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innaillus · 7 months

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I'd be surprised if this was truly "it". And even though things are looking dire for the "good guys", I'm not sure the villains will win. If there can even be a winner here at all.

...however, as someone who is usually into the villains/underdogs, and has experienced secondhand defeat and humiliation time and time again - please let me enjoy this moment.

I'd prefer if JJK had a happy ending with the power of friendship, but ch236 made me fall for my all time favourite once more. Is there anything more I could ask for?

...and then ch237 happened which was the last nail in my coffin.

I started with the zoomed out piece. Despite having painted composition sketches, I only realised it halfway that it's difficult to understand what is going on, so I made a closeup from scratch. I shouldn't have forced it, it didn't turn out the way I wanted. Then the next chapter leaks made it look irrelevant...

Now I'm burnt out and have an art block. Please bear with me while the situation gets unfucked somehow.

:')

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna #gojo satoru #jjk ch 236

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sugurugayto · 7 months

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gojo imagining suguru being there and supporting him during his fight with sukuna..... oh i feel ill

#GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU #jjk spoilers #jjk ch 236 #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu

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pengujoon · 7 months

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WEIGHT OF AN ABSENCE

cont. gojo x reader, angst, no comfort. husband!au, intentional lowercase.

a/n. i can’t handle ch 236. my brain came up with the worst possible outcome from this and here is the result. expect the worst.

in a quiet town, where the sun painted the sky in hues of gold and azure, you went about your day like any other. the world moved on, but your heart remained burdened by the weight of an absence that could never be filled.

as you strolled through the market, you found yourself at a florist's stall. your fingers grazed over vibrant blooms, carefully selecting a bouquet of white lilies and blue hydrangeas. the florist glanced at you, her keen eyes catching the glimmer of a ring on the your finger.

"oh, is this for your husband?" the florist asked, her voice soft with curiosity.

a faint smile played on your lips, but it didn't reach your eyes. "yes," you replied quietly, a hint of sadness lingering in your gaze.

you continued your shopping, picking up a pack of sweets that you knew he loved. the sun kissed your shoulders as you walked, your steps graceful in a beautiful blue sundress that seemed to echo the colour of the ocean.

with your purchases in hand, you called for a taxi, and it whisked you away to a tranquil graveyard nestled by the mountains, overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean.

as you stood before a simple gravestone, you whispered his name, "satoru."

setting the flowers and sweets down carefully, you knelt beside the grave, your fingertips tracing the letters carved into the stone, still fresh and vivid. the world seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in memories of laughter and shared moments.

but then, as if a dam had burst within you, tears began to fall. you broke down, your sobs a symphony of grief and longing.

you couldn't forget that fateful day, the memories of rushing to him, cradling his lifeless form, and weeping uncontrollably. it was as if time had blurred into a nightmare, leaving you with fragmented images and a heart heavy with sorrow.

the details of what had transpired remained shrouded in mystery, but the painful truth remained — you held your husband's lifeless body in your arms, while the world around you spiralled into disarray.

"he left too suddenly," you whispered between sobs, as if trying to convey your heartache to the one who could no longer hear you. the pain was still raw, the void he left behind an ache that wouldn't subside.

in that solitary moment, with the sound of the ocean waves in the distance, you poured your heart out to the gravestone, missing him more than words could ever express. the world moved on around you, but your love for him remained as constant as the tides, forever washing against the shores of your soul.

sorry... i feel really bad now so im writing a comfort fic brb.

here's the comfort fic as promised.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo angst #gojo satoru angst #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk fics #jjk ch 236 #penguwrites #jjk imagines #husband!au

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psychewritesbs · 7 months

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Chapter 236: Go South—JJK is generational

Gosh. Can we pleeeease just like... have a moment of silence for the one and only...THE Man, Gojo Satoru.

Ok, time's up.

Moving on.

Word vomit under the cut.

The process of reading this chapter was a very interesting one this week because the fandom got really noisy as soon as the leaks dropped.

Between allegations of bad writing and the utter sense of grief Gojo fans were expressing, it was quite the 💩 storm.

And then the actual scanlations started dropping, and little by little they replaced most of the noise with the utter sense of calm and peace and satisfaction that Gojo felt in his last moments in this plane of existence.

I gotta say that I just absolutely loved how Gege depicted those emotions (outside of Gojo's "dream") through shots of the devastated Shinjuku district.

The remnants of the battle of The Strongest, as if the landscape and the buildings themselves represented the end of an era, the devastation of the structure of Jujutsu society itself.

After all, as The Strongest sorcerer in the modern era, Gojo represented the very system he was trying to destroy.

Gege loves his irony.

Now, I would normally say that the words in the speech bubbles are superfluous because Gege creates such a beautiful atmosphere through the setting alone. But it is the words themselves that re-contextualize not just the battle, but also shed more light on Sukuna's interest in Megumi, which I feel we haven't seen the extent of what he had in mind.

