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What kind of herb are you?

Cumin.

You see yourself so clearly that you can see the gaping hole inside you where you lost a piece long ago. It's there and it's ragged and painful and bleeding and you don't know how no one else can see it when it takes up so much of your awareness. You run from it, fight it, try to find it but nothing bandages up that hungry mawing void inside yourself and when you're tired, uninspired, you swear it grows and grows. You promise yourself you want to be alone, promise yourself that you want to be different, want to be special, love having this hole inside you and point it out in words or song or jokes and stories and take pride in that pain, in your uniqueness in this world of grays and storm clouds. You are 5 am rain on asphalt roads and sputtering street lamps. You are petrichor musings and messy guitar chords and a thousand contradictions wrapped inside a quiet cry, an evening of coffee and jittering hands and a promise that you're okay or that you're fine until you're falling apart in someone's arms or messages and pretend you're alright in the morning. You taste so strongly but sometimes you wonder if all you are is ash.

tagged by: @hunting-songs ( thank you!! ) tagging: anyone who sees this & wants to do it uwu feel free to tag me ♥

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❝ Not really, no. But for the sake of the argument, would you say you remember the texture and flavor of the first as well as you remember that of the thirty-fifth? ❞ He was pretty sure he saw that thirty-fifth one being devoured this very morning. Horrendous dietary habits.

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*slurps noodles judgementally*

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i like to go in the bathroom and splash water on my face and pretend im a male protagonist under a lot of stress

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( 'so no merger?' * BREAKS PHONE AND JUMPS ON SKATEBOARD* )

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matching hairstyles ⋆˙⟡

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REASONS TO TACKLE. [ a prompt list! ]

listen. tackling is a language that can convey many many things. and once again, this is a list that may be edited down the line to capture those languages, but in the meantime! we have this! bc i saw One Scene in a film and made it the dashes problem! bon appetit, enjoy! DO NOT ADD TO OR EDIT THIS LIST, NOR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN.

[ ANGER ]: sender tackles the receiver in a fit of rage.

[ DODGE ]: sender tackles the receiver out of the way of an attack.

[ LOVE ]: sender tackles the receiver onto a bed/sofa to give them some attention of a romantic or similarly heated nature.

[ TRAIN ]: sender tackles the receiver as part of a sparring or training exercise.

[ SLEEP ]: sender tackles the receiver on top of a bed in order to insist that they get some sleep.

[ HUG ]: sender tackles the receiver to the ground in their enthusiasm to give them a hug.

[ CALM ]: sender tackles the receiver to the ground in an effort to both restrain and calm them down.

[ STOP ]: sender launches themselves at the receiver and tackles them in order to stop them from doing something.

[ FIGHT ]: sender, in the midst of a physical fight with the receiver, tackles them to try and gain the upper hand.

[ RESTRAIN ]: sender tackles the receiver to try and physically restrain them.

[ HIDE ]: sender tackles the receiver to the ground, out of sight, in order to stop them from being seen.

[ SHIELD ]: sender throws themselves over the receiver's body to shield them from an attack.

[ INTERVENE ]: sender tackles the receiver to prevent them from attacking another person.

[ WHISPER ]: sender tackles the receiver so as to distract on-lookers from seeing them whisper something into the receiver's ear.

[ COLLAPSE ]: sender, weak due to previous conditions, collapses on top of the receiver, inadvertently tackling them to the ground in the process.

[ SLIP ]: sender slips on something and trips, bringing the receiver down with them in their descent.

[ POCKET ]: sender tackles the receiver in order to distract witnesses from seeing them put something into the receiver's pocket.

[ CONVINCE ]: sender tackles the receiver to convince on-lookers that they're enemies.

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cosplay with @limitlessscion

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❛  i need more time to think about what i want.  ❜

THE SPACE BETWEEN EACH MEET-UP HAS BEEN arranged around a hundred years - a century may be skipped at times, when Kenjaku disappears from the face of the earth for a little while. And each time she finds them, with the same persistence a bird picks at the ground with to unearth the worm. Currently, it was lurking in the bowels of Tōdai-ji temple, where the faithful have gathered fruit and wines to lay before the dedicated statue. An alarming expression cast down on its lacquered visage bares an odd reminiscence to the one on Kenjaku's own features as she sits by the offerings, legs crossed under the flowy robes. She is adorned with gold chains around her veil, and they sit atop the stitch marks as though to embellish them.

