Face, Sender Turns Receiver's Face Towards Them. ( Geto & Gojo )
face, sender turns receiver's face towards them. ( geto & gojo )
pulling himself back to a standing position is the initial intent, only stopped by the firm hands clasped on each side of his face: garnering his attention requires less than this, but he supposes suguru wants to make a statement of it. hand seeks leverage, placed flatly on the desk as his body remains arched, waiting, unsure whether to take this as a challenge, a warning, or a third secret thing that only suguru seems to understand and perfectly eludes satoru's wondering eyes. he allows the other man the benefit of the doubt, waits it out, only to be surprised by a bold statement.
'quit it out.'
their back and forth had escalated into a drawn out argument — though not entirely one-sided, it's clear that suguru wants no part in a battle of moral judgement. his views are cemented, a sense of justice buoyed in the philosophy that hierarchy exists as a parachute for the unlucky bastards right down south in the grand scheme of things. satoru, on the other hand, believes it a conspiracy led by the beliefs that their existence is taken for granted, though he needn't explain the specifics to suguru. it's easier to face the fury head-on, bathe in it, because that's what his body and mind are familiar with. power is intoxicating, sweeter than honey. gojo's sunglasses slide down the bridge of his nose, his right hand holding geto's wrist mirroring the amount of strength used to turn his around and which he unlocks from the grip with a jut of his chin.
he's met with a surge of remembrance then: retainers, old enough to butt shoulders with his own parents, of whom he barely remembered anything, only bits and pieces like the smell of jasmine coming from his mother's kimono, the unmistakable scent of wood and smoke from expensive tobacco in a pipe, signature of his father's presence, and nothing else. though his birth had elevated their position within the household, truth is that they weren't bearers of the eyes but him, and alone he stood during morning trainings, and on most nights, a pair of small, curious steps testing the boundaries of his own jurisdiction, how much he could twist the rope before it snapped. he's yet to feel the draw back of its taut line. in a sense, suguru represents the line he shouldn't cross, almond-tinted eyes hooked confidently in place, two curses measuring each other — a truth untold in that fox-like smile.
' feeling like playing substitute teacher? count me out of it. as you can see i'm a little busy right now, ' he guides suguru's attention towards his phone screen, where graphics remained static although 8-bit music played in a cacophony of robotic sounds, ' don't get me wrong, i'd love to play along but my tetris streak? oh, let me tell you how much it can't wait.'
satoru manages a determined expression, thinks about making a funny face, tongue out, clowning the tension in the air away, but decides he's not in his best behavior and he really meant it when he said the match couldn't wait, seconds ticking and signaling the approaching lock screen mode on his device. gaze darts back, fingers deftly picking up and rising his score. new-found clarity settles, making him speak loud enough to be heard, before he notices.
'oh by the way, have you been training after class? your hands have gotten rougher. girls will go mad, you player. '
@gokunoban
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── you hold onto what you have; you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you. // multi-muse as penned by geese . canon-compliant . unaffiliated
── blog . muses . cr . main
disclaimer & muses under the cut.
active muses:
JJK: * suguru geto * gojo satoru
BLEACH: * ulquiorra schiffer * aizen sousuke
CHAINSAW MAN: * angel devil * makima * yoshida hirofumi * aki hayakawa * yoru
RECORD OF RAGNAROK: * beelzebub * hades * poseidon
SAKAMOTO DAYS: * gaku * osaragi
GOLDEN KAMUY: * ogata hyakunosuke
LINK CLICK: * liu xiao (testing)
TOKYO GHOUL: * yomo renji
BUNGO STRAY DOGS: * fyodor dostoyevski * nakahara chuuya
MORIARTY THE PATRIOT: * sherlock holmes * albert james moriarty
PSYCHO PASS: * kogami shinya
KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN: * rokudo mukuro
OMNISCIENT READER'S VIEWPOINT: * yoo joonghyuk
TGCF: * hua cheng
DGM: * tyki mikk
one. quite selective with the blogs I decide to follow.
two. common roleplay courtesy is expected: no Godmoding unless plotted otherwise, cutting posts in replies, respect for characterization, and so on.
three. shipping is allowed, though I must ask the muse is +18. that being said, no smut with underage characers will happen.
four. I am caught up with all series for the most part, as well as adjacent works. taking this into consideration, there will likely be spoilers from time to time. I’ll try keep everything properly tagged.
five. random starters, unprompted asks and plotting is highly encouraged!
six. i have no issue with duplicates. the more, the merrier, i think. feel free to follow. unfortunately i don't do exclusives, don't really have mains either. all muses are welcome to plot interaction.
Please be patient with me. my activity will be inconsistent and replies come as I feel them, not in drafting order.
thank you for reading! the name is geese, 25+ she/her they/them
what's your literary archetype? — tagged by @lustraveil for kogami
the mentor.
you're a natural leader, you've got a specific aura about you that draws people to you. you're smart, not just academically, but worldly smart. people tend to go to you for help and advice, and you're more than happy to help. of course, that also means that you feel like you're a therapist rather than a friend, family, or lover. it can make you feel isolated from everyone else, and i hope that people realize you are human before a teacher.
tagging: @psielapki @limel1ghts @burntpa1ace @sukareo @cymerae @yeonban
be careful who you call friends... or your cousin that looks like he was your twin...
