#hollowghouluta

[gelum-lumen]

@hollowghouluta | Cont. from here

“I’d sooner die than be a slave to anything.” The burns of those particular shackles are still a fresh memory. “Only those of such weak fortitude would succumb to something so base as hunger.”

“Bossing you around?” He raises a brow at what he assumes to be a challenge, smirking. “A fools errand. You seem the type who hates taking orders.” A step closer, a wicked sneer stretching across his lips as he towers over the ghoul. “It’d be easier to break you.”

[durativo]

hollowghouluta replied to your post: i keep thinking of a joke involving nero but none...

I wanna know :3

Why can’t Nero play baseball?

He doesn’t know where home is.

[dantes--rebellion]

“✍” For V please

Send “✍” for a short, handwritten message from my muse to yours || @symphonicreminiscence

[devilglow]

'✐' (For V. It would be cool if it could be funny in a Nero fashion ^^)

WRITTEN NOTES | NOT ACCEPTING | @hollowghouluta 

[fragilehunter]

hollowghouluta replied to your post: //Me, watching John Wick 2: ,,,, DMC Constantine...

I could easily see a Constantine DMC AU.

//I should NOT be encouraged 

[furvus-eques]

==> Act: Become V's guardian for finding a way to recover his deteriorating body.

“Certainly!”

[yamatodadarchive-blog]

“Can’t sleep?” (From V)

Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night. 

“Awaiting my sentence.”

“Surely, your friends won’t let me walk free, after all that happened here.”

‘Not all that happened.’

‘But, all that you’ve done.’

Bitter thoughts swirled in his mind; suffocating and shamefully fearful.

He could beat them. He could vanish, again. But, for what purpose?

Vergil looked at the man that supposedly embodied everything good in him, and he did not see even a shred of himself.

He saw V’s determination to set things right; even at the cost of his life.

He saw Nero carrying him on his shoulder, like a beloved comrade.

He saw them all; talking and laughing; a patchwork family, fearless in their unity.

And he was not there.

He, was the enemy.

[philonob]

What platform do you stream from? I'd like to watch when you're on.

I stream at picarto! I don’t do streams often but every now and then when I have time and energy :’)

[insomniasprince]

💗

@symphonicreminiscence

“Hey you don’t have to kiss me just because I took you fishing.” He chuckled lightly, But kissed the other back softly. “I;m glad you had fun though,”

[florence-midknight]

Insane: I’ll write my character is insane inside asylum and yours is the doctor, vice versa. (I'm curious to see what you'll come up with. Either direction is fine)

Darkness. Bakura had known the darkness for millennia. He had danced with the darkness, and flirted with the darkness and the danger within. Once, the darkness had been at his beck and call, flitting around his fingers and waiting only to be told who to destroy.

However, the years had worn away at him and the darkness had gone from his tool, his servant…to his captor, tormentor. The voices in his head had turned from whispers and purrs to screaming and screeching.

Over the years, he had felt his sanity ebbing and fading like waves upon the shore of his life.

Once, one of the most powerful beings to walk the earth, a devil, now he was trapped in a tiny steel box with only the darkness and the voices. The same four walls, the same darkness, the same thing every day.

Except his appointed doctor. It was the one thing that he had begun to look forward to. Having had multiple doctors over the years he had been in this place, Bakura had his favourites. But none like the doctor looking after him now.

Perhaps because the man seemed like he contained the same darkness that Bakura did. Something behind those carmine eyes made the darkness inside of Bakura flicker and storm. Every time they were in the same room, the white haired male could almost taste a ghost of that power on his tongue. The doctor was his own kind of devil, an alluring one.

He heard the lock tumble and lifted his head as the door swung open. As the doctor stepped in, Bakura felt that familiar swell of power within him and sat up straighter on his bed.

“Hello doctor,” he purred, pushing his shaggy hair from his face. But the doctor only gave him a small smile before sitting in the only chair in the cell.

“Nice to see you again, Bakura. Should we continue where we left off yesterday? You were telling me about your life from ancient Egypt.”

It was his truth that everyone saw as insanity and lies. They didn’t know that his true insanity lay beneath the surface of his devilish facade. If he could get a grasp on his power once again, he would tear down every wall in this place and bring hell about with him. But trying to grasp that power was like trying to grasp at smoke.

Despite the looks and the things the people said about him in this place, the doctor across from him had the same cool face that Bakura found himself wearing. They were kindred spirits and Bakura could almost feel a thread pulling him, strangling his heart in his chest.

He leaned forward and smirked, placing his hands flat on the bed beside him.

“I’m always the one doing the talking. Why don’t you tell me more about yourself, doctor.”

The man looked up from his notes, cocking a perfect brow. It made that tugging in Bakura’s chest grow worse.

“That isn’t how this works and you know it.”

