GOD OF THUNDER

"This ends here." [Affiliated with Isola Radiale] BLITZKAMPF TIMELINE / GROUP ONLY House 156 // Blitz Motor // Reflective Shield 5x/day

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igotus‌:

Eddie gave a shrug when he was corrected, how was he expected to know what technical officers looked like in this city? The man claimed he knew what he was doing though, so Eddie was just gonna leave it at that. The moment he went to walk by, this man gets shocked and collapses onto the ground pretty dramatically. 

“whoa… shit….” He gave a glance at the machinery before carefully stepping over the man reaching down to check a pulse. “Hey… mister know-it-all, you okay?” [Can we eat him? He smells delicious.] “No,” Eddie’s voice was a little lower as he replied to the deep voice in his head. “Stop asking if we can eat everyone we meet.”

For a couple of seconds, there’s no pulse, there’s no breathing. Zero response; touching his skin would give off a small static shock. If you tried listening for a heartbeat, there’s nothing--rather, the sound of a machine’s whirring gaining speed until Akatsuki jolts; as if it’s given him another shock from the inside. 

Coughing and wheezing he sits up suddenly, slamming his fist into his chest, eyes wide open. A moment later his somber expression returns, as if that was...something that’s happened before. 

“What. A disappointing result.” he breathes, getting back into the rhythm slowly, “If you were kind enough to call an ambulance, I would call that off as soon as possible. I must insist on that, no questions asked.” 

That’s a hard response, considering he looks half-dead and apathetic about it. 

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igotus‌:

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“I’m not so sure takin’ that thing apart is a good idea…” Eddie put two cents in as he watched a man, that didn’t look like he was a city technician, pick apart at some steampunk looking tech. “I mean… you know what you’re doing?”

“Technical officer.” High ranking jackass. “That is what the uniform is for.” Did he ever wear anything aside from his military uniform? No. Akatsuki looks over his shoulder, half-awake. “I know what I am doing.” In any lucid sense right now? No. 

A couple more adjustments...his eyebrows raise as the only signal of an epiphany before he puts the pliers in his mouth and reaches in--

BZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!

Convulsing until something blows a fuse, it’s man down. 

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@anglerfishnabe

The festivities surrounded him in a dancing fervor, talk and chatter of life and death and the emotions that came with it. They tugged and pulled at his already low state of mind; he just wanted air, food, something to get out of the house. A distraction that wasn’t taking apart yet another machine in the house. 

When he sees another gentleman in a military uniform--japanese, no doubt in his mind--he almost thinks it to be an illusion. In his dead-like appearance, a stranger shoved beers in his hands and told him to share it with whoever he was staring so intently at. 

He mumbles as he realizes he lost him because of that. Looking through the crowd to try and spot him again. After some looking, without thinking, he finds the soldier again, at the corner of an emptier table, and slams one of the beers in front of him. 

And stares. With some strange determination in his eyes to get to know the other man. With a solemn acknowledgement of their similar lives of war. 

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// Like this handy dandy post for an event based starter with a tired sad/madboy, capping at 2! //

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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PHYSICAL DETAIL ASK MEME // ACCEPTING

(„ᵕᴗᵕ„): Does their face turn red when embarrassed? If so, how else do they react when embarrassed? (I.E. Shifting of weight upon foot, etc.) 

He might sweat or blush in intimate situations with lovers but other than that...

Akatsuki seems to be missing a sense of shame.

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(´∀｀): Do they laugh when they get nervous?

PHYSICAL DETAIL ASK MEME // ACCEPTING

Oh boy. 

It takes a lot to get to that point, but eventually, yes! It’s horrifying. It sounds aggressively forced and like he is or may soon be standing on a pile of corpses. At that point you might think you’re in danger but really the only people who could get him to do that would be in more domestic situations. 

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PHYSICAL DETAIL ASK MEME // ACCEPTING

ಠ-ಠ: Do they like it when people touch their hair?

