archived.

an endless cycle of exorcism and consumption.

                    exorcise.                                              consume.

      it’s a taste that nobody knows.             it’s the taste of a curse.

independent selective ge.to sug.uru from juj.utsu kai.sen portrayed by: ash est. nov. 25, 2021

“Hey!” 

Suguru would immediately be met with his fierce interjection. “I never said that. Don’t put words in my mouth.“ Satoru Gojo? Murder? Why, what kind of ruthless villain did he think he was? He made a face, sticking his tongue out, more disgruntled than guilty. 

“I’d get in so much trouble. I bet Yaga wouldn’t even let me keep your gameboy.” 

There was a thoughtful pause- just enough to have a proper sulk, before he was chirping up again with renewed energy. 

“Besides, I wouldn’t kill you with a rock. That’s boring. Leave it to you to come up with something stupid like that.”

       “You’re the one that said it.” No one else had planted the idea of murder by rock except for Satoru, and if there is even an inkling of bad murder happening, through practice and considering it is a crime, Suguru would have something to say about it. Crossing his arms over his chest, he inhales deeply and sends a frown in his friend’s direction. “Why would you even want that thing? It’s old, anyway. Haibara dropped it the other day and the backing broke off, so I had to tape it back on for now. Kinda thought about letting him keep it since he plays it more than I do.” Or getting a new one. Whichever happened first, and if his parents were willing to send money for him to buy another one. Usually, he just kept things until they were completely broken and beyond use. 

grimmjow is   well aware    of the danger this man posed,   a danger that could unravel and destroy the very fragments of his hollow existence.  and yet,  he doesn’t relent in the slightest.  he is nearly chest to chest with him now as grimmjow leans down and gives that rare exhale of wraith-like breath against the other man’s lips and cheek.   ❛    from where i`m standin`,  i’ve got   plenty   of position to say whatever the hell i want to you.   in fact,  i think you might actually enjoy what i could do to you right now.    ❜     there is a deep,  cruel sort of chuckle that bubbles up from within his chest like thickened mud.

       A threat and a challenge were a dangerous combination, but he doesn’t mind, doesn’t care as much for his well-being when he is all god complex and unafraid to die. What Geto sees before him is an annoyance and a challenge to his temple’s statues. He feels no fear when distance is lessened nor when breath that is more death than life touches his skin. “Do you?” Laughter joins Grimmjow’s as Geto places a hand on their chest, curiously walking his fingers lower. “You’ve forgotten that the ground you want on doesn’t belong to you. The statues you’ve broken, the chaos you’ve made just by being here — I’ve let it go, y’know. I think that’s generous.” It is for one of two reason: Grimmjow could be useful to him one day under the proper control, and for the second, Geto keeps to himself. 

winds the glitter sticky hand back up

why don't you be good and just lay down before you REALLY get hurt -