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by god i am going to do my three replies.
seeing as i have only 2...gunna be 3 soon, threads going. If you want, I CAN TRY to write someone a starter. I'll check back after work.
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『 ₴ηαкё εƴℯᔕ : ✖ / ✖ 』
❝Naive,” was the only response she had for his concern, though the thought amused her. The fact that he still thought that she was the same girl that he’d known before was hilariously pathetic.
The sensation of his hands gripping her thighs caused her to raise a brow, her tongue darting out to lick her lips in a predatory manner. As the blade pressed deeper into his skin, her eyes flickered to the red lip of blood steadily beginning to form along the razor’s edge.
It was so lovely, crimson against the burgundy of her blade, and Ryuko couldn’t help but admire it. Whether it was due to Junketsu’s influence or her own bloodlust, she couldn’t say. It didn’t change the fact that she leaned forward, closing the distance between their bodies as she laved her tongue against the wound on his neck, reveling in the bitter taste of his blood.
Honestly, her fingers practically twitched with the urge to wrap themselves around his neck, her fingertips aching to dig themselves into his skin. She wanted to tear him apart, to devour him until there was nothing left. The look of defiance in his eyes in spite of the phenomenal odds stacked against him only stoked the flames of her desire as her tongue traced the minor laceration, a soft groan rolling form the back of her throat.
She wanted to feel his blood underneath her fingernails. She wanted to feel the way his muscle pulled apart from his bones. She wanted to feel his death rattles and peel his skin away from his body. She wanted to taste him as the light faded from his eyes.
“All things in good time,” she purred against his neck, the hand at his mouth dragging along the front of his chest, fingers curled into a claw. Junketsu was eerily still throughout the entirety of her maneuvers; it was almost as if the kamui itself were captivated by what Ryuko would do next.
"Ryuko..."
He exhaled softly, a thousand different emotions racing in his heart. This is why he preferred a violent death over this torture. He expected a bad end for himself from the moment he found out about the Life Fibers, but the knowledge that this was Ryuko doing this to him was the worst to accept.
She was just child and the hard decisions should be made by the adults. He had the painful image of her breaking from regret of what she had done, because he knew (believed) she was stronger than her mother, than junketsu, and when it was finally over he didn't want her to be destroyed by survivor's guilt. She wasn't a soldier and she was most definitely not a weapon. He hated his friend for making her into a soldier, and he hated Ragyo even more for making it worse. Ryuko's father wasn't off the hook either, sure he gave the older man points for saving her life as an infant, but he was a poor excuse for a father.
Tsumugu had strong feelings about family even though he's only ever had sister.
"...Ryuko."
He called out to her again; silently urging her to fight against the influence, while the tone of his voice suggested otherwise. Stimulation always caused a physical response regardless of what the mind wanted.
"It's... okay.
No matter what happens, it's okay."
He said that for her benefit; for the benefit of the child that would feel horrified of what she did do, what she could do, what she ended up doing. The words he had trouble saying, it's not your fault Ryuko, it's mine.
"--But, don't think I'll roll over for you."
Even if she has the enhanced strength to cleave an entire building in half, Tsumugu was used to fighting at the disadvantage. Even with her fangs at his throat now, which were close enough to tear it open, he still struggled.
Reluctantly letting go of one of her thighs, Tsumugu reached up and grasped her by the base of her neck. His fingers twitching at the feeling of Junketsu as he pried her away from him. Sorry, he's not going along with it that easily.
❣⋆❧ s-sends some more bc ur tsumugu is gr8 and i want to send u all the things. hiDES
❣ - An unpopular opinion I have
P A G E S
why do we have to have pages /cries into hands
⋆ - A ship I have with my character
a? AHAHAHAHA A SINGLE SHIP?
obviously I ship Tsumugu with Aikuro, because ya' know they know each other better than anyone else.
of course I can't resist aggressive women so, I ship him with Ryuko, Nui and occasionally Satsuki...
even though he's 120481029481204981204% against 'getting with' underage females and can't see them as anything but little girls..
and he hates nui with an undying passion.
❧ - A ship I have with your character
in my opinion ya' need to have all hotties. just your own little harem. WHY JUST HAVE ONE AMIRIGHT?
❤✾☄ {even though we haven't interacted yet but we still could change that}
❤ - Any tumblr senpais
nooooooot really--... well, I do fawn over gokujanitor / gokulolita and verbissen / verirrten and I think it's pretty cool how you make all sorts of stuff for other people. How do you find the time to deal with?
✾ - Why I chose my character
long ago there was someone called aimerfonce and some idiot, i have no idea who, likes to follow them into different fandoms to rp with them.
They had a long discussion about fitting characters... and that idiot had a type you see. A thing for the 'are you serious', silent and broody types.
--and thus our small tale is done.
❧ - A ship I have with your character
HMMMMMMMMm, let me think. i haven't been on this muse lately, and i have a terrible memory, but I am 23489023492834 times amused when she's smacking someone across the face with common sense. \w/
✗
✗ - A ship I can’t stand
ohhhlord, that's an easy one. Ryumako from day one.
