#casual jjk

[muniimyg]

casual jk inspo pics pls :(

oh my gAWD i miss those two…. i have to write their remaining drabbles soon 👀 say it with me… casual oc paved a way for your universe oc 🤣 causal oc was literally treated like a sewer rat 😭😭😭 HAUWHAHA

(1-5) casual jk … i miss him. anything along the lines of low quality college boyfriend jungkook pics are basically IT.

(6-10) … self explanatory. their relationship always had a childish undertone ,, they have always been & will always be each others best friends 🥲

PS i still completely stand with casual (1) playlist 🥴 thAT SHIT TOO ACCURATE WITH THE WAY I WROTE THEIR STORY 🙄🙄🙄 every time those songs play i think of them … esp all in, sincerity is scary, better, crew, don’t wanna fall in love, & casual

all in: “i don’t really know how to be more than your friend / i think i’m scared to fall in / don’t wanna go all in”

sincerity is scary: “i feel like you’re running out of all the things i liked you for / why can’t we be friends, when we are lovers?”

better: “you say we’re just friends but i swear when nobody’s around”

crew: “everybody stick together / everybody grow together”

don’t wanna fall in love: “honestly i’m better as your boy / i’d be kinda shitty as your man / let’s go back to only being friends” / “i’m sorry it’s you but hey what should i do? / be happy with lies or be sad with the truth? / don’t be ashamed, you see love is a game / and i still want to play / i’m just too scared to lose and i know you are too / i don’t want to fall in love”

casual: …. this entire song LOL i was listening to it and asked myself if this song was a fanfic what would it be like …??? then … i posted casual 🥹

[hinamie]

new official illust of them with puppies healed something in me

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

Gojo "Touch Starved" Satoru

[zuzu-draws]

Trolling aside, i think there is some great importance as to why Gege chose this specific manner of panelling for the Yuji-Sukuna confrontation in JJK 264. We can't help but think that Gege's trying to show us some sort of a parallel between Gojo and Sukuna in this situation.

In JJK, there's this interesting notion of one's decision to go "North" or "South" as explained by Nanami during Gojo's death Flashback:

And we all know, that chapter of Gojo's death is titled as "Go South", which highly implies that Gojo chose to stay as who he was, as opposed to starting as something completely anew.

Now the interesting point in the Yuuji-Sukuna confrontation is that apparently...

....the destination for the supposed train within Yuuji's domain...is "North".

Which means that Yuuji's taking Sukuna towards the North.......

They're heading towards the North.....do you guys understand what that means?? For BOTH of them??? Q C Q

[go-go-gojo]

Woke up this morning expecting a Sukuna beatdown and instead I got Yuji telling me that my life has value no matter what I do or fail to do because we aren’t born to be tools and “just the tiny fragments of memories that make up a person drifting elsewhere give value to a human life” and oh my god why am I crying at 4am

[epickiya722]

It is so funny to me that Uraume laughed at Yuji with Sukuna over how "pathetic" he looked (in 215) and then not too long after that (presumably) Sukuna tells them about Kenjaku having birthed Yuji after hooking up with his reincarnated twin and Uraume is just like "Ah, crap" while Sukuna acts like it's no big deal.

Look! In 257, Uraume sweats!

[plasterdrain]

was it casual when the last time you met your best friend you were trying to kill him, you really killed him years later and now you met him once again, but this is not him (just his body), this time his soul was trying to save you.

isn't it ironically beautiful.

[satoruxx]

Omg the new coworker. I just KNOW toji would come home one day, excited for dinner and smell him on you, and you won’t talk about what happened that day cause your in a bad mood cause the guy pissed you off or maybe he kept doing those “technically innocent but also completely unwelcome touches”

ugh the crazy part about this is that toji would KNOW. i feel like he'd not only be able to smell that guy on you, but also smell the discomfort radiating off your body. and after that well... let's just hope toji never gets his claws on that guy...

so yeah when he gets home and smells the guy, he's already pissed tf off. because who is this clown who dares get near you?? doesn't he know that toji exists??? that you already have a man ready to lay down the world at your feet?????

fucking fool.

but if you're upset??? oh don't start he'll actually go feral. you won't even need to say anything and he's sitting down at your feet with narrowed eyes, asking you what the fuck happened.

