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[hyakiru]

so one thing i've been trying to do is support the usps because the trump administration is actively trying to dismantle it. the usps is not only vital to ensure a fair mail in election during a pandemic, but is also the only way rural communities can get their mail, people in need of medication can get their prescriptions, and so much more. without it, we would have to rely on private shipping companies who often do not offer these services.

SO. what i'm doing is ...

DONATION COMMISSIONS!! ( wow amazing wow the audience is swooning )

for a purchase of $10 worth of stamps or more from the usps website or a usps office location, i will draw you a sketch like this one here!! just provide proof of receipt and we're all good. you can see examples of my art by clicking here.

reblog to spread the word, and feel free to dm me here!! thank you!!

[hyakiru]

Hi my name is Shadow Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with red streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and flame red eyes like fiery tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!) // rules are have fun don’t be a bigot and i’m alex, 22.

[hyakiru]

Hi my name is Shadow Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with red streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and flame red eyes like fiery tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!) // rules are have fun don’t be a bigot and i’m alex, 22.

[hyakiru]

hyakkimaru, despite leaving his father behind and coming to terms with his brother's hatred of him, still struggles with a great deal of rage. he has issues controlling his anger when provoked, a bit like when a dam breaks - he often goes on what seems like endless rampages, but can be stopped by those he cares about.

as an aside, he has abandonment issues as a result of what his father did to him. he gets scared that he's done the wrong thing or stepped out of line far too often and is sometimes sensitive to the slightest mood changes in those he's terrified of losing.

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risen from his slumber at 3 in the morning bc of strawberry mochi

[hyakiru]

hey so i trashed my old starter call because it was kind of old and i’d like to redo that fresh so… like for a starter !!

[hyakiru]

カエル ( frog? / froginvader )​:

    Looks to the left,              Looks to the right.     No one was around, right? Well here comes the cute frog baseball sliding over.

    He wraps his body around the taller’s leg, squishing and rubbing his cheek on it. Keroro’s eyes sparkled like a puppy looking for treats. Except this puppy wants head rubs.

he looks down. something is holding his leg - well, not something. he knew this creature quite well - it was exactly what he wanted to see in this neighborhood after he encountered it by chance last time. it was definitely not a demon ( no red, rather... a sad amount of green and blue that looked like the sickest algae known to mankind ), but it was certainly not of this earth. but, as long as it was not a threat, nor one of the beings that had unceremoniously stolen his limbs from him, it was of no concern.

besides, it was cute! just look at it, squirming its way around his leg and rubbing its cheek on it. hyakkimaru was quite familiar with this gesture; it was something the cats near the convenience store did whenever he passed by. they knew he always carried some little bits of bread with him... perfect for the hungry strays. it was the same expectant eyes, and how could he resist?

hyakkimaru smiles, kneels down. puts his hand on the frog’s head - strokes it back and forth. he can hardly resist a low giggle as he stares into its sparkly eyes - now that he had not seen before; at least, not to this extent.

“ you are... very cute. “ he begins. such smooth skin! and was that a cap on its head? or maybe... his head. was it part of his body? interesting. “ maybe... you are hungry too? “

he fishes out one of his bread pieces - still patting, of course - and holds it between his fingers.

“ not sure... you will like it. but you can try. “

[hyakiru]

巫女 ( priestess / empaethies )​:

            ❝   t-there is a lot of unseen horror in this world .  ❞

              uncanny glimmer to dark eyes , the refraction of thousands of refracting lights and unseen horrors . the fear in her heart for people that she didn’t know ; the great terror at the though they could have ever known the organic terror that she had once been put through . the flutter of butterfly lashes , the glimmer of doe eyes . part of her will never forget what it’s like to be prey . her  mouth has voiced a thousand screams  .    ❝   y-you s-should be careful in these woods .   ❞      @hyakiru​  ( 🌺 )

at first, he is silent at the warning. these woods were always crawling with secrets; he ought to know. he is one of them, but not in the way this humble shrine priestess might expect ( though, he had come to find priestesses rather fascinating - sources of light, hope, and purification ). though he is beginning to slowly regain those limbs that he hungered for, and not in the way the demons had, there is no doubt that danger does lurk around every corner. however... what she does not know is that hidden within his prosthetics, are ways to combat those unnatural beasts that, should they cross his path, would be banished to a hellish realm far too horrifying to imagine.

he regards her, the woman with an aura of silver and gold - a sign of purification, and yet hints of red upon her person; vertical lines that trailed upwards into the sky. like strings, unable to be cut by the strongest blade known to man.

