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🂱 ♥ 𝕶uroo grins as Dyuu pours him a glass. “I won’t tell a soul.” He’ll keep his word -- of that Dyuuku can be sure. He doesn’t answer to Aguni or Hatter. He doesn’t owe them a damned thing. Kuroo has many secrets.. too many. What’s one more skeleton when he’s already got a closet full of them?

He props his gun against the counter and reaches for the glass. “My hand got tired.” Kuroo takes the jab in stride, with a twisted smirk and a lewd gesture of his hand as he leans onto the counter. It doesn’t reach his eyes, however, and he takes a sip of liquor to chase the burn of what could be guilt or shame rising at the back of his throat. Too many secrets. He wonders just how much Dyuuku knows. Kuroo’s got a good poker face, he just prays Dyuuku isn’t a gambling man.

“What, am I interrupting your date with that bottle, there?” He points with a long tattooed finger as Dyuuku takes another stip straight from the bottle. There’s a brief pause as Kuroo regards the other man from across the counter.

He's keen enough to see that Dyuuku is not like the others at the Beach, and certainly not like the militants. He's bold enough to stand in front of a weapon and tell him 'no.' Kuroo respects that. It intrigues him.

Kuroo sighs. The militant facade fades away as he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “I was looking for you, actually.”

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🂱 ♥ 𝕴t was a word he rarely ever heard – whether here at the Beach or back in the other word, there are very few people bold enough to tell Kuroo Tetsurou ‘No.’ The ones who did usually paid for it. But Dyuuku says it with such confidence, even stepping closer to a fully loaded weapon in defiance. A power play.. A challenge. Oh, how Kuroo loves a challenge.

Kuroo takes a step even closer in response and the grin instantly vanishes from his face. Dyuuku is just slightly taller than him, something Kuroo isn’t exactly used to. He often uses his height to his advantage, much to Niragi’s chagrin. But it makes no difference to him either way. It just makes things more interesting.

“I could..” Kuroo says, matter-of-factly. He doesn’t raise his weapon – he doesn’t have to. Hazel eyes burn into Dyuuku’s. A long silence stretches between them until the tension so thick Kuroo could slice through it with his blade like warm butter.

Then a smirk twists at his lips and his low laugh fractures through the thick air. “But no, that’s not really my style.” He leans back to glance down at the bottle in Dyuuku’s hand, tapping the glass with his gun. “You’re really not gonna share that, huh?” Kuroo clicks his tongue and exhales through his teeth.

He meets Dyukuu’s gaze once more, his expression neutral. “This isn’t the first time I’ve seen you sneak off to drink alone.. You lookin’ for something at the bottom of that bottle?” He tilts his head, gauging Dyuuku with curious eyes.

          ﹥*:  ♤  :*+ﾟ He figures this is when shit hits the fan. The militans versus the casuals. This is the first of many showdowns, maybe, and Dyuu braces himself for it. It will get messy — could even start an all out war, something he does not want to see happen.

            The silence is deafening. Makes his ears ring. Maybe it’s the liquor. He is a little drunk after all — enough to feel light on his feet. They stare into each other’s eyes, pupils bloated with the lack of light but for the yellowed bulb above the industrial stove — dips his features in the dark like the waxing moon. He dares him to shoot — and the other seems to dare him to try to stop him… until the weapon is lowered and Dyuu relaxes in sync with it.

            ❝No?❞ He’s surprised. It’s difficult separating them all from the likes of Niragi. But he needs to remember they’re not all trigger happy. Maybe some of them have a head on their shoulders. Aguni seems to. Hopefully this one is one of them. When he asks about sharing, he remains quiet a while longer before he is exposed. Fuck. He didn’t think anyone had seen him come in here until now. His eyes narrow a moment, brows dipping, before his shoulders slump. ❝Mm. Guilty as charged❞, he announces. Sighs. Yeah, he’s looking for something he can never find. ❝Fine.❞

           Before the other can add anything, he’s reaching for a glass hanging from the rack and fills it up with liquor, sliding it across the counter to him. ❝This stays between you and me.❞  He slumps against the counter, taking a swing from the bottle itself. ❝I thought you all held each other’s dicks and stuck together. What brings you here?❞

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🂱 ♥ 𝕴t was a word he rarely ever heard -- whether here at the Beach or back in the other word, there are very few people bold enough to tell Kuroo Tetsurou ‘No.’ The ones who did usually paid for it. But Dyuuku says it with such confidence, even stepping closer to a fully loaded weapon in defiance. A power play.. A challenge. Oh, how Kuroo loves a challenge.

