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[almabooma-blog]

ooc;; Like for a starter!!

[almabooma-blog]

“Why do I let the pressure take over my mind?” ;3c

       The question caught him unawares and it took a few beats of silence, eyes casting upwards and shoulders rolling back a shrug, to scavenge a reply.  ❝ You’re broody. You think too much, but I guess I shouldn’t be talking. ❞

               ❝ Don’t worry, though, I’ll always be around to pull you out. ❞

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der-gladix:

I'd like to rp or plot something with you.

zooms up to you. we should do that

[almabooma-blog]

ooc;; wow new followers!! Honestly whether you’re new or old, so long as we’re mutuals please feel free to approach me for any sort of threading. I don’t have many yet on alma bab and i just. reaches hands @ all of you

[the49thbunny]

[sunscourge]

A sigh left his lips at the declaration. “Actually, I was just going to ask if you happened to have a lighter.”

[almabooma-blog]

          ❝ A lighter, ❞  A look of incredulity stole across his features.              ❝ No. I don’t exactly have pockets, and I don’t smoke. ❞

[almabooma-blog]

       About 10 years ago, Alma Karma had died. In the eyes of the friend who’d struck him down, most of the Order who’d remained living and aware of his existence, and even himself— yes he’d been resigned to never opening his eyes again once that chill like death, that darkness so vast and impregnable, had swallowed him. But wasn’t the world funny like that? Defying all expectation ( usually, no, almost always for the worst ). Making it so that he lived on.

       This damn body that had been created to house his hand-me-down brain and soul had survived, persisted, clung like a tick to life’s last strand and he found eyes that had slipped closed in welcoming of oblivion fluttering against the burn of artificial lights. Time to wake up. Years might have trickled by in their slipping pace before they had deemed it fit to rouse him, but he was tragically, undeniably ALIVE. Alive but with a body aged vastly beyond the boy whose mind it held, alive but with Innocence sealed and bars on his room’s door, alive, yes, but dead in the eyes of anyone who really mattered and would treat him like a person. It was almost funny, really, how quickly that rage and fervent desire to take himself out of the world in a maelstrom of violence rolled over dead and left him feeling exactly that.

          ❝ —managed to reanimate him, ❞  A voice, distant and hard to catch but approaching the room that had become a prison cell, Alma could vaguely pinpoint it as belonging to one of the researchers as they conversed with another person. Two pairs of footsteps clacked nearer against the stone floor before they paused before the single entrance, the clatter of a lock rang out, and the door swung open with a whisper on its hinges. Oh there was little to no possibility of the waifish excuse of a young man harming the people who entered ( credited to both the sealing tags and invisible barrier that would shock him silly if he drew too near ), but still another human entering his space was an uncommon enough event that it bid Alma to at least turn his gaze— navy blue eyes dulled akin to frosted glass —towards them. The researcher, and a blonde haired man.  ❝ We’ve also taken all precautions to ensure that there won’t be another. . .  incident, as there’s still much to be gained. ❞

[almabooma-blog]

;^)

ooc;; nods @ u

[hasuheishi-archive-blog]

almabooma replied to your post

8) can’t stop won’t stop. 8 )

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as the older’s hand swung to a close distance of him, unconscious arms held up int he air as a reflexion as orbs did not broke apart from him. he had just thought how foolish this person was (someone important, his best friend) not just wandering without a worry but with that smile formed on lips that painted joy on his vibe bothered kanda for some reason. as well as alma, kanda found himself looking forward for their meeting, the only ‘sunshine’ in this gruesome hellhole was no one but alma, the one that he spent his life with, in the sorrow and joy of his world. they had their fight, childish as one could say, for whatever reason that either he or the brunette disagree with the other; consequently fighting for minutes until someone breaks them apart–regeneration helped them both–otherwise they could last hours of arguing.

even if both had their differences, growing and experimenting the same pitiful sadness years ago brought them together, now being more than welcome to exchange conversations (kanda always thinking he was the closest person he had)

‘ you are the awful one, with that stupid smile “ growled, hand moving forward to poke the older’s forehead with the usual frown (alma very familiar with it). ‘ i was training, what else could i do? “

[almabooma-blog]

       Alma’s lips remained pinched sidelong in a sort of peevish pout, feelings a messy, float-y mix of exasperation and mischief and cheer all in mild doses, before navy hues were drawn cross eyed to follow one prodding finger. He huffed out an indignant sound, then, that might have formed a growl, but instead fell lax into half-hearted grumbling. As common as the gesture had become, the exorcist was prompt in lofting his own hand again to swat Kanda’s away from further poking range. Another grumpy ( though lacking in any real bitterness ) scowl settled into place as Alma went on to rub at the targeted spot on his forehead.

          ❝ Don’t poke me, ❞  Justified retaliation came in the form of a tug at one of the long locks of hair the swordsman neglected to regularly tie back. To any onlooker, it might have seemed a nigh impossible feat for the young man to do such a thing without some death wish, given Kanda’s reputation for being all about ‘no touchies’, but such was another part of the routine. Regular, common, a movement like any other that Alma barely spared a thought towards; just did. Because this was what years of companionship amounted to.  . . .also the fact that hauling off on each other for these small things got tedious after some odd years. It would take more than this for one of the infamous throw downs.

