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digital-missiles replied to your post:

>B)

wtf ur so gay

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shoves u over

OKAY

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hyblood:

       the scent of mint && sandalwood was quickly overpowered by the the pipe she had within her grasp, the smoke itself slowly emerging from the pipe was sickeningly sweet with faint hints of tobacco, lilac && jasmine. a smile drifted across crimson painted lips as she began to lazily sift through the classical records in search of something she hadn’t owned yet, long fingers gently moved the records away from each other as crimson gaze settled upon the clerk. ❝  do you happen to have something… new? i’m afraid i’ve listened to all these. ❞    though judging from the tone she had received upon entry… maybe she should have a little fun with this human???

 【 ❝✖ –   The sultry voice that sliced-- though that was a strong word, as the feminine tenor was silky, yet husky-- through the quiet atmosphere caused the pale teenager to lift his head, bewilderment creasing his brow. The customers stature was definitely not average. She was tall, her figure shapely and elegant-- and a... demanding aura surrounded her.

 【 ❝✖ –   He remained quiet, merely blinking, when he felt a familiar burn caress his throat. Astonishment melted into exasperation at the sight of the pipe held within slim fingers, though Ryo didn’t necessarily mind the smoke-- as he was also a smoker-- he wasn’t keen on getting fired because he allowed some lady to waltz around and do as she wanted. 

 【 ❝✖ –   Ignoring the woman’s question, he deadpanned, “...Hey. You can’t smoke in here.”

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  【 ❝✖ –   Nearly hidden behind silvery lashes, poly-chrome irises were trained on the glossy pages of a magazine, though they weren’t really reading the difficult kanji characters. Ryo only wanted to seem like he was busy as to avoid chatting with customers, even if it meant he’d get scolded by his manager later for not appearing ‘friendly’.

  【 ❝✖ –   The bell attached to the front door chimed, signaling a person entering the minuscule shop. Ryo merely flipped the page of his magazine, not bothering to raise his head.

  【 ❝✖ –   “Welcome. Please, help yourself to our wide-variety of vinyls.”

  【 ❝✖ –   Ryo’s voice droned on, sounding tired and slightly irritated at the greeting he was required to say to customers. “Do not hesitate to ask me any questions should you find yourself in a situation that requires assistance.”

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digital-missiles:

     As if he didn’t already know that.

     Space Invaders was one of the most iconic symbols in the video game community, right up there with Mario, Pikachu and a handful of other characters that were recognizable. The fact that this person had no idea what they were looking at said more than their mouth did.

     Yukio was smart, after all. Sometimes.

     “Figured. So you don’t play any video games? At all? Not even at the arcade?”

     What a sad and boring existence.

   【 ❝✖ –   Ryo shifted his feet, the sudden urge to fill his lungs with the sweet, toxic fumes of tobacco making his lips go dry. It would be rude to smoke while in the proximity of this-- middle-schooler?-- though that didn’t stop Ryo’s hands from inching to his hoodie pocket where the familiar weight of his cigarettes rested, temptation caressing his rationality.

   【 ❝✖ –   A moment of silence followed the blond adolescent’s inquiry, multicolored irises flickering down to accusing emerald green before returning to the screen of the handheld console.

   【 ❝✖ –   “...Well, I’ve played... Mac-man?”

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      i know i already got a fancy promo up but since these seem to be rather popular right now, would you mind liking/reblogging this if you would be willing to interact with a fandomless demon/ogre hybrid oc???

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[ still haven’t made an actual promo for this asshole lmao, but go ahead and like/reblog/shoot me a message if you’d wanna plot with a mean fullbringer prick oc! ]

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retiine:

     His head tilted as he watched him – the amusement in his voice made      an uncomfortable chill run along the nape of his neck, a hand reaching      out of habit to rub the skin, as if trying to warm it with no avail. The      sudden movement that closed the space between them did make      Hideki take one ( very small ) step back, crimson eyes narrowing for a      few moments. He watched his head dip down – then back up – before      there was barely any space between them.

     Freckled nose scrunched up at the last set of words – gods he really      didn’t want to fucking do this, but he was left without a choice.

    “Others, abnormal, out of the ordinary – supernatural. What other      damn word do I need to say. And if ya don’t believe me…”

     A light circle of blue surrounded both his pupils, glowing all too brightly      against the darker red of his eye. The phone started ringing, the      printer started spewing papers onto the floor ( his uncle wouldn’t be      happy about this ), lights flickered wildly – nearly blowing themselves      out by how bright they burned – the paper shredder ran without      anything to rip apart. All the noises wildly mixed together – before      falling silent. 

