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    “After so much death and destruction, I never thought I would bring life into this world.”

    “You believe him to be yours?” It was not a mere question of relation, but the possibility of this boy being their master’s direct progeny. Uraume was doubtful in comparison. Rarely had they observed their master indulge in carnal desires without satiating a different hunger afterward. When had there been an opportunity for his prey to escape? The answer was never. Yet, Uraume would concede that they did not know Sukuna all his life. Given their current estimations of the boy’s age, it would mean he was spawned well before Uraume had pledged themselves to their master’s side. Still…

    “His cursed energy and strength alone… The hatred he carried felt far too personal. If not for dishonoring his mother, then what? Not that I could possibly remember who she could be…”

     

    ♦ Uraume observes their master's reunion with the strange and unruly son he never knew he had. A son who doesn't appear to want anything to do with him, yet if that were truly the case, then why did his path converge with theirs?

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    26 Dec 2025

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    incessantly, on and on, without pause. waking, disintegrating, over and over, endlessly. he was weary, now. the cycle of karma had branded itself into his skin, blazing cold, frigid fire. he was like a spider caught in its own web, like a snake biting its own tail, helpless to be devoured by himself.

    everything left of him, eroded away, the ocean of time carving its way through his cliffside.

    he, only once, lived guided by his own pleasure and displeasure. after that, the wheel of fate, the rope of destiny, tightened around his neck, far more a cage or prison than the boy with blossom hair ever had been.

    vexation, humiliation, exhaustion, and finally nothing at all– a blank slate, cleansed of evil.

    …the buddha and king enma both must be laughing at him.

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    (alternative title: "SIkuna's guide to catching a cyclops cat by the throat in the KFC parking lot at 3am")

    'Holy shit someone needs to hug those kids. Some adults too, to be honest', once thinks a fan of Jujutsu Kaisen, the definitely and absolutely only fictional franchise

    Then, he abruptly finds himself at the beginning of the story as Sukuna, mister Basically The Devil, of all things

    Completely blindsided by the weird cards given, he tries his best to prevent some things from affecting the characters-turned-people he already cared about even before they turned real

     

    To better or worse results.

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    “Satoru?” The word rings, fuzzy in his ears as it whines like tinnitus, familiar and heart stopping.

    ‘I’m dead.’ He can’t even hear his own thoughts over the loudness of the world, staggering where he stands, eyes still fixated on the sky, on the sun. ‘I’m dead, I died, I felt my heart stop, this can’t be, it can’t-’

    “Hey,” it comes again, a little more urgent than before, a little closer, another hammer to his ears and all the noise shrieking behind his eyes. He recoils hard enough to go stumbling as a hand reaches for him, covered in flesh rather than empty bone, tan and recognizable. Unbelievable.

    There’s something wet trickling from his nose. Bile stings on the back of his tongue. The words dissolve into the rest of the white noise as he stares up at the blue of the sky, and tries to remember if he’d ever had a hallucination as bright as this.

    ‘I have to be dead,’ he thinks. Somehow, he isn’t.

    Or: Gojo Satoru goes back in time. He makes a couple of changes for the better.

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    The boy shifts on his feet. “The year is two thousand and eighteen? Common Era?”

    Slowly, smile still plastic on his face, Suguru faces Satoru. This fucking dumbass. “Satoru,” he says, dangerous edge to his voice, “what did you do?

    Satoru makes some bastardization of a sound, half between a laugh and a cough. “...Whoops?”

    “I,” Suguru grits, pinching two fingers together, “am this close to mass murder.” He’s joking. Probably.

     

    ///OR: Shortly before Getō would have massacred a village, he and Gojō are thrust eleven years forward into a would-have-been future that Getō is conspicuously absent from.

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