To That One Meme—!! There’s Not Just One Thing I Like About How You Play Your Muses! Your Writing

ordered a horror stories book online and it made me think that Geto doesn't have a favorite genre to read, he will read any book that piques his curiosity and finishes it whether he likes its contents or not, because he just has to finish what he started. it's after his deflection that he begins to be more selective of what he reads, completely discarding books that are popular among non-sorcerers, finding it annoying to have something in common with them as he continously tries to draw the line that separates them, a constant reminder of the position he chose to be in and to avoid any notion of sympathy born from their linked interest.

a collection of 60+ starters adapted from season 1 of code geass: lelouch of the rebellion  /  change pronouns as necessary.

❛  crying for them won’t bring the dead back to life.  ❜ ❛  i need the determination to succeed.  ❜ ❛  if im going to die, i want to do it for the sake of everyone.  ❜ ❛  you can’t change the world without getting your hands dirty.  ❜ ❛  i cannot afford to let you die.  ❜ ❛  the end result is worthless if the means to them are wrong!  ❜ ❛  your pride always gets in the way at the most inopportune moments.  ❜ ❛  there is no escape from the inevitable.  ❜ ❛  i don’t deserve your kind words.  ❜ ❛  this is already a checkmate.  ❜ ❛  did you think this was all some sort of game?  ❜ ❛  i did love you once, you know.  ❜ ❛  no matter what, i’ll always be here by your side.  ❜ ❛  in the end, you’re just a little boy with a big head and a big mouth.  ❜ ❛  will you let me be a little selfish now?  ❜ ❛  i heard what you did, you shouldn’t be so reckless.  ❜ ❛  those who cannot control their power will be consumed by it.  ❜ ❛  since that day, i’ve lived a lie.  ❜ ❛  in the end, it’s all just self-satisfaction.  ❜ ❛  if it is my destiny — i will walk the path of blood.  ❜ ❛  what a foolish choice.  ❜ ❛  i never considered us to be friends.  ❜ ❛  i’ve dirtied my hands a long time ago.  ❜ ❛  nothing stays the same forever.  ❜ ❛  all we can do now is trust him.  ❜ ❛  i wish the world was a gentler place.  ❜ ❛  there are some things that i just can’t forget.  ❜ ❛  the only people who should kill are those prepared to die themselves.  ❜ ❛  everything i once was — i have forgotten it.  ❜ ❛  people aren’t just your pawns!  ❜ ❛  unrequited love is the mark of a kind person.  ❜ ❛  i wish he’d stop showing off this meaningless pride of his.  ❜ ❛  a person who knows anger also knows what sadness is like.  ❜ ❛  it’s hard to understand such a selfish girl.  ❜ ❛  i don’t want anyone to lose any more loved ones.  ❜ ❛  all men are not created equal.  ❜ ❛  i only realised how important she was to me after i’ve lost her.  ❜ ❛  i wonder if the person i used to be was as happy as i am now.  ❜ ❛  win or lose, you won’t gain anything unless you give everything for it.  ❜ ❛  i’m not nearly as wonderful of a person as you think i am.  ❜ ❛  you killed them all for the sake of that madness?  ❜ ❛  it’s nothing but an empty dream.  ❜ ❛  how could i lose so easily?  ❜ ❛  people don’t care about reason, but they can’t resist a good miracle.  ❜ ❛  you’ll have to do it in my place.  ❜ ❛  i’ll stay with you until the end.  ❜ ❛  i’ve already made a contract with the devil.  ❜ ❛  hatred has taken control of me now.  ❜ ❛  i have no intention of turning back.  ❜ ❛  do you think ideals alone can change the world?  ❜ ❛  destruction is necessary before creation.  ❜ ❛  the only path that’s left for me is forward.  ❜ ❛  i have no time to argue who’s the bigger hypocrite here.  ❜ ❛  should you really be so laid-back about all this?  ❜ ❛  there must be a reason he’s acting this way.  ❜ ❛  you’re not alone!  ❜ ❛  i don’t know if i was ever human to begin with.  ❜ ❛  the truth is, i’m a little nervous.  ❜ ❛  i cannot let your dreams be realised.  ❜ ❛  nothing that happens now is any of your business.  ❜

long time no see, my son

mother?

