mxzurashi

珍しい mezurashī rare rɛː/ adjective (of an event, situation, or condition) not occurring very often. ------mxzurashi's drabble/writing blog. mostly about my OCs.

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      "Ah, I've... messed up."

   He stares at the bloody mess he's made, those weird parts sprawled on the ground. Misaki hadn't used his power in a while, thus-- this happened. He isn't sure why cursed bloods have the surplus problem. If you don't use up the excess, bam! Either your veins and arteries literally pop out, or you pass out and then your body starts producing these things and expels them.

   He stares at his own hands. Blood. A sigh escapes past his lips and Ken is silent-- the spirit had nothing to say about this. He doesn't know what to say, anyway. It might be best if he left Misaki alone.

      "Don't leave."

   Well, oops. Alright then. Green eyes met blue, and tears start flowing from the former. "Why? Why was I given this? My family hated me for it. I've killed people with this. I've controlled some. And it's tiring, it's so tiring, I just--"

   Misaki stumbles forward, and is surprised to be in someone's arms. Ken? Ah, maybe he had taken up a lot of his life force to be solid like this. Well, technically, he wasn't, but since Misaki was his host-- he was to him.

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Sometimes, just sometimes, he can feel the warmth of the other as he is held; gentle fingers tracing the curve of his spine as he lays there, trembling. Sweet nothings and terrible truths are whispered, and he believes every single one of them.

“You're so beautiful. But oh so terribly useless. You're nothing but a tool for my own uses. Did you know that? No one else will love you like I do. You're mine. Only mine. If you think that someone out there will love you, you're wrong.”

He hates how he craves for the feel of lips being pressed against his neck, how the breaths tickled him and made him flinch slightly every time the other did so. He hates that he misses running his hand through the soft blond locks the other possessed, how close he felt to the other when he allowed him to do so.

“You were not made for loving, yet here I am, showing you sympathy only because I feel like doing so. Be grateful. You're a monster; built for destruction, with an ice cold heart that isn't capable of warming up to others. Except for me. You will love me. And I will love you back— as long as you are useful to me.”

The other's words would always, always, contradict one another, but somehow, it made sense. To him, at least. You can't fight back against someone so sweet, so manipulative, so intelligent— especially if they knew your weakest parts. They knew how to break you. And break you, they did.

Every gesture and word made him fear the other even more, but at the same time, craved his touch more.

And Kei hates waking up this way, in cold sweat with the memories running through his head. He didn't need any of this. He was prone to forget a whole lot of things, so—

Why couldn't he forget this?

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   "What is... a 'Hunter'?"

   "See, no one really knows about 'em, Ken." 

   "Oh."

   An awkward silence ensued after that. At least, it was awkward for the spirit. Misaki seemed to be just fine, listening to his music and whatnot.

   Pokes. "Um, do you really not... know... because I thought you did. Right?"

   And the music stops, the male taking out his earphones gently. "Why're you so interested in it? If you give me a good reason, I'll tell ya what I know." A smirk. Misaki isn't one to share his info freely.

   "Seriously...? I wonder since... I don't know. You strike me as one..."

   The smirk from earlier disappeared instantly. "No, I'm... I'm just a lowly human." A sigh. "Sometimes... I wonder. Maybe thanks to that guy, my capabilities might be equivalent to one."

   "Hunters are... how do I put this. They're a species, to put it bluntly. Their body structure, life processes and  whatnot are all similar to the humans. Some people believe that they're actually just genetically modified humans. But I honestly believe that they're a legit species. Anyway, their senses are all enhanced. Also increased strength and speed. That's just the basics."

   "There's... more to that?"

   "Yeah. Like they're actually split into two groups-- the Brutes and the Intellectuals. Brutes have better sense of smell and taste. Some more powerful ones can have their sight enhanced, too. Oh, and this is on top of already having the 5 senses enhanced. So you could say this is super enhanced. For the Intellectuals, sight, sound and touch."

   "So... which are the ones that are being used as mercenaries?" Blink blink.

