Coming out as an a/b/o fiend to say i have this headcannon that maybe curses in jjk have abo-ish tendencies.
Mentions of scenting and scent marking.
(i apologize if i jump from past to present tense im doing my best and time means nothing to me). The PoV might switch around bc idk what im doing.
Anyways i hope you like it idk if itâs any good this was more of a self-indulgent thing that got carried away.
part 2
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Choso had acclimated to his human vessel while among other curses. But imagine him after everything, post Shibuya Incident letâs pretend the tragedy wasnât as tragic for sanityâs sake, his world is turned upside down and his loyalty now to his newly discovered brother Yuuji.
And as a consequence to this new familial connection, came an involvement in the jujutsu world, and by proxy, the human world.
Everything was different once again, humans didnât seem to pay much mind to the small things like changes in scent, or how much of their own scent they left behind. Not that humans projected much of a scent to begin with. Stress sweat, hormone fluctuations, blood, the odd moment of arousal heâd rarely catch; none of the nuance and depth he was used to.
While an adjustment, if it meant he would be allowed to see his brother, then the half-curse would take it all in stride. He didnât care to fraternize with most of the humans around anyways. Choso thinks they probably donât want much to do with him either, only kept around because heâs too dangerous to just be let go. He assumes his blood connection to one of their students makes getting rid of him⌠complicated. As it stood, Choso could count on one hand how many sorcerers were willing to come into close proximity with him.
And then thereâs you.
A well-ranked, well-respected Jujutsu sorcerer to whom heâd been handed over like a possession to be traded off. The higher ups were displeased with the idea of Choso keeping permanent residency at the school, and of course theyâd take the opportunity to stress that the half-curse âcould not be trusted without supervisionâ.
Your technique gave the elders reassurance you could hold your own if you needed to defend yourself against Chosoâs Blood Manipulation. So without much more thought or consideration, not even towards you, he was sent off to live with you indefinitely.
Itâs clear you werenât considered in the decision, youâre not even prepared to provide space for another human-ish being. You live in a one bedroom apartment- not uncomfortable by any means, but clearly not meant to be shared by two essential strangers.
Itâs an adjustment for the both of you, this very odd new living arrangement. But Choso can see, beneath the tense shoulders and clipped attempts at conversation, that you really are trying to make the half-curse feel comfortable in your home. His new home, which is an odd thought but nonetheless true until further notice.
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âWhere are we going today?â A low voice, coming from the kitchen doorway, startles you from your morning routine of staring straight the wall while you drink your coffee.
âHm?â
âYou have a mission today, yes? Where?â Straight to the point, as always. The half-curse âneedsâ to be under constant supervision, which means your missions are his missions. Wherever you go he follows, for the most part. It had become quite common to see you roaming the halls of Jujustu Tech, with a second shadow marching diligently behind you. Unnerving for most of the sorcerers around, but you had already grown accustomed to the second set of footsteps. Even if out of necessity, the tense atmosphere had finally begun to fade after a month or two, just slightly.
His unwavering stare, while not looking surprised at your wandering mind, still serves to remind you heâd asked a question.
âAh-â You clear your throat. âActually iâm pretty sure Yuuji is stopping by with Gojo. Youâre with them today, that sounds nice, right?â
Choso does enjoy the prospect of spending the day with his brother. Only getting to see the teen when lucky enough to run into him at the school, or on the odd occasion when your mission for the day is to sub in as a teacher for Yuuji and his classmates. So to be allowed an entire day with his brother? He should be ecstatic.
But something in the back of his mind wonât let him bask in that small luxury heâs been given.
An itch that wasnât there before.
After a prolonged amount of time in your now-shared apartment, Choso began allowing more and more of his scent to linger around the space. Marking things; leaving his trace in the couch cushions he sleeps on most nights, hand towels in the kitchen, and most heavily around the doorway.
All of it serving little purpose aside from bringing the half-curse comfort, humans lacking the senses to detect his attempts of claiming his space. But it helps the raven haired man to feel he belongs in the place he was forced into. He doesnât even think youâre aware heâs doing it, doesnât know if humans even know itâs a thing.
Which brings him to his current dilemma. Heâs not sure when itâs happened, hasnât been allowed to be apart from you long enough to notice. And now, faced with reality of you going off on a mission without him; itâs the only thing he can think of.
He hasnât scented you.
Choso canât pinpoint why it matters, but the thought of leaving without covering you in his scent has his chest tightening and his hands threatening to shake. Heâs always respectful of you and your belongings, not wanting to be bold enough to mark things that arenât his.
