* SACRIFICIAL LAMB

— hate is buried by a mask of softness and love became the cause of hate.

[lavenderongunpoint]

LAVENDERONGUNPOINT : a private multimuse blog that covers stories from psycho pass , jujutsu kaisen , kimetsu no yaiba and many more — writing away the trials of a dead girl walking to her demise , the unbreakable mask that hides a fragile soul and the urge to journey skyward ; in a land of their own. penned by gale, 20 yrs old, she/her & they/them.

MAINS / AFFILIATES : @whirling-fangs , @shnya

links : rules/roster , all about jae-hwa , pinterest

visuals and psds : @faegfx , @poohsources , @kaijucatrph

[lavenderongunpoint]

Now what if I wrote belle..........

[lavenderongunpoint]

I miss everyone (｡•́︿•̀｡) I just got recently discharged from the hospital but after next week's midterms I'll be around, hopefully fingers crossed. So many things are waiting to be written ( rubs my silly hands )

[lavenderongunpoint]

Saneshino thoughts in my silly mind , two broken individuals that complete each other with their hollowness, love that borders devotion , a love thar was meant to die .

[lavenderongunpoint]

Heh heh, maybe i should the little quiz a try , it'll be fun if nobody got anything right heh heh.. to top it off .. i should also put a reward system , whoever gets the highest score is getting half of my salary .

[lavenderongunpoint]

With how absent I am , I'm kinda surprised I know a bit more than half about the big dog .

[lavenderongunpoint]

I would like to apologise a lot for my absence but as a token of my sorry pls meet my filipino oc for kny 🫶🏽 she's uzui's tsuguko, breath of song user as its a variant of Sound breathing

[achroanimus]

" You look like you got something to say ? " - Jae-Hwa

unprompted ask — always accepting

“You bear a striking resemblance to a former colleague of mine...” In the face of charged confrontation with strangers wearing the emblem of the iron law, Professor Shibata Yukimori was humble and soft-spoken. He's a cultured man of utmost patience and endless grace, beloved by his peers, colleagues, and students alike; a valued member of the community and Oso Academy's faculty, who never met might with might and who upheld the true principles of virtue by keeping his humility as he cultivated the gardens of benevolence, knowledge, and sophistication. That's nearly reminiscent of the devil, if one were to peer closer; if one knew how to peer closer, past the illusions... How sharp are you, inspector? How keen is your nose when you're separated from the rest of the pack, having gone hunting alone in the countryside wearing the face of the deceased, sleuthhound?... Do you believe in serendipity? Could you be made to believe in the spirit of coincidence? ( Only the skeptics live for long. Only those who question were allowed grace. The optimistic and the ignorant were long led to their graves by his contemporaries, where they laid buried by idealism. )

Naturally, these were questions for the magicians and the judges conducting private trials. Like an illusionist, like a lamb enamored with the illusion of a perfect society stripped of crime and composed of goodhearted citizens, he played his part. The look of gentle recognition stitched onto his visage twists into faux realization, and the professor prepares a rhetorical question for which he already knew the answer with a truly oblivious expression: head tilting, mouth agape, all the human sentimentalities unfolding like stage directions long memorized by the sole actor, and he raises a coy hand to obscure the mildly grief-stricken mask as he speaks his sympathies. “Are you, perhaps, the sister of Baek Jae-Hyun?... My condolences for your loss, inspector.”

[lavenderongunpoint]

Her fist tightens at the mention of that name, her brother, who had long ago lost his life during her first duties. It was crazy how one name could open up her skin and bone. She felt far too transparent, her cracks showing itself crystal clear before he, a stranger who knew him connecting her to him, the only link she had left of him . Jae-Hwa remained silent, making a few glances at the man before her, clothed in white tones as if he were a savior, a pariah of goodness — The Inspector was reminded of hearing a man like this, mentioned in passing by Jae-Hyun, nothing but praises were all that's used to describe him.

" There is no need for sympathy because he got what's coming to him. " Her voice was stone cold as it reminded him, of herself of the very pedestal she placed herself in, placed under scrutiny, a pillar of responsibility, and this was one of them. If Sibyl was God, then she must be Cain offering nothing but Abel as sacrifice, the sweetest lamb she could've killed, the only piece of her heart that she failed to protect leaving nothing but a husk before the professor, was he hoping for a soul to remain ? There will be none of it before him. The system has gradually emptied it out of her, leaving her to become a boring vessel of nothingness. Surely, he'd be disappointed, no? Graves are set for those of the righteous, those of the ignorant but perhaps she wouldn't even mind.

Death can only cleanse her dirty soul.

