i'll kill them

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     I think it’s for the best if I drop Shizuo for now. I like writing for him, but my inspiration is so sparse that I think I want to leave the spot open for anyone who could be more active than me. That, and I have two other muses here in Citta that I’d like to pay more of my attention to! 

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     Okay, this time I promise I’m doing my drafts.

     Thank you, everyone who’s been patient!

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“…a fantasy based on reality.”

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[wlwjorin]

Happy Shizuo day!  (ﾉ∀`♥)

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     I haven’t been around in a hot minute, so I’m putting out this here starter call for anyone who’d like one! The cap is at 3, but anyone who’d like to plot with me in IM or my askbox is exempt! 

     All of my replies are drafted, so keep an eye out if I owe you one — they’ll all be posted together, so if I haven’t replied to yours when that time comes, just let me know.

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If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.

Tennessee Williams (via quotemadness)

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Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything

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     Oh my god. I did 14 drafts tonight.

     I might be lurking around but I think for the most part I’ll be off for the night! Thank you for all the starters and replies I got; if I missed any, by all means let me know, because the only ones I’m aware of are the ones I replied to already!

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obsxlxte:

The sight of a HUMAN BEING ripping a sign out of the ground filled Hanten with joy. Most humans she’s fought in the 3000 years of her life have been weak, delicate creatures. Being the sadomasochist she is, the demon laughed eagerly and put out her flames. They’re limited, so she’ll use them to her advantage at the very least. 

“Finally, something fun to do around here!” With that she was on the move, darting forward to leap at the male. It was reckless, that’s for sure. Though, Hanten didn’t care if she wins or loses, it was really about the fun.

     When she flung herself at him, he dropped the sign at his side and raised his leg in time with her movement, feeling the contact between her body and his foot. Whatever kind of attack she hoped to unleash on him, he had been in too many fights to not be privy to movements and situations like this one.

     He had fought off hoards of possessed people before. What was one demonic lady to him?

     “Something fun? Get a grip!”

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lxmento:

The woman and her child weren’t the only witnesses to the rather brutal, unforgiving beat-down delivered to the thieving ruffians, as Konoe stood dumbstruck by the sight.  Though he looked to be a normal person, he’d made such swift work of the burglars that for a brief moment he found himself wondering if he’d stumbled upon a Touga, and he had an unseen Sanga singing for him.

However, he only saw the one man, and the frightened child and her mother, and the thugs so easily tossed aside like garbage.

The looks on the onlookers’ faces spoke more volumes than words would, and Konoe immediately found himself on edge, already putting up mental walls that would keep at bay the imminent flood of emotions–fear, rage, anything of the sort–that would otherwise cripple him.

To his surprise–it didn’t come.

As if there were no emotions in the air, nothing tried to shove its way into his heart, no vice squeezing his chest, no flood threatening to drown him.  His eyes widened slightly, despite his still staring at the man, before reality dawned on him that he couldn’t feel anything.

Was something blocking his empathy…?  He didn’t know if this was a boon or a hindrance, to be robbed of something so ingrained into him.  Though it never had a positive use, he found himself feeling…strangely empty without his empathy.

However, a different thought rose to mind, and as the man started to walk past him, he–after a moment of hesitation–grabbed his arm to stop him for just a moment.

Immediately he froze, his mouth going bone-dry.  He’d just grabbed a guy who effortlessly beat a group of thugs into unconsciousness, possibly to death.  Who was to say he wouldn’t turn that wrath on him next?  Still, he had to speak up.

🐾 「 Oi…don’t you think that was a little much?  A few quick punches would’ve been enough… 」

     The sudden contact gave Shizuo a start, the surprise clear on his face that someone would think to stop him in his tracks, especially after the very clear display of aggression and willingness to beat someone within an inch of their life. He never blamed those innocent onlookers, especially not young children, for thinking of him as a monster or a demon. But for a seemingly grown person, like the one who had stopped him, Shizuo expected more.

