#⌠ritsu (youngesper)⌡

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@youngesper​

There were pros and cons of being followed around by a camera crew as he was. The primary pro was the fact that this was a source of income for him, though also there was the perk of reaching a wider audience of those he could potentially helped. The cons was an even longer list by far, because it drew attention and onlookers, that attention sometimes negative as there were plenty who would denounce the validity of his abilities. Mogami was never one to seek universal approval however. Another con was the fact that at times, his work as a psychic came before his work as a television presenter and host, and he had more than once had to set off without concern for whether his actions would be caught on camera or not. Time was of the essence in particular cases.

Today was one of those days, where he was following up on a letter he received from a viewer saying they were sure the empty building by their apartment was haunted. From across the street so the crew could get a good angle of the building, he could observe before entering in. Scary sounds that occurred even in the daytime that were confirmed to not be the work of old plumbing or animals were never a good sign, and the moment his psychic senses reached out, they had touched something that flinched, rippled, and immediately grew angry.

Malevolence.

Whatever was there was angry and wasn’t going to tolerate the presence of an esper, a threat. Now that there was a small crowd along with a few people just passing by to carry on with their daily lives, the situation already spiraled, the evil spirit’s anger exacerbated with his very own showing. The abandoned building rumbled, mysterious sounds now bordering on raucous – no one else heard the way it had downright roared. Mogami’s eyes widened with alarm, and he made off at a quick pace but only towards the threat. Shattering glass filled the air, dangerous shards sparkling down in sunlight as the psychic dashed across the street, glimpsing a young individual sporting some kind of school uniform, looking stunned, looking so small beside that abandoned building. 

There was no shout he made, no warning for him to watch out, aware that it wouldn’t make it in time. With a raise of his hand, all the glass was caught midair, hovering only a foot or so above the student’s head before he cast it to the side. His camera crew didn’t have time to catch up, not yet having even finished setting up to film, but that didn’t matter. Drawing next to the gakuran-clad youth’s side, perceptive gaze was cast upwards before he made the decision to simply take care of things now before they got worse. Perhaps the fabric of his suit jacket and the ends of his hair lifted as he activated his powers once more, actively seeking out the evil spirit – and upon contact, exorcising it. The staleness of the air around them seemed to lift, fresh and bright and with it eliminated. With the lowering of his hand, so too did his hair and clothing, and Mogami looked to the student with a small and polite smile.

“Are you okay?”

[whirling-fangs]

“You can scream if you need to.”

that soft, comforting vibe  // accepting!

Oh, but Inosuke did want to scream. He wanted nothing more than to screech at the top of his lungs, to yell out all his pent-up rage, to release the frustration and hatred that was welling up inside his chest. His blood was practically boiling in his veins, his bloodstained wrists closed so tight that his joints whitened.

He wanted to scream... but his throat refused to let him. His airways had been crushed in the struggle – he was lucky to have chopped off the demon's wrist before its claws grew sharp enough to pierce his throat.

The boar could only emit a pitiful squeak. He was grateful that his mask hid the shame away from his fellow slayer.

"... I'll scream later." He wheezed, a hand rising to massage his sore throat. "Remind me... some other time..."

[fctedivided2]

@youngesper

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Awkward  and  clumsy,  arms  come  up  to  catch  the  incoming  projectile  with  slight  alarm  painting  his  features.  She  might've  been  small,  but  she  sure  was  speedy.       ❛      Chloe-senpai??  Are  you  injured  ?    ❜  Their  separation  had  been  brief,  and  she  looked  more  excited  than  frightened,  so  he  could  only  let  his  body  sag  with  relief.  Tentative,  he  returned  the  embrace  before  taking  her  shoulders  gently  to  look  her  over.  ❛    Nothing  tried  to  grab  you  or  anything,  did  it?  This  is  all  my  fault,  I'm  sorry,  senpai.    ❜ Perhaps  wanting  to  investigate  a  haunting  with  her  in  tow  hadn't  been  his  brightest  idea..      ❛  Let's  get  out  of  here  now,  okay?  Hold  my  hand  this  time  and  don't  let  go.  We  should  really  exchange  numbers  if  you  have  a  phone,  senpai.  ❜  he  tugged  her  fingers  between  his  own,  sighing. Hopefully  they  wouldn't  get  more  lost. 

