IND. MAHITO from JJK .written by tsun . sideblog connected to @assortedsnacks. mutuals only , 18+ mun , i don’t write explicit ns-fw . pls use im only for ooc-muse related conversation . THIS BLOG WILL INCLUDE DARK THEMES . mahito is a nasty little sewage boy who loves to lie and commit crimes . don’t say i didn’t warn you . this blog is also NOT spoiler free .
i <3 verses .i <3 aus . i do not write ‘linearly .’ i don’t mind skipping first meetings as long as a relationship is talked through . i am not here all the time . if you have an idea , tell me and we’ll run with it . currently , i have both canon and sorcerer mahito verses !
' oh ! did i miss ? ' one touch is all it takes for the other's arm to grow bulbous . when he had initially reached for the shock - frozen sorcerer ( a low grade student , no doubt ; hardly worth their own skin and blood , ) he hadn't expected anyone to try to take their place .
oh , well ! the horrified look on their face as they watched someone else die for them was its own sort of delight . no one to blame and curse except for themselves and the fool who had thought to jump in and take a hit rather than land any proper , redirecting blow . it doesn't take long for the tumorous arm to swell and pop ; a slow , grisly death in the making .
and yet the @patchworkcurse only smiles and stands , allowing the scene to unfold without any sort of hurry or hastening mercy . ' ... want to scream ? the light of your soul's already going out . i can see it ... and to think that all you did was stop one blow ! '
nobody tells you what you’re supposed to think, when you’re nearing the end of your life. especially in such a… grotesque way. do you try to fight it, or do you simply let it happen? do you succumb to the very thing that’s overtaking your body?
had the circumstances been different, he might have fought, might have reasoned for some kind of reversal. but there was a student behind him, and if either of them had to die— if it was either of their time today, he’d rather it be him. so he let it happen, tried not to look at the way his skin swelled and popped like a balloon, as it slowly started to spread higher and higher up his body.
“ i’m not gonna give you the pleasure of hearing me scream. ” his voice is strained, a showcase of how much pain he’s in. and every little ounce of self control he has left is going towards hiding his pain, because seeing your teacher perish before your own eyes is traumatizing by itself, but seeing the pain, hearing the screams… especially in front of a sadistic lunatic, that’s the last thing he wants to do.
despite himself, tears roll down his cheeks, coming down in a stream as he feels more of his body bubble. as images of his friends, his family back home pop into his head. knowing he’ll never get to see those people again, knowing they’ll have to carry the weight of his loss for the rest of their lives. and yet…. in some weird, twisted way, he doesn’t regret this. he’s okay with the fact that he’s the one dying here, not someone with a bright future ahead of them, who’s supposed to be the future. “ go… fuck yourself…. ”
“my favourite character only acts like an asshole because he’s deflecting/covering up his insecurities 🥺🥺🥺” you are so boring. he acts like that because he sucks. worst motherfucker on earth (affectionate). stop making excuses for him
"What are you doing?" she asks, watching ant after ant reroute to pick up the dead only to fall victim to Mahito's impartial thumb. "Why are you doing that?"
' oh ! i'm killing ! ' he answers her sincerely , high voice proud of purpose and meticulous intent . his fingers are already building a layer of crushed chitin on them , like a child experimenting with the dexterity of its digits , learning all by itself how to fingerpaint . ' i wanted to see their insides ... but i can't really do that without squashing and bursting them right open . hey , do you want to try ? there's still plenty of them left ! '
THE OTHER'S REACTION leaves his brows to ever-so-slightly rise. A little unexpected, and certainly inconvenient, but it does make him think for a moment. " ... Is it greedy to ask for help when you need it?" he wonders in earnest, steering his head to view his strange company. "Though ... yes, digging a hole might not seem all that exciting on the surface." He flips his shovel downward, planting it into the ground to begin his venture. His attention has now left the other, though he speaks to him still. "It's about what I'm digging for." Rumors twist and turn within his psyche, inter-knotting slowly into something far too irresistible: possibility.
"I have reason to believe that a mysterious creature was buried here long ago, when this used to be a small town." Which obviously brings to question why no one else had managed to dig it out, but that is something Ryou is certain has to do with the pile of tales from which he'd extracted the location in the first place. With sympathy, he is able to impart a version of the story. "It is said that as long as it dwells here, its remains longing for freedom, any who tread its land are to be plagued with mind-numbing nightmares, something no amount of medicine or incense can cure. Innocent or not, the poor creature cannot distinguish between its long-gone captors and a simple passer-by." There is a moment of silence, as though he makes pause to allow the story to speak for itself. "You don't have to help me, but I would appreciate some kind of company. Digging takes a while. It can be ..." a small smile, "boring, as you said."
was it greedy to ask for help when you needed it ? there wasn't much fault to be found in the thought alone . he valued his friends , even when they were weak and weary and needed an extra shoulder to lean on . if anything , there might have been a greater sin in being weak enough to fall to the need of assistance in the first place , but wasn't it extraordinary --- both intriguing and revolting for a measly human to beg the help of a curse like him anyways ?
wiser to cling to a spider's thread than to come praying to the one in stitches . the curse's head only tilts at first , listening to the story with an earnest blend of curiosity and skeptical impartiality . if there really was something in the dirt , then it had to be buried deep . so deeply that not even he could see its soul , unlike the way he could see the other's alive and alight , so clearly within the shell of their body . ' what you're talking about sounds like a curse ... but there's nothing down there , ' he says with a particular amount of certainty , soft but merciless , ' or if there was , then maybe it already dug itself up and crawled away . '
( ... and you don't look like a sorcerer . ) a hum before he crouches , an implicit signal that he'd stay , if only for now --- if only to unearth his own answers from these buried questions . ' what's a human want with a story like that , anyway ? don't most of them start avoiding places like these the minute they start hearing scary stories ? ' yet here this one was digging with all their might in a place he found particularly comfortable , dark and loamy and heavy . ' it's like you don't even realize if it were real , it'd try to kill you right away . or is that what you wanted ? '
i still think that his hair his cute. anyway, thank you for releasing her from 3 year slut curse.
@kirakiras
it is very cute isn't it?! maybe now that kimi's free she can do something with it. or maybe not. i wouldn't blame her if she said she's not touching it. him. u know what i mean
