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“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”

𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 . ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ

rocks dig into your palms , shards & * granulated pieces against the tender skin . secrets , truths hidden beneath the lips , keys given to unlock , TO TELL & * to keep . she ' s always been good at keeping them , never good with telling her own . as if there ' s a wall she can ' t climb , can ' t get over . but secrets are meant to be just that : hidden , a tie in the tongue that won ' t come apart with ease . a test of who your heart trusts .

amber sparks in her eyes , gaze , focused on him now pans upward [ . . . ] the sky has always been a form of comfort , the stars often refered to as a blanket , the moon sings a melancholy lullaby , while she witnesses . how many secrets do you think she knows ?

a hum reverberates past her lips , ❛ yes , ❜ she takes the time to cross her ankles , eyes once again switching back to @kezoire . ❛ do you think that ' s for the best ? ❜ it ' s only a question , a way to continue the conversation rather than having it end in such a flat way .

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[ UNEXPECTED ]

the pavement beneath her sole is cobbled , a whisper of traditions lost left in the crevices between . she can almost see them still ; you were always in awe when you were taught . other people pass , but they don ' t know what you do . they are their own curses . THE NIGHTMARES , what they ' re caused by , how they attract . everything breeded from the negative emotion they feel . utahime doesn ' t blame them , they don't know any better .

still , work has been more pressing lately , and she needs a reprieve from the tumultulous nature of being a jujutsu sorceror . fingertips drag wool scarf father up , pull her jacket more snug as the wind picks up again .

privacy . it ' s a rarity nowadays , utahime values it . values her alone time and how she finds the time to diffuse , TNT tucked between teeth & * mortar hidden beneath the tongue . her keys jinge with keychains gifted to her through the years , souvenirs and simple designs . it ' s a nice reminder of the people that gifted them . it takes her a second to get her key & * slide it into the keyhole , hearing the ' CLICK ' of the door unlocking . ( there was no need : he didn ' t lock it )

what she ' s not a fan of , is the very obvious fact that there ' s somebody else here . lights on , the sound of the television smooths out over the space from the living room to where she stands just over the threshold . out of instinct she reaches for her dagger , JUST IN CASE it ' s somebody dangerous . it ' s not . she should ' ve known . it 's just @eterxeo ; impeding on things that do not belong to him , invading her space and sparking her temper .

❛ what do you want ? ❜ venom ticks over her tongue , voice kept steady for the fact that she 's meant to be relaxing , meant to be sitting & * reading a book or sketching . not having to deal with the white haired menace .

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" look, i'm sorry, okay ? " from kokichi ... 😔😔

betrayal . no doubt a human ' s weakness ( HOW DOES THE HEART BREAK ? a crack , ) . disappointment makes itself present in her chest , AS IF IT ' S BEING TORN OPEN ; slice the flesh , a carnage , there is no blood . an open wound of the soul . it somehow hurts more than any physical wound she ' s gotten through the years . : hurts more than acid against her cheek , or blades slashing skin .

sadness eats , devours . holds her hostage , and she ' s aware of her ability to escape it ' s hold [ . . . ] call it some depressing form of self harm , attachments proven through the years to cause nothing but DISTRESS & * DISAPPOINTMENT . emotions are inticate , woven against her insides like the roots of trees , twisted into knots . her hands held in front of her , clasped in a tight hold .

❛ you could ' ve died [ . . . ] and you did this for what ? betrayed everybody . . . ❜ voice holds layers of that disappointment , frustration held beneath the tongue .

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tell us, has gojo ever turned you on?

ask my muse sinday questions / accepting .

invasive . an invasion of privacy is what this is . a door better used when locked , key hidden or even lost / rather it gone than to face it . a complicated nest of thought , memories burnt into the surface , do they warm you so ?

❛ no ❜ the answer comes quick , likely too fast to not be considered suspicious . utahime is good with masking usually , but you see -- her thoughts contain too many reminders of [ . . . ] well anyway . a sigh to retire her previous statement . ❛ maybe once ❜ , finally surrendered between teeth , locked in a cage : ears match the dusting on her cheeks . it feels unnatural , something loosened : don ' t pull the red string , it ' ll unravel your heart .

