《BABY GOJŌ {jujutsu kaisen}》chapter 1
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❝she likes making new friends❞
"do you see that man over there with pink hair?", satoru asked his four year-old, who was being carried by the number one shaman as they landed on top of a school building, with rubble everywhere.
"yeah!!", marri excitedly replied, squinting her eyes as she was suddenly let down by her father.
"GOOMI!!", marri cheered, rushing over to the hurt male with blood dripping down his forehead as she squatted down beside the boy.
"eh? you look so beat up megumi-kun! let me take some pictures to send to the second-years!", satoru laughed as he took out his phone and started snapping pictures nonstop.
"cheeeeeese!!", marri smiled as she held up a peace sign with her hand.
"so, what happened here?", satoru asked as fushiguro megumi — a first-year sorcerer — had explained how itadori yūji ate one of sukuna's many fingers.
"for real?", satoru asked.
"for real", itadori and megumi said at the same time, making satoru chuckle.
"ewww", marri fake gagged, seeing her father throw a bag of sweet that he had bought on the way here as megumi caught it.
"say, can you call sukuna out for ten seconds? I just want to talk", satoru requested, stretching as marri had brought out a box that she always carried with her.
"goomi, do you want the doraemon or the dorami bandaids?", marri asked, to which megumi was about to answer before he had shouted, "BEHIND YOU!!", to satoru.
immediately, satoru sat on sukuna's back as he was on all fours, with his face mere inches away from megumi's.
"excuse me mister, but you're in my personal space", marri commented, feeling sukuna's red gaze swift towards her as he payed no mind to the child.
meanwhile satoru was fighting sukuna and throwing pieces of buildings at each other, marri had finally picked out one of each, plastering the bandaids on megumi's forehead.
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"do you feel better, goomi?", marri asked, patting megumi's head as the boy just nodded, having no heart to tell her that his head was still bleeding.
"papa bought some kikufuku mochi. do you want some?", marri asked, meanwhile sukuna had passed out, returning itadori his body.
"umm...m-maybe later", megumi nicely rejected as marri just nodded, yawning as it was very late and she was already in her pajamas, personalized with curses all over it.
yes, the four-year old girl had pajamas with curses littered all over it, as she was a curse fanatic.
since she was a baby, satoru had carried her around as he trusted no one — except for nanami kento — to take care of her.
and half the time, nanami was on his own missions, so satoru had to strap his child around him as he fought curses.
"goomi, I'm a little tired. can you wake me up tomorrow morning please?", marri asked, crawling onto megumi's lap as she fell asleep straight away.
* ‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° 。˚𓆛˚。 °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊
"marri, it's time to wake up", megumi softly said, gently shaking the girl as she recognized her surroundings as megumi's dorm room at tokyo jujutsu high.
"good morning...goomi", marri yawned, rolling around as she loved the warmness.
megumi was used to having the little girl over as she loved megumi very much, because he was her only friend other than nanami, who was always away for some reason.
the reason being very obvious, as nanami wasn't fond of satoru.
not many knew that gojō satoru had a daughter as she didn't attend school since she could see curses and satoru didn't want marri getting bullied for being special.
hence she spent the majority of the time with the principal of the school, — yaga masamichi — satoru, and megumi.
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"where's papa?", marri asked, crawling out of bed as she brought over a brush for megumi so that he can style her hair.
"he's with the new student, itadori yūji. he's the vessel of sukuna", megumi briefly informed, to which as if on cue, a knock was heard.
megumi opened the door as itadori had immediately greeted the dark-haired boy, with satoru standing behind him.
"PAPA!! GOOD MORNING!!", marri shouted, running over to the white-haired man as itadori tried peeking in megumi's room — which was the same as his own.
"GOOD MORNING PRINCESS!! did you sleep well? how do you always look so cute?!", satoru cooed, pinching marri's cheek as he picked her up.
"I did sleep well, and it's because I got my looks from you!", marri answered, to which satoru had started happily laughing as he loved being flattered, especially by his daughter.
"huh? sensei, you have a daughter?"
"hai! this is my very own, gojō marri. marri, this is yūji-kun!", satoru introduced.
"you're s'kuna's vessel aren't you?! do you want to be friends?! we can draw curses together!!", marri excitedly suggested.
