I Think You Would Write The FUCK Out Of Miss Kujo Herself, But Also I Would Kind Of Kms To Specifically

gave it some thought and shipping with gojo is ok, i just don't think i'll be doing m/f shipping bc i really can't see him with a girl😭 

thinking about how kogami must've felt alone all this time, like time would pass and he'd never be truly seen, all that comes with it, and he'd probably resigned to make do with the world he had at hand but the catalyst to his switch into discovering aspects of himself that hed never thought existed was no other than makishima and even after he's long dead, kogami still invokes his ghost because that's the only person who's ever truly understood him, and by killing him kogami sentenced himself to that cycle of isolation

“ never understood why you were such a book worm, but for the life of me, I can’t seem to put this one down. ” it’s a nasty habit of vein’s to touch everything in liu xiao’s dorm when he enters. he’s a collector of high class trinkets and designer goods. anyone with a keen eye would be attracted to all he’s got. this Shakespeare hardcover has his eye. “ you never told me why this one draws you in so much, guess one day I’ll know, ” crimson red eyes twinkle in humor. still so much he was learning about liu xiao. “ my heartbeat. you hear it, don’t you? what can you gather, from someone like me? ”  to lx 😏

“did you know, there are people who can lower their heartbeats to the minimum?” he says thoughtfully.

which wouldn’t be that much of a problem, he thinks, if they weren’t weaponized for warfare or spies. when vein made his way to him, liu xiao remained seated on the couch, his eyes falling briefly on the black tea at the table. he feels more than he sees the approach, vein’s silhouette distorted by the rippling surface of dark-tinted liquid. he doesn’t need to look up to know he’s smiling, all sharp teeth and confidence. he liked that about vein.

“you are faring well, if that’s what you’d like to hear.” praises are earned, he supposes, and vein has done more than enough for liu xiao to allow him this much. “manipulating heartbeats is not impossible, it can be done with training, but asking for a reading when you are prepared for it makes for poor evidence of self-control.”

when he looks up, his eyebrows raise in an apologetic gesture, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose and the brief connection between gazes holds up for as long as his finger taps lightly on his crossed legs, echoing the rhythm as he hears it: steadfast, in the beginning, but it picks up around the moment where vein’s attention becomes captured, two predators measuring each other from the limits of their territories. 

watching for a reaction, liu xiao smiles, “what your heart tells me right now is that you’re confident. you’re certain that i won’t notice you’ve been stalling. for what, that i cannot tell. you’ll have to do it yourself. what is that you want to say so badly that it’ll make you skim through shakespeare?”

@burntpa1ace

not me getting notifs that you rbed our thread thinking i was getting more tojisugu content........

Worry not I will make tojisugu real even if it's the last thing I do before collapsing on the floor, geto will get his birthday death today @inverteds

my take on makima is that she doesn't love, doesn't understand it, doesn't know how to, even if she'd tried, because she's been raised into compliance, apathy, the type needed for cold-blooded decision making the kind that is rampant in the government as seen through the lenses of csm manga and even before being a puppet of a kind she is also a demon and demons don't love, their hearts are graveyards, their selfishness and whims the cause of much grief and it's a constant in the story that even those who briefly dipped their feet into the mundane, came down and drowned or were ripped apart from it and returned to the never-ending cycle of death and rebirth. anyway, she doesn't love anything and she thinks she loves csm but love as she understands it is control, because she is conquest, she is the embodiment of the theft of agency and she revels in knowing everything beneath her is her property and although she yearns for an equal she doesn't want to let go of what constitutes her: dominance. and it's why at the end of it all, sincere love is what kills her, and she doesn't see it coming because she never cared to learn its smell, never cared to acknowledge it. because loving is giving away control.

my point being: makima doesn't love and she doesn't have anyone she loves, but she does find things cute just like she's developed fondness for her dogs. she will find something cute and in my honest opinion that will be quanxi(?)

beel dump

rereading bleach after getting to jjk makes you see how much inspiration gege drew from that series but it's especially cool to see parallels like:

Tousen Kaname saying "killing without purpose is murder. Killing with a purpose is justice."

And Geto saying "kill me if you want. There is meaning in that."

❝  you feel misled; you were promised victory.  ❞

song of achilles rp starters // @inverteds

extremities go limp, gravity's pull coming from all directions as his back flattens perfectly against the wet soil. mud clings to his hair - he figures it’ll be a hassle to wash it off the tips when he gets back, if he makes it back at all. the man’s heel buries deeper into his sternum, a heron’s hungry dive into the water, pressing the last mouthful of air out of him.

victory is one thing. success on the mission meant keeping riko alive, make her choices worth it and all that came afterwards. but this? this is worse than loss. if suguru didn’t know better, he might interpret it as the hunter’s reticent way of pointing out his failures, of calling him weak. the snide in his sharp eyes tells him a different story.

‘ promised is a strong word. it doesn’t matter at all to you, does it? save your pity for the ones who want it. ’ voice flat, careful. the perpetual calm is replaced by asinine courage: lying there, beneath his foot, nothing about his stance cautions for upcoming danger. it’s pitiful, the quivering in his throat treacherous as spring ice. his eyes narrow, preparing for whatever that’ll become of him after this:

‘ you don’t need to worry about it. worry about that luck of yours running out before the pay out for this hit and kill does. ’

his expression becomes inscrutable, looking him dead in the eye, before everything turns dark. 

there’s only black water beneath, a cold and grasping undertow. 

and then, nothingness.

🌸♥️

can you share some of your thoughts on kogami and makishima?

help me

for that i'd have to also out my other ships sugimoto/ogata and sherlock/william, which also fall somewhere in the spectrum of psychosexual obsession.

i've written both makishima and kogami and based solely on the canon material it's undeniable that they are two sides of the same coin, perhaps made of the same stuff and you can't take one out of the map without ripping a fundamental part out of the other, their characters are complementary to each other and i think that if it weren't for their opposing roles they might've become "closer" as any rivals would be in a conventional world, but they are two unconventional minds in an unconventional setting so it was bound to end in death or mutual destruction for them. they're so alike and so different at the same time that for every trait that draws kogami towards makishima there's another opposing one that repels him. how scary it must be that there is someone who you have not yet seen in person and only through photographs, through conversations, through myths, someone who might as well not exist and yet he knows everything about you and only you seem to understand the inner machinations of his mind even though you've never met? it's like chasing a ghost that's already possessed you, an apparition luring you deep in the abyss. i think that's what's charming about them tbh, the mutual obsession.