#miimpii

[demonsfate]

@miimpii ASKED ... " what were you expecting to happen?" [ surprise surprise, maybe DJ to Ryo? ]

Many people around the globe theorized on his MOTIVES. Some people were far off; believing his lies that the war was to benefit the world & ensure the survival of humanity. Whilst others were close... nobody has been able to figure it out with a faultless accuracy.

The Devil didn't understand people's obsession with trying to find an answer. Maybe somehow, it'll soothe their suffering, if they knew the purpose ? But he no longer saw why it mattered. Especially seeing it's a war he won't ever win.

Ryo seemed to like Jin. & by his feelings that were trying to cloud his hatred, he could tell that Jin liked her, too. So he's curious, to see if she was simply asking to hear it from his own voice, or if she truly didn't know the answer to her question.

❝ ... What do you think I was expecting ? ❞

#miimpii #🔥 - ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ʜᴀᴢᴇ // (ic) #// he's a simple devil who doesn't want much but also wants so much at the same time

[unfinishedjulyrain]

[ I give you 🍒 🍒 + my URL and teslagravity :3 ]

the cherry positivity・❥・@miimpii

Okay, so this one is for you first. I am honestly so grateful you are so creative and have so many ideas, it makes plotting and planning - and writing! - so much easier. I adore Ryo, she has so many sides to her! I just mention her because she's best girl but of course I love all your muses, too! You put a lot of thoughts and consideration towards your partners and interactions, that's worth so much I think!

And for @teslagravity - my first thought was/is: you're a really cool person! What I remember from Lars is what I see in your writing but you not only write him as he would act in the game, you take it a step further, honestly I think you could just take over for the game developers and just write his lines and story.

#miimpii #teslagravity #( * ooc; letters answered )

[devilgene]

@miimpii​​ asked; 00, 01, 19, 20, 21 [ have fun with these 😘 ]

►  ❪  ARCANA  ❫

00.  the fool  :  what are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings ? does it frighten them or  excite them ?

Once upon a time, a young boy had the rug unceremoniously pulled out from under him. In one fell swoop, life had taken two of his most cherished people, lost to him forever. Or rather not life, but the monster that had always been lurking there. The one behind the intimidating aura and boisterous laughs and sullen glares, wearing the mask of his father as what was meant to be a protector had shown its true face. It doesn’t matter how he survived. As he hauled himself out of that god forsaken ravine, blood and scraps and choked breaths, resolving to bide his time until he gained power, he knew now that what was waiting for him in that house was terrifying.

Once upon a time, a young man stands victorious on a breezy cliff side. The world was bright and his for the taking. A fog had finally lifted, cast into the dismal ravine below and dispelling the impossible might of his father hovering over him. He could do nothing but smile at all the possibilities that awaited him. Everything is going right. He doesn’t know if his body is shaking from relieved excitement or the punishing blows it weathered. It doesn’t matter. His life could finally start.

Once upon a time, everything he could ever want sat in the palm of a tycoon’s hand. To defy him was unthinkable, and those who would not bend the knee could look forward to it being shattered. He will say he fears nothing. It’s a belief he holds steadfast when it is he who should be feared, but there’s no quite finding the words for the intrigue that grips him and refuses to let go once he meets her. Despite the slightest change in his life’s trajectory, he’s sure it doesn’t matter. Even it’s the beginning of a mystery that could be worth unravelling, it will fade.

Once upon a time, a battered, defeated warrior wakes up to the darkness. It cannot be fear that seizes him, for it is an emotion that has no place within his body. It takes time to remember who he is, what he is. He’s a man with nothing to his name, all of it stolen away by that man who he had the misfortune of sharing a bloodline with. It doesn’t matter what he must subject himself to. He will start at the bottom and claw his way back up the daunting mountain, taking back everything that was his.

Once upon a time, a weary son stands on a searing plateau, the flames of the volcano reflected in his eyes. He is triumphant, yet more tired than he has ever been in his life. It means everything. It means nothing. It will all be different. It doesn’t change anything. It’s over hopefully he hopes and hopes and nearly prays but god has never given him the time of day why start now? but the victory lost the lustre it once had, the hopeful shine in his eyes stripped away for something much colder, harder. A fight is about who’s left standing. Nothing else. A chapter on his life closes, and as the next reveals itself Kazuya ignores the turbulent mess inside him. It doesn’t matter.

