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his answer is met with a roll of her eyes and a subtle shaking of her head. typical. do men ever use their brains? so far reina wasn't entirely sure. subconsciously, a hand raises to the side of her neck, right where she imagines a set of fangs would likely penetrate, and she rubs the skin under her fingertips. ❝ well, if you had said that, then obviously any sane person would have told you no. i don't want the life sucked out of me. ❞ who did, really? well, she could imagine a few sick people wanting to meet their demise that way. either way, that wasn't how she planned on going out.

she could spare some blood, she had plenty after all. her dark gaze focuses on the man, looking for any sign of weakness- even an exhausted twitch of his body, but he portrays none. a pout almost settles on her lips, and she quickly casts their companions a look before turning back to the vampire, leaning in a little closer to whisper; ❝ how much stronger are you if you consume human blood? i'd imagine you'd be more useful, right? ❞

the  finger  jabbed  against  his  chest is observed with apprehension. hands  raise  in  his  bid  to  present  as  someone  much  more . . . amicable. simply  swatting  her  hand  away  or  pushing  her  aside  wouldn't  win  him  any  favours,  at  any  rate. “   well,  that's  true  enough,   ”   he's  not  so  proud  that  he  can't  admit  to  his  mistakes. however,  any  proposition  he  might  have  thought  of  earlier  had  seen  him  with  a  stake  through  the  heart,  his  rotting  corpse  left  to  the  worms  and  the  mulch. not  quite  the  pretty  picture. 

“   but  really,  it's  not  exactly  idle  conversation. ' hel-lo,  would  you  ever  so  mind  if  i  sunk  my  teeth  into  your  lovely neck  and  sucked  the  life  out  of  you? '   ”   he  scoffs, wary of her response even now. he was weaker, after all. hungry.   “   normally  i  would  feed  on  animals  but  you  just  smelled  so  delicious,  i  could  hardly  resist. ”

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roselle can only imagine the mood poor bonbon would be in, thanks to malachi deeming it fit to just give the small feline kibble. now, roselle isn't irresponsible, so bonbon does get kibble, but it's usually mixed in with some kind of wet foot, so bonbon didn't hold it against them. she was a princess and wanted only the best, which included the most expensive kinds of foods and treats, but she also didn't like dry food. and, honestly, who could blame her? roselle didn't particularly like eating dry and unseasoned foods, so why would her animal familiar?

before she can say anything about the matter her attention is drawn away when a set of strong arms hoist her up. she's held tightly in his arms as he begins to exit the school. instead of saying anything, she lay limp, her head falling onto his shoulder to take full advantage of the fact she was being pampered. ❝ my moon shouldn't have let this happen to me in the first place, ❞ the witch huffs, allowing her gaze to stubbornly flicker up and onto the full moon, seemingly shining down upon them as they come into the night air. it wasn't the moon's fault her mission took place inside a building that didn't have a lot of windows, where the moon couldn't reach.

still, roselle was bitter and would hold this grudge against the moon.

still, it made her second guess taking the missions assigned to her. recently she's noticed the higher-ups trying to give her too many missions that took place too early for her, way before the moon took its rightful place in the sky. and without the moon, roselle was incomplete. she could barely function as a person, never mind a sorcerer. so it's led her to believe they were up to something, and it was making her worried. ❝ they're up to something, you know, ❞ rose finally speaks, soaking up the raw rays of moonlight, feeling like she could breathe freely. ❝ trying to give me missions that take place inside, or missions that need to be dealt with during the day. they're either desperate or want me dead. ❞

a soft scowl settles on his lips when he sees the cleanly patched up skin –– the only hint that it was freshly healed was just the soft pink tint to it, something that would fade in an hour or so. it's not that he's not grateful to shoko and the healing she can do, it's just that...he wants to be free of this place. some days he wishes that he could take rose and get completely away. he knows she has her pledge as a sorcerer or whatever it is that they do, but she could be so much more. and if it's safety she's after, he can provide. the two of them are powerful in their own right –– why do they need to bow at the feet of these people of all of them? so sure in their self righteousness. then again, maybe malachi's just put out because they constantly look at him like he's less then because he won't join their merry band of dead soldiers.

