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psychewritesbs · 9 months

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Been reading your opinions on the boy of all time megumi and can I just say firstly, thank you for being so good w words BC man you get his character so well and you're so good at getting into all the little details abt him that I can never properly describe to ppl, Like, the whole breaks the trope while following the trope thing?? YOU GOT THAT ALL SO CORRECT THATS EXACTLY IT IT'S ONE OF THE REASONS I LOVE HIS CHARACTER SM BC EVEN JUST RIGHT OFF THE BAT HE BREAKS THE USUAL STOIC BROODING CHARACTER TROPE(THE trope) BY ACTUALLY CONSTANTLY SHOWING although subtly THAT HE DOESNT HATE EVERYONE?? im getting way off track already i actually popped in here to just ask abt how you think the whole sukuna possessing megumi thing will all turn out?? I honestly feel like slapping myself for not seeing it coming tbh like they talked about the head of the six eyes and ten shadows battling it out to the death before and sukuna kept on hyping up megumi like they were so obviously setting that up there and I just. Denied. But I'm just asking BC personally I think that it would really show the final steps of growth for megumi's character if he is actually able to surprise sukuna, even for a little, and come back from the depths of where ever tf he is rn bc yk his whole issue w/ self worth and what he believes he's capable of and I just wanted to know what you think the best outcome for his character would be? Sorry this is such a mess I just have so many thoughts zooming around my brain and I'm trying to...make them make sense...

ITS THE MEGUMI LOVE!!!! Yessssss. Thank you for sending me Megumi love! I love getting Megumi love 🫶🏼.

Man, Megumi is just such a good character. Truly one of Gege's best. Everything he's done with him from how his character is based on the trope while also subverting the trope, to his backstory and his growth arc and how it's been executed... It's poetic justice.

I love Megumi so much, and any time I see someone hate on Megumi for really shallow or toxic reasons I just lose all faith in humanity. It's one thing to not care for him as a character and quite another to dislike him for being a "disappointing deuteragonist" because he's "weak", "hasn't had character development", and "did not master 10 Shadows"..................................................

Bruh...

ANYWAYS 😂 you see... this is the thing... I am trying really hard not to speculate about what might happen regarding Sukuna WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY I'M GOING TO SPECULATE BECAUSE I LOVE SUKUNA BUT FUCK SUKUNA!

ehem. More of me not being normal about Megumi under the cut.

Ok in all seriousness... with chapter 230 and how Sukuna forced Megumi to take the brunt hit of Unlimited Void, something shifted in me.

For some time I've been reluctant to make any predictions about Megumi coming out alive because I don't want to have preconceived expectations coloring my weekly reading experience, but mostly because, like Megumi, I have a tendency to bunt instead of swinging for the fence so as to not experience disappointment. Read this to mean I don't want to get my hopes up about Megumi surviving.

That is not to mention that I took Sukuna possessing Megumi's body personal. idk, something about seeing Megumi lose his agency felt both so wrong and yet so right on a metaphorical level. Wrong because DAMN YOU SUKUNA GO BACK TO YOUR BODY! and right because... as you said, Megumi had it coming both from a narrative and psychological perspective.

From then on, we just saw him sink deeper and deeper into learned helplessness and despair, culminating on this beautiful image of him in the fetal position.

Truly a reversal of ego back into the metaphorical mother (the unconscious) as though he was in the birth canal waiting for rebirth. And come to think of it, in the Japanese fandom, one of the more popular theories revolved around "birth" or something like that.

So with ch. 230, my hope for Megumi is renewed somehow. A lot of people think he's done for, especially after UV. But I'm on camp #this is going to backfire badly on both Gojo and Sukuna... or at least I hope it does.

So....

I'm just asking BC personally I think that it would really show the final steps of growth for megumi's character if he is actually able to surprise sukuna, even for a little

EXACTLY! And see, this is the thing, I don't want to see Megumi be saved by anyone other than himself. If Megumi is saved by others, then he didn't learn his lesson.

Basically, Megumi has taken Tsumiki's place as the Sleeping Beauty that is in need of rescuing. He's become a passive agent in his own life, which is exactly what gave Sukuna an opening.

If Gojo or Yuji, or anyone for that matter, comes in and saves Megumi without Megumi putting up a fight, then this whole growth process is metaphorically and literally aborted.

Like you, I personally think that this period could be a metaphorical gestational period for Megumi and I wonder if he's going to reach a tipping point where the anger he feels is stronger than the learned helplessness or something like that.

I just wanted to know what you think the best outcome for his character would be?

ALL THAT TO SAY THAT YES. Sukuna might be my other fave, but I am looking forward to either Megumi giving him a hard time or straight up beating the crap out of him.

Megumi has earned that privilege.

Right now, I am wondering how UV has affected Megumi's brain and what that will mean for his behavior. My hc is that his negative self-image is partly due to "reason". In other words, reason = his sense of self as the story he tells himself about himself.

But Megumi levels up because of imagination. Now that he's been hit by UV (I understand it's been 5 times?), how has being flooded with infinity affected the left (reason or logic, analytical) hemisphere of his brain?

Another idea I've been keeping quiet about is that part of the rebirth process involves moving through hell and up into heaven (a la Dante's Divine Comedy as a metaphor for a process of initiation or enlightenment). Megumi right now is sinking in hell as he comes face to face with inner evil.

So can we expect him to come back up? Will Beatrice make a cameo? I'm looking forward to whatever the cursed cat is cooking.

I just have so many thoughts zooming around my brain and I'm trying to...make them make sense...

ahaha, same tho.

Hey thanks again for the Megumi love, the kind comments, and for stopping by! Here's to hoping Gege does bring our boy back 🙌.

