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Shoko's cheek warm when Gojo presses his lips against her forehead. "Later. Don't blow up my phone. I'll be busy." She reaches for her bag and sprays herself with perfume, then leaves the building.

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Six weeks pass by. Communication from Shoko to Gojo was minimal. It was to be expected for someone taking a vigorous medical course. Regardless, Shoko still found time to secretly get her 'needs' met with other men.

Pursuing or being pursued by a new man was exciting. The innuendos sprinkled in conversation was a game that brightened her night. The compliments and errotic promises the others would make became a challenge she was willing to test. New lips trailing her neck and shoulders electrified her skin however, all the different sizes and shapes men inherited where a hit or misses.

Now, Jujutsu High was closed for another holiday. Shoko sat at her desk, tapping her finger against the open textbook in front of her.

I need a break. Leaving alone for one day isn't going to hurt me. Let's see what everyone else is doing.

Seeing that she missed a few of Gojo's messages spanning days -again- she decided to give him a call.

@praeteritus-memories replied: *local ghost has a knife and ready to fight for his girlfriend* - Hanako

🌸 → ❝ You don't like me 'cause I look like a boy, do you Hanako?! ❞

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The diver knew something was wrong, he could tell the sky was different as he resurfaced from the water he was diving in. Why was there the smell of iron in the air? Wait...iron...blood?

He gulped as he got out of the water, shaking off the excess water from his clothes and hair as he took notice of his surroundings.

Where was he?

Taking that as the cue to go ahead, Yugi moved further into the room and took a spot at a vacant chair. He figured the finer looking one to be the Earl's so he took the other.

"Its been a while since I had a challenge too. I'm looking forward to this."

Who would win this game was up in the air, just the way he liked it. When of course the fate of the world wasn't hanging in the balance. There were no such stakes now though so he could actually let himself relax and have fun.

"Do you prefer to make the first move or have your opponent do so?"

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    to   no extent   had kakyoin expected that so significant a tenderness would bloom in his chest upon making giorno’s acquaintance ,   especially since he’d come to italy for work .   over a decade has passed since the momentous events of his egyptian escapade ,   &   in that time ,   he has learned more about his true self than ever had been previously apparent   ━━━━   become more of himself   than ever he had been before .   but one aspect of his being that has yet to fully emerge from its chrysalis is his reluctance to open himself up to others ;   many pensive hours has he sat beside his inner child in   healing silence ,   hoping to unravel ,   thread by thread ,   the tightly - wound shroud in which he’d enswathed himself for protection ,   as if hierophant’s tendrils had coiled ’round his too - soft body like an unbreakable cocoon .

perhaps that had been a necessary response to the   corroding heartache   of a childhood spent entirely alone .   yet ,   he has managed to make a home for himself on   the other side ,   now ,   &   the white - knuckled grip he’s maintained on the latch to free his heart from its cage doesn’t serve him so well anymore .   how ironic a tragedy that   letting go   is this difficult ,   but as a man that has survived   the unfathomable ,   kakyoin is not so inclined to think of it as a mountain he cannot summit .   even the slackening of one knuckle at a time is still progress .

even so ,   there was something he saw in giorno early on that rendered his heart’s   immaculate camouflage   futile ,   exposing the softness tucked beneath layers   &   layers of armor without so much as an honest effort .   perhaps he saw himself in giorno ,   &   perhaps that extended to him the ability to perceive the lonely child hiding at the core of the strong   &   straight - shouldered   force of nature   that brought an entire syndicate to its knees .   how could he behold that   &   allow himself to become another person that   abandons him ?? 

the embrace is as warm as the venetian summer ,   or maybe warmer still ,   &   the loving width of kakyoin’s smile encapsulates a disposition just the same as his arms anchor tightly around giorno’s smaller frame .   as much as he’s   dreaded   having to bid giorno farewell   (   distance can be so cruel ;   how   unfortunate   that the heart can leave pieces of itself all over the world   ) ,   moments like this are precious enough to quell the sinking feeling in his abdomen ,   leaving a comforting reminder that   not even eight thousand kilometers   can make strangers of them in its wake .  

“   i don’t just mean for practical things ,   ”   he says ,   straightening his back just enough to look at the boy in his arms ,   “   though that’s important ,   of course .   but for anything ,   even if you just need someone to talk to .   ”   a lavender gaze is devastatingly soft as it meets the blueish emeralds reflecting off of it in a deepening gradient ,   &   in the back of his mind ,   kakyoin curses the throb in his chest   &   the pressure building behind his eyes .   his husband would surely say he is being dramatic ,   &   maybe he is ,   but his ever - growing affinity for the golden - haired boy cannot be helped .