don't even try brushing him off he's literally the most stubborn asshole you'll ever meet. when you finally spill it, telling him how all you were doing was training the guy but he kept finding excuses to touch you and how uncomfy it made you, toji's claws have tore a hole in your carpet.

he'll try and remain calm but he's really fucking bad at it. you tell him it's fine and to forget about it and he's like "no give me his name, i'll take care of it."

if you're able to convince toji NOT to kill the guy, he will tell you to either call that guy out or report him. if you don't do either of those, toji will in fact take care of it.

so when your coworker is following you out one night after your shift, trying to talk to you as you do your best to brush him off, both of you end up stopping in your tracks when you see the wolf hybrid waiting by the door. you're so speechless when his jade green eyes find yours, mouth agape as he takes two long strides to meet you.

"ready to go?" he asks casually, swinging an arm around your shoulders. you blink at him in confusion, but he looks completely calm, as though this is normal.

"oh..." your coworker sounds a little disappointed, eyeing toji with suspicion. he takes a step back from you, the hand that was reaching for your arm suddenly retracting. "is this your boyfriend?"

"what's it to you?" the wolf sneers in repsonse. the bulky arm around your shoulder tightens, pulling you closer to his body, and all you can do is blink again. your coworker shrinks a little, eyes going wide because toji looks mean. it almost reminds you of the agression he once showed you in that alleyway all those months ago—but it's worse. his teeth are bared, ears pointed and eyes practically glowing with rage. he looks bigger than ever, like he can snap your coworker in half with just his pinky finger (which you're sure, he can). his voice is just barely a rumble. "who the hell are you anyway?"

"oh um—"

"forget it. i don't give a fuck." toji's voice is clipped. you almost shiver at the tone, but then his icy glare goes a little softer as he looks down at you. he isn't smiling, but something in his gaze tells you that he's pretty fucking satisfied. "let's go home."

you bite back a smile as he leads you away, arm still secure around your shoulder.

and toji, well... he just continues staring straight ahead, ribcage thumping because you're literally looking at him with stars in your eyes.

[yuutaguro]

summertime magic ☀️

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[juniperdugong]

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Pairing: Nanami x GN!reader Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst CW: post death Nanami, mentions of death WC: 800

Day 5 of To Halloween with Love Event

A/N: Am I sorry that the first Nanami fic I make is angst? Nahhhh

You were shaking - so absolutely terrified of any result that would come out of your little endeavor tonight. If it didn't work then you'd just be left feeling as empty if not more so than before. If it did work then... well you didn't know what would happen but any way that this went you'd probably be left crying.

---

The last time you and Nanami spoke was over text. You waited outside the bakery that you both had wanted to go to since its opening. It's been months since the actual opening date but your schedules never aligned perfectly for anything more than a date-night-in since then.

Shifting in your clothes you leaned up against the wall. Neither of you minded if the other was ever late, things happen and at least you both would be able to spend time together no matter how small. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, must be a text from Kento letting you know he'll be there soon.

[6:48pm] Sorry, my love. Got called in. Looks like I'll be working overtime, don't wait up for me. Just get yourself something sweet on my card.

You can't deny that you felt a tinge of disappointment but more so than that you felt sad. This was one of the only nights you had off for a while and you'd both talked about how important it was to make time for each other amidst the chaos of work.

Dragging yourself back to the subway station after grabbing whatever pastry caught your eye, you try to hide the small tears that dare will themselves out of you. It really shouldn't surprise you - Nanami's job was important, you didn't understand just how important... but important enough to forgive him when it came to moments like this.

Another dinging vibration comes from your pocket,

[6:59pm] I love you so much, y/n.

And your heart pangs with hurt - a sinking feeling that overwhelms you as you step onto the crowded train car.

"Announcement: All lines bound for Shibuya station have been suspended. Please make the necessary transfers to get to your intended destination. For help please visit..."

---

And you would've said it back had you known what would happen that night. The unforgivable pain that that night and the days after would bring you. The memory of having to identify a half-burnt body lying on a metal table in front of people you know have a hand in making him go to Shibuya that night. Those colleagues and supervisors who, above all, kept a straight face as you wailed and failed to comfort you by telling you off stories about their history with Nanami that you could care less about after the death of your fiance.