“ monsters here. i know. “ he clarifies with a nod, though only to be informative rather than dismissive. “ many. a place... of spirits. some good, others... bad. “

then, a rustling. hyakkimaru instantly turns around on his heel. a hulking red aura approaches at a rapid pace. quickly, without even thinking, he grips the bandages of one of his prosthetic arms in his teeth, pulling it off and unsheathing his blade. ready. and before that centipede monstrosity can even step foot into the clearing, disturb the priestess...

slash! stab. the blade drives itself deep within the thing’s head, slicing it with no qualms. no troubles. a purple ooze drips out onto the grass, splashing onto hyakkimaru’s feet. ah well, he felt nothing anyway; it was a bit cold, but nothing he could not handle. and, just like that, the deed was done. but... after waiting a moment or so for something to happen... nothing. hyakkimaru examines his blade, the purple sliding off like water to tree bark. then, turns back to her.

it would be dangerous for her to wander alone; that he can be certain of. in the past, others would be none of his concern. but now, he could see how wrong that mentality was after dororo’s untimely kidnapping at the hands of itachi and crew. now, he could see human beings for all their complicated auras... and hers was fascinating, to say the least. she would attract demons to her like moths to a flame, no doubt...

“ you... safe now. but... will you be? to your destination? you... like a bright light. demons will come... no matter what. “

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@origcmibird​ inquired: both the boys give hug ...

the second both small arms wrap around his waist, he lets out a short gasp; as if pulled back before the brink of a roaring waterfall, about to plunge fifty feet deep. both of them have a pull that is unique to them; dororo’s strong, willful, in some ways desperate, while kubo’s is... different. he cannot figure out what, but it feels gentler, sweeter. but either way, it was something he did not experience often - or, ever, if he had to be precise.

he lets it sink in, closes his eyes. warmth, from both sides, pushing in. not from the front. not from the back. a thought comes to him as he meditates on this - would it be wrong of him to enjoy this moment? did he truly earn it? did he... deserve it? why was he having such thoughts in the first place, when it should have been clean cut? why have the dilemma, when the answer was right in front of him?

so many questions... none had answers. all he could do was stand still. frozen. but...

his hands come to both of their heads; strokes them. pats them, a big brother patting their little siblings’ heads in approval. he supposed that was what he should do in this scenario. maybe they were expecting some kind of reward. regardless... they ought to know he found it wonderful of them to even do such a lovely thing for him.

“ dororo. kubo. ...good. “

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“ ... “ now why is his face so focused? though he was stoic as always, there was a crease in his brow. a furrow. surely, something was wrong. surely, something earthshattering was rolling about in his mind--

“ frog. cute. i want... to touch it again. “

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@finalsparke​ inquired: ❛ do you ever wish things were easier? ❜

hyakkimaru's head lowers at the question. though his blades are unsheathed, and his eyes trained on her, it is undeniable that he has been caught at a loss. what can he possibly say? the question is terribly loaded, after all. did he ever wish things were easier - and why did it matter to her? why even bother wasting her time asking someone like him - a cleaner of all things hellish that stalked the earth? it seemed a pointless effort... or rather one that would not benefit either of them. truth be told, it confused him - all he could ask was:

“ why? “ with a cock of his head, blades dripping with blood. softly spoken. not a threat, not a retort of any kind. “ why... do you ask...? “ as he trails off, he looks down at the pool of blood - not his own, of course; it was far too blue for that - growing at his feet. slaying demons was the usual 9-5 at this point - by now, humankind ought to know about them. perhaps her nonchalance was because she had seen them too. he could not be sure. but, judging by her aura - far more overpowering than her actual, physical form in his eyes - she was... complicated. silver, sure; but boasting an array of colors, like a rainbow. suffice it to say, it is transfixing, a bit like watching a meteor shower.

very unusual. just who was she?

