純愛.

To seek out 絆.

[shingansoaiborn]

純愛__リカ_模仿- -真贋相愛 - -

Independent, highly selective roleplaying blog for OKKOTSU YUTA of JUJUTSU KAISEN. LOVED by SENSEI. (He/Him/25+)

純愛_純愛嫌- -い_ _ RULES;;

__Basic roleplay etiquette seems a given at this point, no godmodding, don't be an asshole, don't take my things, ect ect.

__This blog is NOT SPOILER FREE. I don't tag spoilers and generally speaking never shut up about them. Unfortunately, I have read the entire manga.

__Mutuals only, I'm selective with OCs and am not duplicate friendly unless you're friend shaped; I don't mind cross-overs, but would prefer to at least be vaguely familiar with the series in question! I won't follow back minors.

__Muse is considered panromantic and demisexual, with a definitive lean towards those he makes a genuine connection with.

__Low activity! Ol' Sensei works full time and is unconscious the rest of it. Please be nice to me I'll kill you.

BAE: FRIENDS and Getou-san. Waif: Rika-chan

[shingansoaiborn]

@ofcrossroads (feat @mugen-raise ) TEXTED: “Are you going to try to kiss Panda now?” Maki’s staring at him with exasperation so intense her eyebrows are twitching.

純愛__While his ability to discern flaring cursed energy was distinctly lacking due to his own deluge of bad vibes, that shouldn't be an issue here, for a multitude of reasons; He was intuitive enough, knew her well enough, she lacked the aforementioned power source, and the look was so utterly terrifying that it was pretty obvious the question was a loaded gun. And yet... he wasn't going to be dishonest, that would spit on the efforts of those around him to accept him and connect with him regardless of his struggle to find himself. Even if it was....... about this.

"Um.... uh... does... does he want me to? If Panda-kun wants me to, absolutely I would! A kiss is a connection, I want to feel connected to everyone, especially you guys, so I would kiss all of you for sure!"

Admiration through mimicry, his own mouth, passed through his betrothed, was the vessel by which he was allowed to possess traits to test and add to a sense of 'self' he used to interact with the world around him. He consumed to encompass, and for those he desperately wanted to be around as long as possible, because his overwhelming adoration tended to overwhelm, a simple kiss seemed such an understatement to show how he felt.

"Does that make you mad, Maki-san?? ... ah!! I get it! ...... do you want to be the only one to kiss Panda-kun?"

[shingansoaiborn]

無量__happ birf yoot

[shingansoaiborn]

@ofcrossroads TEXTED: Words for expressing herself never came easy. Maki had always been one to act on behalf of words, but this wasn’t some curse she can simply expel with a sword. No, matters of the heart were of a more delicate nature. In one hand she’d held a letter (one that she would NEVER confess to how long it took her to write). The other hand scratched the back of her neck while her gaze averted elsewhere. She muttered for him to take it already while giving letter a good shake. Any longer and she’d turn even more tense and maybe a bit redder. “There’s something inside the envelope too, so don’t go shredding through it. Specifically, two movie tickets to some action thriller and a small chocolate bar. The letter reads, You should write more next time you go somewhere, Baka. You missed a lot, and I’m sure you have things you want to say too. I missed you and your stupid derpy smile that always has a way of making things better. She may be the only one who thinks so, but that’s fine by her. Welcome home, Yūta.

純愛__He had understood the assignment; Gojo-sensei never did anything selfishly, despite all evidence otherwise in his demeanor, and so he had known, even though he hated so, so, so much to be separated from his hardwon bonds, why he had been sent off. To protect him, because protecting himself against the elder's screaming about his execution would be difficult without his betrothed, so he had to train where no one could question his existence for a little bit. And to protect the memory of his mentor's best friend, who lived in both Miguel-san and Larue-san. But that didn't matter quite so much as right now, terrible energy swelling along with the beating of his heart - seeing her again, the first person to give him a reason to continue, the first connection made where he could say something like 'maybe I can do something, too' Even if she didn't want it, it was still something like reaching back, which had felt so impossible, so much so that he would have rather turned a knife on himself than embrace solitude. There was an almost reverent silence as he delicately removed the contents of the gift, a curious cant of the head as he opted to read the letter first, since that was polite, and her words meant the world to him. "A-Ah - -."