01.  the magician  :  how does your muse feel about fate ? do they believe they can change their own destiny ?

Kazuya spurns it. The idea that he dances on the strings of some unseen power to its every wish is insulting. Believing in that is for the weak who don’t know what they want, have no direction, or seek some scapegoat to bemoan and blame their failures on. Meaningless buzzwords such as fate and destiny have no place in the empire he seeks to build. It doesn’t belong in his lexicon in the face of everything he’s worked, sweat, and bled for. He walks his own path. His future is for him to forge and him alone.

Even if fate did exist in some respects, and if it is not on his side, then he will twist it to his whims until it suits his desires.

19.  the sun  :  in general, how optimistic is your muse ? does your muse appreciate the small things in life ?

He’s a pessimist. His has big plans, no time to be wasting it on mundane nonsense of everyday life. He knows at any time, life can come crashing down around him and he must have all safeguards in place to prevent that from ever happening again.

20.  judgement  :  is your muse forgiving of themselves ? how about of others who wrong them ?

In his mind, there is nothing to forgive for himself because he is justified in every action he deems to take. Minor annoyances and roadblocks have leeway depending on his mood, though knowing he often has many avenues to bring about someone’s downfall certainly helps confidently manoeuvring through issues.

However, it’s pretty obvious he is not the forgiving type. The man is infamous for holding grudges. If someone legitimately wrongs Kazuya there’s a slim to none chance that they will ever earn his forgiveness. If they have something unique to offer and can still prove their worth perhaps he can get some use out of them for his own ends, but they’ll never be in his supposed ‘good graces’, always a wrong step out of line from risking his wrath.

21.  the world  : is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish ? what will they do when they complete that goal ? 

answered here !

#miimpii #➥ options. ┊ answered. #➥ profile. ┊ hc meta. #( when you write an ask and it turns into a drabble )

[bclasaeg]

//  “ Ah, hey. You finally came in-- Jesus I thought you were going to start at 11 so I held off my lunch break. Here’s the CD you were looking for. I found it at a thrifter down the street. ”

@miimpii​ | ‘ jirou ‘

#miimpii #—《 oedipus & sister complex 》 “ jirou ” ⁽ ᶦᶜ ⁾ — #(( after t w o mi ll i on years

[hikayat]

continued from here // for: @miimpii​

“Ah. Sorry if I picked on a nerve” Truthfully, Hiro has known Suzume well enough that he noticed the bitterness in her voice that he could not help himself but to smirk at what he had successfully induced from the girl. “Not everyone likes being compared, being grouped with some other people. Especially someone like you” It has always been human’s will to be an individual of their own, oddly enough.

 “Yeouch, don’t be so harsh on your words Suzume. Just like you... these onis don’t appreciate it when you call them an idiot or barbaric” Kijo, the oni in question that possess form of intelligent began to growl in retaliation, “You’ll be liable for your own words if this Kijo attacks you out of the blue” The swinging of club was indicative enough that the oni would hurt her. 

#miimpii #( written: matsuda hiro ) #( queued post )

[unfinishedjulyrainarchive]

🐹 [ ur a cute little chinchilla, that's all you need to know ]

how intimidating am I ? | status: open | @miimpii

🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

♡ *sobs* Thank you. I know I am as slow as a snail but if you still think of me that way, I can relax a little ;a; Maybe it sometimes comes across as intimidating because I'm barely here and then you see me just responding to some things but I swear I am working on things in the bg, I really need to focus on lowering my drafts instead of panicking and reblogging more memes hsjdhsd

#miimpii #( * ooc ) #( * answered )

[icecoldwilliams]

What are your thoughts on Lars' lapdog, Koji? Is he still a pain in your neck?

Given how her meetings with the rebel lapdog were brief and few, the name took a minute to ring a bell. And even then her apathy remained unchanged. ❝ Koji... The rule breaker. Last I heard he was one of the soldiers involved with the coup. ❞

One of the many traitors whose corpses were never found, the blonde could only surmise somehow he made it out alive and was stuck running errands for Alexandersson himself. Likely kept on a leash with his apparent tendency towards reckless behavior.

That upheaval took place a little over a year ago now. Truthfully it's difficult to consider the cub among the number of thorns in her side when they've rarely met face to face. Compared to a certain brunette, boxer or the elder Mishima now rotting away somewhere within the nine layers of hell, the boy with all of his potential was as irritating as a breath of fresh air.

