CURSED BLOOD!

ind. gundham tanaka. written by cat.sideblog to wyrding.

[ultoccult]

@ultprincess   asked   :   " oh! i am not hurting you, am i? forgive me, ultimate nurse i am decidedly not. " she shoots a nervous smiles up at gundham as she continues to re-wrap his arm.

     coat and sweater sitting beside him on the bed, scarf      resting atop the pile, gundham watches as sonia wraps      the bandage around his forearm, covering the newest of      his injuries (a small bite wound on his wrist, ointment al-      ready rubbed on it), as well as the myriad of older ones or      long-healed scars. it is not that he is incapable of bandag-      ing himself: he had, in fact, been in the midst of doing so      when sonia stopped by — and, in stopping by, had scared      him quite badly. however, it is also something of an exercise      in frustration to try and bandage one’s own arm, including    ( more often than not ) getting a mouthful of cotton when it      slips from one’s teeth, or having to start all over because of      one misstep. 

      still, gundham has never been one to ask for help — es-       pecially when it comes to bandaging the various injuries       that come with stopping animals from fighting, or what-       ever small mishaps happen throughout the day. to allow       someone to assist him would mean allowing himself to       be touched and, quite truthfully, he would rather suffer the       various frustrations instead of that. 

      it is not that he worries that they would hurt him — far       from that. it is that he worries he may hurt them. his blood       is tainted, and there is always the fear in the back of his       mind that somehow, some way, he will hurt them, poison       them, injure them, and they will see him for what he is. 

      sonia’s question makes him start, mismatched eyes glancing       her way. it is almost a welcome distraction, but… 

      it brings him back to what he has been trying to avoid think-       ing about: the fact she is so close to him, her touch is so gentle,       so kind, and she is taking such great care, and she has not once       asked about the assortment of scars that crisscross their way in       ghostly spiderwebs across his arm. she did not flinch away, did       not ask questions, and she is unharmed, even as fingertips graze       exposed flesh. ( her hands are so warm, she takes such great       care, she is sitting so close—! )

      shit, she asked me a question! i forgot to answer!

      how long had he just been staring at her?! gundham raises his       free hand to partially hide his face in his scarf, only to realize       that he had removed it when he had begun to bandage his own       wound. heat rushes to his pale cheeks, and he looks away, nerv-       ously clearing his throat. 

    “ ah, no, ” he responds, casting a quick glance in her direction be-       fore averting his eyes once more. “ i am— pain is nothing i am       unfamiliar with. the flames of hellfire and jaws of demons…are       quite familiar. ” a faint smile quirks his lips, his gaze meeting hers       once more. “ you have nothing to worry about. you are…incredibly       gentle. ”

[chai-tea-phone-tree]

“Dangerous thing, a name. Someone might catch hold of you by it, mightn't they?”

— Richard Adams, The Plague Dogs

[selkielore]

literally going insane. marianne i’m not a religious person but I do sometimes think god made you for me.

[ultoccult]

gundham, mixing an energy drink and coffee: s/b, witnessing this: gundham: gundham: it is exactly what it looks like, and i will not apologize

[13fingers]

i think i’m in love with you,, have a nice day

You are nothing to me. I won’t

[ultoccult]

gundham plays dnd and has an online dnd group. i am not accepting criticism

[ultoccult]

headcanon 002.

here’s some random hcs for your consideration, in no particular order.

* gundham is actually a pretty good cook! he’s self-taught, but he’s trying. * if you make him food, he’ll eat it, no matter how bad it is. * he has the worst insomnia ever, and sleeps for 2hrs a night until he    passes out for sixteen hours straight. rinse and repeat! * adores spicy food so, so much. * gundham can’t drive, and refuses to learn.

[fragmentedink-archived]

[maryolive]

Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente

[ultprincess-a]

pspspspsps @ gundham writers, i offer you some art <3 they’re bonding, ok

[ultoccult]

@bxbygxngstx   asked   :   " i screwed up... i-i screw-- i screwed up so bad... "

     to say gundham was…a bit weird about emotions      would be to put it lightly. for someone who feels every-      thing so very deeply, who picks up on the feelings      of others quite easily, there are certain precautions      that one must take in order to best navigate the world:      namely, shutting himself away from others as much      as possible. when emotions overwhelm one, it is often-      times easier to guard your heart carefully — especially      after getting burned one too many times. 

     it is not that gundham does not care how others are feel-      ing: it is simply that he cares too much. 

     to see one such as fuyuhiko like this, distress obvious      even in the very way he is holding himself, causes gund-      ham’s heart to clench. this is belied, however, by him      tugging his scarf up over his nose, brow furrowing slightly,      as his thoughts race. 

     there is a moment of silence after fuyuhiko speaks, and      gundham feels his heart drop. he does not speak, not      immediately: instead, he stares seemingly impassively      at fuyuhiko. a bandaged hand curls into a fist, uncurls,      fingers flexing, and gundham looks away. 

