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@waraningyo
#𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖸𝖮 is a highly selective, private, mutuals only, & headcanon-based + lore-heavy rendition of 𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗜 𝗡𝗢𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗔 from akutami gege's 呪術廻戦. est. sept 2023, re-est sept 2025, & delicately crafted by 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗛 (she / they, 27, afro-indigenous). personals & minors dni.
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“ let’s go to nanako, kugisaki! i promise we won’t be there long, kugisaki! ” is what he said hours ago, but something deep down inside her, something far wiser and familiar, told her that what he was telling her was a bald-faced lie:
because when your guy friend named itadori yūji tells you to come along with him to what can only be described as otaku heaven for a little while, is your first instinct as his girl friend really just to believe him!?
more than likely, if you’re any other girl who doesn’t know itadori yūji. less than that, when you’re one such girl named kugisaki nobara and you’re actually friends with itadori yūji.
it’s hours later, blisteringly hot out for a summer day, and the line they’re standing in at nanako broadway’s haruya bookstore has just now entered the mall, inching that much closer to the man of the hour that they’ve come to see: the creator of the earthworm franchise himself, abe akitomo.
more recently, capitalizing on the success made from the most recent movie and what with the boom in renewed viewership in the first three, abe-san has ventured off into the expansion of his franchise in the forms of two graphic novels, character figurines, a clothing line, and an overarching prequel manga series featuring a whole new cast that ties all of the movies together.
a book signing, he’s brought her along for a book signing and itadori’s enthusiasm is palpable once they step into the store, his grip on his graphic novels white-knuckled — his expression stupidly happy.
it’s slightly crowded in the store’s line and it gives a good enough excuse for her to inch closer, whispering “ i hope you know you owe me a large caramel ribbon crunch frappe from starbucks in meguro for this, ”
in any case, when your guy friend named itadori yūji tells you to come along with him to what can only be described as otaku heaven for a little while, your first instinct as kugisaki nobara should be to not believe him: because as it stands, itadori yūji just might be a bald-faced liar.
happy pride month to me and my girl! just to be clear: nobara is definitely a flavor of queer. she isn't as straight as a line at all. she's very bisexual, very pink-purple-blue, to be exact: and she leans both ways but her attraction to other girls was something she hashed out after coming to the city, though. queerness wasn’t as much as a “taboo” topic in her hometown as much as it wasn’t really talked about openly, so it felt distant? she may or may not have had a crush on maki for a time. overall, nobara’s romantic inclination is her business.
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RECOVERING AFTER THE BIG BATTLE PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for conversations after you just went through absolute hell to protect something, get somewhere, or fight your way through hordes of bad guys, adjust as necessary
how are you holding up after that?
they knew we were coming.
i didn't think we were going to survive that.
can you stand? do you need me to help?
take some deep breaths. it's over.
i need a headcount!
there was nothing we could do to stop them.
i've never seen weapons like that before.
don't you dare close your eyes. stay awake for me.
let me go grab you something to drink.
i'm sorry. they didn't make it.
get me a medic.
we won't survive another battle like that.
we should have been more prepared.
the odds were stacked against us.
sound off! who's not dead?
if you're bleeding, tell me now.
don't bullshit me. you're limping. when did you start limping?
just a few more steps and we can rest.
they knew we were coming.
i'm going back for them. you stay here.
there's nothing else we can do to help them.
our world is lost.
i saw you out there, fighting for your life.
i'm sorry i couldn't be there to help you fight them off.
given what i just saw out there, i think your training is complete.
you saved my life.
they were never going to get past you.
we all need time to rest after that.
maybe we should set up camp, take turns keeping watch.
we did it! it's over!
next time, we won't be so lucky.
have you seen [name]? did they make it out?
they were stronger than we expected.
we have to prepare for the second wave.
there's no time to run.
get me the healer.
just lay back down, and i'll take care of you.
you're not going to die, not under my watch.
you showed up the second i needed you, like you heard me.
i don't think i can face a battle like that again.
we got lucky, but the next time they attack, they'll be ready for us.
we cut down their numbers, but they're still strong.
there must be something we can do.
i thought you said you weren't injured!
think you're going to have to go on without me.
i wasn't prepared for any of that.
i need more training.
we can't face that kind of firepower alone.
how long until they send reinforcements?
they've got us trapped here. it's only a matter of time until they come back to finish the job.
there has to be some other way to defeat them.
we underestimated their power.
thanks for coming back for me.
we need to come up with a better strategy.
