#╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ Damage done to my life; cursing loud as the chaos ! ✧ IC.

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✧ * º • –– @jardinae asked: ❝ don't eat that . that's not candy . ❞ the boy in striped pajamas warned , snatching the candy-like blue pill midair before it landed on the other child's mouth . ❝ sorry , this wasn't supposed to be out in the open . this is bad medicine that restricts supernatural powers . human doctors used this on me back then , it's icky and it gives you bad headaches . not sure if it works on humans , but you don't wanna find out . ❞ the boy's expression soured , but he was quick to recovery before pulling out a glass bottle from his pocket the glass bottle was wrapped with a lilac-colored satin , ❝ try this instead . ❞ he shakes the bottle and out pops out a blue jelly in a shape of a teddybear , it lands on yumeno's palm , ❝ it's vitamins . tastes like blueberry . ❞ | Sunrise @ Yumeno for the Inbox Call !

↳ -: ✧ ( Unprompted ! ) ✧ :-

╰ ★ █║ ⁞ — ˗ˏˋ 𝐎𝐇, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄. Not the fact that the ' candy ' was carelessly left out ... but the fact that they had been FOOLED by its unassuming appearance. With the pill's shiny, bright blue casing, it was practically the PERFECT MIMICRY of a sweet treat. Had the other not warned them, they would have most likely gobbled it up.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ˗ˏˋ Now the JELLY CANDY ... that looked much more appetizing. Under normal circumstances, they wouldn't have accepted something like that; especially not when they had nearly ingested something SO HORRIBLE. But this boy looked like another patient; one just about their own age too. Surely, they could TRUST him.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ˗ˏˋ ' Okay ! Thank you ! '

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ˗ˏˋ The child chimes; a smile on their face before they would taste the cutesy gummy teddy bear. Just as the other said, the vitamin tasted just like BLUEBERRIES and not the usual bitter pills they've had.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ˗ˏˋ ' You're right ! It DOES taste like blueberry ! It's a lot better than the medicine I usually get ! '

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ˗ˏˋ Behind those cheerfully spoken words was a hint of WORRY however. Why was this boy here ? The PAJAMAS suggested the boy was at least sleeping at the place. But for how many nights had the boy been here ?

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ˗ˏˋ ' So why are you here ? Is it because of the HEADACHES ? '

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Fated Divergence, Ch. 3 // Yandere! Suguru Geto X Non-Sorcerer Darling

AO3 (+ prev. chapter)

When Satoru examined the parking deck, he sensed a surge of overactivity from low grade curses. Many which he could exorcise himself in practically nanoseconds. He recognized a few—and he knew that Geto had visited here, after all.

Hospitals were already a breeding ground for curses, but there had to be some other trick of Geto’s sleeve. There needn’t any reason to add more chaos here.

When he saw him with you, he wondered what Suguru could want, because on the surface, you didn’t seem like anyone who stood out.

Until he met you the other day, of course, because even he couldn’t deny, he sensed some kind of power dormant within you. Not cursed energy, or anything of the sort… in fact he didn’t have a word for it. The power coming from you felt like a purity, something untouched, untainted even from the horrors you must face as a nurse here and in general as a human being. Perhaps Geto sensed that as well, because above all nothing got the guy’s dick harder than a powerful tool.

Somehow he doubted Geto wanted you for a tool, though; it didn’t seem so.

Maybe not in the traditional sense.

“What’s your game, Suguru?” he mused out loud as he exorcised a demon just before him, one that Geto unleashed himself. He paused, glancing over at a car that he recognized had severe damage to the rear-end of it. Tilting his head, he inched closer.

That didn’t look like damage from a typical accident…  upon further inspection, the bumper had some indentations, like something bit it.

…and then he noticed a cursed spirit attached to the roof of the car, inside.

Grumbling, he managed to absorb that one as well.

“Gojo?”

He turned on his heel, and found you, with a dumbfounded expression on your face.

“Uh, yeah, we still don’t know who did that.” You gestured to the damage to your car. “I’m taking it to the shop tomorrow to get it repaired.”

So, it was your car then.

“Ah. Sorry, I guess I let curiosity get the better of me,” Satoru replied, adjusting his blindfold. “You already done for the day?”

You shook your head. “Nah, I’m just on break.”

Satoru grinned, resting his hand against your car like he owned it. “Oh, yeah? So, what do you do on break? Surely not to chat it up with beautiful men like me?”

Oh, he hoped you bought into the act. He knew how to play it cool when necessary.  

You eyed him with a hint of confusion before glancing down at what you held in your hands.

“Hide in my car from people and eat my lunch…”

He glanced at your bento box, and then back at the car, and then back at you, who looked drained as hell from a tough shift that wasn’t even over yet for you. His face fell.