Akatsuki doesn’t like being touched in general! (As much as he could use a hug, it’s for everyone’s safety) 

For the blitz motor to work it’s smoothest he requires the special suit he wears to direct the electrical output. His head being the only exposed part of his body, his hair gets frizzier and on end when he discharges large amounts of electricity. 

By default, if you touch it, it’s likely you’ll at the very least receive some static shock. 

Don’t put balloons near him. 

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barnsleynightingale‌:

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She was really starting to get annoyed with the layout of the island. Even the Court had some way of guiding her around; she takes a wrong turn, and Annie’s suddenly halfway across the city. Achievements in ignorance aside, she combed through her options.

“So have you found your way around this place either, or is everyone just wandering around wildly?”

Approach the biggest adult in the area and ask a question out of nowhere. She felt like there was something about the man she couldn’t exactly put her finger on, but that was another can of worms entirely.

“I know my way around many of the areas, from an outsider’s point of view,”--not a stranger to exploring new places he wasn’t exactly meant to be in--“For others it may not be so easy. This city is grand and wide and...” he trails into a yawn; 

“Tiring to traverse, even by railway or motor vehicles.” his deep voice can only further confirm he is an adult. 

Tiring was a replacement for stressful. Maybe. He was aggressively keeping himself awake. The bags under his eyes were the only tell that wasn’t yawning just then. Looking her over again, his scowl deepens. 

“You seem to be new. And rather young. You may find this place disconcerting, but if you remain on the main roads, you should be relatively safe.” 

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warrioroflondonbelow:

Physical Detail Ask Meme:

Σ(ﾟДﾟ；): Have they ever sprained or broken their leg before? How about their arm? What was the story behind it?

╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give?

ಠಿ_ಠ: Do they look up or down when they are trying to recollect something?

ヽ( ´O｀): What is their body language like when sleepy? 

(Дﾟ≡ﾟДﾟ): When they are surprised by somebody do they physically jump? Scream? 

(⸝⸝⸝ ̑ ̑⸝⸝⸝):  Does their face get red after they drink?

(„ᵕᴗᵕ„): Does their face turn red when embarrassed? If so, how else do they react when embarrassed? (I.E. Shifting of weight upon foot, etc.)

( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ»: Do they have a sensitive spot/s?

(〇o〇；): What is their body language like when they are stressed? Do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? How do they recover from said stress?

ಠ-ಠ: Do they like it when people touch their hair?

(ﾉ≧ڡ≦): Do they like to show affection by physically teasing? (I.E: Shoulder punches, etc.)

♪⁽⁽٩( ᐖ )۶⁾⁾ ₍₍٩( ᐛ )۶₎₎♪: How are they like when they dance? Are they stiff? Fluid? A good dancer? Do they prefer to dance with a lot of others, with one other person, or alone?

ง ( ⌓̈ )ง: Are they physically strong when it comes to fights?

(´∀｀): Do they laugh when they get nervous?

ಥoಥ: How are they like when they cry? Do they just stream tears nonstop? Does their nose get clogged to the point that it’s hard to breathe? Is it easy for them to speak when they are sobbing? Do they hiccup when they cry?

ಸヮಸ: Do they lean back or forward when they laugh hard? Do they snort? Slap their knee? Do that seal-esque clap? Do they often laugh to the point that you can’t hear their laugh anymore?

「(°ヘ°): How does one calm them down when they are freaking out? Do they prefer physical comfort, or would they rather be left alone?

⊙.☉: Does their voice get an octave higher when they lie? Does it crack?

( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡): Does having somebody stroke their head make them feel relaxed?

(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*): Do they prefer kisses on the cheek? Forehead? What about neck kisses?

(-.-): How should one wake them up? Do they get out of bed easily?

(ó﹏ò｡): Are there any foods that make their stomach upset?

