[chiikaramochi]

    ❛❛   𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂…            𝐈’𝐦 𝟒𝟎  𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤 .    ❜❜

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[mewiyev]

have a kata in honor of my birthday 🎂 💜

[mewiyev]

someone on curiouscat requested katakuri being swarmed by animals of his choice

[chiikaramochi]

@demonladyamande​ asked: [ FIND ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter one by the waist so they can reach something. "Cracker hid my stash of cigars, I require your assistance or else his head will fly "

‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS ( not accepting )

katakuri strains his neck to catch a glimpse of the packet of cigarettes that had been thrown unceremoniously on top of the cabinet .  damn .  cracker had really wedged them up there .  it was just high enough that it was out of katakuri’s reach - a lucky shot .  he could have possibly used his mochi abilities to extend his reach , but they weren’t his smokes , he wasn’t going to get in between this battle between amande and cracker .  sibling fights in the charlotte family were either violent or petty .  there was no in-between .  however , if he could find a way to diffuse the situation and avoid bloodshed , katakuri would promptly offer his assistance as it was needed . 

    ❛❛  here .      hold still .  ❜❜  

turning to his younger sister , he hoists her up gently by the waist , holding her  high enough so that she would be able to reach the packet of cigarettes .  he was used to doing this kind of thing when they were all children .  although they had all gained thirty or so years since then , the way they would bicker like a family and yet still be the first to fight at their sibling’s side - that had never once changed .

    ❛❛   you got ‘em ?  ❜❜  

[chiikaramochi]

@eyesofcuriosity​ asked: [ AID ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to lift them over something ( stairs,  while hiking, a large puddle etc.  ). compared to this giant she is only 5'0 .v.

‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS ( not accepting )

without either heed or warning , katakuri lifts the smaller woman into his arms , placing her securely over the fallen tree that had blocked their path and back once more onto the ground .  it was quicker to offer his assistance than idly watch her struggle to climb over the log .  after being separated from his crewmates , not exactly by choice , katakuri needed to locate the shortest route that would lead him back to his siblings .  his observation haki would help , as long as he could get close enough for it to become effective - this was a larger island than he had initially anticipated .  though as far as he could tell , it seemed like the both he and the girl had found themselves lost .  rather than struggling on their own terms , travelling together would increase their likelihood of getting out of here . he hardly acknowledges the gesture , only throwing a quick glance over his shoulder as he starts to take the lead .

    ❛❛  let’s keep going .  ❜❜

[chiikaramochi]

spears the mun with his trident for neglecting his blog .

[mewiyev]

second son

[skysurfing]

three sweet commanders

[leneemusing]

‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS

feel free to combine these with dialogue whether it’s something you make up or from other memes your partner has reblogged. 

[ BEND ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller muse down so they can kiss their forehead. 

[ LEAN ]  for the taller muse to lean down to kiss the shorter muse’s forehead. 

[ LIFT ]  for taller muse to lift up the smaller one and sit them on a surface where they can be eye level. 

[ CLIMB ]  for the shorter muse to find somewhere to perch so they can be eye level with taller muse. 

[ INTERRUPT ]  for shorter muse to stop during the middle of a conversation and stand on a chair/sit on a table so they can be eye level with the taller one. 

[ GIVE ]  for the taller muse to place their jacket around the shorter muse’s shoulders,  the garment essentially ‘swallowing them whole.’

[ TAKE ]  for the taller muse to find the shorter one has ‘borrowed’ a shirt/sweater/jacket etc.  which is oversized on them.  

[ GO ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one and carry them away from a potential/just started fight. 

[ RIDE ]  for the taller muse to give the shorter one a piggyback ride so they don’t have to keep up. 

[ SEE ]  for shorter muse to insist on getting to ride on the taller one’s shoulders.  

[ FIND ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter one by the waist so they can reach something. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter muse off the ground when they hug. 

[ CATCH ]  for the shorter muse to run and jump into the taller muse’s arms. 

