had he possessed a heart, ulquiorra would resent him. perhaps even hate him, feel anything akin to the negative emotions that always drove human souls astray and kept them prisoner in this barren land. what he can sense instead is distaste, that alone was too much power over him. drawing his sword isn’t necessary, spiritual pressure being enough to crush the fingers clasping his wrist until it’s freed out of the grip. warmth veils him, unfamiliar, foreign.
‘ that you suggest blind obedience as a discipline case yourself is beyond my understanding. wonder all you want. power is the only rule that matters in hueco mundo. or have you forgotten the meaning behind those numbers engraved into our bodies? shall i remind you? ’
teeth and claws of nameless hollows surrender like this, that’s what his eyes have seen time and time again before his recruitment and arrival to the palace. this ploy, however, garners more than merely a display of intangible energy. ulquiorra steps forward, until the released energy slithers and devours grimmjow whole: he aims for the knees, the shoulders, any part of his body that can bend in a way that will break not the bones but his pride, so painstakingly secured. he awaits for groans, sharp threats, baseless confidence; in a way he’s developed a hunger of his own, too.
‘ this is how it should be — obedience goes in tandem with submission. you who stands two steps below on the ladder speak too loudly for what you're worth. ’ it occurs to him, belatedly, that perhaps this is what he wanted. rebellion craves violence, and violence’s nature is to be subdued, by any force or means necessary. his right hand finds its way back to grimmjow’s exposed torso, steadies the body about to rise on its own and pushes him down to his knees, fingertips sharp and whetted appetite. if he had a heart. though the absence is ever-present in his chest, what he does have is a stomach, an ego, the self. his foot manages to kick one of grimmjow’s legs to the side and spreads just enough of his limbs to dig a heel unnervingly deep and firm to grimmjow’s groin, drawing something just short of a gasp out of the beast.
grimmjow could probably get off like this - no, he definitely could, and the thought itself is horrifically unsatisfying enough to make him ponder the attention, reminding him where the limits lay. in the midst of all their bloodshed, he finds that he wants it. wants it just as much as he despises it.
‘ stop squirming. stay still or fight it, it’s all the the same to me. fact remains that you’ll have to submit to one thing or the other. which will it be, grimmjow? ’
con't - @einshi
DEFEAT BURNS THROUGH HIM LIKE RANCID WINE - heady on his tongue and thick in the sands that adorn hueco mundo's never ending drifts. for a creature that coveted carnage and battle, the 6th was dissonant - ripe with his rage and wearing it the same way he always did : like armor. loss wasn't something grimmjow suffered - loss wasn't something he took lightly, and while the curl of mottled flesh across his 'skin' would be an ever present reminder of a near deathblow at the hands of that self-righteous idiot, what stung the most was ulquiorra's patient, verdant gaze - and the caress of claws across his nearly bare chest.
the feral part of his brain screamed 'danger! danger! danger!' before souring once again. ulquiorra, of course, did not think like grimmjow did - did not think that the taking of a fellow espada's life would mean a notch in the belt of power. he didn't have anything to prove because grimmjow wasn't a threat. as dark claws skim over the area, he bares his teeth - a sharp match the mask at the side of his face - and snarls.
but it's halfhearted. if he truly wanted the bastard gone, he had his ways.
❝ 'm not ashamed that i have it. ❞ he drawls, aggravation quieting for a moment, ❝ do i have to explain why to you or do you think that rational little skull of yours can churn it out, cuatro? ❞ perhaps were he to utilize his resurrección, that nuisance of a tail would've been flicking back and forth in thought. instead, his fellow espada is only granted grimmjow's stare - catlike and curious, the deep turquoise of his eyes almost glowing in the perpetual dim. frankly - he hopes he doesn't have to explain, because having philosophical discussions with anyone, let alone ulquiorra, sounds about as appealing as wiping aizen's ass - perhaps even less so.
nostrils flare, looking away from the other to instead track caressing fingertips. it's not... unpleasant. and despite the bastard's frigid existence, his touch is... warm, leaving behind tendrils of heat as he palms and skates lethal digits over grimmjow's hide. as the action persists - the espada finds himself easing just slightly, and though he never quite relaxes, long lashes bat over his cheek, the tension in his jaw easing, and he shifts his chest forward, just a slight inch, the same moment hands drop away.
grimmjow is quick - lightning fast - his own dark claws curling about a strong but delicate wrist, sharp canines bared again in a savage smirk as he grips tight, ❝ yeah yeah, of course. 'aizen's orders.' ❞ honorific ignored, and it's a distinctly good impression, actually. ❝ ulquiorra. ❞ there's his drawl again, low and lazy and lit back with a cat's growl, ❝ are ya capable of independent thinking, or you prefer blind obedience? ❞ hand discarded then - tossed to the side as he leans downwards, spirit pressure swelling with challenge. ❝ just wonderin'. ❞
Who doesn’t need another chaos hot boy on their roster? I think you’d write a fun Nagumo.