He could take a hint!

Sort of…

“Oh, well then pardon me for intruding on your alone time. I was just exploring.”

“Right,” you remarked, your tone incredulous while taking out a slip of paper and scribbling something down. “If you wanted my number, you could just ask instead of doing all of this extra shit.”

He stared for a moment, a little befuddled. Did he expect more resistance? Maybe a tad.

Well, he did need your number, but not for the reasons you were possibly thinking.

Even if you were beautiful. He knew better than to do anything. Even now, he wasn’t about to meddle in his ex best friend’s love life.

Not unless he had to save you from a gruesome fate—being in Suguru’s radar was already a prescription (heh, he couldn’t help it) for disaster.

He felt a certain responsibility toward you, just like he still felt a responsibility for Suguru. Suguru wasn’t himself anymore by a longshot—even what he preached now didn’t align with what he believed in once before.

It was almost like putting young teenagers on the front lines to do an adult’s job was damaging to a young brain. Now Suguru became a shell of himself, a slave to the negative emotions he consumed from humans.

Realizing he was still staring at you, he adjusted himself. No need to make this situation more awkward for either you or him than it already became.

“Sorry,” he replied with a bashful smile, rubbing the back of his head as he accepted the slip with his free hand. “Well, that was easier than I thought it was going to be. You don’t seem like the type of lovely lady who impresses easy.”

You snorted. “You thought correct. I was half expecting you to reject me because you were taking so long to say something.”

“No! Of course not. Who could pass someone like you up?” He waved as he gave you some space. “Well, stay safe, alright?”

Stay safe? Seriously? He berated himself in his mind as he retreated, refraining from wanting to smash his head into something. Wouldn’t that just spike her anxiety up even more…?  

-- -- -- -- --

Peaceful sleep didn’t come to you that night.

You woke up in cold sweats, panting as you tried to remember you were safe then. Whatever you dreamed about, it couldn’t hurt you. But what you saw… it felt too real, yet you didn’t want to believe in this spiritual whoo-whoo shit. Not until you had enough evidence, because you weren’t about to fall for this shit.

Still…

It felt like numerous eyes from a monster glared back at you, and while you tried to sleep, it felt like hands roamed all over your body, exploring your most intimate parts.

Sleep paralysis? This didn’t feel like sleep paralysis at all.

But somehow you still didn’t believe in whatever horse shit Suguru Geto and the sort of people he attracted believed in.

You sighed, laying back in bed, pondering your options.

Then incessant buzzing of your phone had you jump in your spot.

At this hour? You glanced at the time on your lock screen. It’s 3AM…

Gojo: Hey. It’s Satoru Gojo. 😎

Oh, right. You’d given him his number. Maybe you were hoping for something to come out of this, but you doubted anything would. You idly wondered what he looked like without his blindfold on—he seemed full of it when it came to his appearance, so he better be able to back up those claims.

Smiling in spite of everything, you texted him back.

You: Hey, Gojo. Can’t sleep?

Gojo: eh, my bedtime’s not for another hour

You did a double take at the time.

You: you sleep at 4AM?

Gojo: and get up at 7 🫡

You: you in the military or something?

Gojo: in a way, but no

Gojo: hey listen, be careful around suguru

You quirked an eyebrow at that. Again with the cryptic bullshit? You had little patience for it but decided not to pry.

You: I don’t really trust the guy anyway?

Gojo: good. He’s more dangerous than you think, alright? If you need anything, call me

You: thanks, gojo

You eventually managed to get some sleep.

You decided you’d endure those nightmarish ghouls for now.

-- -- -- -- --

“Your patient died,” Mei announced as you entered the clinic the next day. The toll last night’s broken sleep took on you was evident—deeper set bags under your eyes, your face looked pale, like you’d just seen explicit horrors you couldn’t describe. Which wasn’t far off.

You glanced up at her, perking an eyebrow.

“Which one? I treat every patient on this floor,” you reminded her.

She froze, unsure of how to approach the matter, clearly.

“The young girl, Asuka Tanaka. The one who was supposed to be discharged today.”

Your eyes widened as the realization dawned on you, and you wanted to deny it.

“She was perfectly healthy!” you reasoned, and you tried to shake off the emotion from your tone, but you couldn’t. Why that little girl and not any of your patients on the verge of dying, anyway? That would have been at least easier news to break to their families, but how would their parents react to their perfectly healthy daughter dying when she was suppsoed to go home?

“We know,” she sighed. “We don’t understand what happened. One of our other nurses found her… and it was…”

“What happened to her?” you demanded.

