#chiwit

[sureijuhoo]

@chiwit asked for a small sentence starter !

" Heeyy, Maki - san ! You free right now ? The rest of my idiots are out on duo missions right now so, I really don't have anyone to go with me ?? Won't you come 'round and come shopping with me ?? "

[itsybitsypeterparker]

@chiwit <3'd (still accepting!/ For Jason))

Holy hell, this guy was built like a tank. Sure, Peter had come across a spectrum of people shaped and built in different ways. Just the way life was. But seriously,Jason's physique had Peter thinking he was some sort of underground wrestler doing his night-job. Or something nonsensical like that.

"Waitaminute, Big Guy, we don't have to fight over this I'm sure." Peter skirted around the issue, hands up to show he meant no harm. "I may be able to take a few bullets but it still hurts like hell."

[sorrowmarked]

* born blue prompts || accepting

‘ you can’t learn well if your body isn’t fed right and you don’t get enough sleep. ’ -- @chiwit (aki & asa)

Asa stared up at him. She sometimes didn't get it, why this complete stranger seemed so interested in taking her under his wing and caring for her like she mattered. Like she meant something. Didn't he know that he was not only wasting his time, but likely putting himself at risk? Proximity to Asa had never really been good for anyone, and that was before Yoru.

It was a struggle though, to not want to lean into it. She wanted to let herself be cared for, be taken care of. She shuffles a little glancing away from Aki's face, "okay," she says, "Okay, I'll stay for dinner."

[bombmate]

@chiwit

Junkrat always sacrificed for the team. Besides causing chaos most of the time he used the suicidal strategy so that the other agents would have a big advantage. Even if it meant he would end up with more injuries than the others. Again he would use that tactic.

He waited until the enemies were finally grouped. Threw himself in the middle of them and activated his main bomb that caused absurd damage to them. He had already closed his eyes, waiting for the impact of the explosion... when he felt a little strange. The blonde didn't feel any pain, or noise from the explosion next to him. He opened his eyes in confusion until he realized he was on a floating flower at someone's feet. The new Overwatch agent that recently joined.

Jamie looked in disbelief at the other. Not believing he made it out of his crazy tactic alive thanks to the new guy.

"You... Why ya saved me? I was ready to die for the team! That's what I'm for! Distract and sacrifice myself! And ya... got me out... somehow... How dare ya!??? Thank you, I guess.."

[sarastuss-a]

HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN? : upon their last meeting, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 herself was not conscious. ( 𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝚄𝙿𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙾𝚁, ━━━━ &. she failed to thank him, for he was gone as quickly as he had arrived. ) STRANGE MIXTURE OF FEELINGS SWIRL WITHIN, ... happiness beyond words &. relief, mixed with guilt, &. worry. ... &. yet, 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 the way grey hues glimmer 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 once more, smile stretching upon her lips as she stands beside the fellow dragoon, ━━━━ keen ears capture every detail. TO HEAR WHAT SHE, &. THE OTHER SCIONS HAVE MISSED, 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 continued to brew here upon the source, ... 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑 fueled by someone expected to be long dead continued. ━━━━ 𝙾𝙷, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙿𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂. taking it all in, something takes over ... it is concern that she fails to hide, with the way smile fades from lips painted dark, &. concern resides in her gaze.

@chiwit i have no fear, nor no - one should. / estinien.

YOU ARE CAUGHT, HERO! : gaze drawn back to his, 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙾𝙻𝚅𝙴, spoken with all the meaning. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍, this time it is not her own light to blame, ━━━━ but something he fuels her with. ( HE REMINDS HER OF THE DETERMINATION, that this will be won, no matter what. ) ... arms fold over her chest, smirk curling the corners of her lips, ❝ i have no doubts about that. ❞ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘, &. she'd be a fool to doubt his words. ❝ and i think it is going to be hard to feel fear, when they witness you charging in, to protect those who can't defend themselves. ... i am sure you will rally their spirits, as you've done so far. ❞ 𝙰 𝙿𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴, ❝ thank you, estinien. ❞ for he has done so much whilst she was gone, she hopes he knows this.

[sorrowmarked]

ONE-SIDED LOVE / PINING / DENIAL STARTERS || accepting

“ maybe it’s love cause i feel okay. ” -- @chiwit (Misato & Aki)

She wondered if she should just kill him. Maybe it would be better in the long run, better for all of them, him included. If he thought he was really in love with Makima of all people it might be a mercy to just kill him. It would be one less card for Makima to play and it might be better than whatever she had planned for him anyways.

Misato reached over, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the bedroom. She locked the door behind her and turned on the record player. The blinds and curtains drawn, the music would keep anything she said from being overheard. She hoped anyways.

