[hyakkiyago]

idk man i'm working on a new pinned gimme time LMAO

[sleepygetou]

Happy Birthday Suguru~ ♡

[mcflymemes]

PRE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue to help set up already existing relationships between your muses and give them past scenarios to reference, adjust as necessary

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS

we were only kids back then. we didn't know any better.

you promised me we'd be friends forever.

you've changed quite a bit since i saw you last.

how are your parents doing? will you tell them i said hi?

i've known you for years, and you haven't changed a bit.

you've always been like this.

remember the last time this happened?

sure, i made a lot of mistakes, but so did you.

do you remember how we met?

you always stood up for me, no matter what.

i've always had a lot of love in my heart for you.

when i was struggling, you were always there for me.

I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY

i thought i told you to stay away.

you've got a lot of nerve, showing your face around here again.

i really don't want to see you again.

you're supposed to call and warn me before you show up here.

there's never going to be a "next time."

this is the last time you show up like this.

last time i said i never wanted to see you again, and yet here you are.

you can't just show up here unannounced.

you remember what happened the last time you showed up.

every time you show up here, shit hits the fan.

you're putting us all in danger by showing up here.

don't you have somewhere else to be?

ROMANTIC FEELINGS

i'm sorry, but i can't stop thinking about you.

after the time we spent together, you've been on my mind.

can we discuss what happened between us?

the last time i saw you, you were going to say something... and then you stopped.

did you mean it? any of it?

i wish we were still together.

would you go on another date with me?

it's hard to deny how you make me feel.

you've always had an effect on me.

i can't stop thinking about the way you look at me.

GENERIC "I'VE KNOWN YOU FOR A WHILE"

do you remember what you told me?

i can't believe this is happening to us again.

the last time this happened, we were better prepared.

i tried calling you a hundred times, but you never answered.

this was never supposed to end like this.

didn't you see my text?

i know you better than anyone else.

you can't lie to me. i can tell when you're lying.

you're making "the face" again.

you promised me you'd stop doing that.

[hyakkiyago]

thinkin about him (suguwu)

[hyakkiyago]

" Oh!— "     What a sight!     " Am I interrupting something? "     It was nothing short of breathtaking: an ordinary citizen— though it seemed corpse was far more appropriate at that point, ashen-faced and slack-jawed, twitching a soundless death rattle— whose neck united two identical rows of teeth, ivory talons stained red with their essence. Any other ordinary citizen would scurry for the hills; he was no ordinary man. Getō Suguru, in fact, was a peculiar man with ... peculiar tastes, and those tastes were undeniably piqued by pure happenstance.

To find it among cobblestone walls in the midst of a shoddy alleyway was just a plus that worked well in his favor. The inevitable cleanup, not so much. Ah, something to worry about later.

He waved a hand as if greeting an old friend, smiled a tight-lipped smile.     " Don't mind me. Do go on. "     / @sixeis

[hyakkiyago]

suguru as the solar system.     repost, do not reblog.

sun.          /      egotistical     •     melted wax wings and fingers     •     stretching sunburnt skin     •     the most generous soul     •     blood in the fruit     •     halos     •     anger on fire     •     high vitality     •     thunderous laughter     •     is pride really a sin?     •     halogenic aura

mercury.          /     expansion of the mind     •     silver-tongued     •     an everlasting wanderer     •     polyglot     •     high dexterity     •     handwritten letters     •     innately critical     •     en vogue     •     eyes in the trees     •     hidden libraries     •     there’s always room for improvement

venus.          /     in love with strangers     •     iridescent waters     •     love potions for your mirror     •     selfless devotion     •     shattering crystal     •     seafoam upon sand     •     the golden ratio     •     drowning in your own passion     •     material value & high principles     •     luring     •     plush lips

earth.          /     fresh springs     •     tree hugger     •     we can start again tomorrow     •     a blazing rainforest     •     respects survival of the fittest     •     nature’s adversity     •     lazy bones     •     constantly evolving     •     flowers sprouting from wounds     •     a granite altar     •     fossilized remains

