Are you stupid or something? Even

though it’s incomplete, a domain is still a

domain.

MY SHADOW IS EVERYWHERE!!

tenshadowws

tenshadowws

"Let's just get this over with," Atsuya groans, his grievance punctuated by the sharp sound of his blade being unsheathed.

“Took you long enough,” she remarks, tone dry as ever, though the sharpness has dulled now that he’s actually moving. Her gaze shifts past him, scanning the yokocho with practiced precision. The air feels thick with lesser curses—numerous, irritating, but manageable. Annoying more than anything else.

“Don’t get careless just because they’re weak,” she adds, voice steady, slipping fully into her role. “Numbers make up for what they lack in strength. You know that.”

With a small step forward, she raises her hand slightly, cursed energy gathering subtly around her. Her expression tightens—not with fear, but focus.

“We’ll split the flow. You take the left side and cut them down before they start clustering. I’ll handle the ones trying to circle behind.” A brief pause follows, and she glances at him from the corner of her eye.

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

❛ fix me. ❜

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜

❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜

❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜

❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜

❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜

❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜

❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜

mixed bag of sentence starters/dialogue prompts. taken from reedsy.

“i love you.”

“do i know you?”

“do you remember?”

“this section is off limits.”

“we’re closing in ten minutes.”

“this isn’t what i signed up for.”

“this is all my fault.”

“that’s not what i meant.”

“have we met before?”

“are you real?”

“i didn’t mean that.”

“i’ve said too much.”

“i didn’t see that one coming.”

“is nobody going to say it?”

“i wish we could stay here forever.”

“it’s all fun and games.”

“i can’t say it.”

“you can’t run forever.”

“we have all the time in the world.”

“you’ve got this.”

“that shouldn’t be there.”

“i think someone’s listening.”

“i think someone’s watching.”

“we’re not alone.”

“i’m free!”

“maybe in another life.”

“rome wasn’t built in a day.”

“it’s the thought that counts.”

“i feel alive.”

“speak now.”

“so, what’s the catch?”

“it’s mine, and you can’t have it!”

“houston, we have a problem.”

“let’s go for a walk.”

“thank you for that.”

“i’ve got a plan.”

“move aside.”

“i’m here to investigate a crime.”

“you didn’t come to the funeral. why?”

“oh my god. don’t say that!”

“quick! act surprised!”

“are you absolutely sure that your plan is foolproof?”

“come here.”

“truth or dare.”

“tell me something i don’t know.”

“is that… is that blood all over you?”

“right, i’m leaving now.”

“when has listening to you EVER worked out well for me?”

“don’t do that.”

“no, you can’t have my number.”

“i’d rather you just tell me.”

“did you also hear a knock on the door?”

“you’re not looking your best today. what happened?”

“[he/she/they] did it first.”

“well, don’t just stand there! do something!”

“run! run now!”

“hey. someone’s on the phone for you.”

“you’ll never know unless you try.”

“thank you, god. thanks an awful lot.”

“this is my worst nightmare.”

Her gaze slid toward Satoru, irritation flickering across her expression at the casual grin he wore, as though the oppressive atmosphere meant nothing at all. With a small motion she brushed his hand from her shoulder, though there was less bite in the gesture than usual—her attention already shifting back to the building ahead.

❝ You make it sound like it’s a walk in the park, ❞ Utahime muttered, adjusting the sleeve of her uniform as cursed energy quietly gathered beneath her skin.

For a moment she stood still, listening. The wind rattled loose metal somewhere inside the structure, and the air trembled faintly with the curse’s presence.

Her posture straightened. ❝ Fine. ❞

The word left her with quiet resolve as her eyes sharpened, fear pushed firmly into the background. Utahime stepped forward, positioning herself beside him now instead of behind.

❝ But don’t expect me to just stand there while you do everything. I’ll handle support and keep its movements in check. ❞ Her gaze flicked briefly toward him, stern and focused.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐎  𝐀  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊  𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐃,  though  for  one  reason  alone:  the  glimmer  of  anticipation  that  inhabited  his  smirk,  bright  enough  to  reach  even  his  cerulean  stare     —     visible  if  his  eyes  were  not  obscured  by  the  ever-present  veil  of  black  cloth.  With  the  thrill  of  an  impending  fight  tingling  at  the  tips  of  his  fingers,  his  foremost  hope  was  for  a  challenge     —     a  chance  to,  for  once,  go  all  out  and  surrender  to  the  intoxicating  rush  of  adrenaline  and  cursed  energy. 

Her  defiance  was  equally  misguided  as  he  internally  feared  his  own  excitement  to  be;  his  intentions  entirely  good-natured  until  briskly  brushed  aside  by  unceremonious  fingers  and  the  curt  attitude  he  had  long  since  grown  familiar  with.  Now  that  she  had  unknowingly  stoked  his  natural  inclination  to  drive  her  up  the  wall,  Satoru  merely  chuckled  in  response  to  her  authoritative  declaration,  his  obscured  gaze  following  her  as  she  marched  ahead  with  stubborn  resolve. 

❝   I  never  said  you  had  to  sit  back  and  watch,  did  I?   ❞   A  rhetorical  question,  for  he  certainly  had  not     —     yet  Utahime  seemed  wholly  invested  in  her  preconceptions,  steadfast  in  the  convictions  she  had  already  formed  about  how  he  would  handle  the  situation…  which,  oddly  enough,  bothered  him  an  indisputable  amount.  ❝   If  you’re  so  insistent  on  marching  ahead,  fine  by  me.   ❞   A  lazy  shrug  followed.  ❝   Ladies  first.   ❞   

The corner of her mouth twitched—not quite a smile, but close enough to betray that she’d caught the challenge hidden beneath his tone. ❝ Oh, don’t worry. I fully intend to. ❞ Her steps came to a halt for a moment as she turned toward Satoru, one brow lifting in mild amusement despite the faint irritation lingering in her expression.

❝ But since you’re feeling so generous today… ❞ she continued, folding her arms briefly, ❝ how about we make this interesting? ❞ A small pulse of cursed energy flickered at her fingertips before fading just as quickly. ❝ Whoever exorcises it first wins. ❞ Her gaze narrowed slightly, the competitive spark now unmistakable.

❝ And before you say anything—no ridiculous techniques meant to flatten the entire area just so you can claim victory in three seconds. ❞ Utahime tilted her head, clearly daring him to argue.

❝ Try fighting like a normal sorcerer for once. If you can manage that, Gojo. ❞ With that, she turned back toward the curse’s presence, confidence settling in her posture as she resumed walking.

DROLL LAUGHTER DRIZZLES from his lips. An effort is made — albeit a poor one — to muffle the sound against the back of his hand, though hindsight warns him he may regret laughing at all. His leisurely spread across a bench shifts minimally; lithe fingers rake back through strands of spun ebon. "Careful. You might have jinxed it. Isn't that usually when you're most likely to?" Suguru quips, wild amethyst eyes now fixed to her as he ties his hair back.

“You’re awfully amused for someone who hasn’t done anything yet,” she remarks, casting him a sideways glance.

Watching him gather his hair back earns a small shake of her head, the tension in her shoulders easing just a little at his suggestion.

“I doubt resting would magically stop it,” Utahime admits after a moment, voice quieter now. “If anything, I’d just end up staring at the ceiling and thinking about all the work I’m missing.”

Her gaze lingers on him briefly before she adds, a bit more lightly this time—