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"You're losing my interest and that's very dangerous." Usami to Ogata

interest came in many forms.

for the privates of the 7th division, interest could only be defined by the free-fall act of rebellion coiling in the guts of their infantry, the belly of it all. a less prominent interest, but existing altogether within the rows and rows of hungry men looking for recognition was, undoubtedly, the merciful caress of their first lieutenant’s hand.

like a kid searching for their father’s approval, soldiers lined up for morning call expecting to hear or witness first lieutenant tsurumi’s fanfare, the speeches that could go on for hours on end, basking in the sound of his own voice. ogata could almost see it, had wanted it for a while before he’d found something else - amber eyes, the asymmetry of a war-scarred face - to keep his rapt attention and stomach well-fed.

usami doesn’t seem the type who’d rather look anywhere else. their gazes meet, locked in place by the silent feeling of recognition: he saw in usami’s expression a familiar sort of necessity, the kind he’d found himself stepping back into every time he brought a dead bird back home, in ibaraki. whether tsurumi glanced back and gave usami the attention he sought for, that’s entirely up for debate. he doubted it would be any more different than appraisal, the kind that officers perform routinely with every new stock of mosin-nagants.

it’s only then that be becomes aware of the thickening smell of antiseptic, gunpowder and death. an amused smirk tugs at his lips, voice falling a few octaves, words slurred by the remnants of anaesthesia lingering in his system. “dangerous, for who?”

“prey animals don’t turn their backs to their predators. it's in their best interest, don't you agree?”

@muddsludge

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

──     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

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would've really liked to learn what geto's parents were like. from what we know about the power distribution in sorcerers world, that a boy was born with cursed spirit manipulation catalogued as special grade, it means that either a powerful sorcerer or an aparition can be traced back in his bloodline but there's never any mention of it, unlike the rest of the cast who are either grouped in the kind that belong to a clan or the descendants of powerful entities, like yuta for example.

however in regards geto's bloodline or origins we have nothing, which only makes me assume that his existence is an anomaly the kind as gojo's birth, which is said to have destabilized the carefully mantained balance in the world. curiously, geto was born after gojo, can't be said to come from any special clan or family and yet his ability at one point was on par with gojo's own and their fates entwined in a manner that his very existence handicapped gojo's overwhelming power. fate works in funny ways so i think that in order to keep the balance in check again, life, the fods, fate, coincidence, whatever almighty power there might be, it created geto, the dark side of gojo's moon.

&. 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  happy sunday! here's another assortment of smut / nsfw dialogue prompts but with more explicit language. a dirtier sequel to my other, more subtle, smut prompt list. please do not interact if you are under eighteen. )

❛ you can't expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do. ❜

❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜

❛ i want you to fuck me so badly. ❜

❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? ❜

❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜

❛ you can call me whatever you want, baby. ❜

❛ be good, and i'll fuck you / let you fuck me. ❜

❛ we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜

❛ that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me. ❜

❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜

❛ your body was made for mine. ❜

❛ you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜

❛ you want gentle? wrong fucking address. ❜

❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜

❛ it's my thigh or nothing. i'm not helping you get off. ❜

❛ i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜

❛ i can see you enjoy having the upper hand for once. ❜

❛ you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜

❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜

❛ come in me. i need you to fill me up. ❜

❛ now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜

❛ we both know how much you're going to enjoy this. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜

❛ you can take my clothes off for me. ❜

❛ begging is a good look for you. ❜

❛ i'll take good care of you, i promise. ❜

❛ i'd say you need someone to put you in your place. ❜

❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜

❛ i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me. ❜

❛ it made them hard to see me bleed. just like it's making you hard. ❜

❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜

❛ i want to see how pretty you look with your lips around my dick / strap. ❜

❛ i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜

❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜

❛ you came so fast, i barely even touched you. ❜

❛ do what you want, but you'd better make it good or i'll kill you. ❜

❛ as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more. ❜

❛ missed my touch that much, did you? ❜

❛ someone's needy. ❜

❛ you taste like heaven. ❜

❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜

❛ i'm going to put that mouth of yours to good use. ❜

❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜

❛ you'll be begging for me by the time i'm through with you. ❜

❛ let me stay like this in you for a little bit. ❜

❛ look at that pretty expression. i always knew you could make one. ❜

❛ was it good for you too? it's never been like that before. you've never been like this before. ❜

❛ is that how you usually get out of these situations? by fucking your way out of them? ❜

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

@sukareo

The night drags on and yet, restless, Li Tianchen has found no sleep. Fresh emotional wounds haunt his mind. He rubs his eyes and frowns while scrolling further through his phone. His new phone. All ties were severed. He’s learned that life changes at a rate no one can prepare for. No one, except seemingly…

Tianchen lowers the screen and peers at his company. Liu Xiao. His childhood friend — perhaps the only friend he’s ever had — reads on the sofa opposite his chair, also awake. Tianchen doesn’t know what they both seem to be waiting for. Chances are, Liu Xiao has entirely different plans than he does with his fickle procrastination, anyway.