     But then, it was a faulty thing to presume that people could understand (and excuse) the oftentimes overboard course of violence that Shizuo mostly took.

     “What are you, defending him?” 

     He was wrong and he knew he was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself. 

     “He’s not dead, I know that for sure, even though he should be. People like that are the reason why kids grow up scared to walk around by themselves, and why parents in cities like this get so protective.”

     The person in front of him looked young, and that was why he held himself back from his violent streak. He wasn’t evil, and he wasn’t looking for a fight in the least; his walk had started as a way for him to calm down, really. 

     “I’m not going to let anyone get away with doing wrong like that, no matter what kind of wrong it is.” According to memory, he even had beaten up threatening-looking gang members for glaring at him. “They think they can keep getting away with it, when they need to learn their lesson.”

     Harsh? Of course.

     Instinctual? Unfortunately.

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kisshibae:

A green haired man wore clothes that were crisp, fresh, and new. He had managed today, to sneak out and finally do some clothes shopping of his own. It was convenient that his roommate had managed to fall asleep for one, going on two days straight today. Most would be concerned in that sort of situation, but Rohan had spotted an oppurtunity. Now he was whistling to himself, as he pulled on his suspenders.

In the midst of his good mood though, Rohan of course, perhaps inevitably stumbled upon somebody with lesser luck than him. The moment he spotted that person, his whistling stopped as if interrupted by a foul note. He let the man walk by him, and then immediately snapped around and observed the man through a frame created by his thumb and index fingers of both hands together. 

“That’s a terrible stain. Do you always walk around in public like that, tsk tsk.” 

Rohan himself was a bit terrible, but not completely. ‘It looks like it can’t be helped. Come with me, we’re going clothes shopping to buy you a new vest.’

     What better than to put him in a foul mood than a foul person?

     Well, Shizuo could only judge so much of the surface. Even if the surface was shitty and annoying. Did this guy have a sensible bone in his body? Couldn’t he see how utterly frustrated and aggressive Shizuo was? He had half a mind to threaten the green-haired weirdo, but then he offered a new vest, and Shizuo felt a pang of something similar to...

     Regret? 

     He didn’t have any extra vests waiting for him in his assigned closet, probably. Kasuka would have been disappointed in him. Probably.

     “Who even are you?”

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sourui:

Perhaps he had been too harsh. It was Ui’s first thought when he saw the sudden change in tone, the short response, and the return of the vending machine. He would have explained the circumstances, but ‘I was trying to get a soda pop for my dead colleague who I was happy to see again’ was a bit awkward to explain. Not just awkward, impossible.

‘Thank you, that’s reasonable of you.’ That was all he could manage to say. For a moment, Ui was even envious of the brute who could make his emotions so clear. He turned his head to see the fleeing hoodlums. This blonde in front of him had been screaming and about to start a fight because those hoodlums had pissed him off. It made reasonable sense in a way, even though Ui imediately felt the urge to scold him over how unsafe he had been. Or even to question how he could lift the vending machine. This one, was he one of the .01 percent of humanity born with enhanced strength matching a ghoul, Ui wondered.

He did not say any of that, though. He merely reached into his back pocket for a cardboard carton. He shook it twice and turned it upside down until the white square relinquished its contents to him. A single cigarette, Ui lit it and puffed it immediately. Then to the other gentleman, he tipped the box in his direction. ‘Do you want one, it might calm you down.’

     Of all people to own cigarettes, Shizuo was absolutely one of them, but the sight of a free one sent a message: I didn’t mean any harm by you, it’s alright, don’t worry about it. And Shizuo accepted it gratefully, lighting it with the lighter that had been housed in his pants pocket since he bought a new one upon his arrival — having lost the one he arrived with.

     “Thanks.”

     So this guy understood that Shizuo hadn’t been mad at the machine, had seen the trash that ran around, grateful that they hadn’t been crushed by a flying vending machine. At least he had that explanation already set to go as he silently puffed the smoke out of his mouth with the direction of the wind.

