pengujoon

[pengujoon]

(MINI?) ANNOUNCEMENT

This is really just an announcement haha I'm not quitting or anything

If you aren't aware, I am a translator for jujutsu kaisen doujins! (my works) if you don't know what doujins are, they're basically fanfics in manga format but char x char ships

I've just recently affiliated myself as a translator with a rather well known artist from China, and you've probably seen their work these days if you've been on the jjk side of social media (twitter, reddit, tiktok, mrm).

The work/doujin in question is called 《悟 - Satoru》, and it's gotten so big that people have been choosing to think that this is a legitimate work from Akutami, which it isn't, by the way.

Yeah, I'm the translator for this doujin, which I did not expect to get this big. It was originally posted to MyReadingManga for a small circle of people to enjoy, but some people reposted it onto TikTok and well... things didn't go so well.

Long story short, I removed the watermarks from their work (purely to make typesetting easier) and it got out where locals found them, and it got so big where the author found out about it, some things happened in between, and I ended up getting the rights to translate their work (aka become the official translator).

Yeah, that's basically it.

If you're still here at the end, thank you for reading!! Please support the artist on twitter if you can!!!

yes this is me trying to promote the author, please go support them, i swear their works are so good!!!! there will be more doujins coming forth (i've already translated them, it's just a matter of when they're going to be released)

#jujutsu kaisen #penguchats #gojo satoru #geto suguru

[pengujoon]

A SILENT WISH

cont. inumaki toge x reader, fluff. inumaki misses reader very very much. living together au, post high school timeline (?), intentional lowercase.

a/n. happy birthday my favourite boy. inumaki's my first fav from jjk even before i got deep into this so he holds a special place in my heart

you had been away overseas for work for what felt like an eternity, and inumaki hadn’t been able to hide his lowkey yearning for your return. it had been two long months, and his birthday was just around the corner. little did he know that gojo was behind a plan to surprise him, with you as the ultimate gift.

as inumaki’s birthday approached, you and gojo plotted in secret, arranging everything meticulously. when the day finally came, you were hidden away in the cozy little apartment you shared with inumaki. the excitement bubbled within you, knowing that your surprise was about to unfold.

the apartment was dimly lit, with a delicious cake resting on the table. inumaki’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as he prepared to blow out the candles. gojo, ever the instigator, leaned in and asked with a mischievous glint in his eye, “inumaki, what did you wish for?”

inumaki sighed, a tinge of sadness in his voice, and he closed his eyes to make a silent wish. but as he blew out the candles, he felt someone’s hands over his eyes, and he thought they were gojo’s hands.

he shook his head dejectedly, not expecting his wish to come true anytime soon.

then, the hands over inumaki’s eyes were suddenly removed, and he blinked in confusion. in front of him stood not only gojo but also panda and maki, all of them grinning as if they were in on a secret. but there was more. inumaki felt hands on his shoulders, and his heart raced. there should only be three people in the room, right? the three people were standing before him, so who…?

gojo and panda smiled knowingly, with a phone in gojo’s hand, and maki smiled too. inumaki’s confusion turned to curiosity.

then, in a soft whisper, you spoke into inumaki’s ear, “boo.”

inumaki whipped his head back so quickly it was a wonder it didn’t spin off. his eyes widened, disbelief and joy washing over his face in equal measure. there you were, standing before him, your smile radiant, and your eyes filled with warmth and love.

inumaki couldn’t contain himself any longer. he pulled you into a tight, almost crushing embrace. the world faded away, and for a moment, there was only the two of you. he carried you and spun you around, laughing like a child, his happiness radiating from him.

as he finally put you down, inumaki held you so tightly it was as if he never wanted to let go. his eyes shone with the light that had returned, and a tear of pure happiness escaped, glistening in the soft light of the room. he couldn’t speak, but he didn’t need to. his actions and the depth of his emotions said it all. you had given him the greatest birthday gift of all, and he was completely smitten, unable to contain his overflowing love for you.