Perhaps going on a haunting investigation for the first time wasn't so a good idea after all. And despite Ritsu's initial excitement, she joined him nonetheless.

Unfortunately this didn't end very well as the two was being separately, gotten themselves lost in the many rooms they were aimlessly wandering.

When finally reuniting with him, despite the circumstances, Chloe was overjoyed to see him again, even shedding some tears.

"N-no, I'm o-okay, Ritsu-kun..." The girl lightly shook her head, letting a sigh of relief when her fingers were getting intertwined with his. "Y-yeah..." She then revealed the said device from her small bag. "But d-do you know w-which way we n-need to g-go...?"

[zeroeyed]

@youngesper asked:

❛  ─  are they your cats ? ❜ A subdued approach with genuine curiosity, peering at the feline coiling through the man's legs and the one dangling from his arm. ❛  Hold still, I want to send a picture of this one to niisan... ❜

"No, they're not mine."

For some reason, it seems like he's kind of gotten into the habit of picking up strays — it makes sense, considering he's a bit of a stray himself, right? It's fine. He likes cats. He actually likes animals more than he likes most people, and animals... like him.

There is a cat weaving between his legs. It's a long, skinny thing. A bigger one with fluffy fur had tried to climb up his leg, so he picked it up off of the ground so it could knead into his shoulder, purring its tiny heart out.

He passes through here often, and he's started leaving food these past few weeks. There are a lot of cats here. They follow him around whenever he comes by.

One of these days he's probably gonna end up with one or five at his place.

"Your oniisan likes cats, huh?" He clicks his tongue. The cat in his grasp trills and turns its head to look at the boy. Shimazaki sighs and stays perfectly still. Not like he has anything else to do, and he has to play nice now. "Fine. I'll stay still. The cats might not."

The cat rubbing against his legs chirps and pads over to Ritsu, headbutting his shin.

[aliign]

@youngesper liked for a starter!

Serizawa's head turns from the bookshelf at the sound of the office door opening, expecting Reigen, and - oh, it's Shigeo's little brother. He feels bad for not remembering his name, knowing that both he and Shou have talked about him before, but it feels like it keeps slipping through the cracks.

"Ah, good afternoon." No name. Sorry, Ritsu. Serizawa glances over at the clock at the wall as if to confirm the school day's over with, then back towards him. "Sorry, it's just me here - do you need something?"

[sutoraiiku]

youngesper replied to your post “zenitsu has appeared! What to do? Yell at Brush off Kiss cheek Kill ”

*points to grave* kill

Oh shit, oh gOD the grEmLIN toddler is baCK

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J will spoil you. Buy you gifts and offer cash, shower you in affection and good times. She’s especially generous to children. While she’s not great with kids she does like to treat them to candy and toys and whatever their little hearts desire. Coming from a childhood home stricken by poverty she knows what it’s like. So she just wants to make sure you have a full belly and a spare hundred.

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@youngesper​ asked: ’ You’d better not have rabies. ’ cause ur ugly :pensive:

❛   i  don’t  have  rabies, okay  ??  if  you  could  even  assume  something  like  that  of  me,  then  maybe  you’re  the  one  that  has  rabies  !!  that’s  what  it  is,  isn’t  it,  weird  spiky  hair  ??   ❜ 

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@youngesper​​​​ asked for a pre-established relationship, ft. senjurou & lang ! !

send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

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FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  / siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  / legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  / conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies /  fight club  / friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  / other .

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ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  / developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  / conflict of ideology /  betrayal /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies /  fight club  / friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  / other .

[whirling-fangs]

“  i did what was necessary to get you to comply  ” did he bribe him with food did he insult him did he punch him and run was it all three who knows

fire emblem starters // accepting!!

