#parieha

[frostbounddevotion]

Uraume and Sukuna Origin AU

@parieha Starter for Sukuna

      A popular miseya, Gekkatei, was located by a travelers stop. Foreigners, aristocrats, poets, and scholars were common folk among its patrons. Many raved about its food, as it was well spiced, fresh, and harbored a taste no other miseya could replicate. Secrets to the technique remained a secret with its owner, who happened to double as Gekkatei’s head chef. 

       Focused servers and cooks work diligently to keep their valued guests comfortable and satiated. Gekkatai was crowded, moderately loud, and lively in the late afternoon. Chit chatter became a symphony of overlapping conversations,and entertainers played their music, furthering the social ambience. 

       Beyond the bar in the back, a unique individual was giving orders to their subordinates. Their snowy bob elegantly swayed with every movement, and their simple unextraordinary yukata fell elegantly on their frame.

      Hot pink eyes scan for all incoming guests walks 

A new guest approaches the bar. The curse energy was overwhelming, pushing away the presence of all the other guests. The pressure pushed against the owner. Despite the guest’s intimidating presence, delicate lips pull to a smile.

          “Welcome to Gekkatei. Take a seat and let us entertain you. One of my attendants will serve you promptly.”

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continued for @parieha

It was their first year as classmates, their first semestre even, and very slowly Suguru could feel his relationship with Satoru strengthening into a proper bond. At first he hadn't been too keen on him, honestly, but the more time they spent together and the more he picked up on his antics, it became evident to him that he wasn't as bad as he seemed. 

And it was the same for him, really. It seemed to him like the taller boy was slowly realising that he wasn't a goody-two-shoes like he tried to present, despite his earnest diligence as an exemplary student.

So what if he had taken a peek at Gojo Satoru's profile ? Yaga-sensei should be more careful not to leave those kinds of documents on top of his desk if he didn't want prying eyes snooping around. Suguru liked knowing things, and it wasn't his fault this information had been almost laid out for him to look at. 

« I had a feeling you wouldn't let me live this one down if I missed it, » he said easily and with a light shrug of his shoulders. « Whatever kind of food, whenever you're feeling like it. Just for today, of course. » Poor Suguru, so unaware of what the future held for his wallet.

[shiiikigami]

@parieha !

the little boy was exhausted. beaten down. he didn't know how long he'd been in this room, his hands bound by thick rope, a bit in his mouth that was hand painted with seals. cursed seal papers plastered to his markings and tied along the muzzle straps for good measure, as if they'd been frightened of any errant syllables he might have spoken.

they told him that he deserved this. that he'd killed the little boy he'd been playing games with. he hadn't meant it... he was barely eight years old, how could he have meant it? he'd run out of tears to cry, uncertain as to what they wanted to do with him - though he had an awful feeling he might never leave this room, or .... he didn't want to think about the other thing.

his shoulders were starting to ache terribly, and he couldn't even find a way to sit back. he was trying his hardest to squirm a little, to get some feeling back into his wrists when he heard a commotion outside, unfamiliar sounds nearby. he grew very still, hunching back from the door as if fearful that they were coming to make his already awful situation much worse.

[komvrebi]

most people would look at the day they had just spent at the beach, at the aquarium, and think they had a lovely vacation. and while it was true, this mission was unlike any other, it was still a mission. it still required work. and truly, getou was tired.

and he knew, for as tired as he was, gojo was all the more tired. satoru hadn't slept once since they'd picked up this mission, and he was running infinity almost constantly. suguru tried to approach him about it, but he simply wasn't having it.

he had to find some way to get through to him, to get him to relax, even if for only a moment. but he just wasn't sure what approach would work best.

suguru grabbed some snacks and headed back to their hotel room, quietly opening the door so he wouldn't awake riko or kuroi. he sat down on the bed next to gojo and gave him a small smile, pushing snacks into his hands. "are you sure you don't want to sleep for a little while? i'll stay awake. i promise."

@parieha

[earthssprout]

🌼🐌 @parieha liked for something small ! // ( tiny starter call // no longer accepting ! )

" MMM … MISTER HAS LO … LUH … HAS LOTS N' LOTS OF SNOW, " Since it was a rather funny thought—especially when said aloud—little Ari couldn't help but laugh. It was a genuine sort of laugh, one that comes up from the belly and right out the mouth, and showed just how thoroughly entertained the child was by something so simple. 

As Ari was kept stable by Gojo's secure hold, her little hands gently played with his hair, eventually causing a few white clumps to stick up here and there. 

" is mmm … is mister's name fro … Frosty, please? "

[withsorrowandregret-archive]

@parieha​

𝐀 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒  .    a smile  ,    void of any human qualities  ;    no substance  ,    a blank sheet of paper  alike a newborn yet to be nurtured in the unspoken rules of society  .    light as a feather  ,    a direct portrayal of the concept artificiality    ━━          his face fails to give an impression of belonging to a living human being  .    long  ,    slender limbs were draped over the couch  ,    lazily  ,     lack of intention to move a single inch oozing from his every fibre  .    amber hues settled upon the fiery ginger  ,    the noise radiating from the small silhouette a pollution to the peaceful twilight of self - decepriative thoughts    &.    actions  .    a dramatic  ,    non - committal gesture was made to dismiss the ginger and be freed of both mori’s unbidden requests    &.    the existence dazai loathed so much  .   ❝     chuuya  ~    i am skipping today’s mission   .    be a good dog and do it on your own  ,    will you  ?    ❞   

[turem]

        and maybe the vampire inside of you is stirring under the surface of your soul. begging you to give into instincts to go absolutely ape shit every single instance of annoyance. but you have long since learned to resist such things thank you very much. so you stand stock still hoping that they tigress does not notice you staring at her and failing miserably all around. / @parieha​ for miss byakko 

[groovepawn]

Listen, Shiki wasn't a straight-A student. Or even a straight-B student. Actually, she could hardly keep up the standard classes she'd managed to fumble her way into this year, but when she came across the flier that said "free cupcakes" you better believe she was all into literature. The girl passing them out had been so kind as well, so she figured it had to be worth a shot.

Pushing past the sliding classroom door, she's met with the enrapturing emerald stare of a beautiful girl. She's so ethereal, Shiki can't help but feel nervous under such a confident stare. "Uhm, excuse me" she raises her beloved plush, hiding her face timidly. "Is this... the Literature Club?" | @parieha​