devoured by shadows -

we cling to the light.

[fjaorhamr]

# 早川アキ、あなたは最悪の形で亡くなりました……チェンソーボーイにとって。 (multimuse.) CARRD. PROMPT TAG.

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[fjaorhamr]

After a lot of thinking, I Am going to move blogs and I intend to keep it very low maintenance and lowkey with a reduced list on muses I actively wanna write/develop. I'm not gonna publish the url here when I do get it set up but if you're interested, you're welcome to like this post ❤️

[fjaorhamr]

After a lot of thinking, I Am going to move blogs and I intend to keep it very low maintenance and lowkey with a reduced list on muses I actively wanna write/develop. I'm not gonna publish the url here when I do get it set up but if you're interested, you're welcome to like this post ❤️

[nvictive]

      satoru wishes he could cry, wishes he could at least feel his lashes dampen as they touch, blinking away his tears the same way kento does. he wants to wail his heart out, self-restricted by unhealthy doses of stupid sureness that tomorrow will be better, that trust is immune to failure & strength can cheat its way out of death [ … ] but he didn’t cry when loss laughed in his face.

      the only thing he recalls is punching a wall barehanded, infinity neutralized so he’d feel his knuckles crack under the force for once. as if one death & one act of betrayal in a singular year hadn’t been fierce enough a blow.

      & he still looks at nanami unchangingly, not caring about the redness washing over his otherwise imperturbable gaze.

      “ well… if it helps, i have an idea. ” using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the remaining tears underneath the other boy’s eyes, he offers a more encouraging look. “ let’s go see the cats, okay? tofu misses you. she told me herself ! ”

[fjaorhamr]

it was normal for teenagers to have a crisis, bottle up the feelings until it inevitably spilled over: a sorry excuse for a dam, crushed into a million minuscule pieces. so frangible, to the point where the slightest push from life's misfortune was more than enough to cement its fate. that dam never recovered, hasn't recovered … perhaps, might never recover. it was easier to pretend the tears were never there, that his face wasn't the brightest shade of red.

from a young age, his parents educated him the necessity of expressing emotions, even the uglier ones. the vulnerable ones. no one was cheerful all the time, they said. some just hid it better than others. satoru hid it better than others.

his thumb stole away the last of kento's tears, and with it the remnants of his lingering mortification.

" she told you. " though his eyes were swollen, the usual bags under his eyes darker, his voice was no longer trembling. that was a start. " i still have to feed them. "

[saved-onegil]

       SUCH  A  SURPRISE  —  –  how  the  wisp  like  feeling,  the  change  in  atmosphere,  were  accompanied  with  a  voice.  though  it's  different  from  the  planet.  the  melancholy  and  fear  that  drips  from  each  moan  and  cry,  it's  despair  heavying  itself  to  lay  flat  across  her  shoulders  &  collar,  as  if  it  were  a  child  throwing  a  tantrum.  this  presence  .  .  .  this  voice  .  .  .  brought  a  sense  of  deja-vu.  a  familiarity,  all  with  mixed  uncertainty  and  confusion.  what  did  they  mean —  –  '  i  was  ',  as  though  they  attempted  to  relate  to  the  ancient. 

       BUT  THIS  GENTLENESS,  this  fond  and  tender  touch,  is  enough  to  have  her  core  fold  in  half,  sobbing  as  hard  as  her  chest  will  allow.  security  .  .  .  a  new  found  comfort,  without  a  form  to  accompany  it.  she  takes  a  breath,  one  shakily,  though  cleansing,  and  attempts  to  absorb  all  that  is  uttered  to  her.   ❛   .  .  .  mom,  says  the  same  thing  .  .  .  ❜  forcibly  shutting  her  eyes,  tears  cease  to  fall  down  her  cheeks,  as  though  they  are  swept  away  before  they  can  even  meet  her  facial  structure.   ❛  —  –  did  your  mom  .  .  .  tell  you  the  same  ?  ❜

       AND  CURIOSITY  OVERTAKES  —  –   ❛  what  brought  you  here  ?  ❜  a  pause.   ❛  why  .  .  .  me  ?   .  .  .   .  .  .  who  are  you  ?  ❜

[fjaorhamr]

" yeah ... yeah, she did. " she might've lacked a face, but her smile was obvious: that contented lilt, an airy quality to her voice, she always assumed at any mention of mom — either of them. she couldn't ask for better mothers, didn't want to ask for anything more. they were always enough. she visited elmyra often, tended to her flourishing little garden like she had when she was a kid. she allowed herself that one selfish thing. " she always knew what to say to make me not so scared anymore. "

aeris' hand slid gently from the girl's cheek, fading from view as if a mirage to the eye. maybe this was selfish too. " you did, silly. " a half-truth: a knee-jerk reaction. was there even a right way of saying you're from the future?

