You Went Hard, And You Did Fine

MY SON IS BACK

⋘ 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖: ⁺¹ ᶦⁿᵘᵐᵃᵏᶦ ᵗᵒᵍᵉ ⇴ ᵐᵉᵍᵘᵐᶦ ⋙ “Tsᴜɴᴀ ᴍᴀʏᴏ.” 【you were shorter, then.】

"And you're still short now, so what's your point?" Megumi scoffed mildly without looking up to confirm the assessment of his upper classmate. The older boy was hovering over Megumi's shoulder as he turned the page of their new yearbook to show something less embarrassing. It was true that he'd hit a growth spurt since the beginning of their first semester, but did Toge really need to mention it?

"Don't know why they even bother with these when there's barely a handful of us." The next array of photos reflected the same images on each of their student IDs for the previous year accompanied by brief summaries of their specialties. Nothing new, nothing worth looking at. He shut the book and passed it over his shoulder to Toge, who seemed more interested in it than he was currently. "Knock yourself out."

“Call me Oniichan. Just once.”

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.

lovers to enemies, bc we love the ✨drama✨ ... sentence starters

"I wish you would just leave, finally."

"I could never give you what you needed."

"What? You still care about me? Fuck you."

"You used to be so good. Now look at you."

"You still deserve to be loved. Just not by me."

"I never thought I'd see you here... what a shame."

"Is that all we are now? Enemies? Or worse, strangers?"

"All our history and I wish I could burn it away, for good."

"I used to trust you. Used to, being the operative words."

"You betrayed me. That's not just something you forgive."

"Look at what you've become… and you wonder why I left."

"Wait, are we fighting or flirting? It's very hard to tell these days."

"We could've been something special, you know? Now look at us."

"Some part of me still wants to forgive you. Even after everything."

"I can't believe they paired us up together, even with our… history."

"I hear things have been going well for you. Must've repaired your karma."

"I shouldn't even be jealous, you're not even mine anymore. You never were."

"I still don't know what happened to us… how did all that love turn into hate?"

"I know you still hate me, I don't blame you for that. But, I still need your help."

"There was once a time I would've given my life for you. Now I just don't care."

"I wish this had ended on better terms. No changing the past, though, I guess."

"You scream so loudly about how much you hate me. But, you don't. Not really."

"You don't really loathe me. You can't. Not after everything we've been through."

"I don't think this was ever love. I think it was always hatred, we just didn't see it."

"I'm only here out of necessity. When it's all over, I never want to see your face, again."

"I still think about you all the time... mostly about all the terrible things I hope befall you."

"You left nothing but chaos in your wake. I've just cleaned it all up... don't bring all that back."

"You were so scared to lose me, you always said that. Not too scared to do that, though."

"I still remember the good times, you know. Everything we had… it's a shame it all went away."

A Lick and a Promise

@knot-ee Yuji's head was pounding as he came to, a cracked stone ceiling swimming into view. Where was he? Something beneath him creaked unpleasantly when he rolled onto his side- a thin dirty mattress. He blinked a few times and rubbed at his aching eyes with the heels of his palms before looking up to take in his surroundings properly. He already knew what he'd find before it all came into focus. Another damn jail cell. "Oh come on." The complaint was voiced to no one in particular, except for maybe whatever capricious and mean spirited god oversaw his existence. He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the cot, and running a hand through his hair-fisting it at the back in frustration. At least they hadn't cuffed him this time- but that also meant whoever brought him in felt pretty surely about the security of his cell. Sure enough- the bars looked just about brand new and the lock on the door appeared equally as up to date. No one was even standing guard, so either they were positive about him staying where he was put or no one much cared if he did or not. Yuji didn't feel like testing which it was. Nothing made a man look guiltier than trying to break himself out of prison.

