[choyume]

ʚïɞ    𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐔𝐌𝐄  . . .   is  an  independent  &  selective  depiction  of  SHINOBU  KOCHŌ,  the  INSECT  HASHIRA  from  koyoharu  gotouge's  𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨  𝗡𝗢  𝗬𝗔𝗜𝗕𝗔.  tended  to  by  𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,  28,  she/her  (CET)  !   not  spoiler  free  !   rules  under  the  cut  !

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.       ʚïɞ    prompts.        ʚïɞ    starter call.        ʚïɞ    open starters.        ʚïɞ    blog roll.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒.      ʚïɞ    jujutsu kaisen.

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇...      ♡   silencedglaive    &   hanabashira  +  blog  roll    &   whimscult  +  blog  roll.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄.        First  of  all:  hi  and  thank  you  for  poppin'  by!!  you  can  call  me  Light,  she/her,  28  &  I'm  from  Germany,  meaning  I  live  in  the  Central  European  Time  zone!  I’m  a  college  student,  which  gives  me  a  lot  of  flexibility  in  my  daily  schedule.  There  are  times  when  I  have  plenty  of  free  time  (for  example,  during  semester  breaks  and  holidays),  but  also  times  when  my  activity  slows  down  (such  as  during  exam  season).  Overall,  I'd  say  I'm  a  fairly  active  and  consistent  writer,  though!

As  of  the  nature  of  KNY  and  its  characters,  triggering  themes  will  be  present  on  this  blog.    These  include  mentions  of  death,  blood,  gore...  you  should  also  reconsider  interacting  with  Shinobu  if  you  suffer  from  entomophobia.  Insects,  specifically  butterflies,  will  be  a  reoccuring  theme  on  this  blog.    Please  refrain  from  interacting  if  you're  sensitive  to  any  of  these  topics.  This  blog  is  not  spoiler  free    !   Please  also  only  interact  with  me  if  you're  not  a  minor.    As  already  mentioned,  I'm  27,  so  it's  really  nothing  personal  against  you,  but  merely  a  comfort  thing.  Some  other  no-no's  for  me  are:  godmodding,  drama  outside  of  texts  (meaning  arguments,  unnecessary  comments  in  general,  call  outs...)  &  any  kind  of  racism,  sexism,  zionism  and  so  on.  this  is  a  safe  place,  after  all.  Therefore,  I  won't  engage  with  any  of  these  topics  and  will  simply  ignore  and/or  block  you  if  you  decide  to  be  problematic. 

All  edits  on  my  blog,  including  gifs  I  post,  are  self  made.  (if  you  like  them,  you're  welcome  to  check  out  my  deviantart  where  I  upload  stuff  I've  made  for  others  or   for  fun!)  If  I  use  a  template  for  an  edit,  it's  always  linked  in  the  source  of  the  post! 

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.         The  most  important  thing  right  away  —  I'm  up  for  basically  anything.   Multiverses  and  crossovers  are  more  than  welcome  —  I'm  also  open  to  explore  potential  verses  and  alternate  universes for  Shinobu!  OCs  are  always  loved  and  cherished  around  here!

If  you  have  an  idea,  there's  a  99,9%  chance  that  I'll  like  it!  You're  also  very  welcome  to  turn  any  and  all  answered  prompts  into  a  thread!

If  you  ever  want  to  become  mains  or  affiliates,  please  hit  me  up  about  it!  I  won't  ever  do  a  main  call  or  anything  like  that,  as  for  me,  that  term  holds  a  whole  lot  of  meaning.  I  will  only  and  exclusively  become  mains  with  those  I  have  a  strong  connection  with  —  meaning  people  I  interact  with  the  most,  and  whose  muse  has  a  strong  and  well-established  relationship  with  mine.  I  like  to  keep  my  mains  as  a  well-selected  few.

When  it  comes  to  formatting,  I  don't  have  any  real  preferences.    Just  go  for  whatever  feels  right  to  you;  I  love  my  graphics  fancy  and  pretty,  but  I  honestly  don't  care  whether  your  blog  has  fancy  graphics  or  not;  icons,  formatting,  that's  all  optional.  It's  the  writing  that  counts!  

