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˚꩜｡ @phys1cian SAID : 〞 I'VE MISSED THIS SO MUCH. 〝 shōko sighs it, half mumbled as she meets suguru's next thrust. he isn't meant to hear it, but she says it all the same.

THIS TIME, THEY'VE MADE IT FAR ENOUGH INTO A BED : suguru's hand is buried in shōko's hair, while the other rests at the curve of her hip, guiding each movement of their bodies in tandem — their bodies are intertwined, interwoven, pressed so tightly against one another that they might just be one, and nothing in the room exists other than the two of them. there is no metaphor for this — it is hunger, simple as, a rotting need for skin against flesh against skin against flesh. suguru could have missed her words, and he almost did, were he not so obsessively aware of every inch of her, every movement, every little detail sprinkled in to their . . . this, whatever it is. he presses his mouth to her jaw , kisses the skin there. laughs against her, the sound buried alongside the rest of it. „ what was that? “ a beat. he rolls his hip into her again. „ i didn't quite get that. “

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˚꩜｡ @phys1cian SAID : 〞 I'M TRYING TO SEE WHAT YOU SEE. 〝

DO YOU HATE NON-SORCERERS, GETO-KUN? late september always feels like standing in a precipice , one foot hovering over the air while the other stays glued to the ground — a body pulled in two directions, torn between the stability of what is known versus the thrill of what isn't. except, in suguru's case, there isn't a thrill in the unknown path ahead — instead, his hands tremble as a fist closes around his heart, a man-made furnace turning it into ash. he presses his thumb to his forehead, closes his eyes, tries to think, think, think. he can hear shōko's voice in the other room, trying to explain to those ﹒﹒﹒ people the gravity of their errors. from the way the men raise their voices, it's not going well. suguru's nails dig into his palms as he looks at those frightened little girls, not a year over five, and thinks, thinks, thinks. DO YOU HATE NON-SORCERERS, GETO-KUN? YES. NO. ƧƎY.

suguru leaves the cell, grabs at shōko's arm with probably more force than necessary, drags her outside where the chilly wind of the mountains is less than forgiving — NEITHER IS HE. his hands are trembling but not from the cold, and he's speaking words that are unintelligible even to himself, and he can tell shōko's trying her best to follow his line of thought and still failing. he closes his eyes, tight, when he hears her voice, the gentleness of it aching at the parts of him he forgot were even there : i'm trying to see what you see.

„ i just . . . they just — “ a beat. frustration causes suguru to groan, to grab at his hair and pull it desperatedly, the strands falling around his face madly. „ they can't fucking . . . they can't get away with this, shōko. “

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maddalena and the dark.

dialogue prompts from maddalena and the dark by julia fine.

you're joking. you must be.

you must be desperate.

i am more like _____ than i care to be.

what do you want? what will you pay for it?

you're so experienced.

i'm trying to see what you see.

are you staying here?

for everyone's sake, you should do as you're told.

i'm not afraid of you.

we have a good life here.

it's not a better life. just different.

how could i not want you?

who would you be without the costumes, the artifice?

do you speak?

i want to be recognized.

the order can collapse, if we question it.

i could _____ in my sleep.

was someone singing?

i want someone to remember me.

there's no need to be so jumpy.

nothing is gained for nothing.

you knew where to find me.

only you have ever missed me.

do you trust me?

there's only so much sensation a body can take.

where do you go?

if you could have anything --- and i mean, anything at all --- what would it be?

you aren't what i expected.

i thought you'd be harder, shinier. does that make sense?

i've never felt more myself.

what men do, women can do, if they're given an opportunity.

it feels good to be chosen.

if you can't be the star, you might as well polish it.

what do you have to be afraid of?

what could stand against the two of us, together?

you're better than _____.

there is always the girl with the fire, and the girl warming her hands at the flame.

threes are for fairy tales. they unlock what's forbidden.

surely this place is still safe.

what appears effortless often requires the most work.

the stars seem close enough to eat.

you make me feel like what i'm doing is important.

look. then listen.

if you're going to sell your soul, at least know what you're getting in return.

who are you to feel sorry for me?

you'll be happy, i promise.

we all go home to bed, do we not?

you think i haven't realized what you're doing?

you only know as much as i do. don't pretend to know more.

