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quatervoix · 3 years
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"It was like that when I got here." (Heyo)
Misunderstanding Starters
          Pouty lips pressed to a thin line, tense was her visage. Sable orbs roamed to the quaint looking fellow eventually settling onto the broken vase just feet away from him...an expensive vase. Shattered --- ruined. Form moved close --- the light pattering of feet against wooden floor disrupting the stillness in the air. Thin digits moved to pluck a shard of glass from the floor. It’s turquoise color stood vibrant against pale skin. 
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          ❛ Perhaps...the base was not made properly. It must have tipped it over. ❜ Disappointment and a tempered anger seemed to have washed away replaced by worry.
          ❛ You were not hurt were you? ❜
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daiiyokai · 3 years
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@kusuriuriya​
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“You are in my way. Move!”
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crownlcsking · 3 years
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“I promised nothing would happen to you. And I failed. But you’re safe now.”
baby driver sentence starters | accepting
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Dead silence received him. The medicine man looked over. The young man's face was as a snow-covered island upon which rain might fall, but which felt no rain; over which storm clouds might pass their moving shadows, but which felt no shade. His feet are light and nimble and he taps them on the surface of a blood-red pool table. He never sleeps. A rickety fan swings overhead, and the young man says that he will never die. He dances in the lamp light and in the shadow and he is a great favorite. He never sleeps, says the old man hiding behind Yūya's features, and he finds himself laughing. He is dancing, dancing. And he says that he will never die. He brings his hands together; stopping himself all at once, and his feet come to a sudden halt. He places a cold lifeless hand through the strands of Yūya's hair- their limbs moving in unison, his hair now having been their hair, ❝ it was said some time ago, that it is the death of the father to which the son is entitled to. He is broken and will never find his way without it. Your birthright, young man, was never yours for the taking. I am me, and now, you are too. ❞
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mewsdirect · 3 years
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@kusuriuriya​​ : “The fight is over, harmony is restored, and life goes on.”   /  s/onic the hedgehog sentence starters.
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the cat hums, golden eyes sharp and keenly fixed on the other. the bitter smell of medicine as well as the capable way the other holds himself are enough for them to keep themself at a distance—but the cat has lived a long, mostly solitary life, and any chance reprieve from the lonely monotony of everyday keeps them from retreating entirely.
besides, the merchant had rid the cat’s village of a truly troubling—or perhaps troubled—spirit, helping the humans the cat has been keeping an eye on for generations now ; they are grateful.
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...he’d not arrived before blood had been shed, however, and the cat remains agitated in the aftermath. it is likely this that prompted the merchant to speak.
❛ —life goes on for those that say it goes on. it does not for those that say it doesn’t. ❜​
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soul-hxnter · 3 years
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@kusuriuriya​ For A Killer Meeting~
She opens her eyes, quickly, suddenly. Body springs forward from her place of resting, bandaged hand coming to her face, a ringing pain across her entire being meeting her when the body rushed forward to place itself in a sitting position, forcing a rather prolonged moan out of half-destroyed lips. Sleepiness and slight disorientation in deep black eyes soon shifted into confusion, as she looked around herself. She felt her bones shift back into their position, she felt her flesh mending back together. Her clothes nearly ruined. Even some of the hair felt growing back to its appropriate length. She couldn't remember the previous day. Come to think of it, she couldn't quite remember the past week.
A quick look at her hands proved an abundance of blood on both. She wasn't sure if it was hers or someone else. She heard a final crack, as the breeze no longer touched her exposed flesh, covered in newly recovered skin. The woman moves her hand, snapping her jaw back in its place, before moving it slightly. She should be dead. She WANTS to be dead. This amount of pain and injury. So much misery she had forgotten. She'd only gotten to feel the scraps. How sad! She wanted to feel it! She wanted to remember! Why won't she remember!
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"Hm?" Her disappointed grimace is visible when she turns to the source of the sound she heard. She finally noticed that she wasn't quite alone. Her face now, again, covered by thick white hair, as only one eye is shown to the observer. The grimace quickly relaxes, switching to a friendly smile. "Good...day? What time is it?"
