#me 🤝 vessel

[houseofwolvess]

it's so funny watching people talk about how vessel holds his hands as someone who holds his hands the exact same way. like it's funny watching folks talk about how endearing and odd and interesting it is when it just seems. Normal to me

[moonchild-in-blue]

If I had a dollar for every band originated from a multi-instrumentalist / drummer duo of two best friends, lead by a sad pathetic wet cat piano man who writes the most gut-wrenching lyrics, with lore regarding the aformented frontman's darker side, who also uses black body paint and masks (on ocasion), and incorporates so many genres that made it impossible to properly classify it, I'd have two dollars, which is not a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

[frmtheroombelow]

I am driven to distraction

[quietwingsinthesky]

See the old money vs new money motif of gatsby obviously doesn’t translate to Sam/Lucifer, but you know what does work as a parallel? spn’s idea of humanity. humanity as something inherent to one group, humans, but that can be Lost under certain circumstances. (Turn into a monster? Sorry, you don’t really count anymore, even if you don’t want to hurt anyone. Drink some demon blood? You’re walking a fine line, buddy.) And angels are obviously Not Human and Lucifer is the Most Not Human of them all.

And what spn is using humanity for is shorthand for who deserves to be saved, really. Who has inherent worth and doesn’t end up on the wrong end of a rifle. Sam nearly loses that because of his shenanigans in s4, and it doesn’t matter that we, the audience, can tell that this worldview is messed up, that Sam would still deserve to be treated with dignity and not dragged out back and shot no matter how far he went because we know he was being manipulated and pushed to the edge and that his intentions were good. Doesn’t matter. Because Sam’s stuck in that mindset as deep as anyone else. If he loses his humanity, that’s it. No going back. And in s5, he’s clinging on with his fingernails.

And then obviously, here comes Lucifer. Lucifer borrowing the face of Sam’s dead girlfriend to get intimacy he hasn’t earned yet. Lucifer who wants to give Sam everything. Lucifer who understands how Sam has been hurt and what he’s been through and wants Sam to know that he understands. He’s been hurt, too. But, especially after Ruby, Lucifer is not a character Sam can allow himself to sympathize with for even a moment. Lucifer can wear a human face and tell Sam that they’re meant to be with a human voice but he’s Not. he can’t be. he never will be.

And obviously, Lucifer doesn’t want to be human, but that’s the shorthand. Lucifer wants what it promises. He wants to be the one saved/the one doing the saving. He wants to be proven right about everything he’s done. He wants Sam beside him of his own volition.

But he doesn’t really understand any of it. He’s grasping at straws, making overtures that he knows will appeal to Sam without really understanding why. Why does Sam want his family alive? Because if they’d never died in the first place, none of this would be happening. Why does Sam want revenge on the demons who fucked up his whole life? Because he was powerless to stop them when they were doing it. Why does Sam want someone who will understand what he’s been through? He doesn’t want someone, he wants it to be someone human, someone who can look at his experiences and say, you are still worth something. Lucifer can say that as much as he wants, and he will not count!!!

They’re speaking two different languages, and there’s no way for either of them to bridge the gap. Lucifer doesn’t have the experience he would need to actually understand Sam in a way that isn’t purely through the lens of his own life. Sam just flat out doesn’t want to understand Lucifer, he’s been burned and the only time he’ll ever get close is so that he can ultimately turn Lucifer down.

So, new money vs old money. Monstrousness vs humanity. You are either born with it or you aren’t, (and always you could lose it at any time) and any attempt to gain it for yourself will only end in you getting rejected.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Offerings

a/n I would say don’t ask cause my brain works on its own accord. Thanks to @twilighttowayvision for listening to me yap and making me write this. 🤍✨🫧🤝🏻🙂‍↕️

summary: this is loosely based on worship. Our oc is a back vocalist for ST and her and the boys aren’t afraid to get handsy on stage. The problem however is that she catches an eye of another band. So when Noah from bad omen wants her to be the guest act in one of his shows emotions run high. Jealousy bubbles. Pretty white jaws get bloody.

warning: sexual tension, sexual behavior implications, brat goodness.

