monopoisoned --

"YOU’re nothing but a devil and yet YOU’ve gotten way too full of yourself!" mikoto kayano -- written by garth affiliated with isola radiale. mobile links.

[guiltyverdict]

hi all! apologies for the inconvenience- especially to those i was threading with- but i'm just not confident with my interpretation of mikoto right now, especially writing her out in prose; i'd like to wait until i'm more sure with my writing with her, so for now i've dropped her and therefor this blog will no longer be doing further replies or responding to starters.

i really do apologize for those who i owed replies to, and hopefully this won't happen again! thank you for all who wrote with me for the short time that i had her. please feel free to reuse starters/softblock this blog, etc.

as always, you'll be able to catch me instead at mithra's blog instead.

[juiceycube-deactivated20250613]

more milgram textposts!! sadly i couldn’t find any that fit jackalope. again, sorry if these have been done before or if they seem ooc

[annqer]

and the most pathetic-looking man award goes tooooooooooo-

[guiltyverdict]

👀 + what comfort do you look for in a crowded room

👀 + a question

"ah, hm..."

"well, when anxious, it's pretty common to look around to see if anyone else is as bothered as you, right? you want someone you can find commonality with, someone else who is trying to avoid eye contact."

there's a laugh!

"which is probably counterproductive to the entire point of avoiding eye contact, but... well, that's the sort of thing i look for."

[guiltyverdict]

👀 + How easy or difficult is it for you to show yourself love or speak kindly to yourself?

👀 + a question

"oh, that sort of thing? as strange as it sounds, whenever i get negative thoughts, it's like there's always voice in my head telling me not to believe that sort of shit... so i guess i have pretty good self-esteem that way?"

[rprnemes]

Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly!

[seaymph]

“Devilish in my innocence.”

— Franz Kafka, from Diaries   (via ladyofthecanyons)

[guiltyverdict]

just a small warning- mikoto's dashboard has, for some godforsaken reason, exclusively been switching to the "for you" tab of the dash and not the plain "following" section. because of this, if i miss a reply please just feel free to give me a poke!! ;o;

[schrodingersbabe]

if you can't tell, i've been going through a fuuta phase lately.. we r going to be an annoying redhead couple <3 i've already bought the matching t-shirts 🥰

[foulacy]

"cheh! you okay there?"

if they weren't, well. anyone's blood wouldn't automatically fall to childe's hands this time, which is relieving in of itself. honestly, no matter how dire a situation is, the harbinger can't help himself. he moves without hesitation, despite being stripped of resources - this time it was a very close call.

he hadn't batted an eye at his company until ensuring his own miraculous safety. childe approaches them, scuffing both palms together hastily, his smile anything but apologetic. there's a certain twinkle of thrill in his eyes.

"that was a close one! actually... pretty sure whatever that was is still alive." again, he hasn't got much on him. childe is pretty much bare, but, despite how infuriating that is, it adds to the flavour of an improvised fight. "uh, do you know where any shelter is? i think i see something in the distance. better run fast if you don't want to be caught in the claw of that beast. or whatever it was!"

@guiltyverdict

[guiltyverdict]

mikoto had found himself on the ground, hand clutched into his shirt, the cage of his ribs rattling as he tried to catch his breath- sure, this had to be fake.

sure, this had to be some sort of joke, or mistake, or hallucination.

but wasn't this a bit too close- isn't the threat on his life just a bit too close?

he had watched this clear stranger take down that- whatever that was- with nothing but bare hands and a cheerful smile. grey eyes meet brilliant blue, and lips flutter trying to find the words and fail.

eventually, mikoto simply blurts out,

"th-that was incredible...!"

okay, fangirling wasn't going to get the two of them anywhere. he pulls himself to his feet and hastily dusts the dirt and sand off of his rear. "i-i'm sorry, are you alright? you saved my ass...!"

how could he even begin to think about shelter when this guy was out here playing hero to begin with? still, the taller man was making a point, and he finally drags his eyes away from the imposing red-haired figure in front of him, the twitching remains of some horrendous grotesque, to the seasalty and hazy horizon.

"shelter... r-right... we should go together, don't you think?"

