#lureri

[kuraikyu]

@lureri : " somebody is salty they don't have a valentine ~"

'' Now, now ── can't be salty when you're hiding on purpose, ~ '' he chimes, wiping off oddments of dried blood from his chin and risorius. Then, with a flinch of his middle finger and a notch of accumulated cursed energy fires the soiled handkerchief right at Satoru's face; hoping it'll hit the target.

[ardenssolis]

@lureri said (inbox):

fingers tap against the marble tabletop as attention remains upon the Sun King in silence. so much on his mind , curiosity always present in his being like always. a hum escapes him before he corrects his posture to a more proper and upright one. it never hurts to ask – never hurts to know even if it’s something that may or may not disturb him or worst case the other doesn’t know how to answer it. life is a gamble and truly this was a moment of that. for once he doesn't shorten their name , and for once he remains respectful enough when it comes to him that is. ❛  Ozymandias , you think that there’s some heroic spirits out there that purposely make themselves unable to be summoned because they’re attached to a former magus ?   ❜

     GOJO WAS STARING. HE could feel their eyes on him even covered, and though he had not said anything about it as of yet, he was curious. Still, he wouldn’t be the one to break the relative quiet, thus he waited and waited, sitting patiently until the other’s lips finally parted and they spoke. It was what passed those lips that had his brows raising just slightly, head giving just a slight tilt to show his intrigue. What a question to ask… What had brought this up? Mere curiosity, he supposed, for there could be no other save for that. ❝Perhaps,❞ he finally spoke, his hand lifting to wave slightly. ❝They would have to be an immensely stubborn Spirit for that to happen, however. When we feel that pull upon being summoned, it is often hard to ignore. Words…cannot describe what it is like, but it is akin to opening one’s eyes after a long dream.❞ If he was asked to go into further detail, Ozymandias wouldn’t be able to. Some things couldn’t be easily explained away, and what took place upon their summoning definitely fell within the realms of that. He doubted any Heroic Spirit would be able to tell Gojo anything but the same vague answer that he had granted.

     ❝Is there a particular Spirit you desire to summon? Hmm…that would warrant you having to participate in fieldwork, though. Are you sure you want to take the center stage off of the young Master?❞ Those words were meant to be a faint tease, yet there was truth in them. Gojo was the kind of person who seemed content to watch others, and no doubt he had most definitely been watching that Master as they went about trying their best with the hand dealt to them. The other’s power, his abilities, were like Wodime in the fact that he was extremely gifted. So much so that even he, the King of Kings, looked upon him differently from the other staff members within this building. They were nowhere near his greatness, of course, yet they were still a dragon among men.

[parieha-aaa]

              ―                  ❝   will  ya  fuckin  ‘  be  careful  ?    dumbass  .   ❞         chuuya  didn’t  mean  to  sound  so  brash  ,  but  annoyance  took  hold  of  him  as  soon  as  contact  was  made  .  (    his  gravity  ability  came  in  handy  though  ,  as  he’d  left  his  wine  bottle  literally  hanging  in  the  air  where  he  could  grab  it  again  by  the  neck  and  put  it  back  in  his  arms  .    )       ❝   ya  break  my  fuckin  ‘  shit  ,  ya  buy  it  ,  jackass  .    now  get  yer  head  out  of  the  stratosphere  and  watch  it  .   ❞         (   he  bit  ,  a  hand  on  his  hip  as  it  juts  out  in  a  very  specific  stance  to  express  his  displeasure  .  why  did  this  guy  look  like  trouble  ?    chuuya  swears  he  can  smell  it  on  them  .  a  familiar  type  of  troublesome  .  )     /     @lureri​  

[parieha-aaa]

