#fallesto

[swordduels]

He is sitting there, minding his own business as well, wanting to get away, but knowing by the time he reaches the gate, he will be a donkey once more, so he is trapped here, with them, around himself nothing other than idiots as well on every single possible level. “Tsh.” As he rolls his eyes and would eat the apples that had been chopped up, he did not wish to see her, or anyone else, he wanted to be left alone, to work, which was to do nothing at all, he had his human body back, he was content, but escape, was impossible for him, as he would feel the itch for the moment and his ears would twitch. “Ugh!” Why, what had he done right now, what had he done this time, what had he done to deserve this as his ears had stretched and sat upon the top of his head, again, once again the proud set of jackass ears, why! Because he stole the apples, or because he killed the visitors that came here, which was it this time around, can he be left alone and not become a mule, could she leave him alone for that!

Circe had been bored out of her mind ever since Clarimonde decided to turn back to her precious farm. There was so much potential for chaos and mayhem since the gates were wide open for everything to pass through. It was somewhat amusing to witness the accidental moments when magic was performed but other than that she was dissapointed.

She had offered to be a teacher but Clarimonde had been so busy. Building things. Visiting families. Act as a teacher. Holding rituals. Giving orders. Having children, yuck. That snotty baby and the adopted twins took away even more time that could be spent to learn magic.

She did admire the effort of building a cult but they could be so much more.

Circe believed this day would have the same old pattern of everyone waking up, having a meal and doing chores. But she soon found out something had changed. After swirling around Clarimonde she returned to see Regulus back in human form. Feasting on apples while piles of bodies had colored the floor.

Oh dear. This was unexpected and troubling...

The witch swirled towards him. "Hmm. I see you havent quite turned back." She stated whole looking at his donkey ears before sitting down beside him. "So, what is your plan now?" Clarimonde had done something right when making a barrier to keep him from leaving by turning back into a donkey. They also managed to put protective spells on themself and the children.

The question was, was it enough?

He was still a dangerous force and people had already been sacrificed to his whims. She didn't mind violence or blood but a man child such as Regulus truly didn't deserve such incredible powers.

No. She wanted a fierce witch to rise above petty men to make them bleed and beg for forgiveness. Circe wanted someone like Clarimonde to give into rage, become a master and take away their dignity.

Clarimonde had to survive...

"You did make quite a mess in here and since you killed these ones, their loved ones will wonder where they went. Then there will be more people arriving to search for them. Not to mention people who are trying to prepare the very food you are eating or those who come to pray in your honor." For once she wasn't spitting out insults or spoke in a condecending tone. Instead she was calm and collected.

"What do think will happen if you keep killing people like this?"

@fallesto

#Fallesto #Circe speaks #The donkey King returned x3

[bvd11975]

@fallesto from x.

"But don't flaws teach you how to utilize better ways to create your characters? Wouldn't that make flaws worth embracing?" White gloved fingers laced with one another before herself as she eyed the threat she had been dispatched to investigate. "You could use your cheat codes to give your creations all that they need, but they'll never possess the experience of obtaining it for themselves. I'd think, someone with an imagination like yours would know the importance of experience and the information it provides."

Her amber gaze lowered a moment, the faintest of smiles upon her lips. "I ask you then, sir, what makes life worth living in your opinion?"

#fallesto #rps

[estarion]

tfw his ‘biggest fan’ is his worst enemy…

#[ wot thy fock ] #fallesto

[dionidai]

❛  what has happened in your life that made you like this?  ❜

   the mage occupied both his hands and eyes with the… concoction he was stirring together.   a remedy of the isles, it was, not overly pleasant to the nose but soothing for the body, sweetened with wild honey.   do not ask how he managed to get his hands on it, the bees loathe him.   which is to be expected, considering he stole their food.   “i don’t think i understand.”

he reached for thyme next, crumbling the petals into the metal net.   “everyone on this plane has suffered.   and everyone beyond it as well, i’d assume.” asyrn hovered two fingers above the cup after taking out the net with the lumped together leaves of various different plants.   the water followed the motion of his fingers circling in the air, dimly glowing with a pale blue as they were.   he muttered something under his breath, the words foreign and distinct from the common speech.

  “what makes you think there’s something peculiar about my pain?” he gripped the cup from above the tea line before approaching the table, setting it down after taking a seat himself.   “what has happened in your life to have made you like this?” 

forty random questions.

