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psychewritesbs · 7 months

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Culling Game arc re-read.

Chapter 160: Colony: Alam al-Mithal + Yes please handle Kashimo + Gege reminding us Sukuna is up to no good (and we weren't listening) + cranky Megumi + failed expectations meet existentialism

Inspired by @blog-of-hubris' idea, I'm doing a re-read of the Culling Game arc. I think I'm both looking for clues, foreshadowing, a deeper understanding, but mostly I'm curious about how my expectations held up against what actually took place.

Warning for spoilers up to chapter 200+ under the cut.

Alam al-Mithal

So I, of course, start with the obvious: majinai, the cursed realm that exists between dream and reality.

I guess that when the term was first introduced, I didn't think of Alam al-Mithal, which is the "realm" of images and imagination that exists outside of space-time as we know it.

I hadn't thought of it before, but it's interesting that Gege is introducing the audience to the Culling Game colonies by means of majinai.

(Source)

Given everything we see inside the colonies is one hell of an Existential Fest, I'm wondering about the relationship between majinai, the purpose of the barriers in the colonies, and the whole cursed energy and forcing Tengen to evolve plot line... something like that.

Maybe I should've started my re-read with Tengen's exposition dump on the culling game but I wasn't feeling it.

Anyone want to speculate about this or provide more context?

Anyways... Alam al-Mithal is an Islamic concept that I find fascinating and beyond comprehension at the moment. But exploring this little rabbit hole made me realize that we are basically witnessing Gege writing about universal truths.

While majinai is a Japanese concept, the fact that something similar exists in Islamic philosophy is the stuff of braingasms and exactly the whole point of Jung's theory of the Collective Unconscious.

All of this to say: I'm still wondering if Gege is going to do more with majinai. Like, does it have a bigger role to play or did he just name drop because he thought it was a cool concept to use? I'm hoping for the latter 💀.

By the way... these spreads?

Beautiful work. Just beautiful.

Yes please! Handle Kashimo!

Still my favorite battle in the CG.

Gege reminding us Sukuna is up to no good (and we weren't listening)

🤡.

In retrospect... who was being self-centered after all?

Cranky Megumi

Anyways, I've always loved how mean Megumi can be and how that's one of his love languages. I also like to think he was never going to come out and straight out say it, but I get the sense Megumi needed and wanted Yuji at his side inside the colony.

Thing is... as the deadline for Tsumiki's participation in the Culling Game approaches, you can see Megumi growing increasingly anxious.

Which is a lot to say for a character like him who wears a poker face at all times.

Failed expectations meet existentialism

Here we go!

Given the Shibuya incident, I remember totally expecting a blood bath out of the Culling Game. Most ESPECIALLY given the ominous aura created by the characters.

Little did we know we were in for an existential treat, and I have to say I like what became of the CG arc better than my expectations for it.

#god I love jujutsu kaisen #jjk ch 160

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theauthor27 · 6 months

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You ever just see one of the posts from the pretty colors account and just in your head go, "Ooooooooh yeah", like, you moan in your head, the color gives you a fucking braingasm.

#look at me. look at me. I am the op now

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sapphirecobalt-1 · 1 year

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okay but the more i listen to metal music the more i get why Eddie loves it so much (and the more convinced he has adhd/some flavor of neurodivergent i become) cause holy shit where has this music been all my life, jesus fucking chsrit

like, i have an actual list of metal/hard rock songs that i swear release all kinds of feel-good chemicals in my brain every time i listen to them, even if it’s just a little, and it makes all the fucking difference

seriously, something about the drums and guitar (and, to a lesser extend, the other instruments) in certain songs give me an actual braingasm, y’know?

a beautiful genre, truly

#eddie munson #adhd #neurodivergent #adhd eddie munson #metal #hard rock #music #rock #yeah

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k-indie · 2 years

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Have A Nice Trip

The walls were shifting lightly, a gentle floating that somehow soothed your mind contrasting with the other sensations that took over you. Chiyo's soft features coming into view from your spot on his kitchen counter. He leaned over you slightly, hands gripping the sides of the counter as he watched you closely. "Feeling good, (Name)?"

