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@ooehaze
Here to wipe the dust off of this blog as I ponder over rebooting it in a limited fashion. Dunno if it’ll stay dash only, but it’ll certainly be that way for a bit as I make some edits to various pages and do some work on a new theme.
sanpatron·:
Out comes a bit of a low chuckle. “ Oh believe me, I got plenty of good manners. I just happen t’ not be that good of a person is all. ” Seems as if he forgot to mention that said ‘good manners’ tend to come and go as they please. It was all so very situational for the man. And given this current predicament, he saw no real reason to let them out.
At least for now.
“ Defile your body? Jesus, girl, you must be into some seriously wild shit. ” Part of him hopes her mention of poison is nothing more than another way to refer to alcohol. Had to be, right? Yeah that’s it. She’s just an alcoholic like he is. I mean why in the hell would anyone ever deliberately ingest poison in the first place!
He stares long and hard at that can for what seemed like minutes. She really was gonna go through with it, huh? Well can’t say he didn’t warn her. At the very least he should properly toast with the woman, let a bit of those good manners slide on out.
“ Yo! Could I get another drink here? Maybe an Amaretto Sour? No? ”
Yeah, buddy. They aren’t going to replace that can of yours.
“ …..Oh god dammit. ” is all the Boss can reply with before he whips out his bowie knife, grabs the can, punctures the bottom of it, and prepares himself to shotgun this travesty of a product that only the most twisted of minds could ever create.
Bottoms up!
Even if she had expected that her words might spur him into action, the sheer audacity of his response was enough to catch her off-guard. It was courageous and stupid in equal parts. It was the exact sort of balance which most piqued her interest. And what was more, it marked him as the type of man whom she could quite adeptly tease.
“Well now...” Shuten cooed. “That’s a much better response...”
She had scarcely brought the can to her lips, before he had all but finished his. Though she had not needed more than a scant few mouthfuls to realize just how vile the so-called ‘energy drink’ was. And with that knowledge, it seemed doubtless that he would come to regret his brash behavior; give or take a few moments, for it’s weight to strike his stomach.
“I wonder though... Do you know what the purpose of a toast is?” Shuten smiled mischievously, spacing out each word in order to make room for quick sips in-between; as well as to suppress the grimace which ever threatened to break across her lips
“It goes without saying that specifics vary between different cultures... But there’s still some commonalities when it comes to the greater significance. To share a drink is to demonstrate respect for the ones with whom you partake, as well as to honor their being. So then... How good of a job does a man do at either, when he slobbers all over himself and shows nothing but an all-consuming urge to rush through things as quickly as possible? If anything it’s a bit hurtful, no? Perhaps we should give this another shot...”
“ here you are , smiling in the face of the devil ”
“You say that, but… Mm… Did you honestly expect that I would ever do otherwise?” Shuten snickered, her gaze meeting the Lancer’s with naught but haughty amusement reflected in her gaze. Her arrogance less reflective of some sense of superiority, but more a matter of irreconcilable differences in perspective. “Aah… Alas, I’m not really one to cower, let alone to cry. Ah, and I don’t beg either, except for in the presence of those who really make my head spin.”
People did so love to declare their monstrosity in the most banal ways. And yet they often acted as though by doing so, they were making some grandiose statement, the likes of which should move her. As though she, an oni, should be in awe of her own kin. If anything, it was because she was a ‘beast’ herself — born as one from the very beginning — that she couldn’t help but giggle at the very notion of such dour declarations.
To be wild, vulgar, and insatiable was her state of being without fail. It was her way of life. And she would sooner turn a blind eye to any ‘devil’ who felt short of her own self-expectations. Let alone one who saw any wrongness in that kind of existence.
“You’ve got a nice face — especially in regards to your cheek bones — but it’s not quiiiite good enough for me to want to spare some more demure words.”
