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[ruinae]

So my friend recently talked me into a new blog, it’s likely I’m gonna take a break from these muses for a bit to handle that blog until I’m feelin up to par.

[savidicus]

                               Oh, I do believe you’re right

[ruinae]

        {shinkv‌}

     “I can tell you I was strokin’ somethin’ but it wasn’t his ego.” He forgot to stop himself, but he… wasn’t lying in the least. No taking it back now. “Keep it up, you don’t wanna know the things that happened in that Hangar, but I will say them if you don’t shut up.” He didn’t feel like it was necessary to detail on but he wouldn’t stop himself if Lance didn’t stop pestering him about it. “I’ll say it one more time, Lance let me enjoy the peace in peace before you get a fully detailed play by play.” The mug of coffee was lifted, the paladin shifting when he leaned back in the seat. Shiro had gone to get something done and the only people that could get in here were the paladins.. Hopefully nothing would be amiss.

                    He wasn’t expecting the red paladin to catch his footing and start mouthing back. It’s there that the blue paladin’s eyes widened some and he raised his hands palm outwards in order to show surrender. “Okay okay! Sorry!” He’d been sure that he could get the other to just say something but clearly that wasn’t something that the other wanted to give out information about unless it was used to scar the other person. “So what are you doing in here by yourself anyways? I though you told the Garrison that you would only come here if Shiro was going to escort you. Did he need to step out for something?” He remembered overhearing something about that too. Honestly, the man couldn’t help but wonder..

[ruinae]

So just as a notice I may be thinning out my following here soon. If you intend to interact with any of my muses, like this post and I’ll keep you on my dash. I only interact with all of two people so there’s really no point.

[ruinae]

       {shinkv‌}

     “What do you want me to tell you? That he’s a beast in bed?” Because man, he was sure there came a point where he felt like he couldn’t even think actual words. “Would that make this line of questioning cease so that I can just.. enjoy my moment of peace before everyone else gets here?” the hardest part of being an introvert for him waz needing that moment to prepare himself for everyone getting here.

                    “All you had to do was admit you and him did the do in the hangars and leave it at that.” Though he knew they were into each other.. He should really tell Koko about that. “You didn’t need to stroke his ego, but good to know you guys have it handled.” Though he will back off and go sit in his assigned seat.. away from the Red paladin. He knew by now when to give him space and stop prodding him. It’s almost half expected that the other will snap something back in retort to that but he doesn’t wanna bug him too much more now about it.

[ruinae]

      {kotofvi}

             Brows furrow, he recognizes that slight twinge. Recognizes that look and the feeling that drums up in his chest. Of course he wouldn’t remember. A fucking blessing in his mind. No, he wasn’t going to go pushing that envelope. Not when it was a good thing that the other had forgotten the hell that existed before. Instead, he reaches out and pats the top of the other’s head in silence. “Don’ push it, grub. Ain’ a reason f’er ya t’ go ‘bout doin’ all that. Jus’ keep it in mind that th’ shit in the back ‘f y’er head tellin’ y’ t’ look o’er y’er shoulder is bullshit an’ go t’ sleep like any other diurnal troll.” Gods, he’s tired. That morbid curiosity wasn’t enough for him to go causing any trouble for the other. Not the one who’d done his best, had done the most, had done everything in his power to help–

He shakes off his memories. His could stay, he needed them in order to do his job and right now his job was apparently to just not do anything. Was he even capable of sitting still for that long? No, he really wasn’t– but he doubted Karkat would let it go. If anything he was sure the other would end up worrying or something about a stranger who arrived injured and just vanished via transportalizer all of a sudden. He sighs through bloodied teeth and pockets his hands, there really was no getting out of it this time. “Alright alright, take m’ home with y’ I guess. Jus’ know that y’er responsible f’er an o’er grown fidgety asshole who doesn’ know how t’ sit still f’er three seconds.” 

Well, it wasn’t a lie. He’d probably be fidgeting the whole time in some way or another and constantly looking for something to do. It was like taking an energetic puppy home– except this one was devoid of most expression and only fidgeted about in subtle ways that were hardly picked up by others. “So kitty cat, what kinda first aid should I expect? Th’ soft and gentle kind ‘r th’ sit y’er ass down an’ quit squirmin’ kind? T’ be honest I’d prefer th’ former o’er th’ latter.” 

                      He knows it’s painful; the more he skirted around the thought, the worse it would get. “Not tryin’.” No, even vague reminders seemed to cause pain. “Don’t recommend touchin’ me right now..” He carefully shooed the other’s hand away from his head before pocketing his hands and waving for the man to follow him. He still has a buzz of a headache when he moved down the path.. but at least for now it wasn’t too bad. “Just c’mon.. not far from my place right now.” Shaking those thoughts is hard, but he will manage for now. Things liked to tease his mind, try to pass the blockade that was set.. flashes of something that seemed like a nightmare often times seemed too real.. It wasn’t as simple as telling himself there was no reason to do what he was so used to doing, it had become ingrained in his very being. It wasn’t a habit that would be shaken with ease.

