#main v.

[uppertwo]

🪷 | open.

"do you think gods watch us?" a pause, "i don't think i enjoy being monitored like that."

[hakuuji]

👊 | open.

“wait a second,” he gestures for them to come closer — before with a touch much-too-careful (much-too-gentle) for upper moon three, he brushes off some dust from their clothes.

“you shouldn’t carry yourself like that,” perhaps in his mind, he felt they deserved better than to be dirty.

[protecthumans]

@tsukkiakarii / closed starter.

and something about the other shot ripples through her blood. an ugly concoction of terror, anger — but familiarity comes to meet those emotions at the pass. where monster such as upper one would usually stir unbridled aggression in the young demon, she seems to pause; thinking.

“...” nezuko’s stare burns. perhaps it was from the confusion of what bubbled in her belly that caused such an intense glare. however, it’s undoubtedly a miracle that she has not attacked.

she watches, unblinkingly.

[exorcigs]

@morb1dg1rl it’d taken him a month to prepare for this shit. a month. he’d given the caretaker a couple of bottles of vodka and his word that he wouldn’t leave a mess, scout’s honor and all that. sure thing, the man had been more than happy to ignore whatever weird shit he was gonna do, he said. it was all the same to him as long as he cleaned after himself. it was all fucking dirt, anyway, what mess could he really make?

john had a whole giant magic circle chalked up in an area of the cemetery. he had candles going too. all the bells and whistles for the son of a bitch, hoping he’d catch him in a good mood. though, with demons, they were usually in a good mood. specially nowadays that things were going to shit.

john put another cigarette to his lips and lit it, taking a deep drag as he did, ready to start summoning the fucker. he rolled up his sleeves, exposing the tattooed skin of his arms now, clearing his head and all to start when he heard rummaging around about some gravestones far to his left.

psychic feelers out and attentive, he didn’t even need to look.

a young girl. kinda goth-y, he thought. for whatever that was these days. “ain’t it past your bedtime, kid?”

[egghatched]

@phntasmgoria / sc.

and the wingless dragon looks down at the stranger, tail slowly swaying from side to side as she inspects the one who had entered her territory. a low rumble deep in her chest — less of a threatening noise, more of an inquisitive one.

“i am not here to hurt you,” she states plainly, “but carrying yourself alone here will not keep you safe.”

[lovechasing]

@tsukkiakarii / sc.

and she stood like a skyscraper, something that didn’t particularly frighten amy — but she still stepped forward with caution. always believe in the better nature of people (even when their shadow threatens to eat you up), but admittedly, she wasn’t entirely sure if this counted as a ‘person’ to begin with.

regardless, she starts conversation, “wow, you’re really…”

“...really tall.”

[rabbitprose]

@whirling-fangs / sc.

“aww, you’re interrupting my meal, inosuke! that's bad manners!” lighthearted laughter despite the fact he’d clearly recently killed someone. he takes another bite from the arm, before talking with his mouth full, “did ya need somethin’?”

[rnajokko]

@phntasmgoria (for mami!) / starter call.

and the tiny pitter-patter of paws can soon be picked up by mami — beginning to trail her shadow with that same cat-like smile.

“it’s a wonder that you saved those two girls,” madoka and sayaka, “and myself — you’re amazing, mami.”

“i wanted to ask you something,” it trots a little faster, keeping up pace, “did you really come to rescue me from that magical girl? or did you sense something greater?”

it doesn’t reveal everything about madoka quite yet, it wanted to know what she knew, first and foremost.

[nineforms]

@weavinghands / starter call here.

this one… was intimidating!! for a few moments too many, kyōjurō completely forgets to blink — too entranced by the chilling gaze she carried. stiffly, he lifts a hand to his mouth and clears his throat, before even more stiffly, his hand returns to his side.

“i don’t think i’ve seen you here before!” he tries to be polite regardless, “i am kyōjurō rengoku, and i will be happy to guide you to your room for the night!!”

“have you travelled here by yourself?”

[upperthird]

@hizzashii / sc.

he holds the other’s arm, carefully, “—i’m sorry i did that — sometimes i have difficulty holding back, even in practice battles… i’m gonna put it back into place, okay? it might hurt.”

[uppertwo]

🪷 | open.

purrs contentedly.

[hakuuji]

👊 | open.

rumbles at. was it a snarl, or a purr?

[surrepo-iuvenisdomina]

She’s the sunrise after the winter solstice,

the thing that looks gone but just comes back even stronger.

[exorcigs]

@hangtenn

he’ll call it deliberately getting lost, and who didn’t in a hospital? but john had company. company he didn’t know he had until he was floors away from the culprit. a voodoo man they’d found dead two days ago, john was owed a certain favor and had to pay him a visit down in the morgue. the place made his skin crawl with its antiseptic cold cleanness and those led lights that made everyone look sick. he was sure this is how they kept the business rolling.

he’d closed off his psychic feelers the moment the stepped out of the ice box. and don’t mind yourself trying to figure out how he made his way in there; it’s never the how but the how quickly that matters with john. as soon as he got out someone took notice and he had to pretend he was visiting and got turned around. it was an act until he was truly lost.

psychic sight alerted he realized the voodoo man had been following him the whole way back. now he truly had to lose him. john wasn’t sure what area of the hospital he was in now, he just had to get out fast.

asking for directions wasn’t really the way here, he had to make his own exit. with two nurses in sight it was his pick, it seemed. they were almost working side by side so he had to be quick. a little sleight of hand should do the trick, he thought. and stealing wasn’t really below him. not with voodoo man on his track.

he could sense him down the wing now and john wasn’t in the mood to exorcize an angry ghost.

nearing the blonde in the scrubs he made sure to look like he knew where he was going. he just had to bump into her, snag the clipped badge and get the hell out.

[egghatched]

@tsukkiakarii / closed starter.

and the wind had an ugly whistle to it whenever the angel showed its face. eternally caught between leaving wallace behind, and searching endlessly for him, it was only natural that its influence grew more and more dangerous as it grew more desperate to see his face again.

flames flickered nearby, lights illuminating the scenery went out. it was with her shadow growing larger, and larger with each light that died away, that he finally steps out from it and shows his face.

and it was with a pained and vulnerable expression, it makes a contorted sound of pain, “you’re... not… him…”

[lovechasing]

💗 | open.

"aww, it's not as heavy as it looks!" she drops the hammer with a loud CLUNK noise, "try and lift it! you just need to use your core muscles a teeny bit."