" the flowers were worried about you, you know. can you hear them? "

[fjaorhamr]

try as his brother did to hide it, akira was perceptive: he always knew when it was deemed acceptable to approach, when that glassy, faraway look in isamu's eyes wasn't as prominent as it usually was. tonight, though — akira's keen understanding was tossed aside, sat at the foot of his bed that he hastily abandoned in favor of his brother's. he slipped underneath the covers, his little face contrite. ... but most of all, he was frightened.

" i had a nightmare. can i — can i stay with you? i promise i'll be quiet. " @syphn.

[yuutaguro]

see you in kuantan ✌️🏝️

[fjaorhamr]

stabs dante but like in a brotherly bonding kind of way

dante vc huh, feels like déjà vu 🤔

[akuikami-aa]

everything happened too quickly. there was no time to process or react. a hand pierced his chest, and he cried out in pure agony, fingers desperately grasping at the wrist of his assailant. the urgency to pull away, to move, to do anything was overwhelming, but he was immobilized, unable to fight back as his soul was being torn apart. the pain was unbearable, unlike anything he'd ever experienced. he tried to call out, but no words escaped his mouth; he wasn't even sure if he was screaming or not.

then, the memories came flooding in.

the day he met hisao was the best day of his life. they met under unfortunate circumstances, but they saved each other. all those stolen moments, sukuna bringing him food, keeping each other company. long days and even longer nights spent in each other's arms.

he saw a massacre — his village engulfed in chaos. His father lying dead before him, blood soaking his clothes. his very soul standing next to him, just watching. [ " do you fear me? " / " i could never be afraid of you, my heart. " ] their lives together began amidst the carnage.

then their marriage. It felt as if he was truly there, beneath the cherry blossom tree, petals caught in hisao's hair. His beloved looked ethereal, and sukuna’s heart was filled with warmth. he knelt before him, their hands intertwined as he professed his undying love and gave his vows. they exchanged pieces of their souls, forever and always tied together.

then . . . his death. sukuna sacrificed himself to save hisao. even now, he would do it all over again. lying there, blood pouring from his lips, he gave his final goodbyes. his life ended far too soon, but he never regretted that hisao was the last thing he saw before the light drained from his eyes.

he was no longer lost. his heart had found him, brought him back, and returned his memories. he knew who he was and where he came from. his vision began to darken, but not before he managed to utter one final word.

" hisao. "

[fjaorhamr]

the body was little more than a flimsy safeguard preserving the soul. that was its primary objective: withstand the abuse from outside forces, protect what could not defend itself. the soul was a mold, easily malleable, clay in a potter's grasp. experienced hands knew best how to efficiently pluck the soul from its source, retrieve while still maintaining the body's original form. done correctly, it left behind an unfeeling puppet, of which he alone held the twine to their destiny. a means to serve. a means to cater. a means to an end.

sukuna's soul was as he remembered. the manifestation of a perpetual inferno, waltzing at his fingertips. it would sear any other, char into black until it crumbled to ash, but it did not burn him. it recognized him. embraced him. he was home.

" forgive me, my love. " the grasp on his wrist threatened bruising, a poor imitation for a bracelet, but hisao persisted. he brought his other hand up, cradled the side of sukuna's face. his thumb traced the underside of his eye. " the pain will cease soon. "

it was not even a minute before he saw it. recollection, seeping into the ravishing flame of sukuna's eyes. his soul called for him, wound around his hand as if a lifeline, beseeching him to stay as he were. he resigned himself, long ago, the very likely reality that he'd never hear sukuna speak his name again.

he drew his hand from his chest. sukuna's vision was dimming, he immediately noticed, and his inevitable collapse sprung him into action. hisao caught him, held him to his chest. he brushed at his forehead, fingers sliding the unruly strands back to their proper place. he held him, held his face, and remained rooted until he'd finally return to him ...

[akuikami-aa]

the room was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the moon filtering through the curtains. a nearly empty bottle was wedged between his thighs, his thumb idly tapping the top. the pungent stench of alcohol hung heavy in the air. this wasn’t typical for him; a drink or two at dinner was one thing, but drinking alone on a random thursday night was another. yet these were special circumstances. he barely acknowledged his twin as he lifted the bottle to his lips, downing the last sip. the burn in his throat felt oddly soothing.