As  for  text  length,  I  really  like  multi-para  and  novella  style  threads  —  but  I'm  also  up  for  a  mere  handful  of  paragraphs  or  even  one-liners.  You'll  rarely  see  one-liners  on  my  blogs,  though;  those  usually  happen  on  a  whim  and  with  muses  mine  already  has  an  established  connection  with. 

You  don't  have  to  match  the  exact  length  of  my  text,  as  long  as  the  difference  isn't  horrendously  obvious  —  like  me  writing  multiple  paragraphs  and  only  getting  two  or  three  sentences  in  return. 

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆.         Who  doesn't  love  love?  I’m  happy  to  ship  Shinobu  without  any  major  restrictions,  as  long  as  the  chemistry  feels  right  (though  I  do  have  a  soft  spot  for  GiyuuShino).  The  only  pairing  I  absolutely  will  not  do  is  with  Dōma  —  just…  no.  I  also  won't  ship  her  with  any  minors,  but  that  goes  without  saying.  Aside  from  that,  I'm  open  to  all  the  bittersweet  crushes,  silent  yearning,  and  soft  confessions. I  don't  do  exclusives  unless  specifically  stated  otherwise.  I  love  getting  to  write  and/or  ship  with  various  portrayals  of  a  character  as  everyone's  interpretation  is  unique! 

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓.          I'm  super  chill  when  it  comes  to  conversations,  I'm  up  for  plotting,  threads,  stupid  nonsense,  whatever  you'd  like.    As  soon  as  we're  mutuals,  you're  always  welcome  to  drop  something  into  my  inbox  or  hit  me  up  with  a  DM! 

[mondesstille]

The softest of frowns disrupted the insect hashiras usually perfectly content expression, her carefully positioned smile accompanied by a flicker of her skepticism. Her mind undoubtedly aware of the truth he had admitted to. Though Michikatsu had never spent much time around the other, one of the few things he could be certain of was the keenness of her mind. The gears in her head now undoubtedly turning with the precise nature of his statement.

He did not know, which conclusion she would reach, how much she knew. Her own face a steadfast facade, not unlike the beautiful wings of a butterfly distracting others from their true intentions. As such Michikatsu did not even attempt to guess what could be sitting on her spirit this very moment, inclined to silently studying the scent of the trees cluttered around them. As always, drawing a certain comfort from the silence underneath the moonlight.

When her gentle voice at last broke the enigmatic atmosphere of this very night, maroon eyes flitted towards her smaller frame, naturally intense gaze focusing on her every word. The poetic, the thoughtful tone of her words did not come to as a surprise, for her patient analytical character was obvious to those who paid attention. The statement itself earned a slight inclination of his head, a quiet sign of approval and agreement that most matters of value took time to unravel.

The air around them shifted at that very comment. It was a gentle transition from the previous tension-filled ominious moonlit night into the softening of spirits as two beings laid down their hearts amidst the tender glow of the moon.

He did not reject her compliment, unwilling to conceal a fact she had already deduced herself - it would have been highly disrespectful to reject her correct conclusions after all: "The same...could be said for you... Kocho-san"

His voice belied no emotion, though the calm glint in his eyes belied just how far said resonance had reached.

[choyume]

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀  𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄,  𝐘𝐄𝐓  𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆;  unexpected  as  the  gentlest  stir  of  night  air,  bestowed  upon  her  with  the  inevitability  of  things  that  lay  beyond  even  a  Hashira’s  control. 

Had  it  not  been  for  Michikatsu’s  ever-attentive  gaze     —     the  keen  intellect  she  had  long  since  recognized  in  the  depths  of  those  onyx  eyes     —     Shinobu  might  have  feigned  surprise  at  such  well-placed  assumption;  looking  at  him,  however,  she  understood  it  had  only  been  a  matter  of  time  before  either  of  them  revealed  an  awareness  of  the  other’s  restraint-veiled  mystery.  

