aberration.

The first requirement of being a hero isn't being right. It's being strong. That's why the hero always wins. VITAL STATS: ?!?!

[sportshoujou]

"Ah! Araragi-senpai! Senjougahara-senpai! It’s a good thing you’re both alright! It’d be hard to get the harem ending otherwise, right?.."

"Oya oya… But this is still an incomplete ending. How am I to count on my senpai if he can’t even get 100% clear?"

[staplerer]

"Don’t be mistaken, Kanbaru—with Araragi-kun everything works the opposite way. He’s charming, so he attracts awful people. He’s selfless, so he causes problems. He gets the true ending without looking up a walkthrough, so he’s a shadow-lurking otaku who has deemed the female form worthy of committing felonies for."

"Now knowing this, you should frame your greetings as such: 'Araragi-kun, it seems you are still safe from a crippling fear of the acronym CASPAR and a carefully carved place on a neighborhood watch list. This is much better than I expected for you at this point in your life. You're doing great. I'm so proud. Keep it up.'”

[odditary]

"Can anything be done against such outrageous abuse? Not only am I suffering harassment from the combined efforts of one voyeuristic underclassmen and my supposed girlfriend, I've been transported to a completely different world with no sound basis in reality! Where are the delusions of grandeur? The fanfiction-endorsing tween demographic portraying me as a charismatic bishounen with nothing to lose and everything to win?! MMOs made in the 70s operate by clearer directions than this charade of harem politics. I've been cheated out of 100% game completion by blackmail alone."

"I never even publicly admitted to being a masochist! What kind of mega-ultra, panty-stealing pervert do you two take me for?!"

[odditary]

third wheel.

To be honest, the fatalistic travesty of his sacrificial dogma towards his sisters was primarily a matter of a personal opinion rather than a dead-ringer certainty. Whether Araragi Koyomi toted the merit of sibling codependency predisposed from birth or not wasn't even the correct question to inquire as much as it was half-baked rhetoric derived from catch-22 scenarios involving loli fanservice and pubescent girls with a knack for melodrama and moral conflict, the latter of which a plain nuisance, six days out of seven.

On the proportions of harems and the unequivocal truth scalped from deliberately involving himself with aberrations, his self-sacrificial complex knew no bounds. At some point, his prior wishy-washy attitude for a slice-of-life existence with a side of sci-fi anomalies. But disregarding the karmic value of saving people from their annihilation entirely, there usually was an equivalence point on the amount of insanity he'd ever encountered. Certainly, Araragi once faced the King of Oddities head-on and survived with his humanity (mostly) intact, but he'd never been forcibly bum-rushed into a world with only the fleeting recall of the continuity issues behind interdimensional travel.

Karen and Tsukihi were nowhere to be seen, however.

On impulse, he strides forward to address the nearest bystander he's locked eyes with in a gesture so intimate that it could be classified as veritable, bona-fide character development. "As a general heads-up: it's not in my archetype to play coy, so — I'll just cut straight to the chase. I mean, I do tend to ramble, but that's moreso the typical reaction that arises from being thrust head-first into bizarre situations and other universes without any precursor. Given the circumstances, there were several candidates better suited to repopulation. Not that I'm complaining."  

And even without the obligation as the eldest and thus perpetually inundated with the repercussions of honor-bound propriety, they mattered. Releasing the vise-grip on his pride was a small price to pay for divulged hearsay from random bystanders, anyhow. "All that aside, have you seen the Tsuganoki Second Junior High School's Fire Sisters? They're known for their obnoxious justice ideologies, as they're both under the delusion of being actual superheroes. ... Just direct me to any sign of mayhem and an overwhelming sense of ethics within a 10-mile perimeter and I'll be on my way, thanks."

[staplerer]

sportshoujou started following you

odditary started following you

[odditary]

[ Ararararararagi perfunctorily opens his mouth. ]

[ ... And abruptly closes it two seconds later at breakneck speed. Crowds are sent into the death throes of subliminal fridge horror. Manga protagonists lose their shōnen, go-getter attitudes. Slapstick comedy becomes completely irrelevant in thirty-five countries.