Kuroo takes a step even closer in response and the grin instantly vanishes from his face. Dyuuku is just slightly taller than him, something Kuroo isn’t exactly used to. He often uses his height to his advantage, much to Niragi’s chagrin. But it makes no difference to him either way. It just makes things more interesting.

“I could..” Kuroo says, matter-of-factly. He doesn’t raise his weapon -- he doesn’t have to. Hazel eyes burn into Dyuuku’s. A long silence stretches between them until the tension so thick Kuroo could slice through it with his blade like warm butter.

Then a smirk twists at his lips and his low laugh fractures through the thick air. “But no, that’s not really my style.” He leans back to glance down at the bottle in Dyuuku’s hand, tapping the glass with his gun. “You’re really not gonna share that, huh?” Kuroo clicks his tongue and exhales through his teeth.

He meets Dyukuu’s gaze once more, his expression neutral. “This isn’t the first time I’ve seen you sneak off to drink alone.. You lookin’ for something at the bottom of that bottle?” He tilts his head, gauging Dyuuku with curious eyes.

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🂱 ♥ 𝕬s a rockstar in bed with the Yakuza back in the other world, Kuroo fits the mould of a militant perfectly. Covered in tattoos and more than comfortable wielding a gun - or a dagger, his personal favourite - he is an intimidating presence that attracts the worst of the worst. He welcomes it; unafraid to spill a little blood if necessary, but Kuroo’s strength isn’t in his gun or his blade – it’s in his mind. He can effortlessly seduce, manipulate, betray – kill – to get what he wants, all without ever touching his weapons. The beast that lurks in the shadows while Niragi pounces on sight, he plays his part beautifully – but that’s all it is to him; a game. A means to an end.

As the night winds down, Kuroo has grown tired of the party. Babysitting Niragi is a full-time job that he didn’t sign up for. He’s looking for an escape in the kitchen, and when he finds Dyuuku there with his dark gaze fixed on him, Kuroo smirks. Most people cower into submission under Kuroo’s intense stare, but not Dyuuku. Kuroo likes that.

“Yeah.. You speak English, right?” He switches effortlessly into the foreign tongue as he shrugs the gun off his shoulder and points it at the bottle in Dyuuku’s hand. “You wanna share that?”

          ﹥*:  ♤  :*+ﾟ All he wanted was a moment of silence before the morning cacophony — but it seems trouble may have found him anyway. It’s bad enough they have to deal with the fucking games every few days, now he has to watch out for gunmen with dark hazed eyes and a grin to match.

            The tattooed intruder’s eyes are indeed quite intimidating — challenging even — but Dyuuku’s learned to keep any glimmer of hesitation from sight. However, a raised brow indicates surprise when he switches from Japanese to English in a heartbeat. Interesting. This is new. ❝I do.❞ A little deadpan.

            When he points the firearm at his bottle, Dyuu follows it’s trajectory with his eyes, then returns his attention to the younger man. You wanna share that, he asks, and Dyuu responds almost at once, pushing the challenge onto the other. ❝Not particularly, no.❞ A pause and: ❝get your own.❞ They’re hard enough to come by as it is. Full bottles anyway. The tension seems to elevate, builds an invisible wall. He’s no fool, he can’t fight back against a semi-automatic, at least, not from a distance. So he takes a step forward. Another. ❝You gonna shoot me if I don’t?❞

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🂱 ♥ 𝕬s a rockstar in bed with the Yakuza back in the other world, Kuroo fits the mould of a militant perfectly. Covered in tattoos and more than comfortable wielding a gun - or a dagger, his personal favourite - he is an intimidating presence that attracts the worst of the worst. He welcomes it; unafraid to spill a little blood if necessary, but Kuroo’s strength isn't in his gun or his blade -- it’s in his mind. He can effortlessly seduce, manipulate, betray -- kill -- to get what he wants, all without ever touching his weapons. The beast that lurks in the shadows while Niragi pounces on sight, he plays his part beautifully -- but that’s all it is to him; a game. A means to an end.