Immediately, like a deluge of acidic sewer water, energy spiked along with welling droplets in the corner of his eyes, leading instantly to a veritable flood as the young man burst into sobs that he didn't bother to contain. He was absolutely leaking on the tickets.

"I missed you, I - thank you for - for everything! If it's my smile, I'll do that more! Ah - but I can't help it if I'm looking at you, so that should be easy."

He was still crying, but the eerie upturn to his lips was genuine, a wobbling expression that couldn't be filled with more adoration.

"Daisuki, Maki-san. I'm home."

[tamsywindsup]

Jujutsu Kaisen Season 3; Yuta Okkotsu

[shingansoaiborn]

@toketsujisatsu TEXTED: M egumi stares at him nonchalantly.

純愛__There was some consideration, here. As the elder, he was technically an upperclassman, so he should be doing things like a senpai should, right? But in terms of even the bare comprehension of the world of sorcerers, he was in no way equal to the young man before him, even simple basics such as output control evaded him, miasmic energy saturated the air like a disgusting fog. Even more so at the moment. ...probably because he was nervous. - - was the gaze an expectation? Was he waiting for him? .......even worse, had his underclassman already asked a question, and he had been so busy contemplating his own existence that he hadn't even bothered to hear? Forcing a desiccated upturn of the edges of his mouth, a smile akin to shattered glass that couldn't possibly be a balm to any normal creature.

"Y-yes, Fushiguro-kun? ...ah - - did you need Maki-san? ..or Panda-kun? I - - they just went... somewhere."

Entirely unhelpful, if that was the case, as he had no means to track his dear friends down, even without any cursed energy to go by.

[pkmn-ruby]

okkotsu yuuta

jujutsu kaisen: the culling game, pt 1 - episode 1

[ofcrossroads]

unprompted. || @shingansoaiborn

純愛__In the essence of subtly, he had sat a few inches away, oozing the most horrendous cloud of cursed energy one could imagine, before slowly and meticulously scooting sideways like some deranged fiddler crab until he was either smushed unceremoniously against Maki, or she decided to leave or kill him before it reached that point.

Even someone of her caliber was able to sense the ungodly weight of the haunting, foul presence he carried around like some emotional support raincloud. Pungent at best, suffocating at worst. As much as she would try to ignore it, she couldn't ignore his request? ( if you could call it that ) to be affectionate — or whatever the hell he would call it — and close. Too close. He got a pass this time for those Bambi eyes and whatever that odd frumpy shirt was. Little Yuta things.

Slamming the dagger she'd been polishing on their makeshift table, Maki shot him a pointed look. “ What are you doing? ” She couldn't be too angry; it wasn't his fault his vibes were whack.

[shingansoaiborn]

純愛__The roiling, writhing miasma that he named 'love', it was such an unrelenting feeling that rarely dulled, and he knew better now than to unfairly blame his betrothed for its poignancy; The festering affection he forced on his only connections stemmed from his own vast pools, so it was only fair if she told him to leave, or at least tone it down. He hoped she didn't, though. He had been frustrated prior, one of the many, many reasons to be harrowed in the multitudes of circumstances, to the point where he couldn't quite quell the agitation. So he had sought out the most reassuring presence he had ever known; Maki-san was amazing, her ability to remain calm and in control despite all the pain he knew she couldn't even curse others with - she wasn't like him, who was capable of pouring his bleeding heart all over everyone he didn't agree with. It was really calming, being near her was calming, so he really hoped he would be allowed to stay. A small exclamation of surprise as metal hit wood, like an eldritch field mouse, freezing in place while still stubbornly pressed against her side - his expression was equally concentrated and concerned, as though he was willing to argue if it came down to it, but really, really didn't want to.

"Eh? Ah - well, um, I'm..... I'm not in the way, right? I can help! ... maybe not with that. I usually just break my katana? I can help with anything else, though, Maki-san!"

