#errantscriptor

[dcfygraviity]

Let Me Assign You A Love Language

a knife called grief

You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything. You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.

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[mckiingbiird]

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[somegremlin]

★ ༺ @errantscriptor​ ( Rimbaud ) ༻ ★

           ↳ Cont. from [ X ]

「 ★ 」   ⋮     𝐀 𝐍 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐌 𝐀 .  ⋮  ━━   They’re just silent; as if processing their Dad’s words. The unfortunate thing is that kids of the child’s generation really like computer games. INCLUDING the cursed open - world game that was literally made of blocks and cubes. Blocks and cubes that just so happened to resemble their Dad’s ABILITY. Finally, they say ... 

               ‘ Is the pocket LIKE Minecraft ? ‘ 

[rashamonarchive1]

  & .  @errantscriptor​ for bram.

“  i have no intention to die.  i don’t really care who i have to dry out in order to stay alive. i’ll protect myself and my territory as i’ve always done.  ”

[deathforgot]

It’s not his fault he won the first round of musical chairs, you two are just bitter.

[cxnarius]

@errantscriptor​ - Sigma

It was strange some times the way things seemed to fall together. So entirely unpredicable, but in ways that some how still made sense. His mother had always chirrped on about small worlds and coincidences. Haruki didn’t think that was quite right. Whether the people involved were aware of it or not, this entire thing, life itself, some how felt almost scripted. Like a book filled with twists and turns that no one saw coming until they happend. Everyone oooing and ahhing saying that they should have guessed it all along. At least that’s how it had always felt to Haruki. Now even more so staring at the man in front of him. 

“Hey. You.. You’re the one from that casino, aren’t you? I’ve heard about you.” 

He’s not sure if his hunting dog’s cloak would be recognizable to the other. He wasn’t technically working, so he’d only really grabbed it for warmth. Now he fiddled slightly with the edge of it, wondering how it might make this stranger react to him. 

Well, either way it wasn’t his concern. He didn’t have any orders regarding this, so in the end he was more interested in just getting his coffee like he had come into the shop intending to do. 

[somegremlin-archive3]

          ‘ I’d LOVE to leave Yokohama and live in a cabin in the middle of the woods with the only people I like ! ‘

[canirandagi-ar]

@errantscriptor​ asked:

"Here, come here darling." She hums, motioning to the place by her side on the garden bench. "Tell me what wonderful things you have seen lately." - Kouyou for Tetchou

Ever the obedient soldier, Tetchou does as requested, heeding Kouyou's invitation to sit beside her on the bench. Before doing so though, his hand moves to gently hold her still-outstretched one, bringing it to his lips to press a soft kiss to its knuckles.

"I'm afraid I haven't seen many wonderful things lately. Beside you, my lady." Tetchou hasn't let go of Kouyou's hand yet, content to hold it in his own until she lets him, thumb absentmindedly tracing the velvety skin. Deceptively delicate, like a flower hiding deadly thorn beneath colorful petals. Tetchou knows what those elegant hands are capable of doing (what those hands have done), the blood they've stained themselves with over the years, and all he can think about is how gentle they are when they stroke his cheeks or pet his hair.

In a way, they are more similar than what is apparent: people raised more as weapons than as humans, who have managed to find their place in the world.

"The cherry blossom trees should be in bloom soon." Tetchou notes almost absentmindedly, looking up to admire the tree branches above them, pink buds swaying gently in the wind "Shall we go out to admire them when it happens?"

[truthchosen]

@errantscriptor​ | for Sigma!

The aroma of coffee and baked goods filled the air, and as enticing as both were, neither were the reason for Akechi’s presence in this particular coffee shop. He was dressed in what he considered his civilian attire; not even the suit and tie of a detective, though a few of the café’s customers seemed to recognize him as such. But he ignored their whispers; he wasn’t here for the attention either. 

He was here, however, for one person in particular; a regular customer who was quite the mystery. Dark eyes scanned the patrons scattered throughout until they landed on his object of interest, and he approached with a deceptively kind, sweet smile. 

“Pardon me, but are you busy? I must say, you’re quite the tough one to track down, and I’d like to talk if you have a moment. Oh—but don’t worry; you’re not in trouble. I may be a detective, but I’m just here to chat. Consider this a personal endeavor.” 

His voice was soft, and deliberately nonthreatening. He couldn’t lose this chance, as tracking Sigma down had been more difficult than he’d anticipated, and he never turned down a mission that would allow him to use his ability.

[cosmicdreamt]

“This man over here bullying me as if he’s not interested himself. How cute. That’s some way to treat a lady you let sleep in your bed and cook breakfast for.”

[dcfygraviity]

WARNING: STORMBRINGER SPOILERS AHEAD!

In light of Stormbringer, Chuuya's background has gotten a few changes (as plotted with @errantscriptor​):

He's raised by both Rimbaud and Verlaine after being rescued from the facility; Verlaine managed to convince Rimbaud that Chuuya deserved a chancw at a normal life that he didn't have, and the two of them destroyed the lab to cover their tracks, erase evidence of the experiments and fake their own death.