[anon hate] how can i name JUST ONE?! i was so taken by your geto the first time i came across him 😭 he is so far gone in his own beliefs yet somewhere in him his past still resonates and i love those moments where that human part of him still flickers ( like the nagi / haibara comparison ✨). not to mention how i adore when writing paints a picture because stories are always fun when you see the pictures - and having that abstract imagery just further brings your writing to life and i LOVEEEE SEEING IT. then there’s the wit that each character you play seems to have, kaiser, liu xiao, ( gojo too even if he’s not exactly a villain - ) … ALSO I LOVE HOW YOU PLAY VILLAINS!! you’re another writer who isn’t afraid to convey the darker aspects of your muse/s and show off their morally skewed perception. AND - and and and!!!! the fact that you hit the nail on the head with liu xiao when there was like 20 seconds of content of him before yingdu.

bravo, gold star. 20/10 writer would recommend. xia fei hands lx an autographed photo with a kiss mark 💋 ( ignore that im on cxs this is anon hate remember - ) [/anon hate]

There would be no Liu xiao without you and bug making me lock in to finish link click 😭🙏🙏🙏🙏I owe you guys my life. Already told you but I'm a huge fan of ur writing and I love every single crazy au sprouting in the moment. don't think for a second that the roommates au is over there's a lot more muses ready to move in too at this point the whole place is gonna be packed coughs the photo studio coughs. Tysmmmm ILY and everything you create 😻 @hourdive

I totally don’t ever rp with u bc u never gave me the insane duo of Makima and Gojo

guilty as charged. happening now. Makima and Gojo will interact one way or another in the photo studio during one of the many parties hosted by Jacksatoru Wangojo

give me a reason why you DON'T rp with me.

brush test with Makima

will be posting some drabbles i wrote on my old blog just to keep as writing sample for geto now that i've moved him here so don't mind me 🤪

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‘ hey. i can't sleep. :/ ’ from lx

the disappointment in opening his phone and witnessing that text pop into his notifications was unparalleled. a melting pot of dread, animosity, and irritation. he'd been half expecting to be cheng xiaoshi or qiao ling striking a conversation, but no. there's an audible sigh he imparts into the empty room on who the sender really was. plucking his phone from the pillow as he mindlessly types a retort to @einshi.

✉️ to liu xiao: hello. I can. goodnight.

and with that out of the way, he picks his book back up. eyes scanning the page once more, to resume where he'd left off. clearly not going to sleep.

i'll only hurt you if you let me . / Uta @ Yomo

hurt, by definition, comes together with pain.

pain is familiar. pain is something that ghouls as species have known for longer than they’d remembered each other’s faces, what little they saw of them, when the masks were cast off. renji observes more than he speaks, notices the wounds and torn skin already patching itself together in a gruesome display of rank: back then, they’d been considered a dangerous threat to the CCG, or to the general public. 

humans. ordinary humans whose bodies broke and didn’t mend. 

bodies that did nothing similar to what uta’s system is beginning to try, under the influence of whatever it is that kept that clownish smile plastered on his face. excitement? seems likely.

he waits until the open tissue is all healed, black ink molten across a pale canvas. there’s a revelation in the way uta’s eyes reflect the dim moonlight. fluorescent signs sprout from the tall buildings, further narrowing the already reduced space in this back alley, cascading them in bright hues and deep contrasts, their shapes a pair of protruding anachronisms in the urban landscape. 

this privacy - the pause that follows feels loud enough to drown everything else: noise of artillery, debris moved around and across the asphalt, disaster and what comes with chaos. even the rattling heartbeat in his ribcage which hadn’t ceased to plague him since they first laid their fists onto each other sinks deep into oblivion. he picks up where uta left off, his voice returning to its usual listless baritone, “it won’t be pleasant, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

there’s childish amusement in this, in the thrills uta seeks. he’s never understood it, always drawing a blank when he tried to sympathize with it. what he knows, however, is rage. he’d tasted it on the roof of his mouth, even now, if he searched long for it. on the cusp of an old era, only uta and, perhaps itori, were unburdened by it, his baggage, his vengeful appetite. 

they’d cannibalized, and they’d probably done so much worse, sins that follow them each to the grave - but it’s not all there is to it. not all there is to uta and him. perhaps he simply wants to drain it all dry: his options, the reasoning, any word that can keep his friend from self-immolation. renji paces closer. 

“aren’t you cold?” he doesn’t know if uta misses him. renji’s never asked. part of him, a shallow part, believes that uta’s unselfconsciousness is indicator enough that he’d do well no matter renji’s stance in his circle. another part - a more selfish, boyish part that hadn’t entirely died out since their rooftoof talks, had mistaken these jabs and mockery for fondness, of a kind. so it often went. he exhales through his nostrils, sharp breeze cutting through loose strands of white hair. the scent of rain, drying blood, this; it’s all a grim reminder that anything could’ve gone wrong, had he not been sincere from the start.

“do you remember” renji asks, “the first time we met? it wasn’t much different than how we are now.” normally, teens outgrow their fixations. renji doesn’t think uta has dropped it entirely, but it’s still difficult to figure him out in a way that won’t piss renji off. even now, he feels annoyed. there’s time for the two of them to try and hurt the other. that entirely depends on how well uta fares from here on. a creature of terrible potential. renji lowers his knees until they’re touching the ground, hooks uta’s arm around his shoulder, working as an achor, and eases him back to his feet, eye to eye, just like it’d been a decade or so ago. 

“it was like this, too.” his lip twitches, the birth of a smile, one that he’d thought long lost. “you can walk, let’s go.”

@antinomos