[archerxunmade]

Guess who’s back? Back Again~

I’m reviving this blog and looking to get some threads going soon! Hit this post with a like or reblog and I’ll create a starter for you. Open to all~

[fuyukaixdesu-a]

idontflirt

japanese is lost upon jessica, who’s never taken the time to bother to learn to speak any language besides english. it earns mirai a blank look, followed by jessica raising her eyebrows, only to sigh, not caring enough to ask what the words meant. jessica is observant. she always has been, picking up on the small details that most people don’t give a first thought, let alone a second. it’s likely she would have noticed the discoloration without attention being drawn to it. she laughs, or rather scoffs as she realises what the guy had taken from her. “a ring? seriously? you realise i don’t work for free, right. i’ll probably charge more than the rings worth.”

“i know” she’s quick to assure the woman that she is aware of her fees, aware of how stupid a reason it likely seemed. once again, she reaches into her bag, rifling around for a moment more before pulling out a poorly stacked wad of cash - at least $5,000, if she had counted correctly. “i - i can get more if you need it.” she had worked tirelessly, months of killing every youmu until the strain became to much, each time pulling herself back from the edge became that little bit harder. even know, when there is no fight, she can feel it thrumming under her skin - like thousands of tiny worms wiggling just under the surface, infecting every bone and every tissue, pulling her towards something she can’t quite describe. inhibition? destruction? danger? “it was my mothers.” offers this as some kind of explanation, one that perhaps the other could understand - much better an explanation than the other reason she required the small slip of gold. 

[lxsusnxturae-a]

hey just wanna apologise for how shit ive been with replies! ive been put up to four shifts a week at work and college is really coming down hard. ill tru and get some drafts done tomorrow before my shift!

[morbidmachiavellian]

I actually have muse for alex again! i don’t want to just start doing my drafts because it’s been so long and so i understand if anyone wants to drop anything.

So these are the people i currently have threads with. if you could please let me know if you want to drop them  or keep them. or drop some and keep others if we have multiple threads. Again I totally understand if anyone does want to drop anything, and we can always plot new things if anyone wants to. 

I don’t want anyone to feel forced to write anything they don’t want to, so if you’re someone like me that struggles to say no then just don’t make any response and i’ll assume this to mean that you do want to drop threads :)

I’m not gonna list individual threads, but ask me for them if you want them 

@leadershiipskills

@fuyukaixdesu (let me know for all your accounts pls :) )

@sanguinehope

@heckcdup

@nightxcrashes

@pinpilinpaux

@herheroics

@beingmyownhxro

@dontmakemefrosty

@chosexearth

@ncpdpuppy

@siilverxeyes

@cosmosnerds

@maraonlaidre

I think that’s all. 

[fuyukaixdesu-a]

me? wanting to drop a thread with you? impossible

[fuyukaixdesu-a]

idontflirt

the girl’s nervousness is obvious, but jessica doesn’t care. she does nothing to try to calm the nerves of the other, although she waits patiently as she takes the time to say what is needed. she leans against the door way as she waits, then folds her arms as the girl searches through her satchel. she stays in this position as the items are presented to her. eyes scan the images in front of her. jessica’s expression is blank, with the distinct impression that she doesn’t reallycare. this changes once she takes in the picture of the two together. a frown forms as her eyebrows draw together, causing deep ridges on her forehead. she snatches the picture from the girl’s hands in order to take a closer look. “it doesn’t look much like you wanted to be with himhere.” she says as she taps a finger against the photograph. “why do you want him found so much now?” 

“doshite?” ( why? ) the question is muttered mostly to herself, frown pulling her brows together as she attempts to explain her reasoning behind looking for the man. in truth, she never wanted to see him again, would be glad to never have to think about his face. but life would never be that easy. “he took something from me,” a tap to her right hand, a strip of paler skin on her pinky where her ring had sat for so many years. “i need to get it back.” the few months she had been without the ring had been difficult, to say the least, every time she used her abilities nearly sending her over the edge without the ring to reel her back in all the time. it had gotten to the point where she wouldn’t even form her sword, unable to kill any youmu and earn her money. “onegai.” ( please )