#* ──── 𝐚𝐬𝐲𝐫𝐧 » answered . #fallesto #homeboy really said uno reverse card

[ladysunbite]

@fallesto || x

A broken heart? "Does it mean his beloved perished during the siege? Was she fatally wounded? Is Regis with him?" verily, it was easy to call her unfeeling and distant, yet she understood that particular pain. Especially, if it was not an end caused by nature, but a brutal, senseless one. Oh, Orianna wished bitterly, that that night of all nights she was a shallow, simple monster the witcher painted her to be. As for Dettlaff - he was a true culprit of her loss, not the maddened garkain they had just buried, along with six, small bodies.

She should have gone for garkain's head herself, to quench the blinding, bright anger - at her old friend, at her little ruva, at the foolish witcher at her side. "The garkain killed the children that were mine. For such an offence I was in the right to ask for his life. Even a human law would give me such satisfaction. So would have I claimed the head of that bastard, who abandoned those he was..." fighting the urge to massage her eyelids, the sun-eyed lowered her arms in front of herself, a gesture graceful and regal. "...but I smell his blood and that of his wife upon your clothes, witcher. Justice is triumphant and properly served." There was no reason for her to seek an approval of the famed white wolf, he was clearly much less endowed with an open, quick mind then Regis painted him to be. Yet their sharp and sour conversation provided her with another thing she was in need of, besides clarity. Stalling for time. Like a beggar. She did not want to return inside the ravaged house, she did not want to uphold justice, which she praised so highly in her stately speech. She must cease to be sentimental and weak. Law was law, it was one of the earliest, crucial ones and her children followed it, and were protected by it. "We clearly perceive a heart differently. I judge its presence by actions, not by hollow words," a hairpin into his side. How dared he to condemn her? How dared he to speak as if it was his right to decide Dettlaff's punishment? He himself was ignorant of laws and customs of the land. Deprived even of a collected, impartial, cold state of mind!

"I see, you must be worried about your payment. Follow me inside, and you shall get your coin for digging the graves, master witcher. As well as the fulfillment of my promise to you," politeness laced with poison. If not by the claws and fangs, let her ravenous wrath be sated by another, haughty kind of cruelty.

"But be quite. Antoine had just fallen asleep, and a good rest is essential for his recovery," another slip. Clearly, she was exhausted, in spite of her best efforts. Although, there was no reason why she should guard the names of her children from a stranger, who would not see the rising sun again. The white wolf was merely sniffing for a bigger pouch of gold, certainly promised to him by the Duchess. There was the true reason behind his offended virtious, kind heart. Was it the reason why Regis send his so called "friend" to a certain death?

#lullaby of woe (ladysunbite rp answers) #fallesto

[whirling-fangs]

@fallesto || cont.

“I think you misunderstand a great deal. I no longer care about any of you. I have given you, nothing other than the necessary time, the space, the resources and the power. To act freely within the land to carry out two simple requests in return for this generosity. Yet here we are, centuries have passed and the balance I wished for, the unchanged state that was promised, has not been delivered to me. I expected little from the lower moons, but for upper moons. I am not angry, I am not disappointed, I am merely .. indifferent to you all now. I have given you, everything that you all wished for and there has been nothing given back to me. I am not surprised, in my eyes, you are nothing more than children, I cannot possibly expect, anything grand from a single one of you.”

Something definitely broke inside Kiba's poor little heart. He was too loyal to the Lord to dare attack him, but the snarl that curled at his lips betrayed his fleeting thought.

"You can't say you gave me time! The others have been around for so long that the humans they used to know are all long dead! But I haven't done everything I can yet! I'm still learning!"

He was admitting a form of weakness, a rare occurence from the arrogant young one. Yes, he was still learning. He still wasn't perfect. The rank in his eyes had been carved out so freshly... how could the Lord have expected any results in such short notice?

"You want the flower and you want the Corps boss dead, right? I found a flower. I know it was all dried up, but it's still more than everyone else did! And I know I can find that stinky human too! I just need to kill more Hashira, and I'm sure he'll show himself! If he's the boss of them, he's gotta be the strongest of all, right?!"

#fallesto #the boar bares its fangs / demon!au

[cursedfortune]

“Happy valentine’s day from your one and only, from the most satisfying existence in the world, the divine being, the strongest of the strong, the greatest of the greats, the man who is changing the world for the better, Sin Archbishop of the Witch Cult, representing Greed, the one you know, the one you adore, the one you love, your perfect husband, Regulus Corneas.”

@fallesto

"I don't think I need to do any complimenting when you've done it all yourself." The witch smushed her cheek into the palm of her hand as her eyebrow raised, "If my husband is perfect, why is it I've heard you giving this same message to every room you visit? If my husband is perfect, surely he'd be more original and personal with his wife."

