#fazil funsies

[chikoyama]

A year after Chiyori loses control of her cursed technique and slaughters her adoptive parents, she reunites with the sorcerer clan she was born into originally. It’s the first time she experiences first-hand how truly conservative and abusive members of the Jujutsu community can be.

Chiyori learns that she has siblings, that she is tied to three brothers by blood — two older and one younger. Her biological mother passed away about three years after she gave birth to the youngest. Her biological father is very much alive still. He married a new wife a few years ago. No children, yet.

Chiyori is 22 the first time experiences what it’s like to get physically abused by a supposed family member. It's a startling experience, initially. It feels so cruel it makes her question their true bond; if there existed any to begin with, besides their blood relation, of course. The first time it happens — not long after her arrival — she receives a slap straight across the face for what is apparently considered back talking to her father.

However, during her time with the clan, it's not the only form of abuse that Chiyori is subjected to. For going outside without an escort or permission, she gets locked in her room for hours at a time without access to food or water. Sometimes she gets pushed and pinched for not acting lady-like enough. For behaving what they deem as inappropriate, she’s forced to stay outside the whole night, in front of the statue placed by the family shrine. In the cold, she has to recite apologies over and over again.

Albeit none the less ruthless, Chiyori has found that her father’s punishments are more predictable, usually leaning more toward the traditional side. Those that her step-mother comes up with, however, can be of more creative nature. Sometimes she has to balance a bucket of water above her head for an hour or two. It’s heavy, and her weakened arms tire easily. She’s instructed to remain entirely passive. If she lowers her arms or spills, further punishment await. Other times she has to consume some nasty-tasting mixture that’s supposed to help her reconsider. It makes her body retch and throw up.

It’s the old-school thoughts that consumes their minds and drive their behaviours, Chiyori notes. And she’s too old to be castigated like that, really, but they treat her like that regardless… like a child. Because she still acts like one, they tell her. Like they can still reverse her somehow after all the years she’s been gone, and raised by her adoptive parents.

Essentially, they’re trying to recondition her into what they perceive as the ideal woman. They’re desperate, because they want to marry her off into a family of strong sorcerers eventually. Chiyori looks young — still is, and sometimes it crosses her that maybe, just maybe she should rethink the values and principles she's lived by all her life. If not for what is morally right, then for herself. So that she can survive. In this environment, this household, this world.

One time, her father slaps her so hard, the force of the impact causes her face to turn away from him, a drop of blood trailing down her cheek from where his nail scratched her skin. There’s a red mark blossoming on her cheek like ink soaking through the thin sheet of paper. Chiyori hisses, because it stings like a proper burn, and she shoots her father a vexed glare, though doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t fight back, because what can she say? It’s he who rules these grounds and this household. She has no other places to stay essentially. On these grounds, it’s she who is the intruder.

Even if Chiyori did try to retaliate, she's all too aware that they’re stronger than her. She was only strong when she had curses in her possession, (and even then she wouldn’t call herself strong). She lost them all back when... when the incident happened. Her physical strength is no longer how it used to be either. She didn’t maintain her shape during her time of self-isolation.

Regardless, she decides that resorting to physical violence is not the answer. That’d only lead to more trouble in the end. It’d just be an endless cycle — they're all just as much victims as she is, she realizes; still tightly chained to the conservative values and principles that carried from generation to generation.

Not to mention, a part of her still fears herself and her potential — what she is capable of if she were to regain her strength. Even then, Chiyori wouldn't be able withstand them, not all by herself. Her technique is the exact of her dead mother’s, only that she had more trouble keeping it under control than Chiyori. They learned how to keep it under tight ropes, and maybe that’s why Chiyori continues to stay with them despite their ill treatment of her. At least, that’s what she tells herself for the longest of time. It’s what she wants, what she needs.

[chikoyama]

In a world of delicacies, there existed so many interesting fillings and flavours to choose from. Ice cream, mochi, crepes, bubble tea, milkshakes — you name it. How could Chiyori possibly experience everything in just one go? No, she’d have to come back multiple times for the chance to try out new and different flavours. Perhaps with different people even! Yes, she’d have to do that. This was important! It was for research purposes!

[chikoyama]

Sorcerers weren’t particularly known for being brittle in nature. They were survivors, saviours, self-reliant. Sacrificial. All gallant values that they seemed to wear all too proudly on their chests like medals of honour. Values that they seemed to chant with almost a religious conviction. Carved into them like branding scars. All achieved over the span of several generations — several lifetimes. Through careful but consistent persuasion... until it seemed to become nothing but the root of their very existence.

These were values that seemed to not only echo amongst a selected crowd of sorcerers, but the rest of the population too. Right from their early days of training until they'd fulfilled their duty upon death. At the thought, a sardonic smile stretched past his lips. How very gallant, Ziggy noted to himself. Or reckless.

These were the beliefs and principles that sorcerers were conditioned to live by. Became their very reasons to too — principles so deeply ingrained within their personalities, it was almost tragic, Ziggy thought. Soldiers... no, machines programmed to unquestioningly abide by orders given. Programmed to give up their lives… for what exactly?

