祝日 / Permanent Vacation
AnasAbdin
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@avariciouss
'𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥.'
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣.
'𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦.'
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Greed was far from pleased. Muzan stealing his lackies by taunting him. Tainting them. Inoske was a close friend. A boy unlike any other. Part human part boar. Now he was no more than a farel monster that couldn't even think for himself anymore. He has to remember something. Anything. Then he smirked.
"You gonna let him tell you what to do? That good for nothing g coward that hides behind you. You don't see it do you 'kiba'!?" Greed laughed. His sharp teeth and purple hues expressing a sense of mockery as he coughed and wiped a fake tear away from his eye.
"You're canon fodder to him. Nothing more. You're eye is just a number kid. You're an object. Not a subject." He said with that still unmoving smirk." But you dont care do you? All to make the coward happy. Tell me brat. You find that worthless flower yet!?"
His expression contorted as he asked that question." The very thing he's sacrificing you for!"
Something about this worm truly rubbed Kiba's furry ears the wrong way. Something about his demeanor, about the look in his eyes, like there was genuine sorrow behind the snark and the bragging.
This man meant nothing to him. He was just a pile of flesh for him to shred through. Then why... why was Kiba hesitating?
"Shut the fuck up! You have no idea just how strong the Lord is! He's a thousand times stronger than you! I only do what he says because I respect him!"
Thin eyebrows furrowed above the demon's glowing eyes. The number carved in there wasn't the one he wanted, but he only had to trample more and more patethic bugs like this one. Devour more and more, humans, slayers, hashira, his appetite unsatiable.
"No one knows the wild better than me. I'll shred you to ribbons, find that flower, and I'll make the Lord proud!"
The little beast threw himself at Greed's throat, determined to try and rip it right out. To make him stop talking once and for all.
Greed's moves despite his size were far from slow. Before kiba knew it Greed's hand was around his throat in seconds and threw him to the ground. His arm wrapping tightly around his neck. The kid attacked recklessly. There was never any real tactics to them. Making him easy to read. He only ever went easy on him when he was a human because he was a human and he liked the kid.
Now he was gone. Unless he could get the kid out of there some how. Like the Nezuko girl he'd talk about. His knee placed on his lower back as he bore his teeth." I may be old, brat. But I can kick your ass better than you can kick mine." He hissed.
His purple hues glowing brighter with his growing anger." I'll kill Muzan for taking you away from me Inoske. I'll devour that piece of shit!" He hissed. But he couldn't hurt him. He was hesitating himself.
Fuck. Why the kid? Why his friend? His 'fellow king'? Tears started to leave his eyes as he gripped his friend tight. And yelled in anger and sadness as he ripped his head from his shoulders with sharp nails harder than daimond. His head in his hands knowing full well he'd still be able to move his body he kept his foot firmly planted on his back. Forcing kiba to look him in his sorrow filled eyes.
"Does he weap for his subjects? For his pawns like I do to you? But you 'don't know me'? Yes you do. How do I know you!? Tell me that! That you were raised by boars! Can move your organs and contort your body in crazy fucking ways! I know you. Do you know your master? Or is the king of the mountain no more than a petty worker drone like the rest of your kind?"
"Look kid! You're name isn't Kiba! Or whatever the fuck! It's Inoske!" [If you still do kiba also HI long hiatus I missed yOu!]
The demon's fangs were on full display, a snarl curling his lips above them while a low growl resonated from his throat. Anyone with a shred of survival instinct would have run away from that sight, with the fresh corpse at his feet and the blood trickling from his mouth, but this guy clearly wasn't getting the message.
"Hah?! What the fuck are you talking about, you shit for brains? I know who I am! That name was given to me by the Lord, and if you're gonna insult it, I'll make you pay a thousand times! I'll rip your ribs out one by one and feast on your organs!"
No, that wouldn't be enough. Perhaps he would crush the organs and watch them reform, over and over. Kiba could tell that this was no human, yet something felt off about the guy. Like he wasn't exactly a demon, either.
"You're already dead, old fart. You're gonna regret even speaking to me!"
And so he went right for the jugual, sharp claws aiming to tear the vocal cords right out of the man's throat.
