which way the wind blows

independent, private multimuse. wip. katya, she/her, 25+.

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characters below the cut. if someone i’ve written in the past is not on this list, consider them a request muse you’re welcome to ask for.

beyond the regular faculties of utahime’s cursed technique, being able to increase the output of her or another’s power, she can also summon cursed spirits through the same ritualistic hand movement, song, and dance, and allow them to possess her for a period and lend her their power, or to gain basic information, so long as she remains within a field of range from the original summoning.

going past the time limit is dangerous at worst and physically taxing at best — it’s what caused the accident that gave her her facial scar.

in the meiji period, the shamanistic practices of a miko were outlawed. utahime has a working theory that this is why she’s been kept at semi-grade 1 since her original attempt at changing her rank all those years ago.

in her curse user verse, she plays much more fast and lose with this technique and loses a part of herself for it. there’s a darkness to her eyes she didn’t have before.

utahime received her scar when she was twenty. she didn’t care about strength or lauding status over people, but having grown up within vicinity of that power, she saw what opportunities it could afford someone.

she’d recently awoken her power to summon cursed spirits and take their power into herself. she’d always spoken to the gods, as had her mother and grandmother before her, but she’d never heard them so clearly than when putting this facet of solo forbidden area to use.

she was sent to an abandoned temple, of all things, which did not help her rushed belief that she would make it through her trial. it was her second home, after all. it wasn’t as if she hadn’t trained, she simply hadn’t trained going over her limits.

all was successful until she called down the cursed spirit “kami” and allowed it to linger beyond the five minute intervals she’d learned to time. she lost herself in that moment, feeling as if her body was no longer her own, her mind fuzzy and blank, energy completely wiped, and the cursed spirit she’d come to subdue for the better of her, slashing her across the face. she was found shortly after, eyes white and bleeding out.

utahime was given “semi-grade 1” for the attempt, a message that was hand-delivered while she was cooped up in hospital. it sent her into a self-pitying spiral, and she fell into self destructive behavior, staying out late, finding her taste for alcohol, and crashing her new motorcycle.

as a former tokyo student, yaga saw her potential, knew what she was capable of, and offered her a teaching assistant position at tokyo tech so she could find her footing again. utahime worked there for a few years, saving up money, as she grew to realize she both liked teaching and was good at it.

she’s not ashamed of her scar anymore, as it was her trial to face, and she came out alive, with a new lease on life. it doesn’t change her disgruntled feelings towards the insular nature of jujutsu society as a whole, but it’s something she’s made peace with.

asena is an equal opportunist “i’ll step over you to get what i want” type across the board, but she does have a soft spot for women and girls, having grown up in a matriarchy and knowing what the entertainment industry will do to young women. she’ll covertly protect the younger generation if she’s made aware of predators or unnecessary displays of power, but once you’re on the same level, you’re on your own. (though asena is aware of what power her abilities give her over other women.)

lycanthropy lore:

genetic. in her family, the women are either werewolves or witches. you become a witch by shirking the lycanthrope gene. the werewolves in her family consider it a necessity they take strength from

werewolves are turned at puberty, usually no later than 13, as the goddess leto’s blessing.

asena sought out leto at the age of 12, where she was said to reside in the woods outside her homestead, demanding that she be given her powers already. she was tired of waiting for her impending fate

b/c asena chose her powers rather than accepted them, she can change throughout the lunar cycle, rather than just at a full moon. b/c of this, her hunger is more insatiable

she has gold eyes and dark brown fur as a wolf. she’s the size of a regular wolf, slightly oversized, but on impact, she hits like she’s twice her weight. can speak as a wolf but her voice is a bit deeper

born to older parents, that had her close to 40. they tried very hard for a long time to conceive but couldn’t, so when they had her, she was extra spoiled. in verses where she has kids, b/c she was unable to have any siblings, her children are extra spoiled b/c of this too

tried college for a year, veterinary degree. it didn’t work out, not b/c of lack of interest, but other interests were pulling her away.

into amateur photography. she’s done a couple friends’ weddings and events, and has amazing photo album/scrapbook game.

despite her adventurous nature, she’s good with her money. there’s an argument to be made that it was her parents’ money at first, which she won’t deny, but she’s always been a hard worker and developed a stubborn streak in not asking for help (which she learns, later, that asking for help is not a character negative.)

she primarily wears pants/shorts, things she can easily move in — her mom will say she was climbing before she could walk — but she has a collection of cottony dresses she likes.

always has to have some kind of noise while cooking, whether that’s radio, tv, or conversation. she especially likes the conversation

always cries whenever there’s animal scenes in movies, cute or sad. despite this, she often volunteers to be in the room when the clinic vets unfortunately have to put down sick patients. she holds paws, whispers sweetly. makes sure they go out loved.

enjoyed the thrill of fighting far more than the bloodlust and actual violence, but now, looking back, she would very much not recommend that avenue. you can get a good case of adrenaline, safely, by going on a roller coaster

It’s stalking, but he refuses to name it, put a selfish label on it. As if it might do him in to know he’s just a man beneath the god’s outer dressing, a man who covets and struggles with the last threads of attachment, preaching otherwise. Suguru picks and chooses, picks and chooses, clinging to his self-made precipice. Pretending this isn’t his loneliness turned into a need is habit at this point.

He wonders why @pyrakanthaa hasn’t killed him yet. Satoru is too reliant on goodwill, nostalgia, and the high privilege affords him, but Shoko? He can picture her with his heart in her hands, turning it around like a specimen. And what does he say that isn’t hopelessly corny, to give himself some semblance of credit? “I just wanted to see you, but I’m not interested in a conversation I can’t predict?”

“There’s always someone watching,” it comes out choked, softly. It’s not the answer she deserves, but it’s the truth. Suguru pulls on his fox grin, slipping back into the role — somewhere between the Suguru she knew and the one she doesn’t really now, “You ignored my last text, what else was I supposed to do? As if you’d ever tell me if something was wrong.” As would be her right.

Suguru looks her over, letting the noise outside fall away to the rush of birdsong and fleeting lives. The soft darkness beneath her eyes. “You look good.”

like tobey’s peter, he can produce his own webbing, directly from his wrists. it just makes sense to me, because that’s likely the top thing you associate with spiders, aside from their legs.

however, because it’s equally important to me to keep him humble in his roots — a la, friendly neighborhood etc. — and show that he’s self made and not a billionaire, peter created web shooters to go over his wrists, allowing for room for his own webbing to come through, but providing himself with a durable backup should he be ill, weakened physically, or such is the case in renew your vows, to let someone to tap into his powers.

she met lovely people, but it was a bit of an isolating experience, suddenly going from 60 back to 0, always looking over her shoulder (still) but unable to keep moving. they write to each other as much as they could, each in hiding, each unable to speak on certain things due to the nature of their own histories and those of their babies’ fathers. when the letters stopped coming, she was certain rouge’s death was murder.

rouge would have raised luffy (and sabo) had she lived and known griffin was getting carted off to prison. after years as a two woman pirate crew, she and griffin went their separate ways after a time, not because the love wasn’t there, but because they simply were moving onto different paths.