寂しい

[auriita]

an independent, highly selective YOSHINO JUNPEI from 呪術廻戦 ( JJK ). written by saturn, a 24 y/o professional blood bandit. C A R R D.

[necroarchivedart1212]

pouty genji returns to his homeland, jacket town

[auriita]

@crowzoku !

[auriita]

What creates the conditions for summoning a new shikigami... the old books were no help. Maybe I should try and see if the school would take me —

OI !!!

Junpei started slightly, big green eyes widening to dinner plates like a cat that just got caught somewhere it wasn’t supposed to be. well, it wasn’t that he was somewhere he wasn’t allowed to be per se, he wasn’t snooping in documents he wasn’t privy to or spying on anyone — he was floating on the bell of a jellyfish about 50 feet in the air, though, long, cascading peach coloured tentacles floating in the air beneath him. he smiled a little bit to himself when his eyes were able to focus on exactly who had yelled at him, giving the jellyfish a gentle pat to make it leisurely float back down to eye level with his only friend.

“Genji, look, I summoned a new shikigami!” I can fucking see that! Junpei giggled, earning a low and cavernous b l o o p from the curse. “I’ve named him Leo, at least for now, since I think he’s a lion’s mane jellyfish — wait, Genji!” excitedly, he slid off the shikigami so he could clumsily stumblr over to the taller boy, taking both his hands in his own. “... do you want to float around the city? There’s that festival in the next city over, and we might be able to see the fireworks if we get up high enough, or if we float up to the hills, if you don’t wanna be up too high.”

for @crowzoku​ !

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[auriita]

@nxvellati​ said: “ well, that wasn’t very heroic of you… “ (From Geto)

“Depends on your definition of heroic.” Junpei murmured, watching the crippled bodies frozen before him, frantically flickering eyes a sign of their full awareness of their quickly approaching death, toxin coursing through their blood. an octopus, twice the size of beloved Moondregs, hovered above him, mesmerizing blue rings pulsing with light that illuminated the dark side street the pair had turned into a crime scene.

“Guys willing to stalk a girl home don’t deserve air, and it’s only fair to save it for the rest of us, right?” he lifted a hand and pulled his fingers into a fist, a go ahead for the shikigami to gleefully wrap poisonous tentacles around the men, squishing them into pulp and bones before dropping them unceremoniously on the cobble road. “I think it makes me a good samaritan at least.”

[soulrph]

𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

a lovely nonnie requested some prompts that a hero might say to a villain who’s either becoming or showing the potential to become a good person, and additionally things that a villain might say to a hero who’s either becoming or showing the potential to become a villain! spicy stuff, nonnie! i hope these are close to what you were looking for!

hero speaking to villain

“ if only you could see what i see… “

“ you could be so much more, you know. “

“ don’t be what they made you… “

“ can’t you see that you’re better than this?! “

“ there’s goodness in you. i can see it… “

“ you don’t have to do this! “

“ you could be anything you wanted… is this truly what you want to be? “

“ when i look at you, i don’t see someone who’s evil, cruel, bad… i see someone who’s lost. who feels alone. but you’re not alone. you have me. “

“ i won’t hurt you. i don’t care what happens. you can do whatever you want. but i will not hurt you. “

“ everyone thinks i should kill you. but they’re wrong. you’re a good person. i don’t care what they say. you’re a good person in a bad situation. you don’t deserve to die for that. “

“ please! don’t do this! let me help you! “

“ why do you do these terrible things? “

“ bad people don’t feel bad after hurting others. “

“ you’re not a monster. “

“ don’t let them control you. you can do great things! “

“ fine! don’t be their hero! be a hero to one person! just one person! “

“ fine. don’t be their hero. be MY hero. “

“ i believe in you. even if they don’t. “

“ you’ll do the right thing. i know you will. “

villain speaking to hero

“ well, that wasn’t very heroic of you… “

“ i can’t believe i’m about to say this, but… you really need to calm down and stop destroying things. “

“ what is this? mid-life crisis? personal stuff? mind control? it sure as hell isn’t you, that’s for sure. “

