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[sociieties]

we live in a fucking sociieties / where we set ourselves on fire. 

featuring muses from: jujutsu kaisen. tokyo revengers. kuroko no basuke. bungo stray dogs. chainsaw man. kimetsu no yaiba. naruto. nanbaka. given.

[sociieties]

we live in a fucking sociieties / where we set ourselves on fire. 

featuring muses from: jujutsu kaisen. tokyo revengers. kuroko no basuke. bungo stray dogs. chainsaw man. kimetsu no yaiba. naruto. nanbaka. given.

[sociieties]

we live in a fucking sociieties / where we set ourselves on fire. 

featuring muses from: jujutsu kaisen. tokyo revengers. kuroko no basuke. bungo stray dogs. chainsaw man. kimetsu no yaiba. naruto. nanbaka. given.

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@ofmiracles​ said: [ aomine @ mura; via text]: ASSHOLE U ATE MY CANDY BARS DIDN'T U

[ minechin; text ] yeah, what about it?

[swingstep]

CMON AND SLAM!!

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@ofmiracles​ said: [ kuroko @ mitobe; text ]: My neighbor just told me he can fix my water heater for 50 bucks. I’m skeptical.

[ text; kuroko-kun ] That’s likely a scam.

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how…. bothered would u guys be if i remade my blog? same url and stuff but i want that new blog smell bc i plan on completely changing my tags and some other stuff…

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officially moving. closing my ask box and i will move whatever threads i plan on keeping when i get the new blog up and running. if there’s anything in queue for me just leave it there bc i’ll find it anyway since i lurk xoxo. like this post to keep mutuals status.

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@peachmuses said: ‘  when  i  imagine  myself ,  i  am  always  leaving .  i  couldn’t  draw  my  own  face  if  god  asked .  ’ niji at hara

this is the type of shit that pissed him off. not because it’s nijimura that says it, but because it’s nijimura that says it and he can relate. still, hara finds it in himself to not say anything about it, only lowers his head and feeds himself another french fry just to let what’s admitted fall stale. when did they get close enough to actually say such truths to one another? and where were tatsuya / makoto / ryou-yo when they were needed? he sighs / eats another fry / and the nijimura’s words set in his bones. they burn, much like the truth. much like the reflection of a husk of a person sitting in front of him and eventually, he raises his head to look at his friend. “ sometimes, ” he starts, only after the topic was almost concluded to be a dead end. “ that’s not necessarily a bad thing. ”

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@shinanai said: “I don’t want to see you die.” aki @ angel

