#shihaino

[spungolden]

starter for @shihaino

There's a strained silence as Dio stares at the woman in front of her. She had gotten an influx of contracts, and knowing Makima, she probably wouldn't be happy with the outcomes. "There's been many devil hunters signing contracts with me recently," Dio says simply. Red eyes lower to the coffee cup in front of her, nails tapping quietly against the side. "I just wanted to remind you that I'm not responsible for their fates."

[godofvillains-arch]

shihaino asked:

i've always hated this place.

"If you hate it here... then why do you come here?" the god inquires. He sat at an old sofa of the abandoned home, seeming to make himself quite comfortable. "Could this place be an hold home of yours? Or holds memories?"

@shihaino

[sonorusgloom]

▒○╠   [[   @shihaino​   ]]    ╣○▒

The creature tilts their head up towards the trees stretching across the sky. The city only has a few trees scattered about, just enough that there is some contrast to the metal buildings fighting for the space above. A shadow clad hand reaches over towards one of the trees, claws brushing against the bark seeming to inspect it with pale eyes. 

There shouldn’t be any differences between the tree in front of him and the trees scattered through out. This one looks like it has marks against the trunk. One’s that looks similar to the white trees baring marks that looks similar to eyes peering out. Yet this one seems different, the marks looking twisted in surprise and being far to close to a face.

Ears twitch at hearing footfalls across cracked pavement. Tilting his head towards the side to spot whose might be passing by or drawing closer to the silhouette.

[cultesdesghoules]

『•• denji & makima ••』

Submission was easy when well-fed. Demands were rarely, if ever, questioned, for that meant another night hungry, another night of unrest plagued by memories becoming more and more hazy around the edges with the ticking of the clock. Even those were easy to ignore these days, attention turning completely toward Denji's object of burning desire. Whatever she wanted, she would get, and all she had to do to get him to bark or play fetch or wag his tail was to give him a little smile. Makima's smiles held a hint of magical ambiguity, a certain veil of ironic melancholy mixed with a halo of superiority; an angel comforting a leper... A leper whose primary goal in life was to cop a feel and who had an eye for ❛ melons, ❜ but that makes this all the less serious, so we'll cut that out. ❝ Miss Makima... ❞ he started, drifting off momentarily the way he always did when that crimson-laced gaze turned toward him almost expectantly. Keep it together, Denji, lest you want to forgo dinner and a complimentary ❛ good boy ❜ from your master. His mind raced ahead, finally reaching what he wanted to inquire about. An unbearable, irritated flush rose up his neck as he narrowed his eyes and shifted his gaze away. ❝ I'm just gonna come right out and say it straight. I think I've proved long enough already with Power and whats-his-face that I can work with ya' now. Maybe it's 'bout time ta' promote me, ya' know? ❞ ... It had, in fact, only been one (1) week.

『•• @shihaino ••』

[tempestflames]

Plots please for Aki 🤔

⤏ send me “plots please”… and I’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses! / @shihaino

This is more of a connection/dynamic idea. Aki rising in rank to be able to accompany Makima on her conferences?? He begins to realize what she really is?? However he's being bound to the secret because at this point he cares for Denji, Power, and Angel? He begins to see what more is at play with the Public Safety Devil Hunters Department. Basically turns even more into her dog.

CSM spoilers underneath the read more...

Reincarnation AU. I have to reread the fight between Gun Devil Fiend Aki and Denji. But if Aki wasn't eaten by CSM then perhaps he comes back ( maybe Makima didn't get defeated yet or something) as a devil/fiend. Of course he doesn't remember his previous life, but it we can discuss a way that it begins to come back.

Last one. This one I'm kind of iffy on, but Aki going rouge-ish in terms he's after Makima. He's trying to take her out, but that's all I really have. It's an idea in it's very early stages, so I don't have much.

Since that third idea is so small, going to add a fourth one. I gave Aki a modern verse where he goes into law enforcement, perhaps his first partner is Makima who goes through partners quite quickly, but her partners always end up dead in some tragic accident or they quit law enforcement entirely?

[deviltm]

「    @shihaino​ asked ― “What happened here?”    」

       𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌.that urge to immediately answer creeps in the back of his throat but he’s able to stave it off for now, instead lifting his chin to meet her gaze. eyes flicker toward the pool of blood, knowing makima won’t rest without some sort of response. hands slide into the pockets of his dress pants, wings shifting against his back. 

       ❝ i’m just as confused as you are . . . i stumbled upon the scene only minutes ago. ❞

sentence meme. || accepting. 

[spungolden]

[ HOLD ] for dio

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀. // @shihaino

Dio was quiet for once, whether it be because of Makima or the people they followed. The moment of hesitation of surprise before she returns the action. Her slender fingers slid into place, as if they were meant just for her. Maybe they were after all this time. It only took hundreds, maybe thousands of years for them to happen. She looks over at the devil before back to the men in front of them. It had to be bad for Makima to not be leading the way. Either that or Makima wants to be next to her or it wasn't even that important. Regardless, Dio gently squeezes her hand, as if a reminder that she was there. Just in case.

[spungolden]

❝  don’t be a fucking martyr.  the world can function without you for a day.  ❞ and for Blake?????

“I know,” he says sharply, eyebrows furrowed together. Eyes stare down at the street below them as he tries to calm himself down. Blake knows the world can function without him for a day. Hell, the world could function without him for more than a day. It didn’t revolve around him. He knows that every day could be another life saved- but to save other’s lives, he needed to take care of himself first. He wasn’t in pain, thanks to the contract he made, but he could feel the bandages pulling at his skin, reminding him of his injuries. If he was to get into another big fight, well, he probably wouldn’t make it out alive. He barely won the last one, having passed out after winning. Not having pain didn’t make him fearless, it just took his mind off his limits for a little bit. “I know,” he says again, quieter. “It’s just hard… knowing I can save people right now and not doing it. I believe that my team can do it, but... I feel like I should be out there too.”