HOO HOO another good one, though like a complete opposite of bart and szs
Exorcism -- Creep-P (Eyeris) (cws for eye/body horror in the video, cw abuse in song)
HE IS SPEAKING; SPEAKING FOR ME I'M A WORTHLESS HUMAN BEING
Prowl Great Cain -- The Mountain Goats
Wonder if you'll ever get the chance to ask me why I turned you inI saved my own skin but I live to fight, I live to fight another dayStill remember how brave you were when they came to take you away
The Mother We Share -- CHVRCHES
We've come as farAs we're ever gonna getUntil you realizeThat you should go
🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 [can be all different muses i just liked the sound of Five Fun Facts]
Five Fun Facts For My Five Affiliated OCs!
🌟 bunji knows 8 languages including jsl; related factoid: he’s super into soap operas bc i mean he just is but he also feels they’re a good tool to get a jump on learning a langauge you don’t speak
🌟 i don’t think it ever came up in canon (and i almost certainly won’t use w1 of him again) but hozumi’s dad was a really infamous conman magician and his biological mom was……. an assassin
🌟 jacoby is lactose intolerant!
🌟 jericho is awful. thats your fact jericho owns all the zero escape watches even though i don’t think they’ve actually played the games. they just really like watches.
🌟 there are no fun facts about kirshit bc hes an awful oc. he eats raw meat to purposefully make himself sick he’s gross
“Do you really think you can get away with this?” she asks, circling around them like a lioness circles her prey. She doesn’t hold a sword, like she’d prefer, because despite her willfulness, she hadn’t yet discovered one of those inside of the place they were all trapped. But a long kitchen knife would do just fine, she figures, holding it deftly between her fingers.
The object of her question just chuckles, surprisingly lightly for someone being held at knifepoint, their long legs keeping them out of her reach, for now. “Well… yes? I mean, I’ve certainly been getting away with it for years, haven’t I? I don’t have any plans to not get away with it, or to out myself, God forbid, or anything silly like that. So… short answer yes, basically. Though, I apologize, short answers aren’t my fort–”
Shizuka is good–she uses the time they spend blabbing to strike, but Jericho almost dances out of the way, smirking. “Stay still, you can’t run from your crimes forever.”
“Oooor can I? You know, I really think I can. Who’s going to believe you, if you tried to tell anybody about it? Jericho van Halen? A serial killer? You’re hilarious, Haruo. Or… you’re not Haruo, right now, are you?” They dodge another attempt with the knife, though this one is closer to hitting them. “You know, we’re really not all that different, you and I. We’re both… you know… serial killers. Though you’re more famous for yours than I am, of course. And–”
The words seem to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back; Shizuka freezes, before straight up running at the actor, who goes to move out of the way once again but is tripped up by the suddenness of it and goes down, with Shizuka moving in for the kill. She straddles them and goes to stab their chest but Jericho grabs her wrist and twists, the knife clattering to the floor. The smirk returns to their face, but perhaps a bit prematurely. They’d let their guard down, figuring that with the knife out of the way, she’d either stop or go after the knife.
They would be wrong.
The loss of her knife does not stop her; she continues to strike at them, hitting, punching, and clawing at their head and face. A few of the errant strikes manage to knock their hair loose, the twists splaying around their head like a dark halo. At last, there’s the pause that Jericho was expecting in the first place. Their eyes meet, purple locking with brown, their panting breaths the only sound in the room. They have almost a foot on her, not to mention the, what, fifty pounds they have on her? This should be simple–
She strikes first, grabbing toward the twists and– “H-hey, what are y–g-ghrk–!” Their eyes widen in actual fear as their own hair is wrapped around their throat and pulled tight, causing them to sputter and choke. They begin fighting back immediately, of course, but… oh man, this girl is stronger than she looks. But then, she’d have to be to have killed almost fifty people with a sword, they suppose.
Their teeth are gritted tight as their hands tear at her own, trying to loosen them or the twists that she holds, but to no avail. They writhe beneath her, trying to throw her off, but suddenly even with the fifty pounds they have on her she feels so heavy–Their hair is pulled more tightly around their throat and they sputter, still fighting–in vain, it seems–to get her off of them. Despite the small breaths they’ve managed to suck in, their lungs are beginning to burn. And even those small breaths are decreasing in number; she’s making sure of that.
With black beginning to edge in at the sides of their vision, they cock their fist back and land a blow to her face. She grunts, head flying back, but doesn’t relinquish her grip. There’s almost a calm serenity to her actions now, despite the barely contained fury, and it absolutely enrages them. Another punch, this time bloodying her nose, and surely that has to–
Shizuka slams her head down, headbutting them directly in the face and shattering their nose, getting a garbled, strangled cry from the movie star. They try, with increasing desperation to get air, or to get her off of them, but to no avail; her hands remain steady.
Jericho kicks their legs and grips at both their hair and Shizuka’s hands, but both of them are weak and fading fast. It isn’t long before their eyes roll back up in their head, and they fall still, hand that had been making a valiant attempt to pull hers away falling gently to the floor.
She keeps the pressure on for another minute, before letting loose and standing up. She stands up, just a little bit wobbly, before steadying herself. She straightens her skirt primly, electing to ignore the blood on her face, for now at least. Her eyes go toward the knife, forgotten during their struggle. She smiles demurely.
[To: Mx Mayumi] Mx Mayumi! You didn’t hear this from me buuuuuuuuut I heard Matti and Apollo gossiping in the library! What was I doing there? You know, reading. I couldn’t ENTIRELY hear what they were saying though but it sounded like they were conspiring? And [1/19]
holy fuck how come i can text all yall but i still cant call the cops
fuckin leroy and ellen
anyway
bruh,
hair inside of hair????
b r u h
✘- for a text that was meant for someone else
[To: jerry-san 🍋]
show you mine if you show me yours buddy
wait
wrong person lol
my bad dude
✿- for a gossipy text
[To: jerry-san 🍋]
so before you try and defend urself
i KNOW u like gossip like a fish likes water
and boy do i have some prime #salt for YOU
which isnt rlly salt now that i think about it so much as it is “i cant believe matti-kun calls ME a hypocrite and then says all that mess at the trial”
waiT SHIT I THINK I SEE HIM COMING MY WAY I HAVE TO GO RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY
