[koraasol]

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please be welcomed into kora's home! she is probably in the kitchen, baking her most delicious cookies to share with you (ㅅ´ ˘ `) would you like something to drink? she has twenty varieties of tea!

don't forget to wipe your feet before entering. my inbox is always open, feel free to interact!

[recoverr-deactivated20250621]

i don't know who needs to hear this, but guilt, self-hatred and shame are not sustainable sources of growth and healing. you can't hate yourself into feeling better, or being better. you can't repeatedly punish yourself for your flawed humanity and expect wholesome results.

[koraasol]

THE FINAL I'VE BEEN CRYING ABOUT IS DONE

[veryluckyclovers]

[dilucsbeloved]

𝐉𝐉𝐊!𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐀 — Kamo clan outcast and bearer of Blood Manipulation. Quiet and withdrawn beyond the battlefield, she is rarely seen without one of her feline friends lingering at her side. Would not hesitate to give her life for those she holds dear.

Born into the Kamo clan without showing any sign of a cursed technique, she was deemed defective and considered a bad omen by both her family and the clan itself. Isolated from the outside world and hidden away from the rest of the clan, she spent most of her life neglected, abused, and punished for failing to meet the expectations placed upon her.

Her cursed technique finally awakened at eighteen, during a near death experience caused by severe blood loss. It manifested in the form of what she needed most: a friend.

After escaping the clan's cage, she was eventually discovered by Megumi, who brought her to Jujutsu High. (04.2016 age 21)

Leaves Jujutsu High, feeling unworthy when the higher ups learn that the only reason she was able to escape was because she killed her parents—an accidental result of losing control over her technique shortly after its awakening—and deem her unstable and dangerous. (04.2017 age 22)

Eventually taken in by Suguru Geto, despite her initial refusal and reluctance. With his family, she found a sense of belonging she’d been seeking her whole life. (05.2017)

Dies in Shibuya trying to protect Mimiko & Nanako. (10.31.2018)

CURSED TECHNIQUE — BLOOD MANIPULATION

𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒. Cat shikigami sculpted out of the user's blood. Summoning can only be activated once a wound is self inflicted.

Their true form is grotesque and they come in different sizes depending on the user’s emotions, but she has learned to mask them, making them look less intimidating to avoid scaring others. Masking shikigami can also be used to trick opponents into letting their guard down.

‘Fur’ can be harden, giving them the ability to protect allies by wrapping around them.

Can track targets ‘scented’ with blood, even if they’re not visible.

User can summon a maximum of 2-4 shikigami at once (depending on size) before experiencing blood loss effects.

𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖. Blood is hardened to create sharp, cat-like claws on the user's hands.

𝐂𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄. Blood is spun into thin strands resembling thread to restrain opponents. The more they struggle, the tighter the stands become. Tension can harden the strands to a degree sharp enough to sever flesh and limbs.

𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐎𝐖 — 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒. Grants the ability to convert cursed energy into blood—which is otherwise impossible for humans—in exchange for thinning out one's life source. Effectively negates the physical limitations of blood loss.

Allows the user to summon 8 shikigami at once.

To do so, the user must split her life force between herself and her 8 shikigami—this makes them stronger, but also leaves her body vulnerable.

If a shikigami is destroyed, so is the portion of life that was poured into it, permanently reducing the user’s lifespan.

If the user's true, weakened body takes a fatal hit, she will die.

However, a shikigami can be unsummoned to return its stored life force and reconstruct her true body, resulting in a 'revival.' This also permanently reduces her lifespan.

In essence, the user can cheat death multiple times, so long as her true body or at least one shikigami remains standing.

Ultimately the cause of her death.

+ Blood manipulation also allows the user to close her wounds, but she rarely utilizes this ability, instead choosing to endure the pain and use her remaining cursed energy to keep her feline friends around longer.

connections: friends w megumi & maki ﾉ looks up to shoko & nanami ﾉ choso sees her as a little sister ﾉ best friends w mimiko & nanako ﾉ complicated relationship w suguru...

all art by me!! a huge thank you to my beloved ari @cullinggame-mycullinggame for encouraging me and helping me develop my ideas;; jjkawea wouldn't exist without u :'3 and thank you to my cubbie @knightsexual for helping me w her timeline and pixie @pixiespond for giving me inspiration for her uniform design!!! <333

[koraasol]

mykora i miss u a lot!!!!! :c offering u a penny in exchange for any sugu / general thoughts that have been on ur mind lately?! <33333 ur on my mind n in my heart all the time!!! hope ur well 🥺🥺

coco!!!!! please keep your penny !! thank you so much for stopping by you are too sweet :C

honestly i haven't had a lot of interesting thoughts because i am on finals season!! and i have not been feeling super great, but thankfully it will pass ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜!!!!!!!

now that you are here however, i will take it as an opportunity to tell You how much i admire you!!! truly!!

sometimes i feel like my words fail to express it, and i wish i could leave longer comments or tags that really showed how much everything you do moves me :'D i hope this isn't too much but. the writing snippets you have been posting these past few days have been !!!! breathtaking!!!! you write so beautifully, with so much attention to detail and sooo much love that it is!! overwhelming /pos !!!!!!!!!!!!! and you describe things in such a poetic and meaningful way too. it's amazing :0 i don't even know mister karasu but the way you see him is so. special to me. i am in awe at how well you understand him, how you talk about him with so much care and gentleness!!!! this capacity for love and selflessness that you have is something i can only aspire to achieve (and i mean this in the best way possible!!!)

you treat everyone with infinite patience and consideration and what's more!! you are an inspiration for others to do the same as well!!! it is no surprise that jjkco's ct is related to the sun because you truly are a ray of sunshine in this community :D your friends are sososo lucky to have you <333 (i think the world, in general, is)

[tabicoeur]

may pt 2 | はるなつあきふゆ: seasons

karasu tabito has come to love the month of may.

he sits on the back steps of his vacation home, sleeves shoved to his elbows, watching you in the grass.

the dandelions have come up again.

descendants of last spring’s, scattered by your delicate hands all those months ago. he likes the idea of it—that something you set loose in the world has quietly multiplied without his noticing, and that the part of him built to dissect has learned again how to simply look, somewhere along the way.

