He knows. He knows and he worries - his gaze can’t help but fall on the figure of the woman in front of him as she looks up in the starry night sky, her eyes brimming with this self-confidence and determination to reveal the world free from the uncouth surface of lies and defamation.
Trust me on this, Luke!
The camera she gave as a gift; what could it capture within its glass lens? Would each image only reveal the filth and defilement of a world so corrupt? Or could it speak that mind of hers, the one who has faith in such a place, portraying the beauty the way she perceives it? Memories - the most delicate and precious memories - trapped within a single chip. Journeys, adventures, investigations, detective cases: they were endless with her, and someone with her intellect never disappointed when it came down to finding clues. She truly was his Watson. And he never knew he was going to lose it all. Click after click, shot after shot––
I’m sorry, Luke… I let you down…
He stares outside the window, the rush of the scenery passing by silenced by the slight rumbling of the train and swaying against the track. The chatter of high school students is what he hears - we were once like that. Youthful, happy… Oh my Watson… not a scratch on the lens of the camera he grasps tightly with agitation, nor a tear formed in his eye.
Why did it have to rain on a day like this? As if the rays of sunshine and warmth hadn’t already been stolen from him. Black umbrellas bloomed and opened like petals of chrysanthemums, providing minimal shelter from the unfavourable weather, dampening the sleeves that carried nothing but melancholy. The droplets of rain battering against the plastic of each umbrella were muffled by thoughts of what should’ve been regret and sorrow. But nothing could be heard; he couldn’t grasp what it was he wanted to say, he couldn’t think of anything but her. She was his childhood friend, his partner in crime, his… everything. The roaring boom of thunder––
His neck snaps up, short of breath, panting, looking straight ahead. That same scene repeats in his head, and just as he is about to clutch her shoulder and pull her away from the barrel pointing at her - his hands grab at thin air. He doesn’t see her anymore. Rather, he’s greeted by the sleek wood of her case, spherical droplets racing down and tracing paths all together once again. Just like how they both did when they collected clues and evidence, putting them all together to come to a conclusion.
Roses - the thorns cut at him as he squeezes his hands tight. He tosses them in front of him, scattering them on the stone structure that carves the name of the one he holds dear for the rest of the world to see. And he never looks back.
It should’ve been me. It’s not like I had time anyway.
there’s a reason behind everything. a reason behind why i’m alright with you, even if everyone tells me to stay away. a reason behind why being completely intoxicated by your antics makes me feel more loved than anything else.
if i had met you earlier, i would’ve been afraid. my coward, sheltered self would‘ve known better than to take a bite of your excessively, sickly sweetness. your unconditional love wasn’t something i needed. rather, it was something i would’ve wished to avoid.
but things change. i’m not the same person i used to be, and i don’t have the same innocent, pure memories of childhood happiness anymore.
love me. love me, love me, love me. please.
years would pass with me feeling like an empty shell. a doll for one’s desires. the desires for those i thought loved me and i loved was perfection; unrealistic expectations, endless burdens, unrelenting comparisons. if i didn’t follow their desires, they’d let everything out on me. love grew into hate, and my hard efforts grew into normality. conditional love - it’s now something i can’t bear to exist with. why love me if you’d only love me at my best? thoughts like these floated up to the surface, undulating waves of remorse and complete loathe for myself washing me away until i became no one to anyone.
anyone except you. you rewrote everything for me. you believed that you could change me, with my empty, soulless shell dyed in everything you wanted. you believed in the person i could become. i would exist just for you, and you just for me. if i despised the self constructed right before you came into my life, what was so wrong with your sacchariferous way of making me yours?
dye me - dye me until you cure me of any irritation i had of the past. dye me until you cure me of any loathe i had for my own existence. dye me until i become a completely different person, so that the one who loves me most would only love me more. dye me, forgive me for any mistake, care for me and only me, love me and intoxicate me.
i’d let you have complete control over me with your unconditional love if you promise me one thing.
dye me in your colours until i know i’m completely yours, and rid me of this hell right here.
Hi friends! My otome discord server is hosting a fan art competition over their favorite anime/otome character!
I’ve copied and pasted our invite along with the rules below! Join our server and compete in our event, it’ll be fun :)
For newbies, this discord is for ALL otome (mobage, pc, console) and we have a Genshin Impact section, Manga/manhwa/manhua, kpop, nsfw, and other games section! It’s an all you can eat server.
CLICK HERE FOR INVITE TO SERVER
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Good day friends! We are going to hold a fun event that I hope you guys will join. It will be a fan-art event of your favorite anime/otome character. The event starts today and ends on FEBRUARY 17th, 2022. This is so everyone won’t feel pressured and have time to draw out their fan art
RULES
1. NSFW is not allowed, use your own judgement
2. Art work must be submitted by Feb 17th, 2022 in events
3. It must be of an anime or otome character
4. No plagiarism or copying & pasting someone else’s artwork. (this should be a given)
5. No edits
6. It can be any form of media (aside edit) such as, mixed media, traditional, sketch, digital, etc
Prizes
1st - $15 gift card of your choice (itunes, amazon, visa, etc) and made into server icon
2nd - A month of nitro
3rd - a hug, that’s all I can afford.
How we will determine the winners
We will post an anonymous poll/survey with the creator/artist’s name. You will submit your vote. Yes, you can vote for more than one. It will remain completely anonymous. This way, no one feels obligated to vote for a friend.
christmas holiday... does that mean im back? hopefully!
i really did miss writing for you guys, its definitely been a solid moment since ive written so its probably going to take a while for me to get back into it. but i do hope to publish more pieces soon! thank you for all the new followers and also sorry for not updating for such a long while.
A vicious cycle curbs our relationship. The sensation of the ground on my feet at each step I took gave me this non-existent sense of jurisdiction that the relationship was moving forward, yet what I didn’t know was that each step wavered towards the starting point as if exhorting me to return once more, then leave. But I’d walk in circles. Like the second hand marking each point of a clock. Tick, tock. Again and again.
Push and pull, like undulating waves. Dizzy with affection, passion and love, the two of us were inseparable. If he hurted, I hurted. If he smiled, I smiled. It brimmed with this… perfection, of sorts. This perfect romance that I had been looking for to calm and restrain me, mould me as if I was the faultless puzzle piece in his life. He pulled me along with wherever he went, and soon I would cling to him close, afraid to lose him.
Shh, you should stop crying.
Time would pass. It would indeed, but I was too focused on him to feel it rattle in my bones, or pull at my skin. The only sensations I could feel was my own nauseousness and how I trembled in despondency at each moment his body wasn’t by my side, enveloping me with his warmth. Pushing everyone away, letting this iciness pierce and numb me, turning me completely white. A blank canvas - eventually I’d stare with big eyes, so lifeless and still. Just waiting.
And when he came back, I would always fail to see how his skin had already been painted a beautiful blood-red, hands quivering with overflowing delirium. I always thought it was because of me. How he missed my voice like I missed his, and how he seeked my body like how I seeked him. Thus with open arms I welcomed him, and he’d brush that same hue of scarlet on his skin on mine, locking me from within as I gasped for breaths. Plucking each of my white petals away, then giving me a coloured bouquet which could last forever without care.
I don’t like it when you cry.
It wasn’t the first time, and everyone but me knew it wouldn’t be the last. His chiseled body, the fabric crumpling with shadows that failed to conceal his face, his lips curled up into a smile of adoration he’d use on me, and those eyes he denied me to see lingering on the one he embraced. Someone other than me. And he’d tell me it was all a misunderstanding, cooing words of sickly sweet that brought me right back to where we all started.
So they say our relationship is weird. Why not keep it that way? Don’t care about what others think.
Others tell me he’s playing a game; he’d push me to my limits, seeing how far I’d go for a man like him. But I’d tell myself they wouldn’t understand - our love is of two fools, in constant trust and reliance on each other. We complete each other, better when the other is there.
Our discord server is officially finished revamped. Join our Otome server!
It originally use to be a Voltage Server, but now serves to all otome.
At the moment we have:
Voltage Inc.
Cybird (Ikemen games)
Suzhou Diezhi (Mr. Love Queen’s Choice)
Idea Factory (Amnesia, etc)
NTT Solmare (Obey me, SWD)
We are also taking polling for other otome games you would like to have!! Share the link so your friends can join too. <3 We know we are not a perfect server, but we hope to make new friends and to bring all otome users together.
A new link was added, the old link got replaced :) Join its awesome there. Also, if you join, you can pick and choose what channels you want open, so you won’t have to worry about being overwhelmed!
We also added Mystic Messenger, UtaPri, & if you have one you want, we can add it too! We also have a channel for manga, anime, kpop, and what everyon recommends.
We now have a Genshin Impact channel, Non-mobage (PC games), Role-Playing, creative corner for fan fic and art, and fun events (right it’s our cosplay/clothing event).
meet my bnha oc~!! actually i’ve had the idea for her quirk for the longest time, forgot about it, then dreamt about it one day and memories of her resurfaced. i finally got the courage to draw her!!
more info below:
quirk explaination:
she is able to reset until a ‘save file’ for one person only aka only one person will be aware of the reset and thus can change their actions accordingly. however, she must be asleep and have a memory card in her mouth for this to work, so she is very vulnerable during her quirk activation. if by chance she starts to lucid dream (which is a rare occurrence), she will be able to temporarily take over the one person she has a save file for. overuse of resetting a single memory chip can lead into “override” meaning that the memory chip will no longer hold the save file, and she’ll have to get a new memory chip but wont be able to go back to the previous memory chip’s save point, and/or if she’s really overworked with her quirk she won’t be able to sleep for a prolonged period of time.
personality:
because she thought she was quirkless for the longest time ever (because how does one just discover that they need to sleep + have a memory card in her mouth in order for their quirk to activate) she was actually a bit quiet and reserved as she did not like going out and having people commenting about her lack of quirk, and loves playing video games + watching anime. gets hyper with people she is close with, and is a sucker for bad boy tropes and hopes to meet someone like that in the future. (spoiler alert: she does)
I notice alot of my followers on here skipping these posts just to mess with my lgbt ones, suspiciously the white popular ones.
Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.
Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.
Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.
happy birthday @yuikishirohana !!! here’s a smol gojo fic >.< hope u enjoy it hehe
Within the abandoned building, you could feel that the brittle concrete was going to give way anytime soon. But you did not move. Nestled in a single corner of a room barely lit by a single ray of sunlight seeping through the cracks, echoes of the relentless croaking and shrills of despair rung in your ear. Everything in your body told you to run, to book it and just hope that they wouldn’t catch you. Yet there you sat, quivering within the expanse of your own fears, paralysed.
“So you can see them.” Like a tangible ray of hope, the moonlight illuminated the locks of his alabaster-coloured hair as it gently swayed in the breeze that you hadn’t noticed amidst your agitation. The man stood in the middle of it all, nose held up high despite the disturbing creatures crowding around him. You didn’t know why, but there was this sudden relief that washed through you as your gaze lingered on his figure, something bubbling within telling you that if you stripped your gaze away from him for just a moment, you’d return to your pathetic shrivelling self, overwhelmed by your solitude and uneasiness. “Unsightly, aren’t they?”
“So you can see them too.” The words slipped out of your mouth, barely a mere whisper. Your words were no louder than the repetitive throaty screams of those unknown creatures, and yet, you knew he brought his attention to your mutterings from the slight grin that lifted up the corners of his thin lips.
“Of course~ I’m the most powerful sorcerer after all.”
“Sorcerer…?” Mumbling under your breath, you observed how he leisurely raised his hand up in the air. He did not cower. He did not seem to mind his surroundings. He was... absurd, to say the least. He called himself the most powerful sorcerer and walked into this battlefield of sorts that caused you great discomfort whilst wearing a blindfold… to call him ‘unique’ was an understatement. Questions ran through your mind. Why was he so confident? Was he like you, able to see these creatures that had been denied by everyone else you encountered? Who was he exactly? Despite the emergence of your erratic curiosity caused by this man, he looked like the calm in the tempest you were trapped in.
