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an independent, highly selective INUMAKI TOGE from 呪術廻戦 ( JJK ). written by saturn, a 24 y/o professional blood bandit. C A R R D.

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11. — heartbeat

“Yuuta — can you hear me?”

“I can hear you, Toge — you sound so beautiful.”

their bedrooms were asymmetrical, yet contained equal parts of both of their presences. tonight, they had chosen Toge’s, filled with moonlight and empty of any noise, save for their heartbeats. one thudding under the small birdcage of ribs, one trained to beat steadily. delicate hands rested, trembling on soft thighs, pale under the cool light of the moon. more worn fingers found their way into ashen hair, coloured like raw cotton and scented like peach.

“Okkotsu Yuuta — “ the full name came out like a whispered prayer, the first time uttered from lips with a smile slowly spreading across. “You can hear me!” laughter came up like water from a spring, hands reaching for a hold on each of the taller boy’s shoulders, thumbing at the pale skin beneath. “I want to tell you everything, Yuuta, how much I love you, how beautiful you are, how proud of you I am — “ Toge tightened his grip softly, allowing for a rough cough to pass from his lungs. his voice was faint, and it was rough at the edges, silt turned into river rocks.

“Don’t hurt yourself, Toge, we have all the time in the world.” the warmth in Yuuta’s voice fed the smile on his pink lips, taken up in a kiss he wanted to speak psalms into, sing hymns of a religion he’d created just to house his love.

Toge’s lilac eyes opened slowly, taking in the sight of the only being he ever wanted to adore. how many other souls with the speech curse had been able to build a love like this, given the chance to prove they were just as capable of that connection, of that promise? through all the pain he’d endured, through all the moments he had felt worthless and alone, all of those painful seconds were carefully boxed and put away, all by those hands that carded through his hair.

“I want to tell you stories, and tell you all the words I could never say.” the boy whispered, unbothered by the tears welling up in his eyes that he was able to blink away. “I... I love you, Yuuta. I want to be with you forever, and... and...” his breathing heaved gently, hands letting go of his love’s shoulders, all in the effort to embrace him, to settle into his lap —

Yuuta had always reminded him of water. gentle, cleansing, healing, all with the innate power to destroy at a moment’s notice.

but when fabric and warm skin flowed through his fingers, disappeared into the blankets below, Toge couldn’t help but hate how unpredictable water was. slowly, a portion of his consciousness seeped in, whispering the truth to him; it’s a dream, that’s all.

Inumaki sat up straight in his bed, the moon replaced with a dull sun, his bed empty, voice still cursed, Yuuta still thousands of miles away. a brief and sorrowed glance toward the clock yielded little results, eyes too welled up to read the time. did it matter? the boy slowly laid back down on the bed, clutching a pillow to his chest, hoping that it would be enough to hold all the tears he was bound to cry.

“Yuuta...” he croaked. “Come back...” he mouthed. “Please.” he prayed.

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woefreed​:

It should only have been the two of them; two boys frozen in a moment in time after a tragedy, letting a monster fight their battle for them, unlikely guardian angel ripping skies and curse apart. Yuuta wishes it was a technique he had learnt to copy, to buy them a little respite, to give Toge some time to breathe by bringing it to a full stop entirely. Unfortunately, time continues its merciless course. 

And with time comes realisation. With realisation comes judgement. With judgement come people.

They stare down at them, the boys that brought wrath and desolation upon their village; they stare down at Toge, specifically, and a cold slither of apprehension and defiance creeps up his spine. They are armed, all of them, but none of their arrows is as sharp as the glint of pure hatred Yuuta can see in all their eyes. 

If the arrows are cursed, he cannot feel it; besides, Toge’s arms around him, fiercely protective, distract him from their opponents - distracted, most of all, by the sudden realisation that he is, in this instant, the only thing Toge cares about, because Toge has stopped caring about himself entirely. There is something primal in that instinct, something he knows too well and recognises in the blink of an eye, and his heart shatters into a million pieces. 

They both know he doesn’t need his protection. Which is what tells Yuuta how lost, how desperate, how heartbroken his companion is. 

Of course, it breaks his heart too.

“Please, put down your weapons.” Yuuta’s voice is like footsteps in the snow of the surrounding mountains; smothered and soft, distant. He does not try to pry himself off of Toge’s grip; it is them versus the furious villagers. He trusts Toge’s judgement too much to dismiss him that easily. 

