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🔞 | jjk and passing fancies | she/her

tell me about your music and your recipes and your favorite historical facts

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/WeepingPines/profile
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bluebees.bsky.social
February 17, 2026 at 3:47 AM
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fushiglow.bsky.social
i guess i didn't share this here! very rough look at the ski (snowboard) fic sequel 🏂 struggling to find motivation for fandom recently, but the olympics started and... yeah, i'm gonna finish it. despite how it looks, it WILL be #satosugu and it WILL be E rated. and it WILL be fantastic *shrugs*
As Satoru pulls in, Yaga is standing there with his arms folded over his chest, looking even more furious than Satoru feels. Confronted by that stony expression, it’s practically instinct to apologise at this point. ‘Sorry.’ ‘Are you?’ ‘No.’ He’s just being honest. ‘That was sick.’ All at once, Yaga deflates, scrubbing his hands over his face. ‘It was,’ he admits. Satoru notices a vein throbbing in his temple and hopes the old man took his blood pressure medication. ‘I don’t know what the hell they’re thinking.’ ‘They’re hoping I’ll kill myself for real this time,’ he says cheerfully. ‘Keep your voice down.’ Yaga is looking around nervously, but Satoru has never felt so locked in. His mind has never felt more clear. He’s so fucking enraged that he’s moved beyond anger altogether. It’s just pure, single-minded focus. He looks off down the course at where Kashimo is earning oohs and aahs using the move that he made famous. ‘I’m gonna run it again.’ There’s a long pause, filled only by the gasps of the crowd as his countryman takes a hard bail on his last run. The announcer’s voice booms around the mountainside, underscored by the incessant beat of the kick snare rhythm blasting from the speakers. ‘What the hell…’ Satoru prepares to make his case, but then, ‘Sure.’ Turning to his coach in surprise, he finds Yaga wearing the same stony expression as before, but this time, Satoru knows it isn’t for him. ‘Give ‘em hell, kid,’ he says, voice gruff. ‘How are you feeling?’ ‘Good.’ It isn’t even a lie. The ache in Satoru’s pelvis is easy to ignore when he’s this fucking fired up, all the adrenaline coursing round his system. ‘I can do it.’ At last, Yaga claps Satoru on the shoulder, cuffs him round the back of his neck. ‘I know you can.’
February 9, 2026 at 11:30 PM
weepingpines.bsky.social
RIP Merlyn, you would’ve hated AI
February 9, 2026 at 11:27 PM
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magmawrites.bsky.social
🧟Dead Air🎙️📻

Satoru held the radio closer. “How much do you miss me?” He asked, dropping his voice softer and lower. 

“…” 

“Because I miss you so much it’s kind of pathetic."

🤍Words: 74k
🖤Chp 10/?
🤍Zombie AU, omegaverse
🖤Rated: E

🔗 ao3.org/works/66141730/chapters/204300256

五夏 | satosugu
January 19, 2026 at 9:11 PM
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oddarette.bsky.social
Oooo ahhh. It’s a porcelain snail. I wonder if she’s carrying tea in her shell.
January 13, 2026 at 5:58 PM
weepingpines.bsky.social
just saw this rider in a skijor video and now I want geto on the horse and gojo on the skis
January 11, 2026 at 4:16 AM
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uotuok.bsky.social
still struggling with white hair AND short hair so studies for a precious man
#gojosatoru
January 10, 2026 at 4:58 PM
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fushiglow.bsky.social
A Good Daddy | greaterglow on ao3 👶

Satoru isn't anyone's daddy, but for one person only, he's willing to give it a try.

· #jjk #satosugu
· 8.3k words, oneshot, rated E
· let's enjoy filthy fucking + "family feels" with dada
· for @bearhavior.bsky.social ♥

read: archiveofourown.org/works/76321171
His brain conjured up a million futures he hadn’t realised he was allowed to consider before that very moment, when they’d already long since become impossibilities. There was only one person Satoru would ever want to build a family with in a world where it was an option for him. ‘Kids are for people who plan to grow old one day,’ he said quietly. ‘But if you’d told me that was—’ In an utterly bizarre turn of events, his eyes started to sting as some strange grief started clawing its way up his throat. ‘If you’d told me that you wanted to…’ He trailed off, reluctant to follow a train of thought that would forever lead to a dead end. Pointless, grieving something that could never come to pass. Not in this life. Not in these bodies. ‘Indulge me now, then,’ Suguru whispered. — Satoru isn't anyone's daddy, but for one person only, he's willing to give it a try. From the summary of A Good Daddy by greaterglow on AO3.
December 24, 2025 at 11:15 AM
weepingpines.bsky.social
here’s a weird little sci-fi oneshot for yah

