-- makabeenn.

[korollin]

private multi-muse. follows from trelonkan. mainly compromised of jjk characters & ocs.

muse list under the cut:

utahime iori. jjk.

gojo satoru. jjk.

ieiri shoko. jjk.

riko amanai. jjk.

maki zenin. jjk.

yannick quiguer. oc.

leeja djt-marouc. oc.

seissylt haerviu. oc. single ship with @wyferne

hythlodaeus. ffxiv.

estinien varlineau. ffxiv. single ship with @wyferne

emet-selch. ffxiv.

[korollin]

that pic i sent you, but it's satoru texting utahime :)

Based on this / @nvictive

Tonight is simple: Meet up at Shoko's with a small collection of various spirits and snacks to celebrate the New Year's. A friends-only night, spent together with those they love. Mostly. Utahime's not certain about a few people Ieiri invited, but she's learnt not to question her tastes as much as she used to.

They're now waiting for the infamous duo to return from the shops. Given one in particular can't drink without a plethora of issues (though she's partially convinced it's just because he's a lightweight), Gojo brightly announced he was going to buy cola, grabbed his partner by the hand, and sped off into the night. Where have they gone? How much longer will they be?

Who can say. All she knows is that it's taking far too long, resulting in a brief succession of mildly annoyed texts:

[text: #1 annoyance: where are you guys?]

[text: #1 annoyance: it's been over 45 minutes]

Her phone pings shortly after, a notification popping up. Swiping, she unlocks it. Carefully reads over the messages, standing there in bemused silence.

[text from: #1 annoyance: WE'RE]

[text from: #1 annoyance: FUCKING]

Uh. Huh!? Right eye twitching, disgust and anger flicker across her expression as lips curl downwards.

There are few things that send her blood pressure shooting through the roof more than Gojo Satoru. Doubly so if he's paired with his husband — they're two, irritating sides of the same coin. It's little wonder they gravitated towards each other with the ferocity of a neutron star.

It takes all her willpower not to fling her phone across the room and pretend she's not just had the misfortune of reading about his activities. Sadly, Utahime's mind doesn't let her: it's burnt into her retinas in a perpetual, unsavoury reminder. Lamenting the fact that Shoko, for reasons beyond her comprehension, considers these two idiots her friends, she decides to take a stand. Enough is enough.

[text: #1 annoyance: what is wrong with you?? why are you sharing this with me???]

[text: #1 annoyance: never mind, we don't want either of you here]

[text: #1 annoyance: i'm telling shoko not to let you in]

[text: #1 annoyance: die outside in the cold]

Firing off texts faster than Gojo can inhale an entire store's worth of sweets, she mutes her mobile and buries it in her bag. A job well done. Hopefully, that's one less headache for the night.

--

Shoko still opens the door for them with a smirk, asking if they'd had a good time. Utahime, meanwhile, glares at them from across the room in the hopes the ground will swallow them whole.

If Geto tries to apologise for the supposed mistake later that night, then it falls on deaf ears — Gojo's obnoxious cackling is enough to destroy any remaining goodwill.

[wyferne]

“ for a moment there, i believed you to be someone else. i take it you don’t miss the armor? ” white lies aside, the tease is obvious & oddly particular : no other soul would resort to a more dramatic entrance after the dusk has settled, as if the timing was entirely deliberate & the surprise planned out a day or two in advance — you couldn’t pay estinien to deal with a crowd, much less those of ishgard. she closes the balcony windows, sparing an extra glance outside for good measure before she conjures up a couple effortless flames from the tips of her fingers to light up the room further. vianne wasn’t expecting guests, but this one is wholly welcome & always has been. gesturing for him to sit, she half mourns the missed opportunity to add to the touch of mischief earlier. any more of this & you’ll drive me into an early grave. “ ale? wine? brandy? pick your poison. ” / @korollin.

[korollin]

Dropping into their shared home, hair tousled from the airborne route taken to reach the balcony, Estinien raises a thin eyebrow at her comment. “I'll be concerned if you know another who makes the same entry as I, my lady.” A bouquet of red asters is pressed into her hands, a loving kiss finding her cheek. Strange how a man so avoidant, a lone wolf, could find love with a woman he once stood against. It seems the Fury has a sense of humour. “Nay. There's no need for those. I brought something back from Kugane.” Estinien pulls a small bottle of umeshu from his satchel and holds it up, flashing a grin in her direction. Alcohol is a newly acquired taste — now with freedom never held in his youth, the ghost of vengeance long departed, he has time to try some of life's joys. “Want to try some?”