Alas, somewhere not too far, a scream, grief-stricken, agonising, blood-curling, pierces through the night. Yuuta’s jaw tightens at the same time bows are drawn even more. He knows exactly what house, what rooftop the scream came from. A man in traditional garb takes one step towards them, only one. He is evidently an expert marksman, as they all seem to be, but he is so angry, Yuuta can see the tip of the arrow trembling ever so slightly. 

“Move aside, sorcerer. We will deal with you later - it is the cursed speech user we are after.” “No. You don’t understand…” “He killed a family! He crushed them to death with his words!” “Without him, you would all be dead by now.” Perhaps it is the eerie calm in Yuuta’s voice that holds them back for one more second. 

Or perhaps it is the sudden realisation that the inhuman screeching of the battle of the monsters had ceased, that suddenly attracts everyone’s attention. 

They catch them by surprise, the huge hands, fingers black as charcoal and rotten flesh materialising out of nowhere, coiling around a few bows, confiscating them; Rika’s sudden presence draws a few horrified gasps, as though the air has suddenly left everyone’s lungs. “Whaaat did I miss?” The queen of curses seethes, shrouded in darkness still; Yuuta lays a hand on Toge’s shoulder in timid attempt to reassure him. 

“I kiiiiiilled it, Yuutaaa ~” Oh, how pleased with herself she sounds. “Good job, Rika-chan.” Good job - except they are now stuck in a mexican stand-off, and Yuuta would much rather resolve this peacefully. “Please. I’m sorry for what happened, really. But there has been enough pain for one night.” 

everything was white.

the tattered fabric of Yuuta’s coat, the snow melting around the heat of spilled blood, the washed out patterns of traditional clothing, the dying strip of red upon the moon being overtaken by its usual glow. the curse was dead, banished to whatever pit of hatred and sorrow it had come out of, and yet; he could feel no relief.

Yuuta had always been the best at understanding him — not always in terms of his gibberish, it seems that Panda had the upper hand in that regard early on, but even from the first few days they’d spent together, the dark haired boy had always known when there was something wrong. today, even in the desperate moment they hung in, it was no different.

all of his failures had finally collapsed in upon his soul; whether he recovered no longer mattered.

tears quietly dripped down his cheeks when the scream shot through him. it was one he’d heard before, though never tried to cause. it was one thing to be evil by choice, but by sheer chance, by coincidence? Yuuta’s defense of his actions soothed at a wound that felt too fatal to heal. his fingertips dug into his partner’s shoulders, breath hitching, lips parted as if he had the power to say anything.

or, perhaps, too much power.

his mind was far gone enough to only barely register Rika’s appearance and her confiscation of some of the weapons. he could feel his vision pinholing, fault of something outside the realm of reversed curse healing — he focused in on a single face, purple eyes meeting those with the same hue. for as cold as he already was, fingertips freezing as they touched the ground to push himself up. a brush of his palm against Yuuta’s forehead was one of placation, one that acknowledged bows and arrows were no match for any one of them alone, much less all three; the mute, the curse bringer, and the curse herself. even with Yuuta’s intervention, his legs were shaky, trembling under his weight. the sound of bows drawing taught again and shouts that were unintelligible to a mind as broken, as one track as Toge’s was, only summoned one response.

“DON’T MOVE.”

one picture, that’s all he had seen.

a kind looking woman, cradling her belly, and a man, tall, with the same eyes, the same nose. for all intents and purposes, his father could be the king of the village, a pauper, or a dead man; it didn’t matter, or — at least, it hadn’t. Toge took the twenty steps that separated them, standing eye to eye with the man’s arrow, pulled back, inches from those purple spheres that linked them so well.

“SPEAK.”

Don’t you dare look at me like that. I know who you are, and you won’t get any sympathy from me, you murderer. This is not your home, and I am NOT your father.

only Toge himself had heard his own voice enough to know that this man and him sounded nigh near exactly alike.

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[sajaboys]

*   𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐁𝐘  𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀  𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐎  .      lyric starters from sour, change pronouns as needed.

𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 .

❛   i  want  it  to  be ,  like ,  messy .  ❜ ❛   i’m  so  insecure .  ❜ ❛   i’m  so  caught  up  in  the  news  of  who  likes  me  and  who  hates  you .  ❜ ❛   they’d  all  be  so  disappointed .  ❜ ❛   where’s  my  fucking  teenage  dream ?  ❜ ❛   i  don't  stick  up  for  myself .  ❜ ❛   i'm  anxious  and  nothing  can  help .  ❜ ❛   i  wish  people  liked  me  more .  ❜ ❛   all  i  did  was  try  my  best .  ❜ ❛   this  the  kind  of  thanks  i  get ?  ❜ ❛   i  wish  i  could  disappear .  ❜ ❛   god ,  it’s  brutal  out  here .  ❜ ❛   i  feel  like  no  one  wants  me .  ❜ ❛   i  only  have  two  real  friends .  ❜

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 .