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i'll explain everything. please come back inside.

sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ . / accepting

utahime has always been called a 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 , her temper quick to trigger , truthfully it ' s one of the characteristics she inherited from her mother . it ' s one of the things she hates . a part of her wishes she could be unbothered , remain that calm & * stoic aura she carries like it ' s part of her . she can ' t help it , can ' t help the reaction that 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒔 against her windpipe , @kuraokcmi just pulls the worst out of her .

veins made into live wires , ready to spark at any time , 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 ? the buzz within , a humming that drones on under your skin . the electricity you feel coursing through you is something more akin to adrenaline , & * you act as it ' s conductor . it could start fires , burn her from the inside out [ . . . ] as if there ' s not already a flame eating away at her resolve .

the tightening of her fists at her sides causes cresents to CUT against the inner palm . you ' ve just passed over the threshold , just welcomed the exit . & * HIS VOICE CHASES YOU . he ' s always been contumacious & * rambunctious . his complex often getting in the way of listening to anybody . why should she listen to him ?

eyes closed , fists tighten farther & * then release completely , as tension drains . they transition into arms crossed as she turns around to face him . SOMETIMES , his stupid blindfold , his glasses annoy her , for the eyes are the most telling things for any human , PERHAPS IT ' S ONE OF THE REASONS HE KEEPS THEM COVERED , how is she supposed to know how genuine he ' s being ? even salt looks like sugar .

❛ you have two minutes gojo . two . minutes ❜ amber burns into the cover he has on his eyes as her warning wanes into the air , & * you push past the man , a part of you deeply regretting this . ❛ don ' t waste my time ❜

[amplichor]

[ stormy ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep soaking wet

sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ . / accepting

caliginous , is that how you see it ? a painter gone blind , a pallet made monochromatic . pigments mix , blend into a messy gradient of gray fading into black . but it still reaches into your chest , holds the heart hostage : IT FORCES EMOTION . 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 . a mist , a drizzle , the downpour . [ . . . ] there ' s a 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 against the window , it echoes & * lets itself into the apartment , into the silence like a ghost calling 𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙀 . the rain has it ' s own song , a lullaby : melancholy in the bones , soaked with memories that are hanging ' round like ornaments : meant to be packed away , lost among the rose color nostalgia .

she can feel his presence before he ' s even knocked at the door , it ' s the cursed energy that you ' d know anywhere . it ' s troublesome , the deep blue that will swallow you up with no hesitation like a wave , a riptide . seaglass , sharp when it cuts against the auric nature of your own energy . ( it ' s ɑ protuberɑnce )

he doesn ' t need to knock . he knows that doesn ' t he ? he must , because it never comes [ . . . ] perhaps because utahime is already yanking at the door . fuming would be the wrong word : too harsh . 𝒗𝒆𝒙𝒆𝒅 may be a better discriptor , for her lips are already turned d o w n in a frown , facial expression flat & * even unamused . an overcast covers her . however nothing could have prepared you for what your gaze eats at .

just over the threshold , @eterxeo stands 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 , absolutely soaked : as if he ' s been submerged .

❛ does your limitless not keep you dry ? ❜ inquiry passes lips as she opens the door a little more -- acting as an invitation 𝐢𝐧 , even if it ' s a bad idea . ( give him an inch & * he ' ll take a mile . )

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the last time this happened, we were better prepared.

being prepared feels much like a fever dream , or perhaps something far out of their reach : a balloon released , floating up & up , LOST TO THE WIND . did you lose yourself while you watched it float away ? did all those fears of yours stalk into your head with feather light feet while you were distracted ?

where do you disappear to in anguish ?

months ago being prepared was making plans for each day , what was the coursework for today ? what were Kyoto ' s needs ? [ ... ] now , being prepared feels like that balloon went & * ( POPPED ) , loud as an echo in the silence of death . your ribs burn & * you ' re not sure where this will lead them , whether your flame will continue to burn the same .

a simple exhale slips past parted lips , pulled down into a frown . ❛ last time this happened , it was the real geto ❜ tone flattened , deflated & resembling a whisper : SOMETHING MELANCHOLY .

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❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜ - ahmya ( : bc she'd just say this normally.

source / accepting

INNOCENCE , stripped away long ago but still reminiscent at times , bubbling up like a buoy and floating on the edge of her skin . goosebumps that raise , CREATING BRAILLE / touch to read . a squeak is pulled from the songstress and eyebrows pinched with surprse . it melts fast , letters jumbled in a puddle [ ... ] she should spend the time to rearrange them in a perfect order , instead she ' s saying the first thing that comes flying out , even with a breath that ' s been chased away . ❛ guess i should start doing it more then ❜ and it ' s accompanied by a smile , edging toward mischievious .

