#mori: 001

[fatened]

@lovesigned / ♡

❝ dante flaked on me. ❞ okay, so, dante had other plans. it's all the same, really. moriko fumbles in their bag for a moment, before producing a second bento, clearly made painstakingly with love. or something like it, anyway. is it weird to offer food to your former kinda-boss? maybe. does it matter now that there's no need for her to be your boss? probably not. ❝ and i'm lonely. and you look lonely. so join me. ❞ please. say please, mori. also, maybe don't insult her? ❝ if you want, anyway. ❞

[evilgirlboob]

short list of characters for my star blazers project

sorry if its a bit short, this is only like a couple, ill add more later

EARTH CHARACTERS Vice Admiral Juzo Okita (沖田十三) M61 Famed hero of the 2nd Battle over Mars. A stern, fearless stoic. Captain of the Yamato (UNS BBY-001) and formerly captain of the battleship Kirishima (UNS BBS-555). His battle strategies are nearly always high risk, high reward, and it miraculously always seems to work out perfectly.

Commander Mamoru Kodai (古代守) M27 Elder brother of Susumu and captain of UNS DDS-117 (JSS Yukikaze). His family was wiped out by an interplanetary bomb that struck the Miura Peninsula. Only he and his brother Susumu survived. He is shot down by the Gamilons while drawing their fire during Operation M so Okita could return home.

Commander-in-Chief Heikuro Todo (藤堂平九郎) M59 CinC of the Earth Defense Force. A calm, collected, reasonable man. Believes in the prioritization of morals over orders.

Admiral Kotetsu Serizawa (芹沢虎鉄) M55 Todo's right hand. A stern, angry, stubborn man. Harsh, immovable, but well intentioned. Reasonably disliked by the general public. Foil to Field Marshal Zöllick.

Lieutenant Commander Yuki Mori (森雪) F21 First mate aboard the Yamato, formerly a staff officer at EDF central command. Highly intelligent. A woman of great forethought and consideration. Kindhearted, consistently collected, fiercely believes in legitimate justice & the invalidity of sheer revenge, no matter how heinous the crime. Closely resembles the beautiful Sasha of Iscändar, who crashed on Mars.

Lieutenant Susumu Kodai (古代進) M19 Chief of the Tactical department. Hotheaded, righteous, brooding when upset. Mamoru's only surviving relative. Main protagonist of this story.

Lieutenant Daisuke Shima (島大介) M19 Friend and compatriot of Susumu. Yamato's Helmsman and Navigation department Chief. An expert navigator with an interest in astronomy. Calmer, more proper and more level-headed than Kodai. The exception being when Kodai is actually around, in which case Shima is even more rash and foolish than he.

Lieutenant JG Hajime Hirata (平田一) M21 An older fellow student at the Space Force academy when Kodai and Shima attended. A sort of "older brother" type friend to them.

Dr. Sakezo Sado (佐渡酒造) M54 A brilliant physician and a confidant of the Captain. Appointed as the ship's Medical department Chief despite no prior astronaval experience. A widely beloved drunkard. Cat person.

Makoto Harada (原田真琴) F21 Medic, officially a civilian.

Analyzer (AU09-Q1309) X3 AI companion of Dr. Sado and improvised autonomous subframe of the Yamato after the original was destroyed. Prefers to be called "Analyzer", as opposed to AU09 or Q1309.

Lieutenant Shiro Sanada (真田志郎) M28 Science and Technologies department Chief. A highly analytical and intellectually gifted man. His mind was designed to create machines. Highly emotionally intelligent, though bad at reading and expressing emotions. The Wave-Motion Gun is his brainchild.

Lieutenant JG Saburo Kato (加藤三郎) M23 Captain of the Yamato's Air Corps. Damn well coulda been born and raised in a cockpit, for the way he flies. Righteous, a little bit of a control freak. Close with Yamamoto.

Lieutenant JG Yasuo "Dash" Nanbu (南部"DASH"康雄) M20 Chief of Gunnery subdepartment of Tactial. Very much envies Kodai's position. About twice as hotheaded as Kodai, and 10 times as pigheaded. Excellent, loyal soldier, even if he disagrees with is commanding officers.

