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            I’m a F I G H T E R      I’ll die not on my knees but standing tall

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THEY ARE COMING....

Oh theres a meme.. furry dear. Consider this: my urlurlurlurl

  Honestly. What should I consider? First you’re calling me a filthy potty furry, now I’m a dear furry? Only you, Gri. How can I be Piss without my pile of Shit? Your many handles…which url shall I talk about as I go on with this sappy reminiscence of how we began writing together?  Yamashinas was the beginning, certainly. Affiliated life was fun, but really my enjoyment always came from yamashinas and scatterinthewind. I have a lot of praise for any whom I write with, but���you’re a truly odd one. Your obscure muse choices always kept me glued. Something about having a muse that so few know gives you some sort of talent for adapting to various tones and characters.  Where would we be if not for our crossovers? We’ve had this discussion time and again. Really, who needs castmates when I can have interactions like ours? I honestly don’t care how much we begin, how much we abandon. The journey itself has been an enjoyable one. I’m glad my Okami!Issun got the chance to nag at Yamashina and befriend Akagi within Citta’s walls.  Looking back, it’s interesting how much fun we had, but even more opportunities are opening as you’ve picked up Kaiji, and I a new iteration of Issun-boshi. More…modern things and flexibility than we already were fortunate to strive for. Heck, even if we don’t really do things with Chacha she’s still a large part of our growth as partners.  Your work with your new muses, too, is very inspiring, I’ll say. You have entered a hell I am very familiar with myself–icon hell for six whole characters. Whether this is dedication or obsession, at least I can say we are…passionate about what we do. I can’t wait to see the madness we conjure between Karauri and Nasubi and the sextuplets, as well as our apparent gambler family. It doesn’t really matter what series your muses are from, they’re all a family in the vast realm of Hell.   As your partner, it’s most joyous to subject you to this turmoil. We’ll see who breaks, shall we?

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P R O M O P R O M O P R O  M O

graphic by this sweetpee

 “ Not for the sake of crying We weren't born for that Not for the sake of losing No way we were born for that No way we were born for that “

semiselective? || multiverse || crossover friendly || trash 

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As his face kisses the ground Kaiji’s growling and sniveling. He really tried to explain it but by the time he was free to speak they were already dragging him outside. At that point words don’t really matter - they probably thought Kaiji had just gotten scared and was trying to retreat... 

Kaiji clenches his jaw forcing himself up. It hurts, it hurts... His pride and body are twisting doubling each other. No matter how many times he goes through something similar it’s always the same. 

This time however... He wipes his face and nose into his jackets an pierces the most furious glare at the company that was forced on him. Never mind the inane complaints. This guy’s way past getting on his nerves he has made him absolutely infuriated. 

“ RRRRRRR !!! “

“ This is YOUR fault ASSHOLE!! “

ざわShits Contentedly In a Tree (er!out) ざわ

  A challenge, was it? The pair had picked the wrong place to make a scene. The endeavors of the gambler unheeded in the encroachment of the act. The true offender’s embrace tightens stubbornly in turn, as the guard’s first move is evident. Good, they were peeling the lush from his waist.    In his weakened state, however, the infamous Issun-boshi was no match, not even for one. Meeting indignantly the scarred male’s glare, the free demon begins to secure Kaiji. The struggle of the two hell raisers was fruitless, as great attentions were taken to Kaiji’s strength. The public bore into the efforts of reinforcements, feasting on the no doubt entertaining if not disturbing image of two grown men thrashing against authority.   In the end, their struggles were to no avail; outnumbered as they were, it was inevitable for the end result. Together thrown and discarded from the bar like nothing more than rotten trash bags, Issun-boshi wasted no time in releasing a pathetic complaint: “They weren’t even wearing clothes! Too many horny people in there…”

  “The badgers are riiiiinging, see?”