As members of the Port Mafia, Rimbaud and Verlaine were involved in the Dragon Head Conflict, where they fell victim of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's Ability (which prompted Chuuya to charge into the conflict to save his fathers and kill Shibusawa when he was informed of their death), but Rimbaud managed to use his Ability to turn them into Singularities.

Chuuya reunites with Rimbaud and Verlaine a few weeks after the Dragon Head Conflict after escaping from the Port Mafia headquarters with @somegremlin​'s Yumeno in tow; the four of them collect everything they can and move to the countryside outside Yokohama, hopefully outside of Port Mafia's radar.

Two years later, at age 18, during one of his daily trips to the city to get supplies, Chuuya gets involved in one of the Armed Detective Agency's investigations, and is later offered a position in the Agency; while initially reluctant, he decides to accept the offer.

Chuuya's official entrance exam somehow involved him being made to believe his fathers and adoptive brother were in danger; although he ended up passing and gaining an official position within the Agency, he was so pissed off he gave everyone the silent treatment for days.

Unless plotted otherwise, the only people within the Agency who know about Corruption are Fukuzawa and Yosano (the latter because Chuuya would need her healing abilities to survive in case he had to use Corruption).

[mckiingbiird]

What Obscure Love Language Are You?

sharing a blunt <3

to be in love is to be so enraptured with someone that time doesn't matter anymore. if you could live an in-between life with your lover, you would. you want to spend all the time that you have with the person you love. you take your time, and that's okay. you know when you're in love because you're suddenly so comfortable around that special person.

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[somegremlin]

★ ༺ @errantscriptor​ ༻ ★

              ↳ Cont. from [ X ]

               ‘ Like this ? ‘

「 ★ 」   ⋮     𝐀 𝐍 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐌 𝐀 .  ⋮  ━━   Hands, posture, their entire figure was stiff as they held the knife EXACTLY in the position the man had left it in. They’re trying to go along with it ... but it’s kind of hard when one has always relied on their ability and not any sort of tactical wit. But at least they’re willing to TRY. A great effort for them given it takes a large amount of trust ( or fear ) to allow someone to teach you the way of KNIVES.

              ‘ So what now ? ‘ 

[rashamonarchive1]

sigma and chuuya tryna validate aku and he

[intransigente]

@errantscriptor​ said :  Darkness licked at sweptback strands when one idly perused this stranger. Features that soften as welcoming smile betrayed only hints of cunning malice to the wary and experienced. "I would question that you're just a child. But I've learned not to underestimate children long ago."

SEE  THE  CHILD  :    pale    &&    thin  ,    he  wears  a  thin    &&    ragged  linen  shirt .      he  stokes  the  shadows  ,    the  candleflame    &&    the  image  of  the  candleflame  twisting    &&    righting  in  the  pierglass  when  he  enters  the  room    &&    again  when  he  stills .      the  flames  flicking  like  a  serpent’s  tongue  ,    an  inconsolable    &&    loveless  trembling  —  the  snake  requesting  the  stone  of  god .      

the  mother  in  funeral  wear  did  incubate  in  her  own  bosom  a  creature  who’d  wish  to  carry  her  off    /    &    he  now  stands  tactile    &    dissociate    /   fugitive  of  all  order .

here  the  image  of  the  prodigal  son  :    calculative    &&    methodical  ,    the  heart  beneath  the  breastbone  pumping  cooly  ,    the  blood  in  its  appointed  rounds  ,    visage  untouched  by  the  hauntings  succeeding  him  —    the  thawing  mouths  in  scream  ,    dragging  fistfuls  of  clawed  skin  in  polyps    &&    gore  strewn  like  holly .      his  eyes  never  leave  the man’s  ,    solemn    &&    lit  solely  by  the  epileptic  lights  crying  dimly  in  his  periphery .      only  once  he  feels  he  has  observed  enough  does  his  voice  break  through  the  saturating  silence  of  the  predawn  dark  surrounding  them .      if  mori’s  smile  is  an  attempt  at  any  sort  of  warmth  ,    killua’s  expression  is  one  of  ice  ,    slipping  out  the  hands  of  emotion    &&    flatlining  in  stale  curiosity .          ❝      how  did  you  learn  that  ?      ❞

[abilityforged-a]

@errantscriptor​

                And a curious smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.  Amber eye ever observant watched his little friend --- could he call him a friend?  Nikolai wanted to believe so.  They were on the same side afterall. 

               But there is something about Sigma, something that has always found worming its way into his mind about him.  How mysterious he was, how much he and Fyodor seemed to not be telling him.  Well, aside from small details -- but he wanted to know more.

                        And he closes the space between them.  Nikolai cared not for personal space or if it bothered the other person if he was too close.  But he wasn’t entirely inconsiderate.  Oh no. 

                         “---Sigmaaaa~ �� ” he chimes, voice cooing like a curious bird. 

                                      “You are such a curious person, you know?  Do you have any secrets?  I love secrets!  You should tell me if you have any -- surely someone like you has a few tucked up their sleeve!”