Ensign Yoshikazu Aihara (相原義一) M21 Operations department Chief and Comms officer. Reports to XO Mori. Sort of on-edge a lot of the time. Often overshadowed by those around him.

Ensign Kenjiro Ohta (太田健二郎) M24 Radar officer and Chief of the Space Weather Prediction subdepartment under Navigation. Eager and enthusiastically helpful. Bit of a mild Osaka hillbilly stereotype.

SP3 Haruki Ando (安藤春樹) M18 Wave-Motion Ballast & Shield technician. Brilliant kid, rushed through school with the goal of helping the cause against the Gamilons. Did not intend to be a soldier, merely a scientist, but is overjoyed nonetheless. Follows Kodai around like a duckling.

Kaoru Shintani (新谷かおる) M43 Chief OMCS technician. AKA, shipboard cook.

Lieutenant Commander Hikozaemon Tokugawa (徳川彦左衛門) M62 Chief engineer. Like Sado and Okita, quite brilliant, though quite odd. Former Chief engineer of the Kirishima. Very warm & paternal to all, considered the nice grandpa of the crew.

PO1 Sukeji Yabu (藪助治) M31 Tokugawa's favorite student. Cautious, introverted, kinda weird. Extremely intelligent. Refers to Starsha of Iscändar as a goddess.

Lieutenant JG Sho Yamazaki (山崎奨) M45 Tokugawa's official right hand.

Ensign Akira Yamamoto (山本明) F20 Another prodigy seemingly born to fly. Similarly to Kodai, she and her elder brother Akio were the only survivors of the early planet bombings by the Gamilons. ALSO similarly to Kodai, said elder brother died in Operation M. She and Kodai seem to keep ending up in bleak situations and having to save each other.

Ensign Hiroki Shinohara (篠原弘樹) M24 Deputy Captain of the ship's Air Corps. Quite unserious and smug in general. Very mature and insightful when the time calls for it. Never angry, and excellent mediator.

Lieutenant Akira Nemoto (根本明) M31 Captain of the Yamato's Marine Corps. Cold, quiet. Foolhardy, but a quick learner. Eager to kill Gamilons.

Corporal Kazuhiko Sugiyama (杉山和彦) M18 Deputy Captain of the ship's space Marines. Smug asshole most of the time, but humbles up quick when he deems it necessary. Doesn't like to take things too far. An EXCELLENT shot.

MCPO Isami Enomoto (榎本勇) M36 Boatswain's Mate. Kodai, Shima, and Hirata's former Practical Skills instructor. Simultaneously bubbly and friendly & strict and unforgiving.

PO3 Shinpei Iwata (岩田新平) and SP1 Kiyoshi Toyama (遠山清) M27 and M26 3rd deck operators. Inseparable. Idiots. Simultaneously fully competent and woefully incompetent. Often subjected to Enomoto's wrath.

WO2 Yuria Misaki (岬百合亜) F19 Member of the Supply department and self-proclaimed ESP haver.

WO2 Shigeru Hayashi (林繁) M18 Member of the Navigation department, plagued by visions (suffering from nightmares).

Lieutenant Kaoru Niimi (新見薫) F37 Chief of the Security department. Friend of Serizawa.

Lieutenant JG Shinya Itou (伊東真也) M21 Chief of the Armed Security department. Eerily friendly. Unnervingly polite. Gives of bad vibes.

WO1 Toru Hoshina (星名透) M19 Member of the Armed Security department. Love interest of Misaki.

[scpaesthetics]

SCP Aesthetics: 001 Proposal: Memento Mori (requested by @dewnose2, written by @rounderhouse)

All Foundation personnel are permitted and encouraged to read this document. (sepia toned, multifaceted, snapshots)

requests are open

[kozumesphone]

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[happyanderes]

⚠︎Tomb much⚠︎

☎︎003-001

Yandere reaper (Kier) x GN reaper reader

⚠︎Warnings: Yandere, Violence on reader off screen, stalker-ish behavior, death

Another oldie, so no drawings for Kier either, but I’ll add it if I ever make a part two

The night was cloudless, only a chill breeze and bare trees with their black and brown branches pointing towards the dark night sky. The lush green that was supposed to be there is in deprivation from the harsh winter. Spring has yet to wake even in late March.

