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2026/01/14
🌿🍒 for gojo from sukuna (threat) or shoko (she's not kissing him but he can have some sugar) (lollipops in her desk) @koseigu
send “🌿🍒” (or "mistletoe") for my muse's reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse ♡
𝑩𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, the warming of the hearth spirals into tendrils of orange, flames dancing. Laughter, the smell of spices, wine brewed to perfection, though he denies any cup that is poured the mere thought causing his head to spin. The festivities are small, modest, exchanges of candied fruit & herbal tinctures for longevity, gold adorned to his wrist like a sacrificial offering. Each step into the snow is a descent into the past, an era bygone where the previous heritor warmed their bones with the knowledge of plenty. To be kissed by the Heavens themselves was to never desire or want within this life, through the riches, they still basked in the wealth that was provided over the years. Plenty are invited to bask in the glory of a refuge once ostracized from the rest of the world, it is tradition, to give succor to those who seek them upon the summit. In his hand, the frost bitten permission is tossed to & fro. Elongated digits that clench into the shiny waxen flesh as he glances, familiar to new faces, partaking in the illusion all that surrounds them is gilded splendor.
The fire dances, roaring as it crackles & is continuously fed logs of wood, there is furs, monotone colors with careful stitching, ancient hymns sung together in an unison of good will. The saunter in his gait moves with a rhythm only likened to that of one who knew his station within the cosmos. High above, the last man standing, he can smell it - hellfire, ravenous & hungry. “No strays are permitted to gather” the annoying cadence of his voice, a lilt that dances in his mockery as he snickers, he never lets go of his prize, watching with curiosity. “Are you truly here for a portion of rice to start the New Year off? Don’t make me laugh” the billow of a wisteria colored scarf, white haori, his amusement echoes anyway, the towering God of the Infinite Skies who turns & then tosses the fruit towards the King of Curses. His gaze, it’s undone, untethered from the binds where kin always argues; those of lesser beings cannot be bothered to see the knowledge of eternity.
A hand that rests on the pillars carved eons ago, the effigies have yet to fade, some foretelling stories of other heritors, while others speak of bygone relics. His nose then scrunches, half amused, half disgusted. Tinsel, hanging between them eliciting a groan from spoiled lips. “You did this” an accusation that is baseless, Satoru doesn’t care, he needs to place the blame lest he scream. Two predatory creatures, milky gaze of blue, similar to a serpent’s that closes the gap space between them. Infinity should be in a whirl, the static that produces when anyone becomes too close, a shield where nothing can enter, not even the light. It’s gone with the flick of his wrist, the sharp aroma of cool winter mint, vaguely sweet sticky things, sugar he adores. “You get one wish that is granted for the evening, let it be known, I’m choosing it to be this kiss” and then he leans forward, chaste, slow, achingly tender for a skittish creature. As it appears romantic, he suddenly bites, brutal in a sharp pain before pulling back. Hands pressed on his lower stomach, roaring with laughter.
“Don’t get sentimental just because of the season, keep your guard up”
he's scooping up @koseigu and throwing her over his shoulder. get fireman-carried around campus, shosho.
@koseigu continued from [∞] even tho u didn't ask.
無量__Somewhere along the journey of rearranging his spinal column into shapes unknown to mortal man, the shades he had been wearing in lieu of a business-oriented blindfold had fallen nigh dramatically to the floor below, focusing a now overstimulated, wide starfield gaze her way. Eesh, what an expression. It was eerie as hell, she could at least have the decency to seem irritated, and not like some grave-ass dissection spirit. So cold, so cool! As always, it made him feel better about the rest of everything else he had come in here to sulk about in the first place. "You talk to your patients like that, or am I that special?" As most of his bicep was being utilized to keep the rest of a substantial weight in check, what should have been a dismissive wave of the hand was instead delivered as a long, drawn out, and cavernous sigh. Like he was the one being picked on. "If I did that, who would patch up my precious students? You want me to cry or something? Too bad, unfortunately for you, I've got perfect balance. ...and your chair is weirdly sturdy."
⚫〰️⚫ (miss koko)
clearly she's fine
shitty, shitty drawings. | ACCEPTING // @koseigu
continued from here.
her mother said she was too delicate for this job. utahime was a child of feeble heart. she never shed a tear when she fell down and skinned her knees yet she would cry when an animal was wounded or left to rot on the side of a street. she has experienced loss too. she grew up with the same people ieiri mourns and as much as she wasn't IMPERATIVE to their bond, they all still made significant stays in hers. iori does not yet know how to voice this. to plead a case to shoko that does not sound SELFISH and dismissive of the other's own tragedies. ❛ i meant what i said. ❜
❛ you . . . i don't think i can do this without you. ❜ stomach twists of something juvenile. soured insides. bitter tongue. utahime has better luck hiring mei than having a night in with her. gakuganji is old now. brittle from battles that were never to be won in his lifetime. kusakabe, the prime and true definition of coworker, could not measure up to the way she had felt for the others. for shoko. it felt unfair. disingenuous to say she would be okay without ieiri. that somehow three people on kyoto campus outweighed the people she had also grown alongside with.
@koseigu .
𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 the king of curses.
smash or pass
"......Ignoring all of history, potentially smash. Considering history, however.............."
@koseigu ( sukuna ) — small things!
❝ ah... you're going to have to try a little harder than that. i'm not so easily phased. ❞