All it took was an effortless swipe of his hand. In a blink of an eye, the once-persistent abnormalities had vanished, leaving you stuck in the small corner lost for words. They’re gone… they’re gone. Chanting, a futile attempt of processing what had just occurred. The sight of a hand entered your vision, and you looked up to see the very man that saved you.
“I’m Gojo. And you?”
“...Y/n.”
“Hmm, that’s some nice cursed energy you’ve got there.” Even though he had a blindfold on, you could feel his stare lingering onto you. Observing. Judging. Cocking your head to the side in confusion, you clasped your hands in his as he pulled you up. “I’m sure there’s a lot of things you don’t quite understand yet, but I’ll guide the way.”
Gojo Satoru. There was this aura he exuded that brimmed with confidence and certainty. The man was the complete opposite of you - you were uncertain, not exactly the most outgoing… quiet and reserved.
All this time, you had been alone - lost parents, people who called you a freak for acknowledging the presence of curses, and a trail of curses would follow you everywhere you go causing you to run away at any destination unbeknownst to you.
But with his hand outstretched to you, beckoning you to follow him, finally. Finally you met people like you. And you had to thank the sorcerer for that, for bringing this newfound paradise to you. A journey filled with new knowledge of a new world.
“Hm…” Walking back to the dorms after a mission, Megumi’s hum of confusion put you to a halt.
“What’s wrong? Did we miss something?”
“No, no. It’s not like that… it’s just, Gojo-sensei has been supervising our missions a lot more ever since you joined us.”
“Oh, that’s true.” Itadori piped in, nodding as he raised his eyebrows in agreement. “I wonder why....” Itadori looked up into the night sky for answers, and you were thankful for the night sky that had encompassed all of you into darkness; blood rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment, thinking that Gojo had been keeping his eye on you.
You were just sitting on your bed, reading a book, when you heard a knock on your door. “Who is it?” Sliding the door open, you were greeted by those incandescent eyes of his languidly gazing on your figure. “G-Gojo-sensei!”
“It’s just us, skip the formalities.” He grinned at your flustered state while he walked over to your chair and sat down, crossing his legs in an overly casual fashion. “So, how are you fitting in?”
“Everything’s been going well, thanks to you.”
“I’m not doing anything~” Raising his hands in surrender, a slight chuckle escaped his lips. “It’s all your talent.”
Jujutsu, curses, energy… despite it all being a completely new discovery to you, it flowed through you naturally. And that, your cursed energy, uncovered something that changed your life forever.
“W-what? Me? Zenin…?”
“Seems like the clan wants to claim you after all.” Gojo’s voice echoed in the classroom, a hint of irritation in his tone of voice. Behind those sunglasses, you couldn’t see how he knitted his brows in frustration. “Damn those elites.”
“Do I not have a say in this…?”
“With a clan as powerful as them, no.” He sighed heavily, leaning against the door and looking outside. If someone like Gojo couldn’t come up with a solution then there was no choice but for you to accept it. “Your cursed energy flow is exceptional, sure, but why would they want you after all these years? They even went through the trouble of abandoning you as a child. It just doesn’t make sense.”
Silence. The two of you pondered, not knowing what direction this was taking.
“Are you okay with this?” His tone took a softer approach, his sudden concern shocking you.
“It’s not like I have a choice, right?” A smile of pity formed on your lips as you stood up from your seat, making your way out of the classroom.
“Y/n, if you ever need help, feel free to contact me. I know that clan, and they aren’t exactly the most forgiving.”
“I know. Thanks.”
Everything had changed. Gojo would stop overseeing your missions with the other first years, and there were days you could hear him bring a woman into the dorms. Every voice, a different girl. Every laugh, a different girl. It became common practice for him, and eventually the other first years had gotten used to it.
Distraction? Maybe that’s it… but he’s not acting like himself. Some of the first years had said.
I knew he was a playboy, huh? Right, Y/n? Kugisaki chuckled while the two of you went out shopping.
Was everything he ever said to you a lie? Were you just another one of his playthings? As you sat alone on your bed, the thought of how you actually believed that your relationship with him was something special… it made you laugh.
I pity you, Y/n.
