#curseburden

[higans]

koraylen new years except kora eats mochi and starts choking and aylen has to perform the heimlich maneuv

[wavne]

i think you’re too old to be this snarky.  i think you’re too old to be this boring.

@crimenight  &  @curseburden​

[diutive-arch]

a hand lifts to scratch at his cheek,   blurring away at flakes of skin...     when he smiles,   it is with the lower half of his jaw,    eyes scabbing into a little glare:    BRUTALITY IS JUST ANOTHER LIMB.      you can slice it from you if you have the guts,   if you wanna see your guts,   if you know that the red isn’t really red when it leaves your body.    it’s too sugary - sweet to be anything but bubble - gum pink.    they don’t tell you that   [   they don’t tell you that it turns brown as night - dirt   ].       ‘       humanity is always so ready to kill itself.      ’      @curseburden

[yeshens]

goodnight kiss after a date with toru tho what if she did that 😳

let's think about this logically, tooru says to himself. logically, she's his girlfriend. that means she's allowed to kiss him, and he... there's a train of thought in there somewhere, but in this moment? yeah, he's not thinking. how can he, when she's kissing him.

he's malfunctioning just a little bit.

"um," tooru says intelligently, absentminded fingers lifted to his lips as he stares blankly at her. "um!!!" it takes a second, but eventually, his confused incoherence bleeds into the usual indignance. "ai-chan, that's unfair!" he doesn't quite know if she was making to leave, or watching him — too distracted by other things (the kiss!!!) to pay attention — but he's certainly not letting her off with the last word.

he pulls her in to return her kiss.

and then, when he has the grace to be smug about it again, tooru huffs under his breath.

"at least let me prepare my heart before you do things like this, ai-chan. if you look this cool all the time... my heart won't be able to take it."

[pruinesce]

“   ...   it makes you miss the court,   doesn’t it?   watching them play.   ”   

@curseburden​.

[oracleout]

@curseburden​.

❝ we both know damn well that’s not what you’re going to do. ❞

[lecrim]

Mömthër i accidentally stabbed someone

well.   try not to track any blood into the house.

[tamakng]

          ❛   what would you do if you could do anything in the world that you wanted to ?   ❜   /   @curseburden​ + potato song ( cuz i want to ) by kes.ha

[shimzus-a2]

i always thought that the way you delve into kiyo's psychology and innerworkings was really interesting and something we didn't necessarily get to see in the manga, considering she was more of a side character as compared to the main karasuno cast, and it's rly satisfying to see you deconstruct her motivations and thought process tbh

this is so sweet ! i’m so happy that you appreciate my aggressively long/messy metas, since most of the time i just do them to de-stress myself and unpack all my thoughts about shimizu ! i promise i will make them much much clearer when i have the time and the ability to organize my thoughts properly haha

how’s my portrayal ,

[aicidos]

“ i’m still with you. “ (*twirls hair* hiiii)

there are dreams so quietly heavy to navigate, they start to resemble something else entirely.

the act of noctis awakening had always been met with a range of reactions, but none were ever relief. not quite like this. as though he hadn't been expected to⸺ when the maid left in a hurry for the medic, he slowly, groggily understood why.

he should have felt more startled when he realized there was a numbness that clung to his lower body. instead, he remained in bed disoriented, as though it was a dream within a dream. but that didn't make any sense, either; there wasn't a dream where he would conjure a reality like this. not on his own. he wouldn’t dream people for that matter, much less doctors. the haze in his mind rendered him unable to tell apart wish from dread. or, death.

it's only when his sister stepped in that he knew it was real. the pain and panic settled then. she did her best to reassure he was alive and recovering, to make him listen. she removed the hand that pinched at his thigh to provoke a reaction, and kept it cradled between hers. further explanations were left for later; he had to know he would be fine, and, more importantly, would not be left alone: aylen knew better than most how lonely noctis’ dreams could be.

