#The sanguine moon has risen - Blood Moon verse

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🍼 demon bab uwu

|| The outcome of Adoration ||

- name:   Suzuki - likes / dislikes:  L; Assisting in rituals, causing mischief, tormenting souls with “Uncle Thresh” | DL; long ass/boring ceremonies, dull tools, her ribbons getting caught on things/on her horns - first word:  Moon - which parent they look more like:  Neither - which parent they like more:  Pyke - height once fully grown:  4′8  (142.24cm) - job ambition:  job?  lol she just wants to stab - appearance:

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- name:  Tamashini - likes / dislikes:  L; “Playing” with humans, watching demons find their human hosts, helping gather host bodies | DL; being without his mask (doesn’t need to wear it over his face tho), cleaning up after himself, being hungry - first word:  Hurt - which parent they look more like:  Jhin - which parent they like more:  Both - height once fully grown: 7′10"  (238.76cm) - job ambition: Gatherer of Hosts - appearance:

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Bonus round! Catto child!

Name:    けい  (Kei)

[sasorikigai]

The Castigating Flames of Salt and Skin and Blood (rōnin verse)

His bones will bleach, his flesh will flee; so help his lifeless flames and frame to breathe.... Hanzo Hasashi wears fire on his sleeves, as his goal of the soul is to be cleansed of water to become pure fire, since worldly pleasures make the soul “moist.” His brain is his heart, as what was once tepid is now impassioned and scorched in eternal, endless fire. For how much time it has passed when he felt like burning for years when the prominent clan of called the Shirai Ryu (白井流, "Style/Flow of the White Well") went beneath the trampled rubbles of extermination as castigating flames cast him in hardened plaster, his body melting within like a stew of organs and broken soul. Hardening - in his breaking, as time sharpening the time sharpens the time. Agony and tribulations of his shortcomings, loss and the inevitability of that very fear and shock rampant, painted through the look very distant and devoid of life, confirming butchered, slaughtered death of Harumi and Satoshi Hasashi. Hanzo remains dead alive, forcibly awake beneath the veil of his ebony, obsidian kamishimo.

Over the gray background of his reverie, after the tempest of all winters, Hanzo would briefly stare at the garden of delight that is Geisha’s House; turning their branches, searching for the rays of absent Sun shining relentlessly against his hardened heart and soul. His depression is a harassed feeling, and he sees the mountains in the sky; the great clouds, and the moon which has risen over the absence of the hidden moon and celestial bodies exuding such great and astonishing sense of something there he couldn’t fathom. Even when Hanzo Hasashi has seen all the unspooled violence with calm as if he had been under a demon’s spell, it’s when the night falls that he feels ugliness of vulnerability enrapture him, coaxing with its glut. 

The feeling overwhelms to leave his quiet, insignificant sanctum as he tries to understand the root of wretched idea of dominance and possession, gone beyond the entreaties of held prisoners as he wring his hands in his rage and grief. He would usher in the great silence as his pain would further decorate with desiccated leaves and branches from witnessing years of unmoving life, long perished, rotten, gone putrescent by infestation of maggots and decomposition. And through his vagabond wandering days in eternal grief and delivering well-deserved justice and honor, his intimate proximity of protection offered a front row seat to his satiated vindictive righteousness. 

His long taichi and daito remains sheathed, and despite him still levitating on hope as the fraying garment of his hope was being ripped cleanly out from under him, Hanzo could only watch with bound wrists and ankles, and his heart floats as if he’s being tasted, combined and swallowed and stolen in prolific consumption. In fabricated coolness from menacing heat of before, in stilled-warmth from wintry ice, in vivid calm from the uncertain fog as the literal proflamations shot into him as direct and decisive as an actual arrow to his heart and eyes. 

What is Hanzo Hasashi made of? Shattered glass glued together by the held stretch of time, with bits and pieces sticking out. Cut off, shaved down - once-aureate, pristine and flawless form made beautiful in every imperfection and numerous impressions etched over his heart and eye. He will eliminate uncertainty and become who he needs to be; a protector, a catalyst, a harbinger of equality and equilibrium of balance. For once he knows a thing, he cannot ever unknow it and he will continue to stand beneath a black abyss as he wears brevity on his sleeve; for it is not a choice because if it was that easy, all the humanity would choose it. 

