#v sorry aaaa

[mothiepixie]

Do you at least remember when Nightmare first met you when you were human?

"Now I wish I didn't."

Fae Nightmare belongs to @/antlered-prince and @/owl-bones

Fae Motti belongs to me

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[ofmistnmoons]

Don’t think.

Pay no mind to the chaos of the scene, how flames kiss cross his skin. This beast did not just appear here. No, this had been a rampage. Had Muzan’s aim changed? For so long, the coward had done nothing truly significant. Merely placed his little creatures out in a blind search to feast and grow in strength. His moves told nothing of any foresight. Why would it? That would require him to take slayers seriously.

Something like this..

Silence.

The lone slayer placed his everything to cut down the nightmare before him. Rivulets of teal flutter out, dancing on moonlit rays, the how and why, at the moment matters not. This demon, whom had already spilled so much blood, would now salt this earthly plane by ash.

Yuichiro would take its head.

Clash of nichirin with its shadow rain its spark, his footsteps dance across soft broken soil. Careful to twist his form from broken rooftop to rooftop, he’d not uttered a single sound. Not one noise, but his gaze never left his target. A flood of mist floods the area, Yui as its centerpiece.

His dance came with a goal. Weaving through the death, distancing himself and the chaos farther and farther away from safe haven. Remaining, teasingly close, mere inches away from its grasp, leapt away yet still within reach, a knowing smirk dance across his lips. It was not… until he saw him.

Colors drain from his face, as he’s forced to be face to face with a ghost, held aloft. He’d messed up.. it’s full attention had not fallen on him. It caught one. A kakushi.. One Yui could not just write off as a casualty. … familiar teal tips, strikingly similar fair skin, the same raven hair.. no.

That wasn’t.. possible.

Muichiro was—

Rage. Boiling hot, white burn seethes in his bones. His teeth bare themselves as the world seemingly melts away. This little chase came to a screeching halt. Power press fully in his legs, pulse to the tips of his toes. The momentum of his movement now all condense into one.

Mist Breathing. Seventh form; Lunar Eclipsing Haze.

There one second, gone the next, gathered momentum slows then snaps to the other side. Slashing the kakushi free, freeing ‘Muichiro’ from its grasp. But where his heel dug into its mound, turn from solid to liquid. Eyes wide, a gasp escape his lips before he was swallowed up by this thing.

Plotted starter for @mistdaze ~

A small smile cracks across Yuichiros face at the seemingly never ending rage that his companion seemed to have. Hearing him really bitch about the latest group he had to deal with. Shinasugawa really had the worst luck when he was forced to look after other slayers. Kept in stride with him, he was content to just continue to listen to the Wind continue his complaining. Pinks, oranges, a wide array of reds swept across the sky as dawn was fast approaching. Neither had gotten hurt from the few demons they had come across, least that were not self inflicted on the Wind pillars end. But just as the other would sigh, about to ask the younger a question, a spec of darkness moving at an incredible speed caught the youths eye. He moves faster than his mind, catching the others arm, twisting with a hard pull. The momentum threw the elder to the floor, while also pushing the youth into the unknowns pathway. Before he could even think, it’s slender form had caught wrapped itself around one of his legs. Coiled up and around his torso, secured itself taut around his neck.

“TOKITO—“ the shout of his last name, pools of cerulean laced with worry locked with Shinasagawa’s own widen gaze. He scrambled to his feet, going for his blade to cut Yuichiro free. But it was too late.

With one violent pull, he was yanked from his place and disappeared deep into the woods.

Violent cracking of wood broken by force of this things movement, far off yells of his own last name, the world blurred together as he was spirited away. Gritting his teeth, he puts all the strength he has to try for his sword.

Then the world seemed to go completely dark. Pitch black. Stolen from the world he knew, reality broke into nothingness.

Sounds of distress, screams of the dying, scent of ember.. his eyes snap open to a familiar sight of the Kakushi village with this large figure wreaking havoc. A demon?! But how—

Many tendrils were dipping into these…openings just like the one he’d been pulled out of. It’s grip finally release, the hashira is thrown a mile high. Eclipsing the moon, his body twists as he draws his sword in one swift fluid motion. Pulled back eye level, a glint of cyan cuts through the night to plunge deep into the Demons flesh. As he allows himself to fall, with his fall, flesh begins to split in too. Causing the oni to release a deafening screech, and capturing its sole focus on small form of Yuichiro.

