#goreburdened

[chronocide]

@goreburdened

this you???

[diabelskoga]

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YOU COME IN HERE AND NOT ONLY UNO REVERSE ME BUT YUGIOH'D ME IN MY OWN HOME??????? NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH THAT WON'T DO.

I'm aggressively typing this out now, and I put this picture as proof as I type these words out: From one multi-muse to another. ( Even though I'm on my Sanji blog. Hush. ) We know what it's like to have so many muses on one blog, and I love that for us. We messy blogs gotta love ourselves and love each other! Who needs self control in this day and age??? But I also just adore what you bring on the dash, and loving seeing your side-blogs as well! Plus your adoration over Bellamy is massive! Either way, I think you're doing great no matter what, because I feel like people gotta hear that, that they're doing good no matter what they're doing! Also side note: MARCO. YOU GOT MARCO ON YOUR BLOG???????? Heck YEAH. ( I can't wait to see him in Wano, 'cos I know he makes an appearance there. I just GOTTA CATCH UP STILL )

Anyway-- Gore, you're doing good doing what makes you happy <3 That's my uno reverse plus four at you uwu

[gumpistol]

♥️ + my url I guess 🥹

Send ❤️ + a URL and I’ll write something nice about them/their blog!

    listen, listen, gore you are such an incredibly sweet and kind person!! my impression of you is like that tiktok audio, in which i could be so cranky and tired and be like "i'm going to kill the next person that i fucking see i swear to god!" and then you walk in with a "hi! hello! i'm so happy to see you!" and instantly i have to retract that statement, because there's no way i could ever be cranky or grumpy when i see you on my dash or in my DMs or just supportively liking my posts as a happy little reminder that you're still there ( please never stop doing that ). if anybody ever tries being a jerk to you, i will bite them viciously like a rabid dog 💕

    but when it comes to your writing, i love your portrayals and character range so so much!! i know we've only briefly talked about plot stuff so far, but i'm really excited to get to respond to your prompts in my inbox for luffy! the last one you sent is actually killing me, because gdi bellamy pointing out luffy's vulnerability ;-; but but you are the keeper of bellamy!! when i think of him, i think of you! your take and the characterization and story you've given him is unique and fun and i really am so excited that he's going to be a straw hat in our stuff!! that being said, i know i'm a bit slow, but i really do look forward to even more ooc chats and writing with you :) you are always someone i love seeing on my dash, so please keep be amazing and being you!

for @goreburdened / demanded by me~

[lunarscaled-08152025]

"..... what's with that look, doll? plan on just gawking, or are you gonna enjoy watching the sakura trees with me?" toji teases lyric lightly as he shifts in his seat, trying to get comfortable on the park's stiff bench. despite his plain colors in clothes & the sleek black of his parasol, the ex-sorcerer hunter looks..... happy. soft, in a way. his lazy gaze flickers from his partner back to the sky, wistful. his lips are curled in a light smile.

"..... the view is really nice."

-> They catch themselves staring at the lines of his face that weren't there almost a decade ago—fine ones, so faint they almost miss them until the corner of his mouth catches in that too-sharp-almost-sneer that has preceded his cruelty to them on more than one occasion when they were younger. How the lip splitting scar on the corner of his mouth has not faded with time and instead become a more deeply impressed part of him like the stitch scars on the shoulder joint where he lost his arm and a segment of his side, narrowly avoiding death by exsanguination. It's been nearly 7 years since then, when Shiu dragged him half-conscious to their doorstep and assumed they, a sorcerer and the only recent address he could remember, were someone to help him. Somehow better or cheaper than hospitals, and Lyric was left fumbling to find an affinity or a method of saving the man bleeding out on their rug and couch. ( it turned out to be something he needed a hospital for anyways. but he needed somewhere to stay and heal after that, and for whatever reason he could not return to where he had come from—if it existed to begin with. ) He stayed on their sofa after they tried to scrub the bloodstains out. Lyric peeled off gauze and replaced it when it bled through; cleaned his wound with saline and redid popped stitches when he moved too much. Shuffled awkward and irritable through him learning how to use one arm and the long healing and their hands around his throat on the couch, both of them teetering on despair and longing for death and neither of them able to have it.

The more time they spent in Lyric's shoebox apartment comingling lives, the less they fucked. Lyric didn't even think about it between working sorcery and non-sorcery jobs, managing the condition of his wounds, trying to make a home where they didn't want one to be.

-> He's dressed for the blossom viewing, something Lyric has never done because it didn't exist in their life before: he wears a charcoal grey kimono with a striped obi for the belt, a thin black coat Lyric doesn't know the name for draped around his shoulders against the windy spring chill. His socks and sandals are the same color, along with the grip of the parasol he carries, the span of its canopy a teal in a color too close to the type Lyric wears in their regular clothes. His eyes crease at the corners, subtle crows feet from age, when he inclines his head towards them at his side. What's with that look, doll? It doesn't have any of the bite like in the past. Maybe it's good that it doesn't. Proves that they're both more grown now, Lyric nearing their 26th birthday in oncoming May, but it still leaves a small hole of how things used to be. The distance they used to keep, to protect themselves. It doesn't exist anymore. Toji eventually found a stable occupation that took advantage of the physical prestige his Heavenly Restriction granted him, and even if he has softened up around the edges and in the middle in a more comfortable life, Lyric knows he is no less dangerous even onehanded and retired.