All thanks to you, Senjougahara. ]

[odditary]

yes the harem grows

ooc. anyways! the name's rachel, but i'm cool with the whole [insert character name here]-mun jag. you guys seem really chill, so i'm glad to be in the group (ironically, i've only realized just now that i chose muses that have experience murdering/being murdered or getting gravely injured to the point of death in canon ha h ah hhh).

i'll do my best to make opens on both accounts, which probably means i'll make my event starters my intros. but if any of you guys want a thread and/or banter specifically aimed at you, just drop a line on either araragi or batter.

hope to get to know you guys better soon! and for some, even better, considering i've rp'ed with a few of you before, heh. B)

[mirayama]

[paako-chan-deactivated20140209]

I never intended to lie.

[inelysianvalleys]

Hanekawa. Hanekawa-san. One day I will love someone that is not you. For the first time in my life, I will love someone that is not you. Now that you taught me the feeling of sympathy toward the other people, the day when I will fall in love with someone that is not you will certainly come. However I think I will certainly never forget these golden glittering nine days that you forgot — I will remember them forever with lingering affection. No matter what future lies in wait, what will happen in the days to come, these feelings I have for you will certainly never change, and won’t ever disappear. And like that, in this way. In the Golden Week of his third year of high school, the May of his eighteen years, Araragi Koyomi got a broken heart over something that was not his first love. I climbed the stairs.

Nekomonogatari: Kuro (via inelysianvalleys)

[viasri]

[doctor-whomura-deactivated20150]

*･゜ﾟ･*

[vegetasmastersword]

[surugakanbaru]

Cleaning a room with Araragi and Kanbaru

[illegallydumpedobject-blog]

— A dramatic success!!

The fact that she didn’t siphon any bit of the young man’s soul didn’t really register (she was full enough at the moment anyways), but his reaction made her beam.

“Wahaha!” Kogasa laughed, twirling her umbrella a bit. Her tongue hung out just a bit as she stood over Koyomi.

“Seeing you fall back like that reminded me of the good old days of scaring people! Hehe, don’t worry human— I don’t plan one eating you!” Kneeling down, geta clacking a few times as she adjusts her position next to the felled boy, Kogasa snickers. Her voice took on a cheerful tone and she continued to clutch her umbrella— the tongue hanging near Koyomi’s face.

[odditary]

Cue all of the air deflating out of his lungs like a balloon left to dry; his equanimity shrivels up faster than comic relief in the midst of black humor. He isn't quite used to interactions with other people, much less the spastic soliloquies of prepubescent girls (anomalous or otherwise), so when he answers, his tone comes out a tad more resigned than he intended. "Don't worry, I'm used to verbal assaults. You need to be careful, though. I might just eat you."

Araragi's retort is lighthearted enough that the girl probably won't take it seriously, but her tongue wagging near his face is enough to conjure up every intrinsic, bone-deep need to secure his life against any possible girlfriends, harem or otherwise, on his heels. "You might give people ideas, seeing as how we're in a pretty compromising situation."

[staplerer]

“Ah, Araragi-kun. It seems you’ve caught me in the middle of a scientific experiment. I was just testing the thesis that a lolicon can sense their beloved underage ecchi doujinshi from 2000 kilometers away and will be helplessly attracted to it regardless of their perceived level of self-control.”

“…I’m sorry, that was a lie. It was actually the thesis that the red string of fate will always reunite two lovers no matter the distance, but I can easily identify the facial expression of a lolicon who was fervently seeking their beloved underage ecchi doujinshi and has found that their senses have betrayed them and have led them to a cute girl who has missed the mark by five years.”

“You shouldn’t be upset though, it just means that you are recovering from your shameful perversions and no longer have to worry about what happens to a young male like you in a maximum security prison.”

[odditary]

"Wait. Just. Wait a second, Senjougahara. I can explain."

Audibly, he gulps, raises his palms like a makeshift shield against fail-safe insinuations about his real priorities. He was screwed six ways to Sunday. So much for a priest to come absolve him of sins against humanity (i.e., against a pretty girl with a vendetta against would-be lolicons, sans last rites). "I think anyone would feel an insurmountable level of pressure in this situation, not just me. It's hard to think right now! Cut me some slack." Approximately five seconds later, he fizzles out.

