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"You're good people, well, by my standards anyway. You need any help or an extra pair of balls to steps on, White Suits got your back. Uh, the later does not include me."

Fingers adjusted her mask down as she placed a cigarette between her lips, lighting it up and drawing a deep breath, soft chuckle blowing puffs of smoke. “What kind of leader doesn’t lead by example?” She asked, even though by the teasing tone in her voice, she was flattered by his offer. 

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// In such a mood for a dark thread...not sure what though....

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to my mutuals & followers

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dokuhai:

               The eerie pause between them did not go unnoticed.  Rangiku knew that this woman was not to be trusted —— she wasn’t an idiot, after all.  From the slightest twitch of her fingers, to the way that aura of hers seemed closer to WRATH than to any inkling of friendliness … Ah, yes.  The lieutenant had come to the right place.  She was on a mission, after all —— and if that mission required some retail therapy in order for her to gain more information, Rangiku would gladly indulge.

              The artificial, bubbly mask Rangiku wore was extremely convincing to the untrained eye.  Manipulative tendencies aside, the lieutenant seemed sincere —— sweet, even, in her attempt to bond with the woman standing across from her.  She did her best to appear unaffected by the other’s snake-like eyes, though they did make her skin crawl. 

              ❝ You’re work outfit, hm?  What is it that you do, exactly~? ❞  Rangiku pondered as she pinched her chin between her thumb and index finger.  Her lips would curve into a smile as the other then attempted to draw attention to her own appearance.  How cute.

              ❝ ——H’oh?  Come now, we both know my outfit’s on point, ❞  the lieutenant hummed, quite obviously amused by the other’s choice of jab.  Knocking down Rangiku’s confidence was no easy feat, and she’d be damned if she let this stranger get her down.  Before she could get in another word, the cause of her mission had run off to change, emerging after a few short moments in some beautiful designer dress.  Rangiku had to admit, she wasn’t expecting such a drastic change in attire —— especially before a day of shopping…

              ❝ Well don’t you clean up nice~!  Yes, let’s go.  I’m so curious to see where it is you buy such flimsy things … I hope they’re as easy to put on as they are to take off~ ❞  Rangiku whispered to the other with a wink and a smile. 

                                               ‘ I wonder if Gin would appreciate lingerie like hers…? ’

              ❝ Ah, I guess I really do look like a tourist, hm?  You’re right, I’m not from around here —— though I’ve heard lovely things.  Do you have a favorite part of the city?  I’d love to learn more about this place.  And about you, of course!  What’s your name~? ❞

There was no such thing as chance. In a world where prey and predator mingled so freely around one another, every encounter was a potential brush with death. Did she think the woman would kill her? No, she could smell no scent of ghoul on her, no scent of quinque, but she did smell odd, enough that it was a particular perfume that she could pick out of a crowd. How delectable...the twenty million for the little dove that she had had before suddenly seemed to dwarf in the light of what this woman could be worth. With such a spectacular scent...perhaps even her little Undertaker friend could pull out her memories and zombify her meat for an extra spice. 

Excited twitter ran in the way of goosebumps down her arms as she changed. Yes, no such thing as chance. She had decided to not answer the questions posed to her until she came back out, looking much classier. “I’m a dominatrix to answer your question,” she said flippantly, motioning with her head for the other to follow her. Kitten heels clicked softly as she turned out onto the main drag, the wall of meat smell assaulting her senses. Fingers adjusted the mask over her nose and mouth, but even under it, the slightest pinch of her eyes announced a smile as she was complimented. “Thank you. And they are, deceptively easy. It’s all in the illusion,” she answered, giving a thoughtful hum with the last few questions. 

Favorite part of the city? Careful, careful now. “Ginza has the best fashion shops, but Harajuku also has really nice ones,” she said, dark eyes flicking between her companion and the road ahead. The more that she thought about it, the more that it was odd that the blonde had picked her out of the streets of people. Was it so simple as the fact that she looked different? 

“Hinata, Nakamura Hinata,” she lied, the name rolling easily off her tongue. How many names did that make her, now? Nutcracker, Reina, Mayu, Hinata, she was of all and of none. Being an enigma was the key, it made it difficult for them to track her. “It’s only fair that if you ask for a name, that you give one in turn,” she said, friendliness exuding from every pore on her perfect skin. 

“So where are you from?” She asked, companionable curiosity oozing from her, dripping from honeyed fangs. To soften the potential rudeness of such a sudden question, she accompanied it with a well-practiced giggle, dark gaze turning up to the blonde lieutenant again. “I hope you don’t take offense, it’s just that we don’t see many blonde haired, blue-eyed natives,” Nutcracker teased. “Oh, right, what does your budget look like?” How much money do you spend to make you look good and feel good? How expensive is your meat? Wagu human or indistinct? 

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If I am anything, it is violence.

