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11 months ago

❙⠀ ⠀ 𝒊.⠀ MOON, GANGTAE.⠀⠀⠀.𖥔 ݁ ˖⠀⠀“⠀⠀you talk in your sleep … not sure if i ever told you that.⠀⠀” ⠀⠀//⠀⠀@rottedfigs .

drowsiness coated her being as a thin shroud, eyelids heavy and groggy as she tried to blink, vision clearing. for a moment she'd started to delude herself, that he was laying right beside her in the mattress of her childhood room, over overly expensive sheets, clad in nothing but ... well, nothing. “ mmm, moon gangtae, what an astute observation. ” octaves lower, words velvety as tired hands reached up to rub at her eyes, and then it hit her — that sterile, nauseating scent violating her nostrils with a single whiff of air, likely his arm moving through the space. it was sobering, the speed in which her eyes opened to discover those familiar mahogany walls were, in fact, an ugly off - white. ugh. shifting over the cardboard hospital bed, head tilted to the side just the slightest,   an unspoken taunt,   the body language of a hollow vessel still trying to heal from its ghosts.    and this hospital         —         it was full of them,   just hiding in shadowed crevices of a path she feigned bravery on.         “  moon gangtae.  ”         it was mocking this time around.    oh,   how it tasted to have his name falling off the tip of her tongue         ...         like gossamer silk,   the desire to wrap it around her throat and squeeze,   squeeze,   squeeze.         “  should've taken me home. we'd be much happier.   ”         a huff, something akin to a child - like tantrum bubbling in her throat, and she looked down, no longer in last night's clothes but a cheap, trashy gown. “ at least tell me you were the one who changed me. it'll make all of this better. ”


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10 months ago

choso baby why you wearing those flowy pants what u got to hi --- (gunshot) (i'm so sorry about this ask actually petition to delete my blog from tumblr)

Choso Baby Why You Wearing Those Flowy Pants What U Got To Hi --- (gunshot) (i'm So Sorry About This

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10 months ago

in the passing moments of the mundane, nobara knew she was committing this instance to memory. the giddiness that she felt deep within just from her friend's presence, knowing she'd saved him a seat despite her hardest to prevent adding more in a world where their permanency was not granted. and now she would cling to this, cling to him, with the ferocity of her untapped determination. the sunset and its burnt oranges, streaks of silver, rays meeting the warmth of fushiguro's eyes — her lips twitched, curving into something akin to a smile but quickly overrun with the armor she'd still maintained. “ masculine wiles ? ” she burst out laughing, the sound rambunctious in comparison to the previous steadiness of the quietness shared between them in this small bubble. “ you crack me up. but it apparently works, whatever ... appeal y'got going on there. ” lazy gesture of her hand in the general direction of his face, nose wrinkling. “ mmmmmmmm. ” obnoxiously drawn out, index finger tapping at her chin while she was already hooking her arm with his and dragging the both of them in the direction of their destination. “ we're walking. i need to check out the other stores on the way, too. i know there's gonna be a big sale in a few days, gotta scope it out first. ”

they have so much in common in that sense. laying awake at night, imagining all the different ways his death could creep up upon him. how easily he would throw himself in harms way to help his comrades. but that's the thing, isn't it? each of them would throw themselves before the proverbial bullet to keep each other alive. in some ways, it is a kindness shown between the very limited number of first years, knowing that there are so few of them that could protect the world. but none of that matters in this very moment. they are simply kids. teenagers with nothing more to worry about then reservations they can't make, running late for hanging out with friends. megumi watches her dramatics. the simple hand on the hip, the pout of her mouth. it makes him amused. only enough to make his eyes soften, and if she looks close enough, the edges of his mouth curling up in the faintest of smiles. ‟ are you asking me to use my masculine wiles and flirt our way into a table? ” his tone is so flat-lined compared to the words. as if he doesn't really think he can do as such. ‟ are we going to walk, or do you want to order a car to get there? it isn't too much further, i suppose we can walk if we want. ”


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10 months ago

she'd stopped trying to keep track of the bruises that had formed over her body, muscles sore and aching in places she wasn't sure would be possible, her walk stiff and crooked as she searched for a place to rest. not quite a trek, but a trek in her current state, as she spotted the only other person she did not feel like punching in the face. the training was brutal, nothing she hadn't expected, but with the grief of a friend still settling in her marrow, with the sadness that still lurked in the confines of her heart — she was in no state to play warrior. time had not been on their side, though she'd told herself not to form attachments the entire train - ride, it was exactly what she'd done. and she was bearing the weight of such consequences.