❝   I  appreciate  the  sentiment,   ❞  the  Insect  Hashira  was  inclined  to  agree;  the  smile  gracing  her  lips  born  less  of  kindness  now,  and  more  from  the  sharper  edges  of  understanding.  ❝   Especially  coming  from  you,  Tsugikuni-san.   ❞  

She  thought  it  fitting  for  a  man  bound  so  closely  to  the  moon,  to  carry  himself  with  the  same  mystique  that  was  ascribed  to  the  celestial  body;  shining  only  by  another’s  light,  leaving  part  of  it  in  eternal  hideaway.  ❝   I  suppose  battle  has  a  way  of  stripping  things  down  to  their  most  honest  form.  Adrenaline  leaves  little  room  for  careful  restraint  when  survival  takes  precedence.   ❞  

A  subtle  shift  of  posture  invited  motion  to  her  haori,  the  fabric  too  lush  on  shoulders  that  still  tried  to  live  up  to  its  predecessor;  the  breeze  of  night  her  averting  gaze’s  silent  companion,  subtle  and  still.  ❝   And  once  something  has  been  laid  bare…  it  would  be  rather  futile  to  deny  it,  wouldn’t  you  agree?   ❞  

[whirling-fangs]

His shoulders slumped a little, as always when her scolding tone reached his fluffy ears. She had a way of stripping him from his usual boastful attitude, sometimes with a mere disappointed glance.

"I know, but..." The excuses and arguments died out in his throat, another common occurence whenever Shinobu was his interlocutor. Everything she said always seemed to make perfect sense, as if she detained the absolute truth about everything in the universe. His admiration for her was without bounds.

"I guess so. I mean, I could still move, so I could still fight." He mumbled, his much quieter voice a sign of his conceded defeat. "But I'm never worried when I get injured. I know I can come here and you'll patch me right up!"

He had barely felt the needle sink into his skin, calloused fingers brushing over the pierced spot as if to check that it was indeed there.

"Do you like doing this more than fighting demons?"

[choyume]

𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓  𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐄  𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐀  𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃,  guileless  beneath  the  steadfast  wing  of  protection,  and  Shinobu  could  not  prevent  that  very  realization  from  settling  warmly  within  her  chest.  Stoked  by  its  gentle  ember,  sincerity  mingled  with  the  perfected  masquerade  of  smiling  serenity  as  she  regarded  the  boar-headed  troublemaker  now:  all  boyish  recklessness,  hot-headed  temper,  and  near-innocent  earnestness. 

❝   Even  medicine  has  its  limits,  you  know.   ❞  Not  a  scold,  but  rather  a  gentle  reminder     —     Shinobu  could  hardly  bring  herself  to  shatter  his  fantastical  imagination.  The  idea  that  a  simple  remedy  and  a  needle’s  pinch  could  be  the  miracle  cure  for  every  ache  and  ailment  was  something  so  inherently  hopeful  that  she  almost  wished  she  could  indulge  in  it  alongside  him.  ❝   Even  so,  while  I’ll  continue  to  do  my  best  to  patch  you  up... I  would  appreciate  it  if  you  tried  not  to  give  me  quite  so  much  work.   ❞  

Before  she  could  pin  him  down  on  that  vow,  Inosuke’s  follow-up  question  caused  her  to  pause  briefly  in  contemplation.  ❝   That’s  a  good  question,  Inosuke-kun.   ❞  Giving  it  the  consideration  it  deserved,  Shinobu  raised  a  delicate  finger  to  her  lips,  punctuating  her  thoughts  with  an  absentminded  tap,  tap,  tap.  ❝   I  suppose  both  have  their  merits.  Slaying  demons  before  they  can  harm  anyone  is  ideal…  though  I  do  enjoy  my  work  here  as  well.   ❞  

Another  tap     —     then,  she  tilted  her  head  just  so.  ❝   Do  tell     —     what  do  you  think  suits  me  better?   ❞  

[rorronoa]

[heartbloomd]

For a long moment, Kyouka does not acknowledge her elder's words, simply peels the cloth away from her wound—-to check to see if the bleeding has stopped, and to gauge how many stitches will be needed to mend it. She has no intention to explain exactly what happened, and she hopes the abnormality of demons will help (implicitly) to explain any abnormalities in her injuries. It's not like most fight with blades or other simple weapons, after all.

