Think Of A Young Boy Disconnected From The Spiritual World As Sorcerers Know It, An Ordinary Human Who

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𝙨𝙯𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 @crowned-peony

The kogami to Sherlock pipeline needs to be studied, I remember being there when queen Hikaru sensei (pp IT mangaka) released the koumaki gun licking art and continously made suspiciously charged art of them until the day came when she released and Co-produced Moriarty the patriot whose main two guys look suspiciously like Makishima and Kogami and (spoilers ahead) curiously the detective and criminal both fake their deaths and run away to a foreign country where they spend a great deal of years in cohabitation, witnessing this evolution is truly something to analyze

[anon hate] how can i name JUST ONE?! i was so taken by your geto the first time i came across him 😭 he is so far gone in his own beliefs yet somewhere in him his past still resonates and i love those moments where that human part of him still flickers ( like the nagi / haibara comparison ✨). not to mention how i adore when writing paints a picture because stories are always fun when you see the pictures - and having that abstract imagery just further brings your writing to life and i LOVEEEE SEEING IT. then there’s the wit that each character you play seems to have, kaiser, liu xiao, ( gojo too even if he’s not exactly a villain - ) … ALSO I LOVE HOW YOU PLAY VILLAINS!! you’re another writer who isn’t afraid to convey the darker aspects of your muse/s and show off their morally skewed perception. AND - and and and!!!! the fact that you hit the nail on the head with liu xiao when there was like 20 seconds of content of him before yingdu.

bravo, gold star. 20/10 writer would recommend. xia fei hands lx an autographed photo with a kiss mark 💋 ( ignore that im on cxs this is anon hate remember - ) [/anon hate]

There would be no Liu xiao without you and bug making me lock in to finish link click 😭🙏🙏🙏🙏I owe you guys my life. Already told you but I'm a huge fan of ur writing and I love every single crazy au sprouting in the moment. don't think for a second that the roommates au is over there's a lot more muses ready to move in too at this point the whole place is gonna be packed coughs the photo studio coughs. Tysmmmm ILY and everything you create 😻 @hourdive

@lustraveil cont. // kogami shinya

mourning over casualties that have not come breeds bad habits. 

the thing is a vice: a man’s mind wanders, wonders; it’s precisely men like gino who are susceptible to the mercies of a general force that is brutal and unkind. some called it regret. kogami associated it more with the gut feeling of impending confrontation, the thrill of a foxhunt. maybe he’s not wrong, maybe he’s doing all of this for himself, but it’s not a lie that every time he rolls that name on his tongue, sasayama’s face comes to view. the taste is dark and sour, like vinegar and unlike the pale hues that mirror the devil’s own appearance. makishima. makishima. makishima shogo.

kogami feels his own hand tighten around the handrail, eyes coming shut on their own accord as if to keep him isolated in the eternity of these impulses, itching to take control. but not here.

a sharp tug at his thoughts and he’s back in the moment, cold breeze signaling the end of autumnal skies, reminding him where he stood, where he is at present. reality shatters whatever spell he was under, and, vaguely dizzy, kogami rips his gaze away from the darkness. another drag from his cigarette, smoke filling his throat, his lungs, any part of him with the capacity to harbor it and toss it back into the night like a ghostly whisper. he desperately wished he was better at hiding his true thoughts - make it less evident to the prying eyes of the people he knew and knew him in return. it was a weakness. his greatest.

‘ you’re not entirely wrong. i might be doing this for myself. some nights i lay awake, thinking about what the last thing sasayama saw could be. was it the knife used to rip at his flesh? or was it the chemicals used to preserve all his components like the poor attempt of a puppeteer? no matter what, the images come one after another like an old movie. i can see it and i can hear it. it’s not something pleasant by any means. it’s not something any human being ought to live with. ’ 

what could he possibly say to excuse himself after this? 

that he arrived late, back then, because that is how fate had it prepared for them? 

that he took that turn on the street because a larger force willed it? 

it’s not so poignant a narrative, this is merely the byproduct of someone else’s cruelty, the loss of morality when morality is defined by a bunch of binary numbers and rainbow scales. and in a world such as that, where punishment befalls those who are left to the whims of a machine, he ought to learn to produce his own knives. perhaps the city of the future will fall back on reservists, the dregs of society who daydreamed of living by the blade, by their raw desires, a world where they can see the whites of their enemies eyes before they bury the sharp edge on their throats should they wish to. a second lie, then, it would be to say that he didn’t hope for a violent end like this. 

perhaps apologies would come later. perhaps he wouldn’t need them.

the fragility of impermanence. there’s barely anything left of his old life that he could call his, excluding gino and the rest. he’s sinking in quicksand, knows that better than anyone else. he releases the cigarette from the entanglement of his fingers, crushes it under the sole of his soe. he should walk away now — not from here, the physical, but from the path to execution that he’s been making for himself, instead of clinging to the shallow strands of hope that makishima might be closer to his grip than he’s ever been before, that he could’ve reached this point before had he done anything differently.

resentment isn’t something that he can easily escape. he could run all he wanted, but sasayama’s presence would always be there, haunting and everlasting, boring into the back of his skull in silent judgement.

he turns around, elbows on the rail, head tossed back to once again drink in the fresh air, ‘ i’ve spent one too many nights agonizing over what to do and this is the conclusion i’ve reached. you want me to promise you something but i can’t give it. i’m sorry, gino. ’

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i take it back writing 1983218942893 paragraphs is not enough i gotta add one more and then one more and another and maybe another for good measure and

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

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