two days. i’m sick and tired of people dying on me... right before my eyes... it’s been two days since then and angel hasn’t thought of too much of anything else since then. this wasn’t about that human, but about himself and the lack of care for anything. two days ago, he was supposed to be swept up and hopefully killed. two days ago, aki had stupidly grabbed his hand to pull angel back down to safety, effectively shaving off another two months from his life just so he didn’t have to see someone else die in front of him. two days ago, aki had pulled him back down to earth and held him in place until the threat of being blown away was over. two days ago, angel had been defeated by the simplest of things. two days since he’s been touched — held — for so long / two days later, the sensation of aki’s arms around him still haunt him much like his dreams do. angel was ready to die. he’s been ready to die for longer than aki’s known him and yet. and yet / and yet / and yet / and yet aki’s statement cuts through angel’s trance and he blinks, eyes shift from slowly melting soft serve to the human’s face. angel blinks again, allowing his gaze to fall to his own feet. aki doesn’t want to see him die; angel wants to die more than ever now. he wonders what aki would do if he had to be the one to go and kill him — if angel decided to just leave the organization knowing full well that he’d be killed in response. if aki were the one to have to kill him, would he? could he? “ i want to die. ” angel replies after a few moments of thought, half lying, half truthful. since that day, he hadn’t been so sure of that anymore. more sure of wanting to be left alone, but less sure of the idea of solitude and he completely blames aki. he blames the stupid human and those damned two days ago. he blames the human and the day he gave up a handkerchief just so angel could wipe off his hands and shoes. why did they become partners again, anyway? what did makima want to come from this? there’s no point in thinking about any of that. he wants to die. he wants to be alone. he wants to be held again, suddenly leaving him uncomfortable and even mildly enraged by the thought of it. aki should have let him die that day instead of forcing him to stay here, leaving angel nothing more than saddened and defeated. why does he never get what he wants? the soft serve now begins making it’s way from the cone to cover his hand and he goes from eyeing the ground to looking at the ice cream. he bites into without a second thought, lazily licking the contents off of his hand just to eventually look back at aki / back up at him just to look him in his eyes. “ if you die before me, then there won’t be any problem, right? ” angel doesn’t actually know aki. he doesn’t know too much about what the other had been through, or how much he’s lost, or exactly how many people he’s had to watch die in front of him, but what about angel? he has no rights thanks to him being a devil, but what about angel and his wants? what about his wants to not work / to not live / to not die / to be left alone until he’s eventually killed again so he can just be born again in hell and hopefully never seen again? the memory of what happened two days ago once again creep back in, engulfing him in the sensation of someone else’s warmth against his body and while it didn’t really mean anything, it meant everything.  feeling of the rise and fall of aki’s chest against his back ease back in and override his nerves as he stares at the other and angel’s gaze easily falls afterwards. next falls the rest of the ice cream, dumped cone and all splattering on the ground before him before he takes two steps back and immediately sinks into the seat behind him and it’s not the same. nothing’s the same. if angel knew that aki would have taken his one solid chance of dying away from him, then he would have tried harder to get killed. death, after all, although temporary, would have been better than being stuck living a life after being so carefully touched / so desperately held just to know that he’d never get that again. before that day, he was actually somewhat happy. less angry, if nothing else. “ hurry up and die so i can. ”

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kyugens·:

Gaara patiently waits once Menma shows no aversion to his uncanny request, his lungs filling up and holding his breath in as the pink of the Namikaze’s tongue is fully displayed. Practically tiptoeing to get a better view and as a wave of something he couldn’t name hits him upon seeing the five thick, black lines that composed the cursed seal, Gaara uses their intertwined fingers to brace himself – and with his free hand, he doesn’t hesitate to reach out and touch it, tracing the outlines gently. Sliding his fingertips around curiously, much to his surprise, all he feels is the roughness of Menma’s tongue. It’s not like the mark on his forehead that would protrude very slightly at the edges, only noticeable upon touching – but similar nevertheless, both forever bound to something out of their control.   “  — Does it hurt?  ”   Gaara asks, dropping his hand at his side again.

it’s almost as if he’d known that gaara would stick his hand in his mouth, responding with nothing more than a slow blink to the sensation of flesh not his own gliding across his tongue. gaara searches for something in menma’s mouth and the longer it goes on, the more taste of gaara’s finger becomes seared into his memory. he’s patient with the other, only slowly retracting his tongue allowing his mouth to close after love-marked nin seems to have ( not ) found what he was looking for. menma’s first response is to wipe the accumulating drool from the corners of his mouth with his free hand. his head cocks slightly to the left upon being questioned and just as the reason being it escapes him, it returns. “ no. ” although that’s not entirely true. menma had already mostly moved on, outstretching his own hand into gaara’s space, easily sweeping red hair away from the mark on his forehead and he touches it freely. “ not anymore, ” he corrects himself as an afterthought, now wondering if it was the same for gaara. despite this wonder, menma touches the practically branded kanji anyway, although it first being in the form of light taps before he fully commits to the touch. “ does yours? ”

