#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. ❞

[kazeofthemagun]

@distortedkilling asked the summoner:

"What's that?" A finger pointed to the golden coffin on the man's arm. It felt like something was alive in there, something was beating in the same way a heart pumped blood or a soul pulsed with emotions.

There's this essence of negativity that oozes off the man, enough to catch the curse's attention and draw him out of whatever sewer he had been lingering in. This was new. Just what results would this stranger produce, he wondered.

A sense of disequilibrium permeated the air, a scent that the Hunter did not much.. approve of.

The question passed without an answer, a towering frame of black, gold and crimson whipping around faster than his size may have suggested. Cape flaring open like some sort of parachute as the Wind leapt several feet up into the air and backwards, putting a healthier amount of distance between himself and the evil spirit.

And then -

BA-BA-BABANG! A howl of gunfire and rattle of spent casings. The Hunter did not miss the shots he took, considering what he was in the first place.

[strywoven]

@distortedkilling has requested a story :

Slides a cupcake over to Kaen. Except... it doesn't quite look right. And it's... angulating. A transfigured human, no doubt. Condensed and reshaped into a tasty looking treat. He even added icing and sprinkles!! And if that wasn't tasty enough, the poor soul was sweating... oh, right-- crying. It was crying. For added flavor!

Mahito rested his chin on the table and smiled wide. Of course they'd receive his gift well!

���𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Long has it been since this god-curse thought to consider the company of own kind ( verily , it shows for the way once-mighty instincts have been smothered & forced dulled , for how brazen brilliance has gone dormant ; for humanity , it says , as if it could ever truly play the part ) .  And one might think the pair of them dichotomous ; opposed , in truth , but it is their differences which has founded a f r u i t f u l accord.  Mahito is … Quite something , if Kaen had to describe him.  In the short time they have known him , he has become something of a LIFELINE , a reminder of precisely who and what they ought to be ( each encounter proves temptation stronger , the favor blessed upon humanity growing further & further distant every time mahito manages to provoke the misguided god’s true nature ) .

This , too , seems just another one of Mahito’s gestures to goad them into returning to NATURAL COURSE ( always so adamant , he is , but isn’t that what a friend is for ? ) .  His smile is met with a suspicious l e e r from the already wary redhead.  Kaen regards him with a narrow-eyed scrutiny before glancing down upon the confection resting between them , writhing and silently sobbing as if STILL LIVING .

Ugh , how unpleasant !

Yet , there w a s a time when they consumed whole the being of man ( soul & all ) ; they are not so innocent as they presume to be , they are not without their violent histories.  And rather than chastise him , they remain remarkably contemplative , quiet , their gut churning not with disgust … BUT HUNGER ( one which has gone neglected for well over a millennia ) .  Something in them , they realize , has already begun to change ( to be restored ) .  So , what would it hurt to finally , after so very long , EAT & BE SATED ?

Still they hesitate , the conflict within an ongoing misery as they tentatively reach for the cupcake and lift it ; that in itself AN ACCEPTANCE .  ❝ Y’really shouldn’t have … ❞ They mutter , giving it a disconcerted look before – in single bite – SWALLOWING IT WHOLE ( oh dear , did they even chew ? ) .  As it settles into the pit of them , the poor thing looks like they might very well be s i c k .  After all , they just decidedly did away with their self-imposed oath to never consume humans.  Reconciling that truth against the sudden surge of queer e l a t i o n and r e l i e f is a difficult thing.  Kaen takes a shuddering breath , expelling it heavily in smoke-cinder , their faux human complexion coming ALIGHT with beaming grin all sharp and sinister as they speak ,  ❝ Oh , wow , that’s not so bad at all ! ❞  See ?  They’re l e a r n i n g .  They lean towards him , burning sapphire gaze flickering with renewed vitality ( like a snuffed flame suddenly flourishing back to life ) , ❝ … Is there more ? ❞  Voice is low , caught between a hum and a growl ; eager , excitable.

[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.