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HATCHET AIN’T NOTHING ON MY SUFFERING YOU DICKWEED

jUST KICKS YOU WITHOUT EVEN LOOKING WHERE IT LANDS

 jUST CHUCKS A HATCHET AT YOU WITHOUT EVEN LOOKING WHERE IT LANDS

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DICK & BUTT

  “That’s right, you’re in Hell, and you’re here for eternity! Keep crying like that and you’ll need all of these tissues!”

“Let’s tie him up, let’s tie him up! We get to play torturers, yay!”

ざわ。。。 ざわ。。。

“ W--- NO WAY!!! THAT’S JUST TOO MUCH I---   IT WASN’T MY FAULT!!! IT WAS THE GEEZER!! “

“ THAT’S RIGHT... IF IT WASN’T FOR THE OLD GEEZER.... !! IT’S HIM YOU SHOULD TIE UP!! HIM AND NOT ME!! “

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ASS & HOLE

  “Ch-ch-ch-choke the chicken! Fap Fighters! Ch-ch-ch-choke the chicken! ”

  “–Meat with Mother Thumb and her four daughters!”

“  What the hell?! WHAT THE HELL??!!”

“ wHAT THE HELL?!! “

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>>> Scotties tissues for reasons Kaiji would cry about

“ THAT’S NOT AN AMAZING BOX...... “

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1. what they smell like: he can smell decent even good if he has access to showers bc he likes being clean, however with what being homeless he smells like a stray dog that smokes and drinks beer ... also sweat and other filth 2. how they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): on his back or on his side (crying), he goes to sleep pretty late . Drools and talks in his sleep a lot. Tosses around when he has nightmares and may even kick or drop from bed (tho he usually wakes up if he does) 3. what music they enjoy: punk rock and other similar genres? 4. how much time they spend getting ready every morning: uhh depends on the day but he doesn’t really have anything to get ready for if he’s not on a gamble 5. their favorite thing to collect: car emblems .... looks at kaiji.... sighs 6. left or right-handed: right-handed? i t...hink? yeah 7. religion (if any):  to hell with gods 9. favorite touristy thing to do when traveling: drink beer probably, gamble 10. favorite kind of weather: sunny and warm but not too bright, hates rain  11. a weird / obscure fear they have: LOUD SOUNDS NEAR TO HIS EARS 12. the carnival / arcade game they always win without fail: …....there’s no such thing probably, he loses and cries a lot, unless it’s teiai set up or whatever

let's do a weird headcanon thing.

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GRI I LOVE YOU BUT THIS IS PRECISELY WHY I HAVE TO KILL YOU

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ahhh sad to see the group go... I’m afraid I can’t help with the modding part mostly bc *sweats loudly*  but yeah! anyway... it was fun while it lasted and I will definitely rejoin if any of you guys get it running though!! This’ll be indie in the meanwhile! See ya later if everything goes well?

That said I’ll welcome any of you if you want to thread and all that, feel free to ...follow/unfollow, goes without saying haha ;;

thanks for mods and you other memebers too, this was lots of fun really!! immm mostly just in twitter ( @ grithegrit) so...yeah... that’s all i think...!

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As the face dugs onto his rump Kaiji twitches grasping the wall as not to stumble on the floor again. How dare he look so comfy stuffing his nose between the buttocks, Kaiji glares daggers on the drunkard. He hears the oni’s talking but the focus slips like the slob hanging onto him did while ago. The attempt of tearing him off again and communicating with the onlookers proves to be rather harsh task.

“ HAAAAAAA?! “

He’s not too sure what they said actually but in the end it ends up having no importance as the agitated snap is the only sound he can make. 

Cheeks flush at the  both embarrassment of the unintended display and the sheer force he has to put in order to just stand. So the best he can do is to shoot a defiant glare - the kind that’s makes it seems like he’s ready to fight. 

