Thinking About How Kogami Must've Felt Alone All This Time, Like Time Would Pass And He'd Never Be Truly
thinking about how kogami must've felt alone all this time, like time would pass and he'd never be truly seen, all that comes with it, and he'd probably resigned to make do with the world he had at hand but the catalyst to his switch into discovering aspects of himself that hed never thought existed was no other than makishima and even after he's long dead, kogami still invokes his ghost because that's the only person who's ever truly understood him, and by killing him kogami sentenced himself to that cycle of isolation
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thinking about how 80% of Gojo's character is intrinsically connected to Geto's, you can't separate one from the other without taking away something fundamental. Teacher Gojo exists because of Geto, his speech manner is as it is now because of Geto's reprimanding, his only weakness is Geto, all his nightmares always take him back to that place 10 years ago, he killed the higher ups with Geto in mind expecting to catch up to him. It's always Geto.
Suguru. Suguru. Suguru.
── you hold onto what you have; you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you. // multi-muse as penned by geese . canon-compliant . unaffiliated
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active muses:
JJK: * suguru geto * gojo satoru
BLEACH: * ulquiorra schiffer * aizen sousuke
CHAINSAW MAN: * angel devil * makima * yoshida hirofumi * aki hayakawa * yoru
RECORD OF RAGNAROK: * beelzebub * hades * poseidon
SAKAMOTO DAYS: * gaku * osaragi
GOLDEN KAMUY: * ogata hyakunosuke
LINK CLICK: * liu xiao (testing)
TOKYO GHOUL: * yomo renji
BUNGO STRAY DOGS: * fyodor dostoyevski * nakahara chuuya
MORIARTY THE PATRIOT: * sherlock holmes * albert james moriarty
PSYCHO PASS: * kogami shinya
KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN: * rokudo mukuro
OMNISCIENT READER'S VIEWPOINT: * yoo joonghyuk
TGCF: * hua cheng
DGM: * tyki mikk
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thank you for reading! the name is geese, 25+ she/her they/them
kissing your client enemy while holding them at knife point / a kiss to end sexual tension. @ lx ( -and then xf goes missing…. jk )
wired-shut jaw, the distant throb of his arm. the blade’s kiss around his throat is cold and unyielding, much like the blue fire behind xia fei’s pupils. he feels more than he notices the anger: it leaks through the pores, dark and thick like tar, painting everything the color of the night. liu xiao can only affirm the imprisonment by offering a smile, willful, calm as the breeze: “it isn’t me who you’re looking for. i know you’ve heard about powers, but mine aren’t something so significant that you ought to consider me a prime suspect in vein’s death.”
as if on cue, the very mention of vein’s name garners him a hiss through sharp teeth, knife pressed deeper and more cruelly into tender skin. any more than this and the fibers will give in under the sharpness of it.
liu xiao often thought about fear.
when he was young, and naive, and his brother was still alive, liu min asked him why he wasn’t scared of the dark as he was. they shared the same blood, the same upbringing, so why was it?
is it because you’re younger?
that’s foolish, shouldn’t the older brother be more brave? he’d asked.
it’s instinct, he supposes. he’d come to the conclusion that some people are meant to fear, to feel it as something strictly human. others lay awake in the dark and trembled - not like the first people did but for something else entirely. it’s a simple fact, knowing you have something to lose, something that awaits dormant in a corner that makes it all so terrifying.
loss, pain, regret.
liu xiao doesn’t know what he’s afraid of, but it might have been something less substantial. something that can’t be controlled.
he also knows that he should’ve drawn his own knife.
their figures blend with their surroundings, the alley growing darker and narrower as the sun is engulfed in an array of blue and purple shades, both of them perched in the shadows just out of sight of the main streets and unwitting eyes. if xia fei’s come this far, he could have easily slipped past vein’s monitoring, their defenses and out of the cover of anonymity, given his missing status. but instead he’d come here, looking for answers, body drawn flush and steady against liu xiao’s own that it was almost comical that he hadn’t noticed it before. xia fei is as dangerous a piece on the board as the rest, especially when gaining partial awareness.
“why is that you’ve come, besides asking — well, demanding, information. ” his gaze darts from the knife to xia fei’s expression, wary, so close that he could feel the damp touch of hot breath as it crept along his mouth. his answer comes and he’s not surprised by it: soft lips and a hungry bite, tasting like copper and pounding adrenalin. red blossoms from his wounded lip, making his heart catch in his throat.
what was he afraid of?
not death. not the dark.
the leap that his stomach brings him closer to fear than he’s ever been. so there are other ways - some other way that humans could be hurt that they feared more than dying. dark eyes stare back at xia fei, stained with the usual hues of apathy and quiet amusement - black, unmarred, like gunpowder. the sting of steel against flesh. it’s his own special agony. “why was that? to kill me? you should be more ruthless, i might grow fond of this new you.”
@limel1ghts
@einshi sasayama vc: kogami out here dressed like he’s trying to take the reverend’s daughter out on a date
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.
❝ when there is greed, there is hope. ❞ ( from manami <3 )
‘ men who live by the waterfall cease to hear it, ever heard of that phrase? ’ is what he offers, fingers idly skimming through the pages.
the monthly statements are a formality, mostly managed internally. numbers tell no lies — numbers are exact, constant, always true to what they represent, unlike the humans that arrange them in fine paper and leather folders. suguru gives a last glance at the paper and turns his attention back to her, ‘perhaps i’ve got playing the pious deity to these monkeys down to a fine art so well that i no longer hear them complaining about their diminishing shares. ’
the view outside is painted in dull oranges, perfectly content with being swallowed by the quick-spilling dark of the night. there’s always been a mean air about her, too. as if cut by the same razor, their sharp edges complemented each other in funny ways. the carpet snaps shut in his hand, back pressed lightly against the windowsill.
‘ well, diminishing is too generous. they weren’t getting any more than what they deserved as creatures at the bottom of the food chain. scavengers like them did always make for greedy little things, and this cult is run precisely because their ambitious bellies are filled with misguided faith. so on. ’
‘ it’s rare for you to point it out in that way, however. ’ suguru’s gaze is bold and unflinching, peering up from beneath the veil of dark bangs and shadowed by the setting sun. it’s in that moment that all truth is stripped bare, he thinks, because the otherworldliness of the room pushes him further into honest curiosity: ‘ am i thinking too much, manami? ’
@koseigu
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
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