Fortunately the assassin didn't believe in jinxes.

#⁺˚*𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑜 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹.*˚⁺ - Answers #|| we love love l o v e simba in this house but nina doesn't pay rent 😔 #miimpii

[ichoriism]

adapted from x : @miimpii​ has answered to the  c a l l muse a is a infamous criminal and muse b is a FBI agent hero. muse a has been helping muse b take out their competition.

   Jean glared at the criminal, blood trailing down the corner of his lips to his chin. It was split and he already sported a bruise on his cheek too. Regardless, he was too stubborn to budge specially when it came to the other. It would always be like this, a confrontation and words exchanged with zero to no agreements reached. 

   Jean’s mask had already being destroyed but he had no reason to be afraid of his identity being revealed. Now he just needed to collect a sample of blood and it would be game over for the night. ❛ Who told you I wanted your help to take them out? ❜ his eyebrows furrowed. Jean was finally part of the top 20 of pro heroes in East Asia, a feat in itself, but that hadn’t been a clean and natural progression of his hard work.

   Jean had had his suspicions about the order in which heroes were falling into a coma or worse. He had no proof, but there’s no doubt. ❛ Why are you doing this? To prove to the public you are better than the heroes who have sworn to protect them? ❜  

#● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒 ● ᴛᴀɴɢsᴀᴋʏᴜᴇɴ ɴᴀᴛᴀᴄʜᴀɪ #● → 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂? ← ● #miimpii #{ ' thx for the like! if this doesn't work let me know what can be fixed :3 }

[quartarcade]

@miimpii​ sent:

30 [ gimme for maybe our Tekken OCs Rio/Koji ]

Spotify Wrapped-themed starters | Accepting!

Rio hated sounding so insecure, so defeated. Why the hell should she when she has the technological skill and the resources to be as successful as her adoptive father? Perhaps it was the feeling of expectations that she’s conjured up in her head over the years, the absence of Mr. Lee not only from his own work but probably not knowing how to be there. The shadow she feels like she’s constantly in, the lack of identity from constantly trying to get others’ approval.

Now that was something she really didn’t want to unpack right now, and out of her own reclusive denying stubborn nature, used the excuse that she was young. Easy to make small mistakes when she would be in a position where said small mistakes could botch the whole task at hand. And what comes with mistakes, is disappointment, letting down everyone around her. All that hard work: gone in an instant.

“I know I’d disappoint somehow.” Rio admitted with a sigh, looking up at the ceiling decorated with fluorescent lights of the company building. Her tired tone was hiding behind a matter-of-fact façade.

The Comfort in A Laugh Track Roar

#miimpii #IMMEDIATELY we get an angst one owch fdsgfdhgfh #🐁 technologic freak | rio

[demonsfate]

200 PROMPTS // ACCEPTING // @miimpii SENT ... ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ [ listen what if it was a dream with Jin, DJ and Ryo bb? 👀 ]

How many times had he tried to stop these nightmares ? To escape them ? Countless. & he failed every time. What's worse was that they always felt so real to him. Maybe this was real ? No, no - the Devil couldn't take on a separate form. This had to be within their head. But maybe his strength has grown ? No, no, no. Yet, maybe...

Ryo's words did nothing to soothe him. His dark eyes bounced around his skull - he acknowledged the Devil's presence; despite their hatred for each other, they were also so very close. The two could sense each other, their presence, & their feelings. This was both a good & a bad thing. As they both can use it as an advantage toward each other.

❝ He's close, ❞ Jin whispered to her. ❝ He's close. We have to - no... you have to get away. I can't risk him finding you. ❞

❝ She's holding you back, Jin. ❞

The voice immediately caused him to freeze. It was just like his own, but had that sinister distortion to it. Again, he passed frantic glances - but saw nothing. That flying bastard.