Not a day would pass without the Zenin clan harassing you. As if separating you and Gojo was not enough. They wouldn’t stop, relentlessly forcing clan traditions on you, missions, training... it was hard to keep up, especially as a female jujutsu sorcerer. And before you knew, it rumours about you started spreading like wildfire in the clan.
If they were going to be so unwelcome, why’d they claim you in the first place? It almost seemed as if the moment you found reason in life, the moment you found joy, it only proved to exist to aid in your eventual suffering.
Itadori, Megumi, Nobara... Gojo... they saw less of you, the clan stripping you of your own qualities and locking you up within their mindset.
“Y/n.”
“W-what- Mhm-!” For once you could see his wavering eyes filled with emotion. Rather than the typical undulating calmness they held, there was this sense of desperation. Gojo’s stare bore into you, never once leaving. As if he could lose you, right then and there, should his gaze linger at something else.
“I don’t care what the Zenin clan says. Superiority? Yeah right, they’re just afraid.” The white-haired man scoffed as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer making your head bump into his chest. “I… I don’t want to lose you.”
There was a slight tremble in his voice, and with your head pressed up against his chest you could hear the vigorous beat of his heart. His body quivered ever so slightly against yours. “Gojo…” He was the most powerful sorcerer in the world, and you knew he would always flirt with other girls in hopes to tame those desires of his. That he couldn’t ever possibly be yours. But here he was, shaking and holding back tears at the thought of never seeing you again.
He became weak at the thought of you.
“Hah… I can tell what you’re thinking. Me, of all people, acting like this…” The way he held you even tighter against him so that you were unable to see his face confirmed your suspicions.
“Why me…? You’ve never been so determined with love before…” It was true - he seemed to have women chasing after him, left and right, and there were many occasions where he welcomed those women in his embrace.
But now here he was, his warmth encompassing you as he muttered his hidden affections for you. Not that you didn’t hate it, of course - rather, knowing how he became so despondent filled you with this mellowness of sorts.
“I... I’m not so sure myself either. You were out of my grasp before I knew it, and the days that passed when you weren’t by my side had gone completely dull.” There was no longer his typical air of confidence behind his words. They were quiet. Reserved. “You’re a part of my life now, Y/n. And when you became unreachable, I guess I fell even harder.”
Gojo chuckled. Then there was another long silence that filled the room. So quiet, so still... you could only feel the rise and fall of his chest and how his hands were only clamping tighter and tighter on your waist.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @the-voltage-diaries hehehehehe~!! thanks so much for being such a magnificent bully friend and always helping me when im in tough times <33 even when the time is not tough, spending time with you is honestly the best !! as much as you bully tease me on a daily basis, i wouldnt have it any other way and im so glad we met.
in honour of the amaaaaaaaaazing bday of the amaaaaaaazing zela (and i know ur gonna go ew emoshuns), i made a fanmade taki game >.< although it is kinda suited to zela’s tastes because its her game, if you want to check it out, here’s the link:
pretty self explanatory! download the pc one if you have windows or a pc, and download the mac one if you have an apple device :> double click on the application to open and you can start playing !!
future projects TBA~! i hope you guys enjoy playing it as much as i enjoyed making it <33
my headcanon of where each demon brother’s pact would show on your body if they were visible pacts
lucifer - avatar of pride // back of hand
lucifer is the avatar of pride and is also the eldest + most powerful out of the demon brothers, so i like to think that his pact would be on the back of your hand as if he is there to guide you. plus he does a lot of paper work, and a whole ton of writing, so a hand seems appropriate.
out of affection, he’d probably gently hold the fingertips of your hand and examine the back of it, before kissing it like the gentleman he is. then he’ll look up at you and smirk in his lucifer fashion because thats just the man he is. i mean demon-
mammon - avatar of greed // nape
mammon boasts about how he’s your first. A LOT. i just feel like if you’re gonna have a pact for the first time in your life, it’d be on your nape since thats not really out of place. not only that, but the nape is a really delicate place, much like mammon is - although he hides it a lot, i think mammon is someone that is rather fragile inside, especially with how much his brothers talk about him.
