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Hello ! I have decided to REMAKE. This blog is now an archive. New blog is @cvrseduser ā”
Hello ! I have decided to REMAKE. This blog is now an archive. New blog is @cvrseduser ā”
Hello ! I have decided to REMAKE. This blog is now an archive. New blog is @cvrseduser ā”
Suguru may have lacked faith in her being able to translate her surgical skills into hairdressing, but that just meant Shoko would be confident for the both of them. If he asked for a perfectly crafted curtains style haircut, they might have been in trouble, but small repairs like this were child's play. Literally, too.
She wouldn't even be able to say how old she was the first time she cut out bubble gum or art clay from one of her cousin's hair to hide the consequences of their shenanigans from the adults, but she couldn't be older then ten. It was way funnier to watch him squrim tho, than to actually admit some more related experience.
"All good, all done." And in truth, she was happy with the result, or rather, the lack of it as far as a quick glance allowed; hair strands that she had to cut off easily lost among other, longer strands of Suguru's admittedly luscious hair. As for what remained, she again picked up one of the strands firmly glued together by some curse remnant to the level of her eyes. "Gross. No creepiness intended, but, can I keep it?"
Soft chuckle left her lips when Suguru admitted the shirt actually belonged to Gojo.
"Why, do you want a dye job also?"
Suguru tapped his feet as he waited, impatient and anxious, feeling the gentle tugs from the hair holding and slicing with the scalpel.
His friends truly were something else...
The sorcerer reached back to touch his hair, make sure it didn't feel like it was simply chopped off and he would have a whole chunk of hair missing there. It felt alright... He still had to go see it in a mirror. But despite that and Shoko's confident look and gleam in her eyes, Suguru still felt a little uneasy. He had to see it, and wear it for a couple of days before he settled on whether he liked it or not. Who the hell cuts hair with a scalpel ?! He felt entitled to his uneasiness.
Then when Shoko picked up a piece of gooped up hair, Suguru wrinkled his nose and waved dismissively in the air.
Ā« Gross indeed. Do whatever you want with it, I don't wanna know. Ā» And a quick shake of his head to refuse the very kind offer.
Ā« Mm-mn. No, thanks. I'm quite happy not having my hair fried,Ā Ā» he said, half jokingly, pulling his hair protectively over his shoulder.
Though the sun beats down upon him, the air as he rushes towards the building is cool against skin. Whatever he felt earlier has calmed, a sense of tranquillity washing over him - until Suguru shows up, and it starts anew, thrumming through his body in a steady beat. Is this a sickness relating to his friend ? Thinking about it, hasn't he felt something similar before ? Back when they were playing games and hands brushed while reaching for snacks. A delicate pink had blossomed across cheeks then as it does now, odd sensations in his stomach swirling. "There you are ! Took your time, Suguru." He tries to ignore it, clapping him on the back instead and grinning. "Guess you lost, so you're paying for dinner-- "
Oh. That expression. Either he's displeased, wants to ask him something, or - what ? He can't say. Part of him isn't sure it wants to know. "-- Ha ? What's with that look. You good ? Heat getting to you, too ?" Thumb points towards the door, hands burying themselves in his pockets. "C'mon, let's go inside. It'll be cooler in there. We can go to the arcade too if you wanna." Another glance at his friend. Caught in sunlight, his face is framed by rays cascading down from the heavens. He is, in a way, beautiful - wait. Beautiful ? Suguru ? No way ! A hand rubs the back of his neck in perplexion. Perhaps soda will help ? Something sweet. His brain is likely running on fumes. "Could do with some candy or soda before that, though."
Suguru's frown doesn't leave his face when his friend claps his back. In fact, it deepens a little, concerned and confused by Satoru's erratic behaviour. And a little annoyed at his carelessness, too.
He pushes his arm away with a click of his tongue. Ā« āWhat's with that lookā ? Ā» he repeats. Ā« What's up with you ? You almost knocked an old woman over, Satoru, Ā» he says. This has got nothing to do with the heat.
Ā« I don't wanna go to the arcade, Ā» he says, folding his arms across his chest, mood admittedly ruined by Satoru's behaviour. He doesn't want to play when he's acting so oddly and who knows how he will react to losing ! Still, he quirks an eyebrow as he observes his friend for a moment before sighing and dropping his arms to his sides. He can't stay mad at him for long, especially not when he's concerned.
Ā« Let's just go get the ice creams, see if that helps any. You were overheating in that bus. I'll take the bike back. But... Satoru, are you okay ? Ā» His brows are now curved up, expression soft and pleading. He hopes he knows he can talk to him... Lean on him, all that mushy suff.
[ ok time to write... someone smack me if i dont churn out at least 2 replies ... cries ]
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Love as a Choice.
You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.
tagged by : @zangyo (ty shiii <3) tagging: @parieha ; @lidadur ; @yuujitheevessel ; @muryonokansei ; @2xcursekissed ; @omezuki ; anyone else just take it from me !
