#c: geto (jjk)

[kosagum]

jjk characters and their favorite studio ghibli film

nausicaä of the valley of the wind: junpei castle in the sky: mechamaru grave of the fireflies: mai, choso my neighbor totoro: yuuji, yu kiki's delivery service: momo only yesterday: kento, yuta porco rosso: aoi, toji pom poko: panda princess mononoke: shoko, nobara, maki, toge spirited away: utahime the cat returns: kasumi howl's moving castle: misato ponyo: satoru arrietty: tsumiki the wind rises: megumi the tale of the princess kaguya: suguru, riko the boy and the heron: noritoshi

[i-mean-y-not]

Why?

It would never last…

It could never last.

On the day you’d discovered it, everything was normal. He acted as if nothing was wrong. Kissed you before he left and gave his dog a light scratch behind the ears. Then he was off to work. With the day off and absolutely nothing to do, you did menial tasks and tidied up to wait for his return. Dating a man as well known as him wasn’t an easy feat.

The misinformation that constantly came out, the long hours at the work, and the overwhelming exhaustion he faced everyday. But despite it all, you never left.

After two years, life finally made sense with him and for him. After dusting off the lamp that resides in the corner of the room, you find your way to his nightstand and open it slightly to make sure everything is neatly arranged.

Everything looks normal, yet there’s something hidden, tucked away in the top right corner that looks oddly unfamiliar. When you see the metallic and the sleek red design you discover that it’s a phone. Now it isn’t odd to have a second phone. However, a phone your partner hasn’t the foggiest idea about is concerning.

So you grab it, turn it on and immediately wish you hadn’t. There are pictures of a woman that scream familiarity. She snaps all the right angles and her faint smile is genuine. Then, there are pictures that make me choke on literal air. Pictures that flatter her lingerie and pictures where she has no lingerie on. You close your eyes softly and softly nod to yourself as a way to stave off the impending anxiety. It doesn’t work.

Then, you look through the message threads. And it seems pretty one-sided. She’s the aggressor and sends unsolicited pictures and spam messages. And he’s answered twice. The first message he sends her simply reads, “last night was a mistake. Don’t contact me again.” And you’d never known him to be so cold. Then when she wouldn’t stop, there’s a thread from just this morning stated, “I’m in love with my girlfriend, okay? Leave me alone.”

To which she responds with, “Sure, why don’t I tell her about our little tryst and see if she feels the same way.” His response is immediate, “I’d ruin your life. You understand that, right? I will make sure that you’ll be seen as a worthless homewrecker by the time I’m through with you. Don’t fucking threaten me.”

Then it’s radio silence. And you’re left taking in ragged breaths to bring yourself down. It was inevitable. That’s what you tell yourself. But you also deserve better. You tell yourself that too. As you stashed the phone back where it was and make your way to the closet to retrieve my almost never use suitcase, the doorbell rings.

You walk to the door and look at the peep hole and see a bouquet of flowers. Peonies to be exact, your favorite. You open the door and my lip quirks up into a wry smile. They’re from him. You bring them in and sit them on the counter, not even bothering to read the card.

On auto pilot, you go back into your shared room and snatch everything off of the hangers. Things are thrown into the suitcase left and right with no rhyme or reason. And when you’re done, you move onto the bathroom. It takes about 30 minutes for me to get all of your stuff.

Two years of your life took 30 minutes to pack up. Staying in a penthouse has its advantages, the view of the city reminds you that this is your prison. You dragged your suitcase out into the foyer and leave it there to retrieve your keys that still reside on your nightstand. You’re doing final walk-through when you hear keys being shoved into the lock of the front door.

You sigh inwardly and your fight or flight tells you to do the latter. So you hide. Although the office is used frequently, it’s a place he’ll never think to look. You duck down below the double pane glass in the office and wait patiently.

There’s no movement for a while and one would assume they were in the clear. So, getting up from your crouch you slightly opened the door to the office and went once you hear his voice booming through the penthouse.

“I told you not to call me again. How did you even get this number? I don’t want to see you, or talk to you. I wish I never met you. If I hear from you ever again in life, you will regret it. And I mean it. Stop with your bullshit.”

And once again, you’ve never heard him speak so venomously. To you or anyone else, and when he turns slightly to the left and sees your baggage.

