What’s Nobara’s Contact Name In Your Muse’s Phone?

kugisaki nobara.⠀⠀웃⠀⠀a glimpse into her instagram.

some to-knows:

maki, fushiguro, and itadori were among the first people she followed from tōkyō jujutsu tech. family members⠀⠀(⠀⠀some of those of her clan residing outside of japan included⠀⠀)⠀⠀and her favorite fashion brands, designers, + celebrities were among her first followings.

someway, somehow, she makes the time to be a brand ambassador for one of her favorite makeup brands.

she's somewhat slow at following people back⠀⠀(⠀⠀if she even chooses to⠀⠀) and extremely selective. between in-class jujutsu lectures, classwork, personal time to herself, and fieldwork on top of that:⠀⠀nobara is extremely in-demand!

whenever she goes live it's usually when she's sightseeing or trying new foods, or visiting her favorite, more popular stores and malls. sometimes, she'll stumble upon the most simplistic nook-and-crannied little spot in tōkyō ( like that one non-descript coffee shop that she's claimed for her own for studying, because she loves their coffee, and it's hers because she says so ).

she has profile reels that have become popular, and that've went viral, of her constructing wara ningyō 「 藁人形, lit. " straw dolls " 」: of her showing step-by-step how they're made. these videos have not only become a hit in her native japan, but outside as well, particularly in the west: her following is accredited to this, largely. before they were ever thought of to be used as a clever device in exorcising curses, before they were ever thought of to be ever-useful proxies by the women in the kugisaki clan, they were apart of her culture. nobara takes immense pride in that.

she has a select, private groupchat on nearly every social media app and instagram is not exempt. members obviously consist of itadori, fushiguro, and herself.

makes it a point to block mai everywhere. it works for the most part, but nobara soon learned she has ample burner accounts one day. luckily, she isn't at all afraid to run blockchains through third-party apps.

HI GUYS! seeing as how i've been gone awhile, muse is back for nobara, and to officially celebrate me being off my long ass hiatus: i'm tossing out a new starter call, that all said, feel free to like this for a starter varying in length and arc! this is capped at 7. multis, feel free to specify muses, tysm!

Im gonna be so real can yall actually talk about ways we can support trans women in the UK instead of giving all the attention to fucking JKR. I already know that Harry Poter sucks, I wanna know how to actually HELP people. Something something you have to love the oppressed more than you hate the oppressor

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cont'd. 웃 @cherrygardn.

maybe she shouldn't have tailed him, she'd thought this over and over before impulse had her mind made up for her, had her rushing inside the veil to face low-level curses provoked out into the open under the guised cover of night. nanami-san was a capable sorcerer, this she knew, and good rationale told kugisaki that he had the higher graded ones covered, but duty still spurred her forward into the fray regardless.

what sort of sorcerer would she be if she just sat on her hands when she was able to do something? wasn't she capable, wasn't she made for this? she wasn't the type to sit back on her hands for a victory she could hardly call her own if it'd been handed to her. she was here to do her part, pull her own weight, even if that weight in the form of rambunctious curses threatened to crush her sometimes. in any case: she was capable, she was made for this.

once she'd made her way to where the older grade 1 stood in the middle of the street by his lonely, solitaire with his back turned to her and weapon in hand, she notes that there is no tension to be seen in his shoulders, no fatigue in his posture.

she hopes in her silence that she doesn't appear to be awestruck, too bright-eyed, because showmanship of jujutsu is nothing new to her. curses being exorcised aren't something she hasn't seen before, much less done. she's sure the curses he exorcised were no match for his technique, but still she hopes she doesn't appear to be too awestruck. besides: she's no itadori, no newbie to this, so she's quick to recover once she reaches his side, hammer clutched and eyes peeled for any more outliers he'd have missed —-

not that he'd have, because nanami-san was made for this, but she was too!

