fellas is it gay to put in your will that you want to watch over your other half from a grave on a hill after you have died because you want to fulfill a promise to him that you don’t feel you have accomplished in life ?
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fellas is it gay to put in your will that you want to watch over your other half from a grave on a hill after you have died because you want to fulfill a promise to him that you don’t feel you have accomplished in life ?
❛ COULD YOU ( @whiterbone ) PUT ON YOUR WRIST - STRAP [ intonation elevates throughout a menacing glare darted at the shaman ] I don’t want to replace o͟n͟c͟e͟ ͟m͟o͟r͟e͟ another broken T̲V̲ ❜ implausible, a contrasting duo externalizing an YIN & YANG dynamism. if wasn't for his bantering, i͟m͟p͟l͟y͟i͟n͟g͟ ͟h͟e͟r͟ ͟d͟e͟f͟e͟a͟t͟, Utahime wouldn't engage in any pastime with Gojo.
“there’s a myth going around — hey, don’t give me that look, you’ll be interested in what i have to say!” there, he leans in real close, covering the side of his mouth as if he has a deep secret to share with no prying ears. his expression is uncharacteristically serious. a pause, then: “vegetables will be humanities downfall but devils keep eating them. hey power, can you believe that?!”
she looks around shiftily at first--worried someone might overhear the sacred information gojo has to say. convinced it's life changing information, she couldn't risk it falling into the wrong person's hands. the possible outcomes appeared in her head (destruction, chaos, ruin!). no, she had to take this seriously. power alone held the world in the balance of her hands in this moment. “ WHAT?! i knew it! i knew there was something wrong with them. evil, really! ”
evil! though so was she in a way. but that thought barely mattered right now, her own feelings being of more importance. a pout fell on her face. “ and no one believed me. ”
15 . a kiss that comes out of nowhere . heheh
he is fatigued, brought to his knees and chest skinned to show a broken heart seething. he wants to die , TO FIND HIM AGAIN so that he can remember what it was like to breathe and so he cuts his fingers down to the bones and leaves the blood for mercy to remember him by. he goes inside and he starts to undress . glasses taken off and so is the glamour , he is a man now nothing more and nothing less. then goes the shirt and it is then he feels the hands around his waist and a small kiss against his neck. it’s SWEET BUT VENOMOUS , delicate but a blade as well. he wants to hide from it all but it holds him. half a quip on the other’s side , half demanded from his own . he wants to throw gojo to the floor to make him see the way his insides still burn at yu’s passing , how they want his throat for never looking after either of them . and how no matter how much time goes by there is still A NASTY PART OF HIM THAT STILL WANTS GOJO. and so he goes to turn the kiss to the lips , its a hungry thing and it wants to command and so he pushes the other against a wall , all the space between them eaten down to burned faces.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❛ * is this funny to you gojo ?? like the world do i seem weak to you , not worth a call until it suits your whims and not worth a remembrance because i failed you then . so you want to keep me like a dog raging and roaring , rabid and unwanted . i won’t be him for you - i will not be geto since i was close to him. i am myself and you should take that or just go . ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ he throws a fist at the side of gojo , wanting to hit and wanting to rip into for everything but HE KNOWS HE IS NOTHING IN FRONT OF HIM . and so he just wavers there face contorted and body falling at his feet.
☗ — nanami to gojo ◟. fools who don’t see that they are all thats left 『 @whiterbone 』
sentence starters. / @whiterbone
❝ i know . ❞
if there was any guarantee in their existence, it was gojou satoru. it was him and his form.
at the very end, he would stand there, open arms and eyes -- bellowing out, as he always did. that was the assurance that uzumiya hibiki always held, from childhood to adulthood. ( from the moment they clutched onto dragonfly painted fabric, from between their bloodstained fingertips - from that moment, they always knew. ) it’s a certainty, something so childish ; but they speak it without regard to reality. that even if he did not grow old, maybe one day he would -- but even then, he would always be there. one large tuft of white hair, poking out from a crowd, with eyes wider than the expanding horizon.
❝ it will be cold, satoru . ❞ brisk. not anything that he should worry about. ❝ take this . ❞ it’s a quiet movement, as many of their actions were, but it guides the orange fabric from their shoulders off onto his own. residual warmth ; where the visage struggles to display in turn. ❝ i ask that you return it, unlike the other item of clothing i had last given to you . ❞ ties were easy to replace. that specific haori ... was special, in a bizarre way, for even they did not truly realize the true spectrum of its value. but they know it does not fool him. the reason for asking for it to be given back - it always was the same.
❝ even if it does suit you --- ❞ ❝ i’d much rather have you both return . ❞
@whiterbone : now, if no one’s got karin i know gojo ain’t got her
"a popular man arouses the jealousy of the powerful." nanami ......... so self aborsbed u_u
he turns quickly away from the FOOL , disenchanted by the blue-eyed heathen. he finds the fundamental error of their perceived friendship to be that the world required gojo to be a god and him a pawn. and thus he turns frigid , withdrawing and looking for something to give the otherinstead of himself . he is asking for peace a known PIPE DREAM in face of their work and living standards and so he does not go too close , let mister popular live in his bubble . let him be a something when he himself would always be a nothing.
❛ *. good or you gojo , glad to hear it is all so good for you. @whiterbone ❜ he acts nonchalant , as though he could not careless when truth be told that at night he always prays to those eyes. holding the idea of a them before ANYTHING ELSE. but the world would tear them to bits if he ever did say anything.
disbelief tugs at the corners of his mouth, whenever a certain friend of his became involved things only seemed to complicate. for someone who was more than content to stay isolated and confined until the time came for his own expiration. albeit, it would appear mi kyong's own input fell into the abyss, the man that mirrored him would merely do the opposite with a smug grin and smile that even made devils shiver. what a terrifying ally you've made. ❛ what has you so excited anyhow gojo , though , that always spells trouble. ❜ tonally lacking any sort of enthuasism , even mi kyong did hold the same caliber to match gojo's own energy ( perhaps due to being locked up for so long ) but isn't that just a fancy way of saying anti-social?
— @whiterbone