MARKED FOR DEATH

the countdown to death has already begun... isola affiliated masamune kujou kazuo yashiki.

[kxjou]

mxonkxss‌:

“Mhm, I can tell when a lot of people are new here. It’s in the eyes and the body language. Though some people are better at hiding the fact that they’re lost.” With a head tilt of curiosity she then asks, “How different? Do you feel comfy talking about your home?” She’d like to know if possible! She always loved learning about other people’s home and how it was like for them being there. 

“I’ve been here and a place before this one! I’ve lost count on how many years it’s been though.”

“I don’t mind, but I can’t promise that it’ll be very exciting.”

“Honestly, I think the biggest difference is the technology. Going from just having a landline phone at home to all of this is pretty jarring.” Yeah, the concept of ‘touchscreens’ is probably the worst. "Though, I guess I could just be bad at adapting ‘cause of my age... Now that’s a scary thought.” He laughs a bit at his own expense there, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“You... Haven’t been home for years?” he frowns. This kid must have friends or family that she misses, right? “I’m... Sorry to hear that. That sounds hard.”

[kxjou]

anglerfishnabe‌:

The solution to the occasional sleeplessness was usually just walking around sitting down here and there. The single eye is squinting against the light briefly pointing directly to it before settling lower again.

Ogata looks at the man – fairly regular looking in comparison to more extravagant creatures inhabiting the island.

“ ….out late, aren’t you?  “

Hey, that’s a fair reaction.

“Yeah, I guess so. I could say the same to you.”

Can’t say he hasn’t been met with the like before. ...’Late’ is pretty broad, what time even is it? His mind wanders briefly to the possibility of buying a watch or something before he blinks back up at the man.

“...Sorry, odd question for you real quick, have you seen anything strange around here?”

[kxjou]

mxonkxss‌:

“Hehee! I think you’ll be totally fine!” She’s waved her hand is dismissal. When his coffee is ready, she picks it up and makes way to their table. “Here ya go. Let me know if it’s good! I wasn’t sure if you liked your black or not.” She’s watched Badou make coffee and only knew just how he liked his. Everyone else? Not so much. 

“Soooo…how are you holding up here? YOU are new to this place, right?”

“Thank you.” Honestly, he’d probably drink anything set in front of him at this point as long as it kept him on his feet. 

“You can tell, huh? ...No, I haven’t been here that long. To be honest, everything’s so different where I’m from that it’s been hard to adjust.”

He sighs. He was already behind on the whole technology thing, and this place is making things even worse for him on that front.

“You’ve lived here for a while I take it?”

[kxjou]

mxonkxss‌:

She wasn’t going to slow down just so he could catch up either. But she wasn’t about to let a man fend for themselves if they weren’t familiar with the area. Anyway, it doesn’t even take long to arrive at the coffee shop. She must know the owner of the shop since she casually makes her way to the desk and starts talking. “YEAH he probably didn’t get ‘nough sleep! Can you hook him up with something good?”

And the owner is on it. Kachina turns on her heels to look at the man with a grin. She gives him a thumbs up and motions for him to come sit with her, “You’ll be awake in no time, promise!”

She really is a regular here, huh?

“I’m worried if you promise something like that I’ll end up drinking enough caffeine to make my heart stop,” he laughs a bit at her enthusiasm as he accepts the invitation and takes a seat. 

[kxjou]

MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.

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CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. transatlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs (worms). big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.

[kxjou]

ngdays‌:

“It wouldn’t be the worst if I could handle it forever.” 

Akira could handle it next decade. Maybe four, even five. But the unwanted burden that chased him down was expected to eventually be passed to a kid born just to take his place. Only that way would the seal continue to hold.

Only that way wasn’t fine with him. Coldly continuing this kind of inheritance was different from setting up the mirror to be looked after at a shrine with someone he’d never met. 

“We seal them differently, so there have to be more options. We could get rid of them completely if we find the right one, or at least find something better.” Something with a much longer stability period, and a method anyone could do if they tried. They’d have to both feel less stressed that way. 

“You think chasing Hyakki Yagyo is going to hook you up with any other families tied up in this?”

Kijima’s far too young to be stuck with something like this ‘forever.’ At least, that’s Yashiki’s opinion on the matter. Yeah, all the more reason to keep up the search for a solution.