His mouth parts, slightly, and his eyebrows meet in the middle of his forehead. “What the hell?” he whispers, inspecting your luggage. He calls my name. Once, twice, three times. And by the third, he struggling to breathe. His eyes dart from side to side, and he shakes his head vehemently. “No, no, no. It’s okay, she’s here. Maybe she has to take a trip for work that she didn’t tell me about.” His guilty conscious struggles to draw a definitive line between reality and subconscious.

He stalks through the house, opening and closing every door once he seeing that you’re not in them. When he gets to the office door, you open it before he gets a chance to. And you want to feel bad for him. That’s the thing about love. No matter how much you wish it, you could never watch the one you love suffer. With a sigh, you open the door fully and step into the foyer that cause now nauseating nostalgia. He whips his head to the side immediately and when your eyes meet, his face crumples. He knows you know.

The blank and impassive mask you wear, can only mean one thing. But still he asks, “What’s all this?”

He nods toward the luggage and you close your eyes in brief agony. “My things.”

He nods once again, and with a smile that couldn’t begin to reach his eyes, he says, “Were you just going to leave without telling me?”

You offer a protrusion of your lips response. “Sure.” You’re usually very animated and talkative, you see. So one word responses only calls him further strife, you’re sure.

So, like he’s doomed to do he begins his cross examination. “Where are you going?”

“Out,” you respond.

“Is it for work?”

You sigh. “No.”

He blinks once, then twice.

“Who are you going with?” You shrug sheepishly, getting close to the end of this charade.

“Does it matter?” And it takes everything in you not to throw shit. To scream. To cry. To slap him so hard that his ears ring, but in a way, you’re relieved. You don’t have to rehash what you already knew.

Then he asks the million dollar question. “Were you even going to tell me you were leaving?”

With a bleary tone you breathe out. “Were you ever gonna tell me you fucked someone else?”

That does it.

The air whooshes out of him like a geyser on the verge of erupting and you stand there quietly, waiting. Then the word vomit ensues and it’s really all downhill from there. “And what were the flowers supposed to do, huh? Absolve you of your sins? Take those pink ass peonies and give them to the broad you stepped out on me with.”

He’s a big man, not be trifled with even on his worst days, but the absolute way his body caves in on itself frightens you. His body thrums with panic and you watch in mild fascination.

When he decides to speak, it’s quiet and you swear he whimpers when he mumbles, “I’m so fucking sorry, pretty girl.”

He places one hand in his heart and the other on his chest when he proclaims, “I would die a thousand deaths before I even think about hurting you.”

Your head shakes from side to side mirthlessly.

“But you did hurt me.” With mournful and sparkling eyes you repeat, “You did.” He walks over to you calmly as if he moves too fast, you’ll make a run for it. When he gets to you, he reaches out.

You move almost comically fast and he does too. You dodge him and he drops to his knees and clings to your waist. “Let me go.”

“I can’t.”

“You have to,” you mumble. You feel him open his mouth and before he utters a word, I’m leaving flies out of yours. His teeth snap shut at that. And if you didn’t lean back slightly, he would’ve bitten you. You stand there for what feels like eons and then a warmth seeps the underside of your breasts. Belatedly, after a sniffle, you realize that he’s crying.

This is the first time you’ve seen it and hopefully it’s the last. You don’t move to console him.

Who did that for you?

You allow him a moment and step back and out of his grasp. He clings as if his life depends on it and in a way you suppose it does.

For two years, you’ve been his lifeline. Being there for all the ups and downs and twists and turns. But you’re no longer his lifeline. You’re no longer apart of his life. It takes physically everything in you to pry him off.

After much resistance, he lets go and it’s only to sag dejectedly onto the floor. Somehow seeing the broken man he is irritates you further.

“You did this.” You snap, harshness seeping through your tone. “So, deal with the consequences.”

“Please,” he rasps out. “Don’t. Don’t do this. I love you, I swear it was a one time thing. I wasn’t getting any work and I just—.”

You nod once. “Sure.”

And you’re so far detached that it’s scary. Resolutely, you shuffle and cant around him to make a beeline for the luggage. He firmly grabs your wrist and you snatch it back as if you’ve been burned. “Don’t fucking touch me.” And the crack in your voice gives you away.

You shake your head to keep the tears from falling. “I trusted you, Toji. With every cell in my body. But this is unforgivable; you understand? You’re going to let me go and I’m going to walk out of our relationship like you did.”