"okay!! when do we start?", itadori asked, not finding anything surprising anymore as his life had quite literally turned upside down.
"right now!!"
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Milton
A Cyberpunk Coming of Age Tale The Apocalypse is ugly. The only lights that work are battery powered or neon. Scroungers kill your neighbors and take control of their bodies. Gang wars run rampant in the perpetual night, as usual, except now, most members have magical spells to defend their turf. Life certainly changed once the Rainbow Letters came. For Milton, things changed for the better. The world became familiar. He could find loot, learn skills, and equip weapons and armor. It was all much easier to understand than the perils of pre-Apocalypse life with its grocery shopping and going outside. Then he discovers Ragnarok, Orchestrator of the Rainbow Letters and all of Milton’s problems. The race to figure out why is on. If Milton is to survive long enough to find answers, he must first be strong enough to confront his worst enemy: himself. * This is work in progress and NOT professionally edited. * ** This story is humorous in the begining, but gets very dark around the turning point. Reader discretion is advised.**
8 215In Pursuit of Glory
I felt a huge physical force slam into my back. I didn't have any time to think as I rocketed into the wall and felt the drywall dent beneath my body. Eyes wide, I groaned and began to push off the wall when, unceasingly relentless, my assailant backstabbed me with a knife to my gut. I gasped; being stabbed there is no laughing matter. Even today, with all the advances of science, a wound like that can easily be mortal. Most likely would be. I gasped for air with a snarl, funneling the wind into my lungs to help them expand after being pancaked into the wall. Nobody f***ing backstabs me and gets away with it. If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I love being alive. I love it more than anything else. It’s something only a dead person can understand, and I feel myself forgetting all the time. But there’s a secret to death, and I keep it with me. Always. It’s never permanent, it’s never peaceful, and it’s always filled with regrets. But death, despite all of its shortfalls, can give a short respite from life, like a comfy afternoon nap. Death is Respite. It’s a rest for the weary. And to all those people who wander in death lonesome and regretting their broken lives - always, without fail, cut too short - I beg them to take advantage of it. I tell everyone to take advantage of death, even when I can’t bring myself to do so. --- Ciaran travels the world in pursuit of Glories, unfathomable, power-bestowing balls of golden light sequestered in difficult-to-reach places. A fun fantasy romp with a character with an unorthodox narrative voice trying to find his purpose in the world.
8 70Emperor of Yin and Yang
Heaven's Emperor peacefully lived with his wife, overruling all Immortals in Heaven, a loyal and powerful wife, he was at the apex. Living in the Royal Palace, despite living peacefully, he knew it wouldn't last forever. He suspected a man planning a revolution, just like the Ancient Prophecy proclaimed. Why didn't he go against it? Simple. There would be two revolutions, not one. Thus, when his time came he faced the onslaught of Immortals with a serene expression and a tyrannical bearing. A man and a woman, slaughtering all Immortals except one, were forced to hand over the Throne. Yet even when the time came for the Emperor to lose his Royal Throne, he was not worried. Rather, both him and his wife, disappeared from the Heaven to search for their inheritor. The man to lead the Second Revolution. Anmos Archer. A thirteen-year-old youth born to an abusive single-father household. He struggles with being bipolar, inherited from his dad - a fallen cultivator. As he struggles to find an opportunity, a chance, to allow him to retaliate against his father he wanders upon a Royal Couple. Could he be the inheritor? The man to lead a Revolution against Heaven? Cover by Bharath Kishore.
8 80lover • sapnap x oc
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8 207The Overseer
The gods in this world have gone corrupt and rather from doing their duties, they have started fighting with each other for more power, as a result the creator ,the one who is responsible for the creation of everything including gods and devils, has gone infuriated with them. But there was a problem, he could not interfere between them directly, so, he summons Dante from another world, which was created by him too, and gives him the mission to correct everything and make sure that the world moves in the Right way, and he gives him the seed of "the overseer." Overseer is the title given to a person who supervise the entire world including gods and devils. This is the story about his journey as he battle his way to learn various universal laws and correct everything, and finally becoming the overseer. ( 1 chapters per week. Support me so that I can get some illustrations for this novel. )
8 192Shattered Portions.
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