Setting his phone down on the armrest, Tianchen stares more prominently. Almost glaring. A moment passes; in a fit of impulse, he stands and moves to join Liu Xiao, side by side. Everything thereafter happens slowly, cautiously, like a stray animal’s approach. He leans closer so he can read the words on the page with a narrowed focus.

Is that… English? He recognizes bits and pieces, although his lessons were admittedly subpar. The way he snorts, amused, should let Liu Xiao know exactly what he wants to think of all this. Dorky. Weird. But despite that dismissal, he remains by Liu Xiao, trying to make sense of fragmented phrases. There must be a reason he is reading it, right?

❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ( also hi, hello, you are no longer safe from me 🥺 )

a dispassionate read, if he’s ever seen any.

even if he’d waited, he doubted any interest beyond surface curiosity would maintain itself alight and sparkling in li tianchen’s mind. he imagined this is how it would be, from that moment where their paths merged and liu xiao’s space had soon been invaded by a surge of bright hues, contrasting his own dark shades. their opposing tastes regarding hobbies, the books they’d read, everything felt like a makeshift dreamland, and whoever’s dream this was, it certainly doesn’t feed liu xiao’s interest or keep li tianchen out of his boredom. 

“it’s a retelling of Theseus myth. you’ve probably heard of it before.” he pauses for a second, turns to face him for the first time, eyes sharp and dark above the rim of his glasses. a look of confusion - or possibly judgement towards his book choice, tell him better than prying would of li tianche’s most sincere thoughts.

and liu xiau laughs, like sand over rocks, dry, throaty. he waits for no response, “well, just part of it. i find it fascinating, that regardless of his glory, an epic hero is still cast aside and into the underworld. isn’t it ironic? that one’s name lives on through the ages, though he’ll never know it while he’s conscious and breathing. they say madness and glory are more alike than we think.”

mirth, wry cynicism, as though he’d seen much of the world and found himself wanting it entirely. he tries to keep it at bay, dormant, because there are better uses for this kind enrapturing confidence. li tianchen’s interest is piqued, or so he believes. liu xiao pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, closes the book with a light tud, “it’s subjective, that’s what i’m trying to say. fame is poison, some drink it, unknowing or not. either way, it’s bitter stuff, is what i think.”

“do you care to read it? i’ve already done it a couple of times. i can lend the book if you ask.”

@timeislikemusic

back to more serious things I think that aside from gathering curses during exorcism in his cult, geto also uses the properties he received from his sponsors as donations and turns them into shelters or any form of charity organization directed to nonsorcerer population because that way the negativity constantly circulating those places becomes curses or at the very least guide him to where the curses are gathered.

the use of a charity institution was a choice not from the kindness of his heart because he has no love for ordinary humans, it's a fiscal strategy so he can launder money for the expenses needed during his travels across the country in search of said curses for the upcoming parade.

“ never understood why you were such a book worm, but for the life of me, I can’t seem to put this one down. ” it’s a nasty habit of vein’s to touch everything in liu xiao’s dorm when he enters. he’s a collector of high class trinkets and designer goods. anyone with a keen eye would be attracted to all he’s got. this Shakespeare hardcover has his eye. “ you never told me why this one draws you in so much, guess one day I’ll know, ” crimson red eyes twinkle in humor. still so much he was learning about liu xiao. “ my heartbeat. you hear it, don’t you? what can you gather, from someone like me? ”  to lx 😏

“did you know, there are people who can lower their heartbeats to the minimum?” he says thoughtfully.

which wouldn’t be that much of a problem, he thinks, if they weren’t weaponized for warfare or spies. when vein made his way to him, liu xiao remained seated on the couch, his eyes falling briefly on the black tea at the table. he feels more than he sees the approach, vein’s silhouette distorted by the rippling surface of dark-tinted liquid. he doesn’t need to look up to know he’s smiling, all sharp teeth and confidence. he liked that about vein.

“you are faring well, if that’s what you’d like to hear.” praises are earned, he supposes, and vein has done more than enough for liu xiao to allow him this much. “manipulating heartbeats is not impossible, it can be done with training, but asking for a reading when you are prepared for it makes for poor evidence of self-control.”

when he looks up, his eyebrows raise in an apologetic gesture, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose and the brief connection between gazes holds up for as long as his finger taps lightly on his crossed legs, echoing the rhythm as he hears it: steadfast, in the beginning, but it picks up around the moment where vein’s attention becomes captured, two predators measuring each other from the limits of their territories. 

watching for a reaction, liu xiao smiles, “what your heart tells me right now is that you’re confident. you’re certain that i won’t notice you’ve been stalling. for what, that i cannot tell. you’ll have to do it yourself. what is that you want to say so badly that it’ll make you skim through shakespeare?”

@burntpa1ace