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[djpivotik]

#FlashBackFriday Taken at Extreme Autofest a couple years back with the beautiful Miss Jessica Cakes @jessicakes33 . . Big ups to all my car friends going to Hot Import Nights LA this weekend. Damn, sucks my car is still in the shop. I was really looking forward of going too and showing with my car club. Good luck to my friends who are competing. Make sure to stop by the GearHead Society booth and buy some GHS merch. Tell them big mike sent ya so you can get a nice bear hug from the owner Gio hahaha😄✌🏼 Happy Friday to everyone, be safe and enjoy the weekend. Shout out to all my new followers. Love you all ❤️🙏🏼 . . . #TeamElevate #AcuraRSX #DC5 #dc5society #dc5nation #JessicaCakes #dc5association #Integra #Honda #JDM #SuperStreet #StanceNation #EndThread #Cars #CleanRide #Stance #AirLift #loweredlifestyle #LifeOnAir #DailyDriven #BBS #RealWheelGang (at San Diego, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CR9WU_Vl7lD/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[infinitxes]

Satoru’s teeth clicked together behind lips drawn tight. Whether it was the fear of further pain, or simply the gentle, platonic pleasure of the touch itself which elicited such a reaction- Satoru refused to elucidate. The mere act of pressure was a threat all in on itself, and he was familiar with the way those hands could hurt. 

Indeed the curse proved to be wily in his plotting. Though curses with such considerable intellect were rare, Sukuna himself was known for his whimsy- that eclectic tendency to fall to his baser desires. Satoru knew better than to expect of him, knew well enough the gratification that came with acting on impulse and desire alone.

He wouldn’t deny that Sukuna choosing to put him to that very use would be fitting. He’d once been known as the strongest, and that wasn’t a title easily shaken, especially not in the eyes of those who might still look to him for salvation. 

Whether his situation had improved was a dubious enough question. He’d endured the more overt strain physical torture, but there were plentiful more cruelties in being allowed to live in such a state.

Satoru made the effort to stand, rolling onto his side and gathering his legs beneath him. The act was made all the more challenging by the loss of his hands, and he stumbled onto one knee as he rose, trying to accommodate the shift in his balance. 

Gritting his teeth, the corners of his lips pulled up in a terse, self-derogatory smile. 

“So.” He drawled, following behind the other on unsteady legs, swaying as he reacquainted himself with the swing of his own momentum. “What now? You know, I’m flattered that you’re spending time with me. I’d have thought you’d be busier.” 

He was right, of course. There was no alternative worth considering. Besides, if not for anything else, he thought it’d be worthwhile to live, if only to see that grandiose plan of his play out and learn the workings of the other’s mind. 

Better a pet or an example than to resign himself to die so futilely in the dirt. Oh, how he hated to lose, but perhaps there was something to be taken from Sukuna there- the chance of entertaining a longer game, or perhaps, to be gained just in persisting and forebearance- his very presence an affliction.

He’d warned him hadn’t he? He’d been generous enough to caution that he’d make his life hell.

It was the least Satoru could do to abide by that very promise.

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Fortunately, no retribution came with the return of his cynicism. Satoru made no attempt to rise, maintaining lazy eye contact as the other spoke. At last, he tipped his head back, averting his gaze to stare at nothing in particular. His voice took on an almost whining quality. 

“Careful, you might hurt my feelings.” 

Sukuna had hit the nail on the head. What was his smart mouth, if not yet another barrier to connection? Satoru Gojo was a character enshrined in paradox and conflict. For all his deep-seated wanting of intimacy, he could never quite bring himself to accept that such a prize came only with the integral reciprocation of his own willingness to open up.  

“I’m not saving anybody.” He said with a note of finality, the selfish truth of the matter divulged. Even as he spoke, the hand slipped upwards over torn fabric made stiff with blood, sharpened claws dancing across dirtied skin mired with grime. For all the healing he’d endured, he was still a mess. 

Though dried blood and caked mud flaked beneath the other’s fingers, it was an insignificant barrier to the way the brush of skin made him shiver. His eyes darted back upwards with a flash of uncertainty. 

“But I’m curious.” A pause. Here was an opportunity to scratch the nagging itch of a question, derive an answer from the very curse himself. “Why kill all of them?” 

After all, fear and the negative emotion inherently bred from the existence of a human population were the primary sources of power for curses. Extinction would be to starve that very aspect of Sukuna’s existence. Unless of course, there was more to this directive than he’d initially assumed. 

Come to think of it, he’d yet to properly grasp what the world had come to in his absence. 

It was uncomfortable, being this ignorant- his sealing had cast him so utterly out of touch with reality. Perhaps the other would be so generous as to enlighten him eventually to the true extents of his circumstances. 

