If U Ever Perceive My Writing To Be Horrid Just Know:

if u ever perceive my writing to be horrid just know:

she could leave. the thought crossed her mind the second her sights landed on that familiar head of his, and she had half a mind to turn around and just go elsewhere. literally, anywhere else would have sufficed. whether it was lingering at some park on the swings or loitering at a cafe until the employees requested that she buy something, just so she wouldn't have to be alone with him, she would have done it. it kept replaying in her mind, that smug grin of his, the laid - back attitude and the lack of honorifics in her presence. some things never change, and it seemed it'd only grown into something of its own entity with time. brows were furrowed at his response, her posture straightened and all too proper for what was meant to be a casual outing, a night with friends to forego the burdens of their lives. he toed the line between friend and foe, though more explicitly foe, a thorn in her side, and yet she could remember the moments of his absence where it didn't feel any better.

so it had become unspoken, that her irritation would remain just so, her efforts futile and disregarded. they both knew she had every ability to chew him out more than she did, but this small, indistinguishable side of her had to have enjoyed teetering this unseen edge between the two. call it an experiment. whatever she could to cope. to an extent, it was more comforting that his petulance was all she could concern herself with for a moment, beyond the ghastliness of the real world.

blood rushed to her cheeks, hands clenching over the other with rising anger where her own foot quickly kicked at his with more force, the table lightly shaking from the the abrupt movements. soft huff left her lips, “ it would be rude to order food before everyone else gets here. ” typical. “ you're so inconsiderate, it hasn't even been that long, have you no manners ? ” and yet, as if on cue, her own stomach growled. slender digits reached for the menu, expression unreadable as she tried to act as if she were doing anything but that. “ hmph. you're paying. ” she opened the menu and glared at him through the top, one last kick at his shin for good measure.

i’m so glad we met. [ utahime for gojo! but like. sarcastically ]

PROMPTS FOR SHARING COMPLIMENTS AND PRAISE. / @leventar

"i know." sarcasm's not lost on him but rather cheerfully ignored, the stretch of his grin practically an invitation to throw further disdain his way. satoru props his chin upon the palms of his hands, elbows resting against the surface of the table between them. they sit opposite each other, the booth spacious enough for several more people - but, since they're early, none of the remainder of their party has arrived yet. it's supposed to be a drinking outing, though not a drop of alcohol will touch satoru's lips. he doesn't like how glitchy it makes his cursed technique go.

so, 'til the rest show their faces, it's him and utahime. that suits satoru just fine; he likes needling her, likes how she jabs back. it's a childish habit, one he ought to grow out of, but there's comfort in the familiar. like being teenagers again, the weight of the world a little less crushing on their shoulders, the endless stretch of summer ahead of them, blue as far as the eye could see. he's had the urge to tease utahime ever since they met, and never entirely managed to suppress it. he went from being gojo-sama at home, to the pest who needed to respect his elders to her. he far prefers being an annoyance, even as an adult.

"i can just see how delighted you are to be here with me now. it's alright; you don't have to hide it." beneath the table, he nudges her foot with his own. the lazy curve of his grin remains firmly in place. "the others might be a while. should we order food? i'm hungry."

he'd made peace with the fact that his name had foregone the roles he'd carry, priority given to the responsibilities of the council. he was born anew each time, made to get used to the sound of the titles growing into his identity, and there they came, stubborn and belligerent as usual. the sound of his past rolled off the tip of her tongue so easily that he would have otherwise found comfort in it, but he knew that they meant to stain it, to taunt him. it made the coil twist and twist and even now he was uncertain when he'd snap. at least for now, it seemed as if his patience would burn for longer than expected, the wax thinning but never gone. “ gave it a few centuries or so to wait on an invitation. learned my lesson there. ” monotonously delivered, as if he lacked the energy to keep up with their behavior, expression bored and deadpanned. obsidians were trained in the art of subtlety as they traveled down her appearance, lips fighting the urge to curve upwards — the attire was no different than the style they'd usually opted for, and he knew he'd be able to pick her out from a crowd easily.

deft fingers curled over the cuff of his sleeves, straightening them out as they'd been wrinkled from the earlier altercation. or rather, series of altercations just to get to this point. “ where'd you even get that picture of me, by the way ? ” brow rose as he tracked her movements, amusement laced in tone. “ did you photoshop it yourself ? how long did you have to stare at my face for that ? ” the questions were phrased in a way to rile them up, paired with the energy of what would have been a shit - eating grin placed over his features, but rather demonstrated in the glint in his eyes. he took it upon himself to walk around the office, venturing towards whichever corner appealed to him most, pretending to care about the various artwork hung, the murals, the expensive collections. “ there's been rumors of an uprising against the council. i've been tasked to look into it, would rather not take my chances. ” pad of his finger reached out to trace one of the glass displays. “ have a few stragglers in custody. need you to read them for me. ”

news travelled fast within the confines of the club, secrets passed over the bass from the lower floors, higher and higher until they reached altair's own ears, which in turn started to burn alongside their cheeks in blind irritation. the cameras served their purpose well, and though his face was grainy on the screen, she could feel the anger rolling off of his person like waves as he'd be stopped at each turning point, at least one morsel of sickly satisfaction that they found delicious enough to stave off her own wrath for a moment longer. the gratification only set to last as far as her own set of doors, the commotion beyond them all too telling. for their own good she stopped watching, tossing the tablet to the other end of the loveseat as he sauntered inside, the joke already sitting neatly on their tongue without a thought behind it.