[taiyou-torikomu]

๑一He'd known. Even before Jougo had stormed inside with a report of the enemy's counterattack staggered between accusations of him being short of foresight and reckless in the worst way, Getou knew that Okkotsu had returned early. He had requested that Jougo allow any of Satoru's students entry into the school grounds, but not to permit them to leave - barring only death. Getou had expected that Okkotsu would be among those most rapidly rallying to the cause of freeing Satoru, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't pleased by the reality. Satoru bet everything upon the futures of his students. It was heartening to see them reciprocate the same on behalf of their devoted mentor. Out of respect for Jougo's allegiance, he left very few Curses in Okkotsu's path - save for the hapless surveillance type. It was a frangible time for their cooperation, and he needed to demonstrate a little accountability, after all. Getou reassured his companions that he would confront Okkotsu alone, as he rose from a sleek, black, and obscenely expensive chair. Who else could it have belonged to? The halls were quiet; not that the school was usually a particularly lively place because of the number of inhabitants - just that the sparse souls who called it home were always such a lively group. The students and faculty who remained within its walls were tasked with remaining in their dorms for the time being. Most were deep in convalescence, anyway. The rest of the facility staff were expected to remain within the school or their respective domiciles for the time being. The Special-Grade Curse that he'd recently subsumed, Mahito, was entrusted with a delicate but emphatic mission of protecting Masamichi Yaga's life from anyone who approached him with hostile intent. He was permitted to use lethal force against vagabond Curses, but he was asked not to outright slaughter sorcerers unless Yaga specifically asked it of him. And Getous' will was absolute against Mahito's capacity for harming Yaga, himself. For his part, Yaga was understandably furious - but more than any of that, he was sick with worry over his son. Getou didn't deter him from leaving to recover Panda from imprisonment - instead, he chose to push Yaga's patience by having his strongest Curses accompany him on his mission. He'd consider enduring whatever rebuke Yaga came up with afterwards, once father and child had been reunited safely within school grounds. Getou was glad that Okkotsu had come when there were so few to assist his efforts. At the very least, he wanted the boy to hear him out, and that was (slightly) more likely to happen if Satoru's prodigy was isolated. Fewer participants would reduce casualties, too. If he could help it, he'd rather they not wear down their own teeth on each other. The arrangements that Kenjaku had made both within and without sorcerer society, some spanning months in advance, would eventually reach a standstill as his involvement was now halted. With the right momentum, they could overtake that unrest and make something worthwhile out of it. But betting on Okkotsu was undoubtedly just as reckless as Jougo inferred. Full of heart and brimming with power, Yuta was passionate and tempestuous, not unlike his mentor at his most liberated, and most self-obsessed. Ah, or was he more like himself? How charming, the thought.

❝Don't blame the messengers, Okkotsu. It's all due to my eagerness to see you again. Now that you've rushed right over, am I wrong to think that you couldn't wait any longer, either?❞ He greeted Yuta with idle familiarity, as he crossed the pathway towards the young sorcerer. His posture was candid, but every nerve was poised to read the slightest stirring of energy - whether heavy and cursed or naked and merely kinetic. Okkotsu had bloomed as both a sorcerer and as an individual. His frame was more robust, his gaze, level and resolute. Yuta's quiet, enduring capacity as a leader had unfurled as an air of reliability across his broadening shoulders. The sight was familiar and not, at once, and Getou indulged in a moment of nostalgic regard. Less than a year ago, they'd shed sweat and blood not far from here - standing in defiance to their own limitations, and staunchly opposed to the vision held by the other. He couldn't help but observe a strange sense of joy in seeing Yuta again. 'How do you feel about things, now, I wonder? What all have you seen with that heartsick gaze of yours? Have you found what you were looking for, last year? Do you miss who you were before you did? They grow so fast, don't they, Satoru?' ❝Oya, have you gotten taller? I suppose it has been a year, hasn't it? The principal, your classmates, basically everyone inside are all f i n e. Is that what you're so anxious about? Or are you here for the Prison Realm? Ehh, I already told Itadori, this stays with me. Don't work yourself up over it.❞

[shingansoaiborn]

純愛__A miasmic roiling of pulsing and breathing static, the fetid heartbeat of his unmanaged, unmanagable energy seeping into every crevice of the area around him; It seized and hitched on sight of the man before him, and shattered like glass, massive digits taking hold of a seam behind the young man and clawing their way into reality until his betrothed hovered restlessly, palms outstretched on either side of his smaller form as though to cup her love safely within her grasp.

