#digouezh

[kimuromou-a]

@digouezh a demandé : "Shigeo, I don't suppose you know anyone who would wear this ? My cousin sent it to me, but..." Holding up the shirt, he frowns. "It's not really my style."

« Yannick... » Aghast and offended he's been made look at that atrocity with his own two eyes, he takes it from him and folds at the print before handing it back. « This thing is hideous. Please do everyone a favour and burn it. »

[doueegezh]

Time, minute by minute, bitten together, run-down, nearly forgotten the core of it, the centre set of when and what may be a good time to return, deciding that whatever he had been doing was not worth it anymore to not glance at indications that - mayhaps - something had gone wrong. Something was in dire need to be fixed, changed, found out before it may be too late. His partner just wanted to go out for some errands, get some wishes the twins had uttered, spoken about in these hushed voices of being so stressed by learning, by reaching new heights in training or otherwise, knowing well enough the cultist held little to no want to leave if not for need-be circumstances. Matters little, he would have done it for the girls anyway. Had not even uttered any regard to being unwilling, yet Yannick had already snatched away the opportunity before it could have presented itself otherwise.

Lovely, indeed, always prepared for even the most minute of details to be taken into account, having been repaid for unexplained willingness with a chuckle and a kiss, but how many hours was that already ago? Somewhat along the lines of two? Moreso three? Outfit changed, black attire donned, easier to blend in that way to become one with the crowd, while the crowd itself would be brushed off and away like nought but the pesky rain soaking the streets on the way to the nearest supermarket, knowing well enough that his lover only wanted to make a round and fetch the girls' favourites. After all, this was nothing that should take too long. That should raise the feeling of disparaging motions of the air when only stepping outside towards the alert ringing from the curses he had left around the whole of the area - ah, yes.

Maybe this was one of those evenings that would be filled with the blood of an unfortunate fool, splayed open, smeared across the cobbled sidewalk. Good thing that it was raining.

" Yannick, love, do you need help with a bothersome fly? " It sounded like something of a faraway vision, watching him sit cross-legged on a building's roof, staring down at whatever the scene was below him unfolding, the smile carved out on his lips telling even more than his posture of relaxed abandon would ever be able to convey. Or so it felt. Leg unfurls, hangs over the edge, looking little like he was about to move, a hand merely brushing along his chin, neck--- " Or rather have a show for me, hm~? I'm fine with either. " @digouezh 💕

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Yuuji tilts his head curiously when the other boy begins rummaging in his bag, and when he asks him to open his hands, he complies quickly.

« Woah... ! » He exclaims as sweet after sweet is deposited on his hands, overwhelmed by the amount and the names. There's no way he will remember any of it. At one point, Yuuji has to draw his hands over to his chest so the pile of sweets can lean against him and not fall over.

« Quiguer, are you sure... ? Your dad sent these all the way from there, they must be special... » He asks as he looks down at the sweets, eyebrows curved up in light worry.

He knows how generous his friend can be, but he doesn't want to take advantage of it and take away from him something so precious !

The light shove makes him sway a little, balancing out the gifts, and when he looks up, he's met by an excitement that's contagious. Well, he isn't going to ask twice ! They do look quite good, after all...

« Mhm ! » He exclaims excitedly along with a firm nod and a wide grin. « Come to my place next and I'll make something for you, too ! I make the beeeest meatballs ever, ask anyone. »

[kimuromou-a]

@digouezh a demandé : ❛  i've never seen snow before.  ❜ ( shigeo pls and thank u_u )

Shigeo stops, turning around to look at his classmate.

Riiiiiight. He comes from Mexico, after all, or that region in France he read about where the climate is rather temperate. Snow for during winter for Shigeo is like Christmas with his grandparents for Yannick ; like that foamy hot chocolate he's told him about. There can't be one without the other.

It's something he hadn't realised he took for granted until those words left the other student's mouth. He looks him up and down, all bundled up with his nose red and his eyes wet from the cold wind he isn't used to, and he almost breathes out a laugh through his nose at the sight. Almost. It's a little endearing, in a way. He wonders for a second how he'd look like in a Mexican summer.

