Effie Lovel

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Writer 🌺 40yo 🌺 Nanago brainrot 💙💛 Nanami core 🍞🌻🌊👔 she/her : they/them : 🧡💛🤍🩵💜 : ♠ Weary Jaeger piloted by Satoru Gojo 🤞🏼 AO3: Effie_Lovel / LadySieben Carrd: https://loveleffie.carrd.co/ ⚠️ Anti AI ⚠️

Half a minired velvet cake and half a mini carrot cake
Edit of Nanami Kento from Jujutsu Kaisen: Teenage version to the left, Malaysia dream on the right, adult in the middle with tie undone.
WhatsApp screenshot: hey so um what's this whole thing about omegas and alphas and betas? why would there be a debate about omega batman and beta superman?
Sarah, an all-white cat, sleeping on my computer chair and using my hoodie as a pillow
Screenshot of Ellipsus. The drop-down menu for word correction is open for "donut" with the options "donuts", "don't", "do nut", "do-nut", and "don ut" are available but not just the singular 'donut'.
Bitters preview (image of an old fashioned drink) “You’re not a good match for Satoru, Kento-kun. Whatever he might say, whatever he may claim to want, his clan will not make the same kind of deal with you that I made. He may not be planning to have a kid or a dozen to leave the Gojo clan properly positioned for the next few generations, but his elders are. He gets some leeway now because he’s still young and wilful and there are enough little fires around that asking him to find a spouse and knock her up would come across as frivolous and reckless. But as soon as the situation evens out again, they’ll be on his case about it and he’ll have to comply, whether he agrees or not.” On some level, Nanami knew this. He’d heard Gojo complain about the clan elders trying to set up omiai meetings since they were in school together. He had no idea how many he received while he was away in Kyoto, but in the past two years, Gojo had brought it up a handful of times again. The few times he’d allowed himself to pay more than a passing glance at his own feelings towards Gojo, the matter of clan politics and, specifically, heritage and lineage, had been enough to shut down that train of thought. Nanami was, in the grand scheme of things, no one to come and throw a wrench into centuries of tradition, so he hadn’t dared think of a life where he could be anything other than Gojo’s friend. He knew that, and had, to a degree, accepted it. It still stung like hell when someone else lay the facts in front of him with such detached indifference.
“I don’t know how much anyone’s told you lately, but the council is legitimately scared shitless that he’s going to talk Fushiguro-kun into joining his clan. And the reason Naobito dragged you out of your house when you should’ve been resting is that you’re the only person standing in the way of that, and it has nothing to do with lineage or power. Gojo-san just really likes you and wants you to be safe and happy, and to that very end, he’s willing to upend the playing board those old goats have been nursing since the Heian era.” I was ready to get you away from the Zen’in even before I knew the whole story He felt the flush creep up his neck and cheeks and reach the tops of his ears. He also heard and felt the absolutely undignified whine that emerged from deep within his chest as he flopped back down on the bar. Haibara’s hand resumed its soothing pattern on his back and, next to him, he could hear Higuruma typing away on his phone. The bartender came over again, refilling Haibara’s lemonade and clearing up their empty glasses, and offering more drinks or food. “I think I should jus’ go home,” Nanami said. “Good. I don’t have any sway on the Strongest yearner of our generation and he’s not known for his infinite patience.” Nanami frowned, thought for a moment, then turned towards Haibara. “Translation, please?” Haibara laughed. “I’m guessing Satoru-san is waiting for you.”