Based off my blog, what other characters could you see me Roleplay as?
The people's princess omg 😭🫶 yessss actually I've considered writing him but I'd need to re read sakamoto days first so I can remember his speech manner... My tunnel vision made me absorb osaragi, gaku and takamura only
🐝 * ― 𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. ( some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action. )
[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body
Ulquiorra’s jjk verse could be that he's a special grade curse born from the feelings of emptiness and void. souls of people who have been consumed by the void are the primary source of his energy. I'm assuming all the espada are special grade curses just like how they are the highest rank in their own verse. Anyways, will also be assuming that in this verse Aizen is still a drop out and recruits him along the other curses. this is not the main verse but a war that took place decades or hundreds of years before the main events, so somewhere between heian and modern day. His state in present jjk-verse is a dormant curse that has been affixed to a sword, just like his other 9 "comrades" and are kept in the hidden inventory at hq.
phew... almost done setting up this blog. just need to tweak a few things here 'nd there.
small musing but the way i write kogami he doesn't feel anything remotely romantic for akane, he simply respects her and the bond shared with her is that of a person who aside from makishima has managed to take a dive into his mind and figure out the inner machinations, though her approach is less damaging and there's mutual respect where with makishima there was violent impulses. anyway, kogami doesn't really have a preference and doesn't really think about romance in general, there's a lot going on in his head for it to be at the front of his mind.
This isn’t how you’re going to die! I won’t let you!
I’m so glad you’re okay, Ogata! I’m gonna fucking kill you!
→ Sugimoto and Ogata in Golden Kamuy chapters 188 and 309, written by Satoru Noda.
❛ oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. ❜ 🎩 🤨
@limel1ghts
with no shortage of surprise, their bodies fit in together more perfectly than puzzle pieces. it’s cramped, the narrow space inside the car emphasizing each and every movement as xia fei adjusts himself beneath the weight of liu xiao’s thighs, heartbeats separated only by a thin film of flesh and bone and clothes that his fingers are quick to undo swiftly. have you had your first kiss yet? he’d asked.
to his surprise, xia fei answered yes, and honest as ever he rambled, described how sweet it was, how innocent, how pure. a past that’s too far to graze with his fingertips. it only makes him want to corrupt him, pollute the memory, replace it with the metallic aftertaste of blood on his tongue but he holds back the urge, masks it behind a head tilt, their noses brushing as he brings their mouths closer, their breaths melting into a single pool.
“was it anything like this?” he begins, considers tormenting him a little but how can he? there’s hardly anything he and vein have ever denied this man. he coaxes him into it, though, his palms running up the expanse of xia fei’s arms, enclosing the curve of his shoulders, his nape, the blonde hair that’s grown humid with sweat - is he nervous? excited? he wants to believe he wants this just as much as liu xiao does. for every time xia fei’s turned down his advances, he’s dreamed of this tenfold.
“how did she do it? was it slow at first, hm?” defiant eyes mismatching the hard grip on his hips, his whole body tensing and liu xiao takes it as his cue to mouth at his lower lip, “ or was it hasty? did you prefer it rough? ” his right hand wraps around xia fei’s jaw, like it means to crush, the forceful grip allowing liu xiao’s tongue to slip in and press hot against his, attention fixed on his reactions.
“how far did you two go?”
words that settle it - a statement hidden in the dark hues that look down into xia fei’s very soul. he wants to sink his fingers in, wade in, until he’s reached his marrow. a wave of drunken delight seeps through, overly familiar, like he’d been here before. like it’s meant to be. perhaps it’s his mind playing tricks on him, keeping him in a deep fog, one that he welcomes nonetheless. liu xiao leans back and on his elbows - or means to until the separation is abruptly erased by xia fei’s arms tightening around his waist.
❛ oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. ❜
he heeds the warning, excitement stirring at the base of his stomach. their mouths are back onto each other, it’s less kissing this time and more panting, like a thirst barely contained, choking on water, his attention fixed on grabbing xia fei’s belt, searching for the hem of his pants. he licks a wet stripe up his palm before he shoves it down and takes both in a firm grip. “did she treat you like this?” he mumbles next to his ear, voice low and visceral and vicious in its teasing - he bites, too, starting at his earlobe and following a path down his adam’s apple, his collarbones. “who did you like more? her… or this?”
Do you have any characters you can see working with Gojo specifically?
If we're talking about other jjk characters, I can see him working with Geto ofc, there's also Nanami and Sukuna. As for my personal tastes I also like him with Higuruma and Choso tho that would need some plotting and see if our interpretations work out :>
Now about characters outside Jjk?? I guess it depends but Gojo is drawn to strong people, I can't see him being interested in someone who needs "being taken care of", he likes equals. Small rabbits won't catch his attention imo he prefers the cunning fox type do u feel me