#chinchin asks

[softcarebears]

yooo how was your first day at school

@mydogisgaytoo my reply is so late...um my first day at school was nice hihi

the assembly was sorrowful as it was a tribute to a disabled student who sadly passed away last week r.i.p

umm but my first day was pretty great i got 2 free periods😩😋purr and i talked to my friends after a while *sarcasm*(we literally hang out during vacay lmfao) also a random kid's shoe flew out of the window right in front of us in the yard during the 3rd break umm- and i talked to my good close friend who's also my crush...i complimented his haircut and annoyed him 😳 anyways yea today was great as well too✧⁺⸜(･ ᗜ ･ )⸝⁺✧

[perasperaadastrawriting]

Hey, Nikki! :) happy wbw.

What in your world is the greatest thing to become? It can be a job, it can be a value, anything.

What in your world is the worst thing to become? Again, it can a job or value or anything you can think of.

Finally, what are some values that seem to be deemed high above others in your characters' society that they don't necessarily agree with?

Thank you and have a great Wednesday

Happy WBW, Hanhan. I'll answer these for Ballad of Empires and for the second question stash I'll do it for Ghost Files if that's okay with you?

1. What in your world is the greatest thing to become? It can be a job, it can be a value, anything.

Honestly, if we take Calvaera as realm it'd be someone who respects human beings and animals, all living beings in general. As for job it'd be to bevome high priestess of their Supreme Goddess.

2. What in your world is the worst thing to become? Again, it can a job or value or anything you can think of.

Oh, definitely someone who is so consumed with rage that he uses magic to calls onto demons. These demons can take total control over your body.

Finally, what are some values that seem to be deemed high above others in your characters' society that they don't necessarily agree with?

Some values would be honesty, respect, filial piety. The last one can have Xiani spitting mad.

[@queerlilchinchin ]

[aster-go-brrr]

okay so is it just me or is hu tao rapping a reference to how ghost knocking is commonly referred to as "rapping"

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Okay but the latest ask with Gojo intruding on foreign Darling’s pictures and tricking her into saying stuff in japanese?

That but with Gremlin! Tomura. He just tricks his Darling into saying the most heinous shit or generic lines from the hentais her jerks off to while she’s none the wiser.

He tells her that chin-chin is a slang term for mochi after buying her some. So when he asks her at the bar if she loves him/chinchin, he and everyone else at the bar just sees her nod and hears her say in Japanese "Yeah! I love cock!"

Or if she has big breasts he tells her that oppai means "big heart", like being kind. So he gets to point at her tits and tell her "I want to suck on your tits" and she hears oppai and just goes "Aww, you're so sweet." Only to then add "I love your big tits too!"

[queerlilchinchin]

Chinchin's WiYS Stream Official Post

This is the official post announcing my Write in Your Style writing stream.

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Hello, everyone! Welcome and thank you for your interest in my Write in Your style writing stream.

Stream Description:

To start off, let me describe to you what I envision this stream to look like. Twice a month (every 1st and 3rd Tuesday), I will be getting on my writing streams. Probably somewhere around noon Pacific Standard Time. I will be starting the streams with that stream's strip of writing, then I will read the last stream's submissions.

Of course, I've got to start somewhere, so the first stream will be announcing the start of the streams as well as giving the first prompt. I will be doing livestreaming on twitch, which will then be downloaded and posted on youtube and tik tok. You are welcome to join me on my livestreams. I will open the stream up to questions at the end. It can be questions about the prompt or the concept or whatever else pertaining to the streams.

How to submit writing:

I will likely be making a new blog for it, though I already have a lot of blogs. This blog will be mostly for asking questions about the streams and gaining more interest in them. You may also submit here if you don't wish to e-mail yours to me, which will be the other way. Any submissions left via comments will not be used simply because I don't want to make it easier for others to steal your writing or risk anything like that.

Stream Start Date:

The streams will officially start beginning of December, so the 5th will be the first stream (unless something happens to prevent it starting on time).

