#distortedkilling \ mahito

[saiakv]

Cont from x. / @distortedkilling

In the very distant past, the onmyoji can faintly recall a time when curses had been a topic of ever expanding interest. Those days were part of a different world, at a time when their understanding of life was so frugal; for they were still tiny, as a snake after its first few sheds. And their first incarnations had palmed at the concept in an exploratory fashion as instinctively as the newborn cradles its own limbs. On one part of the scale, a cursed spirit was much more potent than mundane creatures to explore — and yet they were so limited in every other way. So they would invest in prying, prodding, stretching them thin as a thread and weaving them anew until one day, they had exhausted every plausible outcome.

Curses were just a byproduct, in the end.

And yet Kenjaku noticed the skin they wore reflexively shiver with this one's manifestation. That hunch prompts them to move aside; but it is a step that was never taken. To the onlooker, it happens within seconds; a bundle of hair and flesh taking form out of the nothingness and then the hungry palm reaches out to steal life from god's grip. A sudden lunge forth has the disheveled spirit close the distance between them. And for once, Mahito's touch connects.

The robes scrunch around his fingers, giving shape to Geto's form. Unmoving, the sorcerer lets him feel hard skin under the fabrics, lets him relish in that glimmer of hope ; he touched him! A resounding silence falls heavy over the scene. The seconds afforded to broaden this poor creature's understanding of the situation ( Kenjaku considers it generous on his part ) stretch between them in what feels like an eternal staredown; tranquility swimming in that amethyst gaze and Mahito staring back like a rabid animal thrashing itself against the cage.

And then— a palm rakes through unruly tufts of grey-white and settles on the spirit's head — in the same way one might pat their dog. As if pulled up by invisible threads, the corners of his lips curl, until they pull back to reveal the wolf's teeth. Kenjaku's smile is as carefree as always.

❝ What's the problem, Mahito? You can't possibly be that upset over something you had foreseen. ❞ The tender touch is a stark juxtaposition to the gravity holding Mahito down like an invisible anchor around the neck. If he wanted to be honest, the sorcerer had not predicted this reaction. Every curse in the user's arsenal is perfectly subdued and non-violent towards its captor. And albeit that smidgen of surprise was perfectly concealed under mock affection, Kenjaku was intrigued.

❝ I have removed your autonomy when it comes to transfiguring others by curbing your cursed energy to about ten percent of the output you reached after fighting Yuji Itadori. ❞ The explanation is almost blatantly dry. His gaze lingers on the curse's face for a moment longer, wondering if Mahito would keep testing his patience. ❝ You can still alter the shape of your soul, though. ❞ Subtly, his fingers curl around a strand of hair, knowing the curse can do naught but stay prostrated and at most resist the pull when he gently urges him to turn aside and witness the lock on that box.

❝ Turn yourself into a key for me. ❞

[ebbing-terror]

How did Lynn and Junpei become friends?

They met at a movie store! Lynn was working there at the time when Junpei came in looking for an old horror movie, Texas Chainsaw Slaughter. As it happens, it's one of Lynn's all-time favorite horror films and she and Junpei shared the opinion that it's the only good movie of the series. They hit it off right away because of their shared interest in horror movies and also, when Lynn smiled widely at Junpei he enthusiastically admired her fangs, accepting a part of Lynn most people are put off by.

☆Behind the scenes☆!!!: Funny enough, I really didn't intend for Lynn and Junpei to be such good friends! When I first put Lynn into the jjk world all I knew was I wanted to pair her with Mahito. I thought to myself 'Oh, well she'd like horror movies.' Then I remembered 'Oh, hey, so does Junpei! What if they were friends?' And from there the rest of the story unfolded into 'Well, she'd notice when Junpei dissappeared, what if that's how she got mixed up with Mahito?' Since then I've really built a complex, complicated, adorable and tragic friendship between the two!

I breifly debated having it to where Lynn and Junpei went to the same school but I thought that might be too cliché. Besides, if they did go to the same school Lynn would've known about Junpei's bullying and dealt with it a long time ago, then how would Mahito have fit into the picture?

[kumoofthemaken]

@distortedkilling asked the prince:

"Pspspspspspsp--" The curse can be found perched not too far away, his eyes directly set on the sword-man.

The Demon Swordsman remained where he stood, one hand casually cupping a hip. Weight shifted to one side - even when his form always seemed so weightless.

Jade eyes devoid of emotion found ones of mismatched hues, reflecting nothing of the mischievous malice within. And yet, no words came from behind the Misterian's mask, either. It was almost as though he was completely refusing to engage with the curse - an utter and total lack of interest.