The fight leaves him after that and you purse your lips in quiet agony. And you shouldn’t do it, you know you shouldn’t but if you’re gonna leave, you’re gonna be petty. So, before you touch the luggage, you make a quick stop in the bedroom. You purposely crinkle the foil package in your hands and pointedly ignore his gaze.

You hear him before you can see him. However, his thunderous steps don’t really scare you anymore and you don’t have too much to lose. That gentle wrist grab was nothing compared to this. “The fuck do you need condoms for, Y/N?”

“That’s not really any of your business anymore, is it?”

With that, you snatch your luggage and before you slam the door, you face him head on, with the tears long gone in your eyes. “I hope she was worth it.”

Then, the door closes, Toji whispers faintly, “She wasn’t.”

[satorusluver]

What's the point of Valentine's Day if I'm not even getting to spend it getting my back blown out by a JJK man...

[ryanthel0ser]

Hello. I have just been made aware that Tomio Ogata, one of my huge artist inspirations and the manga artist for Visions of V, has done Jujutsu Kaisen art. Please enjoy like I am right now.

[girlyuridealer]

its officially 24 december in japan

[wtowingedtragicobsidian]

JJK cologne/scent HCs(?) b/c that's what my brain wants apparently

~please keep in mind I don't actually know what any of these fragrances are like, so my h/cs are not an accurate reflection~

Megumi: Iron & Oak by Redwood Alchemy

His cologne smells like a forest after rain. He naturally smells like fabric softener and wet animal(not in a bad way).

Gojo: Water of Life Живая Вода by Ladanika

TBH Gojo smells like barely anything, even if he wears cologne it dissipates really quickly.

Geto: Diwan by The Spirit of Dubai

When he was younger he smelled cleaner/simpler; like incense wafting down a temple footpath, mingling with spring florals from the nearby gardens.

But as he gets older the smell gets stronger/heavier, and little bit worse; the rooms are stuffy with incense smoke and something has curled up and begun to fester in the woodwork. He smells like antique lacquered wood and expensive incense and stickily overripe fruit and something disgustingly, animalistically human. All choking on a faux flora cleanliness.

[greycaelum]

I'm dying to know suguru reaction meeting baby kou and sai for the first time 🤧

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds & Mochi Chapters: { Protect }

—Gojo Satoru X Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

"I'm gonna protect Cat!" Kouki huffed at him. 

"Uhuh? Be a good big brother." Suguru ruffled with the long hair this little mochi had begged him to comb into a bun like his Uncle's.

"That's right! You're the one to say when you got Mimiko-chan and Nanako-chan to protect. You'd grow white hairs soon." Satoru stuck his tongue out, rocking a fussy Saika from her father's loudness.

𑁍 Genre: fluff, domesticity

𑁍 CW/TW: (1.5k)— where Suguru didn't stray and stayed.

𑁍 A/N: some hot cocoa and a scarf for Christmas. I'm not taking requests, but I just wanna write this one.

The doorbell rang several times. Your hands stopped making the tempura for lunch and turned the stove off. Washing your hand over the faucet and patting it dry in a confused frown plastered your brow.

The housekeeper your husband hired had her day off and you got all the Sunday time as your family time and you're not expecting any guests today.

Topless and with an eight weeks old Kouki in diapers, cradled in his arms, Satoru strolled out of the nursery with a bright look on his face. Your shoulders slowly relaxed with your husband's ease.

"Hi My Love," you cooed and dropped a feathery kiss over your sweet boy's forehead.

Kouki's tiny nose scrunch up, rubbing it with his curled-up hand and snuggling back to his Papa's chest. Why so adorable Baby?! You inhaled, stopping yourself with all the fluffy emotions to smooch your son awake from his little nappy time.

"I thought I was your Love?" Satoru huffed with a pout but leaned Kouki so you could kiss the lil' mochi more. You look so novel with your messy bunned hair falling over your face and neck, dressed in his oversized shirt, still plump and round in your postpartum stage but dang, you got his heart swelling with all the changes in your body.

"Can you get the door please Honey?" On your tiptoes, you kissed Satoru's cheeks and slowly cradled your sleeping son into your bosom. The little mochi barely fussed and just snuggle to you for warmth.

