#reapinghook

[tannertbosas]

Country girl isn’t really shakin’ it anymore …

[recitedemise]

wax poetic :^)

Send ‘wax poetic’ for Gale to work some poetry; his muse is you: still accepting.

Somehow, violently, she leaves him feeling unsteady. Yet, such is the consequence, Gale muses, of troubled earth like you-- thoroughly exacting in a way that shudders. And perhaps, he gathers, like a reckoning, too.

Mitsuko kills. She drags her rapier, its cold steel singing devilish out a corpse. She croons the prettiest of songs, of course, can even spirit their nights into realms vibrant with hope; however, it is this ode this eve that would claim him most. She's half-gorgeous numbers. Half-discordant strings off lutes. Her laughter mirrors tremors that'd spring faults into stone, and unbeknowst to all, those faults will topple mountains. Indeed, her one errant whisper can fell a man.

You're a gentle earthquake, deceptive devastation. Somehow, I wonder if you'd have me falling headlong into you.

Where would that lead? She meets his eyes, and Gale's ought to worry.

(Perhaps kindness or a maw. Surely, time will tell.)

[wouldhope]

☆ @reapinghook / starter!

This dingy, underground bar was one of Kaneda's favorite places in the entire city to hang out - mainly because they'd sell to high school students without asking questions - so to say the least, he was familiar with just about all the regulars. It's mostly just drunks, delinquents, and of course, the members of his own gang - but there's someone new here today. An unaccompanied woman, for one thing, which was already uncommon enough, but she was beautiful, too. Like, really beautiful. To the point where he thinks she doesn't belong in a run-down place like this - but hey, that just means it might be his lucky day, right? He'd be damned if he didn't at least shoot his shot.

"Hey, this yer first time here? Haven't seen ya 'round here before." He leans against the bar next to her with a grin, puffing his chest out a bit to try and appear macho. "Th' name's Kaneda Shotaro - my buddies and I hang around here a lot. Friends with the owner 'n all that." Friends was a stretch, more like the owner begrudgingly tolerated them - but whatever makes him sound better. "And you are?"

[electricea]

Closed autumn starter for @reapinghook!

"Man, we're barely into the semester and I'm already exhausted..." He yawns, stretching his arms behind his head lazily. "Oh well, though - what d'you say we walk home together? Make the most of this weather while it's still nice,"

[cursedyou]

( ⋆ ˚｡⋆𖦹˚ @reapinghook. i don't want to be good , no matter how hard you wish it. ･ﾟ✧* )

and so a laugh rumbled deep within his chest ; curling itself around branches of ivory bone and easily slithering from between lips [ ... ] the same ones stretched sharply into a pointed smile full of teeth that could gnaw , silver that could puncture. THERE LACKED ANY INTENTION OF STIFLING SUCH A SOUND AND IT WAS APPARENT. though it wasn't an eruption of giggles at her expense —— no intent on embarrassing her during a perhaps vulnerable moment. ( no , not at all ! ) it was at the absurdity of such a statement. no matter how hard you wish it. . . . he wondered if she had temporarily forgotten who was speaking to.

❛❛ why would i want you to be good ? ❜❜ it's finally questioned as his bubbling fit managed to once again settle into the blackened pit of his gut. there was no use in a mental tug - of - war between good or bad in his vicinity —— HIS OWN MORALITY WAS ONE VERY CLEARLY SKEWED. perhaps it was even too twisted , too contorted towards the latter to ever fully recover. . . ( many would believe that to be true. ) besides , that would be so boring ! ❛❛ nothing good will ever interest me , mitsuko [ ... ] and you interest me. ❜❜

[v1ctimplagued]

x - rated . oops, not oops !

memes. / always accepting.

x-rated,   in a bookstore, sender accidentally drops a few of the erotic books they were planning on purchasing on the floor, which receiver picks up.

Does he have any real excuse for why the books had drawn his attention? Billy was a hot-blooded male as much as the next guy. Although, in his defense, he had intended on getting a few new things to read when he had some downtime. It was supposed to be an in-and-out thing. Grab his lewd material and get out before he draws any unnecessary attention to himself.

Of course, things seldom work out the way he wants it. His cheeks pinken slightly 'cause he has enough sense to have an inkling of shame but his gaze doesn't drop. "Heard they're a good read," The words sound silly to even to himself - moreover, who had ever considered Billy a person who reads books? (People didn't know him very well but the point remained.)

[archivedolon]

" ugh, i've no time to play tour guide. why didn't brimstone do this himself... "

    「 @reapinghook  ❤ ‘d    for a starter. 」  

[touchyoudown]

     " go on   ―    tell me you didn't miss me, mister crownless king. " she laughs breathlessly, girlishly, like she isn't aware of all the blood that's stained his hands, like she hasn't caressed his worn palms with her own lips    ―    bloodied too, at times, and also not. i'm not scared of you, she ought to say, unless you want me to be, love !

