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mutuals-only rp blog for jujutsu kaisen’s okkotsu yuuta. penned by ventium, 25+. mature themes present.

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unhappy yuuta noises.

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I feel very strongly about Yuuta single-handedly deciding to take down kenjaku by himself during the culling game arc, because I have a feeling that this could be the beginning of a very cool cycle/arc of him going from "I have been repeatedly told how dangerous I am" to "I have mastered how dangerous I am" to "I can use how dangerous I am to protect my friends" to "nobody would really be able to stop me if I did" and whether this ends with him over-estimating his abilities and getting destroyed by Kenjaku or Sukuna, or going over the edge and his old friends having to take him down, I would be so here for it.

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&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  more  angsty  dialogue  prompts  to  devastate  your  writing  partners.  metaphorically.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it should have been you. ❜

❛ did i do good? ❜

❛ i’m sorry that i can’t save you. ❜

❛ wait for me, will you? ❜

❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜

❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜

❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜

❛ i’m real. i’m here. ❜

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜

❛ it’s always my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ i don’t want to go. ❜

❛ can you remember how you died? ❜

❛ i love you, but you’re not mine. ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ i didn’t ask to get made. ❜

❛ you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you. ❜

❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ their blood is on your hands. ❜

❛ it would have been better to die. ❜

❛ i’m not ready to lose you yet. ❜

❛ i wish i met you sooner. ❜

❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜

❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜

❛ i told you not to fall in love with me. ❜

❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜

❛ everyone i’ve cared about has either died or left me. except for you. ❜

❛ i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking. ❜

❛ they’re not coming back. ❜

❛ i’m sorry, have we met? ❜

❛ in my dreams, we’re still together. ❜

❛ you’re the one good thing left in this world. ❜

❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜

❛ it’s okay. you can let go. ❜

❛ you mean nothing to me. ❜

❛ we’re on our own now. ❜

❛ you can’t kill me, i’m not alive. ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ we’ll see each other again. ❜

❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜

❛ we did it. we won. ❜

❛ let’s not go back. not ever. ❜

❛ thanks for playing with me. ❜

❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜

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ethaer​

     he  nods  head ,  acknowledging  yuuta’s  words  as  they  fall into  step.  he  found  the  young  okkotsu  to  be  an  affable  child ;  his  presence  was  as  calming  as  it  could  be  utterly  unnerving ,  &  kento  was  thankful  not  to  have  to  deal  with  the  younger  students  &  their  hyper activeness for  now . 

hands  pocketed ,  nanami  remains  quiet  a  moment ,  thinking  on  how  best  to  answer  yuuta’s  question  in  a  way  that  remained  honest ,  without  causing  undue  worry  or  stress .     ❛    yes ,  i  suppose  it  was .  i  appreciate  your  sentiment ,  yuuta - san .    ❜   as  each  year  passed ,  the  sorcerer  founds  himself  walking  out  of  battles  with  curses  less  &  less  unscatched .  somehow ,  something  was  lost – blood ,  bonds . he  struggled  at  times  to  understand   how  his  elders  still  kept  their  strength .  what  had  they  chosen  to  sacrifice  for  power ?     ❛   however ,   ijichi -  san  was  hurt .  he’s  on  the  mend ,  so  there’s  no  need  to  worry .   ieri - san  took  excellent  care  of  him .     ❜

A small sigh of relief is heaved from his chest upon hearing of Nanami-san and Ijichi-san’s recoveries. After all those months at the school, after Geto-san’s intrusion and the Night Parade, one would imagine they would grow used to the dangers and the risks posed to friends and mentors. Truthfully, Yuuta cannot tell if he’ll ever get used to it. Perhaps it is better he does not. Still, the boy cannot help but look at the more experienced sorcerer and feel a pang of guilt tugging at his heart. Nanami-san has seen many battles, experienced who knows what hardships... will there come a day where, maybe, he will be strong enough to take the burden from his shoulders, and from every sorcerer’s shoulders, who deserves a long, peaceful life? What other purpose could the power bestowed upon him have? 

Unfortunately, Yuuta is far from having reached that stage yet. Hopefully, someday soon. “That’s good to hear.” He nods. “Hopefully there will be no need for reverse cursed technique on this mission.” A few months have passed since Rika’s release now - Yuuta has almost fully regained his old abilities and gotten acquained with the new Rika... but he has learnt better than to walk blindly into a fight. “Let’s handle this quickly so you can enjoy a day off or two.” He adds with a small smile.

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Hello hello Genshin friends - entering a new rpc is always a challenge, so have the simplest littlest of introductions here to spread the word: I'm ventium (29yo, she/her), and this is my new selective, multimuse Genshin Impact blog.

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zorkaya​

It was vital for her not to be kicked out of Japan because of how prevalent the cursed object from her country remained for herself and the balance of the world. Master Tengen, upon meeting her, would utter a name of the curse instead of her own, causing an immediate adverse reaction. Still, it was alright as now she was working with those of Jujutsu Tech as a teacher to exchange her knowledge with others. As it was proven, Sokolova-sensei was far more knowledgeable about fighting techniques than many other teachers (surprisingly for her age). Satoru Gojo’s jokes about her powers didn’t make it less tense between her and other students who didn’t yet know her.

