#withguilt

[stringswoven]

There's a stirring feeling within her chest that drops to a twist down in the pit of Mitsuri's stomach. Anxious restlessness pushes her to smile wider, brighter, bouncing around everywhere knowing everyone else must be feeling the same. Time is limited, the final battle approaches, and all slayers are doing their best to push their limits, to find ways to activate their individual marks... and Mitsuri feels guilty being unable to share exactly the best way to achieve it. She's described it only the way she knows how, with a boom! fwoosh!, a feeling of adrenaline bursting through her body like starfire.

... if only Mitsuri could put it into exact words rather than feeling.

Moonlight illuminates pink hues, jade orbs luminous as she contentedly munches on mochi she's earned as a late night snack, unable to sleep like the rest of the Hashira, surely, each one awaiting the long night sure to dawn on the next sunset. There's a sort of loneliness that haunts her, melancholy as she nibbles on the fluffy texture of her treat, forlorn. Everything rides on this battle. On her abilities, on her strength and power. But can she do it? What if she freezes, like she's done countless times facing off against other demons in a panic? If only she were nimble and quick like Shinobu, tough and strong like Gyomei, silent and stealthy like Obanai. Alone... what can she really do? If she'd faced off against Upper Moon Four alone... she would've —

❛ You’re not alone anymore, okay? ❜

A yelp and Mitsuri whirls around to find Obanai standing there beside her, bearing witness to tears that have started to make her eyes sparkle with self-doubt and insecurity. ❝ I-Iguro! You startled me! ❞ H-how did he know?! But... his words, how those beautiful heterochromia shades of teal and gold pierce her soul and easily inspire hope. They bring a radiant grin to Mitsuri's lips. Genuine and from the bottom of her heart. ❝ You're right... you're right! ❞ She gazes up at the moon, it's full face peering down and keeping the already ignited warmth aglow within her chest. All because of him. ❝ I'm not alone. Not anymore. If I have you... and the others... there's nothing I can't do! ❞ Inspired, worries cast away like clouds clearing in the starry sky, she eagerly offers Obanai a mochi from the ridiculously tall pile of pink and green she made herself. ❝ Won't you share one with me? ❞ She can't spend her time worrying... not when she has moments like these to cherish. With Obanai by her side.

“you’re not alone anymore, okay?” from @withguilt ; for Mitsuri/Obanai

[desafia]

@withguilt glenn sent: [ CAPTIVE ] our muses stuck inside due to a storm so they fuck instead

the sound of rain pelting down upon the roof echoes gently through the near-empty structure. she cannot tell what it used to be. the sign out front was sun-bleached beyond recognition. the interior is empty save for an old plywood desk which bows in the middle and an old office chair which was chewed up by animals that must have vacated years ago. the only two beings alive in this place are them. and she feels so very alive. she straddles him, hand trailing up and down his abdomen and chest with a tiny smile. her other hand is between them, rubbing at the shape of his hardening cock over his jeans.

leaning forward, she lightly presses her lips to glenn's. she kisses him gently, carefully. before she withdraws, however, she sinks her teeth into his bottom lip. it's just enough to make it turn a little more pink, to make it swell just a bit. she pulls back to grin at him and moves both hands to his belt. she unbuckles it slowly. she presses another kiss to his mouth and lingers there as she unfastens his pants. as soon as she has him free, she begins to stroke him languidly. magnolia seeks out his gaze, hunger in her own eyes and perhaps a challenge. she wants to know how much he wants it.

[stringswoven]

The final rounds have the players in a frenzy, desperate to spare themselves from becoming one of the eliminated that lay carelessly scattered along the ground, slippery from blood coating the floor and rotating platform. It grinds to a halt just as the eerie childhood song fades to an end... and the lights abruptly dim to disorienting technicolor.

Separated.

It’d happened so fast. In a breath it's every player for themselves. Alliances are broken, players shoved out of the way, bodies climb over and pull at each other to get into a room. Jun-hee feels herself get pushed forward with the masses, tunnel vision threatening to set in as she locks onto an empty room - seemingly, but she'll take her chances. Running with hand protectively on her stomach, Jun-hee bursts into the room, relieved to see it's unoccupied. She's safe. ... but she can't help but think of her team. Gi-hun, Hyun-ju, Geum-ja, Dae-ho, Young-il... are they okay? Are they all safe? Risking poking her head out, Jun-hee's immediately forced to back up into the room, Thanos rushing in and slamming the door shut behind him. He breathes out in maniacal laughter, dancing for joy to a rhythm there's no music for... and then seems to abruptly realize something when he turns and recognizes her.

