#VERSE (𝐈𝐕.) : ⑆ㅤㅤㅤsecrets of spilled ink / opium and blackberries.

[kuraikyu]

@trehontin : Deny him, hm? What a bold move to make, and he underlines that with just the mere shift of his body a bit closer to him. A bit nearer [ too close? ], sapping the strength between their boundaries with nothing but his presence and the benign laugh somewhere deep within his chest. He knew a jest when it was presented to him, but alas. " Why play so coy? " Because they both knew. " Want me to plead for an answer? Or just want me to ask nicely? " Whatever it was, he may entertain in just unraveling the other man a bit further. Bit by bit, just wanting to see him come undone [ not quite yet? ]. Thus he could speak, in that soft and whispered tone. " Kindly indulge me a bit further, will you? Did you like what you saw? " [ for geto :} <3 ]

ㅤ𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 accept absolutions of immensity than in inviting embrace of death? Just like he entangled himself in perpetual aeon of this invisible chase that peeled him raw slice by slice and left to trill something in his veins. To straddle seldom curves of fundamental duality & to have one hand drift and defy gravity with order and security, and the other in chaos, and possibility. Having all one's interest absorbed by something so sanguinary ... angry, and engrossed, he felt right now and full of get-up-and-go. He loathed this situation ... the chain events ... this man ... his presence ... the way he looked at him ... the way his unknown energy printed invisible marks and tried to bend him in his knees ... If it wasn't for his morbid fascination with everything dire and deadly, he would sickly curl, embracing his stomach in derisive self-laughter of an emotional rollercoaster akin to the one he has fought since Star-Plasma Vessel mission. Despite being pro-justice-oriented, Suguru hated listening to someone else's orders and he hardly ever found himself interested in other people, so what made this guy ( think he was ) special? This confusion brought back the mantra of despair because he could not understand what the hell was the meaning of all of this. And suddenly he remembers all those scary myths about otherworldly beings kidnapping / murdering the living. What if this time he wasn't a hunter anymore but the one being hunted? The unsettling terror that would strike guts of anyone acknowledging such realization. But what if - maybe they could be of mutual use to one another. Dangerous thought. Either way, there was no escape now, not from that warmth. There were many subjective questions, but no grounding instinctive self for it was too late, and the man was close; too close to the point where their chests almost touched. The following strangeness of such, sacred, fiery togetherness, substantially fills the habitable space between them beyond personal and social norms. The resonance of unknown energy would mesh and conflux with his cursed on the whole, stirring something that was over the moon for living and rapturous for non-living; purring somewhere between back gates of his portals. He did not know why this man was here, but he wanted to know why his body especially the energetical perkiness of his ardor reacted the way it did, and as if it wasn't enough as if all the negative emotions he exorcised tried to claw their way out to pierce, puncture, tear and devour (the creatures wanted right?) . The only way how to figure it out was to play this game. Death bringer in the guise of such aural apparition could very well see through his sotto voce and pretense veil of impassivity which held but one singular purpose and that to be served as a tease. As his students would jokingly say - 'he was good at hiding his rotten personality'. If only they knew ... one should not fully mend his faith in him. The thrill was not wholly one of fear. With faintest smirk manifests in grace simultaneous reaction to coyness.

'Want me to plead for an answer? Or just want me to ask nicely?

Such question challenged the poetic cantor in his own tune.

With drop of concern, his eyes would rest on the intruder with serenading recollection to allow other senses rise with another bold remark and reckless gesture but that's just him. " Carefully, such words might play into your disfavor, '' in responsiveness his voice scarcely low, daintily perceiving the immediacy of ingenuity to effective details, '' as much as I hate to say that, both options, in fact, sound quite appealing ... "

Layers of so seemingly harmonious patterns stirring gales from the most profound depths of one's being reveals themselves as intense to be gripped fully and meaningfully. Slowly, with utmost care & never all haste but cautiously, hand rises up. Closer and closer to his face in enticingly tender, almost ghostly brush. Halting in tracks and only pausing himself when the other spoke. Touching him, felt like touching a living sculpture cut from marble. Next - a stain of fresh crimson (* he almost forgot they stood in woodland desolation and he was injured ) trailing along, painting a small rivulet behind his thumb sliding all the way down across Shinigami's cheekbone and lip-corner. He had no intention to oblige his request; not unless he felt like doing so in his own fashion.

