#nvictive

[heartsbind]

❤️ + ✈️ + 🧶 !!

shannon yaps about themself time!

❤️ — what are some of your best qualities?

i see you making me be positive about myself -- DKJFSNKJSD 🥺 anyway okay so i would say... my sense of humor and i am good at making myself look physically calm under pressure and organized (at work) even though i never feel that way DKFDSFDSF like at my mother's wedding this weekend. like... ok story time DKJFNDSF so i have three sisters, all younger, the youngest two are twins and the one in the middle is the one who just had a baby. the older twin is engaged and the younger twin has a bf. so older twin's fiance was standing by my brother-in-law and the baby and when he saw us starting to file out for like the procession or whatever the walk to the altar is, he starts like gesticulating and pointing at the baby and giving a thumbs up, but my sister could not tell what he was doing and was like starting to get anxious and asking us like "what's he saying, what about the baby-" and i, who had just been in a 2 hour long car ride with him and just know what he's generally like, could calm her down bc i knew they were positive gestures like "hey i see your baby! she's all good!" and then at the exact same time my mom was getting nervous bc the youngest twin was singing and we'd rehearsed walking according to what verse she was on and like nobody in our lineup could hear her from the building we were coming from EXCEPT i guess another good quality is that i have good hearing (my husband also can't hear for shit so i'm always hearing shit for him me vc oh that car is playing seven nation army i can hear the bass / him vc WHAT are you talking about / ANYWAY--) bc i could be like "ok she's on first verse. ok she's on the chorus. ok second verse is coming up. ok time to go" so anyway i hadn't considered much about any of it until the hostess that was helping us run the event that night came up to me later and was like you did really great!!! and all that and i was like oh! i did nothing!

i am also very humble and yap a very normal amount ---

✈️ — ever traveled anywhere interesting?

ok i can keep this one short bc i haven't gone too many places! i cannot drive and am broke and rarely have the chance to take more than a few days off at once so i've never left the country nor traveled very far across the country. i've pretty much stayed on the east coast u.s. but!! i got lucky enough to go to savannah georgia for a couple days for my sister's bachelorette party a few years ago and that was really fun! they had this place where they did brunch and they would put rubber ducks in your drinks. i think i still have mine somewhere

🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests?

video gaming primarily! beyond the games that i have muses for i really like all kinds of different sims. all sorts of farming sims that i just keep collecting, i have like gas station sim and powerwashing sim, supermarket sim, house flipper, pool-cleaning, crime scene washing... i'm currently juggling two/three bg3 runs, early access fields of mistria, just completed the demo of metaphor re:fantazio last night (the gameplay was so fun and it looked so incredible oh my gosh!)

i am god awful at watching things, tv shows i'm the worst at and movies i'm hit or miss - i just have soooo many things i want to do that it's hard to pick what to do next haha! but i have a background in scriptwriting and media studies so i really enjoy watching movies when i have the time!

i used to play the alto saxophone for a symphonic band at a local college that was open to community members! i miss it, but the last place i moved to it was just too far of a drive to justify doing it, plus covid put them in limbo for a bit and i don't think i ever got an email when they started in-person up again, probably because i wasn't in a position to do online meetings with everyone and practice at the time. i'm hoping to move back into the city next year, and maybe i can try to go again!

anything else... i like doing puzzles with my husband, we love tabletop mystery games (we used to have a hunt a killer subscription), and i love collecting even though i am too broke to really do it DKFSDJFDSFS and have no space to put anything. oh and i did start to practice drawing but i haven't done that in a while DFJDSFDSF

[ak4rin]

📱 help both me & satoru are curious,

[solrites]

@nvictive said: "it was all really complicated. i'll tell you all about it someday."

SOLVEIG, DESPITE WHAT ONE MIGHT THINK, IS NOT A MEDDLER. she doesn't tend to pry, won't try to get someone to open their mouth let alone try to yank their teeth open to get them to spill their guts. but she has so many questions, so it's understandable if it comes off that way. sometimes she asks so many, there's never a moment in time that one can be answered until she runs out of breath.