“ i can’t be a bad guy with no hero to stop me, bud. that’s your job. remember? “

“ what the hell’s the matter with you!? “

“ you realize i just saved a civilian… from you? “

“ is this some weird, murderous reverse psychology trick to make me the hero? “

“ okay, this was cute at first, but enough’s enough. i’m the bad guy. you’re the goodie two shoes. got it? “

“ so, the mayor just called me - ME! - to ask me to stop you. just… let’s just take a minute to process that… “

“ get a grip, pal. seriously. you don’t even LOOK evil! “

“ i have to stop you before you start stealing candy from babies. “

“ as your arch nemesis, i feel it’s only right to worry when you start doing my job for me. “

“ doesn’t this go against your strong and boring moral code? “

“ you need therapy. i say this because you’re actually making all the folks in my villain club look like teddy bears. “

“ hey! use your words, buddy, not your fists! “

“ who’s messing with your head? you wear the cape and sign autographs one minute, the next you’re blowing up buildings? what gives?! “

“ stop! find your own city to terrorise! “

[auriita]

sorceriii​:

@auriita​ said: [ SAVE ] :  for  your  muse  to  step  in  to  save  my  muse  in  a  fight (from Junpei (auriita) to Mahito!) First meetings // Accepting!

       “Well that’s just no fun, they didn’t even stand a chance…” Mahito found themselves pouting, leaning their head back and sighing- new toys broke so easily…

As for this one; Mahito turned on their heels and hummed, how interesting… A hand waved before his face before Mahito whistled, offering a smile. Humans were so cute, but this one seemed like a special case…

               “Hellooo~? If you can see me, don’t I get a thank you~?” That’s what ‘heroes’ got, right? Special thanks for saving lives~? It was deserved after all even if they were just playing with the souls of human beings.

These ones were especially weak, no wonder they broke so early.

       “Weren’t they causing you trouble~? I think I did you a favor~!”

he could still feel the heat of the blood dripping down his lips from the fist that had been suckered into his nose. the world was still spinning, but a brief fluttering movement in front of his gaze snapped him back into the dim reality of the empty courtyard his attackers had pulled him into. inky green eyes focused on stitches and pale skin before seeing the twisted, bloated, corrupted corpses of what had to have once been the students who’d been intent on beating him — for the third time this week nonetheless. a knife sat in between them; perhaps it would have been his last beating, for both his bones and his heart.

“... thank you.” Junpei’s tone was sincere as he dragged his gaze back up to the curse’s face, finally making eye contact — as best he could with only one visible eye, the burn of his hidden scars still fresh and aching. a sudden mist of rain brushed the blood off his face, dripping onto his fingers. shouldn’t I run? is this is a dream? what is this person — “How... did you do that? Why wouldn’t I be able to see you?” his hand, trembling, almost reached out to touch the being, but he stuttered, not wanting to push a boundary. “Really, th - thank you.”

[ymous]

doodledee doodledoo

[makiema]

—Junpei, tell me…what happened. I won’t curse you or anything. Come to the magic college will ya? There are teachers who are stupidly strong and plenty of reliable comrades. If we join forces with everyone, we’ll definitely find the guy who cursed your mom, Junpei. I’ll punish that guy for sure.

[auriita]

killedarlings​:

@auriita​ : ❛ people get hurt if they get too close to me. ❜ ( from Junpei to Yuji! ) 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 / accepting.

YUJI KNOWS THAT FEELING ALL TOO WELL. Ever since he had swallowed one of Sukuna’s fingers and had his world completely turned upside down, everyone around him is more and more at risk because of him. He knows that his friends are strong, they’ve proven themselves time and time again just how powerful they really are, and Yuji doesn’t ever want to diminish that, the strength of his friends are the reason why he keeps pushing himself. Yet, Yuji can’t help but feel responsible whenever they come back covered in blood, or with broken bones, or affected by some cursed spirit’s cursed techniques. Those fingers have brought nothing but trouble and Yuji wants nothing more than to be rid of them, and ultimately, rid of Sukuna. But the end of the king of curses means the end of himself as well. And Yuji isn’t ready to say goodbye, not yet, not when there are still so many people left for him to save. 

