2ouma

[2ouma]

remembered this blog exists like a hot flash

[2ouma]

anyway in other news the colours in douma's eyes shift and swim around :)

[2ouma]

disappointment swims beneath the surface of his skin, reflected in prismatic gaze as he watches her. her survival is admirable, that he can forgive, but it only serves to drive his hunger. vividly he remembers placating himself with the notion that although in victory he did not get to devour her and claim her for himself, her death would have swiftly followed his departure in the rising of the sun. the knowledge of this failure is akin to a blade slicing skin, the motion he dodged only moments ago. the flower hashira speaks and the heady giddiness he'd felt during their battle comes back to him, something he'd massacre thousands of villages to experience for the first time again. he bares sharp canines to her, eyes imploring, searching though he keeps his distance. “ fortunately not! ” tone carried on the breeze that blows between them, it's light, glad almost. a raise of his arms, palms open and fingers waggling in her direction as a teasing wave.

a delicate laugh, one that would sound inviting to ears that do not know douma's true shape, the blood - soaked monster beneath the smile placed upon his lips. “ it seems we were fated to meet again. ” he doesn't believe in such things, wasteful thoughts of devotion that could turn violent when held within the wrong mind, but if he did, he thinks that gods would not be so cruel as to place her before him again. though the thought nags, he pauses and looks to the broken trap at his feet, kicks at it to inspect it further, then allows his eyes to follow the path back to her form, glimmering underneath fading moonlight like something of a dream, a nightmare to others of his kind. bothersome that they should meet like this once more, even more so with the statement that leaves him. “ a trap. ” lips press together in an imitation of sympathy, and the more he looks at her, the more he sees. “ ahh. your survival cost you a great deal, mm? ” a deep sigh, near wistful at the corners of it. the smile fades, though eyes remain alight with promise., colours swimming and shifting beneath sigils. “ this is no fun. i don't like playing with broken toys. ”

the outskirts of a rural farming village: roughly two thirty in the morning, from what kanae can make out through the lit reflection of a clock off a smashed window pane. the supermoon bleeds in through the cracks on the wall, extraordinary in it's brightness on a cold autumn night. EVERY HOUSE THE FLOWER HASHIRA WALKED THROUGH THUS FAR HAD BEEN THE SAME. bloodstained floors, bodies strewn about like discarded children's dolls, a disturbing lack of women and girls. it's a familiar pattern she doesn't recognize in the moment, too occupied with the short distance in front of her she can see. [ she'd known she never be the same. she'd always known. it was the first thing she'd been warned of when she took on her breathing technique. ] kanae knows she cannot let it halter her, must force on like plant growth through the cracks of cobblestone walkways. much like she knows it'd be pointless to scour every other home: the sun would be rising within the next three hours. inevitable to walk in on it mid meal. the flower hashira figures she has half an hour — anything smart enough to massacre an entire village with a preference would be working it's way back to shadowed shelter. IT WAS GETTING HARD TO SEE, ANYWAY, IN THESE TIGHT WOODEN HALLWAYS. she heads toward the treeline, rushes to find a place where the canopy is open, lucky enough to stumble on the hole of an uprooted tree.

a trap is laid, shed leaves woven in a blanket atop the gap in the ground. it's an elementary tactic, but she's disadvantaged enough as it is. hardly enough to stop it: more than enough for easier access to a clean swing at the neck. momentary as it may be. IT ISN'T THREE MINUTES LATER SOMETHING MOVES THROUGH THE FOREST. the flower hashira hides out of sight, tucked behind the tangle of branches and trunks. [ she moves quick, but it moves quicker: it's jumped out of reach before she can bring her blade down. ] it's a voice that haunts her memories, something bones seem to remember. her mask is strong. smile sickeningly sweet as she fights the pit forming in the hollow of her sternum. ❝   how funny — i was hoping you'd burned.   ❞