(this is entirely your doing, though he’d never give you the satisfaction of telling you so. or maybe he has, in a thousand quieter ways. the pinch of salt he now takes in his tea, the wonky-shaped pastries he buys from the boulangerie after you said with stars in your eyes that they have more character. the way he leaves the gramophone on now, just to fill the kitchen with sound. the dandelions he’s stopped pulling from the lawn.)

you’re knelt in the grass again, the way you do every spring morning of every spring he’s been lucky enough to share with you. bare feet, the hem of his old t-shirt grass-stained, a dandelion puff cupped in your palm so tenderly and reverently.

“tabi?” you call gently, and he hums in response without glancing up from the daily crossword. he doesn’t need to look at you to hear the fond smile in your voice. “do you remember when you told me dandelions were weeds?”

“mhm.” he sets the paper aside, leans back on his hands “and you cried.”

“did i! mm… i don’t recall.” you play the coy fool.

“you got teary, sweetheart. there’s a difference, sure, but it’s a fine one.”

you laugh your breathless, watery laugh that karasu thinks the universe must have invented just for him, and he hides his smile behind a sip of tea. enough salt added to nullify the bitterness he’d grown up so used to, but it’s the way he prefers it now—just a pinch of salt makes it all the more sweet, tabi, see, try a sip of mine!

the late spring breeze blows the fragrance from your hair past his nose and the smile on his lips splits even wider.

it’s strange, the way may unfolds when you’re finally in it.

how the breeze is sweet again, like it always seems to be in his memory, the way it was when he was eight and ran through the rice fields outside his childhood home with a popsicle melting down his wrist.

he had been good at noticing things, then, small things. starry-eyed at their beautiful simplicity. cicadas pausing before they wing, light bending through a glass jar.

and somewhere between the age of eight and eighteen he had forgotten how. he’d instead decided noticing was a thing one did to dismantle, pick apart others—and he had been good at that, too, in a colder kind of way.

but you make him remember.

a girl who notices when his shoulders are tight even before he does and keeps the pressed dandelion from her first spring together with him tucked between the pages of his favourite book for safekeeping.

one day, we can keep it safe in the pages of our wedding album, instead!

“come sit with me,” you say, patting the grass beside you, dewy and littered with petals.

“i’ll get my pants wet.”

“they’re already wet from when you walked over here earlier!”

he tilts his head at you, mock-affronted. “you tryin’ to call me dumb, baby?”

“no!” you giggle, smile up at him with the sun in your lashes, “i’m just trying to call you here.”

and god, the way you say things—completely unaware of what you do to him. of how every word you hand him so plainly makes him feel the kind of thing he used to think only existed in songs played on the radio. how it sails right over your head when he tries to give it back to you. you’ll never know, he thinks. and that’s all right. he has the rest of his life to keep telling you anyway.

he lowers himself beside you. the grass is, indeed, wet.

you press a dandelion into his palm and close his fingers around it.

“make a wish.”

he looks at you, then. at the morning gold caught in the down of your cheek, and the crumb of bread on your lip’s upturned edge from breakfast. at the impossible softness of a girl who finds him worth loving every single day.

he has nothing left to wish for.

but he closes his eyes, and blows the seeds into the breeze anyway, for you.

[inozuart]

in another life

[cheshmenoor]

[koraasol]

i think i dreamed about suguru today ???

[dxe111]

You come here often?

[koraasol]

i think bothering that man a little bit would save me

[koraasol]

thinking about being petted and nuzzling into him and being in his lap and

[koraasol]

sometimes i fear that my words aren't enough or that they sound weird because i repeat them too much ,, so i'm thankful that at least i can express them through art

[tofusand]

tatted suguru — black and red lines of ink intricately forming impressive pieces of art up his arms and over his chest. oddly enough, the best part about having tattoos isn’t the satisfaction he gets from them, but the close attention you pay them. the way your eyes drink in every stroke, the way your fingers twitch with an unsaid desire to touch them. how cruel would he be to deny you that? he gets something nice out of it too — the delicate feel of your skin against his. it's never enough to feed his hunger though. he wants more; he wants you to want more

[luckieangel]

@koraasol

[koraasol]

something silly that i thought of this morning (except i am sobbing on the floor)

[luckieangel]

feliz cumpleaños, 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂

teach me your language. i may not be native to your homeland, but let me belong: let me be native to you . . .

HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO ME ૮꒰ྀི つ˘ `⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა 💝

thank you so very much to the wonderful lily @pearlfoam for surprising me with this beautiful bitten plum comm ueueueueue (╯꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)╯︵┻━┻ i cannot thank you enough my precious lily — i adore, love and appreciate you to the moon and back ❤︎ i am cradling your face in my hands and kissing you so silly!!! my sweetest marshmallow ꒰๑´ᗜ`꒱*›◡‹꒱꒱ ily ily ily

art by the splendid its_toofuu on vgen ﾉ its-toofuu on tumblr !