Days of the week that the streams occur may change due to my life circumstances being kind of up in the air right now. I'm looking for new work, so my days off may change.

How writing works:

I've had some questions about how exactly the writing part will work and how long you all will have to write. As the streams are bi-weekly, you will have nearly 2 weeks to submit your writing. They will be short pieces of writing, so it shouldn't take terribly long to finish them.

For now, it will only be my original writing that will be used, but as time goes on, I may open up the streams to other writers who wish to also submit their own writing for the original writing for others to rewrite in their own styles.

You may write them however you wish to. It just has to be the same story as the original put in your own way (don't turn a romance about a valkyrie and a demigoddess into a horror about the two characters). You're just recreating the writing, just like draw in your style.

Who can write:

Absolutely anyone is more than welcome to write. I will be reading your submissions for now, but as I figure out the features of streaming, I may open up the floor to writers reading their own writing if they wish. I will also be giving credit in any form you wish (if you just want your name or your tumblr blog or your Wattpad/AO3 accounts linked).

Stream Account Links:

Gotta link you guys to the accounts that will be posting the streams!

YouTube

Twitch

TikTok

Blog

@wiys-streaming

Ending Statements

WiYS streams are really a way to showcase and remind writers that we all have our own style of writing, even if it seems like you don't. You are capable of taking a story that was already written and make it your own (not that I'm encouraging copying, but you know what I mean... hopefully). Being a writer can be really disheartening sometimes, especially when you feel like your ideas aren't original, but sometimes the most unoriginal ideas can be home to the most incredible stories. Cliches are/were popular for a reason. Tropes become tropes for a reason. People love what they love and if they love the thing that you are making that is so "unoriginal," they will love your writing.

Don't forget that originality is not synonymous to good. Or creative. You can write something "trite" and make it incredible. I hope that this new stream will remind writers of that. :)

Thank you for your time and if you have questions, please feel free to send them to @queerlilchinchin.

WiYS "tag me to everything" taglist: @nerd-in-distress, @jvten, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs (fyi, tumblr won't let me tag your other blog or I would have), @aether-wasteland-s, @mjrino, @cheezyratz, @accountusername, @perasperaadastrawriting, @mrblazeflappybird, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @mangofen, @bigwipscholar, @pluttskutt, @doublegoblin, @crazytechpersonzreal, @sitiart, @ashesinthewritten, @achildweanedonpoison6, @quotidian-oblivion, @world-of-my-imagination, @marmeegle, @alesseia

WiYS "tag me to important stuff" taglist: @distortedwhite, @lyssentome, @ah0yh0y, @grollow, @perlen-gold, @saltysupercomputer, @vshushmshu, @lordkingsmith, @gummybugg, @quisyop, @enne-uni, @cometkov, @shado48, @cryscal, @mary-is-writing, @elizababie, @squintclover, @schmem14, @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego, @wakkoroni

[fatherfigurefusion]

(Context: Xander is trying to ask out Teruko in her native language, and went to the other Japanese-speaker in the class for guidance…)

Xander: (whispering to Arei) You sure that’s gonna work?

Arei: (nodding) Yep! Go on!

Xander: (walking over to Teruko) Boku no chinchin wa chisai!

Teruko: (laughing)

Xander: (angrily) WHAT THE F**K, MS. AREI?!

Arei: (laughs and runs away)

[lockejhaven]

Hello, Locke!

This is in regards to my ask event you reblogged. :) thank you for participating.

I am asking the following questions to Eros.

Eros, what is the most important lesson you've learned in life?

Are there any events in your life you wish you could relive, whether it be to simply enjoy it or to change it?

If you could time travel to any time period BEFORE you were born, what would you choose?

What is - in your opinion - the most beautiful thing about your world?

Thank you very much for the ask! Of course, I'll be answering as Eros themself; the primordial embodiment of Life.

Shuma koj avwei, Little Chinchin. Or as you would say, hello my friend. I am honored you have chosen me to satisfy your curiosities.

Eros, what is the most important lesson you've learned in life?