Finally, she pulls the hidden knife from her sleeve, its wooden scabbard marred by a matching scar. "...I deflected an attack at the last second." But why would she use this, rather than one of her two swords? Perhaps she was disarmed at the time, thus forced to rely upon a last resort. In any case, it's better than losing a limb. "You can stitch it up now."

[choyume]

𝐀  𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖  𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.  Wooden  and  hardly  remarkable,  the  scabbard  itself  appeared  unassuming  enough  to  stir  a  hint  of  surprise  in  the  otherwise  unreadable  depths  of  Shinobu’s  eyes.  ❝   You  used...  this?   ❞  

What  spoke  of  either  a  daring  method  or  a  last-ditch  effort  to  preserve  one’s  life  coaxed  a  subtle,  yet  unmistakably  disapproving  hum  from  the  Hashira’s  ever-curved  lips.  ❝   Some  of  our  newer  recruits  do  tend  toward  such  risky  maneuvers.  I  suppose  it’s  flattering  to  see  someone  so  eager  to  visit  our  lovely  manor,   ❞  she  mused  as  she  carefully  set  to  work  with  needle  and  thread,  ❝   but  luck  is  a  terribly  unreliable  companion  in  battle.   ❞  

[harleyridin]

❝    ⠀YOU  MIGHT  WANNA  STICK  YOUR  EGO  UP  YOUR  ASS.   ⠀❞

⊹    𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍  . . .   is  an  independent  &  selective  depiction  of  CLAIRE  REDFIELD  from  capcom's  RESIDENT  EVIL  franchise.  infected  by  𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,  28,  she/her  (CET)  !  since  ²⁰¹⁹.

[choyume]

"This   seat   taken?" From Gojo!

ʚïɞ      . . .     𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄     ／     @warringsides

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘  𝐌𝐄𝐓  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃  𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄  𝐀𝐒  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐔  𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃  𝐔𝐏,  her  attention  at  last  drawn  from  the  myriad  of  papers  scattered  across  her  lap     —     whether  she  thought  of  his  interruption  as  discourteous  or  truly  delighted  in  it  inscrutable  as  her  lips  bore  that  ever-present  smile.  

❝   Not  at  all.   ❞  A  subtle  shift  created  additional  space  upon  the  wooden  bench,  as  though  her  delicate  frame  had  occupied  much  of  it  to  begin  with:  still,  as  hospitality  would  have  it,  Shinobu  placed  quiet  earnestness  in  the  subtle  invitation.  ❝   Feel  free  to  sit  with  me  for  a  while...  until  duty  demands  your  attention  elsewhere.   ❞  

Eyes  of  violet  remained  unreadable,  still,  as  her  gaze  turned  just  the  slightest  bit  probing.  A  hint  of  mischief  tugged  at  the  corners  of  her  lips  as  she  regarded  him  with  the  same  look  she  might  grant  a  particularly  curious  science  project.  ❝   Or  perhaps...  until  the  desire  for  something  sweet  steals  you  away?   ❞  

[phyroaura]

We love a STEM girl

[gloomglimmer]

›        FIRST   LINE   PROMPTS       

"You’re   not   on   the   list."

"Need   a   light?"

"You   dropped   this."

"Is   that   your   drink   or   mine?"

"You're   late."

"I   thought   you'd   be   taller."

"You   always   stare   like   that?"

"They   told   me   not   to   trust   you."

"I   wasn’t   expecting   you."

"You   clean   up   well."

"You   look   lost."

"Haven’t   we   met?"

"Not   what   I   imagined."

"Are   you   following   me?"

"You’re   not   from   around   here."

"You’ve   got   something   on   your   cheek."

"Mind   if   I   cut   in?"

"You're   sitting   in   my   seat."

"I   was   warned   about   you."

"That’s   a   dangerous   smile."

"This   seat   taken?"

"You're   the   distraction."

