#ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃ ʷᵒˡᶠ ᶤᶰ ˢʰᵉᵉᵖ'ˢ ᶜˡᵒᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶤˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ᵃ ʷᵃʳᶰᶤᶰᵍ (main!verse)

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ACTS OF AFFECTION // @altaindustries​ said: ✥ Play fighting!

             “––––ah – sora, i don’t think this is a good idea...!” despite her attempt to play-fight, he doesn’t seem to be inclined into fighting back, even when it was a game. he holds up his hands, but he doesn’t block any hits.

      “–––c–can’t we do something else??”

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@ensangvines​ // sc. 

           AND REGARDING MUZAN, Douma had never found the relationship between to be nearly as complicated as the other upper moons. No need to shiver or cower –– he understood their dynamic perfectly, and held no qualms with following whatever his leader desired. However, there was occasionally something that seemed to itch ––– something that left him scratching at his chest; wondering what lay beneath.

Sometimes he wondered if he dug deep enough into his ribs, something would come spilling out. Would it be something good? Something bad? Did it matter when he had no emotions to begin with –––– ?

      ––––– But today, something ticks over in his mind. Something he’d been wondering.

           “–––did you choose me for a reason, muzan-sama?”

         A question comes out, before he gives his usual smile. He bows his head, respectfully.               “–––please excuse the sudden question, i’m just curious, is all!”

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@rxkishiya​ replied to your post “Douma has appeared! What to do? Awkward hug Leave Blow a kiss Kneel...”

awkward hug, because she's too short and her face just sits at chest level.

          and he giggles at the attempt, “–––hekima-saaan, you’re so smaaaaall~!”

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@attristine​ // sc.

          and his benevolent gaze falls unto the other –––– despite the violence that would inevitably come, he politely steps outside his temple / he doesn’t even draw out his fans. he gives a warm smile, and a beautiful gaze,

       “––––if you want to fight,” he chimes, “–––then i’d prefer it if we did it somewhere... away from my temple.”

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@clownd​

         and under the security of moonlight, he steps out from the shadows –––– blood slipping off his feet as he wades through the death that surrounded them, his facade is kind, but alas, nothing rests within his heart.

    “–––tormented by something that haunts you – i know exactly how you feel,” he coos, “––emotions that bite, and rip, and tear – i’m sorry that you have to live this horrible existence...”

            and then, a smile; understanding and adoring.

“–––i can save you, from everything that plagues. everything that hurts, everything that aches...”

     “...i promise, that i can save you.”

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SEND ME A 📏 AND YOUR MUSE’S HEIGHT FOR A COMPARISON! // @ensangvines​ said: 📏 5 ft but with Ms. Muzan :)

          “––––a perfect height for a perfect leader~!” forget about his previous                                       teasing regarding everyone else who was five foot.

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PROMPTS FROM PINTEREST // @belliferous​ said: ❛  bring  them  to  their  knees  .  head  bowed  and  fists  bleeding  —  make  them  repent  .  ❜

         and he was her knife; unsheathed and ready to taste blood. it had felt like forever, waiting for her hunger to return to her. douma, so used to killing and eating gluttonously, had found himself following her patterns of eating ––– and at last, they could share something, together.

     while a kill was usually reserved for golden fans, it seems tonight is an exception. bringing a human to her feet, claws itching –––– douma was hardly a sadist, unless someone gave him reason to be.

     and ever-ensnared in her trap, his goddess’ commands were more than appropriate.                a transformation was in order. he will be a monster.

“–i’ll do anything for you, nue-sama,” a reminder of the nature of their relationship, “–––i’ll make them suffer.”

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SEND ME A 📏 AND YOUR MUSE’S HEIGHT FOR A COMPARISON! // @robustxs​ said: 7'2'' :')

           “–––h...huh.”

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@belliferous​ said: plants a delicate kiss on the corner of his mouth. sweet, unhurried. "have you any plans for today ~ ?"

          and he laughs, seemingly giddy and brimming with energy –––– soon, there’s a hand pressed to her back, a loud purr beginning to rumble at the pit of his throat. all-too-happily, he lifts her up and places a daring kiss to her lips –––

“–––i don’t have any plans, actually!” a wink, “––would you like me to spend some time with you? i’d be happy to~!”