try to be less obstinate.

if i cared about the gossips, i would die.

don't you have anything to say to me?

i can't get a read on you.

they can't prove anything. we've made sure of this.

you seem like you mean well.

is _____ so terrible?

you only ask for what you know you'll get.

you're nowhere near as charming as you make yourself out to be.

was it worth it? was it fun?

they're all staring at you.

i haven't prayed since i left home.

what are we to each other?

where are you taking me?

how much do you think you've changed?

does desiring something make it worthwhile?

i'm sorry i didn't tell you. i didn't know what to say.

you're not mad? or disappointed?

i was certain you'd be here.

you don't want to be anyone but yourself. that's a rarity, but also a danger.

if you want an angel, you don't want ____.

things don't look good for any of us, i'm afraid.

you're giving up on love?

what do i have that you want?

everything i've done is for you.

what is it like to be adored?

what is marriage like?

a person is capable of anything when they can hide behind anonymity.

such a place doesn't suit you.

i never imagined you told me everything.

we'll have everything we wanted.

you know the rules are antiquated, don't you?

_____ fooled us all.

what good is naming the fish you've caught to eat?

the risk amplifies the reward.

you are a light at which the moths will gather.

i need you, however i can have you.

pity is the purest poison: it goes quickest to the bloodstream, and works in all manner of ways.

i'm not angry. i'm tired.

what good is your promise?

anything that can hurt me already has.

you taste just like i imagined.

the space between submission and loss is so small.

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˚꩜｡ @malient SAID : ❛ COME HERE. THERE'S NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF. ❜

THIS ANGER DOES NOT COME IN WAVES : it has come, already, has lodged itself into the crevices between his ribs, stretched itself like a thread & knitted its raveled sleaves over his heart, holding it so tightly it barely dares to beat, each pulse reverberating the treacherous yarn of rage throughout the entire length of his body. no, this anger does not come in waves : IT SIMMERS. there's dried blood on the nape of his neck, mangled up with strands of black hair, glueing dirt-blood-hair together in a dull brown shade that would fall off in flecks were he to touch it — there's a metaphor there, somewhere, and were it any other moment he might have been more compelled to take it apart and dissect it, but, alas. as it stands, suguru can only taste the aftermath of violence like ash on his tongue.

over the confines of the flesh, suguru can feel the blossoming of red-purple-yellow bruises on the leftside of his chest, a broken rib poking through in throbbing pain — he pays it no mind. call it his foolish pride to keep him from placing a hand where it hurts. instead, he lifts his chin to face the CREATURE/CURSE/BEING/SORCERER directly, at the unnatural size of him. it never fails to captivate as much as it disgusts him, this anomaly of the world. he clears his throat. „ we have to stop meeting like this. “ a beat — the small time it takes to take a breath, to clench and unclench his jaw. „ i don't want to have to ask this again . . . where are they? “

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˚꩜｡ @waraningyo. SAID : ❛ DOES EVIL COME FROM WITHIN US OR FROM BEYOND? ❜

„ adjust your posture, kugisaki. and your feet. “ suguru tilts his head to the side, crossing his arms in front of his body as he straightens his back, watching the teen with quiet and focused curiosity. she brims with unspent energy, her cursed energy ebbing and flowing towards all different directions — the sun is setting, painting tokyo with shades of red and orange in-between the thick clouds of angry grey. a sorcerer's spirit becomes restless in nights like these, when you are but waiting for the right moment to strike. it shouldn't be anything too complicated , if the reports are to be believed , but that seems to be the trouble these days — though a decade has passed since suguru wore the same uniform that adorn's now kugisaki's body, the same problems remain. what was thought to be a grade two curse can become one can become special in nothing short of a few hours, and the lives of those BLESSED/CURSED hang in a butcher's hook.

a beat — he's taken almost off guard by the girl's question, not expecting such introspection from someone so young. it causes a hitch in his thought process ﹒﹒﹒ ( there was a time in his life where he would have had a simple answer for it, nothing but one-word-out-the-mouth and be done with it. it was easy to recognize the evil in them and deny the monstruous rot that festered within him, then. ). „ it depends , i suppose , on what you would qualify as evil. is it something abstract or concrete? “

