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Jujutsu Kaisen [BD Vol.1] EP2 Part 6

EP2 2/1 ; 2/2 ; 2/3 ; 2/4 ; 2/5 ; 2/6 : 2/7 ; 2/8 ; 2/9

Jujutsu Kaisen Blu-ray Disc Recap [All LINKS]

OP1 // OP2:: ED1 // ED2

EP1 : EP2 : EP3 : EP4 ; EP5 : EP8 : EP9 : EP12 : EP13

EP14 : EP15

Feral Gojo part 1 // part 2 // part 3

Sukuna Gifs 1 // 2

[unhalloa2]

𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧,   boy:   he guesses the headmaster was right,   in some sense.   atsushi comes back to himself with a fuzzy sense of recollection,   eyebrows pinched tight.   [ a quick sweep of his limbs ensured they’ve all taken on the shape they’re meant to:   no stray tails or furry arms. ]   THE BOY GIVES A SHEEPISH SMILE,   but it’s concerned and fighting off panic.      ❝   um   ...   what happened?   ❞

@mukagen​,   random muse starter call.    

[yokayi]

indra, very loudly when someone says gunwoo is good looking: "--i don't see it."

han gunwoo had always dwelt in the terminal spaces between people's extreme emotions   —   distaste,   frustration,   infatuation,  a kind of scooby doo chase montage where all the doors in the corridor are gateways to people's reactions   :   one door opens,   another closes,   gunwoo enters,   gunwoo exits,   sometimes you meet him in the middle but never for long enough to catch him in his meddling business !         he wonders how many doors he's slipped through,   how many synapses he's excited,   how many thresholds he's crossed inside indra's emotional landscape.         '        i got ya something,   indra  —      '          and so it begins  :   the glee in his voice tiptoes on childish,   his posture the first clue to solving this mystery      (     ruh-roh !          what's that behind his back !      )      '     i hope you'll appreciate the lengths i had to go through to retrieve it !        [     dramatic pause,   hold your breath !      ]     ta-daaaaa !          gojo's glasses !     since y'know,    you're blind and all,   —   '        cue audience laugh track number three !    

@mukagen 💕

[jikangai-a]

@mukagen

‘ moooooove, old man ! move, move ! you’re so sloooow ! ‘ 

kotaru pushes his back, urging the older man to walk just a little faster. he knows the storm is coming in, and he wants to be inside by the time it hits. he hates the thunder, and he doesn’t have any plans of getting all their clothes and bags soaked. and besides all that, he didn’t like being out in the dark out in the open like this. it left them too vulnerable to attack. even after all this time, he’s still looking over his shoulder at every turn, always waiting for the next monster to jump out of the shadows. you’d think the old samurai would share the same concern, but stupid no-name is moving too slow ! he groans again, pushing his little arms against an immovable wall. 

‘ bite his ankles, tobimaru ! get him moving faster ! ‘ he knows the dog likely won’t, too fond of the old man to listen. what a traitor. 

[deckofclubs]

@mukagen

there was a time when tenko was the most powerful man in japan. there was a time he had unmeasurable power, feared by all. with hundreds of quirks coursing through his body, he had been (almost) unstoppable. and now here’s reduced to this; sitting on the kitchen counter, waving a spatula at a chicken that’s wandered its way into the farmhouse, and into the kitchen. he hates these stupid creatures, and this stupid farmhouse, and this whole stupid scenario, but there’s not much he can do about the humiliation right now. they could stick him on this mountain top, but they couldn’t make him like it. especially all the animals wandering around, unpredictable. takashi had assured him they were harmless, but he wasn’t buying it. and even if they were, he didn’t want to be anywhere near them. the thing had creeped closer and closer to him, with those beady little eyes, and he had retreated. him, who once ran an entire criminal organization at twenty years old. retreating from a 5 pound chicken.

he tosses the spatula at it, hoping to scare the animal into running away. 

‘ go, you stupid--! before i turn you to dust ! ‘ 

[robustxs]

the afternoon breeze combed through the strands of his hair , making his haori swing ; the calming scent of wisteria filling up his surroundings . another day , another training session had reached its end , he was only to meet up with genya later that day to accompany him during a mission , so he had some time to spare & meditate . choosing a nice spot , he set himself somewhere under the shadows of one of the many trees around the estate  — eyes closed , one deep breath . . . 

                        namu amida butsu . . .  

                                                                                     ( were those sounds of footsteps ? )  

exhales  — half opened eyes gaze to where the sound came from & the pace seemed to increase as the person’s whereabouts were acknowledged , but the feeling towards the hashira himself wasn’t hostile , it was welcoming . 

❛❛ i wasn’t expecting a companion during my meditation . . .  ❜❜ he stated as his expression perked up .  ❛❛ it’s been a while , indra ❜❜ . 

@mukagen​ | long time no see 

[parasinic]

somewhere, timcanpy was busy gnawing at plue, inevitably trying to consume the poor creature while their masters chat on. allen didn’t mind it much, tim was always trying to eat something or was in the processing of being eaten. he recalled that unfortunate event with a cat, poor mister whiskers. moving on.

“ haru ! ” an hand rested on his back, patting slightly as he bent to greet him. a grin forms, he nods toward an unfortunate group of men playing cards. big mistake. “ have you played before ?  i can show you some things. ”

@mukagen,  for haru.

[nakhama-a]

the tales of her brother’s journey feel like something straight out of a novel cattleya might have read when she was young.   not that she doubts them    ⸻   haru would never lie,   and anyway,   his new friend has supplemented plenty in his place   ⸻   but she’d never imagined the world beyond garage island would be so fantastical.

“   wow...   you even visited nakajima’s hometown!   ”   of course,   the first thing she asks about is the first thing she can recognize.   cattleya leans back against the kitchen chair,   adjusting her grip on her cup of tea.   “   ⸻   what was it like?   did you meet his family?   ”

@mukagen​,   haru.