โโโโโโโ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. when i move it pulls me closer, when i swim it drags me under. โ eldest brother of the death painting wombs.
#๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ independent portrayal of ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ from the ๐๐ช๐๐ช๐ฉ๐จ๐ช ๐ ๐๐๐จ๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐๐ง๐๐๐จ with sporadic activity in PST. written by vera and established 8/23/2024 ! minors and personals do not interact, i prefer a mature group to interact with due to the darker themes and content displayed on this blog. ( 18+ audience only ) not spoiler free and canon divergent since gege can't appreciate characters. please read my rules before following. duplicate friendly.
rule i.ย ย novella and multipara is my preferred writing style and i'm heavily plot driven so please don't be upset if my energy is being directed at those type of threads. usually certain dynamics call my motivation more, if we discuss things ooc then that's also a factor. i love chatting about our character interactions and that's a sure way to pick up my pace. so with that being said i don't really respond to open posts or one liners. unless we're on silly terms and you start up something. i'll be happy to play around.
rule ii. ย ย i don't enforce building blocks forย shipping . ( i don't follow to ship. i'm just easy to approach with it. ) if you throw me a crumb, i'll make it work and we can build it around prompts/discussions. i just ask that you show mutual initiative because nothing kills a budding relationship than lack of communication and interaction. i'll always try to send memes, and prioritize to the best of my abilities. i don't have jealousy issues for you pairing off with a duplicate, just know where the line is and don't copy paste our dynamic. โก keep your minors away from me. i don't write that stuff, or want to see it.
rule iii. ย ย yes, i will write onย discordย but i'm bias with showcasing things on tumblr. it's also available upon request, i tend not to be the first to hand it over due to me being a talkative person. i have adhd brain and sometimes i'm sporadically online to respond.ย but i adore making friends.
rule iv. ย ย best believe i'll follow first, i have anxiety but no one is safe.ย following is mutual based, i give about 1 week before soft blocking so you don't endure me refollowing on accident. i'm very particular on who i allow on my dash, so please be aware that i have a trigger happy finger on the block button.
rule v.ย ย so my ย phobias/triggersย and what i don't want to see are as follows: animal death, pedophilia, pregnancy, racism and that's about it. i can tag everything, but some things slip through the cracks. apologies in advanced. i lean more into dark topics, and don't use read mores.
rule vi.ย ย if you are a multimuse account, please specify for me if you're seeking interaction. and if you're an oc, have a background and verse for said character. it's draining on me to figure out how to implement them, especially since i write a canon portrayal. also, i don't write with self inserts, and oc family members. we don't find it interesting.
rule vii. ย ย as stated prior, i writeย nsfw content. smut will happen if we both consent, i don't mind it and should we reach that narrative please let me know if anything makes you uncomfortable. because i don't have a limit. there's nothing i'm shy about, and we can also write it over discord if you prefer the privacy !
my choso is attracted to men, so respect his boundaries and mine. there will only be platonic heterosexual relationships.
rule viii.ย ย i'm more compliant with ย mains thanย exclusives, since i require feedback and someone who matches my energy. don't look at me like a collectable item, or as a character you need to snatch up for affiliates purposes. we're all here to write and be silly. no competitions.
rule ix.ย ย lastly, if you want to write with me then show interest through prompts i reblog and interacting with my posts. also approaching me directly through ims. i'm not scary, i swear.