" Don't worry so much , professor . My duty as an Inspector remains, if its what i must do to guarantee the safety of all then its only right. " she says as if its right, unwilling to question, poisoned by the ideals of sibyl until it kills her slowly. " I could only hope that you also take proper care of your hue in return, you've met the man after all. "

[lavenderongunpoint]

NOBARA NOBARA NOBARA!!!!!!!!!

[lavenderongunpoint]

Crawls from the depths of my enclosure apologies for being inactive my ass is sent back to college, and I got sick after the first week

[kaminarikokyu]

@lavenderongunpoint / liked!

" miss kocho? "

her head is peaked into shinobu's office, golden eyes watching the insect hashira in her element. she waits until shinobu has stopped working and acknowledged her to fully walk into the office. zenitsu's hands shake as she fidgets with them.

" this is going to sound like a stupid question, " because it is. zenitsu tries to squash the voice telling her to run run run and avoid annoying shinobu. she gulps. " i uh, i was wondering do ... do you have anymore of those butterfly ornaments? one in ... yellow? "

she looks down. " it's -- it's fine if you don't! but all the girls wear them here and i -- thought i'd look nice in one -- " she lifts her hands up, waving them. " ah, i told you it's stupid! "

[lavenderongunpoint]

it was rather embarrassing on her part to be so focused that she hadn't noticed the young slayer slowly sliding her doors open, her head peeking from its corners just watching her walking to and fro, eyeing vials and inspecting them well as if awaiting for a response, it was rather embarrassing that as soon as she stored it away and turned around that here she was, as if waiting for the pillar to notice her.

" A - ah , Zenitsu - chan 〜♪ How can I be of help to you ? "

Shinobu's voice remained gentle, the same softness of a strumming harp and akin to its melody as she beckons the other to approach her, although when the young slayer had suddenly blurted out her request she was left at a loss for words , lavender eyes widening as if in shock , but not for what she may think, you see .. slayers often come to their office for medical consultations and a little bit of advice, so this was quite a first for her to be asked of such a rather tame matter but noting in the other's nervousness and her jumpy attitude how can she refuse — she'd feel like a sister again.

" I'm sorry, Zenitsu - chan .. I'm afraid I don't have any yellow ornaments in stock , I haven't considered making one since we, butterfly girls are rather few in number . "

Still, it doesn't stop her from beckoning the young lass closer, ripping out a paper from her notepad, and presenting it against the table accompanied with a pen, her usual smile turns a tad bit wider, her gaze softening up.

" But I'd be pleased if you were to wear one. So I think I can customize one specifically for you . I think having yours with a little brown would look great, it'll fit your uniform and clash nicely with your hair just to provide a little more oomph, y'know? "

[lavenderongunpoint]

OK guys like this post to be added to mains and affiliates ehe

[lavenderongunpoint]

Uweeeghhh.. I should update my carrds.. I wanna write kimetsu gakuen kanae and shinobu sniffsniff

[lavenderongunpoint]

Her fork picks up another slice of the syrup-soaked pancake, generously stuffing her cheeks before rolling her eyes by his words, and swallowing all the same.

" I don't know if you got the gist of things, but even the college professors have been asking me how you've been, how we've been. "

Jae-Hwa has no doubt heard many sweet wishes along with some warnings from professors that reside in a seperate building, warning her about what they know about Shinya, seeing as his history doesn't paint him as an amicable citizen.

But the fact remains that everything was all a misunderstanding on their part, and whatever happened then — doesn't translate to this rather sweet companion she has now, perhaps this kindness from her came from a certain longing, this nation wasn't very keen on accepting foreigners, much less those that had survived a war in fear of a situation of a psychohazard. There was no correlation between the two, but she also knew what it felt to be branded by a warning label.

Yes, that must be why she's close to him. Because to her, it's like viewing a blurry mirror, unable to discern the reflection but a mirror nonetheless.

She smiles back.

" Yeah ? And here I was hoping they'd spare you from that . It's because their interests don't align with ours, I think. I mean, think about it.. we're teaching in a school that fosters science and technology, nobody gives a shit about humanities and social studies, so we kinda set ourselves up for that. "

Another sigh escapes her lips stained with pancake syrup, unaware how it smeared itself on the corners of her lips while Jae-Hwa continued talking.

" Thanks for the free food. Remind me later, but i owe you coffee for that . There's a new place that opened up recently and from what I heard, it seems to be a big name. "

[shnya]

“How we’ve been?” This time, he snorts. Like they’re a couple or something? The people here sure know how to gossip. If he was any younger, he’d be more annoyed by it, but now, he can’t help but find himself thoroughly  amused. “Fine. Let them talk. If anyone else comes asking, tell ‘em that we’re doing fine.” We. How funny. Though, the idea of being a ‘we’ with Jae-Hwa doesn’t annoy him nearly as much as he thought it might with any other teacher. He’ll just peg it out to their present camaraderie holding a candle to that. Two foreigners, one a former latent criminal, and the other the nationals are surely watching to step into line with his bad example. 