« Sometimes when you step on it, if a lot of people have passed through, it can be icy and slippery, so, be careful, » he says.

« Hmm... Come, I'll show you something. »

𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. | accepting

[kimuromou-a]

lMAOOO Valentine's day application for Shigeo. 🤨

your  name: Yannick Quiguer.

your age: 26.

your perfect date: Watching movies at home with them after we've either baked or cooked something together.

make out in private or in public?: Private.

do you like to cuddle?: There are people who don't like to cuddle ?

tell me something about you: I'm considering adopting a second dog. Ah, speaking of -- I'm open to name suggestions, especially considering what happened with Mr. Dog...

why do you want to be my valentine?: Why wouldn't I ? 🤔

« Yes, Yannick, we exist. If we can get past that, then I accept. And I will gladly help you pick a decent name for your dog. Actually, please let me help you, the poor thing. »

A  VALENTINE’S  APPLICATION. | accepting

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[x] @digouezh

« Quiguer-kun... » Shigeo began just as he finished packing his books neatly into his bag. He trailed off for a second as he clipped it closed, then, finally, he looked up at his classmate.

« Do you have anything to do for the rest of the day ? »

[doueegezh]

At times he had to wonder why he even agreed to these things: mindlessly wandering around in the presence of those that made his stomach convulse and his blood boil. If not keeping himself in check, he might exterminate every single one of these ants, grind them down to dust beneath his heel and smear them across shined tiles. Leave nothing more but splatters of blood and guts--- " Hm? Yes, if you want that one, you can have it. " --- it's an idle way of interacting with his surroundings chosen by force alone. A pleasant way of keeping up a facade where none would ever expect one to even exist, enjoyable conversations to be made, attention drawn to the twin girls running to and fro in picking out monkey-made oddities, burnt into the happenstance of realisation that this was something common to do - and it might have been some odd years ago. 

By now, it was just a chore. So why exactly had he agreed to it in the first place, now meandering the halls of a far too crowded and overrun furniture store, getting stopped here and there by the attempts of a seller or two, trying to approach and offer even more of the uselessness of garbage-made objects. It's what he thinks most of the time, with the way he barely turns his back, the way his eyes, piercing as they were, would be enough to drive off any unwanted attention past that one odd fool brave enough. Something in the whispers he was able to catch drenched in the allure of the proposition [ his looks? it was always so easy to discern what they wanted, wasn't it? ], of the attention, of the danger floating in wafts around him---

" Apologies, love. " Until a fog would lift the moment Yannick had driven them off yet once more. Had managed to scatter their worthless endeavours, and save their hides, even though he was still capable enough of keeping himself in check for however long their daughters would want to find this or that piece to embellish their rooms with. Exactly that was why they were here right now. When Mimiko and Nanako had been so adamant in wanting to refurbish their place in his apartment, who would he be to deny them? Pleads brought forth to come with so that he could give his input, input by any chance that would just lead to him agreeing to pay for it all [ he would need to call an associate later to take all the monkey residue off of it? ] as long as they were happy. Alas, he had denied one or two items, one being an exceedingly tacky throw with clashing colours of bright neon pink and muted greys. " I would think they give up if they are unable to come close and can't see why. Apparently not. " Xiuhcōātl had been eager to make sure that nobody could come near him. " I will repay you later, but also pick out whatever you like if there is something. I will pay. " Repayments in different forms will be once they are in private.  @digouezh 💕

[doueegezh]

Subtlety was truly not this one's forte. Speaking words of direct command where they both knew it would lead to no obedience upon the utterance. Low shadows of horror painting his face in shades of abject exclamations, it was easy to see why this desire had been wrung out of him in these sounds of clear despair. Eyes wide, unbridled in their need to have the Cultist leave off who had been caught so easily in grasp following a rather clumsy 'breaking and entering' of what should be so clearly left alone. Oh no, these 'guests' were outside of their usual visitation hours, thus anybody stepping foot inside these holy halls would be subdued and questioned: and if only offering enough entertainment would they be released to walk free once more, having gotten away with merely shock. 