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Greed was far from pleased. Muzan stealing his lackies by taunting him. Tainting them. Inoske was a close friend. A boy unlike any other. Part human part boar. Now he was no more than a farel monster that couldn't even think for himself anymore. He has to remember something. Anything. Then he smirked.
"You gonna let him tell you what to do? That good for nothing g coward that hides behind you. You don't see it do you 'kiba'!?" Greed laughed. His sharp teeth and purple hues expressing a sense of mockery as he coughed and wiped a fake tear away from his eye.
"You're canon fodder to him. Nothing more. You're eye is just a number kid. You're an object. Not a subject." He said with that still unmoving smirk." But you dont care do you? All to make the coward happy. Tell me brat. You find that worthless flower yet!?"
His expression contorted as he asked that question." The very thing he's sacrificing you for!"
@avariciouss ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ:
"Pretty face like yours never did belong in my bar, Astra."
「 ― "I think that's my decision to make, don't you?" Astra leaned forward, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I don't take kindly to men telling me what to do because they think they know better than me." ― 」
"I only say it because you Are pretty and my bar is ment for low lives and drunken thugs." He blushes slightly. His cheeks bright red as he rubbed his neck. Looking around as to ensure no one else was staring at him before he coughed.
"So! Buisness!" Greed placed his hands on the counter top. His smile returning as he bore his sharp teeth with a sense of excitement." What will it be? Hard or light?" He hummed towards her as he withdrew what looked to be a old jug with a very old looking quark.
"The finest aged sake in the entertainment district. Or perhapse. He placed a cup at the bar and activated a tap on a barrel." A smooth ale from Norway?"
Prehistoric over here
@avariciouss continued from x
"So you know what I am, huh?" Satoru accepted the drink with the casual air of an old patron chatting with their favourite bartender, leaning comfortably against the bar.
From the odd pattern of the creature's cursed energy, and the fact that the other patrons of the bar could see him, it wasn't quite a cursed spirit. Now isn't that intriguing?
"Pretty calm about that given what you are. Not worried about any trouble?" He took a sip from his glass.
"No. I keep it cool if you don't cause trouble. If anything this bar is an ecosystem for me. Negative feelings get drowned out with booze. I get fed. And have fun while I'm at it." He stated as he looked at him.
"After all the average human cant really see through a mask like that unless their able to sense cursed energy." Taking another shot of Sake he rose a brow. There wasn't ever really any trouble when it came to his bar. Especially when the negative grunts try to rob him. He throws them away. Needless to say his time as a nightclub owner with the name 'Devil's Nest' wasn't entirely the most inconspicuous name he came up with. But he ran it with dignity and pride as he studied him further. He wasn't just a student. This was a teacher from the school that trains thoes with cursed energy. He oozed with it.
It filled his nostrils that his power was beyond that of anything he's felt." Your a strong one..that's for sure. Not afraid to admit that you'd kick my ass to the moon and back."
Realized today that my top 3 have this theme in common.
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"Let me fucking touch your damn nose and boop you!"
"Ill bite every last fingers right off your hands if you keep trying, old man!! Nobody boops the King of the Mountain and gets to live!"
It's a risky situation. If he pushes his mask up to bite, he will expose his nose to the horrid booping. Gotta be very fast...
As he lifts his mask greed managed to get a boop in whilst distracting Inoske with the other finger.
"Haha! Booped your fuckin nose ya brat! How do you like that huh!?" He asked as he pointed at him with a sharp toothed grin that didn't seem to falter. Best achievement in his complete honesty.
"I fuckin got you~! I fuckin did it~!"
That guy. That fucking guy! How was he so fast?!
Inosuke stood transfixed for a few seconds, wondering how he could have let this happen. His cheeks turned an interesting shade of red, pure rage pumping into his blood as veins popped across his traits.
"Oh yeah?! You got me?! I'll fucking boop YOUR NOSE, shitty old man! Take THAT!"
He aimed for Greed's nose indeed... Except not with the tip of an index finger. That's a whole punch coming for you, Greed.
As he was laughing at him he wasn't expecting the boy to punch him. The bunch broke his nose and send him down like a momentary tree. His eyes were white as he held the smile. The crash resulting in a thud before he shook it off. Returning to his feet with another spout of laughter.
"Damn brat. That hurt like hell! Not bad! If I didn't say it myself, I'd say you were getting stronger." Wiping the small bit of blood from his nose with a flick he noogied the boar mask with his knuckles as a playful gesture.