In a certain parking lot, in a certain car, through the black tinted windows of the car, if one decides to look close enough, they’ll find a dead corpse of a male in the silver Toyota.

But no one can see the lone soul and of the man and the lone reaper.

As you fill in the documents of assigning the soul into the loop of reincarnation in Norway, as per request, the soul asks.

“……Thank you, is this how things like this usually work?” He asks you as you seem to be looking for something in your pocket, now that you’re finished.

“Well, I actually don’t know,” you answer. “I just died about a month ago. When I woke up, I received all this knowledge in my head, and a tattoo.” You raise a wrist for the soul to see, it is a marking in the shape of a skull. “I only met another reaper when I was reaping a soul for a double suicide and I have to say……he’s odd.” You shiver at the thought of the man.

“He chased me through a city. Then he asked for my hand in marriage, when I told him I want to take it slow, he forced me to exchange numbers with him.” You complain while pulling a cracked phone and a small vile out, unlocking the phone to show him the bombardments of texts you received and is still receiving, mostly questions about how you’re doing and demands that you reply.

“99+ messages……? Oh, sorry I’m venting, please, drink this, this will delete your memories while I send you to reincarnation. Please be a good person, I don’t want to see you go to hell after this.”

The soul takes the vile and pops it open.

“I will try my best, again, thank you.” He says as he downs the potion in one go.

You stare as his somber expression disappears, replaced by a completely blank one.

Tabula rasa, a state of the human mind. People say newborns are usually in this state, yet you don’t believe in that, they have the factors of genes within, personality gifted by their parents through chromosomes, to be good or bad is partially coded in their physical body, but whether to act upon it or not takes the control of the soul.

This is the true blank state of mind, the one and only white board waiting to be drawn and filled with goods and bads. You mumble something in the soul’s ear.

“Memento Mori.” And with that, the soul, whom you no longer call a him disappears with a blinding light, leaving you in the car, with the corpse that once belonged to a now newborn, whose soul is now in the fjords of Norway.

You take a deep breath, finally, you’ve gotten quite a few indecent souls who went to hell today, and indecent souls never went down without a fight, so there are violent hydrangea colored bruises littering your body, you have yet to develop a physical build for fighting, so you rely on your poor magic to defend yourself. But that’s not something to trouble with right now, you have about twenty minutes till your next soul, so you took the liberty to lean back and enjoy the silence.

Finally, some peace

“—Why didn’t you read my texts?” The door on your side was yanked open violently as a mop of white hair pokes in. You hear a distant clank, he has tossed the car door away.

……you spoke too soon, you sat up and looked into your fellow reaper’s eyes, pitch black pupils staring back at you.

“I was busy, Kier.” You say as you rub your tired eyes.

“I don’t see you busy now!” He retorts with a furrow of his brows and a pout unfitting for his appearance. He is lithe, a bit bony, even. With unkempt white hair messily tied into a bun on the back of his head. On his pale face are bloodshot eyes and dark circles, perhaps he had pink lips and cheeks when he was alive, but now they’re just a shade of dead gray. He looks like he’s dead, which……isn’t completely wrong.

He wears a black tank top and orange cargo pants, an orange jacket tied around his waist as colorful tattoos litter his arms, and you can see a big one peeking through on the skin under his ripped clothes.

But that wasn’t what convinced you his status as a prisoner. It was the chains, wrapped around him to weigh him down, but also serve as a warning——this is a dangerous one.

“I just finished work……don’t you have work?” You ask.

He ignores your question completely as he takes hold of your arm and pulls you out of the car.

“We’re going on that date you promised me.” He says with a joyous smile as he pulls you along with him, a light skip in his steps as the pitter-patter of your footsteps echoes in the night.

You want to protest, but the moment he gave you a disapproving side glance, you shut your mouth.

And without a word, he begin to walk, slowly breaking into a little jog, then to a run.

As if chasing the moon, he pulls you through the road, running. “C’mon! It’s just gonna be a walk in the park!”

But the two of you didn’t walk, the first second you were staring at the unusually large moon, the next you were standing in the local park. Damn him and his skill in magic.

