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LX is just goth Gojo

what is ONE THING you like about the way i play my character?

❛  this is the choice — this is the point of no return.  ❜ / grimm to ulqui

🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. // @chipen

words are too abstract for reprimand. ulquiorra sees no fault in honesty, however quaint. what drives his senses into alert is the prospect of a fight: grimmjow isn’t the type of creature that will sit and obey, not without a baseless display of strength and the back row of teeth clenched and ready to bite authority. that is the charm of carnivorous species, their mouths are made for mauling.

though his voice attracts ulquiorra’s attention, bringing his steps to a halt, there’s little else to tempt him into wasting more time than necessary to hear an explanation.

‘ so you say. ’ patterns are obvious. bait is dangled in the shape of a discussion, perhaps he wants to divert ulquiorra’s focus elsewhere, using provocation. very well, two can play this game. ‘ or are you implying desertion? neither lord aizen or i have any interest in wayward soldiers. ’ 

cowardice is too direct, and he still hasn’t gotten the answer he wants to hear yet. grimmjow can’t hide truths for too long. the other espada have since scattered, each to their own section of the palace, so the only remaining figures in the hall are the two of them, separated only by the empty space and a couple of steps that, if his temper were any similar to grimmjow’s, he would’ve crossed the bridge moments ago. he’s more manageable when hungry, not like this.

ulquiorra eyes him once more, unsure what to make of this talk, ‘ for argument’s sake, let us believe there is a choice. what is your intent? i had assumed fighting was your main drive. you’re unpredictable as always. ’

#me erasing the stitches so i can see my princess

mother

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.

"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

Gojo's flip phone definitely has charms hanging from it, the anime may not have shown it but the truth was given to me by the gods

This isn’t how you’re going to die! I won’t let you!

I’m so glad you’re okay, Ogata! I’m gonna fucking kill you!

→ Sugimoto and Ogata in Golden Kamuy chapters 188 and 309, written by Satoru Noda.

Hea(rt)d - Shot. 🤍