#ooc: i return!!

[mentally-joyful-demobot]

It's the same, loud engine again. This time though, V is happy to be on it. Happy to be out. The sun is setting over the horizon and she speeds openly over the abandoned desert road. She's learned that no one bothers to monitor the roads like these. The daily heat is beginning to die away as the sky transitions from bright blue to a soft purple.

She's finally found the time and energy to ride back out to talk to Esme. With two legible copies of A Wrinkle In Time no less!

You've outdone yourself this time. Remembering to talk to your friends? Unheard of!

She pulls around to the front of the greenhouse, gentler with her arrival this time. She parks the motorcycle and takes off her helmet, trading it for the books.

"It's V! Are you here?"

(-@emotionally-helpful-illusionist)

[ It had been some time since Esmé had anything remotely eventful happen. Things just. . . Got quiet for a while. She didn't mind, but it felt odd not having to run around and deal with a million problems; odd. . . Oddly nice? Maybe? ]

[ Hearing the sound of a motorcycle engine approach and cut off was off putting to her at first, but soon the memory resurfaced: V! Her book club friend! She made her way outside, setting down the watering can she had been holding. As the summer heat grew intense, she had taken to adjusting her schedule to water the plants in the early morning and near dusk to avoid overheating herself and damaging the plants. ]

V! IT IS GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!

[ She noted the books in her friend's arms, the satellite on her hat flicked about with curiosity and glee. ]

WHAT HAVE YOU GOT THERE?

[yippee-optimistically]

small lightbrush dump bc i read the most immaculate fic of them last night and cant find anything else that good i havent read. im so obsessed w this yuri rn

[ge]

[chungmyungenthusiast]

Banter

Notes I Pure fluff maybe + chung myung content ?!?! woah.. keep in mind that this is not edited and checked :3

Chung Myung will never let you live this down. No way. Especially when he, quite literally, had you pinned down. "Give up yet?" He asks, his tone teasing as he looks down at you with that shit-eating grin he knows you have a hate-love relationship with. God, you want to wipe that grin off his face so bad. "Love," You start, your tone seemingly pleading as you look up at him. The one and only Mount Hua's Divine Dragon, Chung Myung, swore he could explode at any given moment. And while that normally is a threat to the other disciples, it means something else now. Slowly but surely, you lean closer to him. You then pout, "Please.." A kiss, then you turn the tables on him. For a split second, he was caught off-guard with that kiss; you didn't waste any time switching your positions. How cute he looks when he's under you. "I'll kiss you, okay? So please, keep your voice down."

Notes II Chung Myung deserves all of the kisses and hugs in the world.

[zuzu-draws]

I was thinking about how much Gege emphasizes Yuuji's death from the beginning of the manga.

First with Wasuke's words when he asks his grandson not to die alone like him. Then there's that obsession of Yuuji's to have a dignified death and not die in vain. It's also very curious how just before Sukuna takes over Megumi's body, Yuuji is thinking about how he is ready to die alongside Sukuna when they are executed. Not to mention the words Yuuki tells Choso, about how he should live for Yuuji, because if he dies, Yuuji would be left all alone... And well, Choso is already dead and Yuuji has no one left.

I think it's very likely that he will decide to die together with Sukuna, because you have to remember that despite everything, Yuuji still feels guilty for what happened in Shibuya and maybe he's looking to redeem himself with his sacrifice.

And Gege also overemphasizes that for Sukuna love has no value and that he has always been very lonely. Neither Kashimo, nor Yorozu nor Uraume and neither Gojo have been able to teach him what love is, perhaps it is because the person destined to do so is... Yuuji?

oml reading this made me emotional again, i agree so much!! And yeah, at this point, there really is no one left to answer Sukuna's love confusion but Yuuji ;_; I still wonder how Yuuji's going to do that though.

For Yuuji to truly grasp the situation at hand, for him to "save" Sukuna, he'll have to understand him first. To do that, he'll need to know his past.

The fact that Gege made his domain related to touching the soul and spirit itself,,, is just so wonderful to me. Because this links Yuuji to Sukuna in a very delicate, somewhat sensitive manner, in a manner Sukuna has no defence against. In trying to save Megumi, could Yuuji accidentally sync himself to Sukuna's soul? would that propel him into the memories stored deep within Sukuna's soul, thrown completely off guard? Is Sukuna going to let his memories be read? Or would he even care? Will he use his experiences as a justification for upholding his current ideology against Yuuji? and How would Yuuji react to them being related to each other? Would this solidify Yuuji's belief that in putting down Sukuna, he'll have to perish along with him?