“We don’t understand. Not fully,” she replied, tone steady and careful. “But it looked like someone came to…”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, unable to listen or even make out what Mei was telling you, but you knew better than to get too emotional in the workplace. You had no choice. You always delivered this type of news to patients and patients’ familiies every damn day, but why did this feel so sudden to you?

“Do her parents already know?” you found yourself asking, as your lower liip quivered. That poor girl was barely 6 years old.

“Yes, they came in this morning to pick her up…”

“Oh God,” you sighed, trying to steel yourself from these emotions. You had a shift to finish first before you could fully process what happened. This was just part of it all, unfortunately.

“We’ll have dinner soon this week, yeah? On me.”

You smiled, having turned off your emotions for now. Came with the profession. “Sounds good. Thanks.”

“So wait,” Mei began, and you paused, becknoning her to continue. “Who was that guy you spoke to the other day?”

“Still so invested in my love life? At a time like this?”

Mei couldn’t help but sigh.

“Listen! Mine is nonexistent so I’m living vicariously through yours. Forgive the abrupt change of topic, but I just wanted to know, and perhaps it’ll serve as a distraction for you too.”

You pursed your lips. Typical Mei, all about the gossip.

“He was just asking me about Crazy Cult Man.”

“Is he a wanted man, or something? Well… in some cases, that’s true,” Mei hummed, “Lots of people joined that cult just because he’s hot.”

You shrugged. “Like Hell if I know. That guy just kept warning me away from him, but it’s not like I’m interested.”

“Damn, if you’re not, do you mind sharing with me?”

You groaned at her antics, rubbing your temples. Way too early for this shit!

“Mei!”

“Can you blame a girl for trying?” she pouted those pretty red lips of hers. If Mei had a little more confidence, she could get any guy she ever wanted.  

“You’re impossible.”

She shrugged. “You love me anyway.”

“Alright, you doofus. I’ll see you later.”

You had to put on your big girl pants and finish the rest of this goddamn shift. You had some new patients come in from last night, something about a lot of vomitting and nausea and a whole other plethora of symptoms that didn’t point to anything untreatable, at the very least.

What you didn’t expect to find as some new patients was two twin girls sharing a room, having fallen ill. Those two girls whose caretaker happened to be—

“—Suguru? What a…surprise to see you here.” No, you weren’t all that surprised. But you were surprised to find that he really did take care of twin girls, and it wasn’t just an act.

“Ah, I didn’t think I’d run into you again so soon,” Suguru replied. “It seems that my girls got some food poisoning from that bakery, so we had to take them here.”

Those two girls didn’t look too pleased to be here from their expressions. They looked fearful, but you figured that was expected. Nobody liked being in the hospital, even for something as typical as food poisoning. That and they still seemed young, teenagers at most, and everything about the hospital seemed scary.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you replied, surprised that you could keep an even tone. “The doctor will be here soon, but judging by the severity of the food poisoning, it looks like your girls are going to be here for a few days.”

The twin with the brown hair glanced at Suguru. “That bites…”

“I told you not to eat too many of those Danishes,” he chastisted like a stressed out father would. You would smile at the scene if you didn’t know what sort of person Suguru was. Which you only had an idea, but that was enough to go off of for you.

“They were too good to pass up, Geto!” The other twin, who had blonde hair, replied.

“We’re sorry, Geto,” the blonde twin added.

“It’s alright, Nanako. I just hope you’ve learned your lesson this time around. We can’t keep losing money to things like this.”

Hospital bills definitely aren’t a joke, you mused to yourself. Even for someone as rich as Geto.

“So you already know this person, Geto?”

“Yes, Mimiko. She’s also fond of those Dansihes you both like so much.” It sounded like he was trying to sell them on the idea of you. Suguru glanced at you while he was speaking to his twins, and you felt something churn in your stomach. You swore you wanted to vomit yourself right then; something about his presence overwhelmed you, overstimulated you in the worst way.

He frowned, sensing your discomfort. With an all knowing glint in his eyes, he spoke up.

“Having nightmares lately, my dear?”

You froze.

“How did…?” you trailed off, feearing the answer.

“You look exhausted fighting it off,” he explained. He observed what was around you, the same way Gojo did when you met him. So there were things going on around you? You didn’t believe in this stuff, but if it was going to help you…

“You felt like numerous eyes were looking upon you. You woke up in cold sweats. Do you want me to help?”

You stared blankly at him. “Are you saying you can do something about this?”

“I can put it all to rest. Just leave it to me.” He glanced at the twins. “Watch closely, my loves.”

Within seconds, you felt your exhaustion vanish into thin air as he acted as though he absorbed something from you.