#god i love jujutsu kaisen #ask the mental gymnastics anime girl

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anthrofreshtodeath · 1 year

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tattoo parlor or celebrity! also bones crossover 👀 I just started season 6 on my rewatch- oh my slow burn

I want to do the Bones crossover so badly but have self-doubt about doing it justice. It'll come eventually.

Also this is a You Only Live Twice snippet disguised as a celebrity AU so whoops. At least Jane and Frankie are celebrities in that universe😂

Frankie Rizzoli, Jr. stood next to the green lined cages with a bat in his hands, even though he hadn’t taken any swings since high school. He had been a notoriously bad hitter - do you have to stink it up so bad?, his sister would complain - so bad that even as he watched now, he got that familiar slither of nerve sweats down his back.

That could have been the Arizona heat, however. It was persnickety in the spring, wavering between chilly in the midmorning and oppressive in the afternoon. Afternoon approached now, the sound of maple against leather- pop pop pop - its clarion call.

Bats on balls always ushered in the start of spring.

Frankie routinely spent his times in between warmups and bullpen sessions watching Mariners hitters so that he could reacquaint himself with the sight of a batter. None stood in the box across from him until the second week of Spring Training, but he needed longer than that to pump competition into his veins. Their objective? See ball, hit ball. His? Throw ball, miss bat. Thus, the reconnaissance behind enemy lines.

The cages had hit that cacophonous sort of rhythm, if it could be explained that way - the interplay between the whir of pitching machines, batted balls, and hits striking the aluminum fencing - sputtered to background noise when about ten Mariners dropped their work for a commotion at the front entrance.

Frankie couldn’t make out what they gathered around, and he squinted when he walked over there because the opening to the cage area faced the sun. At first, he saw white. Then, the mesas of the Arizona desert came into view until they bled into close-by hills and the light towers of Peoria Sports Complex. His eyes adjusted to the sun and when they did, his sister appeared, surrounded by a gaggle of grown men.

Jane Rizzoli wore the Angels’ Spring Training uniform, the red button up jersey with the A emblazoned over her left breast, tucked into white pants with a red pinstripe. She had Frankie’s most recent New Balance turf shoe on, too, but none of that enticed the Mariners saying hello.

No, Aria, the two-and-a-half year-old with the brown-blonde hair up in a bun atop her head enticed them. She wore a small jersey with her own surname on it, Rizzoli with the number 10, and except for the color, it matched Frankie’s teal one. She looked like she had just woken up from a nap by the way Jane carried her on a hip and the way her glossy stare went through them rather than to them.

Frankie pushed his way past his teammates. At 33 and a decade on the team, he’d earned a right to do so. Especially as the ace, a fact about her uncle he’d never let Aria forget. “Hey, hey! Look who’s here!” He greeted her, all smiles and waving arms with his big chest puffed out. She turned to him right away, but her face remained unchanged. Frankie chuckled to himself. “Asleep on the car ride over here, huh?” he asked Jane when he reached for Aria.

Jane adjusted the hat over her low ponytail as soon as Frankie took over. “The whole forty minutes from Tempe,” she replied, and Frankie thought she might have rolled her eyes behind her Oakley glasses. She shrugged her duffel bag closer to her shoulder. “She’s gonna want down in a minute. She’s just gotta wake up.”

“She’s too young to remember when you guys visited us last spring, but she’ll get the hang of it,” Frankie said.

Julio Rodriguez himself caught up to Frankie, and clapped him on the back just so he could get some facetime with Aria. “She gonna be a power hitter with how much she come here,” said Julio, ruffling her hair with his sprawling hand.

The group of them walked the few feet back into the tunnel toward the batting cages and Jane bumped shoulders with Julio when she put her sunglasses on the brim of her hat. “That’s the plan. Watchin’ you’ll only help,” she said. “Thanks for havin’ her.”

“You kidding me? Anytime,” Julio responded. Like clockwork, Aria grumbled as she listened to the adults around her talk until her uncle put her down. “Now,” Julio began again, “get her in there.”

“You hear that, kid? Get in the cage, let’s go. You’re late for barrel work,” Jane deadpanned, summoning Aria to the fence like she would any of her Angels hitters.

Julio pulled a tiny tee out from behind the pitching machine, one that stayed around for all the Mariners kids should they drop by. Aria helped Jane unzip the bag she put down on the carpeted floor, and pulled out a foam bat just her size.

Jane stuck the ball on the tee and then stepped back, winking at Julio. “A’right, show ‘em what you do,” she encouraged. Aria, with a gaze of concentration stood on the left side of the tee and whacked the cloth ball a few feet away.

“Ma, run!” she ordered when she threw the bat. She pointed forward where a base might of been had they been on a field.

“You run!” Jane ordered back with a deep belly laugh. “You’re the one who hit it!”

“You see her flippin’ that bat?!” Frankie bellowed, arms crossed against the backstop. “She’s a celebrity already.”

“Don’t let her hear that,” Jane said when Aria wobbled on less-than-certain feet toward the pitching machine and toward the great Julio Rodriguez himself. “Don’t let Maura hear that, either. I’m gonna have to send her to LineDrive when she turns five.”

Frankie held his bat out and tapped his sister’s chest with it. “Ah, stop and smell the roses, would ya? You’re the parent of a prodigy. Spring’s here. Baseball’s back.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” said Jane. She took hold of Frankie’s barrel until she held the handle in her own grip. “Baseball’s back.”

#lauren writes rizzoli and isles fanfiction #otp prompts march 2023 #ask anthrofreshtodeath #you only live twice #coronita heights #that concludes the otp prompts for this month!#who knows - we may do another soon #thank you all for participating and engaging!#tattoo parlor is intriguing and I may revisit that later

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