Now I'm hoping this isn't a dream

Listen, I must admit I've never cared for Gojo.

I don't hate him, I don't love him, I simply never really cared for him.

That, of course, changed with this chapter.

And it is perhaps Gojo's death that really solidified in my mind the idea that one of the underlying themes in jjk is... dun dun dun... DEATH.

Yeah, I know. Sue me, I'm late to the party lmao.

But it's not just death itself that is a theme, but rather the face we put on when death comes knocking at the door.

There aren't many things that we can be certain of in this life, but death is one of them. So how we confront death and our mortality shapes the sense of self.

I know a lot of people were dissatisfied with the transition from 235 to 236 and Gege not showing how/when Gojo got slashed in half, but I find the abrupt transition makes sense, and I even dare say was... quite poetic.

For one, now knowing that Gojo knew Sukuna was holding back, a lot of incidents throughout the battle are given new meaning. Like that look of confidence on Gojo's face as he "thinks" he's finally managed to "get through" to Sukuna.

So I have to say that I loved that Gege starts the chapter with Gojo becoming aware that he has died or is dying.

In other words, Sukuna's attack was so sudden that Gojo's next moment of awareness as "Gojo Satoru" is in what we would normally think of as "the light at the end of the tunnel" where he is greeted by people who were of significance to him in his youth.

And can we please just talk about how Geto is the first person he sees when he becomes aware that he is dying?

Please. This is fucking poetry!

Insert keyboard smash.

Screaming in jjk.

Go South

I literally lack the words to explain why I love this whole chapter so much. Which is a lot to say because I am about to word vomit about it. But like...

Again, hindsight is 20/20.

I always thought of the panel above as Geto being jealous of Gojo surpassing him in strength but, in retrospect, I think Geto's disappointment had more to do with Gojo's sense of self over-identifying with the title "the strongest" and how that made him harder to relate to, which is one of the main themes in this chapter. I'll come back to this in a sec.

But first...

Quick depth psych segway. I think I've said this before, but it bears repeating again that an overwhelming sense of self is all ego. There's nothing wrong with ego per se.

The problem is that an over-identification with ego means inherent separateness because, as an organ of the psyche, the ego sense of self is what gives us a separate identity from the collective.

On the other hand, soul/heart (another organ in the psyche) is the principle of relatedness--love, the single energy that can bring us all together as a collective.

But as we already know, the stronger the sorcerer, the more overwhelming the sense of self.

Unfortunately, because an overwhelming sense of self = separateness, this also means the person in question can't relate to others.

And is this not thematically perfect for a sorcerer whose perfected cursed technique was meant to render others unable to "reach him"?

In other words, Gojo saw himself as separate (because he was "The Strongest") and that made it harder for him to relate to others, but only because he self-identified as "The Strongest".

Infinity ∞, in this sense, is also about the self-fulfilling prophecy Gojo was stuck playing out in his life in regards to seeing himself as "The Strongest".

But like a serpent eating its own tail, Gojo came back full circle, and in the moments before his death, learned that what really mattered to him was not strength for the sake of strength, but rather the connections he had fostered with others.

PLEASE. GEGE. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK?!!!!!!!!!!!

To bring it back to "Satoru became 'The Strongest'"...

I just loved so much that seeing Geto as soon as he becomes aware he's died felt like an encounter that meant Gojo had returned to the person he was before he self-identified as "The Strongest".

But more importantly, Gojo's imagination of himself as back when he was young also speaks both to how much he cherished that period of his life, and to how he was emotionally frozen in time due to his encounter with Toji.

It makes me wonder whether Gojo was afraid of dying alone when Toji almost killed him. So it's almost like what he took away from that battle was that he was always alone, and so he sought to push others away.

The kicker is that he simultaneously feared his existential isolation and yet craved the very source of his fear--human relations.

But in choosing self-preservation, he was a selfish to the very end.

What an idiot (tragically affectionate).

Anyways. How much of this is hc? Someone tell me please 😂. I feel like I went off the deep end in the last few paragraphs.

Like everyone else in this fandom I've lost all objectivity when it comes to Gojo because his departure from the story was truly one of the most heartbreaking moments in jjk.

I understand people's complaints about the "execution," but I think the world-wide phenomena that Gojo's death has spurred speaks to Gege's ability to elicit deeply archetypal emotional responses as a story teller.

With Gojo's death, a part of our own psyche too has died. And what's most significant about this death is that it was, true to Gojo's character, "something that needed to die because it represented the very thing it sought to destroy."

And this would be why I love Gege's writing.

A fitting way for Gojo to go out

I know not everyone agrees, but I really appreciated that he was satisfied and at peace in the very end.

He got his cake (battle to death with Sukuna) and got to eat it too (reconnected with his loved ones).