❛   i  played  dumb  but  i  always  knew .  ❜ ❛   i  kept  quiet  so  i  could  keep  you .  ❜ ❛   ain’t  it  funny  how  you  said  you  were  friends ?  ❜ ❛   you  betrayed  me .  ❜ ❛   i  know  that  you’ll  never  feel  sorry .  ❜ ❛   loved  you  at  your  worst  but  that  didn’t  matter .  ❜ ❛   but  you’re  still  a  traitor .  ❜ ❛   there’s  no  damn  way  that  you  could  fall  in  love  with  somebody  that  quickly .  ❜ ❛   and  you  told  me  i  was  paranoid .  ❜ ❛   i  wish  that  you  had  thought  this  through  before  i  went  and  fell  in  love  with  you .  ❜

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 .

❛   i  got  my  driver's  license  last  week .  ❜ ❛   she’s  everything  i’m  insecure  about .  ❜ ❛   how  could  i  ever  love  someone  else ?  ❜ ❛   i  know  we  weren’t  perfect  but  i’ve  never  felt  this  way  for  no  one .  ❜ ❛   i  just  can’t  imagine  how  you  could  be  so  okay  now  that  i’m  gone .  ❜ ❛   all  my  friends  are  tired  of  hearing  how  much  i  miss  you .  ❜ ❛   i  kinda  feel  sorry  for  them .  ❜ ❛   they’ll  never  know  you  the  way  that  i  do .  ❜ ❛   i  guess  you  didn’t  mean  what  you  wrote  in  that  song  about  me .  ❜ ❛   i  still  see  your  face  in  the  white  cars .  ❜ ❛   can’t  drive  past  the  places  we  used  to  go  to .  ❜ ❛   i  still  fuckin’  love  you .  ❜ ❛   i  still  hear  your  voice  in  the  traffic .  ❜ ❛   you  said  forever .  ❜ ❛   now  i  drive  alone  past  your  street .  ❜

𝟏 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝟑 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 .

❛   i  called  you  on  the  phone  today .  ❜ ❛   all  i  did  was  speak  normally .  ❜ ❛   somehow  i  still  struck  a  nerve .  ❜ ❛   you  got  me  fucked  up  in  the  head .  ❜ ❛   never  doubted  myself  so  much .  ❜ ❛   like  am  i  pretty ?  ❜ ❛   i  hate  that  i  give  you  power  over  that  kinda  stuff .  ❜ ❛   it’s  always  one  step  forward  and  three  steps  back .  ❜ ❛   i’m  the  love  of  your  life  until  i  make  you  mad .  ❜ ❛   do  you  love  me ,  want  me ,  hate  me ?  ❜ ❛   no,  i  don’t  understand .  ❜ ❛   maybe  in  some  masochistic  way  i  kind  of  find  it  all  exciting .  ❜ ❛   which  lover  will  i  get  today ?  ❜ ❛   will  you  walk  me  to  the  door  or  send  me  home  crying ?  ❜ ❛   did  i  say  something  wrong ?  ❜ ❛   did  i  do  something  wrong ?  ❜ ❛   maybe  this  is  all  your  fault  instead .  ❜ ❛   i’d  leave  you,  but  the  rollercoaster’s  all  i’ve  ever  had .  ❜

𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮 .

❛   i  bet  she’s  braggin’  to  all  her  friends .  ❜ ❛   so  when  you  gonna  tell  her  that  we  did  that ,  too ?  ❜ ❛   she  thinks  it’s  special,  but  it’s  all  reused .  ❜ ❛   do  you  call  her ,  almost  say  my  name ?  ❜ ❛   that  was  our  place .  ❜ ❛   i  found  it  first .  ❜ ❛   do  you  get  déjà  vu ?  ❜ ❛   let’s  be  honest ,  we  kinda  do  sound  the  same .  ❜ ❛   i  hate  to  think  that  i  was  just  your  type .  ❜ ❛   that  was  the  show  we  talked  about .  ❜ ❛   don’t  act  like  we  didn’t  do  that  shit ,  too .  ❜ ❛   a  different  girl  now,  but  there’s  nothing  new .  ❜

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝟒 𝐮 .

