#go-forth-and-live

[tharacelehar]

Here’s a throwback: K Project 😎

oh my god I forgot this was in my queue!!!!

Favorite character: MUNAKATAAAAAA, oh wow I can’t bring myself to catch up on K related material but I still love him. There will always be a special place in my heart for one (1) dramatic puzzle loving bureaucrat, who managed to be a silly nerd with a heart of gold and a sadistic bastard, all at once. He was such a fun bundle of contradictions!

Second favorite character: this is so tough, mostly because I don’t remember very many people. Gosh. Zenjo? Tenkei, maybe? And I always love Awashima.

Least favorite character: Oh, Nagare, hands down. I got so tired of that guy. What the hell was season 2 about, even?

The character I’m most like: I don’t know! I think if I am like anyone it’s probably Awashima.

Favorite pairing: I hope you don’t mind me saying The Great Crossover Ship. I think a couple days ago I saw a picture of a black cat and a white cat and I was like, oh, it’s them! :’) I like to think they are still out there, trying to destroy each other at low stakes games unless anyone else happens to play against them, in which case they team up to ensure the absolute unparalleled destruction of their enemies. What are they doing in 2020? I would assume Reisi is crashing the squad’s game of Among Us. Hypothetical scenario for Munalsielle: would Reisi try to cover for her if she was the impostor, just because he loves her and enjoys seeing her wreak havoc? I think he would. Note: I have never played Among Us

Least favorite pairing: I guess, besides the obvious ones (Anna/anyone, etc)... I don’t know! I don’t really have a least favorite pairing, because I mostly don’t care about characters who aren’t Munakata Reisi. I’d probably skip over a lot of things, but nothing actively annoys me. I did get tired of the fandom prominence of MikoRei when I would have preferred Zenjo/Reisi or Tenkei/Reisi, but I get it, tragic star-crossed enemies and all.

Favorite moment: still the Kuroh/Reisi fight scene, which is the first scene I ever saw. I saw Reisi and I was just like, hm, that one is mine now!

Rating out of 10: 6/10, moderately fun, but the side materials and Munakata Reisi are really the most important things about this show

[akumanoken]

2-4 with the obvious caveat for 4 being "not right now" lmao

Questions for the mun (accepting) @go-forth-and-live

2. What's your favourite colour?

My favorite color?? It’s purple!! I love purple and soft pinks!!!

3. What's your favourite animal?

While all animals are good animals, I love monkeys.  I just... they’re so cute and sassy and I love watching them hang out and play around

4. Do you like to travel?

I do!! I haven’t done a ton of traveling, but I do love it.  I’m always looking at travel things and daydreaming of going LOL

[hhemeraa-a]

@go-forth-and-live gets a starter because I said so.

        Incorporeal body floats in a void between this world and the next, darkness seemingly never ending, timeless, impossible to discern from up and down, left or right, consciousness simply... existing in a continuous loop of nothingness to the point where he simply... tunes it all out. Not for the first few decades of course. Wasted energy spent violently screaming in pain, unable to leave that godforsaken rock after his human betrayed him. A selfish thing, through and through -- all he had to do was give up the one stone, to pass it on in a will, give it to a grandchild, leave it in the safe, on a table, so anyone, anyone may find it so he could at the very least exist and yet here he was, buried amongst the rest of human’s treasures that decayed and withered except for him. Stuck in the ever shifting red and black crystal gem that looked like a vivid living broken shard and years tick by with ruthless persistence. That’s when he finally... stops. Lets the darkness envelope him to conserve what little life in him he had left, unable to die and unable to live-- he can’t even remember what he did to deserve this anymore.

       But thing wakes with a start. He feels... warm? Wait, cold? He feels... air, blip-its of light and -- there’s that warmth again, is someone holding him? Only when he tries to ‘see’ does he realize how long he’s been trapped, vision is blurred, murky, there’s a voice,  but the shackles that held him down were suddenly released. Mind folds in on itself in a hysteric excitement, but weakness litters age old body that tried to piece itself together enough to see who was responsible for his freedom only to force small blackouts. If he had teeth, they would be biting bloody into his lip in frustration at the skips in time, attempting to pool whatever reserves he had. 