And their lives would not be at stake anymore. 

Not today. Change of program. Change in that never-ending drawl of boredom caging his mind in the selfishness of this society. Not today, when he had caught the lowest of monkeys, formerly patrons well - 'accepted' - if at all, falling from grace in their perpetual arrogance lingering and lacing around throats, just like nooses and leashes would do now. The curse user had already been aware of them, had seen their faces swimming in the crowd of empty recollection, one just like the other, merely sticking out from that blobular, incomprehensible mass for the way their eyes shine with different forms of nuances. Greed. Jealousy. Desire. 

Always the same blips in this shapeless ocean. There was nothing else in that worthless rabble, in that daily occurrence of discarding the discardable, something done and over with in mere seconds should he raise a hand, have curses encircle who was so rightfully to be crushed to dust in mere pulses worth that could be counted the same way as the ticks of the clock in an otherwise barren room. So loud in all its quiet magnitude, it would be hard to overhear that even with the continuous wailing for freedom and safety, turning into insults, pure and sheer vitriol. Oh well, the very last words falling in that moment made someone lose their tongue in just an instance sliced out of the mouth to be thrown aside just like the useless heap of flesh it truly was. 

' Don't do it. ' @digouezh 💕

It should be nothing else from the norm; if not for his current bystander's - friend's - pleas and demands for him to stop. " Now, now~ " And there was something in the Cult Leader's voice that, even with just a few words spoken, a few syllables pronounced out loud, had a profoundness to them that was placed in the realm of impossibility to ignore. He favoured this one, unbeknownst to anybody as to why. Had taken a liking to the oddity of him, the strangeness of him, not a monkey as so many others, but a worthwhile addition to this minute pursuit he was not yet about to give up. Within those moments the room had grown eerily quiet. All but boiled down to the restlessness of souls convicted for the mere existence around someone who condemns them just for that. It should be nought else, after all, they are not worth being of more reach than mere 'livestock' and 'money bags'. Alas! As it turned out to be such a nonsensical endeavour to have those not aligned with his society understand the very intricacies of it, a reaction like this was to be expected. 

And what a fruitful one in this spiral of ennui had it not turned out to be? Closer, ever closer does he then come to his comrade. Reaching out with a hand towards the one that had, for whatever reason Suguru was quite so unwilling to question, decided to accompany who mentioned prior and in passing that it would be unneeded. So, he finds himself caught and locked in a situation out of his own scope of handling and drowns in the knowledge of what is about to happen when staring up at the Leader with eyes that seemed so devoid of emotion, screaming for feelings so easy to understand. It was quite an interesting thing to perceive - quite something that he knows struggling with would be a natural occurrence and quite as natural it had been to make it seem as if it was nothing. And truly, it just wasn't. He could read him like an open book. " Don't be like that, Yannick. " With the way name falls from lips in that tone of unfamiliarity that only the foreign sense of it would lead up, as the nuances woven around each letter was of a warm, deliberate sensation. 

The same second taken to assert position to block out view on those less fortunate was used to idly allow his hand to ghost a touch alongside the other man's jawline. Back and further back, tracing the whole expanse of the jawbone, teasing itself featherlight up his cheek, for paying attention to anything else but him at the moment was a crime of great offence - or so it seemed? Ongoing, never-ending, noises and sounds rose behind Suguru's back in the sheer intensity of a wave growing louder and louder in the simple strings of tones that would make up a whole image of a disturbing picture before the wave itself crashed above their heads. And it all would be brought down to nought but a heavy silence. " You know how it is. Those that speak out against me will be punished. " Those that desire, want, proclaim - reaching for a power that could burn them whole, in the same way his touch was burning against the other man's skin to allow a fair heat to spread beneath each and every stroke. Soon all done. Just with each garbled cry. With each broken bone. 