Satoru pouted, wanting a little more skin-to-skin contact with his Kikufuku. But the insistent doorbell is starting to irk him too. Especially the person ringing it.

"I can hear it loud and clear, stop punching the darn thing Suguru. You're going to wake up my son." Satoru grab the nearby towel and draped it over you before unlocking the front door and spilling Suguru, holding a present.

"Suguru-san! Come in." You invited the man in with a wide smile. 

Satoru didn't waste a second to snatch the snack from his friend's hand and took Kouki from you so you could change.

You took one last peek, at the three boys before chuckling and left to change.

"He looks so big from the last picture." Suguru stared in awe at the little thing, so identical to the oversized man holding him. Kouki whined at the sudden shift from his mother's soft bosom but quelled from his father's soft rocking and coos.

"Doesn't he look like me?" Satoru grinned proudly. A grin of genuine joy and pride.

"I hope he'd take off from Y/n-chan." Suguru rubs the chubby milky cheeks. He could smell the creamy scent of milk and almonds. Why do babies smell so comforting? Even his heart and hand can't help but feel that tingling urge to nuzzle the little guy.

"Here, hold him."

"W-what? No, I'm fine!" Suguru withdraws his finger in a millisecond holding it before him in defense.

"C'mon, he's a little chonkier than other babies so hold him like this." Satoru laughed at his hesitance as he position his hand to hold Kouki.

"Like this?" Suguru could feel his arms tighten when the little weight slowly curled up into his biceps. There's something about how fully dependent and safe a tiny little bundle is in his stiff arms that pounds his heart.

"He likes you, see he's nuzzling." Satoru hums, proud of his little mochi being calm despite all the changing of arms.

"D-Does he does this all the time?" Suguru instinctively rocks his arms to lull the little guy.

"Do what?"

"Easily attaching to the one who holds him?"

Satoru shook his head.

"He's quite picky. Only lets Y/n, I, and his babysitter hold him on for a long time."

Suguru is barely listening as he stares at Kouki suckling on his tiny thumb. It's a little hard to wrap his head around that all humans started like this, so vulnerable, so innocent.

"He looks so much like Y/n-san." Suguru chuckled when Kouki nuzzle him at the mention of your name. Seems like the little guy's quite attentive to his momma's name.

"Aww, c'mon! Just wait until he grows up, he's gonna be the spitting image of me." Satoru half-heartedly protested, but cannot hold back the proud smirk.

"You alone are more than enough to handle in this society. Stop spreading your menace bacteria on your son too." Suguru spats in his friend's direction and cooed at Kouki who was growing fussy with the loud banter.

"Oh really? Just wait, we're both gonna throw chaos on you." Satoru stuck his tongue out before rushing to the kitchen at the sound of the microwave's timer.

Suguru on the other hand turned back to Kouki who calmed down easily. Rubbing the chonky cheeks with the back of his finger, a part of Suguru's heart warmed up, slowly spreading to his whole heart. Another reason he found to smile genuinely despite the stain of the world. He kinda understands why Satoru named him his hope and sky.

It's a girl.

The very minute Satoru called him, rubbing on Suguru's face he was gonna have a daughter, Suguru already foreseeing the riot this will make.

"I'd die for my son..." Satoru sighed but his face hardened in split second. "But I would kill for my daughter."

"I see... So?" Suguru sighed as well. He would do the same for his twins. Anything to protect his little girls too. Popping the soda can open that he got from the vending machine while on their little break from work, he drank to quench the thirst of summer while watching the kids in the park nearby a daycare have fun and run around their teacher.

"I need to protect her from danger." Satoru cried.

Suguru can't help but sympathize with the desperation in his friend's voice.

That was when you were still pregnant with the little princess, and now that the little treasure Satoru affectionately named his fortune and moon. 

"And what's the danger against women?" Suguru raised his brow.

"Men!" Satoru wailed. "Dammit, Suguru!" The fucker grabbed his collar and shake the life out of him.

"Stop choking me!"

Suguru is starting to offer incense to the boy who will dare to catch the little Gojo Princess's heart, may the heavens spare him from Gojo Satoru's tribulations.

"Su-chan! Look, look! This is my little sister, isn't Saika so pretty?"

Kouki grabs him and leads him to the little princess's crib. And just like that Suguru stared at the bluest of the blue eyes he has ever seen in his whole life. It perfectly stood out in the snow-white hair of the little princess.

