Chat, My Cousin Keeps Bringing Up My Ex During Family Reunions, Do I Hit On His Crush Y/n

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

[Character PV] Ranking No. 10 - Nice "A manifestation of the perfect hero as imagined by the people. He brings the elegance of a ballerino to all his battles, mesmerizing all who witness them."

do you ship kogami/ginoza?

hiiii! my main ship is kogami/makishima and the second is actually kogami/ginoza lmao so, no problem :hearthandsemoji:

❝  you will never gain fame from your fighting. does this surprise you?  ❞ @aizen

‘ that you see my actions as absolutes is a mistake of its own. gain and loss are subjective, the rabbit whose death is quick and painless has gained more than the fox whose only hunt for the winter is a small rodent. ’

the pursuit of something intangible is beyond any other death reaper’s understanding. that is what initially separated kings from gods, gods from the nothingness that follows. for him to be able to reach that which cannot be grasped, a lifetime of this became a curse of its own though curse is a strong word to describe the inner machinations of what his heart truly desired. sousuke doubts it’s so simple to say during idle conversation, even less when there’s a key to each of his senses, darkness unfolding and endlessly shrouding them had it not been for the particles of reiatsu softly moving like fireflies at dusk.

it takes him a moment to reconsider his words, the intention to further elaborate long subdued and replaced with something austere, though a tad bit malicious. in the end, he could not entirely separate himself from poisoning what doesn’t care to see him.

‘ does it surprise me? it does not. because i never humored the thought from the beginning. ’

@kagehanabira

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜ hi :)

he could let it pass, leave him waiting. he could summon one of the most vicious curses and go. he knows what should be done. he could do all these things, too. he really should. and yet, as he stands on his feet, hands carefully arranged inside his sleeves, all that suguru can conjure is the signature smile of a deity that’s taken pity on his followers.

the impulse seems to abandon him. “that you consider them pretty at all is a personal gain, don’t you think? but isn’t it for the listener to decide? truths and lies are all subjective. if the intent to conceal information is conscious, that can be called a lie from the speaker. but what if the other person believes it?”

there’s no traffic, the road is empty. worn out with use, suguru assumes the busiest hours must be at dawn, or the early stages of the afternoon. the absence of sounds from passing cars makes it all the most eerie, misplaced within the space of time. his attention travels from the winding roads and towards the pitch-black tunnel unfolding and twisting beyond their sights just a few steps away from them. it feels like facing the gaping mouth of a snake. it looks like nobody ever comes here at night.

“you were right. there’s a presence right down the tunnel. i’m surprised that only three of your men have disappeared, the nature of this curse is ravening, but i guess it’s no strangeness that you haven’t reacted negatively to it. familiarity? maybe.” he throws a side glance at Vein, shrugging a shoulder. “i’ll take a look. stay there or come with, it’s up for you to decide.”

@burntpa1ace

not me getting notifs that you rbed our thread thinking i was getting more tojisugu content........

Worry not I will make tojisugu real even if it's the last thing I do before collapsing on the floor, geto will get his birthday death today @inverteds

[ INTIMIDATION ]: sender, in an effort to frighten the receiver by invading their personal space, sits in their lap to try and inspire discomfort or fear in them.

( 😶 )

strangely, all that suguru can think about is his teacher — yaga, sunglasses that are too thick for his features and oddly fitting, shoulders firm as his stance behind the desk, foot tapping impatiently against the floor. his voice was steady, too, when he’d explained the special grade tag in his credentials: they are sorcerers whose powers are equal to an army’s worth of men.

curses can be domesticated and trained for occupation, is what he meant. they can be trained to replace military weapons, make good use of their partial invisibility and viciousness like the unpredictability of nuclear waste. he remembers the grave look in yaga’s face, the hard set of his brows when the aged voices spoke behind thin paper-like curtains. though only their shadows were visible, suguru could feel the disdain in the way limbs shifted uncomfortably, as if wiping away the stench of cursed energy that came with him.

it made him feel powerful, an ego boost, of sorts.

he doesn’t feel it now.

satoru did always say that brutal force worked the same as cursed tools: power that can’t be controlled spills in all directions, but the strength that can be contained within a body can cut through any fabric of reality.

suguru steps back and that’s when he realizes his mistake: a foot behind means a switch in balance, his core is in a different place and toji makes use of this pause, diving in, wild as a boar. suguru is knocked backwards, feels knees around his torse and his head hits the ground with as much grace as a ragdoll. it takes him twice as many blinks to clear his vision, to find toji’s sharp teeth bared and hungry eyes glancing down at him.

provocation is the cheapest trick, yet it never fails to inject him with displeasure. amber-tinted eyes look back at the man above him, challenging, ‘ got you wanted? move. i don’t make it a hobby to have older men sit on top of me. ’

@inverteds

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger. ( suku to kashimo )

foul play to be provoked like this.

though they never met in their original time, he’s heard enough tales of the calamity known as ryomen sukuna. he takes the gesture for what it is: a trap, sure to slice him by the neck if not rip him apart. he’d back away, avoid collision of any kind. his instinct tells him otherwise: he walks towards the man, mouth twisted in a scornful pout and his eyebrows drawn close.

‘ and what’s that supposed to mean? ’ he nods towards the hand that calls him, unsure what to make out of it. hands on his waist, kashimo glances around and finds no one else that might’ve been urged closer, too, so he scoffs. ‘ taking advantage of my thirst for your blood — it never occurred to me that it could be a two-way street. i’ve got to warn you: it’s not going to be easy. you’ll have to give me some of yours. ’

@koseigu