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˚꩜｡ LAST YEAR I ABSTAINED : A PRIVATE BLOG FOR GETŌ SUGURU FROM JUJUTSU KAISEN . ORIGINALLY CREATED BY GEGE AKUTAMI, HERE CONCEPTUALIZED BY MARINA. DARK THEMES & TRIGGERING CONTENT MAY BE EXPLORED, INTERACT AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. : THIS YEAR I DEVOUR.

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THE CURSE IS ALL TEETH — the stench it oozes with every breath it takes makes suguru's stomach churn, turning on itself with the disgust reserved to none but creatures such as this, with a grey cast upon its skin, a protruding mouth with blood dripping from the corners, thick and scarlet deep. it's a gift from the monkey's head it has just bitten through, that it masticates with little care in the world. it hasn't noticed him yet : its eye — a sad thing, hanging out of the would-be socket by a fleshy pink string — is still focused on the gushing headless corpse. suguru can feel its strength (a grade one or a semi-special, he's certain, some type of inbetween; the metamorphosis before ascension), and so he expected some type of fight — it doesn't come: suguru stretches his arm towards the creature, palm outstretched.

[ HERE'S THE FIRST SECRET HE'S NEVER TOLD ANYONE : there's no high quite like exorcising a curse — adrenaline courses through his veins, pumped to every corner of his body, to the tips of his fingers, to the vein on his forehead, to the tip of his tongue. it flows, he floats. it's being drunk in power, the kind of power only he can yield — a life, crumbling into his hands, its soul slipping into him. power, power, power. HERE'S THE SECOND SECRET HE'S NEVER TOLD ANYONE : there is no low quite like swallowing a curse, gagging it down, a sphere of rot down your throat, sitting on the pit of your stomach, churning into its rotten soul is your rotten soul. HERE'S THE THIRD SECRET HE'S NEVER TOLD ANYONE : who is really doing the eating? ]

he puts his hand on his knees, body half bent to keep himself from hurling, eyes shut tight to keep even the light of the moon out of sight. he presses his lips together. he breathes. and breathes. and then — on the corner of his eyes, white. the light of the moon reflects against it like holding a flashlight to a mirror, and even with his eyes closed suguru knows. he'll always know — each sorcerer leaks its own unique energy, its soul molding and unmolding. suguru's soul long ago molded against satoru's: he couldn't take it for anything else. ‟ yo, satoru. ” he says, lifting his body up, wiping at his mouth. ‟ long time no see. ”

𖦹 ₊ ┊ ░ RE. GOJO SATORU . . . @unkais : ” STICK YOUR HEAD IN THE DIRT IF YOU WANT, BUT THIS FANTASY YOU'VE BEEN LIVING OUT HERE, IT'S NOT GONNA LAST FOREVER. ‟

suguru blinks. slow, calculated, in the way he knows will get under satoru's skin the most — it's not entirely on purpose, really. a part of him is still reeling from the aftertaste of a curse tingling against his tongue, heavy and rotten, acidic and sour. he thinks on whether they have ever been here before, under different circumstances. teenagers, on the verge of adulthood, blind and dumb and different. happy, maybe. it'd be easier, then, he reckons. instead, suguru looks around, at the empty space around him, nothing but fallen trees and the light of the moon and the stars surrounding them. ‟ in that you are right, sa-to-ru, as you often are. i won't be here forever. in fact, i won't be here much longer at all. ”

#unkais #INTERACTION.#MAIN VERSE : YOU HAVE BEEN DEAD FROM THE BEGINNING.#ARC 003 : MY ROT IS AS HUNGRY AS ME.#whew.......#this isn't very good #but i love you so

should we all kill ourselves

youre celebrating christmas eve? the thing that killed geto suguru?

#my beautiful boy with a disorder

i just wanna say your writing is sooo so gorgeous, your love for suguru really shows<3 it’s always been a pleasure to see you on the dash!

i hope this is okay to ask, and if not pls feel free to throw this ask out—but honestly i’ve been struggling with writing lately, and i was wondering if you had any fav authors/novels you turn to that has greatly impacted you personally? i just love the flow of your writing<3

much love, x

hi omg!! thank you so much for the kind words — i've been struggling lately with my writing too, so this has been a very heartwarming message to open tumblr to. i have a few favorite books that i return to every now and then for inspiration, but i'll be honest and say that while they impacted me as a person i'm not sure of the degree in which they impacted my writing — probably did a great deal, but i wouldn't necessarily say my writing is similar to theirs, if that makes sense. anyway, here's a few:

'wolf hall' / 'bring up the bodies' / 'the mirror and the light' , by hillary mantel.