i think he’ll like it at your nape. initially, when everyone made fun of him for how you had a pact with him so easily, when your hair was down it was easily hidden. but now, whenever someone is talking bad about you, and then you tie up your hair and they get scared of his pact with you - he feels pretty damn proud.
leviathan - avatar of envy // underneath collarbones
jealousy starts at the heart, and then it branches out. leviathan, being the avatar of envy as well as someone who is very introverted, would have his pact somewhere near your heart. i dont think it’d be directly on top of your heart because thats a pretty awkward position for a pact to be. collarbones are also known as the beauty bone, so by placing it between the heart and the collarbones, i felt like it fit with the image of leviathan perfectly.
not going to lie, i think placing it below the collarbones is pretty flirty flirty, especially for an otaku like leviathan. maybe you’re wearing his shirt which is wayyy too loose on you, and as the fabric droops casually on your body, and he takes a glance - this demon will be a BLUSHING mess.
satan - avatar of wrath // lower back
“anger rises up”/“rose up in anger” or something like that; people say that quite often, and thus i wanted to follow the flow and direction of that anger and wrath. satan himself is also confident and filled with factual information - he has a strong foundation within himself, so placing his pact somewhere near the human center of mass kinda made some sense to me.
satan might be a bit mad; compared to his elder brothers, this pact is rather hard to see clearly, unless you’re wearing something a bit revealing. but its a mark in a rather scandalous place where no one can see it but him when the two of you are alone, or when someone tries to see it and they realise that they have fucked up pretty bad because now the avatar of wrath will be after their asses. so yeah, he likes it.
asmodeus - avatar of lust // lower abdomen
i think a lot of people would’ve thought that anywhere near the stomach, like the abdomen, would probably be where beel’s pact is. but nope, this area is occupied by asmodeus’ pact. for one, its relatively close to a region, him being the avatar of lust and all, but also good, healthy food = good skin. that pact better be getting well fed, for it can contribute to a beauty like you ;)
much like satan’s, this pact is also in a rather scandalous place. but asmodeus, being the flirty and happy-go-lucky demon he is, i think he’d like you to flaunt it everywhere you go. he’d even buy clothes from majolish just for you to wear and show your pact to everyone else. but you can decline and he’d still be alright because after all, he likes to sneak glances at his pact without you knowing.
beelzebub - avatar of gluttony // left shoulder blade
i put the twins as the shoulder blades because you cant ever separate them, they must always come as a pair~! additionally, beelzebub is pretty buff, and he’s got some broad shoulders. he’d want to be your strength, like the sweet demon beelzebub is. i think that your strength doesnt only come from your muscles, it flows through your whole structure - the shoulder blades are super important !!
when the two of you are exercising together, he’ll definitely eye the way your back muscles contract and make the pact even more clearly visible. then he’ll grin at himself quietly, without you knowing how much he was admiring the pact.
belphegor - avatar of sloth // right shoulder blade
belphegor’s pact would balance well with beelzebub’s pact - much like how after a good meal comes a good sleep, after you glance at the left shoulder blade you glance at the right shoulder blade. if that makes sense...? belphegor and his sheer power, being the youngest of the demon brothers as well as the most tired, i believe deserves a lot more spotlight. this demon is pretty darn strong. so adding onto my whole shoulder-blade-structure-strength idea from beelzebub’s i think the other shoulder blade fits pretty well :)
while the two of you are cuddling and going to bed, wherever he is he’ll always get a good glance at your pact with him. he could trace it until you go to sleep, or he could hug you from behind while he tries to go to sleep... its perfect for him. he absolutely loves it.
bakuten!! is rlly hitting on the feels... its inspirational, though it can be slightly cliche? maybe? but im enjoying it thus far, especially since im an ex-cheerleader myself :>
whenever the coach says “my wife says that a lot”, you know that the quote is good. whether or not he actually has a wife tho... im starting to suspect that he doesnt LMAO and he just says that his wife says that a lot because he was pretty negative in the past? and he’s hinting that his wife has changed him instead of something that impacted him heavily in life which he doesnt want to reveal?? holy shit i could be soooooo wrong right now.
tl;dr coach’s quotes are pretty inspirational and i like this anime :D
The name that everyone feared resonated deeply within you. There was something about it, about him, that you couldn’t quite shake off. As if your supposed fear of such a powerful curse had been replaced by a strong desire. A connection that made you curious, a desperation to delve deep in his world of curses overtaking what was meant to be trepidation.
