#hisinfinities

[localcryptidmuses]

[TXT] : i had a dream about you. (Choso)

random text messages

he paused, staring at the message for a solid five minutes before deciding to actually open it and respond. [TXT] : ..How weird was it? Be honest. I've heard dreams are usually fairly strange, if not abstract.

[xyumeni]

@hisinfinities // continued

"no, i don't."

she's not afraid to admit that she doesn't have a so called valentine this year. because just like every year, she's single. and she's used to it by now. it doesn't bother her in the slightest, and she doesn't usually celebrate it to begin with. in fact, the holiday is overrated in her opinion. just another holiday for companies to make money off of.

rei stares at gojo when he starts talking about some kind of chocolate brand that she's never heard of before. if it's luxurious, that's probably why. it's not in her budget. her head tilts slightly to the side. "with me? you sure?"

she is sort of interested in this fancy chocolate.

[inspectorboobzilla]

@hisinfinities x

"Alright Casanova" she drawled, rolling her eyes playfully, "There's no such day, and even if there was, who said I would be celebratin' with you?"

Shura reached in front of him, taking one of the cookies from his plate, "That was for the cookie" she winked, taking a bite of one to make her point.

[lone-wolf-and-muses]

๋࣭⭑ 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳 - @hisinfinities

you are the embodiment of a perfect moment—the kind that happens too quick and that you want to last forever.

@lone-wolf-and-muses - 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 ∗

you are powerful. black holes have a gravitational pull so strong that nothing can escape from it.

(I was inspired by our quiz results. It fits them perfectly.)

[eldestoften]

if you're still accepting that drawing prompt: Choso + A6 and/or Gojo + D1!

with the arms

[sharpsuite]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗦 . . . @hisinfinities

ON THE GROUND? The inquisitive, doubtful words almost make her wince. He has a point, and it only serves as more fuel to the proof that Ann isn't doing alright. If she were, she would have expected that response and either acted differently or had a response prepared. But there is nothing except silence upon her tongue. No excuse, no scramble for an explanation that will only make things MORE PATHETIC if she tried. She watches from the corner of her eye as he sits down but he doesn't press her further. ( And for that, she's relieved. )

" Sounds like you did. " She manages a wisp of a smile as she leans back against the old car. HE'D BE RIGHT. Her head turns to look at him properly upon his own remark. ONE LOST. It is a wonderful outcome for this world, but that is still one life lost. " I'm sorry. " She murmurs. People often think it EASY to bear the weight of a stranger's death. It isn't until it is experienced that people learn otherwise. It might not hold the same weight but death is death. A reminder of your own and others mortality. And they might be a stranger, but they were alive, they hoped and begged and countless little gestures that haunt long after the death. YOU BECOME NUMB TO THE GORE AFTER A WHILE. But sometimes a stranger's death sticks ; a butterfly reminds you of the hairclip they wore, or the shattering of glass a reminder of their last moments. And most people, not all - but most, carry those stranger's deaths with them in the back of their mind.

Even those few words feel exhausting to her in this moment.

The car is still warm, she can feel it through her hair as she leans her head against it. Then Gojo moves and she half expects him to leave. But he doesn't. His ever-present sunglasses are off (hers were left in her room once the sun went down), and he's watching. No joking, no theatrics that she doesn't have the energy to keep up with. Just him. The question is inescapably vulnerable. Her eyes meet his before she drops her gaze and feels her THROAT TIGHTEN TO FIGHT DOWN THE EMOTIONS. It feels childish, like when you're upset over something stupid and you know it's stupid but you can't stop it.

" Every. " She manages and she doesn't try to smile. " I'm tired of the constant despair, of the muscle aches. I'm tired of - " Her voice wavers, hanging in the air before she continues on. " - of them always looking to me with expectation. I want to help everyone, to support them, to let them believe there's something better and that they can always trust in me. " Her knees draw closer towards herself. " But it's so exhausting. " She whispers, SHAME AND EXHUASTION EQUALLY PRESENT. " Hatter provided this place of hope and offers entertainment. But he's not who people look to for reassurance - they all look to me. I'm sure you heard the others, how confident they are when I play the games with them. " The expectations are heavy and relentless. " But I have to keep it up, to keep their hope up. " She doesn't feel better saying it out loud. Her eyes slide back towards him even when her breathing trembles with suppressed emotions. She feels bad, even if he asked. " ...That kind of tired. "

[localcryptidmuses]

❝  if you like it i’ll get you one. ❞ (choso)

affection and affirmation

"Oh.. Um....." he stared at the pale blue shirt with the big-eared, blue-eyed white dog on it being very cute with some strawberries, and he cleared his throat. "N.. No, I don't think it's.. Really my style..... I can appreciate him without wearing merchandise..."

[localcryptidmuses]

I'm going shopping, do you want to come? (Choso)

domestic

"Shopping...? Hm.. If you don't mind that I want to pick up some groceries, I'll go.. It's not much, but I also don't have much, either.. Some rice, maybe, would be good.." he wouldn't mind having company while he picked up some more food.. "..Where were you intending to go..?"