          ❝          .  .  .         those  fuckers  .   c’mon  ,  kiddo  ,  you’ll  be  alright  .  .  .  i  got  ya  .         ❞      the  redhead  was  sitting  down  on  the  floor  with  their  rescue  ,  brushing  white  strands  from  the  child’s  face  as  he  checked  them  over  for  wounds  and  punctures  ,  any  remaining  breaks  in  the  skin  that  were  more  than  superficial  at  worst  .  once  chuuya  had  checked  (  &  rechecked  like  a  worried  mother  )  ,  he  stood  up  to  take  their  victim  by  the  hand  and  pull  the  child  over  his  shoulders,  forcing  himself  to  lean  slightly  forward  and  find  a  balance  between  rocking  completely  forward  or  falling  backwards  .    (    he  tossed  their  doll  ,  a  god  awful  ugly  little  patchwork  doll  ,  to  their  partner  ,  so  he  could  focus  on  carrying  their  target  upstairs  back  to  the  entrance  .   )  that  way  ,  chuuya  didn’t  have  to  worry  about  suddenly  getting  possessed  by  their  ability  --  yumeno’s  was  a  real  piece  of  work  .          (    admittedly  ,  chuuya  paused  to  check  his  phone  .  he’d  sent  the  location  outside  of  yokohama’s  main  district  ,  in  the  sea  of  trees  where  the  country  began  to  reveal  itself  .  it  read  the  current  status  of  the  message  :    SEEN  AT  1:42  AM  .    what  the  fuck  were  they  doing  awake  at  that  kind  of  time  ?  ...  could  be  anything  .  for  chuuya  ,  he  was  smack  dab  in  the  middle  of  his  shift  with  the  port  mafia  &  today  was  that  special  occasion  where  it  took  him  outside  the  typical  borders  .  for  his  new  neutral  friend  ?  who  knew  .  probably  doing  something  stupid  .  or  being  annoying .  shopping  maybe  ?    what  a  pain  in  the  ass  .  )    clearing  vines  with  one  hand  and  a  knife  ,  chuuya  began  the  long  climb  up  the  stairs  with  dazai  ahead  of  him  ,  yapping  endlessly  about  something  or  other  ...   probably  insults  to  his  fucking  outfit  again  ,  as  chuuya  simply  focused  on  listening  to  their  surroundings  .  if  he  didn’t  refocus  ,  he  was  a  liable  to  kill  dazai  as  he  was  to  make  this  rescue  a  success  .   the  kid’s  breathing  ,  the  nature  outside  ,  the  wind  ,  the  trees    ...    nightlife  .  calm  as  ever  for  now  .  there  wasn’t  a  single  alarming  sound  ,  nothing  other  than  the  steps  the  two  were  taking  up  the  staircase  &   back  into  observable  view  .   if  that  unit  outside  was  still  active  ,  they’d  report  that  soukoku  had  finished  the  job  with  immaculate  results  .  yeah  ,  okay  ,  maybe  a  treaty  between  the  port  mafia  &  armed  detective  agency  was  the  only  thing  saving  dazai  from  his  wrath  right  now  .  this  was  it  though  ,  as  soon  as  this  mission  was  over  ,  he  was  going  to  find  the  opportunity  to  punt  dazai  off  a  fucking  cliff  somewhere  and  give  him  his  stupid  suicide  .  granted :  it’s  a  murder  -  suicide ...    but  suicide  all  the  same  .   one  more  word  about  his  choice  in  outfit  and  that’s  it  ,  he’s  kicking  dazai  at  the  fucking  moon  .  you  know  ?  he’d  rather  deal  with  mr  neutral  .  at  least  that  guy  had  fucking  taste  and  knew  when  to  shut  the  fuck  up  instead  of  merrily  digging  his  grave  without  a  single  warning  bell  in  earshot   --  which  is  exactly  what  chuuya  knew  he  was  doing  .    /    @lureri​   

[parieha-aaa]

              ❝      ─     are  you  .  .  .  okay  ,  gojo  -  sensei  ?    ❞       okkotsu  expels  a  breath  he  hadn’t  recognized  he’d  been  holding  up  until  then  .    (    why  was  interacting  with  the  higher  ups  so  draining  ?  even  his  fellow  seemed  out  of  sorts  ,  but  with  a  swallow  ,  yuta  wasn’t  even  sure  how  to  say  what  was  needing  to  be  said  .  was  it  as  simple  as  saying  he  was  sorry  ?  or  sorry  about  what  happened  ?  sorry  he  let  it  get  as  far  as  it  did  ?  pursing  his  lips  into  a  thin  line  ,  he  fails  to  say  anything  more  than  he  had  already  ,  dropping  his  head  .    how  did  he  even  begin  to  apologize  to  satoru  for  what  he’d  done  ?  his  best  friend  ,  once  upon  a  time  partners  ,  the  fact  he  may  have  killed  that  person  .  .  .    it  left  him  feeling  a  bit  sick  .  the  pleasure  that  the  higher  ups  expressed  at  the  death  of  suguru  geto  ,  their  comments  ,  yuta  wanted  to  say  something  .  .  .    but  between  them  and  gojo  ,  what  could  he  possibly  come  up  with  that   hadn’t  been  said  ?  how  awful  ,  how  terrible  .  and  it  was  all  because  of  him  and  rika  ,  wasn’t  it  ?   )     .  .  .  because  of  him  ,  always  because  of  him  . 

            not  that  yuta  would  blame  his  instructor  if  he  did  bite  back  ,  he’d  deserve  at  least  that  much  of  a  punishment  for  the  life  he’d  taken  with  no  right  to  do  so  in  the  first  place  .  still  ,  it  didn’t  mean  he  was  ready  for   the  certainly  coming  retribution  .  he’d  do  the  same  .    /    @lureri​  

[parieha-aaa]

II  manga  edits  with  CHUUYA  NAKAHARA  &  SATORU  GOJO  .  (  edits  w  @lureri  )

   ❝     with how many times I’ve heard you end a word with ass , I get the feeling you either wanna see mine or you’re usually like this.      ❞  