weakness manifests itself in more than physical strength, or the lack thereof. choso was relatively strong in a physical regard. strong enough to leave a trail of bodies in his wake without breaking a sweat. satoru wouldnโt forget the screams as blood pierced through skulls, as bodies were torn to ribbons. pools of it under his feet on sterile white tiles. an onslaught of fury from each side. the way he complied under those orders to create a hellish night on october 31st. satoru wouldnโt forget the burning rage in the pit of his stomach when their eyes met across a sea of carcasses, the emptiness in his eyes while contributing to a massacre. mental weakness was the plague he deems him afflicted with. the more choso speaks in terms of anguish and grief, as his eyes brim with tears, tension rises again. any charity or niceties he attempted before, were replaced with vexation. like scolding a child on his wrongdoings. his mistakes. โ do you realize how pathetic you sound? Iโm gonna be sick if I have to keep hearing it, โ canting his head, disgust on pale features, observing as he rests on the steps. as if he couldnโt stand to make eye contact while satoruโs venomous words pierce his eardrums.ย
โย you played with fire andย still, you wonder why it burned all you care about to ash and dust.ย โ eyes narrow, before his gaze falls on broken concrete. shaking his head, a laugh laced with condescension.ย ย โย ย you do it,ย ย too.ย ย ย pretend.ย ย โ something in that accusation twisted his gut. he couldnโt swallow his pride to admit the truth behind it. not now. not when the visceral pain of all heโd endured was being dangled in front of him, without choso realizing what wound he clawed open. โย ย hahโฆ thatโs the difference between you and I. wallowing in self-pity doesnโt suit me. Iโve come to terms with this world, โ heโs not entirely truthful. his self-pity became grief. grief became deflection. deflection became avoidance. avoidance became determination, all powered by rage. he kneels in front of choso, forcing their eyes to meet. ' I donโt need to kill you, youโll do it yourself just fine. 'ย ย โ you wanna know something funny about you? it doesn't take something like six-eyes to see your heart through your chest,ย you show it so freely. someoneโs gonna end up ripping it out and crushing it under their heel.ย ย โย
โโโโโโ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. lips would part to cut him off but immediately shut when words gut a proverbial blade into his stomach. they startle a bleeding heart, feeling organs drop like pins amidst the silence. fists were clenching beneath the veil of ivory sleeves, feeling anger rise through cursed blood. he doesn't ๐๐๐๐ the man for stating an undeniable truth, but his own wounds were far to fresh for anything save for seething contempt. jaw clenched, and quickly softened again. there's agreement found here, that choso was at fault for their deaths. however yuji is safe and sound. a double edged sword event, lose two and gain one. he has come to terms with this exchange.
โโโโโโgawked eyes are becoming sullied with constricting vessels, reddening when mind reminisces their faces. crying doesn't reflect what the other said, but his grief and frustration. arm raises, the back of his hand rubbing away any ๐๐๐๐๐ that rolled down his cheeks. โ did someone do that to you ? โ it was sudden, seemingly glaring despite appearing so pathetically desolate in his unwavering stare. โ crush your heart. โ words are not intended to dredge up negative emotion, because choso has only ever been curious and genuine in his approaches. the way he interjects without waiting for a response eludes that it wasn't meant to be a question. more so an observation. โ ... maybe i don't know everything, but i chose a human life. and if another person could hurt you in that way, then i'm not sure it's worth being a part of. โ
โโโโโโhead lightly shakes, sight casting down at his hands which clasped as if he were ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ his own hand for comfort. โ i should go. โ he stands from the stairway, chin dipping under a plum colored cowl to hide his lower face. โ it wasn't supposed to go like this. โ this was meant to be his apology, but they veered away from that somehow.
โโโโโโ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. gaze leisurely keeping track and not missing a single beat. this man wasn't even blushing, nor showing any hesitance despite having been the victor choso would have been stubborn, seizing his rightfully earned win and skittering away before a rematch could reach him. frankly, the other's willingness to ๐๐๐๐ him eased any lingering tension. almost felt akin to holding hands when things seemed bleak, there was comfort in that. not feeling alone in your endeavors. he unraveled the double knot at his waistband, shuffling a bit on either foot to slide out of his own lower garment. truly a hassle, whether dressing up or down. mahogany hues keep darting over at him impulsively, nearly ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ over when believing joe had caught him and brushing things off with a subtle cough to clear his throat.