"W-What kind of pervert do you think I am?! Besides, Kanbaru's the one with S&M underclassmen tendencies." His breath hitches around the ultimatum. "Putting that aside, when have I ever, quote unquote, sensed my 'beloved underage ecchi doujinshi from 2000 kilometers away'? The contents of the third drawer shelf are none of your business!"

[odditary]

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//laughs for 100 years

[odditary]

ᴩᴀʀᴀᴅɪɢᴍ ѕʜɪғᴛ | ɪɴᴛʀᴏ/ᴏᴩᴇɴ.

[shuzaichu]

What an interesting specimen… no, was specimen the right word? He seemed just as unique as the shrine maiden and the witch, really. Something about him…

It was his status as protagonist, wasn’t it?

Of course, that wasn’t something she could determine all that easily… actually, it wasn’t something she could determine at all. Nevertheless, Koyomi had something to him that interested the tengu, and it wasn’t just his unique smell, either. His response was dry, but not too cool— and in a way it was fun with how he was playing along like this.

The humans here in the Hive always prove to be rather unique, didn’t they? … Most of them did, anyways. It just kind of depended on the character. Character? Yes, the person’s character— not they themselves. Unusual appearances was a normal thing back home, so when it came to looks, Aya wasn’t brought forth that easily…

Unless you had something truly remarkable— like an outdated pompadour, for example. Hell, that was hilariously strange, even for most other humans whom had seen the hairstyle before.

But Koyomi sported no pomp, so such information was unneeded. Taking note of the ahoge subconsciously, that grin of hers remained as she stood tall— much taller than the boy— due to the abnormally long geta which she managed to balance herself on effortlessly.

… In truth, she was probably around his height. Koyomi wasn’t the tallest sapling in the orchard, after all.

“Since you’re a new arrival, I’m guessing you know the basics, yeah? You’ve been brought here for some social experiment, and you’re being forced to live the rest of your days here… well! Maybe not the rest. Who knows how long you’ll be here?”

Offering a whimsically charismatic shrug, Aya adds, “Regardless, though, you’re pretty much stuck here. People from all sorts of different places are also stuck here— myself included! From different times, and even different worlds… neat, huh?” She thought it was neat anyways. It was easy for her to keep smiling as she spoke, even though things sounded quite dismal without her sugar coating.

“Yep! Those’re the basics. You’ve been given a place to stay with a couple roommates, by the way. Decent place. Bit too Western for my tastes, though!” She was a traditional Japanese woman after all! … Er, traditional Japanese youkai. Okay, she wasn’t even that traditional. That was pretty much an unnecessary lie. Aya doubted she’ll ever get used to this Western atmosphere, though… at least, on a personal level, anyways. Oh, aside from all that— out of the blue, she had withdrawn her trusty camera and had shot a picture of Koyomi in but a few seconds.

Flash on.

“Anyways, I figure I should give you your first real welcome to the Hive. So…” Wings flitting a bit, she exclaims, “Welcome to the Hive! I’m Aya Shameimaru— just your average reporter for the Bunbunmaru Newspaper, Hive City Edition!”

… Way to advertise in your introduction there, Aya. Shameless as ever.

[odditary]

As a cross between being the 'village idiot' and 'tsukkomi' character. he makes it a priority to act completely deadpan while expressing quotes exquisitely crafted through charming crassness and half-baked colloquialisms for awkward, virgin small-talk. His ahoge drifted in the breeze in accordance to this reflection on his entire metaphilosophy. At the end of it, he came to the realization that it didn't matter if he liked self-proclaimed tsun-tsun deuteragonists or hairsplitted the nature of his reality with his class representative, only that he couldn't divorce his feelings from his inhibitions long enough to keep up a modest sense of self-preservation.