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your writing is stunning! i love how you describe thoughts or emotions in a very familiar way! it’s easy to understand a character like suguru when you write like that, you make him very human and your writing really involves your reader

i don't even know what to say omg ... thank you so much!! this blog is still so new and i'm still finding my footing when it comes to writing suguru so this message means the world to me and made my day omg thank U <3

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˚꩜｡ @michelangelowept SAID ❛ DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE YOU'RE NOT . . . LIKE YOU'RE NOT A PERSON? ❜

SUGURU IS HALF-CERTAIN HE IS HALLUCINATING : silence has stretched long enough & the splotches of light-grey-intermingled-with-black-and-blacker in the ceiling of satoru's room have started to move, the soft artificial light making him squint ever-so-lightly but still resolutely not look away, somehow engrossed by the sight of blobs-against-white. the soft lull of conversation has died, taken place by a comfortable silence that sits between them with the intimacy of those who've known each other for an entire life, even when they've known each other for the lesser part of a year, now. AND THEN SATORU SPEAKS.

suguru's eyes had been near closing before, but now they are opened wide, the blobs of black on the ceiling replaced by specks of white & blue. he doesn't quite look at satoru — he knows he doesn't have to. his hands grab at the fabric of his uniform, tugging it uncomfortably as it suddenly makes itself known against the softness of his skin, an itch you can't control.

DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE YOU'RE NOT A PERSON?

it's an interesting power, this magic-trick that words do to transport you to a different place, a different time, A DIFFERENT SELF ENTIRELY — suddenly, as though all at once, suguru feels his blood run cold, the world turn muted, every sound in the world slowed down until the very core of the earth stopped spinning around, and even breathing came as a labour. his bones turn heavy, his tongue melts into his mouth, and he blinks and blinks and blinks — to feel like you're not a person, like you don't exist, like the world does not move or spin or , or , OR — suguru thinks of the dread in his mother's eyes each time he told her the creatures were still lurking in the corners regardless of the pills she gave him, the path between pity and fear that finally made him stop telling her at all. somehow she knew he was lying, but it was easier to live on that lie — DETACHED & NUMBED OUT TO THE WORLD , NOT A PERSON , BARELY A THING.

„ i guess. “ a beat. suguru still doesn't face him, he doesn't dare to — there's a vulnerability here that he is not sure should be present, has never been present with anyone else before. he's not entirely certain of what to do with it — what to say, what to keep hidden. his instincts all them him to make a joke, to end this moment now before it spirals into something else, into something neither of them can control, before it leaks out of their hands like water. he doesn't. instead, he sighs. „ before i knew what being a sorcerer and curses were, i used to take all sort of medication. they messed me up. “

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NOT A CLOUD IN THE SKY AND STILL THE WORLD IS GREY — the beauty of a sunset spoiled by the world turning muted, the smoke of his cigarette blending in with the sky in a claustrophobic shade. he bends his knee, presses his foot against the wall, takes a drag of nicotine as though that would precociously clear the taste of vomit from his mouth. or maybe he's trying to burn his tastebuds away : a permanent solution to a solution-less problem ( the truth is that the taste doesn't come from his tongue or throat or teeth — it starts on the edge of his stomach and settles down like a rock into the pit of his soul as its acidic bile corroses away at his heart ﹒﹒﹒﹒ ALL OF IT CONSUMED. )

he doesn't want to look at her, and try as he might he still fails — here she stands, shorter and yet somehow taller, resolute and unyielding in her demands, the flush in her cheek as a hand that squeezes around his heart. he looks up and blows out smoke ( an apt excuse is still an excuse and as he blows smoke towards the sky it makes him no less of a coward ). , and shakes his head again.

„ i'm not saying you are helpless. it's just — you know they've been misgrading curses lately. “ a beat. he looks back at her, then. in this light, are her eyes grey or brown? he can't remember anymore, every good memory has been thrown haphazardly into a washing machine in a never ending cycle, the noises drowned out in circles alongside the water. suguru closes his eyes, bites the inside of his cheeks, the taste metallic. „ i'm saying it's dangerous. “

if he closes his eyes, he can still hear the gunshot. when his lips wrap around the cigarette again, it is gunpowder and not tobacco that meets his tongue, like tar in his mouth. his heart races in his chest and he stares at her, a circle in the middle of her forehead with scarlett goo leaking out of it, slow and constant. he reaches over but by the time his hand touches her skin, it is already gone —— NOW IT IS HIS TIME TO FLUSH : scarlett and desperate , a forgotten prayer on the tongue to make her unaware of it. he shifts, puts a strand of her hair behind her ear — ever-charming.