Mainly because I project me and my close homie onto them and since we're both sorta'... lesbians ourselves, I get weirded out when people start getting mad and HOW COULD YOU NOT SHIP THEM, THEY WENT ON A DATE, THEY KISSED.
ya'know all... wow so I can't go out with my friend because it'd be a date and HEAVEN KNOWS LESBIAN + LESBIAN = RELATIONSHIP.
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❤ - Any tumblr senpais ❣ - An unpopular opinion I have ⋆ - A ship I have with my character ❧ - A ship I have with your character ✗ - A ship I can’t stand ☒ - A fact about the mun ☑ - A fact about the character ✾ - Why I chose my character ◎ - Relationship status ❂ - Post a picture of myself ☄ - My opinion of you
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☁- Our muses in a thunderstorm.
✿- Our muses in a garden.
♫- Our muses at a concert.
☏- One of the muses giving the other a prank call.
★- Our muses looking at the stars.
†- Our muses in a church.
☤- One of our muse’s is hurt.
❤- Our muses are both alone on valentine’s day.
☢- Our muses during a radioactive breakout.
☠- One of our muse’s died, and the other is at the grave. (possibly ghost or drabble)
✈- Our muses on a plane.
▲- Our muses on an elevator.
▼- Our muses in a broken elevator.
『 ₴ηαкё εƴℯᔕ : ✖ / ✖ 』
"Who’s scared?" she breathed, reveling in the look of discomfort that momentarily flashed across his features. The crazed look in her eye only intensified as she felt his legs stiffen at the feeling of her weight settling into his lap, and she laughed.
“Really? Yer gettin’ all virginal on me right now? I’d expect that a’ teach, but not you of all people,” she mocked, another derisive laugh splitting from her lips.
Junketsu’s eyes darted towards the thin lien of blood beading at the point of contact between Ryuko’s blade and Tsumugu’s neck, prompting the kamui to tighten and shift around her body. The stretching of the Life Fibers was audible as Ryuko shuddered within their vice, a look of ecstasy creeping across her face as she inhaled sharply in response to Junketsu’s contracting. In spite of her rapture, however, her gaze upon Tsumugu retained its predatory edge.
“Why d’you ask? You sound like you’re expectin’ somethin’.” Her voice was breathy and soft, her drawling tone mildly suggestive as she stroked a thumb across Tsumugu’s bottom lip. Were it not for the mad look in her eyes, one could have easily mistaken her for a lover on a late night, tender and wanting.
"Sorry for thinking of your well-being."
He gave her a look of disdain at the word 'virginal'.
"--You know by preserving the virtue of an emotionally compromised brat. Someone's got to be the adult, the actual in-control-of-themselves-adult here."
Which is why he wasn't touching her; he had to keep that line firmly drawn between them. Of course the moment Junketsu moved, he flinched back. Forgetting entirely that he was trying not to touch her when he used her thighs as anchor to keep him from falling backwards. Roughly grabbing onto them when he forced himself as far away from Junketsu as he could. The movement which jostled the scissor blade as it drew even more blood to the surface.
For the moment all of that escaped his attention as he warily dropped his gaze to the side so he could re-asses Junketsu's threat level. Which was still at level 'If it fucking moves, shoot it again', when dealing with murderous clothing, it helped to be on the safe side. Even though he had no weapon, was millimetres away from the enemy and was in a terribly compromising position...
-and he had to viciously stop that train of thought.
No.
Remember the line.
Just because you've made it worse, doesn't mean it changes things.
He tightened his jaw in response to her stroking his bottom lip. Just keep in mind that she would enjoy ripping out your throat with her teeth Tsumugu, maybe that would help you stay in control.
Tsumugu seriously hoped no one mistook them for lovers. Regardless of Ryuko's mental state with Junketsu oh so helpfully feeding her disassociation, she still looked her age. Being mislabelled as a pedophile was not on the to-do list today; actually the only thing on that list was survive.
"Besides an excruciating death? No not really."
He wasn't the optimist, but he could thankfully was not easily lead around by baser instincts.
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then
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『 ₴ηαкё εƴℯᔕ : ✖ / ✖ 』
Snorting derisively, Ryuko gave a rough prod to Tsumugu’s neck with her blade.
“Spare me. Yer self-righteous babblin’ ain’t shit, Kinagase,” she snarled, evenly meeting his gaze with her own. Kneeling down, she shot a hand out, fingers reaching for his face. “Don’t gimme that ‘dyin’ with honor’ bullshit, either. You an’ I both know we’re too far gone for that.”
At this level, she leaned forward, her face mere inches from his as she grabbed him by the chin. It was an easy enough position for him to worm his way out of, but keeping him there wasn’t the point. The deranged look in her eyes was no less palpable up close, and her breathing was just as erratic as her expression; clearly the infinite power granted to her by Junketsu was not without its drawbacks. The part of Ryuko that was still human was irrational, nothing more than a mere animal acting on instinct as she practically smashed her nose into Tsumugu’s, her pupils dilated and expression wild.
