"But The Truth Is, Kogami, It's Not About Whether You Drag Us Down. It's About Whether You Even Care

what color character are you?

 MUSE   VS   MUN.

grey/black. you are intense, cool, pragmatic, and incredibly streetwise. you follow your convictions through and are great in a crisis. you are able to get what you want and protect others easily. just remember that letting your emotions take control doesn't make you weak, it only increases what you can do. examples of grey/black characters include cinna (the hunger games, mj (spiderman homecoming/far from home), edward cullen (twilight), and mai (avatar the last airbender)

blue. you're pragmatic and love to learn, and have a taste for the intellectually minded few. you have a good heart and moral compass, and an eternal curiosity that guides you in all of your endeavors. remember to take care of yourself, the world can be a difficult place and you deserve to rest every once in awhile. examples of blue characters are chidi anagonye (the good place), beth harmon (the queens gambit), t'challa (black panther), and alice cullen (twilight)

edit: forgot to tag people @psielapki @cymerae @12reset @hourdive @koseigu

depends how many bottles you count as too many.

#or daddy#/gets shot by a mysterious guy wearing a hat

did he take too many benadryls...

❝  you feel misled; you were promised victory.  ❞

song of achilles rp starters // @inverteds

extremities go limp, gravity's pull coming from all directions as his back flattens perfectly against the wet soil. mud clings to his hair - he figures it’ll be a hassle to wash it off the tips when he gets back, if he makes it back at all. the man’s heel buries deeper into his sternum, a heron’s hungry dive into the water, pressing the last mouthful of air out of him.

victory is one thing. success on the mission meant keeping riko alive, make her choices worth it and all that came afterwards. but this? this is worse than loss. if suguru didn’t know better, he might interpret it as the hunter’s reticent way of pointing out his failures, of calling him weak. the snide in his sharp eyes tells him a different story.

‘ promised is a strong word. it doesn’t matter at all to you, does it? save your pity for the ones who want it. ’ voice flat, careful. the perpetual calm is replaced by asinine courage: lying there, beneath his foot, nothing about his stance cautions for upcoming danger. it’s pitiful, the quivering in his throat treacherous as spring ice. his eyes narrow, preparing for whatever that’ll become of him after this:

‘ you don’t need to worry about it. worry about that luck of yours running out before the pay out for this hit and kill does. ’

his expression becomes inscrutable, looking him dead in the eye, before everything turns dark. 

there’s only black water beneath, a cold and grasping undertow. 

and then, nothingness.

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

sorry I beat the shit out of you I have a really big crush on you and I got nervous

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day bled into night, unusually warmer than the previous days, making it easier to smell the humidity off the soil and grass within the first minutes of darkness. it’s the perfect combination to make insects of all kind drop their guard, like now. 

suguru stands below the lamplights, only a step away from the vending machines and his face is lit with the artificial lights but he doesn’t mind the reflection. his attention is focused on his palm, which lays open in the air as he watches a big, brown moth land on its surface. a piece of its wing is missing - bitten off, more like. the little thing struggles to even reach a vertical line with them, before they collapse back at its sides.

this place is full of broken things, he thinks.

sorcerers were a rare breed and so much rarer it was to make them submit to the rules and formalities of jujutsu society as it was. yaga’d been vocal about it, just the right amount to keep them aware, but leaving out any personal bias that could put him in a bad position with the higher ranks. they pulled boys and girls from across the country, the dregs of sorcery, until they filled up the classrooms with the bare minimum attendance. he figured they brought Haibara from the countryside, judging his accent. Nanami? he supposed a witch or two could be traced back in the family tree. if the letter came now, he doubted it would convince him the same way it did back then.

bitterness coats his tongue in a dull flavor. his fingers curl instinctively and the moth is crushed beneath. it’s late when he notices, the creature resembling pieces of torn paper, no hint of its previous nature. suguru clicks his tongue and wipes the remains lazily against his pants.

he hears more than he notices footsteps coming from behind. he’s pulled from his position before he can do anything about it, ‘  satoru? ’ 

stale air is replaced by a familiar scent, the solidness of a body pressed against his back and satoru’s arms are fast to wound around his waist. needy? probably, but he doesn’t mind. his gestures have the petulance of a kid whose favorite toy has been returned to him, though he knows satoru’s attachment has more depth to it than ownership. suguru’s head tilts only slightly, until he can make out the messy hair haloed by the moonlight.