„ don't be like that. please. “ a beat. „ this isn't about him. “ ( he can't even bring himself to say his name, lest he chokes on his own bitter jealousy. )

i like when it's dark out — october will cure me : the bitter bite of the air cooling into something sharp always helps to reset shōko. in the dreams she doesn't think about after waking, in the dreams where suguru doesn't look so haunted, in the dreams where the three of them are together like they're always meant to be — in those sweet fantasies, it is almost always october. it is where shōko thinks she flourishes best, that second month of autumn. probably because she's a scorpio, or something.

only — this fall does not seem the bring the usual reprieve. there is a distance between the three of them ( and shōko does not touch on what it means to constantly attach herself to suguru and satoru, having only officially known them for less than three years, just knows that there was the before and the now and she trembles at the thought of what the after might bring ) and shōko finds herself pulled into three separate directions, desperate to bring all three pieces of herself back together. what does it mean, knowing a piece of her hurts because suguru hurts? that a piece of her aches because satoru will not let himself ache? she doesn't think of that third piece, doesn't think of the forced trips back home, dutiful daughter at kitagawa's feet, hanging onto his every word. she is only one : and yet, not. desperation makes her a little idiotic.

there are so many things changing, and shōko tastes it in the air, hears it in the crunch of the dead leaves underfoot, sees it in the way suguru has begun to hold himself further apart. shōko finds herself at odds, illfooted and nervous. it's unbecoming of her, but it presses her to ask : let me come with you.

the change comes in suguru's refusal.

despite it all, the denial surprises her. when has suguru ever told her no? despite it all, the hurt surprises her. he'd have said yes to satoru.

then again, shōko reminds herself, satoru wouldn't have had to ask.

she steels herself : steps forward, forces suguru to look at her — does he see her laid open and bare, heart beating sluggishly, left ventricle stapled shut, oxygen flow disconnected? does he understand how hard it is to ask this, to reveal herself to him? he sees, shōko is certain. the question is if he cares.

❛ why wouldn't it be a good idea? ❜ shōko asks before nearly immediately flushing : no good to give him wiggle room, space to provide a sufficient answer. she is desperate and tense, suddenly far more invested in his responses than what might be healthy, and she knows now, deep in her bones, she cannot yield to him, not here, not with this, not now. ❛ i'm not helpless — you know we make a good team. i'm coming. not like i have anything else to do. ❜

it's glib, yet firm. resolute. she keeps her gaze flat and inflexible. it isn't often she puts her foot down with either of them ( because she's never had to, that little voice supplies ) but he should recognize the frigidity in her tone. head slightly tilted, lips pressed firm, it's clear : there is no room for discussion. only —

❛ why don't you want me to come? ❜ stupid little girl holding her heart in her hands for anyone to take. there's the hurt there, lingering specifically in the me. it goes unsaid, suguru's preference within his peers but — he usually isn't cruel like this. just another thing that's changed.

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˚꩜｡ @nekoka SAID : ❛ YOU ARE OUR SALVATION. ❜

THE PITTER-PATTER OF THE RAIN FILLS IN THE ROOM WITH QUIET CONTEMPLATION , and suguru stares at the remnants of water-against-glass as it slips down the window, the trees trembling as the wind kisses its branches and leaves though it offers no kind of relief : the humidity of japan in summertime remains with a suffocating edge to it, not unlike the fog of boiling water in a pan. he dries his forehead with the back of his hand, and turns to face kaneko, the lull of their conversation still sitting in between them even as suguru takes care to answer her latest statement.

though the glimmer of devotion is always amusing in a wretched monkey's eyes ( how easy they are to fool ), it is not without discomfort that he recognizes it too in a sorcerer's one — though his way is the only way for safety and prosperity for them, it is not a path he builds alone ( how could he, when he not him? ). „ we are our own salvation, kaneko. “ a beat. „ it is only together that we grow. “

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˚꩜｡ @lamorts SAID : ❛ DOES EVIL COME FROM WITHIN US OR FROM BEYOND? ❜