But now there was a chance, however slim, of redemption. A board in front of you as you held a planchette to your heart in silent prayer that you hoped the man you'd once dreamed of calling husband could hear.

You made sure everything was perfect, even going as far as getting professional opinion on the session from a psychic - Of course ignoring the bit about never attempting to contact someone you once knew or doing the session alone. This was important enough that such a warning meant nothing in your mind.

Gathering your courage you finally placed the planchette on the board, "Nanami Kento... if you are here with me- God, I hope you are- If you are here please move the piece towards 'YES' on the board"

And you waited. Repeating yourself after 4 minutes. And then again at 3 minutes later. And once more after a full 10 minutes had passed. By now your confidence had dwindled enough to think this was a completely stupid thing to try. About to take your hands off the board the clock struck 7pm.

Your hands begin to move and for a second you think it's your subconscious trying to make up for all the sadness in your heart so that you won't fall deeper into despair and depression. "YES", it led you.

"Who is this?"

K-E-N

You couldn't handle it. Tears overcome you as your body quivers from the emotions flooding your system and you hope to whoever was on the other side of this board that this wasn't a sick game.

"Hey, K- Ken..." You sobbed between speaking, "How have you been?" And you smile weakly - In the moment forgetting procedure and letting your hands fall from the board to wipe your tears.

O-K M-Y L-O-V-E

Your eyes bulge out of your skull as the planchette moves on its own instinctively backing away speechless you gasp as you hit something behind you. A cold chill enrapturing your body.

"Lovely, I hate seeing you cry..."

A/N: Oh to be haunted by ghost Nanami... wouldn't be afraid of those peeping eyes for sureeee, this took longer for me to write because of how I wanted to approach it. Honestly could be a fic.

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[literaila]

were there any occurrences back in the day where gojo and reader almost kissed?

“i’m not helping you with this.”

gojo is sprawled across the bleachers, his limbs way too long, his hair getting all over your notebook. “please,” he repeats, for the fifth time, “he’s going to kill me if i turn it in late again.”

“maybe go ask one of your friends,” you suggest, idly, not even bothering to pull on the white mop that is currently smudging your neat writing. “oh wait. you can’t.”

there’s a smirk on your face because you quite like it when gojo begs

“is this another—“

“‘cause you don’t have any.”

two otherworldly eyes meet yours. gojo glances up at you with a sort of irritation you rarely get to see on him. “how many times are you going to make that joke?” he asks, grumbling. “it’s getting old.”

you grin. “not to me.”

and then you push him away and he sighs as he lays on the bench, one leg propped in front of you, the other folded almost underneath his torso.

“can you go now? i actually need to finish my assignment.”

gojo makes another pathetic noise. “yaga said no more missions until i turn it in, though,” he pokes you with a shoe. “how am i supposed to buy more pocky if i can’t leave school grounds?”

“bribe suguru to buy some for you.”

“that doesn’t work anymore.”

you raise a brow, pushing his foot away. “what’d you do?”

“i didn’t do anything,” he pouts at you, leaning up. “who ever said a verbal contract was binding?”

“mm… the civil code, i think.”

gojo scoffs. “well, i’m still not paying him.”

“what a shame,” you sigh, abandoning your paperwork—how are you supposed to focus with his syrupy voice droning on, anyway? “i guess the next week will be filled with your sugar withdrawals.”

“or…” gojo sits up, smiling at you—his most irritating one, of course, like he knows some secret. “you could help me with this assignment.”

“i’m not cheating for you.”

“‘help,’” he repeats, “do you know what ‘help’ is?”

“your version of help is having me give you all of the answers and then purposefully misspelling some words so yaga won’t notice.”

“do you think i’m illiterate?” gojo asks, mock hurt.

you laugh. “aren’t you?”

he frowns. “now you have to help me.”

“go ask geto, or shoko, or literally anyone else. why am i your first choice whenever you want to annoy someone?”

you see his eyelashes flutter from the tips of his glasses. “because you have the best reactions,” he answers, slyly.

you look away, shaking your head.

“and you’re the smartest. and meanest. i like it when you’re mean to me.”

you look back over, scoffing. “yeah, i know,” you slide over, just a bit. “you freak.”

who said kissing ass never worked?

you really need to work on setting some boundaries with him. or your own idiocy. maybe you should ask shoko if you got a concussion last time you sparred with nanami.

