Gojo's Up To Date With Trendy Songs And More Often Than Not You'll Find Him Listening To Female Singers.

a collection of 60+ starters adapted from season 1 of code geass: lelouch of the rebellion  /  change pronouns as necessary.

❛  crying for them won’t bring the dead back to life.  ❜ ❛  i need the determination to succeed.  ❜ ❛  if im going to die, i want to do it for the sake of everyone.  ❜ ❛  you can’t change the world without getting your hands dirty.  ❜ ❛  i cannot afford to let you die.  ❜ ❛  the end result is worthless if the means to them are wrong!  ❜ ❛  your pride always gets in the way at the most inopportune moments.  ❜ ❛  there is no escape from the inevitable.  ❜ ❛  i don’t deserve your kind words.  ❜ ❛  this is already a checkmate.  ❜ ❛  did you think this was all some sort of game?  ❜ ❛  i did love you once, you know.  ❜ ❛  no matter what, i’ll always be here by your side.  ❜ ❛  in the end, you’re just a little boy with a big head and a big mouth.  ❜ ❛  will you let me be a little selfish now?  ❜ ❛  i heard what you did, you shouldn’t be so reckless.  ❜ ❛  those who cannot control their power will be consumed by it.  ❜ ❛  since that day, i’ve lived a lie.  ❜ ❛  in the end, it’s all just self-satisfaction.  ❜ ❛  if it is my destiny — i will walk the path of blood.  ❜ ❛  what a foolish choice.  ❜ ❛  i never considered us to be friends.  ❜ ❛  i’ve dirtied my hands a long time ago.  ❜ ❛  nothing stays the same forever.  ❜ ❛  all we can do now is trust him.  ❜ ❛  i wish the world was a gentler place.  ❜ ❛  there are some things that i just can’t forget.  ❜ ❛  the only people who should kill are those prepared to die themselves.  ❜ ❛  everything i once was — i have forgotten it.  ❜ ❛  people aren’t just your pawns!  ❜ ❛  unrequited love is the mark of a kind person.  ❜ ❛  i wish he’d stop showing off this meaningless pride of his.  ❜ ❛  a person who knows anger also knows what sadness is like.  ❜ ❛  it’s hard to understand such a selfish girl.  ❜ ❛  i don’t want anyone to lose any more loved ones.  ❜ ❛  all men are not created equal.  ❜ ❛  i only realised how important she was to me after i’ve lost her.  ❜ ❛  i wonder if the person i used to be was as happy as i am now.  ❜ ❛  win or lose, you won’t gain anything unless you give everything for it.  ❜ ❛  i’m not nearly as wonderful of a person as you think i am.  ❜ ❛  you killed them all for the sake of that madness?  ❜ ❛  it’s nothing but an empty dream.  ❜ ❛  how could i lose so easily?  ❜ ❛  people don’t care about reason, but they can’t resist a good miracle.  ❜ ❛  you’ll have to do it in my place.  ❜ ❛  i’ll stay with you until the end.  ❜ ❛  i’ve already made a contract with the devil.  ❜ ❛  hatred has taken control of me now.  ❜ ❛  i have no intention of turning back.  ❜ ❛  do you think ideals alone can change the world?  ❜ ❛  destruction is necessary before creation.  ❜ ❛  the only path that’s left for me is forward.  ❜ ❛  i have no time to argue who’s the bigger hypocrite here.  ❜ ❛  should you really be so laid-back about all this?  ❜ ❛  there must be a reason he’s acting this way.  ❜ ❛  you’re not alone!  ❜ ❛  i don’t know if i was ever human to begin with.  ❜ ❛  the truth is, i’m a little nervous.  ❜ ❛  i cannot let your dreams be realised.  ❜ ❛  nothing that happens now is any of your business.  ❜

updated my muselist and it's the whole psych ward fr:

THE SPECIAL GRADES

while re-reading Tokyo ghoul manga to wipe dust off my yomo muse I remembered how much I loved this series 😭😭 honestly miss writing Tsukiyama too... That was forever ago, so I'm not sure if his muse is still alive but we'll see.

although geto is popular with people due to his looks and performative charisma, he isn't the type to sleep around or to even invite others to have intimacy with him. though he knows when others want it - mostly nonsorcerers who join the cult, his distaste towards them is so great that he rarely uses the attraction for his benefit more than necessary. he only offers enough benevolence to be sought for, needed, wanted, gives them a taste of salvation through the exorcism and nothing else. and with sorcerers like him it's not much different because depending on their personal views about the power distribution, geto will decide whether they're allies, a threat, a bump on the road or the likes. mostly they are just a bump on the road he doesn't need to take care special care of save for the ones associated with the college and those he keeps at an arms length not out of fear or shame but because they used to be his friends and colleagues at one point and he'd rather not spill their blood, unless they make him.

point is, he's not one to seek sexual relationships and is more on the receiving end of flirtation, which depending on his mood and necessities he will turn down or pretend they weren't there. rarely does he indulge in it, his inner turmoil always comes at night and he spends more time reminding himself that this is what he wanted, that everything has meaning, so his sexual appetite is kinda washed out.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ( all of these are taken from the song lyrics from the musical of the same name. feel free to change pronouns and adjust to your needs! )

❛  remember me once in a while — please promise me you'll try.  ❜ ❛  where in the world have you been hiding?  ❜ ❛  stories like this can't come true.  ❜ ❛  close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams.  ❜ ❛  and you'll live as you've never lived before.  ❜ ❛  let your darker side give in.  ❜ ❛  who was that shape in the shadows?  ❜ ❛  is this what you wanted to see?  ❜ ❛  now you cannot ever be free!  ❜ ❛  fear can turn to love, you'll learn to see.  ❜ ❛  i shall give you one last chance.  ❜ ❛  it's useless trying to appease me.  ❜ ❛  you're only saying this to please me.  ❜ ❛  if he knew the truth, he'd never, ever go.  ❜ ❛  it was an accident ... simply an accident.  ❜ ❛  why have you brought me here?  ❜ ❛  what you heard was a dream and nothing more.  ❜ ❛  i'm here, nothing can harm you.  ❜ ❛  i'm here with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.  ❜ ❛  promise me that all you say is true, that's all i ask of you.  ❜ ❛  you're safe, no one will find you.  ❜ ❛  all i want is freedom, a world with no more night, and you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me.  ❜ ❛  all our fears are in the past.  ❜ ❛  why is it secret? what have we to hide?  ❜ ❛  [name], what are you afraid of?  ❜ ❛  you were once my companion, you were all that mattered.  ❜ ❛  why can't the past just die?  ❜ ❛  don't make me do this. it scares me.  ❜ ❛  we'll be parted forever, he won't let me go.  ❜ ❛  am i to risk my life to win the chance to live?  ❜ ❛  do i have any choice?  ❜ ❛  i know i can't refuse, and yet i wish i could.  ❜ ❛  don't think that i don't care, but every hope and every prayer rests on you now.  ❜ ❛  you! why did you let this happen?  ❜ ❛  but can i trust you?  ❜ ❛  i love her! does that mean nothing?  ❜ ❛  the world showed no compassion to me!  ❜ ❛  did you think that i would harm her?  ❜ ❛  why should i make her pay for the sins which are yours?  ❜ ❛  this is the choice — this is the point of no return.  ❜

I. Can.

PSYCHO-PASS 10th MEMORIAL NOTE

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'. ❞