You nodded half-heartedly as you admired his features in a new light. He was almost ethereal and you loved how the colors bouncing off of him made him look that much more beautiful. He smirked at your wandering eyes and he gripped your hip in one hand, mumbling something about you being so soft before his other hand found purchase on your hips, kneading them gently between his fingers and palms. He loved how you felt and the look you gave him just then. He bit his lip and a soft moan left the back of his throat, eyes trained back on your face before he lifted you off the counter and carried you into his rooms, the flashing of colors and patterns on the walls and floors making you gasp at the newfound views and the way the floor seemed to ripple softly like it was a fluid of some sort.

His room had been set for the theme of the night, different colors on the ceiling from the starry night lights he turned on, a couple of candles burning on his dresser, and the blankets on his bed neatly placed over the sheets, each with a different and colorful design.

The walls had a gentle hue of rainbow bars surrounding each line of the wall, and as you traveled further down the rabbit hole of your acid trip, you found your eyes picking up on letters and numbers floating on the walls and some even popping out as if to grab your attention.

You giggled a lot, sighed a lot, and made Haruchiyo fawn over the way your attention jumped from object to object, the way your chest heaved upward with every new surprise the trip offered you.

He knew you were getting closer to your peak and couldn't wait to pounce on you once it was over. He had been trying to get you to try the drug for a while now, ever since he tried it himself, he had been ranting and raving about it to you in a way that made it seem like it was actually cool, but our resident junky was a pill popper, so you were a bit wary due to the side effects of most drugs and the fact that Haruchiyo wasn't always having fun on the drugs.

He was surprised when you caved in earlier that night, telling him you'd cleared your schedule to trip with him. And, geez, was he psyched.

He watched your lips part as you looked at his ceiling, the art on it waving slightly, colors adorning it and starting to run together in a river. You were starting to feel even better than when the trip first started and you felt your brain starting to spasm in a way you could only comprehend as a mental orgasm--a braingasm, perhaps.

He watched you lay back on his bed, squinted eyes swirling around the room and your hand coming up to your chest, and then you looked down at your shirt and the art on it, it was a Rick and Morty fanart shirt and they started to peal off the fabric and shift into each other and other new things. You looked over at your friend, smiling slightly at him with hazy eyes, "Can you see this?"

Your finger propped up lazily, pointing at nothing and he shook his head, "I can't see what you're seeing, chickadee. I didn't drop acid this time."

"Ah, why? It feels so goooodd~" You leaned back again with outstretched arms, feeling the soft sensation of Chiyo's blanket on your back and arms. It felt like the hairs of the blanket were hugging you and you stopped moving to feel it, but the satisfying feeling of the vibrations raising from the movement made you want the feeling again, so you moved your arms up and down again.

Your giggling was music to Chiyo's ears and he couldn't wait until the last couple of hours of your trip.

Glancing at the clock, he sighed to himself lowly so you wouldn't hear him and he propped himself on top of you, eyes looking lustfully and hungrily at you, but you were too high and too blissful to notice the look he was giving you. "I want to try something."

You smiled and nodded your head eagerly at him, "Okay, cool. What is it?"

His fingers traced up the side of your body, eliciting a small "ooh" from you at the sensation, your smiling expression dropping as his fingertips danced along your skin under your shirt. He pulled it off of you, lifting you up in the process and sitting you on his lap with his back against the wall and you facing him.

"Do you mind if I add to your trip?"

You shivered slightly at the cool air but it was a nice contrast to the sensations you were feeling and you hummed seductively as you recognized the braingasm popping in again, "Yeah, that's f-fine."