     Hideki watched him before touching his hand to the printer besides      him, sparks of electricity jolting wildly out of the machine for a few      moments before he pulled his hand back, watching the electricity jump      over his arm and around his fingers before pressing his hands together      and forcing it into a small, floating ball. It was clear the energy didn’t      want to be contained in a small sphere, but he held it there for now.

    “There ain’t that many things here that I want to use as a source –      last thing I need is to fuck up my uncle’s office.” A rivulet of blood      escaped one nostril – it’s been too long since he’s used his ability and      it was mildly taxing on him. “My point is, yer fuckin’ horrible at hidin’      yer presence and that yer not human. It oozes out of ya.”

    【 ❝✖ –   A few moments before all the machines in the room began to go haywire, the air seemed to practically vibrate with power, the strange-- yet very familiar-- energy running along his arms. The hair on his arms rose in anticipation when the room abruptly went quiet, Ryo’s racing heartbeat filling his ears as he slowly began to back away; hands raising out in front of his person lest he need to fend off his captor.

    【 ❝✖ –   Scarlet hues were now lit with a blue ring wrapped around the pupil, illuminating bright enough to cause Ryo to blink and see colors behind his lids. Ryo couldn’t tear his eyes away-- it was as if those unnatural irises were staring into his soul; like they could see every lie and every inner barrier he’d made to protect himself. It was only when a bright light formed within large, pale hands that Ryo was able to tear his eyes away in favor of turning his attention to the offending, refulgent orb. The radiant orb seemed to be fighting against the albino, lurching towards Ryo momentarily. Ryo jerked backwards, fear creeping onto his tense shoulders while his eyes flickered between the orb and the tall man-- who seemed to now be bleeding from his nose.

    【 ❝✖ –   Ryo felt the urge to reach for his gun, the cold object pressed against the small of his back usually a comforting feeling, though now it was anything but that. He felt-- no, he knew-- it would be of no use to subduing this man. Though despite his terrifying appearance, he still seemed to have a strong antipathy towards attacking Ryo. Like he actually was telling the truth, and that he was like Ryo. Cursed with a power that was bestowed upon him and forced to live with it.

    【 ❝✖ –   Lost within his thoughts, Ryo hadn’t realized his body was visibly shaking-- whether it was relief or horror, he was unsure-- and his left eye was burning. The burgundy hue was lit with a soft glow, something Ryo had only seen once. Rushing to cover the fluorescent iris, a trembling hand shot out, the palm pressed against his cheek bone while slim digits curled into silver locks. This only happened when he used his power-- which certainly wasn’t activated currently. It was almost as if...

    【 ❝✖ –   As if his body was responding to a similar power.

    【 ❝✖ –   At some point, Ryo’s gaze had fallen to the ground, his visible, blue eye staring in shock at the floor beneath him and the feet of the stranger. When the other spoke again, Ryo swallowed thickly, letting his hand fall from his face to reveal the burgundy hue, light red tendrils flowing from it.

    【 ❝✖ –   “...Not human...” Ryo’s voice was reticent, quiet enough for the other to probably need to strain his hearing to catch his words. “...You say that like it’s easy.”

    【 ❝✖ –   “...Even if we did have something in common... what makes you think I’d want help from you?”

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wind-bladed:

               As the conversation progressed to less sensitive topics ( well, sensitive was perhaps too much; it was more a tired area of interaction for Ichigo ), he began to relax more. His shoulders had slackened and his brows that were so often bowing together had drawn back, expression passive as he nods to Ryo’s answer. Curiosity did grace the edges of his thoughts as he pulled a crinkled paper from his pocket, Ichigo’s gaze dropping to the sheet in question. 

                He glances up once as it is extended to him, but takes it after a second. Ichigo reads the fading print, the title of the shop and some minimalist-style decoration surrounding the text, and finally at the bottom, an address. A hum of acknowledge rises in his throat, looking up after a few minutes of gracing the text. 

               “Me neither, honestly…” he says possibly alluding to his brash attitude and fowl temper, shrugging his shoulders before continuing. “Hair’s a pretty… normal thing to talk about, I guess. I’m just touchy about it,” he explains through some means of consolation, but comfort through words is not where his talents rest. “Sorry,” he finally says, hoping to let the graces of the first impression pass between them. 