❝ you heal just fine in the moon light. ❞ the words are a soft grumble, but he reaches out, gingerly smoothing his thumb along the healed spot. eyes glance up at the woman who's watching them carefully –– probably afraid he'll make some sort of rash move. he swears they're like victorians seeing an ankle for the first time every time a curse user comes around. ❝ thank you. ❞ the simple thanks is curt, his arm wrapping protectively around roselle when her own wrap around his neck.

❝ you know we're going to have to stop for cat food on the way home, righ? i tried to just...feed her the kibble again and now i'm pretty sure there's going to be disgusting hairballs in my clothes for another week. ❞ his nose scrunches up in detest –– he's never been a cat person, but he does like bon bon. he just wished the damn cat actually liked him back instead of taking every mistake and turning it into a moment of absolute vengeance. he guesses it makes sense that she's rose's cat –– she's got the quick temper and low tolerance of him that makes them twins.

he picks her up, easily, hooking his arm underneath her knees. ❝ c'mon, you don't need to be walking down all those steps on a freshly healed side. you sure you're feeling fine? ❞ head tips back, watching as the clouds begin to part. ❝ looks like your moon wants to help you feel better as well. ❞

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out of everyone, astarion was the most shifty. it was hard to get a read on him, he was good at masking his feelings and motives. well, almost everyone was. trust was a hard thing to give out to strangers, but reina tended to give it out one too many times. but astarion's was running dry! especially after his little slip-up the other night, she's found it hard letting him out of her sight. it wasn't spoken about afterwards, until now, when he brings up her obvious lack of trust in him. jutting a finger out, she points it boldly at him, poking him directly in the chest. ❝ you could have, i don't know, asked-! ❞ if he had of pleaded his case to her, she most likely would have allowed him a bite. despite the situation everyone found themselves in, reina was always a people pleaser and cared for others a little too much.

“   oh,  come  now. you  still  don't  trust  me?   ”   there's  a  flicker  of  hurt  behind  his  stare,  swiftly  masked  with  an  eyeroll. he  had  kept  his  distance  since  the  attempt. in  hindsight,  it  had  been  a  silly  mistake,  foolish  of  him  to  think  he  wouldn't  be  caught,  fangs  laid  bare  for  their  entire  camp  to  see. fortunately,  only  he and @soulsballad  had  been  awake. vampire  spawn  has  to  eat,  and  animal  was  becoming  particularly  monotonous  when  such  delicacies  were  within  his reach. no,  no,  stop  thinking  about  your  delicious  companions. “   that  was  a  one  time  thing. shan't  happen  again,  i  swear  it. cross  my  undead  heart  and  all. ”

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that was no surprise, she doubts the chosen one has ever been on the losing team. as far back as she can remember, the only real loss he's known was losing the star plasma vessel. and then geto leaving - but that wasn't considered a loss to her. perhaps to him. she's wounded, not physically, but she's so cut up inside over the loss of her students and colleagues she can't even think of something to say to cheer herself up. gojo was back, yes, but he was about to go and fight for his life, and theirs. and that must have weighed pretty heavy on his (now oddly very muscular) shoulders. blinking once, chocolate brown hues flicker from the ground and over onto the man, once again soaking up the image of him standing beside her, in arms reach. he was back, he was safe, and he was still as annoying as ever. ❝ you better not die, ❞ utahime begins, eyes suddenly narrowing at the man, ❝ if you do i'll kick your ass when sukuna sends me right after you. i don't imagine there is cursed energy in heaven. ❞

“   i  hate  being  on  the  losing  team,  you  know,   ”   and  he's  completely  serious,  embellished  with  a  frustrated  sigh  as  he  ruminates  on  the  catastrophe  his  sealing  begot. he  had  learned  in  increments,  spoon - fed  information  until  he  all  but  strangled  it  out  of  ijichi; many  of  their  allies  had  fallen,  and  that  was  what  cut  the  deepest. the usual mask of stoicism didn't quite sit right, tears would be wasted, but there was no denying the news weighed heavily upon him. he turns his attention to @soulsballad, lips jutted out into a pout. “     utahime—  say  something  to  cheer  me  up. ”

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it was strange to think back on her life now, knowing that she essentially got everything she wanted and was now living the life she wanted. back then she wanted the best for her family, she wanted to marry draken, and live a peaceful life. well, life was as peaceful as it could get for her, with the family she has, but at least the violence was kept in the past. even if she did sometimes miss seeing draken in his toman uniform.