Your eyes drooped a little lower when his fingers ghosted over your chest, pinching the fabric of your bra and slowly pulling it down. When he watched your nipples harden at the temperature of the room, he was slow to lick your left bud, lightly nipping at the center of your pert nipple and fiddling with the other lightly, "What do you feel right now, princess?"

You moaned lightly at the feeling of your body and mind merging sensations as your head swarmed with patterns flowing on the slight maneuver of the walls, colors bleeding together, and body unconsciously swirling against Chiyo's. "I feel... I feel like I'm gonna cum like this, Chiyo~"

"Mm, good, good. What else? What do you see?"

He was moving on to the next nipple now, biting the areola this time and harsher, enjoying the little yelp you gave, a sign of your pleasure slipping out again. "The walls are moving... I see a lot of colors merging into each other," looking down now, "I see you... so pretty," you mumbled the last part as your gaze fell on his blue eyes, pink hair, and pink lips latching onto your nipple. And you couldn't look away from him, the sight too rare as he squinted slightly at you, lazily letting his tongue roll out over your bud. You swallowed thickly, moving one of your hands to back of his head and pulling him off your breast, lips finding his quickly.

"Mm, hold on, princess. I'm not done yet. I'll give you all the kisses you want later. Let me guide you."

He was so gentle with you, so kind, and so focused on what he wanted to make you feel right now. It was a major contrast to his usual brutish actions towards you; his teasing and annoying shoves he inflicted on you when he was on other drugs, his occasional bitchiness when he was crashing down from an extremely euphoric high. He was a wild card and you wondered how in the hell he was capable of holding onto this gentleness he flaunted at this moment.

He laid you on your back, fingers trailing from your naked chest and down your stomach lightly, making your stomach flex slightly at the ticklish feeling that made you giggle and moan, eyes watching his fingers drag down your flesh to the fabric of your jeans, black threaded with a butterfly on the hip. He smirked at them before pulling them off you slowly, watching you for any signs of resistance.

And when he didn't find any, he tossed them to the side followed by your panties, blue thongs that matched his eyes instead of your black bra.

Now that he thought about it, your shirt was blue, you bra was black, your panties were blue, and your jeans were black, save for the butterfly. Did you plan this? Were you wearing these colors because they matched his eyes and complimented his skin? Did you let him drug you up for the purpose of getting him to be gentle with you? Did you know he'd be this gentle with you if you were high or was a gamble you made with yourself and the fates?

He didn't care at this point. He just wanted to taste you, your pearl glistening in the light of his room, the arousal dripping down your thighs and he grew impatient, he couldn't take his time now seeing you naked an vulnerable for him like this.

He flattened his tongue against your pussy, feeling your clit pressing against it and he wiggled it slightly before slurping a long, wet lick up your slit before letting the tip of his tongue linger on your clit, gently wiggling his tongue before sucking the bud into his mouth.

You sighed with glee, the feeling of your mind and body amalgamated into a pleasure-filled unity. You looked down at Chiyo's smiling face between your legs, his finger rubbing a small circle into your slit, tongue swirling around your clit and you mindlessly rotated your hips in agreement with his ministrations.

He hummed against your folds, sucking and biting them lightly as his finger pushed into you, twirling against you slowly before turning upwards and pressing harshly against that spot he loved to abuse on the occasional weekends that you would let him find comfort inside of your tight heat.

Perhaps, he wanted to repay you for all those times with sensations no one could give you except him. And when he sucked harshly on your clit while roughly shoving in another finger and attacking your g-spot ferociously, your back arched upwards as your fingers dug into the sheets and your moans stuttering out of your throat. "Ahh, Ch-Chiyo~"

"You wanna cum for me, princess?"

He spelled his name on your clit quickly, repeatedly, to get it through that bundle of nerves that it belongs to him. His tongue tapping against your puffy bud and fingers turning downward to press at the other pleasure spot inside of you. "Yeahh.... yes, daddy, I wanna cum for you... I wanna squirt for you, Chiyo~"

You let your back touch the bed again, looking down at him with lust-filled eyes and the feeling of the acid slowly came down, the visuals and sensations lowering but still enough to be seen if you focused enough on the wall in front of you.