“oh, there, there,” you whispered, gently running your fingers through his hair, savoring the feeling of his warmth and the silky texture of his hair. “i’m back.”

inumaki, with tearful eyes of happiness, looked into your eyes, his smile brighter than ever. his voice quivered as he whispered softly, “konbu konbu,” a phrase you understood as a tearful “welcome back!”

in that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. it was just you and inumaki, wrapped in each other’s arms, a beautiful reunion that neither of you would ever forget.

oh to have someone this excited upon seeing me 😭

#inumaki x reader #toge x reader #inumaki toge x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #inumaki toge fluff #jjk #jjk fics #penguwrites #jjk imagines #living together!au #happy birthday my love

[pengujoon]

boy oh boy my satosugu heart

#penguchats #572

[pengujoon]

FLUSHED WITH FEVER

cont. geto suguru x reader, fluff. suguru is really clingy when he’s sick, he’s so hot he’s burning up, living together!au, intentional lowercase, really wholesome

a/n. suguru brainrot is really hitting strong huh

you woke up to a warm, sunny morning, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. but as you stirred in bed, you felt a familiar presence around you, but something was off.

suguru was nestled close to you, and his skin felt like it was on fire, radiating an intense heat. his cheeks were flushed with fever, and he clung to you as if your touch could cool the burning sensation that consumed him.

“suguru,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his forehead. it was burning up, and he groaned softly in response. his arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, but he seemed almost desperate for relief.

you gently shifted so that you were facing him, cradling his flushed face in your hands. “suguru, you’re burning up,” you murmured, worry filling your voice.

he nuzzled against your hand, seeking comfort. “i know,” he replied, his voice shaky. “i couldn’t sleep, and i needed to be close to you.”

you couldn’t help but feel your heartache for him. “i’m here, suguru. let’s get you cooled down.”

carefully, you disentangled yourself from his grip, leaving the bed to retrieve a damp, cool washcloth. you placed it on his forehead, and he sighed in relief. you could see the agony in his eyes, but he held onto you as if your presence alone could chase away the fever.

you climbed back into bed beside him, and he immediately snuggled against your side, his body seeking the comfort of your touch. you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to bring him some relief from the heat.

“let’s get you some porridge. it’ll help you feel better.”

with a gentle smile, you disentangled yourself from his grip, promising to return. you went to the kitchen to prepare a bowl of his favourite porridge, hoping it would help ease his fever. the scent of the simmering porridge filled the kitchen, comforting and inviting.

after a short while, you returned to his room with the warm bowl of porridge in hand. you found him still curled up under the blankets, looking miserable, but the moment he saw you, his eyes lit up at the sight.

“i’ve made some of your favorite porridge,” you said, holding it out to him. “it’s ready whenever you want.”

suguru’s gratitude shone in his feverish eyes as he accepted the bowl. “you’re the best,” he whispered, his voice full of appreciation.

you sat down on the edge of the bed and helped him sit up. but as you did, he couldn’t resist nuzzling into you, his head resting on your shoulder. he ate a few spoonfuls but seemed more interested in being close to you. his arms wrapped around your waist, and he snuggled against your side.

“thank you,” he mumbled between nuzzles. “you’re always so good to me.”

you smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “of course, suguru. i’ll take care of you until you’re better.”

once he finished, you set the empty bowl aside and turned to face him. his feverish gaze met yours, and in that moment, you knew you needed to offer more than just comfort food.

you moved closer, your hand gently finding its way to the back of suguru’s head, fingers threading through his hair. you felt the heat radiating from him, but you didn’t mind. in this quiet, intimate moment, you leaned in, and your foreheads met. your touch was soft, and your eyes locked with his, offering a silent reassurance that you’d be there for him.

suguru closed his eyes, his hand resting on your cheek, and he whispered, “thank you for taking care of me.”

your heart swelled with affection, and you continued to run your fingers through his hair, giving him the comfort he craved. in this close, loving moment, you knew that your presence was the best medicine for him.

nanami in today's episode... mappa is never beating the gay for nanami allegations

#suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #suguru fluff #suguru geto fluff #jjk #jjk fics #penguwrites #jjk imagines #living together!au #domestic suguru x reader #sick suguru x reader

[pengujoon]

guys im going through a suguru brainrot. suguru will now takeover me.

#penguchats

[pengujoon]

A CRUEL TRICK, A REMINDER OF FATE

cont. gojo x reader, angst, hurt, no comfort, reliving ch236.

a/n. i hate this. i am really sorry. this exact scenario happened to me. 

please note that this is basically just chapter 236. if you haven’t read it, don’t read this. you will be spoiled very badly.