"WERE YOU SCARED?" this time, it seems to be the only question she has. maybe she knows it's a big question. asking for a deep kind of vulnerability - the kind that she's used to freely giving without a second thought or hesitation, because she's so full of it and finds sharing it beautiful instead of shameful or terrifying.

from what she knows about GOJO SATORU (who is different that Satoru, Her Best Friend Who She Loves Massively) - the powerful Other that is different than the Other she is, she doesn't think he'd ever be allowed to be afraid. then again, the only things she knows about Gojo Satoru are from things Satoru, Her Best Friend Who She Loves Massively, tells her briefly - when they share things that are scary and concern what they are instead of who they are. so solveig offers some kind of vulnerability first, even though it's different and smaller and she's allowed to live in trepidation and always has been.

"i-- i get scared of lots of things. i get afraid of the dark when it r-rains here so - so - so badly i sleep with the lights on. i'm scared of ticks and butterflies. one time a butter-butterfly landed on my head and i c-cried so hard i got a nosebleed. i probably would've been scared, then, too."

[penumbraal]

wraps a small blindfold around the kid's eyes, then joins his palms together in fatherly admiration. “ there. now you look just like me, megumi ! ”

his vision is shrouded in darkness quick ; though it doesn't take long for megumi to deduce what's happened, just as it doesn't take long for satoru to reveal himself as the culprit.

his brow creases with mild irritation, only because he's being forced to ponder how ridiculous he has to look ⸻ though it doesn't occur to him that with his eyes, the clearest windows into his real feelings, covered, satoru only has the pout of his lips and the stiffness of his shoulders to judge his reaction. ( and, that's not always helpful ⸻ because megumi's almost always got his lips pulled and pursed into some kind of pout, and rarely has his body ever known a state of total relaxation. )

he can't see the way satoru is looking at him, the proud father that megumi's always been afraid to accept / always wondered if he deserves, but he can hear him loud and clear, the mischief and the admiration all. if only he were anything but a thorny wildflower that pricks any time one touched it.

instinct urges him to question him, why are you doing this ? but he holds his tongue ; ultimately decides that maybe just this once he will indulge him, but ⸻

❝ i'm not leaving the room with this on, ❞ he warns at last, arms crossing with an almost juvenile but half - hearted petulance. even still, satoru can consider this a win.

after a beat: ❝ it’s . . . kind of comfortable. ❞

[chikoyama]

one of us is going to have to be bait. / i guess you know who satoru expects to be bait LMAO

The Devil in Me Prompts | Accepting

… Huh? Why? Why was Satoru looking at her strangely like that? Silence rolled over them, figurative crickets chirping quietly in the background as the younger girl took a moment to process it — his words, the inflection in his tone accompanied by a gaze that seemed to emanate a certain kind of expectancy from her.

Five long seconds it took the first-year student before it finally dawned on her what her senior suggested they do. Then, her eyes widened with realisation. “Me?!” Chiyori nearly cried out in protest, but managed to, last second, lower her voice enough to keep their hiding — they were crouched down behind an arbitrary bush — undetected by the group of Kyoto students searching for them.

With a silent but steadfast jolt of her body, Chiyori turned to face him. She was prepared to stand her ground in case he were to try coax her into it. Was Satoru really expecting her to willingly volunteer as bait? N-no way would she do that! Not with her current position in this goodwill event! That would simply be too risky, and Chiyori wasn’t going to put the few points she’d managed to scrape together all on the line just for that, especially not in the hands of her brash senior!

Sure, they needed someone to distract the Kyoto students, but… Chiyori turned away, jaw clenching… but if Satoru could manage to seize their flag and dash back to their own territory with it, then they would be declared as winners of this game. He was, after all, stronger and faster than her. Plus, she’d be able to secure her current spot on the scoreboard with some extra points to her name. Well, given that she could manage to survive long enough to not get caught and eliminated.