So that they both could get a new start, in another life? Where perhaps the inclusion of one other person could prevent Sukuna's downward spiral into utter destruction?

That perhaps the love of that person, could save him from the his Loneliness?

This just has too many possibilities and i'm just clutching at my heart at the moment, i sincerely HOPE Gege doesn't fumble this wonderful opportunity to help develop Sukuna as a character further.

Clearly, it makes sense why the first chapter of JJK is titled as "Ryomen Sukuna", this story is about Sukuna and Yuuji, right from the very start.

[sarastuss]

i am away for christmas, from 20th - 26th! i have my laptop with me, but i doubt i will have time to write at all since i am focusing on visiting family, + need to handle some assignments, sadly. however, i am on mobile, reading the tumblr dash like my morning paper as usual &. then of course, on discord! 💛 i hope everyone has a safe, &. cozy holidays! ✨

[iicomet]

(In which he ponders over the final moments of his senior.)

(ooc? chungmyung and gn!reader - second pov, angst.)

    When did everything go so wrong?

  He knew that there would be losses in this fight— it was against the heavenly demon, after all. He was ready to watch his companions die before him, watch the way they take the last of their breaths and watch them lose their life fighting. He knew that that might be his own fate as well, but he knew he had to keep fighting.

  He just never expected your death to be one of the firsts.

  Your death was so stupid as well, to save someone else instead of your own life? Were you dumb? They could've saved themselves. He knew they were strong enough. You knew they were strong enough. You were strong enough to win.

  So why did you just go ahead and die? What made you give up on your own spirit and hesitate in a moment of war, even when you're the one who took this opponent for yourself? He couldn’t understand the train of your thoughts, and even after all those years spent trying, he never seemed to be able to.

  He wished he did, though.

  He watched the way your eyes widened briefly at the strike, your blood rushing out of your body with a splatter and draining your face of its color. The grip on your weapon loosened, but you still held onto it like it was your lifeline. You gritted your teeth, ignoring the way blood dripped down your own skin like it was sweat and rushed forward, swinging your weapon towards everyone but the person who struck you first. 

  It was a cinematic beauty. The dark skies and heavy atmosphere, your strong and undefeatable spirit, a light against dark situation. The way your eyes shone with so much determination, even if the same light was slowly disappearing with each passing moment. Your sword, once smooth and powerful, struck with force that seemed to be filled with pain and regret.

  He wonders, centuries later— was it your wounds that made you this way? Or was it the scars in your heart that had reopened the moment you saw your opponent, causing you to falter? 

  He sighs. He’ll never know.

  The words you mouthed to him at the last moment as well, the desperation and guilt over taking you as you still tried to reassure him in your final moments from afar. Stupid senior.

You’re the one hurt, not him.

You’re the one who’s surrounded with enemies, your strength depleting quickly, not him. 

  You’re the one dying, not him. 

So, so foolish. So, so reckless. So, so arrogant.

So, so foolish. So, so reckless. So, so arrogant.

 (He ignores the reminder of who he was truly describing at that moment.)

  Chung Myung blinks, his vision blurring despite the tears that welled up in his eyes. No, it’s just the rain. He doesn’t cry, he’s not weak enough to cry over matters like this. After all, he had just decapitated the heavenly demon, the one who took away his comrades, his Mount Hua, his senior.

  He huffed, the adrenaline rushing out of his system as the regret began to flood in. Ah, he really should’ve trained harder. He really should’ve listened. He wondered, what will become of Mount Hua after this? What will happen to everyone else? He worries, worries so much, but there wasn’t enough time to think.

  His eyes began to fail him, his body falling to the ground. It felt soft, despite the hardships the people below him had carried. At that moment, he thought he saw his senior, crawling over to him with tears in their eyes, weakly calling out to him. He thought he could feel their familiar warmth, hugging his slowly freezing body that was sticky with blood. 

  “Chung-myung…Don’t go, Chung Myung.”

  He hears, desperate and anguished. 

  He felt like laughing. Did his mind go crazy during the fight? His senses were all wrong now. How could he hear the voice of someone dead? They’re gone. Now, even his senior who always caught him in his mischief, couldn’t catch him anymore. He laughed—or rather, he tried— but failed, his voice stopping at his lungs that had begun to disappoint him as well.

  Maybe, just maybe—he’ll see his seniors in heaven.

  Even if he wouldn’t, he could always just fight gods to make sure he could meet them again.

  Unfortunately, it was just a hopeless wish. How foolish of him, to even think it would come true. Perhaps this is karma for being the way he was when they were all still here.

