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MUNDAY INFO.
𝟘𝟙 | NAME/ALIAS / isa / jia! whatever floats ur boat :^)
𝟘𝟚 | BIRTHDAY / may 31st.
𝟘𝟛 | ZODIAC SIGN / gem sun, aqua moon & sag rising. yes my big 3 are perfect, no i’m not taking any criticism.
𝟘𝟜 | HEIGHT / 170cm.
𝟘𝟝 | HOBBIES / writing (ALLEGEDLY.), baking, doing nail art, cafe-hopping, sending snail mail letters, shopping, collecting lip products & skincare.
𝟘𝟞 | FAVOURITE COLOUR / purple & blue.
𝟘𝟟 | FAVOURITE BOOK / oh man... i don’t read much now but i remember reading totto-chan as a kid. very emotionally damaging. i loved the percy jackson novels then & tbh? still do
𝟘𝟠 | LAST SONG LISTENED TO / ive’s love dive.
𝟘𝟡 | LAST FILM/SHOW WATCHED / going to you at a speed of 493km!
𝟙𝟘 | INSPIRATION FOR MUSE / i love shoko. when i first saw her in the anime i audibly gasped & my friends laughed at me. also just love having muses in healthcare #represent and felt like her character is/was very often relegated to being a third wheel in sashisu & wanted to explore the more complicated dynamics/emotions tied to it!
𝟙𝟙 | STORY BEHIND URL / she buries her friends. ya. was listening to a lot of billie eilish when i was making her blog.
tagged by: @umbarae (thank u!!)
tagging: anyone who wants to do it! ♡
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ok getting back 2 ims n plots now.. drafts will have to wait because i just started school n am dead on my feet :P BUT i would love to talk about shoko / ur muse so 💗 hmu on disc / wtv !!!!!
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So what is it about unrequited love that’s so sad?
SOUNDTRACK #1 (2022)
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— Go back. I’ll go to school.
— Hold on. Since we’re here, let us wish you good luck.
TU TONTAWAN as GORYA, NANI HINRUNKIT as MJ & WIN METAWIN as KAVIN
Ep. 16 | F4 THAILAND: BOYS OVER FLOWERS (2022), dir. O Patha Thongpan
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umbarae:
@buryurfriends / 𝙸𝙴𝙸𝚁𝙸 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝙺𝙾
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . all that is left is fire and destruction , a hellscape made within the city of tokyo . for once she’s thankful for the adrenaline that courses through her veins and keeps her alive . manami refused to die like this . her dress clings to her selfishly , the blood and burnt fabric pressing into her like shrapnel every time she walks . in the distance she sees the encampment . it’s on the opposite side and yet she’ll take the risk of asking for help . ( shameless , desperate to see another day ) the sorcerer would take the risk , especially since she was already close to death’s doorstep . it feels like forever until she reaches the area , a trail of blood left in her wake and puddling beneath her as she pushes the door open . already she can see yaga on the defensive , the woman beside him only perking up at the presence of someone else there .
manami remembers her from what seems so long ago . they were close in age and had crossed paths back when she had attended kyoto prefectural . shoko was also one of getou’s closest friends at the time ; she’d heard about her in passing back when getou was still alive . ❛ you can kill me now if you want . i don’t care . ❜ her words are apathetic yet filled with barefaced truth . she was a fool to think that the thing inhabiting getou’s body cared about her former master’s will for a better world , a world without the weakness of non - sorcerers . her voice is weak but still effortlessly relaxed , ❛ shoko - san , it’s been years since we last saw each other . we were just students back then . but i believe i did see you briefly back at kyoto last year doing the same thing when i was there . ❜
Ieiri Shoko is a full-grown woman who does not need to be babysat.
Ieiri Shoko is currently being protected (read: babysat) by her boss.
They’re currently (one-sidedly) exchanging ideas as to why it’s so oddly quiet. Shoko wagers Satoru’d busted out somehow and was currently redefining what carnage meant, and that he’d be popping his shock of white hair into the tent any minute now. Her ex-teacher’s too tense to entertain her. Fine by her— she’s great at entertaining herself. A skill perfected from when she’d been in high school.
Shoko’s midway through her analysis when she sees Principal Yaga’s body turn, immediately shifting to protect her, and a wave of deja vu rushes over her. Her second year and her first Goodwill Event, she’d spent most of her time peeking over one of her classmates’ shoulders as they carted her out of undesirable situations and she yelled expletives at their opponents from Kyoto.
Speak of the devil, and he will appear.
Suda Manami staggers through the door, and the rancid stench of burnt flesh greets Shoko before Manami does. Her grip on the scalpel she’d been doing spinning tricks with doesn’t loosen or tighten, though she does get to her feet.
One thing she learns from her years in the field: people always care.