It’s not as if he’s done anything suspect besides speak his mind here and there past the curriculum, but that alone might be seen as him brandishing a weapon with such great concern over psychohazard. 

He finishes his pancake quickly and wipes his fingers clean of any leftover grease that might’ve landed on them. 

“Maybe I should’ve ended up teaching psychology after all,” he mock-laments. It’s what he got his first degree on, and understanding it comes as easy as breathing for him, but he knows that if he’s not careful, he might end up earning the very reputation that his former mentor, Professor Saiga earned: muddying the hues of anyone that got too deep into his teachings. Then, he’d really be in trouble. So, social studies it was - as sanitized as the version he teaches is, and he swears that it’s only gotten squeakier clean the further he teaches it. 

He perks up at the mention of coffee. “There’s no need. But if you insist, I’ll take you up on it.” He gives her a smile, then notices, at the corner of her mouth, “You got something right there.” He points to his own mouth. 

[lavenderongunpoint]

" .. Adding fuel to the fire, huh? That's so like you. "

The man always had a knack for being bold, which caused some to create a form of distance away from him, some murmuring that staying close to a man like that would just taint their hue and send them a one-way trip to the rehabilitation center but a few people, (her included) still linger even more whether student or staff as if he was just another puzzle piece to the puzzle, an entirely new variable to the equation. But such thoughts wane away with every time spent together. Soon enough, she's just accepted that he's here, without questioning further.

" If we're doing this, then you should also do that. Don't make me look like an overly devoted partner. "

Still, she's quite surprised that he's on board about this somehow, making sure to add an emphasis to we as if there was an us. Jae-Hwa couldn't make much sense as to why he seemed so laid-back about this idea of play-pretend, which has her squinting her lavender gaze in question, alas until he mentioned the state of her lips, glossed with maple syrup and a bit of the whipped cream which has her slowly turning away, making use of the paper towelettes to wipe off the mess on her lips while a flush of red puffs her cheeks and the shell of her ears.

" Ahem, whatever. Text me when you're done so we can go during lunchtime. "

Much of her embarrassment is masked by clearing her throat and holding her chin in between a palm ; a usual habit . Some time has passed, silence befallen them before prying her eyes towards the watch.

" So, are you planning on staying here until my students come rolling in ? You take this play-pretend seriously . "

[lavenderongunpoint]

The new phantom siita song is giving me shinobu muse somehow what the hale

[lavenderongunpoint]

Her expression doesn't seem to change even when the sight of the pancake sat nicely on her desk, or does it ? Her lips remained thinned out as usual, but her eyes of lavender were sparkling, beyond delighted to be gifted such a hearty breakfast even, especially since she totally skimped on breakfast to get an early ride here, already nearly salivating at the pancakes but his words has her perking up once she's fully sat by her table, wasting no time to tear the tape off of the container.

"You make it sound like you miss my company a little, why? Are you itching to tell me something ?"

She asked while slicing herself a piece of the hotcake, stuffing her face before nodding along to his last statement, she has heard a bit of his past as an Enforcer but even then she asked no further, as long as he's teaching well then she has no issue with his presence, something that some of the staff had openly spoken up against before.

"Lucky you, able to read what you want.. sometimes I don't have the time for that. My students.. they aren't taking me seriously, so a lot of their works are half-assed. Imagine the paperwork I have to fill out to the Dean.."

Her cheeks are full as she talked, poking a piece of her breakfast with her fork before swallowing her fill with a sigh. It's moments like this where she allowed herself to be.. herself in the presence of a familiar company, it just so happened that Kogami was someone she trusted and confided in.

"..Thanks for the food, I actually didn't eat anything before coming here."

[shnya]

The subtleties of her expression are not lost on him, and Kogami huffs out a laugh as he returns his eyes to his book. Just a few more pages now, and he’ll be done. He can keep a conversation going while he does — he's earned his marks as a master multitasker, after all. His eyes roam, paragraph by paragraph, lurching towards the epic conclusion wherein Garraty’s dark figure has continued to manifest in his horror.

“You flatter yourself.” He remarks. “I just wanted to share breakfast with you — is that really so suspect among coworkers?” He closes the book and reaches down for his own paper bag. He plucks out an identical plastic container, snipping at the tape enclosing it with his nail. From it, the much more savory scent of his own pancake wafts between them. With certain, still-faced delight, he digs in, gracelessly stuffing his mouth full of it with his own fork.

