Recommending Muse Meme— I Started Rewatching Chainsaw Man Bc Plotting With Ur Makima And I Feel You’d

To that one meme—!! There’s not just one thing I like about how you play your muses! Your writing is beyond compelling, and you capture all your characters distinct personalities without fail. But a notable thing would be: for Liu Xiao, seeing how you portrayed a character with such little background information other than a brief summary was/is amazing! How you managed to stay true to the personality we see in the show and expand on it where you see fit has me 👁️👁️ I’m glad as our little trio watched the show further, there were those parallels to Makima bc you play her incredibly too! It’s just fun watching you write all your 😈😈😈 muses. I could go on all day with this

AAAAAAAAAAA THANK U SM 🥹🥹🥹 I owe u and Ivy my life for introducing me to Liu Xiao and beat me up to finish link click lmao I wouldn't have continued watching if it weren't for U guys. I ain't forget our faces when lx appeared in the cinema with xf pulling the best Makima move in history HELPPP

I appreciate ur words bc ur one of my fav writers 🫶🫶🫶

@12reset // what is ONE THING you like about the way i play my character?

Gojo will eat any chocolate that Geto receives so keep him in mind when you confess to Geto

what's your literary archetype? — tagged by @lustraveil for kogami

the mentor.

you're a natural leader, you've got a specific aura about you that draws people to you. you're smart, not just academically, but worldly smart. people tend to go to you for help and advice, and you're more than happy to help. of course, that also means that you feel like you're a therapist rather than a friend, family, or lover. it can make you feel isolated from everyone else, and i hope that people realize you are human before a teacher.

tagging: @psielapki @limel1ghts @burntpa1ace @sukareo @cymerae @yeonban

 i never considered us to be friends. ( Gojo and Nagumo )

‘ hate the game, not the player. ’ satoru says, matter-of-factly.

there would be more seriousness to his voice, had it not been muffled by the noodles hanging from his mouth, twisted into a hungry pout. the bowl is nearly empty, chopsticks slide across the edge and fall together with a chirp as satoru swallows his last mouthful of spicy ramen (watered down especially for him, mind you). running a thumb across his lower lip, he continues, ‘ is it that hard to make cohabitation? genuine question though. ask me about my opinion and i’d say we’re better off splitting responsibilities than leave it all to the maids, assuming there’s any that can put up with our little job. ’

it’s only a flash but he notices nagumo’s smile twitching, all humor fading out and replaced by a more cynical something that he can’t put a finger on but he knows for sure skirts around mild irritation. what’s stopping nagumo from lashing out? easy: these are his favorite bowls. satoru decides that’s a small victory worth celebrating another time. 

‘ anyway, that’s not my problem. never asked to be anything more than your handsome coworker. ’ a wink, finger-guns.

‘ oh by the way... can i have seconds? ’

@tearenere

an important part about ogata's character is how much he actually loved his mother. for some reason it's a source of argument on certain spaces but i think the og work was clear enough: ogata never learned how to love, so his love is bound to hurt.

neglected as a kid as he was, his mother stopping talking to him at some point during his childhood and spending day and night submerged in her hallucinations and daydreaming of a man who would never come back for her, growing up in poverty and with no other contact than his elderly grandparents, ogata never truly learned how to display love, never even felt as though he received it.

so when he explained "...then one day i fed rat poison to her. i thought that if father truly loved her, he would at least come back to her funeral. but you never came." it's the logic of a kid who wants his mother to be happy, to at least meet the man she loved and so she can go back to her old self who used to sing lullabies to him.

in the end it didn't work.

fast forward years later and skipping the fact he killed his father, because that's a whole other topic, i think his dynamic with asirpa is another big example that he can't properly conceptualize love and often offers "affection" or shows that he "cares" in the same way a cat would bring dead birds or mice to your bed.

ogata shooting wilk is an example of it. wilk, a father whose intention was to send his young girl to lead a war and to her demise, ogata understood killing him as making a favor for her because he did kill his own father, and as he explains "i think patricide is taking a step forward into adulthood" in barato arc, his mind understand this killing as a blessing to her even though she doesn't see it that way.

and throughout the story ogata continously makes offerings like these, because it's logical, that's how it's always been for him, so why shouldn't it be that way for everyone else?

but it's during the bad omen arc - and when the images of the brother he shot during the siege in PA and the girl he's gradually growing fond of as a projection of his own dead brother - that he begins to realize "oh, maybe there IS something wrong with me after all" and he rejects the idea because it scares him, scares him more than anything that love has always existed and that his father could have loved him, could have loved his mother, he just chose not to. and that his mother could have also loved him and he couldn't see it. scares him that love had always been there but never for him.

it's easier to rule out the existence of a sentiment than to admit that he's never received it, that he remains unloved.

[Character PV] Ranking No. 10 - Nice "A manifestation of the perfect hero as imagined by the people. He brings the elegance of a ballerino to all his battles, mesmerizing all who witness them."

he's so beautiful i need to consume him i need to tear him apart with my teeth i need to feel his blood dripping from my mouth i want to have him in the most visceral way possible i need to eat him alive

GOJO SATORU

the store had been adorned with plenty of different chocolates, arranged by colors or by price. blue is the color that suits Xia Fei most - it makes him think of the sea, its unpredictability, its whims and beauty. Liu Xiao picks a blue box, golden ribbon. He hands the box to Xia Fei as he rings the coffee he's ordered. No words exchanged besides thank you, bye. He doesn't really wait to confirm whether the gift is tossed to the garbage or accepted. In a sense, it's better that way.

unprompted. ╱ @einshi.

  there’s an effort to temper his impatience, holding back his frown from pulling any lower. with his arms crossed and burning golden eyes, he stares intensely at liu xiao. of course, he takes his sweet time, browsing chocolates in a high-end cafe that doubles as a chocolatier. a roll of his eyes. rich people. soft conversations and rows of confectionaries add to the calm atmosphere. but his voice certainly did not. “ couldn’t you have done this after? i have other places to be, ” a blatant lie, meeting with him was the last task on his agenda for the day, “ if you’re gonna keep me waiting, you can’t tell him i wasn’t playing nice with you. ” there’s a glimpse at the hand that chooses the sweets, but xia fei lets a sigh drag from his lips to make a point that he was on borrowed time. his time. time meant to be spent with himself after an exhausting day.

  gradually, his eyes wander, passively taking in his surroundings. the shop itself was far beyond maintained. despite playful decor to fit the valentine’s theme, the design echoed bridon’s aristocratic roots. a few portraits depicting these streets from centuries past, a plaque honouring the founder. nothing flashy, but there’s a tasteful touch of historic flare. perhaps he’ll stop by again on his own in the coming weeks.  

  “ —eh!? ” his distracted self is the receiver of a gift box. one he never asked for, or necessarily needed - or cared to get, for that matter. “ what is this?! ” he blurted the words without hesitation, causing a few curious glances his way. liu xiao briskly takes his leave from there, but xia fei isn’t done yet. “ hey! you can’t leave me here with this! ” the click of a phone camera drains his complexion pale. he turns, noting a few heads retreating and thumbs tapping away on phones. did they recognize him? oh no… “ liu xiao!! get back here! ” the entrance bell softly chimes as xia fei pushes past, hurrying after his troublesome client…

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.