ᴄʟᴜᴇʟᴇss ғᴇᴀʀ.

[aimatos]

"…" The Stake said nothing.

"Hmpf." That was all. 

[deathility]

"Do I even wanna fucking know what's going on here..."

She came back. "W-where have you been? This babe over here's been picking on me!"

[genkotsuko]

A short pause was required to process what he mentioned, her grip loosening slowly but having yet to remove away her hands Resembling briefly a gentle touch, an eyebrow arched as an indication of a lack of understatement. Features would eventually alter into a more disgusted expression, finally removing them in complete horror while taking a more defensive stance. "I DON’T WANT TO TOUCH YOU, YOU’RE GROSS! GROSS! GROSS!" One day she might discover why he was so ridiculous and absurd, beyond irritable but apparently they now possess an eternity to discover a method of finding harmony in their disastrous relationship that for more than one reason was possibly the strongest.

For now, she can only wonder how to handle him without losing herself.

"KEHHEI! Your clown makeup is the last of my concerns and it should be yours as well, idiot! MAYBE YOU SHOULD FOCUS ON, I DON’T KNOW, SURVIVING?" And she wasn’t going to baby him around under any circumstances, they did not go through hell together to be at the brink of despair just for a couple of cosmetics! It made no sense whatsoever and despite not being entirely surprised, Lisa felt a tad offended after listening to his claims.

"Do you know where are you going to live at least? What will you eat!? Anything at all…! Seriously, stop." Vocals initially severe stray rather quick from its lecturing attempt, seemingly calm in a vague intent of not sounding worried. Nonetheless, concern may obviate through mannerisms, even if it was in the subtlest of actions. She couldn’t help it, much as she is willing to deny; losing him would be devastating. Azure eyes remained static upon his own gaze, a firm intent of requesting an honest answer or in vain hopes he might provide a less disappointing comeback in return.

"You’re so stupid, I’m embarrassed I have to be stuck with you out of all people…"

[deathility]

Who wouldn't want to touch him, the Great Michel, whose beauty ascends and overpowers even the gods? He was a shining example of lucid and easy-to-grasp perfection, one that doesn't need some explaining. Among other things, she was against him and that was blasphemy. Blinded by the sudden realization did he pause to not consider her continuous meddling, thinking about himself as per usual which, fortunately or unfortunately depending on whose perspective, stopped short enough for him to take whole dosages of reality and slowly bring her attention to a close. His own hand went against her, trying to pull her out. He didn't know she had such smooth hands though.

Lifted penumbra of senseless mockery did he motioned to frown and rub his cheek, hopefully the foundation didn't go off or else it would look pretty uneven in his skin. He can't manage to look like a fool now although there's no doubt he already does. "I am focusing, jeez..." The reason why he's working on not ruining his makeup in the first place. Why can't she understand the main point of it? "I wasn't going to ask otherwise. I can't survive without it in case you don't already know, you foreigner."

And... now comes the point where he should stop jumbling his priorities and think about it now. Where is he going to live, huh... shouldn't the answer supposed to be somewhere safe and not just here in the middle of nowhere? He should be fine at the very least. Like her, he has a demon he can depend on. If chances are he's unsafe, Lucifer will gladly defend him... if she stops being such a prideful little asshole that is. "Ah... about that..." But what about the more important stuffs? Where to take a bath, where to eat, where to bury his face when he's asleep? He didn't think about them earlier. Confusion hit and Eikichi Mishina is no longer as confident as he was before.

"Ugh, I can get by." Better than to ask for her help.

[the-folding-chair-tank]

What?

Here forever?

Well, she mighta said somethin’ about it, but Kanji kinda… tuned things out once he found out he wasn’t at home anymore.

"Uh…" Kanji said dumbly, all the fire draining out of his shoulders. "Forever? You serious? Won’t someone, y’know, find us after a while and let us go home or somethin’?"

He still had no idea how he got here, but it seemed he was never gonna find out. This was just great.

"I thought I already told you all this," Lucifer sighed, rubbing tiny, seven-year-old-looking fingers to a seven-year-old-looking temple.

