The Night Drags On And Yet, Restless, Li Tianchen Has Found No Sleep. Fresh Emotional Wounds Haunt His
The night drags on and yet, restless, Li Tianchen has found no sleep. Fresh emotional wounds haunt his mind. He rubs his eyes and frowns while scrolling further through his phone. His new phone. All ties were severed. He’s learned that life changes at a rate no one can prepare for. No one, except seemingly…
Tianchen lowers the screen and peers at his company. Liu Xiao. His childhood friend — perhaps the only friend he’s ever had — reads on the sofa opposite his chair, also awake. Tianchen doesn’t know what they both seem to be waiting for. Chances are, Liu Xiao has entirely different plans than he does with his fickle procrastination, anyway.
Setting his phone down on the armrest, Tianchen stares more prominently. Almost glaring. A moment passes; in a fit of impulse, he stands and moves to join Liu Xiao, side by side. Everything thereafter happens slowly, cautiously, like a stray animal’s approach. He leans closer so he can read the words on the page with a narrowed focus.
Is that… English? He recognizes bits and pieces, although his lessons were admittedly subpar. The way he snorts, amused, should let Liu Xiao know exactly what he wants to think of all this. Dorky. Weird. But despite that dismissal, he remains by Liu Xiao, trying to make sense of fragmented phrases. There must be a reason he is reading it, right?
❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ( also hi, hello, you are no longer safe from me 🥺 )
a dispassionate read, if he’s ever seen any.
even if he’d waited, he doubted any interest beyond surface curiosity would maintain itself alight and sparkling in li tianchen’s mind. he imagined this is how it would be, from that moment where their paths merged and liu xiao’s space had soon been invaded by a surge of bright hues, contrasting his own dark shades. their opposing tastes regarding hobbies, the books they’d read, everything felt like a makeshift dreamland, and whoever’s dream this was, it certainly doesn’t feed liu xiao’s interest or keep li tianchen out of his boredom.
“it’s a retelling of Theseus myth. you’ve probably heard of it before.” he pauses for a second, turns to face him for the first time, eyes sharp and dark above the rim of his glasses. a look of confusion - or possibly judgement towards his book choice, tell him better than prying would of li tianche’s most sincere thoughts.
and liu xiau laughs, like sand over rocks, dry, throaty. he waits for no response, “well, just part of it. i find it fascinating, that regardless of his glory, an epic hero is still cast aside and into the underworld. isn’t it ironic? that one’s name lives on through the ages, though he’ll never know it while he’s conscious and breathing. they say madness and glory are more alike than we think.”
mirth, wry cynicism, as though he’d seen much of the world and found himself wanting it entirely. he tries to keep it at bay, dormant, because there are better uses for this kind enrapturing confidence. li tianchen’s interest is piqued, or so he believes. liu xiao pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, closes the book with a light tud, “it’s subjective, that’s what i’m trying to say. fame is poison, some drink it, unknowing or not. either way, it’s bitter stuff, is what i think.”
“do you care to read it? i’ve already done it a couple of times. i can lend the book if you ask.”
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“It is just an illusion here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone, it is gone forever.”
— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
geese I will never not hype you up— your writing blows me away. Your muse of metaphors and prose is so pretty that sometimes I sit there in awe because how did you form words like that. This goes for any and all of your characters, and I also love that you’re not afraid to play the worst of the worst— and still make them so enjoyable / make the reader root for them / wanna know more
You wwould root for geto... Me too. Find me donating to his cult like it was OF. Heeellppp this is one of the biggest praises 😭😭😭 especially coming from you who write Vein and got his madness right from one helppp I honestly love that you don't shy away from exploring these aspects about your crazier muses honestly tysm for ur words villains are my top favorite thing to write 🙏🙏🙏 @12reset
actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)
back, sender gives receiver a back hug.
beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.
blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.
book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.
care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.
catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.
choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.
cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.
cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.
dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.
dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.
dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.
drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.
drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.
draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.
face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.
flower, sender gives receiver a flower.
footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.
forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.
grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.
jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.
kiss, sender kisses receiver.
link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.
massage, sender offers receiver a massage.
patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.
piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.
pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.
pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.
press, sender presses receiver against a wall.
propose, sender proposes to receiver.
quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.
rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.
serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.
sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.
size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.
shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.
sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.
tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.
tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.
tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.
umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.
warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.
zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.
Who doesn’t need another chaos hot boy on their roster? I think you’d write a fun Nagumo.
Based off my blog, what other characters could you see me Roleplay as?
The people's princess omg 😭🫶 yessss actually I've considered writing him but I'd need to re read sakamoto days first so I can remember his speech manner... My tunnel vision made me absorb osaragi, gaku and takamura only
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. '
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“azazel” light yagami 🐐
one of the most challenging things about kogami to portray in writing is the mental gymnastics going through his mind the moment someone questions him about the real motive behind his obsession with avenging sasayama and chasing Makishima because at one point it stops being about the pursuit of justice and more about the destruction of your distorted image in a mirror staring back at you and when the abyss is mentioned to conceptualize kogamis turmoil and descent into an unhealthy obsession it's less about the darkness of the act and more about seeing your likeness in someone else, the sense that that something you always felt was wrong in the world, the bell tolling in a dark forest is closer to you than you ever imagined and you can grasp it and it can graze you back but all you need to do is accept it and that feeling alone scares you disgusts you but more terrifying than anything is that it entices you, otherwise why else would it haunt you afterwards? Why would it follow? Why would you let it stay in the shape of an illusion? Why did you respond to its calling? But that's hard to portray in like 2 paragraphs without making kogami look insane.
𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑
LAST SONG I LISTENED TO : mushroomhead - solitaire
FAVORITE COLOR : black or red
CURRENTLY WATCHING : rewatching a bit of psycho pass while on the treadmill at the gym. sakamoto days too and severance every friday with bestie.
LAST MOVIE ╱ TV SHOW I WATCHED : watched Pearl last weekend. i support women's rights and wrongs. plan to watch X and Maxxine this weekend.
SPICY ╱ SAVORY ╱ SWEET : depends on the food but i'm mostly into spicy things because y'know... 🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽
RELATIONSHIP STATUS : married to makima
LAST THING I GOOGLED : google translate so i could read a vietnamese socmed au on twitter lmao 😭
tagged by: stole this from @altarfates :^) tagging: @limel1ghts @burntpa1ace @lustraveil @psielapki @cymerae
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