#annihilationtype

[iinvertedheavens]

@annihilationtype has been trapped on the Moon.

The first thing he noticed before his eyes even opened was his bed certainly wasn't the right softness nor firmness. Which already had him groaning about whatever strangeness will greet him the moment he made the conscious choice to open his eyes and face whatever the fuck this is gonna be.

The second thing he noticed was what he heard. The heavy sound of metal plates being tapped on, of metal bars being hit, and hushed and panicked whispering and yelling.

There wasn't enough time for a third thing since the bars of his cell was already being bent out of shape by a body being thrown into it.

Toji got up after a heavy sigh and a prayer to a god he had absolutely no faith in, to make this but a short lived experience.

"Hey, dude with the tattoos," He called out, spotting the only still standing man on the other side of his cell.

"If you're gonna be break shit, can you break these bars for me? Make it worth your while probably."

[heartblazing]

"You ever make a man's dead heart beat again?"

"Wrong, I love my wife."

[hollowfaith]

Another stranger, another room—except this one has exceptionally high ceilings and four tiers of platforms from floor to roof.

There was so much going on with this guy's face that Aurelius has to squint to get a better look. It's difficult, however, when they're not close. Standing on a level 2 platform with his wooden spear by his side, Aurelius shades his eyes to peer at the redhead crouched a couple levels higher. Occasionally, floating platforms moving back and forth obscure his vision.

"Machine or human?" he calls up curtly. "And do make your choice quickly."

"If you're going to be another one of those beeping things trying to kill me, I'd prefer we cut to the chase now so that I can move on."

@annihilationtype ໒꒱

[skullrender]

referee application.

name: akaza. just akaza. age: don’t let the baby face fool you - i’m over a hundred.

position: referee preferably, but willing to work anywhere.

relevant experience: worked as a guardian of a lord’s castle for some time, as well as being the sole practitioner of a fighting style meant to subdue, not kill. he’s been a demon for 100 years, he’s good at what he does.

why did you choose this position?: was told i would be good at it. why are you interested in working here?: also been told i need to ‘get out more often.’

“that experience o ‘ yours holds my interest, certainly, and ya don’t look like no pushover, either.” a young man who can hold his own and then some. without saying more, he’d already successfully caught the warriors eye.

“consider th’ spot yours. i’ll introduce ya to renni, while we’re at it, she can help run ya through the basics.” he’ll chime in if he needs to. “don’t go shyin’ from the ring on your free time, either... i’m curious t’ see ya dance, akaza!” 

 @annihilationtype​

[redhorseman]

@annihilationtype

The Cotes ward had become War's main hub for living and relaxation. Although one may not think the horseman the type to relax; this was actually how he kept himself going day to day. Amongst other things.

At the moment he was sitting on a stone under a waterfall. His demonic armor and other bits of clothing besides his pants had been shed and was set to the side. The water pounded against his shoulders and back harshly, but he sat upright with his legs crossed, despite the immense pressure.

His eyes closed, he wore a frown on his face; but trust that he was relaxed despite that expression.

Surrounding the water were birds. Birds of different colors and sizes; most of them small.

However, something startled the birds, and they fluttered off as footsteps approached. War kept his eyes closed; one might think that he was asleep, but trust that he was not!

[paraunfinal]

@annihilationtype

not having a single purpose here... nor the drive... nor a hefty bank account to distract himself with... means ángel's become something of a half-hearted people-watcher in this city. what can he say? the quirky cast of citizens keeps his mind occupied.

on a related note, does this kid look a little green in the face or...? ack! well yes, getting caught certainly confirms it! not worth the terrible first impression, however!

"oh, i wasn't--" he blanks (something the man's never really had to kick himself for until recently). "your... tattoos!" good save; the finger snap added some flair to it, surely.

looking now, though, that is a lot of ink! enough for ángel to spare himself the self-deprecation following his social blunder and instead marvel at the artistry. "i thought i had award-winning pain tolerance... that's intense, kid. real clean, too. who's your artist?"

[isolaradiale]

Upon prior reserve, I would like to apply for Akaza from Demon Slayer! His app is located under /app on his blog.

Welcome to shining Isola Radiale, Akaza!

You will be staying in CONDO 410

You will retain your Immense Regeneration, you will be able to heal minor to moderate wounds.

Enjoy your stay!

⋆｡°✩ Segin

[diviinechild]

@annihilationtype | cont. from ❄️

All Douma could think was that nothing ever changed between them, that even for their time apart, they could play like this again.

How delightful.

Of course he doesn't even dodge when that swing comes right for his jawline, but the previous strength of those punches had been reduced to that of a mere human, so it simply impacted and scraped across the leader, jerking his head to the side.

"Oh...oh you poor thing, I forgot for a moment you were like a newborn babe in this place."

A laugh rings out, soft and airy as he rubbed at that bruise that quickly dissolved into his pale skin. He wouldn't dare express his disappointment of not losing his entire jaw like usual, all in due time! This was just horseplay after all, how they bonded.

"How have you been, Lord Akaza! Things felt so incomplete without you around, and while Lord Kokushibo and I have been getting settled in, Master Muzan seems to only be concerned hiding away in his home. So boring."