[limitlessscion]

He's practically buzzing. Look at that, the curse was not only on time but early. He must really want to go on their little day trip. Surely he behaved himself today at least for this.

He's almost going to feel bad about exorcising this one once he figures out how.

Satoru felt its cursed energy approaching with all the output and dangerous edge of a Special Grade, but he did not feel the thrill of anticipated battle and bloodlust as he would have once done at such an approach. He felt hardly anything at all. He mused if he'd become the proverbial frog in the pot as his life filled with more non-human companions and the rich inner worlds of spirits have become a norm. Maybe this was inevitable for one as isolated from humanity as he.

Satoru was not one to stay silent and he made idle conversation as he walked and trusted it to follow. Such outing were, frankly, irresponsible and dangerous, but Satoru's curiosity mirrored the spirit's own and he held the arrogance of a man who knew he could keep the situation under control.

Besides, he argued, this was a kind of containment. The creature stayed under his watchful eye, and he distracted it with things other than potential violence.

"I'm starting with shaved ice today." It was pretty typical for Satoru to both start and end on dessert. "It's actually more about the texture and the experience of it than taste, though taste is still an important aspect of it. Hmmm..."

He turned to look at his strange companion, cupping his chin thoughtfully with one hand. "How do you experience human food anyways? It doesn't provide you any sustenance that I'm aware of." If it's not simply filling, then there had to be an aspect of enjoyment. What an odd thought, for a creature made of negative emotions to have the capacity for such things. "Does it taste good to you, or is it simply for the experience?"

[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.

[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 🩵🩵🩵

[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]

@distortedkilling

honey come feel my femoral artery

[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."

[strywoven]

@distortedkilling has requested a story : "Hm..." The curse had been staring down at Kaen for a good bit, a thoughtful expression upon his face as he pondered things one should never hear about.

As if coming to some kind of conclusion he nodded silently to himself and proceeded to plant his hands on their waist. Silently he picked Kaen up into the air and... seemingly did nothing else. Watching instead, as if curious about how they'd react.

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Not all too uncommon an occurrence ( kaen has indeed become rather acquainted with the creeping sensation of mahito’s stare ; the sense of being scrutinized & studied by him is one increasingly frequent the more they indulge their truer aspects with his none-too-careful guidance ) .  Perhaps such is why the elder entity hardly so much as flinches under his gaze , instead straightening further , hoisting chin h i g h e r to level him in turn with a GLARE of their own.  Wordless is the question , unspoken goes the query : what is it THIS time ?

 W h a t he is precisely thinking is , even still , very much beyond them.  Perhaps for the BETTER , they realize.  After all , do they r e a l l y want to be made privy to his machinations after having seen his nature and known his intentions ?  … Yes , actually , they would like to ( & ought not friends be honest with one another ? kaen themself has certainly abided by such a rule thus far , so it seems fair , it seems owed that he might do the same — ) .  Damned be the fact this insufferable curiosity ( the urge , the instinctive need for more ) is the VERY THING which brought them to his company in the first place.  And in truth , though their virtuous morality has always r e c o i l e d against him , they do not once regret indulging him.

❝ Can I help y— HEY ! ❞  Startled by the motion , the smaller creature w r i g g l e s in his grasp.  To no avail.  The cask is designed to defend , not attack ( what a pity that they conceal their strength for the sake of humanity & for what ? ) .  Frustrated , Kaen g r o w l s , pointed teeth gritting and baring at the other , red mane sparking and fuming in furls of fire ( quite the display ; how predictable that someone so little would be such a touchy hothead ) .  Even so , despite this , they look quite a lot like a wee d o l l , with petite figure hoisted so easily aloft in his grasp.  Their ego burdens the wound of such i r r e v e r e n c e , but then … This does not seem all that out of character for him.  Kaen frowns , sulking in his hold with crossed arms and slight pout , though makes no move to get away nor reprimand him.  ❝ D’you fuckin’ MIND ?  Is there a reason fer this or are y’jus’ bein’ a twat again ? ❞

[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~!"