@ooehaze
✦☾ THESE LEGS HAVE SLAIN ALL MANNERS OF BEINGS BEFORE. As long as they were digitized, they’d usually meet their end in spectacular bursts of pixelated agony. That’s exactly the problem though: they were always digital. Don’t misunderstand. Meltryllis is the prima ballerina of the battlefield no matter her circumstances. Being a weapon of destruction, she has no doubt in her core that she can cut through anything and everything – real or not. In fact, one could even say she derives pleasure from it, and proudly at that.
…Still, the massacre of human beings in the flesh is not something she’s experienced. She does not fear it, for she does not understand such feelings and has played Sentinel to the most Devilish Bodhisattva before, but she has not encountered it. Oni – they’re supposed to be man-eating legends of lore. She’s heard of them in stories, and though that false nun is a man-eater in a metaphorical sense, this is a real one.
The horns, the fangs, everything about this being feels complete. Only, she didn’t expect her to be so… small, and feminine.
“They say that alcohol has adverse effects on the human body. It makes them slow, delirious, and unintelligible. Used strategically, I hear it can even serve as a truth serum.” Oddly, Meltryllis does not feel an immediate repulsion. Is it because she’s not human that she doesn’t despise her? “Does it affect your kind the same way? Because I don’t think it would affect me that way.”
Even though it strikes a chord that’s quite near and dear to her heart, there’s something dreadfully clinical about the way that Meltryllis chooses her words. It’s a detail that can’t be seen as unexpected, given the nature of her artificial ‘birth’; but still, it’s a sobering thing to have her so plainly strip the fun from inebriation. As though her final assertion wasn’t tragic enough by itself...
“I wonder... How exactly should I answer that?” Shuten smirked, as she made a show of beleaguering over how best to phrase her words. “I can think of a good many oni who’d be very upset if I were to do less than extol our people, especially when it’s in comparison to humans. Suffice to say, we’re not quiiiite as fragile as them.”
A truth that — while quite evident to those who knew the oni well — might well have seemed a bit more doubtful to the lavender haired ballerina. As while there was no doubting the Assassin’s strength, once seen in battle, there was also no denying that her physical form did little to vouch for the might that it so casually concealed.
“Normally, I might sulk at the thought of being too casually compared. But I can understand why a being like yourself might be more keep on grouping us together. In which case, if you still have doubts, you’re more than welcome to ‘scrutinize’ my body carefully — as long as it’s my musculature which really captures your gaze.”
“Ah... But even if our innards are meatier, they’re still similar to a man’s in shape and purpose. So while an oni might need thrice as much liquor to drive them into stupor, they’ll still reach the same, delirious state with a bit of effort and determination. And while you seem to think of it as more of a detriment than a delight, I’d hope for much the same for you... So then maybe — instead of simply pondering it over — you’d do well to share in revelry and test your limits for yourself...”
sanpatron:
It’s most certainly a question best left unasked as the Boss himself could not afford to give away his identity. Oh sure, he could simply lie and explain that this was merely a horrific energy drink from his own universe, but that in itself could lead down a rabbit hole the man never come out of.
Granted this is a mere assumption as he really has no clue just how the woman (who he assumed to be an oni like the type found in the Cotes Ward) would react to this, or even what she may ask. Just another part of this ever-persistent paranoia that makes the man cautious over practically anyone he comes in contact with.
Oh how he wished so badly to not bother with keeping his identity a secret.
“ Wouldn’t have much of an answer even if you asked. ” He gives her a shrug. “ Looks kinda disgusting though. Maybe you should reconsider. ”
“Oh? Is that so?” Shuten mused, her gaze lowering itself to carefully consider the can which sat within her grasp. “It’s fine to be ignorant, but... Mm... No... I wouldn’t quite call that the answer I was hoping for... After all, I’m juuust a bit more fond of men who jump at the chance to prove their good manners... So maybe something more like ‘ah, if you’re so hesitant, perhaps it’s best to let me go first’?”
