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i love the phrase "cruel and unusual." not only is what you're doing mean but it's also quite frankly fucking bizarre

#I may have already reblogged this one but yes #a cauldron stirring hate ♦ aesthetic

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“…I’ll teach you.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah. After what I saw out there, I’m convinced you’ll make the perfect monster.”

#ooooohhhhh YEEESSSS that is perf for em #a cauldron stirring hate ♦ aesthetic

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[Highlights from @nostomannia 's AA2 stream]

#reminder that this went down #it was so goddamn funny help. Ana broke the game multiple times #seconds gone to waste ♦ shitpost

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@distortedkilling asked the Troupemaster:

The curse stared at the bouquet of contorted flesh he had made, body horror that mocked flowers. Anarchy was neither gender really but in that sense technically could be both, right?

Hm.

There's only one thing to do.

First, show Herba his version of flowers because she'll totally dig it (not). Then rush to the chaos deity themselves. Except not as expected. From above the bouquet was lowered by an elongated Mahito, his middle grotesquely stretched as he dangled upside-down to offer the fleshy gift to Anarchy.

"Happy!" That's it. The gift is deposited before he begins condensing his body, retreating upwards from where he came from. Scuttling away, the curse promptly then dropped down and walked the rest of the way out of the room. Completely unnecessary.

"EUUUHHH! GROSS!" Herba, as expected, only recoiled in disgust at such a blatant mockery of form and function. Wide crimson eyes framed by downturned brows, she shuffled aside at an increased pace. A scornful glare continued to track the curse's movements that only communicated, don't you have anything better to do?!

Unfortunately for the Verdanian, her opinion on matters was no longer at the forefront of importance - something she no doubt seethed about.

Waiting for Mahito to no longer pay attention, she made a gesture of squeezing her shoulders tightly, then jerking them violently to symbolize bones breaking. Not that being ensnared in her new pet's coils would do the shapeshifting wretch any harm, but a woman was allowed her fantasies, especially on such a day.

Anarchy themself was far more receptive. Gazing upward to meet the newest addition to the Troupe, a beaming smile took its place upon pale features, cold eyes alight with a gleeful spark that only rivaled the crazed look in mismatched orbs.

The avatar's gaze shifted from the young curse to the gift held in his arms before lifting a gloved hand to receive it as it was promptly depositied into their lap. A moment of silence, a truly pensive expression painted on the magician's face before their voice erupted in a resounding squeal of joy.

"KAWAII!!!"

They deserved one another, alright.

#HAHAHAH #Ily #distortedkilling #from the shadows ♦ ic #hundreds of voices ♦ ask #body horror tw

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Live Anarchy reaction.

@distortedkilling

"Y-ack!"

And now they were wet, too. Not that their clothes could not be made dry again with the snap of a finger.

"Mahito!!!" They resurfaced with a groan, their secondary arms seemingly puffing up a little to act as an improvised pool noodle. The avatar was pouting, but then again, simply allowing such tomfoolery was clearly a sign of endorsement.

Crossing their legs, they made themselves float on their back before releasing a dramatic sigh.

#distortedkilling #get wet. freak. #from the shadows ♦ ic #seconds gone to waste ♦ shitpost

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https://x.com/slimyswampghost/status/1741565572259725440?s=20

[A good visual for the animated toys Anarchy can produce and control. Needless to say, they are not friendly]

#shadow chronicles ♦ headcanon

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📜 your muses of choice and Anananarchy ✨️

Incorrect Quotes! | Accepting! | @lady-quen

{Here's a 2 for 1!}

Anarachy: Must be hard not being able to laugh.

Malik: I do have a sense of humor, you know.

Anarchy: I’ve never heard you laugh before.

Malik: I’ve never heard you say anything funny.

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Malik: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?

Anarchy: *chugs entire bottle*

Anarchy: It’s perfume.

#LOL these are perf XD #love it~ #seconds gone to waste ♦ shitpost #kingdom-of-mxginica

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The Mind

[The Omega big brother demanded to be drawn, that is very rare. XD]

#mind exalted ♦️ the mad hatter's gallery #my art

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[Just in today: Herba is a coward]

#she feels secure in her position as a right hand of Chaos but the moment someone worthy challenges that? oh boy #also the hypocrisy of a person with entire worlds' worth of body count being terrified of her own death. #she is not liking the thought she may end up a warped husk like her own creations lmaooo

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@distortedkilling asked the witch:

A single curse has arrived for Herba.

In all honesty, there was little Herba despised more than people as wicked and unscrupulous as her.

Mostly, it meant she had to compete in her own field.

The Verdanian woman was well aware by now of the curse's abilities, an innate power that rivaled her genetic splicing. The main difference, however, was that she had required centuries of study and advanced technology to build up her warped arboretum - whereas he (it..?) only seemed to require a simple touch.