Heaving a sigh he cast a cursory glance around and was relieved to find a tin cup of water along with a plate of some meager offerings sitting on a rickety stool beside the cot. He eagerly emptied the glass and then allowed his attention to extend beyond the bars to the rest of the immediate area. It was a typical jail- not a prison, thankfully. There was only one other cell beside his- empty and a desk in a far corner beyond that. Yuji recognized from past experience, the settings of an attached sheriff's office. Odd to find it empty, but he didn't mind having a moment or two alone to collect his thought and try to piece together what had happened. A few hazy images crossed his mind- the warm interior of a well kept bar, a few friendly faces turning sour. The barrel of a gun between his eyes. And now it was rushing back all at once. Another bank robbery with his name smeared all over it- and this time it hadn't been clean. Three people wounded and one dead. Never mind that Yuji had been two towns over at the time- it was his face people remembered, clear as anything. Just like last time, and the time before that, and the time before that, and- Shit. He really couldn't go anywhere these days. A certain someone had made sure of that. He buried his face in his hands again and wracked his brain for a better excuse than "It wasn't me."

A Collection of My Favorite Nonverbal Prompts: ('my Muse' refers to the one who posted the meme, and 'your muse' refers to the sender)

Your muse raises  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse.

Your muse gestures  for  my  muse  to  sit  down.

Your muse taps  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention.

Your muse works  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair.

Your muse helps  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing.

Your muse and  my muse make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room.

Your muse straightens  an  article  of  my muse's  clothes.

Your muse  rolls  their  eyes  at  my muse.

Your muse  hovers  over  my muse’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task.

Your muse finds my muse somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be.

Your muse finds my muse drunk.

Your muse throws an item of  sentiment  bitterly  at  my muse.

Your muse gets caught  following  my muse.

Your muse pulls my muse out  of  harm’s  way.

Your muse buys my muse  a  drink  at  a  bar.

Your muse claps a  hand  over  my muse's mouth  to  silence  them.

Your muse gets caught  snooping  in  my muse's things.

Your muse throws something  aggressively  at  my muse.

Your muse yells  at  my muse to  put  their  hands  in  the  air.

Your muse watches mine while drinking their beverage.

Your muse “accidentally” briefly touches my muse. (example: brief hand touch, knee under the table)

Your muse beckons my muse to follow yours somewhere.

Your muse and mine get assigned as partners for a mission.

don’t jokeship with me because 2 hours later i’ll have feels for the pairing.

❛ you cannot love. ❜ /For Mahito!

Mismatched eyes glittered with unmistakable malice, a jarring juxtaposition on an otherwise perfectly pleasant expression. It added a note of cruelty to the benign smile that grew in response to Yuta's accusation. "You don't think so?" Mahito asked, lower lip jutting out in a pout as he tapped his chin in mock consideration. "But you of all people should know better than to say a curse is incapable of love, isn't that right? You and your Queen." His head tipped to the side, gaze tracing over the length of the boy opposite him, sizing him up. A far cry from Junpei or Yuji. Yuta wasn't someone who could be easily manipulated or riled up. There was a steadiness to him that many lacked. And a coldness that Mahito recognized immediately. This one wasn't to be underestimated. He may be possessed of power enough to overwhelm him, but there was a shadow behind his light. Yuta Okkotsu was capable of his own brand of cruelty. No human was truly immune. But that capability wasn't what interested the curse. It was the easiest thing in the world to suss out the darkness in one's heart. But to fully grasp the gravity of love- a love that not only created one of the most powerful curses in existence but then purified it? That was worth examining. And now, thanks to the Manipulator's benevolence, Mahito could do so with relative impunity. Maybe there were some perks to being a kept thing after all. "Is it because of the fear and the hatred that created me? You believe I can't be anything more than what nature crafted?" He took a step closer to Yuta, emboldened by the bond to Suguru Getou that shielded him. Slowly, he circled as much to feed into the sorcerer's discomfort as to take him in. "Well maybe you're right. Maybe I'm doomed to exist forever as I am, rot cycling to rot. Or maybe~" He drew close enough to speak directly into Yuta's ear. "Maybe I just need someone like you to give me a little nudge. Maybe I'm just waiting for the next stage of evolution to push me into traffic and turn me into something great." He withdrew then as easily as he'd encroached, throwing up his arms in careless defeat. "But probably not right? A goldfish can only get so big in a little bowl, and even if you dump it into the river, it's still just going to be a bigger goldfish." With a heavy, theatrical sigh the curse dropped onto one of the chairs in front of an empty desk, kicking his feet up onto it and rocking back on the rear legs. "Are you pointing it out because it bothers you? Or are you just trying to hurt my feelings?"