A lack of patience. Even the deepest wells eventually ran dry.

"I forewarn you, one last time." His voice rang out in a droning, hollow monotone. "I have grown weary of your blather."

For twelve years he had suffered Gaudium. For twelve long, long years he put up with the Lords but now? He had no more obligation to entertain beasts. He was no longer forced to turn a blind eye, to close his ears - to turn the other cheek.

The grand plan that shackled him yet? It did not demand this one to be spared.

The eyes that once shone verdant were pale, ghastly white. He was almost curious just how little self-preservation the cursed being possessed.

[hunting-songs]

@distortedkilling started following you ! Badump.Badump. Badump. Tokyo was loud, not only from people, but from everything around them. At day the city was a storm of life, every single second was filled with noises that digged, digged, digged deeper into Senrotsus ears until she stuffed her ears with wax as if she was part of the Argonauts, trying not to lose herself against in the noise and throw herself into the deadly waters to drown. Badump.Badump. Badump. At night the city was not sleeping and never resting, yet the noises had changed: It was not a storm of sounds coming to drown her at every second, but it was a blubbering rising of the water of sounds that would stroke around her chin almost gently, ready to swallow her. Badump.Badump. Badump. Still, Senritsu preferred the night- more because she could not fall asleep anyway with the night so loud, yet the air was more cold at this time so a walk was as refreshing as a gulp of icy water. Badump.Badump. Badump. She had heard- quite literally, the rushing of trees was easy to make out between the clanking of metal and buzzing of electronics- that there was a park near her hotel, so the woman aimed through the Labyrinth of streets for this quiet peacful rushing that might was a park or maybe just a bench under the trees. Badump.Badump. Badump. The woman stopped, just for a moment, to tilt her head to the side and listen more keenly. She had listened too all the walking-melodys of everyone in the net streets, only for have one of those melodys to change into something more lightly,something that sounded like a dance. Accompanied by the painful groaning and crying of other people, who were not walking, who sounded disorted as if ripped appart, whos voices did not echoed in the space of a proper chest but wrongly, who sounded in pain, pain ,pain , but also wrong, wrong, wrong.

Senritsu did her very best to walk faster.

[terroreigns]

@distortedkilling asked the Troupemaster:

The curse stared at the bouquet of contorted flesh he had made, body horror that mocked flowers. Anarchy was neither gender really but in that sense technically could be both, right?

Hm.

There's only one thing to do.

First, show Herba his version of flowers because she'll totally dig it (not). Then rush to the chaos deity themselves. Except not as expected. From above the bouquet was lowered by an elongated Mahito, his middle grotesquely stretched as he dangled upside-down to offer the fleshy gift to Anarchy.

"Happy!" That's it. The gift is deposited before he begins condensing his body, retreating upwards from where he came from. Scuttling away, the curse promptly then dropped down and walked the rest of the way out of the room. Completely unnecessary.

"EUUUHHH! GROSS!" Herba, as expected, only recoiled in disgust at such a blatant mockery of form and function. Wide crimson eyes framed by downturned brows, she shuffled aside at an increased pace. A scornful glare continued to track the curse's movements that only communicated, don't you have anything better to do?!

Unfortunately for the Verdanian, her opinion on matters was no longer at the forefront of importance - something she no doubt seethed about.

Waiting for Mahito to no longer pay attention, she made a gesture of squeezing her shoulders tightly, then jerking them violently to symbolize bones breaking. Not that being ensnared in her new pet's coils would do the shapeshifting wretch any harm, but a woman was allowed her fantasies, especially on such a day.

Anarchy themself was far more receptive. Gazing upward to meet the newest addition to the Troupe, a beaming smile took its place upon pale features, cold eyes alight with a gleeful spark that only rivaled the crazed look in mismatched orbs.

The avatar's gaze shifted from the young curse to the gift held in his arms before lifting a gloved hand to receive it as it was promptly depositied into their lap. A moment of silence, a truly pensive expression painted on the magician's face before their voice erupted in a resounding squeal of joy.

"KAWAII!!!"

They deserved one another, alright.

[saiakv]

Which mouth —

[ebbing-terror]

Junpei telling Lynn to come get her man.

your boyfriend got caught in my flypaper again please come and get him i don't want to touch him he's really gross and he keeps crying

[kazeofthemagun]

@distortedkilling asked the summoner:

Oh? He's asleep? Mahito tosses up a small transfigured human, his hand already having morphed into a crude bat as hit it hard into the direction of the sleeping Unlimited.