The most important lesson during my existence... I believe that would be the idea that the world is not as unfriendly as it can seem. It took me quite a long time to find people that I trust. Now, they have shown me more than I would have ever experienced alone.

Are there any events in your life you wish you could relive, whether it be to simply enjoy it or to change it?

I should very much like to return to when my children were young. I think many parents feel the same. Of course, I love them at any age, but I do miss holding them in my arms. They used to grab at my hair and antlers with their adorably tiny hands, and they were so innocent and happy, then.

If you could time travel to any time period BEFORE you were born, what would you choose?

I was not born. Instead, I awakened, as all primordials do. I suppose there was a time before my existence... if I were to actually go back before then, that would be quite a paradoxical problem, I would imagine. Otherwise, I would have liked to meet Desius, the primordial embodiment of death, when they were young and new; when they were my age. They have experienced much more of the world than I, and despite their rather cruel exterior, I know they care about me more than they would ever admit.

What is - in your opinion - the most beautiful thing about your world?

Beauty surrounds us. It is the heartbeats of living creatures thrumming through the ground. The sound of birdsong and of wind through the trees. It is the love I feel for my family and my creations. The storms brought on by my daughter's emotions. The freedom of my son's laughter. The soft voice of my lover as they read stories aloud. In my opinion, existence itself is the most beautiful thing about my world.

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╔═══════════════╗ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝟹𝟶𝟼 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜! 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗: 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟸 ╚═══════════════╝

[iyihz]

I wonder if this has been asked on Tumblr before, but do you guys know examples of words that mean one thing in a language but in another language, it's funny, inappropriate or even vulgar?

These are what I know:

Chinchin in French is "cheers", but it's "p*nis" in Japanese (おちんちん）

Kani nabe in Japanese is "crab hotpot", but in Hokkien dialect, it sounds like the insult, "go f**k your mother"

Feel free to add on!

[pluttskutt]

Plunderful Plu! It's been a while since we've exchanged STS asks. :) hope you've been well.

Happy sts!

What are some conceptual things that have inspired you creatively? It can be something general like love or it can be more specific like a hyper specific philosophy :)

my lil chinchin! :D <3

For my original work, I love to think that there is more than this dull existence. There must be. I like to imagine that there actually is a grand adventure that makes life worth it, that in a moment of despair a Spirit/Deity would actually show up out of care for alive beings.

Worshipping and prayers have never been a thing in my fantasy realms because they are not neccesary for the Deities to listen. They will be there for creations that are not their own, because just like a child should not have to beg a mother or father for help, a creation of the Gods should not have to beg for theirs, even when they were not created by them and may not even believe in their existence.

I've been told that the way I keep bringing characters back seems dull because that means they can never die and while I understand the sentiment, it's vital because it shows that something out there has got this character. Even when they are alone, bleeding out, something has them, and it saves them.

[sunskate]

Lake Placid ID Int'l Seniors 2022:

Lorraine McNamara/Anton Spirodinov 🥇 (WISA): RD George Michael Careless Whisper; Ile Axe, Batucada

FD Rain in Your Black Eyes

Felt like they were inspired by Green Parsons FD from last year to do something in that vein, but less modern dance. I saw her compete in Lake Placid 2019 with her former partner and liked that she had a quirky vibe that didn't feel like anyone else. Last year felt like major growing pains for a new partnership, so it was good to see them do well here. He had a twizzle error in the FD, and I think there was one in the RD as well. They put a Latin beat underneath Careless Whisper in the RD but it still felt a bit disjointed with the other piece

Eva Pate/Logan Bye 🥈 (Novi) : RD: Barbatuques, Beautiful; Jamie Foxx, Fly Love; Real in Rio

FD Riverdance, Reel Around the Sun

Igor so often gives his teams music which was used kind of indelibly by another team- the last number of this RD is Lajoie/Lagha's bird FD from last year

The FD is a crowdpleaser, a good vehicle for them - they don't yet have the independence between their feet and that quiet upper body that Irish step dancing has but looking forward to seeing how this evolves in style and precision as the season goes on