❝ me!? perve? ❞ the blonde asks, playfully offended, ❝ never! how dare you think so little of me, i've actually never even looked at you below the neck in my life. ❞ she bold face lies, walking over to set the tray aside and take a sip of her own lemonade. ❝ my eyes have always been glued to your pretty face. ❞

Years of fixing this fixture and that appliance for the girls at the brothel in return for some pocket change to keep him going had shaped Draken into quite the handyman. A shed of this relatively small size shouldn’t have taken him more than a few hours to build, less if Emma helped, which she doesn’t – Though he certainly doesn’t turn up his nose at his wife’s delicious homemade lemonade, especially not while he melts under this scorching head.

“Thanks Emma.” Parrying no seconds to swipe the glass from the tray and gulp the entire contents of it down in one go, he exhales a loud, satisfied sigh before shooting her a semi amused look.

“Sounds like you want an excuse to perve."

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now she's starting to consider raining violence, evident by the way she glares directly into the lens of the camera as he snaps a few more shots. she was only doing this in hopes of getting everybody off her back for more than five minutes, she couldn't go anywhere without someone bumping into her and trying to convince her to stop running off. having her freedom constantly being tugged from her hands was irritating, so she figured if she gave them what they wanted they'd give her peace.

❝ i'm not a show pony, quit it, ❞ she huffs, turning her head to the opposite way so all he sees are her long black tresses. her lips easily form a pout as she hyper focuses on a particular patch of grass. idiot.

Haru isn’t trying to conceal his actions. Rin was out and about, with people, with sunshine, and the icing on top of the cake is that she doesn’t even look mad, quite at peace he’d say – A prestigious moment that deserves to be documented in every way possible. He was going to make a collage of this, hang it on his bedroom wall as a reminder of the day Rin actually joined in a social activity without promising to rain violence on anybody.

“Rin is outside sunbathing, I have to capture this moment.” He replies, continuing to take various snapshots of her on his cellphone.

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she's sitting up on one of the lowrise walls out in the yard, swinging her little legs back and forth until her heel scraps against the bricks. she's sulking, she's sad - which was obvious given her tiny little pout and the fact she wasn't racing around with her usual bouts of heartwarming energy. in the corner of her eye, she sees @deathfavor approach, and sees the black serpent slither by her side. quickly, she shifts her attention to the side, pursing her lips softly. ❝ sorry, serpent... i don't think i'm up for playing any games today. ❞

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❝ thank you! ❞ erina exclaims, waddling over to the man once the final curse floats away with the coming breeze. she's injured, but nothing too serious - just a sore shoulder and a few cuts and bruises. it was her first solo mission, a mission that was supposed to be at her grade, but, of course, it had to be a finger bearer. and, naturally, she barely stood a chance. granted, she put up a good fight and lasted much longer than she thought she would, but her cursed technique was still as unknown to her as it was to others. but help showed up at the right time, and the help was so cool! she doesn't think she's met @chaoslulled before. ❝ that was so cool - your technique is so cool! ❞

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❝ mhm! ❞ the young girl responds to the stranger's initial question, rolling from the heels of her feet to the balls of her feet almost excitedly. her method of travelling has been the topic of many conversations with sinners within the mbcc, but most ask her if she'd help them escape. this woman does not, but instead offers letta her company, which was truthfully all the girl has ever really wanted. a friend. so, at that, letta grins happily and extends her hand to the beautiful woman, waiting for her to clasp their palms together. ❝ my name is letta! what is yours? ❞