moon.          /     illusory     •     silver shimmer off the ocean     •     secrets and gossip     •     cycles of reincarnation     •     a crybaby     •     physically ethereal     •     shared glances with a stranger     •     cat eyes     •     mistrusting their intuition     •     fear is a prison     •     ornate magic wands

mars.          /     healthy competition     •     attraction and repulsion     •     magma and rubies     •     a blade being forged     •     wrath wrath wrath     •     malefic     •     intense eye contact     •     cannon fodder & fireworks     •     blood floods     •     copper taste on your tongue

jupiter.          /     red robes and a suit of armor     •     beacon of stability     •     leader by birth     •     thunderbolts and lightning     •     guilty but can’t stop     •     secret rich kid     •     golden touch golden tears     •     innate optimist     •     failure isn’t an option     •     constantly reaching for more     •     unfinished symphonies

saturn.          /     traditional     •     overbearing energy     •     a sculptor of reality     •     this existence is a karmic one     •     has a heart, it’s just... way down deep     •     law, order & justice     •     avoid all necessary risk     •     the sound of shackles clanging     •     sisyphus’ struggle     •     grappling with the reality of time     •     self-governing

uranus.          /     psychedelic funk music     •     overflowing cups     •     a rebellion with skin     •     looking good in photo id     •     oblivious but caring     •     middle fingers in the air     •     double rainbows     •     icy diamond exterior     •     holographic     •     afraid of their own mediocrity     •     pearlescent smoke

neptune.          /     an elegy for the lost     •     dissolving boundaries     •     white horses     •     the burden of mystical conditions     •     deceptive     •     escapism is their reality     •     a polarizing entity     •     artist's soul     •     paranoia     •     searching for the unseen     •     a siren’s swan song

pluto.          /     angel statues over graves     •     power     •     the cycle of necrosis     •     transformative     •     unfathomable depths     •     an ivory tower toppling over     •     screaming at the sky     •     violets and irises     •     eclipsed darkness     •     speaks with their shadow     •     sex, death, rebirth

tagged by: @thevesel, thanks so much!

tagging @starsacross, @sixeis, @kikippatsu, @pinkbarbi, @ayahimes, @onegil, and you

[luthienne]

jack gilbert, “islands and figs” / richard siken, “the worm king’s lullaby”

[hyakkiyago]

@withsorrowandregret, amanai riko. [ MEAL ] for our muses to share some other kind of food together.

the collective decision to prolong their stay in okinawa was a boon more than anything, he had to admit. despite the nature of their task, he was enjoying the day. for the first time in many years, suguru felt peace. perhaps, even, a little bit of joy. it helped him forget the grave nature of their staying, temporarily. oft a lingering thought, taking shape under his skin —

they were seated under the shade of a grand, vibrant umbrella. the ocean beckoned their attention, but it could wait. he'd heard the grumble of amanai's stomach before she could protest, so he ever gingerly excused them both, ushering her toward the nearest food stalls. variety plucked many possibilities, some familiar, some foreign. either way, the scents were absolutely heavenly. she had an important decision to make.

"go ahead. pick whatever you want. it'll be my treat." his encouragement complemented the warmth in his smile. nothing was too sweet, too spicy, too sour for him. his taste buds have long since been dulled inalterably; anything was better than what he was made to consume, day after day.

[hyakkiyago]

@kikippatsu. ‘ let’s not talk about it , let’s just not talk. ’

“ ah. my apologies. ”   halcyon days were long over. the metaphorical elephant in the room, substantial as it was unavoidable, held their sparse get-togethers hostage as a silent, looming force. it need not be acknowledged for it to cement its scorching mark regardless. very characteristic.