Gild, black tide unbroken by ragged breaths engulfed them like a spiral of a lustrous silk veil.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤCan you feel it?

The energy of Curse User was nothing pleasant but pure darkness and negative emotions combined, in spite of that such invocation by hands of skilled user could produce something additional and unexpecting in arts of manipulativeness. Symmetrical ache that lifts in forth pressing pressure and circulating synchrony, tightening to a feverish nearly ecstatic, devouring degree ... ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCan you feel my answer?

But it all would fade with brisk removal of his hand in next few seconds for another echo approximating behind his back was getting stronger.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ'-ensei!'

Nobara's and Pandas's call. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ'Sensei!'

' All good here ... these creatures are dead. ' Thanks to our new friend.

ㅤㅤ

[kuraikyu]

@trehontin : Stop calling it a 'leak'. [ couldn't help myself ]

'' ... ''

He - ...

HE'S not even going to utter -- ... But very well, he can always proceed to worsen his dictionary.

Until then, let's ignore all the Yokais floating aimlessly around the place. Above their heads.

[kuraikyu]

@trehontin : " You never answered my question. " One that could have seemed, in the feeling of closeness and warmth and temptations, rhetorical in nature and nought else. But alas--- " Did you like my little show? " [ Geto <3 :) ]

ㅤ𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 thinks it's smart.

After all, mortality is mortality a weakness of flesh but not spirit. And those unnamed temptations of their closeness mute reason and enhance instincts, so the prompt comes for the other man to elaborate not only follow his admittedly erratic thoughts from derogatory ... for equal savageness dances all around them in a scene near to desolation and obscure ingloriousness of onslaught. All that thanks to unknown creatures who woke up from slumber only to be put down; and nothing else. '' Question you say? '' his uttering slow, overtaxing cantations of well-refined string with much likely feigned apathy ... And that was something he could fiddle with for as long as he pleased. Hah, - unless?

'' Thought opinions of others may concern you the least. '' Especially after demonstrating a priori of certain escapade.

To live through several maddening epitaphs like a storm in skin, manage weakened consciousness and asymmetry of heart-picking rhythm - there is certain rebellion, to defy and conquer even when ashes still swirl in heavy lungs. Only blackness would show what gives light and what reflects it.

Should I grace you with honesty?

To challenge him to a chess party - that kind where wine spills along the entirety of the board with attentively contemplative meeting of their gazes.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ '' I - ... ''

[ ... ]

'' - may want to deny you answer for a bit longer. ~~ '' ♡

And if so what then? Ask me nicely and I may.

[kuraikyu]

@trehontin : " So loud for no reason~ "

ㅤ𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 allay one's own fears. Hundreds of conversations in voices loud as if all of them competing with rock music to dominate the thematic atmosphere. Suguru himself very much wished he could melt into the vibe of this bar and laugh at simple cares he had. But after barely finishing one glass of dry Vermouth, he came to conclusion it would not quiet roving mind, still greatly fatigued if he continued. Too much exorcism brought along too many dark thoughts no one knew about, thus came the inability to do anything else than just blandly remain deeply immersed in established set of attitude by the bar counter.

Elegant facade always in a good mood, the one he daily displayed seemed weary, and his face more lined than one could remember, for thoughts wandered back to his students. A kindred spirit must attend to the hurts of those injured by the curse of their techniques.

'You can't help these kids.' No, and it was true. But there was something he could do ... let them know they are not alone in this mess and somewhere there might be the slightest chance to optimize poultices that will bring them some measure of relief. Yeah, some deep matters are still left undone here. Such reward, should he prevail could be significant for his aid has been requested for this aim. Sometimes he would internally recount to details of each plan. He was hardly a beard of many winters, and still have seen things this day people would not have believed yesterday.