โโโโโโridiculous, but this was starting to feel interesting again. he doesn't quite remember if they were supposed to remove ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ... manicured fingers are resting on either side of his hips, stilling for the time being before deciding whether to slide away grey briefs. it was only then that he stalled to respond, speaking his honest mind as usual. โ not exactly, it's a bit cold actually. โ air conditioning was on to combat the heat, a transition from spring to summer was upon them and the alcoholic warmth was beginning to wear off. โ what about these ? โ voice has a ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ tinge to it, trying not to look anywhere except at those maroon eyes and slowly but surely becoming more flushed in the face.
โโโโโโ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. they weren't well-acquainted, and he kept evading the possibility until now. this wasn't due to shame, choso simply didn't have the proper words nor introduction to spark with him. โ well if you think about it ... i'm barely accustomed to having guts. โ his attempt at humor was very dry, even more so when his voice didn't possess that playful chime behind it poor delivery on his part. emotions were difficult to convey when you weren't used to ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ anatomy. they were having a minor spill, sharing company with drinks. mind reverts to the martini he shared with tsukumo and how disgustingly bitter it was. he pretended to sip the contents, but ultimately pushed it towards her and shook his head to indicate detest.
โโโโโโthis was unlike that situation. he ordered something featherlight, appealing to the eye and rimmed with sugar. strawberry shortcake it was called / sounded endearing at the time. their bartender suggested the beverage and might have even assumed it was for a woman that didn't like the taste of alcohol. fingers plucked the fruit that decorated an ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ glass, poking it with his tongue to see if it was sweet or even safe to enjoy. some things he just didn't like, or didn't understand why others found them delicious. but the blush colored berry is eaten without complaint. @naento
It was always a trip meeting someone on the same playing field. Most of the time, he did things independently, and he was always alone. Yet being paid to do something lately wasn't so bad since he got to meet this one --- strangely enough, he got along with him. Then again, Kojiro could get along with almost anyone. Years of working as someone who just did anything to talk to everyone around him. His day job taught him so well.
Yet, this game -- it was simple, they were not doing anything out of the normal for something like alcohol. It was fun seeing the other loosen up for once, then being a little stick in the mud. But the more they drank, the louder he was getting--- so watching as the other tried doing a straight line, and falling made him laugh a bit more. "Funny, how you said you were fine," he teased, moving to go and help the other up. Looking at the other, he couldn't help but smirk a little bit.
" I know how drunk I am. --- But I know I can walk a straight line. It's gotten me out of a lot of tickets," he teased, getting to his feet. Being able to put one foot forward, he couldn't help but smirk a little being able to able to complete the straight line, and turning his body to look at the other. " Come on, let me see that pretty body of yours ---" he said with a small laugh from his lips.
โโโโโโ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐. just as expected, he passed with flying colors and even had the gall to look smug while doing so. cheater, he's brooding. unaware that this man had a history and feeling somewhat tricked into losing. however, choso wasn't one to turn down a challenge : the stakes could be ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ high and he would go along with their terms. if only to beat them at their own game. begrudgingly, the curse abides by the conditions. feeling that alcoholic flush deepen across once pale cheeks. so pretty ... eyes bore into him for a moment. contemplating his audacity with the slightest squint. โ think you're awfully slick, huh ? โ dark hues averted, deciding it would be less embarrassing if they weren't making direct contact with him.
โโโโโโplatforms were being pushed aside, their soles dragging across beige carpet whilst fingers lifted away his cowl. the article of clothing dropped down below, choosing not to care on where it landed. next to be removed is the thicker garment residing among his torso, plum fabric grasped away at in an attempt to pull it up and over his head. flexibility was never an issue, though this was tedious and not very ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ to witness. he also wasn't putting much effort to appear seductive. it still didn't wholly occur to him that this was meant to lead anywhere. โ just get undressed, too. this wasn't a fair play. โ voice chimed in, digits fumbling at the strings tying together a sheer ivory tunic.