Blueberry-Lemon Cheesecake: “Hello, Satoru-kun.” Gojo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Naoya-chan. I take it you didn’t have enough last time and are looking for another trashing?” He stepped outside of the bakery, not wanting to get distracted or to be in the way. Naoya’s laughter from the other side of the line made Infinity thrum, causing people to instinctually move away from him which, in this case, worked more for their benefit than his own. “Hardly. Just wanted to have a chat without the old bags around.” “Oh? What on earth do you think we could possibly need to talk about in private?” “Nanami-kun and his brat. What do you want for them?” Gojo scoffed and found a small alleyway to tuck himself into. “They’re not goods and services to barter for, Nao-chan.” “Everyone has a price, Satoru-kun, especially otherwise useless pieces like those two. Toji-kun had no issues naming his for the pup, and my father would’ve had no qualms paying it. It was all going to work out fine until your meddlesome boyfriend and his friend got in the way.” “Careful there, Nao-chan—it almost sounds like you’re jealous.”
Screenshot of an Ellipsus WIP: “I’m not laughing at you, just near you. And it’s because
Screenshot of a dialogue box in Ellipsus. Document name: Bitters Description: Finally??
Screenshot of an Ellipsus file word count at 5,611 words
Beef “Isn’t that what Satoru-kun wants? To adopt Megumi-chan into the Gojo clan to protect him from the big, bad, evil Zen’in? Well, more to bolster the Gojos already unfair advantage, I’d say, but the end result is the same: you’re the puppy’s guard dog so anyone who wants him has to bring you to heel first. Or, what? Did you think Satoru-kun’s attentions were genuine?” Nanami was on Naoya in a second, weapon pressed against his throat. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Zen’in, so I’d shut my mouth if I were you.” “I’ve known him and every other clan brat longer than you, Kento-kun. You’re nothing to us but a fly in the ointment, a bothersome, clanless middle-man between that snotty Ten Shadows and political advantage. If you think any of the major three clans will suffer your meddling much longer, you’re in for a rough awakening.” Nanami switched from his weapon to his hand, holding Naoya against the tree by the throat, squeezing hard enough to make him wheeze and cough. “I know perfectly well what my place in jujutsu is, Zen’in, and just how much more valuable Megumi-kun is than myself. But I made a promise and I will keep it, even if I have to lay down my life for it.” “Was hoping you’d say that,” Naoya choked out. The pain was immediate but the anger quickly overshadowed it. "This should also be familiar, right, Nanamin?”
New chibi illustrations for Jujutsu Kaisen. Itadori is eating toast, Megumi is eating onigiri with Kon by his side, Nobara is eating taiyaki, Nanami is having tea (or coffee?) with a marshmallow in his other hand, Gojo is sitting with a grill between his legs and tea in front of him.
Naoya huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, if you must know, I got curious about your little puppy. I mean, you and the old man went through a lot of trouble to keep him hidden and all of a sudden he’s ready to show off to all of jujutsu? Who wouldn’t want to see what the usurper is capable of?” Nanami felt Megumi’s cursed energy spike and he took another half-step back, gently clasping the boy’s arm and squeezing briefly. “If you had bothered to speak to your father before waltzing in here, you’d know that Megumi-kun has no interest in your clan’s leadership. He doesn’t even carry your last name.” For the first time since his arrival, Naoya’s smile faltered and turned into a half-snarl. “Toji-kun was a dramatic one but the fact remains that his cub is a Zen’in. One with the Ten Shadows, which automatically makes him a threat to the rest of us.” Nanami’s weapon went up again, its blunted edge grazing Naoya’s chin. Before anyone could say or do anything, a burst of cursed energy kicked up dust all around them and, a blink later, Gojo was standing between Nanami and Megumi, chin hooked on Nanami’s left shoulder with his arm casually draped over his right shoulder. He was grinning, blindfold firmly in place, but Nanami could feel the tension in his posture. “Kids, go to the principal’s office. Everyone’s waiting over there.” When all he got in response where nine different rebuttals, he lowered his voice and said, “That’s an order. Now.” He was still smiling as he said it even if his voice was icy and flat. Grumbling and throwing dirty looks Naoya’s way, the group moved away. Megumi and Maki lingered, though, one’s attention centered on Nanami, the other’s on Naoya. Gojo huffed and turned to them, arm never leaving Nanami. “Go on. Nothing to see here, we’ll be right over.”