'hamlet' / 'romeo and juliet' / 'richard iii' by william shakespeare

'sharp objects' by gillian flynn

'an oresteia' / 'antigonick' / 'eros the bittersweet' by anne carson

'piranesi' by susanna clarke

'cain' by josé saramago

'deathless' by catherinne m valente

'the secret history' by donna tartt

'crush' by richard siken

'a hundred sonnets of love' by pablo neruda

poetry by various authors

i also find it quite useful sometimes to keep a sideblog (@cursephagy / @martiyr / @morpheis are some examples of sideblogs i've had for various characters ) where i reblog quotes / images that inspire me somehow for the character and when i'm feeling stuck i like to go through them and find quotes that motivate or inspire me. often there will be quotes from authors i've never heard of or books i've never read, but it will be useful nonetheless.

i don't know if this will be helpful to you at all, but if you ever need anything my ims and ask are always open! thank you again for the lovely comments, please don't judge my book taste too much <3

#ASKS.#anonymous #OOC.

there's a bruise on his left arm blooming and blossoming in red-soon-to-be-purple and he presses his fingers to it, pokes and prods at it until it comes — feeling , or something close to it , or the closest to it he's ever going to get ever since the gunshot rang out in an open space, ever since the thunderous clap, clap, clapping of monkeys [ you shouldn't call them that , no , you shouldn't call them that, no, no, no ] non-shamans echoing like rain falling into the ground, and —— where was he again? ah , right : feeling, or the ever - present dull ache of the aftermath of violence — bleeding as proof-of-life. suguru presses his thumb to it until he can't stand it anymore, until he winces, and then he moves on, picking on the scabs that scatter throughout his knuckles, pulling at them until flesh breaks and bleeds, and even that is not enough, is not enough, is not enough. he says so as much : „ you're asking too much. that will take too long. “

𖦹 ₊ ┊ ░ RE. TSUKUMO YUKI . . . @zeitkeist : ” YOUR YOUTH BETRAYS YOU. PATIENCE IS A PRODUCT OF AGE. BOTH OF WHICH I POSSESS IN ABUNDANCE. ‟

he presses his lips together into a thin line and looks away, staring at the open window, at the garden, at the sun in the sky, at anything, anything at all. suguru crosses his arms, and he's so skinny now he wonders if he could cover the entire circumference of his arms with nothing but the fingers of one hand, but all he does is dig his fingernails into the pleading flesh of it, hard enough to leave its indents there. suguru scoffs, when he finally looks back at her. „ you're not that much older than me, tsukumo-san . . . and i'm not a child. “

#zeitkeist #INTERACTION.#okay and tea #smooches u

ohnoesgojo

@curseat

the page turned with a soft crinkle. the only sound in the room besides the quiet hum of the mini-fridge. gojo was lying on his stomach on the floor, head pillowed on his arms. his own comic had been discarded ages ago. watching suguru read was way more interesting. he took this stuff so seriously. it was the best. ( look at him. he's so invested. he actually thinks cyclops is making good life choices. )

"you know he's wrong, right? and he has the strategic thinking of a startled brick." gojo rolled onto his side so he could see him better. "he's all 'the plan! we must stick to the plan!' and then wolverine just shows up, stabs the giant robot, and the day is saved. every time."

he waited for a reaction. nothing. gojo sighed, a long, theatrical sound of profound boredom. he sat up. "it's us." he announced to the room. gojo's grin was a slow, dawning thing of pure, idiotic revelation. "this is us. right here. on the page."

he pointed a dramatic finger at geto. "you're cyclops. always so serious. so burdened by leadership. 'satoru, we have to consider the ethical implications of using your powers to get free vending machine drinks!'" he mimicked, his voice a terrible, nasally impression.

then he pointed back at himself, a thumb jabbed into his own chest. "and i," he declared with the gravity of a man announcing the fate of the world, "am iceman." a beat of silence.

"...you know. the funny one. the one who makes jokes and is clearly the most powerful but just kinda hangs back because he doesn't want to make everyone else feel bad." he nodded sagely leaning forward, his eyes bright with a terrible, earnest mischief. "you see it, don't you? it's uncanny."

curseat

THE ROOM IS QUIET . . . SUSPICIOUSLY SO. it's never a good sign when satoru goes too quiet — most of the time it means he's found something that interests him more than talking, which, again, it rarely is anything good, or sensible ( though, suguru must admit, it is most of the times wildly entertaining ). he'd lift his eyes up from the comic in his hands, but . . . alas ! right now he's positively engrossed by the storyline and the art — see, currently, the x-men are getting their ass kicked by apocalypse, and it is as toe curling as it is page turning, and he needs . . . needs to know exactly how they are going to get out of this one. whatever satoru is going through ( or not going through, who knows ) can wait.