“Maybe I won’t kill you,” she breathed, using her unoccupied hand to slide the edge of her blade against the side of his neck. “Death’d be what you’re expectin’ anyway, right? I won’t give you the satisfaction. Sissy’s gonna have to wait a little longer t’see you, I think.”
Clambering onto his lap, she pressed the edge of her blade further into his neck, using her weight to pin him down.
"Why it's just talk-- isn't it? Nothing to be scared of Matoi."
He had nothing left but words to fight with; anything physical would leave her coming out on top and him lying in some gutter dead. As much as he preferred to be dead rather than face this situation, at the heart of things, Tsumugu did not want to die.
She probably knew it too. That girl was more perceptive than she let on and with her senses upped to overdrive, she might as well be a professionally trained hunting dog.
His hand twitched, ready to throw a punch, the moment she slid closer and he had to fight to keep it curled up at his side. Don't touch me while you're like this. He had to play this game as calm as possible.
He swallowed twice and in the moment he paused to ensure his voice wouldn't waiver when he spoke, she was sliding right into his lap.
"....!!"
Tsumugu was completely tense now, strung out on his last thread of restraint, fighting to control his own flight or fight instinct. The pain barely registered when she pressed the blade closer to his neck as a thin line of blood bubbled to the surface. Don't you know you're not supposed to play with food?
She was a wild animal indeed; he was mildly surprised that Ragyo gave her so much freedom with how her sister turned out, but being mommy's little girl must have its perks.
Tsumugu also refused to acknowledge the way he stopped breathing for a moment as his senses hyper-focused on the feeling of her body rubbing up against his.
"Did you have something special planned?"
He'd like a little forewarning please.
『 ₴ηαкё εƴℯᔕ : ✖ / ✖ 』
Ryuko gave a derisive snort. “Please. Don’t gimme that. I’ve got everythin’ I need right here. Nothin’ else.”
She was, of course, referring to the life fibers stitched and tangled into her very being, holding her together and making her feel more alive than she had ever been before. The world around her almost seemed filmy, diaphonous; the strength provided to her by Junketsu made Ryuko feel like she could punch through the very fabric of existence like it were rice paper. It seemed like the strings of being holding Kinagase and the ship beneath her feet together were crudely stitched together in comparison to her; a child’s first forays into piecing bits of fabric together versus an artisan tailor’s masterwork.
It made her sick.
“But cling to that somethin’ while you can,” she growled, roughly shoving him as she released his hair, bringing the tip of her scissorblade up against his neck. “You’re not gonna be able to appreciate it once I’m done with ya.”
Just let her go Tsumugu, you can't save her. Stop projecting your feelings onto Ryuko. She's not worth the heartache; start hating her already. if you hate her, it'll be easier to fight back--
He didn't respond to the shove other than his hard swallow as he shifted his gaze upwards to her eyes. Don't be afraid of dying either.
"You're just a goddamn kid looking for her next fix-- You're never satisfied with taking one life.. You need another.. and another... and another.. 'till you've wiped out everyone standing in your way.
How cheap."
With that statement of his, Tsumugu did not lean away from her blade; he wasn't afraid of pissing her off, if anything he had pressed it closer. An invitation of sorts. Kill me if you want, Go ahead, I'm not scared of you.
"Goddamn Children running around like the world's their sandbox."
『 ₴ηαкё εƴℯᔕ : ✖ / ✖ 』
Ryuko could feel the raw, bloody edge of her former existence taunting her, dangling by a sinew as she gazed down her nose at the man pinned beneath her boot. Something inside her was rebelling, screaming at her to stop this and turn her blade against people who actually deserved it. The air in her lungs felt sharper, colder than it had ever been when she had worn anything but Junketsu, and it sent her blood humming through her veins, quashing the rebel voice into silence.
"Oi, Kinagase," she purred, reaching down with her free hand to tangle her fingers in the red shock of hair atop his head, yanking him upwards. "Always wondered why y’threw in your lot with those naked bastards. Y’almost seem too smart for that shit." After a thoughtful pause, a devilish grin split across Ryuko’s lips. "But I guess it’s for your sister, eh? Revenge is such a common motive; I guess that’s fittin’ for somebody like you, though.”
Tsumugu told her that the closer she got to the life fibers, the more her own life would be in danger, and he was right. She had been twisted to the point of no return. She was one of them now; without a doubt Ryuko had become the enemy.
Yet...
..those eyes...
"..."
He let out a sharp exhale and narrowed his eyes off into a side glare; looks like the princess didn't like being ignored while he still carried a visceral hatred toward anyone who brought his sister into in the 'conversation'.
"..at least I have something."
This Ryuko had nothing compared to him; he had his memories, his friend, his allies; of which would never leave him. She on the other hand only had substance when she was throwing a tantrum; she might as well have been a gust of wind she was so flimsy.
genius my ass! all i see is fear.
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