No, no. Not a wife. She was The Wife, after-all. Did he want to sleep comfortably in her arms tonight or not? Maybe she'd reconsider the spoiling she had planned later if he was going to be so lazy about his own holiday.

Though whether Mortem was jesting or serious she wouldn't so easily make know, her black eyes boring into him. He amused her, at least, even if she wasn't necessarily about his little proclamation this time.

#mortem just 💅🏼unmoved as she eyes him knowingly #fallesto #asks

[xxj0kerxx]

"I cannot imagine you will be able to win." (Gremmy to Kenpachi)

"big words coming out of you. only little shits have big mouths. prove it. all i'm hearing is words coming out of you. should i let you get a free hit in too?"

#j → kenpachi zaraki (interactions) #fallesto

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [here] with @fallesto

Yes, it was lonely and cold. But who was here with her? Who was teasing her about her solitude? No-one? A girl? A woman? She’s beautiful (almost as beautiful as Nunnally), but there’s something about her that Nunnally doesn’t like. Is scared of? No, that’s not really it. It’s odd.

( “Am I sleeping?” ) – Nunnally asks herself – ( “Is that a dream?” )

But it seems so real even if that’s a dream. But it needs to be a dream. How otherwise would that creature know what’s deep inside Nunnally’s heart? She had only told that Regulus (and still not all of that), so how does s h e know? What is she saying? Is she offering to help her? To grant Nunnally’s wish? To make Regulus see her and only her? To truly love her and only her? It feels dangerous. Like a false promise to be accepted; a gentle lure of promising her what she wants... But what would be granted as a wish would be so different. But it is so appealing at the same time. So tempting!

And is that really what Nunnally wants most in the world?  Or is it rather independence? Freedom? But isn't it all connected? She wants Regulus. To sit with him on the throne. The only woman in his life. She could take…no! They could take whatever they wanted together. But Nunnally is cautious. She knows dreams don’t come true. She knows nothing in life is free. She doesn't believe in fairy-tales, fairy god-mothers, heroes, and chivalrous kings. She knows better than that. Life has taught her better. And so has Regulus.

And yes, there comes the payment. What is that the witch wants? How does Nunnally know it’s the witch!? What can she offer her? Her heart, her soul, her body? Her love? She has offered that to Regulus already (not that he knows and not that he even wants to accept her all). She has nothing to give her. And yet does she want to ask? Ask for what she wants?

“Regulus….!” – she wakes up with his name of her lips.

She looks around. Nunnally doesn’t see anyone anymore, but she knows it was n o t a dream. She knows she touched something dangerous. Something that is her? A different her? Her from the past or her from the future? Or yet another power?

Nunnally stands up, grabs the silk gown, and runs outside her chambers. The corridor is cold and empty. Nunnally’s shaking. Her bare feet make almost no sound on the expensive flooring as she runs.

“Regulus…!” – her voice rings in the air. There he is! She runs to him uncertain what she is going to tell him. It was better to stay; to calm down first.

She almost trips on her too long nightdress. She’s finally by his side breathing heavily, but glad she has found him. But still what is she going to tell him?

“My husband…” – she whispers – “I had a bad dream…” – it was not a dream and it was not bad; but she cannot share it with him. Not yet anyway – “I missed you…”

“…in bed…” – she smiles – “Will you walk me back?”

She’s a shivering mess. It’s easy to say something happened. Something more she’s ready to confess.

#regulus #nunnally #fallesto #because it needed the answer #but nun will be there #to talk with echidna #or perhaps make that wish

[cryopathiic-a]

"you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen."

Slender fingers carefully pinched the brush, dusting off a few speckles of white powder littering the jade incense burner. It was a beautiful design, the silver lotus on the lid tainted with speckles of bronze from the use. Next, the shaping mold was laid out on the perfectly smoothed out white dust and there, the agarwood shavings were poured and molded in the shape of the kanji for heaven. With the same care he had applied throughout all his motions, Dōma completes the ritual by lighting a match and quickly igniting the thick line of agarwood formed. And it takes. And then he closes the lid.

And smiles up at the other as the first few pillars of fragrant smoke rise from it.

It's a smile that will disguise how little he had been expecting that comment. But then again, he hadn't expected the request that led up to it either; to keep wearing his human facade after a sermon, in private. Before another powerful demon. Given his views on the matter, it made no sense but... what kind of host would he be to deny his guest's whims?