❛ MIN-SU! ❜ A panicked yell and he's grabbing at the peephole to stare through it just when gunfire rings out and there's an eerie silence. Round over. ❛ I blame you for this. ❜ He's insane. But oh how Jun-hee's tired of men not taking the blame, refusing to own up to their responsibility. With it comes a scoff, and Jun-hee’s head tilts up so she’s looking him square in the eye, doe-shaped eyes hardening. ❝ Blame me for what? For your stupid decisions that might've gotten your friend killed? Will you be blaming everyone else with your last breath? ❞

“I blame you for this.” from @withguilt ; for Jun-hee/Thanos

[qverdia]

@withguilt ( finnick ! ) sent , ❛ we have to go before they kill us. they will kill us. ❜

abilene could feel the jagged points of the black porous rocks that made up the ground press indentations into her skin through her wet suit as she was slammed against the ground . abilene couldn't swim well , though with the help of the odd belts all the tributes wore she was able to make it to the rocks with a few of the final wave of tributes . the other tribute on her wedge swam better than she did and had her pinned against the rocky pathway leading from the cornucopia to the jungle .

the back of her head hit the rocks again and the world was spinning . she kicked the tribute as hard as she could and felt him finally release her , though when she opened her eyes she saw the true reason why . an arrow lodged in his throat , the water turning red . abilene's head was pounding when she looked up to a hand outstretched to her .

we have to go before they kill us . they will kill us . abilene hesitated for a moment , green eyes flicking between the outstretched hand and the group of careers who were working to take control of the cornucopia . they will kill us , abilene thought again and took the hand .

she allowed finnick to pull her up to the rocks as the world shifted again . her head was pounding , and she couldn't tell if the warm trickle of liquid down the back of her neck was from sweat or some sort of wound from where her head had connected with the rock . the group of five ran through the jungle for what felt like ages , mags on finnick's back , until after peeta had nearly died from some sort of force field that the group finally set up camp .

abilene's eyes followed finnick while she tried to think of anything to say . the world had stopped spinning for the moment but it took her words a few seconds longer to reach her mouth than she was used to . she watched mags begin to weave mats from tall reeds they had found , finnick beside her , and itching for something to do abilene's hands were clumsily attempting to follow their lead .

❛ thank you , ❜ she finally said , clearing her throat when her voice was hoarse from their lack of water in the heat of the arena . ❛ i've always been afraid of drowning . not sure how you're gonna collect , but i owe you one . ❜ she had meant it to be a joke , but the statement and her following chuckle came out humorless . she cleared her throat and looked towards the reeds in her own hands . ❛ i can take first watch . . . if you want ? ❜

[multianime]

@withguilt sent in:

 i hate you. / kyo @ yuki

It wasn't like this was a surprise to Yuki. He always knew how Kyo felt about him. But the other continuing to say it didn't make it any better. I just caused Yuki to roll his eyes at this point. It's not like he needed to be reminded all the time of how much Kyo didn't like him. Even he didn't have any heart burn over Kyo, not really anyway. He only pretended like he was hating on the other since the cat always insisted that he hates him.

"I know, you tell me all the time." Yuki glances at him rolling his eyes again. It's not like they had to be in the same room of the house, but here they were. "You could go somewhere else you know?" Yuki tells him. He was waiting on Kakeru to get here anyway. And he didn't really want to be bothered by Kyo the whole time.

[multianime]

@withguilt sent in:

you have a beautiful mind and a wonderful soul,  don’t ever let anyone make you think differently. / my tanjiro @ your nezuko.

The thing of it was, he was her brother so of course he'd say something like that to her. But in the moment she didn't really care all that much since it did make her feel better. There were still people that were weary about her. And while she understood why, it still hurt whenever they wouldn't accept her. It often made her feel sad sometimes as well. Even some of the hashira's were still having a hard time trusting her.

Nezuko looked at him and she gives him a small smile. "But you have to say that." She was getting better now at talking in full sentences. But it was still only short ones. It was nice that she could communicate more with her brother now though. It was like of course her brother would be the one to adore her. Not that she really minded though.

[multianime]

@withguilt sent in:

i did everything i could to find you. / dabi @ hawks

The war was finally over. And he thought that he had lost the other. So, now that he was here Keigo was feeling relieved. Glad that the other was okay. His eyes softened when he saw him. Smiling fondly at the other. Before hurrying over to him and giving him a punch on the shoulder. He had a reason that he did that. "That was for scaring me." Keigo thought the other wasn't okay. And he hadn't had time to soak it all in yet.

Eventually he wraps his arms around Toya. Letting himself bury his face into the other's chest. He just stands there like that for a moment before looking up at him. "This is for, coming to find me after. I'm really happy you're okay." Keigo had been worried. And when he hadn't even felt his phone buzz for a text from Toya it made him more worried.

[multianime]

@withguilt sent in:

you belong to me.  / toga @ izuku

If anyone would've asked Izuku about this ages ago, he would've laughed. Telling them that he'd never let himself be involved with someone like Toga. But over time there was something that had changed his mind. He saw a different side to Toga. Not one that he felt like he needed to fix, but one he wanted to get to know. Now? He'd no longer laugh, instead he'd defend the girl with his own life. And any time that the two of them got to hang out together? He cherished.

His heart swelled in that moment. Hearing the girl tell him that. It made his cheeks turn a light shade of pink as he chuckles a little. "Of course, I know that." Izuku walks over to Toga smiling at her. Wrapping his arms around her as he pulls her in close. "Did I give you a reason why I wouldn't think that way about us?"