   ❝    hah?        i  love  ta  disappoint  ya,  &  ya  ain’t  my  type .    ❞  

[parieha-aaa]

lureri asked:  gaze uncovered when it comes to her , the gift one could offer is small ( if not cheesy to most really ) yet the thoughts if not the silent promise were loud enough. he’s not one for overly sentimental things that could be a means of ‘ being tied to another ‘ however when it came to her there were many exceptions to his usual means of ‘ personal rules. ‘ as he moves close to her hands long since grabbing a strand of her hair between long fingers. careful even as he leans close to her face a smirk paints upon his lips before he lightly nips her cheek while slipping a ring on er index finger. in silence and verbally he's long since declared that he wouldn’t leave her , would stay with her no matter what may happen. death or not his promise would remain intact no matter what he would ensure it. ❛ suppose this is where I say happy valentine’s and ask for you to be mine on this day. ❜ for miss makima

                  ❝    .  .  .     ?  oh  --    ❞                     typical  as  it  might  seem  ,  to  her  ,  it’s  like  being  on  the  receiving  end  of  the  world  .   truthfully  ,  the  redhead  barely  has  the  nerve  to  try  and  fight  for  what  she  knew  she’d  forgone  already  ,  since  they’d  met  .    (    the  image  she  had  of  herself  had  long  been  singular  ,  above  the  masses  ,  lonely  at  the  top  of  the  world  ,  in  a  prison  where  the  quiet  swore  her  safety  as  much  as  it  ensured  her  life  as  a  lonely  devil  .    in  every  way  but  physical  ,  makima  was  still  chained  by  the  neck  to  the  men  who  made  her  what  she  is  ,  and  she’d  retracted  &  hidden  her  fangs  .  her  fight  had  long  died  down  into  dangerous  malpractice ,  and  became  resigned  resentment  towards  mankind  as  a  whole  .    )    yet  it  was  here  ,  where  she  gathered  breath  that  was  more  than  stagnant  ,  renewed  with  a  promise  of  someone  unaffiliated  with  her  keepers  ,  where  even  just  a  taste  of  freedom  could  kill  her  .      (    it  wasn’t  normal  ,  to  feel  her  stomach  twist  at  the  uncovered  gaze  which  was  exclusive  to  her  eyes  only  at  times  like  these  .  it  wasn’t  normal  .  it  .  .  .    she  didn’t  get  feelings  like  that  anymore  .  it  had  been  beyond  a  millennia  since  .  .  .  )               the  nip  of  her  skin  was  enough  to  illicit  an  amused  noise  ,  knowing  that  she’d  do  the  very  same  thing  to  him  once  she  got  the  chance  .  with  that  smile  on  her  face  ,  she’d  surrendered  &  looked  down  at  her  hand  rather  than  catch  their  knowing  eyes  again  .  sly  ,  perhaps  ,  and  mayhaps  coy  ,  she  braves  another  glance  up  .       ❝    yours  ?  you  don’t  know  what  you’re  asking  ,  pup  .  .  .    ❞   makima’s  smile  remains  through  her  words  ,  as  does  the  glint  in  her  eyes  :  the  control  devil  inside  ,  looking  to  dominate  as  it  was  her  nature  .     ❝    let’s  do  this  instead  .  i’ll  be  yours  ,  certainly  ,  if  you’ll  agree  to  be  mine  .     ❞ 

[vartouhix]

@lureri

It was good to get out, from time to time. Swarms of people flowed around her like the currents of a river. There was an overall din of chatter and bright, poppy music, as well as employees calling politely to the crowds to come sample their wares. She walked aimlessly through it all with the students. (Well, with Megumi and Yuuji. Nobara had boisterously abandoned them in favor of going shopping on her own, with the promise to meet at the arcade by the station at 5pm.) Jangmi took the boys with her to the bookshop, letting them curiously browse while she picked up a few items, and to the flower store, where she asked for their opinions on the plants to help her figure out which she should get for her desk. For their entertainment, she took them to some men's clothing stores to check if there was anything they wanted, and to the arcade to let them play while they waited for Nobara. She stood at the large, open entrance to the arcade to feel the air conditioning on her back and people-watched for a while, before a small stand caught her attention. Jangmi hurried over to make one more purchase, adding a little pastel pink bag to the collection currently wrinkling the long bishop sleeves of her cream-colored blouse.

The trip back had them arriving at dusk, when the horizon became gilded and the sky above darkened slightly. She let the students run off in front of her to do whatever it is they pleased. Jangmi made her way to the teacher's office at a brisk pace, desperately wanting to put down her heavy bags of books, as well as the plants she'd gotten. When she finally entered, she stopped in her tracks, blinking at the presence of another before smiling slightly at her luck.

"Gojo-san, hello," she greeted cheerfully. Jangmi hurried over to her desk to set down her items, beginning to take them out of the bags. "The kids had a lot of fun today. You were right to suggest they go out; they needed the break, I think." She had several novels--from the covers and the titles, they seemed to be fantasy romance novels--and a few new journals with pretty floral prints on the outside. There were some cute sticker packs of Sanrio characters and Gudetama, as well as a few shiny new pens, also decorated with floral print. Once everything was stacked neatly, she arranged the new plants she'd bought until she had it what she considered 'just right.'

Then, she sauntered over to his side, the pink bag swinging from her hand. "I got you something, too~" she sing-songed, holding it out for him to take. "I hope you like it. I couldn't remember which were your favorites so I just got a little of everything," she admitted with a sheepish grin. "So, what did you end up doing today?"