"Why   are   you   looking   at   me   like   that?"

"You're   early."

"You're   late   on   purpose."

"First   time   here?"

"Try   the   champagne."

"That   color   suits   you."

"You're   exactly   how   I   pictured   you."

"We’re   not   supposed   to   talk."

"We   shouldn’t   be   seen   together."

"Do   I   know   you?"

"That   watch   doesn’t   match   your   suit."

"You’re   not   very   good   at   hiding."

"Someone’s   been   asking   about   you."

"Thought   you’d   never   show."

"You   have   good   taste   in   music."

"Don't   turn   around."

"Guess   we’re   partners   now."

"You   shouldn’t   be   here."

"Do   you   believe   in   fate?"

"You’re   late.   I   almost   left."

"That’s   my   drink."

"I   think   you’re   in   the   wrong   place."

"Your   cover’s   slipping."

"Tell   me   that   wasn’t   on   purpose."

"Are   you   going   to   apologize?"

"Care   to   dance?"

"That’s   quite   an   entrance."

"You   always   this   bold?"

"I’ve   heard   of   you."

"You’re   not   easy   to   find."

"You   look   nervous."

"Sit.   Please."

"You   read   the   file?"

"You   shouldn’t   trust   me."

"Nice   aim."

"We   weren’t   supposed   to   meet   yet."

"You   took   your   time."

"So,   you’re   the   infamous   one."

"Someone's   been   watching   me."

"Your   timing’s   suspicious."

"You   look   like   trouble."

"That’s   a   nice   trick."

"I’ve   been   looking   for   you."

"Are   you   hurt?"

"They   didn’t   say   you’d   be   charming."

"You   always   arrive   like   this?"

"That’s   classified."

"Don’t   trust   the   bartender."

"You're   bleeding."

"You   have   five   minutes."

"Where’s   your   partner?"

"I   wasn’t   briefed   on   you."

"You   have   terrible   timing."

"I   wasn’t   expecting   company."

"I   thought   you   were   a   myth."

"You   look   bored."

"I   saw   you   watching   me."

"You're   not   like   the   others."

"So,   you're   the   backup?"

"Try   not   to   get   killed."

"That's   a   dangerous   dress."

"You   don't   belong   here."

"We   meet   at   last."

"That’s   not   your   real   name."

"You   weren’t   followed,   right?"

"We’ve   never   met.   Officially."

"Don’t   say   my   name."

"Is   this   seat   cursed   too?"

"No   sudden   moves."

"We’re   alone   now."

"Take   off   the   mask."

"I   know   what   you   did."

"Who   let   you   in?"

"You’re   prettier   in   person."

"You’re   not   what   I   expected."

"You   shouldn’t   smile   like   that."

"Don’t   flatter   yourself."

"What   took   you   so   long?"

[marichive]

𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌

A collection of prompts centered around love & desire, taken from various sources. Adjust gender / pronouns / wording / etc. as needed. Some prompts are highly suggestive in nature. Engage appropriately.

─── 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

❝ It’s nothing, I just . . . I’m glad you’re here. ❞

❝ Could you stay with me? Just for a little while longer? ❞

❝ If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets. ❞

❝ I can feel your heart beating in your chest. ❞

❝ Just a kiss. That’s all I ask. ❞

❝ I will always be yours. ❞

❝ You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, ❞

❝ You make me feel safe. ❞

❝ You’ll always have a place here. ❞

❝ I’ve never felt like this before. ❞

❝ I’m afraid of what I feel. But . . . I think just that means it’s something worth feeling. ❞

❝ I have loved you from the moment I first heard my name fall from your lips. ❞

❝ Go back to sleep. I promise I will still be here when you wake. ❞

❝ Nothing and no one can hurt you. Not while I’m here. ❞

❝ I don’t want you in my life. You are my life. ❞

❝ I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to waste another moment I could spend with you. ❞