Sleep token boys x reader

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The pre-show prep had been slow today. Mostly because you had enough time to get most of the stuff up and running in the couple of days that you’ve spent here. Meaning that there had been no running around, no packed sound checking, and no feeling of needing to be at four places at one time. So you had made yourself comfortable on one of the backstage sofas. Scrolling through different group chats you had going on with the whole sleep token crew. 

That’s when you came across the endless links Espera had sent you. “Tell me that you’ve seen this,"  the message read, followed by heaps of emoji that made no sense. You frowned slightly, clicking on the first link. And it’s not what you expected. A moment of confusion turned into shock before a grin spread onto your face. You quickly sat up, pressing on another link. A video after video played on and on until you were biting your lip.

“What are you smiling at?”, the sound of a iii’s voice nearly made you drop your phone.“Nothing,"  you answered a tad bit too enthusiastically, instantly making your bandmate narrow his eyes at you. “Yeah, right. You look like a Christmas tree,"  iv he huffed, pulling a towel from over his head as he dried his curls. You could lie. You couldn’t if you were being realistic. Their bullshit radar was too good for that. A half-truth might do the trick. Might… “Girls sent over this video,"  you shrugged, glancing back at your phone and trying really hard not to let your cheeks flame. 

“Oh, no… another thirst trap of us,"  ii grinned as he too stepped into the room, reaching for the beverage fridge. “You don’t need to drool over us via screen, baby girl," iii he cackled, wiggling his eyebrows. Striking one pose after another. He flexed his muscles as if he was indeed attending a competition of sorts. You couldn’t help but cackle at him.

“Got the real deal in blood and flesh right in front of you, darling," iv plopped down on the sofa, next to you, leaning in suggestively. You pushed back at his chest. “Not self-obsessed one bit," he simply shrugged, that shit-eating grin shining bright. “Give me that."  You didn’t even notice ii coming to your other side before your phone was in his hands, fingers flying over the numbers on your lock screen. “Hey, no."  You moved to stand up, but iv wrapped his arms around your middle, bringing you back down. This time onto his lap. Arms snacking over your middle. “You all suck,"  you growled, knowing full well that they were going to be met with.

“Yeah, if I could, I would steal the Siren," the voice on the screen filled the room and you don’t have to know it all to notice the way the three of them instantly looked at one another. Piecing together everything that had been happening. “Have you seen her? Her vocals would fit into most of our songs."  A light groan left IV's lips as Noah’s voice continued to bleed into the background. iii’s arms were crossed over his chest. There was no gleam of amusement in his eyes. It’s ii who seemed delighted with this. But not in a you-go-girl kind of way. Oh no, he knew what shitstorm this was going to cause. And to help with your matters, Vessel and Esperas casually stroll backstage as well. 

“We’re working on getting her on our side; I’d die a happy man if she brought her worshiping to our stage."  That was enough to make Vess halt. “What the fuck was that?”, he huffed, walking towards ii, glancing at the phone in his hands. “Bullshit, that’s what that was," iii said, shaking his head, leaning back against the wall in frustration. "Oh, come on,"  the girls laughed in unison, “a boy has a crush." Your eyes grew big as you shook your head with a hiss, “Girls.”

“Has a crush, my ass!", iv practically growled, hands tightening on your thighs, but you were quick to peel his hands off you. “Now who’s being hypocritical?" You stood up, narrowing your eyes at him. He was annoying when he wanted to be. You knew that first hand “What is that supposed to mean?” Iv is quick to jump up too. You knew he was harmless, but his quick movement still made you step back slightly. “You go off to play with Oli, and no one says a peep about it,"  you wheezed through gritted teeth. “That is different," ii cut in, and you couldn’t help but gape at him. Of course, his shit-stirring ass would side with them. “Last time I checked, he can also grab iv dick, no NDA about that?"  you said, crossing your arms over your chest. Just made the mistake of glancing at iv, who was practically red with anger now, “You fucking...", but he didn’t get to finish the sentence before iii draped an arm around his shoulder, turning him around. “Cool off,"  he muttered, tapping a hand on iv’s chest. 

“Breather. Outside. Now”, Vessel pointed towards the door. And as much as you hated the pre-concert arguments, you didn’t want to drop this now. “Bark while you’re at it,"  you raised both middle fingers at iv, but the sight was short-lived as Vess stepped in front of you, gripping your jaw and pulling your face to meet his. "Y/n,"  it was barely a whisper, but the tone shift said it all. “We’ll talk about this after."  You want to fight back, but instead, you just nodded. Pushing past him to go get ready. Simply out of spite moving to quickly typed out a message to Bad Omen’s Instagram account. The likelihood of them seeing it, however, was low. Right…?