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KILOWATTS

cw: attempted self-surgery/thoughts, implied self-harm, depression, paranoia

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It was like water up to his neck, barely holding his head over water. The paranoia was threatening suffocation every second. What did they do the Blitz Motor? What did they do to the Blitz Motor? Why can’t he remember what happened between back home and here?

It’s output wasn’t working correctly, he couldn’t form anything beyond a shield. A limit was set. There was zero evidence of outside tampering. No opened scars. Nothing changed. Who was here and what did they know about the machine in his chest?

He couldn’t do it. Not in any feasible manner. He just couldn’t open himself up.

After hoarding all of the tools around the house.

It was like water up to his neck, barely holding his head over water. The paranoia was threatening suffocation. What did they do to the Blitz Motor? What did they do to the Blitz Motor? Why can’t he remember what happened between back home and here?

It’s output wasn’t working correctly, he couldn’t form anything beyond a shield. A limit was set. There was zero evidence of outside tampering. No opened scars. Nothing changed. Who was here and what did they know about the machine in his chest?

What was happening inside?

He kept track of the times when nobody was home. And the many times he tried–no, you fucking idiot, you absolute moron, machines you can do but you can’t just open yourself up and check. There’s still human parts in the way. Why do this at home? Other people live here. You can’t put this burden on them. Where else would even be better?

Not like you have the blueprints or anything for this damned thing. If you bleed out, then what happens?! You leave a bunch of goddamn kids and some clueless doctor with something no-one should know exists. No, someone knew. Someone had to. For what they did to him. They could be making more. 

Over and over again, he kept what he hoarded. Sometimes he put it back, to avoid suspicion. The only thing that ended up expended, were more towels you shoved in the washing machine, supplies from the first aid kit, the kitchen knife kept in your bathroom drawer.

The more you tried to think it through for once, the more you broke at the thought. The more you realized the danger you posed to other people being the last person on earth–this had to be earth, this had to be somewhere on earth, you’re begging it to be–with this goddamn blitz motor in your chest.

He managed to hurt himself several times trying. The knife at the very least, only ever touched your chest. Embedded the deepest only in sink counter top, the floor, the wall. You would break down, clean yourself up before anybody came home to see. To anyone that ever saw you, you only ever wore your uniform. Covering your body from the neck down.

You haven’t made many friends.

Most of what you’ve done is interrogate others. Try to make sense of everything.

He can’t even make sense of himself.

What are you doing?

Whatever coping you’d been doing up to this point isn’t working anymore.

You’re a goddamn adult.

FUCK YOU

YOU’RE A GODDAMN ADULT. 

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koiwazuraine‌:

     “…O-Oh.” It’s incredibly hard to tell when he’s joking or not. The way he speaks with such certaintiy in his voice- not to mention how loud it is- makes Nene want to believe every word. 

      …Obviously that’s not the best idea.

      “That’s not entirely true! I’ve seen a lot of hand to hand combat that has to do with excorcism!” Definitely not going to mention it was her best friend and crush back home fighting with knives. “But, you’ve got a point.”

       “Is it because you’re super old-” She blinks at his quiet boo, the whiplash truly setting in as Akatsuki changes his subject from a terrible impression of a ghost to talk of oden again. He was still such a mystery to her. 

        She really believed she was starting to understand him better. Instead it feels like she’s even more confused about who he really is. 

“That sounds quite interesting then. To be able to hit something ethereal...I wonder how that feels...”  

His sudden daydream is interrupted. 

‘Is it because you’re super old-?’ 

Akatsuki visibly goes pale. 

Is it noticeable? The ice froze him perfectly--though, when was the last time he really looked in a mirror, it was such a troublesome thing--does she know somehow? Was the aging process catching up to him all of a sudden, being thawed out? He can’t just dash to check, that’d be suspicious. 

He gets on his knees to look Nene in the eyes. Approach the situation calmly. 

Put a hand on her shoulder, and as he has no general clue what his facial expression is doing now...