Soft thumping as his feet came to land with grace. Flicking his blade up and to the side, he glares at his new massive prey. Landing, unbeknownst to him, right before a fallen kakushi, whom he shared a name with. His back to him, he takes a steady breath, slides his back foot into a wide stance, before charging at the screaming, thrashing demonic beast.

[raenef]

[galacii-gallery]

You ever thought about making a 2p version of shattered dream?

A 2p version? Do explain 👀

[wisheswagered]

Frederick hasn't been at this manor for nearly as long as the others. Though it feels like it's been an eternity to him, it means that he's still getting to know the other survivors who've found themselves trapped in this place.

And Emma Woods... is one of those people. It's such a bizarre feeling, seeing her now. While he'd never known her in life, he had heard of her - as a girl who went missing in mysterious circumstances several years ago, her life sensationalized and her disappearance treated as an unsolvable mystery by those who knew of her.

Never would he have dreamed he'd ever end up joining her among the ranks of the missing. ...He wonders if they're looking for him, too. They must be - while not for the reasons he wants, Frederick Kreiburg is a well-known name among the higher classes, and yet... that fact brings him no comfort at all.

Regardless. It's cruel of him, but the one thing that strikes him as he looks at her now is what he knows of her past. Knowing she's been a patient at an asylum for so much of her life... to be quite honest, it chills him to the bone. The reason for that discomfort is difficult to identify - or maybe, deep down, it's something that he simply doesn't want to acknowledge.

Today, though... there's only one question on his mind. Though he doesn't know if it's curiosity or paranoia that drives him to ask.

"Tell me. Why did you approach me, of all people, for this?"

@mlssamericana ( starter for emma! )

[dragon-spaghetti]

I don’t mean to be a nag, but have you chosen the winners for the dtiys yet or did I just miss the post?

You're all good I know it's taken me ages, you haven't missed a post I have not yet 🥲

[tierra-paldeana]

He looked her dead in the eyes for a few long moments before suddenly jumping into an excited little spiel. "Okay! Great! You have made a verrry smart decision choosing the Battle Subway as your destination! It is a LOT more fun than the Battle Maison!" Please don't let Evelyn hear him saying that.

"Because in addition to battling we also have trains! And there are some claw machines in the station lobby if that interests you. But I still think the trains are the best part! Aside from the battling, I mean. The trains and the battling are of equal importance."

Poor Rika, she's been met with such a terrible fate. Though the pair of brothers were equally insistent when it came to people visiting their facility, Emmet had a tendency to be a little less polite about it. He just got too excited- especially when Ingo wasn't there to try to calm him down.

☠🌏– Although the Subway Masters' attitude caught her off guard at first (judging by the way he and his brother dressed, she had come to expect... definitely not this kind of personality, for some reason), she quickly grew into it - if there's any type of person she's more than happy to meet and get to know, that was anyone who felt a passion for their profession as well as Pokémon Battles.

Not to mention she had a soft spot for people older than her expressing such child-like wonder and excitement... it was reassuring, in a way. Perhaps someone else would've found it overbearing, but she's very happy he's excited to have her on board.

''Nahaha! Really now! It's true that the Maison's closer to Paldea, but I had it due to visit Unova more closely after landin' in Blueberry Academy some time back, so that can wait. So, the battles take place IN the trains, yeah? I've never seen anythin' like it, that's mighty intriguin'!''

Of course, she's pumped up about getting to try her luck at the Subway, but... the mention of the claw machines also grabs her interest. Oh, she's very tempted to ask him if they had plushes in those machines, but... No, Rika, you're discussing 'business' with him, you wouldn't want to give him a weird impression right off the bat?! So she just nodded, hands in her pockets.

''Yer brother's talked to me a bit 'bout how the Subway operates, but I never knew 'bout the claw machines! Personally I wouldn't mind a refresher, n' if you can tell me anythin' else that might be of interest for us, feel free to fire away, nahah!''

Oh. Oh wait. Oops.