She’s never been the biggest people person, but Shoko’s heard countless deathbed confessions. Secrets people had literally carried to their graves, and of those, many of regret. They’re brave, right up until the last moment.
Manami’s always been braver. Much more than people give her credit for. But Manami’s also a liar, because she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t care. “I won’t.” I don’t know if he will, though. Shoko leaves the thought unsaid, her companion’s clearly defensive stance doing the talking for her. She’s not callous— she doesn’t feel the need to threaten Manami, not when she’s come to them knowing full well she might be killed on the spot.
Shoko’s definitely not above a jab, though. She knows what the older means, but Shoko’s really not above being snide. “We weren’t doing the same thing, no. Far from it, actually.” Her tone’s neutral, but her words are a sharp reminder they’re on different sides. Then and now.
“What are you doing here, Suda-san?”
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when audre lorde said “you need to reach down and touch the thing that’s boiling inside of you and make it somehow useful.”
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infinitxes:
for @buryurfriends, continued from here
“You were never this nice.” Satoru made a weak attempt at a good-natured scowl. Adept as he’d once been at putting up facades, the expression he conveyed now was watered down and fatigued, a visual alteration to fit the uncharacteristically muted quality to his voice.
“Never.” He reaffirmed, eyes tracking her idly through the billowing clouds of steam. “Not in school, and definitely not after we graduated.”
Shoko’s efforts hadn’t gone entirely to waste. Despite his outwards inclination towards flippancy, Satoru wouldn’t take for granted his stroke of fortune- that she’d been the one to happen across him, collapsed across those bloodied subway tiles.
With her experience and patient attendance, the initial bleeding and soft tissue damage had been easy enough to fix. Yet, scald scars lingered to form a messy arrangement which ringed his torso; an inflamed bouquet of angry, telling streaks and blotches of purple and green, intrepid mementos that he’d borne from the maw of the Prison Realm as it had seized him.
He’d thought once that Suguru’s death had marked an end to their trio. It had been in his mind, a coveted end to a narrative of interminable length, one which had only stretched on tediously since they’d resigned to scrawl the dregs of an unfinished prologue together in Shinjuku. Evidently, fate nurtured far more twisted plans. Shoko might have had the luxury to reminisce, but Satoru’s mind was occupied solely by the events of that night in Shibuya; haunted endlessly by the sight of Suguru’s corpse, as well as the miracle of his own narrow escape.
“Aw. You remembered.”
Satoru cracked a tight smile, apathetically prodding at one of the foam trays with a pair of bamboo chopsticks. He felt dull, worn out from the strain of recuperation and nights spent lying awake. Regardless, he plucked a soybean roll from its packaging and dropped it into the water, more for show than anything else.
“I sincerely hope you’re not just going to sit there and watch me eat.”
Her retort is a simple “And?”
It’s odd, treading so carefully on the fine line between kindness and pity with him. Shoko knows Satoru has no need for pity. The ones he cuts down with a single gesture, perhaps. It’s their misfortune that they had to face off against and get annihilated by the greatest sorcerer of their time, and for that, she offers condolences. Utters prayers to gods she doesn’t believe in to see them safely to the other side, as she pulls the white sheet over their faces for the last time.
She never prays for the living.
(That’s untrue, actually.
She prays once, in recent memory.
She watches the unnervingly unsteady rise and fall of his chest, accessory muscles working overtime during respiratory distress, and tells God, Buddha, whatever, she’ll donate half of her paycheck to the relevant religious organisation if Satoru lives.
Shoko splits it 3 ways to the temples and churches near her when he makes it though the night.)
“You didn’t need my kindness, then.” Her kindness, her curse to bear; same difference. Seeing her colleagues’ corpses on the autopsy tables, when just a week ago she’d been sending them off with lozenges and cough syrup. Her classmate’s torso just about in shreds, and her, the ever-patient seamstress. Practiced hands systematically and steadily piecing him back together like she’s doing a puzzle, fitting the seams together and patching them up with reversed cursed technique.
That’s the one thing she knows best. Not kindness, not pity. Ieiri Shoko does her job, and she does it well.
God, she hates her fucking job.
Hates being the only one who can fix people. Hates not being able to. “How could I not, asshole? You finished the entire box on your own. Selfish bastard. This is why you didn’t deserve my kindness then.”
She hopes she can fix Satoru. “Fucking raccoon.” Dunks two pieces of beef into the stew, and puts one on her plate, and the other on her companion’s plate.
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i live. also getting back to messages n replies in a bit 🥰
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"I must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me."
[satoru, post-shibuya AU??]
"I'm always nice." Hand on her chest, she offers Satoru a sage nod. It’s not so much a halo around her as much as it is steam from the hotpot they’re having for dinner--- Shoko’s culinary skills may not be quite up to scratch, but even she can buy the right ingredients and broth base.