Katarina Wolfkostin/Jeffrey Chen 🥉(MIDA): RD: Watazu, Samba Lagoa; Juls, Summer in the Ends

FD Florence + the Machine, Light of Love, Dog Days are Over

They won the RD, but judge #4 from Australia had it out for them- Judge #1 gave them 8.25 for Composition, but Judge #4 gave them 6.25. She scored them a good point lower than any other judge in every category. How does this work, does Charlie or one of the people there from USFS go raise a stink? Because Judge #4's scores were more in line with the rest of the panel for the FD. Side note that Charlie seems so happy- he was laughing at the boards a lot and was upbeat every time I saw him

Emily Bratti/Ian Somerville (MIDA): RD: Club Des Belugas, Gadda Rio; Millaway, Butterfly; Club Des Belugas, Hiphip Chinchin

FD LaLa Land: Another Day of Sun, A Lovely Night, Someone in the Crowd

This FD music felt like a smart choice, light and bright and a good fit for them. parking was a nightmare the first day, and he gave me his parking spot and was nice about it lol he looked familiar but didn't recognize him until the RD (hiphip chin chin!)

Haley Sales/Nikolas Wamsteeker (IAM.O): RD: Pink Martini, Quizas, Quizas, Quizas; Pink Martini, Ohayoo Ohio

FD Phantom of the Opera, Josh Groban/Kelly Clarkson All I Ask of You, and soundtrack

I know Phantom's a warhorse, but it's so good to see them skating to something big that builds and has impact. Felt like this will help them in their fight to move up in Canada. They don't lack intensity, but sometimes their music choices feel too low key. Like their RD music felt puzzlingly flat, and like Billie Eilish last year, was harder to pull off because it doesn't give them enough energy - it's kind of sultry and sophisticated in the sound, but it didn't pop in the rink, which is a shame, because the RD has some striking elements, like the lift. maybe it will grow through the season, but bigger music helps them

Mariia Nosovitskaya/Michael Nosovitsky: FD Edith Piaf: La Vie en Rose, Padam Padam, Milord

Lily Hensen/Nathan Lickers (IAM.O): RD: Afro Cuban All Stars, Amor Verdadero; Bueno Vista Social Club, Chan Chan; El Rubio Loco, Salsaton

FD Hozier, Work Song and Movement

The song the fandom speculated VM would skate to in RTR, here it is😭

Elysia-Marie Campbell/Liam Fawcett: RD: Karol G, Punto G; Chanel, SloMo (Eurovision Dancebreak Edit)

FD Sleeping Beauty

love a classical program - there weren't that many in the competitions

Samantha Ritter/Daniel Brykalov (IAM.O): RD: Santana, Black Magic Woman; Santana, El Farol; Santana feat. Mana, Corazon Espinado

FD Harry Styles, She

They're both tall and long limbed - was wondering if Madi Hubbell might be very helpful to them since she and Zach are a tall team as well

Jenna Hertenstein/Damian Binkowski (WISA): RD: Shakira, Chantaje; DJ Luc14no Antileo, Reggaeton Old School; Lecenzo, Danza Kuduro

FD Artem Uzunov, Unio Mystica; Brandon Fiechter, Sands of Arabia; Yasal Akpence, Last Harem

[pinkzsubic]

My greatest blessing in my life. Who love me unconditionally and always offer their attention without asking in return... Milo 🐶 ChinChin

[perasperaadastrawriting]

Hey Nikki!

I have a question for you while I have the energy to send it 😁

In all of your main WIPs and any others you may want to talk about, what character do you feel might be most misunderstood by your readers in each story? What makes you think this? Happy almost weekend. I hope youve been having a great day, my friend.

Hey Hanhan!

I'm still stuck with university work but it somehow goes well.

Oh, this question is quite difficult.

I think for Ballad of Serpents it will be Tali Valris. I think people will misunderstand her and her reasoning at first.

