along death's path, among the hills.

man's end, a mound of heaping bones. a flowering and a fading.

[osteofy]

#OSTEOFY — an independent roleplay blog for a jujutsu kaisen original character. start here. written by avery, avey for short, ave for even shorter, twenty, he/him prns.

[osteofy]

inbox call! like this and i will peruse through your prompts tag to start an interaction >:)

[osteofy]

hi sorry for disappearing i resubbed to f.f14

[the27percent]

They can see the exhaustion that is so present on her face, which is all the more reason for Atieno to encourage her to get some rest. And to appreciate her hospitality in offering them the space to stay in for the evening. The question that they get isn't surprising overall even if it is from a different source, it's still a reasonable question to ask in all honesty.

"I .. I don't need sleep the same way that you do. But I do get restless. Some evenings I just wander about in the darkness since I know there's no one likely to be out that late. Other times, I do try to hide away for a few hours. I may even dissipate into a more.. amorphous form to 'rest' every now and then."

[osteofy]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ strange, that even you need to rest, ❜ she idly replies. ❛ or perhaps poetic. ❜

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ it has been an exhausting day—week—couple of months. between her tattoo parlor and her real duty, she could hardly get even half an hour in before she received a dreaded phone call. but she does this so nobody else has to—is what she tries to trick herself into thinking.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ i'm not so sure if my room is... conducive to an amorphous form, so i'll have to ask you to keep looking like a person. ❜

[osteofy]

small inbox call! give this a like and i'll look through your ask memes tag and send you a little thing.

[osteofy]

what if i wrote you a one-liner and we were both roleplayers

[osteofy]

@the27percent sent:🤝…to say ‘goodnight’. / accepting!

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ it comes to her as a surprise, the hand on her cheek, the hair tucked behind her ear. her eyes, puffy from lack of sleep, blink ever slowly—and betrays her characteristically cool exterior. she leans against the doorframe to her own bedroom that she nonchalantly offered to them for the night.

❛ do you need sleep like we do? ❜ the question is innocent, unexpected from her, but it is genuine. ❛ i imagine it can get quite... restless, for you. ❜

[osteofy]

astrumyuzu​:

       «  —     zeth just watches her, not impressed at all. a dark brow raises, ❝ yer colleagues ? and who the fuck ‘re they, huh ?  ❞ he was supposed to meet some old dude, but instead this woman shows up. ❝  who the fuck are ye anyways ??    ❞ »

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ so he’s got that type of attitude, but she should have known that earlier—this will be much more difficult than she liked. ❛ we’ve received reports of cursed spirits in our jurisdiction disappearing, ❜ she replies tersely. ❛ and we’ve reason to believe you have something to do about it. ❜

[osteofy]

hi sorry for disappearing i resubbed to f.f14

[sagamemes]

fifty reasons to touch someone.   a variation of this. send me a 🤝 + a number ( add ‘flip’ to reverse it )  for your muse to touch mine…

…to say ‘good morning’.

…to say ‘goodnight’.

…to say ‘goodbye’.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as a ‘no’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because you are running out of time.

…because i am running out of time.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

[ dealer’s choice / randomise ]

[osteofy]

what's pecular about your soul?

tagged by: @magicraft, thank you! tagging: the girl reading this

Your soul is... Missing

... No one knows how it happened. Souls are always handled with the utmost care- displayed and preserved for eons to come. But yours has simply... disappeared. Was it a matter of theft? A runaway spirit? Was it ever truly there to begin with? You do not know where you are. It is dark... It is cold. You don't feel as though you have control of your body. Lost to time, you wonder how long it will take for others to forget you completely...

[osteofy]

@sozokami sent: have i ever given you bad advice? from ahmya ( probably, probably......... ye definitely.... )

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ what a thoughtful thing to ask. ❜ the response is vague, purposefully so. she is not one to mince words, but neither is she one to take any sort of pleasure from hurting one's feelings—at least, not at the moment. ❛ but even if you did, i probably wouldn't follow it in the first place. ❜

[astrumyuzu]

       «  —     ❝ what’re ye lookin’ at !?  ❞  »

       «  —     @osteofy​ gets a one-liner starter from zeth !!  »

[osteofy]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ the cigarette between her fingers drops to the floor, and with a firm stomp she puts out the faint flickering. ❛ now, no need to be so brash. just here to ask questions on behalf of—my colleagues. ❜

[candyflossmemes]

spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

[osteofy]

small inbox call! give this a like and i'll look through your ask memes tag and send you a little thing.

[osteofy]

small inbox call! give this a like and i'll look through your ask memes tag and send you a little thing.

[crxstallium-deactivated20230305]

                                        @osteofy​​ summoned a butterfly.                                                                                                                   ⇢  starter call.

    Kissed by the curse of love,  the youthful lady of roseate locks resembles the most beautiful rose of the garden.  The truth that most tend to forget is that all roses have sharp thorns and the one whose dreams lay in eternal bloom is no exception  —  amidst the chaos linger a glimmering spark of hope.  The belladonna poison that dyes in the promises of peace for sorcerers have been painfully undigested.     Those old people that reign over all just cause trouble.     If Satoru Gojo wasn’t sealed,  everything would be less of a mess than it was now for everyone.  Tension remains heavy with a silent warfare that mixes betrayal and shock between all the recent events.  Shifting fingertips,  playful manner that rests the wriggling anxiety that makes a spiral in descending to the pits of the unknown.  Destiny may be unpredictable but that was no reason for gathering all to act.  Instead,  everyone went their own ways of doing whatever they felt doing,  perhaps the unraveling of the thread was going to be a hassle later on.       

❛❛     No,  I wasn’t presented when it all happened,  nor I have the information as where everyone has go.  I just feel like all different stuff is happening and too fast for my liking.      ❜❜          Soundlessly acceptance that holds close to the massacre that was held in less than a blink of an eye,  all turned upside down;  she has hold stars so close that the apocalypse seemed fainted.  Few left,  few remaining fighting for something that she can’t even name.  That made her furious and that was easy to detect.  Knuckles become the resting face of part of the countenance of the visage.          ❛❛     I am here,  doing nothing while others are fighting their own battles  …  How dumb does that sound  ?      ❜❜

[osteofy]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀if the woman with the sangria hair is a thorny rose, she with the eyes of iron is a bed of deep red spider lilies: a fatal poison through and through; attracted to the intoxicating scent of death; blooming brightly, but only by drawing fresh blood. but this pernicious nature of hers wasn't by choice; instead, she was forced by birth and circumstance to become who she is—and not a day goes by that she wishes she could be someone else, anyone else. today is no exception.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀above her, the monotone buzz of the blinding fluorescent lights. to her side, the woman with the sangria hair. all around her, her fellow sorcerers laying in piles of limbs, delirious from their sustained injuries—if not on the verge of death. she is lucky to survive in her current state—a few cracked bones, a skinned forearm, bruises all over—and she is lucky that she knows how to heal herself; less trouble for ieiri and the others. and perhaps to the woman to her side, she is lucky she was able to see battle, to face the enemy herself.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀she sits up from the thin mattress with a good deal of effort. with her good hand, she nurses her fractured shoulder. ❛ i won't bore you with the details of my foray into enemy territory, ❜ she strains to reply. ❛ but there must be good reason they didn't choose to deploy you just yet. —and maybe you're fighting your own battle, too. ❜