#kijocursed

[prophetrick]

"I'd be careful with what you touch. We enforce a strict you break it, you buy it policy." Kanae keeps the place in her manga marked as she watches him. "I also wouldn't make eye contact with the dolls on the shelf in the corner. They're usually a bit moody. " ---kijocursed

( @kijocursed) "A grown man like me wouldn't touch them even if you paid me to," came a short reply. Really, he ought to have minded his own business. But the damn store had been far too inviting for him to stick his nose out of. A trinket store with a strong magnetic pull never go undiscovered from his eyes, especially with it being relatively close to his shop. Dolls like those managed to make his skin crawl; there, in those beady eyes lodged in their porcelain heads, he was convinced that nothing but malice swam. Certain horror he could stand--liked, even. Probably a Noh set, had he gotten a clear look of them. He'd been content to keep them as clear as his peripherals would go, if only to make sure to stay out of their way. "But a doll like you, and a set of chops like that," he said, turning around to find the speaker, "I might just reconsider." And there he did, behind the counter in what he could only assume was fashionable for the gyaru girls. Stepping closer, he noticed that he wouldn't have to tilt his head down quite as much; she towered him slightly. His cheeks pinched into a genuine smile, showing off what dimpling remained of his youthful days.

"'Course, I wouldn't expect you to break easy. So, wha'cha readin'?"

[dogxfiend]

@kijocursed

Rumblings in the underground went on about some kind of dog beast, presumably a yokai - maybe one from the far north. But what would it be doing in the city? Creatures of the countryside rarely ventured into the more busy and crowded urban environments.

But that was exactly where Syde liked to be. Sure, he had had his start in the English countryside and still held a certain fondness for the moors, woods, and wilderness - still owned a home there, in fact - but he spent the bulk of his time in big cities now. They were the best places to meet people.

Especially when he was from out of town. He figured the easiest way to stir up to trouble was to start word of a mystery monster. Surely someone interesting would come looking for him sooner or later. Human or yokai didn’t make much difference to him, he would have fun whether it was treating teenagers to a little scare or having some altercation with a territorial vampire coven. Did Japan have those? He knew they were fairly prevalent in China at least...

In the meantime, he had picked out this area because the nearby bars and restaurants were good. Syde didn’t have much in the way of local currency yet, so just as well for him to help himself to their leftovers. Currently he had his canine visage stuffed into a bag of trash in the back alley of a bar. The plastic was ripped open, debris littered the alley where he had made a right mess digging around for the food he could detect inside.

But his ears perked, his head lifted from his prize when he felt a distinctive presence drawing closer. He stood still, listening for footsteps from around the corner; if there were none, that was all the more suspicious.

[hikikohacker]

Closed starter for @kijocursed

Chin propped up on her palm at the end of the bar, Futaba watched ripples dance across the surface of her cola, the ice cubes jostling one another for superiority as the underground club shook with the fading tremors of an earthquake. The lights overhead swung, and some patrons glanced nervously at one another, but the young woman seemed totally unperturbed - more inconvenienced than anything else by the series of diminishing quakes.

"You're still serving food, right?" Her stomach growled as if to punctuate the question, dark eyes peering up at the barman sternly from behind her glasses. The young woman flashed him a rehearsed smile when he agreed to check with the kitchen. Dark eyes watched him move away, and once his back was turned, the redhead moved quickly, pulling out a single iris wrapped in foil and secreting it beneath the lip of the bar, unseen to the patrons but obvious to the barman.

With that, she downed the last of her soda and with a kick of her feet, hopped off the barstool and vanished quickly up the stairs and out into Kamurocho's cold night.

Glad tidings, whispered the iris to anyone who would understand, an ornately cursive note tucked into the foil around its base. Sekimoto's question had been answered, and now it was time to find some food she might actually get to eat tonight.

[hachidorinoko]

@kijocursed cont from here

“Blood type?” Kanae repeated. A hard question. Did demons even have blood types? She tries to think on it yet her concentration is overshadowed by the stinging pain in her side. “Uh, I don’t know? The kinda that keeps me alive?” Eyes glance from the fresh laceration to her wrist, making sure her bracelet is firmly in place. When that’s confirmed she relaxes against the cold bathroom wall.

“Don’t worry. It’s not that bad.” Kanae offers up a reassuring smile. Hand presses harder into her side to staunch the blood flow. It’s not the first time she’s gone up against armed enemies. Luck’s on her side though. The guy only managed to nick her with his blade. It had taken her mere seconds to counter his attack, and in the end he was in much worse shape than she was. She had made sure all of them had paid dearly. “This nothing compared to some of the other injuries I’ve gotten. Important thing is that you are alright.”

Kanae winces slightly. It may not be bad but it still hurts like a bitch. “I can treat it. I just need some peroxide or alcohol and bandages.” And maybe a new shirt. There’s no way she could go home in this condition…not yet. And like hell was she going to a hospital. “Can you get that stuff for me? Please?”