She'll be breaking hearts for sure...

"Isn't she so pretty? She got Mama's nose." Kouki grinned, reaching in the gap of the crib to tickle his little sister's cheek, earning a little grunt and flailing of arms from Saika. Suguru ruffled the little mochi's long hair. 

He knew this little guy will grow just to have a heart like his mother's but still, he inherited the cheekiness of his father that is always present in those eyes Kouki inherited from you.

"Well, hello there Little Princess, did you know your Papa's gonna grow silver hair in that white mane of his from worrying about you?" Saika blinked and scrunch her tiny nose, reaching her hands out for him. Suguru laughed at her attempt for a 'carry me'.

He swears Satoru's kids have a penchant for wanting a carry from him all the time. 

"Up you go," Suguru grunted, carefully supporting the little princess's neck against his arms. A small smile against the pacifier filtered on her cute chubby face. "Grow up like your Mom, 'kay? Don't be a troublemaker like your Dad."

Suguru can't blame Satoru.  A part of him knew he would never hesitate to follow Satoru in beating up some punks who dare to lay fingers on this little princess.

"You have to protect her Kou-chan."

"Of course, I would." Kouki vigorously nodded to him. 

Suguru saw the twins loitering around Shoko's watch, all happy with the sweet you keep piling on their table.

"Isn't she so pretty?" Satoru smirked proudly, picking up Saika who made grabby hands to her Papa to snuggle much to Kouki's pout with his little tickling session cut off. "She looks just like Y/n with my hair and eyes."

Suguru can't help but soften his eyes at the sight of his friend being surrounded by warmth.

"You've got your hands full in the next decades, fending off those boys."

He laughed when Satoru turned pale in split second, dreading the very same day he dreads when his twins also leave the nest.

"I'm gonna protect Cat!" Kouki huffed at him. 

"Uhuh? Be a good big brother." Suguru ruffled with the long hair this little mochi had begged him to comb into a bun like his Uncle's.

"That's right! You're the one to say when you got Mimiko-chan and Nanako-chan to protect. You'd grow white hairs soon." Satoru stuck his tongue out, rocking a fussy Saika from her father's loudness.

Thinking back a few years ago, he'd never imagined the two of them being fathers, much more to be so protective of their daughters.

But one thing's for sure. They'd both raise hell and high waters to protect what they're living for.

—GreyCaelum

[PS: Writing for Suguru is not my forte, but I'd say he's a family man]

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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[soulspice]

living in a daydream

[fyocest]

“It’s because I chatter that I do nothing. Or is it because I do nothing that I chatter?” gives the same vibes as “Are you the strongest because you’re Satoru Gojo? Or are you Satoru Gojo because you’re the strongest?”

[rznee]

Some people be like why do you ship satosugu they are besties, gojo is straight

I'll stop shipping them when satoru personally asks me to stop shipping him with suguru until then stay bitterrrrrrrr

[animehellscape]

The same thread 🧠

[goatyuuji]

THAT’S MY SON MY BABY BOY

[biophucker]

i think they'd be really cool teachers :')

please click for good quality 😔🙏

[ryanthel0ser]

it's funnier knowing they have the same japanese VA

[savrenim]

so I know I talk a lot about 'mathematician Gojo' but has anyone considered how fucking HILARIOUS 'mathematician Suguru' would actually be

ID under cut:

in the Project Runway 'Blood Orange' meme format:

Panel 1: screenshot from the show Jujutsu Kaisen, in which character Gojo Satoru says, "I get what you call a negative natural number"

Panels 2-4: Geto Suguru, reacting as if in a confessional, "'Negative natural number', he's so pretentious. Shut up, it's a fucking integer. 'Negative natural number'."

[caelesblues]

11:58 p.m.

c.w./t.w. - modern au-ish, angst (?), mentions of drinking and wine

word count: 841

gn!reader, notes at the end.

the night felt great, it really did. up here on the roof sitting down on a spread out gingham blanket, a bottle of wine and two glasses sat between you and your companion, abandoned in favor of staring up ahead. just a row of once unimpressive roofs, but now they seemed like they belonged at the louvre.

the gentle breeze was all that both of you could ask for in this balmy evening; it was the perfect accompaniment to the soft "what a wonderful world" playing on a radio somewhere (you both suspect it's from the house just two doors down to the right of your own).

it's nice, isn't it?", they ask you without so much as glancing your way. legs folded at the knees, forearms resting on them, chin propped up.

you cast them a sideways glance, seeing how the breeze would softly tousle their locks and the glow of the full moon reflecting in their eyes. you never thought much about them before, but now you can definitively say they belong to the louvre as well-though probably in a different section from suburban house roofs. you don't know when this newfound appreciation for them came from, but you safely surmise because it's probably the last time you'll get to see them in this kind of manner.