That would be a solid plan, wouldn’t it? There was a long pause as Chiyori considered. Though, she didn’t dare to turn her gaze back to Satoru — she could sense his intense stare on her. In silent frustration, she drove her nails into her palms. Eeeuuugh! She was going to be a pushover again now, wasn’t she? "F-fine!" She surrendered rather sheepishly before he could begin laying out any of his arguments to her.

[ninkaku]

  ▍ CASE FILE . . . GOJŌ, SATORU ⤻ @nvictive .

one pm, shibuya station. by a quarter past the hour they should have been back on the school grounds, awaiting meetngs for discussions that were ultimately bound to bore them to sleep. instead, they had decided to take a well needed, earned diversion into the arcades, organised through messages during their respective assignments within the city. dazai had been sent to tōkyō's technical college to avoid this specific sort of disappearing act, too comfortable slipping past supposed figures of authority for a few moments of blissful escape in his own solitude. in the outlook of dazai preferring his own company, they maybe thought that he lacked the knowledge of how to forge friendships, figured the isolation would do him well and force him to perform better in his studies, take more of an interest in the path laid out before him. though, in partial thanks to natural gravitation and a general likeness, he'd instead found himself in close ranks with those in his year. a fortunate falling into place for dazai, unfortunate for those higher and the plan they had concocted to try and keep him in check.

spotting the beacon of familiar, stark white hair and mirrored uniform atop the steps leading to the platforms below the station, dazai hopped the final two to join satoru on the pavement, letting go of a bone - deep sigh. “ uwaah . . . ” the clock above the station signalled his tardiness of ten minutes. “ couldn't ditch the manager fast enough. ” a few of the businessmen jogging to catch their trains had their eyes locked onto the pair's uniforms, likely wondering why two students were so far from the classroom at such a time. dazai's head turned to watch one of them descend the stairs, brows pinched and lips downturned, only turning back when the man stopped looking at them quizzically. “ tried telling her she isn't paid enough to babysit ... but she wouldn't have it. ”

[avichor]

❙⠀ ⠀ 𝒊.⠀ GOJŌ, SATORU.⠀⠀⠀.𖥔 ݁ ˖⠀⠀“⠀⠀you’re only asking me ‘cos your arms are too short for a good selfie angle.⠀⠀” ⠀⠀[⠀. . .⠀]⠀⠀@nvictive .

arms folded over his chest in defiance, brows furrowing into a bitter expression of a formed pout — one lift of his foot and impact over the pavement, and fumiya would be throwing an incredibly childish tantrum. but he only breathed in through his nostrils, jaw clenching the slightest as he forced the impassiveness through his expression, molten discs eyeing the sorcerer without so much of an upturn of his chin. “ first of all, rude. ” he shot him a glare as he stepped to the side, just another foot away from him and focused on the flickering sign of a convenience store where they'd been sent to track down another curse. an extended activity as part of the goodwill event, something - something about bonding and forging good relationships between the two schools. some poor version of a scavenger hunt. he could still feel the ache between his ribs from the tournament two days prior, the unexpected prolongation of their stay thrown onto the students last - minute. unlike his classmates, he didn't feel any resentment or hostility towards gojo or his teammate, just envy and reluctant admiration. “ second of all, rationally and logistically speaking, you'll get a better take than i do with this shitty phone camera. ” he tried to stabilize the shakiness of the flip phone's aim, squinting. “ and i want to win the prize for getting the most cases complete. i got a bet with my friend, kinda need to beat them. ”

[heartsbind]

look, whatever stupid thing you’re about to do, you’re not doing it alone, and that’s that. / tsumiki !

⸻ stupid ? perhaps. tsumiki hasn't been awake for long at all, compared to how long she's been asleep, and already she's trying to jump into action.

how could she do anything else ? her little brother is in danger ! she awoke from her coma into what was practically a nightmare, an entirely new world within which, it turns out, megumi and satoru have been part of this entire time. all this time she's been so blind to the danger that they've been putting themselves through ; blind to the danger that megumi has put himself through for her sake.

she doesn't quite understand what she's been given, now that she's awake, but there must be something she can do.

you're not doing it alone. she blinks as the other half of satoru's statement registers in her mind, looks back up at him with anxious, fearful, and grateful eyes.

