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#hello . who wants heartbreak . #𝟬𝟐 nihilistic smile . #𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 the former one and only .

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Gojō Satoru @limitlessscion truly worked miracles. When the teasing of neighborhood kids and the ire of his own parents were not enough to break Getō Suguru, it had been the pompous and aloof slap of ivory which readily prompted the brandishing of thorns and poison. However the very same frustrating boy had managed to bring out of the best in Suguru as well, defying all odds that love and hate could bloom from the same earth. The rarest of flowers — thorned on one face of the stem with petals of the most vibrant hue.

Often alluring scent of spring and skin penetrating traits were demonstrated at the same time . . and only in Satoru's presence. Mirroring nearly all their interactions of the past, something rudimentary and even merry escalated to outrage, warranted or no, or a cycle of the opposite followed. Ieiri Shoko was, frankly, exhausted by the back-and-forth, resembling the bickering of siblings or exhausted married couples as opposed to best friends. The girl preferred filling her mouth with the bitter taste of carcinogens as Suguru's mouth was suddenly filled with the taste of something else.

── ❛ I won fair and s— ❜

Sweetness! But it was more than that, more than sweet was odd . . pungent. Even in his mouth or because it was in his mouth, Suguru's senses were flooded with an oddity which prompted a no response from his body. He at least was polite enough not to spit it out at Satoru's face though the temptation was certainly heavy. The pungent piece of candy was consumed in a single gulp much like a child swallowed unpleasant medication. He coughed, gagged a little, and decided to be nasty enough to force a burp out.

── ❛ Stop shoving weird things in my mouth, idiot. ❜

What the hell even was that? A palm settled over his belly, already dreading the effects of swallowing something so abnormal. He had never tasted nor smelled anything like that before, and, frankly, Suguru hardly had the constitution to eat natto; too many times had that drivel been shoved in his face as a child.

── ❛ I'll KILL you if you gave me something spoiled. ❜

#𝟎𝟕 cursed spirit manipulation . #limitlessscion #so YOU say

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Hostility was as natural as taking a breath — equal parts innate human nature and the corruption of his father and his father before him. Fushiguro Megumi was a sorcerer which entailed being a child of war and strife; his value only determined by his abilities, and the number of shikigami he was able to dominate and wield. A lifetime of facing difficult scenarios, dealing with idiots, training to be the one caused features to be morphed nearly into permeance.

Expression thought to be brittle metal was actually malleable . . under the right conditions . . under the right hands. Arms were crossed against chest as a sigh, a real sigh, escaped Megumi's lips. Aren't you supposed to be my divine dogs? The sigh spoke volumes alone. But his divine dogs, Shiro and Kuro, shared a link which transcended that of telepathy and spirituality which enabled them to perfectly comprehend everything Megumi felt and thought. They knew their master's heart, this Kuro rolled over slightly, not enough to disturb their little companion, but enough to show off a full-furred belly of midnight.

At the same time, Shiro allowed a massive healthily-pink tongue to loll out of mouth while a slow, loving blink was given towards their master. We are yours, but we're comfortable here. We like it with them. The three of them ( along with his other shikigami ) communicated on so many dimensions that Megumi received their message loud and clear. Had the boy instilled too many canine qualities into the creatures or had they read his desires and that of the world when they first appeared to a lonely boy? He was cast out of his thoughts by Kaen's @strywoven words, and gemstone eyes of malachite rolled with drama that was typically only reserved for those he was truly comfortable with.

They were like Tsumiki, Gojō Satoru, and every little brother from a manga combined only completely different as well. It was an intimacy that was foreign to him, yet it did not feel uncomfortable; the presence of his shikigami aided in that greatly. His arms loosened as he surrendered to the ground. Warm grass, chirping birds, and shikigami which were soft to the touch like the real thing. Kuro and Shiro, too, released breaths of contentment with undersides rising and falling as if they were creatures which required breath. They did not. They didn't need to do any of this. Was it really their happiness Megumi felt or a mirror image of his own?

He gave it too much thought, enough the Shiro whined and moved their head to lick at the onyx haired teenager's cheek. The smallest of smiles touched the sorcerer's lips, and both palms fell flush against the grand ruff about the ivory divine dog's to pet the large beast. Megumi's presence, and quite a playful one, prompted both canid-shikigamis to wag their trails and wiggle about to increase the supposed dog pile. He could tell both of them wanted to jump up and run around with excitement, maybe start ripping some clothes, thus arms extended wide to bear hug both of his loving creatures. Face deep in fur that smelled of himself, of their master.