"Nobody ever listens to me…" she grumbled. "Why do I even bother…"

[deathility]

At least the dude stopped screaming, finally. There was never a need to be that loud especially when they're not even that apart from one another. That's kind of rich coming from the Death Boss himself considering how he likes to shout at his friends as well, asserting some form of nonexistent dominance over them.

He turned his head to gaze at the shorter figure, some young girl who seemed to be accompanying the aggressive guy. They're a very odd pair. "She your sister or something?" Not like he could've guessed that she's a demon from purgatory, with that young form and all there's no way he can say.

[maidforthesea]

Manners child

[maidforthesea]

"…" The Scylla’s mouth opened to speak, but only disbelief came out. To not respect a lady’s feelings was already a grave sin, but then he said that she was an octopus lady and that she couldn’t resist him. He had just downgraded himself from sir, to mr, to boy, to child. Well with her grip, he was the one who had no resistance. Her tentacles gripping him tightly, only taking three to lift him up off the ground as she used the other five to scuttle towards the water. 

"You are definitely getting a bath now child. Unless you decide to wash out that unruly mouth of yours before we get to the waterfall. You have until then to apologize for your rudeness, but I believe you require a much larger change in attitude that only a sound scrubbing can provide." Not that she wanted to hear anything else he might spew out, but she had to give the infant-like man a chance. 

[deathility]

He might have said something wrong, have done something that could deem this situation plausible and acceptable but he was just a human and like many others, could commit mistakes that they'll lately regret. Eikichi was nervous and didn't really want to destroy the only make up he had left as well as remove the dye he took so many hours to apply on his hair. It would be fine if there was a replacement, some quality products that could bring back his visual kei aesthetic. The problem lies with not having anything and he sure as hell doesn't have any clothes to use unless he obliges to remove what he's currently wearing on his accord.

Which could definitely happen if only he'd stop whining. "S-Stop! I'm sorry, okay? I-I didn't mean all that stuff, come on now! Forive me, pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Octopus lady sure is persistent in her urge to slam him dunk the water. Here's to desperately hoping she'll change her mind about it.

[aimatos]

And then a nice swift kick to his shin, there that should be enough. She sadly wasn’t kind enough to let him be the first person to die on this little island, but whatever. Frowning, Zero just clicked her tongue as he backed away. “Zip it.” 

She was already irritated as it is, obviously he was asking for more punches. “Unless you want another taste of metal against your jaw?”

[deathility]

Now his shin... Dammit, this girl needs the lord so much. How dare she land a hit towards the perfect, flawless, Eikichi Mishina? If there's anything that the Great Michel deserves, it's a thousand kisses from cute girls and not this uncalled violence from a stranger.

There are no words to explain the face of a man in indescribable pain. "...ughck." He refuses to say anything more. She might just hit him again.

[garmmy]

undie boss!

[deathility]

Does culture shape behavior or does behavior shape culture?

"Man, man, man, if you think about it... isn't culture created by humans? It's human behavior itself that defines and decides which culture is which and what kind. Then again, I suppose it's also true that culture shapes behavior." The same way he could never be honest to his old man about his habits.

[maidforthesea]

Manners child / deathility

[maidforthesea]

"Hmmm…" Rakisu silently thought over the boy’s words, while her other limbs continued to straighten and groom him. Nope, not good enough. "That won’t do at all sir. You must remove such informal language from your vocabulary at once if you want to be taken seriously. And no woman wants to hear about the weather, that is a classic folly. You should ask a lady how she is feeling. At least try to care." Rakisu gave him a little pinch on the chin, squinting as she noticed something.

"Oh dear there’s a dirty spot on your cheek sir. Let me…" Rakisu leaned in close to him, carefully licking his face to clean away all the grime, before she rubbed it out with her gloved thumb. "There, much better. We can’t have you looking dirty like that, now can we? Cleanliness is very important sir, and… oh my, you have terrible body odor." 

Rakisu shook her head, saddened that it had come to this. All the legs she was holding him with tightened, as if anticipating his struggling. “I’m sorry sir, but I’ll have to wash you right away. No lady of any noble standing with enjoy your company smelling like that. There’s a waterfall not too far where i can give you a fully body wash. Please come peacefully.”

