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There's a hole in the world like a great black pit and it's filled with people who are filled with shit and the vermin of the world Inhabit it—
𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆ⵑ
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indie eito aotsuki roleplay blog by topaz. low activity.
eito
//This entire video but it's CoA eito
// i need to make a freaking about page
//It's pride month. Not even gonna try to unpack wtf is going on with him. But he is not straight.
YOU, YES YOU!!!
You should come plot with Eito. I am currently trying to plan crossover verses for him too. I love him dearly. You should all come and let him ragebait you
𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄, 𝐇𝐔𝐇? 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒. A bitter chuckle joins in with the other's hollow laughter, and Takumi couldn't help but run fingers through his hair as an awkward silence falls in between them.
He's not a nice person, not by a long shot. Even with ignorance as a shield, too many crimes weigh on his soul, damning him no matter what anyone says.
Darumi, Kyoshika, and Kurara's deaths are the result of his decisions, all lives that weren't lost in his previous life. Even if it wasn't by his blade, their blood still stain his hands.
Eva's brainwashing. . . so what if he had chosen to keep her prisoner due to her pleads to live? What sort of life was worth living when one isn't in control of their thoughts and body? Only to then die because another needed her cryptogoblin to uncover a horrible truth?
And now. . . now he's chosen to condemn an entire planet's native race to a fiery death — all because he's prioritizing the protection of his loved ones over the lives of innocents. Choosing to aide humanity after discovering all the horrid truths. . .
No ❛ nice ❜ person would do that. But was there a point in voicing such sentiments aloud? And to Eito of all people? It's not as if Takumi needs to defend himself from the truth. They're both aware of how much of a horrible person he is deep down; just a weapon for bloodshed, yet he'll wield his sins if it means protecting all those he holds dear.
❝ Eh, these problems pale in comparison to all of the other things you've done in the past. ❞ It's not like Eito is betraying him yet again!
A thoughtful gaze trails over and past the barricade that protects them from falling to their doom. Well, a temporary doom, that is. Takumi hasn't really thought much about death beyond the scope of what he's already familiar with; given the nature of this war, he's lost count of how many times his life has ended in a flash of crimson blood. It's been a far less frequent occurrence in this timeline in comparison to the last, but death's cold embrace has lost some of its edge with the Revive-o-matic's existence simply curing it as if it's some common cold.
But what would it feel like if the adrenaline of combat wasn't flooding his veins? Would the same fear hold his core tight as it did during his first time bleeding out? Here as the night approaches and the breeze swirls idly around them, could Takumi take a step towards a death that he creates himself?
𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄.
❝ What if we jump together then? ❞ There's a thin veil of amusement lacing his tone as he speaks, but it's mostly for show — a failsafe to use in case he needs to pass his question off as a joke sooner rather than later.
❝ You can take advantage of me, but we should do it together. It's not like we can't come back afterwards! ❞
Eito faced Takumi as if he was staring at him. If he still had eyes, he'd probably be blinking frantically, trying truly see if he was awake or asleep. Jump together? Surely, Takumi was playing along with his 'joke' and messing with him. His mouth hung open slightly, turning over the words in his head.
It was true that they would come back. Eito had never died before. It didn't feel temporary to him. No matter how many times he reminded himself it was just a small retreat before waking up alive and well, his mind couldn't accept it.
His heart couldn't.
As if he was still fully capable of seeing the boy beside him, Eito moves following the warm and sound coming from his companion. Gloved hands grasp onto Takumi's upper arms, tightly holding on as if the boy would float away if he let go.
"No! Don't say that!" His voice came out louder than intended. Maybe he was still feeling raw, vulnerable. A feeling he loathes but is trying to swallow for the sake of finally FINALLY not being alone.
Hands tremble. His throat feels tight. He is thankful he can't see Takumi right now. Not only because touching him like this would have been too horrific if he could see. But because... He wouldn't want to see his eyes glaring at him.
It's true that long ago, Eito wanted to kill Takumi. He didn't even know if he hated him. He hated humanity. But had what he felt for Takumi truly been hate? He can't say. He had never felt anything else. He had never allowed himself to. And now... The idea of Takumi getting hurt made him afraid. Ill, even. He couldn't see his body slam upon the ground. But he could hear the crunch of bone and splattering of meat and fluids. He would hear Takumi's pained noises. The last breathes rattling out of his throat. He couldn't handle it. Death didn't feel temporary to Eito. It hadn't been almost the entire time he'd been here. And he couldn't stomach it.
