Nanami - I Like How Straight Up And Decent He Is. I Wouldn't Be Able To Handle Gojo's Nonsense Even If

Nanami - I like how straight up and decent he is. I wouldn't be able to handle Gojo's nonsense even if I'd have a lot of fun with it. Nanami would be a great non-sorcorer teacher too

Yuta - Very op and always does the best he can. Plus he'd be pretty cool to talk to

I haven't fleshed it out yet😔

Yuji by far - Nobara and Megumi are cool but Yuji is just a great guy and an even better friend. I'd like to be in his circle if j was in JJK ngl

A tie between Geto and Uraume - I love how the HI arc set the standard for the entirety of JJK but I still want to explore how Uraume became Sukuna's underling

N/a

I already tried this. I gave my friend the synop for the beginning and she said Yuji and his friends were stupid 🥲

Ino. We barely get to see what his technique is or what he does with it.

Sukuna v Mahoraga. No explanation needed

I'd die unless I was self insert super op goddess jjksona

Mahito. I don't wanna be touched.

The birth of Gojo. If Gojo isn't born then JJK doesn't happen.

Ino. Again we need more of the Shiesty Sorcerer

Sukuna as a roommate. He'd probably kill me but at least I won't be touched weird.

A body of water with concrete shoes.

Yuji-Megumi-Nobara - no explanation needed

Sukuna - BILLIE EILISH, Armani White (I have an inherent obsession leave me alone)

N/a

None of them. I'm a homebody and a bum. Actually maybe Toji but I'm also not a lady with money

North. I don't want to be this person myself forever.

🖤🤍Jujutsu Kaisen Ask Game 🤍🖤

1. Which Jujutsu Kaisen character would you want as your mentor in the world of jujutsu sorcery?

2. If you had to team up with one sorcerer for a mission, who would you choose?

3. What would be your cursed technique/domain expansion in JJK?

4. Who's your favorite member of the first-year trio (Yuji, Megumi, Nobara) and why?

5. Which villain has the most interesting backstory?

6. A Manga panel you can talk about for hours?

7. What storyline would you tell to your friend to get them into JJK?

8. Who is the most underrated character in Jujutsu Kaisen?

9. What's your favorite fight scene?

10. How do you think you would fare in a fight against a grade 1 curse?

11. Who would you be most terrified to encounter from JJK?

12. If you could change one event in Jujutsu Kaisen, what would it be?

13. Which character do you think deserves more screen time or development?

14. Would you rather have Sukuna as a roommate or fight Mahito one-on-one?

15. If you were Kenjaku whose body you'd jump into?

16. Which Jujutsu Kaisen characters have the best dynamic?

17. Match your favorite JJK character with a song.

18. Share a headcanon about your favorite character.

19. Which character do you think would make the best friend in real life?

20. Would you go North or South if you were in the airport?

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jin-jamm-desu

7 months ago

That's actually so real tho 😭❤️‍🩹

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jin-jamm-desu

8 months ago

#Youre most important survival skill is asking for help

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jin-jamm-desu

7 months ago

Possession - Bad Ending

Bunzy

The room was really dark when he came too. Bunzy had trouble adjusting his sky blue eyes to the lack of light in the large area. He knew something was immediately wrong when one of the first things that hit his senses was the smell of iron and the sound of something decaying. He turned his head left and right and back and forth until he had to get up. Unable to find the light switch in the vast darkness infron of him, he stumbled around the room. The last he recalled, he was in The Rabbit King's throne room of a building called The Burrow, which was situated away in the woods, somewhat far from civilization.

The smell and... the taste? of iron jolted and confused him beyond belief. Had The Rabbit King taken over while he was talking to him? He hoped not but it was a likely scenario. Bad things always happened like this. Bad things always happened- to him. He kept shuffling around, the smell of a fresh corpse getting stronger and cascading his nostrils. He trip, momentarily stalled until he realized in his blight that this was where that foul oder was the strongest.

He reached out in front of him, it was a wall. "How ironic." he thought. Slowly, he stood up, spanning the wall with his arms until he finally found it. He lipped the switch and turned around. The lights in the Throne Room were always delayed a bit to give dramatic effect once the utmost inner rings of light shines on the large seat, the throne of The Rabbit King, in the middle. Behind the throne, where viewers couldn't see, was a solitary light switch, the one Bunzy had just flipped. He looked down to the floor.