As the night winds down, Kuroo has grown tired of the party. Babysitting Niragi is a full-time job that he didn’t sign up for. He’s looking for an escape in the kitchen, and when he finds Dyuuku there with his dark gaze fixed on him, Kuroo smirks. Most people cower into submission under Kuroo’s intense stare, but not Dyuuku. Kuroo likes that.

“Yeah.. You speak English, right?” He switches effortlessly into the foreign tongue as he shrugs the gun off his shoulder and points it at the bottle in Dyuuku’s hand. “You wanna share that?”

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         ﹥*:  ♤  :*+ﾟ Dyuu’s certainly no fan of the militants. Tough shits, with their guns, but without bullets, what good are they? They strut like they’re better than the rest, irritating Dyuu, though he promptly keeps his sentiments for himself — except anyone can tell the way he looks at them is with contempt.

           So when one of them walks into his kitchens at night, a darkness settles in his gaze. Dyuu’s alone in the kitchens tonight, the party’s almost over out there, and he cannot sleep anyhow. So he’s settled in the dark with his bottle for company — until the double doors pry open and the militant waltz in with his weapon tucked over his shoulder.

            The chef sighs, silently groans, and stands, bottle of spiced rum still held by the neck. ❝Can I help you?❞

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Ask my muse personal questions!

Time to pry into their life.

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@chopperpirate continued from here.

The reindeer just continued to drink his nonalcoholic milkshake with a huff. So many rude people. He'd probably have shrugged it off as humans just being their paranoid, overly defensive selves, but now that he had so many friends of all kinds of different races and beginnings, Chopper was almost disappointed by just how small these people were. Their beliefs, their behavior toward the unknown. He could tell that no one in this bar had their eyes set toward something more. That was until one person spoke to him.

"Eh?" Chopper's eyes widened slightly at the young man, turning to look at Kuroo. This wasn't a familiar face, but it was certainly a friendly one. Smiling, he reassured the human before him. "Oh, don't worry about it! It's kind of nice to have people be wary of me again. Having such a low bounty means I'm usually underestimated. It's kind of nice. I wonder if this is how Luffy and Zoro feel all the time." Being a public figure, the reindeer wasn't even attempting to hide his affiliations any longer.

"Sometimes it's better to be the one who slips through the cracks unnoticed." Kuroo takes a sip of his beer and his expression softens a little as he watches the reindeer's carefree nature. He longs for that feeling; the freedom of a rookie pirate fesh on the open seas with no inhibitions and big dreams. All of that seems so far away now.

He notices a group of pirates laughing over overflowing mugs with a similar aloofness to the reindeer's. He doesn't recognize them, not at first glance anyway. "That's them, huh?" Kuroo smiles, his guard still up, but he welcomes the slight distraction the small creature provides. "You and your crew must have big plans in the New World."

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*Seductively lays on a table* Hey bab- *Table breaks*

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Monstrous Headcanons:

Because we can’t all just put brains in jars to see how they tick.

♦ - HOARD - something that is precious to them ✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps ⚔ - DUEL - a meeting or relationship that was important to them ♥ - STAKED - a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook ∇ - TOMBSTONE - who they are versus who they appear to be ☼ - DAYSTAR - a secret they don’t want coming to light ☂ - THUNDERSTORM - a difficult or miserable time in their life ⚖ - SCALES - how well they balance their good and bad impulses ϟ - LIGHTNING - something they thought they’d left in the past, returned ☢ - BIOHAZARD - the most dangerous thing about them to others ♬ - DIRGE - a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake ■ - LAIR - where they live, work, or spend most of their time ☠ - DEATH - the closest it’s come to touching their life

Ask on-anon or off!