── ❛ ... You're not stealing them away from me. ❜

#𝟎𝟕 ten shadows technique . #strywoven

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Let us not forget that in one day Megumi mourned the loss of Yuuji, one of his Divine Dogs, AND Orochi.

My dude was grieving. Hard.

Shiro was there since the beginning his ability began manifesting.

#𝟬𝟬 out of curses .

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jjk memes pt.4

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19

#𝟎𝟗 comedy special . #love this .

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I still have to put the jumble of alternate universes inside my mind into actual writing, but in the mean time I am dropping this official plotting call.

As much as I like winging certain things, I believe moderate to extensive plotting tends to keep storylines long lasting. I equally enjoy keeping to canon events as I do altering events. Furthermore, I'm also 100% down to explore other worlds — supernatural, high fantasy, wizarding, mythology, etc.

➙ aaaaalso I am caught up with the manga and read the latest chapters when they come out, so there you don't have to fret about spoiling anything. However for those who are only anime watchers or are gradually reading, I won't spoil anything for you. ✌

#𝟎𝟑 lay with me . put your hand in mine .

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#𝟬𝟐 nihilistic smile . #𝟬𝟐 the blessing .

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I hope for your happiness.

#𝟬𝟐 the blessing . #𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐢 it's always been about protecting you . #:c

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── ❛ Mmm? ❜

Lips and even eyes remained static — a melancholy caricature of a boy who should have been animated. HIs heart was thrumming, blood was rushing inside his body, and . . his shikigami were watching, keen even when in the shadows of Fushiguro Megumi's ability as though several personalities inhabited a single mind or several souls sharing a single body. The ten year old broke the illusion of appearing like a man facing a mid-life crisis, and he wasn't sure himself if it was shyness which caused him to coil his arms around his bent knees.

Gojō Satoru's @limitlessscion cursed energy was an enigmatic and bright as blue hues, so in your face it was difficult not to notice, yet the older sorcerer had managed to sneak up on the child regardless. He was caught up in his own mind, holding conversations no one could understand and likely thought him strange for it. No one else had friends in the way Megumi had even if those friends were supposed to be tools. His body language mimicked that of his newest shikigami, and after some deliberation he realized how queer it was to be guarded from Satoru.

Had their monthly check in already arrived, or had the powerful six eyes noticed a flare of power from his child warrior? Megumi's lips twisted in a sour expression as he untangled his limbs and rose to his full stature in one swift movement. Megumi liked to think he was at average height for a boy his age but being around his benefactor made him feel dwarfed and puny. The ten year old shoved his hands into the oversized pockets of his gym shorts and, as quick as a blink of an eye, a massive creature harboring the resemblance of a serpent coiled up at his side.

If Satoru made Megumi look tiny, then the serpentine shikigami made both of them look like mice ready to be devoured. Orochi did not harbor such desires. Mimicking a ball python or kingsnake, it coiled its massive body in a neat, albeit still humongous, configuration flush against Megumi's side. He knew not to display any emotions other than solemnity around his benefactor, so gemstone eyes darted from the gigantic head of his shikigami to the ivory-haired sorcerer.

── ❛ What do you think? ❜

#𝟎𝟕 ten shadows technique . #limitlessscion

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Listening to way too many songs that make me want to write a ton of drabbles and make moody edits.

halp.

#𝟬𝟬 out of curses .

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#𝟬𝟐 the blessing .

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progression of getou suguru (jjk tpmeme pt5)

#𝟬𝟐 nihilistic smile .

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Is that so? Die!

#𝟬𝟐 nihilistic smile . #scarred him in so many ways <3

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Fallen angel

#I think all my favourite characters have a fallen angel version of them . #𝟬𝟐 nihilistic smile .

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Rustling leaves and disturbed twigs — the common child dreaded the horrors of man, of the mention of their corpse appearing in the news or waited with bated breath for the wonderfully imaginary. For Fushiguro Megumi, the simplicity of catching sight of the most simple of animals was a wonder of it own; a spatter of colour in a canvas of black-and-white where black was curses and white was the ordinary trials of surviving. The degree of the disturbance he perceived provided ample evidence regarding the size of the animal approaching. He, more eager than on any of his birthdays, felt as though the drumming of his heart was being restricted between chest cavity and legs.