She might get them both killed doing this, but fuck it.

"You don't love Makima," she said, looking up at him, "Aki, you only think you do. She's using you. The quicker you come to that realization and wake up the better it will be for you. Do you understand me?"

[cursesavior]

✉ @chiwit said: ❛ i try to wash you away but you just won't leave. ❜ + satoru

"Hmm." Suguru's lips purse into a thin line, expression unreadable as he eyes Satoru, watching him closely. It had been a handful of years since he defected, but this was the first time they'd actually spoken since their last argument. He doesn't understand it, really - why in the world had he insisted so much upon seeing him again? He made it pretty clear how he felt that day, in the middle of the street: why bother chipping away at an impossible goal? The unwanted confirmation to what he'd suspected since the day they both nearly died - since Satoru unlocked his full potential. He saw Suguru as weaker, no longer his equal, and now he thought he was crazy for the things he'd done, for the things he planned to do. It hurt more than anything - they used to be so close, but ever since Riko's death, that bond had withered away until it shattered completely. They weren't friends anymore. Satoru kept moving forward and left him in the dust without looking back, and when Suguru said his final goodbye that day, he hadn't done anything to stop him. Never asked him to stay, even if just for a moment.

Satoru must hate him.

Not that he can blame him. Suguru lied to him, hid his feelings away, and he knows what he said to his former best friend that day was just as hurtful. It was a bitter, spiteful thing - are you the strongest because you're Satoru Gojo, or are you Satoru Gojo because you're the strongest? Was there anything more to him than his strength? Of course there was, he'd never thought otherwise, but he didn't care in the moment - he just wanted his words to hurt him the same way Suguru had been hurting. It seemed to have worked - they went years without a single word spoken between them. A mutual understanding that things were over. Satoru hated him, and Suguru was sure that he'd left the impression that the resentment was mutual, even if that couldn't be further from the truth. There was no reason to keep chasing after him.

What, then, were they doing here? What had changed after all this time? He wishes he could figure it out, but he can't read his friend the same way that he used to be able to - Satoru may as well be a familiar stranger now, with those bandages covering his eyes. It can't be to make amends or something similarly naive and optimistic - Suguru is far past the point of forgiveness, with the amount of blood on his hands. He speaks of Suguru as if he's some kind of disease, a dark stain on his history that he just can't erase - is that it? Did he bring him here to erase him? He's sure the higher-ups have been pestering him to execute him since that summer day in high school, but maybe he's finally ready to follow through. Maybe he's accepted that this is the only way to truly be rid of him.

"Asking to meet me isn't doing you any favors if you're trying to forget about me, you know." He sighs, a bitter smile on his lips as dark eyes finally break his stare, glancing away to stare at the trees lining the edge of the forest, leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. It had been Suguru's idea to meet on this trail, scenic and secluded. It had been for the sake of privacy, but if this is really where it ends, then at least his last breath will be fresh air, the smell of spring grass instead of the suffocating scent of monkeys. He tucks his arms into his sleeves, making no move to defend himself - if the strongest sorcerer truly wanted him dead, then there was nothing to be done about it. He'd rather die by his hand than anyone else's, anyways.

"Is that was this is, then? Are you finally going to wash me away - a private execution?" He doesn't look at him - he doesn't want to see what kind of face he'd make yet, doesn't want to feel the guilt that would pierce his heart if he looked back and saw pain twisting his expression. "I told you before, if you want to kill me, then kill me. All I ask is that you leave my family alone."

[yeonban]

PROMPTS FOR THE GRUMPY VS SUNSHINE TROPE + RIVALS (TO LOVERS?) SENTENCE STARTERS.

@chiwit asked: ❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜ + ❛ that was a little uncalled for. ❜ ( enzo + gojo )

❛ Oh, it was called for all right. ❜ Very much a truth, but mostly so behind the Tokyo bunch's back. Although friendly relations remain standing between the two schools, Enzo cannot recall a single Kyoto sorcerer who has not yet expressed a negative thought or another about Gojo Satoru at some point in their lives. Why, if he takes just Utahime's complaints about the insufferable blond in front of him, never mind Yoshinobu's, they would be here all day long.

Nonetheless... Enzo heaves a sigh, resigned to the reality of this surprise visit, and supposes he should try to act a bit more amenably towards the other unless Satoru provides him with a new concrete reason to be irritated about. After all, uninvited as he might be, a guest is still a guest, and a host ought to have at least the most basic of manners towards him. ❛ Well? What brings you to Kyoto this time around? I can't imagine it's just to say hi. ❜