The night hidden behind a veil of darkness, showing only the moon and the lone stars scattered across the sky.

The trees gently danced in the wind, as they are the only signs of life around, you wonder why there is no one here. And as if sensing your curiosity, your companion answers.

“This is the dangerous part of the city, look.”

The feeling of his hand on your shoulder yank you out of your thoughts, an inaudible gasp left your lips as he chuckles instead.

Your eyes trail down his arm, to his pointer finger, following the invisible line he created as your eyes land on a vending machine, or the remains of one; The side of it has a large dent in it, you know a crowbar wound when you see it, even if it’s not on flesh.

The lights flicker on and off, almost all of the buttons for the drinks show a large “X” signaling that it’s “sold out”, even though probably no one paid for it.

You would say graffiti is a form of art, but here, on what’s left of this machine, it seems like messiness solidified, like the screams of souls when you catch a glimpse of hell.

Without saying anything, Kier strides towards the broken machine, white lights welcoming him with a little flicker……yet its dying breath is crushed under his combat boots as he lands a powerful kick to it, killing it off completely and denting it almost to an hourglass shape.

Liquids mix and sizzle, trickling down the machine like blood, your stomach churn at the sight, it reminds you too much of what you’ve been dealing with.

Then you see his hand dig inside of the dead body of the machine and pull out a few cans of drinks, the words were in Japanese, the cans dented here and there.

“Calpis? Who on earth would name their drink ‘cow piss’? pfft.” With a laugh and without a warning, he tosses the can at you (you barely caught it in time), and cracks his own open, taking a sip out of it, raising a brow. “This cow’s got diabetes.”

He gives you a look, knowing that he wants you to follow his actions, so you pop the can open, taking a sip out of it. It’s sweet but refreshing, slightly milky yet a bit acidic, similar to watered down yogurt.

As far as politeness goes, you drink quickly, Kier starts a conversation to which you only answer with hums, tying the ends of them quickly with an unbreakable knot called a period.

Time is up, finally, you get to leave as he takes your empty can, but as he does so, his forefinger hooks onto your thumb, that tall frame of his leans down to your height.

Those dark eyes stare straight into your own, his hair flowing in the wind like it has its own mind.

“How about now?”

Of course he wouldn’t forget that stupid question.

You lower your head, unable to meet his gaze, and weakly shake your head.

Not a word leaves his lips as his gaze continues to stay on your head, finally, an amused huff can be heard, and your tense shoulders sag a bit.

“Hmm……” behind this hum, you can hear his words. “Is that so?” lingers silently behind his teeth, but rings in your ears.

Kier seems to enjoy your fear as his lips split into a sinister smile, he lets go of your hand and holds onto the top and bottom of the cans. It looks so simple when he does it, the cylinders crushes into small plates.

A bad kind of shiver creeps up your spine, and he didn’t miss it.

“Tick tock, darling. We have all the time in the world, but……”

*clank*

The sound of the cans clanking on the concrete ground startles you, Kier the reaper is nowhere to be seen, as if he was never here.

You sink to the ground, knees weak as you sit there, almost forgetting that you have work in less than a minute.

You can only let out a shaky breath as you collect yourself, but he doesn’t let you have it, as an energetic ping of a text rings in the deadly night.

[fedy4]

📎 WIP #001 — FYOZAI ;; 06/12/24

📎 oh you know, just two senators meeting in a high-society night club / secretly prostitution ring. nothing could go wrong, surely !

📎 tagging list is open for when i post the fic just shoot me a ask / dm uwu.

— not nsfw yet but will lead to that once i finish it, this one snipper is a little suggestive, the word ‘whore’ is used, more fyozai to come i promise uwu uwu

‘Ah ah ah, shut your mouth—“

“Excuse me—”

Dazai snaps his fingers, “It’s Mori, isn't it?”

“If you knew was it really fucking necessary to oh so kindly interrupt me, Dazai.”

“you think i’d show you that etiquette, you disappoint me, Fedya, do you not know me after all?” Dazai coos, two fingers curling underneath Fyodor’s wrist, smoothing the pads of his fingers all the way to the edge of his palms, “I had the impression you knew me very well.”