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sometimes characters don't experience the feeling of love and that's ok guys ... it truly is ok. people forcing love onto douma by saying he was in love with kotoha and that's why he didn't kill her. he was intrigued and fascinated by the devotion and love she had for her son, the relationship she shared with him despite him not having 'earned it'. douma spent his childhood on a pedestal, worshipped and presented as a deified soul, and playing that role got him love and affection, neither of which he completely understood of felt to the fullest degree. kotoha radiated kindness and love and gratitude and it interested him enough to want to keep her with him. to douma, devouring his followers is a means of keeping them with him, he could tell that by kotoha's innate warmth and gratitude that this wasn't necessary with her, and wanted to keep experiencing that.

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mmm i'd like to get some plots going so umm ... 👍this for that

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moonlight piercing through the trees, air that would have once nipped at his skin settles across it, carried by the gentle breeze. there is no warmth to be found underneath a gazing moon, not in such ways he might have once felt it across his skin in another lifetime. he doesn't smell it anymore, the blood, but he feels it hanging in the air, heavy and rich. walking away from the scene and cleaning stained hands, he doesn't notice the trap laden amongst the forested floor on the outskirts of the village, though once caught in it, it takes mere seconds for him to descend back to the ground. a graceful landing accompanied by a bout of small, sighed complaints, before another voice joins in breaking the silence behind him.

⅋ @hanakokyu : wow, nice trick. i'm sure you're a hit at parties .

and he knows it. form turns, kaleidoscopic gaze quickly falls upon the shape of a girl he already knew to be there, lurking half - coated in moonlight, but he'd had his fill of the village women, gathered what he'd needed and was content to be on his way. there are glimpses then, of shimmering flowers and a blade catching at skin, fans and claws and blood, his and hers both. and the sun, a glorious villain that had robbed him of true victory, a satisfying end to the tale he'd never tell. even more so now the moon hangs to taunt him, purpled clouds hanging in the distance only mere hours from rising. “ what a pleasant surprise. ” tail end of words caught on a hum of sheer amusement, head craning to the side to study her, fangs bared on a grin of reminiscence. he notices she isn't looking at him but around him, as if his voice exists everywhere and nowhere at once, and not directly in front of her a few paces. it takes a few moments, but then he releases a short ah! and tuts at himself for forgetting. “ the flower girl, aren't you? ... i thought you perished. ” she looks worse for wear, an idle thought, stirring that same conquering feeling, but then it swims beneath the surface of his skin and boils his blood, disappointment.

[2ouma]

ALL MY HARD WORK REDUCED TO NOTHING??

[2ouma]

#thats my man your honour yes he did it all no i dont care ON MAIN?????

# HE DID IT ALL NO I DONT CARE

[2ouma]

KNY: KATANAKAJI NO SATO-HEN 01.

Has there ever been a time when I didn’t meet your expectations?

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mmm i'd like to get some plots going so umm ... 👍this for that

[2ouma]

i fear i will never be over douma's entrance in the anime ... AURA WAS INVENTED HERE ...

[2ouma]

funny how the story can change if you have any of these children getting saved by demons as opposed to hashira / demon slayers

[2ouma]

↪ 𝐹𝐼𝐿𝐿𝑂𝑅𝑌 ⅋ 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 . ( a collection of sentence starters from season one of syfy's the magicians . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt will be updated as time goes on . )

it's always something with you , isn't it ? it's always an emergency .

look , this is your responsibility .

wow , nice trick . i'm sure you're a hit at parties .

so ... you think you're ready .

i called you . all weekend . where were you ?

okay , we have got to pull you together .

you can't run away hard enough , can you ?

i know where you were all weekend .

life is raw , everybody medicates .

i love you . call me , okay ?

am i hallucinating ?

come on , or you'll miss it .

can i start over ? please .

i'm going to make sure you don't remember a thing .

playing with time is such difficult magic .

don't bother trying to compare yourself .

it's good to be aware the world is blatantly unfair .

it's my fault that they said that .

if you think my family is some sort of advantage , you've been misinformed .