at the sound of his voice, altair sat up from their position in lazily lounging and her head popping up from behind the loveseat, heaving a great sigh as they turned her head to him, expression that of a petulant child being denied sweets before their supper. a flick of obsidian curls over their shoulder, she pointed her scowl in his direction. “ how's that myth go again? ... ah. i'm sure you've got to be invited in, zhengyu. ” expression falling to naught, they stood, bracelets at their wrist clinking together neatly as arms folded, brow arched in its own question. “ are you stupid or just sinfully ignorant? it clearly said banned. ” stepping up from the sunken lounge, she moved swiftly past him to open the doors and peer outside, robe fanning out behind them, seeing that her lackey's were mostly unharmed they flashed a sympathetic smile their way before the doors closed again, and she rounded on him. “ so. state your business, then i can tell you where to stick it and you can fuck off. ”

it would be a lie to say that shego hadn't dreamed of the day she would be free of drakken. he was a fool more than he was anything worthy of an opponent, an employer. if not for the contract, she would have left. it was embarrassing to be associated with him in public, carrying out the crimes for petty games while the others aimed for much higher stakes. the thrill must have been wonderful, she'd decided. the debriefs from punchline were enough to make her sigh with envy. she was meant for more than childish tantrums and playing secretary to a man too coward to confront his measly demons. and though she wouldn't say it aloud, there was more to it than just the contract. he'd managed to make her feel bad for even thinking about abandoning him. like a stray dog whimpering at her corner, clinging to her every move. “ ugh, i wouldn't even know where to begin when it comes to his money. i think he keeps it under a mattress but i know it's also in a safe. ” if there was one thing to give him credit for, was the fact that he had never divulged the realities of his funds. they were more elusive to her than anything else. perhaps that was his true leverage over her, over any of his connections.

she could just barely fight back the laugh that threatened to escape from the way the masseuse's touch tensed from their conversation, even despite the reassurance from punchline that they were simply equipped with overly inactive imaginations. “ i'll dump mine if you dump yours. ” it was lighthearted, yet filled with some semblance of honesty. shego harbored no good feelings towards the joker, she wasn't sure anyone actually did, but there was a level of respect she had for him in the reputation he'd built for himself, in the fear he'd weaponized so delicately. she strived for that herself. plopping the whole cucumber in her mouth, she chewed noisily as the staff quickly placed a new one over her eye, rendering her blind yet again. “ sounds good. he'll believe it because he didn't even do research into this place, either. i'll tell him we got robbed with sooooo many sales pitches that we just couldn't say no. to be polite. ” there was a pause as both hands reached up to give the staff a thumbs - up. “ and tipping. they're so good at what they do. what's next on the list ? ”

oh she could get used to this. alexis’ typical jobs left her with scraped knees and broken bones so a spa day wasn’t something she would ever decline especially when it was on someone else’s dime. shego had led her to the spot after a long debrief of what her boss expected from them but none of that mattered anymore when her body was practically becoming one with the soft padding under her. from her left came a generic zen playlist playing from tinny speakers that threatened to lull her to sleep. she was dangerously close to taking a nap when shego’s voice cut through her serenity. alexis couldn’t exactly relate to shego’s grievances. sure, joker had moments that alexis didn’t necessarily agree with but the man was a legend in itself. regardless of what irrationally stupid thing he did next, he would still be called the clown prince of crime and that was a crown alexis desperately yearned for.

“ i mean, you could just kill him and steal all his money. ” the hands kneading her shoulders came to an abrupt stop and she could feel their fingers tremble uncertainly. she leaned her head back and, despite the cucumbers impending her vision, aimed a bright grin at the startled masseuse. “ just kidding, hot stuff. it’s just bants. ” she definitely wasn’t kidding but they still had a job to do and shego would have her head if she got them kicked out so quickly. “ but seriously ‘go, you’re too good for him. dump your boss. ” she finally peeled the slices off her eyes and put them aside to look at shego. “ we make up an elaborate story about how there’s some trippy fumes in these spa diffusers that made us lose track of time. yanno, like the whole casinos and no clocks thing. ”

finished the last demon slayer season 🤠

Azula redraw commission 3/3