[deathility]

"Keh, why do I have to worry about a woman's feeling?" A little frustrated. He thought he could easily get away from her oceanic grasp if he at least acted obedient. Nope. "I already know that no one can resist the Great Michel. See, I'm so painfully attractive that even an octopus lady is attending to my manners." He's so upset that he got into this so unintentionally, or was it? Then again, she's cute so he didn't mind a little. If only he could forget that she didn't have those kinds of limbs though, then maybe both of them could have a good time.

"Oh jeez!" Did she just lick his face? This is the blasphemy to the make up gods! How the hell is he supposed to find one to fix his thick face foundation? Worries filled the mind of the Death, immediately putting him into a state of panic that he forgot that he indeed, smelled so bad. You can't blame the man, okay? No shampoo or soap anywhere and he's not going to let the only make up he has left on his face. He needs to figure out a way to inch himself with this lady. He's going to die without it.

"I can't believe this! I can't believe this!" He's going to damn cry. What's he gonna do now?

[the-folding-chair-tank]

Nanako—uh, Lucifer, not Nanako. Just looked like ‘er.—tugged on his sleeve. “Someone’s coming,” she pointed out.

"Huh? So we’re not alone," Kanji said, turning to see if he knew who it was.

He didn’t. Great.

Instinct took over and he jumped up with a roar. “Who’re you!?” he shouted, clenching his fists. “I don’t like not knowin’ shit, so you’re gonna tell me—what’s goin’ on here!? How’d I get here!? What is this place!?”

Of course, it didn’t really occur to him that the other might not know either. He wasn’t very good at thinking about others, really. It was something his ma said he had to work on. But he could do that when he wasn’t somewhere more Buttfuck Nowhere than Inaba.

[deathility]

Wait, why the hell is this man screaming at him? The hell did he even do this time? People in this island are so aggressive about everything. There's no blaming them but they could at least think about his feelings for once. Eikichi's eyes widened,not appreciating the fact that he was being asked when he's the least dependent person one could count on in terms of knowledge. "The only thing I know is that you're not supposed to be shouting at me!" And now they're just screaming at each other. "Didn't your shinigami inform you or whatever, I mean demon servant? We're stuck in this island forever."

"What was it again..." Lucifer told him like seven times. "Ro... Robocop? Rokkenjima! We're both stuck here in Rokkenjima so don't scream at me, asshole..."

[aimatos]

You’re sort of in her personal bubble, it calls for being angry.Eyes glared at him as he his own eyes looked at her own realization. She has forgotten. “…” Don’t say the obvious. He already said the obvious. “…I realize.” Well there was only one thing she can do.  Punch him in the face. Straight into the face with her fake arm that’s made of metal. 

[deathility]

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!?" Grandmother of grandmothers... what the hell did she do that for? He was just telling her the obvious. Why was he to blame that she didn't know what she was holding? People in this hardass island should stop being so violent for once. He was just appreciating beauty at its finest, corrected her mistake and now his cheek is swelling.

[unrivaledthunder]

-

"…He obviously isn’t in any need of help besides mental help. We can kill him right? I’m sure a foolish master like you can even give a mercy kill"

"Now, now Satan-chan there’s no need to quickly resort to that sort of thing. This guy’s pretty funny don’t you think?"

[deathility]

"Ain't he too violent? Well, I'm glad the master doesn't give a single damn about me but thanks anyway for sparing my life. I'm kinda curious why you did though. Is it because of my hair, my face, my eyes, my everything? I mean, it's obvious that you're gonna respond with all of them. Still wanna hear it straight from you."

[textsfromendlessriddles-blog]

[genkotsuko]

Initially she appears perplexed, how briefly a smile on his lips is perceived that takes her aback. Mostly at how unlikely this kind of visage is, almost tender and worth to admire — after all, she was the least deserving of his kindness. Or so she constantly assumed, despite how complicated was to obviate she cared for him, their friendship cannot be questioned nor pretend it was non-existent. Patience may be thin, arguments a constant but their bond was real and could be proven whenever the situation demanded it. Bickering was probably a layer to hide a more embarrassing reality, one that she was fully aware existed and would gladly ignore until the end of her days. 

Almost feeling tempted to do the same and offer a smile, she irrupted when his voice brought her back into her senses. An abrasive response is to be expected, mainly with how invasive her intent was presented and whilst blame should not be placed upon him, accepting full responsibility shall not be among her priorities.

