I Dont Rp With People Who Gatekeep Geto's Hole

Would you ever consider writing Nanami, Toji, or Sukuna?

Based off my blog, what other characters could you see me Roleplay as?

NOT NANAMI AGAIN HELPPP, maybe this is a divine message to actually get to it and write him omg... two suggestions too many, will re-read the manga to see if the muse latches onto me.

as for toji and sukuna... wrote toji briefly for a couple discord rps but that's the end of it, the muse didn't stick but that's probably because i don't have any sort of attachment to his wife which is like a big part of his character, and i dont really agree with most interpretations that he's only strictly a bad father. man did what he could within the realm of his possibilities so seeing the jjk universe in absolutes is kind of a disservice to them; the structure broke not only him but geto, gojo, haibara, nanami, etc. and that's a rabbit hole i dont like touching as to avoid discourse.

sukuna.... i think i prefer reading him and drawing him than to write him. actually just drawing him lmao i don't feel like my writing style fits his character bc mine is kinda introspective and he's a pragmatic nonhuman being, which is a bit difficult to write for me with my limited english orz that'd need more direct words that i dont know helppp

this got too long omg

an important part about ogata's character is how much he actually loved his mother. for some reason it's a source of argument on certain spaces but i think the og work was clear enough: ogata never learned how to love, so his love is bound to hurt.

neglected as a kid as he was, his mother stopping talking to him at some point during his childhood and spending day and night submerged in her hallucinations and daydreaming of a man who would never come back for her, growing up in poverty and with no other contact than his elderly grandparents, ogata never truly learned how to display love, never even felt as though he received it.

so when he explained "...then one day i fed rat poison to her. i thought that if father truly loved her, he would at least come back to her funeral. but you never came." it's the logic of a kid who wants his mother to be happy, to at least meet the man she loved and so she can go back to her old self who used to sing lullabies to him.

in the end it didn't work.

fast forward years later and skipping the fact he killed his father, because that's a whole other topic, i think his dynamic with asirpa is another big example that he can't properly conceptualize love and often offers "affection" or shows that he "cares" in the same way a cat would bring dead birds or mice to your bed.

ogata shooting wilk is an example of it. wilk, a father whose intention was to send his young girl to lead a war and to her demise, ogata understood killing him as making a favor for her because he did kill his own father, and as he explains "i think patricide is taking a step forward into adulthood" in barato arc, his mind understand this killing as a blessing to her even though she doesn't see it that way.

and throughout the story ogata continously makes offerings like these, because it's logical, that's how it's always been for him, so why shouldn't it be that way for everyone else?

but it's during the bad omen arc - and when the images of the brother he shot during the siege in PA and the girl he's gradually growing fond of as a projection of his own dead brother - that he begins to realize "oh, maybe there IS something wrong with me after all" and he rejects the idea because it scares him, scares him more than anything that love has always existed and that his father could have loved him, could have loved his mother, he just chose not to. and that his mother could have also loved him and he couldn't see it. scares him that love had always been there but never for him.

it's easier to rule out the existence of a sentiment than to admit that he's never received it, that he remains unloved.

Mad scientists will be like "I know a place" and then strap you onto the autopsy table

──     you hold onto what you have; you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you. // multi-muse as penned by geese . canon-compliant . unaffiliated

──  blog . muses . cr . main

disclaimer & muses under the cut.

active muses:

JJK: * suguru geto * gojo satoru

BLEACH: * ulquiorra schiffer * aizen sousuke

CHAINSAW MAN: * angel devil * makima * yoshida hirofumi * aki hayakawa * yoru

RECORD OF RAGNAROK: * beelzebub * hades * poseidon

SAKAMOTO DAYS: * gaku * osaragi

GOLDEN KAMUY: * ogata hyakunosuke

LINK CLICK: * liu xiao (testing)

TOKYO GHOUL: * yomo renji

BUNGO STRAY DOGS: * fyodor dostoyevski * nakahara chuuya

MORIARTY THE PATRIOT: * sherlock holmes * albert james moriarty

PSYCHO PASS: * kogami shinya

KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN: * rokudo mukuro

OMNISCIENT READER'S VIEWPOINT: * yoo joonghyuk

TGCF: * hua cheng

DGM: * tyki mikk

one. quite selective with the blogs I decide to follow.

two. common roleplay courtesy is expected: no Godmoding unless plotted otherwise, cutting posts in replies, respect for characterization, and so on.

three. shipping is allowed, though I must ask the muse is +18. that being said, no smut with underage characers will happen.

four. I am caught up with all series for the most part, as well as adjacent works. taking this into consideration, there will likely be spoilers from time to time. I’ll try keep everything properly tagged.

five. random starters, unprompted asks and plotting is highly encouraged!

six. i have no issue with duplicates. the more, the merrier, i think. feel free to follow. unfortunately i don't do exclusives, don't really have mains either. all muses are welcome to plot interaction.

Please be patient with me. my activity will be inconsistent and replies come as I feel them, not in drafting order.

thank you for reading! the name is geese, 25+ she/her they/them

scrolled through Twitter and saw a flash of white hair and black clothes and instantly thought it was gojo but it was gaku sakamoto days.... I am persistently haunted by the ghost of an old love

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.  ❜

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver. ( Gojo and Nagumo )

truth be told, neither are in any position to be wasting time cleaning up the mess, and by mess he means this: blood-splattered clothes, indented weapons, empty cartridges. his mouth fills with the metallic aftertaste of it all, muscles finally itching as if to ask for attention and to be wrapped and tended by the same cloth that nagumo used on satoru’s cheek. (he makes it his life purpose to catch the asshole that bruised his face)

‘ you’re good at this, i didn’t think you’d actually take me seriously and mend the wounds. guess i owe you one. ’

in the span of one second, the atmosphere shifts into something more… comfortable, whatever comfortable was. for men of their profession, anything remotely close to peace is a far-fetched dream, so he snatches the moment and makes it his own, eyelids coming down and encapsulating sky-blues from the world, albeit briefly. nagumo’s presence is still palatable, impossible to ignore.

his fingers move methodically and almost as impersonal as the moment a knife slices through a target’s throat. if there’s something to respect about the man is exactly this: the commitment to his brand, expertise that’s only attained from the perfect combination of talent and a life on the field and not behind the monotony of a desk and a computer, aiding or sending out orders to the souls on the front. 

cold liquid presses against his temple, the aching propels him forward, hands wrapped tightly around nagumo’s wrists.satoru’s eyes snap open, ‘ whoa! what was that?! are you trying to kill me? i thought we said no ethyl alcohol. ’

@tearenere

kiss

[ 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

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