โiโm fine, itโs just a flesh wound, iโll be okay.โ // from yuji! i said i was gonna send u asks >:)
โโโโโโ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. harming someone he cares about nearly debilitated him from agreeing in the first place. they had the tools to mend wounds, and weren't explicitly attempting on one another's lives but accidents occur, regardless. and choso avoids them, tends to walk in the opposite direction. he immediately occupied the other's side, hand absent-mindedly hovering at his back for a second before pressing between shoulder blades. it's comfort, tilting over to ๐๐๐๐๐๐ and seeming as though the world has ended. it shouldn't have become that serious, sharpening his blood and jutting them out would leave obvious repercussions. he imagines what could have happened if there were onlookers, and that many would have been caught in the cross fire.
โโโโโโstupid ... absolutely ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on his part. this was meant to be simple and he overreacted. โ you sure ? โ he wants to apologize, eyes were shifting and attempting to find better words. โ i should have been more careful. โ still not good enough, he scrutinizes. itadori wasn't delicate by any means, but this was about integrity. at times, his abilities were hectic to control in a crowd. it was never advised to use them for fear of harming those who couldn't fend off his poison and his little brother tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. he's still learning to ๐๐๐๐๐ his technique in this body, it was unnatural. @quillheel
"Making a drink is a sensory skill. In dreams, creating fizzy concoctions requires adding a bit of your mood. Heavier if you're troubled, a touch sweeter if you're in high spirits... "
ย ย A SELECTIVE, AND PRIVATE MULTI-MUSE MULTI FANDOMS.ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย AS LOVE BY YANGย โฅ featuringย Gallagher from Honkai Star Rail
โโโโโโโ warm. โ near inaudible murmur, fingers now becoming laced. satoru never failed to make him smile, โ your hands are always so warm. โ brown eyes avert for a moment, still flustered by his advances and innocent flirting. he may never get used to it, there was something about him that caused his heart to skip a couple beats. @brazenlystrong
plays with one (1) ponytail; twirling it with his finger and stuff.
โโโโโโโ i just fixed it โ contemplates swatting away the others touch, but that feeling was merely instinctive and instead choso warms with a smile. โ you should play with this one, too. โ thumb and middle finger rise up to flick his opposite ponytail. @brazenlystrong
He can't help but find Choso's awkwardness endearing. It isn't something to judge, but rather something to marvel at. There is a charm in his hesitancy, a kind of unpolished beauty in watching him navigate uncharted waters. It reminds him of the simple truth that every expert was once a novice.
As a teacher, Gojo has seen this countless times, and yet, it never ceases to fascinate him. He is laid-back, filled with only patience and an urge to guide. He understands that learning is a process, and that being inexperienced at first is totally normal. He admires Choso's courage to try, to venture beyond what is familiar.
He watches him intently as he opens the bag of candy, noting how his face lits up with an almost childish glee. The tiny smile he unconsciously lets slip when the bag finally yields brings about one of Satoru's own, tugging on the edges of his lips. So subtle yet it reveals so much. Innocent joy that reminds him of moments people often forget to savor. It can be difficult to do so when the world requires them to be serious most of the time. But Gojo encourages the opposite. Life's too short to be serious all the time.
He sees the hand outstretched to him, offering a piece. Reaching out, his fingers brush lightly against Choso's as he takes the candy. The contact lasts for a split second, but it is enough to send a spark through him, delicate and unspoken.
Satoru pulls his hand back, his attention now on the candy in his palm. Itโs just a simple act of sharing, but he canโt help but feel the moment linger. Something so small has become something so quietly profound. He eats the candy as Choso asks him the question. He tilts his head inquisitively until Shokoโs name is brought up.
โ Yeah, you can say that. Iโve known Shoko for years, since we were in school. Sheโs a dear friend of mine. โ He leans back against the seat, shifting one leg to neatly cross over the other now. โ You know, Yujiโs told me a lot of interesting things. He mentioned you had brothers. Hearing how much they meant to you. Yuji said youโre a protective big brother. โ Though, midway he realizes the topic might be sensitive so he adds, โ Hope you know youโre always welcome here, Choso. Youโre pretty much part of our group now. โ Group. Family.