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hiisfire·:

kinji, a fox birthed from the very, hottest– deepest part of hell. a thought to be grieved from the gods; to have more power, to cover more ground for belief and for agony. even if it is granted to him from another, that hate for the fox and what he did, it will fester in him, picking at him to grow stronger, be better. and he will, he promises that he will get his revenge. even if it takes years, even if it simmers in him for decades; he will remember all that you did and didn’t do for him. and getting his oni, one that he’s been following around, to get frustrated with the fox demon; padding along the lower beams, breathing heavily down koki’s neck to annoy him and get him to tell kinji to do something else, lash out at him, anything. —-flame flickers a line to separate him, from the oni. it spooked him, for sure; as normal as he is around the ember and lighting random objects and places, sometimes he forgets that he isn’t the only one with a fire ability. but, as soon as he is given an ok– this time, it being a direct command from him. the fox’s fire to rapidly hit against a large beam, it created a molten rock to penetrate through the –looked as if it was metal but, who knows?– beam, it falters to the side. it shifts to the side, it’s ready to fall; the fear smells so good and intoxicating, it looked as if his maw could have been compared to a rabid dog’s. as soon as it can fall, that whole dock is gone, all the people under that beam? dead. all the people working for the docks? also, about to be dead. his feet to land lightly next to his master, he wants to make sure he can see; the fox demon takes the LOUDEST inhale of breath, the red to fire out of his mouth like it was a flamethrower, he will sweep this whole dock with blood and dread.

          look how good he did!! 

he knows of how badly kinji wants to set him off / that every little thing kinji does is to get underneath his skin and kōki, for the most part, ignores it. sometimes, randomly, he snaps and responds in the worst ways possible. chaos unfolds afterwards and kinji is fed with the madness for days on end. today, however, kōki plans to revel in the chaos that’s produced as a byproduct of not only his own creation, but from kinji’s damage as well. and so / kōki contains the fox and winds him up until he’s sure the other is about to burst at the seams with the want to join in on the disaster that happens below them. he gives the okay and kinji acts accordingly, leading kōki to sitting back and watching the kitsune at work. he says nothing as he watches the fire spread, peering though smoke and ash to watch as the last beam gives way. the scent of blood thickens after kinji torches the dock and kōki ——— he’s impressed, to say the least. oni moves from crouch to a stand, gleefully watching as it all burns thanks to kinji. in one hand, his club appears, iron and over half of kinji’s human size and kōki leans against the object, scanning the area in search of one human in particular only to not find them. afterwards, he sets his free hand atop the fox’s head. “ we have more places to visit, little red. ”

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you know you’ve made it when angel decides that he likes / cares about you. it’s really praise of the highest order as he doesn’t seem to care about anything and it very well takes s lot more than merely being around him for long periods of times for him to grow to care about a person. he is bored and extremely lonely, but he’s not so far remover from company that he’s desperate enough to care for someone or something that he latches onto the first person who decides that they’re not afraid of him and willing to to stick around him. yes, he’s used to people keeping their distance from him, but choosing to close that gap is just the first thing in a long list of things required fro him to come to caring for a person. just because he may know a person, and he may know them very, very well, doesn’t mean that he cares about them. this goes for humans, fiends, and other devils alike. it applies to animals. it applies to nature.

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to say that kinji was annoying was an understatement. he was less a walking, talking pet, and more this ever-breathing thorn in kōki’s side, seemingly designed specifically to get on every single one of his nerves. if it’s not one thing, it’s another. if it’s not kinji taking or breaking things to get on his nerves, then it’s kinji following behind kōki oh his way into one place or another just to bug him the entire time. today, it was the little fox all but breathing down kōki’s neck while he was moving someone’s supplies to the docks, already being paid for the task he never had any intention on finishing. after the first trip, kōki had already stopped what he was doing, moving to sit atop a roof, perched on the corner as he watched some nameless soul do the job for him, convinced that they were kōki. he’s soon bored with the little charade, snapping his finger and watching as everyone in his line of sight promptly began to descend into the brewed chaos he’d let fester since before he’d even met kinji. ‘ little fox, ’ he thinks, voice cast directly into kinji’s mind, gaze shifting to the other. for at least the past ten minutes, he’d trapped his kitsune in a massive flame in response to the pestering questions. ‘ kill them. ’ / @hiisfire liked.