❛   well ,  good  for  you .  ❜ ❛   i  guess  you  moved  on  really  easily .  ❜ ❛   remember  when  you  said  that  you  wanted  to  give  me  the  world ?  ❜ ❛   you  look  happy  and  healthy .  ❜ ❛   not  me ,  if  you  ever  cared  to  ask .  ❜ ❛   you’re  doin’  great  out  there  without  me .  ❜ ❛   god ,  i  wish  that  i  could  do  that .  ❜ ❛   i’ve  lost  my  mind .  ❜ ❛   i’ve  spent  the  night  cryin’  on  the  floor  of  my  bathroom .  ❜ ❛   you’re  so  unaffected .  ❜ ❛   i  really  don’t  get  it .  ❜ ❛   i  guess  you’re  gettin’  everything  you  want .  ❜ ❛   it’s  like  we  never  even  happened .  ❜ ❛   what  the  fuck  is  up  with  that ?  ❜ ❛   it’s  like  you  never  even  met  me .  ❜ ❛   remember  when  you  swore  to  god  i  was  the  only  person  who  ever  got  you ?  ❜ ❛   you  will  never  have  to  hurt  the  way  you  know  that  i  do .  ❜ ❛   maybe  i’m  too  emotional .  ❜ ❛   your  apathy’s  like  a  wound  in  salt .  ❜ ❛   maybe  you  never  cared  at  all .  ❜

𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 .

❛   ‘cause  i  thought  you’d  like  me  more .  ❜ ❛   tried  so  hard  to  be  everything  that  you liked .  ❜ ❛   stupid ,  emotional ,  obsessive  little  me .  ❜ ❛   i  knew  from  the  start  this  is  exactly  how  you’d  leave .  ❜ ❛   the  nеxt  second,  you  were  gone .  ❜ ❛   you  left  me  there  crying .  ❜ ❛   you  always  say  i’m  never  satisfied .  ❜ ❛   but  i  don’t  think  that’s  true .  ❜ ❛   all  i  ever  wanted  was  to  be  enough  for  you .  ❜ ❛   maybe  i’m  just  not  as  interesting .  ❜ ❛   you  couldn’t  have  cared  less  about  someone  who  loved  you  more .  ❜ ❛   i’d  say  you  broke  my  heart .  ❜ ❛   but  you  broke  much  more  than  that .  ❜ ❛   now  i  don’t  want  your  sympathy .  ❜ ❛   i  just  want  myself  back .  ❜ ❛   don’t  you  think  i  loved  you  too  much  to  be  used  and  discarded ?  ❜ ❛   don’t  you  think  i  loved  you  too  much  to  think  i  deserve  nothing ?  ❜ ❛   don’t  tell  me  you’re  sorry .  ❜ ❛   feel  sorry  for  yourself .  ❜ ❛   someday  i’ll  be  everything  to  somebody  else .  ❜ ❛   you’ll  be  the  one  who’s  crying .  ❜ ❛   i  don’t  think  anything  could  ever  be  enough  for  you .  ❜

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 .

❛   i  thought  my  heart  was  detached .  ❜ ❛   does  she  mean  you  forgot  about  me ?  ❜ ❛   i  hope  you’re  happy  but  not  like  how  you  were  with  me .  ❜ ❛   i’m  selfish,  i  know  .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  you’re  happy .  ❜ ❛   but  don’t  be  happier .  ❜ ❛   an  eternal  love  bullshit  you  know  you’ll  never  mean .  ❜ ❛   now  i’m  pickin’  her  apart .  ❜ ❛   i  wish  you  all  the  best ,  really .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  you’re  happy,  but  don’t  be  happier .  ❜

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 .

❛   i  kinda  wanna  throw  my  phone  across  the  room .  ❜ ❛   wish  i  didn’t  care .  ❜ ❛   i  know  their  beauty’s  not  my  lack .  ❜ ❛   It  feels  like  that  weight  is  on  my  back .  ❜ ❛   i  can’t  let  it  go .  ❜ ❛   comparison  is  killing  me  slowly .  ❜ ❛   i  think  i  think  too  much .  ❜ ❛   i’m  so  sick  of  myself .  ❜ ❛   i’d  rather  be  anyone  else .  ❜ ❛   my  jealousy  started  following  me .  ❜ ❛   i  see  everyone  getting  all  the  things  i  want .  ❜ ❛   i’m  happy  for  them,  but  then  again,  i’m  not .  ❜ ❛   i  can’t  stand  it .  ❜ ❛   oh  god ,  i  sound  crazy .  ❜ ❛   their  win  is  not  my  loss .  ❜ ❛   i  can’t  help  getting  caught  up  in  it  all .  ❜ ❛   all  your  friends  are  so  cool .  ❜ ❛   yeah,  you’re  living  the  life .  ❜ ❛   i  wanna  be  you  so  bad .  ❜ ❛   i  don’t  even  know  you .  ❜ ❛   all  i  see  is  what  i  should  be .  ❜

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 .