As for my unnamed crime wip (might name it Ghost Files) it'll probably be either Luke, Simon or Natalie.

Natalie because of choices she'll make and the way she acts (which will later make sense). Simon because of his personality. Luke because he is someone wjo wants to do the right but acts in the "wrong".

Thank you for this question, I loved it. Please remember that you are an amazing human being who deserves the world. I love you.

[asked by @queerlilchinchin]

[xplrvibes]

Favorite cat sleeping pose?

Mine is when they curl in a ball but turn their front end upside down, so all you see in their little chinchin.

One of my cats always sleeps like this, it's adorable. My other cat just seems to toss herself upside down and hope for the best, legs splayed in all directions.

Combining these two cat related asks!

Your cats sound adorable, anon! I think every cat has their own unique sleeping position that looks absolutely adorable when they do it, that's just completely unique to them lol.

My guy is actually sleeping as we speak, lol. He's a "tiny little ball" kind of sleeper. I'll definitely give him plenty of cuddles!

[queerlilchinchin]

I kind of want to make a generator-based ask game. 🤔

"But... But Chinchin, what the heck does that even mean?"

That means make a generator with a bunch of questions and have people send you "answer the __th question" (like "answer the 5th question) and then you use the generator to generate that question and whatever question pops up after you hit the generate button that many times, you answer the question that pops up. ;D

[psychoqomp]

meet the janitor

“Pachinko?”

There’s a pause in the air as Silk considers those words, leaning back in his seat with one leg crossed over the other, palm against his cheek with a very thoughtful expression. And then he snaps his free hand’s fingers with an impish smile.

“Oooh, right. Chin-Chin. You know, if I had a nickel for every random guy I found on the street that ends up having the raw talent for murder, I’d have two nickels. Not a lot, but it’s really weird that it’s happened twice, you know?”

A shrug of the shoulders.

“Although between him and Reaper, I think I prefer Reaper. Chin-Chin is kind of neurotic, y’know? He could snap at any moment and turn into a killer. Reaper’s more placid. Complacent. He’ll just always be like that. Besides… If I had to choose between a guy who’s taller than me and really well built and a guy who’s barely taller than me with a twinky body like that?”

A roll of the eyes, although it is accompanied by a soft chuckle that hints at just a little bit of affection. . . In the way one might have for an upturned turtle on the side of the street, that is- the kind where you can’t be bothered to flip it over but cheer it on anyway so that it might eventually do it on its own.

“Yeah, no thanks. But I can’t deny that he brings results. . . Sometimes.”

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“SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILK! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!”

The pathetic whine almost makes the comms blow out due to the high and panicked pitch, and all this does is make Silk cackle right into Pachinko’s ear, the panicked janitor-turned-assassin suddenly turning a corner to hide in a storage closet full of- oh, hey, janitorial tools. Neat.

Why’s he in this situation?! Why the fuck was he ordered to take out a whole FOREIGN DIPLOMAT??? WHY IS HE BEING CHASED BY FIVE GUARDS?! HE ISN’T MADE FOR THIS SORT OF SHIT!!!

He sinks onto his knees in the closet and covers his face in his hands, resisting the urge to eject out his lunch. Oh, god, the steps are getting closer. One of them’s here. Oh god. He never even got to tell that pretty Mary girl at the casino that she was really, really hot and that he really wanted to-

The door swings open and the bodyguard instantly empties a hail of bullets into the closet- however, since Pachinko was on his knees, they end up flying directly into the back of the closet. . . And thus, they bounce off of a bucket (what the hell is that bucket made out of?) and fly right back at the shooter, peppering him in his own bullets. He collapses in front of Pachinko, lifeless- and the gun he was holding slips right in front of him. “Did you die, Pachinko? C’moon Chinchin, five seconds and then I’ll terminate the connection. Don’t want to get caught. One, two, three,”

there’s the sound of someone scampering for a gun, picking it up, loading it and then laughing quietly to himself.