โโโโโโ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. once enemies, navigating efficient strategies to maim and destroy one another, now either man shared an innocent treat ramune candies, considerately placed between them. and they truly did fizzle on the tongue, which piqued his interest once more in the shape of brightened eyes. its hard surface gently clashed around his mouth, colliding with teeth and eventually being crushed into a fine grain for him to swallow. impulsive thoughts compared it to ๐๐๐๐๐ shards being consumed. mind still whirred with that sensation lingering on his palm, from where they made contact and those elegant digits brushed against his skin. at that moment, choso stifled down a reaction. however warmth bloomed deep within his chest : nervousness, that flutter which ran his heart rampant.
โโโโโโunblinking umbers began to stare, carefully watching his lips form words without ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ behind an obscuring blindfold. he shouldn't be able to function so ineptly, not without sight ... suppose there was more than meets the eye. he seemed very entuned with his surroundings, after all. there's relation to be found here, connections knowing someone for years was equivalent to the familiarity he maintained with his own siblings. childhood companions, being able to confide in those closest to you. choso may give the impression that he preferred isolation, but his body ๐๐๐๐๐๐ intimacy and understanding. gaze casts away at the brief mention of his brothers, raven lashes wincing when tears prickle from his ducts. it stung, crying always did.
โโโโโโno, they wouldn't fall. only welled up around his lower lids, a serene gloss from the pang of loss and grief clawing its way from his throat. breath slowed, shaking for a ๐๐๐๐๐ second whilst brows pressed together. โ sometimes it feels like thereโs no purpose for me, and iโm just drifting where i donโt belong. โ his entire face turned the opposite direction, not wholly certain if this man could see it and refraining in every possible way to avoid conflict. however there are fluctuations in his speech, a weight that can only be described as melancholy. โ yuji doesnโt exactly need me, not in the same way eso and kechizu did. as if thatโd make a difference, i couldnโt even protect them in the end. โ
โโโโโโeverything abruptly ceased thereafter, noting that he was swiftly spiraling again. sometimes he wanted to ๐๐๐๐ his own skin apart, an act of breeching the surface just to escape it all. โ sorry. โ he shouldn't apologize, but there's no excuse for unloading these issues on others. fingertips slide at the center of the sofa, they were blindly searching for the aluminum package not wanting to peer over after the outburst and merely seeking another candy as words carefully formed. โ i'm ... still coming to terms with everything thatโs happened. โ emotions make people uncomfortable, most didn't know what to do with them. but nerve endings sparked, connecting directly from his heart. he truly despised that feeling, this emptiness ๐๐๐๐๐๐ away at his insides like a void.
โ ย i'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how much you need to get some rest. if i find you passed out on the floor i'm leaving you there.ย โ // from jogo! heโs a bitch <3
โโโโโโ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ , ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. dark hues glower over him, resisting the urge to outright ignore his concerns. this body seemed oddly heavier than it should be, becoming a nuisance when natural instinct flickered on and off. limbs ached, breath wavered with a need for long awaited slumber. felt like ... dying, perhaps akin to blood loss. choso could only assume as much, more so because he couldn't exactly sense such a thing given his cursed technique. โ thatโs harsh, even for you. โ a fleeting moment comes and goes, averting his gaze like a ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ child. how could anyone rest when the other ran rampant, expecting him to follow suit without question.
โโโโโโthreatening doesn't bode well with them. they preferred incentive, rewards for their efforts : even praise would get numerous points across. โ i tried sleeping, my head is killing me. what do humans usually do for that ? โ he's asking as if the other knew from personal experience unable to sort through his own scattered mind to find those answers. everything is fuzzy, and florescent lights splintered behind squinting eyes. akin to a ๐๐๐๐ shoveling beneath his weary lids. @quillheel