❛   know  that  i  loved  you  so  bad .  ❜ ❛   i  let  you  treat  me  like  that .  ❜ ❛   i  was  your  willing  accomplice .  ❜ ❛   i  watched  as  you  fled  the  scene .  ❜ ❛   the  things  i  did  just  so  i  could  call  you  mine .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  i  was  your  favorite  crime .  ❜ ❛   you  used  me  as  an  alibi .  ❜ ❛   i  crossed  my  heart  as  you  crossed  the  line .  ❜ ❛   i  defended  you  to  all  my  friends .  ❜ ❛   you  know  that  i’d  do  it  all  again .  ❜ ❛   it’s  bittersweet  to  think  about  the  damage  that  we’d  do .  ❜ ❛   i  was  doin’  it  with  you .  ❜ ❛   i  say  that  i  hate  you  with  a  smile  on  my  face .  ❜ ❛   look  what  we  became .  ❜

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐤 .

❛   somehow  we  fell  out  of  touch .  ❜ ❛   hope  he  took  his  bad  deal  and  made  a  royal  flush .  ❜ ❛   don’t  know  if  i’ll  see  you  again  someday .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  that  you’re  okay .  ❜ ❛   we  don’t  talk  much .  ❜ ❛   i  just  gotta  say  i  miss  you .  ❜ ❛   address  the  letters  to  the  holes  in  my  butterfly  wings .  ❜ ❛   nothing’s  forever .  ❜ ❛   nothing’s  as  good  as  it  seems .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  you  know  how  proud  i  am  you  were  created .  ❜ ❛   i  hope  that  you’re  happier  today .  ❜

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JJK sketches

[trickormemes]

One Word Writing Prompts

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.

01. — first 02. — kiss 03. — final 04. — numb 05. — broken 06. — wings 07. — melody 08. — rules 09. — chocolate 10. — nostalgia 11. — heartbeat 12. — stranger 13. — confusion 14. — bitter 15. — afterlife 16. — daybreak 17. — audience 18. — endless 19. — fireworks 20. — wishing 21. — birthday 22. — tomorrow 23. — oppression 24. — agony 25. — return 26. — protection 27. — boxes 28. — hope 29. — preparation 30. — beautiful 31. — lies 32. — underneath 33. — hide 34. — diary 35. — unforeseen 36. — conditional 37. — gone 38. — clear 39. — heartache 40. — wired 41. — insanity 42. — foolish 43. — words 44. — study 45. — love 46. — skies 47. — stars 48. — lucky 49. — shake 50. — punctual

[persephonememes]

* (  THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ I wish you would have told me. ❜