She snickered quietly at her own teasing critique, uncaring of how he might have received her words, and certainly without expectation that he might revise himself in light of her feigned desires.
“In any case, I’m not one to let my more ‘rational’ thoughts take over, when it comes to endeavors of pleasure. Not even when it comes to the thought of defiling my body from the inside out. After all... Even the most vile poisons can be so beautifully sublime in how they make your head go hazy...”
It was a declaration which she soon punctuated with the telltale sound of a pop-top being punctured.
“Perhaps you’ll indulge me in a toast, mm? Even if I’m to drink alone?”
sentences from the youtube series , buzzfeed unsolved . primarily taken from season 5′s supernatural investigations .
“ it doesn’t matter because you’re dead ”
“ it’s not impressive , no one’s impressed ”
“ the spot of your death is now a lovely gift shop ”
“ as god as my witness , he snapped him in half ”
“ i seriously want you to throw something right at my face ”
“ you can live in the cave ”
“ i’m a big fan of your name ”
“ the fact that you steal , that’s really funny to me ”
“ that’s the greatest thing to steal : a man’s joy ”
“ because i’m a masochist ”
“ i’m going to regret this ”
“ i’ve lost the ability to feel ”
“ they’re gonna fucking murder you ”
“ the way you shushed me was quite rude ”
“ cowards , all of you ”
“ i’m strange and off putting ”
“ i should not feel confident in the face of any man ”
“ here you are , smiling in the face of the devil ”
“ i hate bats ”
“ bats sometimes carry rabies and that’s a thing i’m afraid of ”
“ not today devil birds , not today ”
“ i think i’m blacking out right now ”
“ i don’t think i’m going to remember this moment ”
“ i think i’m gonna cry ”
“ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ”
“ if you know me and my debilitating fear of bears , this is my worst nightmare ”
“ i’m standing on an altar alone ”
“ maybe you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and eat your cat ”
“ i’m so glad that’s over let’s go eat taco bell ”
“ were you making horse noises ? ”
“ in case any of you needed a reminder this place is a twisting nightmare ”
“ there’s a good chance i’m gonna fart in here ”
“ well this is horrifying ”
“ let’s do each other a favor and not show ourselves to each other ”
“ if you could do me a big solid and not do anything that would be sublime ”
“ this is just as horrifying as i thought it would be ”
“ you talk to hide from the silence ”
“ do i look like the kind of man who could give advice ? ”
“ several bad choices have lead me to this moment ”
“ let’s play look at the ceiling tiles ! 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 … ”
“ i just wanna know if you think they have belly buttons ”
“ i did meet some of the most insufferable people but they also met me ”
“ if it sounds like a duck and walks like a duck ”
bcdhisattva:
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𝒜𝒶𝒽, 𝒾𝒻 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝒽𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓋𝒶, then this must be the nirvana of suffering. One of mankind’s greatest fears is to find death in the maws of another. To miss the dawning of death upon these people is something that saddens her, but the things her imagination can conjure… mm.
Such ecstasy. “Sin is not a concept that is taught in Buddhism. There are… guidelines. Precepts that denote what we are permitted to do and what we are not. It does not encourage the consumption of spirits, nor does it constrict it. The limitations are as flexible as our intentions and how far we allow ourselves to be swayed. In some cases, a splash can serve as a relaxant to the mind, allowing the body and mind to behave more freely.”
We vow to try not to overindulge in food or drink. That is the oath taken by practitioners of the Tachikawa-ryu. “In other words, as long as I do not illicit alcohol for merit or allow my mind to be clouded, it is permissible, though perhaps questionable.”
They both know, however, that ‘questionable’ is something they’ve far exceeded. “In my case, it has been proven to aid many of my followers in our unions.” Tender features wane into an expression of consent as she kneels.
“How does it feel on your tongue? …Is it a silky taste? Rich, and velvety?” What she refers to is up for interpretation, though she will politely extend her hands for a humble offering of the oni’s liquor.