@chikoyama a demandé : 18, 21
18. Are there any AUās youād like to explore but havenāt had the chance to yet?
I dooooo ! I'd love an arranged marriage au haha or soulmates au <3 i loooooooove those. also a regular modern (non-sorcerer) university au please gawd slice of life keeps me alive. and for canon i'd actually like to write more cult leader geto, but i find it a bit difficult to come up w interactions that make sense idk.
21. Are there certain characters that you gravitate towards?
YES definitely. i 100000% gravitate towards the broody ones haha ; the quiet, reflective, more serious ones, or also the angry ones.
munday meme | accepting
@strawdxll a demandé : 8 & 17 for the munday meme n.n
8. What are some similarities between you and your muse/muses?
Hmmm... For Geto I think I'm in my head a lot and mull stuff over too much ? i consider myself a very introspective person and also an ambivert, i can be pretty boisterous and loud and have fun and i'm friendly, but it depends a LOT who im with and also rly appreciate my alone time ā my energy reserves run out easily haha. I think we r v similar in these regards. Lots of feelings and thoughts that we keep to ourselves (i also have clinical depression)
17. Least favourite trope?
Omegaverse LMFAOOOOO like... i dont hate it but i just find it soooo unserious i can't... its too funny to me but also i avoid it like the plague when i see tags on ao3 or whatever LOL ! i rly dont care abt it, u will never catch me writing it or reading it, i will discuss it but bc i think its funny, not anything serious.
munday meme | accepting
Anonyme a demandé : can i ask why you use arrows for dialogue on all your blogs? just seems like regular quotation marks would be easier to understand and easier to type
Hello ! Well... To be honest, it's pretty simple haha ; my keyboard is in French, and speech marks ( " ) and inverted commas ( ā ā ) don't exist in French. Instead guillemets ( « » ) are used to indicate speech. Essentially my keyboard automatically uses « » when I try to use quotation marks ? So it's actually easier for me since it's just the symbol that my keyboard has, otherwise I'd have to change / copy&paste quotation marks into each dialogue lol...
I also think it's stylish ! So I don't bother changing them.
ā” Munday Meme ā”
Some questions to get to know the munās rping habits!
When did you start writing on Tumblr?
Who was your first muse?
Who are your longest rp friends?
Favourite thing about roleplaying?
Least favourite thing about roleplaying?
OTP for your muse?
NOTP for your muse?
What are some similarities between you and your muse/muses?
What are some differences between you and your muse/muses?
Would you be friends with your muse if they were real?
Would you write with duplicate characters? How do you think your muse would react?
Have you any old muses that youād love to bring back?
Whatās one random headcanon about your muse that people mightnāt know?
Who is an author that inspires you?
What do you look for in a rp partner?
Favourite trope?
Least favourite trope?
Are there any AUās youād like to explore but havenāt had the chance to yet?
Do you listen to music whilst writing? If so, what kind of music?
How do you overcome writerās block?
Are there certain characters that you gravitate towards?
Short, medium, or long threads?
Do you ever get jealous when rping? How do you handle this?
What about your muse are you most proud of?
artist / please don't use without permission for my ship with @cvrseduser !!!! <3 <3
[ been getting lots of stuff done on my mumu, but i will queue up some stuff in here too soon ]
[ hi ! i am going on a trip tmrw so i will be away for a week (not that im super active anyway lol), just wanted to let u guys know i wont be around here during this time ! i was going to write tonight and queue some stuff up on all my blogs, but my computer decided to die so⦠:skull: i promise i will respond to things when im back ! and ofc u can catch me on discord but i will be low act there too. see u soon ! ]
[ when smth possesses u to write... ]
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it takes a moment to change someone's life; that's a truth yuuta knows too well. a string of these moments had gotten yuuta to where he was today: shadowing his mentorāhis saviorāat the temple to free people of their stressorsācursed spirits, as geto-sama had called them.
for the first few people who had come in, yuuta attentively watched as the older curse user had kindly heard them out, noting the spirits idly hanging from the people in different places, in different ways. yuuta made a mental note that none of the people were even remotely aware of the clinging creatures. non-sorcerers only knew the pressure and the negative emotions they felt.
when a young woman walks in and states her own issues, geto-sama's welcoming hand gestures to the woman as he encourages yuuta to try it now that he's seen him exorcise a few of the small curses plaguing the lives of these harmless people. the teen is hesitant at first, never having dealt with such small targets, never having worried about another person when it comes to eliminating cursed spirits. he'd usually just fight curses under the supervision of another member of the organization and weaken the spirits enough for rika to bring back to his mentor for his consumption. it was better geto-sama stored them rather than let them roam japan unattended and risking civilian lives.