-> It looks good on him. Caught them off guard the first time they thought it, and again the first time he was gentle to them intentionally: his broad hand holding a lace-loosened shoe for them to slide their foot into it in a little boutique store where a trendy pair caught their eye briefly in the window. How he made sure it fit close to their sole and didn't pinch in the toes when Lyric tied the laces. The softened-up teasing when he held the box out of reach so Lyric couldn't put it back on the shelf because shoes like that were expensive and their work was difficult, and Toji bought them anyways. Left them on the coffee table in their apartment, slightly less shitty than the last one they lost the deposit on for obvious reasons. When he was stretched out on the couch, Lyric tucked one leg between him and the back of the cushions and settled on his hips, anticipating an exchange that had become typical of them for almost a year before he lost his arm. Felt their breath catch in their chest when his calloused fingers skimmed up their spine and stopped on the back of their neck.

Felt more confused than understanding when he laid them on his warm chest and kept watching the news, his knuckles drawing circles on one shoulder blade.

"... I just thought you looked good these days, is all. It's different, but good. You look better."

-> Healthier, they want to say, but don't. Happier. ( they wonder if they are apart of that happiness. if there's a place for them in it, or if he wants to make one, and where they exist in each other's lives as they are. Lyric had never planned to stay in Japan indefinitely. ) A gentle breeze plucks pale pink blossoms from their collectives and sends them tumbling through the air and across the blue eye, so bright and wide Lyric has to squint to look at it properly. They remember laying on their back in a field as a child and feeling they could fall both up and down at the same time when they stared at nothing but sky; they think of being as light as a cherry blossom petal and tumbling through the air to somewhere new. Of how the piles of them cover even the grey sidewalk and dark road asphalt and leave fantasy trails alongside hills of green grass until the whole world is colored by fleeting beauty.

"... it is pretty. There's so many of them, the trees."

-> They wonder if the reflection of the sky in their eyes changes their color, warps their world view. They wonder if they were squinting and didn't notice when Toji lowers the edge of his parasol into their vision and blocks out the tree line and passing bodies of people just enough—just as Lyric opens their mouth to protest he's defeating the point, they turn their head towards him and catch the dark of his hair where the choppy edges barely overlap his eyes, the profile of his nose to his cheek to his mouth. Catch his mouth, and theirs, and the gentle way he kisses them on the bench. Their fingers curl around the sides of the messenger bag in their lap, holding their essentials for going out. Squeeze it and expect something, but nothing comes; his mouth is gentle and warm, lightly chapped, and he kisses them chaste and slow like the moment can draw out forever. Lyric is almost scared that it will with their heart hammering away in their chest. One of their hands clutches the collar of his kimono and the underlining, trying to ground or balance themselves. They lean a little closer to it and don't know why. Just want something that sits in their mouth but that they never say.

They think about how he says doll like a mockery, but also how his mouth shapes their name. They think about him calling them baby, once, nose in their jaw and barely awake and their chest squeezes.

-> He parts them quietly and they know their cheeks and ears are flush, pink as the trees that surround them. Their hand loosens where it grips his kimono, but he keeps the parasol low enough they are just out of view of everyone else. His smile is too sharp because it knows them too well, and Lyric thinks of how Toji brings them coffee sometimes when he comes over, because he comes over, for no reason. Lyric thinks about how Toji wraps a scarf around their neck even when they insist, they don't need it, they've worked in way colder conditions. Lyric thinks about Toji, less cut like facet jewels and more like a living being, still visibly string and yet soft enough it doesn't hurt to touch him anymore, in their apartment kitchen taking a call from a client on their day off as he leans over their shoulder with his nose to their hairline as he watches them highlight passages in a local paper for potential curse leads. Lyric thinks. About Toji. About their heart in their throat like a wild animal when he leans back into his own space and takes the parasol with him, lets their hands rest in their own lap. How he smiles, a little gentler than it needs to be, and says:

Yeah. View's good.

He does not look at the trees.

[medicus-mortem]

@goreburdened asked: MY RAT BRAIN WONDERS ABOUT law & bellamy as a ship.... Shipping Thoughts

The potential of this would depend on what stage of life Bellamy is in. Before the events of Dressrosa it would be a hard fuck no. Law would be more likely to dismember and dissect Bellamy's Doflamingo groupie ass. Law would also see him more as a pathetic, over confident rookie that needs to be put in his place than anyone worth talking to.