" are you drunk ? " - @fjaorhamr

" I think you can excuse it just this once," he scoffed, reaching up to loosen the tie strangling his neck. he despised suits and had little tolerance for funerals. death was a natural part of life, but his relationship with his father had always been complicated. there were never any i love you's or i'm proud of you, son. not that he needed to hear it; he didn’t care. sukuna prided himself on being tougher than most, yet here he was, drinking alone on a random thursday night.

" you could probably use one too. " finally sitting up, he reached towards the open cardboard box on the table. pulling out two more bottles, he offered one to jin, a rare moment of camaraderie.

[fjaorhamr]

" — so that's a yes. " but he could excuse it, this time. yūji was with hisao, soothing the grief with a good dinner (with the promise of leftovers for the twins, at hisao's insistence) and, he hoped, an outlet for yūji to mourn on his own terms.

everyone grieved differently. jin just happened to share the same crutch as sukuna.

" honestly? yeah. i could. it's … been a lot. " sukuna was the last to see their father before his passing. jin liked to think the reason wasuke held on for as long as he did was so he could see him one last time. even at his deathbed, he was a stubborn man. stubborn and persistent.

" i would say this is like the good old days, but that wouldn't be quite right, " the lid is popped open with ease, and the ensuing swig was a burning, pleasant torrent, descending his gullet. he stared at the bottle in thought. " remember the first time you brought home a box like this? dad never wanted to admit it, but i know he took a bottle for himself. "

[tr1ckshot]

@fjaorhamr inquired : ❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜ wesker oop inbox prompt : an assortment of dialogue prompts. prompt status : accepting !

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃  𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍    take  in  his  coworker  ,  who's  desk  he  was  currently  leaned  against  without  much  thought  as  he  glanced  over  the  papers  on  wesker's  desk .  it  had  been  clear  that  the  others  in  their  organization  had  been  giving  the  virologist  a  wide  berth  ─  boothill  had  even  noticed  ada  slinking  off  upon  his  arrival .  if  he'd  had  any  sense  of  self - preservation  he  supposed  he  would've  joined  her  ,  after  all  ,  it  hadn't  even  been  five  minutes  and  a  threat  had  already  slipped  past  the  other's  lips .

❝  you're  as  prickly  as  ever .  ❞  the  augmented  sharpshooter  noted  ,  amusement  thick  in  his  words  as  a  brow  inquisitively  raised  towards  the  blonde .  he  was  very  aware  that  pokin'  the  bear  wasn't  his  smartest  idea  ,  but  the  risk  was  only  excitement  he'd  had  in  a  few  days .

❝  wanna  share  whatever's  pissed  you  off  or  should  i  evacuate  the  whole  lab  to  avoid  a  workplace  incident ?  ❞

[fjaorhamr]

" i don't keep you alive out of the goodness of my heart, boothill. you still have your uses, " unfortunately. " your usefulness does not give you the flexibility to ask questions. "

" — i trust you have what i require. " wesker leaned into his seat, fingers interlocked. his task was a simple enough one, one that not even the most incompetent of his employees could possibly botch. " your answer determines whether you leave this room intact. " a body bag with boothill's name was easy to find. it was a favorable situation with equally favorable outcomes— for himself, at least.

[diaboelic]

their shopping adventures always involved overindulgence from angel; throwing whatever caught their eye into the shopping cart and hoping @fjaorhamr wouldn't notice. he always did. the assortment of lipsmackers, however, made it into the final grocery bag and angel had spent the entire walk home watching aki suspiciously, waiting for him to turn them back around and demand a refund.

he never did, much to their delight.

an oversight, maybe? nevertheless, they snatch it from the bag once they're home, ignoring all else, and make themselves comfortable on the floor by the television. their wings expand and relax, spanning the length of the rug and intentionally obscuring their prize from view. fortunately, denji and power weren't around to impose. the lipsmackers are tipped onto the floor between their legs, ranging from coca-cola to strawberry, sunset peach and cotton candy... lightbulb moment.