“Let me know if you sleep better tonight.”

You didn’t know how to react.

 “Alright. Well, let’s focus on your twins’ recovery.”

You glanced out the door to find the doctor down the hall.

“She’s almost here,” you continued. “I’ll step out for her.”

“I must get going, my loves,” Suguru announced, planting a kiss to the crowns of both of their heads. “Be nice to those treating you. Should everything go well, you’ll be back home by tomorrow at the earliest.”

He followed you out the door as the doctor stepped into that room.

You turned around. “Yes?”

“I’d very much enjoy if you stopped by the temple sometime. The girls are eager to get to know you. I saw it on their faces.”

“Th-that’s very kind of you to offer, Suguru, but—!”

He raised a hand to stop you, and you knew better than to test his patience.

“I insist, darling. I’d love for you to come after the girls feel all better from your clinic’s top-notch treatment. Them getting sick felt like the perfect opportunity to take them here even if I could treat them at home.”

“I don’t recommend that at all. If it was a mild case of food poisoning, then perhaps, but—!”

“—I believe you’re just the nurse here, darling. We’ll see what the doctor orders.”

No man alive was ever allowed to talk to you like that. You swore you felt a nerve snap, but you refrained from showing too much emotion. You doubted you could do much to deter or intimdate him, anyway.

“Might I have your phone for a moment?”

You knew better than to reject him. You offered your phone with a new contact page open for him to enter.

“Thank you, my dear. I sent a text to myself so I got yours as well.” He flashed his own phone.

Fantastic… you thought, biting back a sigh.

“We'll see you tomorrow, then."

“Very well. Until tomorrow, darling.

-- -- -- -- --

The night fell silent. You relaxed in your bed, focusing on your breath work. It was part of a therapy exercise you learned some time ago, something to help calm your nerves and help you sleep.

Something you so desperately needed.

Unfortunately, your quiet time was interrupted by your text message notification.

Groaning, you swiped your phone from the nightstand and saw who it was from.

Gojo: hey, just checking in

You: hey. I could be better for sure

Gojo: what’s up?

You: we lost a young patient today. No more than 6 years old.

Gojo: god, that’s terrible. What happened?

You: no one really knows, honestly.

Gojo began to call. You answered with a defeated sigh.

“Hey. Figured hearing a voice would be better than measly text,” he greeted over the line.

You giggled, your voice dripping in sarcasm. “My hero.”

“Feel free to call me that all you want!”

You giggled again. He was actually kind of funny.

“Are you going to be okay?” His tone seemed genuinely concerned.

“I will be. I’m just so sad for her.”

“You never get used to it, huh? The loss.”

“Not at all,” you replied. “Doesn’t matter what anyone says about professions like these.”

“I can definitely understand. Hey, like I said, I’m a call away.”

“Hey, wait, Gojo…” You bit your lip. Should you say anything at all?

“What’s up?”

“Geto came by the hospital today too.”

A pause. A long, uncomfortable pause. That same churning feeling in your stomach returned. Weren’t you supposed to say something?

“He did?”

“Yeah, his twins got sick with food poisoning,” you explained. “They’re still there.”

“Thanks for telling me.”

Should you keep going?

“He… he kept inviting me to his temple.”

“Don’t go,” he replied a little too quickly. You paused this time. Of course not. Why the hell would you ever want to go there?  

“I know,” you assured him, sighing. “But… if he really is as dangerous as you say, what if he tries something?”

“I’m here,” he told you, tone gentle and confident—like he appeared to be. “Don’t worry.”

“You’re laying it on real thick, Gojo,” you found yourself saying while chuckling.

“Hey, I’m just happy to help those in need.”

You couldn’t help the smile on your face.

“Thanks for checking on me, Gojo. But enough about me. How are you?”

You spoke on the phone for a bit, before Gojo had to hang up—something urgent with his job came up, he mentioned, and that he would check up on you later in the week. You fell back in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. He seemed like a genuine guy, but you doubted anything would escalate.

That night, in spite of the terrible day, you slept like a baby. Completely out like a light. No nightmares, no eyes, no creatures, no cold sweats… nothing. It still didn’t mean you believed in any of this; perhaps it was just coincidence. Nothing beyond that.

You weren’t going to seek Geto’s help for anything.

You knew much, much better than that.

-- -- -- --

“Hello, Nanako, Mimiko,” you greeted the next day when it was time to check their vitals.

“Hello,” Mimiko responded in a robotic tone.

“Are we set to go home yet?” Nanako asked, “Hospital stays are so boring!”

You chuckled, “We’ll see if the doctor says you’re ready to go.”

“Awwww,” Nanako huffed.

