Hea(rt)d - Shot. 🤍

still in awe at the constant flow of posts using the same line of "sorcerers aren't heroes in the story" to somehow diminish geto's actions throughout the series which, albeit born from reaching a breaking point after exploitation and misuse of his ability as well as the circumstances in which both he and gojo were forced to grow up into fine killers, it remains true that he killed more than a hundred of people indiscriminately (how convenient it would be that he only chose those who were "culprit" of mimiko and nanako's lynching, right? because there was a reliable way for him to know it right? there wasn't. it was indiscriminate killing under the assumption that not a single soul was free of sin), the murder of his parents who, as implied, were non-sorcerers as well and in order to add value and weight to his point, he considered their status as family didn't exempt them from sharing the same sin as the people in the village: by being ordinary humans they are bearers of cursed energy and their negativity would invariably end up being consumed by him, or the curse would consume someone else, someone like haibara, who was weaker, could be anyone but a sorcerer like him. and the treatment of every other non-sorcerer that he´s come across in the series.

i've mentioned this before in a different blog but i bring it here too: there is no possible way in the main timeline where geto will choose anything else but his goal of total erradication of non-sorcerers, because as a person who needs a purpose, who needs something to live for, the dawning realization that he'd wiped out entire bloodlines in a single night, the emptiness gnawing at him from within, made him seek for something that would justify his actions and he latched onto the first thing that he knew: the only way to prevent curses from being born is either to erradicate cursed energy from humans or the humans themselves. he chose the latter, so it ended up becoming a fundamental part of his identity, giving it up means giving up on himself altogether, it means that leaving everything behind, leaving his one and only best friend behind, the school, his comrades, the killing of his own family, all of it held no meaning at all and he needs it, he needs it to mean something, needs his existence to not have been that of a machine grinding meat for the higher ups to feast upon, that maybe this way he can have the liberty of acting upon his own desires and not those of others who only benefitted from the sacrifice of others. he turned his fangs back at them, and they hated him for it, but he hated himself more because he knows no other way to defend himself from total failure and meaninglessness.

so basically, while he is a victim of a corrupt system, just because sorcerers are not exactly heroes or molded to be saviors, it doesn't mean absolution: at the end of the day, even those who were also victims of the same system did not arrive to the same conclusion. his actions are entirely his own, it's the path he chose. he doesn't wish to be forgiven, he doesn't think to force others to follow. does the snake ask for the mice's forgiveness? does it expect it? it does not, it is hungry, it doesn't know any other way to eat but this. and would you tell the mice, the snake is misunderstood, it is hungry. would it make sense to them? silly metaphor because animals hunt by instinct but truth remains relatively the same: he knows what he can do and what his strength amounts to, and he makes conscious use of it, unrelenting. you can't exactly categorize him as anything else but what he is: a curse. the worst curse user.

u know what screw it i’ll send more recommendations — i can see you being super good with choso too!!! and i also will suggest nanami just bc you dive so well into charas, i can see you playing his tired overworked self but i did see you showed interest in higuruma so !!!!! u should try him too!

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

SHAKES YOU

Omg okay yall have convinced me, I will add Nanami to my muse list, it's so over for everyone

Also I've actually written choso before but only as a discord rp and higuruma.... He would be interesting to write omg I love cynical men going thru it. Will definitely evaluate if the muse sticks 👀

trying to watch sinners of the system without getting distracted by kogami’s boobas mission failed

it didn’t take a strategist to recognize the advantage presented to their forces. 

the thought had been nagging at him since then, since his eyes laid on the digital shape of the ghost he’d chased for so long. kogami hardly notices the abstract sort of anger that drifts from his grip as an afterthought, subdued as it eases through the quiet of the shared space: “it’ll only be makishima’s grave.”

if only that were true.

he’d lament for the lack of action and pursuit, but he knew better than to rush the persecution. makishima is meticulous, clever, has a tendency for the theatrics and whatnot. making a halfhearted attempt at identifying his whereabouts would cost them more than just kogami’s life or an enforcer’s badge. it’s unfair for anyone else involved, for makishima to be the source of many headaches.

“figured i’d let you know, in case you thought this was going anywhere different.” his attempt at a lighthearted joke isn’t well-received, if the glare flashed in his direction is any indicator.