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' i don't think i know who i am. '

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 , made up of energy with an unknown source. unmeasurable is the time you've spent pondering the origins . in the Shinto religion, it's believed that Izanagi and Izanami were the creators of humans but that doesn't answer : 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 ? does fate herself kiss each one goodbye ? destiny holding them close to her chest ; 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 ? or is it her heartbeat that lulls us to our next life ? utahime doesn't know, her pondering never yielded any answers , she doesn't think they ever will.

𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟, 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 ? you didn't for a large chunk of your life, and not because of the peaking hormones that made you break out in acne, or made your face thin , it was deeper than that . 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 , dig into the flesh / clean the grime and dust off the treasures hidden. @sugurau is different , his path never obvious , never as clear as hers . it's clearly been difficult and he's faced plagues she couldn't understand , 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 . it's complicated , that much she can understand .

but she still tries to hand him her shovel .

utahime was once leaning on the fence , 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 & even 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐝 around him for a while [ ... ] clearly a changed opinion by the way her stiffened shoulders release their tension, eyebrows raised and furrowed where the skin between wrinkles together. worry , written in the stars that connect her like a constellation . you've forgiven him , an understanding that the suffering he endured was a lesson in it's own way.

❛ that's okay geto - san ❜ you pause , amber eyes lower in a tender manner . ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 , fresh on her soul as she places a hand on his shoulder / meant to be a comforting touch. ❛ i think that's normal ❜ she is nurturing , a characteristic grown rare in the society they live in, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 . a hum resonates through her and she turns to the other with a small lift of lips ❛ we are always changing aren't we ? there's going to be stages of our lives where we're uncertain but ... that doesn't mean we're completely lost does it ? ❜

the hand rested on his shoulder squeezes briefly before it lifts up and back into her lap , ❛ even if that ends up being the case , there's always a friend around with a spare map ❜ and you hope he understands what you're trying to convey , how you have a spare map that you're willing to share , or even only a compass to point him in the right direction.

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★★★★★ ford i love you so much, your blog(s) is so beautiful, your writing and characterization of miss girl here has made her one of my favorite muses of yours! i hope you know i love you and im sorry for not being too active.

oh please , as a leo my ego is getting too big ( JK ) this means the world coming from you. you're one of the blogs that pop on my dash that i ALWAYS read ( i actually think you told me the same thing which is like, the spiderman meme ) but i love to read the intricate ways you write your characters and all the little details you put into their characterization. i feel like i find inspiration in the way you write and i always want to be able to achieve the same level of talent. PLEASE never apologize for not being too active, we all have lives outside of tumblr and rp, we all get busy, sometimes we dont have muse or just .. dont feel like writing. i love your presence when you show up on my dash no matter what, no matter how long its been. im super flattered by the fact that you like my utahime so much ..

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i'm just checking on you.

` THE STRONGEST ` often felt like a taunt , despite the knowledge of it ' s truth . READING THE SAME LINE OVER AND OVER , it never changes does it ? no , the letters all form the same words , punctuation always settles with no intention of shifting . no changes are needed in a perfect sentence . no changes are needed in a perfect world . their world is FAR from perfect . curses feel like a plague ; a cycle of MANIFESTING ➜ KILLING ➜ BEING KILLED , at times it feels never ending ; perhaps it is.

the pain certainly stains , like ink , dark and soaking into the fabric . TRAUMA that they're supposed to ignore . trained to ignore the negativity for the sake of retaining cursed energy , not to manifest more curses .

suguru geto . CURSED TO SWALLOW EVERY BODY ELSES PROBLEMS ; beside satoru gojo as a SPECIAL GRADE . where gojo steps on her nerves , geto often does his best to deescalate the conflict causes ( often he just makes it worse ) BUT you don ' t mind him as much . he is a bit more peaceful than his counterpart . the songstress shifts her hand up , SHOWS OFF the area she had been afflicted . where blood spilled and flesh torn was now wrapped in a bandage , ❛ im fine , shoko healed me up well ❜ hand lowers again ; despite where it ' s healed ; there are phantom pains . shoko had said that the bandages would help with that . your hand pulls back , ❛ could ' ve been worse . ❜ voice left in a murmur , musings of a nearly dead girl .