                                            shit. 

     what was expected from gundham in this situation?      what did people do when confronted with— 

                                  you’re overthinking.

     gundham draws a breath, fingers tugging his scarf higher      once again. “ i…do not know of what you speak, ” gundham      finally says, his gaze moving back to fuyuhiko. ( perhaps he      could guess, but it does not befit anyone to assume. what if      he guessed wrong? then what? ) “ why…do we not start at      the beginning. ” gundham gestures, taking a seat. “ sit. ” 

[ultoccult]

@ultprincess   asked   :   " oh, i don't know how you stand to be in such heat with all those layers, i am in considerably less and i feel like death warmed over. literally. " a soft laugh as sonia attempts to fan herself with her occult magazine.

" i understand your heart may be made of ice, gundham, but are you not worried it may melt? " she teases.

     the sun beats down, but despite its heat, gundham does      not remove his overcoat or scarf. were he to be without      them, he thinks he might just float away — too light to be      held down by gravity, instead drifting away, lost among      the cosmos. 

     …that, and the truth of the matter is: he is cold. even in      this so-called tropical paradise, he is cold. he may look      out of place, dressed as he is, but ice seems to have made      itself at home in his bones, skin cool to the touch even in      the hottest of days. 

     there is a brief moment as gundham glances at sonia as      she speaks, his fingers tugging at the edge of his scarf to      hide his mouth. an eyebrow is raised, head inclining as she      speaks. “ ah, well… ” he clears his throat, fidgeting with the      cuffs of his jacket. “ i…tend to run cold. no matter the weather,      i am often chilled to the bone: such is the fate of one like me,      who’s heart is more frozen than the snow deserts. ”

     more words rise to the front of his mind, sitting at the tip of      his tongue, and he thinks if he does not speak him, they will      haunt him until they manage to slip out unbidden. he purses      his lips, but he is unable to stop the ghost of a smile as it      quirks scarred lips. the expression is hidden from view, and      for this, he is grateful. “ my heart will never melt… not even      were it to fall into the depths of the hellfire pits. ”

     there is a pause, a hesitation, and gundham seems to be      thinking over his next words, a faint pink beginning to touch      his cheeks. they dance along his tongue, the sharp longing      of them carved into the very syllables. “ there is but one time      it may even begin to defrost. ” the words are quiet, a secret      smile colouring them with warmth. “ and that would be around      you. perhaps…my heart will melt, but only for you. ”

[ultoccult]

@triggercmplx​   asked   :   " i don't know how i got here. i don't... i just remember walking. and now i'm here. and you're here... " from nagito?

     gundham had never been one who slept easily: insomnia      plagued his every night, thoughts running wild as he stared      fruitlessly at the ceiling. that is why, more often than not, he      preferred to find ways to occupy the endless hours that      seemed to crawl by, each moment an eternity. 

     as of late, his pastime of choice has been to find a secluded      spot and staring at the stars — after all but pacing a groove      into the floor of his cabin, of course. a notebook sits on his      lap, pen in hand, though his gaze is fixated elsewhere: he      seems somewhat lost in thought. 

     and that, of course, means that nagito startles him quite badly. 

   “ shit— ” he jumps, muscles tensing, notebook and pen clatt-      ering to the ground as gundham is harshly pulled from his      thoughts and back to reality. “ apologies, i did not hear you      approaching. i was… ” there is a vague gesture to the note-      book and pen on the floor, gundham shaking his head. 

     there is a pause, however, as gundham takes a closer look      at nagito.

   “ …are you quite alright? ” he asks, tone a bit softer than his      normal bravado-filled one. his gaze is searching, brow furrow-      ing, and gundham finds himself at a bit of a loss. tiredness      hangs from his own form like a blanket, and now he is faced      with…whatever is happening here. “ did something happen? ”

[ultoccult]

what aura do you give off?

the enchanted mirror.

being the only supernatural item on this list, you're obviously my favourite type of person. there’s no other way to say this, but you’re cool as fuck. people are naturally attracted to you, and your air of ~mystery~ although you can be an amazing friend, you can also give major whip-lash. you intimidate people before they get to know you, and probably have a transcendent taste in clothing; and even though i have no idea what you look like, i’m probably picturing you with a sword right now.

tagged by: no one, i stole it from @ultprincess​ tagging: you!

[lavrinko]

on the walls of the monastery

[hklnvgl]

[ultoccult]

     everyone on this island is an idiot.      you are all FOOLS, and i hate you.      except you, sonia. you’re an angel,      and i’m glad you are here.

[ultoccult]

     “ I AM THE CARETAKER OF THE DARK DEVAS        OF DESTRUCTION, VASSAL TO THE NAMELESS        GODDESS OF MAD ORACLES! THE DEVAS        OF DESTRUCTION DESIRE APPLE JUICE-- stop        screaming, oh my god, it’s just me. ”