You watched in helpless despair as the world around you trembled. Sukuna’s malevolent laughter echoed through time and space itself, sending shivers down your spine. You watched helplessly as the scene unfolded before your eyes, as though you are an invisible observer, unable to change the course of actions. 

Satoru stood valiantly before the malevolent curse. His eyes, usually filled with confidence and charisma, are now filled with determination and a hint of sadness. Sukuna’s sinister laughter reverberated through the air as he raised his hand, gathering an otherworldly energy that crackled with malice. 

Then it happened.

In an instant, space itself seemed to shatter, and Sukuna’s hands moved like a blade, slicing through the very fabric of reality. Time seemed to slow down as you witnessed the body of the love of your life split into two halves, his once invincible form torn asunder. Blood, like an ethereal river, spilled forth, staining the void around him with nothing but crimson red. 

Satoru's piercing blue eyes, always filled with confidence and wit, held a very brief expression of pain and shock before they dimmed. The agony on his face was unbearable to watch, and the sight of his life force dissipating into the void left you speechless; you wanted to reach out, to scream, to stop this nightmare, but here you were: powerless.

“Satoru!”

The shock and horror of that moment was indescribable - you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you watched him fall to the ground, lifeless and broken; each gruesome detail etching itself into your mind. The pain in your chest was unbearable, and a guttural scream escapes your lips, but no sound came out. 

Suddenly, you snapped awake, your body jolting upright in bed. The room was dark, save for the faint moonlight casting eerie shadows on the walls. Your body was drenched in sweat, as you trembled uncontrollably. Panic clawed at your chest as you looked to your side, expecting to find him there, reassuring and alive. But his side of the bed was empty, an emptiness that stretched into eternity.

Reality crashed down upon you like a tidal wave, and a sob escaped your lips. You clutched the sheets tightly, your fingers trembling as the tears flowed freely. The dream had been a cruel trick, a reminder of a fate you never wanted to imagine.

The dream felt so real, so vivid, that for a very brief moment, you had hoped it was just nothing but a cruel illusion. But now, in the cold reality of your empty bed in your shared apartment, you could no longer deny the truth - Satoru, the love of your life, was gone, forever. 

He no longer exists.

You buried your face in your hands, letting out heart-wrenching sobs that seem to echo in the emptiness. The pain was unbearable, the loss insurmountable. In this lonely moment, all you yearned for was the warmth of his presence, for his reassuring smile and his comforting words, and nothing else but for the reality that he was still by your side.

But in the cruel embrace of that nightmarish vision, you were left with nothing but the hollow echoes of a love lost forever, and the darkness that now surrounded you.

i wrote this the minute i woke up from my nightmare. akutami i will come for you. 

am i sorry for writing this piece? yes. please forgive me for this.

#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 #jjk gojo #jjk satoru #jjk hurt/no comfort #jjk hurt #ch 236 #ch 236 spoilers

[pengujoon]

in the midst of writing my story, and i've never felt so lost. what's the end goal of this story? how do i build their relationship after that incident? urgh.. sobbing

#penguchats

[pengujoon]

Alexa, play bite me by Enhypen.

#penguchats #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya

[pengujoon]

it shouldve been me.

[pengujoon]

i have everything all planned. now i just need to write it. fuck.

oh there's going to be smut too! first time actually.

i might start a series about college bf geto, but idk maybe i should make it a very long fic with lots of breaks in between. idk at this point. my mind has been plagued with psychopath gojo and i want break. all these violence is a teeny tiny bit too much

#penguchats #geto #am i going to cry? yes

[pengujoon]

just kiss already.

#penguchats #soukoku

[pengujoon]

i suddenly don't know how to write??? what happened.

#penguchats

[pengujoon]

i might start a series about college bf geto, but idk maybe i should make it a very long fic with lots of breaks in between. idk at this point. my mind has been plagued with psychopath gojo and i want break. all these violence is a teeny tiny bit too much

#penguchats #geto #gojo

[pengujoon]

NOW I AM BECOME DEATH, DESTROYER OF WORLDS.

cont. what would happen if the strongest fell over into the dark side? gojo satoru-centric, psychopath gojo, villain!au, graphic depiction of violence, blood and gore.

a/n. viewer discretion is highly highly advised.