       ❝ At least I don’t frown all day every day, or is your face just stuck like that?                       And I really should have guessed.           Alone. Because training with you is awful and painful, because you’re mean. ❞

[kanda44]

[almabooma-blog]

qserasera:

otp sparring: nice

otp sparring until one of them has a back to the wall and a blade at their throat: excellent

the other person dropping their weapon and the otp is k i s s i n g: I WILL LIFT THIS TABLE AND FLI P IT

[ink-marked-deactivated20190210]

   "Oh come on!“ Lavi was ready to argue this topic any   day. "You gotta admit that it’s at least a little bit funny   to see what happens to his face when I call him that~   It’s hilarious, man!” And unsafe. Very, very unsafe.

[almabooma-blog]

                ❝ Well yeah. ❞

       He could thoroughly agree with that, and the rebellious twist of a grin that began to break through Alma’s otherwise exasperated expression wholly gave it away.  ❝ Bugging Yu is my hobby. Though I have to go beyond calling him that to get anything, a real challenge. ❞

[lxtusblossom-blog]

The force of the other’s hand wrapping around Mugen stops it in its place - forcing Kanda to plant his feet on the ground just so he doesn’t slide against the pressure. The other’s strength is immense but usually Akuma are always strong - this doesn’t come as a surprise. 

Hearing Alma’s voice, twisted by darkness, but Alma’s all the same is a surprise. 

Blue eyes widen in surprise and horror, the hair on the back of his neck prickling almost violently. No, no he did not want to believe that the akuma in front of him was actually Alma. Even if there was no explanation for why it would have the other’s face. After all, Kanda had mutilated the other to the point of not being able to regenerate he had been sure of that. 

                         “ Go die ! “ 

The words burn in his throat like acid. Those were were never ones he’d want to say to Alma but if he tried to say anything else it might bring him to his knees. Twisting Mugen in Alma’s grip, knowing it would burn harshly, Kanda kicked his ankle out to sweet the akuma’s feet out from underneath it. 

                     “ Sick fuck, wearing his face !” 

[almabooma-blog]

       The crooked facsimile of a grin remained fixed in place ( all inhumanly pointed incisors bared as if snarling, vicious and sharp ) as Kanda spat denial back at him. The keen blade clenched in his fingers wrenched sidelong, then, and another hiss of two parallel powers clashing went up, but the newly risen akuma seemed not to pay it much heed even as the fresh gouge in his flesh knit back together. No, if it pained Alma he did not show it, too focused on his adversary and the power— drowning in it, drunk on it maybe.  ❝ Oh so you’re just going to deny that it’s me? Or maybe you did just let yourself forget. They call me Alma, remember? ❞

       A hand lashed out, the wicked points of claws carving an arc through the open air, and what would have been a retaliating strike for the swordsman’s eyes fell short to only slice a few long, trailing hairs as he lost footing. Now the razorblade smile did become a snarl, and he brought up another hand to bear an eye nestled in its palm ( iris vibrant, antifreeze blue and rolling in a socket that opened in the skin ) before the air rippled with electricity. A charge that lanced up forearm and fingers, crackling and shrieking; one he drove home towards the other’s chest.

                              ❝ You’d better start believing, Yu!!                             We’re going to finish what we started! ❞

[morganida]

oh, found this watercolor, didn’t use it for zfb for some reason. Dooooorks

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hasuheishi:

what the fucckk is this

THIS IS ME HAVING A GOOD TIME WITH MY MUSE WHO I LOVE VERY MUCH. imagine it it's fun and painful. 8))

[almabooma-blog]

ooc;; So instead of doing replies/making starters today I just did a lot of memes and headcanons. yay. guess what I’m now going to talk about a rp scenario I came up with the other day. 8′)

Exorcist Alma who participates in some big battle ( like the one on the Arc idk ) and they end up fighting Noahs as well as akuma. Alma gets Road’s attention and well something like what happened to Lavi during the aforementioned bit on the Arc goes down. She gets in his head. road basically has access to all of the memories of the person she targets and then can create an illusionary world to her liking to trap them, as we saw with Lavi, by using their regrets and insecurities as a focal point. Trying to break them from the inside. and I headcanon that,,, alma has rly grown to regret slaughtering almost everyone who was working on the second exorcist projec t as well as trying to kill kanda, so, she’d have a lot to go off of. But wait there’s more

Road having free reign to poke around in his memories would result in her coming across the suppressed memories of the woman whose brain is literally inside his head. They’re not gone, just repressed. Because we saw how Kanda started having visions of snippets of those memories and it makes sense since, again, it’s the dead exorcist’s own brain. if the Order wanted to destroy all of the past self’s memories then they would have had to damage some really important bits of brain and yeah that’s just asking for a disaster. Anyway. Road would have a field day with those memories. she’d rip right into the barrier keeping them back and, honestly, i don’t think she’d have to do more than sit back to watch Alma try and deal with the flood. Imagine what it would be like to suddenly have another person’s memories, their whole life, crowding into your head. alma’s probably experienced some of his own visions/dreams over the years but damn it would still be awful. not to mention that this Alma would still be terrified of Kanda finding out who he was in his “past life” so that fear is now right up in his face

He’d probably have a mental overload right then and there, go unconscious, and the other exorcists would need to take his catatonic self back to the Order to be treated. he’d stay under for a little while, and then he’d wake up and be a complete mess. Dissociative, staring half awake one minute and then panicking and screaming the next because the memories are too much and it’s like he’s not even himself in his own head because they’re so vivid and REAL. he’d also need to be hardcore restrained because of the panicked episodes and the fact that he has second exorcist “gorilla on steroids” strength. and what could doctors do for him? Not that much.