   "So you know about that part too, huh... well, both. For Brutes, they can follow one's trail / sense of smell, no matter how faint. Interesting, huh? They tend to be stronger than the Intellectuals, too, in terms of brute strength. Hah, brute strength... As for the Intellectuals, their strategizing is amazing. And the can probably spot you from a distance away, I give you that. They're also faster and sneakier than the Brutes. but, you know, there are some with both traits. Hunters are interesting, really."

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   He wakes up, shaking, breathless; the confined walls of this small apartment suffocating him. So he gets up. Exchanges his shorts to comfortable pants (jeans? slacks? he isn't thinking right now) and puts on his boots. Of course, he grabs his favourite hoodie too, slipping it on as he jumps out off the window.

   He hears the satisfying crack! of his legs as he lands on the ground. It was a good six storey leap, heh. It would've killed a normal person, yes. But not him. He hums, counting to ten before his bones healed up, and he was on the move again. 

   He doesn't have a destination in particular. He just needed to get away. Away from the nightmares that haunt his sleep. Away from the regret that comes with each memory of that incident. Away from the longing for her to come back. Damn it. Damn it all.

   He needed to be alone. This city-- though its a nice, small one whose activity dwindles drastically during the night, it still is, well, busy. So he runs off to that forest nearby. The presence of nature and absence of human life calms him down. He doesn't know why.

[maxkirin]

Again and again I will suffer; again and again I will get back on my feet. I will not be defeated. I won’t let my spirit be destroyed.

Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen (via steppingonyourmoment)

[wordsnquotes]

Sometimes it’s not the people who change, it’s the mask that falls off.

Unknown (via wordsnquotes)

[kazuian2]

そらる生放送用（確） 作業しつつしゃべる 20 01 2015 

[xpsychxtic-blog]

OOC Information: Name: MisaKeii Age: 15 (special invitation from Kiki; same mun as icyheartx) Timezone: GMT +8 Activity Level (1-10): 4~5 —- Character information : Fandom: Shinrei Tantei Yakumo Name: Saito Yakumo Nickname: — Species: Human Build/Height: Slender, fit / 180 cm Occupation: University student Appearance: Messy black hair, light skin, heterochromatic— right eye is black, left is red, though he hides the red eye with a black contact lens. Special Abilities: Able to see and speak to spirits/ghosts Positive traits (3 or more): charming, intelligent, observant, cunning Negative traits (3 or more): blunt, sarcastic, deceitful (at times), lazy Quirks: He either freezes on the spot or fidgets away (sometimes banging into a wall) if poked, especially at the side or ribs. (He's ticklish.) Tends to sleep till noon and practically lives at the Movie Research Club. Hobbies: Conning people out of their money with his fake psychic abilities. Biography (4 paragraphs maximum): His father left him and his mother at a young age, so he's never really seen him. Yakumo does have an idea who his father might be, but he refuses to seek the man out. A few years after that, his mother strangled him in an abandoned building, but he was saved by Detective Gotou. He was then sent to live with his uncle, and his mother was never seen again after the incident. Instead of staying at his uncle's house, Yakumo now practically lives in the Movie Research Club, occasionally helping Gotou-san whenever the detective has a problem regarding supernatural cases. RP Sample (Two different options): Anything else you’d like us to know:

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1. He is a quiet man— no, a boy; he is broken, lost and easily scared. He isn't the best at conveying his emotions, but if you learn to understand him, you'll soon find out that he clicks his tongue when annoyed, he'll stutter when panicked (or flustered), and he may just blend into a sea of people, doing what he believes he does best. (Disappearing.) 2. He will crave physical affection, yet he won't seek for it. Somewhere in his heart, he truly believes that he is tainted with another's touch; a blank canvas had been soiled with murky paint water. Your vibrant paint may never be able to cover these marks, but you should try. 3. He will enjoy the feeling of your lips on his as you kiss him roughly, the sensation of your teeth as they graze his neck, your hushed whispers when you tell him you want him, that you need him; he will tell you the same as his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. You might just drive him wild when your fingers tangle in his hair; to tug at it harshly, causing him to tilt his head back for you to assault his neck with more kisses and bites. And that is good. 4. There is a reason to why he prefers the taller ones, but it won't matter much of he loves you. After all, he tends to curl up against the one he loves, so this will make it easier for you to make him feel safe. He will snuggle into the crook of your neck, his breath tickling you but you will soon learn to endure it and yearn for these moments. He may tangle his legs with yours, an arm around your waist, as if he'll never let you go. 5. He will put flowers in your hair and may even braid it if it's long enough (with your permission, of course). He will find an excuse to run his fingers through your locks, and another so you will allow him to brush out those tangles for you. Although these occurrences are rare, you might catch him humming or singing softly as he plays with your hair idly. 6. Even if he is submissive, he can be very demanding. He will demand more kisses from you when you wake up to kiss him good morning. He will cling onto you as you try to get out from the bed; he isn't an early riser. He will playfully whine when you tell him you're busy right now, that you can't entertain his wishes. But he does know his limits, and is capable of leaving you to yourself should you need it.

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kiss me in the hollows of my neck and tell me that everything will be okay. brush the hair back behind my ear and trace the outline of my jaw with your fingers. lift my chin up with your hand and gently brush my lips and remind me of better times. make me feel safe.

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"We could rule the world. You know that, don't you? We could do it together. Me and you. Come on. Please."

And she almost, just almost, takes his words for it. She almost reached out to him, taking that hand she loved holding in her own— those hands that no matter how many people have thought them to belong to two lovers, actually belonged to two friends.

Two very dear friends, who swore to never leave each other.

But then she sees the faint presence of the other in those blue eyes of his. The eyes that reminded her of the sea. The eyes that reminded her of the sky. The ones that held hope for them; people like them, the born and the cursed.

She can't accept it. Not when he's influenced. She takes a step back, distancing herself from him. "I... You know I can't."

And the boy's features would change drastically; those blue eyes would seemingly turn grey, as if heavy clouds just so happened to pass by, rain about to fall at any moment now. And fall it did. Steady streams of tears traveled down his face, hurt by her rejection. A word was uttered.

"Why?"

Why?

Because the boy she knew was gone. They were supposed to gather the four elements to create a new world. They were supposed to stick with each other as they oversaw its progress. They would be united forever, their powers preserved in a gemstone; the girl would also have the boy's power, and vice versa.

But that was not so.

There is not a single trace of that promise in the other's eyes. There is not a single ounce of kindness in them. There are just hollow images of the once vibrant painting, one that can never be restored again.

"R, R... You... Why Silver? You know... You know her intentions lay elsewhere. So why? We're supposed to do this. Not that. R. Please."

Tears were then wiped, a deep breath taken. He knows. He's been expecting this answer. She would refuse. And he will go on without her. It didn't matter anymore. The promises would be broken now.

"I honestly thought... You'd come along. But that's not something we can force you to do. So. Goodbye, Keii. The next time we meet, we will be strangers."

[these-words-fill-my-head]

Inferno

I am not a fire I am an inferno My flames consume nations My ashes choke the sky My heat melts oceans And my heart will not die

You who could withstand me Shall never extinguish me

I am so much more than fire And it’s about time that I learn My heart shall not expire My flames will always burn. (G.S)

[deathsangelisntdeadarchive-blog]

for angels who look like death

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                    psa — if we’re mutuals, this gives you unsaid permission to attack my inbox whenever you want, as much as you want, with whatever you want.  want to spam me with memes?  break your ask limit.  want to send me random messages?  break your ask limit.  want to leave me love?  break your ask limit.  anything.  everything.  it doesn’t matter what time of day or night, even if i’m not around, you are always welcome.  you always have permission.  i mean it.

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"I-I’m curious. Why aren’t you returning?"

The person halted; it wasn’t common for the spirit to ask such a question. Tilting his head, he turns to the asker. “Returning?”