“You’re so dramatic, Nanako,” Mimiko quipped, “Geto influences you too much with those theatrics of his.”

“Speaking of, did he come to see you today?”

“He’s on his way,” Mimiko responded with a nod. “Geto looks like he really likes you, ma’am.”

“If Geto likes you then we have to like you,” Nanako piped in with an animated expression. “He has great judge of character.”

“Does he now?” you inquired, but you didn’t expect anyone to answer that—mostly talking to yourself.

“Ah! Hello, my loves,” Suguru waltzed in with some bouquets of flowers. “I have bought these for my girls, and a bouquet for you, my love. You seemed like the daisy type?”

Of course he was right about that.

You accepted the bouquet graciously, never mind the tightness you felt in your chest. “That’s kind of you, Suguru.”

You were definitely planning on tossing those straight in the trash.

You set them aside.

“Have you considered my offer, my dear?” Suguru asked, and you froze. You weren’t looking forward to answering this because you weren’t sure how he would handle rejection. You had to do this… smoothly.

As delicately as possible, like you were handling some fine China.

“I’m afraid there’s no room in my schedule right now to visit any time soon.”

“Ah, that is a shame,” Suguru replied with a click of his tongue. “We’ll work things out, I’m sure. The girls are eager to know you more after you treated them. Isn’t that right, my loves?”

The two twins nodded.

“She’s nice,” Mimiko stated. Suguru petted her head.

“Indeed.”

Using his twins as leverage over you? Oh, that was just diabolical.

Once you took the twin’s vitals, you stepped out of their room with your new bouquet in hand, taking it to your office to dump it into the trash. Your heart pounded out of your chest. At the very least, it didn’t seem likely that Suguru would cause any havoc in this setting. But now he had other means to torment you, and he hadn’t tried just yet.

You feared for the worst—and a part of you feared for your life.

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✧ * º • –– @tatsunotsurugi / @cardplays asked: ❝  we all need a partner.  ❞ Cooed - looking towards a fractured being with an encouraging smile. Patting his dog's side - firm pats that echoed. No vest, off work.

Who's yours? Words carried but left unsaid - hanging in the air.

↳ -: ✧ ( 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐀𝐑-𝐖𝐀𝐈 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ! ) ✧ :-

╰ ★ █║ ⁞ — ˗ˏˋ 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 ? 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 ? It wasn't as if they didn't know what a partner was; nor were they unfamiliar with the concept. After all, their own ( former ) Onii - san had one to call his own. But not once in their life did they have anyone they could TRULY rely on without fear of being deceived.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ ' I guess I have my doll ! But that's it. I don't have a CUTE PUPPY like yours ! '

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ The child motions towards the RAGGED looking doll tucked under their sleeve. A pitiful looking thing at first glance but deep down, it held TERRIFYING power. The only thing they could rely on, really.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ ' But a cute puppy would be nice ! '

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Day 10: Personality

So I wasnt fully sure what to really do for this one so i guess i’ll just run through a bunch of my dnd guys and talk about how they are a lil bit!~ :D

Milo Thatcher

Milo is cocky in a “mysterious bastard” kind of way. Hes got a sort of lazy grin with eyes too wild for how calm he seems. Its almost lke he’s always holding in a laugh, especially when he greets people with his hand outstretched. Hes a bit of a prankster, and thanks to the constant mild electrical field around him, he cant touch people without firat giving then an involuntary static shock, so he plays it like one of those prank hand buzzers, he finds it utterly hilarious. With his hometown gone and him having to be on the run for the murders hes committed, hes grown to be a very laid back guy that goes with whatever happens. He likes to live in the present and not dwell much on the past nor future, though hes haunted and chased by his past so it never truly goes away from him. He’s DEFINITELY bottling up a majority of his feelings and he snaps pretty easily, hence the trail of bodies, though not all were the cause of him snapping. Ever since his execution, he has been a different person entirely. The electricial current rewired his frontal lobe, and so hes in a constant flux of personality through his years and is no longer the person he used to be.

Xadian

Xadian is a loud, boisterous personality hellbent on causing as much damage and chaos as possible in whatever form he takes. Hailing from the quiet abyss he loathes being alone and despises silence even more. Hes always quick to cause a commotion and belt his affections for all the world to hear, but for a demon he’s weirdly honest. He flat out refuses to tell any direct lies, the furthest he’ll go is leave out information, but he’d never outwardly tell a lie, and hes also very against alcohol at least in perosnal taste. He can be a bit of a perv at times, but outwardly presents as a hopeless romantic with an odd way of keeping relationships in tact. At his core though, he’s incredibly lonely and terrified of being abandoned.

