#insurged

[lunarscaled-08152025]

STOP BOOPING ME WHEEZES

you fool. I'm only going to do it more now.

[fractempyreal]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐍 ,  𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 .        Whatever kind of life that once lived in it now having long vacated the vicinity .   The Devil hadn't thought to take up any kind of mission dealing with saving an entire CITY ,   yet here they were ,   doing just that .   A disdainful scowl ripples across stoic features as they ruminate on the thought ,   but quickly disappates as they approach the wrecked comms panel .   Gaze sweeps over the surface as they search for something ,   ANYTHING ,   that might allude to the cause of the outburst .   

𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁 ,        Vergil reaching out so as to knock it off towards the ground with a muted THUMP .   The blood has dried by this point ,   leaving the file warped but not unopenable .   There's a gentle rustle ,   before the pause in motion  &  a putrid scent that keen nose picks up   (  something ,   someone ,   is present nearby ,   &  they were not human  ) .   Head turns ,   &  pale gaze narrows towards the entrance as they see a form standing there .   Hand once at the opening of the folder ,   now slowly resting on hilt of weapon .   

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛    —   I believed this facility abandoned ,    ❜         𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 ,   𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 .       Moreso a WARNING than an unbridled threat .   Whether ally or foe was yet to be determined ,   &   The Devil was not the type to pretend amicability towards a stranger .        ❛    I suggest you continue on .    ❜ / @insurged

[breathofcosmos]

[ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room ( from knives for fenix <3 )

It feels like a challenge at times.

Eyes catch and hold, forgotten forest green and that chilling blue. A dare to look away and break first until something inevitably pulls one of their attentions. Childish sometimes, indecipherable others, and it didn't feel like she'd even been here that long.

In the grand scheme of two people who didn't seem to age, or barely did at all.

Hers breaks this round, called forward by somebody else calling her name another time. Muscles in her jaw tick once as she allows her arm to be taken, argentate stripes pulsing along the point of contact. No more stifling chemicals and makeup to hide them here, nor her innumerous qualities that makes her seem more inhuman with every lingering peek.

Studies aside; watching the white tails of a lab coat disappear; Fenix does not look back toward him yet, pressing her thumb over the little puncture instead, a faint rumble on her tone. "Can I help you? Or would you like a picture?"

[glutosus]

∗ 1oo﹕ sender has just died , receiver finds out . ( from gojo :) )

you     will     lose.

somber     atmosphere     hung     thick,     even     beyond     the     room     where     sorcerers     dwelled     ――     wide     eyed     gazed     glued     onto     television     that     displayed     fight.     THE     STRONGEST     OF     TODAY     /     THE     STRONGEST     OF     HISTORY.     a     one     sided     fight,     of     which     the     outcome     was     more     than     predictable     ...     so     why     ?     DAMN     SELFISH     SELFLESS     BASTARD.

dead     branches     dance     with     a     bitter     breeze,     a     chill     in     the     air     that     seems     all     too     fitting.     still,     despite     it     all,     a     single     leaf     clings     onto     bark;     desperate     not     to     float     away     &     be     forgotten     amongst     masses     of     the     dead     &     rotting.     SUCH     IS     LIFE     ――     one     sacrifice     for     the     better     of     many.     PATHETIC,     IDIOTIC.     teeth     clench     as     jaw     grinds,     pressure     of     nails     against     biceps     staining     fabric     red.     she     should     have     FLAYED     HIM     ALIVE,     she     should     have     DEVOURED     HIM     WHOLE     ...     she     should     have     told     him     the     truth.

come     back,     come     back     to     me.

rain     falls     in     the     form     of     frozen     flakes,     silence     befalling     air     momentarily     filled     with     cheer.     lidded     regard     watches     leaf     lose     its     hold,     floating     to     the     ground     where     it     came     to     rest.     GOJO     SATORU     HAS     WON     LOST.     hot     is     the     singular     tear     that     rolls     down     cheek,     leaving     a     scorching     trail     in     its     wake.     she     stands,     snow     slowly     but     surely     buryung     the     leaf,     soon     to     conceal     it     &     render     it     lost     to     the     world.     such     is     life     ――     temporary     &     meaningless.

foot     near     treads     on     leaf,     crunching     it     beneath     sole     ...     purposefully     stepping     around     it.     it     served     its     purpose,     a     beautiful     spring.     how     thankful     she     was     for     it,     even     if     fleeting.

rest     well,     satoru.

[wargod]

STARTER , @insurged 1/2 ✰ Garou

"I mean... You don't look great. But that's alright! Maybe people won't notice!" that relentless optimism was a plague. It held their tongue for the younger even though he was surely aware of the shameful state he stood in. So as long as he held himself tall and proud, he could make it work. Radiating confidence is key to trick others into a good impression, or intimidating impression. Dawa hummed to themself, patting the young man on the shoulder, having to extend their arm quite far to do so. "I would say don't move around too much or else the stitches will come undone, but~ That's a futile request isn't it?"

[shegore]

❛  . . . sit still ! ❜  he insists on fidgeting while she wraps gauze around his torso - so annoying, but what's the point of having a med school drop - out for a girlfriend other wise ? the moment @insurged walked through the door, she knew something was amiss - he's great at bearing the pain, but something was off. ( if you ask her how she knows , she'll brush it off , says it's nothing. )

❛ this is the third time this month - you're staying home tomorrow.❜ 

[ashdrawn]

*       𝑖  .      —      𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄        ›      eagerly accepting  .

@insurged​​  asked :   ❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face ( from cross )

          bloodied,  bruised,  battered.   beaten.   rachel rushes to his side,  just before his knees give up,  barely holding him up with her smaller frame   ——   she merely softens the landing   &   the pair of them fall to the ground with a heavy thud.   “sorry... - are you alright?”   a wince.   for indeed she intended to break his fall,  not fall with him.

          she was no experienced healer but she still regards him with visible concern.   a jittered once-over that’s cursory at best.   he manages something of a grin   ❪  all wearied and exhausted and weak  ❫   and it does little to reassure.   “why did you go and do such an idiotic thing?!”   her chastise lacked the bitter edge of anger   —   voice breaking,  wavering with pooling tears   —   because,  above all,  she is relieved he is alive.   “how can you throw away your life so recklessly?   to toss aside your life for mine like one of your cigarettes-”   lithe hands ball into fists,  curling   &   wrinkling the lapels of his shirt   ❪  the least of either of their concerns  ❫ .   despite her best attempts the tears fall anyways,  warm as it trails the curve of her cheek;   seemingly endless despite her rough wipes   &   so she resigns to hiding   ——   face buried close to his chest,  uncaring of the bloodied state of his coat but it’s hard to ignore when its scent clings to him   ❪  she almost misses the scent of cigarettes   &   alcohol  ...   almost  ❫ . 

          “your life,”   she began whilst enveloping both his hands into hers,  bringing it close to her chest,  grip tight as if she held his life in those very hands.   “— isn’t less than.   it breaks my heart to see you regard yourself so lowly when i would just as easily give my life if it meant saving yours.”   

          “...  so  promise me to never sacrifice yourself again.   if i’m to live then so will you,  okay?”   and she looks at him in earnest,  unwilling to let him off the hook until she has his promise.   his callused palm rose to brush away a stray lock of blonde,  thumb catching her tears.   he could easily lie,  speak of false reassurances,  alas his mien was reticent   ❪  a touch melancholic  ❫   as he meets her gaze   ——   perhaps he could never promise her such a thing but she’s determined to show him otherwise.