The Sentinel | #jjk #satosugu

- 7.6k words
- Suguru leads a heist
- Satoru powers a city
- WeepingPines learns how to avoid a tangent

archiveofourown.org/works/762189...
December 24, 2025 at 5:59 PM
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marlovingian.bsky.social
Realized I hadn't blogged about this since I finished it, so here it is, my angsty, smutty masterpiece. #gego #夏五
archiveofourown.org/works/66744676
December 24, 2025 at 1:45 AM
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rrealgreen.bsky.social
五夏
December 22, 2025 at 10:06 AM
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uotuok.bsky.social
Sorry, i got lost in my head 🚑 IT S FUCKING WILD IN THERE ?! I do not recommend...
ANYWAYYYYYY
archive.transformativeworks.org/works/533672...
A classic in my book.
#satosugu
December 7, 2025 at 6:26 PM
weepingpines.bsky.social
last #WIP for Whoever Hears before I move that fic to the back burner to focus on some other projects. it'll be a while before I get back to it, so here's a full scene:

#stsg #jjk #satosugu
What follows is a complete scene from Whoever Hears This Melody, walking through a bit of backstory to set the scene for Suguru's current mindset: Suguru had been a painfully honest child, and so for obvious reasons he’d also been a very lonely one. He’d unsettled people. No one liked the kid in the corner, warning earnestly of monsters and staring too long at shadows. He’d unsettled people, but he hadn’t known, and so he hadn’t realized that when people thought of monsters they very often thought of him. They’d stayed well away. Friendships never formed, and neighbors never lingered, but that hadn’t been so bad. Suguru had been too little to understand that he was being shunned, and he’d not realized it was strange for a child to be so often all alone. Suguru was good at being alone. He’d been an imaginative kid, curious and prone to daydreams, and there hadn’t been cause to learn the words for loneliness when he’d been so busy running about, barefoot and starry-eyed, clutching at snails and rocks and whatever else had caught his interest as he’d explored beneath the endless sky. Nor had there been cause to concern himself with the dark looks and jagged words that dogged him—for all their gentleness, his parents had been fierce when it came to defending their boy. They’d been wonderful playmates, his parents. They couldn’t see the things Suguru saw—couldn’t see the monsters in the rice paddies, or the creatures he’d scratch out in black crayon—but they loved him, and so they’d done the best they could for their strange, honest son. Suguru’s father had taught him not to fear those lurking creatures. He’d told him bedtime stories—marvelous, sweeping tales—about beasts and demons and the brave heroes who fought them, and in the morning they’d romp about and fight monsters of their very own. They’d wave sticks and shout wildly and splash about in the garden pond, laughing and laughing, and Suguru would know that he was safe. He was safe because his father was watching over him, and his father was strong. And his mother— His mother had always been on his side. Suguru had been five years old when first he’d exorcised a curse. It had been a mucky thing, pulled from the river, and Suguru had obeyed some animal instinct and swallowed it right down. He’d come home ashen. Trembling. It hadn’t felt at all like he’d thought it might, fighting a real monster. He hadn’t felt strong like his father, or brave like the heroes in the stories. He’d just felt small. His mother had found him curled up in the bathroom. He’d tried to tell her what had happened. Tried to show her. But when the curse appeared suddenly at his side, responding to his instinctive summons and surprising him into a fit of hiccupping tears, she hadn’t been able to see. She’d believed him anyway. She’d held him close as he shook, and she’d rubbed his back as he sicked up black water. She’d cleaned him up, after, and wiped away his tears. She’d kissed his forehead and called him sweet pea. Then she’d made him cocoa in his favorite purple mug, aglow with painted fireflies, and she’d told him he’d been brave, and that she was very proud. And she hadn’t let on that she’d been terrified. She hadn’t let on that she’d seen how the bathmat grew suddenly sodden, soaking up mud from nowhere. She hadn’t let on that she’d seen how it shifted beneath an invisible weight. She hadn’t let on that she’d believed Suguru then like she’d never been able to before, and that she’d been terrified out of her mind for her strange, honest son. She’d just tucked him into bed and sang about the stars. About bright, faraway things. And that had been enough. They had been enough. It could have been a happy childhood had things stayed just like that. But people feared what they did not understand, and people did not understand Suguru. Eventually exclusion hadn’t been sufficient for the quiet boy with the watchful eyes, and when Suguru was old enough to start grade school he began to realize that he was different, and that he was unwelcome. His classmates had been nasty, his teachers suspicious, his neighbors very cold—and Suguru, caught up among them, began to realize that he was the reason for the dark looks, the jagged words. He began to realize that he was hated. And so Suguru began to lie.
November 24, 2025 at 5:12 PM
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mksp.bsky.social
まんじゅう…
October 30, 2025 at 5:14 PM
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hermittycrab.bsky.social
today's prompt is biting and marking 👄