          There’s a shrug when the other states what he wanted to say, shifting to glance over his shoulder after a moment. “You might be, but you also have to deal with me. Seems like a fair enough trade.” He knew how hard he could be to deal with--stubborn and about as blunt as any one being could ever be. He didn’t like seeing people hurting, as much as he would never admit something like that out loud. He knew if he’d not put up so much of a fight about taking care of those wounds and let the guy leave.. he wouldn’t be able to put it out of his mind anyways. “There’s probably stuff sitting around that you can mess with once I’ve made sure your knuckles are taken care of.” Keeping hands busy would probably be enough to keep someone occupied for a long enough period of time that he could take care of the issues at hand.

                   The troll rolled his eyes at the question, a small frown settled on his face while he he walked the path laid before him. “It’ll be sit down, shut up, and let me clean yer damn wounds." Not a second thought is spared when he spoke, though he kept an eye out for his place.. For now.. no one would see the guy looking like he just got beat to hell following him.. “I’m sure you have places to be, the sooner you’re taken care of the sooner you can go wherever it is you’re tryin’a go.”

[ruinae]

     {shinkv}

     The fact the guy disregarded his statement of the paladin had him surprised.. But the dual colored eyes of the male stared as the there seemed to be scrolling through something. Was he.. looking through his recent messages? By the look of the other’s face.. he was trying to read through and see who these people were to him. Luckily his exes weren’t saved in his phone anymore… though his last few texts with each of them were definitely him saying that it was over between them. When he seemed pleased was when the paladin raised a brow.. Who the hell could he have found? Hopefully not Coran? He cared about him but sometimes he was.. too much. Everyone has an emergency contact. He seemed to feel very strongly about that.. 

     Wait did he just… Go through his contacts and pick someone? Really? There was no telling who he could have picked though by the tones that answered.. He must have called Shiro. As grateful as he was for who it had been.. and as much as he was glad it was Shiro.. He didn’t want to add his current problem on top of everything else Shiro actually knew about. The cafe they were beside was closed, not a soul around here aside from them and those that got knocked out here. Hopefully Keith could get out of here before the paramedics arrived so they didn’t try to take him to the hospital. But he was hunched over holding his sides tight and trying to make himself breathe. He needed to breathe. Of course, he had to pick a cafe just beyond the area he was supposed to be in to relax for the day. Instead he’d gotten in trouble by some thugs that had decided to pick on someone that was minding their own business. 

     “You don’t have to stay here.”

                      He’s not going to leave this guy to sit here all by himself until his friend gets here. He decided that the second that he reached out to the guy hoping to get him here to his friend. There’s a moment of surprise on the troll’s features before he shook his head, frowning slightly. “Nuh-uh. If they come back, you’re in no shape to be defending yourself. And your friend should be here soon, it’s no problem.” Stubborn as could be, maybe a little moreso than the human before him. The guy looked like he wasn’t happy to be in the situation and honestly neither would Karkat have been. Daresay none of those idiots would have been walking away. They would either have to limp or crawl. Calling this guy’s friend to come get him was probably the best option.. it got him off the street and someone he could trust to get him home.

         “Before you ask, I picked the contact ‘Takashi’. Dunno who he is, but considering your texts with him there’s something there.” He kind of felt bad for flirting earlier now, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try to make sure the guy wasn’t in utter danger before he left. The guy’s voice was.. honestly pretty attractive on its own but he was pretty sure this guy must know him personally. He would know what the guy looked like, and maybe there were a couple pictures in the phone. Not that he was going to snoop, he was just curious. Though the guy in front of him.. despite those quirks in his personality.. He wasn’t going to touch the other without knowing what the problem was.. he didn’t have that kind of trust established with him.

                     “He must really care about you.. He sounded pretty worried when I told him about you.”

[ruinae]

   {katergaris‌}

     “No, I’m not.” He huffed out in response, the red glow of his irises rested on the other. “I figured it out on my own, I refer to ‘em as hollows because they don’t have anything beyond base instinct. No real emotion but pain. nothing.” He grumbled, the dark cloth of his clothing seeming to leave a trail of smoke as he shifted to cross his arms. “I have been doing this job for many centuries. But some unbound souls have things they want to do before they leave and that can take days up into years before I can move them along. I can’t escort them unless they want me to. Childrens’ souls tend to be easier to convince to move along more often than not.” Adults had heard the story of the Black Shuck. Many thought him the reason for the ill fates of their loved ones.. as untrue as it was.