Fyodor presses against Dazai’s touch, before vehemently digging his nails like a crown of barbed wire around his wrist yanking Dazai towards him, the man’s stomach whacking against the table and lifting him off his seat. Fyodor drops his lips to his ear.

“I called you tonight for business, I firmly believe I never sent you any intention of anything else.”

“Oh, ever? I have copious evidence to refute your statement—”

“Tonight, you whore of a man,” Fyodor grits his teeth, nails enclosing deeper, “tonight is business—”

“May I kindly ask what kind, Senator? We’ve had—well,” he stiffles a mocking laugh, his leg under the table doing…certainly not God’s work, “a variety of transactions. Have you forgotten specificity?”

“And you’re just pathetic and indecent aren’t you?”

“Don’t you go excluding yourself now, the things we did we did together dear Fedya,” Dazai tilts his head in an angle that drags his bottom lip on Fyodor’s cheek, “you’re just as much of a fucking whore.”

[rounderhouse]

Hey Rounder I actually have 2 questions relating to 6000:

Is the serpent lady tied to anything importannt or she your own making? Like, we obviously get her origins and the reason she became a snake in the first place, but what exactly she like before the ritual or she even meant to be a remix of someone from older articles

How exactly does 6000 tie into the rest of redtape, because the worlds story being put to a potential end 2030s would make it hard for it or mooses story to continue to momento mori or the other future 001s

for some reason tumblr was just not letting me answer this. bizarre

in the context of 6000 she was kind of meant to be a representation of the Serpent -- powerful, mysterious, avatar of all knowledge, inextricably tied with the wanderer's library. she was never meant to be a remix of a particular character, but I did have some stuff planned out exploring her past as a member of the Hand. elected not to do it because I think she's better with her story being one-and-done

i get this question a lot lol -- check the first page of 6000, it's a framing device of how the rest of the files were discovered when the slot was pregenerated. the universe 6000 took place in has ended, the story is finished; Moose came across the remnants of it in the REDTAPE universe (which led to their actions in Memento Mori!). good question though, ty

[librarian-xavi]

001 - Reading After The End

Some nights, when an explained noise was loud enough to bring Xavi out of his sleep, there would be a long moment where his sense of place would be entirely wrong. Everything was not as it should be, the intuiting half of his mind told him. The thinking half would simply respond that of course it was wrong. The world as they knew it had basically ended. The two would then have a quiet argument in the back of his mind as anxiety tried to take away whatever solace he had in his boarded up little sanctuary that he now called home.

His original home was no more, not that he could really call an overpriced one bedroom apartment between two households of teenagers who were not taught what an "inside voice" was really a "home".

But he felt bad calling this home either. A two-story house that had been abandoned in the initial breakout that he had since fortified, made most of the downstairs inaccessible and thrown up curtains and barricades everywhere he could to block the light and leave no easy sign that he was there.

It was clear as day that a person was there to someone else like him, to another actual person, but those weren't around anymore. No, instead, the remaining population of his hometown were memento mori. Constant shambling specters of past humanity very much willing to remind him of his mortality, with wretched fingernails and teeth if he let them. But he found ways to hide, places to steal some decent food to eat, and a couple tricks to keeping things manageable as he carved out a little place for himself on the second floor. It was secure enough from the shamblers and he had made a number of little hideouts around the neighborhood if things got dangerous.

It made the whole situation no less absurd, however. Stuck in the middle of New Nowhere in the middle of the night surrounded by the dancing shadows along the walls of a single dancing candlelight in a makeshift little case to keep it from somehow causing a fire. The lights threw dim flashes on the shelves all around, on the true mark of his absurdity.

In the face of the potential end of the world, he had taken it on himself to slowly hoard books from all around, from stores and houses and a few offices. Anything that seemed interesting and informative. A part of him knew it was mostly just a good way to keep busy since he couldn't occupy all of his time with just basic survival. He'd go absolutely nuts that way.

But a part of him also hoped that maybe, one day, they'd be useful to more than just him. To other people, if they even existed still. But, with his mind racing in the middle of the night, he needed to wind down somehow. He traced the nearest shelf for a few of his most recent finds. Fiction wouldn't do right now, too between wound up and tired. Philosophy sounded nice, though. If his mind was going to keep him awake, it might as well be put to use.