❛ You didn’t tell your sisters what you saw. ❜

❛ Some things can’t be told. You live them or you don’t. ❜

❛ I’m sorry. ❜

❛ Mom says that a house is like a body. ❜

❛ All this time we tried to get into this room, now we can’t get the fuck out! ❜

❛ She saved me. ❜

❛ I don’t feel anything. ❜

❛ I’m scared. That’s all I am. ❜

❛ There’s nothing left. I’m only scared. ❜

❛ It’s just a house. ❜

❛ It’s very different in the night. It’s different in the dark. ❜

❛ What if I dream that you kill us? ❜

❛ Do you think there’s a thing worse than that? ❜

❛ I don’t think there’s anything worse than that. ❜

❛ Did you just punch me in the boob? ❜

❛ Someone ask you what you think? ❜

❛ I’m so proud of you. You’re doing so well. ❜

❛ Keep it up. ❜

❛ I’m glad you’re here. ❜

❛ I should have made more of an effort with you. ❜

❛ You tried as best you could. ❜

❛ I should have met you halfway. ❜

❛ People fuck up. ❜

❛ I guess you don’t get that, you don’t really get it until you fuck up. ❜

❛ You like to fix things. ❜

❛ You’re good at fixing things. I keep hearing this about you, is that right? ❜

❛ I’m not so sure anymore. ❜

❛ Who do you think did this? ❜

❛ It’s not as bad as it is in your head. ❜

❛ Most of what people say at a funeral is a wish. ❜

❛ Now you stand there and you talk about ghosts and spirits. ❜

❛ Is she okay? ❜

❛ How do you know that? ❜

❛ It’s a twin thing. ❜

❛ This house is bad. ❜

❛ These will help with the cold. ❜

❛ What are you, um, looking at? ❜

❛ She fucking knew better. And she did it anyway. ❜

❛ We’re tougher than other kids. ❜

❛ We make ourselves really safe. And no one ever gets in. ❜

❛ Just because you care about them doesn’t mean they won’t burn you. ❜

❛ You’re scared. I can tell. ❜

❛ Be sure to let your imagination get the best of you. That’s the first step. ❜

❛ Imagine the worst thing possible. Assume it’s true. Then go from there. ❜

❛ I’m drawing boundaries, which is something you should look in to. ❜

❛ How long do we have to live here? ❜

❛ When we die, we turn into stories; and every time someone tells one of those stories, it’s like we’re still here for them. ❜

❛ We’re all stories in the end. ❜

❛ I love you completely, and you loved me the same. The rest is confetti. ❜

❛ Someone should’ve told her she didn’t have to try this hard. ❜

❛ Pandas don’t eat macaroni. ❜

❛ And I’m just- I’m just floating in this ocean of nothing, and I wonder if this is it, if this is what death is. ❜

❛ Journeys end in lovers meeting. ❜

❛ I’ve seen a lot of ghosts. Just not the way you think. ❜

❛ To learn what we fear is to learn who we are. ❜

❛ Horror defies our boundaries and illuminates our souls. ❜

❛ A ghost can be a lot of things. A memory, a daydream, a secret. ❜

❛ When you’re little, you learn how to see things that aren’t there. And when you grow up, you learn how to make them real. ❜

❛ Fear and guilt are sisters. ❜

❛ No live organism can continue to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality. ❜

❛ Most times, a ghost is a wish. ❜

❛ All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down. ❜

❛ Fear is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. ❜

❛ I feel a little clearer just now. ❜

❛ I feel like I’ve been here before. ❜

❛ You have to live. ❜

❛ I don’t know how to do this without you. ❜

❛ There’s no without. I am not gone. ❜

❛ I’m scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow. ❜

❛ There’s so much I want to say to you all. ❜

❛ I’m so sorry our last words were in anger. ❜

❛ I’m sorry if I didn’t listen, and I’m sorry… ❜

❛ It wouldn’t have changed anything. ❜

❛ I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. ❜

❛ What were you feeling before? ❜

❛ I was feeling fear. And… And guilt. ❜

[shiizuka]

      — — — — this is a quiet       S T A R T E R  C A L L.

[shiizuka]

woefreed​:

Some time from now, Yuuta would tell Toge how sorry he is. Sorry that he coldn’t catch up faster. Sorry that the curse slipped from Rika’s grasp. Sorry that he didn’t go after him immediately. Sorry that he couldn’t feel that monstrosity catch up with him and follow into the valley until it was too late. Sorry that, for all his power, for all his will to help and protect him, he was not able to when it truly mattered. 

It flies by him, and all the blood in Yuuta’s body freezes - impossible, he thinks, stunned, until Rika’s raging, furious screech reaches his ear, unlocks his legs. Impossible doesn’t matter. It did, period. And it is going after Toge. His legs carry him faster than they physically should be able too, fueled with cursed energy, and he reaches the edge of the cliff and looks down. One glance before the dive. One glance is enough to see and understand; to grasp the horror of what just occurred. 

He is too late, but he can still hear it. The echo of brittle bones, shattered and snapped. It’s a sickening sound, one that haunts him still, in his darkest nightmares, every time he lays his eyes on a locker.

The horror is knowing Toge, now, will be haunted by it too.

Cursed energy surges through his body; he find his footing on the very rooftop that bore witness to the bloodshed (children, oh god, there had been children), and launches himself at the curse. He catches it mid-fall, slams his body into it with earth-shattering power before teeth can close in on Toge; sends it flying straight into the cliff while he lands in the snow, right by his companion’s side. “Toge!” Blood. Cursed speech comes at a price; especially spells that powerful. Alas, pain is not the highest price he will have to pay today. Yuuta sees it in his purple eyes: the shock, the horror washing over in cold, poisonous waves. And he hates it. He hates it, he hates it, he hates it.

If his heart is breaking now, he cannot imagine how Toge must feel. And how he wishes he could take that pain away from him.

Behind them, Rika exacts her revenge, keeps her new rival busy and away from the houses - for now. In Yuuta’s hands, cursed energy turns inward and outward, converts into positive, healing energy; his palms find their way to the delicate skin of his wounded throat. “I’m sorry, Toge. I’m so, so sorry.” Yuuta mutters. “I promise you that thing is not leaving this village alive.” 