"  can't you .  .  . can't you sleep here tonight ?  "

transistor sentences.  ♡  * closed !

[higans]

“ Do you even realize how red you are right now? “ ( die )

the daze left behind by the compliment of a fellow classmate leaves korin wholly unaware of her ... unfortunate predicament.   lost in distant thought and whatever new fantastical daydream has taken over her mind after the fact.   which leads her to being taken off guard when aylen speaks up to inform her.   '   ah ... ?   '   despite the further embarrassment of having it pointed out staining her cheeks a deeper red, she gives a silent regard to any god out there.   a quiet thank you for a kind and true friend.   '   it's not noticeable, right?   '   — but it's okay to lie, too.   /   @curseburden​

[nemurui]

❛ stop squirming so i can bandage you properly. ❜ ( DIE BY MY HAND , )

the way he shirks away from her touch is entirely involuntary. tooru levels a pout at her, the slightest edge of a whine to his voice when he speaks. "but it hurts," he complains, as if he hadn't brought this upon himself with his insistence on practicing his serve — in this case : to the point of recklessness.

he hisses at every contact between her touch and his bruised skin, and, rather unhelpfully, doesn't quite manage to stay still. or try to, at all. he knows he should, but between the actual pain and acute disappointment is a burning sense of shame. of all people to see him this way... he hadn't wanted it to be aylen. the facade of being unaffected is just that — a facade ; a wall he builds to hide the shame.

all in all, for as much as this predicament is entirely his own fault, tooru manages to muster up the last of his charm as he turns his most wounded look upon her, feigned innocence the only thing remaining in his tone. "can't you be gentler, ai-chan?"

[shedeadly]

STARTER CALL / @curseburden​

“I believe we’re being watched. Don’t look behind you.”

[brainwashe]

@curseburden​         😢       hi       !

A CORNER IS TURNED...     the night - shade of the training camp seems to huddle around his shoulders,     whispering against the back of his neck   [   he’d found a quiet spot between the court and the showers,   a little nestling place behind a winding tree,   where leaves had been shocked into golden autumn rather than crying winter - whites:    it was easier than dealing with the brotherhoods that he didn’t belong to,   the jostling affection of elated aftermaths   ].     there is no light in these secret place,    no streetlight casting a heavenly glow:    there’s just the flicker of yellow coming from an open door some ways away,   faint and ghoulish in this silent paradise.    ALMOST SILENT:    shinso hears a noise.

‘         hello?         ’          the word comes out as a half - warming,   casting light on his presence   --   he’d learned that weeping people did not like sneaking strangers.     his boot collapses stray leaves beneath the sole,   snow already beginning to melt away into the grass.    there’s a scarf in his bag that he hasn’t grabbed yet:     the cold clings around his throat,   halting every shaking gulp.    THERE’S NO RESPONSE...     he could easily leave   [   this isn’t his issue to deal with,   after all   ]   but he spots aylen before he can dive away from the scene.   he has no choice now   --   HE HAS MADE THIS HIS BUSINESS.         ‘        is everything alright?        ’

[oracleout]

@curseburden.

❝ just sit for a bit. ❞ there’s already a cup of coffee on the table. it’s black for now, but she can fix it up however. it’s all barbara has, though, so she’ll have to deal with that. ❝ take a second to catch your breath, have a hot drink, and then we’ll talk. think you can handle that? ❞

[unvince]

❝   𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄,   but that’s not how it feels.   ❞      sorrow has wrapped itself around his features like vines around an unused light post.   a distant look in eyes as hands sort through weeks of built up mail deliveries.   [ this was a home once:   where life begun,   where life moves on. ]   he keeps himself soft spoken,   warily side eyeing the sleeping figure on the couch:   his mom still refuses to sleep in her bed.      ❝   i hate being here.   after i finish this   [ ... ]   let’s go somewhere else.   ❞

@curseburden:   song lyric starter call.   accepting.   this was a home once,   bad suns.