                      ( He’s not part of the soul society?? But he reached a similar conclusion to the reapers. ) How odd this one was.. Though he could state openly that he didn’t get the same feeling from this one that he got around hollows. “You can’t do anything if they don’t want the help? Nothing at all?” Considering the being before him didn’t seem to gave the actual ability to help beyond the purpose he was given, it was redundant to ask that. “I suppose having a job like that wouldn’t make it easy for someone.. But aren’t you technically a soul yourself?” He can tell this one has the aspects.. something about him doesn’t scream living and it doesn’t exactly scream human either. Maybe he can end the loop of this being’s tireless journey and send him to the soul society..

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

Reblog this if it’s fine for my muse to flirt with/pine after your muse. It doesn’t have to be/end in an actual ship.

[ruinae]

      {shinkv}

     “Can you keep it down? I don’t kiss and tell and I definitely don’t need them coming to me asking questions about why you’re yelling.” While it would be easy to brush off.. the red paladin really didn’t want to say anything.

            “Sure, sure, sure..” He can’t help the grin on his face, he’s really happy for them. “Well, I hope you guys had fun and that it was a good time.” He can’t imagine there’s anywhere in the hangars that would be comfortable to have sex in but hey, to each their own, right?

[ruinae]

       {shinkv‌}

     “Lance…”

                 “Dude! You totally did! I told you that you guys should just say something to each other!”

[ruinae]

    { @shinkv​ } | CONT.

           “No, but that’s avoidance...”

                  “You and Shiro finally got together, didn’t you?”

[ruinae]

"Hey, Captain, the toilet's smoking." ~Akio @ Kensei fuck us up Rome

      @katergaris // Akio for the love of all that is holy

                      There’s a moment that the man stared at his subordinate as though he didn’t believe what was going on.. Because he really didn’t. “How the hell would it be smoking?” Water can evaporate and cause steam but.. Smoking? The captain put his editing pen down, moving to stand and follow Akio to the restrooms… He wasn’t expecting what he ended up walking in on.

          Every single toilet in the restroom… was fixed up with paper towel inserts and toilet paper rolls. There’s a moment that he stared in disbelief at the scene laid out before him before the man turns to look at the other. “What the hell is this?” There’s a low growl in the man’s voice, one thin brow twitching with irritation as he spoke. “You best have a good reason for making me stop my work to look at this, Matsuda..” But when he turned around.. the other was already gone.. Of course he was.

[ruinae]

       {shinkv}

     It’s almost odd to almost be able to look someone in the eye. Even so, there’s a feeling that makes him want to look away. So to see his eyes while he spoke, to actually make that eye contact.. was strange to him. Not only that but he doesn’t know if he likes that he can make the eye contact. This guy was built like a steel wall and Keith well.. he was smaller, not only in stature, but in the size of his muscle density. There is war written in his expressions, wariness in his eyes and a tiredness that seems to longer around him more than anything. But even with that, he is still trying to continue on as if there is nothing bothering him. He pushes the pain aside and tries to ignore the beings that ghost in and out of his vision.

     “I do my best to, no matter what. When I have no other option is when I will take part in a fight.. I’m used to things being life and death now, I know what happens if I lose.” Though it’s the man’s question that has him blinking in surprise and pointing to his face. “M-me?” Obviously. “Keith Kogane. I don’t know if I caught yours either, actually..” He was bad about that.. asking names of the people he ended up in conversations with. But he was having to learn to try to get used to these kinds of things.. at least try it.. “You look.. uncomfortable with something.. you okay?”

                      The fact that this guy was asking if he was alright definitely meant he was a good one. But what was offsetting him some was this kid seemed to possess some level of spirit pressure and he didn’t even notice it. It was as though he had some kind of life altering thing that happened to allow him to see the Captain even while he wasn’t technically in a body. He could be seen by this kid. When the other introduced himself, it caused a tilt of the man’s head before he hesitated. “Muguruma Kensei.” A short and simple answer, one that wasn’t unusual for the man to give. He knows that this guy doesn’t even realize he’s looking at a Soul Reaper. Not only that, but he can see the wear of what looks like war, struggles and pains of the lives that he’d had to endure. This guy is doing his absolute best.

         “I’m fine.” He is, though he doesn’t know how to break it to the guy that he’s technically looking at a spirit. “My question is are you alright? No one should be able to see me. And yet here you are, makin’ full conversation and looking me right in the eye. Y’don’t seem to have much about you other than maybe having been through some absolute hell no one else knows about.” It’s read in the stories written on the man’s skin, he can see it. He could be wrong, he often was. But he could tell there was something different about this guy.. most certainly.