[ CARESS ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to kiss them. 

[ GIVE ]  for the shorter muse to stand or climb to sit on a higher surface to demand a kiss from the taller one. 

[  PULL  ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller one down by the collar to kiss them. 

[ URGE ]  for the taller muse to tilt the shorter one’s chin up so they can look at their face. 

[ LOWER ]  for the taller muse to kneel in front of the shorter one so they’re less intimidating. 

[ HELP ]  for the taller muse to use the advantage of their stature to shield the shorter one from something. 

[ AID ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to lift them over something  (  stairs,  while hiking, a large puddle etc.  ). 

[ INSIST ]  for the shorter muse to guide the taller one to sit so they don’t have to keep looking up. 

[ COMFORT ]  for the taller muse to tuck their chin atop the shorter one’s head while they hug. 

[ MELT ]  for the taller muse to lean down so they can bury their face into the shorter one’s shoulder. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the smaller muse to hug the taller one while they are seated so the taller one can hide their face against them. 

[ BLOCK ]  for the taller muse to stand in front of the shorter one to prevent them from having to see something. 

[ CUDDLE ]  for the taller muse to the big spoon. 

[ HELD ]  for the shorter muse to be the big spoon. 

[ TENDER ]  for the taller muse to kiss the shorter one’s head while they embrace. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the shorter muse to kiss the taller one’s chest while they hug. 

[ REST ]  for the shorter muse to lean forward and press their forehead against the tall one’s chest/shoulder while they stand in front of each other. 

[ TOUCH ]  for the taller muse to lean down and press their forehead to the shorter one’s. 

[ PRESS ]  for the shorter muse to take hold of the taller one’s face to pull them down so they can press their foreheads together. 

[ GAZE ]  taller muse is sitting and the shorter one who is standing in front of them takes their face into their hands while they talk. 

[chiikaramochi]

littlemissleapyear​:

        🕷 Layla had been with the Big Mom pirates for a year now. Having made her way to Whole Cake for just a joy ride and falling in love with it. From there it was just a matter of Big Mom’s interest in the spider, and boy did she have interest.

           This VERY LARGE family became her own family quickly. Sure the elder children caused her issues from time to time but the younger adored her. They seemed to treat her as one of their own from playing games to allowing her to help them with their tasks or learnings. She didn’t mind even now as she was caring several around with her when running into the elder Charlotte son. 

             Or rather him running into the doorway. Even the spider flinched at the sound causing her to speak her mind flatly. Sure Katakuri had many feet on her, for goodness sakes she only came up to his hip. Not that the spider wasn’t use to being on the ‘smaller’ side despite being above average herself. 

             He seemed to shrug it off so easily causing his younger siblings within the raven hairs arms to cheer and admire. No damage seemed to be done and the growing admiration of the young ones seemed to rub off on her a bit. 

             “Ok,ok. I just know you’re job is important and even if a headache may be small it can still cause issues. If it persists please say something.” Layla doubted such a thing would happen. After all these were the most words she’d heard out of the other in weeks. Silent and observant wasn’t bad but she like to keep a conversation with those around her. Not that she could force the other, nor did she want to. 

               She knew better for if it came to irking Katakuri he’d easily squish her like the bug she was. Layla knew who not to pick a fight with but also didn’t like rejection. Still, he seemed to humor her on the matter and all she could do was softly smile up at him as the younger siblings once more pulled on her hands to go play. They also insisted the elder come with them, hopefully he let them down softly on the matter.  🕷

    ❛❛  it’s nothing to worry about .  ❜❜

being one of the eldest children of the charlotte family , all the younger siblings tended to look up to katakuri to lead by example , he took it as his duty to be someone that they could rely upon .  he was never affectionate with his family , it wasn’t like him to be the kind of person that hugged his loved ones , instead he would show how much he cared by taking on the burdens that were suffice it to say - unpleasant .  that way he could appease mama and keep her tantrums at bay .  keeping casualties in totto land to an absolute minimum .  though he couldn’t do much when he was sent away on a mission . 

he brings a hand against the spot on his forehead that had made collision with the door frame .  with both his younger siblings and layla watching him , he had to keep on a strong , silent image , though part of him wanted to curse underneath his breath .  even if katakuri was always suspicious to anyone outside of the family , layla had shown an earnest nature and excellence at handling his siblings .  he could be grateful for her dedication .  he responds with a short nod of his head , acknowledging her concerns , though he seemingly dismisses them as his hand returns to his side .  instead he makes an audible observation .

