ᵣₒt҉t҉ΣП & Wᵃʳp̶͇̙̪ḙ͖̘̫͇͠є๔

ꙅꙅɘ|ʜƚɿow, ᵤgₗy, 𝓜𝓞𝓝𝓢𝓣𝓡𝓞𝓤𝓢

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✄ for hateful kiss – gonna make you feel the scorn okay?! { B))) }

Send my muse kisses you want to give them! | @rottenkijima

Surprised is too weak of a word to describe Eto’s reaction to the stumpy, monstrous little creature of a man kissing her with such force. Why, only a moment ago, his quinque had been at her throat, prepared for a lovely decapitation (or what he thought almost was).

The venom is heavy in his kiss, hot breath flaring from his nostrils on the woman’s face. She feels no sexual attraction towards the man, but the idea that he pulled up this crazy scheme lit her up in a frenzied joy.

He is just as insane as her.

Nails dig into the scarred and pitted flesh of his skull.She hopes she’s surprised him in returning the affections,her own lips heated and pressing back.

Passion borne of hatred in the embrace; Eto tilts her head back with a wild laugh, keeping her palms clasped against his cheek. “Oh, you bold and brazen little man! A beast who thinks he’s kissed a beauty; why, you’re right out of a fairytale. Do you think putting your lips on mine would save you from being a frog? Well I’ll let you in on a little secret…” Mad eyes, and it’s certain now that Kijima should not have kissed the ghoul.

“I am the beast.” Lips curve in a twisted smirk, and she descends back upon his face. White teeth glinting in the light are the last think Kojima sees ‘fore they break the coarse skin. Flesh splits open, blood pooling at the source on his head. Wet tongue slides against the peach-soft treat beneath the skin, lapping crimson up and delighting in the warm mess dripping down her chin.

Nails quick to clutch the throat as she presses the stumbling investigator into the ground.

She will eat every rotten bit of him.

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@mihhilfirratan I owe you still and I’m gonna get to it tomorrow so I an do the thread justice! 

I have responded to EVERY OTHER THREAD I have here though! meaning that tomorrow Im probably gonna be on @gentlemangiant and/or @gelideyes

[rottenkijima-blog]

@dollfacedbunny from here

✘ —  “Ho-ho! Your father probably doesn't want you slicing yourself, but a responsible girl has no need to worry about that!” His eyes glimmered, amusement playing through them like a lilting, unending dance below the surface. Cute little thing, this girl was, but she was too calm for the situation. Perhaps she was a bit more dangerous than she let on, hmm? But oh, where would attacking a child unprovoked get him? Nowhere.

And it would be a shame to damage her pretty skin.

“If your father is a good man, a wise man, then he should have warned you about all the awful people in the world, no? People who won't hold back just because there is a child in front of them.” Kijima takes the knife and wipes the blade off on his arm, not caring about adding another smear to the already-ruined jacket. “I'm not bleeding- not too much anyways. This is mostly the other guy's”

[hairuhime-blog]

“ Mmm, no. ” Quietly murmured, but like a petulant child all the same, the pink-haired girl buries her face deeper in her arms. If it wasn’t Ui or Arima, then there was no way Hairu would be waking up for somebody.

She stays completely still, catching those apparently eternally-wanted Zzz’s against the cool table. Kijima’s hat falls, covering her face as intended… seconds later, she sits up, and flings it at him. It’s almost impressive how quickly her reflexes worked, even waking from sleep. Then, she did learn from the best.

“ Stinky! ” she chirps. “ Your hat smells bad. ”

[rottenkijima-blog]

There it was, up and at them Princess Hairu! Even if what did it came with an insult. And here he had just been trying to help! Not that he could be really angry in any manner. It was far more amusing than it was offensive – and in all likeliness, it probably smelled like blood and organs. It never did quite wash out completely – so was the price of his exuberance in a fight.