maybe i wouldn't let myself forget .

that was before i knew there was something else .

it's really okay if this is not your thing .

you're hurting yourself , & you're not okay .

i just needed to see if i was right .

we've been watching you for quite a while now .

hello ? do you need help ?

you feel right because you're starting towards your destiny .

for some reason , you're involved . so be involved .

look , hold that thought , okay ?

i'm obviously coming with you .

there's no such thing as safe magic .

what is this place exactly , besides a health hazard ?

you ask a lot of questions .

jesus , you didn't tell me you were dangerous .

it's a little bit bigger than messing up .

there's a bad story every few years around here .

can you just help me live with myself ?

i'm gonna tell you something deep & dark & personal now .

i'm trying to tell you , you are not alone here .

i don't know . i wanna be your friend , i guess .

you should hate me right now .

the last thing i wanted to do growing up was read fantasy .

let's just say life wasn't exactly non-stop fun growing up .

if you're guilty , i'm guilty .

come do something stupid with me before you go .

okay , you know what ? i'm not interested in your personal issues .

this isn't just some lark to me , just so you know .

i mean seriously , what do they expect , you know ?

look , you can't run away from you .

there's nothing i can do in this moment to stop the comet from crashing into the earth , is there ?

i keep trying to tell myself that this is somehow better .

you don't see color & want to go back to black & white .

you can't help , & i can't help you .

what the hell was that , you maniac ?

why would you ever trust anyone ?

i'm willing to teach the right people what i know . & i know a lot .

you're lucky i can fix this .

hey , have you heard of karma ? sometimes it's instant .

i'm generous with you , considering .

get me everything on this list . this week .

why even ask , if you'll just forget it again ?

that's not a real answer .

you're a much better liar than i expected you to be .

do you think you have a destiny ?

there is no destiny . no born heroes .

you can either step up to it or not , that's up to you .

this is your problem , that you should solve !

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douma during every meeting of the twelve

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𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘,   (a prompt list lifted from the novel/book with the same name, by ivy tholen, triggers for gore, violence, blood, injuries and general horror will be present. change pronouns as you see fit)

is this a joke? please tell me this is a joke.

i put the car in reverse and managed to drive away unseen.

i was never going to walk away from this.

please don’t make me do it.

i’ve already given you enough therapy material for the next thirty years.

stop it! you’re going to kill us both!

too bad your phones gone. your fans would die if they could see you now.

it’s like licking copper pipes covered in sand.

i can’t have you bleed to death.

nobody ever becomes a professional musician anyway.

you’ll probably become an accountant or something.

i’m not going to kill you. i’m just going to end your life.

too rough for you?

someone will see this and call the cops. they’re coming for you.

they ain’t gonna catch me.

you confessed to everything and provided enough evidence to convict you.

this is texas. you’re gonna fry.

i don’t have it in me to mutilate you.

you have to die, but you don’t have to slasher movie die.

i wasn’t going to put all of this online.

it’s better to go out with a bang, right?

i can help you. it doesn’t have to end this way.

what is done can be undone. please call me.

you put on a freaky costume and stalked her.

is this a joke? where are you? what did you do?

you’re a real sick piece of shit.

they think it’s fake! should i be offended or flattered?

i’m less and less scared the longer were up here.

oh my god, why are you acting like this is a party?

are you really in a position to mock me?

oh what are you going to do? kill me?

you decided. you decided before we even got here.

you just lied to yourself and said you’d spare me so you’d feel less like a villain.

well, i can’t exactly put all this online. or can i?

who would agree to do that for you?

it was hard to decide to kill you. you don’t deserve it. not like the rest of them.

of course you did. why wouldn’t you?

you butchered them. how are you not drenched in blood?

you put up a fight though, more than i expected.

who wouldn’t want to stare into these bette davis eyes for eternity?

does this mean your idea of heaven is staring at yourself in the mirror?

i don’t care anymore. just tell me what you’re going to do.

