the au pages I sketched #I want to get to Haibara so bad 'slamming head on desk'

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kaitokitty19 · 2 months

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Working over time - 3/4組

I like the idea of them working together after graduating from college

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dax-enfinity · 3 months

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sashisu defection au… i’m not the only one right??

right..??

instead of just Suguru the three of them defect TOGETHER !!!

(there’s only 1 fic w/ this premise and it’s much more loose w/ satoru & suguru defecting then shoko tagging along w/ them years later once she’s come back to jujutsu society pre-nanami coming back as a sorcerer)

like seriously nothing????

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tiressian · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Ieiri Shoko Characters: Gojo Satoru, Ieiri Shoko Additional Tags: Height Differences, Fluff and Humor, Established Relationship, Ficlet, a day in the life Series: Part 47 of SatoShoko Mixtape Summary:

Shoko never texted Gojo during work hours and never with her personal number unless it was urgent. Naturally, when he got the single line of text reading SOS, he hauled ass.

#satoshoko #myfic #gosho #gojoshoko #just shoko being a goblin enjoy!

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highladydeath · 7 months

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Work Song

I was not going to write this, but hell, I just saw a a video of the lyrics and with everything that happens well... Guess it was stronger than me. It always is.

A reminder that English is not my first language.

"heavens and hell were words to me. When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold hard earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her."

Spoilers of manga ahead.

No one could listen to anything. It was a dead silence to him, at least.

His body was hurting and his head not working right, but the only thing he was noticing was how something was missing. Something wasn't there, and it should have been. Something was wrong.

He has to go back to her.

At first no one noticed. The kids, happy that they survived, grieved the dead, cried for them, laughed and then resumed their lives. Some of them visited Shoko at the morgue, others went out of school completely. But the only important thing was how they were alive.

Shoko, Utahime and Ijich were the only adults alive. Shoko was the only one left behind. Ijichi tried. He would come everyday, ask her to drink, and the doctor would only smile and say she had so much work to do.

Utahime would show up unannounced and bring her to do something, and at first Shoko would do, for some minutes before taking her things and going back to her house.

Her house. Gojo's house.

No one speaks about how his body just wasn't there to be cremated, no one told a thing about how Shoko was living in his apartment. No one knew what to say.

The kids sometime tried. Megumi would show up, awkward and young, looking at Shoko's face and ask if she was okay.

She was always okay.

Yuji would bring some food, smile and ask if she needs help with anything.

She was always okay.

Nobara would sit by her side, saying nothing, eye patch like a pirate, she once said.

Shoko was okay, she said too.

They noticed something wrong when Shoko disappeared. No one could talk to her, no one could call her and that was a motive to everyone to freak out. She was the healer. She was the only thing . . .

She was the only person left behind, and they needed her.

Yuuta had found her. She was crying, holding her own leg, bucket right beside her. The young man, because he was not a kid, not anymore, held her, long arms around her body, finally noticing how her belly was bigger, how her hands were shaking, and how maybe, just maybe, shoko was not okay.

Shoko was pregnant.

Satoru's kid.

But something more. Something more had happened.

They all agreed, while Ieiri was sleeping, that her cursed energy was high, and how skinny she was, and they all agreed they should look out for her. it would be something Gojo would've asked. They were sure.

"He would never ask that", Utahime said, looking at her sleeping friend. " He would never ask because would never believe that he would leave her."

" He would come back to her." Ijichi whispers, and the kids agreed.

But he wasn't there.

Shoko agreed, she needed help, but no one should ever be at her house. Their house. Never.

And more signs showed up.

They couldn't touch her. Just like Satoru's mugen, it was formed a wall around Shoko. She was being protect by the kid, they said, she was properly carrying the next Six Eye. The only Gojo Heir.

She started to talk alone. No one really cared about that, but at anytime, if you looked at her, right there she would be, whispering things, telling the walls about something. They didn't understand, but they never asked to stop.

She was laughing. As her belly got bigger and bigger, more laughs came from her, she was happier, even if her face still looked like a skull's one. She was beautiful. A morbid kind of beautiful.

And once, between the silence and dark, Yuuji looked at his friends and told them how much of a death's bride she looked like.

And hell happened then.

July 15th. Obon. Where they all looked at the dead ones..

Shoko was screaming, on labor , and no one could at least touch her, or get close to her, because right beside her, holding her hands, it was him.

Satoru Gojo.

And if Satoru Gojo once was the strongest sorcerer, what should they expect of the curse?

But he was there and everything started to make sense. Because who was protecting her was not the baby, never the baby and always him. Always Satoru.

White hair, blue eyes, and so much love for her, Satoru was there, holding his lover, whispering things that no one could ever understand but her.

On July 15th the last Gojo was born.

On July 15th, everyone, at Shoko and Satoru's apartment saw how the curse lifted the doctor's dead body with so much love and never looked at the baby, who was just crying.

On July 15th they found the body of Satoru in his apartment, they were left with a baby and never heard of Shoko and Satoru again.

And they were sure, they would never see them again, because in the end, Satoru only had come back to her.

And the only proof of their love was the kid, white hair, blue eyes and the same mole his mother once had.

#shoko ieiri #ieiri shoko #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoshoko #jjk spoilers #gojo satoru #i dont think its good but its here #i needed to write this.#maybe i will try to do somthing better after #satosho #gosho

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kugisakiss · 7 months

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shinichi winning arguments with the gosho boys

#dcmk #detective conan #kudo shinichi #gosho boys #yeah i'll make sera one of the gosho boys it's my blog i get to do what i want #tfw no gf #<-shinichi would reply with this every time the others say something stupid in the gc #my art

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faith-gigliorosa · 2 months

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Detective Conan: The Million Dollar Pentagram Airdate: April 12, 2024

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