[fuyukaixdesu-a]

idontflirt

jessica’s eyebrows raise as she observes the teenager’s bizarre behaviour. then her brow furrows, as her nose wrinkles up, her expression one of bemusement. she folds her arms before sighing, wondering why half her prospective clients seemed to be nut-jobs. the sigh is soft, more tired than she was angery.   “i’m jessica jones. and you might as well just tell me what you what, seeing as you woke me up to answer the god damn door. better be worth my time.”

her stomach drops as the woman reveals her identity, unable to help feeling a little put out at her being so i n t i m i d a t i n g. swallows again, hands wringing together in the silence following jessica’s words, weight shifting onto her back foot. “i, well, uh.” another pause, taking another moment to collect her scattered thoughts. “people said you’re good at finding people? i need to know where someone is.” she shifts so her satchel is more readily accessible, small hands fumbling inside for a moment before she pulls out a stack of images - five of them at the most. she holds them forwards quickly, hastily neatening the presentation as she does. they’re taken from a variety of distances, one even being a picture of the pair together - with mirai looking considerably uncomfortable  “Miroku Fujima.”

[fuyukaixdesu-a]

continued from here with @idontflirt​

jessica has fallen asleep at her desk. the knock on her door wakes her. she accidentally pushes an empty glass off the desk as she sits up. “fuck.” she rubs at her eyes, as the light streaming in through the windows makes her head hurt. she stands, slowly, before stumbling across her apartment. she swings the door open with speed. “what?” she snaps, angery to have been awoken from her slumber. luckily what she lacks in customer service, she makes up for by getting the job done.

teen stumbles back, flinching involuntarily as the door swings open, she pushes her glasses up her nose, swallowing the sudden lump in her throat. it takes her a moment to calm herself enough to talk, to remind herself that no one in this country knew who she was, no one knew to hurt her. “uh, i - sorry, i’m - “ she tumbles over her words, stammering at the womans abruptness. “i’m looking for, uh, jessica jones? i’m sorry if i have the wrong address, i’ll go. sorry for bothering you again. sorry.” body tips forward in quick succession, several bows of apology in a row. 

[fuyukaixdesu-a]

fraxturedsoul

“thats because i do have questions.” alex smiles gently as she slides her id back into her pocket. “i promise you’re not in trouble. you actually kinda saved my ass. thank you.” she puffs out her cheeks as she wonders where to even start. “okay, i’ll start with something easy. are you an alien?” she asks, feeling that it might be best to sick to yes or no questions, to avoid further freaking mirai out.

kuriyama nods at the answer, visibly relaxing when told she was not in trouble, not to be punished. hands rest together before her chest, sleeves pulled over the palms of her hands, fingers fiddling absently with her ring - passing it back and forth. the question seems to take her offguard, not ever thinking that someone would assume her to be an alien - although thinking about it, it seemed like a reasonable assumption in this day and age. “no, not an alien.” head shakes decisevely, candyfloss curls bouncing with the movement.

[effugerexmorte-a]

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[effugerexmorte-a]

please like/reblog if you’d be open to interacting with a new indie ajin oc! semi-selective, multiverse + multifandom. ryou yamazaki, assassin extroardinaire, trauma victim, anxiety haver! 

[fuyukaixdesu-a]

haisxgh0ull

“You sure? Cause if I do he will talk?” The thought of this weaker man telling the other ghouls that he was active again will only make this month even harder. He just want to relax for once. “Um are you from CCG? If you are please don’t say anything about me to them. This will make my day even harder.”

The outfit seems kinda off, but that blade really make him nervous from some odd reasons. The was afraid and try to run. “who said you can move huh?” The silent and creepy voice escape him as his kagune grabbed the man by the legs,dragging him closer. “I’m not the enemy…I don’t want to fight...Please take note of that.”

She nods at the first question, sure in her decision to let the ghoul run free - unsavoury as their lifestyle was, Mirai knew that they were unable to live any other way.

“Iē, I’m not the CCG, don’t worry.”

She watches him drag the other ghoul back, frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. He may say he didn’t want to fight, but his actions were rather contradictory.

“Just let him go already.”

[fuyukaixdesu-a]

excessiveadaptationsyndrome

   Aiko’s eyes slowly turned up to the extended hand to her, looking like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. The whole situation caught her completely off guard and the words had tears welling up in her eyes. Honey colored eyes traveled up the other’s arm to her young, sweet face. It would be rude to pass up such an offer, but fear of what could transpire and get the other girl wrapped up in just by being around her made her hesitant.