“ i should be more considerate of one of my closest friends. truth be told, i'd rather we didn't either. after all, this is about us, ”   the mask slipped into place, and suguru was, once more, all smiles. not for the sake of ieiri, for she knew him. deeply, beyond the infamy, the malefaction. he gestured with a generous arm, stepping aside and granting entrance into one unassuming abode — a stark contrast to all he'd already accomplished. the blood of humanity was a permanent stain on his hands, and he'd have it no other way.   “ we have so much to catch up on. tea? ”

[sixeis]

he's quick to assess suguru for any injury; no abrasions or blood stains for the eyes to see. additionally, the  young girls  look  as  he describes. for  what?  by  who?  ❛     they?     ❜     as  with  anything  unknown,  questions  arise. however,  as  gojō  looks  upon  suguru's  conflicted  expression,  he's  filled  with  a  sense  of  unfathomable dread.

transferring  megumi  and  tsumiki  over  to  live  under  the  support  of  jujutsu  tech  was  an  extrinsic  circumstance  and  an  undeniably  difficult  one. he  had  to  jump  through  hoops,  it  felt  like,  to  secure  their  protection  and  financial  security,  while contesting the zen'in  clan. is still actively doing so. all  that  to  say,  this  wasn't  an  orphanage  for  shamans . . . and  while  he  was leaning towards a favourable outcome,  he  couldn't  assure  that  these  girls [  perhaps  of  no  major  clan  affiliation ]  would  be  treated  with  the  same  fairness. as he looks upon them, they  strike  no  sense  of  familiarity  within  him.

admittedly,  gojō  doesn't  know  what  to  do  here either.

❛     suguru... ❜     after  a  moments  contemplation,  gojō  gestures  for  them  to  come  inside. the walls had ears, and all. the last thing he wants is for suguru to turn and walk away. ❛     what happened out there? ❜

[hyakkiyago]

suguru motioned the two to sit with a gentle show of his arm, but their shared hesitation, apparent it was across their battered faces, pervaded the air in heavy trepidation. it eroded at his self-restraint. he had so very many curses at his disposal already; he could easily return to the village, destroy —   “ it's okay. ”   his smile was genuine, a wordless vow among the flickering candlelight sheathed snugly in satoru's bedroom. mimiko sniffled. nanako shivered. a few second's additional hesitation, and they ultimately complied. they were so small, so innocent. their smaller world, shattered at the hands of accusation. the very people that were meant to protect them, devastated them. suguru knelt at their side, sat on the floor, a knee facing toward the ceiling. a hand rubbed at one of his eyes, forcing the fatigue away. in the presence of satoru, he could finally think. gather himself. recall everything.

“ i was asked to investigate some ... strange deaths, ”   he needn't elaborate. strange was usual in their profession; no one mission was the same, and that fact proved no different in this case, either. except,   “ they believed ... they believed these kids caused those deaths. ”

“ so, they beat them. kept them in a cage like animals. i couldn't ... satoru. ”

satoru. was i wrong? what i've always thought ... has it always been wrong? the death of amanai had long shaken his faith, yet a part of it persisted. now, though.

“ i lied. i pretended i 'took care' of them. and now... we're here. ”

[oedipuswrex-deactivated20220905]

¹ .ㅤ‘ via the system of touch ’ .     the following is a compilation of   action based   prompts , originally created by me . warnings applied for : some potential nsfw / suggestive themes .   ( additionally : send ‘ + ’ to reverse the roles , and have the   receiver   be the one to perform the action ) .   do not add anything on to these memes .  

hands.  for your muse to take a hold of my muse’s hand.

tie.  for your muse to adjust an article of clothing on my muse.

combat.  for our muses to train together in combat.

pin.  for your muse to pin mine to ( the ground / the wall / a surface ).

push.  for your muse to push mine in a playful manner.

shove.  for your muse to shove mine in an aggressive manner.

tend.  for your muse to help tend to my muse’s injuries.

trace.  for your muse to trace their hand along my muse’s ( skin / scars ).

gag.  for your muse to place their hand over my muse’s mouth, to try to keep them quiet.

kiss.  for your muse to kiss my muse.

hair.  for your muse to brush my muse’s hair from their face.

pull.  for your muse to pull my muse close to them.

sit.  for your muse to encourage mine to sit and rest.

lap.  for your muse to pull my muse onto their lap.

tackle.  for your muse to tackle my muse to the ground.