PICTURE THE MIND LIKE AN OIL SPILL : black against black, or black agaisnt dark-blue, and in its thread-like dripping spread against the pureness of the water, this ﹒﹒﹒ just one thin layer enough to cause a catastrophe ad aeternum — one spark away and the world is on fire. or maybe it is not oil, nor in the mind, but a tumour and in the stomach : a dark mass which grows, and grows, and grows, until it grows teeth and eats at the soft tissue of his body/flesh/mind ﹒﹒﹒﹒﹒﹒﹒﹒﹒ THE SELF AS AN AUTOPHAGICAL BEAST.

suguru's hand is pressed against the cold tile of a wall, the makeshift support to keep one's body upturned & un-keeled. he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, the lingering taste of vomit still making its way throughout his body — a body that aches all over, both from the scattered blue-red-purple bruise-kisses and from the lack of sleep — though exhausted, if he pressed his head against the softness of a pillow sleep still wouldn't come. sleep hasn't come — fushiguro toji has killed sleep.

and then, like clockword, SHE. suguru needs not to look over to know who it is, who it always is, like an abstract haunting. he turns around, pressing his back against the tile, head tilted back and he pats his pockets searching for a sweet or a smoke. „ you want the technical answer? humans. “ a beat. he swallows past the reflux and past the itch to call them of the other name. the one that sits atop his tongue and he dares not speak out loud, lest he acknowledges that which sits within him. „ it comes from humans. “

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˚꩜｡ @phys1cian SAID : ❛ I'LL BE GOOD, I PROMISE.❜

when the chill wind of october first grazes against suguru's cheek, he is of the half-mind to feel offended — the seasons change as they did last year and the year before and the millenia before that, too, and that itself adds insult to injury : that there should not be a manifestation of the world turning on its axis, and into itself, and inside out, ripped apart so meticulously that now there is something wrong to its core, on a molecular level, like the first cell in its self-destructive path to a tumour. all of it should have been turned into its opposite : summer-spring-winter-fall-summer or summer-winter-fall-spring or, or, or, something — ABSTRACT-MADE-CONCRETE.

he glances sideways at shōko, unlit cigarette hanging from his parted lips as he looks at her, at the pleading scrunch of her eyebrows and the glint in her eyes — ( the call came when they were together, and for half a second he almost thought this was then and not now — he almost saw the glint of white hair in the mirror, but when he stared back there was nothing but a boy in too-big-a-shirt, and they were again singular where there was had been plural. )

the sunset spills against the sky of tokyo — an hemorrhage of the sun in violent hues of red-orange-purple-blue, a fitting metaphor for what is to come. he understands shōko’s request — the desperate edge of it, the tingling on the tips of one’s fingers for some type of action. or maybe he doesn’t  ( not anymore ). suguru is not sure what he would do for what she has — a week hidden under the nook of his bed, forgotten to the world, the taste of a curse nothing but a forgotten bitter memory. he doesn’t have that luxury — most of them don’t.

there was once enjoyment to be found in missions — now there was only the dull ache behind his eyes and the churning of his stomach as it prepares for the inevitable. he looks away from shoko. he lights his cigarette. ❛ i just don't think it's a good idea. ❜ a beat. then, half apologetically: ❛ there's nothing special about this mission. ❜

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&. 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  dialogue  prompts  taken  from  nosferatu  (2024),  directed  by  robert  eggers.  feel  free  to  edit  and  change  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ come to me. ❜

❛ a guardian angel. a spirit of comfort. spirit of any celestial sphere. anything. hear my call. ❜