“   i know that you’re a busy young man ,   but if you just want to talk about your day ,   or tell me about any cute boys in your life ,   ”   his smile grows a little with that remark ,   the teasing glint to his eye twinkling like a sky full of stars ,   “   i’d be happy to listen .   ”   

the raising of a slender wrist   &   hierophant’s tugging back of a linen sleeve reveals the face of kakyoin’s watch ,   prompting a slight pout .   oh ,   fuck it .    sure ,   he’s eager to return home to his family   (   this is the longest he’s been away since jouta was born   ) ,   but giorno has become family ,   too .   “   say ,   giogio   ━━━━   it seems i don’t have to be at the airport for another few hours ,   ”   he says ,   ruby - hued lashes fanning out between scarred lids as his eyes become smiling crescents .   “   i think that gives us just enough time for one more adventure .   i still haven’t gotten to try amarena gelato ,   &   that’s just unfair .   ”

His limbs are finally able to slow down as he's picked up from the floor though that was momentary since his legs began to kick against the King slightly as he was held. The little prince was quiet as his gaze settled on Noctis as he spoke. What did his Dad mean by crawling? What was that? The only thing he did was move in a different way like the adults did except he wasn't walking yet like they did.

Arms reached out in curiosity towards the adult's hair all while sticking out his tongue which was something he'd picked up on around two months ago thanks to Prompto and did it occasionally ever since, though thankfully he hadn't learned to spit yet. "HfjsnruaA?" Novus babbled as if to ask what they were going to do now. Surely the two royals wouldn't be standing in one spot all night would they?

The baby began to concentrate as fingers now attempted to grab at Noctis's lips figuring that it'd at least give him something to do for now until a decision was made. Whatever was chosen, Novus could certainly find ways to entertain himself.

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@praeteritus-memories : Childe: -offended he wasn't offered some-

Purposely sips louder . Be offended all you want, he's going to enjoy his coffee.

Starter for @praeteritus-memories for Astre( Sebastian too? )

Long ears twitched as a sound rang out, groggy and completely confused. One moment, the fennec hybrid was studying plants, the next, he was lost in a strange place.

He tried to figure out where he was but he was overtaken by some unruly individuals and placed in some sort of confinement, as he struggles to sit up, he knew that his head was throbbing as he was knocked out not too long ago.

He then felt the confinement being wheeled and a shroud was covering where he was in, shadows moving behind the covering and strange sounds filled the air.

His eyes darted around before the movement ceases and he was in place for something, one of the higher ups of the individuals that caught him then spoke out to many onlookers.

They announced that they have found a real treat to amaze the crowd as the fennec watched the shroud suddenly being lifted and several strange bright lights shining down upon him inside the cage which caused him to hiss in pain as the overwhelming brightness stung at his eyes, the man lets out a booming voice, saying things like ''freak'' and ''amazing specimen'' as the people sat in complete shock upon seeing him with his long ears and strange fluffy tail.

He has to escape.

He has to get away from here.

Break free.

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@praeteritus-memories : "Well well, if it isn't static head!" - Alastor being a brat <3

" And if it isn't the fossil ! Finally decided it was time for an upgrade ? "

From a young age, Bianca had learned not to trust in the fairytales her grandfather read to her at night. Oh, she enjoyed them well enough, as all little girls did, the tales of princesses and dragons and brave knights. But she had already had enough life experience to know that if you were a princess, you couldn't just wait for the knight to rescue you- you had to save yourself.

So at eighteen, when Dario Zeppeli, the Old Lion, decided to retire and hand over the crown to his granddaughter, Bianca knew she couldn't ask for help. Not when people they thought they could trust decided to go and use the shift in power to their own advantage. So she did what any princess would do in that situation when all eyes were on her, waiting to see if she would rise or fall:

She made herself the motherfucking Queen.

When girls her age were debuting in society with their pretty white gowns and a string of pearls, she was digging graves and washing blood from her hair. She should have been going off to university to further her education, exploring the world, and falling in love- instead, she was reforming an empire, moving pawn pieces where she needed them to be, where they would be the most effective, bringing the Zeppeli Famiglia into a new age.

It had been fifteen years since Bianca Zeppeli took up the mantle of Baroness.

She was now taking a knee at the feet of a teenager who looked like he belonged painted up on the ceiling of a church somewhere. Oh, not that Giorno Giovana was new to her. She had a vague idea of his reputation... especially as of late. He was younger than even she had been on her ascension; she was impressed.

Her smaller hand took up his larger one and she pressed her lips against his fingers. Her dark eyes slid upward, meeting his gaze, and very slightly, the corners of her mouth turned upward in a smile. Then she was standing, falling into line with the other Dons of Naples who all looked like they ate something sour. Her expression remained serene.

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[ group sms: Ryou ( @praeteritus-memories ), Jonouchi ( @ofhardknoxxx ) and Ryuji ( @devildukem ) ]

[ txt ] Summer's upon us, which means that we've got plenty of time to go to the beach, play some carnival games, and other things!

[ txt ] Sooo that means we should take this opportunity to spend some time together!

[ txt ] Who's up for going to one of the theme parks around for a couple of days or something? It'll be my treat!

@praeteritus-memories a continuation of our discord thread

Suguru is sitting back against his seat. The table remained stationed a few feet away from his seat, legs and arms both crossed. His left leg gently bounced over the right while he entered deep thought, obvious to his other half sitting across from him. The leftover salmon pesto crepe was the catalyst guiding him into depths of his mind.

