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ooc;
yo yo yoooo i’m super hyped for this loser again lol i totes wanna playplay again but i’m tired as heckie atm so when i wake up i am definitely going to be hitting some of you lovely new faces up for some of those darn arpees <3
Reblog if you RP a character from Descendants of Darkness (Yami no Matsuei)
Genderbents and OCs welcome.
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It took everything within the cursed shinigami to not stalk right over and throttle Doumeki. Two years and however many sleepless nights worrying, then stewing in anger before fading to apathy, only for it to start anew weeks later when he would find himself in need of a...
The Black One rumbled pleasantly in the back of Terazuma's mind at the shift from anxious irritation to calm. They'd both missed this one, and a bit of the lion presented itself when Terazuma leaned in closer, turning his head and spitting the remainder of his burnt out cigarette away then burying his face in the side of Doumeki's neck with a deep inhalation through his nose. And oh, there was that smell he so missed, beneath the musk of cotton fiber and the faintest hint of sweat, that sweet scent of purification and light and energy. It made the shinigami release an almost pitiful noise, so entralled he was.
Terazuma allowed himself only a scant few moments to simply refamiliarize himself with Doumeki's scent and presence before he drew back to peer at him again. "Where's my souvenir?" He quipped in his usual annoyed tone in lieu of the want to demand answers, one hand releasing the other's shirt in favor of digging into one of his pockets for a smoke, because damned if he didn't need one now. It was either suck down a cancer stick or possibly cry his relief, and he was much too much of a hardass to do that. At least he claimed as such. (Also, he was not a pretty crier, and even if Doumeki was an asshole for popping out of his existance without a word, no one deserved to be subjected to that.)
Reunion
"Yo."
Not exactly the ideal greeting to give a partner you haven’t seen in two years, but Doumeki had never been one for mushy reunions. He’d at least admit to himself that he missed Terazuma and what adventures they had so long ago.
"So…" Again, he wasn’t all that adept at conversation. He had an inkling feeling that the taller male would either embrace him or strike him for vanishing suddenly.
Possibly both.
It took everything within the cursed shinigami to not stalk right over and throttle Doumeki. Two years and however many sleepless nights worrying, then stewing in anger before fading to apathy, only for it to start anew weeks later when he would find himself in need of a drink and imediately thinking of the younger shinigami. It wasn't healthy to obsess so much, but really, at least to himself Terazuma could admit that he had so few friends, and none as important as his senior partner, whom was only second to the aforementioned shinigami standing just meters away.
Sharp teeth sunk into the filter of his cigarette, chewing fervently. Terazuma narrowed his eyes at the single syllable greeting. It was typical, expected, and touched something deep within his chest; how even after all this time-- which wasn't even much for a shinigami to be honest-- the familiarity of the short, concise acknowledgement stirred up the butterflies in his stomach and made the Black One suddenly perk up. Pure One, followed by a memory of Doumeki's face from a time the two had stolen away from work with a couple bottles of sake and spent the afternoon drinking, smoking, and lounging on a grassy hill in the human world, simply wasting time in each other's company. Even the shikigami had been at ease then. Fucking great, the damn cat missed that asshole too.
And then Doumeki had to audacity to looked exactly as he had the last time he'd seen him. Bored expression with eyes that wouldn't meet his, guarded, wary. It wasn't an unusual thing with Doumeki, but then, Terazuma understood only too well what emotional baggage the man had. It wasn't his place to pry. A man had need for secrecy. But two years of being off the grid was not cool. The taller shinigami quickly closed the gap between them, hands fisting in Doumeki's shirt and pushing, pressing, until the both of them were backed up to the wall and Terazuma was all up in his face, red eyes burning brightly with welling emotions that caught on his tongue and tied it. There were so many words that needed to be said.
Instead, however, those red eyes bore into black ones for a moment before an exhale, deep and heavy, and Terazuma sunk down, forehead thumping lightly against Doumeki's. "You get lost or something, idiot?"
ooc;
Taking a hiatus from Terazuma. Need to sort some shit.
You just made a greeting and now you have to make ANOTHER one because some ass hole showed up late
"Hold up. Everything you said made me want to gag and vomit everywhere. Which would suck because then I’d be compelled to clean that shit up. Don’t give me more work to do, ass hole."
Levi placed his hand upon his hips, sighing at this stupid as fuck conversation. “If you were dead we would not be talking. I think that’s obvious as all fuck but… maybe not. Furthermore, I think I already said if my dick got anywhere near you I’d want to cut it off. The same goes for your dick. Also. If you call me a baby again. You’re going to lose something. Probably that dick you’re so determined to whip out at me. I’ll give it to Eren to play with so it’ll finally be put to good use. Don’t worry.”