Touch she recoiled at violently, despite a lack of any attempt to actually lay hands on her. See, here was another issue: only she was allowed to invade others' space and harass them incessantly. The moment Mahito entered their close-knit group, Herba was already bristling like a rival cougar. Thorns and all, to make sure she was as sharp as possible in the inevitable confrontation.

"....Don't you have any better things to be doing right now? I'm so busy." Her voice itself gave away the sour pour dominating her features as she fiddled with some equipment seemingly for show. As though pretending to be occupied would have any effect on a creature of his caliber of annoying. Some snappy remarks and derogatory nicknames came to the forefront of her mind, and yet, surprisingly, she held her tongue after a bit of mumbling.

Some of her plantlife servants, brainless drones steered only by crude biological programming, have since stepped aside, skulking in the half-shade. Oh, she did not approve of that. And yet, it was almost as though her own uncertainly had bled into her creations, a squirm of unease in the presence of one who could only be described as similar to Chaos.

Anarchy wouldn't let it hurt her.. right?

#I give you: the bitch witch. cucumber plumber. avocado desperado #only one of those really applies but who can say no to a bit of puns #from the shadows ♦ ic #hundreds of voices ♦ ask #distortedkilling #I don't have everyone's banners yet #I want to see her BULLIED

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i can be a prettyboy handsomegirl don't even worry about it

#a cauldron stirring hate ♦ aesthetic

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Marguerite Duras, from The Lover

Text ID: His first impulse is always to kill, to wipe out, to hold sway over life, to scorn, to hunt, to make suffer.

#a cauldron stirring hate ♦ aesthetic

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"Wouldn't you like a taste of the power? Wouldn't you like to use more than words? Deep in the night the fight lasts for hours You can be hurt or you can beat her Wouldn't you like to havе some of the magic? Wouldn't you like your outcomе preferred? Deep in the night the fight can be tragic I'll help you conquer her"

#mostly posting this for Ana's unhinged laughter XD #the devil parade sings ♦ music #but also the vibes of dealing with Chaos mmmm.... #Youtube

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Mahito from Jujutsu Kaisen roleplay blog. Not spoiler free!! Spoilers are not tagged, be warned!

What to expect:

Original plot & canon divergent friendly!

NSFW content and dark themes - it's Mahito, guys.

OC’s and fandom characters treated equally. <3

Para to novella roleplaying lengths.

Some good fun. :)

What I ask:

Please read my rules and be responsible for your own comfort.

I know he's not the fandom's favorite, but please don't put any personal dislike you have on me or those I engage with. Thank you.

#out of the shadows ♦ ooc #promo #and here as well! these two deserve each other ✨️💜✨️ #distortedkilling

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There was an endearing quality in the way the young curse seemed so intrigued by their presence. An innate curiosity and desire to grow, a quality shared by most living things - even a god such as Chaos.

There were many, many ways in which they were alike. Of course the other before them would understand it.

They seemed clever, after all. Something Anarchy could very much appreciate.

"I am not surprised you have not met a true God before... after all, this is the first time I'm seeing you!" The discordant deity laughed heartily, a small tear forming in the corner of one pale eye from the strain. A hand rested over their stomach as they bent over and slapped a knee for added effect. "Oh, oh you're a funny one. I like that. I can appreciate humor more than most, you see.... Mahito."

The name had a nice ring to it. Anarchy rose to their full (albeit still below average) height, the smile on their face a match to the one displayed by the curse. An admittance of what he was - a being of bountiful negativity, as expected from one created by humans.

Yes, humans... In all of Anarchy's - nay, Chaos' days of gleeful consumption, humans were like an exquisite spice to enrich their palate; Overflowing with mistrust and self-hatred, even moreso than the Vodyanoi who were already masterful at sabotaging their own species. Humans were... truly something unique, capable of spawning their own destruction from their very own subconscious.

To think that the grandest achievement of humanity... was their own, self-engineered engine of destruction. The brightest flame they ever set - hungrily devouring their own canvas.

Anarchy would happily feed that very flame. Mahito was... above all, a being of unprecedented potential. While guided by specific nature, he was also... a clay to be molded. Within the bounds of what he represented, of course, but ideas of how to better direct that potential were already spawning within the mad avatar's mind, hidden behind their playful smile. The destruction of humanity by a being they themselves created... why, it sounded even more appetizing than simply being undone by Chaos itself, as usual.

A beast like them could appreciate that kind of poetry.

Not that they - and by extension, Chaos - would not feast and savor every moment of it. It just did not feel right to take this opportunity from Mahito himself. Indeed, he would make a fine weapon to keep at their disposal - a fine friend to one such as themselves.

"...What is a god, you ask?" They spun around on their heel, arms extended to the side as though to embrace, and smother, the whole world. "I believe the better question would be, what isn't a god? A god is... all encompassing. A god is everything. I am everything. I will encompass all things, with time. This body and identity is but a courtesy extended to lesser beings. An answer to their pitiful pleas, an idol for ease of worship. An altar for their suffering."