"Whose been training you!? A hashira?" He asked. The kid was getting stronger. It showed because he actually knocked his ass out for a second after his successful booping. His healing factor only returned him to conciousness after he hit the ground."I'm getting jealous."
"Let me fucking touch your damn nose and boop you!"
"Ill bite every last fingers right off your hands if you keep trying, old man!! Nobody boops the King of the Mountain and gets to live!"
It's a risky situation. If he pushes his mask up to bite, he will expose his nose to the horrid booping. Gotta be very fast...
As he lifts his mask greed managed to get a boop in whilst distracting Inoske with the other finger.
"Haha! Booped your fuckin nose ya brat! How do you like that huh!?" He asked as he pointed at him with a sharp toothed grin that didn't seem to falter. Best achievement in his complete honesty.
"I fuckin got you~! I fuckin did it~!"
"I know what you are. Many things enter and leave my bar. One wasn't ever a witch that's for sure." He hummed as he kicked his feet up and laid his head back on the countertop of the bar long table and huffed.
"Its called depression sweetheart. Happens to even the inhuman. And let's just say sake nullifies the pain." He said as he poured his last drop of sake into his mouth and gulped it. An infinate amount of booze would just make it all go away despite the fact he could barely get drunk and his healing factor slows that down ten fold. So if he just drank till he got sick he'd feel so much better.
Fuck his father and siblings. He was done and wanted to be done so long ago. But to hell with it. He wanted to get fucked up and party his eternal life away." What do ya say? Wanna get fucked up?"
So this creature could what, sense her? Or managed to somehow find out about her through another means? It wasn't like she didn't have stories surrounding her, if one knew where to look for them and how to listen. But if he expected her to fuel his vices, well, he at least better provide something useful in return.
"Human brews are too weak - they're practically juice." Mortem mused as she trailed her finger around the edge of the glass before her. May as well not pretend to be something she wasn't. Her own regenerative spell filtered the effects of alcohol and other things extremely fast.
But she waved his way, seeing as he made himself comfortably at the quiet little table she had taken up in the corner. "By all means, don't let me stop you though." She plucked her glass up off the table and took a sip.
He chortled. She wasn't wrong as he would take a seat next to her and watched as the drink would simply refill itself on contact. Fascinating. He secretly wished he could have that and yet he didn't. Shame.
"So what brings a pretty witch to my bar? Bored?" He asked curiously. He sure as hell was the flirtatious type though. His purple eyes flaring as he removed his sunglasses and hooked them over the neck of his undershirt. Taking a heavy sip of his sake bottle. It was like drinking juice. A very shitty tasting juice. It was why he would slip something stronger into his drinks to make him feel something. Anything. And it resulted in just a few seconds of blissful out of mind experience.
"Your safe here. As far as I say nothing is touching you while I'm around." He's seen witches be burned. It was sad. Not deserved at all because they had truly great gifts. " I could sense you because I've seen you. A long time ago in Ireland." He stated. and yet he didn't know her name." The only thing I never could get was your name."
He placed a thumb to his chest. His smile confident." Names Greed."
"If I were to make a wish. Is it possible to wish for infinate sake-?"
@avariciouss
"Hypothetically speaking, yes." A silly little inquiry but the fact it amused her a little was precisely what led her to humoring him. Sitting back in the chair she was currently occupying, Mortem eyed him. Of course she wouldn't outright say such a thing she was capable of to a stranger.
Tapping her finger against her cheek, she observed the creature. "But why ask me?"
"I know what you are. Many things enter and leave my bar. One wasn't ever a witch that's for sure." He hummed as he kicked his feet up and laid his head back on the countertop of the bar long table and huffed.
"Its called depression sweetheart. Happens to even the inhuman. And let's just say sake nullifies the pain." He said as he poured his last drop of sake into his mouth and gulped it. An infinate amount of booze would just make it all go away despite the fact he could barely get drunk and his healing factor slows that down ten fold. So if he just drank till he got sick he'd feel so much better.
Fuck his father and siblings. He was done and wanted to be done so long ago. But to hell with it. He wanted to get fucked up and party his eternal life away." What do ya say? Wanna get fucked up?"