❝ Ryo, you have to leave. ❞

#miimpii #🔥 - ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ʜᴀᴢᴇ // (ic) #👿 - ᴡᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴡᴀʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ғɪᴇʀʏ ʙʟᴀᴢᴇ // (ic) #✏️ - ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ? // (inbox) #// off to dreamland we go uvu

[unfinishedjulyrain]

“is this okay?” [ Tekken verse Ryo/Gin, with her patching him up and holds his hands? ]

touch-starved prompts・❥・@miimpii ( closed ! )

"It stings but... I'll survive," Gin chuckled to conceal the pain but just a second later, he hissed - obviously at the alcohol being tapped on his wound, not at her. How could he ever growl or hiss at Ryo? Just imagining it sounded like a severe crime and anyone who would ever do so was going to have a conversation with Gin. Distracted, the male failed to realize his treatment was finished and instead, his hands were held rather gently, as if the other person feared he would break. She took care of him in every way and Gin could not think of a good way to repay her, nothing he would do could make up for her big heart. "It's... more than okay now," he smiled.

#miimpii #( * ic; letters answered ) #tekken verse: ryo & gin

[sweetestdumpling]

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?” [ from Koji bc boi can dish out some goodass snacks ]

{ Prompt }

"They're okay? Normally nothing to write home about you know. Why?"

Normally the condiments you eat with the nachos is what made them taste better than if they were alone. But simply nachos themselves? Xiaoyu didn't think much about them.

"You got something in mind?"

#miimpii #{ yes spoil her xDD }

[obciidian]

lean + tender [ haruto/hiroma let's go ]        ╱       source    ,    open    ,    @miimpii​​

      it  has  become  a  habit  to  spend  moments  of  solitude  on  the  rooftop  --  in  the  late  hours  of  the  nights  when  the  only  sounds  that  gush  through  the  city  are  the  buzzing  of  streetlights  and  an  occasional  car.  there  is  nothing  to  be  expected  in  such  an  hour,  in  the  darkness...  nothing  to  be  feared,  nothing  to  worry  about.  it  is  simply  existing  in  that  time  that  feels  so  liberating  and  as  if  he  could,  for  once,  be  set  free.  who  can  expect  anything  from  him,  when  he  sits  in  his  quietude  and  allows  the  cold  of  the  wind  to  embrace  him ?  

      although  this  solitude  did  not  last  long.  now  that  he  has  reunited  with  his  friend,  hiroma  does  not  have  to  spend  these  moments  with  his  own  thoughts  --  no  longer  do  they  cave  in  and  fill  his  mind  with  consuming  and  overwhelming  wrath.  desperation  cannot  be  felt,  for  even  in  these  moments  when  they  sit  in  silence,  simply  haruto’s  presence  on  its  own  is  sufficient  solace.  one  that  had  been  lacking,  deprived  of  his  heavy  chest.  

      it  makes  hiroma  wonder  if  he  had  ever  once  in  his  entire  life,  felt  this  calm ?  it  seems  to  him  that  he  might  have  never  been  able  to  feel  so  whole  inside,  and  not  a  word  needs  to  be  spoken  to  feel  that  he  is  understood.  moreover,  accepted  for  whom  he  is  truly  on  the  inside.  through  the  flaws  and  the  storms  in  his  soul,  nothing  quivers  in  haruto  as  he  stands  sturdy  and  poised  in  the  position  set  for  himself  ;  it  is  a  matter  of  loyalty  perhaps,  or  so  he  would  assume,  that  causes  them  to  sit  together  in  soundlessness  despite  all  they  have  been  through.

      for  a  moment,  there  is  an  erratic  pace  of  his  heart  --  almost  as  if  this  contact  has  come  to  his  surprise.  but  it  is  the  warmth  which  pools  in  his  abdomen  that  begins  spreading  the  predilection.  dotion,  perhaps,  fills  his  heart.  he,  of  course,  does  not  speak  a  word  about  it.  it  is  simply  easier  to  let  his  friend  rest  against  him,  feel  the  warmth  of  his  body  contrasting  the  cold  of  the  wind  and  wonder  how  come  he  hadn’t  forsaken  him  yet,  even  when  he  wasn’t  the  greatest  friend  for  many  years ?  such  thoughts  are  certainly  ineffectual  and  senseless  --  there  is  no  comprehensible  answer  to  them  therefore,  no  use  in  pondering  endlessly.  but  hiroma  likes  to  thinks  of  his  friend  this  fondly,  without  even  realizing  of  the  smile  that  stretches  across  his  lips  upon  the  notion.  upon  the  feeling  of  their  fingers  laced  together  in  this  placating  silence.

      just  him,  and  his  good  friend.  or  so,  along  the  lines,  he  supposes.  perhaps  more...  but  not  now.  for  now,  they  sit  and  observe  the  city  underneath  them  through  all  the  distant  lights  and  rustling  of  leaves.  