And through being a part of Akane’s world; the part of her world that hasn’t been explored by the sun or any flower. How wonderful and sincerely grateful Hanzo becomes to have been her allegiance and worth; and only the one who would be transcended into her being - a wonderful insight to his soul which governs his heart, a morose sentiment, a beauty illuminating the stars; untamed, temperate, golden and beholding. As open passages of veins and crimson blood crisscross over his chest, and they thread into a fabric that pulses and bleeds, ensuring that he can never not care. There’s always something to beat, something that twinges, something that needs. 

Feeling. 

As Hanzo deciphers and pours the words on the page, to translate those tingles and taps inside his chest, inside his mind to ink - as once-white void of the mulberry paper and the black permanence of the ink pen makes him to reminisce and step out of this haunting, melancholic illusion, into another world; fatefully granted, yet entirely unexpected. 

For Hanzo Hasashi and Akane’s world is rooted in permanence and yet everything changes. There will be less torrents of saltwater tsunami and sanguine eruption that will break his heart again - without the venom drawn out from a wound turning gangrene, as he would wait for death to take him away. As his heartstrings come undone beneath the life scented in cherry blossoms and honey, dipped and painted in warmth as the coldness melts in her touch and caressing fingers lead his soul into the night, until they exquisitely burn out, still warm together.

He spins around and he doesn’t recognize this place anymore, though he will grow to, eventually. 

@akanenxmai​

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continued from here @death-from-below​

      The larger creature couldn’t help but chuckle as the spearfisher scrunched up, easily holding the smaller demon up with one arm as Jhin brought a hand up, sliding his mask off to make it easier for him to press a kiss to Pyke’s neck.   “Missed ya too...”  He hummed, his tongue sliding over his sensitive skin again.  “ ’s been to long..”

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continued   @death-from-below

“What’cha waitin for then?  You can take what ya like with me, no need for ‘n invitation..”  He hummed, moving his mask to the side so he could lick at the other’s mask.   Jhin was more than happy to spoil Pyke with affection, he loved seeing them happy..

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||  § ||       double whammy with both regular Jhin and Bm Bois >w>

Jhin frowned a tad, glancing out his window as the rain began to steadily pour, Kasumi curled up on the windowsill.  “He’s a rather interesting individual…  I fear I would hesitate to invite him inside, however.  Sand would get everywhere, and you, little adventurer, would probably try to steal his bandages to play with.”  He knew his kitten was resting, but still spoke about her as if she could understand.

      It was always boring without his spearfisher, even with many tasks to do, it felt dull.  “I wonder if it was you that dragged me into this body in the first place..even with your undying loyalty to me now..”

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Smooches if you’re still accepting them UwU

||  Kiss me, see how perfection tastes  ||

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              The Spearfisher had been called into the Calligrapher’s chambers with the terms of ‘as soon as possible’ which could have meant a few things; though the main two where either the larger demon was angry and in need of soothing by the only one who could get close enough,  or  the beast was hungry and only the smaller demon could satisfy his needs.

       It turned out to be closer to the first option; the large demon’s form tense even when lounging on his large bed, a look of irritation in those ice blue eyes of his; softened only slightly at the sight of his little inky demon.  “C’mere.”  he murmured, holding an arm out so he could pick the other up, resting them on top of himself.  

   Wordlessly, Jhin pulled Pyke close, kissing their mask.  He seemed content with just that, which was unusual; clearly something was bothering him.

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Hearts plz? UwU

|| Artistic Opinions reprise ||         regular top, BM bot

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT:  💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT:  💗💗💗💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

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demon smooches >:3

|| Kisses ||

The larger demon chuckled as Pyke crawled up into his lap, their claws resting on his chest as they moved in for a smooch.  Well who was he to deny them that?  With a smirk Jhin shifted his mask aside and moved a hand up, rather carefully gripping their jaw to unhinge the smooth, teeth filled maw of their mask, giving a proper kiss to his inky little bodyguard.

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ah, fuck it - demon smooches

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The pair of demons had been wrestling around for quite a few hours now, call it sparring, playing, flirting, who really knew the reason.

            All that was certain was that Jhin was loving this; honestly finding sparing with the spearfisher like this quite a lot of fun~                     Sure the physical prowess of the pair was undeniable just by looking at either demon, the deliberation in their movements, the flex and strain of muscles and fabric as their bodies met; each attempting to overpower the other without causing much harm to their close friend.     It was honestly mesmerizing.

