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[becameundone]

WHERE: the house of judgement WHEN: late february, early evening (around 4-5pm) WHO: anyone! ( @anchoragestarters ) CAP: 3/4

Tomo had come to try and scope the place out but, for all his efforts, he couldn't glean anything more specific from the building's exterior than its general spooky vibe. He'd been here before but only for the raves in the basement (and he'd been off his face for most of those so the memories were a little hazy and unhelpful). Although he'd been hoping to breeze past the House of Judgements and naturally come upon the answers he'd been looking for without having to get into anything tricky or complicated, it was becoming increasingly clear he'd have to step inside and get a better look. Truth be told, Tomo had wanted to ignore the bag that had showed up at his door in November. He'd even run off back to LA over December and spent half of January gallivanting about NYC but the note's final words still loomed over him, eating away at his peace of mind; WTVR U DO, DON’T RUN OUT OF TIME.

He'd been stood in the dimly-lit foyer, leant back against the wall and swinging the parrot keyring that had accompanied the note around in circles, the ring itself being spun around his finger, until somebody new finally came in through the entrance. Whether they were an employee in plain clothes, coming to start their shift, or just a regular customer, Tomo had no clue but he didn't feel like being picky either. "Hey, you got a minute?" he said, pushing himself off the wall with one hand, and sliding in front of his would be interviewee. If nothing else, years in the spotlight had taught him how to command attention. "You haven't heard of any...uh, hat men...have you?" He enunciated the name like the words were foreign to him. "I know how that sounds but I got this weird note saying and...okay, look, I'm not gonna go into but honestly? I'm just trying to make sure I'm not being pranked by some goth theatre kids."

#« ᴛ ᴏ ᴍ ᴏ » / 「 open. 」 #anchoragestarters #drugs mention #i've been meaning to get this written up for a little while but HSHDHD i wanted to do smth with this part of the new year plot post! #throwing this out just before the plot drop so hopefully i'm not disrupting anything with this! <3 admins pls lmk! #(also i'm still working through the closed starters i owe! sorry for the wait hehe)

[bellsplit]

` ❅ ||   fallesto.   »   (  FROM.  )

SHATTERED  EYES  WATCH  ON  FROM  THE  BRANCHES  ABOVE,   a certain satisfaction in them that is mirrored in the curve of his smile.     this sort of life must be  hard  on the former pillar,  he thinks,  though akaza himself is used to a life in the wild ... a hungry,  rough—resting,  cold kind of life,  one that a successful eldest son of an old,  successful family shouldn't have to lead.     but the oni is  proud  of how his companion has risen to the occasion,  allowed the proverbial fire to be lit under him & has been his inspiration to once again  pick  up  his  sword.

destructive death stands from his crouch & steps off of the branch that he'd been perched upon,  dropping almost silently to the ground a few paces away from kyojuro.     if the glow from his  right  eye  is a bit dimmer than that of his left,  well,  that's merely because of the lingering damage from the sun ... though it hasn't impacted his vision in the slightest,  unless his left is somehow  compensating  & he isn't aware of it.     however there have been a few changes made on areas where the sunlight had burned him more deeply,  ranging from benign discoloration of his pale skin to a near complete   darkening  of his tattoos,  most noticeable on his right shoulder & the side of his neck where they have very nearly turned  black.

he still hasn't gotten all of his range of motion back yet,  either ;    & when kyojuro sleeps during the morning & afternoon,  akaza drills in the darkness of wherever they've managed to find shelter in an attempt to stretch his burned skin.     he's already come very close to having to  explain  himself  in the presence of the remaining kizuki ... & akaza is driven on by an urge to  never  embarrass himself again by enduring a repeat of that encounter.

he will not be  shamed  for his idiosyncrasies :    if  douma  is allowed to keep pets,  then  why  is  he  forbidden  from  doing  so?

