#cursechakra

[jvnha]

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thank you omg 🥺

[jvnha]

❝ I was born in a ditch but rose up a dragon. ❞ // @cursechakra ⊱ s.c.

[kyotoseance]

“listen here, GRANNY! i may be a ma’am, but at least im youthful!” kana sticked her tongue out at her ELDER

"Granny? Oh please."

She wasn't even old enough to be considered a grandmother! Hell she looked just as youthful! Kana had some nerve! So much for a peaceful outing! All because she laughed a little—maybe a lot...

But, it was funny! Can you really sit here and blame her for finding it entertaining? No! Not at all!

"They could've said worse!" 

[bitethroats]

KANA ( @cursechakra ) said, “i think someone’s watching.” / accepting

ᯓ☆ it  cranes  its  neck  behind  them,  absent  all  cautious.  as  if  the  nature  of  the  world  is  not  one  defined  in  whole  (rather  than  in  part)  by  it’s  CRUELTY,  lavender  peers  back  and  clicks  its  tongue  against  the  roof  of  its  mouth.  the  DISINTEREST  rolling  ‘bout  its  person  is  goddamn  tangible  as  it  turns  its  attention  back  to  the  other  and  shrugs,  jabbing  a  thumb  over  its  shoulder  at  perhaps  the  world’s  most  obvious  threat.  or,  well,  the  world’s  LEAST  SUBTLE  threat.  after  all,  if  it  were  truly  obvious,  EVERYONE  would  be  running  for  their  lives.  

not  it,  though.  it  has  a  goddamn  spa  day  and  twenty  five  dollars  to  its  name,  and  it  is  NOT  about  to  lose  a  rare  chance  to  treat  itself  because  of  some  RAT  BASTARD.  

❝  yeah,  but  i  don’t  really  give  a  shit  about  THAT  GUY,  and  neither  should  you.  ❞  it  slides  its  hand  back  into  its  pocket,  turning  its  gaze  forward  with  all  casualness  of  someone  remarking  about  the  weather.  if  it  is  aware  of  any  serious  threat,  it  doesn’t  show:  lavender  remains  entirely  unperturbed,  the  observation  by  the  other  nothing  more  than  a  light  SUGGESTION  for  action  as  far  as  it’s  concerned…  at  least,  assuming  that  IS  the  threat  some  ways  behind  them.  

in  all  actuality,  lavender  isn’t  blind  to  the  potential  that  it  might  be  somewhere  else.  someone  on  one  of  the  nearby  building  rooftops  might  be  keeping  an  eye  on  the  two,  or  it  could  be  someone  in  a  car  that  hasn’t  stopped  tailing  them,  or  it  could  be…  anything,  really.  it  goes  for  the  simplest  scapegoat  merely  because  it  can,  not  wasting  thought  on  the  notion  that  the  figure  might  be  ENTIRELY  HARMLESS.  

❝  if  anybody  is  watching,  we  can  probably  handle  them.  and  if  we  can’t,  we  run.  but  i  am  NOT  going  to  miss  my  fucking  spa  day  because  some  freak  decided  to  try  and  throw  hands  with  me,  and  YOU  are  not  getting  fucked  up  by  it  either.  ❞   it  huffs  and  tips  its  head  back,  glaring  at  the  world  ‘round  it  with  some  ethereal  vendetta.  

❝  only  ‘cause  you’re  walking  with  me,  obviously,  and  if  you  get  pulled  into  shit  then  i’m  gonna  be  LEGALLY  OBLIGATED  to  make  sure  someone  doesn’t  die,  ‘cause  otherwise  i’ll  probably  get  questioned  by  COPS  again.  ❞  it  sticks  out  its  tongue.  a  beat  passes  before  it  adds,  ❝  if  it’s  a  cop  watching  us,  though,  you’re  on  your  own.  i  won’t  snitch,  but  i’m  not  staying  around  them  either.  ❞      

[skorpionis]

you weren't supposed to hear that. / from alexandra ? her bio is here x

 Paul didn't move away from the desk, his eyes locked onto her. He looked completely relaxed, though his gaze rested on her like he was analyzing every single detail on her. To him, her background - the wealth, the secrets, the law school front, it just made her an interesting study. ‘ But I did, ‘ Paul said, his voice quiet and level. He didn't sound upset or surprised, he was simply stating a fact. He pushed off the desk and took a slow step toward her, his boots completely silent on the floor. He didn't crowd her, but he didn't give her a way out either. He just looked at her, his expression unreadable.  ‘ You're usually much more careful than that. ‘ A small frown pulled his forehead down. ‘ For someone who spends so much time trying to stay out of the light, you just handed me a lot of information. What exactly did you think was going to happen when you brought that up around me? ‘ 

[tenshadowws]

we could start over. / from maki ?

Megumi doesn’t answer right away.

His gaze drops slightly, as if the weight of the words needs a moment to settle properly in his chest. The air between them feels tighter than it should—like the quiet before a storm neither of them is willing to name out loud. His hand loosens at his side, fingers flexing once, then stilling again.

“…Start over,” he repeats softly, more to himself than to her. Megumi finally looks up at Maki, dark eyes steady but not sharp—just tired in a way that runs deeper than sleep ever fixes. The corners of his uniform shift as he exhales, shoulders easing by a fraction. “You make it sound like it’s simple.”

He takes a small step closer, not invading her space, but closing the distance just enough that the conversation stops feeling like it’s happening across a battlefield. There’s something almost careful in the way he watches her—like he’s trying to understand what part of her is speaking right now, the version hardened by the Zen’in name… or the one that still remembers what it was supposed to feel like to belong.

“…If we start over,” Megumi continues, quieter now, “it can’t be like before. Not pretending things don’t exist just because it’s easier.” His eyes flick away briefly, toward the ground, as if choosing his words costs him something. “You don’t get to carry everything alone just because that’s what the Zen’in taught you.”

Then, more softly—almost reluctantly, but honest in a way he rarely allows himself to be—he adds, “But… if you’re asking me to stand there with you this time…” His gaze returns to hers, steadier now, less guarded. “I won’t pretend I don’t know you.”

[limitshatter]

@cursechakra gets a starter ( from gojo, for kaito. )

❝ so you failed the mission . . . look on the bright side. ❞ satoru puts a hand on kaito's shoulder reassuringly. the other looks distraught at having had to have been rescued, but it is not the end of the world . . . at least, that is how satoru sees it.

❝ nobody died. and we showed up just in time, so the curse even got exorcised. no harm no foul, right? if you keep training, you'll stop being weak (probably), so keep working at it! ❞

[kyotoseance]

i have like twenty years before i'm a "ma'am." / from kana !

𝐇ACKETT'S 𝐐UARRY 𝐅OREVER !!! ... (accepting!)

THE ANSWER made her laugh. Not that she had any right to do so, she had ten years over Kana and here she was, chuckling a little bit too hard at the words that slipped from the woman's lips.

She made the mistake of calling her ma'am after something was said beforehand—or had it been someone else? She can't recall what it was now due to the fact she was still in the middle of trying to get everything out.

When her fit finally ceased, she had a grin on her lips, wiping a tear from her eye away. "C-Come on..." She said, trying not to laugh again, stumbling over her words just a tiny bit. "It was bound to happen."

At least that's what she was trying to convince the both of them. The image of middle aged version of Kana with that same offended look on her face she had right now made Utahime laugh again but not as hard as she had been. "Okay, you have to admit, it was kind of funny..."