Did You Really Think This Is The Right Thing To Do ? ( @ Geto W/ Nagi And His Soccer-based Jujutsu That

( sms ) : you know how you totally adore me? (sasayama at kogami)

[sms] 21.39: and you know how to get on my nerves [sms] 21.39: that's not what i asked [sms] 21.40: what's the situation? get any read of the map? signal's bad over here.

@lustraveil // texting prompts.

"odd? mm— stupid, yeah." disappointing news, of course, but toji can't say he's surprised, as much as he would've loved to hear about a youthful misstep in his own favor. he clicks his tongue against his teeth, aural shorthand for it can't be helped, then shrugs, mouth turning a smirk at its corners. "oh, i'm aware. that little fact is the only reason why you're still alive right now, remember?" a pause. toji's head tilts, his eyes maundering over the amused array of suguru's vulpine features, as though recalling something pleasant himself. "or maybe you don't. i gave you one hard kick in that pretty skull of yours."

[ VISIT ]: sender goes to the receiver's house for a casual visit. oh no mr cult leader geto....gojo visiting

the dregs of cursed energy warn him first. 

second comes the overwhelming intensity of his presence, like the roar of a waterfall that splits sky and earth in halves. satoru carries it like it’s his nature, like he was born and raised for exactly this. blessed, in a way. flawlessly human, greedy. 

he feels the eyes on his back before satoru has fully stepped into the room, listless and uncaring for decorum. the tatami that should’ve given out under his weight and signaled of his approach remains static, free of contact and it’s obvious that satoru hasn’t deactivated limitless yet. suguru doesn’t turn around, hand idly bringing closer the flame to a candle, painting the room in an array of golden hues.

‘ i expect you to come by earlier. what’s the drawback? ’ he blows the match, smoke crawling up the air and diffusing close to the ceiling. he follows its trail for a millisecond, turning around to find satoru standing a couple strides away from him. suguru smiles at him, ‘ is someone following you? ’

he needn’t wait for a response, knowing any spy would’ve been taken care of before even approaching the boundaries of his temple. instead he covers the terrain, narrowing the space in-between, so close that he can sense the inviting warmth suspended in the atmosphere and something else, too, like sun-bathed skin, damp with sweat. his head tips slightly to the side, chin lifted up as he examines satoru’s face, in search of anything new. a few weeks worth of absence turns the mind into a swamp. it takes him only a moment to discern the signs of sleepless nights, albeit patched up with RCT. what does it say about him, that he can tell the lies apart from what is true, even after years of being on opposite sides?

he breathes an internal sigh of relief when satoru doesn’t mention it, pretends that he doesn’t notice the flash of concern in his frame though he waltzes smoothly through the surface, fingers tracing the hard lines of satoru’s jaw and collar-bone. 

‘ you look tired. ’ is all he offers.

it’s all satoru needs to hear, he supposes. for old times sake.

for a long time, they haven’t needed the other. waking up to the waning wonder that this is how it’s going to be for the rest of their remaining years on earth. though selfishness calls them back, swimming straight towards the hook. satoru’s arms unlace the knot of his gojo-kesa, silk and string coming loose, undone. the hiss of fabric follows until it’s all pooled on the floor. suguru’s eyebrows rise in wonder. ‘ ah - desperate, aren’t we? you were being followed, after all. you could’ve telported. the fewer ways they have to trace your movements, the better. why show them? ’

suguru devours the distance, step by torturously slow step, lips parting to whisper next to satoru’s ear, ‘ are you the jealous type? ’

@cursedfell

Hea(rt)d - Shot. 🤍

Nobara is lesbian (the crowd boos, tomatoes are thrown at me) "she's right." (a voice in the back says, I look up and there he is. Sukuna in the flesh) "she's lesbian and she was mean to me."

beel dump

I. Can.

Ulquiorra’s jjk verse could be that he's a special grade curse born from the feelings of emptiness and void. souls of people who have been consumed by the void are the primary source of his energy. I'm assuming all the espada are special grade curses just like how they are the highest rank in their own verse. Anyways, will also be assuming that in this verse Aizen is still a drop out and recruits him along the other curses. this is not the main verse but a war that took place decades or hundreds of years before the main events, so somewhere between heian and modern day. His state in present jjk-verse is a dormant curse that has been affixed to a sword, just like his other 9 "comrades" and are kept in the hidden inventory at hq.

it didn’t take a strategist to recognize the advantage presented to their forces. 

the thought had been nagging at him since then, since his eyes laid on the digital shape of the ghost he’d chased for so long. kogami hardly notices the abstract sort of anger that drifts from his grip as an afterthought, subdued as it eases through the quiet of the shared space: “it’ll only be makishima’s grave.”

if only that were true.

he’d lament for the lack of action and pursuit, but he knew better than to rush the persecution. makishima is meticulous, clever, has a tendency for the theatrics and whatnot. making a halfhearted attempt at identifying his whereabouts would cost them more than just kogami’s life or an enforcer’s badge. it’s unfair for anyone else involved, for makishima to be the source of many headaches.

“figured i’d let you know, in case you thought this was going anywhere different.” his attempt at a lighthearted joke isn’t well-received, if the glare flashed in his direction is any indicator.