The road to Hell was paved in good intentions, and he was taking the slide straight to the pit, free-of-charge. Either of his sisters would've made obscure jokes about his paradigm shift from model student to failing delinquent if they could wrap their heads around more than a vague sense of chivalry. Heroes didn't exist. Not in the way they believed, at least. She seemed nice though, which was a shame. If she'd been nefarious, she might've just held the key to escaping. Antagonists found their drive 

"That's all? I would've understood it before, maybe. Not now. It's not like I'm the most normal teenager in the world, but considering how boring of a person I am, it's ... odd, actually. They won't find much." As one-tenth of an aberration, he was typically mundane until he wasn't. Save for harem insinuations at sequential points in his life since the paradigm shift (i.e., becoming a vampire), being associated with the King of Oddities warranted nothing than prodding. And as much as he'd love to take assumptions at face-value, he'd built enough paranoia to wrap his quips up in a fair amount of enigma (enough to stockpile for winter, as if retorts equated to nuts). It made cool and mysterious a merit, instead of a fail-safe for getting bashed in the head with a blunt object upon interrogation.

"You shouldn't have done that. It's not that I'm not flattered, though. About taking my picture, I mean. I'm just not that important." His expression remains relatively placid as he finally comes to a rest, appraising her alacrity and the smile percolating on her lips, the funny quirks of her idiosyncrasies, and it's almost as if he's speaking to the Fire Sisters all over again, taking the facts in objectively and storing them away for later contemplation. It's not like Aya isn't telling him anything he doesn't already know, but the sentiment is something he's just not used to.

Tsukihi and Karen would've liked her, even with the wings, which only upped the ante on the literal notion that she must've sprung straight out of anime, or perhaps a video game with a disarmingly cute cast of characters around her age. Ergo, there was the very real possibility that hallucinatory delusions were only the tip of the iceberg. So far, having a case of severe lolicon psychosis wasn't as bad as he'd reckoned it'd be. And he's stupefied enough to, just this once, drop his guard. "Thanks. Need some help with the newspaper? I'm no stranger to scouting out sensationalism."

[pileobones-blog]

Tsubasa Troll

(and tumblr’s 10-image limit)

[sweetjusticeminimoe-deactivated]

odditary started following you

[sweetjusticeminimoe-deactivated]

How odd, she got a really weird feeling from this man. But it wasn’t bad, just a bit uncomfortable. She wondered why for a moment, but instead glanced down for a moment as she was overcome by shyness when he approached.

“Uhm. Hello. I am kind of… Lost. I’m looking for my dad… Or my big bro… Or… Maybe a Junes?” She mumbled at first, but tried to make her voice stronger as she remembered some people found it difficult to hear what she was saying. She glanced back up at the man, a small and tentative smile on her lips to be polite. Should she go with the stranger? He… Seemed nice, to be sure. But her father always told her not to go anywhere with strangers.

She averted her eyes, bringing a small finger to tap against her lips as she considered. This man was much nicer than anyone else she had met, after all. And he was so much friendlier, too! Maybe he could help her if only for a little while.

[odditary]

With a penchant for coming into proximity of small girls with problems, Araragi could reasonably be labeled as a womanizer in the making. Much of his story arc was characterized by meeting adolescents with issues more ingrained than putrefying dairy products, and remaining vigilant in the face of adversity wasn't just a requisite, but essential. He'd already promised his entire existence to one Senjougahara Hitagi; everything else mostly came secondary, except when it pertained to saving lives.

He's never warranted attention as another face in the crowd, but he clears his throat, does his best not to earn the title of child predator right off the bat. "Could you describe them? I might've seen them around." For a teenager with quips and quips of banter and sarcastic comebacks as his method of interacting with the general public, he remains mostly mundane in the vicinity of elementary kids. There's no need for indomitable tenacity when it comes to scared children, and he can see that what she needs, more than anything else, is someone to reliably depend on. "Just trust me. I'll help you look for them, okay?"

[stimulantaddictarchive]

day one in hive - night; setting - lab;

( the door opens, the echo ringing within the detective’s ears; and only for a moment he pulls away from peering through the microscope. ) This room is occupied.

[odditary]

He's not one for common intrusions, especially with a reverse-introvert nature and the rationale of a dead snail, but he can't help but shrug offhandedly as he takes a seat beside the man. "Exactly. Is one more person that big of a deal?"