Alas - the Weapon made to hunt a single thing had keen senses. The scent of the curse registered long before the beast's hand ever raised.

And so, before the projectile could strike the slumbering summoner - his own hand shot up, catching the shrivelled mass as effortlessly as one would catch a tennis ball.

And then he crushed it.

The Demon Gun's glare blazed in his visible eye, vying for slaughter.

[ebbing-terror]

So The Random HeadCanon Generator Was Alot of Fun!

Let's start with Lynn!!

- Lynn enjoys doing taxes (She likes doing them incorrectly. TAX FRAUD!!!)

-Lynn watched the sonic movie. (She did and has OPINIONS about the sequel.)

-Lynn has an embarrassing old deviant art account. (Ayo this is getting meta xD)

-Lynn gets into Twitter discourse. (She's a full time Mahito-defender. She will protect her hubby's honor. She's been banned 63 times, she's going for 69.)

-If Lynn was presented with an intergalactic portal, they would enter it without question. (She absolutely would. Junpei would fight tooth and nail to try to stop her but end up getting pulled in too)

-Lynn sings in the shower. (Yes.)

-Lynn will go feral. Watch out. (Shes feral 25/8)

-Lynn is very good at using chopsticks. (Even before moving to Japan)

-Lynn always has a knife on them. (Canon.)

-Lynn forgets to eat sometimes. (All the time. Either she'll forget or she'll eat like 3 pears and tell everyone she ate.)

-Lynn believes in ghosts and insists on trying to summon one at every sleepover. (Obviously. Let her summon her hubby, guys, it's no big deal! he's so funny!!😫😫😫)

-Lynn steals other peoples clothes. (Junpei's. )

-Lynn has a pet lizard. (The lizard in question:)

JUNPEI'S TURN!!!!

-Junpei is smart but also very stupid. (I mean-👀👀👀)

-Junpei gets road rage. (He gets road TERROR. LYNN IS DRIVING!!!)

-Junpei has a mary sue oc. (No comment xD)

-Junpei is a horrible liar.

-Junpei almost drank the lethal dosage of caffine once. (Can you blame him? The boy is TIRED and STRESSED Tbh he was probably trying to substitute coffee for Cigarettes at the time. xD)

-Junpei would succumb to the fog.

-Junpei is a top. (DEBATABLE 👀👀👀 It depends.)

-Junpei knows fnaf lore. (Ofc he does.)

-Junpei has been canceled on Twitter. (He was being a Lynn apologist and has been deemed a simp. Cancled for his association with Mahito.)

-Junpei is a very good singer. (He's too shy to sing infront of ppl but yes.)

-Junpei is unemployed. (But he's been ProMoTed To be Mahito's elite EmPloYeE xD. He watches Lynn while Mahito is away. He doesn't get payed.)

-Junpei is afraid to close their eyes in the shower. (BECAUSE OF MAHITO!!!)

-Junpei has chronic nightmares. (BECAUSE OF MAHITO!!! Every moment of his life is a nightmare. Except when he's hanging out with Lynn. )

-Junpei steals other people's clothes. (Lynn's. He also stole his mom's jacket ofc.)

-Junpei wears Hello Kitty socks. (They're Lynn's Keroppi socks. He stole them.)

-If someone they knew commited a crime, Junpei would cover for them. (He does this for Lynn on a daily basis. )

-Junpei cracks their knuckles very loudly. (Boy is gonna get arthritis but its okay bc he won't live long enough to deal with it.)

-It would not take much for Junpei to turn evil.

@distortedkilling thought this would give you a chuckle. uwu 🩵🩵🩵

[kumoofthemaken]

@distortedkilling asked the prince:

❝ you seemed troubled in your sleep, even for you. nightmares? ❞  the curse murmured in a tone that was as soft as the smile he wore.

He knew he couldn't get away with going unnoticed by this one, even whilst they slept. But he could appear concerned, crouched at a distance and clearly meaning no harm. A lone wanderer that has just seemingly stumbled upon the other, enough to warrant suspicion and then what? Mahito was curious to find out.

"...And you are?"

Oh no, the prince was not sleeping. At least not anymore. It was difficult to meditate himself to dreamless sleep - and, well, whenever he failed to do so, he found himself staring down a pair of pale, blue eyes.