"Oh my fucking Gods, you... are hilarious as shit, goddamn." Seriously, this guy was a riot. What the actual fuck. "Alright alright, chibs. Don't get your knickers in a twist there. How the fuck is it so hard to grasp the fact that I'm dead? Because you can see me? Because I can backtalk like a motherfucker? Look, whatever your fucking name is, try and broaden your damn mind."
Terazuma crossed his arms over his chest and peered down at the other man. "And seriously, get off my trouser snake for five minutes already. This anaconda don't want none if you ain't got buns, hon. Also, yeah. I don't do mortals. Bad policy and whatnot."
I know I’m “only” 21 but the RP world often makes me feel so incredibly old with all these 14&15 year olds and such. So…how about, reblog if you’re a roleplayer and you’re 20+.
Hisoka didn't particularly think that he was all that badass or sassy at all. He considered himself, for the most part, a hot mess; weak and needy from the addiction he could not escape from. He wasn't even sure why or how he'd managed to let everything get as bad as it was, and he hoped that Terazuma really understood the extent of what he was about to get himself into.
The last time that he had attempted to do this had not ended particularly well to say the least. He'd taken a few days from work, locked his doors, ignored Kazutaka's phone calls (which had done nothing but sent him into a panic attack), and eventually, everything led to him almost shooting himself through the head. He'd gotten about twenty-four hours through the entire ordeal; the only reason he standing there, talking to Terazuma and wasn't dead for real was because he'd apparently ignored Muraki for too long, and his demonic psychopath at least cared enough to find out why. It was why there were bullet holes in his walls, the good doctor had emptied the damn clip into it. "You..." he started finally, after a moment of thinking about it. "You can't leave me alone, Terazuma... No matter what I say or what I do, you can't leave me alone..." Terazuma's Shikigami would also have to understand, and not freak out every time he touched Hisoka or Hisoka touched him. He looked right at him then, "and I will get particularly creative to try and get you to give me what I want..." He'd freaked his partner out once like that. Muraki sometimes would completely stop touching him just to see how far or how long he could go without him, and there was one night, after work, when the both of them were drunk at a bar, in the bathroom, and things were about to get interesting, that Hisoka wrapped Tsuzuki's hand around his throat and told him that he wanted him to squeeze until he nearly passed out. That had completely ruined that, and just about any chance for anything else. He tipped his head down then, unwilling to look at him, "I... I have... almost no self-respect... so that means that I will try anything..." He was destroying the image that Terazuma had of him, and it was awful, but if Terazuma was going to do this for him, then he needed to understand what he was really getting himself into, and be able to pull out before it was too late. He wanted Terazuma to like him. He'd always wanted Terazuma to like him, ever since he saw him at the archery dojo that one day before the company contest. He'd always considered the other Shinigami to be one of the most badass people that he knew, and the last thing he wanted was for him to know what exactly he was like on the inside. That was the last thing that he wanted, but if he was going to go home with Terazuma, then the other was going to know what he was like on the inside eventually.
"Throw whatever you want at me." He understood this was going to be trying for the both of them, but you didn't get anywhere in life without struggle, and the kid so desperately wanted to be fixed of this obsession. Fuck, Terazuma could already foresee this going to shit. That just made the need to make it work and last burn hotter. He wouldn't fail the kid, he just wouldn't.
"We'll get you through this, Hisoka." He'd already made his mind up. There was no backing down, now. Hisoka needed him and he wouldn't disappoint. "So, finish up your cake and coffee." It was a good thing he decided on his biscotti, a snack would do well for the both of them. He took another sip of his latte and tore into the biscuit. They had a lot ahead of them, best to get started right away.
To be honest, Hisoka was far more worried about himself, and what would happen to him and what he would do without that constant fix, than he was worried about Muraki. He doubted that Muraki would really give a shit, one way or another. His demonic psychopath was far more interested in the response and the reaction than he was truly interested in Hisoka's well-being and emotions, and, whether or not the blonde shinigami cared to admit it, could always find another pet. Muraki could always find someone new. He could always get another one. He could always brainwash someone else. Hisoka was less concerned about Muraki doing something to him, personally, than he was worried about the withdrawals he would have, and there would be withdrawals. The entire thing was an addiction. A drug that he needed. However, the visual discription that Terazuma had left him with, eating Muraki's face, was a sweet one. A blush spread over his cheeks then. "I thought that I could do it... I thought that I could handle it on my own, but I guess... I guess I can't..." But, it seemed as though he didn't need to worry about that. Terazuma was offering...