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KUGISAKI NOBARA AIDS KASUMI MIWA.
with the curse defeated: the curtain over the area and surrounding radius lifts before long and darkness melts away, the air more breathable now that the malignant residuals of the curse lingering have dissipated, and what’s more is that they’re alive.
after enough battle aftermaths wherein she’d promise herself to become strong enough so as not to end back up in ieiri-san’s care, nobara’s come out of this one minimally unscathed, but kasumi …
kasumi had been more the more injured party between them and nobara noticed this. she noticed this because kasumi is piss poor at trying to hide it, her walk next to nobara’s stiff and draggingly limp — yet she forged on with a smile, bearing the pain and burying the would-be worry for nobara’s sake. kasumi wanted to appear strong then and she wants to appear strong even now in the aftermath, even if she hadn’t been as strong as she promised herself to be in the fight:
strong enough not to burden nobara, strong enough not to laden her with worry, but in becoming injured by the curse and having been found out? she had anyway.
it’s easy to make promises for others’ sakes, but it’s harder to keep them, nobara understands this. she understands pain, how to inflict it and how it is inflicted, and what’s more is that she understands the pain of broken promises.
unbeknownst to kasumi, breaking a little of her own promise to herself, nobara is injured too. pain blooms across her chest and even though she’s injured, her promise to herself had been stronger than the curse so she moves like she’s fine. she looks behind to see kasumi lagging a bit, the blue-haired girl throwing up a hand to wave and a reassuring smile.
i’m fine, she tells nobara in these two gestures, go on without me. “ i’m fine, ” she says, as if saying it’ll make nobara believe her even more. kasumi does not look fine and her cursed energy does not feel fine.
“ bullshit, ” nobara retorts again, voice clipped. “ don’t give me that when we both know you aren’t. you can lie to yourself, but you’re not lyin’ to me. ” having doubled back rather than slowing down to let kasumi catch up, an arm put around her shoulder, she supports her weight as they walk together now.
“ i’m not leavin’ you either, so just hang on a little bit longer, okay? ”
nobody else matters to me but her, actually. she is the moment and she knows it!
kugisaki noooo...!!! wait, he liked the tweet?!?!? ( @waraningyo .ᐟ)
he listens to her as he chews his sandwich, sips his drink. he's a slow eater, like he was savoring every morsel that passed his lips. eating wasn't always a time to relax for him unless he was at home. the bullies at school would often track him down at lunch, destroy his meal in all sorts of creative ways or take it from him and eat it themselves. he was caught a handful of times trying to eat in the bathroom. and if he tried to scarf down his food too fast, it made him nauseous. so, maybe it was out of some necessity that he slowed down, along with his own natural way of being. but, now that he could finally relax, he took his time.
"i can see that." he murmurs in reply as he swallows his food. setting down his sandwich, yuta thinks about how his own life has changed following his entry into jujutsu society. his goals had certainly changed, his outlook on life-- even if at times, he slips into a similar hopelessness as before. while he has the power now in his hands to make a change, protect himself and others, it did often feel like a repetitive cycle. especially as one lost friends throughout the way.
"and, you seem to like the shopping scene." he lets out a soft laugh. "i assume there isn't much of one in your hometown? i mean, there is, but not like here, probably?"
he wouldn’t say he was much of a shopper. it didn’t excite him to find new clothes or look at the latest trends. if anything, he liked perusing through trinket shops or at the jump store. so, he struggled to see anything in common there. though, he’d listen if she wanted to share her passions.
“it’s good to have something you like doing outside of sorcery. something else to focus on and help you feel…” was normal the right word? none of them would ever feel normal. maybe nobara didn’t even want to be normal, maybe she liked standing out. “like we’re regular teenagers, i guess.” he shrugs as he brings the straw to his lips for another sip of his soda.
the food in the city appears noticeably higher in quality than back home, where meals have a more rustic palate, but it doesn’t mean that it inherently is. by any comparative metric, weighed on a scale, just because the food in the city appears noticeably higher in quality than back home doesn’t mean it’s inherently more refined or better. it’s okay, it’s more than decent, it’s good even.
it isn’t bad: nobara would know, she’s had good food, but she’s also had bad food. she's had good memories, but she's also had bad ones, too. it's like her to be selective, though, conscientious in sifting through her likes and dislikes — separating what she prefers to what she can't care less to. in that way, memories are a bit like food, aren't they?