Yuuta’s anger runs cold in his veins. It rolls underneath the surface and bursts out in shards of ice. But he will not let it touch Toge; not now, not ever, forces it to soften to gentle breeze as hands move to cusp his face. This is his village. His family, nearby. Yuuta has no right to decide in his place, but he can plead for his trust. Let him do what he does best. “Leave this to me. Please.” 

he never meant to hurt anyone, ever.

he’d not meant to be born with the seal upon his cheeks and tongue, not meant to be abandoned to the cold, not meant to maim by mistake, not meant to live this life he’d constructed from feeble bricks of snow and blood.

the way the nanny had looked at him, sputtering blood, blaming him for the evils of the world, he remembered every second. he saw her face in his nightmares, screamed and beaten fists against Gojo’s chest, making hollow noises and unintelligible sobs. wasn’t he meant to protect people? isn’t that why Gojo brought him in?

no, he was what they’d said he was.

they were a renaissance image, the lovers embedded in blood laden snow, hands about the small boy’s neck meant to heal rather than to snuff him out, and yet — he had never wanted death more than in that moment. he wished his words weren’t weapons, he wished he could use them to love, like the boy above him deserved.

tears wash away irrigation lines of salt water and blood.

he dared not turn his head, lest he see the crumpled bodies he was responsible for. he dared not look at the sky, to see Rika waging war against this beast. and so, purple eyes settled on greyish-blue, dark like the ocean in winter.

he could drown in them.

Toge shook his head, red palms coming up to grasp at a white jacket. his entire body ached, but he could squash it down. his mind was the one in true agony, twisting into a monster concerned only with the suffering he’d caused. shouldn’t he pay for his sins? shouldn’t he pay for the pain he’d brought this village?

what could have been his home, if not here?

the panic in his face settled into an unholy sadness, a fear for everyone’s safety but his own. he wanted to sob, wanted to scream. yet — all he could hear were whispers. purple eyes dragged away from Yuuta’s face, and in an instant, he wished they hadn’t.

rage, fear, disgust, hatred, hatred, HATRED.

villagers had come out to gather in the square he’d been crushed into, their traditional wear only but the most distant of memories, ones he’d only seen from up on the cliffs. breaths clouded in cold air, only for brief moments disguising the base and unforgiving execrate pointed at him, at the seal upon his cheeks. the sound of bows being drawn back made his brain fall into an animalistic state, arms coming about Yuuta to protect him, to draw him in like a cornered dog hiding their pups. he could only distantly hear Rika’s cackling and the shrieks of a curse losing its battle to its queen.

this was all his fault.

[shizukais]

okkotsu yuuta vol. 0

[shiizuka]

woefreed​:

Inumaki’s cursed speech hits him like a truck at full speed; the only reason he resists the command most likely the sheer amount of cursed energy Yuuta sends surging through his body and the blessing of distance, too far yet to endure the effects head-on. Still. The fact that he could hear and feel it from that far away - frost spreads into his blood, jolts him into motion as he jumps into the snow and runs after the other boy. 

Something is wrong. Something is very, very terribly wrong; he had known it the moment he had woken up to an empty space next to him, instead of Toge’s usual familiar warmth, and he had confirmed it the moment he had looked outside to see him face to face with a curse directly cut from cloth of nightmare.

It is dread and terror that jolt him into action; love and fury that guide his hand as he grabs his katana and utters a command of his own.

Suddenly, whatever nocturnal birds may chirp to the red blood moon stop their singing; there is a single second, a single beat in every living creature’s chest in the vicinity, that stops and expands, painfully. Time resumes, only when Rika surges forward, monstrous and crushing, surges past Inumaki without paying the desperate boy the slightest shred of attention; in this moment, there is only one target on her mind.

“Toge!” Yuuta calls out, as he catches up with his companion. “What’s going on? Where did that thing come from?!” He doesn’t really expect any answers; merely hopes that the sound of his voice can ward off the indescribable horror of whatever lies ahead of them. He looks up ahead, down the untrodden path down the forest swallowing them whole. He is about to ask what is in that direction, when he remembers.

Toge had shown him, the day before, from up a hill near the cabin. Yuuta remembers the sad detachment in Toge’s violet eye; the light squeeze of his hand into his.  My family. My family lives down there.  Yuuta’s heart sinks into his chest.