     “Seriously, if you have trouble getting anything out of it, there are plenty more around the city —” that I haven’t trashed yet, he thought to himself. “ — And I’ll cover your losses.” Even if it were only a dollar, Shizuo would still be responsible, so it was really his only solution.

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illchopitoff:

“I don’t think you’d find any shortage of people in this city who think they’re important enough for a bodyguard.”

He’d met a lot of people in this city. Some arrogant, some who were humble. There were powerful people and people who weren’t strong enough to defend themselves. And those weaker people were typically caught in the crossfire of the city’s many scuffles that happened, unfortunately. It was very unlikely that they could even afford a bodyguard, much less try to defend themselves. In the end, this city could probably do with something that wasn’t an organization of so-called superheroes.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t really his problem. He’d protect the people he cared about and if he saw someone in trouble, he’d step in. But Cloud wasn’t going to go actively seeking people to help. He wasn’t a vigilante or anything. Plus from what he’d heard, vigilantism didn’t really pay much unless you worked for the Avengers. Or some kind of mercenary organization.

Probably better to just join the police force.

“Could always have someone you trust help you start up some kind of…bodyguard service or something.”

It was a thought. He didn’t think there was anything like that around here. Not that he’d be all that interested in something like that. Despite the fact that he’d worked as a mercenary at one point or another. He was content with just making deliveries for the moment.

     As Shizuo heard the explanations and suggestions, the inner thought that he’d do well to keep to himself was getting louder and louder. Maybe the feeling that this city had some hope to it was false, but at least if he was at his wit’s end, he could do as his blonde company said and start a bodyguard business. It wasn’t a half-bad idea, actually. He could make business cards.

     But then, the thought that he’d be working with some pompous, self-absorbed person was detestable. No amount of money was worth that sort of thing, and if it was, Shizuo would have taken the acting job that he had been scouted for those years ago; but they weren’t. Unlike those times, Shizuo was now much more likely to simply deny his services instead of beating the asshole within an inch of his life, but that all depended on their attitude. While he had a better grip on his anger nowadays, the keyword was better, not best. He could still lose his peace of mind on the turn of a dime if he were prompted.

     The best he could do is tell himself he’d think about it. After all, Hive City was quite large, and if something he’d be welcome to do was open for hire, it was a lot less work than what the stranger suggested.

     “How long did it take you to start doing this? You seem like you’ve been here a while.”

     It was only a guess, what with being a delivery boy came with being knowledgeable about the city and its inhabitants. Or, that was what Shizuo thought.

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gluttonx:

Like every ghoul, coffee is a drink that the binge eater could never let go for two reasons: it is one of the only things she can enjoy in peace, and it curbs her hunger even if slightly. Besides, for the majority of times, cafes had always offered this calm and inviting place where you can spend your time reading peacefully, it would be a disaster to feel hungry at your reading please, wouldn’t it?

Without further ado, fingers flipped page after page, devouring the words tattooed with black ink over the paper’s white surface. The coffee’s aroma being the only thing she’s managed to focus on besides the book, up until someone had approached her. How careless. For someone to go unnoticed by her skillful nose. She blinked up, purple hues falling on a young blonde man. A very handsome one, Rize noticed.

             “By all means…” The book in her hands was kept open as she gestured towards the chair. “Coffee tastes better when you’re accompanied.”

     Shizuo didn’t like coffee at all, in all honesty, but he was never one to argue with those who did. Of all things he was, he wasn’t argumentative, especially not with such an agreeable person like the one he was sitting across now. She gave him good vibes and a positive atmosphere, which he had been significantly lacking lately. Whether or not she was like him, forcibly and unknowingly taken from a home, he felt comfortable enough to confide in her with his tea close by his side.

     “It’s nicer inside,” he first said, looking around. In spite of the crowded cafe, he didn’t feel as suffocated as he did when he stepped out and had to deal with the filth crawling around the city.