So he had worn it. His human face. Not a day over twenty, with a head of white gold. But the most notable difference was how softer his features seemed; a gaze stripped of the penetrating glow, as beautiful as it was calming. He even brought back the dusting of freckles over his nose.

So the compliment, in his opinion, was well deserved.

❝ Thank you. ❞ He places the incense aside, to join the scent of candles and lingering smoke that still did so little to disguise the true aromas that had seeped into this room; the pungent mark of bloodspill. But in that moment, between the way the artificial lantern-light hit his mundane features and the thick coating covering his tracks, it all painted a very human picture. Dōma was proficient at that, after all; blending in with them yet never quite on their level. Even in this archaic form he still retained some striking features, after all. Primarily, the notorious set of polychromatic eyes that peered straight into the other's with a darling bat of thick lashes.

He sits back and allows his weight to sink into the pillows. There's that inviting look that's almost hubris when directed towards a superior. But he thinks he's entitled to wear it. Because, that's what he came for, right? That's why he visited, after so much time, and sat through an entire sermon and then requested him in the privacy of his own chamber, as well — surely, that must be his endgoal.

And yet he's sitting there, staring at their exposed, tender flesh like he's seeing oracles on it. The most animated thing about Kokushibo in those moments had been his hair — and that's only because an occasional night breeze slipped past the room's window. Was he bored? Was he lost to deep thought? It was impossible to tell; and the frustration was building in his younger counterpart because of it.

Frankly, Dōma wasn't one to work for things in his life; and he'd already worked so hard for this. So, his tone held the tiniest trace of frustration as he moved to undo the sash of his own robes — since the other wouldn't do it for him, apparently.

❝ But, enough of that now. I thought you were here for a reason? ❞

#(( douma bit off more than he can chew he finally found a man that's too traumatized to partake )) #(( koku vc: do that again. that AmSr thing. do it. )) #fallesto #suggestive tw #♛ ¦ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇꜱ༺ answered #forbidden tw

[swordduels]

A WONDERFUL DAY, TRULY.

The sun was shining, the birds were singing and all was perfect within such a place. A new world, fresh from the shackles of the old, the witch had brought those who wished for a fresh start, away from the chaos and madness of a world that was cracked, breaking like a dropped glass, it was only a mere matter of time until it shattered into endless shards that could not be repaired no matter how much one tried, the only issues with such a movement, to a better world that had not been touched.

A witches duty to nature and the people.

To protect, not destroying, aiding and not harming. An odd thing truly that one sinful being of greed did not understand. Confiding him into a small dwelling within the forest, a new life was not an easy feat, hardly. The urges and needs, wants and wishes, a new cult was calling, a world not graced with sin, so many hearts, so many, all within need for being harmed and then turned into loyal and devoted followers.

Yet that was not the witches intentions.

An argument, a fight, with insults thrown, from sin to witch, about the needs and wants, of promises made true, of his power and dangers of such a thing that can befall any who crosses him, and a witches concern of a partner who will undo balance and bring endless death, the need to protect and not harm him, to say he acted like a ass, a jackass was an understatement, and she could not have him harming anyone or going to the villages nearby, so she only did a curse, to limit him, into a form that cannot harm any.

Come the morning, she could hear it, the routine as perfect as ever, he would be within the gardens, of this endless forest, trying to figure out a way through to people, always the same, he goes through and comes back defeated and this time, when the wife would step out, it would not be the white haired partner she was linked towards, rather something else in full turn, a white furred, jackass, a donkey standing there, fully unaware of what has happened to it and how much.

It has been cursed to learn a lesson.

(Blame Mort hijinks and stupidity threads of nonsense)

Clarimonde thought the world was a beautiful paradise with lush trees and forests. Their family and friends danced and sang together while blessing nature itself. Father sun and mother moon became their chosen deities. The elders told stories about darkness that seemed like fantasy. Each day was happiness with warmth. It was all about love, dancing and working the fields or sewing clothes. They sewed clothes for everyone in the community but also made some for trading with other communities. Though no one raised an eye whenever anyone walked naked as humans are animals as well. 

Years passed by and Clarimonde grew older. There was still peace among their people. At least it felt peaceful until Clarimonde’s mother told her it was time to chose a husband to bring offspring. A husband? For the first time she felt something other than warmth inside. It was something close to jump into cold water. On some level they knew why it was nessesary to find a husband. How else would the blood lines continue if there were no children brought to inhabit this world? Especially in this case were Clarimonde was the only child. Women were supposed to build families. It was her duty. So why did it feel so wrong? 