he could not understand. it was too strange, to put it as bluntly as possible. but, perhaps she would be placated if he answered. he was not one to pretend, and certainly not one to hide when questions were asked of him. for better or for worse, hyakkimaru was incapable of lying; he had never had the reason to learn, despite his nightly pasttimes. he was simply careful about avoiding suspicion. good for him, bad for the demons. but... did he ever wish things were different? that he was born “normal”, into a happy family that loved him unconditionally? celebrated each birthday he had with great excitement? reminded him that they loved him at every possible moment?

his brow furrows as he pictures this... or rather, fails to. what would it be like? it was the one scenario he could not imagine, because there, he had a complete body. a family. a home. as long as he was trying to conjure up the image in his mind’s eye as hard as he was, nothing would come. and so, after a fruitless minute or so, he shakes his head.

“ no. “ he answers. “ nothing to change. this is... my life. “

“ and you? why... here? now? you know... demons stalk. “

[hyakiru]

hyakkimaru abt to touch a badly drawn frog from memory so this is bound to end well. what would YOU do...

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✍ but only if you wanna!

painting this brought me back to my elementary and middle school days reading Shugo Chara and dears ... zombie loan was the only one I did not read and NOW I am going to read it thanks to u... legend!! // accepting!!

[hyakiru]

力持ち ( strong man / manlyspirit ):

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀❝  Don’t talk much , do ya . . ? ❞

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Totally invading Hyakkimaru’s personal space , Kamina knelt down to examine his face. Something about it bothered him - he could hardly see it ! ! 

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Crimson eyes stared into the one brown eye that stared back , the boy’s hair covering the entire right side of his face. He said nothing , but the wrinkle in his visible eyebrow made it obvious Kamina was certainly making him uneasy.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀❝ There ! ! ❞ Kamina roared , moving aside Hyakkimaru’s hair with the side of his hand.

the voice on this one. it was loud, imposing, all-encompassing; it was the kind of voice that could walk into a room and instantly announce itself as the one and only, with all eyes turning upon it without missing a beat. he has watched him this entire time, of course - he is always watching everyone, investigating their aura. absorbing it, taking it in, and this one’s...

well, he doesn’t exactly have time to guess as that man’s hand is on his hair, brushing it away; proudly declaring “ there “ as if it were some achievement. but hyakkimaru is not mad, no. he has no reason to be. if anything, his brow crinkles further, lip pouting. now he is utterly dumbfounded at the man’s... tenacity. gall? what was the word. he cannot remember.

“ why? “ he inquires. a simple question, but one nevertheless loaded with thousands of other questions that were dying to be answered. “ hair was fine. always like this. hm... “ he trails off, but does not take his eye off him for a second. though he is much shorter than him, hyakkimaru extends himself on his tiptoes, and puts his hands to the man’s face. feels his cheeks. rough, callous. has seen things in every line. he rubs his prosthetic thumb on the skin. strokes it once. feels a strand of stray hair. now he understands. a rough and tough person. not so bad.

he brushes that strand away, just as he had done to him. the same motion, though a little clunkier. slower. not as certain as how it had been done unto him.

“ there. “ he mimics, returning to the ground, flat on his feet. “ we are the same. is that... better? “

[hyakiru]

𝙏𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀      -     𝙒𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 .

TAGGED BY: @dansiere​ !! tysm!!

TAGGING: whomever wants to !! just tag me in it ... or i will be sad.

𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙉 -   melancholy at best , introspective , severely misunderstood , pleasure in the subdued , helping in your own way , dreams in poetry , the slowness of falling asleep , refreshing meditation .

𝙎𝙐𝙉 -     sunbleached clothes , futures that are too bright , everything at arm’s length , balancing intensity , blind encouragement , comfort of sleep , distracting sunspots in your vision , necessity of growth .

𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙈 -     chaos with a purpose , emotions running high , natural comfortable anarchy , high volume , leaving your mark , brief flashes of violence , rambling quickly , the intensity of desire .

𝙒𝙄𝙉𝘿 -   running towards instead of away , instinctive motivation , making an impact , knows everyone who knows anyone , playful pranks , mood swings in a split second , collecting old trinkets , uncontrollable focus .

𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙒 -     serene on the surface , cold blooded heart , love it or hate it attitude , good memories , heavy discussions , sharp determination , relentless resolve , not as scary as it seems .