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MIYAVI - “In Crowd” feat. Seann Bowe + Lia Kim

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𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐈 (선미)   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“  i’ve been gossiped about again.  ” “  now,  i can withstand anything.  ” “  you always fight to the bitter end.  ” “  i’ve already seen this before.  ” “  everyone but you knows it.  ” “  you have withered,  i have bloomed.  ” “  you don’t know,  do you?  ” “  blah blah bullshit.  ” “  you make me crazy.  ” “  you know i’m okay.  ” “  feels like nobody else is here.  ” “  you know i’m naughty.  ” “  what are you gonna do about it?  ” “  i wish you would leave me alone.  ” “  don’t panic,  it’s alright.  ” “  they don’t care.  ” “  you don’t care.  ” “  the show must go on.  ” “  you’re talking too much.  ” “  breathe.  ” “  even if it hurts,  i can take it.  ” “  how are you feeling now?  ” “  why do you like me so much?  ” “  you promised we’d go together.  ” “  you’re nervous,  i can see it.  ” “  say you need me.  ” “  are you sure you’re not crazy?  ” “  you’re leaving me here?  ” “  my body   &   head are spinning.  ” “  the real hero was you.  ” “  why did you give me wings   &   want me to fall?  ”

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alice: madness returns writing prompts.

“ it’s not a dream, it’s… a memory. and it makes me sick! “

“ i want to forget! who would choose to be alone, imprisoned by their broken memories? “

“ when you’re not on edge, you’re taking up too much space. “

“ i’ll frighten myself when necessary, thank you very much. “

“ i’ve not come back here looking for a fight. “

“ a fight’s certainly looking for you. “

“ making friends, ____? you’re as randomly lethal and entirely confused as you ever were. “

“ my heart is open, ____. never closed, never locked. it needs no key. “

“ your presence here is unwelcome. we have a mission to complete. and you are an intolerable annoyance. “

“ oh, there’s an infinite amount of hope, but none for us! “

“ everyone here has an excuse for doing nothing. “

“ i had no choice. one can’t always do as one would like. i would have thought you’d know that by now. “

“ every picture tells a story. sometimes we don’t like the ending. sometimes we don’t understand it. “

“ are you a pawn or a queen? an idiot or a practiced fool? “

“ perhaps things only ‘look’ like they’ve gone to hell. “

“ failure as your epitaph? i’d hoped you were more courageous. “

“ it’s not only about you, ____! look at the destruction around you! “

“ she who saves a single soul saves the universe. “

“ only the foolish believe suffering is just wages for being different. “

“ i am someone you once knew and loved. time changes us all. “

“ back to admire your handiwork? returning to the scene of the crime. “

“ a reflection sometimes exposes more reality than the object it echoes. “

“ confront what frightens or offends you. reckless or insulting talk should never go unchallenged. “

“ you don’t know your own mind. “

“ what you claim not to know is merely what you’ve denied. “

“ i may survive here, but you’re finished. “

“ you see the pattern of destruction, i know you do. “

“ your view conceals a tragedy. the whole truth you claim to seek eludes you, because you won’t look at what’s around you! “

“ there is no method in this madness! “

“ authority must be obeyed, or it must be overthrown. “

“ cruel to be kind. that’s my technique, as they say. “

“ i sought relief from my pain and you turned me away from the truth! “

“ they are dead… and you should be too. “

“ everything’s a nail, is it mx. hammerhead? “

“ forgetting is just forgetting, except when it’s not. “

“ i’d like to forget what you did. i’ve tried. but i can’t. “

“ you’ve used me and abused me, but you will not destroy me! “

“ i know i’m guilty of something, but punishment never suits the victims of the crime. “

“ you shouldn’t ask questions you know the answers to, it’s not polite. “

“ make your survival mean something, or we are all doomed! “

“ ____, we can’t go home again. “

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MIDNIGHT MASS SENTENCE STARTERS   —   quotes pulled from the 2021 netflix limited series. feel free to make alternations.

i know i’m not who you expected to see this morning.

you aren’t a good person.

i loved you my whole life.

do you feel at peace?

i have absolutely no purpose at all.

look at us, back where we started.

god doesn’t love you more than anyone else.

i would go anywhere in the world with you.

it might come down to just minutes, maybe seconds.

everyone gets theirs wings clipped at some point.

i’m sorry that we never told you.

just tell me what you need.

don’t tell me what to do.

i’m sorry for what you’ve been through. i’m really, really sorry.

we don’t have to be afraid ever again.

you’re here and that is enough.

i’m not scared, not of you.

you never felt like a sin.

this isn’t the way. this is never the way.

i learned early there’s no point trying to stop you drinking.

he said to run.

it just felt too easy to leave, like i shouldn’t be able to just leave.

did it hurt you?

i never remember my dreams.

we made our choices.

i just need you to listen. can you promise me that?

everything has its season.

i’m tired of you lying to me!

our whole lives have been wasted.

it isn’t about us anymore.

that’s not how god works.

i forgive you.

forgive me.

i did my best.