''Ah, dang it, I almost forgot...! I'm Rika, secretary and member of the Elite Four of Paldea. It's a pleasure to meet'cha, Emmet! Good ol' Rika can't wait to visit ya two over there sometime!''

[poliodeuces]

mask off i do not like the theory that ramuda's cloned from rei's wife.............

[diolanza]

@onepiecc

❝ You do know you're in an Emperor's territory, right? ❞

[dokuhai]

@keikakudori // continued from here.

RANGIKU WAS HAVING AN INCREDIBLY HARD TIME HOLDING HERSELF BACK. Just the sound of Aizen Sōsuke's voice was setting her on edge —--- a nails on chalkboard, grating sort of thing it was. His reply to her mention of poisoned tea came across as snide, and thus, forced her eyebrows to knit together as she regarded him. A romantic cliché, he had said... and while he seemed so sure that such methods weren't his style, Rangiku wasn't convinced. For how many times had his words been laced with venom? The confessions shared by her comrades used against them when the moment had been just right... not to mention the way he had poisoned Hinamori Momo; a romantic cliché all on its own, though perhaps not quite as literal as a lethal drop mixed into a cup of hot liquid.

The blonde had been there to pick up the pieces of the gobantai fukutaichō, even as her own heart was left broken in the aftermath of their betrayal. Momo had worn her heart on her sleeve... RANGIKU KNEW EVERYTHING THAT AIZEN HAD SAID TO HER, HAD DONE TO HER —--- was this man even remotely self-aware?

❝ You know what, you're right —--- you'd much rather do the stabbing yourself. Twisting the knife and making sure they hurt in all the worst ways... nothing impolite about that, right? ❞ Rangiku couldn't control the way she spat out such hostility; seeing him again had truly brought out the worst in her. A raging sun, she was —--- her heat blazing and oppressive as it worked to snuff out everything in its path.

There would be no shadows, here. No secrets, or doubts... not anymore. Not if she could help it.

Rangiku took a moment to steady herself. She would never learn the truth if she kept villainizing him... after all, a cornered animal was never quite eager to place it's trust in the one hunting it. With a slow, deep breath, Rangiku prepared herself for the more difficult aspects of this conversation. The topic of Gin had never been an easy one for her to discuss, much less openly to the one who had attempted to kill him. So much of their affair had been private... words left unsaid, unspoken, as they had poured their trust in one another. A trust that was left utterly broken, now, but that was beside the point.

She did not miss the way Aizen flinched at her mere mention of Gin's name. It almost seemed like the man had grown hesitant in response —--- his confidence waning as he stumbled over his words. It was so unlike him, Rangiku thought to herself... and upsetting, at the same time.

Gin had meant something to him, hadn't he? He was more than just a blade at his side, ready to kill for him...

Rangiku suddenly felt sick. Anguish churned in her belly, alongside the scorching heat of her anger, making its way up her throat like bile. She pushed it down as best she could, and worked tirelessly to slacken the balled up fists at her side.

She had avoided these truths for so long. She had known something was off, from the very beginning... and yet she never asked Gin what was wrong, or what he was hiding from her. She was too afraid of what he might say. Even now, as she stood upon the precipice of the answers she sought, she was absolutely terrified of what she might hear. But these answers weren't just for her own sake... they were demanded by Central 46, and the sōtaichō himself.

Rangiku sank to the ground, knowing fully well that she needed to be seated in order to carry on with this conversation. She crisscrossed her legs and grasped her knees as her gaze fell from the crucified man, only to seek out imperfections within the floor. Rangiku listened intently to the words he spoke, and noticed the way pain bled into each one —--- Aizen's tone utterly wrought with grief. Perhaps he had been tormenting himself, all this time... though Rangiku was hard pressed to feel any sympathy towards him.

'Will you believe me?' he had asked. 'You must be willing to accept what you will hear.'

❝ I'm not willing to accept anything but the truth, ❞ she replied quietly, though still unable to meet his gaze. What she hadn't anticipated, however, was Aizen's version of the truth... and how corrupted it seemed to be. His claim that he was not himself when he struck Gin down made her want to burst out laughing. Who else was there to blame for all of this? Did it make him feel better, to blame it on the corrupt power of the Hōgyoku? The one he alone had chosen to merge with? This was a self-inflicted fate; one Aizen could have avoided entirely, had he not been so hungry for power. At least, as far as Rangiku was concerned.