"I don't want you to die, Takumi-kun...! I can't let you die! I... I wouldn't be able to take it... You are..." ᴵ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ʸᵒᵘˑ "You're... Well..." ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ʰᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘˑ "You're my friend. And I don't want my friends to get hurt." 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
// lowkey want to make xover verses and stuff for eito but i feel like he is too difficult to interact with. i have some vague ideas for p5 and a few other things (re:zero, outlast, dead by daylight, ect) but i don't want to put a ton of effort in and then it be wasted
😶 + has anyone ever assaulted you in the hospital
Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it / accepting
The question could have multiple meanings, of course. Wasn't all of it an assault? Being held down, restrained sometimes by force, and injected with drugs? Being strapped to a bed a shocked? Being slapped by a fed up nurse? What did they mean when they asked? Assault as in beaten? Assault as in other things?
"The entire thing was... I mean, it was all very..." His heart was racing. How many times had monsters pinned him down? Forced chemicals into his body? It had been terrifying. He wasn't allowed around many other patients. It had been too much. Overwhelming and...
Of course they hit him sometimes. And some things are just hazy memories from when he was too drugged up to tell what was happening.
Arms wrap around his body as he tries to breathe. Being hurt was nothing to him. It happened plenty of times. Whether by others in an attempt to help or punish or by his own hand. He was only a child but monsters didn't care. It had been horrifying, Monsters hurting him whenever they wanted. There was no hiding. There was no running. Just an endless nightmare he had to adjust to. Horrible vile repulsive horrifying monsters everywhere. And they all wanted to hurt him.
"I didn't want them to touch me. To help me or hurt me. It was all so disgusting. So horrible. It hurt and they didn't care. They deserve to die. The orderlies, the nurses, the doctors, the counselor, the other patients." He was so scared. Still there. He's still there sometimes. He can't catch his breath. He had gotten good at lying so no more punishments. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 —
He collapsed on his knees, shoved his fingers down his throat, and vomited.
😶 + do you still intend to kill off the rest of the SDU now that you have full control of Takumi's body? You no longer see them as horrid monsters now, right? ( 009 )
Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it / accepting
"My plan hasn't changed." He says confidently. After all, his righteous mission was still to destroy humanity. Even though he had lost his righteous eyes, when his body was cruelly stolen from him when he was murdered...
"I don't want to kill them yet. I need to be smart about it, after all." Not to mention it almost wasn't worth it if Takumi was not around to see it. But at the same time... It was difficult. Because they were beautiful. But he knew that feeling in his chest had to be Takumi. This was just another divine test.
"I am going to do it. I have to. I'll kill them, then doom humanity. No matter what." This pain means Takumi will wake up eventually.
my best friend takumi kun
Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it
𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃, and the remaining days of their forced enlistment dwindle even more; Takumi had been ready to drag himself into bed with the hopes of his sleep being dreamless, but a specific figure had caught his attention instead. When the sun has set beyond the horizon and skies have darken, Eito's stark white outfit contrasted spectacularly against the iron-wrought fence, drawing the redhead's gaze. Staring at his friend-turned-enemy-turned-ally brought forth a surge of memories, an ocean of warped lies leaving behind bittersweet memories that only continue to torment him. Takumi is more than aware that the Eito of his past life was only a facade meant to deceive him — so why does he keep lingering on the desire to have that happiness again? His so-called normal friendship never existed to begin with, chasing after a fabrication would cause nothing but harm to them both. . . fingers clench the fabric of his jacket tightly as he continues to stare at the person who is the root of many problems that plague him.
He should just slip into the safety of his room without uttering a word.
Instead the squeaking sound of sneakers against the pavement draw him nearer to his blinded companion, his free hand grasping at the fence as Takumi lets his cheek rest against cold metal as he continues to study Eito. It feels wrong to find comfort in the fact the other can't notice him blatantly staring, but there's something relieving that comes with such freedom.
But perhaps. . . perhaps his lingering gaze has loosened his lips, and a red flush consumes his cheeks once what he said registers in his mind — 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄, 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃?? How could he say something so corny right now??
Before Takumi could fumble his way through an excuse, his next words are shoved back into his throat at Eito's response.
❛ HUH?? ❜
He's left speechless as Eito continues with his sentiments, and even after he's finished, Takumi couldn't help but stare dumbfounded. Not once has the thought to inflict harm surfaced tonight, but hearing this. . . he's not sure how to feel.