Twenty pages was enough to feel his eyes gratefully become heavy again. He left the book on the nightstand and buried himself back under the covers. He wasn't sure how the days ahead would look or be spent, but at least he had a good few thousand pages to make it through first before he had to really think about it.

[straydogsys]

Thinking about a BSD milgram au. Here are the crimes I have planned:

Es (Atsushi): The guard, is generally confused and scared of everything but his confidence grows over the course of the trails. For better or worse? That depends.

Kunikida (001): Denies that he's a killer, when asked about the woman he killed he gets angry and threatening. No one asks about his crime anymore, he's better left alone.

Yosano (002): Seems to take pride in being a killer but despises the others, usually kind and caring but has a sadistic streak. Despite this she doesn't elaborate on why killed Mori or why she blames herself for Koyou's death.

Kyouka (003): The obligatory Milgram child, killed her family. Believes that killing is all she's good at and that she would kill again if given the chance, although it's not clear where this beleif comes from.

Dazai (004): Killed Oda, probably by accident during a suicide attempt. He is deeply remorseful but hides this very well and lies about the crime, hoping that portraying himself this way will give him guilty verdics so he can be sentenced to death.

Bram (005): Oldest prisoner, indifferent to most of what goes on around him, life or death doesn't matter any more. He killed Aya, claims it was an accident but some evidence suggests otherwise.

Q (006): The other child in Milgram. They claim to have killed 'thousands", despite being 12 they have a real sadistic streak and enjoys tormenting the other prisoners. Where this attitude and behaviors come from no one knows. Their only weakness is the broken doll they carry around.

Lucy (007): A teenager who portrays herself as having fallen into the wrong crowd. She takes minimal responsibility for her crime (killing an unknown classmate). Alongside this she talks about someone called Anne a lot, but no one knows who (or what) Anne is.

Gin (008): Silent and composed, Gin is accused of killing her brother. She says that he is in a better place and views the others around her as beneath her, saying that she doesn't care if she's guilty or not. Either way her brother is happy, and that's what matters.

Chuuya (009): Killed Veraline. The crime was bloody and he wholly intended on killing his brother. He's proud of what he did, arrogant almost, but when asked about the motivation he shuts down and refuses to talk.

Fyodor (010): Killed Sigma, Ivan, Pushkin and Nikolai (possibly more) he has the highest confrimed kill count in milgram but avoids any and all questioning about his crime(s). The others avoid him for the most part.

[girldraki]

sorry but the gearsrights in the memento mori 001 is so fake. they might be cordial but there is no fucking way either would develop feelings for the other. they are simply fundamentally different people with very different worldviews and not in an opposites attract way! i'm not buying it!

[nameshifter]

SCP-8000 contest entries abridged daily

(Except, like, not well)

Rounderhouse's entry - THE GEARS OF TIME No offsets, no collapsibles, one crosslink (not wholly relevant, but provides a narrative parallel) - what you see is what you get Characters involved: Dr. Agatha Rights and Dr. Charles Gears

Item is a safe-class sword that changes shape at random intervals. If touched by two people, the sword releases an electromagnetic pulse of varying strength, depending on who's touching the blade. No clear correlation is found, yet.

Agatha Rights is inspecting the sword when Charles Gears arrives. The two discuss the sword briefly before the subject changes to the two doctors' relationship (notable, this entry shares the author and the canon of MEMENTO MORI SCP-001 Proposal, where Rights and Gears are married). Rights raises concerns, with Gears' closed off and emotionless attitude making him seem and feel distant. The two accidentally touch the sword while they're talking, causing a pulse so large that it causes massive power failure and several containment breaches throughout the site. The doctors are knocked unconscious

Bulk of the article comprises of various historical scenes, featuring a passionate soldier (Knight-Errant, Mamluk and Skjaldmaer), a noblewoman (Lady, Cariye and Freyja), whom the warrior protects on their journey together, and a much more stoic, cold warrior (Black Knight, Janissary and Huskarl), usually there to remind the former soldier to keep his distance from the noblewoman. Pretty confident these are meant to be dreams.