Well, Okkotsu Yuuta’s case was already known to her thanks to the cautious and paranoid higher-ups. Truly, a laughable bunch. They should be proud that this person was a kind-hearted boy, judging by how he reacted to her and how quiet he remained. So docile, she almost wanted to squish his cheeks as if he were her youngest sibling Aleksey.

“You don’t need to be that nervous! My goodness, what did that rascal Gojo Satoru tell you about me? Chill, chill~ I won’t bite. Heard all about you, but don’t worry. I’m not here to make your life harder.” The woman laughs with a smile, bringing out the friendliest behavior she could without missing a beat. “Oh, that piece of art?” She looks at the motorcycle, her delight immediately becoming even brighter. “Yes, indeed! That’s my precious baby. Well, one of them. I usually use it to drive around since it’s easier than a car if I want to get somewhere.” She hums, pleased that Okkotsu would ask about it. If this were a tv-show, she’d have stars circling around her to signify her delight and pride over this possession.

“Say, Okkotsu,” she pauses. “…-kun, -san? Argh, Japanese mannerisms of speech are so different compared to where I came from,” Zarina sighs, shoulder drooping as if she were embarrassed over such foolish mistakes. All of this was only to create a friendlier image. “Anyways, ever rode on one o’ those?” She points at the motorbike.

No need to be nervous is easier said than done, when you sport one of those white jackets the higher-ups have required him to don. He stands out like a sore thumb amongst his peers, and from what he understands? With Rika by his side, he doesn’t even need the white jacket to be noticed from miles away. Of course he would be nervous. Gojo-sensei barely needed to say anything, really... but perhaps his glorious review was not entirely innocent in the matter.

Sokolova-sensei promises she doesn’t mean to make his life harder, and Yuuta is unable to come up with a better answer than: “Thanks?”. Good job Yuuta. Thankfully, she moves on in a heartbeat; his circled eyes too return to the bike, unable to hide childlike curiosity and a little hint of awe. What sixteen year-old by wouldn’t find a motorbike insanely and inherently cool? 

“Ah - Okkotsu-kun is fine!” He offers as a helpful prompt. Japanese honorifics can be confusing for foreigners, he supposes (not that he has much experience with foreigners; actually, one could argue he has more experience of cursed pandas than of foreigners) (his life is completely normal, can you tell?). His shoulders start to relax, taken in and convinced by the woman’s amicable demeanour. What a nice change from some of the people here who still cast him sideway glances... he wonders, silently, ow Rika’s aura may be affecting her. Panda-kun had told him it was pretty damn suffocating - how might it feel to a sorcerer of her standing?

The boy shakes his head. “No, never. My parents used to have a car, when I was living with them.” ... which hasn’t been the case in even longer than he has been at the school. That is a story for another time. “It’s really cool, though. There aren’t that many of them back in Sendai - how long have you had it? Must be really convenient when you’re going on missions.” More convenient than coordinating with poor Ijichi-san anyway.

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I made the thing, have mercy on my soul.

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@fuyumine​​ whispers:  ❝  i think the whole idea of ‘finding yourself’ is kind of bullshit.  we are what we chose to be.  we make ourselves.   ❞ ( maki / @fuyumine) (conversational starters)

“Haha - how very you, Maki-san.” There is no malice or tease in his words, borne by a light and airy chuckle; how very her, he thinks again, this time to himself, a fondness in his chest as they sit together by the training field. Their respective weapons rest in the grass a few feet from them, replaced in their hands by two cans of iced tea as self-granted reward for all their efforts. He has missed this, Yuuta muses, inwards. He has been travelling more and more, regaining his special grade  week after week, mission after mission - some of which would take him to the other side of the country or even abroad. 

He has missed this; being on those training grounds, sparring with the best swordswoman he knows, trading thoughts afterwards as tried muscles recover. 

Yuuta hums and looks to the sky - a murder of crows flies over their heads, heading towards the city beyond the trees. “I suppose you and I are good examples of that, aren’t we.” He muses; before looking back at her with a smile. “Especially you, Maki-san. I still don’t know how you do it, but - your resolve is amazing. I’ve always admired you for that, you know?” Fanboy, he can hear Panda’s voice murmuring at the back of his mind. Yeah, well. She is amazing. Like it or not, it takes a particular kind of soul to have the strength to defy everything her world has been built upon. He had never been able to do that... until she had pulled him from the pits of despair he had so complacently sunken into. 

Of course Maki-san is one of the most amazing people he’s ever met. 

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i’ll be right here to write, i’ve just given in the temptation to make a genshin impact multi.

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    ❛     (  @copiied​  ) -  san .    ❜      nanami  says  politely ,  offering  a  nod  to  the  younger  sorcerer ,  index  pressing  sunglasses  up  the  bridge  of  his  nose .    ❛    are  you  ready ?  our  train  for  gifu  leaves  soon .     ❜    

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“Nanami-san.” The boy jumps from his seat on the pavement stairs by the school gates onto his feet; at the ready, his katana strapped to his shoulder, black case against the white fabric of his shirt. The uniform of problem children, he had been told - a way of singling him out, should something, in his vicinity, somehow go wrong (it’s easier to point fingers if you can visually spot the alleged culprit, right?). “I’m ready. We should get going.” Fortunately, Nanami-san has never been one to actually single him out for the colour of his shirt. 

