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❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜ / gojo

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. // @ak4rin

‘ when? ’

that might be a good enough answer on its own, so he makes use of the leeway presented to him and steers the conversation into a different direction, not quite feeling like elaborating on the specifics of his sleep schedule. ‘ eeh — don’t mind it. you’re a better driver than i am. ’

the muscle in satoru’s jaws slides across taut bone, suddenly too-aware of his surroundings: though he’s not revealing anything that doesn’t need to be let out, it still feels like he’s been stripped of something fundamental, like she’s seen a side that wasn’t meant to be in the first place. he clicks his tongue, masking the discomfort with something akin to nonchalance and waves a hand in front of his face.

‘  in any case, i can just teleport back to the headquarters if it becomes too much, which i doubt. ever seen me pass out on the job? of course not. ’

❝  you feel misled; you were promised victory.  ❞

song of achilles rp starters // @inverteds

extremities go limp, gravity's pull coming from all directions as his back flattens perfectly against the wet soil. mud clings to his hair - he figures it’ll be a hassle to wash it off the tips when he gets back, if he makes it back at all. the man’s heel buries deeper into his sternum, a heron’s hungry dive into the water, pressing the last mouthful of air out of him.

victory is one thing. success on the mission meant keeping riko alive, make her choices worth it and all that came afterwards. but this? this is worse than loss. if suguru didn’t know better, he might interpret it as the hunter’s reticent way of pointing out his failures, of calling him weak. the snide in his sharp eyes tells him a different story.

‘ promised is a strong word. it doesn’t matter at all to you, does it? save your pity for the ones who want it. ’ voice flat, careful. the perpetual calm is replaced by asinine courage: lying there, beneath his foot, nothing about his stance cautions for upcoming danger. it’s pitiful, the quivering in his throat treacherous as spring ice. his eyes narrow, preparing for whatever that’ll become of him after this:

‘ you don’t need to worry about it. worry about that luck of yours running out before the pay out for this hit and kill does. ’

his expression becomes inscrutable, looking him dead in the eye, before everything turns dark. 

there’s only black water beneath, a cold and grasping undertow. 

and then, nothingness.

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.

the way you write geto really stuck with me i remember reading your threads with him AGES ago and going oh my lord i need that engraved on my tombstone that is SO POETICALLY MOVING

stoppppp, this coming from you means a lot to me 😭😭😭 legit gonna follow all your blogs across verses so I can get that itchy feeling when reading your writing I was especially a fan of your dabihawks stuff but U probably already knew that 😏 also one of these days I'll figure out a proper verse for hua cheng and Luka and I'll have them bother your muses somehow TRUST @altarfates

@cursedfell

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

"im not crying! respect your elders!!" / utahime @ gojo

‘ it’s never fun to clean up after someone else’s party y’know, so i’d say we’re even! ’ he would’ve most definitely made another remark - probably something, anything to do with the leaves and branches stuck to her carefully-maintained hair but doesn’t. let her figure it out herself. he’s been nice enough already for coming here, at this hour, on what’s supposed to be his day off.

either way he doesn’t let her finish the flood of curse words that are probably most likely building up in her mind and instead redirects everyone’s (utahime-chan and ijichi’s) attention towards the elephant in the room — the first-grade curse in the building, more like.

satoru claps twice, ‘ okay, okay, i need you all with me now, let’s not ruin the moment. this is supposed to be an alumni reunion, and you… ’ two eyes on a set of 12-somethings, spiderish, nothing he’s ever seen before but hardly anything to write home about. satoru’s smile drives up the blindfold, adding to the symmetry of a face that’s obviously mocking and nothing close to sympathetic, ‘ i recommend you start counting your legs. ’

red light.

a vortex.

this ought to show them — the curses and whoever’s messed up his schedule for the next few days, that this is no mere game for him, however much they’re trying to make it seem so.

@psielapki

HAPPY LINK CLICK ANNIVERSARY - THEY DROP THIS???

do you think his hat suits him?

You’re lonely too. / from nanami to gojo!

deathless ♚ sentence meme // @heartsbind

is it self-projection or have the sleepless nights become obvious?

satoru would love to make the bet, but even if his peers believe so little of himself and his emotional intelligence, sense wills him to keep the idea to himself. nanami looks tired - worn out, more like. though the other man has lapsed into silence, satoru started to realize that perhaps what he searched for, when coming here and speaking the observation aloud to satoru instead of continuing the avoidant game, wasn’t exactly a particular response but the company.

 ‘ nice observation, nanamin. ’ something tells him that he should laugh it off, brush away the tension. he doesn’t. instead he rolls his weight on two heels, hands in pockets. past and present entwine: the corridors, their old seats, a vacant room, white tiles in the cold baths. he’d underestimated the weight of solitude, the sinking feeling in his stomach and that the bigger the absence, the higher the leap. the world moved forward, earth continued its cicle, but the two of them had left some part of themselves behind, never to be retrieved. lost forever.

he tries not to think about it.

he tries not to be swept by the current.

kill me if you want.

 ‘ well, i can’t speak for the both of us, but it’s hard to imagine a sorcerer that doesn’t feel one bit lonely. objectively speaking, we’re a minority amongst the population. ’ a small laugh follows. satoru shifted from his position, his head against the wall, contemplative.  ‘ i know a thing or two about the consequences of isolation, so make sure to chat with me, OK? ( peace sign ) we can exchange line stickers. ’

 ‘ no one should feel alone. ’