     “I think I’ve been outside too long. There are too many people in desperate need of being taught a lesson. Too many thieves and gangsters. I just can’t stand it,” he drank his sweet tea instead of getting worked up; hopefully it would do in calming him down.

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liedvoels:

     It was only natural, but the man did seem very concerned with his situation. Anyone would be, and of course this place was strange, but she found it surprising that their captors would take measures to limit a man’s strength. Was he really so physically dangerous that his natural strength was worth this restriction? To her understanding, one’s abilities were limited to keep the citizens on relatively equal ground until they proved themselves worthy of those restrictions being lifted.

     “How strange. You must be remarkably strong, then.” She shifted where she was standing, leaning closer to one side and relying on her spear to steady her. It felt heavy and awkward now, as if being without her usual weaponry was weighing her down. She had felt the confusion she sensed he was feeling when she first arrived, and even though she hadn’t been here long, it had already begun to subside as she explored. Hopefully in time this person would come to terms with his situation.

     “I know it feels strange and helpless, but I hope you feel better soon. Before I came here, people told me that my singing had a reinvigorating effect on my allies… it seems to work only sometimes, but everything else has been taken away. My name is Azura, by the way – I’ll try my best to help you with what little I know.”

     The woman’s kindness towards him shouldn’t have come at a surprise, but it did, as he was already too used to the troublemaking parts of Hive City — intimately. He was currently awaiting the bruises that would soon appear on his person from the fights that had already transpired in such a short time frame. It was true, he was unbelievably strong; monstrously so. But with things that didn’t anger him, he was also silently gentle, and silently careful.

     “...Thank you. Shizuo Heiwajima,” he introduced himself, “Nice to meet you.”

     He thought to ask her about her singing, but another more pressing issue came up beforehand. “How long have you been here?” 

     Shizuo didn’t have an expectation for how long he’d be sticking around, but he doubted that an exit would be easy to find. And as hopeful that he was for this entire experience being a fever dream, it seemed less likely as things went on.

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shisunohono:

     "Yeah just like that! Only a liiitle bit wider.“

Tatara pointed out with a soft laugh when the soupcon of a smile appeared on the man’s lips. Even if the outcome of his chase wasn’t as he’d hoped, his morale had been uplifted by the chance encounter. This wasn’t Izumo, but the memories that were propelled to the surface of his thoughts from the mistake were pleasant ones, and if there ever was a silver lining hiding anywhere, you could count on Tatara being the one to find it.

     "Oh, am I your first then?”

Finger pointing towards himself, he jokingly feigned being surprised at his lack of doppelgangers running rampant around the city. He’d heard somewhere that apparently everyone had a long lost twin, it sure would have been interesting to meet them! For now, he was content settling for making acquaintances with Izumo’s double, who he shall temporarily call; twinzumo, until a name was otherwise revealed.

     "Mmm not really, I wasn’t expecting to find any of my friends here at all. I just saw your face and got hopeful, so I chased after you!”

It was as simple explanation as that.

     “I’m Tatara Totsuka.”

     If a kid (was he even a kid? Shizuo had been incorrect in considering the ages of others before; it was really turning into a bad habit) like this could exist in Hive City, Shizuo had a bit of hope that not everyone he encountered was a heathen. The thug forgotten, Shizuo scratched the back of his head and introduced himself.

     “Shizuo Heiwajima. Sorry I didn’t turn out to be your friend. I’m... new here.”

     No job, barely conscious of his place in relation to his apartment, and already feeling homesick. It was a bit of surprise to him that he could even feel like he missed Ikebukuro, but that was where the man belonged, after all. That and he could remember his friends with frightening detail. Wasn’t it strange how the absence of something important only made it more so?

     If anything, he felt a little bad for getting Tatara’s hopes up, even though the youth didn’t outwardly seem to be bothered by Shizuo’s real identity. It felt relieving to be around someone who didn’t seem like a problem or annoy him.

     “How long have you been here? I’m guessing it’s not easy to leave.”