Alejandra Pizarnik, from “[…] of the Silence,” Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972 (via lifeinpoetry)

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// guys I have so many nuts feelings right now. what do I do with them??

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// Guiz, I heard the sweet voice of my beloved Nutcracker today, it’s so good QQ 

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dokuhai:

@s-rated-nxtcracker.  /  continued from here.

             Rangiku arched a brow as the woman before her dropped her cigarette, only to gracefully grind it down into a fine ash beneath her heel.  How intriguing, she was —— clad in an all black ensemble that was borderline too edgy for the lieutenant’s taste, and yet this woman pulled it off, all the same.  Where was she going, dressed up ( or, rather, dressed down ) like this in some back alleyway?  Rangiku was not one to judge … well, no, OF COURSE she was one to judge, but still —— better to ask, than to assume…

            ❝ Is this really your entire outfit for the day?  I wish I could dress so scantily and get away with it.  How do you handle the cat calls?  I’m sure you get hundreds … Ooh~!  You’ll have to teach me your ways if we’re going shopping together.  I plan on doing some much needed retail therapy, so you’d best clear your schedule if you want to come join me~! ❞

This girl was far too pretty by half, the delicate edges of her face, those large blue eyes that could drown half her clients (the others were, by far, too fat), that delicate arch of her cheekbones, and even her pouty lips. It wasn’t fair how some could have so much beauty at their disposal. It made her want to rip Rangiku’s face off. Fingers twitched in the sudden bloodlust, but this was not a hidden enough place to fight. And perhaps, with beauty like this, the other woman would be worth more to sell rather than to simply consume.... Monetary greed overtook baser instincts, and she stilled that voice in her head, made easier by the sudden barrage of friendly chatter.

Snake-slit eyes blinked instead of responding right away, such a bubbly personality rather startling with the current fear level in the city. More people than ever were dying, ghouls were running rampant in the streets, and the CCG was murdering children in their beds, so it felt odd, this open friendliness. “This is my work outfit, you caught me on my way home,” she said, friendly voice accompanying the slightest tilt of her head, fingers pushing her mask up over her nose. Gaze slid over the woman’s own outfit, which given the preposterous proportions of her chest was lewd in and of itself and an eyebrow quirked. “Perhaps you should look at your own outfit first before talking about my own,” she playfully commented, another flash of barely-suppressed frustration rising to the surface. 

“You would like to dress like me? I could certainly help you with that. Let me change and I will show you to my favorite haunts,” she said, excusing herself to go back into the building behind her. Coming out a few minutes later in an Oscar de la Renta dress, she came to stand back in front of the busty Rangiku, motioning with her head. “Shall we go?” She offered, taking a step away and starting towards the shopping district. “Are you new around here?”

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you call it ‘a heinous violation of legal and ethical rules,’ i call it ‘creative problem-solving’

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“So much sinning today, must be in the air.”

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PSA -

VILLAINS ARE VILLAINS.

Villains are not a precious little punching bag that’s going to stand there and take your shit and be sassy with their hand on their hip. If you mess with the bull you get the horns – if you push a villain, you will get the wrath of a villain. If your character is rude/disrespectful to a villain, especially one in a high place of power, and the villain lashes out (whether it be verbally or physically) – 

THEN YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE UPSET ABOUT IT. WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPEN?

Don’t write with villain/cruel/evil characters if you can’t deal with a villain/cruel/evil character being less than nice to your precious cinnamon roll of a character. Surprise! That’s not how this works! If the villain suddenly kills your character without having spoken to you first, then you have absolutely every right to be mad. But if your character receives a verbal lashing or non-lethal physical response that is in character for the villain to give, then you need to deal with it. 

I’m also sick of this sense of prerogative way of thinking certain characters hold when it comes to villains. This mindset of, ‘oh this person is evil, bUT OBVIOUSLY THEY’LL LOVE ME AND I’LL BE THEIR SPECIAL SOMEONE THEY WON’T HATE ME OR TRY AND KILL ME.“ NO. STOP THAT. You cannot go into interactions with villains expecting them to absolutely fall in love with your character/be best friends with them. This is why it’s most times excruciatingly difficult to ship/bro-ship with villains. And even if this does happen, you should expect a villain to still be aggressive and/or rude from time to time. 

A VILLAIN DOES NOT STOP BEING A VILLAIN JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP.

I’ve written villains for a long time now, and one thing has been made perfectly clear – you will get shit for writing your character too IC and you will get shit for writing your character too OOC. You will be fucking cursed out for your character being aggressive to those who are rude to them, and you will be blasted for writing them being nice even just from time to time. So fellow villain writers – just let your villain flag fly. Don’t fucking listen to people who try and give you shit either way for your portrayal. To those who do not write villains – respect them. Just because your character is sassy and spunky, doesn’t automatically give them the right to try and be disrespectful to someone who is most likely superior to them.