“Oh! Good. Now be a good boy for me,”

He can feel a mixture of drool and upchuck go down his chin, wiping it while laughing. Yeah, yeahyeahyeahyeah. He has the gun now, motherfucker. He’s got the fucking gun. What’s four guys with guns against him? Nothing, because he has the fucking GUN!!! YEAH!! HAHA! YEAH, HE HAS THE FUCKING GUN! Oh, god, the blood makes him want to kill himself.

“and kill for me.”

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“Pachinko?”

Shade blinks a few times and crosses her arms, eyes closed soon after. She’s clearly genuinely trying to recall who the hell she’s being asked about before slowly shaking her head.

“Sorry, I’ve got no clue who you’re talking about. If you’re asking me about them, I guess they’re important though.”

Fingers comb through her hair as she thinks. No, she just can’t really figure out who the fuck she’s being asked about.

“. . . Nope, sorry. I guess I should be using this chance to bitch about work instead. Not /this/ work, but at the casino. I mean, walking around all day filling glasses for skeevy older guys- women and other people sometimes, too- is tiring… And then there’s the fact that I’ve got some secret admirer.”

Her voice grows more annoyed as she prattles on.

“Like, seriously dude. We know you’ve got no chance, and I mean- fuck me, I don’t want to be rude, but just stop staring and /thinking/ about talking to me if you’re actually never going to, right? It’s just annoying me and wasting your time. Go out and meet someone, anyone! Am I right?”

—-------------

“Pachinko?”

Eagle’s expression grows tired the moment these words leave his lips, grumbling- fingers pressed against his forehead, like he’s trying to push back an oncoming migraine with all his willpower- and physical power too, the way his fingers are pushed.

“I worked with him once. It was very unpleasant. He tends to panic easily, and while we got the job done without any losses or chances of being caught, I asked Silk to not put me with him again. He has this tendency to… How to say it…”

It’s clear he has the words on his lips already and he’s trying really hard to be polite, but at this point he can’t really gather the energy to. Pachinko would definitely shit talk him if he was here, right? He definitely would. He shouldn’t be extending a courtesy that he knows isn’t going to be returned.

“Go absolutely fucking neurotic, you know? Pardon my French. I was his support and he got his hands on some guns on the site and he just started being all manic about it. I don’t think he’s built for this, but apparently he keeps getting work done, so Silk keeps him on board… Ugh. I hate that guy too.”

Pause.

“You’re not telling Silk I said that, right? Not that I care, but I don’t want him to start pairing me up with Pachinko more.”

—--------------------

“Pachinko!”

Vixen grins and intertwines her fingers, leaning forward to smile in a way that is very, very alluring- and also not very alluring. Like a toxic rainforest frog presenting itself to the viewer.

“I love that guy. He’s so fun to work with! He always starts off shy and reserved- really, he can’t keep his eyes on my face- but once we get going he really embraces the whole carnage thing.”

And then she leans back, waving a hand in the air dismissively. She lost interest as quickly as it came.

“But he has this problem where he always pretends what happened didn’t, you know? Like he’s trying to put on the airs of being normal again. You know what his problem is? He’s got low tolerance for blood and gore AND he stresses out easily. He’s just not made for this life. I’m surprised he keeps going. Maybe Silk has something on him.”

Then again- her eyes close, and a wicked grin paints itself onto her features until it consumes all the appeal she could’ve had.

“Or maybe he really wants to grow some balls and this is his way of doing it. I mean, I’d definitely develop some if I kept killing people as much as he does… He might just beat my kill count eventually if this keeps up. I’m really looking forward to it.”

—--------------

“Pachinko. . . ?”

Cherry fiddles with her apron, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. Or rather, she is lost. She knows who he is, but he’s so overwhelming she finds it hard to properly word her thoughts on the matter.

“He’s a little, um.”

And unlike Eagle, who faked politeness, she is genuinely trying to be polite- and she is failing at it, because there isn’t much good or bad to say about him besides this simple fact;

“pathetic?”