fight.  for your muse to physically attack my muse ( by hitting / punching / kicking / etc).

neck.  for your muse to place their hand around my muse’s neck.

throat.  for your muse to hold something against my muse’s throat.

collapse.  for your muse to catch mine, preventing them from falling to the ground.

carry.  for your muse to insist on carrying my muse when injured.

warmth.  for our muses to seek warmth from each other, after being caught in a ( snow storm / rain shower ).

morning after.  for our muses to wake up together the next morning, after having a one night stand.

wake.  for your muse to wake mine up by kissing their ( shoulder / neck / lips / etc ).

dance.  for your muse to force my muse to dance with them.

drink.  for our muses to spend time together whilst drunk.

swim.  for our muses to go for a late night swim.

intimacy.  for our muses to embrace each other after sex.

death.  for your muse to comfort mine after they have lost a loved one.

goodbye.  for your muse to hold mine as they lay dying in their arms.

[phantomemes]

credit  /  feel free to change pronouns !

‘ tell me about the dream where we the pull bodies out of the lake ’ ‘ it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio ’ ‘ tell me how all this , and love too , will ruin us ’ ‘ we’ll never get used to it ’ ‘ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you ’ ‘ we know where the sound is coming from ’ ‘ the world is no longer mysterious ’ ‘ it’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster ’ ‘ i like him and i want to be like him ’ ‘ someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure ’ ‘ history repeats itself ’ ‘ i wanted to be wanted ’ ‘ frequently i was finding myself sleepless ’ ‘ i’d like my money’s worth ’ ‘ we can’t punch ourselves awake ’ ‘ sorry about the blood in your mouth ’ ‘ you wanted happiness , i can’t blame you for that ’ ‘ a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy ’ ‘ tell me you’re not miserable ’ ‘ imagine being useless ’ ‘ there is no way to make this story interesting ’ ‘ i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything ’ ‘ he told me it wasn’t going to be okay ’ ‘ the minutes don’t stop ’ ‘ every morning another chapter ’ ‘ i wanted to give you something more ’ ‘ i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you ’ ‘ you want a better story ’ ‘ i can already tell you think i’m the dragon ’ ‘ you still get to be the hero ’ ‘ i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together ’ ‘ here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all forgiven ’ ‘ the entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell ’ ‘ unfortunately we don’t have that kind of time ’ ‘ it isn’t over yet , it’s just begun ’ ‘ things happen every minute that have nothing to do with us ’ ‘ i wanted to fall down right there but i knew you wouldn’t catch me ’ ‘ you are a fever i am learning to live with ’ ‘ everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel ’ ‘ i just don’t want to die anymore ’ ‘ you want to die for love , you always have ’ ‘ let’s not talk about it , let’s just not talk ’ ‘ you say  ‘ i’ll give you anything ’  but you never come through ’ ‘ i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own ’ ‘ anything past the horizon is invisible , it can only be imagined ’ ‘ you keep singing along to that song i hate ’ ‘ this is the place where everything starts to begin ’ ‘ monsters are always hungry ’ ‘ none of us are going back ’ 

[3-aem]

suguru

[hyakkiyago]

smooches

(gayly, lovingly) satoruuuu~

[sixeismoved]

sometimes? a slip of the tongue, as much is obvious on getō's face. gojō's grin is impossible — it would be ingratiating, he supposes, to be caught in a blunder by the one person who sees and hears all. that is to say, he'd never forget it. “     i skipped over the scenes without me,     ” he laughs, a shine to his lips as he flicks his tongue out and lolls his head to the side, purposefully coquettish. it was a blatant lie, of course. they all attended the movie premiere. “     tsk, tsk. just like that? rushing into it will only ruin the mood,     ” it was all about the foreplay, so to speak. any woman could attest to that. or perhaps from a film standpoint... like the intensity of a life or death action sequence or a suspenseful horror. gojō's fingers find comfort atop getō's knees, painstaking in their journey forward as he gradually leans in. as so does the reality of this moment. if not for the absence of their co-star, he wouldn't be in this position. “     now, relax.     ”