you must be in as much pain as i am, right?

how can a person be mopey and anxious at the same time?

so i’m pathetic. you’re pathetic. we’re kindred spirits.

are you finding jesus right here in this carnival or something? 

i’m miserable. i thought it would make me feel better.

when i first decided to do this, i planned to kill you.

i didn’t want to mangle you or make you suffer.

why? we had a deal. why did you kill her?

give us a story and we’ll stick to it.

people never really give each other the benefit of the doubt.

everything is too much, right? you get it?

have you ever felt like the entire world is turning against you?

they’re so cute i could steal them and take them home.

i mean, i can’t say no to ice cream.

it would be better than murdering your friends in cold blood.

right, right. shouldn’t talk shit about the dead. my bad.

you’re such a little fighter, trying to find a weapon. i respect that.

you’d do anything for a friend, wouldn’t you?

we we’re never that close. you’d sell me out in a secound.

we’ll say we never saw the killer without his mask.

technically, you have to be crazy to kill someone in general.

i’ve seen this asshole in action. if he wanted you dead, you would be.

i will be right back and i will have cops with me.

one a scale of one to ten, how screwed are we?

can you enjoy a moment without researching it?

can you enjoy a moment without documenting it for your followers?

why didn’t you save me? i would’ve saved you.

if you’re not going to hurt me, can i leave?

i don’t even know who you are. you’re wearing a mask.

in fact, don’t hide at all. i’m not going to hurt you.

i already played hide and seek with [name], i’m bored with that game.

i can’t die in a room that smells like feet and old coffee.

can we please not refer to anyone in the past tense?

why are you telling me this right now?

you’re not crazy. i’m sorry if i made you feel that way.

i need you to know in case something happens.

we’ll be testifying at this asshole’s trail.

do whatever your little heart tells you.

i can’t touch a dead body.

he’ll find us. he’s had no trouble so far. it’s like he can teleport.

shouldn’t we hide as best as we can and wait?

there’s no happy ending for me. i threw it all away.

i’m pissed off and what you’re witnessing is me doing my best to feel better.

i’m not taking off the fucking mask. i might take yours off though.

it’s hard to hear anything inside this mask.

there’s never a good reason to murder people, you’re crazy.

if you run, i’ll catch you.

don’t run. i’m not moving. you don’t move neither.

i’m smashed up too. won’t be stopping me.

am i a horrible person if i say no?

it’s like you said. we have to save ourselves.

since when did you become a badass?

did we learn our lesson about dropping our weapons in front of murderers?

i’m light headed. i can’t do this much longer.

aren’t you dumbasses supposed to be hiding from me?

do you have a death wish? because i sure don’t.

you can tell me. are you the killer?

you told her to act like a kitty and fall asleep. it’s your fault.

how do you kill someone with a carousel?

we’re putting people in coffins?

when you see blood, you know blood, you feel blood.

if we don’t die, you wanna get married?

we’re going to die, aren’t we?

there’s a psycho in a cloak and mask chasing us around and you want to go into a haunted house?

you sound like the hero in an action movie. no one talks like that.

what if it’s more than one person?

do you have your phone with you?

this isn’t nearly as fun as i imagined it would be.

this night needs to end.

that fucking carousel music. it’s going to be stuck in my head for days.

fair enough. conversation dead and buried.

ugh. i don’t want to talk about this anymore.

if i tried to do that, i’d break my neck.

dude, this isn’t school. you don’t have to raise your hand.

people like to think they can survive a dangerous situation.

look, you don’t have to if you don’t want too.

never mind getting caught, how are we going to get home?

i want to go to college next year, not prison.

we need to get it done so we can explore the creepy abandoned carnival.

if people don’t want to ride with me, i’m not going to hold them hostage.

why are we playing along with this circus?

i’d sooner die than be so close to a body of water.

we’re breaking into a carnival with all our friends.

i’m a bad enough driver as it is.

i know for a fact she almost didn’t get an invite.