The concert ended up being only mid. The tension that usually had everyone grinding against one another. Pushing the possible limits had turned into a cold war. In moments like this, iv pride was bigger than him. You knew he wouldn’t blow off before the show started, so it wasn’t that much of a surprise that he pretty much avoided you like the plague. Leaving you at the mercy of iii and Vessel for the most part. So it was Vess who had you press against his chest until the black paint was smudging all over your back. Hand on your throat as he sang the lyrics of the songs straight into your bloodstream. Even the kiss that iii leaned in for felt off, so you didn’t push him. Didn’t push any of them. Not when your attempts of luring them out of their pissy mood was cut with a cold shoulder. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t frustrated about it. 

"Here," warmth spreads through your body as a familiar scent filled your senses. You welcomed it on most days, but today it only made your frown deepen. So with a shrug of the hand, you pushed the leather jacket off. “Don’t be a brat; you’ll catch a cold," iii grunted, forcefully wrapping you up in iv’s jacket. 

“Who knew you would be the one mending the bridges", you hissed out, taking another drag from your cigarette. iii tapped at his lips, and you quickly held the same cigarette out for him, letting him take a couple of drags in. “He’s pissed because he cares," iii said after blowing out the smoke. “We both know that he’s fiercely protective over people he lets in close." And you knew that. Knew that from all the tines his steal mask would slip. And you would be left with nothing but a needy man. One that’s constantly leaning into you or falling asleep on your shoulder. “You remember him after people started talking shit about Vess dancing”, iii pointed out, “He yapped about it for the rest of the night. I throw punches, iv talks, that’s his weapon”.

“You are all acting as if I’m about to sell my body on the highway," you huffed, shaking your head in frustration. “We found you first," iii nearly sang, snatching the cigarette from between your fingers. “Oh Jesus, it’s that fucking male ego,"  you growled, wrapping the iv’s jacket tighter around your body. iii extended one of his arms out. You didn’t need to be told twice, as you buried your face in his chest. “You are a whole package,"  he muttered under his breath, pressing his lips to the top of his head. “We don’t want you jumping ships." You pulled back slightly. “I’m not leaving you; it’s one concert from what I understood,"  you whispered, knowing full well that if they said no, you wouldn’t go. After all, they were your people. And the last thing you wanted was for them to feel as if you were replacing them in some way. “One too many, baby,"  he let out a sigh, “One too fucking many”, killing the cigarette with his foot before pulling you back into the warmth of the back room. 

The topic of those videos was dropped without bringing it up ever again. They don’t bring it up, so you did just the same. Until one night, your phone pings, and you couldn’t help the grin that spreads over your face. “Tell me that I can see your cute face tonight”, it read. Making you fall back onto your bed, as you silently screamed into your screen. You keep it to yourself this time. The least ears heard about the less hearts would break, but even as you were getting ready to leave, you knew that there was no way you could leave the apartment you all rented out without the boys noticing you walking down the stairs, and from the sound coming from lower floor, they were in the living room. In conclusion right by the staircase. But what was bitting another bullet after all?

"Okay, style icon," iii whistled as the sound of your heels made them all turn your way. You shot him a smile, “You like?" Twistling,  you gave them all a look at your head-to-toe black outfit, only a baby pink mini dress bringing contrast to the whole outfit. “Are you sure you girls don’t want us tagging along?”, Vessel asked, tilting his beer bottle your way. And here you were. Screwed all over. You had forgotten about girls going out tonight. Well, you were going out with them until you got that message, and then your brain blanked. “She’s not going with the girls," iv muttered, his jaw clenched as his eyes looked you up and down. Not the gentle kind of look. Oh, no. He was eating you with his gaze. Burning through your skin. Seeing into part of you, you didn’t want him to. Sending a shiver down your spine. “IV is right, I’m not."  You held your head up; you owned them nothing. Well, not fully true, but still. You were your own person. “Tell me that it’s not what I think it is," ii chuckled, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Wipe that grin off your face," you grunted.