Satoru had always been known for his boundless energy and charismatic personality, a shining beacon of hope in the world of Jujutsu Sorcerers. But lately, a shadow had crept over his once-bright spirit, casting a pall of sadness upon him.

It wasn’t a sudden transformation, but a gradual erosion of his vitality. The relentless weight of responsibility, the ceaseless battles against malevolent curses, and the unending demands of his role had taken their toll. Satoru, the paragon of inspiration and leadership, had become a prisoner of his own obligations.

Each morning, he awoke with a leaden heart, the prospect of another day filled with dread. The genuine smiles that had once adorned his face had become rare, replaced by artificial facades masking the profound despair that now resided within him.

As days turned into weeks, Satoru found himself drifting further away from the passions that once defined him. His beloved hobby of teaching and mentoring young sorcerers had lost its lustre, becoming a monotonous chore. The intricacies of Jujutsu techniques, which used to fascinate him, now felt like burdensome routines.

Even the simple pleasures of life, like savouring a cup of tea or gazing at the setting sun, had lost their appeal. The world around him seemed to blur into a grey landscape, devoid of colour or meaning.

Friends and colleagues noticed the change in him, but he brushed off their concerns with a forced grin, unwilling to burden them with his inner turmoil. The new world he had once dreamed of, a place where people could find solace and inspiration, remained a distant vision, fading with each passing day.

Satoru’s descent into apathy was a slow, painful journey. He no longer recognised the person he had become, a hollow shell of his former self. The world of curses and sorcery had claimed not only his body but his spirit as well, leaving him adrift in a sea of indifference.

One evening, after a particularly gruelling battle, Satoru stood alone in a dimly lit alley. His clothes were torn, his body battered, but it wasn’t the physical pain that tormented him. It was the emptiness, the numbness that had settled deep within his soul.

He gazed at his reflection in a puddle on the ground, and for the first time, he didn’t recognise the person staring back at him. The sparkle in his eyes had dimmed, and his once vibrant spirit felt like a distant memory.

Satoru leaned against a cold brick wall and closed his eyes, allowing the darkness to wash over him. He no longer cared about being the hero, about protecting others, about the fate of the Jujutsu world.

It was as if a switch had been flipped, and he was spiralling into a void of apathy.

Days turned into weeks, and Satoru withdrew from his friends and colleagues. He isolated himself, seeking solace in the silence of his apartment. The world outside felt distant and insignificant.

His training sessions became brutal, a way to release the pent-up frustration and despair. He pushed himself to the limit, not out of a sense of duty but to feel something, anything other than the numbness that had consumed him.

One night, as he sat in the darkness of his apartment, Satoru whispered to himself, “I can’t do this anymore.”

And in that moment, he let go.

He let go of the expectations, the responsibilities, the need to be the hero. He surrendered to the darkness, allowing it to engulf him completely.

He no longer cared about the consequences, about the lines he had sworn never to cross.

He was falling, and he didn’t want to be saved.

He wanted to lose himself in the abyss, to become one with the darkness that had become his refuge.

It was a descent into the unknown, a journey into the darkest corners of his soul. And as he fell deeper, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was any way to climb back out, to rediscover the person he used to be before the darkness had claimed him.

Satoru’s descent into darkness was swift and unrelenting. The man who had once been a beacon of hope and strength had now become a shadow of his former self, consumed by the very darkness he had sworn to combat.

He ceased to be the charismatic leader of the Jujutsu Sorcerers, the one who inspired and protected others.

Instead, he became a symbol of fear and dread, a force to be reckoned with, and not in a heroic way. His powers, once a means of defense, now became tools of destruction.

Satoru no longer cared about the lives of those around him. He saw curses and humans alike as mere obstacles, obstacles to be eliminated without remorse. His attacks became merciless, his cruelty unforgiving.

The Jujutsu world watched in horror as Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer, descended into darkness. His former allies attempted to intervene, to bring him back from the abyss, but he shrugged them off with cold indifference.

The more he embraced the darkness, the more powerful he became. It was as if the curse energy that flowed through him had been tainted, transformed into a malevolent force that defied all laws of nature. Satoru revelled in this newfound strength, using it to sow chaos and destruction wherever he went.