❝ ⸻ i don't even know what i'm going to do, ❞ she confesses, her voice shaking. ❝ but, megumi ⸻ i can't stay put. how much has he done for me, all this time, without my even knowing it ? how much more have you ? ❞

♡ supernatural, seasons 1 - 5 starters.

[gyofukuki]

🐹 / actually one of the kindest people i've met 🥰 !!

how intimidating am I?

squeaksqueak!

have you considered it may be on you? you are terribly hard not to be kind to!

(thank you for your presence and kindness!)

[ak4rin]

forget about me , just save them . / hi nina it's angst time

the exasperated groan his words pull out of her mouth shouldn't come as a surprise and yet akari can't help but wonder if satoru is trying to piss her off on purpose or has truly come out of that stupid box with all his brain gears rearranged. the end of her cane leaves marks on the ground when she leans her weight onto it - the taller man walking around at a pace she can't keep up with that easily anymore yet she's still stubborn enough to try and catch up. "you've been telling this shit to everybody today," it's not lost on her that itadori was rather shaken by the statement, akari silently agreeing because no child should be told that ... especially now of all times. "stop terrorising people, you're not dying, we're not forgetting about you." she doesn't mean to sound so harsh, but the reality of it all is that everything she's attempted to push away lately has come back multiplied like a boomerang - but she's not going to lose any more friends, that's for sure. "we're all going forward so shut the hell up. we are saving them."

[solrites]

@nvictive said: "i thought you'd be more excited to see me."

HERE IS A LIST OF THINGS TZIPPORAH THINKS SHOULD BE BROUGHT BACK, IN NO ORDER: the guillotine, quartering someone in town square and throwing rotten produce at them, public lashing, and that one thing they did during the salem which trials where that farmer was accused of witchcraft and then had a heavy board put on him and was continuously weighed down with more stones because he refused to confess (more weight! more stones! tzipporah will never forget you, giles corey).

her head turns almost comically slow at the sound of his voice, and she's truly regretting the decision to WALK HOME instead of taking up eden's offer of a car ride today. great exhale through her nose, and for once - it's not just her face, she means to glower. in the back of her mind, she knows she's being a little unfair. the kind of extroversion that satoru seems to possess should remind her of her younger brother, who has historically never gotten on her nerves. then again, he's not her brother - just a strange man that invades her space and talks too loudly in a library.

her hands twitch at her sides, and if she was more immature, tzipporah would follow the urge to mime strangling herself in front of him. if she was more immature and a bit more mature in her meanness, maybe she'd lie to him and tell satoru that being actually routinely waterboarded is something she finds greatly more enjoyable over talking to him. but tzipporah isn't immature, and her anger isn't mature - she's not practiced with sharp words or verbal lashings. it wouldn't be true, anyways. and she's not a liar. so her hands stay by her side, and the worst she does is roll her eyes.

"please don't break your routine of NOT THINKING to think about me. it would be a tragic characteristic of yours to lose."

[penumbraal]

@nvictive: “ pain makes us make bad decisions. fear or pain is almost as big of a motivator. ” || house md prompts, still accepting

if he's unimpressed with the lecture, it's because he knows exactly what satoru is getting at. the expression on megumi's face sours instantly, pulls a subtle, subconscious pout to his lips while his brows crease, eyes cast downward, embarrassed.

he is giving it its due thought. the thing is, he knows keenly his own limits. it's always in the back of his mind, tactically rationing his cursed energy, his physical and mental energy. summoning mahoraga is not representative of him deciding to tap out just because the going's getting a little too tough ( though, perhaps it would be concerning to some how easily he's willing to do it ). the thought of anyone seeing otherwise irritates him.

all the same, he knows this is all just hand in hand with what satoru has been telling him. it's a challenge ⸻ isn't it ? if summoning mahoraga is indicative of him reaching his limits, then he's being challenged again to go beyond that. satoru thinks he can ; and that means megumi should. he has to. he won't get stronger if he doesn't. he won't be able to save anyone if he stagnates.

still ⸻ he's going to continue to be annoyed by the insinuation.