“i thought we weren’t doing this again.” kogami says, though he knew his words couldn’t possibly be convincing with the festering sickness inside of him, forgotten some days while others were so painfully acute he can barely stand it. time and stubbornness are the only things that numbed him to the painful sense of awareness that he’s no more different than a hungry beast and prey dangling on the limits of his territory. kogami hated himself for it. he hated himself now, too, for mercilessly rubbing salt into old wounds.

talk about selfishness.

“guess i don’t listen.”

kogami’s hand retrieve a second cigarette, caging it between sharp teeth. a lover’s kiss. as if nicotine still needed an invitation. “i don’t know what else to say to that. you’ve got me, gino. it might be my own foolishness which drives me right into the wolf’s den, but at the very least i can say that any progress that’s created a window for me to pass through and bring me one step closer to where i want to be couldn’t have been possible solely with my own efforts.”

he’d tried to keep his voice even; to give off a facade of level-headedness and sensibiliity that he’d tried to maintain since the confirmation of makishima’s existence, but as he swallows coarsely and a bitter aftertaste coats his tongue, kogami thinks that perhaps this hunt, makishima, whatever it is that he’s mapping out across the terrain’s of sybil’s jurisdiction might be driving him a little fucking insane. stiffness sets into his knuckles again, fingers clasped around the lighter. it takes him another second to finally ignite the flame, hues clinging to his features like molten gold. without sparing a second thought, and perhaps testing what’s left of his luck, kogami’s shoe taps lightly at ginoza’s side, for old times’ sake.

“liven up. you can start by punching me in the face if you see me derail too far from the path and be done with it.”

his jaw continues to tighten as he listens, the frustration clearly building. despite that, he does his best to mask it. the words don't seem to strike the chord Kogami might have intended. Part of him can appreciate the vulnerability, but there's a much stronger, overwhelming part of him that still only sees and hears utter betrayal.

"You're sorry," his tone biting as he turns to face him, "do you even understand what that means anymore? or is it just something you say when you know you've gone too far?"

there's a pause, his lips pressing into a thin line as if debating whether or not to even bother continuing. was he worth it? the words are already there, bubbling beneath the surface, ready to spill out. clearly, he's worth it. he exhales sharper, trying to regain some sense of control over the emotions tightening in his chest.

"You speak of Sasayama like his ghost is the only one in the story." his tone sharper, more pointed. "Like the rest of us don't have our own burdens to carry." wasn't that the point? Life being a constant cycle of suffering, and continuing to persevere? "But the difference between you and me, Kogami, is that I'm still trying to make something of this life. While you–" he has to refrain, as the emphasis is with a raised tone, "you're stuck in the past, chasing a memory, a history you can't change. You keep telling yourself this is the only way forward."

much like the story, Moby Dick – like Captain Ahab and his obsessive pursuits.. and if tale goes to show... the consequences of obsesion and the fine line between justice and revenge never end well for the martyr. "but, it's not forward, is it?" his voice wavers a moment, a crack once again, he has to contain himself. "I don't need your apologies. Sasayama's death doesn't give you the exclusive tight to a path of self-destruction."

he steps closer, the tension between them palpable now, "You think you're the only one who's lost someone?" he forces his composure back into place. he'd lost his father and thought of it every time he walked through this damned building. lost his best friend, in more ways than one. but he didn't let it consume. or , so he thinks, anyway.

he turns his head away, shaking it, shoulders taut. "I can't make you care about the people who are still here." him, namely. for a moment it seems like he might stop there, but he glances back at him. his features are suffused with a mix of anger, remorse, and resignation. "I'm tired of burying people who matter to me." he pause a beat. "Don't make me bury you, too."

// @einshi

you're embarrassing . you embarrass me . i'm embarrassed of you . (Gino @ Kogami)

‘ isn’t that the whole point of this? make fools of ourselves to drive the rats out of the den? if you’re so certain that there’s another, more efficient way then i suppose that i wasted a good bourbon. ’ 

kogami didn’t always nurse a glass in the company of untrustworthy men - of strangers for that matter. gino being around brings reassurance, so makes an exception for tonight and for the greater outcome of the hunt. an exception for gino. the man knows how to crawl deep into his skin, convince him and root up any uncertainty lingering in his system. kogami watches the crowd, the many faces partly blurred by a shower of golden lights, shadows cast like dark veils, the image of a funeral. uncanny.

