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AMARI'S PLAN‼️ PART 3

Basically the ocs x ocs and my ships :D

Yes, I'm more of SenNezu shipper than ZenNezu shipper.🧍‍♀️

Ahem @thewinterpillarhashira @shycroissanti @mrs-k0zume @scrimblyscrorblo

#hindu gods #krishna #radhakrishna #kishen

I figured I could draw this scaredy cat to shake things up a bit, since I'm always drawing Soul and Maka.

#soul eater #Asura #kishen #se #soul eater Asura #antagonist #original fan art

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act 1, day 4 || help me get this umbreoff [feat. kishen, open]

Had he died?

Kishen honestly couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember anything at all. Any chances he had of participating in the goings-on of the end of the previous day were dashed the moment he had been slammed against a wall by an overly eager highblood, after all. Out like a light, bruised and just generally not having a particularly good time. Not the best way to end a day, but it could have been worse. There was no vague recollection of a Troll Shakespeare-like voice encouraging him, as he had when he was stomped to death by said highblood. Was that a dying thing? Did that only happen when you died?

This time was painless, at least.

He sits up. That was hard. He sits up, and finds his movements oddly restricted - restricted, or weighed down, or… well, whatever it was, something was up. Nothing was broken, as far as he could tell. Nothing hurt. He opens his eyes, brings his hands up to his face, and..

“Eh…?”

Everything is oddly dark, his vision restricted to two circles in front of him. It’s warm. His horns feel like they’re being tugged on, for some reason. This is strange. Very strange. No fun at all. His hands run over the strange thing covering his entire body - after clumsily removing the poorly made gloves that appeared to be on his hands and discarding them, that is. Low quality fur, held together with a shoddy combination of poor sewing and an over-zealous wielder of a hot glue gun. He didn’t know what manner of prison had him trapped, but what he did know was that he wanted it off.

He looks around, trying to catch the gaze of someone. Anyone. This was a difficult feat in and of itself, owing to the fact that his ability to see had been reduced to almost nothing - the eye holes themselves were aligned terribly.

For now, at least, he was content to sit there and whine.

“Someone help me out of this… please…”

It had been a long week.

#act 1 day 4 #kishen #act 1 #submission

An eventful third day

#ooc #draws #leah #kishen #seimos #tomi #troll oregon trail but we call it oregon trail #i still need to do my forms............#this memo is ON ITS WAY to being posted #not by me though #technically the first two things dont happen /in/ the memo but still during it

Act 1 Day 2 | Post Appearance!

Summary: Leah converses with Evie about the apocalypse while Tomi and Sei end their fight and Sean tends to a dying Kishen. Much discourse conversation is had about the current place/time they’re in, SeanxJustice confirmed canon. Kishen dies from his wounds and then is revived right in front of everyone. Sean leaves as Evie starts off the Mass Chumhandle Exchange 2k15, Evie presumably leaves to explroe bc dafla fell asleep, the remaining four decide to go find some flowers and then check out the imp encampment again.

[casual ableism in one line!]

#ic #evie #tomi #seimos #kishen #sean #act 1 day 2 #im so sorry for leah

act 1, day 2 || are you uke? you seme a little upset... [feat. kishen, seimos + all]

As you wake up amidst your fellow peers, perhaps still groggy – a loud, angered voice jolts you awake.

“Hey. Kishen!”

Seems like the early bird caught the worm – the voice came from one Ceruleanblood, already up on his feet. With furrowed brows, he’s staring at another troll – one particularly small, deerlike one, still seated on the ground.

Said deerlike troll doesn’t seem to be quite as much of an early riser as one Seimos Dermoc, however, and takes his sweet time getting up. You might even be impressed by how little he seems to be bothered by both the troll yelling at him, as well as the situation as a whole. That being said, the opposite was far more likely to be true. His noncommittal grumble of a response only serves to reinforce this point - a very unimpressive young troll, indeed.

“Mmm… ?”

The highblood only seems to become more heated, scoffing audibly. “Hahaha. Ha. HA!! Don’t tell me you… already… forgot?” He grits his teeth, raising his voice even more. “Didn’t you?!” It even seems like – his hair is… perking up? Are those feathers on his head? Either way – this guy’s losing his shit, and you have no idea why. What was it with highbloods and being so darn temperamental? Jeez, and it was only the second day…

It was incredible, really. The pair were the complete opposite of each other. Where Seimos screeched and lost his metaphorical shit, Kishen seems perfectly content to take his time getting to his feet, giving his eyes a good ol’ rub as he does so. If you look close enough, you might even see an ever so slight look of surprise on his face as the smaller troll finally deigns to grace the larger with some form of acknowledgement.

“Oh… whoa… you’re back. Not dead. Cool.” is all he has to say on that matter, directing his gaze not at Seimos, but more the space he was currently occupying. He was definitely not awake enough for revelations such as this one, for sure. “Thanks for the save, man…”

The ceruleanblood clenches his fists, fuming in silence for a few moments. “You… ‘thanks for the save?’” he says indignantly, with a more than a tint of scorn in his voice. “Thanks… Thanks for the save my ass! This is all your fault, you piece of shit!”

Seimos finally lashes out, lunging at Kishen who’s standing a distance away from him – an act that even he can’t completely ignore. He stumbles backwards a few steps, arms raised in a largely useless attempt at warding off the angry highblood. You can’t help but notice, however, the way in which his eyes narrow ever so slightly, focusing on the bottom half of the other troll’s body for the briefest of moments. And in that moment – as Seimos runs towards Kishen – it seems as if… one of the highblood’s feet just… stops moving and gets stuck to the ground? Seimos seems to be caught off guard by it as well, as he stares down at his foot a little too late – the momentum still carries him forward, and he falls forward onto the ground with a loud… crash! And he just. Lays there.

For a few…. short moments. Right there on the ground. In front of everyone. Absolutely. Fucking. Humiliated!!!

“You…” Seimos bellows, growing even angrier than before. “How fucking dare you!”

He quickly hops back onto his feet, darting towards Kishen (– if it was anything he was thankful for, it was the speed his lusus granted him.) Now right in front of the lowblood, he grabs the neck of his poncho, raising him up in the air. He – lets out a screeching… squawk? Shriek? And then yells at the poor simple farmer –

“Do you know what you’re asking for, you shitblood?!”

Oh, fucking jesus. What a fucking tantrum. Right in front of everyone, too. What’s he even so angry about?

Rather than whimper or cry for help, Kishen’s response is entirely inappropriate considering the distance his feet have created from the ground below him.

He laughs.

Try as he might, he just couldn’t help it - this was all so fun! He knew he would absolutely regret it, but for the time being he was happy to revel in the excitement, the liberation, the would definitely do agains, and the that felt so fuckin’ goods.

“Dude, hahahah… c'mon, chill… I didn’t do anything! You just… tripped.” His voice shook ever so slightly, but it was barely noticeable - it was odd how completely calm he seemed, despite his chances of surviving til the end of the day diminishing by the second. “Yesterday was an accident, man… no hard feelings…” His voice trails off as his eyes look to their audience. A silent plea for help - he was being hoisted up off the ground, after all.

If someone planned to intervene, sooner would be far more ideal than later!

#act 1 day 2 #seimos #kishen #act 1 #submission