“ i listen to them ! ” delivered with a wave of defensiveness, she plopped beside him and scooted closer until their shoulders were in contact, to which she purposely nudged him. “ they're kinda hot, i remember my classmates getting into them. ” the sun is blazing, scorching to the touch and it was only the tree providing some form of sanctuary from it, and from the upperclassmen seeking for their demise in the name of training. she was sick of it. “ you left me with the sharks, not very nice of you. ” only teasing, leaning the side of her head over the edge of his shoulder. “ you're really livin' up to your emo - kid schtick here. ” / @rottedfigs

how peaceful it is, sitting here in the welcoming shade of the ginko tree stretching far out above him. its trunk offering a sturdy resting place for his back. in between the constant training for the upcoming good will event he has barely found any time to gather his thoughts. if he were to be honest with himself, he has been avoiding the silence. sorcerers die. that is what they are trained to do, fed into the curse-war machine from the moment they set foot into the jujutsu world, but yūji was never meant for that kind of fate. these spiralling thoughts have left megumi afraid to be alone with them. this is why his headphones are firmly placed over his ears, music blasting to silence the demons before they come.

happily tapping away to the beat of the song when he feels a nudge against his leg. headphones are pushed slightly away from his ears. those dark blue eyes are daggers when they open, aimed straight at whoever has decided to interrupt his peace.

they soften when he sees nobara standing over him.

❛ what are you listening to? ❜ @leventar

‟ oh.. ” he clears his throat, shifting his position slightly as though she had caught him slacking off. ‟ i'm listening to one ok rock. ” the song is paused on his phone, before his attention is shifted back to her. a few moments of staring at her before he pats the ground beside him, offering her to join. ‟ i'm sure it's not your kind of music. ”


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9 months ago

❙⠀ ⠀ 𝒊.⠀ SALVATORE, DAMON.⠀⠀⠀.𖥔 ݁ ˖⠀⠀“⠀⠀don’t look at me like that. you know i’m right. you get it.⠀⠀” ⠀⠀[⠀. . .⠀]⠀⠀@rottedfigs .

nose wrinkled, lips twitching as a muted sound of disgust muffled in her throat. she stared at him, molten discs unrelenting as she tightened her grip around the crown of his his hair, nails digging into his scalp. the stake was tightly wound in her other hand, pressing dangerously into his sternum. hardly breaking through the thin material of his shirt. “ damon salvatore ? right ? you wish. ” scoff emitted, point of the wood pushing further as if she meant to prove a point. “ that little puppy dog eyes thing you're doing ? never worked on me, honestly. ”


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9 months ago

“ i'm sure there was a way ... your arms are so strong. ” words in a purr, molten discs traveling the curve from his hands up his arms, soft hum emitting as she reached out to trace the slope through the air. a pretty picture, one she'd like to cut out and frame, stare at all day. and then laid her arms back to her side, resigned sigh emitting. part of her wanted to be relieved that she hadn't awoken to familiar walls of her home, where the ghosts of the past would have greeted her with a bone - chilling embrace. he kept her grounded to an extent, the anchor to her whims, the calm to her storm, yet all the while fueling the parts of her that wanted to run and dissipate from the weight of her horrors. the bed is stiff against her back, poor excuse of a mattress sinking with her weight and she could feel the scratchiness of the material brushing against her skin, more bothersome than she'd like to admit. the indistinct chatter of the nurses outside of the room reminded her that they were not alone, that she was likely being watched from a distance — she knew how they gossiped, the cameras that turned on when meant to keep an eye on the more volatile patients. supposed that she had become one of them, though she could hardly remember what landed her in captivity in the first place, memories a blur aside from the clear image of his face, the look of concern. “ maybe that was the plan, but i have you to save me. and you did, always do. sweet of you, it's fate. and endearing. ” she waited a beat before flipping the bed sheets off with the intents to stand.

if they were not in his place of occupation, he might have decided to raise his voice. although, if he were to be completely honest with himself, would he ever raise his voice at her? at anyone? she says they would have been happier at her home. how true can that be of a place that has spiders lurking in the walls. in a place that she seems so desperate to escape from, considering her stunt pulled last night. so much emotion overwhelms and bubbles up as she speaks to him.... when you're feeling overwhelmed, you count to three. one. he watches the way she rolls about in her freshly made hospital bed, a snot-nosed child who doesn't realise how good she has it. two. a hand reaches out to ensure that the hospital sheeting doesn't uncover her in an indecent way as she does so. three. then he's leaning back, away from the bed, away from the temptation of her. gangtae bites at the thickness of his tongue, as though it will keep him from saying something he will regret. ‟ you were being unreasonable. there would have been no way to take you home. ” he doesn't speak to her with the voice of a friend, but the voice of his position. nothing more than a worker of the hospital she will now call home for the next twenty-four hours. calm, yet collected. the next words that come out of him, however, he cannot stop from being said with angst --- ‟ you could have really hurt yourself. ”


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