Silence fell over the room. ii kept his eyes on you challenging you to break first. But when you didn’t back away he leaned forward. Both inked palms firmly placed on the table. “Careful, or you’ll be whipping something else off your face and legs,"  he said, leaning forward. His blunt answer and forwardness took you off-hand because to get through the impenetrable wall of calmness that ii had built was impossible. It had been impossible. “Not yours to paint tonight,"  you shot them a smile, reaching for the bottle iii was holding before downing the last remaining liquid. “But I’ll send Noah your hellos,"  you smiled at them right as the sound of a car signaling outside of the window echoed, “Don’t wait up, boys." You waved them off over your shoulder. Feeling your heart hammer against your ribcage. The dizziness clouding your eyes. But you couldn’t turn back now. You couldn’t go there now when you knew they were boiling. This was good. This would give them time. Right…?

[delicious-in-imagines]

A HOLM ENJOYERRR <333 maybe a scenario where reader revives marillier (holm's undine) after the falin fight?

BROTHER! 🤝 This is such a cute scenario - absolutely! (This definitely got away from me, but this was so fucking cute, I just had to go above and beyond - the Holm girlies have got to eat!)

Holm Kranom

The meal upon his lips lacks it's usual savor, his eyes constantly travelling back to the flask settled gently onto the ground. Each and every time his eyes catch on the curve of it, the prickle of tears filters to the backs of his eyes, taking his sleeve and rubbing at the redden eyes. Tears wouldn't help the situation, though his heart mourns for the sorry state that his beloved undine was left in after the chimera battle.

It's made worse by your lacking presence at his side, in fact, he hasn't seen hide nor hair of you since they made a quick camp to find some respite before returning to the surface with Shuro's group. He lacks any comfort in that moment, pushing his meal around his plate, eyes downcast as he tries to make sense of everything going on. Even without his despair and grief, the atmosphere with thick with tension after the collective deaths of most of the groups.

The sound of footsteps doesn't draw his attention until Mickbell jumps to question you and your absence, and Holm lifts his head. The hair on the nape of his neck prickles when he sees the fresh blood coating your armor. You wave away any concerns, showing that your skin is unmarred and only the barest hint of scratches adorning your clothes.

You beeline for him, and before he can even question you, you settle beside him, leaning against him, and he can see the exhaustion painting your features. You nudge your forehead against his, and he slips his hand into yours, feeling the reassuring squeeze of your grasp in his own.

"Sorry for disappearing, I... had to do something."

His cocked brow is his answer, and you pull away which sends a sad twinge through his heart until you gently brush your fingers against Marillier's flask.

"May I?"

Even despite his confusion, he nods. You gently pluck up the vessel, uncorking it and upturning it into the cradle of your palm. She is a sad sight indeed, barely a few drops of water left. She sloshes slowly in your hand, chasing the warmth and comfort of her second favorite person.

"Oh, poor darling... I'm so sorry."

You coo to her, bringing her up to your cheek where she weakly brushes against you. Holm makes an aborted sob, nearly unable to look upon his little droplet. He's had her for so long, has watched her grow and grow over the years, and to see her in such a sad state...

It's enough to bring those tears fresh to his eyes, to strike harshly at the broken pieces of his heart.

With one hand, you fish through your pack at your side, and Holm watches through blurry sight as you pluck a few bottles from the depths. Each one sloshes with thick, viscous fluid, gleaming crimson in the magical light Marcille has summoned. He stares wide-eyed as you fumble with the corks on the first, and bring the bottle to Marillier.

She slips through the lip of the bottle disappearing into the blood and slowly but surely the liquid turns clear. With a renewed vigor she climbs the edge of the bottle, leaning towards the other two that are stowed at your side. She repeats the action, and before long, she is sluggish with fullness instead of weakness, clambering back into the lines of your palm.

"There you go. Feeling better, sweetheart?"

You ask, gently bringing her back up to her face as she bumps against your nose and cheeks, drawing a soft laughter to your lips. She's barely doubled in size, but it's enough that some of her personality begins to return. Soft warmth envelopes around the cup of your hands, and it takes a moment for you to register that Holm's face is pressed into the crook of your neck, his sobs beginning to filter through.