“   what's your favourite flavour?   ”

[fjaorhamr]

a devil's tastes were always peculiar, obviously, but none were quite as questionable as angel's. their appetite for ice cream and human flesh should have tipped him off at the beginning. even then, aki learned, rather quickly, that angel was drawn to colors. the more colorful, the probability of it somehow finding its way into the cart increased, exponentially. he had a distaste for specific cereal brands from that alone.

this weekly grocery excursion should be no different. he saw, from the corner of his eye, angel, arms full of packaging that was more color than it was product. they were dumped into the cart, and a cursory glance provided more questions than they did answers. he pretended he hadn't noticed them.

he left a bowl for meowy when they returned home, started on dinner. waited until the pot settled to a light simmer before he made his way into the living room, following the length of angel's wings with his gaze. he walked the periphery at leisure, sat down with his legs crossed before them. he shrugged, eyeballing the absurd selection— why were there so many flavors? he'd have to look at the receipt again. what a headache. but if it made angel happy … " i don't know. "

[sixeis]

the  amicability  throws  him,  the fresh  corpse  dropped  onto  the  cobblestone  with  a  sound  no  sane  person  should  ever  have  to  hear. he  is  undoubtedly  a  sight  to  see,  frazzled  and  wild - eyed,  blood  dribbling  from  the  corners  of  his  lips,  running  down  his  chin  and  staining  his  white  blouse. why  wear  white?  he  hadn't  planned  on  feeding  so  early  in  the  night,  but  sometimes  temptation  was  too  great.

 ❛   —with  voyeurs,  i  prefer  some  notice,   ❜   he's  quite  level - headed  despite  this  unideal  happenstance  and  noticeably worn  mien. another  human  to  worry  about,  albeit  the  lack  of  screaming  and  running  was . . . novel. interesting.

❛   you  sound  like  a  man  who's  seen  this  sort  of  thing  before,  or, perhaps,  one  who  doesn't  place stocks on human life?  how  scary,   ❜   he  titters,  swiping  a  thumb  underneath  his  blood - stained  lip.

[fjaorhamr]

" well. you have your notice now. forgive my manners— or lack thereof. " though suguru's smile slackened, the bright never quite left his eyes— a pair of voids in their own right: a dull violet under any other circumstances. something about being audience to a fresh kill revived the light in his stare like nothing else. perhaps it stemmed from his growing fascination for vampires, their seemingly infinite hunger for mortal blood. perhaps he was eager to feel the bite of exquisite teeth in his skin. who was to say, really?

" how observant. you would be right that this is nothing new to me. " he watched intently, that swipe of the blood as if it were a mere crumb of food.

" scary, weird, odd. " i've heard it all. he waved his hand again. " you've made quite the mess. don't you realize someone has to pick up after you? " @diaboelic.

[akuikami-aa]

something wasn't right. weariness was etched into sukuna's face as he stood before the man who had captivated his curiosity for weeks. from the moment he was brought into this world, his heart and soul had been aching. yet, this stranger came along and turned his seemingly normal life upside down. as a sorcerer through and through, sukuna prided himself on his control, but now there was this inexplicable pull, this strange desire to be closer to him. he despised it — hated how his emotions had unraveled so completely.

with a hint of hesitation, he finally knelt down, his knees sinking into the cushion. his body remained tense, only listening to the words spoken to him. how odd this was. that much was evident in the way his eyebrow arched and even then . . . his eyes never wavered from the ethereal figure before him. every soul carries memories. he could only wonder why this held so much significance in this moment.

" what does all this even mean? " his voice was brought down to a near whisper. he was driving himself mad because of this man. the least he thought he deserved was some answers or an explanation. " and what could you possibly need with me? "

[fjaorhamr]

" i lost someone very dear to me, long ago. he was my heart and soul, " he reached up, brought a palm to his chest. the soul livened, perked at his touch. but the fragment he cherished most of all, sukuna's, previously housed dormant inside him, billowed. an undying light, of which he was merely a moth, drawn to its tantalizing flame. his ensuing smile was joyless, forlorn. no amount of that inferno burning so strongly within him could closely compare to feeling his touch one more time. " i carry a piece of him to this day. it is both my greatest treasure … and my greatest sorrow. "

his knuckles drained white the tighter he gripped.

" this was all i had of him— " he let go, and the fabric remained wrinkled. " — until now. " it was instant. all this time spent waiting, hoping, culminating into an undertaking out of pure, sheer desperation. his only hope, his only chance, at amending thousands of years of agony. hisao was quick, unseen to the naked eye. he knelt directly in front of sukuna, a certain look flickering across his face. pain, anguish, hopelessness. and without hesitation, his hand surged forward— plunging through his chest.

[kamasuinu]

THERE'S A MONSTER INSIDE YOU, BUT THERE'S A MONSTER IN ME, TOO.

不動睡蓮＆庵歌姫、ft. @fjaorhamr

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[fjaorhamr]

good morning, none of my muses (or myself) are straight except for hajime 🫶