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"You don't read--" jewel didn't know if that was true or not, and it didn't matter.

Soft Touch Meme | Accepting | @localcryptidmuses 013.  give them food . + 002.   kiss their cheek .

It's nice to go on a mission, go out in the field again. More than that, it's exciting to see Yuta at work as a full-fledged sorcerer. Two special grades together is wholly unnecessary but Gojo insists, a chance to mentor like old times— though after Shinjuku, there's a connection deeper than that between them, even if it's largely unaddressed.

But his first day back is mostly spent alone in his room: resting, trying to fight off a persistent headache, feeling irritable, and generally just feeling off. He supposes he's due for a day like this after having a string of good ones. No one hears from him until evening, when he realizes he hasn't eaten all day.

[TXT] Do you have food? I'm hungry and don't want to cook.

Gojo's not sure what to expect; a snack, maybe. But when Choso arrives a bit later, he smells it before he even sees it, perking up and sitting up straighter in bed as he rounds the corner, carrying a tray with what looks to be homemade food.

"Wow, the room service here has really gotten fantastic!" He manages to joke like normal, just with less energy. He remembers something as Choso comes near, and reaches over and grabs the bed tray folded up against the side of the bed, opening it and setting it over his lap. Pressing his hands together, his throat emits an intrigued and pleased hum as he leans forward to look over the food placed before him.

"Ooh, you brought me dinner! It smells delicious." Now that something's in front of him, his appetite suddenly seems to be kicking into high gear, like his body's finally recognizing how hungry it actually is. "I can't believe you dropped everything to cook me a meal. You must really like me." Or he's just being nice. Regardless, Gojo's aware it's more likely Choso was already cooking when he texted. But he's grateful, even thinks to say thank you with a little more sincerity as he reaches for his chopsticks, but before he can...

Choso kisses his cheek.

It takes him a second to register what's happened, frozen with food halfway to his lips, and before he can even properly react, Choso seems to be trying to flee the scene. "... Huh?" His cheek's pleasantly tingling and the guy responsible is speed walking away. "Huh? Hey, get back here! You can't just do that and run away! You didn't even give me a chance to say thank you yet."

Not haunted, Kaz knew what haunted felt like. Haunted had weight. Memory. Attachment. This felt… constructed. Like something wearing the shape of a city rather than belonging to it.

His motorcycle rolled to a stop beneath a flickering streetlight that couldn’t decide whether it wanted to exist. Kazuya didn’t kill the engine immediately. He rarely did when something felt off. And something very much felt off. The man stood a few meters away.

Still.

Patient in a way that didn’t belong to people who breathed. Kazuya finally cut the engine. Silence dropped like a curtain.

He removed his helmet slowly, rainwater sliding through his hair, dark strands clinging to his cheekbones. His eyes lifted, half-lidded, tired, already irritated at whatever this was going to become.

He studied the stranger. At first, it was the obvious things. The posture. The presence. The way the air seemed to hesitate around him. Then the less obvious. The pressure behind the eyes of the world when it tried not to look at him directly.

Kazuya exhaled once, slow. “Fuck---…You’re not dead,” he said quietly.

A pause.

The man didn’t react. That, in itself, was a reaction. Kaz tilted his head slightly, as if adjusting his angle might change what he was seeing. “But you’re not exactly… standing on the same side of the living as I am either.”

The wind moved between them. It sounded too clean. He took a step closer, boots wet against asphalt. Up close, the feeling intensified, like reality had been stretched thin around the stranger and forgotten to snap back into place.

Kazuya’s gaze narrowed slightly.

Not fear. Curiosity, sharpened into something almost clinical.

“You feel,” he murmured, “like something that was made wrong on purpose.” His cigarette burned low between his fingers, forgotten for a moment.

Then, faintly, his mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. Not quite anything safe.

