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private & selective ISHIDA SHOUYA as penned by lero // established june 2017 // #solitudebased

#friendly reminder that i'm also here!!

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Oh my goodness, I was literally thinking about making a Shouko! The temptation is real!!

THE MORE PEOPLE FOR KOE NO KATACHI, THE BETTER!! i would kill for a shimada, ueno & kawai though, the old gang can get back together for angst & arguments :)))

#❝ ━ every body bleeds the same ( anon ). #❝ ━ the dead tell no tales & yet you speak ( question ).

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private & selective ISHIDA SHOUYA as penned by lero // established june 2017 // #solitudebased

#hey look its me!!!! #i still need to make icons tho so its chill #❝ ━ its a promo !!.

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15 ASSOCIATIONS. REPOST AND FILL IN THE ANSWERS YOU most ASSOCIATE YOUR CHARACTER WITH TO EACH QUESTION.

ANIMAL: WOLF COLOR(S): BLACK / MAROON / BURGUNDY  MONTH: SEPTEMBER SONG: ??? NUMBER: NINE DAY OR NIGHT: NIGHT PLANT: RED SPIDER LILY  SMELL: IRON & FORMALDEHYDE  GEMSTONE: YELLOW FIRE OPAL SEASON: WINTER PLACE: THE FORREST  FOOD: FLESH ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: LIBRA ELEMENT(S): AIR DRINK: BLOOD

STOLE FROM: @falsequerade TAGGING: @venusbled + the dash :)

#❝ ━ a new sense of depth known only to few ( headcanon ).

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FALSEQUERADE — :

the PIECES were slowly falling into their proper places , so to speak. uta`s pointed stare does not waver even the slightest, it only seems to have INTENSIFIED within the minutes passing in between.  ❛    red ,  is a nice passionate color as well … wouldn’t you say ??  but you don’t seem like such a SIMPLE person to me , stranger-san.  ❜  

smoothly , he pulls a black cushioned stool sitting against the nearby counter between them. ghoulish eyes attempting not to LINGER much longer than needed on that vacant , mangled socket; although curious and equally amused as to HOW it had happened. a smile slithers along his features. the piercing in his lip stretching with his skin to accommodate the simple gesture.

❛      you may as well have a more COMFORTABLE seat while i take those measurements. as much as i love MYSTERY with my special clients, there are a few things i do need to know for sure.    ❜ 

the seat offered is taken with quiet thanks, a welcome change in comfort from the hard plastic that had come before. notably the mask maker’s gaze flickers once or twice to the empty hole that was once the home to perfect sight & the hints of a smirk make themselves present, ❝ are you curious? ❞ the question is posed with a tone of amusement backing it, knowing already that look of curiosity whenever it happens to cross the features of another. the fingers of the hand still intact moved to brush the rough edges of mangled skin, their tips dipping ever so slightly into the insides of the hollow dent.

the pads of fingertips stroked for a time absently before moving away, allowing for that concealing fringe to drape down once again to hide away the horrors of an otherwise relatively attractive face & followed up with a more genuine & inviting smile, ❝ by all means, ask whatever you need to know— & you can call me JACK. i’ll be in your care. ❞ 

pleasantries now extended on his part, it was time to sit back & play the innocent customer; but with silent admission he noted that this maker of masks likely held a few secrets of their own. 

#aka 'lets sit here & be nice as we try to figure each other out' #❝ ━ he sings in the shadows & plays at kindness ( in character ). #❝ ━ the face behind this mask is a monster bathed in wrath & hunger ( VERSE 04 ).

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' would you kindly teach me how to dougie ? ' jK just.., kindly dance w her :')

a request that could not go disobeyed, a single dance to a silent tune that they could make their own. there was no beat, no melody other than the sound of strong winds rattling the windows & their own breath as they puffed out small clouds into the cold air. shimizu’s body trembled against his own, the bitter temperatures of a winter night affecting that human body in a way it would never touch a vampire’s; & so he drew her close. placed hands upon her with firm intent, just above the waist with fingers curling around the shape of her body— the press of pliable fingers against the fabric of her clothing & the small threat of bladed ones that would cut through with a single misstep. 

the warmth radiating from her flesh was foreign, as were the gentle hands that found themselves placed upon his shoulders. for a moment they remained still, adjusting to their new found position & whatever it made them feel— confusion & mild discomfort on jack’s side, but something that wasn’t entirely disliked, just new. with tentative steps they began to move in slow, purposeful circles across the tight space that was their home. the leading was messy, unpractised & leaving much to be desired; but this was their dance, & as their bodies moved to turn, spin slow across the floor, finding any sense of rhythm was long forgotten. 

no feet were stepped on & that was testament to the training shimizu had received in years prior, overseen by himself but not inclusive, for the curator watched the lessons taught but did little teaching. she was always a promising dancer, the client must have been satisfied for a time. 

in the space they were confined to, the backs of legs knocked against furniture but that did little to stop their moment; they simply moved with mock fluidity in another direction. shimizu appeared to be smiling but the expression wasn’t mutual— neither concentration or a simple lack of enjoyment were the reasons for such stoic features worn, he would never admit to it but in this moment, she was more beautiful, more radiant than memory served to provide & it was simply a little breathtaking. 