Yuji reaches over to take Junpei’s hands in his, not only to gain his friend’s attention, see the momentary look of panic in Junpei’s eyes at what was happening, but also have to serve as an act of reassurance. He looks his friend over once, taking in the familiarity of his dark hair parted in such a way that Yuji gets the impulse to reach over and brush it out of the way of his eye. He doesn’t, and instead allows one of his bright smiles to stretch across his face, slipping his eyes closed to express his fullest sincerity, and giving Junpei’s hands a gentle squeeze.

“ You could never hurt me, Yoshino! ” 

He means what he said, with every fiber of his being. There wasn’t anything Junpei could do that hasn’t already happened to Yuji. Mostly considering that Yuji had been acquainted with death before in the fact that he technically had had his heart ripped out from his own chest, no thanks to Sukuna, and was left on death’s door. But if Junpei really wanted to take Yuji’s heart, rip it out from his chest, Yuji would let him. One hundred percent. Because he was his friend, and there was nothing that Yuji wouldn’t do for him.

he didn’t mean it.

he told Gojo he didn’t think he was ready to start sparring with the other students; the cursed energy inside him was still volatile, like a chemical ready to be set ablaze by the slightest spark. you have to do it sometime. he wished he’d denied harder, wished he’d had the guts to insist he wasn’t prepared — Junpei wished for a lot of things he didn’t get. Maki had just gotten too close, too fast — Shoko had been on standby ( almost solely because of him ) and was able to heal her quickly, but the moments after Inumaki had frozen him in place with a whisper felt like hell, only able to stare at the hurt he’d caused.

he’d run away after the cursed speech had worn off, seemingly without anyone noticing — barring one boy, the one whose hands warmed around Junpei’s own. tears fell down his cheeks in round droplets, wetting the stone of the garden he’d collapsed in, lungs heaving; even in his state, he’d almost croaked out an apology for his hands being covered in tears after he’d pressed them up to his forest green eyes. a brush of cool autumn air had pushed his hair out of his face, exposing the edges of his scars. around anyone else, he’d frantically cover them back up, but that smile, the feeling of an innocent touch meant to comfort him, not to hurt him — Yuji could see him for who he was, and maybe that was a terrifying prospect, but for now, under the grey sky burdened with raindrops beginning to fall around them, all he wanted was to be seen.

he threw his arms around Yuji’s neck, face buried into his shoulder, cursing himself silently for his weaknesses; Yuji was the newest, and yet, the only one he’s sure he’ll never get over. there were too many things to say, too many confessions, too many questions —

“... Yuji,” sweetly and sincerely whispered, his tone falling like the rain, almost too shy to say his first name — “You can call me Junpei, I — it’s... what friends do, right?” his voice warbled with his tears, fear urging him to speak while it tried to stop him, all at once. “I hope we’re friends.” a friend he wanted to hold onto like this forever, even as the rain soaked down to their bones — just a friend, certainly.

[auriita]

ooc. hc — junpei’s scars. trigger warning — scars, violence/bullying, self harm.

Junpei’s most prominent scars are the cigarette burn marks inflicted by Shota and his followers. they cover the right portion of his forehead (covered by his hair), his shoulders, upper back, and inner thighs. if he survives past his canon death, the scars eventually heal, though the circular marks are still left behind. to this day, Junpei has a panic trigger for cigarette smoke, making him sick to his stomach and extremely distressed.

The rest of his scars are primarily the result of self harm. the most noticeable include several cut marks on his hips and stomach, faded burn marks on his fingers, and superficial cuts to his palms. the former are fairly easy to hide, and he explains the injuries to his hands as the result of cooking accidents.

Mahito instilled a severe amount of psychological damage into Junpei, some of which he will not recover from. the urge to self harm returns in full after he is rescued and brought to Jujutsu High, and dependent on the thread circumstance, may be acted upon extensively. the more support he receives from his classmates, the more likely the urge will lessen.