"Are you... Are you..." he took a deep, shuddering breath into his lungs and then let it out. "Would you really... help me?" he asked, biting down on his bottom lip, and looking up at him with wide emerald-coloured eyes. He knew that Terazuma didn't particularly like Tsuzuki, and Tsuzuki considered their entire relationship nothing more than a healthy company rivalry, and not something that he particularly ever talked about, but Tsuzuki almost never talked about his personal life outside of the office, which made the blonde assume that he probably didn't actually have one. He did, though, know that Terazuma was right about mostly everything; everyone at the office babied Tsuzuki, especially Tatsumi (which was a surprise all things considered) and the Chief even, and no one ever talked about why. Hisoka knew a few things about it, things that he'd heard his Shikigami talking about when he didn't think anyone was listening, things that he'd heard of learned from the other Shikigami when he was in Gensokai. A lot of them thought that Tsuzuki was half youkai, or something like that, and had had some kind of traumatic awakening or explosion when he was a child, something that had back-lashed and killed a lot of people. Hisoka tried his best to be sympathetic toward the entire ordeal, but considering his human life had been nothing but shit, and his afterlife had been filled with being brainwashed, desensitized and completely destroyed by Muraki, there wasn't much sympathy to be had. He would have preferred that Tsuzuki owned it, controlled it and became the badass that he knew was in there somewhere. He surely needed someone to be a badass for him right about now. Which was where Terazuma had suddenly come in. He blinked as the cursed shinigami in question rambled on about how he hadn't had a good night's sleep in months, years, an extremely long time, and about how he just went until he couldn't go anymore, and then collapsed from exhaustion. His brain connected to that thought, and he instantly thought of how it would be to curl around someone who was stronger than he was, cuddle into that person, cuddle into Terazuma and just fall asleep. Another blush immediately spread over his cheeks, turning them red all the way up to his ears. "Can I..." he started, "can I really stay with you? It wouldn't be too much trouble... You wouldn't mind? Are you sure it would be okay? I'm... I might be... high maintenance... I mean..." It was better to just get it all out in front of him, so that the other could make a good decision. "This... the withdrawals I'm going to have are going to look like I have a massive drug addiction... I tried to do this myself once... It didn't turn out too good..." he breathed. "I might say... awful things... try to leave... try to go back... I might want something you can't... or don't want to give to me... My shields might break apart... what keeps me from feeling every feeling that you have... because I won't be able to hold them up in whatever state I'll be in... The last time I tried to do this, I didn't get very far..." He liked Terazuma. "I... I like you... I don't want you to hate me at the end of this..." he whispered.
"Oi, there's nothing wrong with needing help, Hisoka." Damn, did he really just say the kid's name? Well, this was a serious conversation. Terazuma buckled down and looked the blond in the eye. "You need me for anything, all you have to do is say the word." And the shocking part was that he truly meant that.
The cursed shinigami was renowned for his anti social behaviors, but he felt a kinship with Hisoka, what with being the second youngest shinigami in their department. They had to look out for each other.
And it totally didn't have to do with that incident at the archery contest. Nope. Not one bit.
Ah hell, who was he kidding. The kid made an impression then and just kept it at the forefront of Terazuma's mind whenever he and Tsuzuki would butt heads and the little blond threatened to touch him to stir his shikigami. The kid had sass and big set of balls. It was pretty badass, actually.
And if that badass kid needed help with making sure he didn't relapse and go back to the fucker that got him all hopped up on pain, Terazuma was just the asshole to do it. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. I have spare futon and a shit ton of closet space, as long as you can put up with my smoking and the fact I'm a shitty morning person."
Terazuma nodded in understanding to the fears the blond held regarding his withdrawals. That would be hell for the kid, but the cursed shinigami was confident he could help. There was no way in hell he could ever come to hate Hisoka, that much he was certain of. "Lets make a deal. You don't hate me when all this shit is said and done, and I won't hate you." The corners of his mouth twitched upward in a smile, even if it was a bit shaky. Smiling really wasn't his forte after all.
You just made a greeting and now you have to make ANOTHER one because some ass hole showed up late
”I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about but I’m quite certain you’re full of absolute shit. So. When you get that crap out of your system maybe we can have a real talk. Because I’ll choke on my own dick before I believe that you’re ninety some years old. Do I look like I was born fucking yesterday you ignorant shit? No? I didn’t fucking think so.