He knew he should be used to it by now, but Nanami was still blindsided by the students. It was an ambush, really, and even though he wanted to feel affronted and betrayed, he instead found himself ready to give in the moment he saw them waiting for him in his office, food and drink in their hands like an offering to placate a tempestuous god. “No,” he said, shrugging off his suit jacket and hanging it next to the door. He purposefully angled himself away from them, doing his level best to hide the smile tugging at his lips without permission. “You don’t even know what we’re going to say!” Kirara cried. “Yeah! At least hear us out, Nanamin!” Yuuji seconded. “You’re going to say yes, anyway. Can we skip the back and forth?” Maki added, rolling her eyes.
Nanami took a deep breath and massaged his temples. “I sometimes forget just how much of a manipulative bastard you can be…” “Aw, it’s one of my best features~” “It’s really not.” “Oh? What would you say it is, then? I’m really curious!” “We’re not playing ‘things you love about Gojo Satoru’ right now. Or ever.” “Bo-ring! You gotta meet me halfway here, Nanamin! So choose: we figure out how you can train with all the students ooooor, you name eight things you love about me~ One for each student you’ll be letting down.”
Chibi group picture of Gojo, Nanami, Yuuji, Megumi, Maki, Nobara, Panda, and Inumaki having a picnic. Title: BBQ Preview text: “What is he up to now?” he asked Gojo. “He’s running a fight club in Tochigi,” came Gojo’s nonchalant response. After a beat with no punchline or snickering, Nanami said, “You’re serious.” “Yep,” Gojo replied, popping the word obnoxiously. “Mostly sorcerers without cursed techniques, some non-sorcerers, too. So far he’s been careful about not disclosing cursed energy or curses to the general public but he might get it into his head that that could be more profitable and then things would get really messy.” “And you’re expecting me to do what, exactly?” “Just talk to him! I mean, it’d majorly suck if he decides to really quit school and work outside of jujutsu regulations, but if that’s what he wants he should at least be smarter about it. You’ve been on both sides of the coin so you might be able to provide a perspective he respects more than my own reasoning.” “Which was?” Nanami asked, genuinely curious. “If he keeps up his little side project then he’ll eventually draw the mummies’ attention and they’ll want to deal with him more permanently. Buuut, if what he really wants to do is fight, he’ll get way more of that by graduating and working as a sorcerer.” Nanami hummed, mulling it over. It was a sound argument, even if Gojo wasn’t particularly eloquent in his delivery.
Dag (white st Bernard with brown spots) sleeping on his side in front of the fridge
Screenshot from Artemis II mission control. There is an Artemis (white cat from Sailor Moon) plushie on one of the desks!
“Fine,” he grumbled. “Only a couple of hours, and you better wake me up if you need help.” Gojo grinned, wide and a bit on the loon side, as he steered Nanami towards the bedroom. “Of course, of course! Sleep tight, Nanamin~!” He came out a few minutes later and tossed Nanami’s phone to Megumi, who caught it and made sure notifications were on in case anyone tried to contact Nanami before putting it away. “Did you get his alarm clock?” “Yep,” Gojo said, stretching. “And added a noise cancellation seal to the door. He should be able to sleep soundly for a few hours.” Yuuji frowned a bit, arms crossed. “I know he’s stubborn but, won’t he be mad we’re doing all this?” Gojo patted him on the shoulder, smiling reassuringly. “He’ll blame me, so don’t worry about it.” “That’s not—” Gojo clapped twice, cutting Yuuji off. “I’ll start bringing things over from my place while you kids prep the meat and veggies for the grill.” And with that, he was done. Yuuji visibly drooped while Megumi sighed, motioning for him to follow him to the kitchen. “He’s feeling guilty about dragging Nanami-san into all this without asking first. This is his messed up way of apologizing.” “Oh. I guess that’s why Ieiri-sensei calls him a masochist, huh?”
Apple pie on a cast iron skillet with Baker Nanami in his spotted yellow mug
Screenshot of Phantom Parade. She looks surprised and says: No way! Why is it math all of a sudden?!