ざわShits Contentedly In a Tree (er!out) ざわ

   — H a z e,                  the very murk envisioned it; slap, smack, crack!   Skin and bone crumples to the floor like a heavy sack of flour, the rims of Issun-boshi’s eyes weeping salt as again he stumbled to his two left feet, staggering and seeking the support he’d lost. Instead he’d ridden down, down…   Much it would take to awaken from this dream. Myth had it that if one did not wake before falling within a dream, they were already dead. Such a concept was no different for the drunken minion, as this time he had fallen oafishly below the stranger’s lower back. Taking along with him yet more ceramic just unfortunate enough to be within arm’s length.

  “Hhhhhhhhh—!!”   In attempts to find balance within his corrupted corporeal senses, his limbs more like phantoms swathed the agitated one once more. A persistent one, clueless as to his totter within the posterior of another. Hulking, burly devils glared at the absurdity of it all, popping knuckles billowing an imitation aura that nearly complimented the ruthless Hozuki’s own.   “The nerve of Issun-boshi to show his face around here. It’s no surprise the type of company he keeps…” The first bara muses, his very exhale reeking of rot. His partner, mutually repulsed by the sight, provides him moral support as he speaks clearly his warning. “You better take your boyfriend home, lady. He’s already cut off for the rest of his sentence.” 

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nohral:

     He scoffs. Might he even laugh had it not been in such bad taste if one were to consider their current location.

     “Heh…have you nothing better to ask?” 

     He has nothing to offer in topics that breed pointless discussions, rather he has done enough in gracing the man’s dimwitted question with a response at the bare minimal. Granted, the Nohrian prince was aware of the unnatural paradoxes of the realm, and it may be true that countess people carried naught an idea of the Dark Kingdom from which he was borne, let alone his royal garb, however explaining his origins would amount to nothing but an utter waste of time.

     “I will take my leave if that is all there is for you to say.”

“Huh? “

Grimace draws on Kaiji’s face as he twitches from his thoughts to hear the response. He doesn’t care for the way this guy talks nor that scoff he makes. Acting like he’s somehow better....! No way he’ll let the guy like that, his pride won’t allow it!  . 

“ The hell?! There’s no need for that attitude!! “ Jaw glenches, it’s unreasonable really!! It was just a slip up anyway... 

“ Anyway I wouldn’t ask anything like that from someone who probably doesn’t do anymore than I do! “

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There has to be a limit to this really. Stuck there looking like she has never seen another human being before! He’s kind of used to being given looks but they at least know when to divert their eyes. 

Kaiji shoots furious glare accompanying it with the hitching of his teeth. As no reaction seems to follow immediately he adds a simple question, in a sharp impatient tone:

“ You need something?! “

ii. tfw no more memes to title this with [ kaiji ]

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Ah, now this was someone she’d never met before. Just as she was pondering on those she had met, the girl had run into someone unrecognizable. Oh, but she wouldn’t forget that scar on his face, oh no. She couldn’t help but stare, mouth agape, no words escaping.

It distracted her, after all. How did he get a scar that big? On his face, at that?

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"What the HELL was that sound..?!"

MEME - not  accepting

     There was nervousness evident in the other’s voice and body language. This was a common sort of thing when it came to most people getting involved with the man known as Kusuriuri to most.

     The Medicine Vendor would only continue his actions as calmly as before. His eyes didn’t avert from the bowl within his hand, not bothering to inspect the possibilities of what created such peculiar noise. In fact, he was tempted to even hum to act as if he simply ignoring the other.

     Only when he was barraged with continuous prompting for answers for the source of the sound or why he was ‘so damn calm’, the immortal being would give his answer. Eyes narrowed and the slightest of grins cracking, he might as well make this fun.

❈“ This is a rather old house… isn’t it? ”      He asked rhetorically. Scratch scratch scratch. Nails raking upon the wooden beams that supported the aged structure. Kusuriuri could see it from the corner of his eyes, a small demon, hideous, hairy with limbs like a monkey but a face like a goat. Wasn’t it one of those kind of demons that were born from human babies? Orange eyes stared down at the two intruders, seeing one man’s face and the back of the head of the other.

❈“ I advise for you to not look up and behind you. ”

❈ “ Who knows… you might look like its mother… ”