It’d be all well and good if people stopped going on the hunt for my cock. I don’t intend to be giving it to anyone. Especially you.”
"Don't you fucking pay attention? I already told you I was fucking dead. I died at this age, so of fucking course I haven't aged since. That'd be fucked up, being dead but sill growing old and shit. Wait that would be fucking hilarious, shit."
"But fine, don't fucking believe me on my word. Want a goddamn demonstration, chibs?" Terazuma gave no fucks.
"Did we not establish I don't want to see your diddler already? Fuck, don't tell me you're all hard up for mine or something. Is that why you keep talking about them? Like I fucking said, I ain't into babies."
There was a part of him that wasn't certain whether or not confessing all of this insane madness to Terazuma, someone who wasn't even really involved in any of it, was a good idea; this was something, this was a problem that he hadn't even told his own partner about yet, though, that was mostly due to the fact that he was sure that Tsuzuki would blame himself completely and entirely for the whole mess. Hisoka couldn't say that it wasn't partly caused by Tsuzuki and their relationship therein, but it most certainly wasn't the other's fault. It was a choice, and a choice that he had made all on his own, just as this was a choice, just as confessing everything that had happened to Terazuma, whom he both had a crush on, and had had a crush on since the company archery contest, and was not involved, was an active choice he was making. "T-Terazuma..." he started, after a moment, after listening to everything that the other had to say. "I got... involved with someone who is dangerous... I got involved with two someones that are dangerous... I didn't actually think that it would be a problem. I thought that because I was a Shinigami... That I could handle it... Apparently, I can't."
He'd had a massive anxiety attack the other day while on the job; he'd thought about things that he'd never even considered before, and he'd almost gotten someone killed, he'd almost gotten the person that they were trying to protect killed, he'd almost accidentally gotten Tsuzuki killed, all the while trying to pretend that there was nothing going on between him and Muraki. Why the fuck did it have to be Muraki on the last mission? Why couldn't it have been some other demonic psychopath. Why did it have to be HIS demonic psychopath? So, there he was, torn between Muraki and Tsuzuki, and not being able to make a choice about either one. Tsuzuki was his partner, but Muraki was his master and his lover... And he had no idea what to do with either of them. He'd told the Chief, after everything had been said and done, that he was having issues and stress caused by the traumatic events of his human life, and he'd taken some time off. He'd gotten involved with Kazutaka at the beginning, originally, because he knew that he could never have Tsuzuki, but eventually his "relationship" with Kazutaka had turned into an obsession, something that he needed, something that he craved, and wanted every second of every moment of every day, and now it was consuming his life, consuming him and turning him into a different person, a person that he didn't like. It was at the point where he didn't WANT to tell Tsuzuki. He didn't want Tsuzuki knowing anything about it, only that it was something that he was taking care of, in someway or another. Tsuzuki would, honestly, just blame himself for the entire ordeal, and he'd end up making Hisoka feel bad and making everything worse. "I don't... I don't want to do this anymore... because it's going to get someone that I care about killed, but... I can't stop... if I stop... everything'll get worse..." he whispered. "The nightmares'll come back... the panic attacks will come back... the memories, the feelings and everything will come back if I stop... but... if I don't... someone will eventually die, someone that I care about will eventually have something horrible happen to them, because I made a bad decision... I don't know what to do, and I can't do this on my own... and I DON'T want Tsuzuki to help... He'll just make it worse. His sweet personality... he won't understand..." He looked up at Terazuma, "Terazuma, I'm a masochist, and it's going to get someone killed.."
Listening to the kid talk, Terazuma wasn't sure what his expected reaction was suppose to be. Did Hisoka think he'd be disgusted with him? Okay, so the blond liked pain. Big whoop. The part about wanting to get out of this toxic relationship he'd gotten himself into, well, it was totally alright.
The part where it could potentially kill someone, not so alright. Not that he'd let that happen. Honestly, he felt really bad for Hisoka right then, to be stuck wanting to get out but having to acknowledge the ramifications.
"Its gonna hurt. Like a fucking bitch. It was a stupid idea that just because you're a shinigami you can handle it. You know we can take a shit ton of pain, but even we have limits, especially when you're still learning the ropes. But shit happens." He couldn't fault the kid, hell, when he was a rookie he thought he was hot shit too, up until he nearly died on his first mission and got saddled with the Black One.