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人食い ( cannibal / fiendt )​:

perhaps there was nothing worse , nor nothing greater than hell .  a seat perched atop the burning , wailing funeral pyres staring over abysmal pits . listening to the wretched wind that howled through the holes of skulls . how eeire . the dead dance frantically, fists beating against one another raw  & wicked . bones cracked & blood flowed . devils laugh , tongues twisting grotesquely over disgusting banquets . silver , gleaming utensils cut through grisly meat , slippery innards sliding past lipless mouths & into starving gullets . the twisted menagerie presented itself thusly .  &  it was only a mere glimpse of the overreaching chaos . that was hell .  & it was the only childhood en had truly known .  the wicked ,  the profane ,  the devildom . where the damned are torn to pieces & the hungry squabble over the smallest scraps .

the boy who crawled into hell & emerged it a man ,  sick with power & hunger . black tendrils of smoke curling past his mouth . equally strange as it was tenebrous . the rising evil out of the pit of something once-thought empty .

now he sits on a new throne .  solid gold . cup of  mushroom tea  resting on a nearby saucer . an adorable hellhound sleeps , curled ,  in his lap . he’s petting its fluffy fur in one hand & holding a long , thin  pipe  in the other . billowing smoke that isn’t his own ,  in hellish circles over & over .  faces of the dead .

“ we got ‘im for ya , boss ! sure took us long enough . he’s kinda slippery . almost broke aaaaall the bones in his body ! ha ha ! ”  she’s a hulking mass of muscle & tendons ,  towering .  possibly frightening , but infectiously enthusiastic . even as she grips hyakkimaru between her massive hands & gives him a toss ( what she might deem as … light ) before the throne .  the other ,  a living heart attack of a man  , grips his hammer in-between his stitched fingers . for sutures , they’re awfully clean .

“ hey , noi . you wanna hold him down ?  stop him from squirming so much ? ” says the heart - man , his grasp savage .  hammer horror ,  in full colour .

“ sure thing , shin !  i’ve always been better than you at that sorta thing , anyway . i’ll be careful ! ”

the heart - man clicked his tongue at her . covered by a mask , it was hard to tell that he was rolling his eyes .  " yeah . i get —— “

” the both of you , shut up . “  en spoke over the raucous noise .  the thrashing and the screaming . he watches over with an unsettling ease , that he’s seen the sufferings of others before his beady eyes before & allowed such .  time  &  again .  horrible .     ” instead of making pointless smalltalk , the least you two could manage for me is holding  that kid  down . unless …“      gaze unwavering , deadly sharp , en reaches to his mask . there is a mechanical groan , a clack , of the mask suddenly opening itself .  the maws of a demon .  

” asshole , “  the woman grit her sharp teeth , motioning for shin to help .  ” c'mon , you don’t want the kid to get 'shroomed , right ?  en could cook him for supper !  yeee——uck . “

” hm . i guess not . “

a moment passes . quiet amidst the chaos . their hands hold hyakkimaru in place firmly .  he wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon . nowhere at the foot of a threatening throne , where evil’s roots reached down into hell .  all along its high designs did mushrooms grow , metallic . cold . amanita muscaria . lentinula edodes . flammulina velutipes .  many more .  severed fingers & toes .  the occasional arm . all turned , twisted , soft .

en gives himself a heavy drag off of his pipe , clearing it all out with a deep sigh . perhaps it was poison . spores  he’d grown  immune  to &  everyone else would die  , cultivated from some hellish plant .  the mask was finally closed ,  clamped shut with a snap .     “ so , you’re one of those wretches from the hole .  i doubt you’re connected to them , but it wouldn’t hurt to   check your eyes   , anyhow .  i also doubt we’re the ones who took your … missing pieces . if we were , we would know .  ”

“ boss is hungrrrry ! ”  exclaimed the  skull  ,  a  tengu  following behind her . 