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Send me a Character and I'll tell you if my Muse would sleep with them

Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

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* JOHN WICK FRANCHISE PROMPTS ,

i'll kill them, i'll kill them all.

where the fuck are you?

i lost everything.

if you cut a king, you better cut him to the quick.

consider this a professional courtesy.

i gotta say, i'm a pretty big fan.

i apologize for calling you at this hour.

nothing's ever just a conversation with you.

it's seems to be fate, or happenstance, or just bad fucking luck caused our paths to cross once again.

i know what you're thinking.

do i look civilized to you?

they know you're coming.

you may never return home.

do you think you can scare me into opening this gate?

are you scared of the fucking boogeyman?

you don't want me owing you.

are you sure a protracted war is the best way forward?

you look terrible.

this haven is safe no more.

you look as bad as i feel.

they sure as fuck broke the mold with you.

why do you want to live?

let us not resort to our baser instincts and handle this like civilized men to move on.

i need something robust, precise.

it's been a while, my condolences, how're you holding up?

do you really wanna die here?

i'll have to get back to you.

everything's got a price.

i heard about your wife, and i'm sorry.

how do you feel? 'cause i am really pissed off.

a man can stay here a long time and never eat the same meal twice.

it's okay, let's go home.

this kingdom is mine and mine alone.

are you here on business?

people keep asking if i'm back and i haven't really had an answer.

i say the odds are about even.

why don't you take the night off?

i was just sorting some stuff out.

have you thought this through?

my god! how long has it been?

you came to me, i helped you; if you don't do this, you know the consequences.

after this, we are less than even.

i'm not that guy anymore.

i'm retired.

i can't help you, i'm sorry.

there's no rhyme or reason to this life, it's days like today scattered among the rest.

you look good, and here i'd feared you'd left all this behind.

that was a pretty good fight, huh?

you want a war?

i once saw him kill three men in a bar with a pencil, with a fucking pencil.

so tell me, how was life on the other side?

to what do we owe the pleasure?

a gift from the boogeyman, perfect for every occasion.

seven million dollars is a lot of money.

i try to dissuade them from these childish notions, but as you know, art is pain: life is suffering.

i'm not telling you shit!

if you want peace, prepare for war.

everything all right?

well, i wouldn't recommend that you eat one.

do you need anything for the pain?

what are you really doing here?

people don't change, you know that; times, they do.

i heard you struck my son.

are we negotiating?

he was the one you sent to kill the fucking boogeyman.

now, as i recall, weren't you the one tasked to dole out the beatings, not to receive them?

are services still off limit to me?

you had your chance.

i thought i'd let myself in.

you have nothing, vengeance is all you have left.

i can make this right.

we can keep this up as long as you'd like, but it only ends one way.

my apologies. i was dealing with an uninvited guest.

your stitches'll tear and you'll bleed, but you'll have full function.

do you expect him to make it out?

we're not going in like the old days, just a conversation.

if you still have business to attend to, take two of these beforehand.

if you're looking to heal, then keep it marginal.

can't say i blame him, i would've done the same thing if i was in his shoes.

that's unwise, i assure you.

in that moment, i received some semblance of hope.

don't worry about me, i just gotta catch my breath.

you still need something, someone to love, so start with this.

you dip so much as a pinky back into this pond, you may well find something reaches out and drags you back into its depths.

you, uh, working again?

sometimes you gotta cut a motherfucker.

fuck management.

an eye for an eye, you know how it goes.

so what sort of movement am i looking at?

i'm sorry I can't be there for you.

you're not very good at retiring.

oh, and remember, you owe me.

you stabbed the devil in the back and forced him back into the life that he had just left.

it's not what you did that angers me so, it's who you did it to.

you've broken the rules.

could you recommend anything for the end of the night?

i am all seeing, and i am all knowing.

treat all your ladies like this?

under the table is where shit gets done.

the bodies he buried that day laid the foundation of what we are now.

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happy belated birthday kenma, loved your glow up!

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