"Yeah. To that world you created." The blond was translucent for now, fiddling with his fingers nervously as he waited for an answer. "Since… I kinda saw it on the news. It’s a pretty popular place, isn’t it?"

"On the news, huh? What did it say?"

"Something about… how it might be closing down. Since life is getting harder to sustain there."

A chuckle. “I’m actually surprised— and impressed— how it’s still standing, actually. I’d have expected it to crumble sooner.” With that, he started walking again. “It’s really nothing to worry about.”

"Is that so. I mean. That was made as a haven for those like us." The spirit was stubborn, trying to convince the other of something. "Like—"

"Not us, Ken." He brought a finger to Ken’s lips. "You. I don’t deserve to be there anymore."

"Ke—"

"Misaki." He corrected the spirit. "I know you met me as Keii. But we’re ditching that name, alright?"

The blond pouts, pushing away Misaki’s hand gently. “Yeah, okay, got it. But why did you leave?”

Now that was a topic that he preferred not to talk about. But what could he do? It wasn’t like he could hide it any longer. ( Though Ken should also, I don’t know, stop being so curious. )

But what did Misaki say?

"That is a story for another day."

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Don't touch me (my skin is snow and it will melt).

   It took Leo one whole year to know Kei,    two years to break and reassemble his image of her when she    changed,    and another three to get to know him again.

   Six years, afraid of breaking his friend, afraid of melting the other with his bare hands. It was unfortunate that the two of them happened to be on opposite sides when it came to their elements. Kei was ice; Leo was fire. He had been so afraid that he'd accidentally kill the other that he tried to stay away.

   But when you only had each other, that was almost impossible.

   However, on their first day of the seventh year--                    ❛ You know, maybe opposites do attract.❜ Kei                     was staring up at the falling snowflakes. ❛ And that's                    why you're my best friend.❜ He grinned.

   He'd never forget the other's face as he hugged him for the first time.

Don't touch me (my veins are full of venom and it will poison you).

   The blond stares out the window; his once blue eyes now hazy grey, as he reminisces on the past. He isn't sure how long ago his mother had died. It seemed like an eternity.

(it probably was.)

   He's guessing it's around February or March, since Spring was coming again. It's been years since he stopped keeping track of the days. Since he made the last calendar. What a joke; being trapped in this timeless dimension.

   Maybe he should go out again. It's been at least a few years since he stepped out of there. Maybe a decade. And he was sort of itching to use his powers again. To feel nature beneath his feet; to be able to harness its powers with his will. It was a nice feeling. Perhaps he'd be less depressed if he did so.

        (and then, he regrets it.) 

   Not only did that witch curse him with a deathless curse; everything he touched turned... corrupted. Dried up. Shriveled. No. No! Was this what was left of his power? Does he not have Nature's command at his fingertips?

   It wasn't long before everything, everything was a withered, black... thing. It drove him insane; day after day, week after week, month after month, years...                         He would not regain that special powers of his                         anytime soon. Maybe even never.

   ❛ Why'd you think I call myself Insanity?❜

Don't touch me the armour I wear is made of glass.

   He knows she's trying to reach out for him.    He knows she's trying to help him.    He knows. He knows.

   But that doesn't stop Takuma from pushing her awya. He knows of Mai's good intentions; but frankly, he doesn't want to hurt her as well. He believed that he deserved to suffer alone. He hates being a burden to others. He can't take it.

   He feels it's unfair that he was the one who received the wings. It should've been Akane. Akane, his younger sister, the one who deserved the best, that was, unfortunately given to him.

                   (of course, Akane doesn't feel that way.                      she just wants her brother to be happy.)

   ❛ Why--❜ Mai's voice resounded in the empty hallway as she chased after the ravenet. ❛ Do you put yourself down? And why do you push people away? Why--❜

   ❛ Because I'm like glass.❜ His steps halted immediately; Takuma turned around to face the other. ❛ And not even that safety glass where it shatters when broken. I'm that jagged, rough, yet delicate one-- the one that hurts whoever who breaks it!❜

   Wheezes.

[theaccidentaljournal]