      【 ❝✖ --  Ryo was unsure of what to do with his hands, opting to awkwardly lace his fingers behind his back while he leaned forward slightly to allow his own gaze to travel over the rumpled paper. The kanji printed on it made his head spin-- which caused him to raise his eyes and examine the other teenager in favor of getting a headache. He still had problems reading kanji-- though he could endure the dizziness if it was absolutely necessary. Contrasting hues took in the strong yet youthful jaw of the teenager, eyes the color of swirling, hot coffee reading the paper in his grasp. Unruly orange locks seemed to be pointing in every direction-- almost like a purposeful... bedhead? Did that even make any sense?

      【 ❝✖ --   He didn’t expect the other to look up from reading, resulting in Ryo jolting back a step instinctively. 

      【 ❝✖ --  “...Ah, I see.” It was understandable-- Ryo didn’t see it as a touchy subject because he’d long since blocked out other peoples opinions, though he could relate to the orange haired teenager on some level. Ryo felt his brow crease when the other apologized, confusion gracing his features. Then he realized the stranger may have been referring to his previous behavior-- though Ryo wasn’t really one to care for trivial things such as that. He didn’t hold any grudges nor acknowledge other peoples attitude towards him merely because it was a waste of energy Ryo did not have to spare.

      【 ❝✖ --  “...Oh..” He began, voice airy, “I don’t mind. I’m pretty sure I’m not a... ray of sunshine either.”

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retiine:

     Hideki’s expression softened, a low ‘hm’ leaving his throat at the first      answer and eyes falling shut. “Understandable.” It was either for      himself or someone else who couldn’t get it for themselves due to      whatever reason – he did wonder the story behind him, but that wasn’t      in his place to ask.

     He had nothing else to say on the response he got from the first      question, shit happens, people have shitty lives ( he himself hadn’t      been free of it ) … the second one though was another story.

    “Bullshit.” His voice snapped slightly with those words. “’M not blind      or stupid. Yer the one I sensed earlier in the cafe.”

     Hideki didn’t know exactly what he was besides some vague infor-      mation he had been told, and even then the only few words he could      really tack to himself was ‘spirit-seeing’, ‘supernatural’ and ‘fullbringer’      – something he wanted to keep under wraps; only one other person      really knew the truth. “I dunno exactly how ya got in, but it ain’t      through any natural means.”

     For what it looked like, he wasn’t a spirit or a shinigami … not a hollow      … and his presence was unique yet similar all at the same time. Was      he one too? His gut and common sense said yes at this point. There      was a tilt of his head, gaze moving off him and to some spot on the      wall, not staring at anything in particular. “Um … only reason I asked      is because it ain’t common to meet … others.”

      Tension rose in the air, thick and heavy enough to choke anyone who dared to intrude on this suddenly very personal conversation. Ryo’s head lowered, snowy locks blocking his astonished gaze-- which he was thankful for. What was he supposed to say to that? All had been going well-- though as he’d predicted, lying had only complicated things. His grip on the edge of the desk tightened, the skin over bony knuckles turning white as Ryo’s grasp turned brutal enough for the wood to chip slightly.

      A cruel smirk twisted onto pale lips, laughter barely held at bay when albino began spouting shit about it being abnormal to meet ‘others’? Others-- that was a fucking riot. Swallowing the chuckle that was tickling his throat, Ryo shook his head, lifting it a second later to reveal his controlled expression.

      “...Other’s, huh?” Amusement curled around each syllable, though it didn’t reach his eyes, “...That’s a bold statement...” He pushed off the desk abruptly, striding calmly towards the man standing at the door; who seemed to be acting as a human blockade. Ryo’s eyes briefly flashed downwards, catching sight of the shadow at the mans feet. If needed to, he could it as an escape-- though it would be extremely difficult to reach. It was simply a precaution that hopefully wouldn’t be necessary. 

      Ryo didn’t halt his advance until he stood directly in front of the cafe employee, uncaring that he had tilt his head up to lock eyes with him. Pale eyebrows slowly furrowed, irritation percolating through his emotionless mask. This guy seemed to know something-- though Ryo was unwilling to reveal anything on his end until he was absolutely positive he could be trusted. The last thing he needed was more rumors spreading.

      “...What exactly are you implying?”