❝ I want you, just as you are. ❞

❝ You love me. Real, or not real? ❞

❝ I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you. ❞

❝ You are, and always have been, my dream. ❞

─── 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

❝ I’ve always wanted you. Only you. ❞

❝ Can’t you see what you do to me? ❞

❝ Don’t you understand? I would do anything for you. ❞

❝ You are my undoing. I cannot tell if you will be my ruin or my salvation, and I’m no longer sure if I care which it will be. ❞

❝ When I look at you, I see something divine. Something holy. ❞

❝ It’s you I want to worship. I will make supplication to your lips and offer my prayers at the altar between your knees. ❞

❝ I was a monster and you made me a man. ❞

❝ For your sake, I am debased. For you alone, I am weak. ❞

❝ I would lay the whole earth at your feet if you asked it of me. The sun, the moon, and all the stars, I would make them yours. ❞

❝ What I feel for you is not gentle, nor meek. It is not beautiful. It wretched, it is dark and depraved with desire. And it is consuming me whole. ❞

❝ Break my heart if you wish, but the pieces will still be yours. ❞

❝ Tell me you do not feel it, and I will name you a liar. ❞

❝ You are far too good for unworthy hands like mine ❞

❝ To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. ❞

❝ I fear if I let you touch me, I will fall apart. ❞

❝ There are certain things we must not want, yet I find myself wanting them nonetheless. ❞

❝ I need you. I need to have you. I need to make you mine. ❞

❝ You ruined me in my heart long before you ever touched my skin. ❞

❝ Must I beg? Must I fall to my knees and plead for the mercy of your touch? ❞

❝ I want it to be my name that you call in the dead of night, my name that rests upon your tongue when your body shivers. Mine alone. ❞

─── 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

❝ I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. ❞

❝ You deserve better than that. ❞

❝ I lie awake at night in restless agony, wishing you were there beside me. ❞

❝ Do you not know how you haunt me? ❞

❝ In my dreams, I am yours. ❞

❝ I am to wed someone else. ❞

❝ Does he make you feel like this? ❞

❝ We both know who you’re truly thinking of when you’re with him. ❞

❝ You taste sweeter than she ever could. ❞

❝ She’s not the one I want. ❞

❝ Just because I know I can’t have you, it doesn't change what I feel for you. ❞

❝ He’s not good for you. ❞

❝ Every time I see you with him it kills me a little more inside. ❞

❝ Let me go. The more we hold on to this, the more it will hurt us both. ❞

❝ This is not allowed of us. We mustn’t – ❞

❝ Put aside your pride and admit that you want me. ❞

❝ Will I only ever be worthy of stolen moments in the shadows? ❞

❝ If he puts his hands on you again, I’ll cut them off. ❞

❝ When I’m with her, I pretend that it’s you. ❞

❝ Does he know? ❞

─── 𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬

❝ Say you love me, and I know it will all be okay. ❞

❝ Do you know how long I have waited for this? For the day I could hold you in my arms and call you mine? ❞

❝ I fought for this. For you. ❞

❝ I never stopped loving you. I was only afraid of what you were becoming. ❞

❝ Come back. Even as a shadow. Even as a dream. ❞

❝ To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. ❞

❝ When I desire you a part of me is gone. ❞

❝ Desire doubled is love, and love doubled is madness. ❞

❝ I suppose you do love me, in your way. ❞

❝ Love does not make me gentle or kind. ❞

❝ I desire the things which will destroy me in the end. ❞

❝ There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. ❞

❝ The gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. ❞

❝ I should not have waited so long. I should have kissed you every night and every day. You were made to be kissed, often and well. ❞

❝ I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you. Don’t tell me to leave. ❞

❝ Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same. ❞

❝ You're mine. Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die. But first, we'll live. ❞

❝ My sword is yours. My life is yours. My heart is yours. ❞

❝ We all dream of things we cannot have. ❞

❝ Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! ❞

[sugarmint-dreams]

shinobu

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my shop

[choyume]

ʚïɞ      . . .      continued  from  here  with  @lacrinagi  !