Hatred and negativity are emotions that Eito is all too acquainted with, and while Takumi wasn't sure how he truly felt in regards to everything in their circumstances. . .
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.
His mouth opens, then closes. . . and opens again, he's unsure how to respond. Does he speak truthfully and risk making their situation even more muddled, or does he casually dismiss the remarks but not explain his true meaning?
❝ That's. . . ❞
❛ Damn you, Aotsuki, I didn't even mean to say anything at all. ❜
❝ That's not at all what I want. ❞ Even though the other is giving him an out to leave, Takumi instead continues to cling to the fence, using it as a pillar of support as his gaze drifts to the floor. ❝ I don't even know how to describe things between us, but hurting you is the last thing I want right now. ❞
Enemy or not, once he allowed Eito to rejoin the team, it meant letting go of whatever fantasy of revenge he once had — the betrayal this Eito enacted was shallow in comparison to the one whose blood runs in Takumi's veins now, and to compare the two wasn't fair to either version.
He says that, yet basking in the scene that was before him moments ago had stirred up old emotions that he was terrified to acknowledge now. Reminiscing over some naive crush was only going to cause him more heartbreak after all.
❝ So don't think such things, Aotsuki. Please. ❞
He stares in his general direction. Eito could no longer tell if Takumi was looking directly at him. Nor could he really tell if he was standing still or moving. He didn't hear any footsteps. He didn't feel any movement in the air that would indicate an attack.
Because, of course not. Of course Takumi wouldn't. He wasn't like Eito. He wasn't a spiteful mad man that would do anything just to harm someone he loathed. There was a time in which Eito would have been willing to die or suffer if it meant hurting the people he hated. He could swear it was because of the glitch. But it wasn't true. He was just like that. He didn't forgive humanity. He still hated them. But the fire had gone out. It was just ash growing colder. All he wanted now was to have at least a handful of good memories. He wanted at least one person to mourn if he was gone. He wanted that person to be Takumi. He's so selfish. He wants him to be happy but also... He wants him to forgive him and care about him.
“You're too nice, Takumi-kun.”
And now look what he had done. He went and made things awkward. Eito had been trying to play his part. Trying to water down the parts of himself that he was trying to reject. Trying to pretend to be happy. That he hadn't been considering throwing himself off of the roof just to feel this heavy weight on his chest lessen in between the moment he hit the ground and when he was revived.
He forces out a laugh as if it was all a joke. And it hurts. It hurts so badly. He never learned how to care about others. He never learned how to live. It had always been just survival. False memories warped and turned toxic because of something he couldn't control.
"Sorry, Takumi-kun." His voice holds no joy despite his laughter before. He can't force the smile to return to his lips. He needs to be better at this. "I misread things and caused problems again." A barrage of hateful thoughts cut into his mind. About himself. About Takumi.
He pauses, letting the gentle breeze fill the space between them for a moment. And then he lets his thoughts escape before he has the chance to stop them.
"I was trying to take advantage of you. I came up here to see if I could climb the fence and... Well, you know. I guess I thought it would be easier for you to do it." It's a half truth.
Another forced laugh, this time with a flimsy smile.
"Don't listen to me...! I'm just... I'm messing with you." It hurts.
"You look like you're going to fall over... here, lean on me, okay?"
"You are too nice, Takumi-kun..." He didn't want to touch him. That would make things so much worse. The image of him stomping on Takumi's skull until it was caved in flashed in his mind. His hands shook. He felt sick. It's too much. Too gross. Too horrifying. "I think I'm just... Overwhelmed. I'll be okay."
Like this for a starter from Eito At His Worst (R0, CoA, ME, BoB, CoT)
@hamaartia wants Eito at his worst.
The bell hadn't rung yet. But Eito was awake early, as usual. In truth, he didn't really sleep. Not anymore. After all, he was dead. Awareness inserted into Takumi's psyche via his blood. After the other boy had given up so easily, Eito had decided to stay here. Destroying humanity would forever be his true goal.
And yet... The idea of Takumi giving up on their battle, on ever understanding him, was enough to make him pause it for now. Takumi was struggling to adjust. While the others once again looked normal, Takumi himself wore Eito's face.
What would that do to a person, he wonders.
"Rise and shine, Takumi-kun!" Eito's voice echoes in Takumi's skull. For the rest of his pitiful life, Eito would be able to talk to him when he wanted. Watching him. Seeing him struggle and suffer. This was his punishment for killing him, after all. "If you want to sleep all day, I'll try to see if I can muster up the strength to take over your body, you know?"
