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If anyone wants to be tagged just let me know I'll be more than happy to do so! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

(Relating to the JJK poll on my blog, if you wanna vote go ahead)

The results of the JJK poll will show to me after a week, but while we wait I wanna know if y'all want fluff, angst, or smut, or maybe a mixture of two? Just so that I have a general idea or template in mind ^⁠_⁠^

NOTE‼️: if smut or any option containing smut is chosen, I will not include Yuji or Megumi from the poll even if it is the number one choice, I'll just either change the type or character.

Have a wonderful day loves (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Pikmin Shenanigans :) Which one are you ?

I'am Ghada, teacher of frensh and a young mother needs your help in complete baby traitement for my daughter Maria. At only 12 months old, Maria needs your help to complete her treatment outside Gaza, which is to enable her to walk. 💔

I immediately needs to raise at least €30000 to buy Maria's basic needs, to travel outside Gaza with Maria and my husband, and to complete Maria's treatment.💔🙏

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Donate to Help Ghada survive the genocide, organized by Mohammed Adel

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dont even know if I'm happy with how it ended. My heart still aches for Gojo, didn't think about him coming back but would have liked a mention. But at least we have itafushi kaisen

also why is everyone leaving, you can still be hereee (((

Helping a Family from Gaza After War Devastation

Hi, I’m Yassin, an architect from Gaza.

Like many others here, my life and the life of my family have been deeply affected by the war. The engineering office I founded was destroyed, leaving my family and me searching for a way to rebuild our future.

My siblings were forced to stop their education due to the worsening economic situation and the violence that has swept through the region. Additionally, my parents suffer from diabetes complications and require constant medical care and proper nutrition.

I am aspiring to continue my studies and pursue a master's degree in urban design, aiming to use the knowledge to help rebuild our city and improve our lives and future. But under these circumstances, I find myself in urgent need of your support.

If you can contribute, or even just share this campaign with your friends, it would have a huge impact on our lives.

[ https://www.gofundme.com/f/u7puv-support-yasin-and-his-family-evacuate-to-saftey ]

Thank you so much for your support and for all that you do for us.

Our campaign is vetted by:

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"Daddy! Why are you sad?"

Satoru chuckles, ruffling his daughter's hair affectionately, scooping her up in his large hands and situating her on his lap.

"Aw...is my pumpkin concerned for Daddy? Don't worry kiddo, Daddy isn't sad- just..." he paused, thinking of the right word. "tired."

Your daughter pouts, cerulean eyes peering up to gaze into his father's. "You should buy a pony Daddy! That was you won't be sad!"

Satoru laughs in surprise. "A pony, huh? Maybe I will...but I don't think Mommy will let us."

"Mommy won't let you do what?" you say, coming up from behind the couch and lean over the back to see the situation, eyebrow raised in suspicion. "Satoru, what propaganda are you teaching our child?"

"Daddy said you wouldn't let us buy a pony!" your daughter chirps and you stare at him incredulously.

"Absolutely not."

"But Mommy!"

"No!"

"C'mon sweetheart-"

"Stop enabling her!"

If he could, Satoru would have that memory tattooed to the inside of his brain, memorizing the way you laughed, your daughter's giddy face, the fuzzy domestic feeling in his heart, everything. If he could, Satoru would do anything in his power to feel that feeling again.

But he couldn't.

Because yet again, Satoru Gojo experiences one of the feelings he thought he left behind, all those years ago.

Grief.

It was during the war, when Satoru comes home late from a battle, only to find you lying on the cold tiled floor, in a pool of your own blood. In your arms, your 6 year old daughter, unconscious with a serious head injury.

A curse had come into your home in the middle on the night, and attacked you while he was gone. And Satoru wasn't there to protect you.

You didn't survive the encounter. You had lost far too much blood for the doctors to nurse you back to health, and your body was damaged beyond repair.

Your daughter was spared however. She was able to be nursed back to health, but her severe head injury gave her severe and permanent amnesia. She had no idea who you or Satoru was.

After that, Satoru just...broke.

He quit his teaching job at Jujutsu High, and left jujutsu society without a trace.

Satoru wasn't a stranger to hiding his true emotions, always masking any negative feelings behind the mask he'd worn for so many years.

But with you died, Satoru had died with you.

The Satoru Gojo of the physical world was nothing more than a hollow body with an empty heart, pain caused it to wither into nothing, as if it was never there.

"Why are you sad Daddy?" He could almost hear her say.

He's tired, he would say, like always.

But never why.

He was tired of watching his daughter grow of from afar, tired of not living a life with you at his side. Tired of waking up in a cold bed, in an empty house, far too big and lonely for him to live in by himself. Tired of being alone at night, consumed by nightmares and the suffocating feeling of grief and depression that overwhelmed him so much it hurt to breathe. Tired of not waking up to your kisses, your love, tired of not waking up to you, falling asleep with you, tired of not being with you.

But when one gets tired, they fall asleep.

Soon, he promised himself. Soon, he'd be able to reunite with you again.

"You told me to buy a pony but all I wanted was you..." - Hidden in the Sand, Tally Hall.

A/N: This got really dark hahah...based on an idea I had last night