*/ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 !

𝐢 ⠀ think ⠀ 𝙶𝙾𝙳 ⠀ 𝐢𝐬 ⠀ gonna ⠀ 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 ⠀ 𝙩𝙤 ⠀ kill ⠀ 𝖒𝖊

[gorekissed-a]

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No... it's a Christmas miracle!

Sayuri's back to being a full-time menace over at @akuroi.

[akuroi]

ꕥ    𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐈  . . .   is  an  independent  &  selective  depiction  of  SAYURI  TAMASHIRO,  a  fandomless,  horror-based  𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟  𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥,  thriving  across  verses  through  tragedy,  cunning,  and  ambition.  imagined  viscerally  by  𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,  27,  she/her  (CET)  !   

[akuroi]

ꕥ    𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐈  . . .   is  an  independent  &  selective  depiction  of  SAYURI  TAMASHIRO,  a  fandomless,  horror-based  𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟  𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥,  thriving  across  verses  through  tragedy,  cunning,  and  ambition.  imagined  viscerally  by  𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,  27,  she/her  (CET)  !   

[akuroi]

ꕥ    𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐈  . . .   is  an  independent  &  selective  depiction  of  SAYURI  TAMASHIRO,  a  fandomless,  horror-based  𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟  𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥,  thriving  across  verses  through  tragedy,  cunning,  and  ambition.  imagined  viscerally  by  𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,  27,  she/her  (CET)  !   

[akuroi]

ꕥ    𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐈  . . .   is  an  independent  &  selective  depiction  of  SAYURI  TAMASHIRO,  a  fandomless,  horror-based  𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟  𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥,  thriving  across  verses  through  tragedy,  cunning,  and  ambition.  imagined  viscerally  by  𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,  27,  she/her  (CET)  !   

[gorekissed-a]

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No... it's a Christmas miracle!

Sayuri's back to being a full-time menace over at @akuroi.

[gorekissed-a]

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No... it's a Christmas miracle!

Sayuri's back to being a full-time menace over at @akuroi.

[gorekissed-a]

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No... it's a Christmas miracle!

Sayuri's back to being a full-time menace over at @akuroi.

[gorekissed-a]

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No... it's a Christmas miracle!

Sayuri's back to being a full-time menace over at @akuroi.

[gorekissed-a]

After a lot of thought (and a few attempts to reignite my muse), I’ve decided to archive this blog and step away from Sayuri as a muse for now. These past weeks, I’ve realized that while my passion for her character hasn’t faded, my enjoyment of writing her has. Exploring new muses and different fandoms has made me see how much more fulfilled and engaged I feel elsewhere, and it’s become hard to ignore the lack of interaction and appreciation here that has been dwindling my motivation for quite some time now.

This isn’t to say I didn’t enjoy my time on this blog. I’m endlessly grateful for the genuine, lasting connections I’ve made, and for all the creative minds that helped make this space feel special. Even if we aren’t in close contact, I hope our paths cross again in writing someday.

You can still find me on @majirimono (Yoshiki Tsujinaka) and @choyume (Shinobu Kochō) if you’d like to stay in contact and continue writing.

[gorekissed-a]

After a lot of thought (and a few attempts to reignite my muse), I’ve decided to archive this blog and step away from Sayuri as a muse for now. These past weeks, I’ve realized that while my passion for her character hasn’t faded, my enjoyment of writing her has. Exploring new muses and different fandoms has made me see how much more fulfilled and engaged I feel elsewhere, and it’s become hard to ignore the lack of interaction and appreciation here that has been dwindling my motivation for quite some time now.

This isn’t to say I didn’t enjoy my time on this blog. I’m endlessly grateful for the genuine, lasting connections I’ve made, and for all the creative minds that helped make this space feel special. Even if we aren’t in close contact, I hope our paths cross again in writing someday.

You can still find me on @majirimono (Yoshiki Tsujinaka) and @choyume (Shinobu Kochō) if you’d like to stay in contact and continue writing.

[gorekissed-a]

After a lot of thought (and a few attempts to reignite my muse), I’ve decided to archive this blog and step away from Sayuri as a muse for now. These past weeks, I’ve realized that while my passion for her character hasn’t faded, my enjoyment of writing her has. Exploring new muses and different fandoms has made me see how much more fulfilled and engaged I feel elsewhere, and it’s become hard to ignore the lack of interaction and appreciation here that has been dwindling my motivation for quite some time now.

This isn’t to say I didn’t enjoy my time on this blog. I’m endlessly grateful for the genuine, lasting connections I’ve made, and for all the creative minds that helped make this space feel special. Even if we aren’t in close contact, I hope our paths cross again in writing someday.

You can still find me on @majirimono (Yoshiki Tsujinaka) and @choyume (Shinobu Kochō) if you’d like to stay in contact and continue writing.