Sukuna

But we can't talk about Gojo without talking about Sukuna as the one who liberated Gojo from the burden of his existential isolation.

Sukuna gave Gojo a fun battle, but if it weren't because Sukuna figured out how to cut through Gojo's metaphorical defenses by learning to cut through space-time itself--the very fabric of reality, Gojo might not have found his humanity once again.

The outcome of this battle spells out in no uncertain terms how dire the situation is as Sukuna has proven himself to be the uncontested "Strongest".

But in a sense, the end is a new beginning, and this time, there is no light at the end of the tunnel.

JJK is generational

I get the feeling that everyone will remember where they were when this panel dropped.

I was in bed. It was 6 am and Tasokare, my miniature panther, was demanding attention.

A moot was on the way to the gym. They never made it out of the house after seeing the panel.

Another moot was completely avoiding Twitter to avoid leaks, but her brother, who does not even read jjk, saw the panel on Facebook and showed it to her.

Yet another moot was on vacation at the beach.

JJK is generational like that and there's just so much more I can say about this chapter and its implications (like the idea that Sukuna can now cut through space-time, why?! what does he want to get out of this ability?), but I just don't even know what more I can say right now.

Anyways, thanks for reading. I'm looking forward to any thoughts you might have. Just a heads up, I'm very, very slow at replying.

#jjk ch 236 #god I love jujutsu kaisen

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delphi333 · 7 months

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shh guys they're just sleeping

//jjk ch 236 spoilers under cut//

BOOM DOOMED YAOI

#DOOMED YAOI #so very doomed #fuck you gege akutami #fuck you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #fuck me for making this actually goddammit #jjk ch 236 #jjk spoilers #my art #artists on tumblr #geto suguru #gojo satoru #nudity #they are naked simply bc i didn't feel like drawing clothes #AUGH!

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kenm4vhs · 7 months

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real footage of suguru nanami haibara yaga and gojo reuniting 🫶🏻

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #jjk satoru #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #jjk ch 236 #jjk chapter 236 #i’m still not emotional recovered from that chapter #gege when i catch you gege

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lolitafushiguro · 7 months

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"LONG TIME NO SEE, BEST FRIEND." PLS I CANT TAKE THIS.

god i love him so much

GETO BABY 😭😭😭😭

nanami :( i feel you so much. i want to leave so bad.

their smiles 🥹

pls toji in the back 😭

he's… really dead :') i dont think i can function well for a week. i am IN CRISIS 😔

fuck you sukuna

#lolita talks #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk ch 236 #tw: character death #gojo satoru #geto suguru #masamichi yaga #ryomen sukuna #toji fushiguro #nanami kento #yuu haibara #riko amanai

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nomercyanywhere · 7 months

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SPOILER !!! ─ ☆

gojo in (me) tojis fit >>>

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#jjk #jjk spoilers #jjk smut #jjk ch 236 #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #im lookin right at the other half of me 😍#gojo thirst #jujutsu kaisen

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who-can-touch-my-boob · 3 months

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My roman empire is Usher spoiling the jjk manga for the whole world.

Guys I am laughing and crying like a maniac, my TikTok fyp is basically only usher in his Gojo cosplay at this point.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo #usher Gojo #Gojo usher #usher daddys home #Gojo daddy’s home #jjk manga #jujutsu kaisen manga #jujutsu kaisen manga spoiler #jjk ch 236 #Satoru #gojo supremacy

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innaillus · 7 months

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I think I need help

I'm not normal about this guy. I lost my sense of reality and morality.

Everyone is going crazy in the JJK fandom, turmoil and hopelessness, both anime-onlys and manga readers mourning and dreading what comes next...

...meanwhile I'm sitting here, completely unaffected by everything, having the time of my life, hyperfocused on two moments.

Not that I'm surprised but... I didn't want to be right in this case. I just hope we won't get a sad lore drop on his tragic origins.

#sukuna #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk ch 236 #jjk ch 237

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sugurugayto · 7 months

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what's more romantic and than sharing your death anniversary with your lover (and also dying in japan's most romantic day)

#jjk spoilers #jjk ch 236 #jjk ch 236 spoilers #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu #i hate this gege you will pay for this 😭#jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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pengujoon · 7 months

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WRECKAGE OF A ONCE-MIGHTY MAN

cont. gojo x reader, angst. satoru’s tired of being the strongest. (he did not do anything irrational.) established relationship!au, gojo is alive, specific timeline unclear but it’s after the meguna incident, intentional lowercase.

a/n. you cannot tell me that gojo is not tired. he’s gone through so much, too much.

you quietly left the living room and made your way to the balcony, your footsteps barely making a sound. the moonlight guided your way, casting a soft glow on the night. when you reached the balcony, you found satoru there, his unfocused gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

satoru stood there, bathed in the soft, silvery light of the moon. his hair flowed gently in the night breeze, a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded him. the gentle night breeze tousled his silvery white locks, as if they were strands of moonlight itself.