You shift Marillier to one hand, to wrap the other around the gnome and embrace him into your side. The undine gently stretches and undulates, the soft echoing sound of her concern as she brushes against Holm's face. Finally he pulls away, and the water spirit gently rubs over his cheeks, consuming the tears and wiping them away. He laughs, freeing and cathartic as he gently takes her from you, holding her near and dear to his chest.

"Oh, Mari... I'm so sorry."

He turns to look at you, sniffling and wiping his face on his sleeve.

"This is where you went?"

He asks, nodding to the bottles. You nod, and place them to the side after bottling them.

"I went to find some of those harpies that were left behind, I just had to do something for her."

Holm pauses, and warmth blooms across his chest, feeling the tears spring fresh to his eyes - though they are out of overwhelming love, knowing how far you would go to take care of someone so near and dear to him. He leans forward to press a kiss to your temple, burying his face into your hair.

"I don't have the words to thank you..."

He murmurs, while Marillier wiggles happily in his hands, drawing a refreshing laughter that bubbled up from both of you.

"Neither does Marillier, but I don't think that's going to stop her."

[discoonthegrass]

I hope that Tinder and Grindr no longer exist in the 23rd century… even if they do, I don’t think Kirk would be on them. Still, humor me! I had a lot of fun coming up with these!

[heartfullofleeches]

Bugman 🤝 Liu

This body/vessel is not my own/is too small for me therefore i must scratch until I am free

(Liu doesn't have this problem as much anymore, but it is the cause of the scar over their eye. Bugman unfortunately will live with this for the rest of its mortal life)

[hadescavedish]

Management tactics:

Flint 🤝 Eleanor: nobody crosses me 👊 seize the vessel

Silver 🤝 Max: if you have problems we'll talk this out and worm my way into everybody's brain

[protect-namine]

I am about to start a neji route (because I feel that I need at least three playthroughs to fully understand neji and his plays, so I can't leave him for last). so my thoughts on this may change, but for the moment, my thesis is that neji and kisa are the same kind of thespian, just in different fonts.

(I am slightly exaggerating kisa'a character here. there are hints and I do think pushing the envelope of what her character could be is part of what makes kisa... kisa. as I'll explain later, for better and worse, kisa is constrained by the conventions of being an otome heroine.)

anyway. in essence. neji turns Other Persons into stories,

and kisa turns Other Persons into performances,

while they both simultaneously run away from, avoid, or sacrifice Becoming Persons themselves, for the sake of theater

or maybe it's the other way around. something something discovery if not recognition of the self through the other... except they're both unreliable narrators so who's to say if the recognition actually takes hold, really. kisa at least is a little bit self aware. neji, on the other hand, deals with realizations of the self through writing, without actually processing them (e.g. ms robin, domina, etc).

I keep thinking about (novel) kisa closing her eyes and feeling like her sense of self would melt away until tsuki centers her and gives her theater as a way to heal from the grief of losing her mother. it happens again during tsuki's univeil performance: kisa curling in on herself and tsuki pulling her back to theater as way to help kisa move forward with her dreams. pretending to be others is more fun than being herself.

and then there is neji (insert spiderman pointing at spiderman meme). but in his case, he would rather play eccentric roles, caricatures, comic relief, than be a Person With Depth on stage. neji is always either a seer of some kind (a fortune teller, a ghost who sees 10 seconds into the future) or a bit character (employee A), or... whatever he initially planned for domina. he is the mechanic behind the stage, but never the lead actor. his vulnerabilities do not need to "stolen" for the story, though others' are fair game.

kisa does not think about gender as it applies to herself in her daily life (mostly) and only sees it through the lens of acting and theater. how does she act mukai vs maiden, charles vs chicchi? the same way that neji does not think about the motifs and characters he writes as a window to himself, but rather as objects to be put on stage. rukiora is based on a younger neji, mary jane is I Am Death: Revisited (mary jane is to takihime as gashadokuro is to jacob), sissia is always meant to be the foil to I Am Death. but neji doeen't really understand that just like how he didn't understand oh rama havenna. sissia (kisa route, jack jeanne ver) is to kisa as domina is to neji.

literally kisa at her most extreme is just theater thoughts 24/7

kisa "I don't like being me; I'd rather be other people" tachibana 🤝 kokuto "I need to experiment and witness visions I can't create or I'll die" neji: this is a totally sane and Normal way to cope with abandonment and grief 👍