"  you've been trainin' hard.  "

the crescent moon approaches with a lazy sort of confidence,  resting a hand on his companion's shoulder when he reaches him & giving it a light squeeze.     suddenly kyojuro's  looking  at  him,   yes,  actually  looking  at  him  & not  THROUGH  HIM  to ... whatever it is that rengoku kyojuro is always looking at.     it makes curiosity bloom in that gilded gaze before he's leaning in,  transfixed,  to lightly bump their foreheads together.     why,  he isn't sure  —  it just feels like the right thing to do,  something that can give the pillar a degree of comfort & display his gratitude without him having to fumble through unfamiliar words.

the demon can't possibly know just what's going through kyojuro's head right now,  the feelings that are changing between them ...     then again,  akaza's  always  carried a burning obsession for this man.     this new emotion,  however,  is ... very unexpected,  just like the lips that graze his own in a starcrossed sort of  kiss.

A  KISS.

he's not naive :    akaza knows exactly what this sort of touch implies.     affection,  care,  fondness  —  things  that  a  kizuki  should  not  be  afforded,   let alone  AFFORD  TO  HIMSELF.     but before he can overthink it further,  kyojuro is pulling away with a start,  stumbling back & looking away as if he's  ashamed  of himself.

& that just ... won't do.     that won't do  at  all.

"  why're you  apologizing?  "

the oni moves slowly to close the distance between them once more as blue fingers curl around kyojuro's wrist with oddly gentle care.     another touch of their foreheads together,  pink lashes fluttering against striped cheeks :    it's perhaps  foolish  to believe that any of this would matter in the long run.     but akaza supposes that's why they ought to at least  try ... if they will truly be dead in any random length of time,  then they may as well  enjoy  what  little  time  they  have  left  together.

"  i'd rather you  do  it  again.  "

&,  pushing himself up on the balls of his bare feet,   akaza  kisses  him.

#fallesto #` ❅ || ᴛ ʀ ᴜ s ᴛ ғ ᴀ ʟ ʟ . » ( V001.2. ) #oh no this is so soft——

[vindictiae]

Showdown.

@red-in-revolt "you're a thorn in my side, why don't you remember?"

He regards the other from the balcony he's climbed onto. His frame rests almost indolently against the balustrade- an energon dagger dangling from black claws in a calculatedly careless manner. Sharp optics watch the mech intently, their ember-hot reds with the incandescent focusing ring.

"Been a long time comin', hasn' it- brightspark."

#ʀ ᴇ ᴅ ꜱ ᴛ ʀ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ » [ the last of the greats / walking on broken glass ] • i n f i n i t e #ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ » [ can't silence what's been spoken / i'm mad as hell. not broken ]

[cassieslee]

You've been awfully quiet lately, Matt. Is everything okay? I was hoping I could talk to you if you had a little time to spare. @flatbacks

#❊❊ ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴀ ‹ s ᴇ ᴄ ʀ ᴇ ᴛ › ➺ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ

[likestohunt]

“They didn’t ask me if I like to hunt.”

#indie rp #indie horror rp #indie scream rp #scream rp #−−− ꧁ ᴛ ᴀ ᴛ ᴜ ᴍ : 𝙰𝚜 𝚒𝚏! ❨ promos. ❩

[chaoticrebels]

So, I was stalking your blog and came across an "anonymously tell me how you feel about me" or something like that. You might guess who this is, or you might not. You and I have been rp partners for awhile now, like years at this point. I have always enjoyed writing with you, even though we don't do it that much anymore (which is more on me than on you). You are somebody very special to me and I always look for your posts the moment I randomly slip on Tumblr. I know you are going through a rough time and I wish I could help you even with the currency exchange rate being a killer. You are an excellent writer, and a good person with a big heart. I adore you, and I hope you can catch that break you desperately need. Thank you, for being you because you, my dear, are remarkable.

I have a guess on who this may be, it's someone who I consider a friend. Someone I adore and love quite a lot, especially if you've been a rp partner for years. Yeah, we may not write as much anymore, rather it be on you or me but you should know, that doesn't matter. I'd wait as long as I need to, I just enjoy the chance to write with you and be your friend. Yeah, seems like life right is getting worse when I need it to get better but one day, I hope life will get better. Til then, I'll distract myself the best I can cause what else can I do? But yeah, it's a killer but you know I appreciate the thought. Thank you sweetheart, I really appreciate it. You are an amazing and talented writer yourself. And thank you for being my friend thought out these years, probably my longest one now if you are whom I think you are.