Jasiker Willowspeak

He wants it to be over. He wants everything to be over he is the most tired and depressed man you will ever meet, the sheer epitome of the “yes honey” meme. He’s tired and done and he cannot leave he is stuck with xadian until the body dies and even then he’s tied to the motherfucker for his entire afterlife. He regrets everything that led to this and constantly curses his younger self for his arrogance to think he could summon a demon without consequence. He drowns himself in alcohol to numb himself to the world, but when the demon posessing you doesnt like it when you drink, he finds even that difficult. He’s very cynical and dry to the world, though he has a good heart that still tries to do good where he can because even if his own world is dead and pointless, the world around him isnt lost yet, but he doesnt believe he can do much to aid the world except try his best to keep Xadian under control.

Wendy Willowspeak

She was the light of Jasiker’s life. A loud, energetic child that gleefuly wished for nothing more than to dirty herself in the mud and twigs of the forest searching for wild boars to ride. Young and naieve, yet stubborn and tougher than a lumberjack she knew the forest inside and out and would constantly get on jasiker’s nerves when her dirty feet tracked mud all throughout the newly cleaned house. She was a proud kid who wasnt afraid of anything. Until she had something to be scared of.

Rothgar

Rothgar is a cold, cynical grump thats been beaten down in the world he finds himself in, exploring a time thousands of years away from when he originated, entirely outside his own will, though it is a world he prefers as he’s found an appreciation for the technology of (early)guns and finds that even in civilized society, the law of the jungle still very much applies. Many would call him mad for the curse of eternal hunger placed upon him and the one of bloodlust that makes him vengeful and hungry for battle, but he has calmed into an old, bitter dinosaur who knows to hunt when he needs, able to eat anything with the gift of his patron, he spares no one. He has a soft spot for children, however as they do not know the true blight of sentience yet, but when they come to learn he will treat them with the same bitterness he treats the rest of the world. Its everyone for themselves in this hell of an existence, and Rothgar is no exception.

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╰ ★ █║ ⁞ — ˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋. 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 who saw them as nothing but an UNCONTROLLABLE MONSTER that killed anything they saw. To hear the man's words weren't the least bit surprising. Those words were simply mere echoes of what OTHER mafia affiliates said to them.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ ' Well, WHY would you even want to let me out then if you think like that ? '

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ Perhaps THOSE weren't the right words to speak when they HATED the cells and everything about them. Yet, it was clear they were ALREADY sick of the man that had arrived.

@theircurse asked for a Starter

"Hmm, so you're the child that they've been telling me of?". The strange man approached the side of the cell, gazing in at the smaller figure that was locked within. He'd been told that this child's gift was rather dangerous, though he'd need to see it in action if he wished to judge such a thing for himself, "I'm here to see if there is anyway in which you may be allowed outside - without being a threat to everyone else inside the city".

[akashi-reddeath]

One More Soul To The Call

Damage done to the flesh, what they said, in the name of the Damage done to the heart, is the start, of the end! Damage done to my soul, I know, it knows where my Damage done to my life, cursing loud, at the chaos!

[thetalee]

Akira Yamaoka - One More Soul to the Call, ft. Mary Elizabeth McGlynn

Damage done to the flesh, what they said in the name of the Damage done to the heart, is the start of the end Damage done to my soul, I know, it goes with my Damage done to my life, cursing loud at the chaos

[theircurse-archive3]

╰ ★ █║ ⁞ — ˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 and yet suddenly, they halted. They stopped ... and they turned around. Nothing was there but they could have SWORN they heard something dragging itself across those shiny floors. Huh ... was it their IMAGINATION or was something else going on here ?

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ ( ... Maybe it was just their imagination. )

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ What if they get hurt ? Well ... that wasn't exactly a WORRY that the mafia had about any of its members. All of their cronies were EXPENDABLE. They knew that it weren't for their own powers, they would have been DEAD a long time ago; unable to have even met this girl. It was NICE that she worried, though. They've never really HAD anyone worry about their own being.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ ' Really ? '

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ The child gasped; SURPRISE in their tone. She would really let them take something with them ? Something like that; something to show that they HAD been successful would have saved them a lot of trouble and potential ( no, definite ) punishment. But what could it be ? Whatever it was, the gesture made a SMILE of gratitude form across their face.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ ' Okay, I'll follow you ! THANK YOU so much ! That means a lot ! '

↳ -: ✧ ( @jardinae ) ✧ :-

@theircurse continued from ( x )

        ˗ˏˋ🌹❀┊ ( * THE LOVELY ROSERED ) ━  DISPLEASURE ETCHES ACROSS A DOLL-LIKE VISAGE . Rosered seemed visibly vexed , although it doesn't seem that Yumeno was the source of her rancor , although she allows her shoulders to relax , easing the tension from her body .