(it is not implied in the game, but since kisa turned to theater to cope with grief as a child, I wonder if the reason she never looks too deeply into tsuki's disappearance is because she's once again using theater as an excuse to conveniently Not Think About It. out of sight, out of mind. tsuki must be doing well, wherever he is, whatever it is he's doing.)

there is also the meta perspective of how kisa in-game inhabits a role where the player can (and is expected to) self-insert. otome dictates that protagonist kisa must be malleable to the player (who can choose to focus on a variety of relationships in her stead), and the plot dictates that actor kisa must be malleable to her stage roles (jack or jeanne, maiden or hero, flower or vessel), and novel kisa dictates that kisa must malleable to pretending to be other people because it's more preferable to being herself.

every thought she has about herself must be tied to acting, somehow. kisa's personhood is defined through stagecraft. she is the maiden, and mukai, and charles, and chicchi, and sissia. she can romance anyone in the school, of the player's choosing. she can be jack, and jeanne, and jack jeanne. don't get me wrong; kisa is her own character and has a strongly defined personality, but the story also demands for her to be malleable. a painting and a blank canvass at the same time.

neji externalizes where kisa internalizes. where kisa Must Perform™ to function and to avoid herself, neji Must Create™ to function and to avoid himself. scriptwriter neji dictates that neji must use everything at his disposal — his memories, his classmates, his obscure knowledge — as inspiration for stories. director neji dictates that he must use everything he knows about his actors — their complexes, their relationships, their weaknesses and strengths — as inspiration for stories. from the cook (mitsuki) needing apricots for a recipe and wanting to harvest honey from a beehive, to mary jane (fumi) being good at sewing and wanting an equal in jacob. suzu and sou fighting and developing a rivalry leads to jire and fugio fighting over chicchi. kai limits himself as a vessel in hasekura, and kai learns to embrace his desires as the priest. from the water/ocean/drowning themes, to rukiora being based on neji's younger self, and her family life and relationship with domina.

every thought neji has must be tied to stories, somehow. neji's personhood is scattered through stagecraft. the more you read his plays and lyrics, the more you get a glimpse of who he is. it is to the point that neji himself doesn't... really see how his stories reflect himself. ms robin being a "random" song the jazz lounge singer sings thay hasekura and ando can dance to, oh rama havenna being a so-so throwaway play that neji doesn't understand why it's entertaining. lmao. neji, please.

and this is why when problems arise, neji becomes a demanding director and kisa becomes a chameleon actor with a shaky sense of self (we don't really see this a lot because jack jeanne is not that dark of a story and kisa is still an otome heroine of an uplifting game, but it's a reasonable conclusion if you push hard on the kisa from neji's "good morning" exercise, or kisa going ham on method acting as charles. kinda wish the game explored more of that. I think a very stressed kisa can get lost in method acting, just as a very stressed neji is almost paralyzed by the fear of the death of talent).

idk where I was going with this. just. them. they have the same issues, just in different fonts. and I think that's actually what first attracts neji to kisa. kisa "steals" (to borrow neji's own words) just like him. kisa is a fountain of inspiration, an ever changing muse. and neji provides kisa with an endless amount of prompts and characters for her to inhabit. kisa does like to play pretend a lot. that's why she's in theater!

kisa and neji: Art Imitates Life people stuck in a Life Imitates Art video game

ANYWAY usual disclaimer that I'm jotting down livebloghing thoughts and I know some spoilers to neji's route but I'm only just about to actualy start his playthrough so. yeah. this was drafted all the way back in may lol, opinions may change and all that

[moonchild-in-blue]

I'm about to drive in the ocean I'ma try to swim from somethin' bigger than me

[voxofthevoid]

I kind of feel like this *can't* mean Megumi is dead, because wowie. If he gets basically off-screened with absolutely zero resistance or death scene immediately after Gojo dies with "no ragrats :D" that's just next level bad writing for so many reasons.

I absolutely agree it'd be bad writing and just straight-up bullshit, but I'm no longer sure that's enough to make it...not happen, ya know?