You know I could ramble on but I need to get back to replying before the little shits drive me nuts, plus kinda shouldn't make this too long but I leave it all this, don't ever change love. You are remarkably phenomenal just by being you.

{ We do need more ships } - There's a little bit of a hint on whom I think this is, if I am wrong welp. I am clearly open to shipping with you :P

#✪↬ωʜᴀᴅᴅʏᴀ ωᴀɴᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴋ↫✪ ✘Answered✘ #✪↬ʙᴇѕᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛѕ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ′ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ↫✪ ✘Anonymous✘

[taxi-davis]

#bandcamp #child of WebTV #grandma's #ᴡ ᴇ в s ɪ ᴛ ᴇ ツ #music #audio #vaporwave

[bearnumberthree]

@thelastmammal faces the 【Hiring Process】

ʕ·͡ᴥ·ʔ The radio goes silent — At this moment, all sound is at a minimum. Almost eerily so. No sound from even the worker hidden behind the nearby counter. All that can be heard is the muffled and distant bustle of Splatsville outside, and the gentle hum of the neon lights that decorate the small room.

The nothingness occurring is suddenly broken by a ding across the training room — The elevator over there activating. The radio comes to life again. ＂Sorry for the wait. Not many around qualified for this position you see. Had to double check a few things. Elevator's active now. I'll be waiting.＂

The only button that is lit up is the one that leads down.

#﹤ ɪ ᴄ ﹥ #﹤ ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ s ﹥ #thelastmammal

[twistedstxrs]

So you know the drill, like for a starter. Specify which one you want and who you want it for, can request more than one.

#✪↬ɪ ωᴏɴ′ᴛ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪѕ ѕɪɴғᴜʟ ωɪѕʜ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴇ↫✪ ✘Starter Call✘

[nefling]

Toika reply to rengoku from 🎭 @crazy-mofo-forever-and-always

She was bothered at first yes— but time seemed to move slower whenever sadness breached the surface. Icy blue warmed up as she scanned towards his voice once more, a sad type of smile on her face.

₊❏❜ ⋮ ❝ I am fine, no worries. Thank you, Rengoku-San,❞

She didn't mind being left alone, sometimes she even preferred it. Though, loneliness did bear significant weight in her soul, like a dog left astray.

'You are as fragile as a flower, nothing more than a vase on display'

₊❏❜ ⋮ ❝ You are very humble, I thank you, once again.❞

#˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ ᴛ ᴏ ɪ ᴋ ᴀ 今日の花 #SOBBING #SORRY I TOOK SO LONG POOKIE #crazy mofo

[becameundone]

WHERE: giant food store WHEN: late september, unspecified date WHO: tomo & anyone! ( @anchoragestarters ) CAP: 2/4

Although he'd only come into Giant to grab some snacks, Tomo had been scrutinising the meagre offerings of the store's Halloween display for a good while longer than at all necessary. Crouched on the floor, he flicked through bags of trick-or-treat multipacks and flimsy paper decorations. None of it was more or less than he'd expected. Pretty basic, maybe even a little tacky and not in a campy sort of way. There was at least one other person in the aisle with him so, forced to accept defeat, he figured his only option was to ask. "Hey, sorry, but I need to find a place that sells, like, good Halloween decorations" Tomo said, tresses of vivid red fringe falling into his eyes as he whipped his head up, "Like, none of this amateur stuff. I'm talking ghost train level." You might think that late September was a little early for this sort of thing but Tomo didn't believe you could be too well-prepared for events like these. He pulled himself to his feet and brushed himself down. It was an abrupt start to a conversation and he was definitely overdressed for a supermarket trip but Tomo had long moved past caring about looking strange. "You wouldn't happen to know a place like that, would you?"

#« ᴛ ᴏ ᴍ ᴏ » / 「 open. 」 #anchoragestarters #i like halloween : ) #also i need more threads for tomo. because i like him.