Not one sound was uttered when his eyes met figure on the ground before him. It was more silent than the night Amaranth Catar was exiled to The Southern Mountain. If someone else was here, all that would fill their ears would be the sound of Bunzy's heart pounding an escape from his ribcage. The lapse and crack in his breath and the thud of his long legs hitting the ground. His position a kneel at the body of his best friend.

Blood ran from 3 visible places on the surface of his large body, he probably had internal wounds as well. The left half of his face had been mailed to bits. The right side was a permanent scene of fear, anguish and.... Betrayal. He had never known the entire time. Bunzy himself couldn't help but try and soothe him even though he knew it was hopeless. He had stopped breathing the moment he came too. That's where the betrayal came from.

All either of them really wanted to do was reconnect. But he had metaphorically slapped him in the face of his repressed feelings for him, for Vik. His friendship, his honor and loyalty, his unrequited love. He let it all out in the stinging pain of words, and when he, Vik, tried to bring him back from jumping off the deep end- he was too late.

It was just like graduation day from highschool, where it all went down. Bunzy had blown up into a million metaphorical pieces and stabbed Vik through the heart with his knife in the form of words laced with hurt and resignation. A bond killed, a friendship destroyed, paths and bridges severed. It took all of Bunzy's strength not to cry when he watched Vik, the Valedictorian (go figure), walk across stage with his grin lined with mirth and humor, dimples on display and shining brighter than the sun so as to hide the dam of feelings inside him. But Bunzy knew better. He looked into his eyes as he spoke and saw nothing. Saw nothing when he was applauded at the end of his speech and saw nothing when he smiled and shook the Mayor's hand. Vik was dead and gone, Viktor Torian, the mask and the face, was alive and thriving.

Nothing

The Rabbit King had already taken his place at the front wheel. He took his long, claw-like nails and drove them through Vik's flesh like a rabbit would do an enemy. Vik fought back with a feverish desperation, punches and counters, trying to win his friend back from the monster that held him down.

Maybe coming here had been a death wish all along. Trying to reignite a spark that had long since been washed out by a tsunami of hurt. Trying to resurrect something that maybe should've been left dead.

But where would that leave them?

The memories played through his mind like a torture device made solely to attack you psychologically. He takes his vision across the cold body of the one person he could truly call a friend all his life.

He had always been perfect.

Near midnight colored skin complimented the raven sheen of his silken hair. A smile that won him any argument since he a child. Dimples like trophies to prove it. Friends came easy to him, as compared to Bunzy where people saw him- saw his crooked grin with a gap on the side, his fluffy but messy blonde hair, his affiliation for the color pink, rabbits and wonky smiles.

They saw him and saw his occasional passive stares- sky blue eyes and pinprick pupils that would see straight through your soul, his tendency to smile out of nowhere and bare his teeth like a challenge, a dare, telling you to come near and get bitten like an animal. Eyes darkened and pupils blown to high hell. They saw him and saw something monstrous and incomprehensible. It was rabid and wild. Untamable and seemingly unkillable. Older and quicker and something that wasn't of this world.

They saw him and they saw he needed to be exterminated.

The tears that flowed from his face put the water on Europa (or was it Titan? I don't remember) to shame. His cries were something similar to the creaks and groans of a large metal structure falling to its impending doom. Never had he cried this much over anything, especially not over a person.

Vik was the only person loved more than himself, hell more than his own mother even. But now they were both dead. Mrs. Trander had passed about a year ago, the funeral was lonely with just 2 people in attendance- Vik and Bunzy.

Ironic isn't it? How Vik's name was first... like always. The number 1 choice, leaving Bunzy, the afterthought, the runner-up. And now, Vik was the first of them to die too. And to the hands of his number 2, how fitting.

After letting everything out, Bunzy decided not to let any information of the incident trickle out of his cult of 8 years, Rabbits of The Down. Even if no information was let out, he still did his best friend the service of leaving his body in a place where the police could find it. So he would be given an awe-inspiring funeral, closed-casket of course, presented by his... wife; the one and only person to ever come near the greatness that was Viktor Torian, Arista Torian Kayes. Bunzy attended from afar. The guests, including himself, all in immaculate shades of purple (Vik's favorite color), swarmed around Arista and gave her their condolences.

Viktor had gone off one day after contemplating something. He had said his sweet "See you later, Darling" to Arista and gone off to the edge of some decrepit woods. The last anyone saw of him, his face looked like stone and determination.

His body was found a few days later when someone complained about a bloody oder emanating from the woods.

Bunzy stayed situated in the woods for the rest of his life. Slowly, The Rabbit King took over permanently, and Bunzy himself was never heard from again.