{ "Y̸ ̵u̸ ̶t̵ ̴a̵,̸ ̴w̸h̶y̷,̸ ̸w̸h̸y̸ ̵ ̸-̵ ̷ Y̸o̸u̸ ̸h̴a̴t̷e̶ ̴h̴i̴m̴,̶ ̵y̶o̷u̸ ̵h̶a̷t̴e̶ ̷h̷i̵m̴,̸ ̸r̸i̶g̶h̶t̴?̴ L̷e̴t̸'̵s̵ ̷g̴o̵,̴ ̴t̵h̴e̴n̴!̵" }

He didn't, anymore, at least, he couldn't... no... wouldn't, hate someone who had been so important to someone he cared for.

("My best friend, the only one I've ever had.")

He hadn't pried, then, but it was fairly obvious, and a bit of off-handed questioning of this man's right hand, and he knew just how important 'Getou Suguru' had been to many. Connections made, connections severed, the pain in his mentor's tone was unmistakable, the love, a concept Gojo-sensei figured to be a dark and twisted and cursed thing... because of this guy? He had just cried at the time, because he hadn't meant for his bleeding heart to poison those around him, but it was so hard to keep those feelings inside, to contain them. Getou was keeping his friends hostage, utilizing the very curses that had harmed them, and that was unforgivable in its own right, but he was also keeping them from their sentences. ... but the prison realm - was it the same? Keeping his loved one close, safe, by binding them so they could never leave? He couldn't let him do that, either. And then the older sorcerer spoke, causing a wet rupture behind him, as Rika exposed her fangs in a livid display of solidarity, his own teeth grit as the tone brushed against every nerve as a knife against a chalkboard.

"They better be. .... is this your plan? Get rid of Gojo-sensei, go through with all your plans, and then release him into the world you made? I get it... but do you really think he'd like that? That's toxic, don't force that on him. I'm taking him back, now."

Wedding band removed and delicately placed upon the proper finger, and then gripped in a fist, fellow palm outstretched in a distinct mudra. An already immense display of power curling inward towards his feet, before expanding within a breadth of an instance. In order to not find himself in a sacrificial mindset, and to disallow a somewhat selfish rampage to endanger those within the school, he chose to close his gambit within a set area; "Ryōiki Tenkai; Shingan Sōai."

A wasteland erupted around him, seeking to ensnare his fellow special grade within a forest of erecting grave markers and twisting knotted ropes, the entire landscape pockmarked with weapon after weapon.

[mugen-raise]

ⁿᵉʷ ᵗᵉˣᵗ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ: ⁺¹ ᶦⁿᵘᵐᵃᵏᶦ ᵗᵒᵍᵉ [ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ. ]

✗.一He hit SEND just as the lights flickered off and on. Through the window of his room, Toge watched a shimmering eel-like Curse drift by, languidly. Bolts of spectral energy crackled in the Curse's whiskers, gathering and dancing the length its form like threads of optical fiber. As it passed, it disrupted the electromagnetic fields upon which the communication technology within its territory were dependent. Its only task was to interrupt communication signals, it seemed, as it ignored his accusatory stare and reduced his cell phone signal to a somber X. He hoped the message had made it to Yuta in time. Why Getou didn't use a Veil, Toge didn't know.

It was just one more thing that didn't make sense to his weary, anxious mind. The aftermath of Shibuya had left the school, the human, and the sorcerer world in chaos.

The execution order on Itadori was to be expedited. Gojo was declared an exile, and at risk of becoming a criminal, too, it was forbidden to release him. Even Yaga had a death sentence on his name. Panda had been taken from them to lure him into the open. Toge's fist curled, a tight coil of frustration, against the blanket over his bandaged form. He had awoken to the information too late. His phone had been blasted with texts and updates and missed calls. All of that had ended with the effects of the eel-curse. Now it was dead silent. As far as he knew, even Maki was still convalescing - he hadn't seen her since before Shibuya.

Toge had sustained serious injuries, too, but there were those even worse off than himself - namely, the first year, Kugisaki, who was still under around-the-clock care, Ijichi, - and Nanami, who had survived a confrontation with not one - but two Special-Grade Curses. And both of those Curses were on school grounds right then. Getou Suguru had brought them. As soon as Okkotsu had departed for his mission, Getou and his allies had descended upon the school like a tide. He'd taken Yaga hostage, and declared Jujutsu High as his base of operations. With the majority of the sorcerers still unconscious or recovering, it hadn't been much of a struggle.

