── WELL - FED DEVILS BEHAVE BETTER THAN FAMISHED SAINTS. AN INDEPENDENT AND MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE KAMO CHŌSŌ, PULLED AND DERIVED FROM JUJUTSU KAISEN, HEAVILY CANON DIVERGENT, PRIMARILY HEADCANON - BASED AND SOURCE MATERIAL CRITICAL. EXPLICIT AND HEAVY CONTENT PRESENT.
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* i utilize memes as a way to write starters and initiate interactions. please do not send memes if you have no intention of continuing at least some of the ones i answer.
▍basic dni criterion apply, but specifically do not interact if you are a multi and primarily use east asian fcs ( especially if they are korean ) because that screams fetishization to me; write historical or real muses; use youtubers/influencers as fcs; and / or soley focus on sexual nsfw.
* by default, expect most potentially triggering content to be referenced in some way or form on this blog. chōsō's story revolves heavily around death, war, murder, and all topics adjacent to such. implied sexual content will be present.
▍while this blog is multiship, chōsō is not the easiest to ship romantically with outright and it would require plotting for something more in - depth. i prefer to explore other dynamics, including but not limited to : antagonistic, platonic, familial.
* i've consumed both the anime and the manga. i have my feelings about the manga and they're not all positive lmao. so i've taken some creative liberties with chōsō's arc post - shibuya. specifics will be detailed in separate posts. i don't plan to have an established irl fc, but kento yamazaki's role on golden kamuy is one visual reference that'll be present on this blog. other visual references are not to be misconstrued as actual face claims.
▍saph, she / her, 24, discord avail for mutuals. i have the worst habit of blog hopping or disappearing due to irl, so you can always find me on my multi otherwise.
knuckles cracked as he kicked at a small rock in his way, the mineral tumbling down the dirt - road — the silence of the ruined city was sickeningly eerie, echoes of the screams in his ears, smoke still rising from burnt - out flames. he'd never truly seen a world of beauty but not quite so much a world of destruction, not beyond his imaginations and the visions that conjures itself into his memories. skeptical gaze stared down the long path ahead of them, not a sign of break from the impending darkness that swallowed them whole the more they moved. “ i assume you mean this in a more ... metaphorical sense ? ” lips pursed in thought as he briefly glanced her way, and then the rotting graveyard of a town before them. “ it would apply here too. i'm not seeing anything we can use. ”
“ you almost sound disappointed. ” there wasn't a particular tone when he spoke, perhaps a twinge of curiosity laced between the words but it was heavily muddied by the depths of octaves and the cloudiness of his monotony. still alive, but just barely — enough to keep moving and feel some form of frustration. he would find himself properly healed soon, though, so he shifted his focus towards the school field where he could see the other sorcerers standing about, conducting some form of training. it interested him enough to stay behind and watch, but not enough to participate. he was told it wouldn't be a fair match. cowards. seated over the small steps by the bleachers, tossing a baseball back and forth absentmindedly. out of the corner of his eye, he inspected her from head to toe, as if he'd discover something new about her this time around. “ though it doesn't necessarily count as still alive as it implies i never reached death. ” shoulders rolled as he let the baseball topple down the steps, dull sounds filling the gaps of their near - silence. “ we need our numbers, so ... good thing you are, too. ” he finally met her gaze. “ alive, i mean. ”
‘actually, I’m feeling fine. better than. I feel wonderful. I feel like roses and sunshine and glitter.’
“ okay. ” this person is strange. that is the first thing that came to mind upon being in their presence, their existence so peculiar to him that he wasn't sure what to say or do most times. he wasn't oblivious though, having caught onto the energy that exuded from her like identifying a kindred spirit. not quite the same, but not quite so different. he could see how the others looked at them, how they seemed to dance along a shaky tight - rope. he'd yet to discern it a factor of fear or something else entirely, the same way one would treat nearly discovered weapon unchaperoned. and he'd still yet to understand whatever gravitational pull he'd felt towards her. he hadn't felt something like it before. had to have been a warning sign, but he wouldn't act on his offenses just yet. kitchen cabinet closes with a natural thud, the single overhead light illuminating their silhouettes in the night. he was pouring himself a bowl of cereal, milk in a separate glass. he heard it made a simple, easy snack. the random sensation had struck him as he attempted to sleep — hunger, he learned. how interesting. brows furrowed as he revisited her response. “ you weren't being serious. ” a question veiled as a statement. “ you don't look like someone who'd feel like ... roses and sunshine and glitter. ”
before him laid a graveyard that expanded so far beyond his imagination, building lights flickering and trembling with aftershocks, the flames still burning despite the hours passing. it was louder now, different than the screams of terror but rather screams of horror and grief, confusion among sorcerers and non - sorcerers alike. it echoed in his mind, reminiscent of the ache that swelled within him over the loss of his brothers, a phantom pain that had yet to dissipate. cursed spirit or human ? what part of his nature was driving such cruel suffering in the form of emotions ? “ what other perspective would that be ? ” perhaps he knew what she'd say, what they'd suggest. but he had no space for it. digits clung to the side of the thick material clothed over this vessel, this body — though, it was his now, wasn't it ? dark gaze fixed upon her, stepping over what must have been a pile of ashes. “ the order was already set. i won't let them execute my younger brother. ”