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hello manga & anime rpc ! how are we all doing this evening ? please like or reblog this if you would be interested in interacting with a primarily manga & headcanon based homura of the dr. stone series !! crossovers are definitely encouraged ! ( ps. pls consider : more dr. stone blogs !! )
lovelypillar:
HEART’S AFLUTTER; the demon, plagued with confusion. sorrowful and tragic– ah, how wonderful!
Nope. She is shining with cuteness too much. He Nyooms into the distance or he dies from this sunshine.
@lovelypillar started following you
Confused Akaza noises. She is a pillar. But she is also a beautiful lady who he wants to protecc. But pillar. But protecc!!!
So like. I am totally making a verse for PILLAR AU to at least several of the current muses. And to be exact
Douma
Gyuutarou
Maybe Daki
Those three for now. I LIKE THE IDEA OKEY
@deceasedfly
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vernades:
“No, I’m trying to contain your huge ego before it suffocates everything living in here,” Sypha replied with a snort.
“That is quite impossible. The last time someone tried, I lost all of my Lower Moons. A shame, really.” It isn’t and Muzan knows it.
vernades:
Covers his face with hands–
Swats their hands away. “Stunned by my beauty? How pitiful. You cannot escape from it.”
vernades:
Annoyed Muzan Noises.
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@barewiings Wanted a thing!
“Hmm? Ah, well. It appears that we might have been stuck!”It was pretty much understandable the moment the elevator went to a sudden halt, the lights flickering inside and dulling slightly, the screen of the extremely rich and expensive elevator flickering as well. The demon looked around, with his rainbow-colored eyes scanning the surrounding area and the only other person present currently. He briefly considered simply getting out of there using his blood demon art. The girl would die, and he would move on with his life...but then...
“Well. It seems you would be stuck here with lill’ ol me! How does it feel?” He sat down, right a the floor. It was almost too clean. Like nobody walked here at all. And to an extent, that was true, it was a private elevator, and still, he was surprised. Letting out a silly giggle, the man jokingly tapped on his knees a few times, as if gesturing for the girl to sit on them. “Let’s talk, shall we?” A bright smile followed.
groazei:
annoyance began to show through undead face. it was not that the other was taking too long. [ it played a part, but not fully the reason for his aggravation. ] no, what was beginning to make other seem like a pest was the pitch of his voice and the sound of his complaining. eyes narrowed, sharp and deadly eyes locked on his as eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. a subtle warning and one that should be heeded, but in case the other was not getting the message, than alucard would gladly clarify.
❝ ———- if you plan to complain any more, i suggest you do so away from me. i am too old to deal with your childish antics. ❞ would the count react on any other provocation? oh, no doubt! but he was a gentlemen [ to an extent. ] so all he would give was a small warning to the other, rather uncaring about where they stood in the hellsing organization. alucard knew his place.
did this person know? because alucard would gladly show him. ❝ our mission is complete. it is time we returned and report the damage. ❞
Tired eyes move towards the one standing to the side. Gyuutarou doesn't need to blink. it's somewhat of a very specific thing that all demons had in common. Their bodies were always in their perfect shape. In as perfect shape as they could be, anyway. And so their eyes were always moist, always having no troubles maintaining their gaze on something forever. Perhaps it was a trait that the demons acquired for the sake of better hunting? Or maybe it was just something that came from their regeneration. It didn't matter much. The man was very focused on the old Vampire. And he finally understood something.
"You know...I always thought that you remind me of someone. Now I know who, man. My old...boss? Would calling him boss would be weird...Well, yeah, someone from my past. Old super duper uber mega demon....thing. Couldn't be killed by anyone. Always returned to life...absorbed everyone's life and had a shit-ton of abilities." The man scratched the back of his head, frown on his face ever-present. He was thinking about his next line.
"You are...also different from him too. My old boss was...paranoid. Almost insecure or something. I mean he could totally kill everyone who came after him but he is like...didn't want that. Funny thing, eh?" The smaller male swayed from side to side lightly. "So my point is...talking to you is kinda...nostalgic. We should totally work more, maaan." Was he being serious? Who knows. Probably not.
pyrhass:
She pulls the trigger in quick succession. Although each individual bullet is not enough to take down a GRIMM, when the bullets come in conjunction is when it causes damage. It took three shots to the skull to take one down. It would of course take less effort if she were to utilize her weapon as a javelin, but, considering their sheer numbers, it would be unwise for her to get close. On one knee she remained, with her shield atop the adjacent knee for her rifle’s support. Her index flexed in attempts to shoot off another shell but her hand came to withdraw from her weapons. Despite being gloved, Pyrrha shook her wrists as she felt a current flow from her fingertips. Some short seconds after the loud clack of lightning rang through the streets, and it’s vibrant light blinded her temporarily.
Pyrrha squinted her eyes, her hand comes to shield her delicate eyes. Despite her hand casting a shadow over her eyes for comfort, she noticed movement of fabric behind her. Long kimono sleeves flapped in the wind. She traced the design to someone who in unknown to her. He carries a staff and from it, she sees the flickering light that could bring forth a storm, He hadn’t cast the lightning a second time, but those sparks where enough to turn the armor around her legs into a conduit. There is a tingle to her lower limbs, they felt almost numb as she feels sparks nestling on the skin of her legs and neck.
