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[uppertwo]

🪷 | open.

"do you think gods watch us?" a pause, "i don't think i enjoy being monitored like that."

[gilmoires]

"sorry about that," she chuckles out sheepishly, though her smile is far too embolden across her features to truly be embarrassed about anything. "our town comes with complimentary welcome wagon, complete with unsolicited flirting and mild stalking. we'd like to think that we're working on it. slowly." babette and patty are barely outside of luke diner's door, giggling to one another about the new mysterious stranger, curious if he is passing through or patty's newest husband in the making. with the same hospitality charm that she channels anytime she is working at the inn, she reaches a hand out to him to shake, smiling. "i'm lorelai." ... @klarsynt

[hakuuji]

@hizzashii / closed starter.

“you seem to become more like a doll by the day,” it was jarring for him, being able to remember who he was as a human, “they’ve started describing a ghostly spirit hanging around the temple — something that is like a human, but not completely.”

“is that a name you want? ningyō?”

[nineforms]

@tsukkiakarii / closed starter.

and how worn down he had become. despite his spirit ever-surging within his chest, it seems since the fight with upper moon three, his body can no longer support him. even when coming face-to-face with upper moon one, even when his instinct was bursting with energy to put an end to her —

— he knew he could do nothing.

but he still smiles, does he not? it would be alright — he had hope in himself and in her that it would be okay. a hand rests on the hilt of his sword, and his smile is now directed at her (why did that feel so strange? so familiar?).

“i assume you’ve come here to finish the job,” he chimes, despite the grim nature of his words, “however–!! it would not do you justice for me to simply lie down and die, correct? i don’t think you would allow me to do that.”

he speaks as if they’ve met before. he endures his confusion.

“you hate weakness — and well… so do i,” who was she? “i do not have the privilege of softness when faced against someone such as you. so, i have one request!”

“please do not take pity on me,” and then, “or i won’t ever forgive you!”

[protecthumans]

@tsukkiakarii / closed starter.

and something about the other shot ripples through her blood. an ugly concoction of terror, anger — but familiarity comes to meet those emotions at the pass. where monster such as upper one would usually stir unbridled aggression in the young demon, she seems to pause; thinking.

“...” nezuko’s stare burns. perhaps it was from the confusion of what bubbled in her belly that caused such an intense glare. however, it’s undoubtedly a miracle that she has not attacked.

she watches, unblinkingly.

[exorcigs]

@morb1dg1rl it’d taken him a month to prepare for this shit. a month. he’d given the caretaker a couple of bottles of vodka and his word that he wouldn’t leave a mess, scout’s honor and all that. sure thing, the man had been more than happy to ignore whatever weird shit he was gonna do, he said. it was all the same to him as long as he cleaned after himself. it was all fucking dirt, anyway, what mess could he really make?

john had a whole giant magic circle chalked up in an area of the cemetery. he had candles going too. all the bells and whistles for the son of a bitch, hoping he’d catch him in a good mood. though, with demons, they were usually in a good mood. specially nowadays that things were going to shit.

john put another cigarette to his lips and lit it, taking a deep drag as he did, ready to start summoning the fucker. he rolled up his sleeves, exposing the tattooed skin of his arms now, clearing his head and all to start when he heard rummaging around about some gravestones far to his left.

psychic feelers out and attentive, he didn’t even need to look.

a young girl. kinda goth-y, he thought. for whatever that was these days. “ain’t it past your bedtime, kid?”

[egghatched]

@phntasmgoria / sc.

and the wingless dragon looks down at the stranger, tail slowly swaying from side to side as she inspects the one who had entered her territory. a low rumble deep in her chest — less of a threatening noise, more of an inquisitive one.

“i am not here to hurt you,” she states plainly, “but carrying yourself alone here will not keep you safe.”

[ankokutemple]

@tsukkiakarii / closed starter.

and quietly, a one-eyed fox creeps up behind her. body battered by his age, covered in scars, thinned fur, and bald-spots — it was far from the image of beauty of your typical fox around ryoshima coast.

the chitter-chatter of creatures seem to dull as the one-eyed fox approaches; no one wanting to be around him. however, he seeks her out from curiosity — innately knowing she held an incredible power.

she reminded him of the moon; beautiful and gravitational. akifusa approaches her like a moth to a flame.

“if you’re looking for the priestess of ryoshima coast, she’s not in her temple right now,” delicate voice comes from the fox, now sitting in her shadow. a tail curls around his paws, “a shame. she would have killed you quickly — monsters aren’t allowed to thrive here.”

a twinkle to his remaining eye.

“how sad for you.”

[lovechasing]

@tsukkiakarii / sc.

and she stood like a skyscraper, something that didn’t particularly frighten amy — but she still stepped forward with caution. always believe in the better nature of people (even when their shadow threatens to eat you up), but admittedly, she wasn’t entirely sure if this counted as a ‘person’ to begin with.

regardless, she starts conversation, “wow, you’re really…”

“...really tall.”

[rabbitprose]

@whirling-fangs / sc.

“aww, you’re interrupting my meal, inosuke! that's bad manners!” lighthearted laughter despite the fact he’d clearly recently killed someone. he takes another bite from the arm, before talking with his mouth full, “did ya need somethin’?”

[uppertwo]

🪷 | open.

"love... the feeling of your heart beating so hard it might pop. isn't that a sensation worth dying for~?"

[gilmoires]

daughter of lucifer. years of practice as a mom prepared her for this moment, able to steel her resolve and prevent any visible reaction to the information that the other just handed to her on a silver platter. "oh honey," she sighs softly, before there's a soft tut of her tongue, not dismissive of her feelings but of the weight that delaney burdened herself with. "you know what i see? i see a kid sitting in my kitchen at two in the morning, losing a who-can-drink-more-coffee contest with me, worrying about whether she's going to turn evil or not. but you know what evil people don't do? worry about it." ... @he11sprncss

[hakuuji]

"i don't understand," a pause, "why bother being kind to me?"

[rnajokko]

@phntasmgoria (for mami!) / starter call.

and the tiny pitter-patter of paws can soon be picked up by mami — beginning to trail her shadow with that same cat-like smile.

“it’s a wonder that you saved those two girls,” madoka and sayaka, “and myself — you’re amazing, mami.”

“i wanted to ask you something,” it trots a little faster, keeping up pace, “did you really come to rescue me from that magical girl? or did you sense something greater?”

it doesn’t reveal everything about madoka quite yet, it wanted to know what she knew, first and foremost.

[lurkingpoisons]

🦋 | open starter.

“it’s not very smart to be here,” a soft hint of laughter, as a smile rests upon her lips, “especially at night. you must have a death wish.~”

[nineforms]

@weavinghands / starter call here.

this one… was intimidating!! for a few moments too many, kyōjurō completely forgets to blink — too entranced by the chilling gaze she carried. stiffly, he lifts a hand to his mouth and clears his throat, before even more stiffly, his hand returns to his side.

“i don’t think i’ve seen you here before!” he tries to be polite regardless, “i am kyōjurō rengoku, and i will be happy to guide you to your room for the night!!”

“have you travelled here by yourself?”