[soracities]

“You’re [a] monster. But so am I—which is why I can’t turn away from you.”

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel

[mikotomonday]

WEEK 12

mikoto trial 2 voice drama prediction

[evadethevoid]

“Your mind, you say, is like your hands, vacant: Vacant is not innocent.”

— Margaret Atwood, excerpt of Circe/Mud Poems 

[chensoden]

@guiltyverdict

" sooo, " he begins, "how bad of an idea would be to steal food from the dinosaurs?? "

he's dead serious.

" seriously ! whatever they're eating looks kinda good. "

[guiltyverdict]

mikoto stares at the dinosaurs. she stares, and she stares, and she-

suddenly startles, turning to look at the young man in shock. i mean- was he out of his mind!?

"n-no, you really can't do that!"

"if you're hungry, i'll help you forage...!!"

[explosivedesire]

"Oooh something drastic? Sounds right up my alley." Despite the chuckle at the end of Architect's comment it was pretty hard to tell if she was being genuine or not. Not having a platform to shoot rockets from probably helped her case more…

"If I knew I would've said right off the bat. But it seems like some island or whatever. Not really my style to figure out these kind of things."

More for the people who actually cared. Besides if it was an island then that meant it was a prime vacation spot. Minus everything that seemed out for them.

"Right! Name's Architect! But you don't need to worry about a thing if we're both together here. Usually I'd leave people like you in the dust BUT that won't help either of us out." One might call it "using bait" but that was a bit harsh.

"So, you know the way out or are you gonna be shaking that fist till either of us finds out what's trying to get us?"

[guiltyverdict]

architect? it was a strange name, but who was mikoto to judge? mikoto sags, her shoulders lowering, and she rubs her own arms in a soothing motion.

alright, mikoto. try to calm down and think more rationally. after all, though the woman standing in front of her was certainly real, this entire situation was like something straight out of a movie. it couldn't possibly be reality.

right?

"r-right... my name is mikoto, it's nice to meet you." well, the situation could've been better, but beggars couldn't really be choosers... "the way out? i... i think i remember, but- don't you think it's better to stay here...!? there are all sorts of dangerous things out there, archy!"

okay, yeah. she's already breaking out the nicknames.

[chaoticclaybomber]

Deidara hadn't had a chance yet to be in full mission mode, busy exploring the city and all his new surroundings. Here though, here he's fallen back into that trained readiness, that keen edge that made him one of the most dangerous shinobi in the Elemental Nations. He might not have most of his jutsu but that only makes him marginally less dangerous.

He hasn't lost any of his skill that had gotten him far enough to steal his kinjutsu and become the powerhouse he was. Good thing too because this place was awful.

He watches the girl slide down the wall with a tiny, displeased frown. Not someone who could really be of much use here then. Pity.

"Do I look like a freaky monster, un? Really?" Mussed maybe, pants a little more torn and dirty then when he'd started, a smudge of dirt or grime or something under one eye, but not monstrous, surely. Rude.

"If something else comes looking for a meal it's going to be your fault, un. I'm perfectly sneaky, yeah." He crouches, carefully listening beyond her voice for anything else coming and idly shifting a wooden kunai in one hand. "I don't suppose your any kind of fighter or have cool powers, un. That would be too convenient, yeah."

[guiltyverdict]

she runs a hand down her face- okay, this guy was right. it was probably not the most polite thing to have called this guy a monster to his face. sighing, she looks at her hands, then back at him- at the strange knife in his hand.

"i'm- sorry, alright? you're fine, i was just startled."

fighter? it wasn't as if mikoto was unfit- she was sporty, after all, and could definitely handle her own if it came to a fist fight, but against this strange looking guy or hell, whatever was crawling around the abandoned facility the two had found themselves in.

and when it came to cool powers- this wasn't a manga, right...? that sort of thing certainly didn't exist. but if they were in a place where these monsters existed, then...

hands come up to grip her sleeves tightly, and she shakes her head. "i'm sorry, but... i'm really just a normal person. i have no idea what's going on, or where i am, or-"

[iriphai]

peace offering to the milgram fandom