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eats my fingers i need to do more things on kyo

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“I AM NO ONE’S PREY–!!” he corrects her with the elegance of a sledgehammer — never intending to be particularly rude, but always seeming to be blunt nonetheless, “but if he tries to turn me into a demon again, i’ll have no choice but to stand my ground!”

a flick of his thumb, and soon, sword is unsheathed. even if he could no longer perform breathing techniques — the tip of the blade still burned so brightly; illuminating the darkness between. 

“—may i ask one thing, please?” strange, how finger twitches with the urge to sign to her. he only signed to those he was incredibly familiar with — friends who had long since decided it was worth trying to know him on a personal level. he stuffs that instinct down — this was a demon, after all.

“why did you seek me out?” spoken boldly, even if deep inside, he was still on his knees. deep, deep inside — burning away to nothing. akaza had taken so much from him, and even if he tried to seem dignified — there was a bitterness he tried to keep secret.

don’t let them see you break down. while his father had never said such words (he wasn’t blessed with more than one breath of words per day), somehow, it felt like something he’d tell him.

so thus, even if he is a broken weapon — a flickering candle as opposed to a mighty bonfire — he does not let her see him fracture.

“it seems…” his smile seems tenser than before, “…like you are tormenting me.”

How ironic it were. Such a bright flame, but trapped within a vessel unable to bear it--in a way, it reminds her of Michikatsu: the feeling of being trapped within one's own body, until it becomes prison of flesh. She wonders if, someday, he too will fall just as Michikatsu had.

But that thought is buried beneath the strange nostalgia that surges within her, bittersweet as memories flood from the box she locked them within long ago.

It had been so long since she had seen that smile. He still looked just the same.

But this isn't him; how many centuries had passed, since that night she left for a mission she would never again return from? Since she had left the warmth of flames to instead lose herself in darkness?

"I have no interest in finishing his work--that is his business, you are his prey to finish off," though, somehow, she knows he won't. "Though you are correct in that I would not allow you to simply lay down your arms."

"A flame has no business reduced to an ember--it pleases me to see you have such spirit still even when faced with the impossibility of winning." Nostalgia is such an odd thing: centuries of memories most often meant little to her, night by night filled with nothing but death, but memories of humanity were full of thorns. Memories that Kokushibō were happy to leave buried, unless Dōma asked her of them.

There is no pity, yet there is odd, misplaced temptation to reach out, to bring him beneath her wing.

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kyo has a very interesting manner of talking tbh. he tries to be polite, but at the same time, he was raised by his father who speaks very bluntly/borderline vulgarly (see: umai vs oishii) AND his autism does make him tend to be very blunt and honest, even at the cost of someone's comfort (thankfully though, his transparency about everything is usually admired by his peers). from all this, how he speaks is very stiff and sometimes his sentence structures do come off as a little strange/awkward/inappropriate for the situation.

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@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!”

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my portrayal of kyo's transness is generally the same as on our old blog but the one thing that HAS changed is he no longer binds at all. :)

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Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 23

(Angry and irritated sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I just figured 'don't eat the evidence' went without saying!"

"I still don't think there's anything impressive or romantic about this."

"You realise I'm still here, right?"

"Nothing ever changes with you, does it?"

"I'm sure you have an abundance of questions, but I doubt I'll answer any of them."

"Must you always be such a smartass?"

"Unless you have an IQ higher than mine, I'm not interested in what you think."

"How come every time you come around, someone ends up getting hurt?"

"Don't you dare follow me!"

"You understand better than most the pain a lie can inflict."

"You used me."

"You don't believe I can do it? Well, I can!"

"I think this is a conversation for another time."

"I really don't want to have this conversation right now."

"You don't know what you're talking about. Can we not do this right now?"

"Don't worry about me. I don't want it, I don't need it. Just don't do it."

"Why would you say something like that? What kind of person says something like that?"

"Am I to take it you believe in this quote-unquote 'plan'?"

"You know what? My offer just expired."

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to touch other people's things?"

"You're stepping over a line here. You might want to step back."

"Oh, you really love yourself, don't you?"

"That's rather petty, even for you!"

"You could have killed me! You didn't, but you could have!"

"This isn't a game."

"So now you're a psychologist too?"

"You know, maybe I'm not the problem? Maybe it's you!"

"If you want to complain about life, you're talking to the wrong guy."

"You're giving me orders now?"

"I'm awfully bored of your shouting."

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

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🔥| open.

“a frown like that doesn’t do you justice, my friend,” a smile of his own, “you look much stronger when you laugh in the face of danger!”

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“ah,” well, there goes that plan — regardless, he couldn’t leave her out amidst the cities. it would soon be nightfall, and to leave her alone would be sentencing her to a preventable death. while the ex-hashira was nowhere near as powerful as he once was…

…we must protect each other, for it is all we have.

“well then!” he nods in acceptance of her response, “at least allow me to accompany you! it is very dangerous here during nighttime!”

a warm smile and a tilt of his head, as he rests hand on the hilt of a sword, “it would be unfortunate if your elegance were to disappear, madam!”