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phxntomwulf · 3 years
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@kusuriuriya​ requested a meeting with the Wulf
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The man looks over at his sudden traveling companion, a little unsure of what to reply to his words. A moment passes with deep contemplation, as he figures out how to return these words back without sounding strange about it. Though, the answer isn't found, as he slowly shifts on the little cart they were riding, letting out a hot breath, turning to steam as it exits onto the cold Autumn air. After another moment had passed, he shrugged. Words finally found in his mind, he turned back to the other.
"I am not one for art myself. Not to a point in which one would consider my interests any indication of knowledge." A strange topic in his mind, but he'll just roll with it. Another beat of silence passes, as he thinks of another word to add to whatever has been said already, his pause seemingly helping him find more words to speak in return.
"I am one for simpler things. Warfare mostly. Some would find beauty in it, call the combat art on its own. I think they are right, to an extend..." Wulf trails off, thinking to himself as he spoke the last sentance. he wondered what caused the man to ask him something like this.
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sidercal · 3 years
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which type of love interest would you be in a dating sim?
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THE SWEETHEART WITH AN ENIGMATIC DARK PAST.
You’re always polite and kind with others. That makes people feel comfortable around you and many would consider you a close friend. However, you seldom feel connected with those around you. You feel like they don’t know you, the real you, and they never will because you’ll never allow them. It takes a great amount of time and trust for you to show yourself as you truly are, because you repress most of your feelings and desires, and mask them with a calm and collected personality. It just seems easier that way, safer. But remember that if you bottle everything up, it will explode one day, maybe in ways you aren’t proud of.
tagged : @womanlives ( fanks ! )
tagging : @amelorates @riastracl @outsidelost @kusuriuriya @1396 @realitybleeds @rotnight​ + you!!
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1986omega · 3 years
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♡・゚: *    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄  !
List your fav characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people.
fate : hnngggg its a toss up but gilgamesh narrowly beats out EMIYA for me.  he’s a multifaceted character that a lot of people just dismiss as an asshole.  and like.  yeah he is.  but he’s not just an asshole for the sake of being an asshole, i feel as if characters who have horrid personalities out of necessity are really interesting to me.  (for non servants its probably waver)
final fantasy : zack fair...  puppy.  noctis is up there too
jujutsu kaisen: honestly this is always shifting just because everyone is just so interesting to dissect but.  gojo will always be the number one for me.  his relationship with the world itself, how his existence is an integral part of how everything and everyone functions is so very interesting to me.  plus his personality meshes perfectly with how i like to write.
dc comics: wally west wally west wally west wally west wally west dc refuses to let this man be happy and im FUMING over it
shin megami tensei : raidou kuzunoha xiv.  demon summoning detective dork in a cape...  how can you not love him?
devil may cry: nero, king, husband, local woman respecter
my hero academia: mirio togata the fandom doesn’t deserve you
naruto: shikamaru, my favourite misogynist <3 
one piece: three way tie between chopper, zoro and sanji though honestly i love everyone in tha crew
tokyo revengers: angry !!  and everyone loves mikey
tagged by @viivyre
tagging: @kusuriuriya @sakuraiden @kyrieleisen @ethaer @kitmitsu + anyone else im too tired 2 tag more hJKHBKJDHFGNBDKJ
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hizzashii · 3 years
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more prompts for your feels ☀️ accepting @kusuriuriya
“  what did they do to you?  ”
Oh, what had not been done? Yoriichi had rarely known peace--and the peace he did know had been so short and fleeting, shattered into bloodstains that had never ceased to haunt him. But that was never enough, was it? Each turn taken, even as Yoriichi tried so hard to protect others, to take no life that had been worth saving, there were always those who would not be satisfied, who would ask for more and more until eventually, he will have nothing left to give.
Yoriichi isn't certain which gave him away. He opts to not ask.
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"It is nothing I am unable to handle, please do not needlessly fret."
Handling it well, on the other hand...
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sorceriii · 3 years
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@kusuriuriya​ said: 19 and 20 for Kyu and Gojo OC questions // Accepting!