“Oh no…” 

Deeper into the forest, predator catches up on the prey. Rika’s claws dig and tear into cursed flesh; she smothers her opponent whole, exhilarated in her joyous, murderous cruelty; a shriek, a gleeful chilling roar into the night.

“Gotchaaaaaaa!!!!”

the cold air ripped at his lungs as he ran, watching the monstrous curse crush ancient pines in its wake. he could scarcely keep up, watching it disappear into the night. icy tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t let it reach the village — his mind was too densely packed with thoughts to separate them out into individual threads. he begged for everything to sink away into the realm his nightmares inhabited. his wish wouldn’t be granted.

Rika’s presence was followed soon by Yuuta, and he couldn’t reconcile whether he felt relief or further fear. purple gaze turned to see a bare few glances of the boy’s form, ears straining to hear his voice over the sound of his heartbeat pounding. there was no time to stop and speak — he knew the situation was understood as soon as he could see the taller boy’s lips mouthing oh no.

he could only hope Yuuta would understand what he had to do.

Toge’s hand reached out to intercept Yuuta’s path, colliding with his chest and preventing him from moving forward, all in service of protection — he leapt forward, flying off the edge of a cliff that had suddenly appeared before them. he’d long since memorised these severe hills and expanses; he knew where he would land —

until a grotesquely disfigured hand clutched him clean out of the air.

the smell of death and rot filled his nose, and the slick of cursed blood smeared into his skin. eyes flailed in their sockets, frantically searching for Rika. how had it escaped her?! there was no time to think, no time, no time, NO TIME —

“ CRUMBLE AWAY — “

as the infinitely collapsing grasp released him with a bellowing screech, as he plummeted toward the earth, a single eye-level sight stopped his heart. rooftops.

no.

they had only come to see the moon. a baby’s blanket soaked in blood, a crushed butterfly hairclip, a snapped cane, bones escaped from skin. lives, crumbled.

send him to the mountains, he’s too dangerous to be any son of mine.

Toge’s body crushed into the snow covered stone of the shrine courtyard, vision stained red as a mouth full of daggers mawed as it rushed toward him from the sky.

[shiizuka]

from the ( lovingly vicious ) soul of @woefreed​​‘s OKKOTSU YUUTA. — MOON.

he’d never seen the moon turn red.

his home was simple, fit for a boy in exile; a prince in his own right, with no subjects to rule over. his kingdom was built on expanses of rocky cliffs, snow covered forests, silent stretches of untouched land. what was once a place he’d survived in had become a place to escape to, one to share with a love he never thought he’d deserve, much less have ( said love was fast asleep ). it seems that tonight, the world wanted him to return to survival, despite the fact that he’d only stepped out for a walk.

he stood, bathed in the crimson light that had overtaken the open field, emanating from the sky.

“Don’t... move...”

a blood curdling dread froze down his spine as he realised his cursed command wasn’t being followed. something was wrong in a way he couldn’t even explain. for all of her terror and pain, Rika hadn’t even caused such a reaction in his soul. you couldn’t tell what you couldn’t SEE to not move.

it W A S moving.

“ APPEAR ! “

amethyst eyes widened to full spheres. inches in front of his face, a clawed hand reached for his face, a gaping maw of teeth contained within the scaly palm. he swerved, a blade sharp laceration pulling up through his lip; the colour of his hot blood made no impression on the snow — it was invisible under the red sky. as quick as it had shown itself, it shot off down the curve of the mountain, a peel of twisted flesh — 

straight for his family’s village. his heart stopped.

“ S T O P !!! “

toga took off into the pitch black forest, his scream echoing back across the silent ground. even as a child abandoned, he couldn’t leave them to die.

[scotchymemes]

Send me a number and I’ll write a starter about the corresponding word:

(You can send multiple numbers, and I’ll try to combine the words in a starter)

1. Blood 2. Roses 3. Phantom 4. Summon 5. Bridge 6. Battle 7. Fear 8. Storm 9. Road 10. Power 11. Wolf 12. Revenge 13. Cold 14. Warm 15. Journey 16. Snake 17. King 18. Maze 19. Love 20. Hate 21. Murder 22. Death 23. Home 24. Force 25. Mountains 26. Gold 27. Silver 28. Rain 29. Betrayal 30. Protection 31. Dark 32. Whisper 33. Intimate 34. Skin 35. Screams 36. Tree 37. Religion 38. War 39. Peace 40. Laughter 41. Tears 42. Hurt 43. Comfort 44. Legend 45. Fire 46. Water 47. Earth 48. Air 49. Sun 50. Moon

[promptfairy]

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

[gloomyhome]

nape