❛ you wakened me from an eternity of darkness. ❜

❛ you are not for the living. you are not for human kind. ❜

❛ and shall you be one with me ever-eternally? ❜

❛ come here. there’s nothing to be afraid of. ❜

❛ i wish i could stay, my love. ❜

❛ why have you killed these beautiful flowers? ❜

❛ i must tell you my dream. ❜

❛ i’d never been so happy as that moment… as i held hands with death. ❜

❛ i wish you to have all you deserve. ❜

❛ you mustn’t leave. i love you too much. ❜

❛ i will stay with you until you are fast asleep. ❜

❛ uh, forgive me. i only wish to stay one night. ❜

❛ by god’s name, never speak of that castle. ❜

❛ i banish you, i banish you with garlic. ❜

❛ beware of his shadow. ❜

❛ the shadow covers you in a nightmare. ❜

❛ you are late. the midnight hour has passed. ❜

❛ i wish you to do as i request. ❜

❛ i will be addressed as the honor of my blood demands it.❜

❛ speak not of it again! ❜

❛ take heed what you do. ❜

❛ i might ease your wound. ❜

❛ come by the fire. ❜

❛ your face shows you unwell. ❜

❛ do you ever feel at times as if you were not… as if you were not a person? ❜

❛ look at the sky. look at the sea. does it never call to you, urge you? ❜

❛ you are fortunate in your love. ❜

❛ now are we neighbors. ❜

❛ it is late. you must wish to retire. ❜

❛ i have been enduring the most irregular dreams. i fear i am taken ill. ❜

❛ it is a black omen to journey in poor health. you will remain and well rest yourself. ❜

❛ dream of me. only me. ❜

❛ oh, he’s coming to me. ❜

❛ i cannot resist you, my love. ❜

❛ i am no one. i am his servant. ❜

❛ look, this is a pretty one. his lordship likes the pretty ones… ❜

❛ you are lost in his shadow. ❜

❛ soon i will no longer be a shadow to you. ❜

❛ soon our flesh shall embrace and we shall be as one. ❜

❛ i have not failed your lordship! ❜

❛ embrace me, my boy. i am so rejoiced to see you. ❜

❛ my dear creature, yes, i am he, and i am hither come to help you. ❜

❛ my dreams grow darker. ❜

❛ does evil come from within us or from beyond? ❜

❛ i shall persist to join you every night… first in sleep, then in your arms. ❜

❛ everything will be mixed with abomination, and you’ll be knee-deep in blood. ❜

❛ you are promised to me! ❜

❛ i will end this plague. this devil. ❜

❛ he hasn’t found you. ❜

❛ i feared i’d never see you again. ❜

❛ you shall crave of me nothing. ❜

❛ the bells of dawn shall toll in despair of my coming. and i shall taste of you. ❜

❛ pray, forgive me for all the troubles i have caused you. ❜

❛ i am only glad you have become yourself again. ❜

❛ may i… stay with you tonight? ❜

❛ this creature is a force more powerful than evil. it is death itself. ❜

❛ i have seen things in this world that would’ve made isaac newton crawl back into his mother’s womb. ❜

❛ i have wrestled with the devil as jacob wrestled the angel in peniel. ❜

❛ if we are to tame darkness, we must first face that it exists. ❜

❛ i have felt you crawling like a serpent in my body. ❜

❛ love is inferior to you. ❜

❛ i told you, you are not of humankind. ❜

❛ i am an appetite. nothing more. ❜

❛ i lay within the darkest pit. till you did wake me, enchantress, and stirred me from my grave. ❜

❛ you are my affliction. ❜

❛ i care nothing of your afflictions. ❜

❛ yet even now we are fated. ❜

❛ your passion is bound to me. ❜

❛ you cannot love. ❜

❛ yet i cannot be sated without you. ❜

❛ remember how once we were? ❜

❛ i abhor you. ❜

❛ i will leave you three nights. tonight was the first. ❜

❛ tonight you denied yourself, and thereby, you suffer me to vanish up the lives of those you love. ❜

❛ you revel in my torture. ❜

❛ upon the third night, you will submit, or he you call your husband shall perish by my hand. ❜

❛ till you bid me come shall you watch the world become as naught. ❜

❛ tell me, what is this insufferable darkness? ❜

❛ nothing you can say will shake me, for there is a devil in this world, and i have met him. ❜

❛ i’ve brought this evil upon us. ❜

❛ i sought company. i sought… tenderness, and i called out. ❜

❛ at first, it was sweet. i had never known such bliss. yet it turned to torture. ❜