"Good girl, cum on my tongue, pretty."

One hand rose up to pull at your nipple while his tongue dove deep into your cunt, swirling around quickly as he used his nose to stimulate your cunt, his fingers still pressing into your slit. Your moans rose octaves as you jerked against him, hips stuttering against his face when your orgasm cascaded onto his tongue and fingers.

He didn't stop there, though. He fully planned on fucking the lasting effects of the acid right out of you and he wanted to hear those soft gasps of glee, feel your body lurch forward against his, your body twitching with every soft thrust he was going to give you. And he hoped you'd be ready for him then.

I'll make a part two, I'm lazy rn.

#sanzu haruchiyo smut #tw #tokyo revengers smut #haruchiyo x reader smut #sanzu x reader smut #haruchiyo sanzu

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drkoestersmithrpg · 2 years

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Whe I FIRST had this braingasm, I didn’t hit you up for any moodbaords because you were already working on one for me.... guestmaster, maybe??

THEN when I REMEMBERED this idea you were working on Threeway.

BUT SINCE YOU ASKED... how about you read this. Completely 100% inspired by starker sorbet - who described witch peter and witch tony sharing a familiar, which was, like, a kitten or something.

THIS IS WHAT MY BRAIN PRODUCED:

(This is what I sent Starker Sorbet)

OKAY OKAY OKAY now my brain is FULL. I *love* *lovelovelove* the idea of Peter and Tony sharing ONE familiar. But. As you might remember from The Thing That Lives Under The Bed, in my stories, witches and their familiars are VERY intimate. So... NOW I'm obsessed with the idea of Peter and Tony (VERY in love and newly married, but still a little possessive, a little insecure about the other) discovering an orphaned familar, wild and wounded and feral, and attempting to adopt it. Even though BOTH of them are a little anxious about the arrangement. It's all good and well to have a little black cat snuggled up in your lap... ...but at night? When your familiar takes a human form, and that human looks like Bucky Barns??? There is some jealousy. There are some hurt feelings. Until they realize... their familiar just wants to be shared... [BTW that is not a request - unless you want it to be - I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW what your moodboard inspired in my head!!]

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are-we-really-doing-this · 1 year

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The sickly braingasms I am having at the thought of Cult of Personality blaring through a stadium full of 80-some-odd-thousand drunk Europeans.

#I can’t go on like this #there is an empty void in my soul #come back to us #and do it big #aew lb #aew dynamite #cm punk

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renren-writes · 11 months

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bad at math gives me braingasm… the reader who reads another reader’s story of reading a story falling in love with that same reader lmaooo

the layers!!!! i love the silly little layers it has!!!

#ren speaks #thank you anon!!!

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filmreviewbyky · 1 year

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Hi everyone!

Last night I decided that I was going to start something new.

Recently I’ve been going through a rough time… I never thought I could be so vulnerable to trauma dump on the internet to strangers but then I realized, it’s strangers. The possible hateful responses quite literally don’t matter, the positive… a blessing.

My whole life I’ve struggled with mental illness. Trigger warning, I’ve been abused in family, romantic and platonic relationships.. my. entire. life. I’ve struggled with alcohol, I’ve struggled with substances. I’m currently struggling with an extreme eating disorder. I’ve been in and out of the hospital for years. I’ve been homeless, I’ve couch surfed, I’ve bounced around families homes. I’ve been diagnosed with bpd and bipolar 2. It’s been a crazy ride.

I’m supposed to be journaling my feelings every day but I’m not ready to do that, instead I want to blog.

I want to blog about something that I love, something that can take my mind off of everything and help me do something I can feel good about. Help me create. So, last night, I decided I was going to do something new. (For me!)