[hyakkiyago]

@sixeis would never let him live it down, and it shone so obviously across that damned maddening face. one look was more than enough to send suguru into a spiral, and he was certain satoru knew more than he (generously) let on. he knew how to get under his skin, burrow himself beneath the marrow, and stay. stay for minutes, hours, even days ... and now he was enclosed in close quarters with the man, rehearsing a scene not meant for him. suguru wasn't dense; his costar did not offer his services out of the goodness of his heart. it was all done for some greater intent, whatever that might be this time. he was just an unwilling pawn.   “ you talk like this isn't your first time. ”   was it a ploy on his end, playing at this game too? he hated how natural it felt, squabbling. with him. he tensed, suddenly, at fingers splayed across his knees. his meticulous trailing shook the breath from his lungs, albeit silently, until his own hands gripped at his wrists, ceasing his advances. but his grasp, it was noticeably loose.   “ this isn't part of the script. ”

[sixeis]

the  death  of  amanai  had  rippled,  implicating  the  jujutsu  world  albeit  silently. in  true  gojō  fashion,  he  had  delved  into  bettering  himself  [  be  it  for  himself  or  others?  that's  where  the  line  grew  blurry   ]. it  felt  like  a  double - edged  sword. he  was  infinitely  stronger  now  and  persistently  growing,  having  awakened  from  an  eventuating  nightmare. however,  at  the  expense  of  someone  he  had  unknowingly  grown  so  fond  of.

and  then  there  was  suguru. he  could  see  the  sorrow  etched  under  his  eyes  and  sallowed undertones of his  skin. he  had become increasingly  at  a  distance,  always just  out  of  reach. despite  wielding  all  the  power  in  the  world,  gojō  could  not  read  his  mind and  when  could  he  possibly  have  time?  with  megumi  and  tsumiki  now  posing  as  additional  concerns; he  hadn't  taken  them  under  his  wing,  so much . . . they  weren't  his  to  keep,  but rather  to  watch  over. he  had  prevented  them  from  stepping  foot  into  hell,  on  the  unavowed  wishes  of  a  dead  man. thus,  his  time  was  divided  even  further.

satoru.

gojō  finds  himself  by the  end  of  his  bed. how  long  has  he  been  standing  here  in  the  darkness?  no  use  dwelling  on  it. when  he  opens  the  door,  he's  greeted  by  more  than  just  suguru  and  cannot  deny  the  sinking  disappointment  in  his  chest. he  flicks  a  switch,  light  chasing  the  shadows  away,  and  uncovered  eyes  immediately sourcing the genesis of this late  night  visit. two  young  girls  clutch  at  the  man  before  him,  looking  worse  for  wear. questions  unravel,  unspoken  and  yet  perhaps  obvious  in  the  way  his  stare  remains,  brows  pinching. he's tired.

 ❛    what's  this?    ❜

[hyakkiyago]

realistically, shoko was the logical choice. (logic and emotion hardly went hand in hand.) realistically, he would have stopped at her door. should have. her abilities were unparalleled; she held the key to relief, however temporary, to alleviate the girls of their aged wounds and physical scars. even with that in mind, he still found himself at satoru's door.

it was nothing new; his visits were frequent, once. weekly, if not almost nightly. few words were exchanged, some nights. others, they talked until the onset of sunrise rose through the windowsill, another sleepless night in expiry. now, they were infrequent. rare. reserved only for the most dire of circumstances. he'd rather not think of it — he was aware of his distancing, the gloom settling under his skin, the void expanding beyond just his depthless eyes. he'd rather not talk about it. he was nothing, in the grand scheme of things. he was a mere sorcerer among higher powers he couldn't fathom, and so were the two little girls that clung to him like a second chance. and maybe ... maybe he could give them that new life.

“ they abused them, ”   and i wanted to slaughter them all. his gaze fell, bangs stuck haphazardly to the side of his face, curled around his cheek.   “ i ... don't know what to do. ”

[hyakkiyago]

stupid.

smelly.