I Totally Don’t Ever Rp With U Bc U Never Gave Me The Insane Duo Of Makima And Gojo

❝  you will never gain fame from your fighting. does this surprise you?  ❞ @aizen

‘ that you see my actions as absolutes is a mistake of its own. gain and loss are subjective, the rabbit whose death is quick and painless has gained more than the fox whose only hunt for the winter is a small rodent. ’

the pursuit of something intangible is beyond any other death reaper’s understanding. that is what initially separated kings from gods, gods from the nothingness that follows. for him to be able to reach that which cannot be grasped, a lifetime of this became a curse of its own though curse is a strong word to describe the inner machinations of what his heart truly desired. sousuke doubts it’s so simple to say during idle conversation, even less when there’s a key to each of his senses, darkness unfolding and endlessly shrouding them had it not been for the particles of reiatsu softly moving like fireflies at dusk.

it takes him a moment to reconsider his words, the intention to further elaborate long subdued and replaced with something austere, though a tad bit malicious. in the end, he could not entirely separate himself from poisoning what doesn’t care to see him.

‘ does it surprise me? it does not. because i never humored the thought from the beginning. ’

@kagehanabira

the store had been adorned with plenty of different chocolates, arranged by colors or by price. blue is the color that suits Xia Fei most - it makes him think of the sea, its unpredictability, its whims and beauty. Liu Xiao picks a blue box, golden ribbon. He hands the box to Xia Fei as he rings the coffee he's ordered. No words exchanged besides thank you, bye. He doesn't really wait to confirm whether the gift is tossed to the garbage or accepted. In a sense, it's better that way.

unprompted. ╱ @einshi.

  there’s an effort to temper his impatience, holding back his frown from pulling any lower. with his arms crossed and burning golden eyes, he stares intensely at liu xiao. of course, he takes his sweet time, browsing chocolates in a high-end cafe that doubles as a chocolatier. a roll of his eyes. rich people. soft conversations and rows of confectionaries add to the calm atmosphere. but his voice certainly did not. “ couldn’t you have done this after? i have other places to be, ” a blatant lie, meeting with him was the last task on his agenda for the day, “ if you’re gonna keep me waiting, you can’t tell him i wasn’t playing nice with you. ” there’s a glimpse at the hand that chooses the sweets, but xia fei lets a sigh drag from his lips to make a point that he was on borrowed time. his time. time meant to be spent with himself after an exhausting day.

  gradually, his eyes wander, passively taking in his surroundings. the shop itself was far beyond maintained. despite playful decor to fit the valentine’s theme, the design echoed bridon’s aristocratic roots. a few portraits depicting these streets from centuries past, a plaque honouring the founder. nothing flashy, but there’s a tasteful touch of historic flare. perhaps he’ll stop by again on his own in the coming weeks.  

  “ —eh!? ” his distracted self is the receiver of a gift box. one he never asked for, or necessarily needed - or cared to get, for that matter. “ what is this?! ” he blurted the words without hesitation, causing a few curious glances his way. liu xiao briskly takes his leave from there, but xia fei isn’t done yet. “ hey! you can’t leave me here with this! ” the click of a phone camera drains his complexion pale. he turns, noting a few heads retreating and thumbs tapping away on phones. did they recognize him? oh no… “ liu xiao!! get back here! ” the entrance bell softly chimes as xia fei pushes past, hurrying after his troublesome client…

back to more serious things I think that aside from gathering curses during exorcism in his cult, geto also uses the properties he received from his sponsors as donations and turns them into shelters or any form of charity organization directed to nonsorcerer population because that way the negativity constantly circulating those places becomes curses or at the very least guide him to where the curses are gathered.

the use of a charity institution was a choice not from the kindness of his heart because he has no love for ordinary humans, it's a fiscal strategy so he can launder money for the expenses needed during his travels across the country in search of said curses for the upcoming parade.

reviving my kogami muse is the best thing that's happened, didn't think I still had it in me now yall will have to deal with me writing 1818382839616672 paragraphs of kogami character analysis each new reply

❛  i have no intention of turning back.  ❜ uryu, for szayelaporro

code geass: lelouch of the rebellion starters // @foremyth

‘ oh, i assure you, i have no intention of pursuing you. ’

laugh comes swiftly, like it was surprised out of him. what exactly will the effort amount to? pride, pride, pride. that frivolous, insignificant thing — humans should’t gloat about what they can’t keep from slipping through the cracks, through the space between their fingers. much less a man who’s barely standing on his two legs, prisoner of his own silly, petulant thoughts.

how horrid! die, die, die.

‘ — and i urge you to please notice that you’re, by no means, in any position to make a decision. see, it’s impractical. your legs are broken, i’ve made sure to keep the fractures to their lowest degree so the goods — you lot — are not damaged beyond repair. but that must have been my own mistake. your tongue should’ve gone first and before all your organs. ’

can we please take a moment to appreciate black shirt gojo

Always vibes~

@hourdive

had to do that one meme

@cursedfell

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing (so devoted the lines blur)

[ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face ( gojo @ geto. make it hurt )

a shadow crosses his face, then, like clouds passing over the sun. he tastes blood numbing the back row of his teeth, he testes the joints, thumb and index finger pressed around his jaw. everything seems back place. save for the hair that sticks to his sweat-damped forehead, he’s the perfect image of nonchalance. suguru laughs only after he’s made stock of it, a shallow rumble, humorless. “did it make you feel better? i hope it did. there won’t be a second time.”

he could hear the flickering lights, electricity’s vibrations as though every lightbulb was close to give out at any moment and submerge them in total darkness. that would make it easy, should he opt to kill satoru here. but he figures he’d prefer watching it, make sure their eyes meet before one of them huffs out their last breath. the bandages around his knuckles are tight as they were from the beginning, satoru’s shirtless frame bathed in the dim lights and a perfect contrast to the concrete walls closing in around them, the longer their attention remained on each other. suguru’s sides are bruised, he can feel it as he swallows in air. not a ruptured rib but something else. as for his face… well, all he had left was the vague hope that it wouldn’t swell come morning.

“isn’t it a tragedy? that we couldn’t do this when we were younger.” he recalls in that moment how many times they’d come close to defeat one another. 

though the competition was a half-hearted attempt at showing off their prowess, the confrontation never escalated into anything worthy worrying about by the standers. for masamichi, however, it was the source of many headaches. looking back now, and their current positions, sizing each other up within the limits of their territories, blooded and dirty, anything from years past might as well have been a childish dream. it hurt, because deep down they wanted it to hurt. if that was satoru’s attempt - suguru’s own attempt at channeling misery elsewhere, the broken shards, he wasn’t exactly sure what to do once the feeling had been conveyed. the only thing he’s sure of, and the reason they’re here, exchanging blows, is that he wants satoru to look nowhere else. focus on me.

“try to get your memories back, satoru. when have you ever defeated me in hand-to-hand combat?” a sharp kick, a flip in the air, and his other heel connects with satoru’s jaw. “an eye for an eye.”

suddenly they’re seventeen again, his cocky grin and the raised fists taunting him, goading satoru into something harsher, because jumping head on to a challenge has always been his virtue and his biggest weakness. suguru laughed, again, the sound echoing in the vacant room in a way that the previous one hadn’t. suguru lures him in, flitting two fingers at satoru’s wide-eyed expression. “try even closer, satoru. i have yet to pay you back for the headlock from earlier.”

@koseigu