❝ don't even start, ❞ he cautions, positively grumpy. ❝ you're acting like i'm always in hysterics over the smallest inconvenience. i didn't summon him the last time you gave me a concussion. ❞

[chikoyama]

i can care about more than one thing at a time.

The Devil in Me Prompts | Accepting

The terrace itself spanned the entire level, its floor lined with wooden boards. Atop was a dark-tiled roof, one equally as large in size, probably to shield against the harsher weathers during Winter… or for decorative purposes — or both. If anything, pretty unremarkable for any buildings that took on the exterior of a temple.

At this time of the year, it was the season of Spring. That time when the flowers were about to unfurl their petals, to bloom. That time when the weather had become warmer too. More pleasant… and speaking of the weather, today’s had been quite agreeable, Chiyori would say.

Leaned over the railings, the young sorceress overlooked the architectural landscape of Jujutsu Tech. At the back of the horizon, the Sun was setting, distributing its remaining rays of light for the day. At the sight, a soft sigh escaped. For all its brutality, the school could be quite charming at times, she must admit.

With the wind seemingly at still, however, it was oddly quiet up here. Perhaps too quiet even — the kind of quietness that should’ve warranted a sense of foreboding in Chiyori if she hadn’t found herself located within the safe enclosures of the school. Almost like the calm before the storm.

Spending one last minute savouring the view, Chiyori allowed her eyes to drift shut, readily filling her lungs with air before fluttering her eyes open once more. Then, with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, the sorceress turned away from the view.

Heading towards the stairs where her next mission awaited, she halted as her gaze landed on the sorcerer behind her. Calmly, Chiyori canted her head to the side, eyes quietly observing him in the same way he seemed to be observing her — when had Satoru emerged? He hadn’t been standing there for too long, had he? Nah, otherwise he’d have spoken earlier, the sorceress reasoned.

The conversation that followed was brief, their exchange terse and straight to the point. However, the unexpectedness of it was enough to cause Chiyori to appear mildly nonplussed. She’d never taken the six eyes for the caring type — not towards her at least, and not so directly.

Admittedly, his moral compass and intentions had always been slightly unclear to her. A bit of a goofball with his frivolous ways, really. Quite unfitting some would say, especially in a place where peers and sorcerers seemed to treat everything with a solemn attitude.

Whatever shifts he claimed that his six eyes had seen in her cursed energy, however... she couldn't exactly argue against it. Absorbing curses hadn’t come easily to her lately. At times it felt like she was choking, almost as if she was drowning in a sea of hands trying to pull her under.

Regardless, a wry smile stretched its way past her lips — for for all the magnificent abilities that the six eyes seemed to possess, she knew he didn’t have the one to read minds.

“Are you worried for me, Satoru?” Chiyori responded, head tilted to the side still, voice pleasant, though colored with the undercurrent of playfulness, perhaps in a subtle attempt to ease the tension. “Don’t you have enough to tend to?” Surely, there existed more urgent matters that required his attention.

Despite being proclaimed the strongest, there only existed one of him. That Chiyori was aware of, and she wasn’t selfish enough to claim the time of someone of such importance. Didn’t the strongest already have enough on his plate?

[vesselmade-a]

satoru won’t lie : part of his gift would’ve only been possible thanks to nanami’s cooperation, somewhat surprised he’d entertain the more… spontaneous sort of ideas, even though a surprise party wasn’t all that unheard of for a child yūji’s age. still, it’d have to wait until evening ⸻ among the inevitable abundance of toys & sweets already prepared for him, six-eyes decides to offer him his own present in the meantime.