“ do you think it's baiting us? well, consider me baited then! i can handle it, nanami-san! ” girl's temper and her pride in age-old abilities can't help but flare, she'd be sure to show that curse who's boss if only he'd give her the go ahead. “ it's really stupid when you think about it: because for 1) it can't hope to evade us for that long and for 2) not only is it totally outnumbered but it's also probably weak, right? since it isn't attacking us directly, i mean. ”

one thing about me is that I'll never move on, if I said goodbye to you 10 years ago I still miss you today

a curse stake-out with gojo-sensei!⠀웃⠀semi-plotted starter.

ginza, ginza, she was in ginza!  nobara had heard great things about ginza, mainly from magazines acquired from her local konbini back home, and what's more is that now? now she's experiencing first-hand what people find so great about ginza since her move to the city from the boonies of tōhoku.

that doe-eyed, amazed child-to-tween reading through said magazines was now reflected in her eyes as she took in the sights,  reflected in her nose as she took in the smells,  reflected in her ears as she took in the hustle and bustle of the famed shopping district with a penchant for attracting tourists and those native alike, joined only together in the allure that has enchanted them to come in the first place. 

put simply: nobara has found herself in shopping paradise. 

quite frankly, though?  she should be enjoying herself, enjoying the chillness that's seeping into the day as it gradually turns to night, since she's off-duty, after all. she should be decked out for the weather, dressed to the nines, and enjoying herself as teenage girls do! 

she's off-duty, technically, but technically? she's never off-duty.  

so sure, it was an off-day technically, but what's that to a student-sorcerer whose enemies are spawned around the clock: birthed by the negativity found in humanity? where her hands would be holding any number of shopping bags on a night like tonight, they're empty on a saturday night. she can't be too put off, though, it comes with the job. she isn't alone, anyway: her sensei, as eccentric and jovial as he is, is accompanying her on what is a stake-out in the deeper part of the district.

her targets for tonight? a gaggle of upper grade 2s in a residential area: they boast the kind of intellect that makes it easy for them to pick off unsuspecting targets, and what's more is that they'd been in the area for quite some time, coming out of dormancy every now and again to terrorize. it was no wonder why they weren't exorcised sooner, but nobara supposes they'd had been kept alive just for this.

part of her should be annoyed that she isn't shopping, but there's a flounce in her step that's a touch too giddy. she's been practicing on optimizing the maximum damage of hairpin once triggered, the usage of the one binding vow she can't be bothered to properly place the name of right now: she just knows that she's elated to try it out, showcase her ever-budding strength to her sensei —-

because she had been practicing: because that's the point of attending tōkyō jujutsu tech in the first place, you hone your cursed technique against curses, you fight curses with curses. it's a battle of cursing, but it isn't something trivial, in hindsight it isn't something inherently moralistic. it just is, and that's how it's been for a long while: probably how it'll always be.

a job's a job, a cycle's a cycle, a machine's a machine until it's not. until it inevitably breaks down due to rusted old parts that interfere with its functioning, until it has no choice but to replace those old parts with new parts or until it's replaced with something new entirely.

“ since this is cutting into my me time, sensei, you wouldn't mind making sure a couple extra yen gets deposited into my student bank account, right? ”

「   RP MEME :  SPARRING / TRAINING .   」   * change pronouns as needed .

‘ let’s go again. ’

‘ i’m not done yet. ’

‘ you’re focusing too much with your left/right foot. ’

‘ here, try it again. ’

‘ steady your breathing. ’

‘ you’re getting better. ’

‘ you’re getting sloppy. ’

‘ show me what you’ve got. ’

‘ too slow. ’

‘ you’re moving too fast! ’

‘ watch me first. ’

‘ no, hold the gun/staff like this. ’

‘ straighten your posture. ’

‘ am i too stiff? ’

‘ i’m don’t think i’m getting this. ’

‘ it’s six am. it’s time to train. ’

‘ i don’t need your help. ’  

‘ i can train by myself, thanks. ’

