julietkirsh

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Drabble turned into monster, Soukoku is the victim this time💀

Summary

When Dazai dies, it doesn't happen out of hate or love or anger; emotions as profound as those are not involved in the mere act of passing away, at least not in his, as expected.

It is solitary, and soaked in an unspeakable misery so deep and unsettling that even contemplating it seems impossible; so none talks about it, not really.

People try to move on with life, as they should, but what people prefer doing never occured to Chuuya, not in the slightest.

He can't help but remember it all, bringing to mind every little insignificant detail of an existence he had never completely understood, a indomable fury boiling in his bloodstream as he does so.

Nevertheless, he doesn't burn like others would; but in the end, how could he, inhuman as he was conceived?

Where others perish, he thrives; and anger, he is fueled by.

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FINALLY, it's up.

This thing has been sitting in my notes since the universe came to be and I only got to post the first chapter now, cheers to adulthood🥂

Anyway, here's my first ever Satosugu fanfic, as angsty as my masochist subconscious could conceive it, enjoy!

Summary

Satoru Gojo shouldn't feel as bad as he did.

He was born to serve a purpose, and in order to do that, he had to make decisions; some easy, some more difficult, while others implied taking action to mend mistakes that came from previous decisions badly made.

That is why, even when he finally took a certain man's life and not only the last whiff of some cursed spirit, he knew he was doing it to live up to the righteoussness of his duty.

He knew it, even if it felt like torning away a piece of himself from the dephts of his own soul and shred it with bare hands, as if years of complete devotion were to be considered totally worthless.

He had killed the only person he had learnt to consider his equal since their first meeting, the biggest source of his strenght and the cradle of all his weaknesses, the one he knew he loved more than anything else.

So of course he felt like shit, and of course that same person came to visit him in his dreams, haunting like the curse that he could have never been.

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Satoru deals with the aftermath of killing Suguru in the worst way possible: he begins to believe what his dreams try to tell him.

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twitter is broken today 😭 are there any other ways that people search for anthologies to apply to?

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136 murders 312 cases of extortion 625 cases of fraud and 1 birthday boyyyy 🎂🎉

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A soukoku chaos dump

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Hi! Just dropping by this secondary blog to post fanfics and such, hope you enjoy 'em!🎶

As said in the description, I'm currently writing for Bungou Stray Dogs, Jujutsu Kaisen and Attack on Titan, but who knows what'll happen from now on?

(probably the same things I've been doing since forever)

If anyone's interested, here's my AO3 profile: julietkirsh

More about the works you'll see there under the cut!⏬️

Attack on Titan

The Sound of Grief (posted on March 15th, '22)

The first and only Gallirei fic I have ever wrote, it consist of three chapters and it's complete (one of the veeery few that met their conclusions💀).

It is set before the events of the narrative arc that is currently being shown in the anime, and contains minor spoilers from much older manga chapters.

It is about finding a kind of fleeting solace in relations dictated by loneliness and grief, and the inevitabe emptiness that follows.

When the Sun Went Down on Us (last updated on November 22nd, '22)

This is meant to be a long one, and even if it's been months since I've last updated it, I have still intention to continue it up to the end (I have posted two chapters out of approximately twenty eight in total, so it's going to be a slooow journey) and I also have many chapters already planned out, so it's not completely abandoned!

This one is full of spoilers since it's canon compliant and also set after the end of the manga, so I don't recommend it for those who would prefer to avoid them⚠️

The main couple is Reijean (I think the official ship name is this one, but I'm not entirely sure yet) and both of them present a good share of difficulties and traumas while dealing with the horrible thing that life can sometimes be, so the story is full of angst to say the least.

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Bungou Stray Dogs

The Fate Of Traitors

Dazai dies, and Chuuya has a hard time processing his unspoken feelings and mourning altogether.

Or at least, this seems to be the plot, or is it?

Basically my mind exploded and decided that this story needed a plot twist and also Meursault, overall it came out full of angst, death, blood and other incredibly happy things.

It's Called: Freefall (posted on January 6th, '23)

Inevitably Soukoku, this one shot has its own conclusion! It's pretty short and full of thoughts about delicate matters of life and death, and it is inspired by the song that gave it its title.

Nothing more to add, there are spoilers from the early seasons of the anime but nothing too severe.

How to Rip A Heart Apart (last updated on January 26th, '23)

Also Soukoku, it is a multichapter story (nothing longer than five chapters in total) and I've already begun to write the second one, so it will see the light, eventually. This one contains spoilers from both the main story and other spinoffs, but they are all listed in the summary.

It gets pretty graphic and violent, the main characters tend to act like assholes in this one (as if they usually are slices of cake😅) and lots of people get unalived.

Angst everywhere and also some canon compliant inaccuracies (you'll find them in the first chapter which I think I'll revise and correct sooner or later) but overall it is going to be lighter than my other stories, or at least I hope so.

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Jujutsu Kaisen

In Dreams

My first jjk AND stsg fanfic, written by tears and hurt alone, it is set a few months after the infamous events of volume 0.

It mainly focuses on Satoru, burdened with the neverending task of holding the whole sorcery world together but still incapable of letting his past go once and for all.

He finds shelter in his sporadic dreams, in the long lost image of a youth that will never return, until he can't help but mix up reality with what his sleeping self begins to perceive.

It all goes downhill from there.