#stsg #夏五夏 #jjktober #kinktober #WIP
October 30, 2025 at 4:36 PM
weepingpines.bsky.social
🙈🫣
meirit.bsky.social Quisty @meirit.bsky.social · Oct 30
Saw it on that other app and decided to modify a bit.

So instead of the number of likes, comment with the number you want to hear the answer to!

(Fellow writers please share I want to ask you questions☺️)
October 30, 2025 at 2:51 PM
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torishio.bsky.social
October 30, 2025 at 2:01 PM
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mzzeph.bsky.social
last words of a shooting star

[ #SuguruGeto #夏油傑 ]
October 24, 2025 at 7:34 PM
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jana-aych-ess.bsky.social
being a writer is so embarrassing. like, "here's what my brain sounds like. hope exposure to this bullshit I soak in all the time changes your fucking life"
October 22, 2025 at 11:37 PM
weepingpines.bsky.social
I swear I’m making progress on my WIPs, and here’s a snippet from chapter 3 of Whoever Hears This Melody to prove it. In other news, I think I have a plot??

#wip #jjk #satosugu
Yaga briefs Satoru and Suguru on their joint mission. Conversation is swiftly derailed: “Do you even know how to buy train tickets?” “No, that’s what you’re for. Anyway, I can just teleport.” “You can’t even make it out of Tokyo.” “Can so.” Satoru stuck his nose in the air. “I managed Chiba in one jump, you know. Feel free to congratulate me whenever.” “Chiba is only fifty kilometers from here,” said Suguru, goading him even though that was actually very impressive, and he hadn’t known Satoru had managed something so far, and he expected lots of details once they were off on their own. He made a mental note to pick up a few celebratory packs of Digimon cards, too, or maybe some daifuku from that place with the fish tanks in the walls. “Yakushima is twenty times that distance. Not to mention you’re not traveling alone.” The look Satoru shot him was all glittering mischief and barely concealed pride. Suguru blinked at him. “No. Really? You cracked it?” “They all survived!” Satoru crowed, his smile blooming wide and triumphant. “And they were only like, a tiny bit smushed! I was gonna start practicing with mammals next, but Shoko’s being very possessive about her lab rats—” “What are you talking about?” Yaga said, cutting him off. “Are you talking about teleporting? With other living things?” He began to look mildly panicked. “What have you been practicing with?” Satoru grinned. “First years.” “He’s using beetles,” Suguru said, before Yaga went apoplectic. “Because the carapace survives even if the beetle doesn’t, and it helps him analyze what went wrong.” “And what went right,” Satoru said, nodding. They’d brainstormed the perfect test subjects over a ferociously competitive game of H-O-R-S-E, some weeks ago. “Survivorship bias, or whatever.”
October 17, 2025 at 6:15 PM
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hermittycrab.bsky.social
the very normal pastime of naked wrestling for today's nonsexual nudity prompt 😌

#stsg #jjktober #WIP
October 15, 2025 at 5:03 PM
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loouisink.bsky.social
They'd be the most insufferable nerd4nerd couple and I love that for them #satosugu #goge #satosugufanart
September 21, 2025 at 8:40 PM