"Yeah. Whatever. I'm gonna rip your hair out and eat it all, asshole"

The threats didn't look that all empty, given the speed at which Inosuke was devouring the food before him. His grubby hands and defined muscles certainly seemed capable of scalping a head-full of hair... and his stomach might just be able to handle it all.

Oh, Inosuke was not forgiving this guy. It didn't matter that he'd basically saved Inosuke's life by dragging him away from the fight, when he kept going with an arm shattered to pieces, bone practically poking out.

"I could've killed that demon." He repeating the same rant between two bites. "You made me miss a kill. If I don't become a Hashira, it'll be your fault!!"

[wieldbrave]

*   ​ @youngesper​ asked   ⇢   [ taste ] homemade bento for rengoku-sama pls accept

[ taste ]  for your muse to cook for mine

          kyojuro  awakens  not  long  after  the  sun  has  begun  its  daily  trek  across  an  endless  blue  sky,  and  as  he  eases  himself  into  a  sitting  position,  he  realises  that  eight  days  have  passed  since  his  arrival  at  the  butterfly  estate,  not  that  he  would  ever  admit  to  keeping  count.  restlessness  had  soon  set  in  when  he  learned  from  the  girls  taking  care  of  him  that  he’s  to  be  confined  to  temporary  bed  rest  for  the  unforeseeable  future  while  his  wounds  (  which,  he  is  constantly  being  reminded,  would  have  been  fatal  if  not  for  the  swift  intervention  of  the  kakushi  )  began  to  heal.  were  it  not  for  the  near - constant  stream  of  visitors  floating  in  and  out  of  his  room  throughout  the  day,  kyojuro  is  certain  that  he  would  have  started  clawing  the  sheets  off  his  bed.

          in  the  midst  of  the  sea  of  visitors,  young  kageyama  ritsu  has  somehow  managed  to  stand  out   amongst the  rest,  his  quiet  company  having  a  surprisingly  soothing  effect  on  his  hyperactive  mind  and  ever - growing  monotony.  despite  himself,  kyojuro  can’t  help  but  draw  the  slightest  comparisons  between  the  reserved  demon  slayer  and  his  younger  brother,  senjuro,  which  is  perhaps  the  reason  for  the  fondness  that  unfurls  behind  his  ribs  whenever  the  boy  walks  into  the  room  or  looks  to  him  for  support.

          as  if  summoned  by  mere  thought  alone,  a  knock  at  the  door  drags  kyojuro  from  his  absentminded  musings,  his  remaining  eye  falling  upon  the  familiar  form  of  the  very  boy  in  question  as  he  waits  politely  in  the  doorway  to  be  granted  entrance.  a  delicious  smell  wafts  out  from  a  distinctly  shaped  box  tucked  under  ritsu’s  arm,  but  kyojuro  pays  it  no  mind,  calling  welcomingly  to  his  visitor,   ❝   good  morning,  young  kageyama!  come  on  in!   ❞

          after  a  moment  of  hesitation,  ritsu  trots  over  the  threshold  and  shuts  the  door  behind  him  with  a  soft  click.  as  he  approaches  the  edge  of  the  bed,  ritsu  retrieves  the  box  from  beneath  his  arm  and  holds  it  out  to  kyojuro,  not  quite  meeting  his  gaze.   ❝   i  made  you  some  food,  rengoku - sama.   ❞

          kyojuro  glances  between  the  bento  box  and  ritsu’s  unreadable  expression,  an  uncharacteristic  silence  befalling  him  as  he  reaches  out  to  accept  the  offered bento  and  draws  it  into  his  lap.  he  prizes  the  wooden  lid  off  and  sets  it  aside,  casting  an  unblinking  gaze  over  the  carefully  prepared  portion.  a  handful  of  pickled  vegetables  line  one  side  of  the  bento  with  several  pieces  of  tempura  and  a  fried  egg  laid  gently  over  top,  and  at  the  other  end  .  .  .  a  bed  of  rice  sprinkled  with  sesame  seeds,  topped  with  a  generous  helping  of  caramelised  sweet  potato  pieces.

