❛ the MEMORIES i chase after don’t leave places to hide ── don’t cry between crevices of dreams. exorcise the darkness, exorcise the darkness !! ´ˎ˗
꒰ 運命に敗した。 ꒱
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@toriyoka
❛ the MEMORIES i chase after don’t leave places to hide ── don’t cry between crevices of dreams. exorcise the darkness, exorcise the darkness !! ´ˎ˗
꒰ 運命に敗した。 ꒱
didnt you die
That was weeks ago dude. Things change
BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS
requested by my bestie
WORDS:
“ is that your blood? ”
“ woah— hold up you’re bleeding. ”
“ your bandages— you’re bleeding through them. ”
“ shit, i think i pulled my stitches. ”
“ i’ll make them bleed for this. ”
“ a little blood never never hurt anyone. ”
“ why the fuck is there blood on the carpet? ”
“ your nose is bleeding. ”
“ you can make me bleed all you want, i’ll never scream for you. ”
“ you don’t understand, i had to do it. i had to kill them. ”
“ stop fussing— this isn’t my blood. ”
“ i did what was necessary. ”
“ why are you bleeding? what happened? ”
“ who hurt you? why is there blood all over you? ”
“ i think you’ll look quite pretty when you bleed. ”
“ who did you kill? whose blood is that? ”
“ i’m not usually a sadistic sort of person, but i will take pleasure in spilling your blood. ”
“ i don’t actually enjoy killing. it’s messy. the blood gets everywhere. it’s just necessary sometimes. ”
“ it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way. blood on snow. the kind of thing you usually only see in stories. ”
“ i can’t get it off— i can still feel it on me! ”
“ just calm down. breathe. i’ll take care of this. ”
“ hold still— you’ve got blood on your face. ”
“ why is there blood on your knife? ”
“ oh, it’s just a little bit of blood. don’t nutsack out. ”
“ i’m going to drain every ounce of your blood. nice and slow. like you deserve. ”
“ i’ll kill anyone who ever makes you bleed again. ”
“ your/their blood is just too pretty to keep inside. ”
“ there’s something fascinating about blood. it’s captivating. ”
“ blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb. ”
“ you made me bleed on my shirt— i fucking loved this shirt! ”
“ leave me alone, it’s shark week and i got blood on my sheets. ”
“ should i be concerned about why there’s blood in the sink? ”
“ do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood? ”
ACTIONS:
[ ALONE ] for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood.
[ ARRIVE ] for receiver to show up on sender’s doorstep covered in blood.
[ CLEANSE ] for sender to find receiver trying to clean blood off themselves.
[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves.
[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves.
[ ERASE ] for receiver to help sender clean blood off themselves.
[ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone.
[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone.
[ HELP ] for sender to clean up the aftermath of receiver’s crime.
[ ACCEPT ] for receiver to clean up the aftermath of sender’s crime.
[ FOUND ] for sender to discover receiver covered in blood.
[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood.
[ ATTACK ] for sender to stab or shoot receiver.
[ WOUNDED ] for receiver to stab or shoot sender.
[ BROKE ] for sender to punch receiver hard enough their nose bleeds.
[ INJURE ] for receiver to punch sender hard enough their nose bleeds.
[ WITNESS ] for sender to see receiver get hurt enough to bleed.
[ WATCH ] for receiver to see sender get hurt enough to bleed.
[ RETALIATE ] for sender to make receiver’s attacker bleed.
[ DEFEND ] for receiver to make sender’s attacker bleed.
[ SURVIVE ] for sender to realize receiver is bleeding after getting through a fight.
[ FABRIC ] for receiver to realize sender is bleeding after getting through a fight.
yo !! anyone around? thinking of coming back to this account. maybe drop a 'lil ♡ if you're interested in interacting & i might shoot you a message? thank you! :D
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ乙骨 ➛ 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝓞𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮 ㅤ ” i want to have aㅤ* 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫ㅤwith someoneㅤㅤ && ㅤㅤ i want to beㅤ𝙽 𝙴 𝙴 𝙳 𝙴 𝙳ㅤby someone, jjk rp .