"Sake or beer?"
"Just some juice please! I'm on a job right now." He just didn't drink, period, but no need to publicize that information. Besides he wasn't lying-- this was a cursed spirit before him was it not?
It was funny. Looking at a jujutsu sorcerer in his bar. Being half human half curse he was more curse than human as he smirked at him and obliged him with his order. A glass of orange juice poured fresh from a bottle of simply orange. Mostly used for the mixed drinks but he would give.
"A job huh? Cajt say I'm any different. Needless to say the night club needs tending every so often." He chortled in amusement. Most would stare at the stranger oddly. But Greed was welcoming to those who didn't cause trouble. So far this guy was decent. He had a power about him that was slightly unnerving but nevertheless he would serve. Fixing his glasses to his eyes he smiled. Sharp teeth sharing their flare as he spoke.
"Its not every day I get one of you running around. Especially here. I'm not complaining. Means more business." He shrugged as he poured himself a shot of sake and downed it. A shot of sake didn't really do much to him. The taste was more or less the best part in his opinion.
Yawns, staggers and sways side to side, stretches his arms out and almost falls to sleep.
“Esh, the weak sure do like to talk a lot, you lot really do like to go on the big villain speech, did you spend all night practicing that, because I got some pointers for you, not that there is gonna be a next time for you, just saying.”
"I've heard you talk shit before, Gojo. What's the harm in a S rank curse whose doing nothing but running a damn bar?" He hissed. This little shit. Christ.
He had no respect and the more he spoke he sighed. Skin growing hard and dense as it covered him from head to toe. This stuff was hard as rock. No..harder. crossing his arms as he spoke. His tone almost sounding like he was speaking through a long hallway." Try it." He wasn't exactly happy. Usually he was always gun ho about people coming in. Trying to be a good host. But this guy..he wanted nothing more than to choke him.
He had the perfect eco system for a Curse. A bar was where people went to numb their emotional pains. This fed him to keep him alive while he served food and drinks with thoes he took in.
"Underlings?" Was he literally him, just a boar boy and a wild demon slayer? This made him glance at his own loyal companions and with a moment. Shook his head." No no no. Kid. Its..you know. A mate? Like how a mommy boar, and a daddy boar.." he paused. Explaining this would be impossible.
The kid took things too literally. To describe a girlfriend is like trying to explain why walls are incapable of movement. His shoulders went lax as he sighed." Okay. Girl talk is not exactly the best thing to talk about. Shit." He thought. His fingers gently caressing his chin." I tried" he shrugged. He'd take no offense to it. But the underlings made his intrest peek a mountain.
"So these 'underlings' of yours. They got names? They loyal to ya?" The smile was sharp. He was genuinely interested in this kid's life. He was different. Had the apitite of a crazy person and a personality of one to. Not that the kid meant it in any way. He was justified in his ways of acting like he did. Justification? Raised by animals. Unlike him who was raised by a crazy man who took his humanity away so long ago he can't remember his real name anymore.
Taking a seat at the bar he kicked back in the stool and looked at him. A beer tossed to him by the large ox sized man as he huffed in acknowledgement." They like you? Demon slayers?" He hadn't really heard of them from this kid until now. How...amusing. this was a life he knew. Took person after person in. Thoes with no home, no hope of living a good life. Living on the streets. The homeless, the sad. The weak.
But he despised slavery. He gave the men and women a choice. Everyone had one. The could stay. And they could leave when they wished. They left free. They stayed free. They worked for him he'd treat his people with respect. His own silent kingdom in the middle of the entertainment district. 'The Devil's Nest'.
Though..Demons have been proving to be a pain in his ass lately regarding their master, muzan. Just as persistent as father. But nevertheless no more than a minor pain in his ass.
"Can't wait to hear all about them."
The boar's confusion became increasingly more palpable as Greed went on with his explanations. It was a chance that he decided to change the subject, or this might have gone on for hours and hours on end. Or perhaps Greed would've lost his mind first.
"Damn right they do! There's Monjiro, Chuitsu and Pyonpoko!" He claimed, proudly getting every single name wrong – although Inosuke himself was certain of being right. Not that Greed would be able to tell the difference, anyway.