It truly is grating to his ears listening to this bunch of monkeys yap and whine and ask for his help as though he had an ounce of care for them in him. Still he smiles placidly, pretends to care although sometimes not very hard. These people have what he wants, so he will put himself through hours of it to claim what's his in the end.
It's as easy as a flick of his wrist for him to rid these desperate lesser beings of their own viciousness clinging to them like leeches. Spirits twist and morph under his fingers, swirling like tendrils and compressing into orbs of condensed malice like black marble. Tiny creatures that amount to nothing were it not for their numbers. Varying in sizes, in emotions, in threat.
There is one, however, that he's thrilled to have in his possession, albeit indirectly. The boy had called her Rika, and she was, he was certain, a crucial piece of the puzzle to get his plan moving along. Except she was out of control, still, and without him absorbing it, it was up to the boy to tame it.
Okkotsu Yuuta. What a wonderfully pliant boy he had turned out to be ! Suguru hadn't needed to try to convince him to join his cause. The poor thing had seen with his own tired eyes far more than anyone his age should. Suguru wasn't necessarily thrilled for the boy's trauma, but it had... Certainly made things a little bit easier. He understood ; he had seen it, too.
Taking him under his wing has proven fruitful. He has nurtured the boy with the care he needed, the same kind that oozes out of him by nature, and now it was time to put his training to the test.
The false priest gestures towards their client, the last of the day. He notices Yuuta's hesitation, and is quick to reassure him about it. Then his mentee takes a step forward, calls for Rika, and Suguru's own skin tightens with goosebumps. He notes the smile on his lips, and he smiles back, offering him an encouraging thumbs up as he leans his weight on the soft cushion of his kyosoku.
He's not surprised by the scene that unfolds before his eyes. His smile stretches into an amused smirk, and he follows Rika's spirit through lazy eyes from his spot as she vanishes after Yuuta's petition is fulfilled. Just like that ; childish behaviour, but he supposes she is a child, after all. It's endearing, in a twisted way.
Suguru pushes himself up to join his pupil's side. He can't allow him to spiral, not when he's done such a good job ! The soft fabric of his socks insulate the sounds of his steps as he approaches, and he stops next to him. He doesn't care about the blood seeping through, and he doesn't look at Yuuta when he sees him look at him from out the corner of his eye. He's looking at the mutilated body of the woman in front of them, the shocked expression on her face as she lays dead on the wooden floor and the pool of blood only grows wider and wider.
He does eventually crouch down next to him when he plops down, frantically trying to put the woman back together and bring her back to life. Endearing, again, but he shouldn't get his hands dirty by blood that isn't worth their soap.
He puts a hand on Yuuta's shoulder, reassures him that it's okay and that he's there, but the boy keeps babbling and he can see the guilt and the pain behind his wobbly eyes. Suguru reaches for his hands this time, pulling them away from the woman's body and holding them in his instead, blood thick and warm and slippery. But he holds them safely, holds him.
Ā« Okkotsu-kun. It's alright, Ā» he says softly, voice levelled. Ā« Rika-chan was a very good girl, wasn't she ? Came when you called her and did exactly as you asked. And you, too. You have done very well and helped ā no more cursed spirits will come from this, Ā» he looks at the woman for a fleeting moment before looking back into his student's wide eyes, reaching to squeeze his shoulder reassuringly once again and staining his shirt bloody. Minor details.
Ā« Don't waste your worry on someone like this. You've cleansed more than just a cursed spirit today. Ā» He did, after all, just rid the world of one less disgusting monkey.
Then as he gets up, he pulls the boy up along. These creatures truly don't deserve Yuuta's genuine care, let alone his knees pressed against the hard floor. He can tell he has a lot to give, but he still needs to learn to channel it towards the right people and not just spill it onto everyone.
Ā« Let's call Manami so she can have someone clean this mess, and then let's go get cleaned up and get some fresh air, hm ? Ā»
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it takes a moment to change someone's life; that's a truth yuuta knows too well. a string of these moments had gotten yuuta to where he was today: shadowing his mentorāhis saviorāat the temple to free people of their stressorsācursed spirits, as geto-sama had called them.
for the first few people who had come in, yuuta attentively watched as the older curse user had kindly heard them out, noting the spirits idly hanging from the people in different places, in different ways. yuuta made a mental note that none of the people were even remotely aware of the clinging creatures. non-sorcerers only knew the pressure and the negative emotions they felt.
when a young woman walks in and states her own issues, geto-sama's welcoming hand gestures to the woman as he encourages yuuta to try it now that he's seen him exorcise a few of the small curses plaguing the lives of these harmless people. the teen is hesitant at first, never having dealt with such small targets, never having worried about another person when it comes to eliminating cursed spirits. he'd usually just fight curses under the supervision of another member of the organization and weaken the spirits enough for rika to bring back to his mentor for his consumption. it was better geto-sama stored them rather than let them roam japan unattended and risking civilian lives.