#infinitie

[belliautore]

starter call / @infinitie

--- Was ORGANISATION not a factor in the maintenance of the Jujutsu High library ??? Being one of the rare number of foreign sorcerers, it was rare for Emily to find herself within the walls of the place, to even be in Japan at all. With everyone spread so thin as of late, however, the summons had been expected ; she was surprised it had taken longer than she assumed, however.

Muttering nonsensical grievances to herself, deft fingers moving the records & books around the shelves to resemble some semblance of order, Emily didn't even realise the library door had slid open. She paid so little mind to her surroundings, that it was not until the person was behind her and their very PRESENCE swept over her -- only one individual possessed such an energy.

" Ah - forgive me, Gojo - san, I didn't even hear you come in -- I was completely lost in my own world! "

[cursesavior]

✉ @infinitie said: ❛ wasn’t sure i’d see you again. ❜ + satoru

"Hmm? What, were you looking for me?" Suguru teases with a flirtatious lilt to his voice, sly smile on his lips. They'd only met once before, at some stupid party where his memories were blurred by alcohol and constant chatter, but he recognizes the guy - of course he does. He's hard to miss, given his tall stature and striking good looks, that white hair makes him stick out in any crowd, not to mention those eyes of his - when he doesn't have his sunglasses on, at least. He remembers thinking they looked silly, when - Satoru, was it? - approached him last time. He doesn't recall if he said that out loud, or anything they talked about, really, but he remembers that face. How could he forget?

"Well, you caught me. Congratulations~ some say I'm a difficult man to find." Truly, with the long trail of spurned ex-lovers and one-night-stands, Suguru has become a master of avoidance. Even he has his usual hangout spots, though, including this undergound, vaguely gothy bar - he's something of a regular, on weekends or when he needs to de-stress after class. It doesn't seem much like Satoru's scene, though - but maybe he shouldn't judge a book by its cover... Or maybe he really did come here looking for him. Probably not. "So? Did you come over here to buy me a drink, or are you just gonna stare?"

[viteoublies]

CHAPTER INCOMING !!    starter   !!   requested by @infinitie

ahmya rolls her eyes in the back of her head, as she rolled to face the back of the couch. " please, if you've come to disturb me for anything other than actual work- " it's loud enough to be heard through the walls.

the door opens, " i hope you know i will want you to die. "

[yeonban]

Send me ㊁ and a URL, and my muse will truthfully reveal how they feel about your muse.

@lustraveil asked, mentioning @infinitie: ㊁ and a URL (enzo and yin's gojo LOL)

Who are you again? ║ I feel awkward around you ║ I want to be your friend so bad but I don’t know what to say ║ I wish you would just go away ║ I think you’re pretty cool ║ I don’t know you personally but I see you on the dashboard a lot ║ I only know your name and nothing else about you ║ We hooked up once or twice ║ I never want to speak to you again ║ I wish you’d leave me alone ║ I want to go on a date with you ║ I like you  ║ I love you ║ I loathe you ║ Ugh you again ║ I’m indifferent to you ║ You’re handsome  ║ I want to marry you ║ You’re cute ║ You are my baby ║ I want your baby ║ You are my bae ║ You’re my favorite ║ I’m in love with you ║ I’m in like with you ║ I want your baby ║ I wish we could spend more time together ║ I want to hang out with you more ║ I admire you ║ Maybe we could hang out sometime? ║ I’d like to get to know you better ║ I’m secretly in love with you ║ I want to give things another try with us ║ You’re someone I look up to ║ I want to give us a try ║ You seem very nice ║ You’re pretty popular ║ I’m envious of you ║ I’m worried about you ║ You piss me off ║ I consider us friends ║ I consider us buddies ║ I consider us acquaintances ║ I consider us family ║ I’d fuck you ║ I want that ass ║ I want to raise up a pet together ║ I want to have your kids ║ I want to be your fuck buddy ║ I want to kill you ║ You get on my nerves ║ I want you to stop talking to me ║ I hope we can be friends for a long time ║ I hope we can be together forever

[einshi]

summer uncoils memories, a sleeping python and its gaping mouth hovering in the back of his mind.

it was hot back then, too, heat oozing off the concrete. white shirts sticking to their bodies, the deafening, mournful cry of the cicadas, hair that’s too damp and unruly to keep together. as his steps take him further into the mountain, these recollections cease to gnaw at him, the endless stream finally settling into something that he’s not quite sure can be called peaceful stillness or momentary subjugation: the knot in his stomach tells him it’s the latter.

suguru barely flinches when satoru’s shape comes to view, shadowed by the leaves moving like fish in the water. it only adds to the hermetic sensation that’s been following him since the first moment he sensed the familiar cursed energy roaming about. instinct is cyclical, a silent baring of teeth, ebbing away the closer his feet took him to where satoru stood unbothered.

bear it with dignity, right up until the reminiscence begins to touch the raw-edged remnants of feelings long expired. his voice is serene, divested of the practiced theatrics of a false deity, and perhaps the most sincere he’s ever been in the past months.

