M O N S T E R .

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hewwo~ like for a starter! no cap + i’ll definitely be in your im’s plotting bc i a stubid and can’t think atm :3c

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‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

soft angst starters!

A growl rips from deep within his throat at the simple notion of anyone thinking the two of them were one in the same. “Would be a cold day in hell if we were.”

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Beauty and the Beast

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puritycrest‌:

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     The model impatiently crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her finger against one of them. Why did her manager need to here anyway? She was about ready to head out and explore Wonderland some more. He had just told her to wait in MH Towers entrance hall before she left and so here she was. In the entrance hall, with a bodyguard keeping watch over the girl as gave him an unimpressed look.

             She just really wanted to sneak away.

    If Mimi really wanted to, she really could. She’s done it so many times before, what was stopping her now. She just really wanted the ice cream and today was beautiful. Instead, it was being wasted away due to her manager telling her to “wait in the entrance.” In truth, a bunch of bull, he seriously could just call her up and tell her why she needed to wait, but not. It was frustrating because he’s done this so many times enough as is, and she didn’t need any protection.

    As she was about ready to walk away she felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned around seeing the bodyguard looking stern. She let out a nervous laugh as she stopped moving. Damn. Plan foiled, well this guard wasn’t as dumb as the other ones she’s had, but it was still a pain. Quietly grumbling saying how unfair this was she let out a sigh before sitting at the couch.

     Picking up the elevator dinging she turned her attention seeing someone new. She’s never seen him before. He looked new, but also he seemed to know what he was doing with whatever his job was. Expecting him to leave the building she turned her attention back to her phone not paying any heed. 

    Paying no attention that the guard that was with her left his post and was immediately replaced with the blonde haired guy she saw just a few minutes ago. Jolted from her thoughts she looked up to the male with confusion written on her face. Blinking a few times she cocked her head to the side. “Yes, that would be me. Who are you?” Standing up she took her place in front of him.

Now came the hard part - getting to know his charge. Conversation with him was always a bit wooden because of how little Shizuo showed interest. It wasn’t that he immediately hated her based on looks and, if he had read that packet, personality alone. He just never found it in his best interest to become friends with those he was being paid to protect.

Still, his boss insisted that he should at least try and get to know his charges regardless if it was a breach in professionalism. To help better protect them had been the excuse. Yeah, sure, Shizuo was supposed to know her favorite color and if she preferred dogs or cats just so his job could be easier.

What a load of bull.

“I’m your new bodyguard. Name’s Shizuo Heiwajima. Just Shizuo’s fine. No need for formalities...unless it’s your thing, I guess.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

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i’m still here! somehow. anyways, i’m off work tomorrow so expect some activity!

that being said, here’s a reminder in regards to my current threads;

i owe

@puritycrest​

i’m owed

@deadlock-shot​ // x

@bluelightningswordsman​ // x

@riceballhonda​ // x

i understand people are busy so i’m not upset or anything! pls don’t think i hate you ;o;

[elimemes]

SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

‘stay for me.’

‘what’s this between us?’

‘i don’t want your apology.’

‘you know i have feelings for you.’

‘yeah, i remember the drill.’

‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’

‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’

‘i don’t believe it.’

‘this is breaking my heart.’

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

‘what keeps you up at night?’

‘i wish you were here.’

‘i let you down.’

‘something strange happened here.’

‘you’re not safe here.’

‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

‘don’t touch me.’

‘is it my fault?’

‘i’m not like them.’

‘i forgot my name again.’

‘i don’t know who i am.’

‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’

‘are you still alive?’

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

‘am i making you uncomfortable?’

‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’

‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’

‘where the hell are my friends?’

‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’

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tfw when you want to app another character but you know you don’t have time for a second muse + who would I even app--

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The Great Escape

@deadlock-shot

“I hate violence,” he says through gritted teeth as he then proceeds to throw some schmuck out of the club in a smooth, swift motion. One of the schmuck’s buddies takes a risk by jumping at Shizuo, but his feeble attempt is quickly thwarted with a prompt fist to the face.

“And I especially hate,” he continues with a harsh growl, “bastards like you who make me resort to it!” Nursing his face, the idiot stumbles toward the schmuck to help him up ( they fall a couple of times, and Shizuo would have at least smiled if he wasn’t so damned pissed off ) before they disappear into the night.

And that’s when Shizuo decides to call it quits. The Ace of Clubs has always been a problem for him - especially on Saturday nights which his boss knows he hates working. Still, money is money until his patience runs thin and then nothing matters anymore.

He’s stalking down the avenue in the dead of night - well, it’s past midnight and yet the district still seems to be up and booming - when subconsciously his hands dig in his vest pocket to pull out his cigarettes. Smoking usually helps calm him down.

Except when he goes to fetch his lighter, there’s nothing there...and now his anger has spiked because maybe - just maybe - that schmuck or idiot got him so worked up that it fell out of his pocket. That’s a logical explanation, isn’t it?

Trying best to calm his nerves so he wouldn’t freak out again, he puts the cigarette away and hurries to find an alternative. Luckily there’s a little bar up ahead that doesn’t look too crowded. If anything, most of the denizens are partying elsewhere.

The door leading into the small establishment jingles with the bell placed atop of it. Like Shizuo assumed it was dead except for a few older gentlemen seated on some stools and a few other less than notable people scattered about.

He slides into an empty booth and orders some tea to ( hopefully ) mellow him out. But, his nerves are still on end as he stupidly keeps replaying the scene over and over again.