“ ah yeah, ” she replies, laugh slightly muffled by the brought up back of one of her hands before taking another bite of her food, another sip of her drink. her food is almost gone and she’ll soon need a refill, but overall? she can’t find it in her to complain, her food and her drink tastes good in good company, and she’s finding herself enjoying this more than she cares to admit. “ imagine having to travel nearly 2 hours to get to a mall just because you live that far out. it’s so easy to get sick of that, i swear. ”
for a few moments, they eat and drink in silence. they savor their food and their drink, and they savor each other’s company in a companionable silence that feels nice and easy: easier than she’d initially thought, and in hindsight — according to both inumaki and panda senpais, okkotsu is nice and easy after a while, easy to get along with.
“ i also get what you mean. revolvin’ your life around sorcery when there’s so much more than that in the world? as much as i love it, i couldn’t not feel restricted living my life like that. like, i’d probably die. ” in the quaint ambience of the eatery and its lighting, nobara is looking at okkotsu in a new light, perhaps the light she should’ve been looking at him in all along.
in judging him too harshly before she even got to know him, she had been no better than the villagers back home that she disliked: pretty hypocritical of her, she knows this now. maki-san even spoke highly of him and who is she to question her judgment, of all people?
nobara chews the remainder of her meat pie, takes the last sip of her iced espresso, and looks at him. i mean, really looks at him — as if she’s seeing him for the first time. she gets what he means entirely. then, she grins. “ y’know, senpai, you’re a lot more kinder than what i pegged you out to be at first. ”
one-liner call.⠀⠀/⠀⠀accepting.
“yeesh, i’m not a big fashion guy, @waraningyo, i gotta admit…”
“ you’re tellin’ me that like i asked, ” comes her retort from behind the fitting room door he’s standing in front of. hands tug the hem of her blouse up and over her head, folding it neatly — meticulously as if she’s done this dozens of times (she has), and she places it on the bench beside her. “ you’re here though, aren’t you? besides, if i wanted a boy’s broody energy, i’d have just invited fushiguro. ”
next: off comes her loafers and her skirt pools at her feet. she steps out of it and into a dress she’s been dying to try on for weeks, pulling it up the length of her lithe body that’s deep pink in color, well-fitting, with the illusion of a v-neck — it’s cute! the supple chiffon is so soft underneath her fingers, too.
her hair is free of its ginger dye and her eyes are free of their hazel contacts, free to be their unabashed natural brown, and looking in the mirror at herself … it’s a wonder she’s never forgotten how she truly looks. after a while, some people do — they forget themselves, who they truly are, but that’s only because they change: she hasn’t, has she? no, nobara is the same person in tōkyō that she had been in iwate.
pulling herself out of her thoughts, she tucks stray locks of chestnut behind an ear, before signaling him with a knock from her side of the door. “ come zip me up? i think i’m gonna get this. ”
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@violevina, cont’d.
what with sorcerers making up a small minority of japan’s overall population, missions are usually sorely lacking in the proper grades needed to complete them. for instance: a mission assigned to exorcise a special-grade curse offloaded to a special-grade sorcerer may be undertaken by a few grade 1s or 2s to compensate and at minimum, to be considered a sorcerer, one must have the ability to see curses, which would be fine except …
seeing is believing isn’t the end-all and just being able to see curses may mark you a sorcerer in name, but it says nothing if it doesn’t transfer over professionally:
it says nothing if you’re able to see a curse but unable to exercise a curse, it says nothing if you’re not on a salaried payroll for your work in exorcism, so it says nothing professionally. at best, if you’re able to only see yet do much else? you’d be better off suited for window work, but this isn’t to say windows aren’t a cornerstone of jujutsu society — they are!
it’s just that … being a jujutsu sorcerer professionally is dangerous work that entails more than just seeing curses, and anyhow:
the file she stares at has her assigned 3 days out to neighboring osaka for exorcist work. ginger locks are pulled into a high ponytail by a rilakkuma-themed hair scrunchie, equal strands on either side of a pretty face left out to frame it, and her brown sugar boba has gone untouched at her side where she sits in the common room area.
nobara doesn’t even register kira coming in at first, but she does register her sinking into the couch cushion next to her, glint in her eye telling her that she’s being too nosy for her own good when she leans in to look at what nobara’s poring over.
