草摩 慊人

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[akito-sohma]

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Small words or two about the mun while we are here, I am autistic and have social anxiety and depression so if I dont introduce myself right away, or are slow with IMs or Asks and other things like that- It’s not because i'm ignoring you or dont like you or anything. It’s because I just can’t get the courage up to post or reply today. NEVER worry about messaging me, sending me unprompted asks, etc. Straight up ‘write me a starter. send me an ask. punch me in the fucking face i don’t care just write with me’. I will love you.

This blog Is independant. Crossover, OC and multiverse ok. I myself have a couple different AUs and Verses so feel free to ask about them or check out my AU / Verse page.

I’ll give almost any rp blog a chance; but if you are spamming stuff, not trimming posts, etc I might unfollow you. I’ll follow multiples of any characters and am cool with stuff like that.

I like to shrink the text, bold, icons, italics, make the text bigger, use different fonts, etc… However you don’t have to do any of this if you prefer to work with plain text. All I ask is that you  cut threads.

NSFW may or may not show up here depending one verse and what we have plotted. I dont have any triggers you need to tag or be cautious around. If you do have a trigger let me know so I can tag that stuff or write in a form that will not upset you.

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I dont write with genderbent characters and TERFS can fuck RIGHT off. That goes for sexist, racists and any other assholes. As well please dont follow me or try to interact with me if you are a fujoshi. Im a gay guy and that kind of objecting behavior just creeps me out.  

Thank you so much for reading my rules! I look forward to writing with you.

[akito-sohma]

the-ghoul-remains​:

“You don’t want it?”

THE GHOUL BLINKED ONCE, lowering his eyes once more towards the body as it was pushed towards him. Presented, almost. There had to be a reason for her not to want it, she was crying earlier until he scared her out of that mindset. If this was a friend, he doubted she’d use the thing as a bargaining chip for her life so easily… but then why make such a fuss about it?

“This human is mostly intact, child. There’s enough here for the both of us to go satisfied, I see no reason for the theatrics.” He then made sure to spell it out for the ghoul - “I’m not interested in you T H A T way.”

His words had somewhat of a calming effect on her. Her shoulders dropping just slightly as Akito tried to decide if he could be trusted or not. She swallowed, trying to calm her breathing before pulling her leg back. “I dont feel well” The little thing muttered half to herself and half to him. It was dangerous to give out information like that, he could take advantage of it. Harm her with it. 

“I cant eat it when its like that...” Another confession this time a bit louder. “I dont like how it looks I dont like making it messy.” And I want him to come back. That was the real reason, control of herself, control of Hatori. A game of toxicity 

[akito-sohma]

the-ghoul-remains​:

“Precisely like me, yes.”

HE ALLOWED HER TO PUFF UP, trembling in place while he stood tall and peered down at her from behind matted hair and thin rectangle glasses. A bare foot took a step forward before his eyes shifted to rest down on the body strewn so carelessly on the ground. That person was murdered, but he could tell that something was amiss. Besides the claw marks that the ghoul seemingly left on it…

IT LOOKED LIKE A PERSON HAD DONE IT. Curious, if nothing else, the older ghoul returned his eyes to the shaking leaf, gesturing down at the body with his nose. He was completely disregarding what she told him, instead asking his own question.

“What’s wrong with it? Why aren’t you eating?”

                           Akito turned her head to one side, foolishly taking her eyes off the PREDATOR above her. She acted like a scolded child, pouting over the dinner table. He thighs rubbed together as she shuffled the kimono slipping further up and consequently down as well. 

                          “Nothing.” She muttered just loud enough for him to hear. “I dont want it.” It was at that moment her stomach growled, a deep rumble protesting her lies. Her eyes shoot back up to him big round black eyes filled up with fear. Hesitantly she extends on leg and pushes the human towards him, just slightly her exposed toes becoming stained. When Hatori return, if hatori returned. If she survived. He would wash her delicately with a warm cloth, wiping clean the stress of the day. 

“T-Take it, i dont want it.”  

[akito-sohma]

the-ghoul-remains​:

akito-sohma·: 

AT FIRST, the ghoul found himself attracted in a certain direction for the scent hanging in the air. A croon rose from the depths of his esophagus, rumbling in his throat as he exhaled. He followed it slowly, hoping that something would be left for him by the time he’d arrive - preferring a sneaky and cautious method over barging in on a hungry ghoul… until he heard the screaming.

HIS HEAD PERKED, then a single brow. The rest of his body then leaned forward to a dash, the ghoul running in a rushed yet human pace. His life, in almost its entirety, he spent mimicking the humans. He played the role of a homeless human, one that prefers “ T R Y I N G   H I S   L U C K ” across all the wards of Tokyo rather than sticking to one corner. His excuse was on-point too, fearing for G H O U L S to ambush him were he ever stay in one place for too long.

UPON ARRIVAL… He paused. The sight was a confusing one, a ghoul cursing someone out while barely scratching at its meal. Ever so slightly the older man’s head was to tilt aside, before he chose to interrupt.

“Crying like that will attract predators, kid.”

She shot up from her curl position, hands fluttering to assist as the five foot five creature tried to make herself look even smaller. She wasnt a strong fighter, really only to put up a front and hope it was enough to scare away others.

                        Her kimono fell, the fabric slipping down one shoulder, milky white skin becoming exposed. Collar bone and the start if a breast flashing for all. Her thigh trembled, her kagune activating on instinct, - even if it did not pose much of a threat. Clearly weak and strained it struggled to maintain it’self as the flashing reds and yellows quickly dying out as a weak white glow became prominent.

                 She did not try to conceal her kakugan, she was a thing of instinct. Emotions dominating her behavior consuming her portrayal to the world.

“Like you?”

                    it was the hiss of a frightened cat, sharp and accusing but laced in fear. The meal lay now between them, the half mangled half preserved corpse.

“D-Dont come any closer”

[akito-sohma]

@the-ghoul-remains​

                        Sometimes when the world is too big, too bright, too loud. Sometimes you need to become something small and hidden, something the world can not find to force it’s noise onto. 

                        The hide out itself was nothing special, she was a ghoul who could not pretend to be human. The world was not kind to her kind, sickly and weak the little “goddess” was curled by her meal. It was fresh something delectable hatori had brought her not hours ago. But now he was gone and everything was wrong again. The pain of his departure had caused her to spiral clawing at her hair and face with her talons, crying as she refused to touch the meat. 

                        Inky black eyes blinked away tears. When would he come back.... “You’re so cruel...Hatori” she muttered to herself softly drawing a nail across the skin of her meal. “you’re so mean to me, you’re the worst I hate you” She sunk the nail in, rewarded quickly by a small pool of blood forced up by the pressure.   

[akito-sohma]

A starter call is a post made by role play blogs asked for threads and interactions from other role play blogs. As per my rules I dont write with non-rp blogs < 3 @alinavgo​ 

[akito-sohma]

spare some interactions? spare interactions anyone? 

[akito-sohma]

  Starter call !!

[akito-sohma]

" s--so..you're...shiki-kuns..mother..? i-it's nice to finally meet you.. "

                   XXX

She smiles a kind and warm smile, little crows feet creasing the corners of her thin lips and eyes. "Sawa-san, is it? He talks about you all the time." She laughs then and it's sweet and motherly. It had a taste to it, a long distance flavor of power that lingered for a just a brief moment, before dissipating into thin air. “My you really are pretty.” Usually it was Shigure's job to embarrass their son, but wasn't it ok for her to take in the fun a little too.

[akito-sohma]

jikanyahana​:

     Tell her no.

There was that voice in the back of his head. It didn’t talk as much anymore, but it was still there. Momiji shivered. He was stuck between the voice in his head, and her in front of him.

    Tell her NO, Momiji.

He flinched at the voice as it got louder.

    You don’t owe her anything. Nothing at all.

            “I … “

And then her her finger was pointed at him and he pressed himself up against the wall. He couldn’t move from this spot.

            “I …. I’m … “

His voice caught in his throat. 

          She tilted her head, eyes narrowing further. “Go on.” Say it Momiji, speak the words I near to hear, tell me you’re sorry for leaving and beg me to take you back. 

     At last she closed the distance between then outstretched hand uncurling to lay flat against his cheek, ocean depth cold fingers resting against his flushed cheek. 

        “Say. Sorry.” The two words were spoken slowly and harshly. No longer any semblance of kindness left in her tone. 

[akito-sohma]

jikanyahana​:

        “I d-don’t–!! I d-didn’t–!!”

His heart thudded in his chest. He felt sick. Another step towards him had the rabbit shrinking back even more, except. His back was now against a wall. He was cornered.

        “I …. I didn’t mean t-to hurt you … Promise. I … “

His mouth was suddenly so very dry. The poor little bunny. He was so incredibly scared of his God. He knew what she was capable of. He knew the harm she could do to him. Just being in her presence put him on edge. Her being near him terrified him. And he KNEW that she knew that. 

There was a small whimper that left him, barely audible.

        “I …. I d-didn’t mean to m-make you worried … “

       It was exactly what she wanted, and she reveled in it. Loved every second of it, the sight of his fear, the feeling of pure domination she held over him. How delightfully perfect was this moment. She closed her eyes, taking it all in, sucking up every delectable second of it. Then. “Tell me you’re sorry. Tell me you regret what you did. Im a very kind person. Ill forgive you if you beg. Dont you think I deserve to hear an apology?” 

         Her hand came up pointing a dangerously sharp finger at him. “Say sorry for hurting me Miji.” The ice almost cracked off her words. 

[akito-sohma]

jikanyahana​:

Oh god. She was suddenly so very close to him. 

     Calm down. I need to calm down.

He swallowed hard but shrunk back from her. If he actually had rabbit ears, they would have been flat against his head. 

He suddenly felt nauseous. That smile absolutely terrified Momiji. 

                  “U-um … “

He looked away for a moment, ashamed.

                  “H-Hatori’s …. b-but!!”