he's turning a page when he catches it . . . often times, suguru will zone out on satoru's mumblings, leave his talking as a comfortable background noise while he does whatever he's got to do. he tries this, ignoring the first attempt at catching his attention. he turns the page again, now havoc and cyclops seem to be in some kind of scuffle, and . . . suguru sighs, annoyed, and puts his comic down, staring at satoru. ” i don't sound like that at all. ‟ he huffs. he tries to go back to his comic, he does. but . . . well, satoru's ramblings have always proved to be more entertaining than anything, especially when they are less-than-half intelligible.

suguru snorts, putting the comic down with his eyebrows raised in quiet disbelief. ” since when do you hang back? satoru, you practically live for making other feels bad for being less powerful than you. tsch. as if. ‟ a beat. suguru looks back at him. ” and you're not that funny. you're not funny at all, in fact. ‟

#ohnoesgojo #INTERACTION.#this took so long im sorry #i started writing this and then got drunk </3 #the it's uncanny beat got to me i cant lie

byrae-deactivated20250821

It's drizzling as they return to Shoko's apartment — she appreciates it, appreciates Suguru stepping close, silently desperate to keep the umbrella over her head. It turns into a game, Shoko walking just a step quicker, just a step ahead, Suguru huffing slightly under his breath, nearly stumbling in his haste to keep up, but not step too far ahead. They play this version of tag in silence, though Shoko can almost feel his frustration growing. He's on the edge of growling; Shoko is almost outright beaming.

She's been drinking, if it weren't obvious.

❛ You're moving so slow! ❜ Shoko announces into the night between them, shifting on her feet at just the right moment : Suguru steps forward as she falls still, and they bump into each other. Her keys fall from her hands, but Shoko's too busy smiling up at him to notice, though she does hear him sigh. She pouts then, leans against smooth expanse of his chest. ❛ If I get sick 'cause of you, I'll be so pissed, y'know. ❜ / @curseat's starter.

curseat

THEY'VE HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK . . . AS USUAL ; in their defense, they are celebrating the end of the semester, basking in the small window of freedom between the end of classes and the beginning of internships — even satoru is going to be busy in a couple of weeks, and that's saying something, not because he needs it, necessarily, but because he'd be too bored otherwise, without them around. still — suguru and shōko went out drinking against the warnings of the weather app and here they are, drunk under a drizzle that, if the way the sky rumbles and lights up with every other step they take is any indication, will soon turn into a full-blown storm. SHŌKO IS BEING A BRAT — there's nothing new about that, either, not when she's had one-too-many shots of shoju in her system and wants something ( namely, she wants to get under suguru's skin — the reason for that is yet to be determined, though suguru has an inkling ).

suguru sighs, part-defeated-part-annoyed-part-amused, when he bumps into her, not on the slightest surprised. the umbrella on his hand almost falls off, but he holds it in place, trying to keep both of them under the safety of its covers. ” you're being a brat. ‟ he states, placing a hand against her waist to keep her in place as he lowers down to grab the keys from the ground. ” i'd threaten to carry you to your apartment but i feel like you'd enjoy that too much. ‟ a beat. suguru sighs. ” if you get sick, i'm sure you'll take care of yourself well enough, doctor ieiri. ‟

#byrae #INTERACTION.#SLICE OF LIFE VERSE TBT #smooches u #they r so cute.

THERE'S AN OPEN GASH IN HIS LOWER ABDOMEN — not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church door, but enough that it hurts, his body folded forward as he takes the now well known path to shōko's house, a ( now soaked ) makeshift gauze pressed tightly against his skin, the dark of his blood all but unseen against the deep blue of his shirt, but he feels it still , saturating the skin of his hand in shades of red, red and redder — there are no cameras in the stairs , he remembers her saying, and the lights flicker as he makes his way up, up, up, to the dingy apartment in the far left corner. he'd texted her before coming here :

[ ✉ ] DR. : EMRGNCY. 47TH STREET.