         The calligrapher’s mask had been knocked off or cast aside ages ago, giving Pyke an easy opening and quite the view of the larger demon’s grin, ice blue eyes filled to the brim with an eager energy and amusement.                Eventually, whether it be from over exertion or simply a misstep on Jhin’s part, Pyke managed to get him on the ground, his back pinned to a large stump with the smaller being sitting proudly atop his form.     Without a word from either, the other’s mask unhinged and the kiss began, broken a short while later for playful bites or licks to necks or cheeks before the larger being pulled them back in for another, hungrier kiss.

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The demon grabs hold of the other's leg, grinding against it to get his point across.

The larger demon looked down at his little friend and smirked, sitting himself down for the other to climb up onto his lap.  “Needin’ a lil somethin’?”  He asked, leaning in to press kisses and light licks along the other’s neck.

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continued from here  @death-from-below​

“I s’pose you have a point..“  He hummed, however he made no move to get up, instead he moved to press a few kisses along his smaller companion's throat.  “When the meeting is done...maybe we’ll just come back here.. How’s that sound?“

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💬 (bm bois >v>)

||  Artistic Opinions  ||

i hate you | i don’t like you | i don’t care about you | i don’t know you | i know you | i look at you from afar | you’re my friend | you’re my best friend | you’re like family | i care for you | i love you

i want to:

kill you | punch you | ignore you | know more about you | be friends with you | hang out with you | hug you | kiss you

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BM bois! >:3

|| Does Spook ship it || BM Pyke x BM Jhin

NOTP || Just no || Meh || Neutral || Good Potential || Ship it || OTP || JUST FUCK ALREADY

{  like I know we’re workin on it but plz just fuk already u two  }

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(Blood Moon!Au) The ink demon walked up to the other masked individual, hunched over as usual. He sniffed them for a moment, before glancing up in confusion. "Y-ya look familiar..."

The masked creature glanced down as the hunched over demon approached, eyes narrowing as he was sniffed.                “Haven’t seen one like you ‘round here before..”   The larger demon murmured, getting down low to get a better look at the other.   “….Inky..”

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~♫ ;v;

|| Force the Phantom to sing for you ||  { BM verse, for something new~  >w> }  🎶

“  I can feel the animal insideMy resolve is weakeningPounding on the doors of my mindIts nearly overpoweringI cannot begin to describeThe hunger that I feel againRun if you intend to surviveFor the beast is coming to life

Taking more than a glimmer of this tainted moonlightDeath approaches on this night

For the animals soul is mineWe will be completed right before your eyesI have no control this timeAnd now we both shall dine in Hell tonight  “

            The demon grinned wickedly before sliding his mask back into place, slowly stepping closer to the spearfisher as his melody continued.

“  I can feel the calling againThe primal need is filling meChanges are about to beginAnd now my blood is boiling-  “

Within an instant, he was far to close for either of their comforts, darkened clawtips pressed the other demon’s chest, piercing blue eyes glinting in the reddened moonlight of the Blood Moon. “  We begin the hunt tonightTil the power courses the creatures take flightWhen the kill is close and I will be satisfiedFor the smell of fear tonightWakes an ancient lust that will not be deniedYou’re mine-  “

       No warning was given, nor an explanation as those claws gripped at the fabric of the demon’s top.

“  For the animals soul is mineWe will be completed right before your eyesI have no control this timeAnd now we both shall dine in Hell tonight  “

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‘sweet affection’ (BM)

||  Sweet nothings with a murder  ||     {  BM Addition  }     {  Roll: 15  }

The pair of demons had finished a rather successful hunt, and had decided to rest somewhere, the larger curled rather protectively around the smaller of the pair.                   After a while of peaceful slumber, Jhin lazily opened his eyes, glancing around at his surroundings before attempting to get up.  His progress was halted, feeling a small weight shifting against his chest before he could move.  Upon looking down, he caught sight of the ink demon cuddled against him, still sleeping soundly.       The larger demon smiled, letting himself relax as he simply watched Pyke sleep, the gentle rise and fall of his smaller form with each breath, it was oddly soothing for him.

                                   He didn’t think anything of it, leaning down to press a small kiss to the top of the Spearfisher’s head before nestling close, letting himself fall back asleep.