         ❛ through the wall? is that how you travel? ❜  quiet curiosity pulls the dancer closer, head tilted aside.  ❛ i'd quite like to accompany you, if that would be alright. ❜  the hour draws late, hamel knows, but the passing of time seems quite distant to her ― as if it marches on without her, even now that she has ostensibly rejoined the world. perhaps the young one enjoys nightly wanders beyond the confines of their little prison. hamel has avoided going out very much, wary of the overwhelming outside, but she reasons that it would not do to simply leave a child to wander out there all alone. hamel ought to go, too. perhaps the world will seem far kinder at the side of another, and perhaps they could frequent one of those candy stores she has heard about. or an ice cream parlour. surely, they stay open late.  ❛ may i ask your name? ❜

starter call / @soulsballad

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today's mission was supposed to be different, petra wasn't to pair up with a fellow classmate, but someone 'special', according to gojo. so while everyone else filtered off to do their own thing, petra waited patiently by the gates of the school, clad in her uniform, fiddling with her thumbs. that was until she felt someone approach her from behind, and when she turns, she sees @wistrea. ❝ kira-san! ❞ the ravenette greets with a warm smile. ❝ what are you doing here? are you visiting yuu? ❞

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when good weather came around it was the perfect opportunity to do the garden, or get her husband to do the garden while she either helped or watched. emma had just prepared fresh lemonade for them both while draken finished up building the new garden shed they'd purchased. they had a deal. he built it, she painted it, and they both filled it. that was fair, right? carrying over the tray of iced lemonade, the brand new ryuguji watches @kisumshi work, sweating and panting from the hard work and the relentless heat of the sun. ❝ why don't you take your shirt off? you know, so you don't overheat and die. not for my benefit at all. ❞

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basking in the sun was something you'd expect from the cat, not the horse. well, not this horse. isuzu often shied away from the warm weather, especially recently given the events which transpired. being injured meant she wanted to hide away and rot, but how could she when someone was always dragging her out of her pit by the ankles? so she decided to indulge others today, sitting outside under the warm hue of the sun. and it actually felt nice... ❝ i can feel you staring, haru. ❞ the ravenette comments, peeking an eye open to peer over at @kisumshi.

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she doesn't anticipate his question in response to her own, so she's left a bit taken back, blinking stupidly up at the curse. he looks like a monster, he has four arms and four eyes! but, as anya thinks about it, his actions have not been monster-like. not with her, and not what she's seen. sukuna was the king of curses, the absolutely worst monster that walked the earth, yet anya had not seen that side of him, and most likely wouldn't if it was left to sukuna. therefore, her perception of him was distorted. he was a curse, she knew that, and she saw curses as monsters. but... would a monster really treat her like this? would a monster, the supposed worst of them all, treat her better than any human has? it leaves her a bit confused, and she turns her attention to the arm which rests above the one that is holding her. her little lips form a pout, and she reaches over with her hands to begin poking and playing with the fabric of his kimono. ❝ no... ❞ the tiny pinkette mutters in response, not turning to meet his eye ( any of the four of them. ) ❝ i suppose... i suppose the monsters i've met have been nicer to me than the people in my old homes. ❞ in the orphanages, no one cared for her. the adults thought she was cursed because she kept being brought back for being so weird. the curses that followed her terrified her, some often tormented her. but when she met sukuna and he killed the ones that threatened her and scared off the ones that didn't, she thought maybe she'd found the kind of monster that wasn't really a monster. perhaps just misunderstood. but, of course, her perception was wrong, because he was the worst. but not to anya. to anya, he was the best.

the little girl has a point, which is infuriating.  it wasn't supposed to go this far  ––  it was supposed to just be a careful little thing, a couple of bodies  &  maybe one of the temples destroyed.  so he got a little out of hand  ––  sue him.  he's the king of curses  &  he hasn't had time to just let loose lately  ;  he's needed to flex these muscles, needed the screams in his ears until he felt like his blood was flowing once more.    ❛  you're correct.  but there is still a temple or two that we can salvage.  you can have your own bedroom  &  even have your own stash of snacks in it.  sounds good, right?  ❜    uraume is glaring at them from a few feet back  ––  they do not approve of sukuna's sudden intake of ward.  little anya may have captured his heart with her untapped cursed energy, but uraume sees her for what she is  ––  a liability.  if the king is distracted, then things aren't going to go well.  still, sukuna is the one that is in charge, so he doesn't bother to entertain their ideals.  eventually anya will grow on the snowy haired being, he is sure of that.    ❛  you can do whatever you would like, anything to make it feel like it's home for you.  ❜    brows furrow  ––  he's been distracted in his words, but four crimson eyes turn toward her when she tugs on the kimono.  a sigh is out of his lips before he can think to stop it  ;  he forgets sometimes just how young she is, how all of this must not make sense.  it's not a sense of him being a parental figure  ––  it's him seeing potential.  it's him seeing a powerful sorcerer when she grows older.  he steps over a few more bricks, careful to keep her balanced.    ❛  do you think me a monster, anya?  ❜    the question is careful  ––  it's how he'll gauge her development from these past few months.