KIND SOUL , ONE WITH AN INFERNO FOR A HEART . his eyes speak of loyalty , of kindness . there is something odd of the other , enough that it makes her stare into his gaze until he cleared his throat . [ her gaze turned to the forest , a pleasant hum leaving her . ] she should not speak of her own being , of her being a shinigami ; --- poor humans often do not deal with death well . while it was not his time to die , he perhaps held enough reiatsu to be spiritually aware enough to notice her .

it made the spider's multiple hands shift curiously .

eyes of blood returned to him as she spoke . ❝ we have not met . ❞ shutara confirmed , she would remember such a bright mortal .

❝ there is no need to show me anywhere , i am simply here to observe these lands . i am rather curious of the grounds here ; they speak to me . my mind hopes to seek more of this area . ❞

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and always beaming — almost vibrating with overflowing energy, the cradle of his hands in her own seems to ground the ex-hashira. his bubbly smile turns calmer, and he lets out a slow exhale through his nose. 

“it is okay,” he tries to soothe her, like she soothed him, “it’s nothing i cannot survive, kanroji-san! while i fell unconscious during the battle, according to young kamado — the upper moon fled the battle!”

“lucky me, hm?” an air of playfulness takes him over.

"i can't even PUT INTO WORDS how wonderful it is to see you again !!"

while, yes, she has been getting notifications about his well beings ( she may have bugged everyone to the point of no return to be updated ), it was completely different to actually see him in the flesh.

and her smile was showing just HOW happy she was about this accidental encounter. reaching out her hands over the bowls of hot food, mitsuri grasped other's hands in her own, giving them a tight squeeze. it turned into gentlest of pats when he said stitches were painful, as if his hand was the part that had to be put back together. silly girl. "I was very worried when we found out about your ordeal!" she worried he'd die, but she wasn't gonna talk about bad things. not right now, there was no sense in tainting this wonderful occasion!

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" you're bleeding. "

a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. / accepting!

“...ha… hahaha…” he tries to laugh — the sun desperately trying to shine, despite the clouds covering over its warming rays. he’d done it again, hadn’t he? he’d made the fatal error of stubbornness — thinking he could survive anything, yet again.

but with each near-death experience, he grew weaker. his tolerance for pain was mighty, but with each strike to his body, it withered. and yet, the sun still smiles at her.

“it is okay,” he weakly beams, “there is no need to worry.”

slowly, he gathers himself to his feet — and dragging feet forward, he steps slowly past her.

“i just need to be examined again,” a pause, "they will fix me." and soon after admitting that, he crashed down unto the earth; collapsing.

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

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grabs your hand. you've had enough plot and exposition and character development lately im taking you to the beach episode

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and the reality of the situation was that senjurō had nearly lost everything. while kyōjurō’s fight with akaza had rocked his entire world — it was easy to forget about it, because why mourn a death that never occurred?

but perhaps… there was more to consider about this situation. before him stood his brother; someone who needed him, more than anything.

a glum expression sits on his features, it was unlike him to look so sorrowful. but then, a smile slowly snakes its way back to his lips — the sun shines down upon senjurō once more.

“i know i disappear on you so often, senjurō,” gradually, he kneels down — the injury from his stomach hurt as if akaza had tried to kill him only yesterday, “and i know… i’m not as great of an older brother as i could be.”

“but you can trust me,” voice soft, “i will not let you go, either.”

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❛ Aniki? please don't go. ❜

Nimble fingers fist the back of his brother cape apprehensively. He couldn’t stop the feeling of dread coursing through him. Dread so deep it wraps around his bones leaving him shivering. Fireish hues twinge with tears as they stare widely up at the older. He shouldn’t do this. He shouldn’t stop Kyo from doing his job, but something eats at the back of his mind telling him something was wrong. If he left… something was going to happen. 

❛ I can't handle losing you too.  ❜

They had already lost their mother. Dead due to sickness, and their father? Sure he was around. Falling ill to his own drunken stupor. Who else was there but Kyojuro? Who else did he have to look up to? Senjuro’s eyes drop to the ground. Shame shadows his features. He has to let go…He has to let Kyo go. The boy knows that much...And still his fingers refuse to loosen their hold. 

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@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?”

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kyojuro: THEY (his stitches) ARE VERY PAINFUL (< cry for help)

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and there was an immediate bow of his head (becoming dangerously close to hitting it on the table beneath), “that is entirely my fault — i hope you can forgive me, kanroji-san!!”

he waves over attendance to give her food at once — and soon, a bowl is present before her.

“you see, i’ve been under strict supervision since the attack from that demon! the medical staff were extremely busy looking after me — and from time to time, i must go back to get more intensive check ups!”

he gestures along his stomach.

“i have stitches here!! they are very painful!!”

this man, this man-- so much joy and love in EVERYTHING he did!

mitsuri hopped, immediately sliding into the chair across the way from former fire hashira, placing her open palms onto the hard wood of the table and beaming at him. "i am so glad to see you again, it's been too long!"

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#nineforms:

the sun is said to reflect happiness and contentment, vitality, self-confidence and success. sometimes referred to as the best card in tarot, it represents good things and positive outcomes to current struggles.

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