[wateredveil-deactivated20251230]

* 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒍   :   an   indie,   canon   divergent   ⅋    semi   -   selective   duo   muse   blog   for   the   hashira’s   𝑀𝑈𝐼𝐶𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑂   𝑇𝑂𝐾𝐼𝑇𝑂   ⅋   𝐺𝐼𝑌𝑈   𝑇𝑂𝑀𝐼𝑂𝐾𝐴   from   koyoharu   gotouge’s    𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨   𝗡𝗢   𝗬𝗔𝗜𝗕𝗔.   unaffiliated   with   any   fandoms   /   RPC.   sporadic   activity   /   mutuals   only   !   written   by   wynter   (25+,   she   /   her,   CET)   BE   AWARE   THAT   THIS   BLOG   CAN   CONTAIN   DARK   CONTENT

[heartcollected]

🎭 (hihi)

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 | @gorekissed Sayuri/Yuki

[centifeed]

@gorekissed > ??? [ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles.

[ THE WORLD ] seems so cruel & countless; with no sunlight in sight, you can feel the gloom set in. scent of rain & mingling of flesh make your stomach churn; you can't remember the last time you've eaten. moments of indulgence turn to figments of regret; there's still a part of you rejecting the call. you've always been this way ... why do you resist? boots clammer through unsuspecting puddles, weaving winds whisper past ... a constant reminder you're not alone. hands clench jacket closer, careful to keep features unseen; it's bad enough the red is starting to seep in again.

coffee wafts & brings you back; kaneki's head lifts, searching the mist for its source. a shop not too far, only issue is crossing two extra lanes to reach it. well, it'd be better than being out here.

[gorekissed-a]

Confines  of  neon  and  concrete  whispered  pleasantries  of  modern  marvel  to  those  who  heeded  to  its  call;  where  her  heart  believed  its  residency  and  childhood  laughter  had  long  hollowed,  Sayuri  saw  scarcely  more  than  a  gilded  cage.  Even  an  apex  predator  chained  to  its  own  misery  was  but  a  puppeteer  to  fate’s  endless  claim;  a  creature  bred  for  the  hunt,  yet  bound  by  unseen  chains;  an  invisible  hand  extended  over  her  hooded  figure  as  she  at  least  denied  the  heavy  droplets  claim  on  her.  To  walk  those  streets  that  promised  an  abundance  of  everything — everything — but  peace...  never  peace...  

Yet  perhaps  this:  a  momentary  relief,  a  taste  of  delight.  A  discordant  note  of  despondency  that  caught  her  attention  and  held  it  in  its  tantalizing  grip;  beckoning  fingers  that  taunted  her  closer  with  the  mirage  of  recognition.  Any  web  intricate  enough  was  able  to  lure  her  in,  despite  any  risk  lurking;  in  a  world  where  survival  defined  her  sole  existence,  to  feel  alive  through  thrill  was  a  luxury  indulged  no  matter  how  scarce,  no  matter  the  ultimate  cost.  Urban  turmoil  and  heaven’s  downpour  faded  into  insignificance  amidst  quickened  steps  that  drew  her  closer,  ever  closer. 

[gorekissed-a]

➥ [  .⠀.⠀.  ] ❛  I  come  all  this  way  to  see  you,  and  this  is  the  greeting  I  get?  ❜ , @soulfulempathy  wondered.

Oh,  how  dear — I  could  barely  contain  my  laughter,  the  soft  chuckle  that  spilled  from  my  lips  the  instant  his  expression  registered  in  my  periphery.  My  ears,  those  ever-loyal  architects  of  my  self-satisfaction,  were  quick  at  work:  true  maestros  of  the  art  of  vanity,  they  re-framed  any  sort  of  distress  to  my  favor,  finding  easy  flattery  and  affirmation  of  my  own  irresistible  allure  in  any  lament. ❛ Don’t  look  so  disappointed,  Yuki-kun, ❜ I  purred  and  hence  interrupted  whatever  sentimental  drama  he  had  possibly  already  envisioned  to  unfold. ❛ What  did  you  expect?  My  arms  flung  around  your  neck,  lips  pursed  to  your  heart’s  content? ❜

The  teasing  lilt  of  my  voice  entered  the  conversation  like  a  third  party,  an  unwanted  intruder  to  this  twosome  moment:  I  simply  couldn’t  help  it  as  my  mind  cast  images  any  true  cinephile  would  adore,  imaginary  moments  right  out  of  a  lush,  sun-dappled  Jane  Austen  adaption. ❛ That’s  not  exactly  my  style,  is  it? ❜ The  question  rang  merely  metaphorical:  it  needn’t  be  said  that  I  appreciated  a  more  macabre  sort  of  beauty,  a  certain  visceral  edge  to  my  romance.  Had  he  offered  a  freshly  excised  heart  or  glistening  viscera,  perhaps  I  would  have  found  it  in  me  to  grace  him  with  the  kind  of  greeting  he  seemingly  longed  for.  Without  such  gore,  however...  there  was  only  him,  and  me,  and  the  chasm  of  whatever  complicated,  unspoken  thing  lay  between  us.  A  chasm  I  preferred  to  brush  off  with  characteristic  briskness  rather  than  dare  to  acknowledge,  let  alone  bridge  it. 

“I’M  SORRY,  I  JUST  HAD  TO  FIND  YOU”  prompts , accepting !

[ozu-teapot]

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