“i thought we weren’t doing this again.” kogami says, though he knew his words couldn’t possibly be convincing with the festering sickness inside of him, forgotten some days while others were so painfully acute he can barely stand it. time and stubbornness are the only things that numbed him to the painful sense of awareness that he’s no more different than a hungry beast and prey dangling on the limits of his territory. kogami hated himself for it. he hated himself now, too, for mercilessly rubbing salt into old wounds.

talk about selfishness.

“guess i don’t listen.”

kogami’s hand retrieve a second cigarette, caging it between sharp teeth. a lover’s kiss. as if nicotine still needed an invitation. “i don’t know what else to say to that. you’ve got me, gino. it might be my own foolishness which drives me right into the wolf’s den, but at the very least i can say that any progress that’s created a window for me to pass through and bring me one step closer to where i want to be couldn’t have been possible solely with my own efforts.”

he’d tried to keep his voice even; to give off a facade of level-headedness and sensibiliity that he’d tried to maintain since the confirmation of makishima’s existence, but as he swallows coarsely and a bitter aftertaste coats his tongue, kogami thinks that perhaps this hunt, makishima, whatever it is that he’s mapping out across the terrain’s of sybil’s jurisdiction might be driving him a little fucking insane. stiffness sets into his knuckles again, fingers clasped around the lighter. it takes him another second to finally ignite the flame, hues clinging to his features like molten gold. without sparing a second thought, and perhaps testing what’s left of his luck, kogami’s shoe taps lightly at ginoza’s side, for old times’ sake.

“liven up. you can start by punching me in the face if you see me derail too far from the path and be done with it.”

his jaw continues to tighten as he listens, the frustration clearly building. despite that, he does his best to mask it. the words don't seem to strike the chord Kogami might have intended. Part of him can appreciate the vulnerability, but there's a much stronger, overwhelming part of him that still only sees and hears utter betrayal.

"You're sorry," his tone biting as he turns to face him, "do you even understand what that means anymore? or is it just something you say when you know you've gone too far?"

there's a pause, his lips pressing into a thin line as if debating whether or not to even bother continuing. was he worth it? the words are already there, bubbling beneath the surface, ready to spill out. clearly, he's worth it. he exhales sharper, trying to regain some sense of control over the emotions tightening in his chest.

"You speak of Sasayama like his ghost is the only one in the story." his tone sharper, more pointed. "Like the rest of us don't have our own burdens to carry." wasn't that the point? Life being a constant cycle of suffering, and continuing to persevere? "But the difference between you and me, Kogami, is that I'm still trying to make something of this life. While you–" he has to refrain, as the emphasis is with a raised tone, "you're stuck in the past, chasing a memory, a history you can't change. You keep telling yourself this is the only way forward."

much like the story, Moby Dick – like Captain Ahab and his obsessive pursuits.. and if tale goes to show... the consequences of obsesion and the fine line between justice and revenge never end well for the martyr. "but, it's not forward, is it?" his voice wavers a moment, a crack once again, he has to contain himself. "I don't need your apologies. Sasayama's death doesn't give you the exclusive tight to a path of self-destruction."

he steps closer, the tension between them palpable now, "You think you're the only one who's lost someone?" he forces his composure back into place. he'd lost his father and thought of it every time he walked through this damned building. lost his best friend, in more ways than one. but he didn't let it consume. or , so he thinks, anyway.

he turns his head away, shaking it, shoulders taut. "I can't make you care about the people who are still here." him, namely. for a moment it seems like he might stop there, but he glances back at him. his features are suffused with a mix of anger, remorse, and resignation. "I'm tired of burying people who matter to me." he pause a beat. "Don't make me bury you, too."

// @einshi

“ never understood why you were such a book worm, but for the life of me, I can’t seem to put this one down. ” it’s a nasty habit of vein’s to touch everything in liu xiao’s dorm when he enters. he’s a collector of high class trinkets and designer goods. anyone with a keen eye would be attracted to all he’s got. this Shakespeare hardcover has his eye. “ you never told me why this one draws you in so much, guess one day I’ll know, ” crimson red eyes twinkle in humor. still so much he was learning about liu xiao. “ my heartbeat. you hear it, don’t you? what can you gather, from someone like me? ”  to lx 😏

“did you know, there are people who can lower their heartbeats to the minimum?” he says thoughtfully.

which wouldn’t be that much of a problem, he thinks, if they weren’t weaponized for warfare or spies. when vein made his way to him, liu xiao remained seated on the couch, his eyes falling briefly on the black tea at the table. he feels more than he sees the approach, vein’s silhouette distorted by the rippling surface of dark-tinted liquid. he doesn’t need to look up to know he’s smiling, all sharp teeth and confidence. he liked that about vein.

“you are faring well, if that’s what you’d like to hear.” praises are earned, he supposes, and vein has done more than enough for liu xiao to allow him this much. “manipulating heartbeats is not impossible, it can be done with training, but asking for a reading when you are prepared for it makes for poor evidence of self-control.”

when he looks up, his eyebrows raise in an apologetic gesture, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose and the brief connection between gazes holds up for as long as his finger taps lightly on his crossed legs, echoing the rhythm as he hears it: steadfast, in the beginning, but it picks up around the moment where vein’s attention becomes captured, two predators measuring each other from the limits of their territories. 

watching for a reaction, liu xiao smiles, “what your heart tells me right now is that you’re confident. you’re certain that i won’t notice you’ve been stalling. for what, that i cannot tell. you’ll have to do it yourself. what is that you want to say so badly that it’ll make you skim through shakespeare?”

@burntpa1ace