“…I should start charging extra for this,” he added, voice dry, almost amused. “Entities with existential issues and bad timing are not in the base package.” A beat. His eyes flicked over the stranger again, slower this time, measured, lingering just long enough to be annoying on purpose. “…Or is this the part where you tell me you’re tragic and mysterious and I’m supposed to fall in love with the narrative?”

The sarcasm softened at the edges, though the tension in him didn’t.

For the first time that night, his voice dropped out of its usual laziness. “…So what are you?” He looked at the man again, really looked. As if trying to decide whether he was speaking to a curse, a memory, or something that had learned how to wear a human shape without ever understanding it.

Then, quieter, almost to himself:

“Because whatever you are… you’re looking at me like you already know my name.”

"You think I'm crazy? Have you met half your fellow shinigami? What's your freakish scientist's name again? With the fuckin' - he looked like a damn sunflower last I saw him."

"I try not to get too close to most of 'em--especially Kurotsuchi. He's got brains but he's a fashion victim through his bones, if he's even got bones at this point. I don't know what pilots that vessel, only mine."

Munday Meme | Accepting | @localcryptidmuses

😳 ; What is something or someone you have always wanted to write with? i.e. a particular plot, a character, etc.

Sukuna's the big one but honestly... a lot of the JJK cast. Shoko, Nanami, the students (all but especially Yuji, Megumi, and Yuta). I'm also watching Witch Hat Atelier right now and keep looking at Qifrey like 👀 but do I have ideas for any of these? No lol

Not much in the way of plots either. I've wanted to explore Gojo in situations where he feels weak/vulnerable, and I've happily gotten to sprinkle that into post canon interactions. I guess I'd like to write in some of his other verses/AU more but again, in terms of specific ideas/plots, I got nothin'.

🙄 ; What are your biggest pet peeves when it comes to tumblr? 

Sticking to the fandom/RP realm of things: probably when people tag incorrectly, spam tags, or treat fandom/RP related tags like their own personal tags. For example when I go into the jjk rp tag, I'm looking for RP blog promos, not every single post an ask blog makes (no hate to them, I just wish they wouldn't use the tags the way they do). I'm also not super into when I put effort into trying to interact with someone and they show little to no interest back, despite being mutuals.

@localcryptidmuses Said: “   your  little  baby  sneeze  just  cured  my  depression .   ” ( from xion bc i must )

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

"Shaddup." It was embarrassing enough that he'd caught a cold in the spring. It wasn't even that cold outside! But he couldn't hold his breath for very long at all, so holding in the sneezing fit didn't make it very far. It was the most cruelest punishment, that he sneeze not like a proper man, but like a small dog who got dust in their nose. "Don't say shit about me sneezing, Xion."

Ears were folded partway, it irritated him that anyone would think that was cute.

"Just get away from me before you catch my-- Ch! Ch! Ch!"

God damn it.

"...Cold."

Underneath it all, his compassionate heart won out. Embarrassed as he was, irritated as he was, Inuyasha didn't want to spread his cold (and suffering) to someone else. Then again, could they even get sick? Xion wasn't a human either, and in a different way than he wasn't human. Regardless, the embarrassment was enough to make him want to be swallowed by the Earth.

At least until the cold went away.

Not-As-Spicy Sinday Asks | Accepting | @localcryptidmuses 12. Would you consider them kinky or tame?

I see him being right in the middle, honestly! Gojo's not a super sexually active guy nor does he have a particularly high sex drive (it fluctuates, though definitely higher when he has a partner), so he doesn't have a load of experience or experimenting under his belt. In those rare instances where he does seek someone out, things probably stay pretty vanilla since kinkier activities, for him, generally requires more connection and trust.

He does have curiosity, an interest, though, and sometimes fantasizes about certain kinkier acts or scenarios while he's... taking care of himself. Those thoughts can involve restraints, toys, pain, submission, overstimulation. Things being done to him. If he has a partner or has/is developing an attraction to someone in particular, though, it's safe to assume he might be fantasizing about doing things to them, too.

the companion piece and opposing pov to this.