    Oh ? Travis is silent for a long while, staring at the young woman in front of him, disbelief written all over his face ―    furrowed brows, a tilt of his head, eyes wide behind orange tinted lenses. She may very well be a hallucination. It's been quite awhile since he's last seen her face, but who could forget it ? Sweet, angelic, innocent, even though she was anything but. ❛   Fuck, is it really you ?   ❜ The words come out slow and low in volume, not quite a whisper, but not quite normal either. ❛   I don't believe it. Prove to me you're real. ❜  It actually isn't said in a sexual manner, but rather he's finding it hard to believe in this reality where someone who has left him comes back once again and even less in a non hostile way.

[clarafell]

❝ you have to invite me in. ❞

VAMPIRIC STARTER PROMPTS :  Accepting!!! 🎃

↳ @reapinghook

❝  Um...   ❞         Her past self with the weak heart would never open the door if she didn't recognize the person through the safety of her peephole on her front door. But her past self, the one too familiar with hospital walls, did not have the power of time on her side. Homura is meek, but she realizes that she can take care of any odd stranger... Any pretty-looking strangers. Her contract is what makes her gather the courage to unlock and open the door.

She lives all alone, but her European-style home gives the illusion that she may have a loving family. Anyone with a keen eye for detail will notice her nameplate with her full name, but the exterior still holds the impression that she really isn't all alone. No frail-looking girl would be living all alone in such big building, right? The exterior is aging, but it still holds beauty. Homura cannot help staring at the woman before her. The mature beauty standing at her doorstep doesn't look like she possesses the kiss of a witch on her body. She doesn't look like she is in any danger...

Then why did she utter those words?

❝  But I d-don't know you...   ❞

Homura should have closed the door, like any other normal person would do, but something makes her freeze in her tracks.

She realized that her curiosity is getting the best of her on this chilly night. Why did this woman utter those words? She ponders to herself within the safety of her mind, noticing that the stranger's phrasing sounded off. Homura thought her observation skills have gotten much more better ever since she learned the existence of witches, but she's struggling to piece together this mystery. Sure, her curiosity and suspicion help to the door open. But the kindness in her heart is what makes her speak up.

❝  Do you need some kind of... help?   ❞

[lashhers]

finally not a side blog anymore !! this is lili from @reapinghook ( where i'm the most active ) <3

[tannertbosas]

im their only fan i fear

[recitedemise]

❛   tousles .  :^)

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 STARTERS: no longer accepting.

Again, Gale? My word. Like clockwork, every book they come across, he ravenously consumes. He's an unstemmable appetite, perhaps even ghastly with his borderline comedic need, but when stories are stories more dramas than bores, who can sit and criticize a learned scholar? A brave, bold, and inquisitive soul?! Besides, the Ode of Odesseiron is a foundry of delight, and after the horrors of their day, he's due some tarrying—though not of the feet, of course, but of the gears of the mind.

Tousling his hair, this bard disagrees.

Mitsuko... "I was hanging off your every word," he answers. Cross his bleeding heart. Gale shifts, and with a perhaps less-than-patient glower, brings a spell-sprung gust to quaff his locks — quite delicate, of course, and just journey-bound disheveled. His twinkling little earring even offers a twirl. There. "One can consider it a talent, if they so choose. They'd certainly hear no protest from me. As it were, I'd often read my own stories while sat in the humdrum of my Calishite lessons." Here, he returns to his riveting manual. "It was there that I'd learned to split the focus of my mind. Now, do carry on. I'm still quite present, I assure you."

He drags a finger about his chin. Smite the fool.

[lovesless]

MITSUKO!? @reapinghook

[meresage-blog]

mommy

            ❛       yes   ?    ❜

[electricea-a]

reapinghook replied to your post “Could you tell us about any of Ryuji's crushes? Maybe in his younger...”

PUPPY LOVE AAAAAWWWW

Lowkey I really want to write this now lol.  Puppy love is one of the purest and most innocent things in the world, I feel.

[lacroixtm]

@reapinghook said: “How does this feel? How about when I stick it... here?”

He felt the blade shift as she spoke, stopping only to dig into his side. He winced, feeling the sharp point even through his suit - that is, providing it had not sliced a hole the material and was actually digging into skin. “You should know that I have eyes on me at all times. If you don’t put that down within the next 10 seconds, you will be helplessly dragged away and left to dry in the sun. With that in mind, I recommend you put the weapon away and say what it is you have to say in a more civilised manner.”