‘ would you kindly ‘

#listen i was originally going to reply in 100% usual crack form #but i couldn't pass up this many feels #so have some actual serious dancing moments #venusbled #❝ ━ the dead tell no tales & yet you speak ( question ). #❝ ━ paint the roses red with the blood of many & bring destruction to this hell ( VERSE 01 ). #❝ ━ & this doll shall be the death of me; my creation is my love ( shimizu ).

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Send ‘Would you kindly’ and a command and my muse has to obey.

#be gentle with him #❝ ━ why does the river run red by night? ( prompt ).

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♮ - body type AND ❣ - hands !

BODY TYPE

years of being starved as a child & later underfed through growing up in the slums, jack lacks a lot of vital fat on his body; but what he’s missing in fat, he makes up for in stringy, mildly defined muscle. dead bodies aren’t light, they’re heavier when dead than they are living & although jack doesn’t carry them, it still requires some effort to drag them along behind him. his limbs are fairly long & he has a height of around 5ft 9in ( 175cm ), though it has never been measured accurately. most of his muscle mass in contained in his upper arms & thighs, his stomach is flat & both his ribs & spinal column protrude a little but not to an overly unhealthy degree.

basically, he’s underweight for his height but he has strength where he needs it, which is enhanced by him being a vampire. if he were human, he’d be suffering.

HANDS

jack only has the one hand & the state of his other hand/arm can be found here. for the hand that remains, his fingers are long & he keeps his nails slightly longer than average with the tips filed into pointed ovals, looking more like claws. his nails are always painted a dark colour— mostly black & he takes good care of them so they don’t break easily. oftentimes he wears a black fingerless glove & this helps not only to keep his hands relatively clean, but his skin is a lot less callous than it would be if he were working bare handed; the exposed parts of his fingers are notably rougher than the palm & back of his hand.

headcanon symbols

#weight mention #body mention #weight tw #body image #riotborn #❝ ━ the dead tell no tales & yet you speak ( question ).

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i know my muse is literally unknown in the world bU T my url pls??? :))

send me a url and let me gush! // ACCEPTING.

Opinion on:

Character in general: TRUE, I might not know Jack or the fandom he’s from, but from what I’ve seen, he’s an intriguing, complex yet sadistic vampire with a love for murder. That’s merely what I’ve gleaned from your posts, but I am very fascinated by him! How they play them: OKAY, SO HERE COMES THE GUSHING PART. Your writing is so freaking gorgeous. You’re able to paint such a morbidly fascinating picture ( which is apt, given your muse and the material you’re writing ), drawing the reader in with just a handful of words and setting the scene beautifully. I love taking the time to read your threads, because I know that I’m in for one hell of a ride regardless of what’s going on, and while I know nothing about Jack from his source material, I’m certain that you’re doing a fantastic job!The Mun: For starters, I love your choice in muses: the obscure, “problematic” types that not many people would normally go for. I don’t really follow any villainous characters, so it’s always a breath of fresh air to see you on the dash. As a person, I think you’re rad. You’re so sweet, but also freaking hilarious and I truly appreciate all the times you’ve taken a moment to comment on my posts. I would love to get to know you better!!!

Do I:

RP with them: Not yet! BUT WE GOTTA. HECK ME UP.Want to RP with them: HELL YEAH I DO. Let Jack have at Kirishima!

What is my:

Overall Opinion: You’re a hella awesome person and I’m so freaking glad that we followed one another, 11/10 would recommend again. :^)

#SCREAMS FROM THE ROOFTOPS #thank u sm omg #yes yes we gotta do a thing so bad !!! i have a bnha verse too

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y'know, like ... nyah ~

#venusbled #❝ ━ the dead tell no tales & yet you speak ( question ). #end me #❝ ━ CRACKing jokes like CRACKing bones ( shitposting ).

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VENUSBLED — :

@ripperwild // stabby stabby.

her eyes look glassy to the corpse, opened wide ——— not with fear, or surprise, because they’d practically been conditioned out of her ——— but with CURIOSITY. of course, she’d seen her master’s ‘ shop ’ before ; she had sharpened the knives, polished the screws & needles & hooks, even been a victim to testify to their worth for him. she hadn’t yet, however, seen more BODIES occupy the space, the GORE so unlike what she could’ve seen in the slums ( there, they died from starvation or disease, perhaps from a fight that BLOODIED them in death ), right before her feet. here was the display of his craft, & shimizu was taking it in for the first time : the unusual positions they had dropped into, in unusual states of TOGETHERNESS … an arm missing, teeth pulled, even the harsh red lines of the flesh where he had carved them out.

shimizu cocks her head to the side, as if to look from another angle, & her curiosity quickly gets the better of her. she moves to pick up … a pinky finger ? at her feet, before something MOVES & catches her eye. it cannot be jack, he’s still behind her, out of sight. she rises to her feet again, & sees it again … a moving body. is it not DEAD yet … ?