He's grateful that Jae-Hwa has the grace to not ask about his past, though with the way things run around here, he won't be surprised if she's heard about any of it through the grapevine. He's already had fellow faculty and students alike spreading all kinds of things in front and behind his back about his previous … position. With Jae-Hwa, there doesn't seem to be any manner of posturing he has to do, which has inevitably brought him closer to her. It's a rare blessing to have someone mind their business.

He chuckles.

“I get it. You should see some of the responses I get out of my own students. I sort of have to make time for my personal reading or else I'll catch the… nonchalance that they seem to carry.”

He swallows down his mouthful of pancake and gestures nonchalantly with his fork.

“I figured. You don't seem the type to catch breakfast often, so… thought I'd treat you.”

[lavenderongunpoint]

Her fork picks up another slice of the syrup-soaked pancake, generously stuffing her cheeks before rolling her eyes by his words, and swallowing all the same.

" I don't know if you got the gist of things, but even the college professors have been asking me how you've been, how we've been. "

Jae-Hwa has no doubt heard many sweet wishes along with some warnings from professors that reside in a seperate building, warning her about what they know about Shinya, seeing as his history doesn't paint him as an amicable citizen.

But the fact remains that everything was all a misunderstanding on their part, and whatever happened then — doesn't translate to this rather sweet companion she has now, perhaps this kindness from her came from a certain longing, this nation wasn't very keen on accepting foreigners, much less those that had survived a war in fear of a situation of a psychohazard. There was no correlation between the two, but she also knew what it felt to be branded by a warning label.

Yes, that must be why she's close to him. Because to her, it's like viewing a blurry mirror, unable to discern the reflection but a mirror nonetheless.

She smiles back.

" Yeah ? And here I was hoping they'd spare you from that . It's because their interests don't align with ours, I think. I mean, think about it.. we're teaching in a school that fosters science and technology, nobody gives a shit about humanities and social studies, so we kinda set ourselves up for that. "

Another sigh escapes her lips stained with pancake syrup, unaware how it smeared itself on the corners of her lips while Jae-Hwa continued talking.

" Thanks for the free food. Remind me later, but i owe you coffee for that . There's a new place that opened up recently and from what I heard, it seems to be a big name. "

[shnya]

@lavenderongunpoint asked : (Teacher au : Jae-Hwa)

One look at her watch and she muses to herself for being late, not to her first class but she always chastises herself to remain as early as possible to the teacher's lounge, but alas she was up late at night which caused her to oversleep.. It was just nearly 6 a.m., but to her, it was already late in her books. Jae-Hwa finally opened the door, finding another figure sitting by the right side of her desk with his book opened, his gaze momentarily lifting to meet her own.

"Good morning, Kogami-san." She greeted him in her usual lax tone before striding towards her desk to set her bag down and some of her files of grades, papers that needed to be graded until one look at her side has her scrutinising what he's reading from the book cover.

"Stephen King again? You like his works a lot, huh?"

Kogami took an early morning jog before arriving to campus, and on his way there, he stopped by a bakery to pick up some manner of breakfast for himself and Jae-Hwa: a savory pancake for himself and a sweet pancake for her. Once he managed to cool off from his jog, he made his way to the latter’s classroom where he waited for her arrival,  setting up camp beside her desk and reading a book. 

Today's book was one of his favorites from his detective days: The Long Walk. 

He gave a friendly smile when he noticed her arrival, and gestured with his book towards her desk where a bag containing her sweet pancake sat, complete with a plastic fork and paper towelettes. 

"Morning. Was waiting on you," he said. He looked back to the book. "Yeah. Some of his works really resonate with me. I was just wrapping up a reread.”

[lavenderongunpoint]

Her expression doesn't seem to change even when the sight of the pancake sat nicely on her desk, or does it ? Her lips remained thinned out as usual, but her eyes of lavender were sparkling, beyond delighted to be gifted such a hearty breakfast even, especially since she totally skimped on breakfast to get an early ride here, already nearly salivating at the pancakes but his words has her perking up once she's fully sat by her table, wasting no time to tear the tape off of the container.

"You make it sound like you miss my company a little, why? Are you itching to tell me something ?"

She asked while slicing herself a piece of the hotcake, stuffing her face before nodding along to his last statement, she has heard a bit of his past as an Enforcer but even then she asked no further, as long as he's teaching well then she has no issue with his presence, something that some of the staff had openly spoken up against before.

"Lucky you, able to read what you want.. sometimes I don't have the time for that. My students.. they aren't taking me seriously, so a lot of their works are half-assed. Imagine the paperwork I have to fill out to the Dean.."

Her cheeks are full as she talked, poking a piece of her breakfast with her fork before swallowing her fill with a sigh. It's moments like this where she allowed herself to be.. herself in the presence of a familiar company, it just so happened that Kogami was someone she trusted and confided in.

"..Thanks for the food, I actually didn't eat anything before coming here."