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@protectivemuses·:

Kazutora glances at the other at the laugh, giving a soft chuckle of his own before turning to look ahead again, a small jingle cutting in from his earring with the motion. “Not saying you couldn’t, just didn’t look like you tried.” He teases, shrugging. Even despite how much time has passed, things still felt like they did back in the Valhalla days. Maybe not exactly the same for obvious reasons, but Kazutora still felt like he could trust Hanma like he did then, so that was more than enough. With the change of tone follows a change of expression. Kazutora finds himself growing quiet for a few moments, genuinely thinking the answer over. That much was fair. “No.. I can’t say I am..” He admits, almost as if defeated. “I had plenty of fun back with Valhalla, and sure, creating chaos and trouble was fun but..” Gaze turns upward as golden eyes watch the sky as if something was interesting enough to catch his attention. Hair falls back with the motion, thoughts searching for proper words. “While all that was fun, I can’t say I have an interest in going back to jail or anything. Part of me wants to, but things just don’t feel the same. Plus.. as stupid as it sounds, and I know it does, but.. Chifuyu.. He was Baji’s vice captain. He’s the only other person who knew Baji like I did, and.. there’s things about him that remind me of him too. In a way.. I sort of feel like I owe it to Baji to try to do things right this time. He helped me more back then- before Valhalla, than anyone had up to that point..” There’s a light scoff as he glances down with a shake of his head. “Look at me getting all sentimental though, dwelling on the past. Tryin’ to answer a simple question and went and started rambling.”

as kazutora rambles, shuji listens, quietly walking along side the other. it doesn’t take him long to pull out a cigarette, reluctantly lighting it as the other goes on to talk about baji and memories. while he can’t relate, he understands it enough to get why tora’s decided that he was done. thinks it more so of the reluctance to get arrested again than anything about baji’s pull from the dead, but the details of it hardly mattered at the end of the day. “ good for you. ” the words are breathed out with the first puff of smoke. “ if you wanna look towards a dead man to decide what you want to do with your life, then you do that. if you don’t, then don’t. either way, whatever life you live now is on you, not baji, you know? ” baji and kazutora’s relationship may have been beyond the scope of what shuji knew of it, but he can confidently say that living for a dead man isn’t a life to live in the slightest. “ if you ever decide you do wanna come back, you know how to reach me; just know that this ain’t that kiddy shit it used to be. ”

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@never-surrender said: Sukja is straight up determined to make Yannik smile, even if it meant a sneak attack. Picking her way to him as quietly as he could (despite the stick breaking under foot), the instant she was close enough she reached forward, fingers attempting to find the sensitive tickle spots! Sneak tickle attack!

how could she betray them like this? to go and attack them while they were just beginning to nod off, easily found resting underneath some tree. is this what they get for napping? to be woken so randomly, so wildly, due to her decision to tickle them? apparently so / they’re pulled out of the almost-dream the moment her hands are on them. first, startled and confused, but soon enough breaking out into a bout of laughter as they try prying her hands away from them.

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@killedarlings said: ❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜ ( to Ruin or Stix, from Natsuo! )

“ don’t mention it. ” it’s the first thing stix has come to say ever since encountering her. ten / twenty minutes spent merely watching the other in apparent need of help and protection — whatever issues she had going on were beyond him and entirely not his problem.

up until two minutes ago, her grievances with the people became a his problem as she sought out refuge in a mostly public place. his intervention only comes after quite the ruckus is made, contributing to his disturbed peace and it’s only then that stix chooses to intervene. he takes the other by the arm, holding her in place as he proceeded to not only stop her pursuers, but completely repel them to the point of sending them flying somewhere halfway across town. if they die…. then they just die. afterwards, stix had let go of her, already seemingly returning to his typical state of unbothered.

“ pay for my lunch if you really wanna thank me. ”

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@chameleoniism said: MEDIC // for Ruin!

at some point, ruin has learned to not think too much of finding random people — often times teenagers, for whatever reason — at his doorstep. like moths to a flame, one stray kid here or there is bound to find theirself either waiting for him at his door or even inside his house. at this point, he thinks very little of his strange it is for such things to happen to him. and so, ruin barely even blinks at wounded stranger ( perhaps an acquaintance he cannot remember at the moment ).

“ what happened to you? ” he asks after noticing the injury, attention shifting from face to give her a quick scan. before she ended answers, ruin steps from the doorway, motioning her inside and out of the rain. “ let’s get you cleaned up. ”