His apathy had turned into something far more sinister — a calculated, deliberate cruelty that left a trail of devastation in its wake. He no longer recognised himself, but he didn’t care. There was a perverse satisfaction in embracing the darkness, in becoming the very thing he had sworn to destroy.

The curses, once his enemies, now bowed before him in reverence. They saw him as a god of destruction, a being who revelled in chaos and despair. And Satoru, in his twisted state, relished their adoration.

The world outside was no longer of any consequence to him. He had become a solitary force, a harbinger of doom, and he had no intention of turning back. The Jujutsu Sorcerer world had lost its greatest hero, and in his place stood a monster.

As he roamed the darkened streets, his laughter echoed through the night, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it. Satoru had fully embraced the abyss, and there was no turning back from the path of darkness he had chosen.

Years had passed since Satoru’s descent into darkness. He had become one of the most feared and notorious curse users in the Jujutsu world. His power had grown to unimaginable levels, and he had left a trail of destruction in his wake.

Satoru Gojo crept back into the heart of Jujutsu Tech, his once-revered presence now a shadow of malevolence. He had once stood as a paragon of wisdom, but now his intentions dripped with sinister purpose. Deep within, he nursed a blackened desire — to annihilate Jujutsu Tech High, the sacred ground where he had once been the beacon of enlightenment to young sorcerers. His motives were veiled in the darkest of ambitions — a relentless craving to seize the school's concealed vault, a trove brimming with cursed instruments and malefic artifacts.

As he entered the school building, he couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of nostalgia. The hallways that had once echoed with laughter and camaraderie were now filled with dread and despair. Students and sorcerers alike averted their gaze, unable to meet his eyes, knowing that this was their only way of surviving. Anything more that poses as an obstacle would be exterminated with nothing left to mourn for.

It was then that he encountered a group of familiar faces — his former students. They had grown into powerful sorcerers themselves, but the shock of seeing their former teacher as a curse user sent shockwaves through their ranks.

Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji — the trio that had once been his pride and joy — stood before him, their expressions a mix of disbelief and horror. They had heard the rumors, but seeing Satoru again in the flesh, clad in the dark aura of a curse user, was a harrowing experience.

Satoru regarded them with a cold, detached gaze. Gone was the warmth and affection he had once shown them. Now, he saw them as nothing more than obstacles to his goal.

“You’re in my way,” he growled, his voice a chilling echo. “Move aside.”

Megumi, determined but trembling, stepped forward. “Gojo-sensei, we won’t let you continue down this path of darkness. We’ll stop you, no matter the cost.”

Satoru’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, do try.”

With a mere flick of his hand, he unleashed a torrent of cursed energy, a maelstrom of malevolence that sent the trio hurtling through the air. Their bodies collided with walls, and their screams of agony reverberated through the desolate halls.

Satoru had become an embodiment of pure malevolence, a being who thrived on torment and despair. The students who had once revered him as a mentor now faced a monstrous aberration that defied reason.

As they prepared for a battle unlike any they had faced before, Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji knew that their former teacher was lost to them. He had become a creature of darkness, an adversary beyond their wildest nightmares.

The battle that unfolded within the hallowed halls of Jujutsu Tech was a clash of despair, a confrontation between former teacher and students that none of them had ever anticipated.

Satoru stood unscathed as the trio launched their most powerful attacks. Cursed techniques, shikigami, and sheer brute strength were thrown at him with all their might, but it was as if their efforts were nothing more than a gentle breeze against an unyielding mountain.

Satoru’s dark aura enveloped him like a shroud, an impenetrable barrier that deflected their every assault. He moved with a malevolent grace, evading their attacks with a sadistic amusement. It was as if he had transcended the very laws of nature, becoming an unstoppable force of destruction.

Nobara’s straw dolls, once wielded with precision, were swatted aside like insects. Megumi’s shikigami, symbols of his strength, crumbled under the weight of Satoru’s overwhelming curse energy, shattered like porcelain. Yuji, the embodiment of raw power, charged with a roar of defiance, but his strike was effortlessly sidestepped by Satoru. With a casual flick of his hand, Yuji was sent crashing into the wall, a broken puppet.

Satoru observed them with sadistic delight, his cerulean eyes devoid of any humanity. “Is this all you’ve got?” he mocked. “Pathetic.”