[korollin]

No one asked for Estinen x Vianne outside of me and @wyferne, but I'm here to make you all look at it anyway.

Artist - Please don't use without permission !

[hinamie]

blue light overexposure dot png

[leneemusing]

A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS

❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞

❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞

❝ would you come with me please? i adore your company. ❞

❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞

❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞

❝ could you just think about anyone other than yourself for once? ❞

❝ i'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how much you need to get some rest. if i find you passed out on the floor i'm leaving you there. ❞

❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞

❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞

❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞

❝ i have confided this in you, please do not betray that trust. ❞

❝ do you like it here? with me? ❞

❝ are you still happy? with me, i mean. with us. ❞

❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞

❝ do you actually like spending time with me? because i feel like all you do is argue. ❞

❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞

❝ i want to tell you something i just need a moment to figure out the right words. ❞

❝ if you were the religious type i would challenge god to win your devotion. ❞

❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞

❝ were you ever going to tell me or were you just going to make me guess what you're thinking and feeling. ❞

[korollin]

« what am i gonna do with that? » [ @ satoru from shige :> ]

@kimuromou

"What do you mean, what am I gonna do with that? This is an exclusive Wargreymon figure, y'know! Very rare. It should be put on display as soon as you get home." It's a slight overexaggeration on his part — in reality, he'd won it from a gachapon in Shinjuku the previous night. A shame it turned out to be a dupe.

All the more reason to pawn it off on someone else.

Giving him a thumbs up and flashing a grin, long legs carry him towards the room's exit. Shigeo won't have the time to catch up. That dupe is his problem now. "Take good care of it, and you're welcome!"

[makesyouevil]

year one

[korollin]

with his thumb & index finger, satoru holds a giant bug up to her face with an expression that nearly demands gratitude. “ aaand i saved you yet again ! utahime. this guy nearly climbed on you. ”

@nvictive

"Eh? What?" Her annoyed gaze flicks over to the teenager and lands on the wiggling creature. Silence, seconds ticking by. One. Two. Three. Oh, no. Utahime's eyes widen in horror. A shriek ripped from her lips, hands desperately push at Gojo in an attempt to shove him away. If only infinity wasn't protecting him. "Gojo! Get that away from me!" Gross, gross, gross! Stepping back after her endeavours end in failure, she puts the distance she craved between them, disgust evident. He probably picked it up off the ground knowing she hates them, and-- Gojo's grinning. He's grinning, and she likes that even less than the bug. Nothing good ever comes out of that expression.

Utahime then realises there's a problem: the bug is gone. No matter how much she squints, she can't locate it in his grasp anymore.

This can't end well. She looks around warily, lips pursed. Where did it go? Unless he dropped it in the grass, which doesn't seem right given his tendencies, he should still have it. So where?

Glimpsing sudden movement out of the corner of her eye, she finds it crawling up her kosode, inching closer and closer to her face.

Ah.

Screeching, Utahime seizes the bug in a moment of panic and flings it across the field. It soars through the sky, witnessing sights unlikely seen in its short life, before landing squarely on Geto's approaching form.

Uncaring for Geto and the creature's fate, she whips around and points at Gojo accusingly. "You! You didn't save me at all! You dropped it on me, didn't you? Don't lie, that grin gave you away." Because if one thing is certain, it's his ability to consistently do the worst thing possible and anger her. Groaning, Utahime buries her face in her hands in sheer frustration. "When will you learn to treat others with respect? I don't know how Shoko deals with you."

[korollin]

estinien with @wyferne

[korollin]

can you argue with me though? / esti

@wyferne

This isn't the sort of life Estinien pictured himself having.

Years ago, he'd thought he'd go out in a blaze of glory. With Nidhogg's head served to Ishgard on a platter, he'd fight the last of his brood to the bitter end. When they recovered and buried his battered body, they'd lay him to rest alongside his family, his soul joining them in the Lifestream.

It seemed like a perfectly acceptable plan, at the time. Fight until death, eternal peace finding him once his mission complete.

Instead, he's married to a sorceress who wrought terror on his fellow Ishgardians and sided with dragons. A perfectly reasonable thing for an Azure Dragoon to do, Estinien recalls Aymeric joking when he'd found out. For once, he didn't have a comeback.

It's not like it mattered anyway — the happiness Vianne brings is enough to melt even the harshest of winters, including the one that gripped his heart when his home was razed. A change from what he'd thought, yes; however, it's a welcome one. For the first time since he lost everything, he belongs.