       ˗ˏˋ🌹❀┊ ( * ROSERED ) ━ ❝ okay , i'll take your word for it . ❞ SHE ASSURED THEM with a clap of her hands ,   the gesture was followed by sounds of stone scraping eerily across polished floors .     BUT if Yumeno were to turn around ,   they would find no oddity in sight ,    the statues remained lined up through the halls . . . but there was a lingering sensation that they were being watched .

       ˗ˏˋ🌹❀┊ ( * ROSERED ) ━ ❝ i'll let you off this time , but this mafia place . . . is full of jerks .     why did they send a kid ?    what if you get hurt ? ❞ SHE FROWNS , ❝ adults should be the ones taking care of the kids , not the other way around .    i have an idea , can you follow me ?    i'll give you something so you don't get back empty-handed ! ❞

[somegremlin-archive3]

@starlightofdream​ asked: i wish we could sail our sad days away forever . ” (Regulus to Yumeno)

𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘    (   𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈   )   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

               ‘ Well why can’t we ? ‘

「 ★ 」   ⋮    Ａ Ｎ Ａ Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｍ Ａ．   ⋮  ━━   Perhaps if things were the same as back then, if they were still TRAPPED behind those iron bars … they wouldn’t have spoken such foolish words. Back then, to even think of such would have been nothing more than a FANTASY. But now, they had FREEDOM. They had been saved; brought into the light by the Armed Detective Agency. And now, maybe something like the boy’s would could be POSSIBLE ?

              ‘ Maybe Kunikida - san can buy us a BOAT and we can go on a trip ? ‘

[somegremlin-archive2]

✦ . ˚  @diverse-hearts​ asked:  

˗ˏˋ       "Do you have any idea of the number of people to have died from your curse this time?", he raises a hand and strikes Q hard across the face, "For each of my men to have died you will be facing punishment for. You'll be lucky if you ever see the light of day again" - Mori : )          ˎˊ˗

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「 ★ 」   ⋮    Ａ Ｎ Ａ Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｍ Ａ．   ⋮  ━━     The   impact   of   large   hands   upon   his   pale   cheek   was   like   a   LIGHTNING   STRIKE;   fire   quickly   spreading   across   his   face   as   a   sharp   cry   left   his   breath.   And   yet   …   aside   from   that   involuntary   shriek,   there   was   NO   reaction.

              Just   how   long   ?   How   many   years   has   it   been   since   he   had   been   under   this   man’s   control   ?   When   you   were   trapped   in   HELL;   when   every   day   was   just   as   miserable   as   the   last;   the   concept   of   time   was   something   you   barely   had   a   grasp   of.   And   yet,   even   the   days   he   was   in   the   Port   Mafia   weren’t   all   of   it.   For   all   his   life,   from   the   very   moment   he   was   BORNE   unto   this   miserable   earth,   he   only   suffered   and   suffered   and   SUFFERED   !

              Was   it   really   such   a   crime   to   try   to   defend   yourself   ?   Was   it   really   such   a   crime   to   try   to   survive   ?   Was   it   really   such   a   crime   to   LIVE   ?

              Was   that   it   ?

              He   was   SICK   of   it.

              ‘   Huh   …   really   …   is   that   so   ?   ‘

              Slowly,   he   looks   up   at   the   man   with   a   SMILE   on   his   face.   But   the   smile   held   no   joy.   No,   any   light   those   eyes   held   when   he   was   born   was   GONE.   Any   light   that   those   he   cared   about,   that   Chuuya   -   niisan   and   Garth   -   niisan   had   managed   to   salvage   had   faded   to   NOTHING.

              ‘   Go   ahead,   Mori   -   san.   If   that’s   what   you   want   …   if   that’s   what   you   think   is   BEST   for   the   Port   Mafia   …   ‘

              ‘   Go   ahead.   KILL   ME.   I   won’t   curse   you.   ‘  

[theircurse-archive3]

✧ * º • –– @demon-blood-youths asked: ❝ what are you talking about? you think this is a game? ❞  - Shdwkyz

↳ -: ✧ ( resident evil village starters ! ) ✧ :-

╰ ★ █║ ⁞ — ˗ˏˋ ' YOU'RE the one that thinks this is a game ! '

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓. With the mask the other wore, he looked more like some sort of fake HALLOWEEN MONSTER than anything else. Not even the mafia looked that dumb and THEY all wore the same stupid suits.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ ' How do you even do stuff WEARING THAT on your face ? '

[theircurse-archive3]