I’m an avid lover of movies and television. I’m obsessed with found footage horror at the moment fyi. I was watching my current obsession, The River (2012) by Oren Peli, a found footage horror tv show!! I quite literally had my brain explode when I found out about it on a Reddit thread. I mean?? What found footage horror connoisseur couldn’t braingasm when they find out the creator of the OG Paranormal Activity had a whole season of a tv show???? And then find out not only does Jason Blum co produce it but the one and only miss Katie is also casted !!!!?!!? I could go on and on and on lol.

Anyways, did I mention I have horrific ADHD? Back to what I was originally talking about, I was watching The River (2012) and there was a scene where a character says something along the lines of; “Find what you love to do, and find someone that will pay you to do it.” It resonated with me so much and triggered this little reaction that was like, cue the water works! You’re stuck right now, you have a feeling you have no purpose, you hate your life but you can change that. You can do something you love and change these feelings even if it’s only for a moment, even if it’s only while you’re doing this thing. It doesn’t have to fix your life and it doesn’t have to pay you anything other than momentary gratification.

And the thing I love doing is sitting down and watching an entertaining movie or show. It doesn’t have to be good, it doesn’t have to be great I still love every second of it. I’ll even write lists in my notes of movies I want to watch, the genre, the year and then every time I complete one I’ll mark it off, rate it and write a little note about whether I liked it or not, usually followed by what made it good, what made it bad and so on. So why not do it here? Why not do something I love even if no one is reading or listening or paying attention. If I love to do it and it can help me feel better I should just do.

So if you’re reading this and you too love movies and television, you love finding your next fix, you’re welcome to keep up with whatever meaningless bs I spout.

I promise I’ll try and keep it regular and possibly worth the read.

Xoxo Ky

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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fanfic writer ask... 40, 38, 29, 21, 5 😁

You spoil me.

Question List here ❤️

40: what area of writing to you want to improve in?

Dialogue, always. Brevity (or as someone put it, "economy of words") - however I'll be real with you, I'm always gonna love a long sentence and a technically unnecessary detail for kicks. Soz. 🤷‍♀️

38. What story of mine am I surprised people liked as much as they did?

Currently, Needs and Role Play.

Needs was a braingasm inspired by @lokischambermaid when I had a bit of a block. Omo is kinda niche but I'm glad so many readers have loved it for lots of different reasons 😆

Role Play needed to happen. One, I just loved the idea. Two, I used to be a voracious reader of Aragorn/Legolas slash so it kind of pays homage to that (vial of oil, anyone?) while staying true to Loki and Fem Y/N.

I certainly wasn't expecting it to get as many enthusiastic responses as it has, and that makes me very very happyyy

But I'll be real it still blows my mind anyone actively reads my fics 😂

29. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most?

Mmmmm...I kind of get the initial idea and then just sit down and see where it takes me. I really enjoy writing, I find it fun and relaxing and stimulating. It's like a movie in my head that I control.

I do also enjoy editing and playing around with sections to make it just right (for me anyway.) there's always that moment where I'm like... Yep. Usually involving italicising that one perfect word of Loki's 😂

21. Is there an idea you've always wanted to write but haven't yet?

Role Play was probably the closest. I'd like to write something full on angsty like @michelleleewise and @lady-rose-moon but have some issues with that, mainly making myself sad. I don't wanna be sad 😆

Threesome maybe? But it needs to be RIGHT.

The idea I've "always wanted to write" always seems to be the one that comes into my head during a work meeting honestly. So you have em all.

5. Do you listen to music while writing?

Sometimes I have a movie on (usually Marvel. Eg. I've kept Captain America films handy for inspo recently for Schooling Steve. It helps me to have their voices in my vicinity) but I do listen to a lot of Chase Atlantic while I'm writing. It's a vibe. Or I have my trusty Loki smut playlist.

Thank you for asking and for giving me respite from my nightmare clientttt xxx👇

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