❛ it was you that gave me the courage to be free of my shame. ❜

❛ he took me as his lover then, and now he has come back. ❜

❛ all my sleeping thoughts are of him every night. ❜

❛ don’t touch me! i am not to be touched. ❜

❛ i’ll be good. i promise. ❜

❛ you could never please me as he could. ❜

❛ yes! take me! ❜

❛ kiss me. kiss my heart. ❜

❛ let him see. let him see our love. ❜

❛ without you, i will become a demon. ❜

❛ you’re safe with me. ❜

❛ keep away from me. i am unclean. ❜

❛ he will murder you if i do not go to him. ❜

❛ kill him i will. he shall never harm you again. ❜

❛ i can weep no longer, for i have no more tears to shed. ❜

❛ the grim reaper wields his heavy scythe with every change of wind. ❜

❛ the monster left you to the wolves, yet you prevailed. ❜

❛ his pull to me is so powerful, so terrible, yet my spirit cannot be evil as his. ❜

❛ we must know evil to be able to destroy it. ❜

❛ you are our salvation. ❜

❛ i bid you, come to me. ❜

❛ your oath re-pledged. so too shall be our flesh. you are mine. ❜

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they are Cancelling me for dealing with my grief as best i can . also for the vicious war Crimes

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˚꩜｡ CURSEAT : A ROLEPLAYING BLOG FOR GETŌ SUGURU FROM JUJUTSU KAISEN. CANON-COMPLIANT & HEADCANON BASED. WRITTEN BY MARINA. 21+ ONLY.

THEOPHAGY (NOUN) : THE SACRAMENTAL EATING OF A GOD TYPICALLY IN THE FORM OF AN ANIMAL, IMAGE, OR OTHER SYMBOL AS PART OF A RELIGIOUS RITUAL AND COMMONLY FOR THE PURPOSE OF COMMUNION WITH OR THE RECEIVING OF POWER FROM THE GOD.

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˚꩜｡ LAST YEAR I ABSTAINED : A PRIVATE BLOG FOR GETŌ SUGURU FROM JUJUTSU KAISEN . ORIGINALLY CREATED BY GEGE AKUTAMI, HERE CONCEPTUALIZED BY MARINA. DARK THEMES & TRIGGERING CONTENT MAY BE EXPLORED, INTERACT AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. : THIS YEAR I DEVOUR.

꩜ WELCOME TO CURSEAT! this is an independent roleplay blog for GETŌ SUGURU from jujutsu kaisein, established in 2025. i'm MARINA (25+ / WHITE BRAZILIAN, SHE/HER), who has been around the rpc since 2013 and recently came back. other blogs you can find me in are @legashe (REY SKYWALKER, STAR WARS), @trajedis (OBI-WAN KENOBI, STAR WARS) and @godefy (LUCIFER, 'ORIGINAL' CHARACTER).

꩜ ALL CONTENT HERE IS MY OWN — though i do not own getō, all writing, graphics, headcanons and so on here are my own. most of the content here will be canon-based, but i will be playing around with concepts and ideas around my own personal whims.

꩜ COMMON RPC ETIQUETTE APPLIES, as previously mentioned i have been on the rpc on and off for a very long time. i don't feel the need to dwell or go on detail on what is and isn't accepted on this blog or on the dashboard. to be clear: don't be a bigot, don't steal my things, don't godmod, etc.

꩜ THIS BLOG IS PLOT-ORIENTED, meaning that most in-character interactions will be discussed beforehand, even those with canonically established relationships. i tend to write longer replies and it is easier when there's at least some semblance of development. a little bit goes a long way!

꩜ THIS BLOG IS MEANT FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE , given the nature of the animanga as well as my own age and the age of the characters, mature themes will be present and explored. for this reason, this blog is 21+. please do not follow if you are underage.

꩜ I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO UNFOLLOW at any given moment and for any reason. most of the time there isn't one. i give you the right to unfollow me as well, either soft or hard blocking is fine. i won't bother you about it and i expect to not be bothered about it either. it's not that deep, we are all strangers on the internet writing.

꩜ I AM NOT INTERESTED ON DRAMA, nor do i participate on callout culture unless absolutely necessary, which in my many years in the rpc i have found it rarely is. my time on the dashboard is limited and i'd rather spend it writing than worrying about vagues, petty disputes or whatever else.

꩜ ETC : i do not mind duplicates following me, but i probably won't follow first. this is a vast fandom with vast interpretations and portrayals, and each one is unique. i do not see a problem with multiple sugurus existing. i am slow when replying — i work and have other blogs and sometimes just don't have the muse. i will never expect you to reply quickly nor demand anything. we are all just vibing and that's the beauty of it!