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[wastenoflesh]

Name: Kazumi

Height: 177 cm / 5'9.7"

Pronouns: he/him

Occupation: Tattoo Artist

Hobby: Cooking

Favorite Food: Your Heart

Weapon: Sig Sauer P320

Face Claim: Uta (Tokyo Ghoul)

MINORS & LEWD DNI

no age = block.

DEAD DOVE: violence, death, gore, suicide, (mental, emotional, verbal, physical) abuse, trauma, body horror, internalized homophobia, and CANNIBALISM.

I do not condone any of these themes outside of fiction nor do I agree with my character's actions. If this makes you uncomfortable, BLOCK. The last thing I want is to trigger someone.

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mused by: @bajoslovan (21+)

[ishowdespair-deactivated2026012]

[sgt-garrison]

Hey all, I understand a lot of you really like my artwork- So I wanted to open my platform to some sketch commissions if you're interested! They include color and simple shading. I can provide examples if you're interested. Headshot/bust/fullbody 10/15/20 Help me pay my bills lol

[a-phoenix-must-burn]

Eat out or eat cannibalism?

Definitely not cannibalism, that’s for sure.

[wastenoflesh]

Hah, yeah. He'd never choose cannibalism either.

[a-phoenix-must-burn]

…riiiiiiight. Mhm.

Aren’t you the guy that puked on my commander?

[wastenoflesh]

His fault for standing right in the line of fire.

[a-phoenix-must-burn]

Guess that’s fair enough. Doubt he sees it like that, but I don’t really care enough to ask him about it.

…so about that cannibalism thing…

[wastenoflesh]

Oh, I'm definitely the wrong person to ask about cannibalism. Know nothin' about it, sorry.

[a-phoenix-must-burn]

Eat out or eat cannibalism?

Definitely not cannibalism, that’s for sure.

[wastenoflesh]

Hah, yeah. He'd never choose cannibalism either.

[a-phoenix-must-burn]

…riiiiiiight. Mhm.

Aren’t you the guy that puked on my commander?

[wastenoflesh]

His fault for standing right in the line of fire.

[a-phoenix-must-burn]

Eat out or eat cannibalism?

Definitely not cannibalism, that’s for sure.

[wastenoflesh]

Hah, yeah. He'd never choose cannibalism either.

[cmdr-graves]

Every word Kazumi speaks makes it clear that there's a story that's yet to be told. And for a second, Kazumi's efforts shake him. He wonders if all this is worth what may very well just be a freak with a tattoo shop and a penchant for getting into fights.

"Don't like my men gettin' messed with."

It's only a partial truth: every soldier is an asset with money invested for training that Graves would never want to lose out on, and there is a personal vendetta after the man in front of him both assaulted and vomited on him. But it's all the reminder he needs to make the decision that Kazumi will stay for as long as Graves wanted him to, for as long as it took to get answers.

"Wouldn't hafta keep y'here if ya just told me the truth. Y'expect me t'believe Joe Schmoe's got opinions on torture?" His voice raises and the piece of plastic in his hand gets tossed at Kazumi's head.

Unfortunately, Graves knows he's right. There are employees that are better at this than he is; it's the entire reason he pays them. It feels almost like defeat when he returns to his phone set on the table at the side of the room.

[wastenoflesh]

"I told you the fuckin' truth!"

It is a sincere, yet offended laugh that delivers the sentence. The artist finds himself tugging onto the chains keeping his wrists useless. He contemplates, for a moment, dislocating a thumb, enough to free one arm to retrieve a set of keys, but reason still gets the best of him - God knows how many soldiers were waiting on the outside, in hallways, on entrances and exits, ready to make his life miserable and short.

"I don't go after soldiers, baka yarou. He was in my way. Maybe if he minded his own business, none of us would be here."

An ugly rage simmers inside, one Kazuyuki swallows down, one bringing tears of frustration right in the corners of his eyelids. No matter how much time passes, he still cannot stand not being believed, especially when he speaks the truth. A part of him thinks this might have been easier to handle if he had made up a lie.

"Listen to me! Look at me. Just look."

He is leaning forwards, desperately trying to reinitiate eye contact.

"Wrong place, wrong time. That's all this is."