     Just as the man had surrendered, even so much as to not struggle and allow the King of Curses just to heal him (even after so much physical abuse and violence), Sukuna felt confident he’d find a way to break past that defensive snideness he maintained as well. Now that he was in possession of the majority of his former power and there was nothing left for Satoru, he’d show him there was no point in retaining those pesky walls either.

     A gentler, legitimate soul might find a way to actually bond with the man to get past those defenses. But he was no such individual, and he had no intention of going about this kindly, the idea of completely shattering the other and his will to mere dust more a simple challenge for sport. Because it was fun, because he could. Brow raised then as Satoru confirmed he had no apparent intention to save anyone, though he wouldn’t buy such words so easily, for with the return of his snark there was the chance of a return for his fighting spirit. Action would speak louder than word, and he fully intended to put that statement to the test – though at a later time. It was partly why he still failed to help regenerate Gojo’s missing hands, trust a too-human trait that Sukuna no longer possessed. It was better, to him, to instead establish complete dominance, whether through fear or promises, to ensure total complicity and loyalty.

     Watching the man beneath him shiver once more, eyes darting about as he refused to acknowledge the reaction, it only served as further confirmation for his theory. How amusing.

     “Who said I was going to kill them? Or at least, all of them?” Tips of sharp nails now pressed into the divot above the other’s collarbone, enough to prickle skin and get his attention, the action matching the icy expression he now wore. “Don’t assume things you know nothing about.”

     Hearing his plan wasn’t something Satoru had earned from him yet. But he figured the man would learn how to play along, or stay in the dark. Regardless, he cared little either way. 

     “I’m going to use you as an example for them. But they’re not ready for that yet.” At last did he lift his hand from the other, stepping back – allowing him to stand if he so wished. It was clear Sukuna had decided this topic would be discussed later, turning on his heel to walk off. “Get up. Follow me. Or don’t, you don’t have anywhere to go anyways.”

[toplesstopics]

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[zanykidd]

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[swordknown]

@rhaegxr

While Rhaegar was typically a rather guarded individual, Arthur could usually read the other man like an open book. It deeply concerned him that he couldn’t right now. It was almost like his friend was trying to hide something from him, which was unusual as well. 

It had been happening more and more often over the last few weeks. Arthur couldn’t determine the cause of it. It didn’t appear like Rhaegar was pulling away from anyone else. Perhaps he’d been a bit more moody in general, but that happened occasionally with him. But usually Arthur didn’t bear the brunt of it. 

He didn’t like it.

Arthur was usually quite a patient man. He’d wait out whatever mood Rhaegar had fallen into, until his friend confided in him. But, something about this make him feel like something was off. And his patience ran thin rather fast.t

Waiting until they were alone, or, at least, as alone as one could manage in the Red Keep, Arthur confronted his friend, with a simple, “Speak to me the truth, is everything alright Rhaegar?”

[spakonarchive]

mantis-scope​:

“What do you expect me to do, Shepard-? You just appear out of nowhere, after years of being gone, and you want me to– what– to turn everything I’ve worked on on its head? Because you say so?”

His eyes narrowed, his mandibles flared, a look of anger that really only she could bring about with those last words of hers. “Because you say it’s right, because you say you love me– I just… I turn on everything because of that. Don’t do this to me, Shepard.” 

“You get a fair trial so you can defend yourself. That’s the end of it.” And he stood up then, hands on his hips. “We’re almost at the Citadel. Anything else?” 

She didn’t want a trial. Didn’t want to deal with her name being dragged through the mud more than it was. She didn’t need them to bring up her past actions on Torfan or her spotty past with the Reds. Now, she’d let go of the only thing she held close to her chest, like a well guarded secret, and it went about as well as she could have expected. It could have been much, much worse. She’d take pretty fucking bad instead so long as it meant she could finally let it go.

Shepard rolled her shoulders out, rested her elbows on her knees, and folded her hands together. She didn’t look at Garrus anymore. I didn’t say it for any of those reasons. I said it because it’s true. I said it because I want it to be over.

“Nope.”

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[flourishingbatter]

happyflowey:

* Oh okay. Sorry Happy’s being a big meanie and making it all awkward.

* You’re welcome to come back anytime later, friend. And if you need anything from me, please don’t hesitate to ask!

* Yes! Again, I-it was nice to meet you Injustice! Maybe at some point you can come back and we can do some fun things! Mania showed me some games and-

From the kitchen, Happy yells out, passive aggressively.

* GOOODBYEEEEE!~

* … Hopefully it would be during a time when he’s okay. Sorry.

* I’m going to talk to him. It will probably be more screaming than talking but I’m going to do it.

Mania raises a butter knife and goes over to the kitchen. Before going inside, he turns around to look at Injustice.