Now his Curses, including the disaster curse, patrolled the school. For whatever reason, Getou wasn't letting anyone off school grounds.

As long as Yuta kept his distance, he might be able to do something about things without being dragged into the center of them. Knowing him, he'd try to pick up everyone's share, and end up putting himself in harm's way, alone. For all their differences, in that, he was the same as the idiot who'd been watching over them up until now. As soon as he could get his strength together, even just a little, he would push back against the chaos, too. Toge brought the blank cellphone screen up to his brow, and uttered a small prayer that until then, Yuta and their classmates were all right, somehow.

⇛ @shingansoaiborn

[shingansoaiborn]

純愛__A two-fold consideration; It had been a request, made by the man who had removed the noose he had pulled taut around his own throat, who had given him access to connections he cherished beyond the scope of his own potential. He had never met his underclassmen besides Fushiguro-kun, he had already been sent off under the guise of his special status... Miguel-san was particularly infatuated with the man who his mentor had called his 'one and only best friend'... which was painful. The outcome was so sad. To sever the kind of bond that he himself didn't feel worthy of... Most all-encompassing world views were beyond him, after all, his picture was a small one, the scope was limited on purpose, because thinking about 'right' and 'wrong' and 'justice' made it feel as though he would have to peer away from the people he desperately craved the company of. Some people were made of that justice, but he was made of less mature things, things like love, and fear, and rage. Right now, it was the latter, mostly. There were several that didn't believe that it was possible for 'Getou Suguru' to return from the dead, that it was some fake that had managed to get the drop on his teacher - it could be, but having faced that resolve with the entirety of his life-force, he wasn't so sure. He would have put any of his friends in an eternal prison if it meant seeing them another day, too. His beloved could attest to that much. So when the list of crimes was brought forth, he had put them aside and almost forcefully named himself an executioner, for the danger presented to his friends; Itadori-kun would be subsequently killed, as per his binding vow, and they would plan a return trip to the school with a few new faces in hand. That had been before he had received a message, and without much proper explanation, had summarily excused himself, insisted that he go ahead, and everyone should hurry whenever they were able. [TEXT]: I'm on my way. Please be safe.] Anything in his wake was forfeit, exorcised and consumed without a second thought, performative in the excess by which his cursed energy fell from him in waves, a sickening beacon to draw something more powerful out into the open. It could have been ironic, to be the one invading, this time, but he was a little too livid to be amused.

"Come out, Getou ( @taiyou-torikomu ) Suguru." Or should I just kill every curse you have around here?"

[shingansoaiborn]

@jujutsu-fantasy TEXTED: ⋘ 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖: ⁺¹ ᶦⁿᵘᵐᵃᵏᶦ ᵗᵒᵍᵉ ⋙ “Tell him that you are taken and have someone who can also provide fruit.” ( 💜 ) - Still accepting!

純愛__A haunted gaze reflected the message with a distinct lack of emotional quotient; Understanding his dearest companion's method of care, of protecting them from unwanted harm, was something he could now do with ease, but actually getting the fullest picture via a text was... far more comprehensive, to say the least. However, at times, there was an idle consideration if maybe he should have simply feigned ignorance, and allowed an ingredient to fill in less provocative gaps. One, there was mild panic. What did he mean by 'taken'? As a friend? It was true, Inumaki-kun was perfectly capable of providing.. ah.. quite a few things. Two, there was the question of honesty. It wasn't trust, his love was an unquestioning thing, volatile and unending and all-consuming, but sometimes... his closest connections were...... mean. ... he was.. probably being picked on.

[michelangelowept]

@shingansoaiborn sent: 純愛__“Do you have a chainsaw I can borrow?” 

THERE'S A MOMENT — a few — wherein gojo satoru looks like he might actually be rebooting.

he sort of looks like he's about to cry. (as much as is able to be conveyed through the twain over his face; it's all in the balmy lip, the cheeks, which look more cherubic than they have in years.) because, naturally, any venture constituting the use of power tools must denote impending violence. yes?