While Oscha - the shadow that he was - had quietly taken a backseat to allow his deity to rhapsodise, Anarchy finally turned around, their eyes briefly alight with the swirl of galaxies. Their words reflected the full truth of Wonderland, even if their context could only be gained with personal experience.

"Everything here is me - Chaos."

"Now, would you like to join me and my Troupe for a tea party? I do like me something to eat and drink when engaging with such fascinating individuals~"

Mismatched eyes flickered between the two beings with an unexpected amount of patience. His thumb pressed to the underside of his chin as his finger curled around it as he pondered to himself over just what he had discovered. Mahito certainly possessed a high opinion of himself but he knew well what he was currently faced with went beyond what he knew. Hell, it may even go beyond what curses themselves knew.

Geto had never spoken of something like this before. By the feel of this place and what he could make out on his way here, this went beyond earth and any domain - it was somewhere new, somewhere perhaps unexplored by his kind.

He liked the prospect of such a thing. It made him feel... excited. Alive. New territory to explore - just what would he learn to better himself if he played his cards right?

How rare it was for the curse to feel such nefarious intent and for it not to be directed at the other(s) before him. No, it was solely at the potential of his own self and what that would mean for humanity. For any mortal being that brought curses into existence. Because of course Mahito noted the way Oscha used the word mortal instead if human. It made him pause to think... if these beings existed out here, wherever here was - did that mean other mortal beings beyond humans also existed? And if so, just what could they teach him? What experiments could he conduct upon them?

Saliva gathered in his mouth at such a thought. Excitement thrummed within his chest even without a heart to beat wildly. His eyelids slanted halfway as he looked upon the one called Anarchy then, how fitting of a name. God of Joy... a god, though? Truly? Many regarded Sukuna as such a thing - revered him, to some extent or another. Similarly to that of Gojo, he supposed. Yet they were still capable of being taken down and out to some degree. Something told Mahito it wasn't the same with these two.

"I like the way you think."

"I've never met a god before but it's nice to see even things like you stick together." Friends, not friends, did it matter if things aligned nicely? They weren't human, they'd never truly be able to grasp how they viewed friendship and the likes. But they could possess their own version. Not all curses or beings like them were mindless creatures.

Sometimes it was scarier when the enemy knew the intimacies of mortals, one that understood the nuances of their souls.

His hand lowered to touch upon his chest, unafraid to slide a step closer. "My name is Mahito." He began with a smile that could only charm a fellow monster. There was no need to look soft and unassuming, he wasn't dealing with humans after-all. "I'm a human born curse made up of humanity's hatred, fear and mistrust towards one another." He introduced himself which... was unusual. Usually he didn't do such a thing for it implied another would live long enough to know his name. "What is a god, exactly? Are you more of a force of nature?" His head tilted slightly, his hand falling away from his chest to rest upon his hip. It was a curious thing to ponder the meaning of. Was Anarchy a god because they were a natural force of negativity, or were they a god because mortals feared negativity and birthed one?

#distortedkilling #part of the game ♦ thread #from the shadows ♦ ic

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[This is your official invitation to send asks to the side muses of the Shadow Troupe, as well as the Deathlords from the Gaudium era ;) In the case of dead characters, they will default to the most recent time they were alive. If you feel up to it, you may also send asks to the previous incarnation of Chaos, the Earl Tyrant. Been wanting to develop the gang a bit more but my energy levels and brainspace were shitty. I'm also open to asks turning to threads if they catch my attention in that way + if the other wishes to continue off them. :) ]

[Obligatory warning for dark themes as the vast majority of Chaos-affiliated muses are horrid people and their behavior will reflect that fact. The list of muses below:]

Primary muse:

Anarchy, Second Visage [OC]

Gaudium era:

Tyrant, First Visage [canon]

Fungus, Last General of Mycelidos [canon]

Pist Shaz XI, Self-Proclaimed Lord of the Seas [canon]

Shadow Troupe era:

Herba, Lady of the Wicked Vines [canon]

Oscha, Dread Jester [canon]

Xel Ort V, Bolt of the Deep Blue [OC]

Yarukiel, Radio Tower Demon* [canon/OC]

Mad Hatter, Mind of Omega [OC]

[*Yaru is mentally an animal, so asking it will lead nowhere.]

[Link to the wonderful artwork: here]

#out of the shadows ♦ ooc #also Kumo is not a muse here despite being a Lord for some time #if you want Kumo I'm experimenting with him on my main kazeofthemagun :)) #to those unfamiliar with FFU: The pages are a WIP so no pressure to send anything since the info isn't readily available. yet. @_@ which it #will be soon and then I shall reblog this post a few times

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[FLASH TW]

https://x.com/EverythingOOC/status/1757404898570682736?s=20

[Anarchy coded.]

#a cauldron stirring hate ♦ aesthetic #flash tw #flashing lights tw