          tenderness  burns  warmly  and  gently  behind  his  ribs  as  he  beholds  the  thoughtfully  prepared  meal,  deft  fingers  closing  around  the  chopsticks  ritsu  had  also  thought  to  provide.  still  silent,  he  selects  a  piece  of  the  caramelised  sweet  potato,  snagging  it  between  the  chopsticks  and  bringing  it  to  his  lips.  the  rich,  homely  flavours  that  unfurl  on  his  tongue  —  the  natural  sweetness  from  the  potato,  enhanced  by  its  glazed  honey  coating,  with  a  sprinkling  of  soy  sauce  and  lemon  to  seal  the  deal  —  bring  an  unexpected  wave  of  nostalgia  from  somewhere  deep  in  his  chest.

          when  he  was  younger,  not  long  before  senjuro  was  born,  his  mother  used  to  cook  sweet  potatoes  in  a  manner  similar  to  the  way  ritsu  had.  it  was  thanks  to  her  culinary  skill  that  he  became  so  fond  of  the  vegetable.  since  her  death,  his  attempts  to  recreate  some  of  her  dishes  often  fell  short  —  he  could  never  quite  get  the  delicate  balance  of  flavours  right,  or  the  potatoes  were  often  too  firm  or  too  soft  —  and  as  time  passed,  kyojuro  gave  up  hope  of  ever  recreating  his  favourite  food  to  the  same  level  of  perfection  .  .  .  until  now.

          he  blinks.  the  moment  passes,  taking  the  sweet  ache  of  nostalgia  with  it.  he  can  sense  ritsu’s  anxious  presence,  hovering  uncertainly  beside  the  bed  as  he  awaits  his  verdict  and  kyojuro  mentally  shakes  himself,  shovelling  another  few  pieces  of  sweet  potato  into  his  mouth  with  gusto.

         ❝   tasty!!  tasty!!  tasty!!   ❞   the  exclamations  of  enjoyment  escape  his  lips  between  bites,  loud  enough  to  echo  off  the  thin  walls  of  the  room  around  them.  were  it  not  for  the  stern  warnings  he’d  received  from  shinobu  herself  not  to  eat  too  quickly  while  the  wound  on  his  stomach  was  still  healing,  kyojuro  is  certain  that  he  could  have  polished  off  the  entire  bento  in  one  fell  swoop. 

          as  he  lowers  his  chopsticks,  kyojuro  beams  openly  at  the  boy  standing  beside  his  bed  and  offers  warm  words  of  praise,    ❝   it’s  been  a  while  since  i  enjoyed  such  a  well - prepared  meal!  you  worked  hard  on  it,  i  can  tell!   ❞   his  smile  softens  with  unfathomable  gratitude  as  he  lifts  a  hand  from  his  side  to  ruffle  the  boy’s  unruly  hair.   ❝   thank  you  for  your  efforts,  young  ritsu.  it’s  delicious.   ❞

*   NONVERBAL STARTERS   //   NOT ACCEPTING!

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        “ if there’s anything you should know about wounds, it’s that it’s better to treat them NOW rather than LATER. that way, you don’t run the risk of infections, or worse... ” reigen doesn’t want to think about it, especially when it has to do with a middle schooler. it’s evident he’s the only sane adult here, so he’s responsible for making sure these kids are safe, and right now mob’s younger brother looks anything but.

       “ can you walk ?? ” reigen understands that their encounters leading up to this point haven’t been ideal, but he needs to know the details of ritsu’s injury other than just what he can see. “ here, hold onto me. ”

      leaning down to his height is uncomfortable, but reigen doesn’t care. he just wants him to be OK and the first step is getting him away from any further danger.

[huboaris]

‘a moment of weakness’ ( reroll if you get the drunk or blackmail tho jdjdjd )

send ‘a moment of weakness’ and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter.

15. Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

“I thought you were told to stay in bed.” He comments, mostly out of surprise that none of the Butterfly Estate workers had caught him and dragged him back before he’d made it outside.

He waits a moment for a response, but when the other seems temporarily too dazed to give one, he continues. “I’m just about to go running in the forest.” He makes a vague gesture in no direction in particular. “Did you need something?”