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there was something quite sweet about his curiosity, something very childlike about his interest. he is much older than her, yet has not experienced quite as much as she has. but that is to be expected, given what he was, given what he was born for. it's quite sad to think about, but he seems to have set himself on a path he is happy with. the gratitude and praise reach her ears, words spoken as a thank you for saving another life. shoko momentarily turns away from choso and nods to the individual, watching as they wander off, leaving her and the death painting alone. she's not concerned, she isn't afraid of him.

now, that she's able to give him her full undivided attention, she does. the medic turns fully, leaning against the table to her side. shoko allows herself some time to ponder his question, pulling out a cigarette and lighter in the meantime. once she lights up her cigarette and takes a draw, she exhales the smoke in the form of a dreamy sigh. ❝ i think so, yeah, ❞ the brunette begins, watching the being before her with a warm smile. ❝ but i also think we, as beings that get to experience such heavy emotion, tend to confuse 'love' for things such as 'obsession'. and you have to be careful about who you give your love to because there are people out there who like to exploit such vulnerable feelings. ❞

her smile remains prominent across her features, barely managing to reach tired and droopy eyes. ❝ i don't have any siblings, but i know it's not the same kind of love you'd have for your brothers. romantic love, sexual love- it's far more intense. but, if you find the right person who loves you just as much as you love them, it can change your life entirely. ❞

much like her , blood drives no kind of control over him , it ' s only a familiarity anymore . where sweat & * tears fold and peel away into the metallic substance thanks to his abilities as a death painting . the sound of her voice has his attention easily , her answer causing him to nod as an affirmation to his listening . STILL , it stumps him a little [ ... ] the gojo satoru he ' s heard so much about , revered as ' 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙎𝙏 ' by everybody he ' s come in contact with thus far , a part of him insists that his strength alone proves to be attractive right ? don ' t women like powerful men ?

𝑝𝑒𝑟𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 , or , perhaps choso just never cared enough to pay attention to the things that seemed just within the realm of mundane . shoko tells her story , and he nods again in understanding , AS IF HE COULD . but he ' s learning & * that 's the important part isnt it ? ❛ i see ❜ and he pauses , fiddling with his sleeves . ❛ do you think it ' s worth it ? love .. or whatever ? ❜ a hand flippantly gestures in front of them. you can remember watching ( LOVE ) fall apart right in front of your eyes , the actions that people claim are from good intentions / also nicknamed ' love ' but choso himself , well he ' s not too sure about the concept . like handing your heart over to somebody without knowing if theyre a cannibal [ ... ]

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the blue gloves that cling to her hands like an extra layer of skin are coated in the metallic red substance, one which she's grown rather numb to seeing, smelling, and even perceiving. choso stands by her side while she attends to a sorcerer who has gotten injured. it was nice having him on their side and not actively trying to murder poor itadori yuji. her question was spoken as a joke, but he seemed to take it seriously, and she reminds herself that this man hasn't lived the same kind of life she has. he's not human or curse, but a mixture of both.

still, @yookimi seemed intrigued, intrigued enough to ask his question. when her cursed energy comes to a halt, and the sorcerer before her is healed, she turns towards the death painting with a tender, tiny smile. ❝ i have, ❞ shoko answers softly, peeling the gloves from her hands and tossing them into a nearby garbage can, ❝ nothing too serious, i'm quite an absent person due to my job. and the idea of dating any of my co-workers wasn't too appealing. no one ever caught my eye. ❞ she's never quite been the type to fall in love, not easily. but perhaps, once upon a time ago, she had fallen in love. if so, that memory was long gone.

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the only one that popped up was space i’m arresting everyone else that liked this and didn’t approach me be ready with ur hands behind ur backs

feeling like i kinda want to make my return… come plot with me?