“Between you and I--if you guess, it won’t matter until I can even remember.”  

That sounds like a pretty cool line. Right?

At the least he did what he intended. He thinks so. 

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edibledragons‌:

Huh. Unfortunate. He didn’t know what Trinidad was, but he was curious regardless. He supposed that it could be a country, a place even, just one he never heard of. He rubbed the scruff on his chin in thought, squinting skyward before he looked back down at the stranger, shoulders dropping just a bit.

“Ah, thanks anyway,” he replied, head tilting just a bit. “You look a little sick. Food poisoning?”

“Why are you looking for that kind of information anyways? Do you...research bugs?”

He pauses to swallow the sick sensation in his throat. 

“I'm not sure what it is. It’s been like this on and off since I was thrown here.” thrown here, woke up there, one place he didn’t belong to another. “I’m used to eating through anything–appetite or not, my metabolism is hard to keep up with, so I have to eat even when I don’t want to. I don’t think I’ve eaten anything that could’ve gone bad. Not that I can recall.” Again, he swallows, not that anything is coming up, but the feeling still there;

“I’m sorry, sir, there is no need for a stranger to take up such a burden. Please believe me when I say I’ll be alright. If it’s passed before, it will surely pass again.” 

His eyes only further push him away--he doesn’t want anyone concerned with his health. 

“Ginger...helps with this sort of thing, doesn’t it?” 

But he still wants to talk to someone. 

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He’s been rummaging through the house for some reason. Nothing unusual for him, really. Electrical pliers, screwdrivers, those tools of the sort. A towel...? Fishing...line...?

There’s a knife missing from the kitchen, but not anywhere anyone would notice if they didn’t open a drawer. A pair of scissors in his mouth as he stops to think, stuffing the other things in his coat. 

What else did he need? 

“...sewing needle...” 

First aid kit, he’d need that too...what is he up to, exactly? 

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goldensonatina replied to your post: “(Why am I finding myself a bit jealous of...

more like 66c into the dick. jfc i hate moveset jokes lool

I checked and I still fucked up, I blame being distracted and out of practice--

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“(Why am I finding myself a bit jealous of people’s ability to show off their bodies so boldly...? I couldn’t even go to a hot spring the way I am...)” he mumbles. “(Covered in so many strange scars...too many questions would come up.)”

“ANYONE PARTICIPATING IN THIS TREND OF PUBLIC INDECENCY AND ARE NEGLECTED BY THE AUTHORITIES WILL BE PERSONALLY CASTRATED AND DRAGGED TO THE NEAREST POLICE STATION.” 

0 to 100. 

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koiwazuraine‌:

     “Oh, well startling is understandable with how often it happens around this ti- Y-You’ve what? What are you an exorcist on top of being a solider?”

      Akatsuki, what the fuck.

        “Yeah, let’s not let you handle giving out candy then just in case any of the trick or treaters try and scare you.” Good note to herself too to not try and scare him. She remembers the chair thing. God help her if he throws her next.

        “Yes!! Roasted chestnuts and sweet potatoes would be really good with this weather! Also oden! We need to have oden!”

“No. I don’t recall ever mentioning being an exorcist.”  

He blinks. That’s on him, more than anything. It’s hard to tell with his lack of tonal change if he’s ever joking, speaking figuratively, or being serious. 

“Exorcism does not come in any hand to hand combat forms, to my knowledge. I’m not too much the superstitious type; however, technological advancements can yield as many miracles as they can abominations--including men who might as well be possessed by demons.” 

As he became more comfortable with Nene, he begins to talk and open himself a little more. Whether this is a good or bad thing remains debatable. 

“I myself could be considered a ghost.” 

He leans a bit closer to Nene. 

“Boo.” he says flatly, a pause as he stands back up, smiling. “Oden sounds wonderful indeed.” 

Again he seems unaware of the exceeding difficulty of whether he’s being serious about certain things or not...or he’s having fun with the mystery.