Paler than his comrade's ocean that he had come to know. Its waves may be violent, ruffled; White Cloud himself knew well the taste of wrath and pain. But that was not the only thing beneath the tides. Black Wind was.... his brother, not in Mist, but a brother nonetheless. As much as they warred at times, it was his flame that kept his soul from freezing.

Those deathly hues he saw beneath his lids harbored no such warmth. No matter which form that beast took. They were both the same. So different, so starkly warped, and yet -

"You sure did behave yourself for a long time there, didn't you..?"

He shuddered. A swallow bulged his throat, held breath released with a metallic hiss out the vents of his mask.

There was something about this stranger that was making the Cloud wildly uncomfortable. Jade orbs narrowed beneath locks of snow - though his arms were crossed, the Demon Weapon sleeping at his back could spring to life in a heartbeat.

And whenever it did, typically, another life ended.

"I do not appreciate being watched, Traveler. Name yourself and state your intentions. Now."

[saiakv]

@distortedkilling

honey come feel my femoral artery

[clown-demon]

There's a moment where Mahito is clearly skeptical of this news. Judging by how she eyes Nikolai's lack of badonks. She thought breasts were drinks themselves during certain stages of life, namely pregnancy. This was news.

"Consider me intrigued but reasonably suspicious. Reveal to me this secret technique."

@distortedkilling

"Oh I gladly will. One moment~." Nikolai took out a McDonalds soda from his cape and then walked over to her. He placed the cup on her boobs and let go, where it stayed there. The straw in perfect place to be sipped upon without moving.

He gestures at the display. "See~? And you can drink-- hands free~!"

[saiakv]

My favorite little swiss-knife — disperse yourself into a dozen thousand arms for your senpai, real quick. // @distortedkilling

[saiakv]

@distortedkilling

TBH I love rarepairs and crackships that you'd never expect and are the result of a pair of rp partners having accidentally let the characters vibe in a scene next to one another too long and sexual tension developed.

[saiakv]

The curse flays himself open until all the layers of grotesquely shaped meat have been pulled back to reveal all the inner organs he had no real need for. Fit together so neatly as if he always possessed a human body. Ribs cradled lungs he made use of for the fun of it (because of course he practiced all day using them!), and nestled within sat a single beating heart.

"As humans say on the internet... rate my body?" Mahito grinned where he laid, having been lounging there for an ungodly amount of time until Geto-kun returned. Daintily he trailed his fingers over the heart, "After-all, I made it just for you~!"

His fingerpad lingers on the page corner, slipping from its gloss as an abrupt entrance abducts his attention from whimsical gossip. As the tabloid lowers under his nose, a cool gaze travels up the form casting a shadow over his chaise lounge. He watches in cold silence; speckles of gooey purple transfigured into crimson to immitate the very life giving blood a curse normally leeches from.

From that distance, the viscera sits amidst flayed skin with a variety of color and size mixing into the shock factor that could quickly throw off the average onlooker into thinking it real. But, Geto's keen glare notes infinitesimal touches that betray the process of this immitation's creation. Suddenly, the suspicious tranquility of those past few hours can be explained. Mahito must have spent some time closely observing cadaver.

Under a quirked brow, he unravels the creative re-imagining of entrails as coiling snakes and lungs like bugs with folded wings — as perfect as the plastic bits of an anatomy model and yet somehow off. Violets still over the beating heart that clearly seems to pose the highlight of the curse's work. But since it is as unessential as everything else about this doughy carcass given form, its rhythm isn't exactly indicative of life. Rather, it is moving in an even cadence, the irony of it existing in something like Mahito sufficing to earn a soft hum of amusement from the lounging curse user.

So much poetry has been written for the human heart; but at its core, it's just a chunk of muscle.

After a moment of silent contemplation, the tabloid is folded over and placed by his hip, legs slipping off the seat & painted toenails wiggling to the pair of beach sandals by his side.

❝ I will try to be objective, Mahito-kun. It's a solid seven. ❞ It's impossible to tell whether the smirk playing on his lips is meant to be a reassurance or a provocation. He leans back, hair falling over the arm that supports his slouched weight.

❝ You're saying it's mine to do with as I please? ❞ A soft tap; he pats the spot next to him on the chaise lounge. ❝ Come here. I will rearrange your guts properly. ❞

[saiakv]

The moment Geto-kun dodges an egg, there's a curse ready and waiting with his mouth open to receive it. Best not wasted, right?

❝ Ah, we live in strange times - a curse acting smarter than a human. But then again ... you are special, Mahito, correct ? ❞ From the fabric folds, he procurs a napkin to gently dab the small splash of raw egg white on the curse's skin.