“I’d say you’ve got the gist of it. It’s quite strong on the tongue, and with a taste that lingers well after it has slid into your gullet... It makes the body warm and the head hazy, if your stomach lets you keep it down...” Shuten cackled; her sharpened fangs quite clearly prominent as she flashed the nun a toothy smile. “I’ve heard others disagree, but... Aah... The world is so terribly full of philistines... They just don’t seem to understand that some things are more of an acquired taste...”
If Kiara chose to play with ambiguities, her answer was every bit as vague. Much less vague however, was her body language. As between the placing of her half-filled saucer into the woman’s hands, and her gentle patting of the bloodstained soil beside her, she made every indication of welcoming Kiara’s presence. And why not? Food and drink were always more pleasant with open minded company.
“I wonder... When was I last able to indulge so freely?” She mused quietly, motioning all the while for the raven haired woman to pass back their shared beverage whenever she had had her fill for the moment. “I suppose it’s been quite a while since I’ve last ‘cut loose’...”
To be more precise — she had not had the proper chance at all, during her time as a Servant of Chaldea. Though it had a tad bit less to do with her whims, and more to do with their darling Master’s moral fiber. As well as Shuten’s own belief in adhering to the terms of their contract, even in spite of her more dubious wants.
"I've had no shortage of fun since arriving in this city. Mm... Needless to say, I do like it more than the alternative, even if Master and the others make it fun to ‘sit up straight’...”
“That is how I feel — and yet as I sit here I’ve also made a despairingly sober realization... Feast and famine... To know one without the other is quite maddening, despite what some might say...”
After all — how could one feel the pleasure of scratching an itch, without having that proper itch in the first place? Both highs and lows were essential to living. And while she was rarely the sort to complain about her current Servanthood, there was no denying that it made her stomach more of an afterthought than she would have liked.
All of a sudden, tumblr is shrinking my icons to about half their size when they’re in posts on blogs, despite them looking just fine when they’re in the dashboard view. I’ve got no clue why, and I don’t think it’s specific to anything in my theme, because I’ve looked at some of my test blogs and they’re the same there too. I can’t even begin to imagine what’s going on, but it’s sure annoying...
❛ all i’ve ever wanted to be was useful ❜
“Haa? Is that so?” She chuckles, unable to hide her mild amusement at the man’s words; despite the obvious sincerity held by such a quick and off-the-cuff remark.
It’s not quite that she can’t understand, or sympathize. It’s just that for as often as people throw around that sort of sentiment, it feels like a mere half-truth; related to a much more meaningful desire. People just love to hide their earnest yearnings behind a veneer of selflessness. Hoping all the while that others read between the lines.
“Don’t you think it’s okay to be more honest, than that? That kind of lip service… Mm… I suppose that it is a little charming, but I really don’t need that sort of thing… No… I won’t think less of you or more of you because of it. So then, please tell me the truth… Do you want to be useful? Or do you want to be accepted?”
Two concepts that were often seen as going hand-in-hand. Perhaps to the point that they were muddled in the minds of many. But nevertheless, they were not equivalent; no matter how deeply many wished them to be.
“Do you think that both things are one and the same? Aah… Not at all… Not at all… It’s so easy to want one and not the other. It’s so easy to be one and not the other. So then… Maybe you should think it over some more? Lest your careless lips utter a most tragic untruth…”
starters / prompts taken from hieu minh nguyen’s work , not here . feel free to change pronouns / tenses as necessary .