All hidden, all blocked off. It would never be any more like it was. And all was obscured by the grandness of amicable help he would bestow. By the smile worn similar to be etched upon the surface of his visage and being as close to a perfectly crafted mask as any else would ever dream to reach. " But alas! " It sounded like a welcoming back to this world, breaking up the strangled sounds of the last tortured soul passing on, still out of view and never to be seen again, for they were nothing else but trash and garbage soon to be torn apart in the hungering desire of his curses that would devour them to their last dirty bit. " That is about it, now, isn't it~? Come on, Yannick. You feel so--- " So debilitatingly, so surprisingly out of this world - as the world had drowned out and down towards nothing but each other with a hand wrapped around Suguru's wrist as if to keep him there, to keep that soft and gentle touch just upon his face as it was all that Yannick had to truly rely upon that the grotesque puppetry of this scene had been--- 

--- real? " ---Cold to the touch. Let's go. Let's warm you up again~ "

[kimuromou-a]

@digouezh a demandé : shut up and kiss me. (( also yannick @ shigeo FHDHFH. LET THEM KISS.

A deep sigh leaves Shigeo's lips when he enters the room and the first thing he sees is the clashing bright colours of Yannick's atrocious print shirt. He's not surprised, but definitely very disappointed.

« If I gave you a proper lecture on colour theory... Would that even help ? Probably not... » Shigeo replies to himself, approaching the taller man and looking at him from tip to toe and back up to his shirt. Horrible.

« You need to take this off, » he says, fingers already holding onto the lapels of said shirt.

« This print is just too busy, » he begins, getting the first button of the collar, fingers brushing lightly against his throat. « And the colours look horrible together : you can't have two vibrant ones on top of each other. I can't even see the print without it making my eyes burn. And they don't even go with your skin tone, » he babbles, undoing his shirt much slower than strictly necessary, revealing Yannick's broad chest little by little.

« They make your skin look pale, » he continues, pushing his hands inside the shirt to remove it, hands sliding across his warm skin from his chest up to his shoulders. He's helping !

« I've told you before that you have to w— »

« Shut up and kiss me. »

Ah... Shigeo's lips purse, holding back a smile. « What ? You're not interested in hearing all about skin tones and matching colours ? » he teases, hands swiftly making their way around his partner's shoulders to the back of his neck, taking a step closer and tilting his head up.

Thin lips brush against plump ones when he next speaks, not giving just yet. « And here I was just trying to help... » He continues to tease, feigning innocence as though he hadn't done all of that on purpose. That shirt was definitely ugly as all hell anyway. « I can't let you go out like this. Just as well you seem to have another idea to stay in. »

Slender fingers push into long hair, tangling lightly at the nape before finally pulling Yannick down to him and pressing their lips together. His breath is still warm from the spice they ate not too long ago, and his lips part to chase that warmth further inside his mouth.

« Take this off, » Shigeo says quietly yet firmly against his lips, one hand sliding down his shoulder and arm to fully push his shirt off.

THE MOST CLICHÉ LINES OF DIALOGUE | accepting

[kimuromou-a]

@digouezh a demandé : "Hey, Shigeo. Hold out your hands. I have a gift." A small bag of handmade chocolates is dropped into outstretched hands, a pink bow tying it together. Soft laughter then escapes as he rubs the back of his neck. "Let's not talk about how long it took me to get these right. It's almost embarrassing." Too sweet, chocolate not quite right; in this case, Yannick wanted nothing less than perfection ( those dear to his heart deserve the best ). "-- I know you celebrate it differently here, so I hope you don't mind ?" // points u_u

A gift ? Shigeo holds out both his hands, cupped and ready to receive whatever Yannick is offering. When the bag of chocolates is placed in them, he moves one hand to pinch one end of the ribbon between his pointer and thumb to inspect it.

The bow is tied with care, Shigeo can tell from the way the folds don't twist oddly and are not wrinkled. It's pretty, but the inspection of his gift is interrupted by a ring of gentle laughter that catches his attention. He looks up at the man in front of him, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck, and his eyebrows raise as he continues to speak.

« You made these ? » He asks, impressed. Looking back into the bag, the chocolates look so... Perfect. It's very evident a lot of effort went into making these.