A KNOCK : BECOMES TWO , BECOMES THREE , ONE AGAIN, THEN TWO — a simple code , one that she'll understand and he won't forget. if she's there, she'll answer the door . . . if not . . . well : either he bleeds out to death in a dimly lit hallway or he survives long enough to take antibiotics or some shit like that, whatever keeps his body from ending up in a dissecting table. at this point he's lost enough blood that his mind is becoming fuzzy at the edges, his vision overtaken by black blobs from the corners and he thinks . . . the door is opening, and he's walking to the couch, and he's closing his eyes. when he comes to it, the sun has started to peak through the clouds, the sky lit up in orange-and-yellow hues. shōko is sitting on the armchair to his left, taking a drag of a cigarette and drinking out of a mug ( whether it is coffee or something stronger in there is anyone's guess )

▒ ━ RE. IEIRI SHŌKO . . . @phys1cian : ” YOU REALLY AREN'T AFRAID , ARE YOU? ‟

suguru blinks, eyes adjusting to the brightness. the cut in his abdomen is all but healed, a barely-there scar as a reminder of what happened the night before. he presses his thumb to the spot in between his eyebrows, and laughs, low. „ is this your way of calling me stupid or should i be flattered? “

#phys1cian #SUPERHERO AU TBT.#INTERACTION.#blows u a kiss.... hello.#Hello.

lamorts

tomorrow they will find the bodies like two ripen fruit, their discarded carcasses against the soft cut of sunlight, shadow & warmth intertwined — the flesh too pale, too collapsed into its own coldness. fathers & sons interminably sacrificing each other, the mother lying open once more as the child crawls out of the wound. it matters little if it was by human hand or by the mouth of a beast, the anger is still all his, the blood is still there. tonight, the body of the father is a lamb put through a knife, the body of the mother is empty but for her last sigh. & his tall shadow dangles over them: a child out of the cocoon of boyhood and into more brutal aesthetics. perhaps he has found he has catholic appetites. he grows carnassial teeth. now the blood drips calmly from his forehead. two ghosts look upon his work and despair.

there is an older story of a son who offers the father the fruits of his labour: it is no irony that god would accept the meat and the blood but leave the rest to silence. discontentedness has grown since then, attached to men like fleas. & now the throbbing organ of his anger is stilled. the first story repeats itself through the many branches of the tree it hangs itself from. there is something nihilistic to him that i have seen before, a cold bitterness dressed in self-righteousness. moonlight, perhaps more merciful than both of us, touches his face and then, only then, there are no more strange edges. he has learned he has the makings of a haunted house & it is too late now to escape the gaze of those within.

i do not ask if he wants to know what his ghosts have to say, that like tumorous masses, they sit at the dark pit of his belly and call out for him. many species cannibalize their progenitors, even if metaphorically. after tonight, his nameless name will go unspoken unless touched by fear, rage or empty desire, that weak hunger of the weak minded that only want something to consume. but by the final chapter, he will hear his name again and there will be love and then, only me. i do not say how young they sound to my ears or how old he looks in the shadow now that the moon has no stomach left to tolerate the scene. there is only the waiting and white silence.

i do the only civilized thing left: i extend a hand. a cigarette sits upon my palm like a small miracle, white against white. ❛ do we ? duty & want taken to such extremes only get you so far. ❜

curseat

THERE WAS LOVE , ONCE — if suguru walks through the hallways of memory he'd surely find the evidence of it, stark and bright against the putrid smell of everything else. in the door to the left he might see the way his mother looked at him before, try to erase the way she looked at him after, pretend that he will not ever imagine the way she might have looked now, all of the light removed from her eyes, an empty thing with nothing but muted purple against muted white. memories are twisted like that — willows bent out of shape, a brook curved in such a way that the shadow it casts is wrong, broken, corrupted. suguru's hands are trembling, his stomach churning with a truth he's not ready to admit, no, not yet.

though the moon has hid itself from this pitiful sight, she still remains, illuminated as though from within, a single cigarette in her palm as a blessing. suguru reaches for it, his finger grazes against her cold, pale flesh, and not for the first time does he wonder what she is, and not for the second time does he find that the answer doesn't matter, not that much. inside the pocket of his worn-out uniform, with dried blood still lingering on the edges of it like another memory, one that won't be washed away, no matter how much water is poured over those damned spots, he finds a lighter, a stolen relic of a time that seems to be gone, gone, gone. he places the cigarette against his lips and lights it, and looks away — her gaze seems to cut through him like a scalpel, and like a pathologist observe with clinical precision all of the broken fragments of his insides.

„ it's not — “ a pause, his words lingering in the air as he tries to place them together. „ it's not about duty or want. it's bigger than that. “ suguru takes a drag of the cigarette, the taste of tobacco and smoke burning through his wretched throat, burning the remains of taste that linger, always linger. it feels like a confession, bigger than what he's willing to admit, bigger than what he thought it would be. „ what, you think i wanted to do this? “ and this is the self - evidence that suguru nor god nor her will look at, the truth bent out of shape and making itself known only through a hand that shakes, and shakes, and shakes : there was love, once, and there is love, still. it's the crueler twist of a man's will that makes it so — an anger so potent it will annihilate everything, everything, even yourself.