“ get the fuck out . we’re busy right now . ”

“ y-yes , boss ! ”

“ shin , check his eyes . ”

“ i don’t … see anything , en . ”

“ ah .  i’m partial to the  consuming  of my victims . but that doesn’t mean that i have someone dismembered & cooked outright .  i turn them , firstly , as i only  eat  mushrooms . you’re correct in assuming that it was my family who’d stolen your pieces  ,  but we have no real way of proving such .   i have many enemies ,  many people who want my severed head on a stick ,  who think i might’ve killed someone they hold dear .   you aren’t the only one .  

                       but what makes  you  think so ? ”

all this chatter was only serving to make the static clanging in his brain turn up ever the more. the way that they checked his eyes - forced them open, looked deep into those milky, useless sockets that served only as placeholders - was beyond frustrating. it was humiliating. yes, that emotion that had eluded him for so long. this man went on and on about how he had many enemies, he had a family that was to blame for stealing all the parts of him that were rightfully his - did it have to be so? why could he not skip the theatrics and give him a yes or no answer to his question? why did everyone have to prove so... so damned cryptic?

hyakkimaru grits his teeth, nose crinkled. if he was angry before, he is infuriated now; but he can do nothing in these two monsters' arms. were they monsters? as far as he was concerned, they were - auras of bright red, dripping in blood; they were, without a doubt, killers. consumers of humans. they would do whatever was necessary to get their fill, this much he could be certain of. though he could not see, he could still perceive what they truly were, whether they cared or not. likely not, but there was no doubt that they were far more dangerous than he had given them credit for. how foolish of him to try to confront the man directly. no... the mushroom eater. the filthy, twisted cannibal.

" you...! stole them! " hyakkimaru growls - an animalistic one, about to invite a beast living within that scrawny body out into the open. he struggles in their arms, his family's arms, a tiger about to pounce. " i know... i feel it! you... them! red everywhere... you did it. you! because... because...! rrgh! "

there was no time for coherent talk - by now, he was beyond it. the second they had taken him hostage, he was beyond it. there was no doubt in his mind that it was en. his family, whomever their names were. skull, tengu, heart, monster. they were all to blame! they were all complicit! they all enjoyed it, their voices were so bubbly, filled with life. filled with the flesh that they had likely taken from unsuspecting humans for their own enjoyment. to them, it was just another day on the job, but to him it was quite the opposite. of course it was...

this was life or death.

he turns sharply to the bigger one on the right. then, the wider one to the left; as much as his body can allow, given their strength. there is barely a difference between the two, other than their height. they are truly cleaners in every sense of the word - all that was missing was their demonic contracts, proof that they had gotten help from a disinterested third party. but, nevertheless... the answer to en's question was about to come spitting out. hyakkimaru's mind barrels forward, a one-track mind; a train rampaging on the opposite side of the track, about to careen with only god knew what obstacle beyond the tunnel. whatever it was...

it would not be pretty.

" reek! all of you. of death, " he spits, kicking, struggling still. " of meat. you... eat people. you... cannibalize! that... is how i know! " he declares; not proudly, but rather matter-of-factly. perhaps he will be laughed at for the childish conclusion, but he cannot put it to words, how he knows. he simply does. " no demon... no sorcerer... will live! "

AAAAAAAGH! a primal scream, enough to shake the entire room. that pompous man sitting there, that sorcerer, whose calm tone was sending shivers down his body, was negated at the sound of his own guttural voice. enough to tear down mountains, tear apart worlds. pure chaos contained in such a thin body. could it be... a demonic energy of its own? a sorcerer's touch? he could not be certain, because all he could see was pure red. everyone was an enemy, whether they had done wrong unto him or not.

with an inhuman strength, he breaks free - slashes one of their arms. an annoyed yelp; it briefly handicaps them. one of them. he jumps on top of the other. makes a deep gash in their head. another equally annoyed yelp ( AGAIN!? ), but he can’t be sure which. but not for long. this was only seconds worth of a head start. he charges at en, prosthetic arms thrown at his sides. with an enraged elegance, hyakkimaru’s freshly sharpened blade is at the mushroom-obsessed mafioso’s neck. though he is inches away from killing him, the cleaners just mere steps away ( already healed by the looks of it, and more determined than ever - if only hyakkimaru could see ). though in berserker mode, something is preventing him from making the cut. slicing that skin to ribbons; it is as if a wall prevents him from moving forward. hyakkimaru tries to resist it, grunting, groaning - but to no avail.

" YOU HAVE THEM! GIVE THEM! no... GAMES! “

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✍ (any version you'd like tbh! )

I went for rob pre void bc... epic crying pose... I guess he’s being sucked up by the void or maybe looking at someone playing fortnite idk u choose!! // accepting!