That’s the only word she can figure out that fits, and she ends up lifting her hand to stroke at her hair instead, like she has to constantly be tinkering with something or this conversation will swallow her whole. A nervous gulp, a pause, and then a nod.

“Yeah, pathetic. But I don’t think it’s his fault or anything. He’s nice to me when we talk, and he doesn’t do anything inappropriate or anything, I just. . . Well, when he came over, he ended up hitting his head on the shelf, and then a lot of my WIPs ended up smashing him in the face, knocking him out.”

A nervous gulp, again.

“I, um- we were lucky none of them were primed and ready, ahah. He just quietly left after he woke up.”

—-------

“Pachinko?”

Reaper blinks and shrugs.

“Never heard of him.”

—----------------

Reaper stands over the bloody body, huffing and breathing deep. Haaaaaaaa. Inhaling in all the air and some noxious gasses in the world and then exhaling, slowly unscrewing the silencer from his pistol.

That was it? He’d expected more. He’s just dead, on the ground, unmoving. He really did expect more. The blood’s starting to pool up and spread, and he doesn’t want to stain his shoes. He reaches for his coat’s pocket to get a cigarette out alongside his lighter, slipping the filter between his lips. And-

inhale.

Eyes turn skywards to stare at the vomit of light pollution, but beyond it a big white orb hangs above them, painting him and the corpse in its lunacy inducing waves. He smiles to himself, stashing his lighter and cigarettes away to instead search for his brick phone. Silk’s on speed dial.

The moon’s beautiful tonight.

His steps start to carry him, but he was so lost in the moment that he hadn’t even realized two simple facts.

One, the blood has spread.

Two, Pachinko is still alive.

The bottoms of his shoes slip on the blood, sending him stumbling onto his back, and in that time the wild-eyed man- lucky, lucky, he is so lucky to be a lunatic- scrambles on top of him and starts slamming his hands down. He has no weapon besides his own average fists attached to average arms attached to an average body, but he just keeps viciously beating.

Results are only achieved due to the concussion Reaper’s gotten due to slipping and landing on his back, back of the skull cracked and split from the sheer impact- followed by Pachinko’s hands hammering it against the pavement again and again, spreading his wild hair out-

he can just barely see the moon shining bright behind the head of the other, like a halo, and he ends up smiling even as he’s being beaten.

Silk, the moon really is. . .

Pachinko’s breath hitches as his swings wind down until they’re just desperate slaps and then nothing at all, holding the other corpse’s face in his own hands before he lets go and scrambles back, eyes wild and wide like dinner plates and hands bloody and body contorted and ohhhh god it feels good.

“Haa…”

He slowly pushes himself to stand, wiping sweat and blood from his brow- bloodying it even more. And he kicks the side of the body. Dead as a doornail.

“Haa… haaa…..”

He’s alive. And he won. He killed someone in a totally fair fight. Or was it fair if it was luck that Reaper got distracted and tripped?

“haa…hahaha- haha! hahahaha! haha, yeah!”

And he kicks again and again, turning the body onto its stomach so that it can drown in the mixture of their blood, and he punches the air and he jumps on the spot and he dances like a real joy boy, grinning wide.

“I did it! I fucking won! Eat shit, I won! I won!”

And then he leans on his own knees and ejaculates (yes, ejaculates, his mouth is like a fucking dickhead and he is splattering his innards out onto the ground like it’s an 80s sexploistation film) vomit onto the ground. He wipes his mouth and gets some blood onto his lips, licking it and groaning.

He starts to walk, mumbling.

“And my fucking name isn’t Pachinko, it’s-”

he trips.

Maybe his shoelaces ended up untied during the struggle, or he just made the same mistake reaper did and ignored how a blood pool can actually be really slippery, but he flips and lands on the ground and-

does he die? Does he just get knocked out? Well, there’s no-one to confirm it. Who knows. There’s no conscious living soul in this alleyway now. Just two men on the ground, one definitely dead and the other questionably alive, and their blood mixes together alongside the vomit to create a whole new thing;

a homunculus of unfortunate circumstances.

[mypinkiepromises]

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