Because, weren’t curses humans too? Human-made at least. So were babies. Both species were warring against each other for a spot in this world. A place to belong. Aah, all beautiful thoughts — typical of anyone who claimed to be human, really. Unfortunately, thoughts that’d ironically lead them to their own demise... perhaps. Events of destruction and travesty were inevitable at least. They’d never learn, would they? It’d be just another repetition of history. Nothing the dimension hopper hadn’t seen before. It was the same across every Universe he’d visited.

Lightly pondering, the purple-haired creature leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, foot bouncing in anticipation for what was going to happen next. It was all too wicked, wasn't it? Languidly stretching his arms over his head, his mind briefly wandered to the bunny. Eeeh, so what would she do this time with the new life he’d granted her?

[chikoyama]

It was almost cozy Mahito would say as he lay repose on the metal beam. A pale leg — almost sickingly in its complexion — dangled over the edge, swinging idly as if pushed gently by the chill wind of the night.

The transfigured human that he'd tossed up in the air landed back into his palm. It was high up here, the scaffolding almost swaying against the curtain of darkness behind.

There was a bored expression on his face once he felt the presence of a sorcerer interrupting the moment, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head.

“Aaah-aaa, you humans always hold such attachments towards each other,” he sighed, his cadence light and airy despite the statement. “But have you ever considered the feelings of us curses?” Feigning despondency, Mahito dropped his head back as he raised a stitched hand to his forehead.

Beneath, amber eyes remained steady on him as she lifted her bag off her shoulder, movements slow and controlled. “Mhmm, I rather not consider that,” Chiyori returned, red-stained lips set into a straight line. “At least I doubt you have much feeling.”

“You humans truly are cold creatures and just no fun,” Mahito pouted, still clinging to the mask of peevish dramatics he’d put on — though, they both knew it was more in mock than sincere despair.

Tipping her head to the side, the sorceress tapped her sheathed weapon against the ground. A muscle tugged at the corner of her lip. “Well, why don’t you come down and play with me, then?”

With no small amount of modesty, perverse intrigue seemed to glisten in those dual-hued orbs as the curse shifted his gaze to the woman below. Then, his face split into a wicked grin. “If you insist.”

[chikoyama]

She kneads her stepmother's hand, gently, her fingers brushing over each joint, tracing the lines of her palm. Her hand feels delicate, Chiyori notes. Fingers long and slender; skin soft, nails well-kempt.

And there is a prolonged pause as a sense of melanchony layers over her like an invisible veil. Because her stepmother looks incredibly youthful even at this age, Chiyori thinks. Although, how often hadn’t she seen her taking care of her own appearances? How many hours a week didn’t the woman spend in front of the mirror, to apply blush to her cheeks, or rub lotion into her skin?

And all this, she does so for her husband, Chiyori thinks; her biological father. The thought alone is enough to make Chiyori appear visibly glum, shoulders drooping. Everything that could’ve been between the two but wasn’t. Now, that they were together, it seemed that they were simply holding onto the memories of what could’ve been.

She feels the sudden urge to raise the woman’s palm to her lips, and it’s tempting, overwhelming almost. I'm sorry, Chiyori wants to tell her. That you had to endure so much pain.

[chikoyama]

[chikoyama]

They could devour her if they wanted to, and she'd let them. Let them separate her every bone from skin and flesh. And while it happened, she'd endure the pain for them, squeeze her eyes shut, clench her jaw, grit her teeth and not let a single squeak slip past her lips — unless that's what they wanted of course. Then, she'd happily oblige by their every command and call. Bend herself over backwards to fulfill their every wish and desire.

If they gave her their all, why shouldn't she give them her all? And she was sickeningly afraid that one day, the idea of them leaving her would dawn upon them. So, she would do all within her power to cherish them, to keep them out of harm's way, and for them to keep wanting her as much as she wanted them. Was that really too much to ask of them? Of anyone?

[chikoyama]

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ASDHFHDHSJAJKL! Fazil, my literal twiiiin! 🥺

Thank you.

You know, I can only say the exact same about you! I truly admire your creative brain and how you always strive to grow. Witnessing your development over the years has been an honor.

Literally, without your support I’d never have been here.

I’m genuinely impressed by how much care and effort you put into writing your ocs too. I want to continue writing with you for a long time! And there’s literally no way I’ll ever stop following you. You’re stuck with me till the end of time — it’s a threat and a promise.

You’re sexy, and you’re awesome, even when you’re a sobbing mess. Remember that, babe.

Mwah, mwah! <3

[chikoyama]

"Sigh.. do I really have to do this?"

Fazil nodded eagerly in response, motioning with their hands for Chi-chan to proceed with their plan. It was Halloween after all.

"Fine. R-rawr.. I'm a vampire.. were-cat.. something. Happy?"

[chikoyama]

lol, so in early 2022 i created a slideshow in celebration of international women's day. i presented anime waifus to my friends. i had them anonymously write their thoughts on each waifu (like none of them had actually watched jjk, lol). i included maki, nobara, shoko and miwa.