#infinitxes

[infinitxes]

空無邊處 － 識無邊處     ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣  ,   𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣...     𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯  【 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 】  𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴

infinitxes     //     indie gojo satoru     //     carrd

[zangyo]

arcane starters; accepting || @infinitxes​

“despite it all…i can tell you have a good heart.”  

      WATER WAS PLACED BESIDE the other’s bed, cool with slight condensation already collecting upon the smooth surface when he caught the tail end of Gojo’s words. It made him pause, fingers tightening their grip against the glass for a moment before it was released. ❝Stop,❞ he managed to say, tone curt and partially strained if one truly listened. A good heart… Nanami wasn’t sure he really had such a thing. The word ‘good’ felt off to him – felt wrong, even, when he was involved. ❝I don’t want to hear it.❞ He didn’t want to hear any of this. It only made his guilt grow that much more being told this of all things. He would have preferred if Gojo cursed his name. At least that would have been warranted. ❝I only helped you because even those who loathe your existence know your importance. The Jujutsu world is already thrown into a sense of chaos just over you missing.❞ 

     But it was good that they were considering all that was going on right now. In Gojo’s weakened state, Nanami worried – no, he knew that everyone would come looking for him with full intent to claim his head. Who wouldn’t want to be considered the one who slew the world’s strongest? Killing Gojo might as well be likened to killing a god to many, even if Nanami himself could never, and had never seen him as such. It was hard to when you had seen the other acting anything but ‘godly’ since you were a teen.

[victoryclaimed]

infinitxes liked ✧ for a teeny starter   !

                               “i tried to tell you but you wouldn't listen . . ."

[regensia]

@infinitxes​ / Satoru said . . .

“I must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me.” [spiderkuna!]

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

     “Well, you’re a fairly pathetic sight.”

     The tone suggested what he gave was a compliment, but reality dictated otherwise. For all that was once more inflicted upon the other, the sorcerer was surprisingly coherent, especially considering the amount of blood he had lost from various injuries. Some of that blood was collected into a cup, Sukuna sampling it not unlike he might one of the sakes he had come to enjoy. It had all started with a vague curiosity that of course he had to simply indulge, but as he sipped the coppery liquid, nothing felt particularly different. No, the blood wasn’t the key.

     Satoru’s limbs had been slashed by his technique, the cuts clean and missing major arteries in the least, but the damage was still substantial. He’d made sure to leave the grievous cuts in places that would be concealed by his kimono even should it slip when he walked or rolled up the billowy sleeves, suggesting he had zero intention of healing him. Of course, this was all down to his fickle nature, impulse having guided the decision to carry through on his curiosity, and similarly would likely play a factor in whether he left the sorcerer in such a terrible state.

     “However, you make a fine drink.” Low chuckle hummed from his lips as he lifted the cup as if to toast the other, taking another taste of the life-giving liquid for himself. It tasted better than when he had first physically sampled of the human – the fresher diet and fewer sweets was helping, no doubt, though of course there was the gamier element of a man who lived life upon the knife’s edge, constantly stressed and anxious. The taste of negativity. It improved the flavor.

     “So. One request of yours, I’ll hear it.”

[uzumcki]

@infinitxes​ replied:

gently spreads those toes

       “Satoru.” A warning. “I’m ticklish...”

[ardenssolis]

@infinitxes​ said (inbox):

gojocat loafs shamelessly on his face.

     OZYMANDIAS FELT AS IF he was suffocating. He had closed his eyes, rested a bit, and now it felt as if he could barely breathe and his face was abnormally WARM. His eyes opened, hands instinctively lifting to touch whatever it was that had decided to sit on his face when his fingers came in contact with a great deal of fur. An OCEAN of fur... Wait--what?! He lifted up the cat in question, sitting up as he did so and peered into the shaded gaze of a certain overly fluffy feline who seemed to have a penchant for lying on people's faces. Out of all the questions he could have asked, the one that came first was... ❝...Why does this cat have sunglasses?❞

[sociietiesarc]

@infinitxes said: "Why would somebody do this on purpose?"[satoru to nobara!]

“ gojo-sensei, people like you need to be humbled. ” it wasn’t really her job to do so, but seeing as how no one else was willing to say or do anything about it, she figured she’d bite the bullet and do it herself. and sure, she didn’t have to go as far as talking about his mysterious hairline and bigger than jupiter ego in one breath without the skip of a beat, she did it anyway. all without cracking a smile or even bothering to use a joking tone at that. reading it straight off of the blackboard may have been overkill, though. oops. “ you’re as obnoxious as itadori’s new bestie. ”

[thevcssel-a]

@infinitxes​ asked:                            [  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight  sparring!  from   ✎

By the time he was able to even place a hand on Gojo, Yuuji found himself on the floor again. His butt taking most of the fall, but pain shot up his tailbone. He groaned, starting to get frustrated.     ❝     How is this sparring if I’m the only one landing on the floor?     ❞     he complained, sitting on his knees to rub his lower back.