❛ it seems important to mention all the things that went wrong ❜
❛ don’t ask if i’m a ghost ❜
❛ i fled and did not return ❜
❛ i cannot love you , if i love you , i will die ❜
❛ for years i chose death ❜
❛ i belong to my mother’s fear ❜
❛ what do you do with tenderness when all you expect is fury ? ❜
❛ he looks like he will keep you safe ❜
❛ any love i find will be treason ❜
❛ why did you bring me here ? ❜
❛ i count the hornets that escape their mouths ❜
❛ i only ask for your laughter ❜
❛ look at me in the old way in this new light ❜
❛ sometimes i wake up and my body does not follow ❜
❛ it wasn’t the same without you ❜
❛ i’m still trying to figure out what it means to stay ❜
❛ it’s all very predictable ❜
❛ how can i love something that isn’t ruined ? ❜
❛ like all agony , there are pleasant moments ❜
❛ i want to be better at lying ❜
❛ i’m afraid if i say it out loud i will cast a curse ❜
❛ some men don’t know they’re hungry until they eat ❜
❛ some spells take years to cast ❜
❛ there are rules you have to follow if you want to survive ❜
❛ i know you’re not supposed to smile back ❜
❛ madness , too , can be cumulative ❜
❛ trying to forget is not the same as leaving ❜
❛ i really should get a sense of humor ❜
❛ i understand no one ❜
❛ i cannot stop him from disappearing ❜
❛ her body was a dress i hung for motivation ❜
❛ you were once and perhaps continue to be the myth you tell to scare yourself ❜
❛ there are countless ways to justify company ❜
❛ you are predictable in your longing ❜
❛ i don’t want to explain a thing ❜
❛ i knew if i just asked him to leave he would have ❜
❛ there are countless ways to open a carcass ❜
❛ all i’ve ever wanted to be was useful ❜
❛ there’s still time to be saved ❜
❛ shut up ; i know the story , or at least the lesson ❜
❛ you wont find it ; you won’t find whatever you’re looking for ❜
❛ i could get away with being clumsy with knives ❜
❛ i want to study the mechanics of leaving ❜
❛ any adjective can be true if you cry hard enough ❜
❛ i see little futures in the distance but none belong ❜
❛ i am beginning to forget what i expect from the world i always knew ❜
❛ you can’t think of regret as a town you move too when grief snores too loud ❜
❛ in death we belong to everyone ❜
❛ i want to return to my old body ❜
❛ i think the life i want is the life i have , but how can i be sure ? ❜
@bcdhisattva
Just as she had suspected; the park indeed made quite a pleasant spot from which to gaze at the moon. But more than that, it was a pleasant hunting ground. For the trees — and the looming shadows which they cast — made for fine cover in concealing her approach.
It mattered little that the city had stripped her of her proficiencies as a Servant. She was not so ungainly as to stumble when striking down such ordinary prey. Why, they scarcely had the time to scream — as her claws sank into their flesh — before her next strike pierced their throat. Humans were just such fragile, little beings. Ah... And so messy too...
What a pity it was, to stain the grass and fallen blossoms with such a deep red crimson; though the bits of bone and viscera — at least — would be gone with by the end of her meal. It was, after all, quite unbecoming to leave the table with a feast half finished.
“Aah... So you’ve also wound up here, mm?” Shuten smiled gently, her hands and face still dyed a glimmering scarlet.
Her voice was unnaturally calm and pleasant for one caught amidst such turbulent circumstances. But then she had — of course — recognized the nun quite readily. And therein, she knew that there was little reason to be less than cordial. That woman was no friend of hers, but neither was she a foe in that moment.
Unlike so many others, that woman understood just how cruel it could be to let one’s passions sit and stir.
“Should I invite you indulge with me — at least as far as the liquor is concerned? Or would that be too ‘improper’ for a bhikkhuni like yourself? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say where you stand on that matter...”
Some ooc stuff real quick like: a.) A good 90% of the time I’m a liar when I promise ‘short’ starters. I’m no good at brevity. And especially not when I first pick up a muse, because writing longer things helps me with feeling them out. My apologies for this. b.) I totally forgot to add this bit to my rule page when I copied it over from another blog. Gonna do it now, but uhh... special disclaimer for themes of cannibalism on this blog, because as an oni Shuten eats humans. I’m absolutely going to tag anything I write that gets too into it, and I don’t think it’ll come up too, too often but yeah. Something to keep in mind.