#lamorts #MAIN VERSE : YOU HAVE BEEN DEAD FROM THE BEGINNING.#ARC 003 : MY ROT IS AS HUNGRY AS ME.#i love the catholicism i wish i could use it too #blows a kiss to saramago...

incantat1ons

she's studying him. same as she does satoru from time to time. it is why she was able to SNEAK BY the honored one without snagging his puppyish attention on the way over this particular spot. iori heard of the incident involving them. while she did wish both boys proper health - mentally and physically, this was her first time seeing them since before it occurred. satoru seemed unphased. almost overcompensating with energy. he had a habit of maintaining EFFORTLESS perfection at all times. suguru though, this is unfamiliar of him. utahime did not mean to sound so CRYPTIC either. the words slipping out of her in a way she normally does not CONDONE. she prefers her sentences arrive with a thoughtfulness attached. lips convert into something of a frown, ❛ if it was the heat you would be sweating, no? ❜

hand comes up to rest the back against the pale expanse of his forehead. just as she thought! no hotter than standard temperature and not a lick of moisture. she would smile in VICTORY at her own correct assumption if not for the circumstance. head cants to the side, soft show of inquisitiveness, ❛ we can talk, if you would like to. it beats fighting. gojo'll suck up all the excitement of today anyway. ❜

curseat

UTAHIME HAS ALWAYS BEEN TOO SMART FOR HER OWN GOOD — it's not a quality particularly cared for by the higher-ups of jujutsu society, or by anyone in this [ wretched ] place, always valuing brute strength over anything else. the question begs to be asked : what's the point of anyone if not the strongest? what's the point of anything? there is none to protect. he has to remind himself of that — what was once second nature now becoming almost a religious mantra, a prayer to be repeated every night — the strong protect the weak ( what a sick joke to the theory of evolution ). he's lost in thought, a chain of unwanted self-contradicting ideas in rapid speed, that it takes him by surprise.

touch — how long has it been since he's allowed someone else to touch him? it's a quick thing, gentle and soft, and still it is enough to make him flinch, body reacting quicker than his mind. suguru blinks, and then blinks again, like a deer caught in headlights, like the prey rather than the predator. he pulls uncomfortably at the collar of his uniform, looking away from her all-too-seeing eyes. he can't help but to frown at the mention of satoru, his name enough to bring a bitter taste to his lips, and he's half-sound enough to feel guilty about it, nails digging into his palms. „ are you so sure kyoto will lose that you're trying to get me to yield? it won't work, senpai. “ it's as bad of a deflection as they come, but it's all he can think about.

#incantat1ons #INTERACTION.#verse tbt.#i'm excited hehe

▒ ━ RE. SUDA MANAMI . . . @avichor : ” I APOLOGIZE FOR THE INTRUSION. I WAS ATTEMPTING TO SNEAK IN. ‟

AH ! IT BEGS — suguru finds it equal parts amusing and annoying, the incoherent babbling of monkeys right before their usefulness expires, alongside their not-so-quiet, not-so-steady beating of their hearts. he tilts his head to the side, a small glint on his eyes as he shuffles through the curses on his arsenal as though they are cards stacked on top of one another : which one is more fit for this particular . . . man? a businessman whose exploits were resulted in the exploitation of others ( not that suguru cares, particularly, how it is that monkeys deal with one another : as long as the money still flows towards him , they can all kill themselves , for all he cares. hah! might even make his life easier ) . . . he settles for a cat-like thing, with a thousand eyes and a hundred mouths, all sewn shut with a thick, scarlett suture, its flesh an inhuman, deathly grey as it oozes blackened drips thick enough to stain and still, somehow, invisible to their eyes. it stinks, like all curses do, and suguru sighs , „ that's enough. “ a flick of his wrist and the sutures are snapping open, open, open, the curse opening its mouths and — a noise, from the corner of the room. suguru looks at the door, only to see manami walking in.

he turns his attention back to the curse, watches with half-bored eyes as it gnaws at the flesh of the nonshaman, blood splashing on suguru's clothes. what a drag, he thinks . . . he wasn't planning on disinfecting them this early on. he snaps his eyes back to manami now that this has been resolved, tilting his head to the side . . . „ you're late, manami. i assume there's a good reason for it . . . ? “ there is no anger nor malice in his tone . . . he knows her well enough to trust.

