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@meguro
𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙡𝙡-𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡.
CROW and JOKER ʙʏ ʜᴇʀᴀ & ᴇᴍɪʟʏ.
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hi guys! today my family and i woke up to my dad’s cat being very lethargic and wobbly, not eating, and generally acting out of sorts. after visiting the emergency clinic, through an exam where they touched her stomach, a mass/blockage/possible swollen bladder was found. unfortunately the charge to see what exactly it was was 900+ dollars, and now we’re waiting for our regular vet to open up tomorrow. how ever ever since my dad died we lost a vast majority of our income 1200 dollars, and we can’t afford to do much to help her. she’s only five years old and one of the only things i have left of my dad, so if you could please donate here, or reblog this post i’d be so grateful !!
yhuji:
𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 & 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄, itadori & fushiguro find themselves at a cross roads– a four way intersection in what was once the heart of shibuya ( though it would be hard for any native to tell anymore, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩). a once vibrant town full of life was now a graveyard, and the guilt of that burden lays heavy on yuuji’s shoulders with each careful step 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 & their companions make. however, as all things seem in itadori’s life– being careful was something that never turned out right, never quite working when he needed it to; for, no— danger followed him, death too 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 burning down the nape of his neck.
that is what brings yuuji to their point at current, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, yuuji’s hand grasps megumi’s shoulder— instinct beckoning his fingers to curl into the hollow above fushiguro’s collar bone, where neck meets shoulder, and stop him where the others had crossed; 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙. “ … do you hear that? “
the silence is what yuuji noticed first. not even the settling of dust and hum of exposed powerlines echoing their travel through 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚐𝚎. instead all was still, it was too … was too consumed by a silence that yuuji had only heard few times before in his life. the only specific time he can properly recall, being the entirely occupied but too still of a hospital bed he had found, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅.
@meguro gets a starter bc we married
𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 memory of how the concrete had felt slamming into his skull, no time to reflect on the face he’d been met with that was all too similar to his own. until hours ago, megumi’s one repeating thought was find him, find him, find itadori. they’d both died before finding each other again. that thought is the most sour one. but itadori had been found, nevertheless, and so another goal must take over his mind : save tsumiki. no , there’s no time to think.
𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬, littered with debris and blood, gore hiding in the rubble that stood in their way every few blocks. that which can go wrong, will go wrong. megumi is sure of this. in one night he’s lost so many people - the grief weighs heavy enough for his guard to drop, even if just for a moment.
𝙮𝙪𝙪𝙟𝙞 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩, for once. the looming presence of something dark and strong and violent. when megumi recovers from the confusion of itadori stopping him in his tracks, his brow sets into a firm line, eyes quickly scanning their surroundings as his hands naturally clasp together. instantly, a black dog stands at their feet, hackles raised as it growls into the darkness that stands ahead. they aren’t in the best shape to fight, now, battered from the events of the night - megumi finds himself subconsciously stepping half in front of yuuji. he speaks a simple command of ‘ go, ‘ to the wolf at their feet, which obediently runs into the darkness of the alleyway, teeth bared and snapping at whatever lay in wait there.
Aimé Césaire, from The Complete Poetry of Aimé Césaire; “The Great Noon,”
loving them
@meguro
fifty reasons to touch someone. a variation of this. send me a 🤝 + a number ( add ‘flip’ to reverse it ) for your muse to touch mine…
…to say ‘good morning’.
…to say ‘goodnight’.
…to say ‘goodbye’.
…where it hurts.
…where it doesn’t hurt.
…on a falling tear.
…in secrecy.
…in public.
…desperately.
…in joy.
…in grief.
…discreetly.
…casually.
…passionately.
…lazily.
…to distract.
…as encouragement.
…for luck.
…on a scar.
…on a place of insecurity.
…in a rush of adrenaline.
…in relief.
…in danger.
…as a ‘yes’.
…as a ‘no’.
…as an apology.
…as a suggestion.
…as a lie.
…as a promise.
…as comfort.
…after a small rejection.
…to wake yours up.
…forcefully.
…to pretend.
…to gain something.
…to give up control.
…without a motive.
…because you are running out of time.
…because i am running out of time.
…because the world is ending.
…because the world is saved.
…out of pride.
…out of greed.
…out of lust.
…out of anger.
…out of envy or jealousy.
…out of spite.
…out of habit.
…out of necessity.
…out of love.