TL;DR IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE HEAT, GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN. IF YOU CAN’T DEAL WITH SOMEONE BEING CRUEL TO YOUR MUSE, DON’T WRITE WITH VILLAINS.

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Send me anons as my muse's children: Nutcracker's son watched his mother cook, toddling after her where she went around the kitchen for the countless time. This question had been on his mind for a long time and now that he was older he could reach the counter with a stepping stool. Little face scrunched up in determination, he finally tugged on her sleeve, eyes bright. "Mommy, I want to help you cook too! Can you teach me how?" He will be happy even just setting the table but he wants to cook!

She was used to having her little shadow following her around, and she was happy to let him do that, knowing that the best way for him to learn new skills was to follow an elder’s example. She was washing her hands and preparing a fresh body when a little hand grabbed at her sleeve. Turning her attention down to Liang, she crouched down next to him, painted lips turning up into a light smile before she nodded her head, straightening up. “Get your stool and come wash your hands,” she instructed, smoothing bloodied hands on her butcher’s apron. 

It would be good for the child to learn how to prepare his own food in the case of something happening to his parents. She would not make her child learn how to do things on his own when he had two perfectly good parents to help him. Waiting for him to tug his stepping stool over, she would run the water and help to wash his hands before motioning to the counter with her head. “Okay, come over here with me,” she added, waiting patiently for her son to join her. 

“Why don’t we make some bacon and wrap some of it around the liver? If you eat it all there is jelly for desert,” she said, leaning down to smooth her child’s hair back, kissing the top of his head. “Let’s get you an apron,” she said, bringing a spare one out of the pantry in the corner of the kitchen and tying it around Liang. 

“Okay, so to get bacon we need to get it from this,” she said, turning to the counter behind them to lug the torso from the human she had been cleaning over in front of her son. “We get the bacon from here,” she said, motioning to the slice along the back and ribs that were best to use for the treat before flipping over the torso, motioning to one spot. “And the liver is in here. Let’s get the bacon first,” she said, flipping the body back over. Retrieving a filet knife, she started cutting out a chunk of meat, bringing it in front of Liang. Coming around behind him, she put the knife in his hand and grabbed his hand around it, cutting with him to show him how to do it. “There you go, be careful so you don’t hurt yourself. Put it over on the cooking sheet,” she said, taking the knife from the baby as she leaned over to get a metal cooking sheet to lay the strips out on.

Once they had a good number of “bacon” strips laying out, she turned the torso back over, and touched the area where she knew her next piece lay. “Okay, now, when you open a body, make sure to cut shallowly enough so you don’t cut anything but you have to be a little tough to get through the skin,” she instructed, once more placing the blade in her child’s hand, helping him to carefully cut open the torso. Once inside, she once more placed the blade far away from Liang, letting him look inside the remains, pointing out to him the important organs. 

Picking out the liver, she extracted it from the remains and had Liang help her wrap it in bacon before she basted it with some extra grease made from human fat and popped it in the oven. She then had Liang help her to snap some bones and pull out the marrow to make a thick pudding-type of side dish, giving Liang some plates after to help set up the table as she put the finishing touches on everything. “Thank you for helping,” she said, laying a hand on her small child’s head. “Now go and get your father, tell him food is ready,” she said, retreating back to the kitchen to get the food from the oven, laying it all out, just waiting for a nice family meal.

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takatsukisenoneeyedqueen:

              “You’ve got my attention, love.“ 

“A sweetheart for that neckline perhaps?” Slender fingers reach to trace the rise where such a neckline would cut.

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Send me Anons as my muse's child(ren)

Bonus if you hint the other parent!

Originally posted by astrology-gifs

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The small patter of small feet announce the presence of the ghoul child before the young one can be seen, the raven-haired babe following shortly. Freshly washed and ready for bed in his red silk pajamas, he stands in front of his father and taps his knee with a little pudgy hand. "Daddy, bedtime," he urges, ready for his new routine of being escorted to bed and being tucked in with a story. His father always told the best stories, after all.

&& ANONYMOUS ( Liáng )

Quick Chinese lesson: (1) Fùqīnmeans father. (2) Mǔqīn means mother. (3) Érzi means son.

     ┋ ╳ ┋ TATARA and Reina took turns telling Liáng bedtime stories now. Tatara would regale them in Mandarin Chinese, and Reina in Japanese in efforts to teach him both languages of his heritage. The father gently tucked his son in after he’d taken Liáng to brush his teeth, pulling the ghoul child’s green sheets and warm comforter over his small form and pulled up a chair beside his bed as Liáng got settled in and grabbed his favorite stuffed dragon plush toy so it could listen to the tale too.