#avichor #INTERACTION.#MAIN VERSE : YOU HAVE BEEN DEAD FROM THE BEGINNING.#ARC 003 : MY ROT IS AS HUNGRY AS ME.#:0 #violence /#teehee.... this is exciting #i hope this works omg i'm excited to write with you !!!#and excited to write this gremlin's worst moments . . . aht aht aht

small addition to my rules !!

* in regards to geto's canonical usage of the term monkeys to refer to non-sorcerers : it is not associated to the western racialized meaning of the term. for geto, calling non-sorcerers monkeys is associated to the buddhist usage of 'monkeys', referring to humans as lower beings when in comparison to buddha / the gods. monkeys are an allegory for human ignorance, and the human mind — the three monkeys in buddhism see/hear/speak no evil can also be seen as ignorant for covering their eyes/mouth/ears to the suffering of the world. in geto's case, he sees non-sorcerers as monkeys for the idea that they are blind to the suffering of sorcerers, therefore ignorant and lower. he also sees and believes that non-sorcerers should worship sorcerers, and those stronger than them, which correlates with the idea of him rejecting humanity.

all of this to say that while i understand and relate to the discomfort of someone referring to other humans pejoritively as monkeys, it is not in the same context as the racialized western one, and therefore it will happen occasionally in this blog, when the occasion calls for it. i do not enjoy the fandom's usage of the term in a joke manner, especially when they are western / nonblack, so that will not happen here. it will just be in character and in threads during the respective arcs.

#eventually a better more detailed meta post will come #but for now !!#a little explanation since i've used it a few times on this blog already #and since i'll probably have more threads set in his cult era #i wanted to have a little psa

hes so regal and beautiful…. and deserves so many kisses…..

#i want him back.

edenmemes

arcane (s2) sentence starters

ep1 - 8. warning for spoilers !

❝ everybody wants to be my enemy. ❞ ❝ you’re our leader. they follow you. i follow you. ❞ ❝ i've seen miracles spring from the hands of mages many times, but so often, they turned to horrors. ❞ ❝ why does anyone commit acts others deem unspeakable? for love. ❞ ❝ in my experience, no one in power is innocent. ❞ ❝ i don't wanna hear another word out of your mouth. ❞ ❝ i keep telling myself that you're different. but you're not. ❞ ❝ i haven't insulted your intelligence. do not insult mine. ❞ ❝ if you see the opening...take the shot. ❞ ❝ it's me. your vile villainess. the author of your nightmares. ❞ ❝ you have no inkling what family is to me. ❞ ❝ our paths diverged long ago. it was affection that held us together. ❞ ❝ i'm done blaming myself for your mistakes. ❞ ❝ there's one thing i know in my bones. there is no force in this world that can control you. ❞ ❝ your talents can be used to build, instead of destroy. ❞ ❝ no beast is more savage than man. ❞ ❝ i am the dirt under your nails. nothing's gonna clean me out. ❞ ❝ the dirt was on both our hands. ❞ ❝ stick your head in the dirt if you want, but this fantasy you've been living out here, it's not gonna last forever. ❞ ❝ now people avert their gaze when i roll by. ❞ ❝ still giving me the silent treatment, huh? ❞ ❝ you think it's so easy? to turn your back while your city looks to you for salvation? ❞ ❝ playing coy doesn't suit you, love. ❞ ❝ is it bad that i'm making friends with my demons? ❞ ❝ can i do the right thing for the wrong reason? ❞ ❝ ever since you dropped into my life, it's like i put on glasses. ❞ ❝ jeez, lady, you crazy? talking to dead people. ❞ ❝ sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind. ❞ ❝ that's a past life, kid. and it was about as sweet as last year's milk. ❞ ❝ why is peace always the justification for violence? ❞ ❝ haven't i done you enough favors? ❞ ❝ i must say goodbye to this place now. to you. ❞ ❝ you got that look in your eye again. what are you planning? ❞ ❝ people have lost their heads for less. ❞ ❝ everyone in my life has changed. promise me you won't change. ❞ ❝ wrath must be met with wrath. ❞ ❝ what you've stolen…is more precious than any gold. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the intrusion. i was attempting to sneak in. ❞ ❝ address me with respect, or keep your mouth shut. ❞ ❝ this is what you asked for. heavy is the crown. ❞ ❝ and then what? you take what you need, hang me out to dry? ❞ ❝ do you realize how easy it was for me to track you down here? ❞ ❝ awful, isn't it? losing a loved one. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry. i’m not comfortable trusting our fates to chance. ❞ ❝ you think it's so easy? to turn your back while your city looks to you for salvation? ❞ ❝ whether i'm pulling the pin or not, everyone who gets close to me dies. ❞ ❝ you walk along the edge of danger and it will change you. ❞ ❝ your youth betrays you. patience is a product of age. both of which i possess in abundance. ❞ ❝ we gotta choose right now whether we're gonna throw in the towel or make a stand together. ❞ ❝ i had a different name back then, you know. ❞ ❝ when will you admit that this is just one of your fantasies? ❞ ❝ my arrogance led me to take on more than i could handle. ❞ ❝ such force must be a final resort. ❞ ❝ in my experience, only guilty men answer accusations with silence. ❞ ❝ every time it seems like we might catch a break. ❞ ❝ you're a monster. why? why do all this? ❞ ❝ i must ask you to surrender your weapons. this is a place of peace. ❞ ❝ i still think it's a dumb idea. but i guess you won, and a deal's a deal. ❞ ❝ it’s nice to know there are still good ones left. ❞ ❝ i promise, it's the last offer you're gonna get. ❞ ❝ no matter what i do, i just can’t seem to die. ❞ ❝ maybe i underestimated you. maybe you have the strength i do not. ❞ ❝ you don't actually need my help. you haven't for a long time. ❞ ❝ like it or not, we're in this mess together. ❞ ❝ compassion. hate. two sides of the same coin. ❞ ❝ i have a plan. you’re not gonna like it. ❞ ❝ come closer, will you, babe? ❞ ❝ i'd feared i wouldn't have the chance to speak with you again. ❞