The problem with Law is his first thought when meeting someone involves him judging if they have anything of value to offer Law and if they have nothing of worth Law will instantly disregard them. Bellamy, unfortunately falls into that category both before and after Dressrosa. Of course, before Dressrosa Law could possibly decide to manipulate Bellamy into giving him info about Joker and his dealings but again Bellamy is sort of so low rung at that point that Law doubts he'll have anything useful to say. So, gonna be real hard to get Law to even think of Bellamy.

Now, after the Dressrosa debacle they do have precedence for interacting. Law is the one that brings Bellamy to the safe house. He probably helps with patching him up too, even though Law himself is so damn tired and hurt he probably wants to just pass out and never wake up again. At that point Law would be too in his own head, too fucked up after the events of Dressrosa to even consider talking to this guy.

Now, all that being said and despite my man's tendency to throw up a thousand walls and have basically no interest in anyone, I can see potential for bonding over shared trauma. They share an abuser, a monster. They were both manipulated by Doflamingo, both meant to be made into weapons for that man's goals. So there is common ground here. The question is, is it possible to make these lads talk about that and maybe connect because of it?

Also, Bellamy, you gotta stop that fucking tongue thing. If Law sees you do that he's going to instantly think of Doffy and want to rip your tongue right out of your mouth.

[goddevourd]

DAILY REMINDER THAT YOUR ART SMACKS SO HARD

GORE PLES NOT in front of the daaassshh ❤️ 💙 💜

[viciousbite]

// Beware of kny manga spoilers !! //

@goreburdened​ asked: "my.. 'nemi is the nicest person .. ever." (genya 😈)

With victory, there always came the consequences. Consequences that broke his heart to millions of pieces. Why was he the one to always survive? Why did everyone around him have to die?! His family, his friends, and now... the last brother he had, was grumbling into dust like the very same demons he despised. The tears wouldn’t stop, the ache in his heart was breaking him. Please no, not again! Don’t take his brother away from him!

No matter how much he yelled, nothing will change, all he had left was to listen to his little brother’s final words. Words that made tears pour out of his eyes in rivers. Nicest... Nicest... No, he wasted precious time before the battle, screaming at him, trying to keep him away from him, from this miserable life of a demon slayer. And he failed, failed to keep Genya away from this horrible fate. A fate he didn’t deserve, he didn’t deserve to die before him, not like this. 

Sanemi’s body trembled, the grief of loss overwhelming him. “I’m begging you, God! Please! Please! Please don’t take my little brother!” He screamed, screamed so loud his voice echoed within the infinite fortress, his screams of sorrow and pain. His hands helplessly clung onto his brother’s crumbling form, shaking, trying to keep the younger one from disappearing on him. The last words he heard were the weak sounds of Genya’s voice thanking him before there was nothing but empty clothes of his brother left in his arms.

No, No, NOOO! The Wind Hashira screamed, screamed his brother’s name, over and over again until his voice was hoarse. Wounded hands clutched onto Genya’s clothes, and the remaining dust, trying to piece his brother back together. No, he didn’t want to live without him! He didn’t want to be alone again! He didn’t want to lose anyone again! Not his little brother.... He cried, so hard, that his wounds burned, blood seeping out of the deep cuts upon his body and his bloody trembling fingers curled and clutched onto Genya’s clothes. 

His body was in a fatal position, curled up, face buried into the remains of his brother’s clothes. Once again, demons took his family from him, those disgusting creatures, he couldn’t take this anymore. He wanted it all to end, wanted to rip them all to shreds until there was not a single one left. No demon scum deserved to live.

If only Genya didn’t have to die... If only Sanemi could tell him again how much he cared for him, how proud he was of him for giving them the victory of slaughtering one of the strongest demons. How brave he was... If he could only go back in time and spend more time with his little brother, like they used to before demons ruined everything...

‘I’m sorry...’ Words that didn’t have time to come out of his mouth as Himejima reminded him of the battle, battle that was far from over... They had to kill Muzan, even if it was the last thing they did. Sanemi would make sure of that.

[mcmcntomorii-later]

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@fistsofwrath - honestly!! They’re super fun to write with ;w ; I’ve really been enjoying all the threads I have going on with them and I just adore the relationship between Kefla and Mukuro! At first, I was kind of just expecting their relationship to be strictly sexual but as time went on and threads continued on Mukuro felt more and more comfortable with Kefla! Not only is their writing really well developed and easy to work off of , but they’re also really pleasant talking to OOC :3

@wild-pineapple-butt - we’ve been mutuals forever lol and i’m pretty sure all ooc convos up until just the other day had been on my old blog? ( b/c when i messaged you earlier it was like a brand new message lol - and i’m unsure if we’ve exchanged discords? ) but !!! I always remembered that talking to you has always been a delight and writing with you equally so!! I really like the threads we have going on in Renji's human verse/ mukuro’s hostess AU and i’m super looking forward to what’ll happen now that I have mukuro’s bleach verse a lot more fleshed out :3

@goreburdened - aaa you’re super kind!!! ; w; i’ve really had a blast talking with you today! And I’m really looking forward to what we come up with for plots in upcoming threads!! And I’ve also just super loved your writing whenever your posts would come up on my dash!  :3

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