"yeah, really nice". you reply, turning your gaze back in front of you. you can just barely picture out a family cuddling up in their living room from the next street over. how wonderful, you think. then louis armstrong finally stopped signing, but came in judy garland with "somewhere over the rainbow". how tragic, you think.

"those two, back at it again with their vintage tunes", they quietly laugh beside you but it wasn't full of mirth. it sounded resigned, hollow. not inappropriate considering the circumstances.

"i bet they're in their living room dancing again."

"bit weird to slow dance to 'somewhere over the rainbow', don't you think?" it was your turn to quietly laugh.

"with everything's happening right now? i don't think so." you see them swivel their head to gaze at you this time around, noting a small smile playing on their lips, it felt genuine.

"aren't you an optimist now huh?", you chuckle at that, a heartfelt one. you turn to look at them as well, noting the lines, creases, and wrinkles making themselves known in their once youthful visage. you think you must look the same.

"considering where we are right now in our lives, i guess it isn't so bad after all." they release a quiet sigh, looking back down at the wine and glasses. they look back up at you with a raised brow, you shrug in return. even now you can't turn down a glass or two.

you grab the wine and open it, pouring the both of you a drink. but neither of you grab for it, instead letting it just sit there filled halfway. you both turn back to the scene in front of you, a sea of houses lined up side by side. looking at how some are spending their nights. it's kind of funny how everything is so normal; it's comforting. a beat or two passed some more before you hear them ask,

"what are you going to miss after all of this?" you ponder the question for a while, thinking about all the things and events that lead up to this. it was a fruitless task you conclude, so instead you answer them with

"is it a cop out to say everything?"

"i don't think it is." their answer made you feel validated, although you think anyone right now if asked the same question would just parrot your answer. but you just can't help yourself,

"how about you, what would you miss?"

"everything as well." just as they finished answering you, the opening tunes of audrey hepburn's "moon river" starts spilling from your neighbors' radio. how tragically perfect. and it seems your companion thinks so too.

"when do you think it'll start?". you shrug, looking at your watch. 11:58 p.m.

"i don't know. i guess it'll just arrive at any moment now." that seemed to be satisfactory answer for them, picking up theirs and your glass of wine. you took the glass from their hand, smiling at them.

"what do we do now?". they shrug at that, and you guess that's the only logical answer to that kind of question.

"just enjoy the last moments we have." and so you raise your glass up to them, looking expectantly. the both of you at least deserved one last toast to celebrate the final hurrah of everything.

"cheers, to the end of the world"

"to the end of this world." with that you clink you glasses as the last song of your lives comes to a close, immediately followed up by the first of many strong earthly tremors to come.

and the both of you just sat there drinking wine on your rooftop, watching the world crumble. what a way to go.

-kaeya alberich, nanami kento, geto suguru, zhongli, welt yang, rosaria, lisa, venti, beidou, heizou, jing yuan, dan heng, satan, lucifer, barbatos (from obey me), qingque, herta, fu xuan

aahhhhhh! my very first post (˃̣̣̥ᴖ˂̣̣̥) this particular work has been sitting in my phone's notes app since 2021, and i thought this is the perfect one to publish here for my debut. i've been debating for such a long time of whether i should open up a tumblr page for writing, and i finally had a courage to do so this year ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ).

ngl i don't properly know if this is actually angst or not, all i know is that in the end the apocalypse happens lmao. i wanted to make it seem like this was just another breakup story, but it's actually just two people chilling and waiting for the world to end, i hope i was able to capture it properly (i probably didn't T_T ). the characters i chose are the ones i felt like would be most likely to be in a situation like this, but again i'm also not quite so sure (side note, who else do you guys think would be in a situation like this?).

i hope this was somewhat decent and enjoyable (ㅅ´ ˘ `) likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated! please don't be shy to come talk to me as well ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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