[bellsplit]

` ❅ ||   @fallesto​.   »   (  FROM.  )

“  DON’T  BE  LIKE  THAT,   kyojuro~ ”

a grin full of fangs is offered from where the demon crouches in the open doorway,  the shattered glass of his eyes keenly fixed on his  prey.     yes,   prey ;    for even as enamored as he is,  akaza will never lose himself in that feeling,  never allow himself to be less than the demon that he’s become.     he’s a predator,  after all.     he’s  carnage  incarnate,   bared fangs in displays of violence & bloodshed,  shattered bones & torn flesh &  DESTRUCTIVE  DEATH.     he’s not about to become soft & pliable,  not even for the strikingly skilled hashira that had managed to escape death at his hand.

he won’t become kyojuro’s nurse,  feeding him meals in a delicate yukata.     NO.     that isn’t him.

... but it’s not outside of the realm of possibility for him to take a  human  lover.     he would be  far  from the first demon to do so,  after all ;    it’s only a matter of convincing kyojuro of  the  benefits  that come with it!

akaza stands & crosses the room so he can crouch at the flame pillar’s bedside.     he’s content for the time being to continue his nightly visits to the flame pillar :    someday ... someday things will change.     kyojuro can’t possibly choose to stay with the demon slayer corps that seems to have so carelessly shut him away ...

as if they’re ashamed of their loss.     what a notion.     how can kyojuro truly heal if he’s trapped in bed?     his wounds will,  yes  —  but what of his  mind?     they should be allowing him to exercise & spar to regain his strength!

“  you just don’t understand,  do you?  ”     the crescent moon queries,  leaning precariously into kyojuro’s space with a slow,  deliberate blink.     “  you & i are  BOUND  together,  kyojuro ... whether you want us to be or not.     wouldn’t it be easier for you to just  accept  it?     i can protect you,  your family,  this village ... if you only agree to be mine.  ”

#fallesto #` ❅ || ʜ ᴀ ᴋ ᴀ ɪ s ᴀ ᴛ s ᴜ . » ( V001. ) #hands you this steaming pile.

[vindictiae]

For the sake of brevity, some art below the cut.

Probably already posted deadlock but,

#my art #Fire ALpaca #I just need to get some new brushes #or make some #ᴍ ᴇ ɢ ᴀ ᴛ ʀ ᴏ ɴ » [ he that leads by terror and cruelty / dies by the weight of his own misdeeds ] #ᴏ ᴘ ᴛ ɪ ᴍ ᴜ ꜱ » [ he that boldly pushes forward / misses the beauty along the way.] #ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ʟ ᴏ ᴄ ᴋ » [ can't silence what's been spoken / i'm mad as hell. not broken ]

[cassieslee]

#❊❊ ɪ·ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ‹ ɪ ɴ s ᴘ ɪ ʀ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ › ➺ sɴᴀᴘsʜᴏᴛs #❊❊ ʜᴇ·s ᴍʏ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ‹ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ʟ ᴅ › ➺ ᴀᴜsᴛɪɴ

[maddestdog]

“Hey, there, cutie ~ I`m Goromi! Nice to meet`cha!”

Offering her next customer here a polite bow, her painted lips formed in a playful smirk, she’s quick to work her charms. Once Goromi strolls on up to the other, giving their person a down-and-up look along the way, she takes hold of their hands in her own, and her pink tipped fingers dance stroke their skin as she continues on with her overt flirtations. This is a game the club’s number one girl knows how to play all too well.

“I`ll show ya a real good time tonight if ya let me ~ ♥” 

A giggle follows as she takes another step closer, clearly intent on luring them in.

"Got a nice spot in the back, just for us! Whaddya say? Hmmm?”

#it's about time we do this... :3c #❛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ 〈 open. 〉 #❛ ᴅᴏɴ`ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ! ♥ 〈 Goromi. 〉

[likestohunt]

                    "They didn't ask me if I like to hunt."

#indie horror rp #indie scream rp #−−− ꧁ ᴛ ᴀ ᴛ ᴜ ᴍ : 𝙰𝚜 𝚒𝚏! ❨ promos. ❩