“ satoru! ” voice feather-like, it surprises him that every syllable tastes the same rolled around his tongue, easy as though time was nonexistent. each invisible stitch seeks to replicate the ease and form by which satoru knew him — his original imperfection, as suguru remembered it. it comes to naught. their features are sharper, their bodies taller, broader, and the scent of their cursed energy honed in a way that told suguru about the curses that lay crushed beneath satoru’s feet.

a sigh of relief, then, disguised by his relaxed posture. i suppose i don’t have to worry, we’re still on opposing sides. “ i’ll make a risky assumption and say that i’m not the target this time. what about the curse? have you squashed it yet?”

@infinitie

[badkpopimagines]

Imagine

You are walking to the grocery store to buy a cup of flour, and you see someone lurking behind a bush and they jump out. You notice they are wearing a pleather, studded, trench coat and a scarf and a hat, and they ask you “would you like to buy some of my wares” and you reply “no thank you, gotta go wrestle stuffed animals” and they’re like “are you sure you don’t want to buy them? they’re real neat”. They opens their coat to reveal small 1x1 inch paper cutouts of your bias on printer paper. Some of them are falling out of his coat like leaves, some crumpled. You’re like “These are some cool pictures, but also, I could just print these out at home so I will not be purchasing your good wares today”. They asks if you’re sure, you say yes, so they close their trench coat and proceeds to take off their hat and scarf, revealing that they are your ultimate bias. They run away sobbing

Like if you cry every time

[cursesavior]

— @infinitie / PLOTTED.

Suguru's not sure what to think right now, honestly, watching Satoru Gojo walk into his studio - his former classmate and famous pop star. Suguru was one of the few who could say he knew him before he was popular, though they were never close - their paths a bit too different to allow for that, despite attending the same music school. Indeed, it had seemed they'd gone in opposite directions once they graduated, Satoru breaking out into the pop scene as a massive hit, while Suguru played to a more underground audience, smaller but endlessly passionate. So when the man had texted him out of nowhere last week asking him if he'd teach him how to play rock music, he was more than a little taken aback. Why in the world would he seek him out for this job? Sure, Suguru was popular enough in his own scene, but there were certainly bigger stars out there, and it's not like Satoru was short on money... So why him? And why the sudden interest in an entirely different genre when he was already so successful in his own?

The questions floating around in his mind are seemingly infinite, but he's got to pull himself back to the present moment - he's got an old classmate to tutor, after all.

"Welcome in," Suguru greets with a polite smile as he enters, leaning against the wall and gesturing to the variety of instruments and the few couches and chairs around the room. "Make yourself comfortable." He's unsure of how to act, honestly - he's never really been in this position before, besides giving his underclassmen some pointers back in college... He'll just have to feel the situation out and make it up as he goes. Play it by ear, so to speak. He considers making small-talk, asking how he's been doing since college, but that's not why Satoru was here, is it? If he wanted to know that he would've just asked that - no, it's better to cut right to the chase.

"I was surprised when you reached out to me... You actually want to learn how to play rock music, huh?" He starts, tilting his head with an expression of vague amusement. "Well, like I told you over the phone, I'm no teacher, but I'll give it my best shot... But before we get started, I have to know why. It's one thing if you just want to learn the basics for some one-off collab or something, but if you're truly, genuinely interested in getting into rock, then... That changes what I'll need to teach you." After all, Suguru doesn't take music lightly - he puts his heart and soul into it. He needs to know if Satoru is going to put the same amount of effort forward and truly get into the spirit of it, or if he just... Wants his music to sound edgier or something.

[edensbite]

it sounds silly, almost to a point of being comically unbelievable, but it's rare that eden meets other vampires. vampires, as it turns out, are horribly territorial and do not play well with others. there are some few in the world who've bonded, exist in some fashion of found family that humans liked to brand as a coven, but that's never been eden's style, either. she's less the territorial type and more viciously unpredictable with an overbearing preference for being alone. other vampires still draw upon her curiosity, though; like now, with how her head tips to the side, the sharp-edged point of her perfectly manicured thumbnail pressing against the plump curve of her bottom lip as it stretches into a diminutively coy smile.

" we have rules here, " eden starts, though softly lingers on a pause, squinting as she struggles to remember the man's name. jojo? togo? gojo. " i may not be the governing body of the city, but i've been here for as long as the city has existed, and las vegas is my city. nothing goes without my knowing about it. is that clear? " she's not strict, she really truly isn't, always having been the sort of person who prioritized fun above all else, but it's a delicate balance, a precious little ecosystem nestled between mortals and all the big bad creatures that lurk in the dark. " now, since we've gotten that out of the way, come with me. you really need a stylist. "

@infinitie / starter call.