“what’s the assignment?” you ask, making sure not to look at gojo’s face.

he grins, leaning down anyway. as if he doesn’t know what you’re doing. as if he’s not aware that his grins are your breaking point—that they’ll either push you further away or draw you in so close that you can taste his breath.

as if he can’t feel it too.

“you’re going to help me?” he asks, far too proud. “really?”

“you’re buying me lunch next time we have a mission together,” you tell him. “and dinner.”

“am i?”

you look up at him, eyes sharp, mouth ready to—

but he’s right there, and gojo doesn’t know a single thing about personal space.

and you thought that you were used to this. used to feeling like you can see his eyes, even with his blacked out shades. used to the glimmering edges of his teeth, and the smooth shine to his skin.

used to him and his words and..

god damn it. why does he have to make everything so difficult?

and really, it’s not your fault when you lean forward a little bit—because there’s a slight breeze and you were pushed. because you just lost your balance for a second and you just need to straight out again.

and it’s not even you leaning in at all. it’s gojo—it’s always gojo. it’s always satoru making the wrong moves and pushing these things too far, and it’s not your fault that his lips are pink and your eyes are drawn to them, or that everything about him is so hard and soft and—

you flinch away when a bird sings, or when the wind changes, or when you finally catch on to the tone of your own thoughts.

you lean back again, hating yourself for every moment that you didn’t before.

“i—“ you clear your throat. “you are. buying me things, i mean. you are.”

gojo swallows. “okay.”

“okay.”

he doesn’t look at you and you don’t look at him. the two of you pause for a moment, the silence entirely too loud.

“okay,” you repeat. “what’s it about, again?”

[goatyuuji]

He is soooo annoying, you were god sent Geto Suguru…

Also Gojo Satoru I know what you are 🫵🏽🫵🏽🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🌈🌈

[hinamie]

quick itfs sketch page

[lungslash]

is it casual now ? ( photographer shoko x model reader ) ⚢

synps ; you and shoko had always been just friends— nothing more, and nothing less. obviously, you wished there was something more, and you can’t deny that there’d always been a string pulling you both towards each other, but it's hard to try and move on from the 'situationship' status when you have everyone watching your every step as a new, popular model.

content ; smau, girl x girl, fem reader, modern!au & no curse!au, situationship, harsh language, crack!fic. ( to be updated )

comment to be added 2 the taglist

I. PROLOGUE & CHAPTERS ✦ II. TAGLIST (11 / 50) : @mimiixen @sunaemoby @csolya @uzumakioden @urbisexualfriend @yatowmotd @skzhoiic @explicit-lyrics @sp1dey-mp3 @inosfavgf @k4ss11333 @soraya-daydreams

[nanami-is-nanamean]

I imagine that nanami, out of all the sorcerers ever, is so Normal that it circles back to being crazy— i kept thinking abt how gojo says that "every jujutsu sorcerer is some kind of crazy" and started thinking abt nanami and how much he just yearns for a normal life but cant do that because his sense of justice and fulfillment in sorcery is much too strong for him to be in a normal life and caused him to go back and like—yeah no i can see nanami having that special type of crazy, that even other sorcerers would claim is weird KJDFGKSR

if the "crazy" people say ur crazy, then babygirl ur a special one 💖💖

cuz i can see him being like—so dedicated to the idea, that he actually looks fucking nuts abt it. he talks abt his being a sorcerer in terms thatll make you think he's in some kind of freelance work and YEAH SURE HE KIND OF IS I GUESS but also like in vague enough terms that were it not for the fact that the people he usually talks too are sorcerers too, youd think that hes like—a freelance financial advisor, or a freelance bodyguard or, someone who helps run a martial arts/gym space, or a stunt man trainer/choreographer, or something—

like—"my last job? the client was quite happy with the results, there was minimal damages to the asset i was assigned to take care of, and minimal personnel required. overall, I'd say it was one of my smoother jobs."