Kijima caught the hat before it could hit him { ₜₕₒᵤgₕ wₕₐₜ bₒdᵢₗy ₕₐᵣₘ ₕᵢₛ ₒwₙ ₕₐₜ cₒᵤₗd dₒ ₕᵢₘ wₐₛ ₐₙ ᵢₙₜₑᵣₑₛₜᵢₙg ₜₕᵢₙg ₜₒ ₚₒₙdₑᵣ } and swept it back onto his head with the practiced ease of a man who had done so many times before. “Oh, Princess...you wound my heart so deeply! I fear I'll never be able to recover from this damage!” To hit home the point, Kijima placed his hands over his chest, clutching one another dramatically. “Oh! I'm dying!”

[rottenkijima-blog]

@xvdouhi from here

✘ —

Kijima felt like laughing and laughing now – but he settled for a little chuckle instead { ₛₜᵢₗₗ ₒₕ₋ₛₒ₋ᵥₑᵣy   ₑₐₛᵢₗy ᵣₑₗₐₜₑd bₐcₖ ₜₒ ₕᵢₘ; ₘₒₛₜ ₙₑᵥₑᵣ fₒᵣgₒₜ ₕᵢₛ ₛᵢgₙₐₜᵤᵣₑ ₗₐᵤgₕₜₑᵣ }. “Gye-heh-he! You know it does.  If I smell blood then it's a guarantee I will be there as fast as a fly to a fresh corpse!”

Moving just a bit closer to peek at this somewhat familiar face, Kijima responded to the next point. “And flattery? It might have been halfway there. But I'm prone to think that blood splatters are a bit more lovely than yourself.”

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A look of peace to utter horror on the child’s face. Ironic that she as a ghoul would find it so offensive to cut someone else’s flowers when she took lives all the time. But she did.

“ That… that belongs in their garden! ” She exclaims helplessly, looking at Kijima with furrowed brow. He’s a strange man, and she doesn’t understand why he’d do something like that. The garden obviously wasn’t his… ( Of course, there’s a layer of irony in that, with her being a ghoul. )

A pale hand reaches up, and blocks the man’s hand. “ I don’t want it in my hair. That’s, that’s thievery! You’re a stealer! ”

[rottenkijima-blog]

✘ — At being called a stealer, he immediately broke out into a fit of small, deeply amused chuckles, pulling his hand with the flower away from her as she had pushed him away. “Gyo hoho! Hehehe… That's just so very adorable! Look at the conscious in you!” He felt just about pleased enough he could do a dance, even if it was a little bit disheartening she didn't accept his 'borrowed' gift.

“Very cute, really! But one flower won't hurt an entire garden. Now, if I were to trample it...then I might feel a bit bad!” He looks at the flower, turning it over in his hand and sets it to balance on top of his hat, quite precarious, where a stronger breeze might blow it away. “Don't think about it too much, really.  If you worry so much about other people and what they think, you just won't enjoy life.”

[daturida]

                            OH NO, was he speaking to him? His eyes shifted to the rhythmic shaking, back and forth with each tilt. “I didn’t know you liked music so much, Sir,” he commented dutifully, watching the  ‘ man ’  hop from foot to peg. Why did he enjoy watching him so much? Was it seeing his disfigured face distort when he smiled? When he laughed? Nimura blinked, as if to stop himself from staring, then looked down at the pearly whites in the jar, “How sentimental of you!”

                            Nimura shook the ‘maraca’ tentatively then looked back up to his superior with a polite smile, “Oh, you’re far too kind, Boss. I would love to!” Too much? Reign it in. “Have I been decent company for you? I never would have thought you would have enjoyed having an assistant. Anyway,” he made a show of handing the jar back to him,  ‘ accidentally ’  letting it slip from his grasp — SMASH ! — and the floor was littered in molars and shards of glass. He covered his mouth in mock horror, “Oh no! Boss, your keepsake!” He knelt down at the other’s feet to promptly sweep it up with his hands, concealing a smirk with feigned guilt, “I’m so sorry, Kijima-sama!”