The trio’s faces contorted with desperation and terror. They had honed their skills, faced insurmountable odds, but it was clear that they were outmatched by the abyss that had consumed their former mentor.

Satoru remained an impassive figure, an uncaring spectre as their attacks washed over him like insignificant waves. He had become invulnerable, an entity immune to their every effort.

Megumi clenched his teeth, a simmering rage burning within him. He refused to accept that their former mentor had become so monstrously powerful. But the evidence was undeniable, and denial was a luxury they could ill afford.

Nobara, her resolve unyielding, unleashed a relentless barrage of nails imbued with cursed energy. They struck Satoru’s form, but it was akin to pelting a mountain with pebbles. Satoru didn’t flinch; he didn’t bother to evade.

Yuji, his fists brimming with cursed energy, charged forward with a scream of defiance. He unleashed his most devastating attack, a punch that should have shattered the very earth. But it struck Satoru head-on, and the impact sent shockwaves through the area.

Satoru’s form flickered momentarily, as if affected by Yuji’s assault. But then, to the trio’s horror, he reappeared unscathed, a malevolent grin etched across his face.

“You fools,” Satoru taunted, “playtime's finished.”

With a single motion, Satoru unleashed a devastating wave of curse energy that sent them hurtling through the air. They convulsed in torment, their forms contorted by the malefic force surging within them. They crashed into walls, pillars, and the unforgiving ground, their bodies battered and broken.

As they struggled to get back on their feet, their strength waning, Satoru approached them with an eerie calmness. He had become an embodiment of malevolence, a being untouched by empathy or compassion.

“You all were always a disappointment,” he muttered, his voice laced with contempt as he stood over them. “I expected more from my students.”

He sneered, his words cutting deep. “Weak and naive. You thought you could save me? You thought you could change me? Pathetic.”

With a flick of his finger, he sent a surge of curse energy that enveloped them, their screams echoing through the once-hallowed halls. The trio writhed in agony, their bodies contorted by the malevolent power that coursed through them.

In that horrifying moment, they realised the true extent of the darkness that now defined their former teacher. He had become an irredeemable monster, a harbinger of despair beyond measure. They were trapped in a nightmarish confrontation with their own creation, a manifestation of their failure and powerlessness.

With a flick of his hand, he dispelled the cursed energy that held Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji in agonising paralysis. They collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, their bodies trembling with pain.

But Satoru didn’t spare them a second glance.

They were lucky to not have him kill them all at that very moment.

He turned away from his fallen students and began to walk through the school, his steps slow and deliberate. Memories of his time as a teacher here flickered through his mind, but they held no emotion for him now. They were nothing more than distant echoes of a past he no longer cared about.

The hallway that had once been filled with laughter and camaraderie was now a scene of devastation. But Satoru felt nothing. His heart had turned to ice, and his soul was a barren wasteland of apathy.

As he moved through the hallways, his very presence wreaked havoc. The walls cracked and crumbled, the ceiling caved in, and the floor beneath his feet shattered. It was as if the school itself was groaning in agony, unable to withstand the overwhelming curse energy that radiated from him.

Satoru’s apathy was a destructive force. He didn’t discriminate between friend or foe; everything in his path was a target for his wanton destruction. The classrooms where he had once imparted knowledge were reduced to rubble. The training grounds where he had honed the skills of his students were torn apart.

He walked through the chaos, his eyes vacant and his heart devoid of feeling. The very essence of his being had been consumed by darkness, and he had become a harbinger of despair.

Students and sorcerers who crossed his path cowered in fear, their attempts to stop him futile. His power was unmatched, his apathy unyielding. He had become a force of nature, a cataclysmic event that left destruction in its wake.

As he reached the heart of the school, the place where he had once taught and mentored his students, he paused for a moment. The memories of those days brushed against his consciousness, but he brushed them aside with a cold indifference.

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a devastating surge of cursed energy that obliterated the very foundations of the building. The school that had once been a symbol of hope and learning crumbled to the ground, reduced to a pile of rubble and dust.

As the dust and debris settled, Satoru stood alone in the midst of the destruction he had wrought. He felt nothing, no remorse, no satisfaction, only a profound emptiness.

He had become a living embodiment of apathy, a curse user without a shred of humanity left. The school that had once been his home was now a graveyard of memories, a testament to the darkness that had consumed him.