Symbolism kicks in as the soldier and noblewoman travel together, looking to complete a given scene's quest, meanwhile exploring the soldier's feelings and insecurities, related to the noblewoman and the circumstances surrounding the "rift" between the two. The stoic warrior doesn't help, since they usually glare daggers at the soldier.

In one specific scene, the soldier gets to complete the quest by delivering the noblewoman to a king she's meant to marry. The king is still and utterly silent, and upon some less-than-gentle prodding from the soldier, is revealed to have the same visage as the soldier. For the record, so does the stoic warrior. The soldier kills his two reflections and the vision ends with an embrace between him and the noblewoman

Agatha Rights and Charles Gears are awoken by MTF members and informed of the situation. Before the doctors are evacuated, Gears tells Rights he loves her in a detailed and genuinely heartwarming manner, notably uncharacteristic of the typical stone-cold demeanor of the typical portrayals of Gears. Rights reciprocates and the article ends.

Tl;dr: Shapechanging couples therapy sword with only a slight side effect of causing electrical disturbances and, occasionally, containment breaches. But that's fine as long as Rights knows Gears loves her

[wellfell]

CHARACTER STATS.

layer 001 ;   the outside.

 ─   name ; akina mori

 ─   eye color ; bright brown , brighter in sunlight

 ─   hair style / color ; black 🖤 smooth and with bangs on her forehead . often left free .

 ─   height ; 5' 4"

 ─   clothing style ; small things . short skirts and short shirts on her upper half and big big boots on her feet . she also likes fur coats , bright colors , ridiculously childish things in contrast to how she feels and does . it's something between y2k and gothic , loves being stared at so they're probably revealing too .

 ─   best physical feature ; if you ask herself she's gonna say her breasts , and hair . but truth is that i think the first thing people notice about her are her lips , they're so full , they're always red .

layer 002 ;   the inside.

 ─   fears ; tv static . yes i know . also birds , you know anything that flies hsjsiaoa .

 ─   guilty pleasure ; secretly reading people's breakup messages in train .

 ─   biggest pet peeve ; being pRoTeCtEd . even if she needs it sometimes .

 ─   ambitions for future ; akina thought she had no future when her dad was killed and a gun was pointed at her come on . she doesn't think about future she thinks about today , surviving . she's young and future scares her but she's like pfft .

layer 003 ;   thoughts.

 ─   first thought waking up ; quitting her job . whatever she's doing that day . dhjdjs

 ─   they think most about ; you can guess . it's the tape , in her main verse anyway , always thinking that somebody is watching her . but otherwise she's mostly thinking about looking good , Perfect for others .

 ─   what they think about before bed ; if it's cold , whether she wants it or not she thinks about her sister being cold under her grave . or if she sleeps , or if she's there in her room or something , just morbid thoughts . u know .

 ─   what they think their best quality is ; that she never gives up . her stubbornness even though everyone else hates it , she thinks it's her best quality . she goes until the end , she stays until the end .

layer 004 ;   what's better …

 ─   single or double date ? single . don't ask questions . double dates never end well with akina mori .

 ─   to be loved or respected ? loved . reSPECT ? ?? she wants you to want her carnally and her beauty to haunt you and make you want to burn the world .

 ─   beauty or brains ? beauty . she'll say . but she can't put up with stupid people .

 ─   dogs or cats ? c a t s .

layer 005 ;   do they …

 ─   lie ? nah . doesn't sweeten up anything , doesn't try to console you if something is bad she'll say it to your face . but can't say the same about acting and making you think she's a harmless little girl . 💕

 ─   believe in themselves ? yeah .

 ─   believe in love ? yeah ,, sorry .

layer 006 ;   have they ever …

 ─   been on stage ? karaoke with a few friends . it was terrible . her voice is Bad .

 ─   changed who they were to fit in ? akina constantly changes herself to seem less scary and angry so ,, but other than that she's not changed her opinion on something just bc people thought it was better to think that way .

layer 007 ;   favourites.

 ─   color ; red / purple / black

 ─   animal ; cats heh .