Kirby Yuuji? Kirby Yuuji. (PT. ½)
“ — WHOA!!!! ” he can’t believe his eyes. did that really just happen?! shōyō stands there, at the edge of the baseball field, mouth hanging open in shock. there’s a flush on his cheeks from awe, both intimidated but impressed at the speed and distance that the pink-haired boy had thrown the baseball. like a meteor! he thinks. not even someone like ushiwaka could hit something that hard! “ how’d you do that?! ” he exclaims, fingers still wrapped around the handlebars of his bike and effectively giving his impromptu ‘spying’ away. could you blame him for stopping to watch though?! that was seriously impressive! like, ridiculously, inhumanely so!!!!
@toriyoka liked (♥) for a starter!
a bead of sweat rolls down itadori’s cheekbone. he swipes at his face with his sleeve, heaving in a lungful of air. adjusting the cap on his head with his non-mitted hand, he turns, beaming from ear to ear.
❛ were ‘ya watching me? ❜ he grins at the redhead, laughing breathlessly. the muscles in his arm flex as he stretches out his joints —— first his shoulders, extending above his head, then his arms, hands outstretched towards the rich blue sky. ❛ it’s a SECRET! ❜ he surmises with a wink, the smile never leaving his face.
kagesujin:
unfazed by the mention of eccentric individual, primary response projects through a laconic nod. for not only classmate has nailed the reason, but what else is there to be expected from that teacher with LACK of tact? 〝 he took one of her skirts again, apparently. 〞
with explanation out of the way, and omitting major detail regarding his current reading title, noir lad will lower book, appandage then reaching wrapped onigiri that has been waiting over table to slowly slide it towards other. 〝 here… i saved it. 〞
the response emulates a fit of laughter from the vessel. ❛ i'd like to see that! ❜ he exclaims in recountenance of the last time the girl's uniforms were toyed with. ah, gojo-sensei, ever the same.
his laughter soon dies off, though, replaced with an expression of incertitude. ❛ for me? ❜ he inquires, pointing a finger at himself. once more, as if unsure, he presses: ❛ really? you saved one for ME? ❜
alone. i want to tell you about when i learned that word — really — with all of me. / private satoru gojō. decorated by cass / moss.
hi !! i just wanted to say that i’m very open to plotting ( hand me your angst i eat it up ) & i’d love to write with many more of you! thank you so much! ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉˣᶜᵘˢᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶦᶠ ᶦ ᵐᵉˢˢ ᵘᵖ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗᶦᵐᵉˢ, ᶦ'ᵐ ᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿᵉʷ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ʳᵖ...
regarding @kagesujin: ❝ god, your taste in music is terrible. ❞
❛ my taste in music is not that bad! what do you like to listen to, huh? d'ya like slow jazz, fushiguro? ❜ kicking his boots off, itadori reclines in his seat, crossing his feet upon the car's battered dashboard. the engine hums, gentle —— his fingers drum upon his seat handle, eyes stolen away from their alert disposition to stare, stupefied, at the sorcerer beside him.
save for the noise of the upbeat electro-pop exploding from the car's full-range speakers, the night is quiet. outside the vehicle, crickets chirp rambunctiously from the refuge of the countryside's bountiful tallgrass. stars blink in and out of existence upon the inky-black canvas of the night sky, illuminating the narrow pathway upon which the vehicle currently sits parked.
they'd been here for a hefty amount of time now, on watch for a particular someone. with no trace of their target, itadori had grown restless; determined to cut off those sneaking tendrils of boredom before they had a chance to consume him whole, he'd stuck a tape into the car's built-in cassette player and made it his mission to relax. that, of course, was cut short by his partner's quite hurtful accusation.