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄,  those  eyes  of  sun-stroked  lavender  dulled  in  sharpness;  just  as  he  needn’t  finish  his  proclamation,  she  knew  her  silent  understanding  to  be  of  equal  weight.  In  its  place  came  a  reminder,  gentle  yet  firm,  in  the  same  way  she  fastened  the  gauze  across  the  gashes  forced  into  his  skin.  ❝   Shh.  Save  your  breath,  Tomioka-san.   ❞  

His  remaining  strength  was  better  spent  on  the  tedious  path  of  recovery  and  the  stabilization  of  his  condition     —     the  kami  knew  the  last  thing  she  needed  was  the  inevitable  concern  she  would  harbor  for  the  fellow  Hashira.  

❝   There  is  little  to  be  done  for  them  now,  other  than  finding  the  strength  to  recover.   ❞  The  dead  were  lost,  forever  beyond  their  reach     —     they  both  knew  that  in  tormenting  tandem.  ❝   So  hold  still.  So  that  we  may  see  another  day...  and  ensure their  sacrifices  were  not  in  vain.   ❞  

[cursechakra]

‘  ────── you're no fun.   ’ nobara angrily stuffed another croissant in her face.

‘  besides, the record for me is four in case you're wondering.   ’

[choyume]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅  𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  in  eyes  of  seemingly  infinite  violet  at  the  display  of  defiance,  something  dangerously  close  to  cheekiness  tugging  at  the  serene  curve  of  her  lips.  ❝   How  very…  impressive.   ❞  

A  subtle  tilt  of  her  head  followed.  ❝   ...Though,  I  do  know  someone  who  managed  to  eat  six  simultaneously.   ❞  

[invmaki]

Kochō Shinobu.

[choyume]

ʚïɞ      . . .      @lacrinagi  tapped  the  heart  for  a  starter  !

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  an  angel  or  a  devil,  one  thing  was  certain:  Shinobu  had  a  habit  of  hovering  over  Giyū’s  shoulder  in  much  the  same  way     —     usually  sneaking  up  on  the  stoic  man  with  the  quietest  of  steps,  pulling  him  from  the  endless  currents  of  his  thoughts  with  ruthless  spontaneity.  His  back  turned  to  her  practically  lured  the  smaller  woman  in,  further  coaxing  her  onto  the  tips  of  her  toes  to  bring  her  words  closer  to  his  ear. 

❝   Tomioka-san.   ❞  A  melodic  taunt,  her  voice  lingered  for  a  moment  before  mounting  into  a  question.  ❝   You’re  not  brooding  again,  are  you?   ❞  

[choyume]

SENDER refuses to leave RECEIVER behind. / 👀

ʚïɞ      . . .     𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒,  𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑-𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍     ／     @silencedglaive

𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐄  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃,  yet  drew  a  dry  smile  to  the  Hashira’s  lips     —     to  cling  to  something  long  since  sworn  to  the  dead,  a  mere  husk  among  the  living,  was  a  fruitless  burden  to  bear.  Still,  Shinobu  could  not  bring  herself  to  crush  Hotaru’s  hopes  too  harshly;  swayed  by  the  look  of  genuine  care  and  affection  ablaze  in  her  eyes,  her  own  lashes  lowered  in  quiet  concession. 

❝   Hotaru.   ❞  It  was  a  sound  of  affection,  the  way  her  name  slipped  past  her  lips     —     a  single  word  that  nonetheless  seemed  to  carry  the  weight  of  the  trust  and  comfort  that  had  blossomed  between  them.  ❝   You  always  were  a  stubborn  one,  weren’t  you?   ❞  

A  trait  she  usually  cherished,  for  the  way  it  mirrored  her  own  inclination  toward  unwavering  conviction…  yet  one  she  silently  cursed  now,  as  it  stood  between  a  feeling  heart  and  the  cold  logic  she  would  rather  see  Hotaru  follow. 

[cursechakra]

‘  guess how many croissants i shoved into my mouth?   ’  

@choyume met up with nobara ( sc )

[choyume]

𝐀  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍,  yet  one  Shinobu  tried  to  smile  away  with  simple  serenity...  

❝   I’d  rather  if  you  didn’t  subject  yourself  to  any  choking  hazards...  edible  or  otherwise.   ❞