and you'd think like "oh okay, he's probably some sort of hired security. maybe he was helping transfer some important item to a storage facility"

and in reality—it was actually a cursed object that started to go fucking haywire and attracting crazy cursed spirits to the area. the client was happy because the windows caught it early before any big damage happened to the area—just a couple of broken doors and windows, and like 3 destroyed walls which is actually on the LOWER END of collateral damage concerning curses. ESPECIALLY considering that there was such a large number already gathered there. and nanami's a bit of a self sacrificial bastard (beloved), so you bet ur ASS that he took a direct hit, and broke multiple bones and made the executive decision to not get anyone else involved because DAMMIT if he misses an episode of the great british bake off, he doesnt know what he's gonna do. he cant risk extending the mission too much, he cant let prue leith and paul hollywood down—

every single person he's worked with has, at some point in time, wondered why he just hasnt become an assistant manager instead—the threat to ur life is SIGNIFICANTLY LESS, and there is some overlap between what he did in his salaryman years and what the managers do. HELL, you can even see him training some of the newer managers (with ijichis approval and permission ofc) (hell sometimes ijichi assigns the newer ones to work with him to secretly give them training) (he always fesses up after the mission tho fdkbjgk)

and then while they're chillin in the breakroom, shooting the shit and drinking coffee, someone mentions his salaryman past. and dear LORD the pure vitriol and venom that started spewing out of his mouth when given the opportunity to shit talk having a regular job—if he didnt have such good control over his CE, he wouldve spawned a Special Grade from how much he DESPISED his old job JKHFDLKJhgbLS

and considering the similarities between that old job and being a manager, yeah no—everyone understands why he doesnt become a manager instead LJKSDfhLGJkSDFKLh

[seiwas]

hello selly my darling!! im sorry its been so long! 🤍🤍 a little snack 🍓🍓

for the ask game, choso + sleeeepy please :)

emu hello 🥺 no need to apologise!! thank you for the little snack, and for sending in a prompt! 💗

contains: best friend's older brother choso, one-sided pining? maybe? it's a crush

choso + sleepy

weekends with yuuji are pretty standard.

he either goes for a morning hike or run, and you join him sometimes, depending on your mood. after that, you grab breakfast at the small cafe down his street, grabbing something for his (hot) older brother, choso, too, while you're at it. then, the rest of the day varies depending on what's needed for the following week.

it's a routine you've built up throughout uni and has been a major constant in your life thus far. your week never feels complete unless you end it with your best friend and coffee.

this weekend, you skip hiking with yuuji and opt to meet him straight back at his apartment when he's finished, which is also something you've done plenty of times before, except―

when you open the door with the spare key you own, you find choso standing right in the middle of their living room, holding a pillow with nothing but his sweatpants on. he only stares at you, eye half-lidded as his hair fans around his face like a disheveled lion's mane.

you freeze, blinking once then twice before squeaking out a small, "sorry!" and stepping out again.

in all your weekends spent with yuuji, this has never happened before.

choso usually sleeps in, only waking up by the time you and yuuji prepare lunch. he's never usually up and about at 8:52 a.m.

the lock clicks as he moves to open the door to welcome you back in. and when he does, he still looks the same―unbothered and completely unaware that he's standing half-naked in front of you.

it takes extra effort for you to keep your gaze up as he greets you, "yuuji is still out."

"y-yeah," you stutter, "i told him i'd meet him here." you catch a glimpse of the room behind him and notice the messy heap of pillows and blankets on the couch then realize, "unless i can't! then—"

he shakes his head, hair swinging around as he rubs at his eyes, still a little sleepy, "feel free." his arm stretches out to motion to the rest of the space, as if to emphasize, "you practically live here."

you chuckle nervously as you step back inside.

"sorry, it's messy," he gestures at the mess of pillows on the couch, "fell asleep watching a movie last night."

this is not the first time you've ever interacted with choso; you're actually normally comfortable around him, albeit a little stuttery from the kind-of mini crush you've developed on him since sophomore year. but he's also almost never like this―lean muscles and bedhead on full display as he talks to you, voice hoarse with the cutest bit of sleepiness still on his face.

you swear, this is a recipe for your own demise.

he passes you a glass of water as he yawns from across the kitchen island, hand going straight to scratch his stomach.

"thanks," you give him a small smile, drinking it immediately in an attempt to conceal how flustered you feel. "will you be joining us for breakfast?"

the sound of his footsteps dragging across the floor accompanies the slight hum he makes while thinking. his fingers run through his hair, ruffling them as he answers, "i can," then another pause before he continues, looking at you straight in the eyes as he asks, "do you want me to?"