He continued to walk, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake, his apathy a stark reminder of the depths to which he had fallen. The world had changed, and Satoru Gojo had become a force of chaos, a curse user without remorse, without humanity, and without redemption.

Amid the desolation he had wrought, Satoru’s apathetic eyes fixated on a hidden entrance beneath the rubble of Jujutsu Tech’s main building. It was a place he had frequented during his time as a teacher — a secret vault where cursed objects of immense power were stored away, hidden away from the prying eyes of the world.

Though his heart had turned cold and his soul had descended into darkness, Satoru had not lost sight of his goals. He had come to the school not only to unleash chaos but also to retrieve these cursed objects, each one a source of untold power.

With a casual gesture, he cleared away the debris blocking the entrance to the vault. The heavy metal door creaked open, revealing a chamber filled with shelves upon shelves of cursed objects. They gleamed with malevolence, each one radiating a dark energy that matched Satoru’s own.

His apathetic demeanour did not waver as he scanned the room. He knew exactly which cursed objects he sought, and he wasted no time in finding them. With a swift, efficient motion, he collected the objects and placed them in a black bag that seemed to absorb their sinister aura.

These cursed objects were the key to furthering his descent into darkness, to becoming an even greater threat to the world. Satoru had forsaken his role as a protector of humanity, and now he sought to wield the very curses he had once sworn to destroy.

As he exited the vault, the ruined school lay behind him, a stark reminder of the destruction he had wrought. But Satoru was not concerned with the aftermath; he was apathetic to the suffering he had caused.

With the cursed objects in his possession, he disappeared into the night, leaving behind a world forever scarred by his apathetic descent into darkness and the malevolent power he had acquired. The Jujutsu Sorcerer world had a new, and perhaps even more formidable, threat to contend with — one of their own.

Satoru’s descent had plunged him into a bloodthirsty madness, and he revelled in the gruesome spectacle that lay before him - the corpses of those who dared to oppose him or had simply crossed his path.

Was he sorry that they met their end this way? If Satoru had that little bit of humanity left in him, maybe, but he simply couldn’t be bothered anymore.

His once apathetic demeanour had transformed him into a manic hunger for violence and carnage he left in his wake. The world had become his canvas, and the spilled blood of his victims his masterpiece.

Every step he took was marked by splatters of blood, as he eviscerated everyone who dared to even stand in his way. Friend or foe, he couldn’t be bothered anymore. His eyes, once filled with mirth, now gleamed with a sadistic delight.

Coming across a new group of naive sorcerers hoping to take him down as he left the vault, he let out a cold and emotionless chuckle, unleashing his cursed energy with brutal precision. The air crackled with malevolence as their now lifeless forms were torn asunder, blood and viscera splattering in all directions.

Satoru’s laughter rang out like a demented symphony as he revelled in the gruesome spectacle. His hands moved with a fluid brutality, tearing their bodies apart with an unholy fervour.

It was a scene of unbridled savagery, a bloodbath that defied all reason and humanity.

Limbs were severed, bodies torn asunder, bones snapped and cracked, the air filling with the sickening sounds of flesh tearing. He tore limbs from torsos, severed heads from necks, and ripped bodies apart with an insatiable appetite for gore.

Blood sprayed across his face and soaked his clothes, but he paid it no mind.

In fact, he relished the sensation of warm blood against his skin, the metallic scent filling his nostrils in a horrifyingly comforting manner. The stench of death and decay hung heavy in the air, but to Satoru, it was a tantalising aroma that sent shivers of pleasure down his spine.

Blood sprayed and splattered, painting the white walls and streets in a nightmarish tableau of crimson. Satoru’s eyes gleamed with madness, his thirst for violence insatiable.

But he wasn’t finished.

With a final, sadistic flourish, he unleashed a torrent of cursed energy that tore through the already mutilated corpses, reducing them to a gruesome pile of mangled flesh and bone, the sight unbearable to the normal eye.

Reaching a fever pitch, Satoru’s laughter echoed through the streets as he revelled in the gruesome display of power - a symphony of carnage, a ballet of death, and he alone was the conductor of this macabre orchestra.