Screenshot from Phantom Parade. Yuuji looks distressed and says: Man... I don't know. If only Fushiguro were here.
Screenshot of the Spanish version of PhanPara, showing seance Toji as an SSR memory. The name of the memory is "asesino autómata", roughly translated to "automated assassin".
Screenshot of an SSR recollection bit in Phan Para featuring "resurrected"/"seance" Toji titled "Killing Doll"
“Bananamin! Good morning~!” “Don’t ‘good morning’ me, Gojo. What would you have done if I wasn’t home for whatever reason?” “Eh? Why wouldn’t you? Ijichi said he dropped you off last night.” Nanami bit back a frustrated groan. “Still. You didn’t hear back from me to confirm any of your plans. You could’ve sent Hakari-kun and Kirara-chan on a pointless errand—on a Saturday morning, no less.” “It’s so damn cute Kirara-chan got you calling them that so quickly, you know that?”
Fully baked focaccia resting in the pan. Baker Nanamin looking on proudly
Proofed focaccia dough with cherry tomatoes, garlic, and basil. Mini baker Nanamin continues to supervise, this time from his yellow black-spotted mug
Focaccia dough stretched on a sheet pan. Supervised by baker Nanamin
Screenshot of my AO3 profile: My pseuds: Effie_LovelI joined on: 2024-01-17 My user ID is:20239570 Bio Writer 🌺 40yo 🌺 Nanago brainrot 💙💛 Nanami core 🍞🌻🌊👔 she/her : they/them : 🧡💛🤍🩵💜 : ♠ Weary Jaeger piloted by Satoru Gojo 🤞🏼 This profile will be dedicated exclusively to Jujutsu Kaisen content, mostly Nanago/Gonana but other ships, as well. You can find me on Tumblr and Bluesky for general chatter as well as WIPs and rants about my ongoing stories and projects. I also have a Carrd with other contact info, including my other AO3 account for Final Fantasy VII fics (be warned, though, as it has been a long time since I last updated there. 💛🩵💛🩵💛🩵💛 Current/ongoing fics: 💛 The Way to the Heart is Through the Kitchen 🩵 trinoda necessitas 💛 Two Souls 🩵 Undisclosed Desires 💛 oblivious (promise)
A wry smile painted itself across Nanami’s lips. “I did say it will take time. If you’re thinking we’ll get there within either of our lifespans, I’m afraid you are grossly miscalculating how deep the corruption lies or how much change Gojo-san can effect in the short term.” Kinji frowned for a few seconds before breaking out in unfettered laughter. “He wouldn’t like you talking about him like that.” Nanami shrugged. “He has. His reaction is always more or less the same as yours right now.”
Screenshot of a WIP on Ellipsus, with "something something" used as a placeholder between two paragraphs
“Nanami? You’re a Grade One, aren’t you?” he folded his arms across his chest, sleep gone from his eyes as he straightened to his full height, head cocked to the side, eyes narrowed in obvious suspicion. “Yes, I am.” “What are you doing here? If those idiots sent you to threaten me to go back—” “Nothing of the sort,” Nanami interjected, one hand up in a ‘stop’ motion. “Like I told Kirara-chan earlier, I’m just here to check in on you two on behalf of Gojo-san.” Kinji rolled his eyes, posture relaxing minutely. “Same shit. You’re going to try to get me to return, who you’re representing doesn’t make a difference.” “Kin-chan! Don’t be disrespectful.” “It’s alright, Kirara-chan. I understand Hakari-kun’s apprehension. I’m not going to lie and say that Gojo-san has changed his mind and no longer cares if you return or not—you are his students, after all, and he worries about you whether you’re at the tech or decide to leave. He just wants to make sure that you’re safe and that you have enough information to make the best decision possible.” Kirara walked up to Kinji and dragged him to the couch, passing him a cup of what Nanami assumed was coffee and a sandwich. “Eat something and listen to him, Kin-chan. You know Maki-chan and the rest trust him, so at least give him a chance.”