“W-we all work independently.” She uses her arms to lift her body off the ground. To say the least, she’s beginning to adjust to the odd sensation, a black glow coats her weapons and soon they rise from the ground and loom near her. She doesn’t physically hold them, but her semblance keeps them close enough. “I doubt they’ll listen to me, but I could try. Will you be alright here?”
"I'll be fine. Go." A quick answer to the Red-head huntress, as the man in the kimono himself simply moved forward. Another set of sparks comes off the staff as the bolt of lightning is shot from the skies now. Or rather, just up above. Spreading into multiple tendrils of crackling electricity, covering a large radius around the lone figure scowling in annoyance.
The laughter ringing around the place followed soon after. It seems the winged one was having a lot of fun shredding the Grimm with his claws and sound waves coming out of his mouth. Like a giant bird, he flew around the place, coming in and our of the large amount of Grimm infesting the place. But he remained in the air most of the time, attacking the airborne monsters first and foremost.
And the last remaining one around, The one with the spider, was currently fighting his way through a large crowd. He seemed to be operating the spear with rather masterful grace. And would synchronize his movements with the Redhead should she approach, as if she was already aware that she is en route to help him. Well. Of course. All three people were the same person, after all.
cieloreign:
◜♡◞┊ Soft blush colored hair and deep velvet skin was as alluring as it was eye catching, her plush lips remain in their natural pouting position as she lifts her gaze to look at the young man. Another time, another place—she would have gladly graced him with a smile of her own but today was not that day. For she was here with a purpose. —
“Are you the owner of this estate? The one they call Douma?” She cups her hands in front of her body and dips her head. “So sorry to come unannounced, you do not know me but I’ve heard quite a tale about you. Mostly pleasant things, of course, you’ve certain built a quality reputation for yourself among the people here. –Most of them at least.” She now lifts her cranium, their eyes meeting for brief moment. “It’s come to my attention that you’ve been offering ‘extended stays’ to quite a few of your followers. …Some of which have spouses & children still awaiting them even now but still they do not return.”
“I’ll be frank with you, sir, I know what you are, I know what it is you do, and I have more than the necessary power to take your life if need be. …”
“But action before offering is not my way. …So I’m asking you, if those men and women are still alive… please release them to me at once & swear not to engage in these activities again.”
"Ah. How wonderful! A complete stranger, a hero venturing forth to meet the leader of a society that has many rumors around him to see if she can free the poor, confined people from the tyrannical grasp of a monster!” He sounded way too dramatic for his own good. Exaggerated, it would be seen as mocking by anyone who paid attention. And yet he didn’t mock it. He did find it to be quite curious. His ways of showing that were...lacking. The numbered eyes focused on his guest, with the same smile, filled with glee.
There was no rage, no confusion, nothing that would be expected from someone who got accused of such things. The few followers around him, however, seemed to be...glaring at the woman. Almost not holding back their clear hostility. Their beloved leader was accused of something like that, after all! But Douma? His face didn’t change at all. He seemingly ignored the threat on his life, like he didn’t even hear it.
“Okay. They are free to go. I have never held anyone here, I have never forced anyone to stay.” And that was true. He never threatened or killed anyone who decided to leave. Most of them were unaware of his nature as a demon. He killed only those who could lead demon hunters to his doorstep, after all. The stupid ones. He satiated his hunger elsewhere, outside of rare occasions, like just now. Today. How ironic that this woman decided to visit right now.
“You may go around the place freely, ask whoever you see here. They are all those same people that I offered that extended stay, as you said.” His large, bright eyes, shining with all colors of the rainbow looked into the ones of his guest. His body language, the color of the skin on his face, the facial expression. Everything said one thing - he didn’t lie.
“Some tyrant, I am, eh?” He was laughing now. Families, she said Well, outsiders wouldn’t know. These people, all of them, either ran from the abuse and suffering of their house or lived on the streets, barely going by, starving in their poverty. They were unhappiest of them all. And he wanted to show them the light. And some of them would stay with him forever. But just...some of them.
shrapnelsong:
She couldn’t help smiling in return, feeling her own cheeks heating up further at the proximity. Warabihime was even more gorgeous from up close, green eyes following the curve of her long lashes admiringly. That charming, intimate touch came as a surprise, and Yuzuriha easily accepted it. The courtesan’s hand felt a little cold and she found herself squeezing it gently in an attempt to share her own warmth.
“Oh?” Her free hand came to her lips in a worried gesture, brows furrowing slightly. “That sounds scary…” A demon who could go through walls? Could there be any truth to it? She’d never come across such an ability. Either way, they were certainly higher-leveled than most if they’d been staying here undetected for long enough to attract the attention of her family. “Are you not concerned? Being so beautiful, I fear you might be targeted.”
"Ah. Well. It may be true. But I try to think positively, you see!" Well, she laughed a bit nervously. No, it seems she didn't think about that. And it would seem that she is now thinking about it. Very actively thinking about it. It worked for her favor, really. The fact that she didn't expect the other to say that. She looked rather authentically surprised by the words of her visitor. And somewhat unnerved. She could not have played that so successfully if she truly anticipated the way of the conversation going.
"Well..ahaha...it doesn't matter!" She laughed awkwardly again but now feeling the confidence return to her. A very natural progression. She managed to pull it off so naturally! She was so proud of herself! She returned to beaming. "Honestly, I think it's just, rumors and stories. I will believe so for the good of my nerves. Don't you think that's better to live? And if it's out there, it would be just simply forgotten if it never targets me." She shrugged. The demon hunters will get the fucker eventually. She added silently in her own head.
Wish I can do this to remember something