As he stood amidst the blood-soaked carnage, his clothes stained with the evidence of his sadistic indulgence, Satoru felt an intoxicating rush of power and pleasure; his decent into darkness had reached its nadir, and he revelled in the depths of his psychopathic bloodlust.

“Now I am become death,” he whispered, his voice a chilling echo in the stillness of the night. He stood amidst the wreckage, the mangled bodies of those who had dared to challenge him strewn at his feet, their pitiful cries silenced forever.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie pallor over the scene. Satoru’s eyes gleamed with apathy as he stepped on their bodies, the sickening crunch of bone and flesh deafening through the silence.

The world trembled in the presence of this malevolent force, and there was no turning back from the abyss he had willingly entered.

“The destroyer of worlds.”

i've never really wrote anything like this before, but the newest episode really explored a whole new genre of satoru, prompting me to imagine what it's like if he fell over into the darkness - how heartless and cruel could he be if he really chose to.

#gojo satoru #psychopath gojo satoru #feral gojo satoru #feral gojo #villain gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk #jjk fics #jjk s2 ep9 #gojo satoru-centric #now i have become death #jujutsu kaisen gojo satoru #villain!au

[pengujoon]

too much sweetness and happiness i had to write a full blown angst piece. haven't wrote angst for a while now, thanks ch236 for throwing me back here

#penguchats

[pengujoon]

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.

i really want to give him a hug, he’s gone through so much pain. i literally cried while writing this

#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 #penguwrites #jjk imagines #ch 236 #jjk ch 236

[pengujoon]

WITH ALL OF ME

cont. gojo x reader, fluff. use of my love, just reader being so in love with him. of course they kiss, this is a very soft fic, established relationship!au, intentional lowercase.

a/n. can you tell that im so lovesick for his man. 

song. john legend - all of me

the room was cast in a warm, inviting glow, the soft light of a dozen candles flickering like stars in the night sky. you and satoru had carved out this moment, a space for just the two of you, where the world outside was a distant memory. in this intimate haven, love hung heavy in the air, and your heart swelled with every beat in perfect harmony with his.

satoru sat beside you, his presence filling the room with a magnetic energy that drew you in like a moth to a flame. as you gazed at him, your heart couldn't help but swell with a deep, profound affection. his eyes held the universe within them, a cosmos of secrets and emotions that were yours to explore.

his smile, that mischievous, yet tender smile, was your favourite work of art. it had the power to chase away your worries, to melt your heart, and to ignite a fire of passion within you. when he laughed, it was as if a symphony of joy filled the room, and you couldn't help but be swept away by the melody.

you watched as he reached out, his fingers tracing an invisible path in the air. his voice, soft and filled with warmth, filled the room like a sweet serenade. it was a voice that could lull you to sleep or awaken the deepest desires within your heart.

every line of his face, every curve of his lips, and every spark in his eyes held a story, a story that you cherished, for you were the author of this chapter of his life. his vulnerabilities, his strengths, and his quirks were all part of the tapestry of your love.

satoru's hand found yours, fingers interlacing with a familiarity that sent shivers down your spine. the touch was electric, a connection that transcended words. in that moment, you felt like you were part of something greater, like you were two souls that had found their forever home in each other's arms.

the tenderness in his gaze was enough to make your heart skip a beat. his fingers traced delicate patterns on your hand, a silent language of affection that spoke volumes. every touch was a declaration of love, every caress an affirmation of your bond.

as you leaned in, your lips met his in a kiss that tasted like eternity. it was a kiss that spoke of a love deeper than words, a love that knew no bounds. in that kiss, you poured all your affection, all your desire, and all your dreams.

and as you pulled away, breathless and content, you whispered the words that your heart had been singing since the moment you met him. “i love you, satoru, with all of me.”

“my love.” he looked at you, his gaze unwavering, and in that moment, you knew that his love mirrored your very own. with a smile that held the promise of forever, he replied, “and i love you, with all of me too.”

no other words were needed, for your hearts spoke a language of love that transcended any language of the world. you closed your eyes and leaned in for another kiss, a sweet, tender affirmation of your love.

in the warmth of his embrace, surrounded by the warm, gentle light of the candles, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be, living your own love song, a melody that would play in your hearts for all eternity.

the chokehold this man has on me

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #jjk #jjk fics #penguwrites #jjk imagines #established relationship!au #all of me by john legend #reader is so in love with him