he leaned against the balcony, his posture relaxed, but his eyes betrayed the turmoil within him. his usually vibrant cerulean eyes, filled with mischief and confidence, were now distant, as if they were peering into the depths of his own soul.

there was an undeniable weariness etched into his features, lines of exhaustion that hadn’t been there before. his lips, usually curled into a cocky grin, were now downturned, a reflection of the thoughts that weighed on his mind.

yet, there was an undeniable allure to his presence. the moonlight painted him in an almost ethereal beauty, emphasising the contrast; he was a man of contradictions, a powerful sorcerer who, in this moment, looked so human, so fragile. it broke your heart seeing him like this.

“satoru,” you whispered softly as you walked towards him. the cool night breeze rustled your hair and his disheveled white locks, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to stand still.

you stood there with him, side by side, the moonlight bathed both of you in its gentle glow. it illuminated the unspoken pain in satoru’s eyes, the guilt that weighed heavily on his heart.

“i’m just so tired of all of this,” he whispered under his breath a few moments later, his voice shaky. “i’ve lost too much, and i don’t know how much more i can take.”

he turned to you, the soft glow of the moonlight revealed the faint traces of exhaustion, etched in the lines around his eyes and the subtle furrow of his brow. he never had a good night's rest, not since shibuya, not since shinjuku.

“i killed suguru,” he whispered, his voice barely above a hushed tone. “my best friend, the person who knew me better than anyone else.” his words trembled with the pain of the memory.

a heavy silence hung in the air as you stood there beside him. satoru continued, his voice filled with remorse. “i had to end him because of what he became. the person i once knew was lost, consumed by darkness, and i had no other choice.”

his shoulders slumped, and he leaned against the balcony railing, as if the weight of his guilt was physically pulling him down. tears welled up in his eyes, glistening in the moonlight.

“i lost the person who knew me best,” he repeated, his voice breaking, tears flowing down his face. “and i can’t even mourn him properly. it’s a pain that’s been eating at me for so long.”

as he cried, he found comfort in your embrace, clinging so tightly as if you were his lifeline in the storm of emotions that had consumed him. his white hair, once a symbol of his indomitable spirit, now hung disheveled and damp with tears.

“and then there's megumi,” he continued, his voice breaking further. “i promised to protect him, but i couldn’t. he’s gone, taken by sukuna. i failed him, just like i failed so many others.”

the pain in his voice was palpable, and he buried his face in your shoulder, his sobs wracking his body. it was a gut-wrenching sight, seeing the man who had always been the strongest, the unbreakable wall, crumble so completely.

tears streamed down his face, each one a testament to the anguish he had been carrying.

“being the strongest, carrying the weight of the world,” he choked out, his voice barely audible through his tears. “it’s exhausting. it’s a never-ending battle, and i can’t save everyone. i can’t ever keep anyone close.”

you gently ran your fingers through his disheveled white hair, providing what comfort you could in this moment of despair. his cries intensified, and it was as if he was pouring out all the pain and anguish he had been holding back.

“everyone looks up to me, relies on me,” he gasped for breath between sobs. “but who can i rely on?”

his cries intensified, clinging onto you as if you were his lifeline. his shoulders shook with the weight of his emotions, gasping for breath between sobs.

the night grew colder and lonelier as satoru’s tears continued to fall, his sobs echoing through the stillness. he held you tightly, as if seeking refuge from the storm of his own emotions, a broken man seeking solace from the abyss of his own despair.

you traced your fingers through his disheveled white hair, your touch gentle and reassuring, though your heart ached with the futility of it all. the moonlight painted a scene of profound sorrow, and as you watched his tears glisten in its soft glow, you couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming weight of his pain.

satoru cried himself into a restless sleep in your lap, his breathing slowly evening out, but the sadness lingered in the lines of his face, etched there like scars. his vulnerability was laid bare, and you were left feeling utterly powerless, unable to mend the shattered pieces of his heart.

the night was unforgiving, and you felt the weight of his pain pressing down on you, threatening to suffocate your own heart.

as he slept, you continued to caress his hair, your touch a feeble attempt to alleviate the agony that had consumed him. the night seemed to stretch on endlessly, as if time itself had stopped to mourn with you.

the moonlight, usually a source of solace, now felt cruel and mocking, casting long shadows that mirrored the depths of your despair. you yearned for the power to rewrite the past, to erase the pain that had brought satoru to this abyss of hopelessness.

in the oppressive silence of the night, you were a silent witness to the wreckage of a once-mighty man who had been reduced to nothing. the weight of his anguish pressed down upon you, a burden too heavy to bear.

if only you could do something, anything, for him.

if only.