[ashenchi]

Redraw my favorite moment

Moment before the worst

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[auriita]

It becomes even more clever, my mistake Hidden by the light, so so sorrow The moment you get deceived by the smile

See the hidden secret, odd eye Fall even deeper inside Covered by the sweetness Of all of the lies

[auriita]

@killedarlings​:

♖ ⟡ @auriita​​ / @kyyuryo​​

DESPITE THE FACT THAT THIS IS TECHNICALLY SUPPOSED TO BE A TRAINING EXERCISE, Yuji had graciously taken it upon himself to accompany Junpei on the couch in front of the tv. He remembers being down here several months ago, the cursed doll that was ready to punch him every two seconds sitting in his lap, as he got absorbed into watching movie after movie as part of his training with Gojo. Logically, it made sense for him to be here with Junpei, he didn’t want to leave his friend alone. And now that Junpei was officially a student at the school, Yuji was determind to squeeze in as many movie marathons with him as he possibly could. 

“ Check it out! ” Yuji exclaims, promptly dumping his haul of goodies that had been bundled up in his arms all over the couch. From soda, to chips, to candies, to every other savory snack imaginable, Yuji had enough to tie them over until supper time. “ I got grape soda, cherry soda, orange soda, and … bacon soda? ” He looks questionably at the can for a second before shrugging. “ Plus any kind of snack you want! You get first dibs! ” Beaming, he settles himself on the couch next to his friend and their shared mountain of snacks. “ Which movie did you decide on? I binged the Lord of the Rings trilogy the first time I did this. It was awesome! ”

You’ve got a lot of cursed energy, Junpei. Way too much, really. Shoko says it’s making you sick! Guess you knew that already, huh — you look it. Not often you get sorcerers who were trained by curses first. Since they’re completely made of cursed energy, they don’t really have to hone it the same way we do, so — basically, you’re advanced and behind at the same time! Good luck.

Gojo’s voice rung a bit in his head, his fingers busy in their nervous but smooth efforts to flow around and about the small jellyfish poised in his palm. Impressed may not be the right word, but he’d intrigued Megumi with the fact that he was able to keep a small manifestation of Moondregs summoned at all times. there was a safety to it, a comforting presence, despite her origins. nevertheless, she continued to happily bloop and squeak while he played with her, toxic tentacles doing nothing to hurt his delicate, lithe digits.

Junpei jumped just a little bit at the exclamation, one visible eye blinking wide before his expression softened up. admittedly, he was still extremely skittish around everyone, but only Yuji had managed to make him feel anything resembling a calm mood. “Bacon?” he chirped quietly, picking up the can with a suspicious look, spinning it in his palm to look at the ingredients. “Artificial flavours — who woulda thought? Nobody makes natural bacon soda anymore, what a shame.” Junpei quipped, almost primed to wince at his own bad joke, but Yuji settling beside him quickly made him lose his focus on any self deprecation he could have managed.

“You really got everything, huh — oh!” he chuckled quietly as Moondregs struggled to float over to him with a packet of seaweed snacks clumsily wrapped in her tendrils. “Here —” he softly hummed, taking the bag and letting the shikigami rest back in his palm. “She knows my favourites. And uhm —” plucking a sheet of seaweed out, he handed it over, smiling while the jellyfish happily munched on it, little flecks of green floating around in her head along with the shimmering lights. “She likes whatever I like. You can feed her too, if you want.” he held out another sheet of seaweed to Yuji, warily staring at the doll on the arm of the couch. he’d managed to keep it quiet this whole time, but that didn’t make him feel any better.

“I picked a few Charlie Kaufman movies. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Being John Malkovich, and Synecdoche, New York. Have you seen any of them? I won’t spoil them, they’re all really weird. Wanna pick which one we want first? It’s the least I can do since you brought all these snacks.” there was a soft sincerity in his tone, the smile picking back up on his lips.