It had all happened so fast, and Tenji was about as much use as a chocolate tea pot. No sooner had he shouted to warn Kanae about the blade than it slashed toward her, cutting and gouging - gutting, if the thug had his way, but fortunately, Kanae was too quick for him. The host wiped bloodied palms on his distressed jeans awkwardly, grateful that he’d opted to wear black tonight.

“I was tryna... y’know, give you something else to think about. Y’know, your blood type explains things about your personality and stuff.” Tenji shrugged his shoulders weakly, attempting a half-smile although he was clearly quite concerned for Kanae’s safety. “I’ll get what you need, sit tight and don’t worry about a thing.” Fetching, he could do. He was good at fetching.

“I mean it, don’t move.” He held both hands up, palms out as if she might try to dash out of the public bathroom without the aid she obviously needed. “I’ll be right back, I promise.” The nearest convenience store was only a block or two away, and he hurried as if her life depended on it.

[sketchvicious]

A boy and a girl walk into a sweets café... totally decimate the entire menu and then slink out and are never heard from again.

Gift art for the lovely @kijocursed - her adorable OC Kanae enjoying a treat with Tenji 💕 👻

[mewgagotoku]

“i don’t regret any of it. even if i get caught.” ---kijocursed

Crime-related starters || Accepting!

@kijocursed

Fuck, it was like looking in a mirror some days. Upper lip curled away from his teeth, the Mad Dog shook his head grimly.

“Ya don’t mean that. Ya don’t understand that.” He could hear himself saying the same damn thing all those years ago, eyes locked with those of his oath brother. I don’t care.  We’ll go down in history.  The whole clan will know our names.  Even knowing that they would go down for life, or worse, face the death penalty for their crime: back then, he had been certain the hit was worth it.

Watching Saejima’s sand tick into the bottom of his hourglass alone, however, was another thing entirely. It would have been so damn easy to just lay down and die, but he would never know peace until Saejima was free. All he wanted was to be banged up there alongside him, and yet here he was, all these years later, still clawing his way to the top, digging the grave and building the tomb that only one of them deserved. The monument of all his stolen achievements would never be enough until Eighteen Count Taiga claimed them as his own. Without that, they were meaningless.

“Chick, once ya cross that line, there ain’t no goin’ back.”

[beastboyarchived]

❛ they got my order wrong... again. ❜ a sigh of defeat, tail drooping between his legs as he stared down at the drink. atop it was a delightful swirl of whipped cream drizzled with chocolate sauce. the coffee, he could already tell by scent alone, had mocha mixed into it as well. though wolves in particular had strong stomachs among other canines, legosi did not exactly feel like making himself sick today. instead of wasting the treat he had opted for the next best thing. or, well-- best he could with spontaneous effort.

❛  h-hey, hey--! excuse me.  ❜  legosi tugs on the girl’s sleeve, reeling back a bit as not to frighten her on purpose.  ❛ sorry, i um. i-i can’t really drink this. so i was wondering if maybe you’d like to have it instead. you don’t have to take it, i just... figured it shouldn’t go to waste. ❜

@kijocursed​ , seems rather tempting. 

[foppishmuses]

“stop being stubborn - let me patch you up.” ---kijocursed

"Sorry, I'm just--trying to make sure everything else is going okay too. There's always so much going on. Are you okay? Have you been hit yet? I can patch you up."

A deep wound in his chest was staining his shirt crimson. It hurt a little bit to move, but Dwight couldn't stop himself. Dwight was fidgeting too much for Kanae to actually heal anything, and he had started babbling, but he was too keyed up to notice. There were a thousand different things going on during a trial at once. He peered into the darkness warily.

He didn't know Kanae well, but his fellow survivor had never given him any reason not to trust her. He'd gotten used to her red eyes. He'd seen weirder things here.

[harahello]

✉ @kijocursed​​​ asked;;  ‵ i was not made to be subtle. ′

     “I think you were made with the ability to choose.” he said gently. “And that to blame one’s born nature for what can or cannot be achieved is an excuse that can only carry one so far.”

   ☁  MEME ||  ☁ ACCEPTING

[sleptsin]

◤ Umbrella Academy Sentence Starters​​​ !! ◢ ◤ @kijocursed​ !! ◢

         “ Try  MEDIOCRE  then. ”

    Not that either word was something he enjoyed to apply to himself. Perhaps bothersome thoughts might toss it around every now and then but, ultimately, it was the furthest accurate descriptor indeed. From the very  NATURE  of what he was to the breadth of his power— nothing was ordinary but for common mannerisms shared across most any species. And yet here he was, establishing himself as such for no other reason than not knowing just  WHO  this girl was. She wasn’t human—— couldn’t have been. He sensed as much from the energy she gave off. Bel, like his brothers, was typically able to tell such things.

         So then why could he not  NOW  ? Was something disrupting this ?

     It unnerved him to say the least, but there wasn’t anything to do about it. “ If you don’t think so, then how  WOULD  you describe me ? ” It wasn’t a lie to say that he was curious. It surely might answer whether or not she was saying this by means of compliment or praise or to insinuate that she knew he  TOO  was not human.

[sukiban]

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.” ---kijocursed

physical contact starters|| accepting!