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RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS // @upperthree​ said: “ i like to watch the stars. it reminds me how small we all are. ”

         and lashes flutter ––– blinking as he struggles to come up with a reason, as to why one would want to feel small. while the universe was vast, the world stretching out, and out, and out ––– why would one want to be reminded of their insignificance within it?

      he stares at akaza, before he follows his gaze upwards. he observes the sensation of smallness, before quickly, he snaps his eyes back down to the ground.

“–––ah,” he clears his throat, “––you’re strange sometimes, akaza. i felt like i was going to topple over.”

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@belliferous​ said: she's bored – utterly bored of listening to faux words of adoration – and unfazed by the excessive display of intimacy between herself & the cult leader... before at least a hundred mortals. so — she keeps close. leaves a lipstick mark on his jawline.

          and she was so elegant, when beneath him ––– even when just perched to his lap, when he gazes down at her, he is bewitched. perhaps one day he’ll have a heart to love her –––– but for now, the only thing that matters is delivering unto her what she inherently deserves.

      carefully, he pulls her from him. he cradles her face, colourful gaze trickling over her skin ––– he seeks to only admire, before it’s with that same gentle, adoring smile, he pulls her into his arms. she was perfect.

      he sighs, tempted to speak –– but does not. he drinks in the moment they shared, as if he’d been starved of all the love in the world. but it’s alright if her company came too late to mend anything in his soul ––– it would not stop him from giving her affection, every time they met.

                  for even if there wasn’t a single emotion he could reach for,                   that won’t strip him of his ability to try and make her happy.

he whispers praises in her ear, before burying his head to her shoulder. this was it. this was paradise.

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@zhuangshii​ // sc.

          and he regards her with a tender gaze –––– it had been a week since he’d found her; a week since he’d let her inside his temple. followers often checked on her; made sure she was clean, and fed, and drank regularly –––– within this place, she was regarded as royalty / after all, she was saved by douma, himself.

       but today, she isn’t visited by a cult member. instead, douma approaches her room – shadow looming over the light of the space.

     “––––i wanted to see how you were doing,” he says, “–––how has temple life been treating you?”

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@altaindustries​ said: "Douma? Hey, uhm, you know how I said a while ago I could help you feel stuff, if you wanted? Well, I was thinking about it a lot more a few days ago and I realized some things-- uhm, do you have some time to talk?"

          and the vibrations in the air shift –––– at the mention of planting emotions, douma’s instinct immediate leads him to a sense of danger. however, feeling no following panic or caution, he ignores what tells him to flee ––– instead, he places a claw on his chin; inquisitive.

         “–––of course,” he answers, simply, “––go ahead, sora.”

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@altaindustries​ said: "Douma, you're good at flirting, right? How does it work, exactly? Is there like.. uhm.. y'know, some kind of secret or something?"

          and he laughs, openly ––– flirting? why was she coming to him about flirting?                “–––well, of course there’s a secret, sora!”

        “–––you need to be hot, duh! people won’t take your flirting seriously unless they think you’re worth flirting with. oh, and confidence! you’ve gotta be super confident! no stuttering or pausing, you’ve gotta put everything into what you say!”

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@altaindustries​ said: Licks her paw and smacks it right on his cheek. It's stuck now. No she will not explain.

          “––––sora!” he seems to almost disregard the new dilemma on                            his hands. placing his claws together, he laughs to himself.

               “–––have you ever lost a limb before? like, you can definitely grow it back, right?”

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QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS. // @altaindustries​ said: ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜

         AND HE’D NEVER REALLY TAKEN the time to ponder on such a thing; was his upbringing really so horrible? No doubt, it was enough to rob him of emotions forever, but when it came to Douma, he always had extra forgiveness to give. He delivers a smile, as he always did, and pulls out his fan –––– hiding his expression from her face.

                      “–––––it could have been worse, you know,” he eventually answers – almost instinctively, he tries to frame it more innocently, “–––they probably thought it was in my best interest to be raised this way.”

         “–––they were good people, sora! i promise.”