‘ i’m just trying to help you. ’

‘ that’s right. let it all out. ’

‘ you’re letting your emotions control you. ’

‘ clear your mind. ’

‘ we’re done for today. ’

‘ good job out there. ’

‘ i think you’re already better than me. ’

‘ no offense. you’re good, but you’ll never be better than me. ’

‘ stretch first, then we’ll get started. ’

‘ wait for my word, then throw the first punch. ’

‘ teach me that move. ’

‘ i want to learn from you. ’

‘ focus! ’

“ keep up, okkotsu-senpai! ”

with a pep in her step, nobara moves with purpose as she flits from store to store, the four smaller bags on her arms filling with more and more things. festivals in the city were much more so than back home. they were much more lively, much more people-filled, much more ambient in atmosphere, much more her speed, and nobara was capitalizing on the benefits of discounts and sales off.

5月7日: it's ōgon shūkan in japan, a temporarily extended time of festive celebration and mirth, and the staffs and student bodies of both jujutsu tech schools are in attendance: in accordance with keeping up their disguises as well-meaning institutions geared towards the religious and academic futures of a select, few kids.

in a highly good mood, nobara doesn't mean to sound bossy if she does? but it's also like, the more load of heavier bags he's carrying aside, okkotsu-senpai is taller than her, so he has no excuse for the slow pace he's moving at. she's shorter than him, she would know.

her patience exists on a spectrum, it begins and ends at slow walking, and her momentum is one that can hardly be interrupted once it begins ... but she pauses in her stride if only to turn around slightly, a hand placed on her hip, demanding that okkotsu pick up his pace with a gesture of her other and a look that says slow walking at her expense isn't his place.

usually itadori and fushiguro would be the ones accompanying her, holding any bags she'd shove off on them, but they're busied doing whatever else right now — itadori had made prior plans to hit up a festival and dragged fushiguro along for the ride, with them all promising to meet up later. either way: those two left her all alone, not that she'd have particularly cared if she didn't require company that entailed heavier lifting than she didn't care to do, leaving her to seek alternate means.

okkotsu was her bag boy for the day, less robust than itadori and less broody than fushiguro, she made her pick work all things considered. they were making good timing, too, hitting a few more stores, before okkotsu tired out. “ kugisaki-san, do you think we could take a break? ” he asks and she relents, just a smidge, leading them to the food court.

in his defense? he was new to this, experiencing her in all of her exuberance, her in her element. kugisaki nobara is the same girl outside of school, free-spirited and lively, and she revels in her youth. unbothered by the toils of classwork and sorcerery, she pours equally into her passions.

a sip of her matcha milk tea with boba, nobara is in a good mood, she's bright-eyed and all smiles, and the fruitful shopping day's haul will stave her off from borrowing gojō-sensei's black card for two to three weeks, at the most.

“ thanks for coming with me, senpai. i know that you might probably have wanted to be more so in the company of maki-san and inumaki senpai — — or even panda, but still: this meant a lot. i couldn't have possibly carried all these bags myself. ”

a starter for @waraningyo!

❥:::  yuta  didn’t  think  he’d  get  dragged  along  for  a  shopping  trip  with  his  kohai.  literally  dragged.  she  didn’t  take  no  for  an  answer.  yuta  doesn’t  mind  too  much  since  he  sees  it  as  a  bonding  experience.  but  for  the  most  part,  he  carries  her  bags  as  they  went  from  store  to  store.  kugisaki  was  really  energetic  and  lively.  just  as  maki  described  her.

 yuta  gave  her  weakened  smile.  ❝  Um…  Kugisaki-san…  do  you  think  we  can  take  a  break?  ❞  yuta  asked. 

the  weight  of  the  bags  makes  it  hard  for  him  to  keep  up  with  her.  the  circle  under  his  eyes  seems  darker  than  usual.  he  almost  look  on  the  verge  of  passing  out.