But now... Shigeo feels a little bad he doesn't have anything back for him. He'd have to go buy something and hand it over before the end of the day, even though something store-bought would never be on par with something handmade.

« Of course I don't mind, your baking is outstanding. Thank you, they look delicious. Do you want to have some together during lunch ? »

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[ A Shigeo commission @digouezh got for me ;-; ]

art by Oenjan. do not reblog / use without permission.

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[ everybody stop what you’re doing and LOOK AT THIS LOVELY CHIBI @digouezh got for me of shigeo ;;;;;;; HES SOOOO CUUUUTEEEE I can’tttt :sob: my little baby… o(-< I love him so muchhcucuhcuchhch ]

artist credit

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[ I am once again asking y’all to stop what ur doing and say HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTIE !!!!!!!

i wuv u and I made a lil sketch of our boys for u hehe ]

@digouezh / @trelonkan / @lidadur

[wormb0i-a]

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴғᴏ sʜᴇᴇᴛ

tagged by: @zangyo [ tysm !!! im like 396 years late im sorry lmao ] tagging : @impishsensei ; @celesticlnstcrs ; @strawdxll ; @anvevennad / @trelonkan / @digouezh ; @omezuki ; @getsusekaii [ this is rly old so idk if u guys have already done it, sorry !!! ]

Name: 虎杖悠仁 Itadori Yuuji

Name meaning: His last name has the kanji for "tiger" 虎 ( ita ) and "rod, cane" 杖 ( dori ), and his first name "permanence" 悠 ( yuu ) and "benevolence, humanity" 仁 ( ji )

Alias: ‘The Tiger of West Junior High’, which he finds embarrassing ; ‘Sukuna's Vessel’, also not his favourite

Ethnicity: Japanese

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ : 

He is lactose intolerant - I debated a lot about this one because with the way this boy EATS like an animal... I was really torn ! He loves all food and isn't picky with anything at all, but this just feels like it really suits him lmao, especially for the fact that he doesn't care. Catch him eating a triple cheese pizza with mac & cheese on the side and ice cream for dessert, it's all a small (big) price to pay. RIP Megumi's room being right next to him, some nights there's a lot of weird noises coming from Yuuji's room.

His grandpa taught him martial arts ! I think he'd teach him tai chi and karate in the backyard when he was a little kid and I can just see a montage of it in my head w Yuuji growing older and getting better, holding the stances better etc ;-;

He's a very good cook in the way that he's very good at improvising and coming up with delicious dishes from whatever ingredients he can find lying around. He will cook up one pot meals in his little single burner and it's gonna be the most delicious thing you've had in years.

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ :

Watching movies lol

Reading manga

Reading conspiracy theories and bringing them up as discussion topics, especially if he knows it's something stupid lmfao, he will pretend to believe it just to keep arguing and get his friends riled up lmfao

sɪx ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇs / ʟᴏᴠᴇs :

HMMMM this one is hard bc he loves a lot and very indiscriminately ;-; he loves all his friends and mentors and ouuGGHH but i guess honorary mentions are of course his grandpa, gojo-sensei, nanamin, megumi and nobara, and choso too

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛs :

Not listening to what his grandpa had to say abt his parents

.............. you know.............

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs :

you know what, i don't think it's necessarily a PHOBIA but i feel like clowns unsettle him LMFAOOOOO

being left alone (aka ppl he loves dying)

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[ @digouezh and i were talking about shigeo and yannick, and this interaction had me crying i HAD to sketch it out. i don't usually share my art bc i get rly anxious lol but artie held me at gunpoint encouraged me to post it so... here's some oc shenanigans ! ]

what can i say i love them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀʀᴄ ?

ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀʀᴄ

well done - you did things right. this may seem like a boring answer, but i promise it isn't. you believe in goodness and you believe in doing good, and through everything, you work to keep that goodness. you have seen so much blood, and your instinct is always to stitch. you grew and fought and won, and i'm glad you did, because someone had to. i'm glad you kept believing in the world you were trying to save. you are far braver than most could ever be.

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