Curiosity kills the cat.
Itadori Yuuji - a classmate, and a friend. But most importantly, Sukuna’s vessel - the King of Curses was dangerous, and an Itadori had unknowingly put himself in jeopardy and came to terms with such a powerful being. It’s not that you thought less of him, he truly was someone dear. But someone like him wouldn’t be safe for you to keep around closely. Should anything happen to him… regret and blame would take you by a landslide. You would crumble beneath the burden, understanding that he was another life that was lost due to your own incompetence. And yet, you knew that death lingered around, awaiting the day of his execution.
They say we’re the center of our worlds. That we’re a single dot in our own universe, surrounded by everything else.
So why is your center him?
Surrender.
It’s a fleeting moment when you’re inside his domain. His presence is enough to completely engulf you, and you find yourself drowning. Drowning in need. Drowning in interest. Once again, you’re in his sickly-sweet trap. In a place so bright, filled with meaningless optimism, he’s the darkness that you seek. A sense of belonging, or being connected limb by limb by red string... the puzzle pieces fit together well and you feel too safe that it puts you on edge. Safety? With him?
Apologise.
The image of Itadori’s pale skin, the appalling stillness of his figure as he lay on the metal table. It flashes through your mind once again, and you can feel your knees buckling while the tip of your fingers tremble. You can’t swallow this regret.
This is your fault.
There is something you can do. Maybe. The lack of certainty in your mind makes you doubt, and so you retrace your steps. There is no longer a desire to move forward in a path that seems so barren. However, something seems to call out to you. It attracts you, hypnotises you. You’re propelled forward with overwhelming ease, like a puppet moved by a puppeteer. The solution lies in your hands, and you stare at its odd hue - it should scare you away. It scares everyone else away, and brings curses to life. Yet there is this sense of determination inside… not determination. Rather, it’s desperation. A desperation to know. A desperation to set things right.
I’m sure all of you know about what’s happening in Palestine. If you all don’t know what’s happening, here it is
When jews were esacping persecution in europe, Palestinians helped them, invited them to their land when no one else did and now they’re being driven out of their own homes, they’re prisoners in their own land. How fucking messed up is that? They dared to attack one of the holiest of Masjids in Islam. DURING RAMADAN, THE HOLIEST MONTH IN THE ISLAMIC CALENDAR. It was eid on thursday. Eid is a sacred Islamic festival and to think that majority of people lost their loves ones on such a day, a day on which you’re supposed to be happy. Those people were killed, brutally by israeli forces. Parents lost their children, children lost their parents. It claws at me that so many kids became orphans in a span of minutes, families lost their homes. THEY WERE DRIVEN OUT OF THEIR HOMES BY NONE OTHER THAN ISRAELI SETTLERS
If this doesn’t break your heart or if your heart doesn’t ache for these innocent lives who’re being oppressed, you dont have any sense of humanity. Thats it
Israelis have been bombing Palestine for literally ages, taking over their homes and then they play victims like they’re the ones who’ve been oppressed for years, not the other wat around and it makes my fucking blood boil. Like bitch, just the fuck up. The US provided israel 3.8 billiom dollars for military? The way they could’ve done something for their own people with that amount, truly sickening.
and if you still want to defend these fucking israelis, you’re an absolute piece of shit with a disgusting mind set and deserve no respect. especially you have no life or respect or humanity in my eyes
couldnt have said it anymore. someone give her a medal bec this right is the damn truth. like
This is not a conflict, its a fucking genocide. Its not only limited to religion. its ethnic cleansing, colonialism. Spread this as much as you can. Shed light on all the illegal things israel has done in all these years, how they’ve oppressed these poor, innocent Palestnians, invaded them. I beg of you, dont skip this, read it, understand it. If you can donate, pls do bec Palestine needs us, now more than ever!
words of a wise human: ‘You don’t need to be Muslim to stand for Gaza. You just need to be HUMAN’
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