"Blonde hair..." he continued, eyes narrowing as though scrutinizing his dish, "blue eyes, a scar above the left, and a curse user whose curse was born from a broken vow. He seemed to be affluent. And foreign. I think I heard a Russian accent. It's not uncommon around tourist spots. But, clearly, a regular visitor if he speaks japanese fluently. And familiar enough with Japan to visit Nanako in a small town. Nanako, you said you never left your home town before, right?"

Nanako nods. "Right."

"Satoru, would you have any idea why an affluent foreigner travels around the remote areas of Japan?"

And more importantly, how often did the stranger visit her. Was it consistent? Is it appropriate to ask her now? Any details she can provide would help, but the last thing I want to do is traumatized her further.

Is sad that Gojo sensei doesn't like sour candy. :(

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Beight violet hues look around at the scenery around young Lyney and his dear sister Lynette as the two were living in the streets, they didn't know how they ended up in a unknown world but one thing was for sure, they were hungry and trying to survive.

Every scrap of change raised by his performance was instantly put into getting a small loaf of bread, each time he got one, he always gave the biggest piece to his sister as he wishes to see her safe.

As he looked around, his stomach growled loudly but he ignored it as they had to seek out shelter for the cold now greeting them.

He wraps his cape around his sibling before frantically for a nearly spot to roost, he found one which was the closest as he led his sister inside.

He huddled her close as he was trying to keep her warm despite the fact that he was shivering too, his sibling was his number one priority.

He must protect her.

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🌸 → ❝ What? You never heard of death metal before? ❞

She misses the call, so she texts with her phone with THIS PHONE COVER.

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    by no means does kakyoin exhibit a   duplicitous nature .   he is stealthful ,   yes ,   &   even well - versed in certain   manipulation tactics   by necessity of certain aspects of his job ,   but he doesn’t show that side of himself at home ,   or in his marriage .   there’s genuinely no need ;   he   &   jotaro have a healthy   &   fulfilling relationship built on a foundation of open communication   &   understanding one another more than anyone else in their lives .   yet ,   on the occasion he   does   find himself wanting to keep something from his husband   (   for innocent enough reasons ,   usually   ) ,   it can be quite a task   ━━━━   jotaro is sharper than a sashimi knife   (   it seems he always has been ;   kakyoin easily recalls that   bladelike wit   being one of the many things that attracted him to jotaro ,   back when they were teenagers   ) ,   &   given that they talk about any   &   everything together ,   it isn’t so difficult to recognize when something’s been   left out .

    but kakyoin   ━━━━   now kujo   ━━━━   noriaki is   determined .   &   when his mind is set ,   he will pull out every stop to ensure he reaches his goal ,   valiant efforts   employed for even the smallest ambition ,   for he’d decided the day he vowed to face dio again that he would never lose sight of   himself   as he had that cruel spring day they met .   this considered ,   when jotaro agreed to   take on the challenge   of getting jouta down for a nap ,   kakyoin figured he’d bought himself an opportunity to put his plan to action   (   that child behaves as if he’s in the   fight of his life   at naptime ,   after all   ) .

    either time had evaporated too quickly or their son elected to be   merciful   for once ,   for kakyoin is all but   startled out of his skin   when jotaro makes his presence known behind him .   the office is   exceptionally quiet ,   as expected of any place of work or study ,   but somehow ,   kakyoin hadn’t heard those footsteps he’d recognize from rhythm alone .   it could be that he’d just been too absorbed in trying to find the   damned thing ;   bent over with his ass in the air as he canvassed the lowermost shelves   &   narrowly avoiding   hitting his head on the way up once he’d realized he was no longer alone .   jotaro wouldn’t carry it around on his person at home ,   &   kakyoin hadn’t spotted it anywhere in their bedroom ,   thus ,   this is the only logical location he’d expect to find the item of interest .   so where the fuck is it ?? 

    he’s seen it so many times ,   that little black book with jotaro’s name scripted on the front cover in neat kanji   ━━━━   drawn from his pocket ,   left on the chabudai or on the edge of his desk ,   jostled at the bottom of his laptop bag .   but now that he actually needs it ,   it’s nowhere to be found .   isn’t that just his luck ??   “   oh ,   ”   says kakyoin ,   daintily tucking a stray red tress behind his ear ,   violet eyes shifting toward the far wall .   normally ,   he’d have no trouble playing it cool ,   but this is jotaro .   even after years of knowing each other   &   now being   fucking married ,   kakyoin still manages to feel a little nervous around him ,   sometimes .   mostly because he’s hiding something .   “   uh ,   no ,   not really .   it’s   ━━━━   i’m never really in here ,   so i just got curious as i was passing by .   ”

    clearing his throat ,   kakyoin places his hands on his hips ,   attempting to look a little more confident   &   a little less suspicious .   the fact that the navy sweater he’s wearing belongs to jotaro   &   covers his hands completely likely foils his intent to be taken seriously .   “   sorry ,   i shouldn’t have shouted at you .   i was just a little startled ,   ”   he mutters ,   cheeks suddenly feeling unbearably warm .   “   i’m guessing jouta didn’t give you much trouble ,   then ??   ”