       A pitch blackness begins to pool on the ground just feet away from man who holds the stone, slowly at first as if trying to find its way and break free with aching strength. Something sharp emerges -- glinting off whatever light with an eerie silence that would have to be seen first and then heard. Dagger like tips claw into unfamiliar ground like a knife in butter as thing pulls itself out with a predatory catlike swiftness. Crystalline body flickers and fades in and out of existence looming with hollowed chest whose spindling ribs made of onyx glass and jagged edges arched protectively over a similar red stone that pulsed irregularly before taking on a rhythm of its own, making thin veil of unnatural grey white skin ripple waves of black. 

       It was perfect in its imperfection, everything flawed yet flawless for its intent; It was clear that whatever this thing was, it was meant for hunting. Face smooth, black holes that carried the void with them in place where eyes should be, chilling whatever they happened to gazed upon with a dark and biting cold, and it sniffed at the air, only assumed by the odd jerking motion it’s head made towards the source only to be hindered by the one thing couldn’t possibly touch.

       A metallic sound emanated from its core like metal clicking and grinding together in a false growl, but despite its impatience after decades of not eating, it forced self-control just barely. Once standing taller than the other, it now lowered and hunched so ‘vision’ could match theirs with ethereal teeth, long and made for tearing, bared at newly made ‘owner’. Vocal cords take longer to form, not natural to his native shape and this puppet form lacked the proper sustenance to create the more delicate human pieces, but it manages.  

       “M̛̼̻͖̏̿͐͊e̩̹̞̠͔͉̍͌̎͊̓.̨̫̲̂́͊̈̄“ Single razor sharp claw delicately points in its direction as nonthreatening as it possibly could be. Jaw cracks open to hiss out an unnatural sound, defaulting to English since it was the last language he used, and bones crack loud as they lean lower to try and focus on where the stone the other held was. Point returns back to itself. “Ÿ̼̲̝̫͎́ͣͮ̓̽̅o͚͇̞̺͈ų̘͉̆r̪ͬ̀s̰͈̥ͥ.͈̦͒͐͑̑̈́̏ͪ.”

[betterdcyz-a]

Ship bias! For Mistah Spectacles 8)

Send ‘Ship Bias’ and I will share up to 5 Ships I have a bias for my muse! / accepting!

Easy!

Hakkai/Gojyo

Hakkai/Sanzo

Hakkai/Kougaiji ( ‘cos that was a thing, and I still kind of dig it lmao )

Hakkai/Yaone

I guess maybe even Hakkai/Hazel xD 

[betterdcyz-a]

Shyly sets down a 🎂

If we’re mutuals, send 🎂 and I’ll make you a treat! / accepting!

All done!!

[akumanoken]

[a red laser dot appears on your face. what is that??? oh no!!! it's a sniper!!!! up on the rooftops!!!!! oh no the sniper has shot you with a lethal dose of LOVE AND SUPPORT!!!!! the passersby gasp and dive for cover. i pack up my Friendship rifle. my work here is done.]

@go-forth-and-live

I lay there on the ground.... hearts pooling around me like blood would had this been a more dangerous attack.  Screams echo, the world spiraling into chaos, but I feel numb to it.  I’ve been struck, hit with love... right between the eyes.  I cannot move... 

But I am not dead.  I will have my revenge... someone's friendship will be returned tenfold...

[hhemeraa]

🖐️ 👀👀👀👀

Tension

🖐️   //   put  a  hand  around  my  muse’s  throat . @go-forth-and-live

“You’re both very pretty like this.”

         Having control of his human flesh suit was of great benefit at times like this. Frame looked normal, athletic as it always did, but its density increased, he was heavier, far heavier than he looked and the undead straddled over the priest with a smile, knowing that even the demon beneath him couldn’t wiggle free. How his pride must hurt being trapped in such a weak mortal body... Hands are soft, but grip is strong, pressing along the bloodways of Varahal’s throat allowing him to breathe, but the feeling of lightheadedness to increase the longer he cut off the flow. 

        “You won’t die like this,” creature leaned down, twisted smile curling as he smells the sweat and hears his heartbeat race the harder he squeezed, “but I can tell you’re enjoying it. Both of you are... relax, once you get your breathing in order, we can move on to something a bit more...” hips pressed and nudged forward over their waist, brief lick tasting the anxiety that radiated not from Varahal, but Hazel from beneath, “fun.”

[hhemeraa]

@go-forth-and-live​

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