“...Is your Mr. K looking into Hyakki Yagyo in 1999? I only heard mention of it for the first time pretty recently, so I’m not sure I can say what I’ll be thinking in a couple years.”

[kxjou]

// im so so sorry i havent been around for a bit, i’ll get to replies today i promise !!

[chaoticmusing]

Reblog if your muse has frequent nightmares

[kxjou]

airomancy‌:

“if you say so… you seem to look like you know your stuff.” he looks visibly disappointed. eh, he’s not even sure if hasbro-produced ouija boards work, anyways. if he had any choice, he’d rather have those cool, vintage antique ones. 

“i mean, i’ve met multiple… spirits, already. it’s kind of a long story.” a really, really long story. “though, it’s a different case where i’m from so, i can only assume that you meant the classic kind of spirits.” what even defines a ‘classic’ spirit, anyways? to john, his immediate imagery were those he’d find on /x/.

“Classic kind?” He’s not sure how to respond to that. “I mean, I guess so...”

Although, every spirit is different, so there’s no real set standard, but his wording is curious nonetheless.

“Are spirits really that different in your ‘world’?”

[kxjou]

ngdays‌:

It didn’t really take any thinking before he could come up with a response.

“That sounds terrible.” Getting near Kakuya was bad enough, but close enough to put the doll inside her or take it out was probably suicidal. “But at least you’re not killing anyone. Hope it lasts a while.” 

A western dollmaker sounded unlikely for Kakuya at first, but who knew if they had a thing for the traditional aesthetic. Someone creating twisted dolls with some spiritual presence was already more real than he wanted it to be, but doll spirits with curses like that…

Well, the maker was probably human, so Akira wouldn’t mind getting thrown back in time if it gave him the chance to break their jaw.

“I sealed Kakuya in a mirror with a doll about the size of my hand,” he explained, briefly raising his left. “Takes some spiritual power, but she should be in there for the next ten years. I have no idea why any of it works.” Better to say that now than get expectant questions about it. 

“…Whatever happens ten years from now, I’ll deal with it and do it again.” She wasn’t just going to throw it out of the mirror and wait for him to give it back, was she.

‘At least you’re not killing anyone’ is a stab to the gut, but he tries not to let that show. He may as well have, after all. 

He musters a “I hope so too,” with a weak laugh.

Now, hearing about Kakuya’s sealing perks him back up, if only a little. Using a doll to seal a doll? Well, he supposes that technically a nenjibutsu could be counted as a doll too, so it’s actually more of a similarity than a difference. The biggest curiosity is the 'in a mirror’ part. Of course he has a million questions, but if Kijima says he doesn’t know, then there’s not much point in pressing the issue.

“Ten years, huh...” He wonders if Mary’s seal will last that long. What’s more, the phrase ‘do it again’ worries him.

Sitting and waiting, unsure of what will happen when Mary wakes up. Unsure of how many more people she’ll hurt before he can stop her again. Surely Kijima has similar anxieties about Kakuya, right?

“It’s terrifying, isn’t it? Feeling like we’re on a time limit with such horrible stakes...” He poses the statement as less of a question, and more of a fact of their mutual situation. He takes a sip of his now significantly cooler coffee as he gives Kijima a concerned gaze. “Even without the mark, I still feel like Mary’s curse is just... Hanging over me. You know what I mean?”

Yeah, asking that is kind of pointless. He knows it is. But... Just some sort of confirmation that he’s not alone in his fears would be nice.

[kxjou]

mxonkxss‌:

“You look REALLY bad!” So blunt and so honest. She doesn’t feel there’s a need to sugarcoat it. The man looks like he never sleeps and he looks like he’s just plagued by nightmares. Boy. He’s worse than…THAN SANZO. Not that Sanzo looked like shit, but he always looked…tired. This guy looks like shit AND he looks tired at the same time. 

“Making your own coffee is good and all, but getting coffee some cafe and stuff is also just as great! PLUS you can add as much stuff as ya want. C’mon!” And there she goes, moving, with a springy bounce to her steps.

Gee. Thanks. Well, at least Yashiki’s used to this sort of brutal honesty already.