[sutoraiiku]

❛ AGATSUMA-SAN !! ❜ Dawn has barely broken and Zenitsu would be rudely awoken by a shrill cry and an elbow to the stomach as Ritsu clambered over him to the other side of the room they shared. ❛ Kill it, kill it !! Please !! ❜ "It" being the roach scuttling around on Ritsu's previously occupied futon.

@youngesper  //  unprompted – inbox call  ( always accepting ! )

“ ufufufu.. why yes nezuko-chan!! i would love another cup of tea, thank you!! ”

          A smile adorned sleeping features as he talked incoherently.. He was indulging in the dream currently dominating his reality as small quantity of drool escaped him.. The only thing illuminating the room was the moonlight streaming delicately through the open window.. It was a pleasant night, a cool yet comfortable breeze swept in every now and then, providing fresh forest air, and bugs along with toads sang nearby filling the atmosphere with an orchestra of natural sounds.. The dream Zenitsu was experiencing was just the topping on the cake, making it what he would define as a perfect night. That is, until he heard a shriek accompanied by a stabbing sensation in his stomach, completely knocking the wind out of him and tearing him from the reality he would’ve preferred to never leave. Eyes snapped open and the bubble indicating his state of consciousness popped with an unpleasant snort as he sat up with a quickness that almost appeared painful..

“ SNHHgCk—!!  WUH…  HUHG??  WHAT—?!  ”

          Head whipped around, absorbing the information relayed to him that suggested he was indeed sleeping until his eyes met with a very frightened Ritsu in the corner of the room, begging he kill something.. A panicked expression manipulated his face as he thought perhaps some form of dangerous creature ( aka a demon ) happened to climb into the room. But before he could jump to the ceiling like a terrified cat, he noticed the roach climbing about on the younger slayer’s futon, and his expression shifted drastically.

“ Y-YOU WOKE ME UP FOR THAT?? ”

          It was a little odd.. He’d rarely seen Ritsu present himself in such a way.. Usually he held himself with a very particular sternness.. He never would’ve guessed he was scared of a roach of all things.. But that’s not what was influencing his state of mind the most.. He was more concerned with the fact he was woken from a very pleasant dream!!  What a shame..!!  Unfortunately, he wasn’t cruel enough to simply leave the panicked boy to deal with the roach alone ( seeing as he actually seemed terrified by the creature ). His entire frame drooped in defeat momentarily before trying to shake the exhaustion plaguing him. With a kick, he broke free of the covers that previously hugged him and clumsily got to his feet. Finally, upon reaching the futon with the bug, he spared one last tired glance at the other before leaning down and resting a hand on the ground next to the creature. 

           After about fifteen seconds of effort, it delicately climbed on, antennae twitching with curiosity as it looked about the room in its new perspective settling into the warm palm. A sigh of relief escaped the blond as he walked over to the window and lowered his hand for the roach to be reintroduced to the world outside. Without hesitation, it hopped onto the windowsill and proceeded to a bush planted just next to it….. Now that that was over with, he stomped back to his futon with a purpose, burying himself in the covers and offered an exasperated HUFF.

“ Now don’t wake me up again. ”

[rainslayre]

@youngesper  forever  ago  said :   ❛ Tomioka-sama. ❜  His voice is even and his face purposefully neutral, but his eyes shine. He offers a neatly wrapped bento without another word. Is he sparkling?

hearing a familiar voice isn’t bad but since that tone is rather recognizeble to the Hashira now ,  knowing who’s calling for him is even better after Shinazugawa being all mad again for some reason .   the bento ,  however ,  certainly wouldn’t have ever been expected if Giyuu had a thousand chances to guess .

❛    just   remember   to   have   a   good   meal   yourself   later .    ❜

it felt empty though .   maybe Ritsu took half an hour or maybe he took the whole late morning to make this ,  that twinkle in his eyes looks too happy to return with a simple reminder ...   softly attempting to smile just for a quick second ,  his better judgement immediately knew it was a mistake to make & instead opted to headpatting the kid .   all the more to make it seem like some sort of illusion that  absolutely  did not happen .

          ❛    thanks .    ❜