No, no. Stop. Think of good things. Like puppies and kittens, and I guess when they give you an extra chicken nugget....

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Wait, I Know You...

@bluelightningswordsman

If one good thing came out of suddenly appearing in Wonderland was that there was no Izaya Orihara to be found. Which was a blessing in itself. The last thing Shizuo wanted as he navigated the oddness that was Wonderland was to do so while dealing with that self absorbed sociopath dead set on making his life miserable.

Thankfully so far the residents of Wonderland bore no resemblance in either appearance or personality when it came to that flea. Most of the residents of Wonderland were bizarre in their own way, but they weren’t necessarily deranged...or hellbent on psychologically torturing anyone, at least not that Shizuo could confirm. The people he had come across were fairly decent...if a bit odd, but so was the magic of Wonderland!

Yes, the magic of Wonderland...a force to be reckoned with. As fate should see it, while Izaya Orihara wasn’t physically present as of the current date of July 14, 20XX, his embodiment was so to say.

There was something peculiar about the blue haired individual who sat on the opposite side of the little coffee shop Shizuo had ducked into after a freak shower hit town. He couldn’t begin to tell you why he suddenly averted his attention to the young man, but much like a kettle whistling on a burner, something inside Shizuo boiled.

Was it his hair? No, definitely not. That look in his eyes? Probably but he needed the guy to actually look at him to confirm. Or maybe it was the aura he gave off...like he was better than everyone in the cafe and he knew it. Whatever it was, he supposed, had inadvertently caused the mug in his hands to burst and for hot coffee to spill all over his hands and wrists.

“...Shit,” he mumbled upon realization. One of the waiters rushed over immediately with a cold towel and several napkins, spewing on about how he was terribly sorry ( for what exactly? ) and how they’d give him a new cup free of charge. 

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Beauty and the Beast

@puritycrest

“She’s just a kid.”

“A kid whose revenue can buy me a back up yacht!” How humble, he thought bitterly but kept his tongue as the man went on. “Listen, Heiwajima, her manager specifically asked for you. Now I’m not one to disappoint, and I know deep down inside you aren’t either, so do us both a favor and say--”

"Yes.”

“--ye... Oh. Oh, that’s great! Better than great. Here, let me give you your briefing...” It wasn’t long before he handed Shizuo a packet aptly named ‘M. Tachikawa’ in big, bold letters at the top. There was no way he was reading any of this. It didn’t matter how many packets the greedy bastard threw at him, Shizuo never once read a single page. He found it best to take care of his charges by engaging with them than reading about them.

“She’s quite a handful, Mr. Heiwajima,” his boss informed, “but I have no doubt in my mind you’ll make me proud. Now, please be on your way! They’re waiting for you.”

Shooing him out the door, packet and all, the first thing Shizuo went for was the trashcan just beside his boss’s secretary’s desk. It fell inside the can with a dull thump and then, just like that, he was heading toward the lobby.

It didn’t matter how difficult his boss thought she might have been, or how difficult she thinks she is, Shizuo was prepared. He’s dealt with worse - and he’s not even considering the idiots he’s had to deal with back home. He’s fully equipped to take on whatever his company has thrown at him, dramatic hissy fits and all.

The elevator door leading to the lobby eventually opens and when he steps out, his eyes lock with a young girl seated comfortably on one of the sofas. There’s another man wearing shades and a black suit who, upon seeing Shizuo, takes his leave immediately.

“Hey,” he nods toward the young girl and, quite stupidly to be honest, says, “You must be Mimi.” Like it wasn’t that obvious in the first place.

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Decisions, Decisions...

@riceballhonda

Purple, blue, green, orange, yellow... Seriously, what the hell was the difference? He’s been in this godforsaken place for over two hours trying to decide what flavor, what color, would best fit the situation. And to make matters worse it wasn’t as if he had any prior experience to go off of to make the decision a bit easier for him.

Nope. The world was really out to get him no matter where he was or what he was doing.

“Sir, can I, uhm, help you...?” Now they’ve elected a meek looking woman to help remedy the situation, but he knows she can’t possibly help him. She can’t read into the mind of others...no matter if they’re human or otherwise.

“I’m good, thanks,” his reply is short because his temper is getting there. Not surprisingly the woman quickly shuffles away and he’s left all alone once again. If he just wasn’t so damn picky then maybe...

He’s so transfixed on the display in front of him that, from the corner of his eye, he sees movement and although he doesn’t know who has walked his way, he assumes it’s yet another employee delegated by their coworkers to get this brooding man out of the establishment before he makes another kid cry.

Best to swallow what little pride he had left and get this over with.

“Excuse me, but I was wondering what kind of...” and his words die on his lips as he notices that it isn’t an employee he’s talking to, oh no, but just some random young girl instead.

“Cat food,” he suddenly finishes. “What kind of cat food do you recommend for a picky eater.” Smooth.

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‘ello! i’m brit, 23, use she/her pronouns, and i should definitely be in bed right about now!! but instead i’m posting a starter w/ a cap of 3.

some quick notes: 

if anyone ever wants to plot a thread w/ me that’s totally fine!! hmu.

i love pre-establish relationships. shizuo def needs some.

i’m a super shy and awkward sack of potatoes. sorry in advance for every conversation we’ll ever have moving forward!

send me pictures of sharks and we’ll be best friends, okay?

someone please help me decide which house to choose for fe:th sobs