@12reset
blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver. ( Gojo and Nagumo )
truth be told, neither are in any position to be wasting time cleaning up the mess, and by mess he means this: blood-splattered clothes, indented weapons, empty cartridges. his mouth fills with the metallic aftertaste of it all, muscles finally itching as if to ask for attention and to be wrapped and tended by the same cloth that nagumo used on satoru’s cheek. (he makes it his life purpose to catch the asshole that bruised his face)
‘ you’re good at this, i didn’t think you’d actually take me seriously and mend the wounds. guess i owe you one. ’
in the span of one second, the atmosphere shifts into something more… comfortable, whatever comfortable was. for men of their profession, anything remotely close to peace is a far-fetched dream, so he snatches the moment and makes it his own, eyelids coming down and encapsulating sky-blues from the world, albeit briefly. nagumo’s presence is still palatable, impossible to ignore.
his fingers move methodically and almost as impersonal as the moment a knife slices through a target’s throat. if there’s something to respect about the man is exactly this: the commitment to his brand, expertise that’s only attained from the perfect combination of talent and a life on the field and not behind the monotony of a desk and a computer, aiding or sending out orders to the souls on the front.
cold liquid presses against his temple, the aching propels him forward, hands wrapped tightly around nagumo’s wrists.satoru’s eyes snap open, ‘ whoa! what was that?! are you trying to kill me? i thought we said no ethyl alcohol. ’
@tearenere
🐝 * ― 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑵 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ( all of these are taken from the album ‘meteora’ released in 2003. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses. )
❛ sometimes i need you to stay away from me. ❜ ❛ just give me myself back and don't stay. ❜ ❛ sometimes i feel like i trusted you too well. ❜ ❛ somehow i need to be alone. ❜ ❛ i don't need you anymore. ❜ ❛ i wanna heal. ❜ ❛ i wanna let go of the pain i've felt so long. ❜ ❛ i wanna find something i've wanted all along, somewhere i belong. ❜ ❛ i've got nothing to say. ❜ ❛ so what am i? ❜ ❛ i will never know myself until i do this on my own. ❜ ❛ i wanna feel like i'm somewhere i belong. ❜ ❛ but i can't pretend this is the way it'll stay. ❜ ❛ i can't pretend i'm who you want me to be. ❜ ❛ no, no turning back now. ❜ ❛ the very worst part of you is me. ❜ ❛ this isn't what i wanted to be. ❜ ❛ you think having the upper hand means you gotta keep putting me down. ❜ ❛ so many people like me put so much trust in all your lies. ❜ ❛ i'll never trust a single thing you say. ❜ ❛ i would retrace every wrong move that i made. ❜ ❛ if i could stand up and take the blame, i would. ❜ ❛ sometimes i remember the darkness of my past. ❜ ❛ pretending i don't feel misplaced is so much simpler than change. ❜ ❛ it's like no matter what i do, i can't convince you. ❜ ❛ but i'll be here 'cause you're all that i got. ❜ ❛ don't turn your back on me. ❜ ❛ you're gonna listen to me, like it or not. ❜ ❛ sometimes i wonder why this is happening. ❜ ❛ you've become a part of me. ❜ ❛ i don't know what's worth fighting for. ❜ ❛ i don't know how i got this way, i know it's not alright. ❜ ❛ i don't know who to trust. ❜ ❛ i won't trust myself with you. ❜ ❛ so i suppose that it gets to a point where feelings gotta get hurt. ❜ ❛ but you don't want to hear me. ❜ ❛ i'm tired of being what you want me to be. ❜ ❛ all i want to do is be more like me and be less like you. ❜ ❛ can't you see that you're smothering me? ❜ ❛ you were just like me with someone disappointed in you. ❜
This is genuinely apropos of nothing but I am thinking about how annoying I find it when people insinuate that shipping is like, somehow diametrically at odds with being invested in a narrative for its own sake because like……I have rarely ever been interested in a ship that was not itself an expression of the narrative themes and character arcs. Investment in the narrative IS the very reason I care about a ship.
I feel like it makes no sense to pretend like these are entirely separate activities (although I understand for some people they are/can be) when to me MOST of the time, for most of the things I seriously ship, they are inextricable.
thinking about how aizen makes it seem like a complex thing that he "looks down" on everyone but when you boil down everything that he's said and done all that he really means is that he's alone. his character shares this detail with gojo and makima, the feeling of isolation that comes with the crushing weight of power that goes beyond your peers' understanding, perfectly summarized by "the night beyond the tricornered window" quote:
"…for instance, the flower is beautiful. but if you don't know the words flower and beautiful, not only will you not be able to see beauty, you can't even see the flower."
it's nearly impossible for him to properly form a bond with someone who's not even able to see him, not past him, not his power, not his reiatsu. to him the soul society existed in a reality that restricted him, a system to which he was only tolerable so long as he submitted to its rules, but once he paced close to the boundaries he's handled as a threat.
i don't think there's really any "redeemable" part about him because redemption comes with change, change is not stagnant and although he is restrained his nature can't really be changed. it's like asking a snake to cut its fangs so it can live among mice. there's no real belonging in there.
it's only among those of close-range strength to his that he might come to feel like he's among equals, the illusion of companionship and isn't that ironic? that the zanpakuto, shaped from his soul and very core, is able to shift the reality as we know it with our senses?
anyway i just think that no matter what there'll always be a divide bewteen him and others not from conscious action but the natural rejection to that which doesn't care to understand you.