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[auriita]

zangyo​:

     A SLOW SIP WAS taken to the cup of coffee resting comfortably in his grip, that bitter liquid no longer hot, but lukewarm bordering on cold. On the surface he appeared composed; another person going about their day in this busy city to all who might have glanced his way, and yet, his muscles were tense and ready. They just needed to give him one reason to cast off this mask he wore to show what really lied beneath that composed image. ‘What is this boy trying to do?’ he had thought, hoping against all else that they would not be foolish enough to harm anyone nearby. He doubted they would based on his observations. The other was cautious and careful, walking about the same way a rabbit would out in the open (for hawks were always watching, foxes always on the prowl—). Even still, Nanami hated situations where the lives of others were at stake. He loathed ‘what ifs’ and all they entailed.

     However, just like that, the boy was gone from sight. He had all but blinked, darkness obscuring his vision for but a moment, before in the spot where his mark stood – nothingness. Smooth porcelain was placed back upon the table with a thump, what was left nearly sloshing onto the surface with how violently he had placed it down. Standing abruptly, he didn’t so much as glance back at the small café he had been using as cover. They had used their shikigami. But why? Summoning it was one thing, but the energy he had felt was a clear indication of its abilities being utilized. Who had he attacked? For what reason would they choose such foolishness? His tongue clicked, expression set into something far more stern and cold than it had been. As he made his approach, it took only a second for eyes to meet with colored lens, the gleam of his sunglasses giving way to his position over all else.

     They saw him.

     They ran.

     Nanami did not hesitate to pursue as he too disappeared into that dark alleyway where the only one who would bear witness to his chase being the shadows themselves as they danced on the walls. In that split second he took in the scene – the boys on the ground, poisoned, screaming –

     He didn’t have time for them.

     He couldn’t stop.

     A hand slipped into his the inner pocket of his suit to pull out a cell as he made a quick call to the only other person nearby. ❝Ijichi-san, we have a problem. I am currently pursuing the curse user in question, but we have some casualties. Please come have them taken care of as I believe they have been poisoned.❞ How potent was that poison? He didn’t know. Didn’t have a chance to see for himself. ❝They’re right across from Yadogiri café in the alleyway. ❞ Ijichi had questions no doubt, but a quick ‘I understand’ was given, and the phone hung up without another word, soon slipped back into the confines of his suit pocket.

was he going to have to run forever?

tears burned at the corners of his eyes as his feet beat against the pavement. he didn’t know these side streets well, he’d wandered just outside of his normal stomping grounds and he regretted it with every heaving breath that came from his lungs. his broken birdcage of ribs, bent branch of a spine, all of it ached as he pushed his frail body far past what he’d thought capable.

maybe Mahito was right; the pain that he’d endured year over year was all for a purpose.

he tore off his hoodie, flinging the dark fabric into a garbage bin, remnants of poison splattering across damp ground and worn siding. he knew he couldn’t hide as easily from sorcerers as he could from regular humans. he was unassuming to the naked eye, a carefully crafted outer persona to look as harmless as possible; another way to hide from ridicule, from abuse, from the judging eyes he’d become so used to. scraping his fingers on the edge of a brick storefront, he spun out of the alley and out onto the main street, melting into the massive crowd like he was made of toxic water.

i’m not prey. they’re the prey.

there was no pain he hadn’t experienced, and what was there to lose?

his life?

a laugh bubbled and died in his throat. there was nothing left of him to kill, was there? maybe the rage had boiled over after he’d seen his mother’s name plastered over the morning news like a tabloid celebrity, maybe what little humanity had clung to life in his heart had died that night, blood splattered and dreams destroyed.

he could feel his pursuer growing near, feel the oppressive pressure of the gaze that had been hidden from behind those glasses. suddenly, his blood chilled, a stumble in his step almost tripping him up, enough to make an older woman reach out to touch his shoulder. why would anyone be following me? green eyes flickered upwards, tears welling up within them. was he the one who — a soft voice of concern came from the woman, brushing his hair out of his face, a look of terror warping onto her expression at the sight of the scars.

did he leave the finger?

“Miss, P L E A S E —” he croaked out. “H E ‘ S the one who did this to me, don’t let him touch me!” a lie. the woman’s hands on his skin as she pulled him in closer made his stomach sick, but her gaze followed his finger, aimed dead centre at a yellow spotted tie surrounded by blue fabric. the crowd about them turned, dozens of judging eyes finally fixed —

ON SOMEONE ELSE.