i read about it in an article on women’s self-defense.

i wouldn’t call me names if i were you.

you’re not a teeny bit concerned i might try to finish the job later?

i paid attention and learned.

are we all getting the picture now?

i can’t carry you. you’ll have to stay here.

i didn’t want to leave her there. i had no choice.

check yourself and make sure you’re okay.

yeah and the brown stuff is dried blood.

scared your name will be there?

your story was hard to believe.

i don’t want you to be freaked out about something when it probably means nothing.

maybe you’re putting together a pattern that isn’t really there.

i noticed something weird. you can’t call me crazy if i tell you.

what if we’re the only ones left?

it’s not about physical strength. we’re smarter than him.

the clock is running out for some people.

take off your mask.

if you’re going to kill me anyway, you might as well tell me who you are.

maybe i’ll take her and leave her in chunks. maybe i already have.

it’s not about not liking you. i don’t particularly dislike any of you. 

i’m curious, have you wondered why i’m doing this? what’s my motivation?

if i were in your shoes, i’d have so many questions.

turn around and look at me. it’s hard to hear anything inside this mask.

this doesn’t feel like reality. is it? is this really happening?

don’t joke about [name] hurting people. 

let’s not get too upset. emotions breed mistakes.

i don’t want him to go to jail. i want him dead.

if i see him again, i’m going to take your hammer and bash his brains in.

i wish i’d drilled a hole in his head when i had the chance.

it’s like there’s a million spiders running down my neck.

he killed my best friend. if i get my chance, i’m going to make him pay.

i picked it up when we ran.

he’s in here somewhere.

we have to keep running or we have to find a better hiding spot.

we also have to be prepared to fight.

i’m gonna hurl. it smells like lemon, cheese and metal in here.

see. carousel as murder weapon.

i’m serious. this is life or death.

all you have to do is curl up like a kitty and fall asleep.

then he found me. the gross tongue mask from before.

can you come here? i’m so high i’m hallucinating. or i hope i am.

move as fast as you can while we still have light.

did you put your arm around me to guide me into the building or so i could hold you?

my immortal soul just drifted up. just now. it bloomed.

mmm, grilled cheese. i should of gotten another one at dinner.

if i have to fight him, i’m playing for keeps.

it could be anyone. we can let the cops play detective.

i’m less concerned with who he is and more concerned with getting out alive.

you think it’s the same guy?

that has nothing to do with right now.

did you think i wouldn’t see you?

are we going to make it out alive?

we’re going the long way around to the house of horrors.

will you please get off the ground?

there was supposed to be a guard here tonight, wasn’t there?

i’d rather die than eat anything sweet.

i’m not so high that i can’t outrun this guy or even take him down.

you can’t go looking for them alone.

[name] is dead and if we don’t leave this carnival, so are we.

if you want to leave, go.

i’m going to try to find the others.

i have no idea what you’re talking about. we gotta go.

something something no man left behind.

we. can’t. leave. them.

we won’t be able to help the others if we’re dead.

there is someone in a black hooded cloak and demon mask.

it’s a scare actor costume from the carnival.

we have to get outta here.

well, i welcome him to come to me, i’ll kick his fucking ass!

why do i automatically assume people are dead?

what if everyone is dead?

we’re more likely to be arrested than murdered.

one hour and i’ll be done. sixty little minutes and it’s over.

god, i really don’t want to be here.

if i stop, it’s over, i’m dead.

you never know if you’ll get stuck without a bathroom when you need it.

i can’t wrap my head around one person wanting us dead. what could we have done to two?

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can you tell i truly didnt know who to put

:3c

[2ouma]

“AREN’T YOU EVEN A LITTLE BIT WORRIED ABOUT ME? YOU DON’T KNOW HOW DREADFULLY WORRIED I WAS, SINCE YOU ARE ALL CHERISHED COMRADES OF MINE! AND I’D BE HEARTBROKEN IF I LOST ANY OF MY COMRADES.”