Kogami Is The Type Who Doesn't Think Much Of Valentine's Chocolates, Just Accepts Them As Long As They're

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.

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

@cursedfell

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing (so devoted the lines blur)

❝  when there is greed, there is hope.  ❞ ( from manami <3 )

‘ men who live by the waterfall cease to hear it, ever heard of that phrase? ’ is what he offers, fingers idly skimming through the pages.

the monthly statements are a formality, mostly managed internally. numbers tell no lies — numbers are exact, constant, always true to what they represent, unlike the humans that arrange them in fine paper and leather folders. suguru gives a last glance at the paper and turns his attention back to her, ‘perhaps i’ve got playing the pious deity to these monkeys down to a fine art so well that i no longer hear them complaining about their diminishing shares. ’

the view outside is painted in dull oranges, perfectly content with being swallowed by the quick-spilling dark of the night. there’s always been a mean air about her, too. as if cut by the same razor, their sharp edges complemented each other in funny ways. the carpet snaps shut in his hand, back pressed lightly against the windowsill.

‘ well, diminishing is too generous. they weren’t getting any more than what they deserved as creatures at the bottom of the food chain. scavengers like them did always make for greedy little things, and this cult is run precisely because their ambitious bellies are filled with misguided faith. so on. ’

‘ it’s rare for you to point it out in that way, however. ’ suguru’s gaze is bold and unflinching, peering up from beneath the veil of dark bangs and shadowed by the setting sun. it’s in that moment that all truth is stripped bare, he thinks, because the otherworldliness of the room pushes him further into honest curiosity: ‘ am i thinking too much, manami? ’

@koseigu

🐝  *  ―  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.  ❜

AITA for summoning a purple on my cousin over a discussion about exes?

i'm broke and can't afford coffee beans- my not-bf is in lifelong debt and i'm technically homeless bc i live with him and work to live here.... but i sure am glad i didn't fumble the baddie

‘ no particular reason, just curiosity. ’

on the unlikely scenario that she might’ve been afraid of something, maybe the conversation could’ve led them elsewhere, a place emptied of walls and labyrinths. that was a possibility that the childish part of him wanted to test, a dive into uncharted territory, though the rewards were little in comparison to what had been stirred now, as her soul burned with curiosity and he wondered if it was born from the same star as his. two specks of the same stardust, finally facing each other in the expanse of nothingness.

satoru muses for a moment, voice rumbling in his throat as he leans back in thought. perhaps he ought to give an honest answer. a truth for a truth. ‘ never thought about it, actually. ever watched Shutter? pretty scary if you ask me. i couldn’t sleep that night. ’

not a lie.

nightmares carved out of memories, the unholy mixture of reality and the imaginary specters born from night’s belly, their unchanging shapes stalking about satoru’s dark room. the ache in the back of his eyelids remained until dawn, most nights. others, he simply let the mud engulf him, falling into quicksand, and it felt more comforting than to fight it, because its weight and density was familiar by now. seeing it reflected in a film caught him by surprise — though the graphics were nothing to write home about, the idea of death and regret and all the ugly things clawing their way into the very soul frightened him. more than strange panic, anger seeped through the cracks, the carefully maintained mask of imperturbable capacity.

that is how the head of a clan should be.

well, if suguru ever came back to haunt him, wouldn’t that be petty? it’s a hard scenario to conjure, but the idea amuses him briefly. satoru sips idly at his drink, suddenly too aware of his own surroundings. propping his head up on a fist, elbow atop his knee, he takes notice of her change in positions, now closer, side by side. 

‘ hm. you’ve never been curious about me, though. what made you change your mind? want to be besties? i’m sure that would give the old farts real fright. no need to ask them. ’

@einshi's   gojo   satoru   &   the   fate

                    𝘯𝘰𝘵   𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥   𝘰𝘧   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦   𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘰   𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵   𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥   getting   rid   of   all   the   humans   &   sorcerers   who   fought   against   him,   not   afraid   of   the   greatest   curse   user   since   gods   only   know   when.   not   afraid   of   the   strongest   sorcerer   by   her   side,   not   afraid   of   the   old   small   -   minded   people   who   stand   behind   the   whole   grand   scheme   of   jujutsu   society   things.

                    like   she's   playing   a   game   of   her   own   ;   like   all   this   doesn't   revolve   around   her,   too.   like   her   life   is   not   on   the   line,   like   she's   not   literally   in   the   middle   of   it   all   —   an   upcoming   war   that   threatens   her   in   her   restless   dreams.   puzzle   pieces   she   cannot   yet   fully   put   together,   so   she   doesn't   say   much   about   what   she   sees.

                    neither   can   she   see   the   smile   gojo   so   generously   offers.

                    sadly.

                    she   would   really   like   to.

                    ❝   oh,   i   can   pay   you,   ❞   unmei   muses,   getting   up   from   her   spot   beside   him   ;   looking   at   all   the   snacks   in   the   vending   machine.   all   the   lights   blocked   by   the   blindfold,   all   the   shades   blocked   by   color   blindness.   in   a   way,   they   both   see   too   much   and   not   enough.   ❝   sweet   treat?   ❞

                    that   usually   works,   stimulates   the   brain   —   sugar   turns   into   energy   their   brain   consumes   in   milliseconds   ;   fuels   the   endless   amount   of   information   processed.   besides,   satoru   has   a   sweet   tooth,   and   more   than   likely   won't   see   her   spitting   onto   said   free little   gift.

                    pun   intended.   height,   prosopagnosia,   blindfold.   depth   of   what   he   says,   so   many   levels   of   it.   seemingly,   every   conversation   they   have   means   something   else   ;   subtext,   context,   all   of   it   combined   to   create   a   different   meaning.   as   she   sits   back   beside   satoru,   mei   wonders   :   is   the   infinity   of   his   shielding   him   from   the   outside   world,   or   shielding   the   outside   world   from   him?   won't   ask   out   loud.   will   find   out   herself.

                    ❝   now   i   want   to   know   what   are   you   afraid   of,   senpai.   ❞

                    she   assumes   there   is   something.   there   must   be.

                    ❝   and   why   did   you   ask   me   about   that   in   the   first   place.   ❞

❛  i have no intention of turning back.  ❜ uryu, for szayelaporro

code geass: lelouch of the rebellion starters // @foremyth

‘ oh, i assure you, i have no intention of pursuing you. ’

laugh comes swiftly, like it was surprised out of him. what exactly will the effort amount to? pride, pride, pride. that frivolous, insignificant thing — humans should’t gloat about what they can’t keep from slipping through the cracks, through the space between their fingers. much less a man who’s barely standing on his two legs, prisoner of his own silly, petulant thoughts.

how horrid! die, die, die.

‘ — and i urge you to please notice that you’re, by no means, in any position to make a decision. see, it’s impractical. your legs are broken, i’ve made sure to keep the fractures to their lowest degree so the goods — you lot — are not damaged beyond repair. but that must have been my own mistake. your tongue should’ve gone first and before all your organs. ’

I miss him :(

adding to this I've been toying with the idea that he might be somewhere in the aroace spectrum, probably demisexual because what he values above everything is human connection, a bond, and although he has no preference for any gender, it doesn't mean he feels especially attracted to anybody beyond their ideals. For him to develop sexual appetite it'd necessitate a background, history together. He doesn't really do affairs or flings and his drive is practically dead because catching his interest takes a lot more than just interactions, he needs specific a specific spark of likeness (to a degree) and he's already a rarity in common society.

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.