@kijocursed

This woman is the real deal. 

It’s easy to tell just from her eyes. Some sort of aura she exudes. This is the type of person some scrappy little high school kid really has no business disrespecting…and yet, here we are. Masako truly has a knack for tumbling into these sorts of situations—a perfect partner with her stubborn refusal to escape them. Hand in hand, these traits allow the wayward girl to face many…let’s call them fun little life experiences. 

Indulging in one’s youth, if you will.

Perhaps that’s why she looks like such a child in comparison to Kanae; rolling her eyes and forcing out a needlessly defiant tone.

“Oh, I’m sooo scared.” She is, a little, but let’s not get into that— “Just let me through already!”

[greatinu]

❝ We were then as are now: fearsome engines of wrath. ❞ | @kijocursed​ from  from *   salem    sentence    starters, accepting !!

WORDS OF TRUTH. at least to a degree. who fortune favored. swallowed by the winds of wrath, many fell victim to that. time and time again, the intensity of emotions. a double-edged blade, granting immeasurable power yet.. a weakness. an uncontrollable strength would do more damage then good. unruly and lacked grace, to be overcome by wrath was left.. undesired. a last resort, if one willed. 

yet sometimes that uncontrollable power was needed. to satiate the wrath within. certain people needed to be put in place. certain forces needed to be ceased, once and for all.

“there are simpletons that don’t feel fear who provoke that wrath. their demise would be a result of their own foolery.”

[dogxfiend]

@kijocursed​ asked: [read] your muse reads to my muse

accepting

He laughed, sat back and smoothed his hair with his hand. “Always feels like I’m in kindergarten or something when I’m first learning a language,” he lamented. Really, his accent wasn’t bad - which he attributed to having watched a fair amount of anime - but his vocabulary, the various nuances of Japanese sentence structure, he still needed work on. In all languages, there was always quite a bit of difference between what was taught as correct and what was actually practiced in everyday use.

The fun part was learning a language well enough to practice it with native speakers. Syde enjoyed learning that way much more than sitting down with books. But in this case, he did have a native speaker to help, at least. And he liked the language, liked listening to Kanae speak it. It was his having to repeat a page after she was done that made him feel like he was in a kindergarten class.

“Alright alright, go on,” he smiled, sighing and getting back to following along on the next page while the oni read aloud. Hiragana and katakana were simple enough to learn and read, but there was still a neverending amount of kanji to learn, so some of it still gave him pause. He would often put the story on hold, ask about a piece of kanji, and repeat it himself a few times with Kanae’s help to be sure he had the pronunciation right. And if he wasn’t stopping Kanae to ask about kanji, every now and then he had to stop to ask about sentence structure, if something came up that he wanted to understand better. Fortunately Kanae was proving to be a good teacher - no doubt her strong grasp of English helped.

[hachidorinoko]

@kijocursed cont from here

[ Text ; Kanae-chan ] Glad they still tasted good!! Sorry they weren’t perfect by the time they reached you... (＞人＜;) wanted to give you something nice!! Didn’t know you could make them yourself - wanna try some of yours!! Bet they’re just as good, if not better!!

[ Text ; Kanae-chan ] Still @ work but heading home soon... sleepy. You have a good few days??

[ Text ; Kanae-chan ] Wyd Sunday? Spring sale starts in Koenji, wanna go??

[mewgagotoku]

“ some things take time. ” ---kijocursed to majima

3, 4, 5 word prompts || Accepting!

Majima looked across at Kanae and chuckled bitterly.

“Sure they do. What’s a slip like you know about time, huh?” Derision aside, he couldn’t have been much older than she was now when he learned the true cost of a minute, of an hour. Tossing the nub of his cigarette into the burning barrel which stood between them, he scratched his head and sighed.

Time and healing weren’t the same thing, and damn these old wounds were itchin’.

[prophetrick]

10 Underused Character Questions ~

Introduction -

Name: Yasuhiro Hagakure

Age: 20′s (verse-dependent)

Your favorite picture of your muse’s fc:

Questions -

What would be their twitter name? What sorts of tweets would they tweet?

What’s their favorite genre of movies? Of music? -Hindustrani, progressive rock, rocksteady, folk music, and some other odds and ends.

What’s on their top queue on Netflix? -If it isn’t documentaries, it’s comics/manga/anime.

What’s their favorite scent? Do they smell like that? -Food being prepared, or a controlled fire. But he smells like Arabian sandalwood.

Apple or Android? -Android because it’s cheaper.

Favorite Season? Least favorite season? -He loves winter. Not crazy about summer.

Are they a bottom or top or versatile? -He would say he’s never had a bunk bed in his life. Also, top dollar and bottom dollar are still dollars and therefore accepted currency--whatever that means.

Describe their morning routine. Do they wake up early or sleep in? Do they press the snooze button a bunch of times or do they immediately get up? -He prefers to sleep in since he has a hard time getting a good night’s rest to begin with.

If they were to be compared to a canon character, who would that be? -Probably a less effective version of Patches from the SoulsBorne series.

Finish this sentence, muse: What would ___ do? “What would Buddha do?”

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