“do i.” wicked grin.

five minutes later, they're in the shed by the school's courtyard, and gojo has his hands open and out like the nepo baby at a private show-and-tell, lording over all the machinery behind him. “chainsaws, saber saws, angle grinders. and, some of them are imbued with cursed energy.” squiggly fingers. “sooo. i do have to know what you need one for.” spoken like an indulgent afterthought.

[shingansoaiborn]

純愛__The concern is palpable, a frown that deepened and hollowed the longer he ended up studying each subtle shift in visage, opening a well of anxiety (energy fluctuating in an ugly mess along with it) swelling the less and less his eccentric mentor's responses made any sense. Of course... it was an odd request, but - - But shouldn't he be more cautious, as an adult?? There were no others he, they, his betrothed relied on more, with anything and everything, and yet.. that was scary? It was kind of scary. He would never say he was afraid of the man who loosened the noose from his throat, who allowed him to free his beloved and secure that fleeting sense of humanity within his connections - but, their teacher's sensibilities? Those were terrifying. He followed dutifully, miasmic-deep sapphire reflecting the assortment with a frown;

"......why..... why are there cursed angle grinders?? ... were they just like that? Do.. do people curse table saws? Ah - no, no, you're right, um - I .. well...."

Trailing off, he peered to the side, pondering just how stupid his sentiment might sound in hindsight.

"There's a few branches that have kind of.. overgrown into the wall-ish above where Inumaki-kun gardens, and I think those kinds of plants need full sun, so I was going to remove them."

[shingansoaiborn]

@summer-esotericist TEXTED: ┋ᵈᵉˡⁱᵛᵉʳʸ ᕦ⊙෴⊙ᕤ ᶜᵘʳˢᵉ⇢ “There are no handcuff emojis. This is upsetting.” ( 💜 ) - Still accepting!

純愛__ "Why are you texting about it? That seems mean."

Soft, light tones replete with reproach, a careful step to his words, a verbal insistence on distance that he wasn't quite ready to close. Their pictures were different, but had similar subjects; His own was small and messy and unfinished, that he viciously and selfishly guarded with reckless abandon - this man, however, had a canvas as all-encompassing as the sky above, no one was beyond his scope, whether they were the chosen or the fallen. He understood, but didn't. Without his own sense of self-recognition, he would choose the small things every time, because he didn't know better, couldn't possibly extend past the small sphere of influence, or else his heart would break. He didn't really get justice, that was too big. He understood revenge, because that was a curse, that he could be hellbent for. He understood love, where it stemmed from, because he was overflowing with it. Justice precluded you felt like you knew what other people needed, what would make them feel better, what would be right for many. He couldn't possibly know all that, so revenge was simpler.

".. you could just use some symbols to make them, though, here - -"

Removing his own phone from the deep recesses of a pocket, a prior message from Panda was summarily pulled up, and after a small pause, he would present 'Ѻ∾Ѻ' in the chat window, holding the screen out in front of their mentor's secret third thing.

"Something like this?"

[shingansoaiborn]

@eldestoften TEXTED: "I'm basically a cat." ( 💜 ) - Still accepting!

純愛__To say it was a blank gaze wouldn't quite be accurate for the tired contortions he could manage to express; A cant of the head, to ascertain whether or not the statement could produce anymore meaning, before nodding. Slowly.

"You do like to be in small, dark spaces... A weird attachment style, not that, uh, I can talk.. but.. Maybe that's something you could work on? People like cats, though, so I'm not saying it can't work out as a trope, Choso-san!"

They weren't dissimilar, after all. He understood, completely; A waning sanity that directly correlated to the well-being of loved ones, the hair-trigger violence that ran rampant when those bonds were endangered. They were both cursed, both alone in proximity to cherished people, but the womb painting had to endure much, much longer than he had managed. He was really strong, really amazing.

"...do you like cats?"

[shingansoaiborn]

@howlrs TEXTED: “I stabbed someone in the eye thirty minutes ago.”  ( 💜 ) - Still accepting!