   Aiko sniffled and gave a grateful smile, “I-I don’t want to be a burden.” There was a pause,“B…but I really appreciate the offer and kindness.” And there went the waterworks, tears mixing with the rain that ran down her face. It was so foreign to her now; kindness of a stranger, the world was cruel and unforgiving it was rare for Aiko to see much kindness towards her.

   Slowly Aiko reached forward with her right hand—her normal looking hand and took the outstretched hand. A gentle squeeze of her fingers, as she took the other’s hand and smiled at the pinkette. “Thank… Thank you.”

“Daijobu.”

She pulls the blonde up with surprising strength, stepping back as they moved so as to not be in such close proximity with the stranger.

“Kuriyama Mirai - it’s nice to meet you.”

Hand drops back down to her side, other one adjusting the strap of the bag on her shoulder. She hesitates for a moment, watching the other, before beginning forwards.

“I don’t have much food at home, do you want to stop and grab something? I’m not sure how much I have, but we should be okay.”

Mirai had, slowly, been collecting more and more youmu to be appraised, and so was getting paid regularly. It was a comfort, not having to worry about if she would be able to eat for the next few days or not.

She doesn’t watch the teen as they walk, but her eyes glance over every now and then - cautious as ever. She didn’t distrust her, no more than any other stranger, but couldn’t help being on edge. Couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong.

[fuyukaixdesu-a]

the-captains-table

“That was not nothing,” the Doctor presses, oblivious to her discomfort. She grabs her hand, wiping away the blood with her thumb, then brings it up to her nose to sniff at it. “Psychic projection? Or is it tech based? Are you even human??”

She pulls away in such a manner that makes it obvious that she has been grabbed like this before, but with much more sinister intent. Hand cradles to her chest slightly, her stance just that little bit more defensive towards the other than it was previously.

It takes a while for her to respond, a sudden barrier put up at the strangers questioning.

“Of course I’m human!”

[fuyukaixdesu-a]

le-coureur

“And you killed it?” Jean asks tentatively, the last thing she wants is another thing like that coming after her or any other agents for that matter.

She adjusts her position in the chair and leans forward.

“I killed it.” 

The words seem odd, coming from someone so young. Her youth merely a distraction for those who seeked to harm her, to use her. There is no emotion behind them, no fear at the death of a being at her hands, not like there should be in the voice of a fifteen year old girl. 

“It’s my job.”

[fuyukaixdesu-a]

fraxturedsoul

“It’s nice to meet you.” The words are genuine. Nothing about Mirai has left her feeling uneasy.  “I work for the FBI.” The lie falls easily from Alex’s mouth. It’s once she’s made many times previously. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her ID, which she shows to Mirai, giving her plenty of time to examine it. Alex still has questions, but she gets the feeling that Mirai isn’t going to answer her questions unless she extends her the same courtesy. Sometimes Alex has to work quickly, maybe even forcefully. But not with Mirai. Slow and steady seems to be the way.

“Kochirakoso.” 

She bows again, the angle less steep than previously and out of greeting rather than fear. She straightens after a moment, eyes narrowing at the ID. Mirai takes a moment to study it, although she wasn’t too sure what she was looking for - she would never be able to spot a fake. 

Finally, her gaze moves back to meet Alex, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, thinking that this would perhaps be the best way to approach the other. 

“It - it feels like you have questions?”

[sicariusaranea]

“I’ve got red in my ledger…I’d like to wipe it out.”

Well, here goes everything. Please like/reblog if you’re interested in a new/returning Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow from Marvel Comics!

Ooh, and reblog if you wanna spread the word, please!

[fuyukaixdesu-a]

the-captains-table

“That thing? Oh, it was just a vesperform - bit nastier than normal but mostly harmless,” she said, immediately brushing off the question to instead satisfy her own curiosity. “What was that thing? The thing that you did? Never seen that before!”

“Vesperform.” She repeats the creatures name, rolling the word around in her mouth for a few moments. It seemed to fit, though she wasn’t quite sure why. 

Eyes flit down to her sword, having returned to it’s most common state as soon as she didn’t require the defence. Calm enough that she didn’t feel the need to attack, Mirai allows the rest of the weapon to return to to her body, the only trace a faint smear of blood across her palm. “Nothing, really.” She draws away the attention, visibly uncomfortable.