      ┋ ╳ ┋ A NEW part of their routine, it was, one that Tatara had actually started growing fond of. It served as a dual bonding activity and education for his son. Tatara had already decided earlier what story he would share with him this time. He waited until the boy was settled in and staring at him expectantly before beginning in his native language in his calm, story telling voice he’d crafted just for Liáng.

    ❝ ♚–- …Noble Tiger traveled a great distance and began to feel his eyes growing heavy. Noble Tiger was very sleepy, you see. For he was very old… ❞

    Liáng chirped up, interrupting him and a breath of air left Tatara’s nose - the closest thing to a laugh he allowed himself.❝ Did he have no teeth? ❞

    ❝ He still had teeth…just no longer sharp. And so Noble Tiger lay himself under a great banyan tree — ❞

    ❝ What is a banyan tree? ❞ Liáng interrupted him again. Tatara didn’t mind when the boy stopped him mid-sentence. Liang was a bright child just as his name’s meaning, and inquiries were how one learned. It was better to be curious about things one did not understand.

    ❝ It is an interesting tree found in India, one of the uniquest ones I’ve ever seen. I will show you a picture tomorrow. ❞  Was the patient answer.

   ❝ Yes! ❞The ghoul child crowed enthusiastically, small form leaning forward excitedly.❝ What did Noble Tiger do next? ❞

    ❝ Noble Tiger fell into a deep slumber. He had the most beautiful dream of a long, shady path. And as he walked down it…he grew young again and began life anew….❞

    ❝ So he slept forever? ❞ His son held his dragon toy closer, sable eyebrows furrowed much like his father’s did when he was disturbed. Despite being a ghoul, Liángwas still very much a child, and death was a concept he did not fully understand yet so Tatara was slowly, carefully introducing him to the concept, knowing one day death would be familiar to his son – once Liang killed his first human.

    ❝  — Yes, but all of his friends in the forest were so happy for him. Then, they remembered all the treasures he left behind. ❞

    ❝ What is a ‘treasure,’ Fùqīn? ❞

    ❝  Well, a treasure can be many things, Érzi. It is something someone considers valuable – important to them. A treasure is something you wish to protect, something you care dearly about, something or someone that makes you happy. Can you think of anything like that, Liáng? ❞

    ❝ Hmm, Mǔqīn and you! And all my toys! But…what is Fùqīn’s treasure? ❞ Liáng asked, a small fist reaching up to rub an eye sleepily, his other young eye gazing at him curiously. One corner of Tatara’s lips lifted in the barest ghost of a soft smile.

    ❝ …You, Liáng, are the greatest treasure your mother ever gifted to me. ❞ Liáng blinked owlishly, silent for a few heartbeats before the ghoul child sprung from his bed and a whoosh of air left Tatara’s lungs as he slammed into his broad chest with the force of a low speed car and embraced him.

      ┋ ╳ ┋ The father stared down at him, his cold eyes softening and he lifted one arm and wrapped it around him for a brief time. Though being with Reina for so many years had taught him to be more comfortable displaying affection to the point such was almost effortless around her and their son, it could still be a bit awkward for him. He gently pat his back with a large hand then pulled away and tucked Liáng back in - making certain his stuffed dragon was tucked in too since Liáng had been adamant and insisted about why his dragon needed to stay warm too the first time he didn’t.

    ❝  Now it is time to go to sleep. You have tutoring with your mother tomorrow, do you not? You must rest well to properly learn Kanji. ❞  

    ❝ Okay… ❞ Liáng nodded with a disappointed pout before a big yawn ruined his efforts to sulk.Tatara stood from his chair, his feet padding over to the bedroom light switch and turning it off. Liang still slept with his night light. Reina assured him that it was normal for children fear the dark and it took some time to grow out of it so it did not concern him anymore. Just as his foot stepped outside the door, Liángwhispered in a tired, garbled voice something that sounded like: ‘I love you.’

       ┋ ╳ ┋ TATARA’S head snapped towards him silently. If he’d been raised as Liáng had, would he have been more open emotionally like his son? Able to utter such things so freely? Even Reina had only heard him say those words a handful of times over a period of many years. Yen had never been one to say it often either. He and Tatara preferred to show it through actions. However, if Reina had taught him anything, it was that it was…safe for him to bear his heart on his sleeve just a little…among his small, but immensely precious three person family.

    ❝ …You too. Good night. ❞  

      ┋ ╳ ┋ Liáng didn’t reply, his eyes, sharing the slit pupils of his mother’s and the bloody red hue of his father’s in his iris, had closed and his breathing was even, but the tiniest of  joyful smiles remained on his peacefullyangelic face. Tatara took one last look at him, silently closed the door, and joined Reina in their master bedroom, slipping one muscular arm around her slender waist and falling into a semi-deep sleep with his face buried in her dark, silky midnight tresses. That night…he dreamed of walking down a shady path that led him to Reina and Liáng.