"BALLS, BALLS, BALLS! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW!? MAYBE SOMETHING WAS TRYING TO TRICK ME!" Assuming worse case scenarios was but to blame on common sense but he was an idiot who couldn’t understand the obvious. Part of herself was happy she found this fool because aside from any other threat, he was the lesser evil. "Ugh, I would have liked it better, you are a pain in the ass! AND HERE I WAS ALMOST GLAD IT WAS YOU! UNGRATEFUL! IDIOT! MORON! JERK!" Instead of letting go, fingers would press tighter his cheeks.

Now to wonder how would he welcome a headbutt, he was so dumb it was still boiling her nerves…!

[deathility]

Still quite stubborn and ruthless she seemed, making the man arrive to the conclusion that it matters not what kind of world they are dragged in, her treatment of him will remain the same. Despite their image as children in the ever growing surface, to deny that he cared about her would prove to be fruitless as it was proven many times that he did, more often that she ever paid attention to a certain someone. None of these sour arguments they're having were integral. However, without it, their so called 'friendship' will never be as strong as their will to protect one another when harm draws near, in the least expected situations such as this.

She was incapable of being pacified, impossible to appease. He would never go as far as to call her an enemy though. Still, he supposed it was alright to forgive her this time and as many times. The stirring irritation never faltered. In the mind of the Great Michel, he was wondering if she felt the same-- if she was also scared of not knowing what to do if this meeting didn't happen, if they're forced to live without anyone familiar around. The heated exchanges continue, almost as if there will never be an end to it even though they have a lot of time to slowly discuss whatever they wanted to.

"STOP TOUCHING ME, YOU FOREIGNER! GINKO! GINKO! GINKO!" Although he shouldn't be, he's worrying about his foundation. He doesn't have any replacement here and not like she can give him anything to fix it. "Tch," his voice lowered. "It's not my fault that you fell in love with me so much that you wanna touch me that way but please! They took my kit away, alright?"

[deathility]

Slides a seaweed next to whoever. "Happy Halloweed."

[textsfromendlessriddles-blog]

[endlessriddles]

In the smoking room where games of witches usually occur, sits the new witch who owned the title ‘Beatrice’. In her hand is a fragment resembling a crystal shard, one that immediately summoned her game pieces— the inhabitants of the revived Rokkenjima— now sitting in an orderly fashion inside the room. If only their eyes weren’t covered by a thick piece of elegant clothing then perhaps they’d be graced by the chance to view the face of the figure who asserted dominance over them, yet chance did not slide itself even in the smallest of opportunities.

"What should I even do with these weaklings?"

A question directed to no one in particular. As much as she wished for them to remain entertaining, there’s only so much that barred creatures can do in an island where servants can prove themselves to be more useful in regards to combat and all. A single click and she ordered her goat butlers to inform her pieces one by one, reminding them that there’s really no escape in this hell they didn’t wish to be in.

Blah, blah and blah. Let’s get to the point already.

The island members sitting in the meta room have been granted a chance to give and receive gifts from fellow members. In respect towards popular request, we’re conducting a secret santa event! You little kids are quite a sucker for these, eh? However, you will NOT know who you shall be gifting nor know who you will be gifted by when the date looms near. Your only hint or source will come from specific requests or what you’d like to personally betroth to your giftee.

The rules are simple:

Request to the mod that you would like to participate and what you would like. (ex. your muse or a ship)

When there are enough people, two anonymous entities will leave you your randomized giftee you are not allowed to tell. You may give anything to your giftees: art, ficlets or drabbles, graphics or gift, anything creative.

If they are willing to give up personal information as well, you may also send your gift to the giftee.

If you cannot make deadline within the week and earlier, or need to drop the event, please pm the mod specifically the reason why you can’t.

Gifts shall be given no later than the first week of January or earlier than the 25th of December. Have fun with your gifts, be creative, and most of all, seasons tidings~!

written by ushiromiyarosa and @hawatariyuikos

[deathility]

Sentence Starters!

Oooh

We're no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I

A full commitment's what I'm thinking of

You wouldn't get this from any other guy

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling

Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've known each other for so long

Your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it

Inside, we both know what's been going on

We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling

Don't tell me you're too blind to see

Never gonna give, never gonna give