@lustraveil

will be posting some drabbles i wrote on my old blog just to keep as writing sample for geto now that i've moved him here so don't mind me 🤪

geto only shows mercy when he's playing the benevolent priest/monk, or when it comes to his old comrades. but even then, he will always prioritize the greater good, meaning that whoever it is he will invoke any curse to get rid of the obstacle, there's a reason he's considered the worst curse user the college has seen. I'd say the only person that could essentially make him falter is gojo, given their history together. he's an open wound, but he always hopes in silence that it'd never come to that, or at least not so soon. I've talked about it before but Geto isn't the type to let disrespect slide, or the sin of being born a non sorcerer. the only reason he's been shown interacting with them is to deceive them, not because he's made exceptions. it's a bit hard to figure out ways in which he could interact with others in a sincere way that doesn't end in someone's death but we'll see.

kogami vc: no

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

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

gojo's sakamoto days verse is literally just him and nagumo being roommates. that's all there is to it.

❛  no matter what, i’ll always be here by your side.  ❜ tousen, for aizen

code geass: lelouch of the rebellion starters // @foremyth

long before dawn, tousen had approached.

the uncharacteristic silence that came with his visit felt foreign, where there would usually be simple words and remarks about the weather, all that he could perceive in a way that others couldn’t. and he followed, from the chambers to the pathway leading to the gardens, far from eavesdroppers. 

it is until then that conversation begins: undisturbed, sincere, masks off - or what he intends to appear as such. 

what he doesn’t reveal is that, although his own mask has since been buried deep into tissue, what remains true is that he enjoys the kind of company that doesn’t question, or expects more than it offers. that’s unlike the selfishness of captains; the ego devours. this is different. sousuke falls into step with him, flowers grow in their binary colors - white and yellow, silk and gold -, picked and bred to appease the high-ranking officers. 

‘ …there is a tale among the villagers about a bird that can mimic human voices. it’s shared mostly with the kids or the people who wander outside the limits. why do you think that is? ’ leaves break under his feet, voice tangling in the networks of the wind as it carries the midday scent of sunlight and wet soil. the pause is brief, methodical, listening for any sign of activity that doesn’t resemble feet on cobblestone. 

‘ surely, it must be to keep explorers from getting lost in the wide expanse of the forest. and yet there are reports of people going missing, witnesses claim that a relative, a lover, a friend called for them. that is what piqued my interest. a very human-like response to follow without questioning, the sort of undying devotion that leads you to certain death. it’s naive. ’ 

‘ loyalty like yours is rare. it’s not mindless obedience but a concession: the justice that you seek, i can offer. in exchange, i am permitted to count on your strength to topple outside forces. thank you, kaname. ’

birds sing, tousen’s inquisitive stance breaks him from his reverie.

‘ ah - sorry, i trailed off. in the end they were thieves . they used spiritual energy to echo sentences that had previously been said and heard. ’ it seems sufficiently honest to not dwell on the specifics. even so, his words rekindle in a last fluid statement, ‘ …and as you can probably imagine, they were disposed of. ’

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

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