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denjine:
" cut what out ? " he says, eyeing his hands as he flicks away the soggy piece of meat he’s been battling out of his teeth for the past fifteen minutes. it lands, stuck to the pane of glass that sits beside fushiguro - and then - in all its glory, fitfully slips off to the floor. he’s not sure what seems to be the problem - he’s just doing what he normally does anyway — and even aki never complained this much.
𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 understand what just happened. with barely-concealed disgust, he turns to look at the now dirty glass beside himself, and then slowly looks to the floor. is this some kind of cosmic test ? is denji some sort of karmic justice for him ? there’s no other explanation. ‘ what is your problem ? ‘
jutaishi:
SNAKE ! SNAKE ! SNAKE ! / @meguro
the reaction is instantaneous — an expression, rare as a jewel, pulling in its entirety across the girl’s visage.
❝ he – hello … ! ❞ she’s enraptured.
though she doesn’t make any new movements, aside from the retrieval of her hand from megumi’s removal, the urge is there. in her hands, in her feet ; reverberating through every cell and nerve in her body. vibrating from head to toe with excitement. ❝ h - hello there big girl ! big boy ? b – big one ! ❞ not of importance ! ❝ just look at you, you’re – you’re — ❞ it takes a considerable breath, long and deep, but she grounds herself. in her urgency and childlike glee, she’s lost the point ; gawking was nice, but …
❝ fushiguro-kun ! ❞ as much as he might want to remove himself from the situation, he’s inevitably made himself apart of it. the girl’s hand extends once more, and though focused solely on the serpent before her, she finds his sleeve – again. ❝ c - can i — do you think it’ll let me pet it … ? could you show me ? if you show me, i think i can do it ! ❞ well, the second year certainly was persistent, you’d have to give her that.
𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞’𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 received a welcoming such as this. of course, megumi’s shown the shikigami off before - times like this were common when he was younger. learning something new, practicing it, perfecting it, and showing it off to gojou whilst acting as uninterested as possible. but he’s never been given a reaction such as this - it’s nice, that someone appreciates the shikigami as much as he does ; even if he’s quiet in his own admiration.
𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩, he’s already accepted that he’s now stuck here for the time being. rather than answer, megumi sticks his middle and index finger together, and makes a shooing motion in minoru’s direction. orochi obeys instantaneously. as slowly as he’d instructed, the snake moves, hissing quietly as it does. it circles around minoru, coiling up but never touching her, and stops moving when it’s fully encircled her ; leaving serpent and girl face to face. ‘ go ahead. ‘
♡ @todoi ♡ oh god
the weight of the awkwardness in the room seems to felt by megumi alone. he’d been doing simple things to keep his abilities in shape : summoning, releasing, rinse, repeat. but he wasn’t expecting the interruption - and it shows, in the strange look he gives. ‘ . . itadori isn’t here. ‘
thinking about how megumi is too selfless
♡ @denjine ♡ b i. c t. h
‘ could you cut it out ? ‘ his voice is indignant already, brows furrowed in what seemed to be a permanent expression of anger. though a year megumi’s senior, he almost thinks denji might be the most immature person alive ( . . and megumi’s met gojou. ) now, it’s nothing too bad - except denji had been picking at his teeth for a considerable amount of time, and does he not get people can see him ? megumi’s arms cross over his chest, and he looks away before denji can even reply.
♡ @aneitei ♡ for tsumikiiiiiiiiii
𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚, they’d intended to speak with a parent. instead, they’d received tsumiki on the other end of the line. he’s confident she’d been told about the fight, about how it hadn’t been the first, about how he’d broken the other boys nose. he tells himself he doesn’t care that she knows. that guy had deserved it, so megumi doesn’t care. he cares so little, in fact, that when he finally comes home, he tries to walk right past tsumiki and straight to his own room ( careful to keep his black eye where she can’t see ).
im gna... throw out some random starters for mutuals
yhuji:
“ 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐀— 𝐆𝐑𝐑𝐊 ! “ yuuji chokes on the last syllable as the neckline of his hoodie cuts into his throat, clearly far too ahead of himself & already to marching off when megumi had wrestled in the back of his crimson hoodie, into the palm of one pale- long fingered hand. “ fushiguro!? w- when’d you get here? 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 !? “
𝙮𝙪𝙪𝙟𝙞’𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙, instead answered with : ‘ what are you doing ? ‘ megumi lets go of his collar after a moment, and then promptly smacks him upside the head, mouth tilted down into a frown. ‘ idiot. use your head. ‘ can he not think because his skulls too damn thick ? sometimes, megumi wonders.
seph and i messaging each other at the exact same second is so on brand