While he’s not exactly a coffee purist, the mention of adding whatever ‘as much stuff’ entails to it is... Worrying. Hopefully he won’t be forced to drink a sugary sludge-- he had once watched Moe add enough milk, cream, and sugar to her coffee that it was almost pure white. The thought is pretty terrifying.

Through his sudden worrying, he’s almost left behind as she bounds off.

“Ah-- O-Okay!”  He trails behind her, having to speed up a little to match her pace.

[kxjou]

How do you feel about murder?

“What kind of question is that...? Killing someone is...” he trails off, trying to put his thoughts into words, “Taking someone’s life from them is horrifying. No one should have to experience fear and pain in their final moments.”

[the-write-ideas]

Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

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[kxjou]

@anglerfishnabe​ liked for a starter.

Following another rumored ‘ghost sighting’, Yashiki has somehow found himself in a shady alley in the Fibonacci Ward.

Of course, he hasn’t found anything yet. He’s about to call it quits for the night and head home, but freezes when he thinks he sees something out of the corner of his eye.

Hesitantly, he turns, his flashlight beam trailing up to the roof of one of the buildings--

He yelps in surprise, before realizing that there’s nothing supernatural (that he can tell yet) about the guy up there. 

“Y-You scared me... Um, good evening?”

[kxjou]

mxonkxss‌:

She’s messing with her own lock of hair now. She can understand that. Touching a stranger’s hair can be very weird. NOT to mention, he knew nothing about her anyway. Maybe he thought she’d stab him. She wouldn’t, but that’s besides the point. “It gets tangled and everything ALL the time. I can’t cut my hair though. My hair grows quick so it’d be me cutting my hair almost every 2 weeks.” She may be exaggerating it, she may not be. 

She’s getting a better look at the guy now. “Do you need coffee? I KNOW of a great place that has GOOD coffee.” 

That surprises him.

“D-Do I really look that bad?”  Sure, he only got maybe a solid three hours of sleep last night, but--

He sighs. 

“...Well, I guess I wouldn’t mind some coffee. I usually just make my own, though...” Not that he’s adverse to taking the recommendation.

[kxjou]

ngdays‌:

What did he want to know? It felt like he’d forget something important no matter what, but he could at least try for something that mattered.

“How you sealed her has to be different. Might be pointless on this one, but where did she come from?” Could the two doll spirits share an origin point? There might not be anything he could do with that info if Yashiki hadn’t, but it bothered Akira that Kakuya seemed to just materialize as a problem for the Miroku family.

“I don’t know that about Kakuya. My father was either clueless or didn’t leave a record of it.”

Kijima’s father, huh? Guess both of their dolls are family issues. It’s horrible for sure, but a part of him is relieved that they have another commonality if that’s the case.

“Well, she came into my family’s possession during the Taisho period... So I don’t know her exact origins yet, but she was probably made by a western workshop. I haven’t been able to follow that lead too far though, since the last time I tried going to America to look into it I-- uh... I ran into some problems.” He sighs at that. He wonders if Kijima can tell he’s trying to skirt around that detail? “Anyway, the current method of sealing her is a bit unreliable. There’s a nenjibutsu in her body to suppress her power, but... After a while it needs to be purified, and removing it is...”

He trails off, grimacing. He knows now’s not the time to beat himself up over it again, but it’s still his fault for taking the fucking thing out in the first place--

“It’s risky. Let’s put it that way.”

[kxjou]

mxonkxss‌:

“Is it?” Now she’s examining her snow white hair. She suppose it is long, isn’t it? She should get it trimmed, if only to keep it looking healthy and nice. Turning to look back at him, her smile is wide and friendly, “I don’t let just ANYONE do this, but do ya wanna touch my hair? It’s super SOFT too!” He’d certainly be the first aside of Asher to ever touch her hair. She’s definitely not afraid of any strangers. That much is evident. 

Well, she seems nice enough. That’s a relief. However, he freezes at her suggestion.

“O-Oh, no, that’s okay, I wouldn’t want to overstep any boundaries...”

The last time anyone had asked him to touch their hair was when Saya would ask him to brush hers for her. How long ago even was that? 

Well, aside from bittersweet memories suddenly being brought to the surface, he’d feel weird if he were to touch a random kid’s hair out of nowhere, especially since he only brought it up in a panic in the first place.

“It must be hard to take care of. My sister kept her hair short, but she still complained about that sort of thing.”