"Of course they're loyal to me! I'm their boss and their leader! They do everything I say, and together, we've killed a bunch of demons! There's even that one time where we teamed up with some really big Hashira guy, and we killed two demons at once! And they were Upper Moons! My underlings watched my back while I charged, and cut the worm demon's head!"
He spoke with great motions, reenacting the battle in great swings of his arms and punches to the air.
He quieted down a little as Greed broadened the question to the rest of the slayers.
"I dunno if they like me. But I don't care! As long as they keep fixing my swords when they break, and they respect me, I don't care! I'm gonna keep climbing the ranks until I become one of the Hashira! And you better be there to watch it happen, fluff-neck old man!"
"Ah but a leader they like will make life easier for ya, kid." He hummed with a prideful smile as he wrapped his arms around his underlings as they smiled with honesty towards him. "A happy underling means for better control. Without that. They're more than likely going to attack. Or even turn your back on yah." He let them go. Some advice but knowing this kid. Thoes underlings are more than likely just a group and someone else was the leader. But the kid had spunk.
"Ahh whatever. I'm sure the boar king has it." He smirked before stretching his legs. And getting to his feet." Common kid. I'm in the mood for a walk." He said as he waved his hand. Beckoning Inoske to follow. To think the kid just barhrd into his bar one day smelling him. Only to be distracted by plate after plate of food.
Becoming friends with the very thing that was trained to hunt him down was simply impossible. Well..impossible did not make it improbable. He opened the door as the sent if finely adorned perfume from the maidens assaulted his nostrils. Nevertheless it was his home. Had been for two hundred years now.
He actually had to move to his secondary establishment from the entertainment district because of that fight." I remember that fight." He chortled as he rolled his head. The night time air hitting his face as he thought about it. Taking shelter in the basement. He remembered vividly..
"Let's just say. Watching you get stabbed..just.." he paused. Seriousness coating his voice as he spoke."Be..more careful next time." He said as he placed a hand on his head. That scene broke his heart beyond belief. He couldn't help because the building had collapsed on his people. He had to get them out.
If he did help, it would have been a not so pretty sight.
"Got shit against me because I'm a curse running a bar?" [Gojo]
“I got nothing against you, you’re too weak.”
"Look at you. Acting like your top shit." He scoffed deeply towards the man in the doorway. Looking from a place on a stool withing a rough looking bar hidden in the back of a alleyway away from prying eyes. Nevertheless his hiding spot would occasionally be found by jujutsu sorcerers. Low and behold. One showed up. Swinging his thing around as if he was the king of the world. Ingrate..
"God you humans are more or less confusing as fuck to me. He rolled his head casually before he crossed his arms." So what then? Bitching contest? Or is it gonna be violence. Truth be told I ain't in the mood. Weak to your sorry ass or not."
He leaned back in his stool. The people that surrounded him mostly glared at gojo for stepping foot in his bar. The bar was a haven. A place for the lowlife scum and Curses could reside without a problem. If trouble were to be had he would take care of it without a problem. Well..as problem-less as he could make it. His purple slitted eyes staring at Gojo as he sighed and raised his hand.
"Don't bother. Brat ain't gonna do anything stupid. As long as he don't. I won't. Got it?" He asked the stranger as he kicked himself off his stool and took a long sip from his shot of sake before slamming it on the counter." So I guess you sensed me, huh?"
To most. He was a S Rank Curse. He was powerful yes. But perfered to be in hiding more than standing out right in the sunshine. He stood three inches shorter than him but he merely shrugged it off." Sake?" He asked. Raising a brow before removing his rounded sunglasses. He looked more human than curse. But yet. His story was needless to say...unwilling." Weakness don't matter. Not when you have people to protect. Couldn't care less about it. Or what you think about it. But fuck it. You got my attention. You gonna play nice? Or do I have to remove you?"
He'd see so many of these Jujutsu sorcerers run around like their top shit. How many had died? Too many. Humans are fragile creatures. Weak. One well placed strike meant death. Though they were sorcerers. They were not immortal. This asshol flaunts his power like a damn parade. It will no doubt get him killed one day.
Striker got me feeling different ngl. It sucks they couldn't keep norman reedus as his va but nevertheless I'm a happy girl sisjdgs
Which character should I make from the hazbin/helluvaboss universe?
Alastor
Striker
50/50! OOF ITS APERFECT BALANCE