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“You’re cold. Come here.” gojohime

the crunch of snow , BRILLIANT WHITE & * NEARLY IRRIDESCNET where it remains untouched , leaning into holiness . the earth haloes the heavens , bright hues clouded by the blanket of cold . GRAYING THE LANDSCAPE .

usually , she argues . usually she pushes him away but [ . . . ] HE ' S RIGHT FOR ONCE , body shivers with the frigid air ; wind kisses her cheeks , bites across the reddening skin . so she turns , folds herself into him . mentally she hates the way she fits against him WITH EASE , like she ' s made for him . ❛ if you tell anybody about this , gojo -- ❜ she levels him with a warning gaze , the flecks of orange in her eyes BRIGHTENED . he however , is warm ; A FURNACE and for once she relaxes against him .

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“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—” gojohime

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⋆ °. ☾ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦⁿᵍ

where does your fuse begin ? how does it light / QUICK . tendrils made from wisteria ; deep purple & * petal soft , you ' ve always wanted it short ( your mom won ' t let you . ) . it dances in it ' s own respect , long strands that tickle .

initially , she rolls her eyes because of course she knows it keeps getting in her face ; she can feel the way it crests over her cheek , over her skin but -- her hair ties have fallen away somewhere ( LOST IN THE ABYSS ? ) . ❛ gojo no -- ❜ but it ' s no use because he ' s already touching . [ . . . ] why does he feel the need ? her lips are open , warnings & * anger spilling out , ❛ would you -- stop it ' s fine ! ❜

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YEAH BUT WHAT IF THEY KISSED????

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 ? ⋆ °. ☾ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦⁿᵍ

woman blessed ; THE NIGHT FAVORS HER , who dances in the moonlight , the heavens give you your stage . curtains of stars , lungs full of star dust . EVEN WITHOUT ICHOR & * AMBROSIA YOU ARE DIVINE . but you are not alone , she is there . she is beauty , undeniable in the light ; radiant . the moon grants you a vision of beauty .

it makes utahime ' s heart bloom . jasmine , with moth ' s garnishing . utahime feels safe , arms wrapped ' round the other woman ' s neck ( AN ANCHOR ; DO NOT DROWN DARLING ) , she ' s close enough to swim in . and it ' s nothing , when you shift closer , skin against skin . even closer , nose presses into cheek , lips soft & * balmed slotted into another pair . delightful hum ; SHORT & SWEET . it ' s a feeling that ' ll never get old , always feels like a home .

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❛ do you think i’m a good person? ❜ (loaded question really)

𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 ⋆ °. ☾ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦⁿᵍ

IS YOUR OWN SOUL CLEAN ? , do you atone ? judgement is not yours to claim [ . . . ] then who ' s responsibility is it ? it ' s common for jujutsu sorcerers to not believe in any higher being , rightfully so , if there was a higher being , then the curses they fight serve as punishments . CHOSO IS NOT HUMAN , not wholly . nor is he wholly a curse . the world is not made of black and white . it ' s a symphony of monochrome ; MESSY , charcoal on white planes of wall . A TANTRUM FROM THE UNIVERSE . utahime hums , more to herself than anything . it ' s a gun , loaded & * waiting .

❛ i wouldn ' t consider you a bad person , you ' ve just -- ❜ she muses , thinking , eyes shifting to look at the other . ❛ made some bad descisions . ❜

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❝ look what my life became without you. a droll tragedy. ❞

kyoto to tokyo is too far , she decides . the train always has too many strangers , too many who stare , curiousity blooming where animosity should be sheltered . but it ' s always worth it when she visits . more frequent here lately . SISTERS , in spirit . their similarities remain in the many , where their differences are there , but few . ( LIKE A JOKER IN THE DECK ) .

utahime rolls her eyes at her friend , sipping on a coffee , bitter with just enough creamer to call it sweetened . ❛ quit being so dramatic [ . . . ] if i didn 't know any better i ' d say gojo is rubbing off on you ❜ she speaks with an influx of annoyance , but FONDNESS is still found in tone . nails offer a gentle tink tink tink where they're rapt on the ceramic mug . ❛ seriously , how are you ? how ' s tokyo ? ❜