‘ feels less like we’re the hunters here, more like we’re prey being watched from the depths of the forest, don’t you think? light up a fire in the hills and see the kind of predators that scramble their way to your position. the effect of a lighthouse during the storm is the most effective with sneaky bastards like himself. ’

a sip.

glass descends with a loud tud against the table, his other hand reaching out to mess up gino’s carefully brushed hair.

‘ keep your eyes open, gino. we’re in for a surprise, if my gut doesn’t fail me. ’

@lustraveil

[Character PV] Ranking No. 10 - Nice "A manifestation of the perfect hero as imagined by the people. He brings the elegance of a ballerino to all his battles, mesmerizing all who witness them."

Six fanarts, No.2: Asa & Yoru

A lot of sketches have been piling up since last month… on twitter

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

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

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight . :^) stsg

@cursedfell

chained together in the throes of fate, willingly or not, this is where it always takes them. company is less burdensome when neither of them speak about it, about the decades long since faded in their own side of the puzzle. unfitting pieces worn at the edges, though he wonders sometimes if they were even meant to blend in to begin with?

suguru watches quietly as satoru’s breath halts, the intake that comes afterwards, like the first breath of a drowning man who’s reached the surface. desperate, kicking at the void below his feet. he likes that kind of desperation, reminds him that maybe he’s not entirely on his own, that he, too, wants this just as much as he does. suguru’s yukata falls with a hiss to the ground, knee pressed on the mattress’ edge and his weight guides satoru closer when it bends under his body. he crawls, hair cascading in black strokes. it should feel threatening, knowing what he can do, what stains his record and places him a galaxy away from satoru’s own heroic presence. satoru is a savior and suguru’s long since resigned to be the false prophet. his body aches where satoru’s been unkind: the blows, an elbow to the rib, a curse thrown back at him. it’s familiar, just like every one of their sparring is.

do they even need to pretend that they’ve been stalling the inevitable? satoru’s been tasked with his execution, and suguru… suguru knows what it takes to turn limitless off, to make his guard drop and every necessary word to pull him in to his arms. it would be so easy.

but it isn’t.

suguru swallows through a dry throat, tongue flitting out to lick at the falling blood from his nose as he brings himself closer to satoru. “are you happy with this? i lost, and this is what you ask for? how does it make you any different from a perverted old man.”

there’s no real malice in suguru’s words, though neither does he make it sweet for him. it’s a courtesy, really, that he’s speaking to him at all. or perhaps he likes this, belated punishment for having left everything behind and no look back or goodbyes. satoru’s grip comes faster than he can avoid it — no, it’d be a lie to say he didn’t see it coming, that his heart hadn’t raced with expectation. his head is shoved violently between satoru’s legs, face only a thin line of air away from his hardened cock.

suguru glares up, meeting satoru’s concealed blues and the irritating expression that’s saying well? what are you waiting for? wordlessly.

satoru knows… of course he does. keeping the black bandage above his face - as if he’s preventing suguru from enjoying himself a little too much, like the mere notion of eye contact would be intimate enough to transform this into anything different than what it is. suguru hisses through his teeth, before licking up a wet stripe across his length, moving north, until his lips and mouth wrap tightly around its girth. he’s mean enough to swallow him whole, making use of his lack of gag reflex to his advantage and enjoying the gasps and groans that satoru’s fighting fiercely against.

hands press around his head, sinking him deeper and his nose rubs against the trimmed hair of his underbelly. sweat runs down his spine, brows knitted together in concentration. he can’t perceive the world as satoru does, so he plays his cards right and uses the angle of his bobbing head to have a long, direct look at satoru’s face, contorted with pleasure, the fine features distorted into animalistic desire. suguru likes being the cause of it.

and he has two choices: either he allows satoru to ride out his pleasure in his mouth, or he can pull himself off his leaking cock, make him beg for it. satoru will snap for it but the reward is a risky prospect. suguru is in no mind to think any better outcome, so he opts for a third unlisted option: his mouth opens near the tip, hand working on milking every last bit of satoru’s cravings, eyes locked with his, through the bandages, and even deeper than that, where he knows there’s a connection, coiled deep into that pretty skull.

“come on, satoru. just come already.” he croons.