[rottenkijima-blog]

✘ —

There was no way Nimura was that clumsy. If dropping the jar had been an accident, then Kijima's name was Suzette.

Still, he wasn't really angry at all. He had no doubt that he would have just gotten bored of his new toy eventually { ᵢₜ ₒₙₗy ₘₐdₑ ₜₕₑ ᵣₐₜₜₗᵢₙg ₛₒᵣₜ ₒf ₘᵤₛᵢc, ₐₙd ₙₒₜ ₜₕₑ ₖᵢₙd ₒf bₑₐᵤₜᵢfᵤₗ ₛcᵣₑₐₘₛ ₒᵣ ₗᵢₗₜᵢₙg ₜₒₙₑₛ ₕₑ ₑₙⱼₒyₑd }. Not to mention, it was so absolutely replaceable…

And he was getting a new idea, seeing all those scattered chompers lying around.

“You know how those flower crowns are getting awful popular?” He asks, ignoring, for the moment, the statement the other had made about enjoying an assistant. “What about a tooth-crown? That would be an interesting fashion choice. In fact, I'm certain it would look quite nice with on you – with your dark hair and all.” Kijima nodded to himself, rubbing his hands together for a moment as he thought over the image he was making. Oh yes. So very fashionable.

“As for your company – oh yes, I enjoy having you around quite a deal!” As if only now realizing he could help in some way, Kijima knelt down himself, carelessly sweeping up teeth and glass alike without a care if his gloves were gut or if he would bleed from gripping too hard when he cupped his hands. “I only like interesting, fun people anyways.”

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“ You’re a charming one, aren’t you? Complimenting my looks and my words in one sentence, how you are a ladykiller! ” Takatsuki giggles, folds her arms, and presses them against the table. She leans in closer, unperturbed by Kijima’s unnerving appearance.

“ Hee, are you a write, my fan? You self-deprecate like one. ” nails tap a playful rhythm against the wood. She didn’t trust him for an inch. Well, she didn’t trust any humans, but her intuition spiked up her guard for this one.

[rottenkijima-blog]

✘ —  He couldn't help but laugh – she was charming, and quite witty, wasn't she? He liked the way she cut with such ease, like it was natural. She seemed to be a fun person – now, if she were less famous, perhaps he would have found a new friend in this girl.

“No, my artistic pursuits lie elsewhere.” Kijima replied, tapping his peg-leg on the ground a few times rhythmically. “Dance, and other such arts. I've never touched a pen to write a good word or publish a book. I leave that endeavor to my betters.” With this he shot her a wink, sweeping his hat off for good measure.

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He supposed he should reply with something back, then again, there was the possibility this guy would keep talking. (he was also his superior so it was best to be friendly even if shirazu was a bit unnerved by his appearance). A small friendly chuckle left his lips before he replied to the other. 

“-Ah but at least it makes me look cool, that’s what I was goin’ for when I first got them done, I was a stupid kid, the punk rock phase never lasts.” Yep, what a conversation starter on his teeth, it was pretty amusing actually now that he thought about it.

[rottenkijima-blog]

✘ —

Now that he thought about it, Kijima had never gone through much of a phase of anything worth noting when he was school aged. Perhaps it had to do something with the children that constantly shouted 'toad!' at him as he passed, or did their best to make his life miserable. He had a fine enough time on his own, collecting insects in jars and raising caterpillars to beautiful butterflies.

“And now you're stuck with shark teeth like that. To be fair, you probably achieved what you were going for.” It was probably a bit of an offhanded compliment – but he had meant it { ₐfₜₑᵣ ₐₗₗ, ₖᵢⱼᵢₘₐ wₐₛ ₙₒₜ ᵢₙcₐₚₐbₗₑ ₒf bₑᵢₙg ₖᵢₙd – ₛₒₘₑwₕₐₜ }. “Perhaps a bit silly after the fact – but I like it, Maybe I should have the same done to me...”