純愛__A perpetual miserable arc to the brows simply furrowed a little deeper, a little more searching; The correct response would be concern for the victim, but sometimes there was a reason for being stabbed. The gnawing rage and grief at his chest, always overflowing, always saturating the air around him with the malignant power he could barely contain, he and his beloved's combined essence circling and resonating well beyond the grave - from what he knew, from the scant things proffered by his enigmatic mentor, they may have more in common than not. Maybe that's why he was... encouraged to seek them out - some form of lingering trust, in either of them - after all, Miguel-san was also a curse user, and one who Gojo-sensei hadn't apparently known for quite as long as her. He and the whisper of his betrothed were strong, so no one could do much if he decided to go somewhere he shouldn't.

"...did you hate them? Did they do something to someone you loved? Oh ! - oh.. or are you threatening me...?"

Palms raised in front of him in a hopeful gesture of surrender, a lopsided smile as deep and harrowing as a molding well offered to show he truly didn't mean to be a burden.

[bbcmycroftarchive-deactivated20]

shit me and my girlfriend say to each other

“I’m the best but so are you.”  ”A man just gave me fruit. In a flirty way. I don’t know what to do.” “Tell him that you are taken and have someone who can also provide fruit.”  “You girlfriended me for a reason & that is my knowledge of noodles.”  “I’m only in it for your stove skills.”  “Or you just didn’t think that the embodiment of evil wore dresses.”  “I have a problem and it’s called retail therapy.”  “Oh my god, your dad is attractive.”  “Aren’t I amazing?”  “You better not be floorgying.”  “‘Fine’ equals fightin’ words.”  “Don’t mutiny, friend.”  “If you’re an asshole and you know it clap your hands.”  “I’m apparently dating them both even though they’re not dating.”  “I thought you were dating me.”  “[Name] and I are measuring all of our body parts for some reason.”  “My big toe is apparently three inches around.”  “Is it bad that I’ve been wearing the same shirt for three days?”  “So I went into her room and started screaming.”  “Do you have a chainsaw I can borrow?”  “Oh my god, you’re such a cat lady.”  “I need a How to Stop Worrying 101.”  “I’m terrible at being an adult.”  “I decided not to have feelings when I was 11.”  “I mean, technically it’s illegal to send humans in the mail but we can work around that.”  “I’m about to commit murder.”  “You’re pretty awesome, too, I guess.”  “There are no handcuff emojis. This is upsetting.”  “Please stop me from strangling somebody.” “I bet saving the vacuum was fun for her.”  “Anyone who visits the school & sees you will be so enchanted.”  “Okay, I did the adult thing and showered.”  “I should probably shave my legs soon.”  “So, my dad is in jail.”  “But how can I be alive if I’m not experiencing negative emotions?”  “I’m basically a cat.”  “The coffee has its grubby little hands in your life now.”  “It’s unsolicited dick pics but from a cat.”  “I had a dream that your shirtless dad tried to kill me.” “Come on, kitty, show me your goddamn penis.”  “I stabbed someone in the eye thirty minutes ago.”  “Of course it was your ability to use a range that led me to discover my true feelings for you.”  “You deserve the book of shame right now.”  “I like being paid attention to.” “I think we’re at the point in our relationship where I can take you to the bathroom with me when I have to pee.”

[shingansoaiborn]

@maskfetisch TEXTED: 'people are a lot more knowable than they think they are.'

純愛__ Few things he knew as absolute truths, but every one was distinct; The adoration he reserved for those bonds he fought for tooth and nail and blood, was held close to the chest with his mentor in mind as well - with a grain of salt, sometimes. Anything to keep those connections strong, those hearts beating, everyone's dream's alive and well. That again, extended to the strongest; He asked for allies, he asked them to surpass him, he asked for them to be the future, even if.. he didn't really know what that meant. It had only been recently that his own existence wasn't something dreaded... so... the statement was kind of lost on him.

"It's not really my place to say so, is it? I'm not.. good at that. I'm still figuring out what I think about... mm, everything. Why wouldn't I just wait till they tell me? It seems arrogant to just guess... right?"

Light tones soaked in contemplation - he argued, but it was true curiosity; People were a mystery to him, and because he was so lonely, it would be cruel to act like he knew better, knew ahead of time, knew someone better than themselves. But he wasn't watching the earth from so high up, from so many angles, with such an all-encompassing picture like Gojo was, so maybe he was just ignorant. ...ah.. maybe he was in trouble for it.