[ruinae]

     {katergaris}

     “Oh?” There’s a moment before lips curled upwards and the Champion shifted herself a little. “Well, Kensei, I can assure you that while I do take the name Lady Hawke among those in Hightown.. I am no lady.” Though when given the go ahead to ask her question, eyes dart to the man’s abdomen, where the number was tattooed on.. Yes, she’s well aware there is probably a meaning behind that tattoo but she’s.. curious. “You got anymore tattoos besides that one?” She knows she has a few, the main one being a dragon that was over her right shoulder. “Even if not..” There’s a moment that the woman smirked, one eye closing in a wink. “I could show you a few of mine.”

                      Ah, there it was. Those hints of flirting that the woman had given before. He couldn’t say temptation was not there.. It certainly was and the way she was going about it was.. alluring. She must have a way with people normally, because it was.. surprising for him to come across someone like this in the world of the living. Then again, she seemed to be.. with her own inquiries. So when she asked, a brow raised and he shifted to look her in the eye. “Why don’t we find out?” Two can play this game and he is ready to. take her to his office for some alone time.. But he has to make sure that she is sure she’s ready for that. He would admit he was curious what the woman looked llike without all that armor.

[ruinae]

   {katergaris‌}

     “I suppose you could call me that…” It was part of his job, just not the entirety of it. A large hand shifted to tap at a blade nestled along his back, sheathed mostly out of view except a handle peeking out enough for him to grab the sword by the hilt. “I have the ability to protect, though if I go up against a hollow I would probably not survive long. Long enough for the one I was guiding to get away, but not long enough to defeat it. I’m a guardian up until they have passed the gates.”

                      So he was some kind of being from this world. Another branch of the Soul Society no doubt. It looked like the big guy had a zanpakto, but he can’t be absolutely sure. “Assuming since you know about hollows, you’re a part of the soul society? Unless that isn’t a zanpakto you’re carrying in which case..” In which case he would be wrong. “How long have you been doing this job? Why if you’re here do souls just linger when they aren’t bound somewhere if they can just go with you?”

[ruinae]

kotofvi‌!

             “Y’ ain’ gonna let this ‘ne go, ‘re y’?” An ache in his chest, he knows all too well the kind of person Karkat is in a general basis. The only time he’d ever seen that baser personality change was when he came across one that was a trickster. Even then, those brooding and caring undertones always came through in some fashion or another. (A leader to the marrow.) “A ‘prank’ like that is outta m’ taste, th’ suffrage of others ain’ somethin’ t’ be taken lightly,” he wants to clarify. There’s absolutely no reason for people to be that cruel and if he ever did see it, gods help them. They’d see blood and it wouldn’t be red. For a moment he wonders why he’s even sticking around though. Now that he’s not as disoriented, he could pop in new coordinates and just go home or wherever else he wanted to. 

There was no logical reason to need to stay here. Perhaps it was just a need to reassure the other that he’d be fine. Or maybe to sate his own morbid curiosity about how the reset took hold of him. “Y’ really ain’ got any idea as t’ why y’ do that, do y’?” It’s an innocent enough question, too vague though so he sighs and tries to quell his innate nature down. “Y’ don’ need ‘em anymore but th’ rewrite wouldn’a erased ‘em since they’re genetically predisposed, those instincts tellin’ y’ t’ always look o’er y’er shoulder, t’ always be ready f’er somethin’.” A fuck all that was, wasn’t it? To be given all the freedom needed and wanted but to still have every hair on the back of your neck raising for the same shit you suffered before it all. 

Were there still caste problems? He doubted it. “Shouldn’ y’ be livin’ a carefree life now? Th’ fuck you worryin’ ‘bout other people for? Go home already, grub. My knuckles will heal.” 

                       How many times has he tried to figure it out? So many now he can’t remember.. “Fuck no.” He took a moment to take in more detail if he can, but he’s not sure how much longer he wants to be out here. Least for the moment. The answer to his statement has the troll eyeing him a moment before shrugging the statement off, crimson eyes shifted away. No, he doesn’t look like the kind of guy to do that. He doesn’t exactly care enough to make the statement to say he doesn’t think he looks like the kind of guy to so something like that but he will move on to what has been said next.

            “Why does it matter?” He knows that he can’t remember anything. Every time he tries.. he gets a splitting headache for days. And he wants so badly just to remember but he.. he can’t. “Rewrite..?” OW.. no, he wasn’t going there and he wasn’t going to react to the nudge of a headache threatening his mind with more than a partial wrinkle in his nose. Yes, he’s aware that he may not need to look around like his life may end. He may not need to stay up. But he’s not going to look for a reason when it causes him pain. He doesn’t feel right--like this can’t be real, or perhaps it can’t be where he belongs. But he doesn’t know why that feeling nudges and lingers.. but won’t let him remember.

               “Before or after infection?” He knows all it took was a little bacteria getting in the wound. He was going to skip over the conversation on himself and the things here. At least, he was for now.