But even with his original, misguided plans in tatters, he never expected to stand there disagreeing over Starlight ornament placements with his wife.

Estinien is convinced the horrific Moogle plush wearing a Starlight hat looks better on the shelf. He doesn't have to glimpse it if it's in the corner of the room, half-hidden in the dark. No, there he can ignore its very existence and continue on with his day unimpeded by sudden poms and whatever that hell-ridden music they play is.

Vianne, unfortunately, wants it on the mantelpiece in the lounge. He often spends his evenings there, chatting with her over a drink or two. It's quiet. Intimate. No place for a Starlight Moogle plushie.

Then again. There's worse. Silently, he thanks the Fury that she's not opted for the fireplace in the bedroom. "Tsk. You have a tongue as sharp as steel. I'd be a fool to." Estinien bemoans whilst trying to hide the twitch of his lips, arms crossing. The second she proposed the idea, he was fighting a losing battle. "Go on. But if I catch its beady eyes staring at me, I'll turn it around."

[fuwanek0]

I would block you in every lifetime

[wyferne-a]

heard you were talking shit?

[cvrseduser]

@korollin a demandé : listen, i don't care about that. ( but, like. from satoru. )

« Well, you should, » Suguru says, folding the booklet in his hand. « Museums are also interesting, and knowledge is always useful. Not like— Gachapon Halls. We've already been to three, man. »

« C'mon. We're going to the museum. I don't care that you don't care. » Suguru wraps his hand around his friend's wrist, tugging and dragging him in the opposite direction. « You need to learn some history, and better restraint on your money-spending. »

A HANDFUL OF MISCELLANEOUS PROMPTS

[korollin]

"We already deal with decrepit old things that belong in a museum, Suguru. Why would I wanna see more of that?" Sitting in a darkened room, scheming while hidden behind screens — there's few Satoru loathes more than the higher-ups.

A tug on Suguru's hand, and Satoru starts pulling him in the other direction. "So nah. I'm good. We should go have fun instead." His friend makes sense, as he inevitably does, but when has that ever stopped him? "Besides. I still haven't got Agumon from the Digimon gachapon. You wouldn't want me going home without it, right?"

[hunnismokah]

felt like i could do gojo better than my previous spread and by that i mean make it hornier

turns out taking breaks actually helps?? weird new revelation in the studio today

[korollin]

newfound warmth spreads through her palms & fingers,  the bowl cradled in between emanating a rich scent of freshly cooked beef stew. the dravanian cold isn't as biting as it tends to be in its neighboring areas, but the air is chilly tonight, unusually chilly — a quick trip downstairs for hot refreshments seemed to be the only logical course of action for reasons unknown [ ... ] her gaze loses its edge once she finds him lost in thought at the foot of the bed, though she can't help but notice he's facing away from the door. thus she closes the gap, carefully sitting next to him & placing the bowl into his hands with a fleeting, deliberate brush of digits. “ is something the matter? ... my safety shouldn't be your concern. i've made it this far, haven't i? ”

@wyferne

"Your safety will always be of the utmost concern to me, my lady. Strong and wilful though you are, they are monsters emboldened by a false sense of righteousness." An unholy war drenched in the blood of innocents. The truth was a bitter pill to swallow — knowing he'd marched, deceived by a masterful weave of lies, and wrought death upon countless, sickens him. The loss of his friends during battle only worsens the pain. "No matter how beautiful the flower, they'll pluck it. Watch it wither and rot away, leaving the soil devoid of life." It's a fear he's carried in his heart since she fled moons ago. Branded a heretic thereafter, hunted like the rest, they won't stop. They never will. What would they do if they caught her? He can't bear the thought.

He'll die before he lets anything happen to her.

Morose, Seissylt still musters a smile when she places the warm bowl in his grasp. The scent of spices and herbs waft through the air, and he inhales, the faint touch of her hands soothing his worries. "… Thank you, by the way. I missed this almost as much as I missed you."

[korollin]

// HELP WHY WASNT I FOLLOWING U HERE IM SCREIMGGINGIGNHGJHJH

IM SOBBING DW IM DUMB I ADDED IT TO MY PINNED, BUT THEN I BASICALLY FORGOT TO SEND IT TO EVERYONE. and i cant follow u guys bcs it's a side-blog..........

also give me ur suguru LEE IT'S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE I LAST BOTHERED HIM.