Up until now it hadnât been significant, heâs always in close proximity; his scent always nearby, even if not on you. And maybe thatâs why he hadnât noticed before; the shift in perspective. The need to have you smelling like him, a warning sign to the outside world. Heâs not sure what heâs trying to warn against just yet. But itâs an urge stronger than breathing, and heâs sure heâll die if you walk out that door without a hint of him on you.
Like a gift from the universe, his spiraling thoughts are interrupted by a soft, still tired voice.
âNot to be rude or anything but..â You hesitate, biting your lip and Choso tracks the movement with keen eyes, barely noticing the way your hands come up to gesture towards your own head. âYour hair, did you- are you planning on going like that? itâs just theyâre a little⌠unevenâ Your voice trails off.
Truthfully, Choso had simply not let down his hair from the day before in the hopes it would still be acceptable today. Though the strands he feels sticking out from each pigtail inform him he was not successful. But the dark-haired man feels something, maybe a little shameful crawl up his spine at the opportunity presented.
âYes, i suppose i havenât had much practice.â He admits bashfully- not a lie but not entirely truthful. Heâs grown adept at schooling his own hair into its signature style. He hopes you donât notice this fact, along with the heat beginning to flush his ears.
âI was hoping i could ask for your assistance?â He tries, his monotone voice carrying an air of hesitation thatâs hard to ignore.
âOh! Of course, yeah i can do that!â You jump, seeming eager to help. Always willing to help him navigate the intricacies of the human world. Always willing to explain anything, from the smallest social nuance to important customs he wasnât completely aware of; eyes full of kindness instead of contempt.
He never really stood a chance, he realizes.
âcâmon, i need you to sit over on the couch if you want me to reachâ You add while walking past him to exit the kitchen, a hand reaching up to lightly nudge his shoulder in direction of the living room.
Choso takes a moment to swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth before he trails behind you, as he always does.
This time thankful that you canât smell the way his scent begins to roll of him in waves, practically smothering the entire apartment. Notes of it growing warm and heady, even if just to himself. Meant to be alluring, enticing; now it serves to remind Choso of his impropriety as he stalks closer and closer.
To any curse in the nearby vicinity it would be a statement, clear and undeniable.
the fact that generative A.I. has created a completely new fundamental doubt in reality (checking to see if an artwork we see is manmade or not) and doubt in the instinct of enjoying art is unforgivable. its sickeningly tragic, and i mean it. NOTHING is worth this price and i hope that everyone will one day realize this.
Millions of Years of Immutable Evolutionary Law:Â âCats shall have litters of many offspring at one time. Some will be weak or stricken with disease--they will perish to allow the stronger siblings to escape, and to satiate other predators in order to reduce competition and encourage the existence of more capable adults.â
I do think how you react to 6 7 is a good litmus test over whether you'll be a cranky old person who will continue the stupid cycle of "kids these days". but also we do need to be educating the youth about history and how the two numbers have been in a fear based relationship because 7 8 9
Oh!đ¤¨So when you see k*lling in fiction you feel like k*lling in real life. When you see abuse in fiction, you feel like abusing in real life. When you see guns in fiction, you want to get a gun in real life. When you see pseudocest/inc*st in fiction, you want to f*ck your sibling(s) in real life. When you see assault in fiction, you feel life assaulting someone in real life. When you see a villian doing heinous acts in fiction, you want to commit crimes in real life. When you see any sort of violence in fiction, you want violence in real life too . When you see a character be an assh*ole in fiction, you feel like being an assh*ole in real life. Youâre a very weird person if you feel like fiction will affect who you are in real life.
Now if youâre a hard believer of âfiction affects realityâ and want everything in fiction to be moral, then I can assume that, one, you are a minor and canât consume media in a safe manner so you shouldnât even be in these spaces or two, youâre a mentally unwell person who should see a psychiatrist/Phycologist.
Or the secret 3rd option: You have a very smooth brain with no common sense and a superiority complex.
I honestly think its the opposite: âreality affects fictionâ. For example if violence wasnât a concept in real life and all we ever knew was peace how in the world could we write about something that weâve never seen or heard of or experienced. All media takes elements from real life(whether big or small)even if the stuff written is scifi/fantasy/etc.
Btw IT IS COMPLETELY OKAY to not be comfortable with certain things in fiction but it is NOT your job to be policing people on what they should or should not be consuming in fiction. You should also stop coming up with dumb arguments to get people to agree with you. Just say you donât like something and move on you donât have to belittle or be rude to people who like the stuff you donât.
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