“Plus, this is for my own benefit. The quicker you recover, the better. Won’t have to spend so much on food.” She eyes the spread in front of them, most of which she knows will go right into the fridge as leftovers.
The Satoru from high school would’ve been able to finish everything on the table and then some. She’s never really been much for sentiment, but she’s been doing a lot of reminiscing, lately.
(She loses the game of rock-paper-scissors; of course Satoru’s never lost once, damn his Six-Eyes.
It’s a cold winter night, perfect for the hotpot they’re having, and they’d finished all the food and drink she’d bought. A valuable lesson: never underestimate the appetites of teenage boys, or you’ll have to make the long trek to the 24-hour minimart near your school’s dorms and buy more ingredients.
Her breath comes out in little white puffs, and Suguru offers her a cigarette. Satoru gags and pointedly makes a show of walking in front of them as she lights it. He’s always been the more straitlaced one in their trio--- not that that was hard, when he was beside Shoko and Suguru.
They end their night up on the roof, hotpot ingredients long forgotten, in favour of the six-pack of fruit beer Shoko’d shoplifted. Satoru’s ears and cheeks are rosy in stark contrast to his white hair, and Shoko beans a hotpack at him.)
The stew bubbles and a drop of hot tomato broth that lands on her wrist reminds her that there’s never been much use in indulging in sentiment. “Finish what you can. I bought your favourite.”
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just started a new job so i will be a little slow </3 hmu on dis/cord though!
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𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!
DIALOGUE PROMPTS.
“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “
“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “
“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “
“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “
“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “
“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “
“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “
“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “
“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “
“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “
“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “
“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “
“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “
“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “
“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “
“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “
“ we need to get you to a hospital… “
“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “
“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “
“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “
“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “
“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “
“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “
“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “
“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “
ACTION PROMPTS.
as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!
[ CARRY ]: having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.
[ TILT ]: the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.
[ PULL ]: sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.
[ WAIST ]: sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.
[ BACK ]: sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.
[ HAIR ]: while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.
[ TEND ]: sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.
[ LEAN ]: the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.
[ SUPPORT ]: the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.
[ PUSH ]: the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.
[ COAT ]: sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.
[ BLANKET ]: just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.
[ AWAKE ]: the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.
[ TOGETHER ]: when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )
[ BANDAGE ]: the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.
[ DRAG ]: unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.
[ TOUCH ]: the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.
[ CLEAN ]: the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.
[ PRIORITY ]: when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.
[ PROMISE ]: before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.
[ BROKEN ]: after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?
[ TRAPPED ]: after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.
[ RESCUE ]: the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.
[ FOUND ]: after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.
[ HOPE ]: just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.
[ CLING ]: having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–
[ TEARS ]: having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.
[ SACRIFICE ]: knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.
#ask game.#starters.#ok yum… post/mid-shibuya methinks#ok to send in even if we haven’t plotted / have something else going on!
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Honey Girl, Morgan Rogers | Dante and Virgil in Hell, William Adolphe Bouguereau | Wishbone, Richard Siken | Dante and Virgil in Hell, William Adolphe Bouguereau | The Smaller Evil, Stephanie Kuehn
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“spear” elizabeth acevedo // “atonement” dir. joe wright // “go home” julien baker
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When @yokaiguru finally, finally, finally turns up, Shoko is a completed word search and 3 drinks in.
She’s never been the most patient person, and she knows well enough by now that Geto’s missions very often keep him overtime. They’ve known each other long enough there’s no place for politeness between the two of them, and Shoko’s never been one to bother with those sort of manners, anyway.
“You’re not dead.” She greets, adeptly opening a bottle against the edge of the table and sliding it to his side of the table. They’re sat in his room, Mimiko and Nanako fast asleep. “Get injured? Don’t you dare ask me to babysit and heal you.” As always, her bark’s worse than her bite, and her eyes are already taking stock of the injuries he’s sustained, figuring out which can be healed and which require her actual medical expertise.
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she is a tall woman, long chestnut brown hair with roots growing in usually left down. the times it's not, it's in an unkempt ponytail or a messy bun that looks like it was supposed to be neat. sometimes in a white lab coat that signifies her status as a doctor, but usually with monochromatic clothes underneath. always with dark bags under her eyes that stand out starkly from how pale her skin is.
her shopping list is... concerning, to say the least.
cigarettes, alcohol, and the occasional sweets she wrinkles her nose at. she’s sometimes accompanied by the kids from the religious school nearby, and buys them instant ramen and lunchboxes. tells them impassively to eat healthier, as she slides 2 packs of cigarettes over to you, and they chortle, telling them that it’d be ‘nice, if we were all like you, ieiri-san!’
#headcanon.#idk !!! just rly wanted to write a lil!!!! gonna get to mssgs now <3#pov ur the cashier near the convenience store at tjh ig
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