I don't think it's 100% certain that Sukuna assuming his OG form means Megumi's gone for good, but the evidence so far does heavily favor that interpretation. In Chapter 199, the Angel states that her rationale for wanting to purge the incarnated players is that most of them will suppress and destroy the host's consciousness when they take over, consciously or otherwise.*

Suppression seems reversible. Destruction is another matter. Given how JJK keeps emphasizing the link between the body and the mind, plus their unity, I've assumed that the physical form changing to match the incarnated sorcerer indicates that the host soul is destroyed. Two elements in the narrative also support this: the Yorozu-Tsumiki affair and Sukuna retaining Megumi's appearance until now.

If Tsumiki had been utterly lost from the moment Yorozu incarnated, there wouldn't have been much of a point in Sukuna killing her using Megumi's body and CT. But since Yorozu retained Tsumiki's appearance, the implication seems to be that Tsumiki's soul was still there, suppressed, leading to Megumi's despair when Sukuna kills her.

Sukuna retaining Megumi's body reads similarly. The in-universe explanation may be a mix of practical and psychological—more the former, probably, since Sukuna is Sukuna. He needs the body to use the Ten Shadows and thus counter Satoru. At the narrative level, it leaves saving Megumi as an option for us readers and the other characters, and we know that, at least at the beginning, Satoru was trying to do that. Now that Sukuna no longer needs Megumi's CT (and most of the shinigami are gone anyway), he's back in his true form. Following the above line of logic, it means Megumi's gone.

But these are more inferences than concrete facts. As far I know/remember, it's never been explicitly stated that the vessel's appearance changing indicates their soul is destroyed. That said, I do think these are strong enough implications that negating them would read as a retcon.

This then leads to a situation where (i) if this isn't the case and Megumi can be restored somehow from Sukuna's OG form, it's bad writing, and (ii) if this is the case, and Megumi really is gone without any meaningful resistance, it's bad writing. This particular facet of the narrative is fucked anyway...along with many others, as we saw recently.

There's the secret third option that Megumi is buried inside Sukuna (heh) and will resist but ultimately die, but it'll still be in line with point (i) in terms of the writing, though more satisfying overall.

I think the best indicator of whether or not Megumi's still kicking is seeing if Sukuna can still use the Ten Shadows in this form. It should tell us whether the body and the CT engraved in it are still Megumi's or if Sukuna has wholly supplanted both.

*I'm going by the TCB translation since I can't access the Viz ones online and don't have this volume in print. Feel free to correct me if the official translation or the original Japanese adds further nuance.

(Also, "no ragrats :D" got a laugh out of me. We stay salty 🤝)

[cconfusedkat]

(wowie who knew my words held so much power- anyways pointless info about this character i made on a kallamar simping whim due to my transfem existance Joomer🐟 -Follower face / follower type: Marlin (🐟) -Transfem (would add more if i understood more of it, i am confused and scared and bad at reading :,[) -Will commit horrific f**king things for praise -Voice Hc: Don Quixote (Limbus company) will add more when im smarter at these things, i am genuinely stupid at this stuff. to those who like this wonderful artist's art, be free to ignore these writings. Praise Kallamar!... and the old faith i guess)

I GOTCHU I GOTCHU ANON 🤝🤝🤝

Hope i did your lil marlin fishie right and if they're a vessel or not :-33 lemme know if youd like me to add or change anything for you while also identifying their prns ,, i think Joomer is so silly 🫶

also.... ALSO....

me 🤝 you = transfems who love kall (OMFG DO I KNOW ANY OTHER TFEMS THAT LOVE HIR ???? Im pretty sure theres another tfem i can think of rn- tHAT MAKES THREE)

[gojo-mochi]

here u go my love *blows a kiss*

Most often, he would come and sit in the back rows of the cafe. He’d always order a black coffee with no sugar or cream. Was he bitter like that? You watched in awe of him every day, seeing him grin to himself as he watched you. Was he interested? For a woman like you?

You saw him come in again, sharp at 9am. He wore his usual kimono with his hair splaying out in spikes as it dripped down. A stitch-line was noticeable across his forehead. Without delay, you approached him with a smile.

“Hello! Your usual this morning sir?”

He was way taller than you; so much, that he had to lean down to register your name on your small plaque.

“Softy? Please, that would be perfect.” He gave you a close eyed grin, “You can call me Geto for my order.” You quickly took note and scurried away. A light blush settled on your cheeks.

Fuck! Why did he have to say your name so sexy? Why was he so goddamn tall?!! Why was he so fine???!! You trembled as you came back with his coffee.