 ─   book ; she says she doesn't read much but her favourite book is norwegian wood by haruki murakami

 ─   game ; uh none ? i mean she likes playing tag if that counts dhjsjss .

layer 008 ;   age.

 ─   day their next birthday will be ; sixth of march

 ─   how old will they be ? 27 . she's always 26 in threads but well …

tagged by : @justicism hey ily

tagging : everyone 🔪🔪🔪

[corvidei]

ARTFIGHT 2023 | #001 Moris Morzze for Harald_Horfager

[shinyvivillon]

001 for bsd

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my: BSD

Favorite character: akutagawa :' )

Least Favorite character: mori

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): ranpoe... nikolai/fyodor.. atsushi/akutagawa, felix/kunikida, kunikida/katai

Character I find most attractive: katai

Character I would marry: ranpo ..

Character I would be best friends with: higuchi <3

a random thought: why does bsd mayoi not let me have every akutagawa unit huh.

An unpopular opinion: kunikida needs more screentime.

My Canon OTP: i have no idea who tf is canon in this show

My Non-canon OTP: ranpoe fr..

Most Badass Character: mr kida

Most Epic Villain: Nikolai <3

Pairing I am not a fan of: chuuya/dazai <3

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): everyone sometimes man

Favourite Friendship: the whole ada : ) funny guys

Character I most identify with: atsushi or chuuya lol.

Character I wish I could be: natsume but only so i could turn into a kitty cat meow meow mow mewo meow

[persuasivewhispers]

WHO: tenzin & @gluttcnous​​ WHAT: give tenzin her dagger back! WHERE: somewhere brotherhood affiliated 

“So, you gonna give me my dagger back? There are easier ways to flirt with me. You don’t have to steal my stuff like we’re pre-schoolers.” For all Tenzin knew, Mori might not have the dagger at all. They’re the most likely suspect, though. Ezra would’ve bragged by now, Nia wouldn’t care about it, Sela’s a grown up, Mark’s a dick but he’d rather attack her head on, and Mari, like the other members, knew better. “I will pull your intestines out and wear them like a feather boa, by the way.” 

[offrecrd-a]

patron  saint  of  meat  hooks  &  swine  gore  ;  human  blood  amalgamates  with  pig,  staining  fodder  while  she  traipses  past  vacant  gambrel  hooks,  seeking  refuge  among  less - fortunate  carcasses  left  to  dry  out  &  rot.  a  sow's  pot - bellied  womb  —  not  its  head  or  lack  thereof  —  hides  her  body  from  the  slaughterhouse  threshold  while  she  nurses  her  wound.  most  of  the  blood  on  her  hands  isn't  her  own.

yet  it  ❛  ’OUTTA  BE!  ❜  :  a  threat  she  remembers  as  clearly  as  the  deafening  cr - rrr - ack  of  bone  snapping  &  dislodging  out  of  place.  had  she  stayed,  back  covered  in  purple - green  abrasions  after  being  thrown  against  a  wall  &  bent  backwards  over  a  window,  zarina  feared  the  sight  of  his  jaw  unhinging  like  serpent  &  the  vultures'  feast  to  follow.  flecks  of  crimson  form  at  her  feet  from  an  all - familiar  hand  print  caressing  half  of  her  visage,  receding  onto  the  skull  in  an  attempt  to  crush  it.  feral  instinct  told  her  to  bite  &  draw  blood  before  he  could  take  hers  ;  faulty  trajectory  skimmed  her  middle  as  she  ran,  but  hit  her,  nonetheless.

his  shouts  fall  on  deaf  ears  ;  the  sound  of  his  mandible  breaking  is  still  ringing  in  her  head.

his  shadow  floods  the  abattoir.  mother  pig's  comfort  is  fleeting  &  she'll  be  hung  like swine  kin.  everything  in  her  mind  is  swirling  together,  telling  her  to  run!  or  fight!  but  the  pure  delight  in  his  eyes  when  she  was  close  to  tears  etches  itself  into  her  eyelids  whenever  she  tries  to  think  this  isn't  happening.  her  chest  locks  up  &  her  breathing  silences.  maybe,  she  prays,  he'll  grow  tired  of  her  &  leave  his  obsession  alone.

too  close  for  comfort     ;      deathslinging