stop being assholes it's bad for the baby (me)
ni hao fine shyt
he only grins, a single finger pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he gives the other man a pointed look. " won't your boyfriend get jealous? not that he has to know, but it's just an observation. "
@hourdive
thinking hard about the line 'i loved you longer than i knew you' because i used it months ago for a piece i drew and it's been haunting me since bc that's how i imagine the dynamic between gojo and geto, spending only 3 years of their youth together but loving each other in distance for 10 more also this is the piece
❛ you should give it to her yourself. ❜
❝ ⸻ DOES IT MATTER … ? ❞
he stares listlessly at the dog good luck charm in his hands, turns it over once. tsumiki’s condition still stings fresh ; he can’t think of her without a stitch in his heart bursting open, without anxiety rising in his chest, making breathing an impossible task.
worse still is that he’s handled it alone — not physically, at least, as he knows gojo really has been doing what he can to get to the bottom of it, but mentally ; waiting until he’s isolated, alone in his room, hidden away from the rest of the world to even think of allowing everything to pour out, unwrap the bandages until it all runs dry.
he feels like a child to even have any stock at all in something like a good luck charm —
❝ it’s not going to wake her up. it’s just for my own stupid ego, isn’t it ? ❞
but even as he closes his hand into a fist around it, wants to squeeze the life out of something, shoulders starting to falter under the weight of his world falling around him, he’s gentle, won’t break it.
star wars: rise of skywalker sentences | still accepting !!
⋞ 憂国のモリアーティ ⋟ : Sherlock Holmes
Happy Belated Birthday Erica! @qvalcuno
"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
cheek kiss. ( mei mei for getito )
“unprompted sweetness won’t garner any favors, will it? i thought we’d agreed not to overdo with it as to not build debt on either side.” he speaks idly, head leant into the petal-soft kiss and when the lips part, he almost misses it.
experience tells him something must be given in exchange, a trade between devil and sin-abiding witch. it doesn’t quite feel like it this time, so he watches carefully as her posture regains the usual siren-like leisure. suguru revels in the embers left behind, right above his cheek, where their skin touched. sweet, addicting, as any poison should be.
and then he laughs. unbridled, like he hasn’t done in a long while.
perhaps it’s the familiar perfume, the drunken haze of fine liquor, but he can’t entirely blame the sake in his cup when there’s barely more than one and a half in his system. it can only be mirth, genuine bliss at her company. he’s growing sentimental. “well, not that it will stop you.”
taking as much as she wanted, giving little back in return. that is the way things are, that’s the way they’d been since the first time words were exchanged between them. and a little more than that, too, but he doesn’t dwell on memories past midnight. suguru lowers his cup with a tud.
“any other sorcerer would’ve stated their business since entering the room. while i do enjoy the company, i’d rather not assume that my executioner has been changed on such short notice. you probably won’t believe it, but i don’t enjoy spilling blood from my old comrades. i try not to, if i can help it.”
@koseigu
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.
maybe the real kaisen was the sugurus we fumbled along the way
#msgs ﹕ asks.#einshi#he thinks a random girl texted him by accident#yes to xf gojo sounds like a girl when he texts oof-
hey I showed you my cinnamoroll collection pls respond (Gojo)
wrong number?? maybe?? ╱ @einshi
( sms ) your plush|
( sms ) cute cinnas. a few rare ones too? ( sms ) looks like it at least. impressive. ( sms ) who is this?