“But it could. We don’t have to listen to all the rules,” Bakura purred before leaning forward a bit more. “Quid pro quo. I tell you something, you tell me something. Deal?”

He held out a pale, bony hand in offering towards the doctor. Part of it went along with his promise of a deal, however…

Part of it was that Bakura wanted to feel what the other’s skin felt like, if it was as soft and smooth as it looked. And, if he could just touch the other, maybe that tugging would be explained. Maybe that flicker of darkness in him would become something more…

It was a moment before the doctor even seemed to respond, shifting forward slightly as he extended his hand towards the male before him. He went slowly, akin to reaching out to touch a poisonous viper. But, after a few moments, their skin touched and their eyes met as the doctor finally answered Bakura’s question.

“Deal.”

And with it, the deal with the devil was struck.

@hollowghouluta

[gelum-lumen]

Fusion + hollowghouluta (Not my V muse.)

Send me Fusion+(a url) and I will fuse my muse with that character

Their beauty is undeniable yet indefinitive. Long lashes, longer limbs, and a  cheshire smile. They love to hide, be it behind a mask or a lie, but when they look out into the world bare faced and deceptively calm their blackened eyes and grayed irises can only captivate. Long white hair billows past their shoulders almost as if to distract from the sigils of gods both wrathful and dead shaven into their skull. 

Their voice is taunting, teasing, steady and brisk like lilacs in the wind or the swinging edge of a balanced blade. No one knows for whom their bell tolls until the bell does toll then the room scatters. They are unchanging and ever present, unwavering yet shroud in shadows.

Their name is Unmei, your destiny unchanging and terrifying.

[durativo]

(For V) 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Send 💋 to get a kiss from my muse. The more 💋💋 the more effort my muse has to put into the kiss. Careful, the more kisses the more it heads to NSFW.

His hands round the man’s body, over his shoulders, carefully running against his neck, and slowly he presses a kiss at his forehead, one on his eyelid, against his nose, against his cheek and then his lips, over his chin, and down the hollow of his throat, nipping with his teeth carefully and soft.

[criimsoncloud]

I love the way you write V. I have trouble finding his voice sometimes and you just nail it.

askbox is always open! ;; w ;;

awwww thank you so much! ;; w ;; I very much appreciate it, and I’m glad to know that I’m succeeding in keeping him in character, even though I’ve been delving in more cracky threads lately, rather than the serious threads that I started this blog with. ;; u ;;

I think part of the way I find V’s voice is because he’s my only muse at the moment - I used to run a second blog, while V was supposed to be my low activity muse… but, erm. I guess my angry uncle Jiang Cheng just sat down and decided to let the youngster have his fun instead ;; w ;;

And, at least the way I’ve been writing V, he reminds me of my first few muses I used to RP as, and I have plucked a few things from them to inject into V - and one of the biggest muse influences on V is actually my first muse I had on tumblr… a certain tragic, black/white haired, literature loving muse named Kaneki Ken LOL–! ;; w ;;

his dialogue, imo, is one of the hardest things to figure out because there’s a cadence in the way V speaks. there are certain… breaks in his lines where V deliberates his words - one thing that really helps me figure out this pattern is actually reciting what I’m about to say out loud, and then matching it to the way V speaks in game. (Also, that’s why I take a while with my replies; I actually sit there and say what I wrote as V’s dialogue ;; u ;;)

[dantes--rebellion]

💗 (For the boi, V you already know)

💗 send if you’re open to the possibility of a romantic ship eventually happening between our muses || @symphonicreminiscence

Heck yee!

[archivemtc45rabbit]

@hollowghouluta asked:

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Without his gloves pressing on a certain nerve (the only nerve still alive in his hands), his hands will shake uncontrollably.

That's why Jyuto wears any form of gloves or something that presses on that one nerve. He loathes how he has no control over his own body, and once he found a 'solution' (re: a temporary fix), he abuses it.

In one thread, he accepts this and will get it fix; but most of the time he'll ignore his own pain, nerves, suffering etc in favour of brute-forcing himself into his ultimate goal.

Send 💥 for a headcanon I’ve always wanted to talk about, but haven’t had the chance to yet.

[militibus-ex-umbra]

EMPLOY :  for one muse to be hired as the other’s bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc.

For Akechi to be a model for Uta's maskmaking business

or

CAPTIVE :  for one muse to hold the other against their will.

For Akechi, either captured Uta or is Uta is his captor

a comprehensive list of scenarios

(Going with Captive!)

Akechi growled out in frustration as he tried to break free of the binds he was stuck in. Though he had no superhuman strength to possibly break free, he wasn't gonna sit still either. "So I take it you're not human... I wouldn't have been so easily tripped up if you were..."

"So what are you?" He asked looking up from his position on the ground. If he was gonna die, he wouldn't show any weakness to his foe.