Back In The Day I Used To Write Mikami Teru And Light Yagami And It Would Be A Lie To Say I Don't Miss

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thinking about how aizen makes it seem like a complex thing that he "looks down" on everyone but when you boil down everything that he's said and done all that he really means is that he's alone. his character shares this detail with gojo and makima, the feeling of isolation that comes with the crushing weight of power that goes beyond your peers' understanding, perfectly summarized by "the night beyond the tricornered window" quote:

"…for instance, the flower is beautiful. but if you don't know the words flower and beautiful, not only will you not be able to see beauty, you can't even see the flower."

it's nearly impossible for him to properly form a bond with someone who's not even able to see him, not past him, not his power, not his reiatsu. to him the soul society existed in a reality that restricted him, a system to which he was only tolerable so long as he submitted to its rules, but once he paced close to the boundaries he's handled as a threat.

i don't think there's really any "redeemable" part about him because redemption comes with change, change is not stagnant and although he is restrained his nature can't really be changed. it's like asking a snake to cut its fangs so it can live among mice. there's no real belonging in there.

it's only among those of close-range strength to his that he might come to feel like he's among equals, the illusion of companionship and isn't that ironic? that the zanpakuto, shaped from his soul and very core, is able to shift the reality as we know it with our senses?

anyway i just think that no matter what there'll always be a divide bewteen him and others not from conscious action but the natural rejection to that which doesn't care to understand you.

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

he’d call this a poor excuse of a foxhunt, if he’d intended to hunt william at all.

what you are is chasing skirts, Mycroft had said, mistaking alliance for attraction: Irene — who is no more, had never been source of interest, much less temptation. but Mycroft had been right about one thing: he’d been bewitched, possessed by something unearthly and older than mankind. it festered up on his bones, left no trace of his original components. it’s the damnedest thing, really, to want something that eludes you, runs from your grasp. he’d seen it fall through his fingers like quicksand.

right now, it’s all entirely his. petty possessiveness, maybe, but he’s long since accepted that this is what william provoked in him: he brought out the madman in him, blood dripping into water, and the mixture had become an unholy union of good and bad. william may be a sinner of his own kind, and sherlock had chosen to play the role of his juror, butcher and the devil if he must. sherlock shifts in place, elbows placed languidly on his knees. from the bench, the city’s buildings almost look like bricks on the playground. william’s still quiet, as if waiting for his response.

“since the bridge, this is the most honest thing you’ve told me. excluding the confession from a moment’s ago, of course.” he jabs slightly at william’s pride, maybe payback for the scare of walking up into an empty room and messy sheets. satisfied by the remark, sherlock smoothly waltzes back into the next sentence, “you know exactly what i want. i’m betting a big coin that you’ve known for a long time, and still you denied me it above everything else. it’s late to ask me to hold back, knowing how far it’s taken me — us for that matter.”

a smirk escapes him, throwing a sideways glance at him. william’s hair glows under the sunlight, and though his face is partly scarred, none of the beauty that’d drawn him in from the start like a moth to a flame is marred. before he can stop himself, two fingers take a stand of gold-bathed hair, places it aside to take a long, good look of those features. yes, the face is a lure, and the mind behind it even more so. “it’s you.”

“what i want, i mean. it’s you, liam.”

@cursedfell

chat, my cousin keeps bringing up my ex during family reunions, do i hit on his crush y/n

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

can you share some of your thoughts on kogami and makishima?

help me

for that i'd have to also out my other ships sugimoto/ogata and sherlock/william, which also fall somewhere in the spectrum of psychosexual obsession.

i've written both makishima and kogami and based solely on the canon material it's undeniable that they are two sides of the same coin, perhaps made of the same stuff and you can't take one out of the map without ripping a fundamental part out of the other, their characters are complementary to each other and i think that if it weren't for their opposing roles they might've become "closer" as any rivals would be in a conventional world, but they are two unconventional minds in an unconventional setting so it was bound to end in death or mutual destruction for them. they're so alike and so different at the same time that for every trait that draws kogami towards makishima there's another opposing one that repels him. how scary it must be that there is someone who you have not yet seen in person and only through photographs, through conversations, through myths, someone who might as well not exist and yet he knows everything about you and only you seem to understand the inner machinations of his mind even though you've never met? it's like chasing a ghost that's already possessed you, an apparition luring you deep in the abyss. i think that's what's charming about them tbh, the mutual obsession.

Jujutsu Kaisen 2nd Season - 15

⌕ sakamoto days • gaku.

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"let me see your hand" - 6918 🥺

here’s the charm about illusions: you can almost believe them.

it takes practice, a wild current of willpower to deceive oneself better than false replications, and perhaps that’s the trick of it: what is true and what is a lie? who’s to decide what the fabric of reality truly feels like under the touch? it’s a role reserved only for the strongest, that’s what he believes.

mukuro presses their palms flat against each other, sensing - believing that he is - the warmth that passes through leather gloves, pouring like hot liquid until something melts inside his ribcage. it’s all sorts of familiar: he’s felt it when victory is close, when the first breath of wind caught in his lungs after escaping the endless, pearl-white corridors of the facility in which they kept him and the rest. it had rained earlier that day, so the damp feeling stuck for days after that, shriveled skin and muddied feet.

it’s at that moment that he realizes he’s smiling. something mirrored in kyoya’s eyes, something that makes it harder to break away from the curious digits curling around his own. mukuro locks their gazes, narrowing the space in-between, “shyness doesn’t suit you, all things considered. although your fangs have long since been plucked out, i did always enjoy seeing you struggle to protect your dignity.”

hibari kyoya must think himself stronger than they’d last been, ten years ago. the moment mukuro’s words leave his mouth, he’s pulled closer and his collar is clased around a tight fist. it’s a thorny encounter, of sorts, but he welcomes it, for lack of anything better to do. a smirk tugs at mukuro’s lips - this temper… is endearing. 

his free hands lifts to tangle a loose strand of ink-black hair.

“see? that’s much better.”

@sukareo

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

LAST SONG I LISTENED TO : mushroomhead - solitaire

FAVORITE COLOR : black or red

CURRENTLY WATCHING : rewatching a bit of psycho pass while on the treadmill at the gym. sakamoto days too and severance every friday with bestie.

LAST MOVIE ╱ TV SHOW I WATCHED : watched Pearl last weekend. i support women's rights and wrongs. plan to watch X and Maxxine this weekend.

SPICY ╱ SAVORY ╱ SWEET : depends on the food but i'm mostly into spicy things because y'know... 🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : married to makima

LAST THING I GOOGLED : google translate so i could read a vietnamese socmed au on twitter lmao 😭

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