[phoenix-gone-dark]

Some of the air in Phoenix’s lungs gets knocked out of him when Kazumi slams him into the wall, but he doesn’t panic. Instead, Phoenix just smiles. He found it almost endearing, even as he had to catch his breath.

“No, I think you heard me just fine the first time. Unless you enjoy just randomly pinning me to the wall, in which case I don’t mind in the slightest.”

He couldn’t help but be just a bit snarky even though it probably wasn’t the best idea. What could he say, he had an impeccable knack for being a shithead and surviving. Death just didn’t want to take him, apparently.

Phoenix held his hands up in surrender and tilted his head to the side ever so slightly.

“No partners. Understood. Now…can I still get that tattoo? No partnership attached?”

[wastenoflesh]

It would be so easy. Grab that weak, blabbering neck of his, squeeze as hard as he could with both of his tattooed arms, and use it to bang the head repeatedly against the doorframe until it cracked enough times for Phoenix to stop struggling. Then, he would close up early, cancel all appointments, clean the place up, transport the corpse to his home, and not worry about dinner for the next month.

It is a miracle he does not do it. Maybe the stars aligned, or he had woken up a little more cheery than usual - in any other circumstance, on a normal day, the mercenary would have regretted coming in.

"No."

The artist leans in, close enough that Phoenix can smell the faint scent of menthol flavored tobacco, and utters another threat - the only thing that had worked so far.

"You can get the hell out of here and hope I forget you again."

[cmdr-graves]

It's never been easier, Graves notes. A succulent meal willing getting into his truck and be taken to the place that will become his doom - well, if he excused the brief moment in which he had to provide Kazumi his pistol. There's a warm feeling in his chest when the parking brake cranks when he pulls it up.

He turns his head to Kazumi, mouth open to speak, a simple 'welcome home' but the creak of the door opening stops him. Better not to push a good thing, so he follows suit in hopping out.

In the half second that he walks toward the front door, he feels electricity in his skin from both the success and his own bloated ego. What he doesn't realize, is the charged air is also due to the shift in Kazumi's demeanor until he hears the hard thuds of feet on the ground.

There's an exasperated sigh, then. Let Kazumi run. Let him tire himself out, let him find the abandoned shoes and torn fabric of other victims. None of it will matter.

[wastenoflesh]

If Kazuyuki was just a little bit smarter than he was, all would have been well. He would have reached for the keys of that truck, maybe inquired about a keychain, or the model, and subtly stolen the vehicle - made his life easier. Unfortunately, he is violent before he is a survivor, and he is smart enough to protect himself in the short run - nothing more. Fatally, instead, he reaches for the pistol.

For the next few minutes, the artist finds himself unable to stop, nor slow down - the second mistake. He holds a sprint until he is unable to continue and comes to a stop behind a tree. That is when he finally checks the ammunition in the weapon, and as his gaze strays down, he catches a glimpse of something on the ground - a cracked phone.

His heart jumps from his chest up into his throat, and for the first time, he makes a rational decision - takes his own out of his pocket and dials the police.

[ouroborosmoons]

[carusources]

Send "You are under arrest for..." and the crime my muse was accused of

And see my muse's reaction while being handcuffed

[cmdr-graves]

The offer was a necessary risk. Kazumi could place some form of trust in him, run, or immediately point the pistol as Graves' head. In the moment that things fall silent, Graves imagines the creak of the truck door opening, Kazumi releasing his seat belt, and tossing himself to the asphalt below. He wonders if he'd survive at these speeds. If the vehicle behind them would be able to recognize a stunned form in the dark and swerve in time not to create inked roadkill.

His teeth ache.

Laughter pulls him back from his daydream. His eyes flick from Kazumi to the gun and then back to the road. He cannot make sense of the joke, but it doesn't matter. His plan has worked. There is no yelling, no attempts at jerking the wheel. Just an acceptance.

Something clicks, and its not the answer to his question of what is so funny. No, it is the reminder that Graves has always had a preference for the crazy ones. Even in days long gone, back when his life could seep out of him and cause his death, the reaction to being held at gunpoint sent blood places it rightfully should not go.

"Well, Jesus-" It's his turn to laugh. "Forward of ya. Thought I might hafta talk ya up a bit, y'know?"

But the next red light gets run anyway.