75 plus the hiragana for seventy five
Toji tells Nanami about the one time he went to the Gojo compound to catch a glimpse of Satoru and how unsettled he was by the encounter. Nanami: Only you would have beef with a five-year-old, Toji-san.
Ellipsus screenshot, everything blurred except for Megumi [2 at the beginning of the actual story (no flashbacks)] Just vibing.
Tablet connected to a keyboard and mouse on top of a small portable table. Water and coffee to the side
At the back, a brown paper gift bag with a red tag. In front, a Grumpy Bear pin and a Gojo Satoru ramen bowl
“Believe me, I’m not dragging anyone anywhere. They have eyes, Kento, and neither you nor Satoru-san are as discreet as you both want to believe you are. Although, to be honest, I don’t think Satoru-san is trying to hide anything anymore, and while I understand your reasoning for wanting to keep your distance, at this point you’re the only one still in denial. Even Suguru’s noticed and he can be as dense as a pound cake.”
pro tempore chapter 1: foreboding “Geto-san,” he called, resting his palm against he barrier. From this close, he could almost taste the distress of Geto’s pheromones. It made his alpha stir impatiently. “Geto,” he tried again. He pushed against he barrier gently but firmly and felt it give way slightly. On instinct, he removed the scent patches from his wrists and placed both hands on the barrier, carefully leaning his weight against it. “Suguru.” There was a sound like a sigh as the barrier finally dissipated amidst mulberry-red wisps of cursed energy. He took a couple of steps back when Rainbow Dragon trained its golden eyes on him. “Hey, it’s me, Nanami. I’m just trying to help Geto-san.” The curse tilted its head to the side, unblinking eyes appearing to stare right through Nanami. A low growl started from deep within it, it’s shiny body vibrating and making the whole room resonate with it. A shaky hand emerged from the center of the coil the curse had set itself in and patted it slowly. The dragon’s reaction was near instantaneous. It huffed softly—or as softly as it could; it still kicked up a small dust cloud in Nanami’s direction—before gently uncoiling itself and depositing Geto on the floor before disappearing. A grunt escaped Geto’s lips and spurred Nanami into action.
White Saint Bernard puppy being held by me. He looks happy
A plate with 6 bulgogi dumplings and veggie stir fry in the middle
The barrier was semi-translucent at this point and Nanami could see that the curse that was coiled around Geto was Rainbow Dragon, which was unnerving because it was usually a huge entity. It appeared to have shrunk somewhat, though, which Nanami knew better than to equate to it being less dangerous. “Geto-san,” he called, resting his palm against he barrier. From this close, he could almost taste the distress of Geto’s pheromones. It made his alpha stir impatiently. “Geto,” he tried again. He pushed against he barrier gently but firmly and felt it give way slightly. On instinct, he removed the scent patches from his wrists and placed both hands on the barrier, carefully leaning his weight against it. “Suguru.” There was a sound like a sigh as the barrier finally dissipated amidst mulberry-red wisps of cursed energy. He took a couple of steps back when Rainbow Dragon trained its golden eyes on him. Nanami could only get a glimpse of Geto as the curse expanded now that it had the room to do so, taking up a good third of the area. It pushed some of the unconscious curse users away from itself but paid them no mind, all its attention fixed on Nanami. Nanami brought his hands up in a placating motion, relaxing his stance and his scent. He hadn’t interacted much with Geto’s curses—Gojo played with them, and even the Hasaba twins got rides on some of them from time to time—but Geto had told him that they responded to pheromones pretty much the same way a human would, picking up on intent through them. He had also seen both Geto and Gojo talked to them (at them?) like one would to a pet, so he decided to give it a try. “Hey, it’s me, Nanami. I’m just trying to help Geto-san.”
Sarah, my white cat, standing on my desk, looking unimpressed at my efforts to write
My black cat, Ripley, smoothed between the couch's arm rest and my side, sleeping