❝ you here to finish me off? ❞ ❝ i thought you were on our side. ❞ ❝ what is up with you? you've been out of it all day. ❞ ❝ as good as it feels to pour everyone's drink, you need to fill your own cup every now and again. ❞ ❝ you must destroy it. it corrupts. consumes. ❞ ❝ sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind. ❞ ❝ we do not lament a warrior's death. we avenge it. ❞ ❝ for the gifted, arrogance is the ultimate threat. ❞ ❝ why do you persist? after everything i've done? ❞ ❝ you're not alone. look at my shadow right behind you like a ghost. ❞ ❝ there is nothing to gain from this senseless bloodshed. ❞ ❝ i choose wrong every time. and because of it, i've lost everyone. ❞ ❝ go. before i do something i regret. ❞ ❝ i don't wanna lose what makes me "me" chasing some wild dream. ❞ ❝ i'm gonna find a way back, with or without you. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry. i've been an idiot. and an ass. you're hurting too. ❞ ❝ one's thoughts are more easily gathered in isolation. ❞ ❝ all right, out with it. what do you want from me? ❞ ❝ hey, in case i don't remember to tell you tomorrow, you've always meant the world to me. ❞ ❝ you ever wish you could just stay in one moment? ❞ ❝ if you're here to kill me, make sure to finish the job. ❞ ❝ i think beneath that mask you're scared. ❞ ❝ i must say that since i've met you, i've truly lived. ❞ ❝ never seen you give up on anything. ❞ ❝ i have the feeling that you'll be running this place soon. ❞ ❝ i think beneath that mask you're scared. ❞ ❝ i'm choosing to fight. and i pray that you will join me. ❞ ❝ this place will grow on you. you'll see. ❞ ❝ you're never gonna give up on me, are you? ❞ ❝ i think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away. ❞ ❝ hating you…i've hated myself. i just don't have the energy for it any longer. ❞ ❝ greatest thing we can do in life is find the power to forgive. ❞ ❝ oh, don't get all mushy on me now. ❞ ❝ i'm always with you. even when we're worlds apart. ❞ ❝ just 'cause you're having a bad day, don't take it out on me. ❞ ❝ look at the price of your ambition. you've sacrificed everything. ❞ ❝ you taught me the best lies come wrapped in truth. ❞ ❝ i feel like i woke up in the wrong universe. ❞ ❝ oh, spare the sympathy. ❞ ❝ uh, you do realize code phrases don't work when you make them up on the spot? ❞ ❝ desperation is the doorway to oblivion. ❞ ❝ it was a mistake to come here. ❞ ❝ this will have consequences. ❞ ❝ i know it's my fault that i'm here all alone. ❞ ❝ if you choose to flee, don't stop running. ❞ ❝ go and make some mistakes. you live and you learn. ❞ ❝ let me guess. you think i'm holding myself back. ❞ ❝ i have people back home who need me. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry i haven’t been around. ❞

#PROMPT.#heyyyyy~~

michelangelowept

WHAT IS MORE BLESSED THAN WATCHING BIRDS SING IN THE TREES? ICE CREAM. I'M NEVER GOING TO GET OVER THE TASTE OF HIGH-FAT STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE SWIRL.

he waits. let him come. he waits for the taste, and the buoyancy, the feel of bubbles icing his skin and his heart's scattered strawberry-pink thrum. it's cold cold, and suguru is warm, warm. his shirt see-through. blanched paper. two strawberry-pink flowers, pebbled with the cold on suguru's chest.

the water crashes in and he forgets about tasting. dick. but satoru lets himself be pulled around, because suguru probably needs this. see? benevolence.

a small river spurts out his mouth as he glares at suguru. icicles dangle off his lashes, fall like sequins on his lips.