#❪ askbox. ❫ #❪ prompts. ❫ #❪ ahm. ❫ interactions. #❪ ahm & aht. ❫ i told you of the darkness inside of my soul yet you still look at me like i’m the sun. #miimpii #okaayyy let's gooo

[hikayat]

💭 [ Hiro and Seiji? ]

Send 💭 to see one of my muse’s earliest memories or a flashback to a pivotal moment in their life! — @miimpii

Run now! Everyone! Please run out of the compound now!

Hiro remembers he doesn't dream that night hence the slightest bit of noise was enough to snap him out of his slumber but looking back... it was not the voice that was screaming that woke him up...

It was the smell of woods burning that lured him out of his sleep

As soon as he opened his eyes, his butler barged in to gather him into his strong arms — dashing down a flight of stairs and the yukata did not one bit hinder the old man's lean legs.

Of course, six years old Hiro was so confused about what was happening but the sight of the Matsuda's mansion falling apart —  engulfed by bright flames was enough sign to let him know that everything that he known and loved came crumbling down.

It doesn't matter if his house becomes one with ashes tonight as long as...

"Where is the Madame? Is she with the Boss?"

"We found her with the boss! But..." The remaining butlers look at each other with worried glazing their features eventually those looks were cast on young Hiro's face.

Right, they found her next to his father with a dagger left behind in her body and his father was burned to crisp baring the head of Matsuda with no dignity at all.

Perhaps, if anything pivotal about these memories... is that Hiro would have never thought he would be a young boy helping the butlers to cremate his parents' bodies, picking bones by himself and oddly enough... these people who helped him after that vanished after the ceremony was done.

As if... Someone was wiping the Matsuda clean only to leave one heir behind.

"Who would have thought that my seed has become a full-grown adult?" The first time Seiji locked his eyes with the one who was supposed to be his father, the former priest shivered.

"Who would have thought that woman brought him away into the forest, hiding him away from me, hiding him away from the civilization only for her to backtrack on her steps as she was scared of the monster she birthed from her own womb... Humans are truly the weakest among all the beings that walked on this earth" Zenitsu chuckled to himself prior to taking his wine a sip.

"To think that Hanesawa took you in to become a priest but you return the favour to them by having rebellious ideas and drunk all the time" Again he laughed but this time heartily, "Truly you are my son... Rebelling against the wills of Gods always"

"Join me on the throne, Seiji, throw away that meaningless family name and find your own... Come and be my son"

#miimpii #( answer: matsuda hiro ) #( answer: amakusa seiji )

[unfinishedjulyrainarchive]

“ what’s it like over there? “ [ Ryo/Gin ]

old meme ♡ @miimpii

"Not that great, believe me." Mainly because Ryo had not been with him but still, Gin felt too shy to admit it. Even without saying so out loud, his cheeks were suddenly colored in a slight blush. "Next time I take you with me, though. It's more fun with you anyway. Sorry I've been away for so long, leaving you unprotected."

#miimpii #( * answered ) #( * ryo & gin )

[icecoldwilliams]

❝ so, how old are you really ? ❞ [ listen Koji asking the real question ]

𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 | (𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈)   ✲・*:･ﾟ✲･ﾟ:*  ˚ₓ  

As expected, the young rebel was as irritatingly brave as ever. Letting such a rude but familiar question escape past his lips in front of the fatal women he once bothered was one thing. Doing so now, with her addition of fangs and those faintly luminescent eyes that were akin to staring into a cold hypnotic oblivion however?

Sometimes she truly questioned if he had a death wish.

Fortunately for him, he lacked a hit on his dimwitted head, and his blood reeked of mundane flavorless swill. Nothing worth putting extra effort into.. acquiring.

Instead of snatching the boy's life, the vampiress merely gave him a subtle tilt of her head, and an equally subtle shrug of her shoulders. ❝Take a guess.❞

He didn't know when they worked under the same roof, seems he still didn't know now. Looks like for once they had something in common. – If there's anything she's grown accustomed to in the past few years, it's people mistaking her age. The next.. oh.. eternity should be a piece of cake.

#⁺˚*𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝑜 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹.*˚⁺ - Answers #⁺˚*𝒞𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹𝑒𝒹*˚⁺ - 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 #|| listen - queen didn't know then queen don't know now lol #miimpii