SHINYA 🧡

think of a young boy disconnected from the spiritual world as sorcerers know it, an ordinary human who upon gaining consciousness he realized that he's able to see what others can't and not only are his eyes unveiled to the creatures roaming in the shadows, he's also able to consume them, to dominate them, to make them hurt when he wants to wound others, what exactly does it take for him to realize it and when does he do it? Who was the first person that he hurt, what did the first ingestion taste like : vomit, garbage, a wet rag? we really know very little about geto and yet he's still a constant presence in the narrative, the ghost that's constantly at the corner of your eye or clinging to your back. thinking hard about this tbh

"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."

once again on semi-hiatus 🫠 work is hell

KISS ME .. an assortment of kissing prompts .

sharing a kiss while sitting by a campfire.

a kiss that leaves behind lipstick marks.

a kiss given between ocean waves.

kissing your lover because you believe you're going to die.

kissing the tears that roll down your lover's cheeks.

a kiss while being held bridal style.

a playful kiss given between laughter.

finally kissing the friend you've been yearning for.

kissing your enemy while holding them at knife point.

a kiss in the aftermath of a fight.

forbidden lovers sharing a kiss in the shadows.

kissing down your lover's body.

kissing at a crowded party.

a kiss shared against a tree.

a kiss to end sexual tension.

kissing to pretend that you are in a relationship together.

a kiss to prove you no longer have feelings for your lover.

a kiss shared to make someone else jealous.

a kiss that leads to undressing each other.

a kiss to say goodbye.

kisses against a wound.

a kiss to the forehead, meant to soothe.

a kiss to the neck from behind.

an 'i love you but i can't be with you' kiss.

an 'i'm in love with someone else, but you're here' kiss.

passionate kisses that end in ripped clothing.

an 'i forgive you' kiss.

a kiss shared at a masquerade ball.

your lover going to walk away, but you grab them and pull them back in for a kiss before they go.

a kiss shared underneath fireworks.

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

Tyki

(DGM chapter 250)

Kaname being blinded by Zero

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜ (sugimoto at ogata)

a piece of you for every piece of me.

pain is what he feels first. like the first intake of breath at birth. second comes remembrance, the recollection of moments fluttering in repetition: the arrow, razor-sharp cuts on his face, the vacancy, sugimoto’s voice calling his name and grounding him to reality, to life. ogata’s chests heaves in a desperate attempt at regaining full consciousness and control of his body, limbs gone weak with misuse and the feverish haze blurring every corner keeps him nauseous enough to remain pressed to the makeshift bed.

his throat goes dry, voice rasp and low like sandpaper. “enough.” is all ogata manages to say.

there’s something… something odd in the words that made ogata’s hair stand on end. he’d felt this general unease before: bile accumulating in his mouth, the chill of a ghost in-passing, crawling through their feet. 

they’d faced the ruthless winter in Hokkaido, storms that devoured everything that crossed their path. rampaging wolves, ravenous, a wounded beast with a mouth covered in fangs. sugimoto isn’t so different from it. he’d sunk his teeth deep into flesh, rip apart anything that made him hungry enough, and in that manner, ogata could find a strange affinity for whatever this static was, between them. but anything beyond that mirroring ambition — for the gold, or the appetite for destruction —, turned every passing second into a reminder that he should’ve killed him, that he should’ve made sure that sugimoto wouldn’t come back and root himself in the back of his mind.

the warmth of sugimoto’s body half-pressed against him floods him with unnerving, pristine clarity: their proximity, the way silence seems so loud and piercing when all he can hear is the pounding in his head, sweat gone cold. 

he can smell sugimoto, the scent of blood and deer innards, the scent of a monster, the same as he is.

not this, what he’s pretending to be, what he’s pretending they can be as though the mere hint of normalcy can strip away every sin that keeps him awake and haunted. 

the asymmetry of sugimoto’s scar comes into clear view, air gone thick and heavy; ogata’s hand moves by reflex, wrenching sugimoto’s jaw away from his face, gaining him the opposite effect: sugimoto is wide awake, eyes flashing gold in the dark, arm pinning down ogata with as much ceremony as taking down cattle.

ogata laughs, mirthless, head thrown back and eye rolling back to his skull, delirium and exhaustion ebbing at the dregs of his consciousness.

“i said enough. i don’t know what kind of game you think you’re playing, but creeping up on people in their sleep is foul play even for someone like you.”

words drag on sluggishly between rasps and morphine, what’s left of it in his system, weak. it’s not as threatened as it is pitiful, the mournful cry of a wounded animal. ogata attempts to focus his attention back on sugimoto’s scars, his amber eyes, the crease of his eyebrows drawn up in confusion. this is what he prefers, this is what he knows best. anger is easy, predictable. “we’re not in the trenches, i’m sure you can ask someone a little more lively to take care of your needs for you. unless this is the kind of thing you’re into.”

@lustraveil

Geto look alike competition in my place tomorrow night

Caught my daughter with yugioh cards so i made her smoke the whole pack