    ❛❛  you’re good with those kids .  ❜❜

[chiikaramochi]

innocenceimpulse​:

« That’s sad to hear. Sometimes a father can have a huge influence on a child’s life. I can’t imagine if I haven’t known mine. Even if he disappeared, I still remember him.»

    ❛❛  it would be far more painful to have known him and then faced the loss .     losing your family is a wound more painful than any fists or knives could inflict .     you have my condolences .  ❜❜

[chiikaramochi]

aesthetics for the entities,  part i.           bold what applies to your muse,   italicize  what applies situationally or only in certain verses.   rest of the fears here.   this is based on a horror podcast ;  potentially triggering & / or upsetting content ahead!   pt. ii here.

i.  the  buried.          weighed blankets.   drowning.   the comfort of a loved one’s weight.  soil & sand piling on top of you.   hugging so hard it hurts a little.  cramped hiding spots.   letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool.   walls pressing in on you.   not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little.   dragging the last second before you have to inhale.   lonely subways.   feeling like one with the earth.   a layer of dirt on you.   looking for something below.   cardboard boxes & tiny pillow forts.   hands calloused from digging.   knowing that your purpose is just below the surface.   entering your final resting place before it kills you.   a storm drowning you out.   dust & sand speaking to you.

ii.  the corruption.          insects.   a close imitation of the natural course of life.   an illness in a community.  a rag that dirties more than it cleans.   an untreated wound.   containment.   breaching containment.   unbreathable air.   fungi.   one with that you love.   one with what loves you.   a corpse unfit for a glass case.   hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings & legs.   honeycomb patterns.   an ecosystem within a person.   a curse passed on.   the hubris of a scientist.   an ugly death where a glorious one is owed.   blood on a handkerchief.   parasites.   something pushing up the sewer.   a mask to keep something out.   trypophobia.   knowing you belong.   death weeks after impact.   fever.   food that’s gone off.   pandora’s box.   death behind a glass.

iii.  the dark.          shadows.   lights that turn off by themselves.   the feel of cold marble.  a beaked creature in the night.   the difference between seeing darkness & seeing nothing.   touch of something you can’t see.   hiding under a blanket.   white,  clouded eyes.   months without going outside during sunlight.  pouring dark.   unscrewing lightbulbs.   black matter.   light sensitivity.   a starless night.   time before light was created.   a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to.   withering plants.   a world without a sun.  footfalls in an empty house in the night.   a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should.   desperate reach for a flashlight.   clothes that hide your shape.   staying unperceivable.   winter months in the north.   an empty church.

iv.  the desolation.          senseless pain.   warmth of faith.   wax where skin should be.   a blazing fire.   heat without a source.   the third or fourth tragedy in the family.   losing everything you’ve ever held dear.   so much to live for,  gone so soon.  the smell of gasoline.   touch that scars.   coffee cup that never goes cold.   scorch marks on wood.   inescapably warm air.   a child born in fire.   death of a loved one.   a candle without a flame.   an altar in the middle of the woods.   animals with burnt fur.   plastic explosives.   burning hot metal.   sweating in an interrogation room.   never touching a loved one.   disfigurement.   a kiss that ruins you.   the scent of burning fat.   a tattoo that terrifies its viewer.   the agony of hellfire displayed as art.   auburn hair.   little clothing in cold weather.   a ripple in the air.   trying to cool down in vain.