* Goodbye, Injustice. Hope you fare well in your travels.

And into the kitchen he went and not a moment sooner there was screaming.

* Uh… yeah…. Cya later, friend?

“...Riiiight, I’m just gonna go now...”

Whatever he had heard was enough of an indicator that he knew that he exhausted the amount of time here. The shade would then calmly backstep away while keeping an eye at the kitchen’s doorway. The curiosity within him was quite palpable but he decided to ignore this feeling as he had gone outside.

It was fair to say that he had gotten a lot of questions on his mind but for now, it could wait. Maybe after his so-called trial passes then perhaps he could try and forge a certain kindness towards the flower.

Regardless, Injustice eventually had melted, shifting into the ground as if a plug had been opened to drain the liquid until finally it was barren save for the fact that a streak had been marked that settled itself nearby a wall as the means of transport.

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[aholesofthegalaxy]

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[infinitxes]

Sukuna’s confirmation might have been a blessing or a curse. 

He’d known this even before he’d asked his question, of course. Satoru dipped his head, jerkily, and said nothing more. As he’d suspected, Sukuna did value him- to some extent measurable only by his own terms. But he’d traded his freedom for this new lease on life. Stranded now with no option but to proceed, Satoru didn’t even want to begin to ponder the idea of regret. 

He could stay in the room to await further torment (given that there would be yet another audience to come), or risk incurring his devastating wrath if he tried to leave.

He made his choice- a fairly neutral one, coming to a stop beside the massive throne. 

Sukuna might have preferred him kneeling. Instead, Satoru’s back met the side of the seat, and he slid downwards, drawing his knees to his chest in quiet resignation as he did so, shoulders curling forwards dejectedly as he wrapped his arms around his calves.

There in the shadow of the king’s presence, he hugged himself, clasping numb fingers and feeling as though he’d lost some core and irrevocable component in his plea for survival. There he sat, making a quiet and futile attempt to fight the trembling urge to surrender, one that threatened to swallow him whole.

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The gory splatter that came as a result of Sukuna’s onslaught was abrupt and jarring. Satoru tensed, the heel of one foot slipping in the blood that drenched his soles. He sank his teeth into his lip and caught himself, carefully making sure to show no further weakness.

The curse was gone. The stink of its dissipating residuals lingered, overwhelming. In similar fashion did the remnants of its entrails and corpse begin to dissipate. 

This manner of impromptu ablution left steam wisping from his skin, leaving only the clumsy patchwork of streaks and smudges which anointed him in human blood. Though what he’d been put through had been nothing less than agonising to bear, his tormentor had been an annoyance at best- hardly a true threat. He had his faculties sufficiently about him now to defend himself if need be, and Sukuna’s watchful eyes ensured that no harm befall him save for that which he intended.

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     There seemed now to be a void where the attention once was now that the curse confronting Gojo had been wholly eliminated, leaving behind only silence, stench, and the notion of death in its wake. It drove home the fact that the only being truly at any level of comfort in this court would always be the King of Curses himself, Sukuna at ease even as the shock that washed over the man seemed palpable, thickening the air. For those who stepped out of line or merely displeased him on any level, even for something as blasé as boredom, death would be imminent in his presence, lives of curses and humans alike entirely dispensable to him. That was what his reign and power afforded.

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[zanykidd]

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[swordknown]

"I don't think I've seen the sun in weeks." (From Elia)

Changing Weather ;; Accepting

@epeolxtry​

“It’s for the sake of your health, your Grace.” Arthur offered, gently. He was Dornish, he knew how horrible it must feel to be stuck inside on bedrest, never feeling the sun. Never mind that she was a Martell, who thrived in the sun and withered in the shade. “And for the little Prince or Princess you carry.” 

Rhaegar and Elia’s first child. He hoped for her sake that it was a boy. The toll the pregnancy had already taken on her health was dangerous. And the rest of Westeros wasn’t like Dorne. They wouldn’t accept a woman on the throne. They would want a male. It wouldn’t be long now until they would find out. Elia was fit to burst and the maester said it could be any day now. 

Yet…it was so hot out today. Unseasonably so. It was almost as hot as Dorne on a mild day. Until he had arrived to guard her, all he had done was lounge out in the gardens, soaking up the sun. It was a shame she would miss it…

“How do you feel? Perhaps…perhaps a very brief stay on your balcony or a quick walk in the gardens wouldn’t be remiss.” The maester would undoubtedly not approve, but that’s why Arthur didn’t intend to ask her. And everyone always seemed to underestimate Elia’s strength. He had faith she’d at least manage the walk to the balcony, if nothing else. And if she couldn’t? Well, he would be there to catch her, should she fall.