𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 was isekai'd in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen without realizing the hearts she effortlessly caught and the feelings she will corrupt. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ❝ 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙪𝙜𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪. ❞ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀❝ 𝙀𝙝!? 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧! ❞ ⠀ ⠀⠀「 affection system au 」

"The Catalyst Curse. One born and bred from an explosion of unprecedented emotion, thousands of years ago. Several Jujutsu Sorcerers tried exorcising or harnessing that pure negativity, but none suceeded. Then, one day, that indefinite amount of energy just disappeared without a trace." "How could something like that just vanish?" "Oh, but it didn't just 'vanish'. It hid itself. In a place where no one would think to look." "... where would that be?" "Inside of a living human. A baby." "A... baby?" "Jujutsu Tech gave the first incarnation a name--Kuragari Kanzaki. And since then, Jujutsu Sorcerers have been keeping a close eye on it." "And... why are you telling me this?" "Kuragari picked another child to incarnate, over two-hundred years ago." Satoru turned to look at you, a smile coming up to his lips. "And that child would be you, wouldn't it, Y/n-san?" "... what the hell do you want?" #1 in itadoriyuuji Highest Ranking #1 in SatoruGojo Highest Ranking #1 in jujutsukaisen Highest Ranking #1 in characterxreader Highest Ranking #1 in jjk Highest Ranking #1 in öp Highest Ranking #1 in readerinsert Highest Ranking #2 in powerful Highest Ranking #4 in xreader Highest Ranking #5 in fanfiction Highest Ranking (I own nothing!) (Everything and everyone belongs to their rightful owner!) (I only own the plot and my OC's!) (You own yourself!) (Warning!: Blood, cursing, gore)

Ｍｏｒｉａｒｔｔｉ ／死ぬことの芸術／ 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚝. The story begins when Gojo Satoru is still a student at an institution that is specifically designed to train the next generation of Jujutsu sorcerers. In the midst of his school year, Gojo and his classmates encounter a new transfer student. Mysterious, bewitching, and a self-proclaimed suicidal maniac, Dazai Osawa's arrival sends ripples through the school, as her presence becomes an intoxicating blend of charm and danger that captivates and unsettles everyone around her. Dazai's arrival introduced a new era of uncertainty, from her unconventional methods up to her unpredictable nature, which forced Gojo and his friends to confront their deepest fears and darkest secrets. With Dazai integrated into their lives, will her presence strengthen their resolve and lead them to greater heights, or will it unravel the very fabric of their existence? ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ ɪ : ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ x ʙᴜɴɢᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ ᴅᴏɢꜱ ᴄᴛᴛᴏ. ɪᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ.

" you're so beautiful, it's almost magical! " "aw, thanks~! i'll shove these butterflies right up your ass~! " Cross-posted on Quotev!! Current Cover: made by @KobaHanai !!!

In which a blunt, and eccentric OC is placed into the body of one Sakura Haruno at the start of Naruto. What could possibly go wrong? -COMPLETE- (REWRITE - original complete on FanFiction). Now being put into audio by JazzOfTheSpazz on YouTube for those who want to listen!

If there was one legend shared in the Jujutsu community, it would be the legend of that one curse. That curse that sat above all in a time before the King of Curses, Sukuna. That curse that spread fear far and wide with a simple utter of their name. That curse that was menace to sorcerers and curses alike, one that hated their own kind and those that tried to oppose it. But in the coming of sorcerers, this curse was sealed away and became the sorcerers' biggest triumph. The legend of this curse failed to dwindle into a spark, and after many years, the life of this curse will be reignited and command the world to submit to their feet once again.

(Gojo Satoru x Reader) Deep inside a secret garden, situated just in the outskirts of Tokyo, there is a temple who houses a goddess for those who fight in the dark and cleanse this world of curses. On the night of December, a still born Gojo Satoru came to the world. When dawn came, she who resembles the goddess was born. The heavens made a divine intervention. ❀Credits to : Gege Akutami, the author of Jujutsu Kaisen❀

『toge inumaki x reader』 探し出す /sagashidasu/: find out or discover - nothing can stop someone curious from discovering someone else. {manga spoilers, so anime watchers only, beware} [started : december 31, 2020 | ended : ~]

【o.yuuta x fem!oc】 物の哀れ 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 [𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰-𝘯𝘰-𝘢-𝘸𝘢-𝘳𝘪] 𝙟𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙚 - Mono no aware, literally "the pathos of things", and also translated as "an empathy toward things", or "a sensitivity to ephemera", is a Japanese term for the awareness of impermanence, or transience. "𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬. 𝙄𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧." → Could two people with broken souls love again? Where one's heart went with the demise of his first lover. While the other one just lost her faith in love. It must be destiny playing tricks on them by how they met in the worst circumstances. Will these two broken souls try and love again? How will their 'love' story play out? "Take me home, I'm fallin' Love me long, I'm rollin' Losing control, body and soul Mind too for sure, I'm already yours" - to the bone, pamungkas "To be loved, to love someone, I'll become your eye For the adventure that lies ahead Even the darkness is so beautiful I want you to believe me Only looking straight at you So you don't go anywhere" - your eyes tell, bts ©sevynnee • 2021

The Fourth Hokage's body was never found, but they never suspected that was because he hadn't died. Minato Namikaze wakes up six years after the devastating Kyuubi attack, alone in an overgrown clearing with not a scratch on him. Disoriented and confused, he does exactly what any father would do in this situation. He fights through the pain, gets up, and goes to find his son. He trudges through the pounding in his head and forces himself to move-- to go and find him, because that masked man was still out there, and Minato is willing to do anything to protect his little ball of sunshine. Needless to say, the blonde kage wasn't expecting so much time to have passed. Nor is he very impressed with the way the village has been treating his son all these years.