The scar has almost melded into her skin. Kenjaku has been living as a Bodhisattva here for the last century, after all. That, too, adds to the note of impatience and the click of their tongue.

❝ Oh, you're slower than pond water. ❞ Comes the retort. She gets up with a huff, bracelets and bead-necklaces orchestrating her frustration as she pats the long robes back down into place. This discussion has been brewing for the last couple of times they've met up, ever since Kenjaku walked away from the compound. Or rather, walked into a new life alltogether. Their faith to Tengen's scripture died with that first transition - the first time they realized that they held the power to deny the natural order of jujutsu. To defeat death; that would be enough to broaden anyone's horizons. Tengen is different - death is not going to come for her. Maybe it's the fact Tengen never quite won over it yet that has placed them in such different mindsets over the years. Still, Kenjaku can't help but experience the same frustration they did back when that conversation was first held.

❝ Tell me, do you enjoy waking up every morning and having your acolytes prepare your tea for you and comb your hair on the porch, same as they did a hundred years ago? Do you find some comfort in the repetition? ❞ Caustic commentary falls over the golden platters as she descends the stairway and comes to stand beside her taller counterpart. They have met her at different heights, from different angles, through different eyes — but the sight is never any less mesmerizing. In spite of being very disillusioned now compared to back then, Kenjaku still sees the enthralling aspects of Tengen's visage that have lead lesser minds to worship her for her purity alone.

The expression softens - hands dyed with ceremonial tar at the fingertips reach out to take Tengen's own ( in other times, they had bigger palms that could fit hers comfortably within them, but in this body that was stolen from a temple maiden, they have naught but slender fingers and soft, creamy skin that hasn't seen toiling under the sun ) There's charcoal painted over their brows, kohl around the eyes, white cream paste on the face and dark cherry lips that exaggerate the pensive expression when they look up to her with a rare spark of sentiment.

❝ Look -- I consider you my one and only friend still. So consider this a wake up call. You don't have as much time as you think. If you are ever going to be a mother, Master Tengen, your time is now. And I can help you. ❞

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Never lifting his eyes from the urushi brush; ❝ Do you remember how much mochi you've had in your life? ❞

      “Did  you  have  a  name  before  this  one  or  was  it  always  the  same?  I'm  curious,  you  rarely  speak  of  a  time  before  this  life, @saiakv”

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( 'tis another doodling day for me so if yall got any requests, send them in uwu ♥ )

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( something something — kenny's technique having been crafted and not innate, more similar to a 'storage' technique for other sorcerer's 'souls' aka techniques aka bodies - the soul = body line from kenjaku, tengen having contributed in the shaping of those very first techniques back when jujutsu was still being born — tengen's own technique being more of a trait, the modern day ones being very specific & fleshed out, influenced by modern day concepts -- )

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aaa i haven't been in much of a writing mood / short stuff aside :/ but i have been practicing on the tablet & i could use some ideas for experimentation — so, in an effort to also reach out to mutuals more ( i'm so sorry for ghosting ;~; ) i thought i could do some drawing requests uwu

feel free to send a request in if you'd like & i'll do my best uwu ♥

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[ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold.

for you i would: accepting

See them, floundering in their sense of mine, like fish in the puddles of a dried-up stream — and, seeing this, live with no mine, not forming attachment to experiences.

OPENING THE DOOR TO PITCH BLACK DARKNESS offers a reprieve from the pungent stench of incense that lingers in every hallway of the compound. The others that live here ( ordinaries, acolytes and nameless sorcerers whose only distinction is the surrounding white ) still glower at their presence — an aura of ominosity that drags under the robes, no matter whether hand-crafted by the same hands that point fingers at the intruder. Once out of sight from all the others who don white and teal, Kenjaku pulls the veil up overhead, revealing the stolen visage; an immortalized youth, not aged a day past death. There's a lukewarm scowl on their expression, where usually an everlasting smirk settles.

Frankly, the anciency of this place is starting to seep under their skin, unearthing memories of ceremonial chimes and mumurs in the back of one's mind. Days of old, days of the cloth; Tengen's name uttered in reverance, a constant echo in the halls of the Gojo compound where their first guardians made a home. Back then, there was no pulchritudinous statues and opulent carpentry to fall back onto - they were naught but villagefolk up in the mountain, unrefined hands that only knew how to hold the shovel and toil the infertile ground. Now they cast their gazes down upon them — a Dhyani-Buddha, in the flesh.