And then - thoughts wandered back to his twin girls. Stronger and madder - with each swallow a shadow of vengeance comes to tap his shoulder, cultivating sacred offers of gold obsidians manifesting amid his fingers. Its currents are strong, bitter, squeezing further his throat like an opiate of poetry crafting a sling knot above the abyss. What were lives of mortals more than a flickering candle-light in the gale to something greater and ancient? Mortals had more allies than they supposed, even among those they deemed no more than legends.

Humans ... spoke to Sorcerers as friends, gave them shelter, took the sweat from their brows, and repaid everyone with what? Treachery. So, he wondered, what would happen if someday someone would repay them in kind ... ? These forbidden thoughts had periodic frequencies of their darkest bloom, but fortunately, so far they vanished as quickly as they appeared. And sometimes there were days when he was worried to ask himself a question: what if one day they won't disappear, what then? Perhaps he wasn't made for teaching at all, perhaps his ambitions were far greater than that. It was then that he realized it is time to head back home, lay, and rest when every droplet in his throat started to turn into ashes, and the bar ran out of ice. Someone behind him was making a ruckus that clearly ( by the sound that traveled to him ) had nothing to do with ambient mirth. But of course, bars at night, pure nests for curses and demons born from negative human emotions intoxicated by spirits.

His wishful landing for peace may be uneventful, but then it may be tumultuous indeed.

The bartender was a good, humble person who Geto would once in a few months visit after frequent patrolling of local streets and in pursuit of special-grade wanderers. But that moment, the bartender lacked his typical sense of merry collectiveness as timorous eyes shifted nervously back and forth from drying glass at brutes apparently approaching closer. As the one who is strong, you are obligated to maintain the order. He gazed up at the desperate bartender. Don't worry, I'll take them out; they won't disturb your place any longer.

Someone from behind apparently shouted his way : ' Hey you!! ' '' ... '' Geto said nothing. Instead, almost mechanically cranium would tip from right to left shoulder, in a manner of awakening black cat stretching stiff neck muscles for what was going to follow next.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤF*cking Monkeys ...

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It was a fraction later — that the back doors kicked widely open, and a man was literally thrown out by great force. Then another ... third, fifth. Pathetically beaten and driven out from coming back by the immensity of Suguru's dark aura crisped with disturbing sensation of living rot covering each span by naught but a singular stride beyond threshold.

' So loud for no reason~ '

'' ... '' '' ??! "

Where life expects to renew caution sudden voice caught him off guard. An instant tick of moment triggered immediate cessation of blackened aura until its gradual then ultimate vanish along with any hardness in Geto's mien. Someone shortly behind ... and closer to his left.

This guy shouldn't be here. Wait, was the man here all the time? How could he not notice him? The change of playlist resulted in louder rhythms of music protruding from cranny gaps ; which brought along a strange switch in the atmosphere. With proper aim of senses that strange man ( who would not elude from fixation of Suguru's focus ) stood inches away from him; his profile a refined riddle clad in elegant biding. The flickering neon text light glitching: ' 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 ' reflected into the bleak avenue and caressed across subtle facial lines of the speaking stranger like velvet constellations, yet navigated to the pair of deep browns, gleaming just the same like polished amber in first rays of dawn; and he was brave enough to meet them with his own spinning mantra of nothingness and palette of starlit black. Great. The last thing he needs in this sh*tty state of mind is bumping into a beautiful man; that type of guy, who at first sight seemed like the one giving him a good talking about his own bad manners. A situation truly worth of deep sigh. But looks could be terribly deceiving. Many factions remained in being where he couldn't identify why he was spellbound to place and stiffness. And Geto, as a guy made of stern stuff, and shaped by sorts of experiences starting from the strangest to grossest feelings ... nothing for him quite ever felt like this uneasiness, but even so, on a level of intuition, he kept his movements in slow synchrony.