  (But, at least he’ll see them again soon.)

[marshmalleaux-queen]

Greetings, Earth-folk! I have acquired one of your cellular communication devices and am finding it very entertaining! I am beginning to see the appeal of capturing these "self me's" your kind are known for!

Unfortunately, I am stuck here for the foreseeable future while my ship is in repair. But while nothing could replace my beloved Oinker, I believe this small pink creature I found will make for a suitable stand-in to show off during your Hallowed Ween event!

Look, he has even acquired a snack! Hehehe!

[thegimmickblog]

I think the boops being back has cured my depression for the time being, so let's do some trick or treating! Send me an ask with some kind of message I can gimmick all over and I will respond as a treat(gimmick) or trick(just a random blog maybe yours).

[volivolition]

wiggles my fingers at you ouuuu… you want to tell me about solace so bad…

HKJGG wiggles my fingers back lovingly!!! i really do, i fuckin LOVE solace :3 hey did you know i really like making fake skill descriptions?

SOLACE

Follow the north star. Find light in even the darkest places. Cool for: Optimists, Recovering lost souls, Sweet summer children

Solace is the skill you tucked away long ago, at the bottom of Pandora's box. The little one that tells you: despite it all, there is still hope. It needs a lot of nurturing -- and it's far from being the most helpful for police work -- but taking care of it is basically self-care. It enables you to find the glow in yourself that you often ascribe to gold lungs or brilliant halos in others. It encourages you to wake up and watch the sunrise, to play board games with someone you love, to forgive yourself and let yourself be a gentler kind of animal. Constantly looking forward to a brighter future, it also helps shield your morale from damage.

At high levels, Solace gives you a heightened sense of childlike optimism - which isn't always the sense to lead with in this precariously harsh world. Always looking for the bright side will blindside you with naivety. At low levels, however, you may just extinguish whatever keeps your soul alight. You've already lost her once. You may not survive the desolation if you let her disappear again.

[gravesung-moving]

soft note to be expanded on later!! i am probably going to be goin private w this blog soonish, aka pulling back the circle to folks who also follow my main blog — i’ve noticed myself falling into bad feelings and holding back on/deleting posts about my ocs, which is. not where i want to be with this space so!! def feel free to give seph a follow if we haven’t interacted over there yet & you’re interested in her! if not, absolutely no judgement and no pressure, but i will probably be sb/hb’ing depending on rules! i want to curate my social spaces to foster mutual interest in our passions and sometimes that means making slightly uncomfy decisions dhskdhsj

[spoiledleaff]

fantasy au where vessel is a newly ascended god that has usurped the kingdom's throne with the help of a forgotten deity named sleep and ii is his royal advisor and strongest general and iii is a sneaky little king of rogues with the aesthetic of a pirate and iv is the kingdom's most resourceful merchant with a special interest in alchemy and weapons and also they're in love and–

[soulprompts]

reblog this with your "writing ritual" in the tags or comments! (i.e. what do you do to set the writing vibe? do you listen to music? watch a doc? make tea? share your tricks of the trade!)

[merrysithmas]

me when someone says luke is a bad teacher and made grogu "choose" btw being a jedi and his dad:

what he did was ensure grogu could one day be a jedi AND have his dad now!!!

[ask-garymiller]

So, where are you answering questions from- hell-? earth-? both at the same time??? Also, opinions on evil gods?

I came back!

[lost-in-the-bright-lights]

[Icarus wasn’t one for sneaking around often. Especially around a place they didn’t understand.. but they had been hoping they’d stumble upon the library hopefully, wanting to find some sort of book on a few different potions. Hopefully to make up for what they caused before. Instead they did find a room with some familiar voices speaking inside. They planned on ignoring it, knowing it wasn’t polite to listen in on other’s conversations.. until they heard raes voice speak up gently.

“Is it.. bad.. that i don’t trust them fully…?”

That seemed to make the older brother pause in their tracks. Curiosity filling them as they stood outside the door of their brothers room

“What do you mean? Why don’t you fully trust them?”

Icarus wouldn’t stick around for the response, eyes harden slightly as they backed up. They needed to get back to their room. They couldn’t stand here much longer. So with quick pace, they’d walk back to their room. Closing the doors behind them and sat down.

Rae didn’t trust them..? They thought they were doing everything right? Were they not trying hard enough.. they really failed when their own brother doesn’t trust them. These thoughts would run through their head, only to be cut off by a ping of a message. A message they wanted so desperately but wanted nothing to do with. A message from their father]