She had never truly felt like a woman despite everybody saying that was what she was. Trough the years Clarimonde became strong when wrestling with boys and girls for fun. Thinking back to the wrestling there had been a point when one of the boys had been angered by being defeated by a girl. Why was it so bad to be beaten by a girl? Her mother had explained that a man’s duty was to protect women from dangers like wild animals but it wasn’t wrong for a woman to be strong as it would help her give birth to strong children. He had just been a bit silly and perhaps his pride had been crushed. Clarimonde couldn’t see anyone as their future husband. Even less a future of carrying children. They lay awake the whole night while thinking about every possibility. There was this strange urge to hurt someone. It was a seed that had been slowly brewing ever since the mentions of marriage was brought up. How unfair. Clarimonde sighed and decided to get some ear before the morning sun rose. They went out of the hut and met an animal. A donkey with a rather unusual color. While staring at the donkey she walked towards it slowly. “Where did you come from?” It was said in a whisper as her parents were still sleeping inside. One hand moved towards the donkey to carefully touch the head. Was this a sign from mother moon?

“Are you here to give me a purpose?” Clarimonde sat down on her knees to get eye contact. “I was told my duty was to get married and have children. But I don’t fancy anyone. I don’t know if I’m even a woman. I have always wanted to preach. I know every verse, hymn and story by heart but only men are allowed. I’m not allowed to hunt either.” There was a long pause while they looked at the sky which was slowly lit up by the sun. “I want to hurt someone.”

@fallesto

#fallesto #I wasn't prepared for donkey Regulus x') #I wasn't sure what you had in mind but I did an alternative version of Clarimonde's cult #a more wholesome but still sexist cult #Clarimonde

[neonbreakor]

◔ A public wardrobe malfunction (Regulus)

"Bring it on, you drunk piece of shit!" Rune shouts at the man as he stumbles up from his seat. He lumbers towards her, attempting to grab her around her waist in some sort of tackle. But he's sloppy and easy to dodge. And without her to grab onto, he's thrown off balance. And falls into a table. "Finished already?" Rune stands over him, smirking.

A deep red spreads across the man's face and he grits his teeth. His arm shoots up with surprising speed. And his fingers lock around Rune's shirt collar. She hardly has time to try and break free of his grip before he lifts her. "Bitch" He spits at his feet. He adjusts his posture and reels back his arm with her in his hand. And with all the drunk idiot strength in his body, he throws her through the bar wall. And onto the sidewalk outside.

Her head is spinnig. Ears ringing. Body screaming. Rune tries to recover her bearings. She's barely able to sit up and look back at the man who threw her. Eyes widening in horror as she sees the torn off front of her shirt in his hand. He seems just as shocked as her. The rest of the world melts into place. And Rune realizes there's someone under her.

#runeanswers #fallesto #((hope this works. maybe she fell on him lmao

[estarion]

another night and i’ll see you ; another night and i’ll be you

#fallesto #.cAzAdOr #🦇 #🩸 #[ hobag alert ] #.aesthetic

[fruitanddarkness]

@fallesto Continued From: || x ||

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With a simple breeze, the mortal woman was able to tell just how frigid it was beyond the immediate side of this creature... it was safe to assume that Doma's blood demon art had to do with ice and the cold. A twinge of sympathy tugged at Kanae's heart as she hoped the poor creatures and blossoms they passed this night would survive the freeze... poor things. Dragged into this strange and likely deadly encounter against their will. Hopefully, those who could move found shelter far away from this place.

As the odd pair continued to stroll, the thought passed by again; perhaps slaying this demon would be a greater kindness to him and to those around him? Truly, Lady Kocho was not a woman who drew her sword unless she absolutely felt the need to do so... but, there had to be a way. This demon could not continue to exist if human life was to go on without the threat of demons in the night. Alone, it was going to be difficult to fight this one and win. Stalling she could certainly do without her sword, but with so little Doma was able to create a dangerous environment. How easily could this demon kill if he put effort into it...? The thought alone was enough to

That ...was that logic? Or Emotions? Had this demon truly been hurt by the loss of a human he was fond of? Or was it something closer to a child crying over a broken toy...? Perhaps, in that moment, you feel vindicated and avenged by hurting those who have hurt you. But what about after? What pain does that truly heal after the moment has passed...?

"I know. You're not the first person to say something like that to me."