It was not until a reaper's digits just lightly grazed the flesh of his neck did Megumi realize breath had been halted with severe excitement. Fortunately, the teenager was granted mercy by the creature of the woods which appeared from behind a dense patch of trees like light breaking through murky canopy. He was a plant where his roots only knew the moisture of blood and pallor was the conclusion of a life dominated by darkness. Shadows were his best company, a place of comfort, thus he tended to forget how beautiful illumination could truly be.

If the energy surrounding curses could be considered akin to the stench of rotting meat and feasting maggots, that of his shikigami was akin the quiet and darkness beneath his blankets, and this creature . . this creature @strywoven was an anomaly. The most wonderful kind. He perceived twinkling lights like the florescence given off by lightning bugs, heat waves radiating from ebony surfaces during the peak of summer, and the movement — no, rather the feeling of movement in a crystal-clear stream. He knew of no curse nor a sorcerer capable of carrying such an aura, so . . it was perfectly safe to bridge the space between them, was it not?

Megumi was partially convinced a curse had attacked him before he could even perceive the attack, and he was bordering on a plane between life and death. How else could he explain something so beautiful and good; there were no good things in the world for Fushiguro Megumi. Everything good, such as the presence of his shikigami, came at a stiff price. For once, Megumi indulged. To hell if he was on the brink of death . . the creature with sweet, moist eyes called out to him. The teenager smiled . . actually smiled.

Even though the smile was not tremendous, facial muscles felt a pull, the resistance demonstrated with underuse. The heart of the boy deprived of the sun and accustomed to the blood, it felt completely full and warm in ways only brought forth when around his shikigami. The flower bloomed. He was suddenly very self-conscious, very aware of the dirty and blood upon his body, and hastily wiped palms against his uniform slacks though it did nothing for the blood dotting the bones of knuckles.

── ❛ H-hello. Hi . . Hi there. ❜

Not even at age two was he a giggling and rosy-cheeked toddler, yet now there was a pleased pink hue freckling his face as fingers politely scratched the peach-fuzz between perky ears. One thing was seeing — another thing was touching. Megumi gasped at the sensation, at the feel, at the it's real. He touched with more adamancy though remained polite and gentle above all else. One hand turned into two, and digits followed the shape of the creature's skull to rub about the ears.

── ❛ You're cute. But you already know that, don't you, mm? ❜

Lo’ hush goes the wood , all things sudden in s i l e n c e ( thought yourself alone , did you ? ) .  It makes for a haunting stillness ; no wind , no movement , not even the ever-motion of time seems to challenge the queer presence that pervades this place , holding it h o s t a g e , held transcended within delicate palm unseen.

One must always be vigil , be cautious , for you never know what LURKS & AWAITS your weaker moments ( tell me , boy , what is sweeter to a predator than a bleeding , breaking heart ? ) .  Yet what comes for him is not some monstrous , malevolent spirit , rather instead a GRAND CREATURE whom emerges with g r a c e from the thicket , stepping into the light of the sun , casting itself as if AFLAME ; russet pelt gleaming , glinting with cinder-glow caught ‘neath the fur , like living hearth.  The foliage around it bends a w a y from its apparition , the wood itself MAKING WAY for such an entrance , all leaf and flora paying owed reverence to this ESTEEMED ENTITY .

The wood chants its blessed name , in a way all nature speaks to those who listen : KAËLTYR , KAËLTYR , KAËLTYR .  An ancient verse , incanted deep within the very p u l s e of the earth itself ; a cursed blood immortal , inevitable with STRENGTH & VIRTUE , both.

Every step a beat , a drumming of power struck up from great hooves as the entity strides forward , filling the air with a sense of PEACE & SOLACE .  It comes closer , and closer still , unafraid where most deer would hedge for caution amongst people.  Once near enough , it bows its head towards the boy , mindful of its power , eyes locking in a silent greeting , a seeming s m i l e pulling its velveteen muzzle as it leans forth just enough to press soft nose to his cheek , giving his face a prompting n u d g e , huffing warm breath against his skin , where burning smoke lightly - though harmlessly - whispers from nostrils , burnishing flesh with a gentle tarnish.

Antlered head cants , ears flicking.  It's too-keen eyes seem to be asking the lad : Are you alright ?  Can I help ?  After all , it was his woebegotten energy that had summoned it to his side at all ( & any good god-creature should like to answer the call of the most ill-fated ; he , no different from the mortals it once carried into a blissful eternity in eras bygone ) .

#𝟬𝟖 chimera shadow garden . #strywoven

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#𝟬𝟐 nihilistic smile . #c:

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I need a hug, so

#𝟬𝟐 the blessing . #𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢 i want to see him live . more than anything .