‘ master … they TWITCH … ’

the hint of a smile plays at the sharp corners of lips painted red, a thin layer of blood & saliva coating them from a recent feed yet to be cleaned off. he had been watching, discreetly & peripherally so as not to be caught observing— shimizu showed more guts than initially thought, a morbid sense of curiosity that could only come from either prolonged exposure to the the darkness, or be something born into. in this case the former held out over the latter & oftentimes it was wondered what horrors this young beauty had to endure these past years.

but if she looked close enough, those ‘ corpses ‘ still held more life than they seemed. a chemical trickling through their lessening bloodstream would slow the flow, they would bleed out less & less, yet their pain would still burn hot in their veins with each cut. their eyes would be glassy, pleading in silent anguish, perhaps even tear filled should they have any left to shed; but their bodies? lifeless, gashed & gushing wet heat. 

as if their current situation was nothing more than tea in the evening, he scraped the drying residue from under lengthy black painted nails with the blunt edge of a knife unused. ❝ i’m not finished with them yet— ❞ & perhaps wouldn’t be for a long time. today had been particularly vexing, hence the increased volume in victim count. a brief flicker of sight from beneath thick lashes showed shimizu still gazing at one body now twitching more vigorously than before. the vampire. a favourite for a night such as this... they lasted longer.

❝ that one could do with some more of this. ❞ fingers found purchase around the barrel of a syringe, clear fluid sloshing within & the tip of the needle moist, dripping, ❝ find the vein though, it’ll be a waste otherwise. ❞

#❝ ━ he sings in the shadows & plays at kindness ( in character ). #❝ ━ paint the roses red with the blood of many & bring destruction to this hell ( VERSE 01 ). #❝ ━ & this doll shall be the death of me; my creation is my love ( shimizu ). #blood tw #blood mention #death mention

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‘ oh shit ‘

The 16th (gif/icon) in your folder is your muse's reaction to realizing that they’re gay.

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Underestimate me. That’ll be fun.

Shit Slytherins Say (via pretentiousgit)

#❝ ━ mind mapping & feeling borne ( musing ).

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‘ i am too tired to deal with any of this. ’ ( LM AO jack: imma kill u shimizu: ugh ...... after this nap maybe )

those few words speak volumes, & that volume is too much. too much disobedience, too much defiance— simply too much of everything that doesn’t sit well with one sat so high on a pedestal of the dead. glaring eyes narrowed their line of sight to follow the figure descending down upon the old mattress that was their bed. without a doubt, those bright lights for eyes had dimmed & ringed in shadows of weariness; the drone of her voice told tales of tiredness, sleep wracked with nightmares of the darkest kind. humans were such a weak species to fall victim to easy terrors, there was no envy to be found here.

no sympathy either. time stood still for none & yet it raced at different paces for everyone. their current time was one ticking by at a steady rhythm with the decay of flesh at their feet. he tongued a drying bottom lip, holding the stiffening, dislocated wrist of a body & swaying it with mild disinterest, ❝ if you sleep now, i might kill you in the night. so be an angel & deal with this for me first. ❞ the threat was far from empty, one that would be carried out without so much as pause for thought. human lives were fleeting & always readily replaceable.

he gave the arm in hand another gentle sway to get the point across, resting elbow to knee & said knee raised just slightly, crossed over the opposing leg. a picture of pure calm, at home amid the gore & grotesque nature of their charade— a monster in its lair & the monster makes all the rules.

growling suggestions 

#venusbled #❝ ━ the dead tell no tales & yet you speak ( question ). #this took a more serious turn than i was expecting

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Headcanon meme - send me a symbol and I'll describe my muse's...

❣ - hands

❤ - voice

۵ - feet

❦ - lips

ø - eyes

ღ - nose

♮ - body type

♫ - singing voice

✮ - sleeping habits

✉ - texting habits

✿ - laugh

✍ - writing style

⌨ - time-wasting habits

❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques

✎ - taste in music/literature

☤ - self care/first aid habits

✪ - favourite food/eating habits

☁ - ideal holiday

✄ - nervous habits

☂ - sadness

❈ - ideal birthday

#nice #❝ ━ why does the river run red by night? ( prompt ).

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hot velvety muppet sex rlly gets me gears grindin if u know what im sayin

❝ i think its past someone’s bedtime— ❞

#venusbled #❝ ━ the dead tell no tales & yet you speak ( question ). #❝ ━ CRACKing jokes like CRACKing bones ( shitposting ).

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master i just want u to know i have a muppet kink

#venusbled #❝ ━ the dead tell no tales & yet you speak ( question ). #❝ ━ CRACKing jokes like CRACKing bones ( shitposting ).