PROMPT STARTER: STAKE-OUT MISSION —— OPEN.
regarding @muriokusho: ❝ i brought snacks. ❞
itadori's stomach rumbled.
it had been a long three hours. the pair had holed up in the crevices of the run-down, battered building's decimated remains, knees embosomed tightly to their chests. there was barely enough space to breathe; dust particles filtered in through cracks in the demolished foundations of the building, clouds of dust stirring up with every miniscule movement and passing breeze. the air around them sat heavy —— suffocatingly thick, enough to make the vessel's head spin after having been inundated in such an atmosphere for so long.
again, his stomach grumbled with discontempt. he'd eaten prior to setting off —— of course he had ! but . . .
❛ did'ya really, sensei ? ❜ at the mention of snacks, his eyes light up. releasing his knees and hissing at the static ache in his joints, he scoots a centimeter closer towards the elder of the two. quietly, gingerly, he presses his palms onto the soiled asphalt floor, leaning forward. ❛ y'gonna share those? 'm STARVING! ❜
PROMPT STARTER: STAKE-OUT MISSION —— OPEN.
stake-out mission prompts.
basically i watched tfatws and now i'm. yeah. i'm here with a list of prompts you can use for threads including but not exclusively limited to, stake-out missions!! get your energy drinks and surprisingly deep conversations ready!
" did you bring snacks? "
" why would i bring snacks? "
" i brought snacks. "
" you're cold. here, take my jacket. it's a long night without going hypothermic and making it longer... "
" make sure your camera doesn't have the flash on. "
" any chatter on the radios? "
" here. i'll take the first shift. you get some sleep, i'll wake you. "
" if we're gonna be stuck in the car all night, might as well listen to some good music. "
" hey, hey... check it out. they're on the move. "
" should we follow them? "
" wait a minute. where did they go?! "
" what are they up to... "
" who said saving the world would be dull? sitting in a rental for twelve hours, watching people carry boxes... doesn't get better than this. "
" sorry, i fell asleep. what did i miss? "
" i know i'm late. figured i'd make us some coffee, keep us awake for the night. "
" this was a solid waste of time... "
" shit! we've been spotted! "
" mcdonalds is two minutes away. what could possibly happen here in four minutes that hasn't happened in the last six hours? "
" it's crazy. they don't even look dangerous from here... "
" god, bad guys are boring... "
" if we could just go inside for a closer look... "
" any sign of our guy/gal? "
" damn. we should've brought scrabble or jenga or something. "
" are you seriously on tinder right now? too busy swiping to keep an eye on the suspect... "
" talk to me. i'm falling asleep over here... "
" look. if we're gonna be partners, we might as well use this time to get to know each other. "
" hey. if you need to go for a walk, i'll stay here. the fresh air might wake you up a little. "
" pass me those binoculars a second... "
" we can't leave the car running. means we have no heating... take my jacket. come on, don't be stubborn, here. "
" shit, they're on their way over to us... "
" come on. they're gone now. we might as well get back home, get some sleep... "
" we're not even driving, i'm not keeping my seatbelt on! "
" god, your taste in music is terrible. "
" tell me something about yourself. if nothing else happens tonight, at least we can get to know each other a little better. "
regarding @asterisque's starter.
❛ what do you mean, ‘WHY JENNIFER LAWRENCE'’ ?? confusion sets across mercurial features. eyes squint, lips pursing in disbelief. ❛ have you seen her, kugisaki ? she’s, like . . . HOT ! ❜
a pause. cupping his chin in thought, eyebrows knit together; he’s recounting her work, summing up the greatest of the model in order to support his argument. ❛ she’s way talented, too —— haven’t you seen the house at the end of the street?? ❜
kagesujin·:
〝 lunch— and kugisaki’s tantrum. 〞 the gentle flip of a page follows verbal announcement, emerald attention focused on next paragraphs.
❛ tantrum? has gojo-sensei done somethin', huh? ❜ stuffing hands inside pockets, gentle shuffling leads the vessel to rest elbows - first upon backrest of the other's seat, attention promptly stolen away. ❛ what'c'ha readin'? ❜
bursts through the door, eyes alight. ❛ itadori yūji, checking in ! have i missed anything ?? ❜
❛ — the only thing that is FAIR about life is how UNFAIR is to E̲V̲E̲R̲Y̲O̲N̲E̲. / fushiguro megumi. jjk. ( © )