❝ —---You're still not telling me why. What caused you to turn on him? You say you weren't yourself, but how am I supposed to know what that means when I don't trust that I EVER actually knew who you were? ❞

[greedbent]

@idyllicserendipity (der-bear! :3c) || liked for a starter! [Liar – Harina]

“Say that I'm weak.” The command—no, the threat—was hissed directly in this haughty rich boy's ear. Close. (Too close.) Hot. (Burning.) Kaz had him pinned, arm twisted behind his back, face pressed against scorched stone, and when his own bare fingers squeezed into the flesh of the spoiled brat's wrist, he swallowed down a rise of bile. Fluttering breaths were quelled by the clench of his jaw before a final warning: “And I'll make you a liar.”

[belovedcorvidarchive2024]

❣ | @aamaranthiine :: From Here |

- - -

Was it a pained admission or a warning? Was it both? Rocinante couldn't be sure - the words had escaped between slow exhales of cigarette smoke, drifting off into the night without his permission before he'd scarcely had a moment to think about them.

Part of him wanted to rail against the idea of course, to argue with himself that he had betrayed all but one, but even Law he had lied to. And as much as he wanted to argue that he had done so to protect his operation, or to make their interactions easier, was that entirely true? But as bad as he felt for betraying his adoptive father, his brother, his entire career - especially in the early hours when he couldn't sleep - he couldn't bring himself to feel any less sure in his resolve to continue, to protect this kid that deserved to live regardless of what happened. Love was a strange and often quietly powerful thing.

As his companion spoke, watchful eyes drifted over to where Law slept at least somewhat soundly - he'd never been a deep sleeper in the time Rocinante had known him. But he slept now, only a bit visible in a sea of black feathers; a faint snort of a laugh escaped the large man before he smudged out the end of his cigarette, picking a new one before turning back to their conversation.

" You're right, but even the right choices can make you feel poorly - sometimes there's no harmless way forward. But even if you go in knowing that, doesn't make it hurt any less, y'know? "

[paopujuice]

OKAY okayokayokay i will stop seinfeldposting

[catofspades]

Heres 10 songs that i really wanna share! :3c tagged by @rowanoke. Tagging literally anybody who wants to participate.

Domino Line - Casiopea. This whole album is life-changing. There is a bass solo that is so fucjing crazy. Give that bass a cigarette!

L.U.V. - Romare. My sister showed this one to me a while back. She says it wounds Exactly like the inside of a lava lamp. She is 1000% right.

Lust for a Vampyr - Scandinavian Pop Tarts Mix - I Monster . The production on this is insane. A monsterfucker anthem.

Tea or Coffee - Gaze. I really really love the guitar tone in this one :0. Twee Pop my beloved

Trava u Doma - Priklyucheniya Electronikov. really like this cover. The song tells of cosmonauts longing for home. The original by Zemlyane is really nice too!

Hazel - Far Apart. Sometimes the lyrics hit hard and it has me sobbing late at night. But not in a bad way, if that makes sense

Here's Your Future - The Thermals. Makes me want to shout and jump around my room! Easy to play along to!

Hips Don't Lie - Billy Cobb. I am a sucker for this guy's covers. This one in particular is my favorite.

They Provide Paint for the Picture-Perfect Masterpiece that You Will Paint on The Insides Of Your Eyelids - Bandits of the Acoustic Revolution. If you like folk punk pls give this entire album a listen it is so so so good.

Brave as a Noun - AJJ. One of my favorite folk punk artists! The entire album is so incredible. I do like this track a lot, but the album is greater than the sum of its parts.

Despite what you've been told - Two Gallants. I heard this song from a wtnv episode and it had me obsessed. One of the first songs I learned on my guitar.

[noxtivagus]

I WILL PLAY PERSONA 3 ONE DAY 🥹🫶🏼

[guubiiz]

had a dream abt phinks carrying me princess style ꒰⌗´͈ ᵕ `͈⌗꒱৩