╰ ★ █║ ⁞ — ˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. Truthfully, they were exhausted. But fatigue was something that they were more than used to. There was no rest in the for mafiosos. Really, this was NOTHING to them.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ ' Yeah, kind of. So let's go then ! '

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ The child takes the other's hands; CAREFULLY guiding him down the darkened city streets. Every so often would their head turn; sights darting about and surveying the area around them. One could NEVER know if there were lurking mafia men or just troublesome adults in general.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ ' What do you think of THAT ONE ? '

╰ ✗ * . ⊹     ˗ˏˋ A finger points at a decrepit building; clearly FORSAKEN and DEVOID OF LIFE. Perfect for their purposes. Maybe it wasn't the safest but ... surely, things would be fine, right ?

@theircurse - continued from [X]

He understood that Yumeno was on the run from something much more dangerous than his family - even if he wasn't quite aware of just who the Port Mafia were. Rai's family hadn't been in the city for all too long - they'd come for his father's work and then were no doubt supposed to have moved on again - but he was taking this chance to break away himself. Glancing at the kid by his side, he thought over what was suggested. Upper ground would allow them to see if anyone was getting too close he guessed, though it made getting away more difficult - but their abilities should solve that if it happened, right? Ah, but his own was so darn exhausting to use, a thought that caused him to eat a little more of the snack he carried. "Sounds like a plan to me. You must be getting tired too, right?".

[hanaeshi]

IC general tag dump !

[somegremlin]

★ ༺  @akirathief​ ༻ ★

              ↳ cont. from [ X ]

          ‘ Yaaay ! I’m hired ! I’m hired ! ‘

          ‘ So what if aside from that, we have ANOTHER drink who people who really don’t want to sleep even when they’re dead ? It’ll be THREE Five Hour Energies, a white Monster, the purple Rehab Monster, a six-pack of Red Bull, two Rockstars, and some mild-tasting coffee.  ‘

[somegremlin-archive3]

★  ༺ @frozcnlight || 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ༻ ★ 

「 ★ 」   ⋮    Ａ Ｎ Ａ Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｍ Ａ．   ⋮  ━━   They’ve run across this woman a couple of times; nothing more than passing hellos. No thought was really given much to those occasions; not when they were all in this city TOGETHER ( despite them hardly ever getting to see its lights ). Although … they cannot help but feel as if she has some other REASON to even TRY to talk to them. After all, none of the other adults did … and if one did ? They would only wind up wanting to TAKE ADVANTAGE of them.

                  That was what Mori - san taught them. That was what the Guild taught them. That was what Dazai - san taught them. That was what EVERYONE taught them.

                  And as her sights meets theirs; THEY make the first move.

                  ‘ So … what do YOU want with me ? Why do you keep wanting to talk to me ? ‘

[somegremlin-archive2]

✦ . ˚  @nolongerbeneaththemoonlight asked:  

˗ˏˋ       Wary of the child after his last encounter with him, the weretiger slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out...a piece of candy? “You... You like sweets, right? Here, for you.!”        ˎˊ˗

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「 ★ 」   ⋮    Ｃ Ｕ Ｒ Ｓ Ｅ Ｄ．   ⋮  ━━     He   RECOGNIZES   this   boy.   That   weirdly   cut   hair   and   those   striking   multi   -   colored   hues   ...   this   was   the   boy   that   Dazai   -   san   had   taken   in.   Dazai   -   san's   new   pupil   and   essentially,   Dazai   -   san's   REPLACEMENT   for   him.   Just   another   kick   to   the   chest,   really.   First,   Dazai   -   san   betrays   him   and   abandons   him   and   now   he   just   takes   some   other   kid   and   treats   him   like   family   ?   

               But   he's   had   his   fun   with   CURSING   this   kid   already   and   now,   the   novelty   had   grown   old.   Dogra   Magra   had   grown   old   a   LONG   time   ago;   especially   when   that   American   group   decided   to   mess   with   it.   He   would   have   said   some   sort   of   rude   remark   to   the   other   ...   but   the   sudden   display   of   SWEETS   cuts   any   and   all   thoughts   off.

              Candy   ...   why   would   the   WERETIGER   of   all   people   give   him   candy   ?   Nobody   else   would   have   spared   him   even   a   THOUGHT   !   If   they   were   feeling   charitable,   the   candy   would   have   gone   to   Elise   -   chan   instead   !   The   uncertainty   in   the   boy's   tone   only   makes   him   far   more   SUSPICIOUS   of   the   seemingly   kind   act.   There   was   some   sort   of   ulterior   motive   to   this,   right   ?

              '   ...   Let   me   guess.   It's   POISON,   right   ?   '