The last stretch of road allows Graves time to rake his hand over Kazumi's thigh before squeezing hard. Through the fabric, through the layers of skin and muscle and fat, he can feel a rapid pulse even now.

Both hands get used to turn onto a gravel driveway, a house nestled deep into tree-line.

[wastenoflesh]

"I'm not interested in talkin'."

Fat fuckin' lie, but it is not like his new friend here needed to know any of that. No - all Phillip Graves over here needed to worry about was Kazumi unbuttoning the rest of that dress shirt and if it was really 'proper' to just dump it behind himself on the backseats, uncaring of where it ended up. All that, of course, as Kazumi is wondering if the sudden weakness and shortness of his breath is due to a primal arousal and excitement he did not agree with experiencing right now or an indication of a long-awaited panic attack hitting him with sudden, uncontrollable hyperventilation.

One more look towards the driver, who seems to have finally found their drop off point, and the feelings that arise from within in that moment unfortunately reveal to him that it is in fact, irrevocably, indisputably, undeniably both.

Just another thing on his plate.

And as he opens the door of the truck and hops down from it onto the small pathway leading towards his demise, something in that damaged, yet clever and most imaginative brain of his finally clicks, and he finally gets an urge too irresistible for him to ignore - RUN.

[cmdr-graves]

im losing my fucking mind

will Kazumi eat me for my birthday

[wastenoflesh]

Nom, nom.

[cmdr-graves]

They have gone from unlikely bar fight partners to now Kazumi being secured to a chair before him an insulting Graves' abilities. An outside source would recognize the truth in Kazumi's words. Graves, however, has an ego. One that is severely bruised.

His hand tightens around the piece of plastic, grip tight enough to bend the lens case. Despite it, he barks out a laugh. The facade doesn't crack, but he is ever so close, especially with that look on Kazumi's face like he pities him.

For the moment, Graves imagines taking the vice grips in his hands once more and how Kazumi's face would look if he swung it directly into those stupid fucking black scleras. He wonders what the blood would look like flooding his cupid's bow and falling to the lips below. Would Kazumi revel in the iron taste on his tongue?

"'n you're in a place t'comment? Know all about it, do ya?" There's a venom in his voice that only be hidden so much by a cocky grin.

"Y'wanna spend the night? 'Cause you're takin' a one way road here."

[wastenoflesh]

The artist raises an eyebrow, and honestly looks bored - this is not how the end of the line looks like. The weapons were for show, contact lens case an unfulfilled promise, and the man in front of him nothing but a fraud with a flimsy lead. Clearly, he would not get what he is asking for; why keep bothering with the pleasantries?

"Why don'cha take a seat, and I'll show you how it's done?"

The chains rattle as he sits back up, attention entirely on the commander with a new kind of glint in his eyes and a suspicious curve to the lips.

"This is the moment where I'd take the vice grips and use 'em - to try and take the lenses out. Y'know, since you're so keen on distrustin' me."

Kazuyuki tilts his head, blinking a few times in quick succession. He feels irritable; simply wants to be alone, and this piece of shit was making that impossible for him.

"Unfortunately, it's also the moment where you give the fuck up, huh? You gonna threaten me all day or are we gettin' to it? Or are you waiting for your little gang to turn my house inside out, first? Lackin' material, are we?"

[cmdr-graves]

💖🎶🚗

last is so you can yap

💖 — what was one of the greatest/happiest moments you’ve had in the rpc?

can i say it was our konig kazumi thread? bc that was like PEAK rping

🎶 — favorite song at the moment?

🚗 — what vehicle(s) do you drive?

THANK U BAJO I LOVE YOU

i have a NA miata (yk the kind with the flippy lights) that is my current project car. have replaced the transmission myself, lots of rust repair. next for her is paint

and a 4th gen mazda 3 that's on air suspension with a custom tiled set up in the back for my air compressor. BBS RS's to go on but i need to figure out my tire fitment lmao

[wastenoflesh]

YES YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN! what a banger. if you ever come back to konig feel free to continue exactly where we ended off 🥹🫶🏻

[to-trap-rats]

Hey, how's it goin'? Good? Cool, cool... Listen here, real close... I have your address, social security number and credit card information. Now, if you don't want me publicizing those (along with some nasty, incriminating security footage), maybe you should... Start picking an' choosing your words a little more carefully, yeah? Alright? Good man.

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