Geto was certainly more than interested in you of course. You had an energy so strong hidden underneath you: so, so important that it’ll change his game if he had you. Already, you were a frail and weak woman. You’ve fallen for his vessel and with that advantage he can tap your powers to his use.

He gazed at you with his chin resting on his knuckles as you timidly came back to him. You would make an easy pet. Your legs moved out from your plain work skirt and your hair fluttered as you sped.

“Here you go, Geto.” you say, gently placing the drink before him, “Enjoy—“

“Sit with me.”

You froze, eyes trailing up to his calm face. He…didn’t seem terrible or with intentions. So idly, you glanced at the clock before deciding, “Ah, well only for a few minutes of course.”

You pulled forward a chair and sat, sitting quietly. You eyes were in the table as you watched his thick fingers wrap around the cup to bring up to his lips.

“You’re pretty, Softy.”

You blushed, eyes looking up at him adoringly, “O-oh? Thank you?” Geto leaned foward, his stature providing him enough length to reach your ear on the other side of the table.

He breathed huskily into your ear, his hand sneaking under the table to run up your thigh— dangerously close to your core, “Mm, are you free tonight? I’d love to treat a good girl like you sometime.”

You gulped, burning oh so much at his words that tickled you. He squeezed your thigh, expecting an answer. And so stuttering you nodded quickly.

“That’s great! Well then,” his demeanor changed as he stood up, “See you at the front at 8pm?” He took his coffee as he walked out, knowing full well that you’d follow —exactly like a good girl would— even if he’d have to force you.

But of course, did he have to?

You came back, like a human always would. So needy and begging to be filled by his cum. So desperate for touch even if it was a slap across your face. So whiny and loud as he fucked you into oblivion— leaving you a complete mess in your own bed.

Geto, or Kenjaku now as he revealed his name, made it known that he wanted you for your power. And you? You complied easily, as long as he let you follow him and offer your body to be pleased.

“Kenjaku?”

He looked up from his game with the other curses, seeing your…outfit. “Yes, Softy?”

“Can we…?”

You fiddled with the hem of the lingerie, embarrassed. The curse smiled, motioning you forward on his lap. You sat down; he bounced his leg lightly to earn a gasp from you.

“My my love,” he whispered, finger trailing down to your pussy, “No panties?”

“Just for you, Kenjaku.”

OMG STEPH IMMM UGHHHHH I CAN BE HIS PET I CAN WOOF I CAN MEOW I CAN BE WHATEVER HE WANTS ME TO BE 😩😩💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦 KENJAKUUUUUU GOD YES😭😭😭😭😭 TELLING ME HIS REAL NAME LIKE YEAH IM A GOOD GIRL ILL KEEP IT SECRET SIR🤝🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕

STEPH I LOVE YOU SI MUCHHHH

[aquareegia]

Me getting gender envyfrom Vessel 🤝🏼 You getting gender envy from Ivy

I get gender envy from all of them tbh but there's just something about Ivy especially! He's just so shapes and gender! 😩👌

[futurewife]

Oh my God audio porn enjoyer 🤝🤝. Sometimes they're SO good. And sometimes they're so.... Bad

RIGHT some can be so BADDD...it can take a while to find one that hits just right for you personally. Anything that's like rough b.dsm d.dlg maledom is an instant pass cause the specific kind of dirty talk and grunting and...affectation I often find in them is very cringey to me, or sometimes it's like you can tell someone is trying really hard to be "masculine" and sexy and scary. BUT you know there is a foot for every shoe and there must be an audience for this genre to be so prolific I guess.

Personally I am usually looking up msub or soft mdom. The hottest audios are when you can kinda tell the person making it really cares about the product and the wellbeing of their listeners, like they genuinely enjoy complimenting their listeners and telling them they're beautiful etc like making them emotionally feel good! I'm a GEDaudio fan cause I like his extremely honest british awkwardness/dorkiness, it's soooooo cute to me ugh when he's stuttering and fumbling it makes me want to bite something LOL (f.reddie s.troma projection vessel) and the fact that he screams and begs and whines like he's possessed in some of them. I love his regency/bridgerton themed audios which often have SCENES and PLOT hahaha the build up gets me crazyyyy like omg what's going to happen next :0