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19. List some of your muse’s favourites! (eg. food, movie, book, song, drink, place, celeb, etc.) Kyu: - Favorite Band: ABBA (She just likes old bands more than the music nowadays) - Favorite Food: Red Bean Mochi - Favorite Drink: Strawberry milk tea (With tapioca pearls!) - Favorite Animal: Ducks - Favorite Color: Red - Favorite Song: Wake me up before you Go-go (Wham!) Gojo: - Favorite Book: The Great Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald) - Favorite Drink: Coffee (10 sugars, half creamer) - Favorite Song: Good Old-fashioned Lover boy (Queen) - Favorite Food: Anything sweet - Favorite Color: Blue - Favorite Movie: (won’t tell anyone but-) A tie between Mama Mia or any Marvel Movie (He just likes both like the weirdo he is...)
20. This or that according to your muse: morning or evening? Marvel or DC? Mayonnaise or ketchup? Books or movies? Red or blue? Black or white? Halloween or Christmas? Kyu: morning or evening? Morning Marvel or DC? Marvel (her favorite hero is Dr. Strange!) Mayonnaise or ketchup? Mayochup Books or movies? Movies (she can barely read a book for more than 10 minutes and she hates it) Red or blue? Red! (Obviously) Black or white? White Halloween or Christmas? Halloween! Gojo: morning or evening? Evening Marvel or DC? Marvel (Scarlet witch for him!) Mayonnaise or ketchup? Mayochup Books or movies? Movies (same reason as Kyu- but specific books he can get LOST in...) Red or blue? Blue Black or white? Black Halloween or Christmas? Halloween!
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kesseiseki · 3 years
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“ you’ve got to get to know yourself. take off the disguise. “
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         𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆. 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆. 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆!   the words loud. 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛! it repeats, 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝘆𝗺𝗻. weapons at his throat, ready to exercise him. taken from who matters the most. his blood.   “   i am not pretending.   ”   he muttered, words muffled as he tried to ignore his voice, calling him for what he was. 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿. 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗲𝗻. 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗺, 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲. 𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲. hesitation settles, hands dropping to his lap as there’s a hum of static while he adjusts to hearing once again. it’s quiet now as he looked, careful and dark eyes watching the other before him. 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫.
                      “  if i am a curse, what are you?   ”    @kusuriuriya​ !!
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crownlcsking · 3 years
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“Boss Battle” OWO I love this meme sorry
send “Boss Battle” and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss | accepting
xxxtentacion : king
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A green fork of lightning burns in slowed-time streaking across the night sky. At the same time, a on certain dimming street corner. Yūya sat down on a hill of burning wreckage and looked on at the litter of bodies that surrounded them, and thought, one day he would have to go home. And one day he would have to make a home to go back to. He scatched the bridge of his nose and removed the glasses from atop his crown, jumping down, a street light burning out with each passing step taken forward. The snow-haired man turned his face to see the medicine seller and brought a lighter against his lips. The young man cocked his head onto one side, and then spoke in a voice like two stones being struck, ❝ from this moment going forward, it'll be just you and me. I'll be with you until the very end. don't go dying on me now. ❞
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muriokusho · 3 years
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@kusuriuriya​ : With that attitude you would never get married
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I will just see both the husband and the wife. Problem solved.
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mamaterasu · 3 years
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@kusuriuriya  offered:  Bends down on his knees and extends a hand out towards her, beckoning to her gently.
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she pauses this time,  eyes pearly and narrow, gleaming at him a little while longer. beyond him there is more than what mere words could describe, something not so frightful but inquisitive. it is good to be curious, she thought. good to yearn for answers, to discover and feel. surely he can see her just as she can see him. clear as day; blanketed and warm, flowing between the sky and the rivers. he smells old, perhaps ancient? not as ancient as she but … close.  maybe he too can reach those places that are so vast and so near, they can barely be comprehended. 
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 the white wolf slowly walks beside him, snout turned upright so she might sniff him proper. a natural instinct that comes when carrying this body. she walks and the grass turns greener, the colour of the trees burgeons into an even brighten hue, everything sings. brushing his hand, she tilts her head again so she can gaze up at him i know, spoke the wind through the long reeds, and if he were to look a little closer lupine lips would curl at their corners into a gentle smile. 
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