‘  did yaga send you to find me? or are you that enthusiastic for conversation? both seem likely.  ’  he lets out

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?

before  bed  kiss. 🧍🏾‍♂️ souma and mr geto sir.

it’s in bed that he feels the most restless.

like an earthquake, memories that he’d long since buried would resurface, the epicenter of which started with the familiar voices of old classmates and friends murmuring his name, in the dark, sometimes obtaining a physical form in the corner, sometimes as lingering touch on the set of his brows, ghostly as thin air. he rolls up on his bed and is greeted by the blurry vision of still curtains. summer’s embrace coated him in a layer of sweat, uncomfortable enough that lying down and still on his mattress does little to appease the thoughts swirling in his mind. 

it’s until he grasps at the strings of consciousness that he notices the body lying next to him, the soft breathing pressing at his sides as though cradling a new-born bird in hand, warm and fragile to the touch. the night sat still, eerily so. if a pin dropped, maybe souma and him would’ve been able to hear it echo in the quietness of the room.

“can’t sleep?” more like an observation than a question, suguru whispers from his position, his voice a hiss as though every syllable carried the weight of exhaustion as they left his lips. though this night is like any other, souma’s presence in his room is entirely new. not for the first time he’s overcome with urge to touch him, unsure whether the souma in front of him is corporeal or a midnight illusion, a haunting presence to torture his lonely soul.

or an escape.

suguru blinks weariness away, a single digit traces the sharp dip of souma’s nose, then down to his lips. there, his skin is greeted by the warmth of his shallow breathing. he remembered, then, like a flame flickering before it’s put out, the taste of those lips against his own. 

they’d been soft, feather-like, and bittersweet. it had none of the innocence he imagined, so foreign, and he remembered having to chase after the sensation, as though it eluded him, not out of fear but something else entirely. ‘have you been told’ he’d said in an undertone, burying his nose in the crook of his shoulder, lips pressed onto sun-kissed skin and into a thin smile, ‘that you’re like a scaredy cat.’

although he meant nothing bad by it, his words gained him a light reprimand, and the moment subdued into quietness and then into deep sleep. he wondered how long souma had lay awake, if he’d waited for suguru to open his eyes and pick up from they stopped - the conversation or the intimate exchange altogether. he glances at the clock on his bedside. it’s way past midnight.

“usually, people are scared of the dark.” the hand that touched souma’s face had moved down, two fingers waltzed across his arm and the dip of his waist, voice going down by a few octaves, “sorcerers aren’t the exception. i believe that there’s an irony in that. we’re born with the ability to stare into the dark, the blackest darkness you can imagine, and yet we can conjure a primal fear like that. if a darkness curse existed, i wonder if it would be something that can be exorcised. it’s rhetorical, you don’t have to answer.”

a pause. their gazes meet, gold and grey, the shades of a cloudy sky. though it’s too hot outside to bring their bodies closer, the proximity mirrors the feeling of spilled blood.

“are you afraid of the dark?”

@sukareo

help…..

Would you ever consider writing Nanami, Toji, or Sukuna?

Based off my blog, what other characters could you see me Roleplay as?

NOT NANAMI AGAIN HELPPP, maybe this is a divine message to actually get to it and write him omg... two suggestions too many, will re-read the manga to see if the muse latches onto me.

as for toji and sukuna... wrote toji briefly for a couple discord rps but that's the end of it, the muse didn't stick but that's probably because i don't have any sort of attachment to his wife which is like a big part of his character, and i dont really agree with most interpretations that he's only strictly a bad father. man did what he could within the realm of his possibilities so seeing the jjk universe in absolutes is kind of a disservice to them; the structure broke not only him but geto, gojo, haibara, nanami, etc. and that's a rabbit hole i dont like touching as to avoid discourse.

sukuna.... i think i prefer reading him and drawing him than to write him. actually just drawing him lmao i don't feel like my writing style fits his character bc mine is kinda introspective and he's a pragmatic nonhuman being, which is a bit difficult to write for me with my limited english orz that'd need more direct words that i dont know helppp

this got too long omg