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( ⋆ . ° ) - #tokageh , private & independent interpretation of megumi fushiguro from gege akutami's manga & animated series jujutsu kaisen. this blog is not spoiler free!

[ ¹ ] CARRD. [ ² ] PROMPTS. [ ³ ] HEADCANONS.

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seizasa

tired of walking on eggshells pretending like i don’t care about shipping when i do actually. sue me but i crave romance and i think it’s fun to write. i WANT to ship my characters. i don’t care if our first interaction is setting the foundation for a plotted ship. the best part is this still doesn’t mean shipping is my main focus but god the purist culture the rp community has developed around shipping and painting it as some moderately taboo thing that you should only ever indulge at a strict minimum is so exhausting. ship with me.

#hmm yah i love ships <3 #out.

Happy bisexual visibility day to whatever the hell these three have going on

#tbd -

hinamie

unconditionally

#WHAT IF THIS WAS MY LAST STRAW!!!!!!!!

jehovahhthickness

#⋆ . ° fushiguro ﹐megumi ❪ ⋆ musings ; ❫#yeah Yeah YEAH

blargberries

hydrangeas 💜💙🩷

#oh so what if i cried!!!!!

how peaceful it is, sitting here in the welcoming shade of the ginko tree stretching far out above him. its trunk offering a sturdy resting place for his back. in between the constant training for the upcoming good will event he has barely found any time to gather his thoughts. if he were to be honest with himself, he has been avoiding the silence. sorcerers die. that is what they are trained to do, fed into the curse-war machine from the moment they set foot into the jujutsu world, but yūji was never meant for that kind of fate. these spiralling thoughts have left megumi afraid to be alone with them. this is why his headphones are firmly placed over his ears, music blasting to silence the demons before they come.

happily tapping away to the beat of the song when he feels a nudge against his leg. headphones are pushed slightly away from his ears. those dark blue eyes are daggers when they open, aimed straight at whoever has decided to interrupt his peace.

they soften when he sees nobara standing over him.

❛ what are you listening to? ❜ @leventar

‟ oh.. ” he clears his throat, shifting his position slightly as though she had caught him slacking off. ‟ i'm listening to one ok rock. ” the song is paused on his phone, before his attention is shifted back to her. a few moments of staring at her before he pats the ground beside him, offering her to join. ‟ i'm sure it's not your kind of music. ”

#emo boy listens to his emo music! the crowd is shocked!#leventar #⋆ . ° interactions ﹐ ❪ ⋆ answered ; ❫

nightprompts

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( various dialogue prompts to send to your worst enemy (affectionate). feel free to change how you seem fit. )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

#maybe i’ve got too many prompts to answer but also maybe shhhhhut up #⋆ . ° interactions ❪ ⋆ inbox ; ❫

monday73

Photo booth

#so THEY'RE in love too !!! so what !!!!!#⋆ . ° kugisaki ﹐nobara ❪ ⋆ dyn. ; ❫

and yūji said i love you? what then 🙂‍↕️

i love you, he says, and megumi's heart does two things simultaneously. it swells. and it breaks. he says i love you, but he only knows those words to be a curse.

he thinks of tsumiki: warm hands, stitching threadbare socks when they became too worn down for him to wear anymore. always adorned with a smile even when megumi spat at her with venom on his tongue. he thinks fondly of the times she would read to him, or question how his day went, or scold him for getting himself into another tussle at school. these memories become clouded, dark, grey, stormy, when he remembers standing vigil at her bedside. he stood, counting the number of beeps between the minutes from all the machines hooked into her. only yesterday she had been chattering away happily at him over breakfast, gossiping about nonsense he had been so flippantly ignoring. he remembers doctors and nurses and their pitying stares. good for nothing. them, and the love in his chest.

he thinks of his mother: or, more to the point, the absence of her in his life. he likes to pretend he can remember her. a sweet scent of patchouli and jasmine. he thinks of all the memories he pretended to make with her. showing off scribbled drawings to an empty room. pretending to hear her praise. a soothing voice to lull him back to sleep as his small body cradled against her chest. he thinks of all the love he tried to fill into that mother-shaped hole, but it was insatiable. no matter how much he poured into it, the bottom never came. what was left behind was the heart of a boy, battered and bruised and never quite the same again.

he thinks of gojo, and shoko, and kugisaki. he thinks of all their unconditional love.

and now, he looks at yūji. sweet yūji. the boy who eats curses. who threw himself into harm's way again, and again, and again, for the love that fills and overflows out of him for all the people he cares about. his strength shone like the sun the very first day they met, and cut through the smoky haze that had settled over megumi's life. he thought he had lost it, when it had been washed away in the fallen rain with yūji's blood outside the eishu detention centre. megumi had mourned him, over and over, every night into his pillow with tear-soaked cheeks. he thought it had happened again. that love had once again been cursed by his existence. that another good person had died because they placed that love into him.

but he's still here. flesh and blood and bones. a heart still in his chest that is bravely offered for megumi to take.

‟ itadori --- ” megumi catches himself. they are well past the need for such formalities. he can feel his pulse slamming against the base of his throat, hummingbird wings catching in his throat. he thinks being dragged to movie theatres, of sharing cold drinks on hot summer days between training. he thinks of nights spent, whispering to each other secrets they wouldn't tell anyone else. he thinks of everything he wants to share in this life with him. it is a careful hand that reaches out and places itself on the space between yūji's ribs. a place that had been torn asunder, a place megumi will never forget. ‟ yūji ... ”

between the words there is the sharp knife of a plea. don't leave me again. promise me this doesn't mean you're going to die.

‟ i love you, too. ”

#what happens? i cry that's what happens #ilfateds #⋆ . ° interactions ﹐ ❪ ⋆ answered ; ❫

they both reached for the gun edit but it's sukuna and yuuji and megumi is the gun when?

#WHEN #tbd -