v.  the flesh.          body horror.   factories.   a hunger for something more filling.  never quite happy with how you look.   the terror of an animal waiting for slaughter.   a very good meal.   the liquid of a perfect steak.   fighting your worst survival instincts.   a twisted bone.   long nights working out.  more than one heart.   appearance that shapes like clay.   a bag of bones.   bone broth in a pot.   knowing to fear pigs.   the butcher’s shop.   plastic surgery.   something alien inside your body.   a hunger in the gaze laid upon you.   unwitting cannibalism.   forgetting what you used to look like.   being admired for your appearance & appearance only.   teeth marks on skin.   scars from wounds that should’ve killed you.   cooking in scarcity.   fenced in with one way to go.

vi.  the end.          the last page of a book.   nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares.   a skeletal hand.   the grip of the grim reaper around your throat.   existential pain.   ivory dice.   flatlining in a hospital.   gambling with death.  as old as the universe.   soul & spirit tied to an object.   a dream where you die.   closing your eyes for the last time.   the pleas of a dying one.   knowing the fate of someone you know & being unable to prevent it.   a thousand cords tugging you towards your end.   skin that’s freezing to the touch.   an act of desperation.   someone’s life for yours.   an eternity spent alive.   the cost of your selfishness.   watching your own burial.  causing your own burial.  the smell of death.   numbness to fear.  words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe.   multiple near—death experiences you refuse to die from.

vii.  the eye.          googling something you shouldn’t have.   eureka moments.   the unforgiving lens of a camera.   witness reports.   hidden libraries.   eyes of different colours.   feeling of being watched.  a death recorded in tape.   a tragedy you can’t look away from.  endangering yourself for knowledge.   truth.   analog records.   a symbol of an eye.   a watch tower.   compulsion to document.   turning on recording devices without thinking about it.   saving the evidence before the person.   extracting information.   truth or dare,  without the dare.   a thirst for knowledge.   books that speak to you.  coordinated shelves.  cataloguing systems.   voyeurism.   police report you can’t put down.   reasoning your way out.   smell of old papers.   books that read you back.

TAGGED BY: stolen. >:3c

TAGGING : anyone !

[mastomysowner]

From untitled by mrrnyan

[chiikaramochi]

@bloominghands​ asked: “Are you planning to keep holding me up for a long time?”

short tall sentence starters ( not accepting )

katakuri continues on his path , robin positioned atop of his shoulder , secured within the layers of fur that lined his neck and upper torso .  he didn’t seem willing to negotiate .  having retrieved her from within one of the private charlotte family libraries - his mother’s collection of books and historical records diverse enough to make any scholar’s heart race .  as long as they avoided the articles contained in her ‘personal collection’.  katakuri was impressed enough that robin managed to evade suspicion and find her way inside .  she was talented , her drive for knowledge would ordinarily be admirable .  still , she couldn’t cause any trouble for him if he kept a close eye on her .  the closest he could think of was right on his shoulder , until he could be sure they were in a place where his mother’s reach was limited .  not that he had any worries about her .  if she could avoid the world government’s claws , she could just as well keep her distance from big mom .

    ❛❛  i might .     if it’s going to keep you out of the way .  ❜❜

[chiikaramochi]

innocenceimpulse​:

« …Has something happened to him? »

    ❛❛  knowing mama - he’s probably dead .     can’t say that i feel any remorse .     i never knew him .  ❜❜

[chiikaramochi]

    ❛❛  father’s day ?     there’s no such thing in our family . ❜❜

[chiikaramochi]

Which imaginary illness do you have?

Blooming Pox

Their roots have taken hold inside your veins, your breath is shared now. Life grows from your flesh - an inescapable, floral infection. It will feast upon you until you have nothing left to give, it will trap you and make you unable to move forward. You know all this as you watch the flowers bloom just above your skin, their own petals stained with crimson - but isn't it nice to be needed, doesn't it feel good to have them depend on you for them to grow out of your not yet rotting corpse.

Tagged by: stolen from val lol. Tagging: you.