“ hm? oh yeah, the curse in this area’s been a real thorn for a while, evasive and elusive, until now. it’s a good thing i’ve never been to osaka before, too — so i don’t mind being away from the city for that long, ”
not that 3 days were long at all! still though, it beats fushiguro’s 5-day mission, and she’d be able to sightsee. even bring back some souvenirs? so, nobara will sort of be lying if she says she does mind, and when kira offers a stick of gum out of her pack, she accepts.
“ and actually, ” nobara starts again after a few chews, angling the file for kira to see, her name also on it. “ i know it’s last minute, but you’ve been reassigned to osaka, too, with me. i know, they’re real crummy at keeping folks notified, aren’t they? we’ve got today and tomorrow to prepare, though. ”
MEENAH'S KUGI.SAKI NO.BARA, personally commissioned! do not put yourself or others in a "who loves kugi.saki no.bara more?" contest against me bc y'all WILL lose. this is my girl and she means so much to me. i'm extremely in love with this, with her. likes are okay, reposts and redistribution are not!
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a rattled sigh makes through your ribcage, (dressed as annoyance). the rain comes down, dripping off the nearby roof onto cement. it's cold, shivering down your spine. ❛ i have no intention of risking my own life to save someone i had no intention of saving in the first place. ❜
the weather forecast earlier in the week on monday predicted a dreary, grey-colored sky with even wearier looking clouds, pregnant with water: and friday is an imperfect day for rain. droplets catch on her umbrella, held up with a steady hand, the only saving grace between her and a ruined outfit. it’s rather vivid, how weather can inform the mood of a person’s day. right now, fushiguro seems to reflect a melancholy only mirrored by the rain, the sky, too.
“ so you’ve said. "we can only save who we can," i get it. in any case, remind me not to drag you out on a day like this ever again just for pork buns. ”
this is a personal commission and i picked out nobara’s outfit myself. likes are okay, redistribution and reposts are not! this is not intended for ai training and public use, either.
i need every boutique that didn't have my particular size in super cute clothing to be put to trial.
"'intent to cause aesthetic distress' is compelling." idling by the opposing rack, he skimmed a hanger aside before a soft, knowing huff escaped him― entirely too entertained by the situation and @waraningyo's outrage. "but unfortunately," he cast her a sideways glance, "despite the very real emotional damages inflicted by poor inventory management, the court would likely rule this... mm, deeply unfortunate. not actionable."
lips downturned into a frown, nobara makes her displeasure known like this. of course they would, of course it’d be, because customer satisfaction should just be considered a marketing ploy: a clever client-facing gimmick to lure otherwise unaware customers in! well, she doesn’t see how easily out-of-stock items she’s had her eyes on for weeks into months not being conveniently in-store makes for a happy nobara. if anything, she is a dissatisfied customer.
a sharp inhale through her nose and she makes a displeased noise at his words, sifting a beat too long through a rack that’s caught her eye, arms filling with stylish clothing in a millisecond. shopping is an indulgence — it is retail therapy, one she'll never apologize for, it is the reoccuring self-fulfilling dream-made-reality of a girl born into rural frugality. she'll never apologize for indulging her wants, chasing her dreams.
nobody can ever make her feel guilty for choosing herself. she’d do so again and again, and again, no matter the cost.
speaking of cost, she’s eyeballing the price tag on a designer dress, whistles long and hangs it back on the rack. even with her stipend, tōkyō living is expensive. “ yeah, i figured. ” a laugh eases out, prior irritation melting away, her shoulders less tense.
“ it’d be great if they could, though, it’d save me a lot of trouble cussing out those poor customer service reps just doing their jobs. ”
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🐺🌹 the matching shirts were her idea. this is a personal commission: likes are okay, redistribution and reposts are not! this is not intended for ai training and public use, either.
