𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞.

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|| Anyway, in short, I’ve been busy having a lot of fun writing with Momo on a Discord server, so I’m not sure when I’ll be back on Bluesky to write again. Hopefully sooner than later.
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|| Writing an innocent, first-year student Geto alongside Momo’s portrayal of a reclusive first-year student Gojo — who, in many ways, helps humanize Gojo — makes me feel so emotional, especially knowing what happens to Geto later in the JJK canon storyline... Ugh. (T⌓T)

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|| but this time as teachers mentoring the first-year students.

The other story we have going on is not JJK related though.

Anyway, maybe once Momo and I have made good progress on baby Gojo and baby Geto arcs, I’ll write on bsky again — but for now, I’m not sure when that will be.
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|| We’ve set up channels for each school year (1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th), a post-graduation arc [raising Megumi, Tsumiki, Mimiko, and Nanako together; Geto earning his teaching license while he and Gojo still fight curses every now and then], and even their return to Jujutsu Tech —

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“I'm here anyway, so I might as well enjoy the flowers before heading back.”

//Yuuka Kazami, Youkai of Mugenkan. Once known as the Sleeping Terror in ancient Gensokoyo, she takes the identity “Flower Youkai” after years of inactivity.

//A mix of Yuuka from PC-98, Memories of Phantasm, and PoFV.

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|| It’s me—
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|| I’m kind of sad you deleted Shoko — even though you weren’t on her as much, I really liked having Geto interacting with her. Even so, you should do what’s best for you and your well-being. If you do decide to leave, know you’re one of the people I’ve truly enjoyed interacting with on here.

the sacrifices sorcerers made on their behalf.

❝Alright,❞ Geto said, a calm smile spreading across his face. ❝We can do that.❞

He had no reason to object. A simple food delivery was infinitely preferable to being stuck around a bunch of monkeys. Non-sorcerers always rubbed him the wrong way, a constant reminder of their ignorance toward

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❝Ah, I remember you. You’re the monke—person who once served me drinks at your little bar . . .❞

𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.
𝘚𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.
𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

Clears his throat. ❝. . . In any case, thank you for the compliment . . .❞

past the thought that he’d rather be anywhere else. If it meant spending time among the “monkeys,” then so be it. If it meant seeing that grin return to Gojo’s face, the sparkle in his eyes for even a few hours . . . Geto could stomach it.

Geto wasn’t fond of being around non-sorcerers, of course. Never had been since his defection, and probably never would be, no matter how hard he tried to change. But Gojo needed cheering up. So Geto pushed past it — past the irritation, past the instinct to avoid crowds of ordinary people,

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He knew him well enough to sense when he needed more than words.

❝We should go out for a bit,❞ Geto said.

❝Sweets Paradise in Shinjuku. I heard they have an all-you-can-eat buffet — over thirty kinds of sweets. Cakes, chocolate, parfaits . . . even seasonal specials.❞

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letting gravity take him into Geto.

❝You’ve been at it with paperwork again, haven’t you?❞ Geto murmured, more to himself than him. The silence Gojo offered in reply said enough. He was exhausted.

Geto shifted slightly to support him better, feeling the warmth of Gojo press into him.

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|| @sixeyedsorcerer.bsky.social ||

Geto felt his weight before even looking. Gojo slumping onto his shoulder, the usual bounce in his step replaced by something heavy. Geto’s eyes darted down, catching the subtle slump in his posture, the way his head tilted just so,

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uniform of a Jujutsu Tech instructor — though he still wore his Buddhist robes from time to time.

Blond hair, a slouch, eyes scanning the street like a stray dog waiting for a signal.

❝Hey,❞ Geto said with a small wave to Denji, stepping out of the flow of pedestrians.

❝It’s been a while.❞ Unlike their first meeting several months ago, Geto wasn’t in monk’s robes but the dark, tailored

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he just won’t eat KFC. With a quiet sigh, Geto moved on, deciding to find something else to bring home.

Dean & DeLuca would be better. Ten minutes away. A variety of sweets for Gojo, a sandwich for himself. He was threading through the crowd when a flash of a familiar face stopped him cold.

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he even saw it: the KFC next to Uniqlo. His steps slowed. It was the very spot where he and Gojo had their big fight as teenagers.

The smell was tempting, almost coaxing him to grab a bucket and some sides for both of them. But he already knew how Gojo would react; even after eleven years,

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But today it surprisingly wasn’t too bad. Though, he still kept a small can of disinfectant spray in his pocket, just in case any “monkey” smells clung to his clothes.

He made his way toward Shinjuku Station, passing a string of bustling storefronts. The smell of fried chicken hit him before

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nagging question of whether his current path was truly the right one.

At least out here, the constant bustle and noise kept his thoughts mostly at bay. Ironically, he was among non-sorcerers, the same people he still couldn’t help but think of as “monkeys.” It should have been intolerable.

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Geto had left Tokyo Jujutsu Tech several hours ago, the ankle monitor clinging to him — a constant reminder that, because of his past crimes, he wasn’t allowed to be anywhere unsupervised. Too much time alone in the room he and Gojo shared stirred a mental battle between his old ideology and the

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into his pants pockets, his dark hair shifting slightly in the warm breeze.

Over at Kyoto Jujutsu Tech — Tokyo Jujutsu Tech’s sister school — Gojo was likely standing before the higher-ups in the meeting room, wearing that infuriating grin as they once again tried to push for Geto’s execution.

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|| @pochitasvessel.bsky.social ||

Shinjuku in the afternoon was a restless tide of color and noise. Office workers on lunch break spilled into the streets, students ducked into cafes, and sunlight bounced off glass towers in sharp flashes. Geto moved among them with his hands tucked

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[𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛.]

“𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎.."

➪ He digs into his pocket and pulls out a wallet lined with a signature brooch. It glowed with an ethereal magic he’d never come to understand but remained warm in his hand.
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"̷A̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷I̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷o̷̷u̷̷g̷̷h̷̷t̷ ̷I̷ ̷c̷̷o̷̷u̷̷l̷̷d̷ ̷i̷̷m̷̷p̷a̷̷r̷̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷a̷̷t̷ ̷w̷̷i̷̷s̷̷h̷ ̷i̷̷n̷ ̷s̷̷u̷̷c̷̷h̷ a̷ ̷l̷̷i̷̷t̷̷t̷̷l̷̷e̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷. ̷W̷̷h̷̷o̷ ̷k̷̷n̷̷e̷̷w̷ ̷t̷̷h̷a̷̷t̷ ̷i̷̷n̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷e̷̷n̷̷d̷, ̷I̷ a̷̷c̷̷t̷̷u̷a̷̷l̷̷l̷̷y̷ ̷f̷̷e̷̷l̷̷l̷ ̷i̷̷n̷̷l̷̷o̷̷v̷̷e̷ ̷w̷̷i̷̷t̷̷h̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷m̷ ̷s̷̷o̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷i̷̷s̷ ̷o̷̷n̷̷e̷ ̷i̷̷s̷ ̷m̷̷y̷ ̷b̷̷i̷̷g̷̷g̷̷e̷̷s̷̷t̷ ̷r̷̷e̷̷g̷̷r̷̷e̷̷t̷."

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|| Finally finished the muse section on my pinned post. I’m really proud of how I worded everything. 🙌
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|| Finally finished the muse section on my pinned post. I’m really proud of how I worded everything. 🙌
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