Under other circumstances, he would raise an eyebrow and subject other one to closer scrutiny, but again too much exorcism had a price. '' Sorry about that, didn't mean to throw these guys almost right — ugh, right ... at you, '' he managed in haste his scattered manners and admittedly apologized about his shortcomings, contemptuously glancing as well at pitiful display of mankind cowardice in attempt to slink away from kindled spitfire of their mortifying ordeal, '' this lot is hardly ever over their limits. But believe me, there was a reason for this noise. '' Was there? Was there any other reason than his own savageness?

Nor Sorcerers nor other entities can exist without encountering one another; such is the law of existential attraction. Macabre incognito shouldn't be able to melt away your inner pains, but perhaps the reality was that ... that very same pain was overshadowed by something else, something ... unexplainably inhumane although perfectly humane, standing and smiling at him with a degree of faithfulness only constant of death can bring. It was just as alluring as it was terrifying. Don't mind him. Don't stare. He pinched his nose bridge from unexpected sensory overload he likely blamed on overusing powers and looked reluctantly back at the speaker, '' If you're ... on your way in, then I suppose you couldn't pick better timing. The air's clear from further troubles. Oh, yeah, and May Geminis get all the free drinks today, well, applies twice if it's your birthday, '' thumb directingly pointed over his shoulder back at doors as he stepped forward passing around his mysterious encounter, '' have fun. '' Like a cloud of smoke, the curse manipulator continued to wind down along the steps and fully out of the place; manifesting his prior intention to vanish into the night, and sanction further his emotional cannibalism from dangers of public affairs.

[kuraikyu]

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐔𝐬.

ꜜ past.ㅤㅤ# 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝙻

- past days ; pre & post village massacre and deflection from TMCTC.

ꜜ Yokai AU.ㅤㅤ# 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚂

Nekomata. ( Works with both eras ; modern & ancient )

ꜜ mafia AU.

tba.

ꜜ Sensei AU.ㅤㅤ# 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙾𝙿𝙸𝚄𝙼 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂

Suguru never strayed from his path of righteousness. After trauma with Amanai mission, he focused on solving all kinds of things to suppress the bitterness of his technique to not end up going crazy. During his encounter with Mimiko and Nanako, he ended up heavily beating their abusers, and instead of killing them, he brought them to local fields of justice. He later moved away from his parents to Tokyo and adopted the Hasaba twins after obtaining information they had no relatives left. He grew up and graduated from TMCTC, where he eventually returned as a stand-up teacher ( stand-up so he won't has to use his technique much anymore ) alongside his friends. Just like Nanami - he found himself another part-time job as a  body piercer. - Geto consulted Yaga about the matter of 'trouble' techniques. The newly named Principal agreed to his proposal that students graced with unfortunate powers need a different / special approach and additionally to their training would fall under Geto's supervision where the main focus would be dedicated to finding a way how to better use their attributes and avoiding the severity of psychological traumas. tag: VERSE (𝐈𝐕.) : ⑆ㅤㅤㅤsecrets of spilled ink / opium and blackberries.

ꜜ post Hyakki Yakō.ㅤㅤ# 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝚅𝙸𝚅𝙴𝙳

AU where Geto was not killed by Gojo. Instead, he was brought to Tech as a prisoner. Unexpecting events happened, sparking long roars and indecisiveness between Higher-ups ; several times Suguru saved the school & students from clear catastrophe. Half wished him to be executed immediately half wanted him to live and be used for whatever sake of Jujutsu affairs. Until decision about his fate is made, he cannot leave the school. - after a difficult surgery, Suguru woke up with two bracelets attached to his left wrist and right ankle. The bracelets happen to be cursed seals that would execute him immediately within 5 seconds by releasing deadly poison into his skin if he used his technique or tried to trespass the border of school without permission. - the bracelets can be removed only by Higher-up, the Principal, or another specially authorized person. - from Shoko, he receives a prosthesis as a replacement for his missing right limb. - gradually with time, he was allowed to move more freely and even briefly interact with students seeking supervision but never alone and only under the watch of other alumni. More than twice he had an opportunity to escape, but he did not. Did Suguru really give up his extremist politics to improve and chose a different path? Or could there be some hidden motives behind his deliberate stay?