“what, you gonna pet me? handholding not enough?”

satoru's not in the mood for tail-wagging, so he reactivates infinity instead. around the interlocking of their skin; suguru's fingers, his wrist. slowly, slowly, the thaw spreads down both their arms, toward solar plexus. the blue sun blooms out from inside him, but he thinks he's getting a handle on it—enfolding suguru's body in it. engulfing him. (because he knows his body, knows him.)

the wordplay between us gets very intense when there are fewer feelings around to confuse things. another go-round?

curseat

SUGURU CAN'T HELP IT : he throws his head back, lips canting upwards and spreading apart as laughter spills out of his mouth, eyes half-shut. satoru looks like a wet puppy, droplets of water falling off his hair and into his face, his mouth filled and even as he spits it out ( ew ) , suguru can't find it in himself to care. for the first time in what feels like too long, days-weeks-months that blend into one another as heavy as smudge . . . no, for the first time in forever, SUGURU FEELS LIGHT , like a weight had been pulled off his shoulders, or maybe like he drowned it in the water when he first went down — he's always known the ritualistic importance of water, but never before has he felt like this : cleansed — as though , for once , the stench and bitterness of curses that linger throughout his body, slithering right under his skin . . . as though that, for once, had been purified.

„ has anyone ever taught you to shut the fuck — “ suguru can't finish his sentence, can't even be annoyed at satoru enough to break the point in which their flesh connect — the sensation, although foreign, is indisputable : warmth spreads slowly from his fingers, until it encompasses half of his entire body, and the shuddering of his form slows down until it is almost non-existent. a part of him finds it annoying, that satoru is powerful enough to just do that, but the other, the bigger one, is torn between gratefulness and awe. suguru blinks, presses his lips against one another, holds on tighter to satoru, wants to enlarge the point of contact between them. „ oh. “ maybe satoru was right, to some degree. maybe handholding just isn't enough. suguru takes a step forward , pressing his arm against satoru's.

#michelangelowept #INTERACTION.#MAIN VERSE : YOU HAVE BEEN DEAD FROM THE BEGINNING.#trying very hard not to let this get very gay very fast #suguru is Not helping.

▒ ━ RE. IORI UTAHIME . . . @incantat1ons : ” THE SHADOW COVERS YOU IN A NIGHTMARE. ‟

THERE'S A CERTAIN FLAVOR OF SENTIMENTALITY in kyoto that suguru can't quite place : the very air seems to be doused with remorse, as though he is already missing what has yet to be lost , a paradox within a paradox within a paradox. although the sun shines high in the sky, with the last remnants of the summer humidity still lingering, the aftermath of curses hiding on every corner of the school and of japan is enough to sour his mood — not that it takes much to do that these days, no, these days the world is as if covered in a never-ending fog, with no way to escape the ever-growing grey that consumes the streets of japan. somewhere, from the corner, he hears satoru's obnoxious laughter, certainly the aftermath of gloating about some thing or the other — it's been like that lately. suguru is half surprised the higher-ups allowed him to participate of the goodwill event at all : the strongest is always busy nowadays ( suguru tries to ignore the aftertaste of bitterness that comes with the title — it swirls in his stomach like a particularly nasty curse ) , though perhaps it would have been more fair if he wasn't allowed to participate at all.

suguru closes his eyes, weariness clinging to his bones and making a home out of it, his fingers twitching for the small delight and reprieve that a cigarette brings. he only realizes he's not alone anymore when the sun that shined on his face is blocked, now shadowed. he opens his eyes, slowly, a small, [ nihilistic ] smile on his lips as he looks at utahime, friendly as ever ( not being around satoru always brings up a nicer side of him ) — said smile trembles on his lips as soon as he hears her words ; something uncomfortable coils itself around the base of his stomach. „ it's the heat. “ a beat. he shifts uncomfortably . „ it's been positively nightmareish. “

#incantat1ons #INTERACTION #MAIN VERSE.#ARC 002 tbt #oh hey........#this took forever but teheeeee... hello #twirls around #i hope this works out if not my ims are always open HEHE

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