The loss of parents by hungry demons was not an uncommon tale in this land... there was sadness, but it was no longer so grand that it overshadowed any hope for happiness or joy. That was a promise she made that day... to inspire warmth and light for the future alongside her sister. She had been fortunate enough to escape despair as it invaded her home and destroyed her once-normal life... and she certainly was not going to allow it into her home again.

"Doma... I refuse to allow my warmth to be extinguished by the nature of this world. Suffering, tragedy, and sadness are a normal part of life, but I do not allow it to haunt mine." Happiness takes time to build. Chasing such a creature only causes it to stray further and further away from desperate hands.. and those who promise it in exchange for something you have are not to be trusted.

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As Kanae took a moment to enjoy the winter blossoms, she was almost stunned to see the demon move to block her sight from gazing at it further. Her hazy pink eyes widened slightly as not only the realization of how deeply entrenched she was... but, at the further display of a blood demon art before her. The hollow crackling of quickly forming ice echoed shrilly in the air as vines and petals came together to form something quite eye-catching. As much as the Flower Hashira did not want to admit it, the lotus was stunning..!

"For me?" She questioned politely, almost in disbelief as she had to stop herself from reaching out to examine it further. It.. seemed safe enough. Against her better judgment, Kanae took the gift and gazed at it. A serene smile found itself painted on her face as she shifted it between her fingers. Part of her delighted at the fragments of light that had been refracted by the crystal. But again.. the temple was brought up...

"It's beautiful... but I am more than happy with just one. Even if you make a hundred more, or have a thousand more where you reside, this one is far more precious in my eyes. "

Until she saw her crow in sight again, continue to stall. Drag this out as long as it can possibly go without a fight. In this case, return the gift.. find a way to make it special. An idea came rather quickly. With a single hand, Kanae plucked one of her hairpins from the side of her head and gently clipped it onto a lock of that light-colored hair of the other. Praying silently it would be received well.

"...And now you have something too~"

#Tag: RP #Tag: A Rose among Wisteria (Kanae Kocho) #fallesto #(Decided to make a new post for easier to edit reasons <3 #(also don't let him know that Kanae has many backup ones at home bc you bet your ass those get damaged/lost/fly off during fights

[distortedkilling]

@fallesto - continued from here.

It really was her own damn fault he was here so bright and early. At any point she could have tried to kill him but instead there was a usefulness he provided. Like most humans she was greedy and well, he wasn't doing anything with the money that fell out of the pockets of his victims like a turned over piggy bank. Or their bank accounts, for that matter.

Mahito pouted at Mei Mei's words, taking a moment to pause and sniff himself a few times. What was the problem? He smelled like the sewer - it was all purified water down there. Maybe some wet stone and dirt clung to him, sure, but it wasn't that offensive. He had lined up a nice little joke for her to wake up to and she hit him with an insult. Such a rude sorcerer.

The curse groaned silently from where he was perched on the other side of the bed, crouched and looming over her. Shoes on still, even, just to irritate her. But at the comment to use the shower he perked up. In the next moment Mahito was stripped free of his clothes, all of which conveniently scattered across her form on the bed as he ran naked into the bathroom with a laugh. One that echoed loudly because he was right - the bathroom was fancy and expensive, which meant a large bath. The next best thing when he couldn't make it to the hot spring Jogo liked to frequent.

Good luck trying to sleep when he was loudly splashing about in the oversized tub that was no doubt going to be filled to the brim.

#fallesto #rps #mei mei: shut up and go away #mahito: *proceeds to be loud in the next room instead like a good (bad) little curse*

[consumption-ofsins]

❛  act natural.  ❜ (Gojo)

A chuckle slipping out from the second year’s lips, his hand coming up to adjust the collar of his outfit.

“I know, I know- there’s no need to tell me, Satoru.”

A gentle reminder from him, a hand coming up to open the doors to the rather fancy-looking restaurant, bright lights momentarily blinding him as music flows into his ears, setting the mood for the customers.

A pair of eyes, located at a faraway table, catch Suguru’s- the cursed spirit manipulator feeling a bit of tenseness ring into his shoulders.

Two more.

Three in total, all of them containing cursed energy refined enough to be a sorcerer.

Yet, they lack the uniform that most Jujutsu Sorcerers wear; most likely, they’re out for the bounty.

“Satoru,” Suguru’s voice lowers to a murmur, the teen stepping closer to his friend to allow him to hear.

#JWJDKEJDJWKJFBFDNDNENEKDJGJKEJFJD /pos #[ || A RIGHTEOUS MINDSET || ] #[ || LET’S CURSE EACH OTHER… || ] #fallesto