@sanpatron
“Aah, but if this city isn’t filled with curiosities...” She muttered quietly, her voice straining beneath the weight of the enthusiasm that she now forced herself to bristle with.
Her index and middle fingers rhythmically tapped against the side of the metal can in her hand, while her thumb gently flicked it’s tab up any down. Anything, to further delay the inevitable moment of truth. For while she could not quite put it into words, she had felt some sort of primal instinct surge within her, from the very moment that the oddly garbed ‘mascot’ had handed her the beverage. It was an instinct that blared a warning for impending doom.
“Never did I think to see the day when I would balk at being offered a drink, and yet here and now I find myself doing just that...”
She turned to glance at the man beside her, though oddly enough he seemed far more fixated on their eccentric ‘server’ than the refreshments they had been so forcefully offered.
“I’d ask if you know what this so-called ‘Saints Flow’ is, but for some reason I think it a question best left unasked.”
@princevirtue
To ‘dine and dash’ was a simple enough feat that required little physicality and fewer wits. Though of course, as in many things, luck was always vital. And surely that man — who had been laid out on the ground — was unlucky, in having crossed paths with someone ‘virtuous’ enough to stop him.
Ah, but of course... She was also there too...
“Wouldn’t it be fine? To simply turn the other cheek, I mean.” Shuten murmured, as she glanced towards the subdued man; neither her gaze nor her tone expressing all that much interest in the matter, despite her sudden interference.
Indeed, she scarcely cared about the outcome. It simply happened that — much like the hermit who stood before her — she had shown up in the right place at the right time. Why, then, should she not offer a counterpoint on a matter that was somewhat dear to her heart; even if the specifics were worlds apart in difference.
“Maybe it’s not my place to understand, but... Fufu... Humans get so fixed on the ‘how’s and ‘why’s of food, don’t they? As if it isn’t fine enough to eat when you’re hungry, and let that be that...”
@anglerfishnabe
“I can’t help but wonder...” She mused, as she raised her drink to her lips. “Do you normally make a habit of staring at women like this, or is it just me who’s caught your eye? Mm?”
Her gaze scarcely left the wide brimmed saucer from which she sipped, as she slowly drained it’s reservoir of liquor. An action that was half a means to give her ‘companion’ the room to register her query, as well as half a matter of pursuing her own interests.
“Aah. Not that either answer would upset me, as long as you’re the sort who knows to mind their manners. It’s just that one of those answers is far more flattering than the other.”
I might put up a proper ‘follow / intro’ post in a bit, but for the time being I’m just going to jump right into things. Like this post for a short starter — maybe about the length of a paragraph or so. I’ll cap it at four, for the time being, but muses associated with feudal Japan can ignore that for now.
And to anyone who’s more interested in doing something plotted out: my IMs are always open for discussion.
SHUTEN DOUJI || FATE / GRAND ORDER
Infamous oni of legend, known for pillaging Kyoto and devouring maidens.
Posthumously regarded as one of the Three Great Yokai of Japan for her ‘misdeeds’.
About as fearsome in battle as the title implies; being no slouch in either swordsmanship or magics.
Hella dead, due to the heroics of Minamoto no Raikou and her four retainers, but currently serving humanity as an existence somewhat akin to a guardian spirit.
Hedonist who has devoted herself to the pursuit of all earthly pleasures; drinking chiefly among them, as might be considered standard for an oni.
Actually pretty easy to get along with, if you’re willing to vibe with her.
Not all that vicious without cause, and not really ‘evil’ per se, but just incredibly immoral by human standards.
By oni standards? Probably pretty honorable.
Surprisingly wise and thoughtful, despite her normally lackadaisical demeanor.
Can oni and humans ever hope to reach a state of coexistence, in spite of the fact that their very natures pit them against each other? It’s a mystery.
Unless your name is Sakata no Kintoki — Minamoto Clan do not interact.