Okay, fuck it, he was having as cigarette. Terazuma pandered through his pockets, silently cursing his because fuck who that it was such a grand idea to have so many fucking pockets in an outfit seriously oh right shirt pocket like always, until he dug one out and lit it, taking a deep inhalation. The nicotine kicked in right away, helping to calm his mind though it stirred the shikigami. "Now, who the fuck says that Tsuzuki has to be involved? He's your partner on the job. This? Not part of the job, thus he can take a fucking hike, it's not his concern. I already told you, you ain't alone, but you don't have to rely on him if you can't. You got me too, kiddo."
The fact that Hisoka did pick him, trusted him with such information, sought his guidance or whatever this way because honestly he has shit advice, caused a little spark of emotion to burn in his chest. Clearing his throat, Terazuma continued speaking, "you want out, all you gotta do is get out. It's simple as that. Tell him to fuck off and bounce. He tries anything and I'll eat his face. And what happens after that, well, yeah. That shit won't go away easy, but nothing in life is. Or rather, afterlife, what the fuck ever." His brows furrowed a bit. "Hell, kiddo. We all have fucking nightmares. I don't even fucking know what a good nights sleep is, I just fucking go until I'm so goddamn tired I pass out for a damn catnap. But just... you're not alone. And you know where my apartment is. I got a sweet TV, we could watch shitty movies or something. I don't know."
Now he felt like he was just rambling, which made a flush of annoyance at himself spread across his face as he quieted back down, picking up his mug and taking a healthy sip of his latte.
#also why cant you guys stop talking about dicks jaysus
((Look. Dicks and shit. He’s got a lot to say about them. :’| ))
And he wonders why he attracts so many weird ass fuckers.
Listen hur u
dont deny his talk of dicks brings all the pervs to the yard and theyr liek ‘lemme see it’ and youre all ‘fucking die’
this is Levis life. the struggle.
He didn't choose the Levi life, the Levi life chose him. *Sheds manly tear*
#also why cant you guys stop talking about dicks jaysus
((Look. Dicks and shit. He’s got a lot to say about them. :’| ))
And he wonders why he attracts so many weird ass fuckers.
Listen hur u
dont deny his talk of dicks brings all the pervs to the yard and theyr liek 'lemme see it' and youre all 'fucking die'
#also why cant you guys stop talking about dicks jaysus
((Look. Dicks and shit. He’s got a lot to say about them. :’| ))
And he wonders why he attracts so many weird ass fuckers.
You just made a greeting and now you have to make ANOTHER one because some ass hole showed up late
"Look ass hole. I don’t decide these shit uniforms. So why don’t you take it up with someone who gives a fuck." He snarled at the other’s words. This interaction was becoming more and more irritating. "Cradle robber? Do I look like a fifteen year old shit to you? I’m well into my thirties. But continue not being interested because I’d rather sacrifice my balls to a titan than get my dick anywhere near you."
"Fuck, goddamn. No opinions around you, got it chief." The shinigami grumbled a bit. "No shit, sherlock. You don't have a fucking baby face, so you obviously ain't jailbait. Doesn't change the fact that I'm... Alright, hold on a sec, lets see..." He counted on his fingers then continued, "God, I'm fucking over sixty years older than you. And christ, chibs, not everyone wants your golden cock, get over yourself. You see this?" Terazuma gestured to himself. "I so over getting in anyone pants, thank you very much. It ain't worth it when you've got a fucking shitty demon cat that likes to fucking take over and try to eat your bed mates. So take that and savor the taste, midge."
He bitched and groaned to himself for a bit longer while digging through his pockets because fuck, he needed a damn cigarette badly. This is what he gets for trying to strike up a conversation; he runs into the crabbiest fucker around.
It was actually kinda fine with him, he needed more sniping partners. Kannuki would flip a shit, but in a cute way of course, if she found out.
reblog if you've killed a man.
Incidence // CLOSED RP // surlyshinigami
"well—-" Yes, he’d packed plenty of cakes for Kagan, and himself, and made enough sandwhiches to feed an army…
"Might as well go ahead and smack me then…." A sheepish grin. "I made sourdough sandwiches for you. I brought stuff to put on it since I didn’t know what you cared for." Tsuzuki sets down a blanket first, before he starts pulling things out- It’s really a proper picnic, which should be surprising. He put effort into this, to say the least…
"Help yourself."
Ohh, Tsuzuki must have been talking to Wakaba then, because fuck yes sourdough. The cursed shinigami gave the elder a rather bright for him smile and tucked in.
The eating bit didn't take long at all. Terazuma neatly scarfed down a fair share, though he did mind his manners enough to not hog it all like the fatass he really was. But man, food was such a good thing. Once he was full, he sighed happily and waited for the other to finish himself, lighting up a smoke for the meanwhile.