Would that be scarier?

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                                      She was being stalked by a toad

        balancing on a toothpick. He was crooning at her, telling her her very own life story with glee, as if he was somehow doing her a service. She cast her gaze down upon him, lips pursing into a thin line. She had been doing her best to blend in with the local populace, schooling her gait into one of classical femininity and grace. She was a flower and she had drawn a particularly heinous bug into her petals.

❝Goodness, how creative! Am I in the presence of an illustrious artist?❞ What a disgusting wretch! She had half a mind to kick his spindly leg out from under him and watch as he rocked on his back like a turtle. He looked too chewy to eat, interesting to look at in all of the wrong ways. ❝What became of the queen? Did she find her Knight and live happily ever after?❞

[rottenkijima-blog]

He could practically feel bit-back, well practiced scorn hiding deep in that pleasant tone. Kijima was used to being around liars and performers – he was one, to an extent, after all. Playing all sorts of friendly and fun like this, when all he really was was a horribly little beast.

At least he didn't hide it as much as most others did. Like this woman was right now; ugh, she was disgusting. The real offense to being a human being { ₒᵣ ₐ gₕₒᵤₗ } was pretending to be better than the one in question really was. And everyone was really rotten below it all.

“Well, that’s not very original of you at all, no, no!” Kijima's voice lifted into a complaint, and he dared to set his hand on her shoulder – hoping that it made her skin crawl like he was some kind of insect. “The icy Queen was wicked inside, so the knights she had worked on grooming to be loyal only to her eventually learned of this cruelty. They rebelled, and one she knew quite well was the one that cut off her head in the end.”

He paused a moment, leaned closer to peer into her eyes.

“It's simple really. There are no happy endings, so no story I will tell will have one.”

[rottenkijima-blog]

❂ "What do you think would be something that would entice your muse's sadistic side? How would you describe Kijima's level of sadism?"

Kijima is crazy, hella sadistic, and his values and everything are all sorts of fucked right up. He really doesn’t care if hes operating on a human or a ghoul, if they deserve to suffer he’ll give it to them;  the only difference is, the CCG has made the hunting of and hurting of ghouls legal. 

What brings it out is just the opportunity to taunt someone. Or if he’s been hrut somehow and he can flap his arms about and spray his blood on the ground and just keep goddamn talking. He always feels like he’s having a good time when he gets injured. That’s not to say he’s never not in the mood to be needlessly cruel or sadistic. Because he totally always is. 

[rottenkijima-blog]

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➐ Are there any people you’ve been to afraid of approaching?

Honestly no! I’ve been roleplaying for a long, long time, so I just don’t really get intimidated by people much anymore. And Im actually a giant shitposting nerd so like? Theres nothin to be afraid of on this side either. 

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The cutting gaze turns itself to Kijima. She’s foreign to Tokyo, obviously of some ambiguously European descent, with eyes as cold as any beast.

“ They fucking should be. ” Men, thinking that because a young woman is out on her own in the dead of night that she’s fair game for that predatory hunt of theirs.

Well, they messed with the wrong ghoul girl. They’re lucky she hadn’t been hunting ( despite the fact that her words could tear apart anyone as easily as her kagune ).

A deep exhale, and lanky arms cross over her chest. “ So what do you want? ”

Her Japanese is clear in getting the point across, but it’s dripping with lazy enmity.

[rottenkijima-blog]

✘ —

What did he want? Nothing, not really -  but amusement – he always wanted amusement. To the great irritation of everyone, so it seemed { Bᵤₜ ₜₕₑ ᵢᵣᵣᵢₜₐₜᵢₒₙ ₒf ₒₜₕₑᵣₛ ₙₑᵥₑᵣ ₛₜₒₚₚₑd ₕᵢₘ fᵣₒₘ dₒᵢₙg ₐₙyₜₕᵢₙg; ₙₒ, ₕₑ qᵤᵢₜₑ ₑₙⱼₒyₑd bᵣᵢₙgᵢₙg ᵢₜ }. He knew how to find it too – just stick what remained of his nose in everybody's business but his own – and invite them in to his. He wasn't a living house of horrors for no reason at all.