There once was a time when Yuuta would look at Nanami, and hold his breath, and fear that he would do something that would earn him a stern glare and a sliced arm (tripping in his own feet / being impolite / accidentally releasing Rika??). Nowadays, thankfully? Yuuta’s posture has noticeably relaxed; and he doesn’t hold his breath anymore. He knows he doesn’t have to. “Gojo-sensei said your last mission was a difficult one.” Then again, with Gojo-sensei, you never quite know when he tells the truth and when a complete fabrication may come out of his mouth! “I’m glad you seem okay.”

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m.aki: an intruder! p.anda: an intruder! in.umaki: an intruder! y.uuta: woaaah big bird!

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so this page always got me confused ever since it got published, because?? yuuta was already established as a descendent of sugawara no michizane (like gojo), who are the fujiwara where are they coming from why are they even being mentioned? so i did some digging, and surprise surprise! connections! fun facts galore!

- sugawara no michizane was a poet and politician of the heian era, who eventually got into conflict with the rising fujiwara clan, who took over as emperors of japan. this led to sugawara no michizane’s slow demise from court and eventual banishment - he died in exile. - according to wikipedia, sugawara no michizane did indeed become a vengeful spirit who unleashed droughts, floods and storms, and plagued and killed the emperor’s (again, a fujiwara) sons. - to appease him, the fujiwara imperial clan built a shrine dedicated to him, restored his title, honour, and struck his exile from official records. several decades later, sugawara no michizane’s spirit was finally appeased, and he turned from vengeful spirit into a deified being (kami): tenjin, god of sky, storms, and as most commonly known today, god of scholarship. - apparently, somewhere down the line, the sugawara and the fujiwara bloodlines were united by marriage, so yuuta could indeed be a descendent of both clans.  - either that, or uro mistakes him for a member of the clan who actually plotted the exile of his real ancestor.  - either way, it’s fun and i’m praying these tidbits of information will eventually lead somewhere.

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i’m also stealing from the film’s opening scenes and saying that for his first few weeks/months at the school, Yuuta lived on the outskirts of the premices, instead of the shared dorm with the other students. The higher-ups confined him to a repurposed old temple, only inhabited by Yuuta and a few members of staff running the place - there is no other student there, and every day after training, Yuuta would have to walk twenty minutes across the massive school property to get back to what was essentially his temporary cage. It was a precautionary measure until Gojo and other staff members felt confident enough that he could be let loose on campus without posing (too much) of a threat to the other students. 

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@zorkaya​ whispers:  ❝   did you come by for a reason or did you just want some company?    (conversational starters)

Your cursed energy perception sucks, Yuuta. He remembers Panda-kun pointing it out before; and he hates to admit it, but he supposs his friend kinda sorta has a point. Else, there is no way (probably??) he would have missed on the impressive aura that materialised behind him; no way he would not have noticed his teacher walking up behind him unannounced. Predictably, Yuuta jolts and clutches the strap of the katana around his shoulder - a child caught red-handed doing... well, nothing reprehensible, but Yuuta tends to assume he did something wrong on principle. “Ah! Sokolova-sensei...” 

There are many intimidating terrifying individuals, in the jujutsu world, as he has come to learn over the past few months. Zarina Sokolova is, very undoubtedly, one of them (be careful around her, Yuuta-kun - she might turn you into a popsicle in the blink of an eye if you piss her off! Gojo-sensei had warned him) (Gojo-sensei’s warnings were almost never useful, but this one, he’ll chose to trust). 

But - Zarina Sokolova is a teacher at Jujutsu Tech (right??), so... surely, existing within the same space should be fine. 

Well. Unless she is one of these higher-ranked sorcerers who deemed his existence a liability. Yuuta does not forget that there are more people like this than there are Gojo-senseis. “Ah, no - I mean, I was just taking a walk...” He answers at last. The corridors of the temple he is still confined to at the moment in lieu of school dorms can get lonely and suffocating. Grey eyes drift back to the object that caught his attention: a motorbike he doesn’t remember seeing before. “And I found this. Is it yours, sensei?”

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Comparing the JJK 0 film and the prequel manga, the manga establishes that Yuuta has to be taken in because he’s (obviously) highly dangerous, but doesn’t explain how/why besides the locker incident, and I’m glad the film picks up on details gege confirmed in interviews; specifically that after the locker incident, some sorcerers were sent to capture Yuuta, and Rika killed them all - leading to Gojo being asked to do it. 

The film also reveals how many sorcerers went after Yuuta and got killed in the process: three grade 2 sorcerers, and one grade 1 sorcerer, meaning that by the age of 16 and with no awareness of what curses even were, Rika and Yuuta had already (voluntarily and involuntarily) killed the equivalent of three Inumaki and one Nanami.