it’s far from extravagant or conventional, its value hardly likely to be properly grasped by the boy that’s still too young [ … ] but he’s quick to catch up on his knowledge of curses even outside of an environment that swarms with them. a talisman from one of his trips overseas, the most potent one in his arsenal to boot, tinkered with by none other than gojō himself to further strengthen its ability to keep even the most harmless of curses at bay. for the rare occasions he may not be around. sitting the boy down on one of his thighs, satoru makes quick work of tying it around the kid’s wrist & gives his hair a ruffle. “ ice cream & a movie of your choice? ...dad’s treat, of course ! ”

the  boy  had  been  brimming  with  excitement  all  week , eagerly  anticipating  the  20th  of  march — his  birthday. it  was  a  day  he  looked  forward  to  every  year , much  like  any  other  kid. while  gifts  held  little  allure  compared  to  the  cherished  moments  spent  with  his  dad  and  the  indulgence  in  sweets , he  relished  the  simple  joys  of  being  surrounded  by  loved  ones. despite  having  almost  everything  he  wanted , nothing  compared  to  having  his  father  by  his  side. he  was  a  modest  child , content  with  little , despite  his  abundance.

as  he  glanced  at  his  wrist , a  wide  smile  painted  across  his  face , his  eyes  sparkled  with  excitement. "  thanks , dad !  "  small  arms  wrapped  tightly  around  his  guardian's  neck , holding  on  with  a grip  stronger  than  intended , as  if  unwilling  to  let  go. yuji  believed  that  this  embrace  was  the  best  gift  he  could  receive  on  his  birthday. at  the  end  of  the  day , yuji  deemed  this  simple  moment  as  the  pinnacle  of  his  birthday  celebrations. with  boundless  energy , he  leaped  up , unable  to  contain  his  excitement , tugging  on  satoru's  sleeve. "  ice  cream  and  a  movie ?  "  he  practically  squealed , already  poised  to  dart  out  the  door  before  even  changing  into  something  new. "  this  is  already  the  best  birthday  ever !  " without a doubt this was something he said each and every year.

[qismet]

you put up a fight though, more than i expected. / seiko, during the exchange event !

despite their valiant efforts, treetops slashed and rocks exploded, seiko has still had the shit knocked out of them seven different ways, keeled over on the ground with their knees and palms in the dirt, bo discarded and connecting blades glinting in the sun. at gojo's words, words that sound like the beginning of a victory tour, they raise one hand, arm straight and index finger pointed towards the sky and waggling as though to say gimme a minute ! as they heave to catch their breath. once their lungs have stopped burning they push back to sit up on their knees, palms instead braced on their thighs as they stare up at the victor of their scuffle.

“ hold on . . . - ” words carried on a heavily exhaled breath, eyes widen with the internal thought that they're still tired, after what feels like minutes laying on the ground. seiko thinks they might vomit. taking on satoru gojo had been their idea, no short - straw to be drawn, but maybe they had been foolish expecting not to be drowning in their own sweat beneath the unrelenting summer sun. “ - . . . wait a sec. i'll get up and we can run it again, i can take you. i can so totally take you. ” they're not exactly sure who they're trying to convince with the words, but whoever it is, it isn't working.

maybe it's for the best that this event is only supposed to happen once a year, seiko doesn't think they could withstand this level of embarassment daily, idly thinks they should feel sorry for the other students enrolled at tokyo tech. they're a good sport where it counts, and truly don't mind being beat so long as the fight is worthy of the loss. this one, however, feels like it ended way too quickly. they gather themselves and rise to their feet, shaking off the imbalance as they collect the two halves of their bo and slot them together, twirling it briefly around their knuckles before catching it in their palm and holding it steady. “ you're insane, ” that much is echoed with a genuine sincerity, seiko is appreciative of the display of true power, simply also unwilling to let this go so easily, even if it means only aiding as a distraction while the kyoto students focus their attentions on the tasks at hand. “ but man, i don't think you'd last a solid two minutes if you had to lift a finger without those little gimmicks. ” realistically, seiko is all too aware that they don't match up nearly anywhere on the same scale, but this is the most fun they've had in weeks, it'd just be a shame to let it end so soon.

[ashestxashes]

🐹🤭

How Intimidating Am I?

🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

Pfff, now u just wanna get chomped on, don't cha~~