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( &. OOC ) nyello ! it’s still marsha and shirogane is now here, ready to VERY SOFTLY rock n’ roll! please very gingerly tap that ♡ button for a little starter with our beloved chew toy !! no caps xoxo
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❝ They look very realistic. ❞ No, perhaps realistic is an understatement. They look like incredibly well-made props — Eichi would know, since he frequents the Drama Club’s practice often and would see all types of interesting props. Though, perhaps this isn’t a prop; those ears look like they actually belong there —— like it is a part of his flesh.
❝ If I pull them, will it hurt? ❞ The suggestion is not at all nice, but he speaks in such a light-hearted manner as if it is no big deal. He laughs at his own statement, before shaking his head —— ❝ I’m just kidding. You don’t have to be afraid of me. ❞
❝ May I at least touch them? ❞
it was as if shirogane’s very own custom-made brand of nightmarish elixir had slink back in between his cavern of a mouth like treacly cough syrup & knocked him out cold . he feels the discernible ache of dormancy cultivate & he’s first confused at the rather offhanded remark & how it meticulously , carefully pans out like frail swathes of gossamer . it’s handled with a morbid precision founded only in those who handle a knife like an art , glide seamlessly through raw veal like butter .
❝ u-uhm.... ❞ his voice is hoarse & sluiced with an onslaught of caged dismay . the way the other carries himself brings forth vivid macabre recollections of... another guy . his ears prior perched suddenly wilt , his ashen tail tucked in between his legs . ❝ i-i mean..---- but... ❞ the man carries his muted gaze across the area , his own insatiable curiosity eludes him . ❝ why ?? ❞
This is your friendly neighbourhood winter fairy here with some holiday greetings! Your muse seems to be so relatable, and I very much want to just pick him up and tell him it'll be okay and that I love him, but I also have a feeling that he wouldn't like that. Your writing is very elaborate and this entire blog is incredibly aesthetic. Thank you for bringing this good bean in and I hope you have an amazing day!
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Wracked with general distrust for those around him, it was not at all surprising that the Darkin within would turn that against him as well; Kayn was almost shocked it took him this long to use this to tear away at his nerves. Due to the busy street being filled to the brim with people and being stuck worming his way out of the crowd, it came to no surprise that there was something akin to discomfort stirring within him; once he had found his escape, immediately Rhaast had startled him — the beast had HOWLED an unearthly noise of alarm. Instinct taking over, whoever had gotten TOO CLOSE had been promptly snared in his grasp; however, after regaining a steady mind and realizing that he had just grabbed some KID, he could only growl in frustration after piecing together that he had been deceived. ❛ Fuck you, asshole. ❜
Glancing down at the hand tight around the man’s wrist, it had only taken seconds longer for him to finally release him; breathing out sharply, irritation had splayed itself across his visage before he finally spoke to the other. ❛ …Whatever. Don’t get so close to people, would you? ❜
the expanse of his skin runs slick with sweat , tumult strings along endless beads & as if almost on a cue ; ears perched atop his head furl in quick succession , his tail simultaneously draws between his quivering legs . he didn’t even bump into him , & yet ---- ❝ i’m----- i’m s..sorry-- ❞ with that the iron clasp opens its maw , though the thread of relief has yet to be retained . a compiled feast of images , ruptured spirits & collapsed bodies dish out unto him like platters , rotting maggots -- hungry , GLUTTONOUS . he’s repeating his waning apologies like a mantra , squeaking & soon finding brittle solace in hiding his face set aflame with his hands . the blistering touch from the other on his wrist plants itself there & bites & tingles . he closes himself off , but the stagnant air is corroding , it opens him up for retribution , steeling him for the anticipated punishment .
if it were the others------ he wouldn’t have to WAIT like this , no sought out thoughts about what exactly they would do at a given time , how brutal their lickings were . how many lethal amounts of muck they spit at him .
❝ i didn’t mean to !! ❞
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he bristles & he thrills , fumbling for some use of a tether to discard the blistering & scorching inhibitions that cracks his skull open to let the parasites in , he mindfully opts for his shawl . as a means for him to grapple unto some sort of tangible gamut of reality that has failed to appease the looming sense of a prowling slaughterhouse that this scape ACTUALLY perhaps is ------ the carnage - glutton notion clings to him like spider - silk . but the eyes -- eyes of another stunts through his very pith of frenzied fear .
❝ are.. are you ---- okay ? ❞ a pause . ❝ there can’t be anything you would need of me. i’m not good for much... if anything at all..... ❞ // @harxmaki
❝ h.. hey... ------ ❞ voice warbling on edge , the telltale abrasions drapes over him like a second shawl . a poignant amount of whines escape from him & his person attempts to unfurl from the other , his arm suddenly a fraying string . ❝ i--- i’m.. fine.... i wasn’t going to do any--thing .... ❞ it unravels poorly , his excuse swallowed up at the end . he’s got no clue who the other guy is but the firm grasp on his very much clammy wrist surfaces bad bad BAD memories that still plague him .
❝ you can let go..... ❞ // @trespvss
his heart is all splayed out of its too tight breaches . for all to see & all to prod . there’s audible gargling whimpers & sobs that knot & tangle at the back of his throat , a bleeding misery in which seizes him , moseying to & fro around him like a heavy pendulum . GOD !! how LOW could a single being STOOP ? the concoct of noises structures around him pitifully , stiff in its clutches like treacly tar . what type of absolutely hopeless infantile WORM still breaks down in public ? occupying a seemingly quaint cafe , nonetheless !! // @purecried
me trying to cope: it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it
( &. OOC ) nyello ! it’s still marsha and shirogane is now here, ready to VERY SOFTLY rock n’ roll! please very gingerly tap that ♡ button for a little starter with our beloved chew toy !! no caps xoxo
( &. OOC ) nyello ! it’s still marsha and shirogane is now here, ready to VERY SOFTLY rock n’ roll! please very gingerly tap that ♡ button for a little starter with our beloved chew toy !! no caps xoxo
Chapter titles of Pictures and Tears: A History of People Who Have Cried in Front of Paintings by James Elkins
w/o any prior reserve, this is shirogane from ice scream ! the app can be found if you click on links & go to the first I. or under /app. ♡
Welcome to Koi, Shirogane!
You shall be housed in Chamomile Apartments. Fortunately, our system has located a suitable match by the name Garry! Try your best to get along with one another. Your welcome package contains a guide on self-love, a baseball covered in nails, and a trophy which reads ‘tries his best’!
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(can’t take people who equate slow & quiet with boring seriously)
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