He quickly looked back to her, panicking slightly.

                  “H-he offered it!”

As if that would help him. As if that would save him.

          “Miji” She hummed, pink lips biting into one another with the kind of luxury only one in her position could hold. “No need to be so frightened.” She chuckles again. “You’re acting like im frightening.” It was then in a split second her eyes narrowed, slicing thin daggers of a warning. “That hurts you know.” 

              With the change in her demeanor came a change in her tone, now flat and detached. “You arent trying to hurt me are you?” A step closer. A menacing hunter towering over it’s prey. “That’s not why you didnt tell me you were back, tell me where you were staying with hatori? To hurt me? I was so worried about you, you know. Why did you make me worry?” 

[akito-sohma]

furiousfates​:

             Her foot steps filled up the room as she left before them, an ending sentence to their conversation. She  had loved that feeling, the feeling that everything about her screamed God. Commander. Queen. It was...her own personal curse now.. A smile should have flickered onto her lips, dancing without an audience. But it could no longer. It was there she caught sight of her. Of Isuzu. 

            “Isu-” She starts, their eyes meeting one another before- Akito ducked her head, breaking the contact with a snap. No. Not now, not like this. It wasnt fair to her. Not after everything she had done. There were only  two things she could do to make up for her sins. To atone for the pain she had sadistically inflicted on the others. On Isuzu. 

            How she had been the object of her favorite torment, that long slithering black hair, those small features and thin frame. It looked like her, like Ren. And happily she had used her in replacement of her mother. Beating into the horse’s back every emotion of lost love Ren had given her, cutting her hair and trying to- Akito gulped the memory upsetting her stomach. 

            Footsteps quickened as she rushed past the other, no she wouldn't speak, wouldn't look at her. She would apologize with them all gathered and then- then it would be be over, she would distance herself forever and protect them for afar, that was the only way. The only way to atone. 

[akito-sohma]

jikanyahana​:

He flinched at his name being spoke like that. Just her tone felt like he was being stabbed in the chest.

         “C-comfortable …. ?”

Did she mean him living with Hatori? How had she heard? Who told her? IT very well wasn’t Hatori or Haru. The wouldn’t tell. Hatori would insinuate that he’s staying for a short time, and Haru would probably just hum and say he didn’t know. So who told?

He scratched at his arm, a bit too hard, leaving some red marks in his anxiety.

          Her smile stayed, lips moving in calm composed movements. “Comfortable. Are you having trouble hearing me?” She laughs but there is no humor in it. No, instead it’s a warning. Dont make me repeat myself again. Dont make me fucking stutter for the likes of you.  

          Akito moves, the grace of her steps as confident as one could be. How could she not be, when she knew how frightened he was, how in control she was. She’s standing no more than a few feet from him now, everything about her body posture screaming duality.   “Tell me Miji, where are you staying?” 

[akito-sohma]

"So like ... what's your deal, anyways? Ya don't seem so scary to me." (i apologize for this gremlin, she takes after her father)

                   She glared for only a moment, a second of her old self flickering in the back of her eyes, before she knelt down, kimono bending at the knees to tuck under her. “No, im not scary.” She gave a sweet smile, understanding and acceptance clear in her porcelain pink lips. “Not anymore anyways.” a chuckle as she moves a slender hand to tuck stray hairs behind a ear.

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jikanyahana​:

She’d called him here. Specifically asked for him. Was she mad at him? Of course she was mad. Why wouldn’t she be mad at him? She was always mad at him. He couldn’t remember a time where she wasn’t mad at him for one reason or another. The rabbit swallowed hard. He sat opposite the room of her. He tried to stay as far away from her as he could …. without upsetting her further. 

Momiji watched as she slowly turned the pages of the book before he looked away. He was far too afraid to say anything. 

He hated the silence. Hated the anticipation. And he knew she knew that he did.

          It must have felt like hours passed before the little god sighed out at last, closing her book. She turned painfully slow, silky black hair slipping past her ears as she did. “Miji.” She spoke his name like a command, and order, and decree. The words snaked out, in rattling cold chains called ‘curse’  wrapping his wrists and neck....

          ..... or so she hoped. So she wished. She needed that power, needed the curse, without it- how could she possibly keep them. Keep the source of her only purpose. “Miji.” She said again, now facing him with a smile. “I hear you’re living comfortable these days.” 

[akito-sohma]

" I might deserve your fate or worse But I don't need your goddamn money I don't need jack shit from you ! " [ you got upset kyo so sorry ]

          The shattering sound of coins clinking was followed only by silence. Dead silence, crushing silence. It bore a hole deep in the expansive room, leaking in and filling up slowly. “Kyo.” Her words, spilled forth like the silence. Slow and smooth and deadly painful. She smiles facing him, her coldness more threatening than any scream. 

         “Why would you do something like that?” A cock of the head. Her smile now turning toxically vindictive. “Why would you do something so STUPID.” The last words breaks forth in a yell her hand flying out, fingers curled in a striking poise. “YOU’RE ALWAYS SO STUPID.”