At first, the anecdotal whimsy of it all had eased an affiliative smile on their features; these were no strange waters, after all. Meticulously, from the day the first rowan bloomed amidst the snow, they have watched each Eye run its cycle until its candle wick burnt out; or, sometimes, was put out by those same hands that now dust the ceremonial robes they have been dressed in. So, it is not the unfamiliarity, but the quietude of this last life that is starting to get to them; a being designed to swim upstream now caged in a stagnant puddle. Tengen knew this, all too well. The true purpose of a Six Eyes user was fullfilled as a guardian and this body, that was once a prized possession, begins to feel like a prison ( are you laughing, old friend? will this ill fate of mine be the thing that cracks the crust of a thousand years from your lips? ) as the tender pull of Satoru Gojo's soul grows brighter some days, like threads of a vagabond curse that was never quite tight-woven.

A calloused fingerpad massages the one throbbing on his forehead — its counterpart extended to turn the door handle. Once every so often, the clan will hold gatherings, commemorating glories past. Redundant; you ask Kenjaku, the entire sorcery world is wilting. But nevertheless these dimwits dress in their Chosen One in teal as though to bring out the electric blues of that cursed glare and bathe him in light in the common room - the one thing that holds their troupe together, the foundation of their breed. With a soft creak the entrance is paved in a pillar of candlelight from the corridor and Kenjaku slips inside just as silently as they had exited at the height of an argument before.

Which was an oddity in itself — because usually, they would not entertain such feeble time-wasters. Alas, the afforementioned frustrations of being a prisoner had piled up - shame, that they were only expressed to the one holding the key and not the one who built that cage to begin with. But one of these days, he will slip outside just as quietly, as well, and that long awaited reunion will be consummated with a stab to the back. Perhaps a second one, for old time's sake.

He would be found with his back to the wall, the heel of woolen socks sinking into a stack of pillows, expression nonchalant over the pages of some old book with dust still falling at the turning of each page. Sharp violet eyes snapped to a knock at the door, only to watch it slowly open in tandem with the arch of his brow. Satoru Gojo stands there, still in the same fancy gear as though he is rubbing the prevalent victory in his face — then proceeds to make the most ludicrous apology, all in a simple, childlike tone that's almost commanding a reconciliation. Ah, but he is — he is so simple, down to his core! Disbelief settles on Kenjaku's features before a whimsical smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

Did you really think I would care for the ways in which you offend me — I want nothing more from you than to be released from your gaze.

And yet.

The book slams shut, dust scatters on the robes. He puts it away and straightens up, one knee folding, one arm resting over it in a laid-back fashion.

❝ You are the worst punishment of them all, Satoru Gojo. ❞ A smile without teeth, but full of needles — one that borders on play, or a challenge, but the distaste is genuine as they come. When was the last time... ❝ — boring. Dreadfully predictable; and thus, boring. ❞

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( Kenny characterization study I want to expand on in the future but - with every jujutsu technique there is a karmic exchange in order to achieve its potential. There are rules in jujutsu aimed at maintaining a balance of sorts, but those rules can often be expanded, bent or even broken by sorcerers as well. In the case of body hopping, the 'karmic exchange' would be that the user albeit granted potential immortality will lose their sense of personhood after swapping bodies for some time. And in that way, Kenjaku as a character has lost a lot of their original traits and replaced them with those of the body they were inhabiting at the time. Small, human things ( say, a food preference or sleeping habits ) are borrowed from the host. So, Kenjaku is never imitating them - they have simply taken them over and replaced them in their own skin. This is why the characterization and behavioral traits will vary notably from one verse to another. Kenjaku is evidently more catty in Suguru's body, while they would appear more nurturing as Kaori or cold and rational as Noritoshi. )

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Otp Prompt

Person A: “Will you ever go to bed at a normal hour?” Person B: “Will you ever kiss me?” Person A: “What?” Person B: “What?”

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( getocore is being all umu 'i want to be cherished but my mouth was not made to be kissed' 🥺 👉👈  meanwhile there's a literal line of people waiting to kiss him - )