“I don't want anything in particular from you. I just thought that you were funny the way you tore those boys apart!” Kijima looks at the offending fellows, a mischievous glint touching the corner of his gaze. “And I live for funny. I might have even joined in. Even if I'm no better than a couple of wild animals looking for something they don't deserve.”

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                     It was an insult that immediately greeted Arima.

        It was unsurprising, Kajima’s tactfulness ended where his scars began. His words were biting, far worse than even a Ghoul’s steely teeth. The Reaper found himself unimpressed, ultimately. They had performed this song and dance for years; he would die of fright if the rotund man sliding around in his chair uttered even a single compliment, surely.

❝You’re in a good mood,❞ Arima commented, silently taking a seat without so much as asking if he was intruding. Kajima would only do the same, there was no point in playing the part of the better person if his actions would be ignored regardless. He gazed cautiously at the man’s peg leg, wondering if it would hurt as much as it did before when it had met his foot on accident. ❝It’s a simple tailing mission. Of course, it will involve interrogation if the target surrenders peacefully.❞

He turned to gaze upon Kajima, his good eye locked firmly on his expression. 

❝You’ll be excited to hear the name of our target.❞

[rottenkijima-blog]

✘ —

“Good mood? Of course I'm in a good mood! I always am!” The last three words took on an almost sing-song tone, the scarred-up man swinging his head from one side to the other – again, eerily reminiscent to a child coyly hiding something they had done to stretch the rules. It was a purposeful mannerism; one that Kijima had practiced with the idea of putting people off from him. It was a fun game – and that was what it all was.

A game.

“Tailing can be fun. I meant to go out on the town sometime ago, anyways. You never know what you'll find when you take a nice walk.” So often he found new people to bother, wonderful things to see. New shops nestled in back alleys. Sometimes the spare ghoul or two. Once he had even found a stray cat that followed him home. His neighbor took it in, but it kept scratching at his door.

“Will I now? You have me on the edge of my seat, Arima! You're making this sound like a wonderful, dangerous SS Rank we're following. Tell me it is?”

[rottenkijima-blog]

Toto: "Their bodies come apart so easily, don't they? ☆"

“It’s disappointing, really. And rather sad. I like to have fun with every new toy that comes my way, but sometimes they just give up and let all the light go out of them. 

And Rotten Fellow - maybe I get just a little bit too eager with him.” 

[rottenkijima-blog]

➎!

➎ Have you made lots of friends on this blog?

UM like hella??? Ivy ‘n Momo have been absolutely stellar to me so far, and I love bad movie nights with them and Elle! Envy has been super greta too, and @dollfacedbunny is a total darling! I’m so down with makin more friends though like....Just come Im me or hound me for skype because I chill out having a grand old time like 100% of the time

[rottenkijima-blog]

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➑ Give us a rough estimate: How much time have you spent on your graphics? (icons, theme, banners, promos, etc)

ON THIS BLOG....probably a lot less than on my others. Kijima’s theme was insanely easy for me to put together since I had a ton of blood splatter effects and whatnot left over from my days roleplaying Bloodborne. Honestly arranging the links took longer than making the theme and banner. The icons took like a good hour or so. Maybe like??? 3-4 hours in total to get the graphics all up? And the promo was done by @avorriu because they spoil me, they are a spoiler. 

➓ What were some of the most frustrating moments you had with your muse’s interaction with another muse?

@daturida Fruit chan broke my new musical instrument :(((. But so far there really haven't been any interactions Kijima has been actually frustrated with? He’s so amicable. He just plays along with everything.